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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos 
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 13002 words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood


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“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie

“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts

“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”

“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”

“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him

“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt

Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.

“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep

The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.

He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration

“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”

“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob

“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line

“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”

“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande?  You have a thing for brunette girls these days”

“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair

Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you. 

Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.

“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”

“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied

“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”

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7 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as death and substance abuse

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Third Love

Originally posted by sonsofanarchy-jaxteller

Originally posted by bellamyhalpert

Request: Imagine dating Jax for a while, Tara comes back and you and Jax fight.



“It’s been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime.
Yet, it’s said that we need each of these loves for a different reason.
Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It’s the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairytales we are all read as children.
It’s a love that looks right.
The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved.
Sometimes it’s unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even.
It’s the love that we wished was right.
And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be.
It’s the love that just feels right.
Maybe we don’t all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that’s just because we aren’t ready to.
Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we’re lucky it only takes a few years.
And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath.
Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are.
But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.
They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.
But there’s not; it’s just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not.
And maybe there’s something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second…but there’s also just something about our third.
The one we never see coming.
The one that actually lasts.
The one that shows us why it never worked out before.
And it’s that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you’ll stumble into love. ”


You pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot and parked in your usual spot before sliding out of your seat and closing the car door behind you.
The night was warm and the air was crisp, the sun slowly beginning to set and you walked across the lot, thinking to yourself how thankful you were to live in a place like this.
Your footsteps echoed through the quiet lot, almost silent except the faint music coming from inside. The row of bikes was a welcome sight and you headed straight for the clubhouse doors.
There was nothing quite like the smell of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse and it welcomed you every time you opened those doors; a mix of cheap perfume, leather and cigarettes.
And for the last two years, this place had become your home.
Dating Jackson Teller wasn’t easy, but to be honest you didn’t want easy. Nothing worthwhile ever came easy and for you, Jax was worth the world.
You saw him almost instantly, sitting casually at one of the tables, a beer in one hand and a cigarette pressed between his lips, his blonde hair slicked back from his face.
A smile spread on your lips as you neared him and when he saw you approaching his face lit up.
“Hey darlin,” Jax greeted you and gave his leg a pat, gesturing for you to sit.
You obliged and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder before kissing his lips gently.
“Hey yourself.”
Chibs and Tig were sat at the table also and they both greeted you warmly.
“How was your day?” You asked, absentmindedly playing with the folds of leather on his kutte.
“Busy.” Jax smiled at you.
He knew you weren’t digging for information on the club, you were just generally interested in how his days went and he admired you for not pressing him for details.
You began to chat about your day, Jax asking you questions about work and neither of you noticed Chibs and Tig leave the table.
Conversation always flowed easily between the two of you and even when you weren’t speaking the silence was comfortable.
“You ready to head home?” You asked, stifling a yawn.
Jax took a swig of his beer before speaking.
“I’ve gotta wrap up some Club stuff,” He told you, shifting uneasily in his seat. “I might be late tonight babe.”
You nodded and smiled. “Well I’d say I’d wait up but I doubt il be able to.” You said as another yawn came over you.
Jax smirked and kissed you deeply.
“I love you, (y/n).” He told you, his voice serious.
You thought nothing of it and smiled back at him. “I love you too.”


The singing of the birds outside your window woke you before your alarm did, and you were thankful. The sounds of nature were a much more pleasant awakening then the nagging beeps of your alarm clock.
You stretched your arms out and instantly noticed the empty spot beside you.
You frowned slightly.
It was unlike Jax to not come home. Even when he stayed late at the clubhouse he always made his way home, knowing that you worried when he wasn’t beside you.
You checked your phone but saw no messages or calls from him.
‘He probably crashed at the clubhouse. It was a busy day after all.’ You told yourself and headed for the shower.
After showering you pulled on your ripped black jeans and a grey tshirt and tied your hair loosely on top of your head before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
It wasn’t your day off, but you only had two meetings today so you didn’t need to head into the office til around lunchtime.
You threw some bread in the toaster and made up a pot of coffee.
It wouldn’t hurt to pop in to the clubhouse, you thought. Jax might have already headed out for the day but there was still a chance he’d be there and you wanted to ease your mind before heading into work.
You quickly had your breakfast and tidied up the kitchen before grabbing your keys off the counter and heading for the door.
Your house wasn’t far from TM and the drive there passed quickly.
The lot was coming alive for the day, some of the guys around the picnic table, some in the garage working on bikes and you could see Gemma in her office.
You parked in your spot and got out of the car.

“Mornin’ lass,” Chibs called from the table.
“Morning!” You smiled back.
You’d always gotten on well with him and he always made you feel welcome.
“Jax inside?”
“Aye, he’s in his dorm.”
You thanked him and kissed his cheek before heading inside.

Jax was exactly where Chibs said; sitting at the desk in his dorm, cigarette between his lips, writing in that notebook he always clutched so tight.
You leant against the door, unwilling to disturb him. You liked watching him write, he always looked so focused, like he was writing the secrets of the world. You never asked what he was writing, never wished to read his words; you didn’t need to.
He had always been open with you and you’d never had secrets between you. However something didn’t feel quite were.
You let him write in piece for another minute before you rapped on the door lightly.
Jax lifted his head and smiled before blowing out his smoke and putting out the cigarette in an ash tray.
“Mornin’,” Jax saidnas he stood and walked towards you.
“Long time no see, Teller.” You smirked.
You were pissed he hadn’t come home and hadn’t bothered to text you, but damn with a face like that you could never stay mad at him for long.
Jax smirked and ran a hand through his hair.
“Sorry babe.”
You raised an eyebrow and laid your hands on his shoulders. His hands held your waist gently.
“That’s all I get?”
“I’ll make it up to you?” He offered, a playful hint in his eyes.
You laughed lightly.
“You sound so sincere.”
Jax smirked at the sarcasm in your voice and kissed you softly.
“I’m sorry babe.” He told you again.
This time you nodded and smiled.
“Just come home tonight.” You told him.
Jax nodded and you kissed him once more before turning away.
“See you at home. For dinner.” You called over your shoulder
“I’ll be there.” Jax watched you leave, a content smile on his lips as he watched you walk.


The house was so silent that you swore you actually heard the clock tick over.
9 O'clock.
And he still wasn’t home.
Your fingers rapped at the table impatiently.
Fuck it. You thought. You hadn’t heard from him since you had left the clubhouse earlier this morning and after not coming home last night you were pissed.
He could have at least had the decency to call.
Now, dinner had gone cold and you didn’t really care; you always lost your appetite when you were angry.
You glanced at the clock once more before grabbing your keys, pulled on your boots and marched to the door.
You drove fast, barely stopping at the red lights and stop signs on the way and the tyres screeched when you pulled into the lot.
Tig and Happy were sat outside and they eyed you curiously as you slammed the car door.
“Everything okay doll?” Tig asked as you stormed across the lot.
“Just fucking peachy.” You said.
Tig nodded slowly and backed away, arms raised and you sat back at the table with Hap.
You glanced past the dozen men scattered around the clubhouse, searching only for one.
Juice was walking towards you, pulling a pack of smokes out of his pocket as he walked.
You spotted Jax, sitting on one of the sofas, a pretty brunette beside him. She wasn’t a crow eater, that was obvious but you still felt a pang of jealousy when you saw Jax smile at her.
“Juice, who’s that?” You asked as he neared you.
He glanced around the room, following your gaze and stopped awkwardly when he saw who you were meaning.
“Uhh I’m not sure (y/n).” Juice said and rubbed his neck.
You crossed your arms and glared at him.
He sighed.
“It’s um. Tara.” He told you and flashed you a sad smile before squeezing your arm and walked past you.
You nodded slowly.
So this is why Jax had been acting strange; Tara was back.
Goddamit. You knew about her, he had told you, Gemma had told you, hell half the fucking club had told you.
She was his first love, the first girl to break his heart. It had been years since she’d left town and you hadn’t ever imagined she’d come back. You’d had a hard enough time adjusting to Wendy being around, but you’d come to realise there was nothing left between her and Jax.
They had been toxic for each other, and they only kept in touch for the sake of Abel. She wasn’t a threat and you’d actually grown to like her.
Tara was different.
You’d never met her, you’d only moved to town two years after she’d left but you knew how much she had meant to him. And the fact that he had practically ignored you didn’t sit right.
A part of you wanted to storm across the room, slap the bitch right across her cheek, and rip Jax into shreds.
But you didn’t.
You turned around slowly and walked back to your car.


It was 2.37am when Jax pulled into the drive way.
He parked his bike and swung his leg over before resting his helmet on his handle bars and heading towards the front door.
The kitchen light was still on inside and he walked slowly, his head hung low.
His footsteps were light as he walked up the steps and he opened the door slowly and closed it before him.
His shoes thumped against the carpet as he licked them off and he pulled the leather off his shoulders and laid it over the back of a chair before heading into the kitchen.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting at the table, a half bottle of whiskey and an empty glass in front of you.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “You’re still up.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
He nodded slowly and fumbled with his rings before pulling out a chair and taking a seat opposite you.
“I’m sorry I’m late babe, things with the club have been.. busy.”
You nodded and lifted the bottle of whiskey and poured some into your glass.
Jax sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.
“It won’t be like this all the time darlin, things have just been busy. It’ll die down soon and I’ll be-”
“I came to the clubhouse.” You interrupted.
Jax stopped, his blue eyes fixed on you but you didn’t meet his gaze.
You twirled the glass in your hand, letting the whiskey swirl around before taking a sip.
“How longs she been back, Jax?”
He was silent for a moment before he spoke.
“A few days.” He told you.
You nodded slowly, your face cold.
“Do you love me?” You asked.
Jax reached across the table to grab your hands but you pulled them away.
“I do, (y/n). I love you.”
“Do you love her?” You took another swig.
Jax sighed. “Look it’s not that simple, I-”
“Yes or no.” You interrupted.
His gaze lingered in you but you only stared at the glass in your hands.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, (y/n).”
You scoffed. “Then what the fuck does it mean, Jax?! You blow me off cause your ex is back in town?”
“I needed time to think.” Jax said, his voice calm.
“To think?!” You yelled. “To think about what, Jax?! She left you! It’s been ten fucking years! But you need to think about it?”
“I didn’t think I’d see her again, it threw me.”
You scoffed and downed the rest of your glass.
“I was gonna tell you, I just needed to figure thins out. Me and Tara, we got a lot of history.”
“What did you need to figure out Jax? You’ve moved on! You’ve moved on with me! Or have the last two years meant nothing to you?!”
“Of course they meant something!” Jax yelled back. “I love you!”
“Bullshit!” You threw the bottle of whiskey at the wall behind him, barely missing his head and the glass shattered to the floor.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t have blown me off to see her! You would have told me straight away! You wouldn’t have lied to me!” You screamed, your fists shaking with rage.
“I am no ones second choice, Jackson.”
You grabbed your keys and pushed past him, heading for the door.
Anger was seething through you and although you could hear Jax yelling after you you couldn’t make out his words.
The rage was blinding, and you didn’t notice your knuckles whitening as you gripped the steering wheel.
You didn’t notice the row of flowers you crushed beneath the tyres.
You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face.
You didn’t notice the red light beaming in the street.
You didn’t notice the truck.
No, you didn’t notice it. Not til it hit the side of your car, and everything went black.

anonymous asked:

hi i wondering if you could do a friends to lovers scenario for jackson?? im kinda on a got7 kick and nobody writes any of the members as well as you!!!

aww thank you for saying that ;;;;

  • you and jackson become best friends during the summer you both work as camp counselors 
  • and you like him from day one because when all the other male counselors get squeamish about getting face paint done jackson plops himself down right in front of you (who’s doing the arts + crafts booth today) and is like “make my face into the prettiest butterfly”
  • since then you and jackson have been able to joke around freely with each other,,,,,always gushing about the kids in your group to each other and teasing counselor youngjae over his intense fear of the harmless little bugs in the cabins
  • but also your groups are always paired up together because he has troop 7 and you have troop 8 so you’re always a pair
  • and it’s fun it’s a summer of lots of laughs and happiness and for you and jackson,,,,,finding people that want to bring positivity in each others lives even if it means staying up near the campfire and jackson showing you some fencing moves with a stick he found in the forest and you making him laugh with your head of the camp jyp impression
  • and it’s all light, fun and sweet until the last day of camp arrives 
  • and you’re sad,,,,,,because you and jackson don’t live close but you know he’ll stay in touch,,,,,,,,but what gets you is at the party you guys are holding during this last night
  • you realize there’s a young girl from your troop missing
  • and you ,,,, have never had a camper go missing because you’re always doing head counts and care for these kids like they’re everything
  • and so you go into complete panic mode and end up doing a run around the camp base until you run straight into jackson’s chest
  • and he’s trying to calm you down so you can tell him what happened
  • and even through your uneven breathing and messy explanation he knows what you’re saying and he grabs your hand in his and squeezes it and is like “we’ll find her. i promise.”
  • and your mind is racing a mile a minute but jackson’s warm grasp on your keeps you pinned to reality as you two search every cabin and the forest and finally you find her,,,,,sitting alone near the lake
  • and you run so fast you almost fall over if it wasn’t for jackson running beside you and catching you before you do
  • that you collapse near your camper and pull her into your arms and tell her that you were worried and how she’d damn near given you a heart attack
  • and the girl apologizes, nuzzling her face into your arms before looking up at jackson who sits down beside you two and tells her that she shouldn’t leave your side again,,,,
  • and the three of you return to the party and you let out a sigh of relief
  • and you feel jackson put an arm around you and then,,,,you feel his finger brush against your cheek and you’re like ??? and he’s like “you had a tear,,,,but don’t cry, she’s ok and that’s what matters.”
  • and you agree but from some reason when jackson starts to lift his hand to let you go you grab onto the front of his shirt and mumble that you’d like it if he held you a bit longer
  • jackson doesn’t hesitate to pull you closer,,,,,you guys have to step a bit away from the group but he holds you and strokes the top of your head gently 
  • it only lasts for a couple of minutes,,,,but the entire time you hear jackson’s heartbeat and yours,,,,,and when you pull apart it’s a little embarrassing but jackson hides it with a big smile and a joke 
  • the next morning as everyone’s getting into the bus,,,,troop 7 and 8 sharing one you and jackson stand up at the front and try to get all the kids to settle down
  • until the girl from last night raises her hand and you ask her what her question is and she points to you and jackson and she’s like
  • “are you two gonna get married????”
  • and you and jackson freeze because whAT 
  • but the little girl looks dead serious and before you know it the whole bus is in an uproar because yEAH ARE you gUYS mARRIED or ARE YOU engAGED CAN ALL OF The tWO tROOPS COMe To thE WEDDING
  • and you and jackson are turning redder by the second and jackson is like aY!!! SETTLE DOWN!!!! THEY DONT LO-
  • and as the kids all start being distracted with seatbelts jackson turns to you,,,,,,,cute shocked expression under his baseball cap and he’s like you?/?????? love me?????
  • and you’re like,,,,y,,,yes,,,,,,,,,,,and he’s like frozen and ur like oh no
  • but then he nearly jumps up and hits his head on the roof of the bus because he’s like I LOVE YOU TOO I WAS WORRIED YOU DIDNT FEEL IT
  • and you’re like no omg last night,,,,it,,,,,,,,,,,i just,,,,,i didn’t want to-
  • and jackson nods feverently and is like “didn’t want to let me go???? i FELT The saME WAY WO W”
  • and he literally takes of his hat,,,running his hands through his hair excitedly and you’re like sfhgklvjdfs and it’s cute you’re both so happy and in your own world that the bus driver has to ask you two to sit down
  • and the whole ride you guys secretly hold hands and the first text you get when you get dropped off at your stop from jackson is a : 
  • “let’s hang out!”
  • “wait no,,,,,,,let’s not hang out????? let’s go on a date!!!!!!!!! troop 7 + 8 forever!!!! but also,,,,,,,,when should i pick u up????”
Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226


When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.


The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”


Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

The Preschool Teacher - Chapter Five

“It was my fault, love,” Harry told you. “I should have known better.”

You looked at the photo again, realizing your fears had happened.

“Did whoever send it say anything? I mean, are they…threatening to use it or something?” you asked him, rubbing your temples as he walked toward you.

“No,” Harry said, shaking his head. “Only the photo.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, your mind reeling with the possibilities of what could happen now. Harry sat beside you, his hand caressing up and down your back.

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Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by jacksonisjbssin

Chapter 2 of Yours, Unfaithfully.

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut

Chapter 1

The rest of the evening you went through the motions, smiling through the pain as countless guests congratulated you on your upcoming nuptials.

You wished you could leave. You wanted to hate your parents for separating you from the one person who understood every part of your heart, mind and body, but you couldn’t. They had given you everything under the sun and in their own way, you knew they were doing what they thought was best for you.

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Prompt: You find out that you’re pregnant with George Washington’s baby.

Pair: George Washington x Reader

A/N: This was a request from an anon. Ask and you shall receive. I actually really enjoyed writing this prompt. I hope you guys love it as much as I did! Remember my requests are always open. Enjoy :)

Surprise - Part 2

Originally posted by alexanderlafayette


You roll over in bed and you arm smacks down on a hard chest beside you, pulling a loud groan from him. Without opening your eyes, you smile to yourself and roll over all the way on your side and snuggle up into the man beside you. His arms wrap around you immediately and pull you in closer. You wiggle and wiggle trying to snuggle even closer and find a comfortable spot.

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Got7 Reaction to their Girlfriend Feeling Insecure.


Jaebum would notice they way you looked in the mirror with a discontented look on your face. Your hands would occasionally shift to the hem of your shirt-pulling it down as far as you could. There were a billion things he thought of to say to you in that moment, but he bit his tongue in order to make sure he didn’t make you too uncomfortable. He simply moved in between you and the mirror, hands firmly crossed against his chest and gave you a slight smile before stating: “You look beautiful, Jagi.”


Upon seeing you super-up-close to the mirror examining your face, he wondered why you were paying such close attention to a few blemishes. Mark would always be super patient with you and try to distract you from looking in the mirror at all of the “flaws” you were trying to cover up. He silently came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist while placing his head on your shoulder, looking into the mirror with you. There was a warming smile plastered on his face, which silently proclaimed his admiration for you.


Jackson wouldn’t give you time to explain yourself when he saw you staring at your reflection in the mirror constantly fixing, or even changing your outfit. He could tell your confidence was low, and he understood. He would immediately engulf you in a hug and sway you back and fourth repeating words of encouragement over and over again, which really showed how much he cared for you.


While Jinyoung certainly didn’t want you feeling this way about yourself, he would feel like he wouldn’t know what exactly to say and would rely on his actions rather than words, necessarily. So when he catches you staring at your legs and tugging your skirt down little-by-little, he would reassuringly move your hands away from the hem of your skirt to around his neck. While in your embrace he would whisper “I love you,” softly before taking one of your hands and leading you away from the dreaded mirror.


This little fluff-ball would do anything and everything in order to make sure you know how much he loved and appreciated you. He would try and get your spirits up by singing to you (who could resist his voice?), or showering you in compliments. When you would start to look down upon yourself and talk about that embarrassing birth mark you hated, he would say things like: “No, Jagi, it’s beautiful!” or “You wouldn’t be you without it, I love it!” His ever-flowing energy would be enough to transform your bad mood into a good one.


He knew that your freckles had bothered you ever since you could remember. Every once in a while he would hear a voice from the bathroom stating: “Bam, I think I found a new freckle!” He would walk in to join you and stare at your reflection, and then his. He would get up closer to the mirror and examine his face before saying with a smile “Man, I wish I had some, they look cool! Do you think I could pull them off?” He would try and distract you from the negativity of the imperfection and explain how much more beautiful you look with them.


He didn’t really pick up on any insecurities that you had, mostly because he was so caught up in how perfect he thought you were. Nevertheless, he would take your insecurity seriously and make you feel like the most special person in the world. His go-to move would definitely be to hug you and encourage you to be more open with him so he can help you more. Once that was accomplished, you were guaranteed to receive many heart-felt compliments.

A/N: Thank you so much to the anon who requested my first ever reaction! I hope you all like it, and feel free to request more reactions, you know where to find me! xx

Interruptions (Kenny Omega Imagine)

Kenny Omega x Reader
Warning: SMUT.
A/N:  Proud of this in many ways. So fun to write and I hope you guys enjoy! Second part featuring the winner’s chosen reward will follow (soonish)
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The game of interruptions: Anywhere, anytime, your partner can choose to stimulate you in the fashion of their choosing. If you stop what you’re doing or acknowledge it at all, you lose.

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anonymous asked:

hi mom!! if it aint too much trouble could you please do youngjae for the small AU game? if ur too busy or if you just dont want to you dont have to ofc! thank you~~

  • fallen angel!youngjae 
  • probably got roped in with something other fallen angel jackson did and now he’s stuck on earth,,,,,,,except he’s immortal,,,,and has to hide his wings,,,,,but still earth,,,,,,ew
  • gets a job as an ER nurse and is just trying to do his best to help people,,,,,you know,,,,,,since he can’t do it from above anymore
  • and everyone loves him because he’s a sweet kid who looks cute in the nurse’s uniform,,,,his scrubs have little dogs on them
  • keeps telling fellow fallen angel jackson that they need to stock up on good deeds so they can be let back into heaven but also why is jackson not listening to him and going to parties every night showing up to the hospital semi-sober jackson PLEASE
  • you’re in the ER from an accident which leaves you coming too from a bunch of IV meds and youngjae is your assigned nurse and he sees you opening your eyes and he’s like ‘are you ok? how are you feeling?’
  • and the first thing you blurt out is ‘are you an angel?’
  • and youngjae’s eyes go wide and he looks around and pulls the curtain around your bed closed and leans forward and he’s like ‘how?????? how did you know?????? are you one too??????? or are you a demon??????’
  • and you’re like woah woah woah hold up what 
  • and you try to sit up, the meds wearing off and you’re looking at nurse youngjae
  • cute face, nice skin, and you’re like ,,,,,,,,, well he looked like a blur a couple of seconds ago so that’s why you said angel but??????? he really is one?????
  • and you’re like ‘i don’t suppose your wings are binded to your back right now?’ and youngjae gasps and puts his hand on his back were you guessed it,,,,,,his wings around bounded
  • and you’re like holy moly you’re an ACTUAL ANGEL
  • and youngjae puts his hand over your mouth and is like yes yes shhhhhhhh i don’t know how you ,,,, a normal human knows,,,,,but you cannot tell anyone,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you’re like i wasn’t going too,,,,,,,,,,,,,but um question
  • and youngjae sighs and he’s like ‘my halo isn’t visible to people if that’s what you want to know’ and you’re like akhfljds no but omg
  • and you’re like ‘are all angels as handsome as you? i mean they have to be right, but wow you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,stunning’
  • and youngjae is taken back by the sudden compliment and lifts his nurses clipboard to his face like,,,w,,,what,,,,,,,no all angels look different
  • but you’re just like ,,,,,,,,you’re so handsome it’s just unreal,,,,,,,,,no wonder you’re magical
  • and youngjae is slowly feeling himself heat up because ok ok you’re also,,,,a pretty cute human and you’re saying all these nice things,,,,and maybe he won’t discharge you just yet,,,
  • but also he’s like ‘you see that nurse over there attempting to do a backflip for that patient?’ and you look to where youngjae is pointing and you’re like oh yeah and youngjae is like ‘he’s an angel too’ and you’re like WHAT
  • but you’re also like he’s good looking too and youngjae is like ,,,,,,,,,,im better though right,,,,,,,,you: yes, i’d also trust you as a nurse,,,,,,that one not so much 
Mockery- JB (GOT7) One Shot

Here is another oneshot, this time requested by @ohmyjaebum “I was wondering if you could do a fluffy senario when the boys notice that the reader makes jaebum all soft and they end up together at the end.” I kinda strayed off topic a little but I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if it sucks. :-/

“Come on guys! It’s not that hard. We have to nail this dance for the next performance. We still haven’t perfected the new choreography and the award show is coming up in two weeks! JB help me out here!” Yugyeom called, looking frustrated. JB was smiling at his phone screen, not paying the slightest attention to Yugyeom or the rest of his group. “JB?!”

His head snapped up from his phone, and the smile turned into a blank stare. “What?”

“You’re supposed to be the bossy one JB, you’re the leader. What are you doing anyways?”

“Oh, I just got a text from Y/N. She just sent me this funny video of Nora doing a…”

“Really at a time like this you’re focused on your cat and Y/N?” Jinyoung questioned sitting down on the ground, huffing and puffing from the dance.

“Well she’s taking care of my cats, and she said she was going to come by the studio in about five minutes and bring us lunch. Though she can just bring something for me if you guys are going to be this way.”

“We love her; bring us food!” Jackson yelled into the phone, as if you could hear him. The rest of the guys sat down on the floor surrounding JB. All of them were flushed red from the intense dancing they had been doing for the past 3 hours. Everyone was tired, hungry, and just a little annoyed; everyone except JB of course. Jaebum was the only person who was smiling so big, and couldn’t stop staring at the background of his phone. The picture was of you and him on his birthday when you had given him a huge kiss on his cheek. You two had been best friends for a few years now, but he developed feelings for you over time. He always teased you with the photo, knowing that the both of you were a little tipsy that evening from partying. His intentions had always been pure, and just to get a laugh out of him whenever he saw the photo. Though the only thing was that the guys often teased him how he just liked “always having you in his pants” because his phone was constantly in his pocket or in his hands. Trying to make his intentions a lot dirtier than what the real reasoning behind it was.

There was a slight knock at the door, and then with a gentle push you opened the door, revealing the guys sitting around JB. You held the brown paper bags of food tightly, as you smiled and greeted everyone. “Hey guys, I have lunch for everyone!”

“Oh, thank goodness, I’m starving” Jackson exclaimed, grabbing the bag from you.

“Thank you” JB smiled, hugging you lightly before turning his attention to the guys.

“You can join us if you’d like Y/N?” Youngjae offered.

“Thanks.” You sat down beside JB who grabbed your hand and pulled you in front of him. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you started unpacking the lunch you brought from home for yourself. You popped a few grapes into his mouth by reaching over your shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him a little more. “I hope I got the right sandwiches for you guys. I really tried to remember who liked which kind…”

“You did well Y/N, thanks” Mark smiled at you.

JB’s attention was completely drawn away from his food, but rather hiding his by your ear, using your hair to conceal him chewing grapes. As much as you loved the attention from him, you weren’t that huge of a fan of the attention the two of you were getting from the other guys. Jinyoung was giving a weird look as if he had lost his appetite due to the major cuddling JB was doing. You pushed JB away, and his face went into a puppy dog pout.

“I think we’re disturbing the guys” you whispered.


“Have some consideration for our friends.”

“Okay…” JB huffed looking at the guys who had stopped eating.

“Wow she really has you whipped, doesn’t she?” BamBam laughed.

“What? No, she doesn’t” JB protested.

“She totally does. You’ve become a big softy ever since you two started becoming super close!”

“I was always nice!”

“There is a difference between being soft, and nice. You’ve always been nice, but you’ve also cracked down on us when we needed to get stuff done. Hell, you use to threaten violence and chase after us when we teased you. Now you just let it happen” Yugyeom replied shrugging.

“You want me to chase after you and crack down on you guys?”

“Just come to the realization that you’re soft now because of Y/N being such a nice girl. I mean, don’t get me wrong Y/N, you’re a great person and we love you.”

“Ooo let’s see how long it takes to make JB angry now.”

“Guys do you really think that is a good idea?” You hesitated.

“Nope, but it’s to prove a point!”

“What are you trying to prove by making him angry?!”

“He doesn’t get annoyed by little things, only if we make shots involving you” Yugyeom smiled.

“It’s because he totally like you,” Bambam smirked.

“I do not!” JB got up, charging at Bambam like a bull. Bambam couldn’t help but laugh while trying to dodge JB’s kicks, landing a solid kick straight to Bambam’s butt. He toppled over with a combination of laughing and wincing.

“She may make your heart soft, but she makes your…” Yugyeom smirked, but before he could finish his sentence he got a smack to the back of the head.

“You know you really are not helping yourself JB, you are just proving their point even more by attacking them” Jinyoung said rolling his eyes a little.

“JB, do you like me?” You asked a little puzzled.

“What? No way, we’re best friends. I’m just protecting you from these perverts.”

“Are you saying if some other guy made a sexual advance at her, you wouldn’t get angry Mr. Softy?”

“Yeah, you’re turning soft like Jackson now” Youngjae laughed while pushing on Jackson’s arm. Jackson looked a little displeased as Youngjae continued to shove him while he tried to eat.
You began to fidget with your hair a little, starting to become a little uncomfortable. Even though you hadn’t even expressed your feelings for JB, you started to feel like you didn’t have to after he kept denying feelings for you as well. It felt like you had already been rejected before you even had the chance to confess.

“A horror film won’t be the only thing that’ll make you scream tonight Y/N” Bambam winked. Everyone stopped and looked at him with the most unpleasant look ever. It wasn’t even because it was a sexual joke, it was just such a terrible pickup line.

“You’re going to scare her?” Youngjae asked.

“No, I mean like…”

“Bambam, he knows what you meant, but that so was poorly executed, and he could be correct in theory. You just compared sex with you to horror films. Are you that bad in bed?” Jinyoung mocked.

“No! I just… Shut up!”

As much as you loved hanging out with the guys and watching them joke with each other, you just started to feel uncomfortable. “Um, you know… I think I’m going to go home now.”

JB started to protrude his jaw outwards, showing that he really was starting to get angry.

“Hey we were just kidding Y/N! No need to get uncomfortable, don’t worry, we’re just teasing. If he says he doesn’t like you, then he doesn’t! It’s okay.”

“Thanks Bambam for clearing that up for the 100th time. I get it, he doesn’t like me. I’m going home.” You started storming out the door, grabbing your lunch and walking off. The door slammed, and shook the mirrors.

“Wait, Y/N come back!” JB called after you as he tried to follow behind.

“Hey guys… Did you ever stop to think that maybe Y/N likes JB? Then you guys keep joking about their feelings hurt her?” Mark asked. The guys put their heads down in shame a little, starting to recognize what they had been doing.

You wiped a tear away with your sleeve while entering the elevator. You felt a humiliated, and crushed. The worst thing that could happen from a love confession is a no; but what about not even getting the chance to confess, and just getting your heart stomped on and your feelings being the punch line of a joke.

“Y/N wait!” You heard JB call. You instantly started pressing the close button in a panic; hoping that if you pressed it a bunch it would close before he could get in. He ran full speed, throwing his torso in the way of the elevator to stop the doors. The doors bounced off his body, and let him into the elevator. “Please don’t go home! The guys were being assholes, and I know it’s probably uncomfortable thinking that your best friend has feelings for you but I promise they’re just joking around!”

“That’s not why I left! I’m not uncomfortable with it.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“I’m leaving because I’m getting rejected before I even got a chance to talk about my feelings for you! I understand that you might be uncomfortable with the thought of us being more than friends, and that’s why I didn’t say anything. Just forget it. Get off on the next floor and don’t call me again. I’ll leave your spare keys in your mail box tomorrow morning,” You said sternly while pressing the button for the next floor. The doors opened, and JB didn’t get off. “Can you just leave while I still have an ounce of my dignity left?” The doors opened again for the next floor and JB stepped out, but he grabbed your wrist pulling you out with him as well.

“Can you please just stop and listen to me?” JB asked. You nodded your head, not moving your eyes off the ground. “The guys were right, I do like you, okay? I just thought you might not like me back so I kept denying it. I wasn’t ready to tell you, but now that we’re at this crossroad I don’t think there is a better time than this right now. We’re in our 20’s, yet we still act like children when it comes to relationships. Wow, we’re immature, aren’t we?”

“Are you just saying this because you don’t want to lose me as a friend or are you being genuine?”

“Why would I act like a softy around you, but my normal joking self around the guys unless I wanted to impress you? Trust me. You making me soft is the reason why I didn’t slap Bambam into the next century when he did that awful sexual pick up line towards you. I didn’t want you to think of me as a bad dude, and realize that I’m trying really hard to deal with my frustration,” JB laughed awkwardly.

JB took your hand, and started pulling you up the stairs towards the practice room again. A smile started to break past the frowning. “I’m getting the guys to apologize to you.” His arm snaked around your waist as he pushed opened the door to reveal all the guys rushing towards you. An array of apologies started to erupt from their mouths, finally understanding what they may have been doing.

“We’re so sorry! We were just trying to get JB to confess but once he started denying it we realized that maybe he wasn’t ready, but we didn’t think that maybe it would have affected you, and we are so sorry Y/N!” Jackson apologized, grabbing your hand.

“It’s none of your business if we confess to each other or not, but I do have to thank you, a little bit. After all, you guys basically forced our confessions for each other” you said sighing.

“Wait, you guys confessed? Does that mean you guys are going to start dating?” Youngjae asked.

“We’ll have to see. I have a good feeling about it though.”

“Anyways, we’re going to head out for the day. You guys keep practicing the dance,” JB laughed taking you by the hand and leading you out.

“What do you mean?! You’re part of this team too! Where are you going?!” Bambam called out.

“I’ll practice later, but for now… I think I’m going to take her home, and a horror movie won’t be the only thing making her scream tonight.” Bambam glared at JB unamused as he just kept laughing at bam’s failed pickup line.

“He’s kidding, that’s not happening…”

“Of course I’m kidding, remember, I’m a big softy now and it’s all your fault” JB smiled placing a kiss on your lips. “You make me the happiest man alive. I’m glad I fell in love with you.”

In Your Dreams » Youngjae

Pairing: Fuckboy!Youngjae x Reader

Summary: Youngjae lives with y/n and has for a while now, she had learned that he is a major fuckboy and has a thing for trying to get into her pants. What will happen when she is woken up in the middle of the night to his stupid nonsense?

❝ Please, please let me cum.❞

 Just moan already, I’ve heard them before.

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, wet dreams, oral (giving), oral (receiving)

Word Count: 5.4k

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Warm Me Up Ch. 34

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It wasn’t until a little past noon that Will got worried. He hadn’t gotten a text from Nico, and when he called, Nico didn’t answer. He pulled Kayla along past the HEB and hefted a few bags in his other hand. “Come on, Princess time to go home. You sure you don’t want help with the bag?”

“I got it. I wanna give it to him.” Will smiled and nodded, walking along the sidewalk. The sun was beating down, but the wind that blew around them offered enough relief. Kayla bounded along in a pink sundress with her red hair pulled up into a ponytail, skipping over cracks in the sidewalk. Suddenly, Kayla stopped, causing Will to falter. “Look, it’s Nico!”

He frowned and looked up to see Nico pacing back and forth with a cigarette in one hand as his other ran through his hair. Immediately, Will felt the instinct to go to him and find out what was wrong. “Come on,” he told his sister, gripping her hand as they crossed at a light.

“Why is he smoking?” she asked as he pulled her along. “Isn’t that bad?” Will didn’t answer, his eyes on Nico as he paced. “Will, I’m scared,” Kayla whimpered.

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” he assured. “Just hold on a second, okay?” He reached the bus stop and reached out, stopping Nico mid-pace. He jumped, and looked up with frightened, tear-filled eyes. “What happened, Nico, what’s wrong?” he asked anxiously.

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Good Enough | ten

Genre: artschool!AU | angst??? fluff i guess, loads of sarcasm and anxiety and some swearing because i have a foul mouth

member: ten / reader (3rd person perspective !!)

word count: fukin who knows- loads???

Note: there will be a part 2 !!

summary: the one where ten stresses her out but also calms her down.

part: one | two

Originally posted by 94wnd

It’s been two years since she’s known him, but she still finds herself in awe at the way he dances when he thinks nobody’s watching. During class he does what the teacher tells him, doesn’t bring attention to himself other than when he talks too much and never shows off. He jokes around and laughs with friends he makes in, literally, five seconds and he loves to annoy her.

He tells her that her posture’s off, or she’s doing a move wrong- does she need help? He points out the state of her hair and doesn’t tell her when she really is doing a move wrong. He watches her a little more than the others because she’s the only one he’s actually interested in. the other’s show their best moves in an attempt to make friends- she doesn’t. She shows what she can do when she’s asked, and even then he’s pretty sure she holds back because she doesn’t want the attention. 

It’s not until a late tuesday evening when he’s dragging his feet down the corridor in the Dance wing of the school that he hears music slithering through the cracks of one of the practice rooms. The door is firmly shut so he crouches slightly, looking through the hazy glass to see a figure spinning through the dim light. She’s on the tip of her toe, her body straining to stay upright and the tenseness in her leg muscles make it look like they’re screaming. He pushes the door open slightly to get a better look but doesn’t notice her eyes falling in him. 

“What are you staring at?” Her voice cuts through the melody and he catches her eyes in the mirror.

He shrugs and cocks his head, “Nothing.” But there’s a tone to his voice that bugs her.

She wrinkles her nose when he doesn’t make any move to leave, “Can I help you?” she asks sarcastically, lowing her leg and turning to face him. 

He narrows his eyes, “How’s your arabesque?” He asks curiously.

She frowns, “Just as good as yours, Why?”

He coughs and wrinkles his nose, “Do you know how to do an attitude devant while being carried?” He continues. 

She sighs, placing her hands on her hips, “Seriously what do you want?” she demands hotly. 

He wrinkles his nose, “I need a partner for the showcase.” He blurts unceremoniously- god he was trying to be subtle.

She frowns, pausing the music and then places  her hands on her hips as pants make their way out of her lips, “And this concerns me how?” She asks tiredly.

He rolls his eyes, “Let me rephrase. I want you to be my partner for the showcase.”

She swallows, well aware of the red that flares up her cheeks, hidden by the make up on her face. She pushes her hair away from her eyes, dragging the sweat from her forehead and ignoring her heartbeat that has suddenly become more prominent. “Suddenly my dancing is good enough for you?” She cocks her head.

He titters a laugh and shakes his head, “Think of it as me helping you get better.”

She scoffs, “Thanks but no thanks, I already have a partner.”

He narrows his eyes, “What Johnny? He can barely pirouette. “

She stands back at the bar in the middle of the room, “Isn’t he your friend?” She asks curiously.

He waves her off, “Not important, I’d be a way better partner than that green giant.”

She glares at him in the mirror, “Why don’t you ask all those girls who are dying to dance with you, they’re practically begging you to be their partner.”

He smirks, “None are as good as you.” but he’s got a mocking tone to his voice.

She scoffs, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Ten’s sitting in the student lounge area on the top floor of the school, buried into a couch with his legs up on the arm and headphones in her ear. He flickers through a fashion magazine of some kind and circles something with a pen that he then traps between his teeth.

“What did you say to Johnny?”

He looks up to find her looming over with with pursed lips and hard eyes. He sighs loudly and pulls out his headphones, “What?” he asks.

“What did you say?” She snaps angrily, sitting on the coffee table before him.

“I’ve said a lot of things princess.” He reminds sarcastically, flicking the page over of the magazine. 

“To Johnny.” she deadpans “He’s not my partner anymore and you said something to him.” She assures, pointing a finger in his direction.

He shrugs, “I asked to switch.” He circles something in the magazine again, “Johnny has a crush on my partner so I offered for them to be in close quarters.”

she grunts angrily, snatching the magazine away from his hands, “I’m not an object you can trade and I don’t want to be your partner.”

He sits up, narrowing his eyes, “Why not?” He asks curiously.

She glares at him, “Because…” she trails off, “Just because okay?” She snaps quickly to cover up the flander.

He scoffs, “Well, everyone else is partnered up so you’ll have to talk to Mr Kim about doing it alone.”

Mr Kim says no.

She slams the door on her way out.


“I’m thinking we should do a jack frost, ice queen, narnia thing. We could dress up in a kind of blue theme have an incredible set on stage-” 


She looks up from the rolls of blue ribbon she has in between her fingers and narrows her eyes, “Excuse me?”

He shrugs, crossing his legs and pulling the beanie off his head. His hair is a mess, like it’s been through a violent wind and he tries to tame the strands that stand upright. “It’s a dumb idea.” He adds, “It’s such an overused theme and I already have a better one.” He assures, reaching into his backpack for a magazine. 

“You didn’t even listen to all of it!” She cries and then purses her lips and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm herself down.

“Okay look,” he starts “I was thinking a chic theme, something like Michael Jackson thriller meets women in dope suits and and a mafia of some kind.” He opens the magazine that she now realises is vogue and opens it to a page. 

She rolls her eyes, “a mafia?”

He starts pointing to pictures he circled and waving his arms around, he says something about ties and tap dancing and his eyes shimmer with excitement as he tells the tale of what he thinks they should perform. She watches him talk, watches the wonder and excitement grow in his eyes and she smiles, a slow grin forming across her lips 

“Are you even listening to anything I’m saying?”

She blinks and realises he’s stopped talking and is now staring at her. She quickly wrinkles her nose and flattens her lips, “No because I already know it’s a dumb idea.” she blurts.

He glares at her, “You’re only saying that because I rejected yours.”

She shrugs, “So what, we both have veto, I veto no.”

He sighs loudly, falling back onto the floor and hitting himself on the forehead with the vogue magazine- he’s definitely going to bruise. “You’re impossible.


Its three o'clock in the morning when they stop practising, both their bodies crash to the floor in haphazard manners because they’re exhausted and neither can move. His head is on her calf and her back is on the floor with her arms wide open so she can cool down.

“You did better than last week.” he points out.

Her chest is heaving for all the exercise they both just did but she manages to scoff a disbelieving laugh, “You should learn when not to say things.”

“What would be the fun in that?” He deadpans.

She sits up in her elbows and jerks her leg so his head shuffles a little, just to piss him off, “No fun, just kindness.”

He shrugs, “There’s kindness in honesty.” He points out.

She smiles softly, “Not in yours.”

While she’s probably right, he doesn’t say anything. Only purses his lips and slowly sits up, running his fingers through his hair. “Alright, let’s go home. 

She groans, “Oh fuck I forgot.”

He frowns, “What?”

“I promised my roommate I’d go to this party with her tonight.” She reaches into her bag and groans when she looks at her phones screen. 5 missed calls, 4 messages.

Hey, where are you?

Babe I need ur help to pick out a dress !

I’m assuming you’re not coming ://

You better have a good reason I swear to god I can’t believe you made me go alone !


“Were you hit by a car?” Jia asks, crossing her arms 

The other woman shakes her head, “No- 

“Were you abducted by aliens? Offered an audition at some kind of talent company? Did a direct member of your family die?” She adds, her lips pursed.

The other woman rolls her eyes, “No, no, and god no Jesus. 

“You promised!” Jia cries, pouting- and while she knows she’s already forgiven she must tread carefully.

“I know I’m sorry.” She blurts quickly, “I got caught up with practice and then it got to midnight and Ten said we should try a-”

“What?” Jia interrupts, wide eyes slowly shimmering with excitement. “There’s a boy?” She adds excitedly.

“There’s no boy.” She deadpans rapidly before Jia goes too far.

She narrows her eyes, “Ten? The dancer? The one with the jawline?”

She other girl widens hers, “Jia…” she warns carefully, “He’s just my partner for the showcase.”

Jia smirks, “I thought you didn’t like him.” 

The other cocks her head from left to right and shrugs, “He’s okay sometimes.” she falls dramatically into the sofa, “You know, when he’s not talking.” she adds.

Jia wags a finger, “You’re a shitty liar.”

She scoffs, “You like to reach. 

This is when Jia jumps for joy, “Oh, you like him I can tell!”

“I do not.” She cries adamantly, burying her face in a sofa cushion with a loud groan.

“Oh my god are you blushing?” Jia smirks, trying to pry the cushion away from her fingers.

“Go away.” 


There’s a knock at her front door that doesn’t stop even when she groans loudly. “Go away.” She huffs, pulling the covers over her shoulders until the sound is muffled in her ears.  The banging stops and she hears voices talking, oh good, jia’s dealing with it.

But then footsteps approach her door and there’s a soft knock, “Can I come in?”


She frowns, “What do you want?” She asks through her sore throat.

He steps in, letting in too much light that her sensitive eyes can handle and then shuts the door quickly behind him when he notices her sneering. “Are you okay?” He asks, dropping his bag on the floor and walking over to her 

She groans, “I have the plague.”

He stops walking, “What?”

She laughs slightly and then groans again, but this time at the pain in her head, “Not the actual plague.”

He breathes, “Oh.”

She nearly laughs again, but the warning pain prevents her, “I’m ill.” she states, like it isn’t obvious.

He nods sarcastically and wide eyed like he’s speaking to a child, “I can tell. 

She let’s her eyes flutter closed and squeezes herself deeper into the covers, “Why are you here?” She mumbles.

He wrinkles his nose, “I didn’t believe you.” He states honestly.

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t open them- he gets the message anyway, “Okay goodbye.” She mumbles.

“What do you mean goodbye, friends starts in ten minutes.” He states, reaching for the duvet above her shoulders and peeling it away from her, “So you’re going to get out of bed and watch friends while I make you something to eat.”

She frowns, shivering at the sudden cold she experiences on her exposed limbs and rubs her eyes, “What? You’re staying?” She asks, confused 

He nods, “Yep, Jia has lectures and asked that I keep an eye on you.” He assures 

She rolls her eyes, “Jia doesn’t have any lectures today.” She mutters under her breath.

He laughs slightly and her heart skips a beat, “Well, I’m here now and if you don’t get any better then I won’t have a partner.” He reminds 

She sits up, painfully slow and then shakes her head, “So you’re doing this for you, not for my health?” She rectifies.

He pauses with a frown. He smiles and then nods, “Yep.

While ten thought that dragging her out of her bed would force her to move around, she seems to have simply migrated onto the sofa and cuddled up in a blanket. She is however watching friends and he knows this because every few minutes he hears her breathe a laugh. She may be Ill but ten still thinks she looks beautiful when she laughs- not that he’d tell her.

He sits behind the kitchen counter with textbooks laid out on the table and a pen between his teeth. His eyebrows are pinched in the middle of his forehead and his eyes are narrowed- she’s watching and he notices. “You’re staring.” He points out, not looking up.

She huffs, “You said you’d make me food.” She mutters bitterly, obviously not letting on that she was staring for another reason.

He chuckles, “I did.” He reminds.

She huffs again, “I’m still hungry.”

He looks up with a grin but she just pouts, “You said you were going to throw up if you kept eating.” He points out, twisting the pen in his fingers.

She wrinkles her nose and looks back at the TV, “That was before.” She mumbles, “Now I’m hungry.”

He scoffs, “Your stomach is a void.”

She flicks her finger in his direction and glares, “You’re mean.”

He laughs- fuck don’t stare again- and shakes his head, “Alright I’ll order a pizza or something.”

“What are you working on?” She asks, desperate for a distraction.

He glances at her between his lashes and then goes back to writing, “I’m choreographing.” He states, “I’ve come up with new moves for our performance.”

She holds her hands out, “Show me.” She asks softly with a kind look in her eyes.

He shakes his head nonetheless, “Not yet.”

She frowns, “Why not?”

He shrugs, the pen scratching into the paper, “They’re not ready.”

She shrugs, “So what, I want to see them.”

He looks up, “Why?”

She cocks her head, “It’s like watching an artist paint. The final piece doesn’t affect you as much unless you were there for the process.”

He smiles, like he’s never been complimented in his life and her heart skips again at the bashfulness in his grin, “You’re something else princess.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Yeah an invalid, you think I’m gonna walk over there to look at them? You have legs.”

Jia comes home from her fake lectures at about ten in the evening and finds them curled up on the couch, closer than either of them will admit 

She smiles but doesn’t wake them up.


“Can you stop that?” Ten asks, glancing up before going back to his work.

She stares, “What?”

“Your leg.” He states, reaching underneath to table to tap her knee with a pen, “You keep bouncing it.”

She narrows her eyes, “It’s a nervous tick.” she says and then pretty violently flips the page of her textbook.

“Well it’s ticking me off.” He replies just as quickly.

“I’m nervous.” She reiterates.

He rolls his eyes, “There’s no point.”

Wow, thanks for that reassurance, I feel much better.” She sneers impatiently.

“We did our best.” He states, his pen halting on the paper and he looks up at her, “There’s nothing we can do now so stop worrying and eat your bagel.”

She huffs, reluctantly taking a bite and taps her fingers on the table, again, and again, and again. He stops writing and looks up at her, “What?” She asks.

He sighs loudly and drops his pen, “Your anxiety isn’t going to change anything.”

She glares at him, “I can’t help it.”

He shrugs, “I know that, I was trying to reassure you.”

She narrows her yes, “How did you know?”

He glances at her, “What? That you have anxiety?” She nods and he takes a breath, leaning back in his seat, “I don’t know, I kind of just added things up. Little things- like panicking over our progress result or having to fix everything all the time or that time when I saw you reciting what you were going to say to Mr Kim before you went into his office.” He states nonchalantly, the pen twisting between his fingers.

She wrinkles her nose, “Have you been stalking me?” She asks, cocking her head.

He grins and shakes his, “Just caring.”

She smiles carefully, looking away and eating her bagel, “I thought you didn’t like me.”

He frowns, “Why would you ever think that?” He practically demands but not angrily, more confused.

She shrugs, “I don’t know, you just take the piss all the time.”

He titters a laugh, “And you thought that meant I didn’t like you?”

She shrugs, “Yeah.”

He just shakes his head, “Of course - Oh wait, Mr Kim emailed me.”

She sits upright, her eyes wide and she bites her lip, “What does it say?”

They get an 92 for their progress and both of them jump up with huge grins etched across their face as then pull each other in for a hug.

They hold on for a little bit too long and when they pull apart their lips are close enough that neither can pretend nothing is happening- but neither is quite ready to go there yet.

“I should… go.” She breathes. 

He nods slowly, his hands on the exposed skin of her hips, “Yeah.”

part: one | two

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Jersey Jitters

Anon- Could you do an stiles imagine where him and the reader just stayed dating and on away games for lacrosse the girlfriends wear the boyfriends jersey and he is nervous about asking her and FLUFF btw, love you and your blog!💕

Authors Note- Thank you so much, love you too!!x I actually loved this request and I hope I got it close to how you wanted. Nervous Stiles is definitely the cutest Stiles x

“So, do you have everything for tonight’s game?” your boyfriend asked, while helping you swap your books into your locker. “Popcorn, chocolate, spare converse, a jacket and a drink” you smiled with an eye roll. He does this every lacrosse game, as if you’d forget. “I know it’s annoying but its my first match with you as my official girlfriend” he said, shutting your locker door for you. “Aww you’re nervous” you teased. “I am not nervous, I just want to make sure you’re fully prepared” he said stubbornly. “Tell that to your face, is that a blush I see?” you asked, wiggling your finger at him. He gave a small laugh and moved your hand out of his face by holding it, as you walked down the hallway. “Don’t forget it’s an away game, so it’s extra important” he claimed. “Why?” you questioned. “Because we’ll be in their territory and I don’t want the other team to try and make a move on my territory” he began. “You have been spending way too much time with werewolves, you’re even starting to sound like one” you joked, after understanding his reference. “I’m sorry I have no idea where that came from, but that’s besides the point. Its a sort of tradition and I was wondering-” he began to explain, before you got distracted. “OO, Lydia is there. Can we continue this later, I need to copy her English homework before next period” you said, already beginning to walk off. “Uhm yeah, sure. It can wait” he returned with a small smile. “Ill see you later babe” you blew a kiss, before joining her. “Real smooth bro” Scott said, after catching up to Stiles. “Shut up ok, I’m going to ask” he replied. “Did you really think it was a good idea to call her your territory?” Scott was trying so hard to hold in a laugh. “Omg you heard that?” he sighed. “Yep and so did Jackson” Scott claimed, pointing to him. Jackson shook his head disappointingly, before walking off smugly. “I don’t know man, what if she says no? What if she breaks up with me? Maybe she’ll think I’m too clingy and go for some other lacrosse douche. Maybe-” he began to ramble. “You’re overthinking this. Y/n is really into you, I mean her heartbeat goes insane whenever you’re around” Scott encouraged. “Really?” Stiles asked, with a huge grin. “Really” Scott confirmed with a smile.

Lunch time finally came around and you and Allison reserved your normal table for everyone. Lydia and Jackson soon joined you, hand in hand. Instead of being met by your usual forehead kiss, that Stiles insisted on doing everyday to show everyone you’re his, you were met by a different greeting. “Hey baby” Stiles said brightly, sitting next to you. You weren’t able to utter a word before he pressed his lips to yours gently and attentively, he cupped your face until you eventually pulled away from each other, to the sound of Scott whistling, Lydia and Allison squealing and making happy noises while Jackson rolled his eyes. “Now look who’s blushing” he teased, pulling you into his chest, knowing you’d want to hide it. “God Stilinski, some of us are trying to eat here” Jackson muttered, biting into an apple. “Why are you so bothered, I think they’re adorable” Allison said winking at you. “Yes Jackson, why are you so bothered?” Lydia continued while staring at him, concerned by his almost jealously. “Whatever” Jackson scoffed. Scott widened his eyes at Stiles and then did a beating heart gesture discreetly, to goad him on. “Uhm as I was saying earlier-” Stiles began nervously. You stopped looking at your precious food and met his beautiful brown eyes, they were slightly glazed and kept flickering, showing he was anxious. “This should be good” Jackson sniggered, earning him an elbow in the chest from Lydia. You laced Stiles’ hand with your own under the table, to reassure him that whatever he was about to say you weren’t going to laugh or judge him. “It’s sort of tradition when we go to away games that the players girlfriends uhm wear their jerseys” Stiles mumbled quietly. “And you wanted me to wear yours?” you asked. “Yeah, it’s stupid I know and if you don’t want to its completely ok” he said quickly, earning him another Scoff from Jackson. “Aww babe that’s so sweet, I’d love to wear it” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, taking in the scent of his cologne. You kissed him sweetly on the cheek, before continuing to eat your lunch, with a huge grin on your face.

“Is everyone ready now?” Coach Finstock asked, with his usual sarcastic tone. Luckily the school bus was big enough for the players and a few people from the school to ride together. The six of you sat in your usual seats; Jackson and Lydia together, Allison and Scott on the row behind them, with you and Stiles on the row behind them. To think, the last time you all sat on that school bus you and Stiles weren’t actually dating and it was filled with awkward silences every time you two accidently brushed hands or shoulders. This time Stiles spent the journey with his arm around you, as you both talked about anything and everything. When you were about ten minutes away he sifted though his gym bag and pulled out his practice lacrosse jersey. “I forgot to tell my dad to wash it before today, its ok if-” he began to say. “Stiles, I don’t care what it smells like. I’m wearing it because it’s yours and I want to show off the fact you’re my boyfriend” you smiled. “This is why I love you” he said, staring at you admiringly. You were taken back by this, you’d known Stiles and liked him since before you could remember but he’d never said he loved you. Before you could respond the bus came to a stop and everyone began standing up and getting off.

“Heyyy” you said, walking to the stands to join Lydia and Allison. You’d changed into Stiles’ lacrosse jersey but you had to shove your jacket on over the top because of how cold it was. “Welcome to the jersey gang” Allison laughed, referring to the two of them and the other players’ girlfriends, all wearing their boyfriend’s practice jerseys. After a while of watching Scott completely annihilate the other team, while competing with Jackson you were starting to get bored. That was until coach swapped Stiles with Greenburg half way through the match. “Omg Stiles is playing” you cheered, earing a smile from Scott who heard your enthusiasm and told Stiles. Stiles blew you a kiss as the whistle went to proceed. It was a while until Stiles actually got close to the ball, but even then her rarely threw it in the right direction. You took off your jacket and stood up, “Go on Stiles, you get a kiss for every ball you catch” you shouted, turning a few heads from the other school’s team. A minute later he caught the ball and automatically began to smile widely at you in the stands. “Stiles watch out” Scott called from across the field, right as he was tackled to the ground. “OOO” the crowd winced in unison. “You’ve got it babe, just walk it off” you tried to shout encouragingly. At the end of the match you ran over to the field and hugged your boyfriend, “Good job baby” you smiled as you quickly kissed him on the lips. “Are you kidding? I didn’t score one goal” he sighed. “That doesn’t matter, because you looked cute trying” you joked. “The one good thing is seeing you in my jersey” he grinned. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ll be getting this back anytime soon” you claimed. “About what I said earlier-” he said awkwardly. “It’s ok, because I love you too” you finished. “Really?” he asked in shock. “I always have” you said, pressing your lips to his, this time ignoring the chants from your friends. In that moment all that mattered was you and him.

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Got7 reaction to s/o hearing for the first time

a/n: this request has been here for forever, I am so sorry for being extremely late, I hope you enjoy it !!


Jackson was patiently waiting fro the doctor to turn on your hearing aid. You had experienced an accident when you were younger that has left you hearing impaired. Through the trials and errors Jackson was there for you. The doctor signalized Jackson to speak to you as your hearing aid was now on. 

“Hi my love, I bet my voice is deeper than you expected,” he said chuckling

He was nervous to see your reaction but when you scooted closer to him and grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in to peck his lips he felt a wait lift off his shoulders.

“I love your voice, just as much as I love you,” you told him


Youngjae felt his hands grow sweaty as he saw the doctor hook and wire perfectly your hearing aid. Having a s/o that is hearing impaired was hard but he put forth so much effort to help you and make you feel loved. Now your hearing aid was on and Youngjae put a finger to your lips so you can be quiet. He grabbed your hands, kissed them and started into your eyes. 

Youngjae softly began singing a ballad to you, his heart was rushing in his chest and the speed increases after he saw the first tear fall off of your face. There was you two in a mixture of tears as he ended the song. He’s voice was angelic and music to your ears. 

Youngjae pulled you into his embrace and kissed your temple.

“I’m so happy i heard you sing, it was beautiful.”


Jaebum doesn’t really show his emotions all the time. Today he knew it was going to be hard for him. He was with you in the room as the doctor was setting up your hearing aid. Jaebum started to wonder, would you like his voice? would it be too annoying? well he was about to find out as your hearing aid was officially on.

“y/n, I’m glad you made it this far love,I’m proud of you and I love you to the moon and back.” He told you

Such simple words had cause your heart to burt and you immediately started to cry. Seeing you cry made Jaebum start to tear up as well. 

“I love you so much Jb,” you said in the middle of your tears


Mark was excited for you when he saw the doctor put on your hearing aid. He started getting all giddy at the thought of you finally being able to hear him. Mark promised himself that he would not cry, but just seeing that big smile on your fcae as the doctor turned the hearing aid on made him want to curl up and cry like a lost child. 

“Okay,y/n, you’re all set,” said the doctor

You quickly turned your head to look at Mark waiting for him to say something to you. 

“Hey baby,” He said

‘MARKKKKK,” you said happily and jumped into his arms

“Your voice is as handsome as your face, please don’t stop talk,” you told him


Jinyoung was trying so hard to hold back his tears and he knew that at any second they will unleash at any moment. There you were sat down with the doctor hooking up your hearing aid. Once it was turned on Jinyoung started to speak before he started crying. 

“Hi my love, I’ve prepared a song for you so please listen to it,” he told you before kissing your cheek

 Jinyoung went to sit at a hair across from you and began singing your favorite song.  You closed your eyes and cried as he was signing. Who would’ve thought your beautiful boyfriend can have such a sweet voice. After he stopped signing you ran to where he was and hugged him so tightly. 

“I am so lucky, thank you Jinyoung,” your muffled voice said

“You’re welcome baby, I love you.”


Bambam was pumped fro your hearing aid. He was shaking from the thrill that the thought of you being able to hear him. He was so ready for this new beginning to you that was quickly becoming a reality. The doctor turned on your hearing aid and there you sat patiently waiting for your boyfriend to say something. 

“y/n !!!!” you heard him squeal

*kiss* I love you *kiss* I love you *kiss* i love you

You were drowning in his kisses but that only made you even more fond of your goofy boyfriend.

“Babe, you can acuatlly hear me?” He asked dumfounded

“Yes, Bambam I can hear you loud and clear,” you told him laughing

“I LOVEEE YOOUUU,” he said once again


His happiness was off the roof today, He was just so happy that nothing can knock him off the cloud of happiness he was on. Yugyeom was intently watching as the doctor was putting on your hearing aid. He started to replay different scenarios in his mind about the future things you both would do after you can hear again. Yugyeom and you have been best friends since you were about 9 years old.  He was there the day you lost your hearing completely. He has always had feelings for you but never got the courage to confess but today was that day. Yugyeom has waited ten years for the day you’d finally would become his. The doctor finally turned on your hearing aid and that was Yugeyom signal to start.


“Yes, Yuggie.” you replied

“I’ve known you all my life, you are my best friend and will always be my best friend and I’m so thankful that you got you hearing back because I know it was a tough journey for you.” He said, “However, I don’t want to be best friends anymore.”

He got on one knee

“Y/n, I like you, no starch that, I love you and that’s why today I am asking you beautiful.” He told you, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

As cheesy as it was the boy in front of you has captured your heart with his caring feature and pure heart so of course you said yes. 

“Of course!!” you told him almost yelling 

With that he sealed it with a kiss, after so long he finally had the girl of his dreams.

Binary Star (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,935

Summary: In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

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The Counselor (Taehyung x Reader)

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Words: 6,508

Summary: You’ve been feeling a bit…depressed. At your friends recommendation, you go to see a counselor, but…he’s a lot more than you expected.

A/N: Well! This has been a long time coming, haha. My first Taehyung smut-I figured it was time. Though, it does have lots of fluff too (because to me Taehyung is such a sweetiepie). Anyway! Please enjoy!

You are…struggling. And you know you are. Classes are rough, and homework and work makes you want to rip all of your hair out. You’re losing sleep and adapting terrible eating habits (aka not eating at all and/or eating only quick and unhealthy food), and your friends are worried.

“The University Health Department has counseling available almost 24/7,” one of your girlfriends tells you, her eyes begging for you just to listen for once, because she know that you don’t want to. It’s only another 2 months until summer, and you only need to last that long, then things will get a little better. You’re sure of it. However, you still patiently listen to her nonetheless.

“They’re not professional—they’re trained kids, our own age. People who go to the university with us that are just…listening buddies. They’re there to help us in any way they can, and I haven’t heard anyone say anything bad about them.

“And they don’t judge you!” she continues quickly when she sees your lips part, liking going to give her an excuse as to why you don’t want to go. “I’ve had friends who have gone in just to talk about their day—because it helps them to have the company around. And I’ve also had friends who have gone in and gotten deep—and it still works out fine in those situations too.

“The counseling is good,” she tells you, smiling as she grabs one of your hands between hers. Your heart aches at that moment, because you know that she’s such a good friend to you, and it’s not like you enjoy feeling this way, it’s just…

“Give them a chance, Y/N, and if you don’t like it I won’t ask you to go back. But what can it hurt?”

“My pride,” you mumble in response, and when she sends you a sour pout, you sigh. “I’ll…go soon,” you say, managing a smile. You place your free hand atop hers and squeeze, hoping to portray your sincerity. “I really do appreciate you being so concerned for me. Thank you.”

She shrugs, the atmosphere becoming a bit more comfortable she slides off her seat and moves around the café table, grabbing you in a tight hug.

“Just trying my best to be a good friend.”

“You are, trust me.”

Despite it all, you do end up going to the counseling—but only after lots of internal struggle and reasoning.

On a Friday night—when you for once don’t have work—you pick yourself up and shrug on a too-big sweatshirt and slip into a pair of trainers and then leave your 1 bedroom apartment, trudging towards the Health Center on campus.

You’re not even sure if counseling will be available at—you slyly slip your phone from your pocket and check the screen—10:03 on the weekend, but hey—if you go and no one is there, then at least you tried. You can tell your friend that at the very least you made an effort to get counseling, and then you’ll never have to go back again. Perfect!

Sadly, when you reach the health building, a woman at the front desk points you in the direction of the student mental health rooms. Tempted to sigh at your luck, you slowly make your way up the dimly lit hall—most of the lights off in order to cut electricity costs.

After a minute you find the area you’re looking for, a semi-large waiting room with 5 doors connected to it. 4 of the doors are closed—the ones labeled ‘Jackson’, ‘Hani’, ’Kai’, and ‘Jonghyun’—and through the small window you can only see darkness, so you assume they’re out for the night. The farthest right door, however, is illuminated.


You take a deep breath, reading yourself for judgment and fear and anxiety—because despite your friends reassurance and all the good remarks you’ve been hearing about the counseling and counselors—you’re still terrified.

Eying the nametag hanging on the door handle—one which is bright blue and decorated with a mismatch of drawings (which may have been done by a kindergarten, but you can’t tell)—you wearily lift your hand and knock your knuckles against the solid wood.

It takes a few seconds, but eventually the door opens, and you suddenly find yourself face to face with a thin, chestnut haired boy. His face reflects subtle surprise, his perfectly shaped eyebrows raising on his forehead.

“Hi,” he says after a moment, and then breaks into a large boxy smile, gripping his stomach as he laughs. You take a step back, wanting to run. Is he laughing at you??—but luckily he quickly explains himself.

“Sorry, I just…I’m so used to being here alone on Friday nights, usually no one shows up, so you took me by surprise. I was laughing at myself because I’m sure I looked a bit stupid standing there, hehe~.” Reaching out a hand, his brown eyes turning kind, he introduces himself. “I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you respond, still hesitant, but take his hand nonetheless. It’s large, you note.

“Well—come on in!” he says, stepping back and motioning to his little, private room. You poke your head in, surveying the area. There’s a pink and a blue beanbag on the carpet floor, a stack of books in the corner, and an old TV with a N64 hooked up. On the screen is a paused game of California Speed, which is what you guess Taehyung must have been playing before your unexpected arrival.

“I…um…,” you manage, embarrassed at your own awkwardness. But you feel bad—maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you, he was probably have a jolly fine time before you’d shown up at his door.

“Y/N,” Taehyung coaxes, his face melting into a look of understanding. He’s so beautiful to look at, and with such sincerity portrayed on his features, you’re beginning to wonder if perhaps he’s an angel of sorts.

Extending his hand towards you, Taehyung waits. Patient. He and you both know that it’s your decision to come inside, and he’s not going to force any kind of decision upon you.

You don’t want to be here, and yet…with Taehyung here in front of you…

You take his hand.

Grinning, Taehyung tugs you into his little, cozy pad, and shuts the door behind you. Immediately, in time with the sound of the room closing off, you feel emergency barriers forming around your heart, scared to let anyone in or anything out. Because in the most basic sense you are ok. You have food and shelter, and you find it in yourself to roll out of bed every day. You’re alright, but…you’re not. Not really—and while Taehyung seems like a nice guy, you don’t know him. So are you just supposed to suddenly open up and tell him all of your problems and expect him to listen and be nonjudgmental? That’s seems impossible.

“Well, pop a squat!” he tells you, diving stomach first onto the pink bean bag. His smile and personality, so far, reminds you of a little kid with no care in the world, and you begin wondering if you can confide in a person like this. Nonetheless, you stiffly step farther into the room and lower yourself onto the other beanbag, not quite sure where to look. If you look at the floor, you’ll seem shy. If you look at Taehyung, then you’ll seem a bit creepy, you think (even though you honestly would love to get a clearer look at Taehyung, because despite the dim light in the hall, you had been able to tell that he is…blessed in his features). So, you decide to stare at the TV instead, back straight and lips pressed together tightly.

God…you wish you hadn’t come.

“Hey,” Taehyung suddenly says, catching your attention. You look up just in time for him to shove the 2P controller into your lap.

“Oh c’mon!” he says when he sees your shocked looked. “This game is fun, I promise! Let’s just play a few maps!”

“I…ok,” you agree, if only because you still feel bad for intruding, and Taehyung grins happily.

“The analog stick is…kinda touchy in this game, so be careful of that,” he tells you as he exits the race he had paused and backtracks to the main menu, this time choosing the 2-player option.

“I’ve actually played this game before,” you inform him quietly, unable to help the amused grin that overtakes your lips when Taehyung’s face turns dumbfounded.

“You have???”

“I have,” you confirm, your smile unwavering as you choose your car on the selection screen. “And I’m pretty good at it too, so watch your back.”

“Ooooooohh~! I see how it is!” Taehyung teases, picking up his controller and thumbing the analog stick until he’s hovering over the golf cart option on screen. You send him a questionable look, and Taehyung licks his lips, raising his eyebrows challengingly. Your heart jumps at the sight, and you wonder if Taehyung knows that he’s making you sexually flustered at the moment.

“Golf cart is gonna win,” he simply says, picking out a course to play, and you roll your eyes, turning your attention to the screen as the race begins.

Maybe a little too into it, you and Taehyung battle it out, the barriers around your heart seeming to inch open with each line of friendly banter exchanged between you both. You’re not sure what time it is when you finally end up tossing your controller down—frustrated that Taehyung had beaten you 15-14 ONLY because an NPC had nudged you out of first place and into third just seconds before the finish line.

“That’s such bullshit!” you scream, though laughter is bubbling in your throat, and you’ve been smiling for a long while now. “I refuse to accept that!”

“Too bad! I win~!” Taehyung sing-songs, setting his controller down on the carpet and getting up to do some kind of awkward victory dance. You shake your head in disbelief, your laughter fading into desperate wheezes for air, and reach over to smack him.

However, in an embarrassing turn of events, you somehow manage to miss his arm…and smack his ass. Just a little smack! Right on the top, but…it’s enough to have both you and Taehyung immediately freezing in shock.

“You…,” he starts, brown eyes wide. Cheeks erupting with color, you open your mouth to try and explain yourself, but no words come out—because what exactly are you supposed to say?! You hadn’t meant for that to happen…!

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