if you even knew who this kid was

let’s talk about how amazing Avatar: The Last Airbender is for a second
  • Fantasy world not based on typical medieval Europe
  • Was a children’s show that openly discussed war, death and genocide
  • Had several handicapped characters, one of whom was the show’s most powerful person
  • Every single character was a person of color, drawn to represent Asian and Inuit peoples
  • Had a character story arc centered around both emotional and physical parental abuse, whose arc was about learning that they didn’t need the parent who abused them
  • Absolutely BEAUTIFUL ART STYLE AND DIRECTION
  • Three dimensional writing that rivals even most adult dramas
  • Characters dealt with sexism in society
  • Showed citizens on both sides of the war, including showing how the people in the enemy nation were merely influenced by propaganda and an oppressive regime
  • Had romances that developed overtime and actually talked about the issues of forming a relationship instead of just “and now they’re in love.”
  • Characters died. On a children’s show. Characters who you fucking knew! Who had story arcs and were their friends and were kids like them!
  • When those characters died, they left an impact. It wasn’t ignored after a few episodes, the feelings they had for these characters stayed through the entire show
  • Had environmental messages that weren’t cheesy, and they made you take the destruction of the environment seriously
  • SUPERB world building, fleshing out many cultures and histories that always felt real
  • Had a magic system that never felt like magic. It always felt natural and like a solid part of this world with rules that couldn’t be broken
  • The cute animal sidekicks weren’t just there to sell toys. They were characters who had so much emotion to them and were vital parts of the show’s dynamic. Also, the animals never talked yet somehow still portrayed an insane emotional level that some Disney films only dream of
  • Spawned a sequel series that dealt not only with sexism, but with sexuality, religion, and the benefits and dangers from the rapid progression of technology

The point is, Avatar: The Last Airbender is one of the greatest shows of all time and the proof is right there

Imagine - Zach gets jealous

Originally posted by sensualkisses

@ambrosebabyy Request: “Can I get a Zach Dempsey imagine ? Were he sees Bryce all over me and gets really protective?”

@thrtreasons Request: “jealous!zach…. i just… oh my god sorry i am sooooo zach trash”

@hanna-ranay Request: “Honestly an imagine about Zach would truly be appreciated, if you can. If not, it’s okay. Thank you!”

Jessica Davis was having a party at her house tonight, and of course you, being her best friend, had to go. You, Jessica, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Monty, and several other students from Liberty high were sitting in the living room playing suck and blow. You were sandwiched between Bryce Walker and Zach Dempsey.

You would never admit it to anyone, but you had a huge crush on Zach. And you’re pretty sure Jessica knew, she is your best friend after all, how could she not. But you were too shy to act upon your feelings towards him and you believed that he would never want to be with someone like you. Even though you hung out with Jessica and the more popular kids at Liberty high, you were still known as quite the nerd. And someone like Zach Dempsey don’t go for nerdy girls like you, they go for skinny cheerleaders who are drop dead gorgeous. 

Anyways, the game of suck and blow had already started, and you were pretty nervous to say at the least. Because you had to put your mouth against Zach’s with only a thin card in between the two of your lips. It was getting closer and closer to your turn until some girl pressed her mouth against Bryce’s passing the card on to him. He turned towards you, card on his lips. Bryce scooted closer to you quickly, sandwiching you more between him and Zach, until the point where you were chest to chest with Bryce and your back was pressed firmly against Zach’s muscular chest. Bryce then proceeded to place his card covered lips against yours, and quickly, in the process of passing the card onto you, snuck his hand around you to grab a hold of your backside and give it a good squeeze. His actions shocked you and you jumped, emitting a little squeal which was muffled by the card between yours and Bryce’s lips. Still in shock from what is happening right now, you faintly hear a deep growl from behind you…

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modern soc au

inej: 

  • loves to dance !!! esp ballet but she can dance to whatever tbfh, she’s that good 
  • likes to wear caps, esp backwards. really loves bomber jackets too. 
  • has a couple, small tattoos dedicated to her saints 
  • is that one kid who loves to do parkour (both ironically and unironically) for instance is really good at it but sometimes just yells PARKOUR and steps over a rock
  • usually found eating lunch with her pals on the roof of the school 
  • is amazing at hide and seek like holy fuck ????? hid for 2 hours once and wasn’t found, came back the next day and was like “y'all losers SUCK" 
  • loves to study other people’s cultures, as well as history and is great as p.e (never has gotten a bad grade in the flexibility tests) 
  • likes to read poem books 
  • has a black cat as a pet named “saint" 
  • pronounced meme as "mehmeh” the first time she read it 
  • only has snapchat and instagram. is that kid who ALWAYS posts the sunset every day, esp from weird/high places and the comments are always “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET UP THERE" 
  • cried the most during fox and the hound 
  • always braiding nina’s hair. Knows how to do all the super advanced onces as well
  • "I don’t know, CAN YOU?" 
  •  the best one at pushing people on the swings 
  • AMAZING AT JUST DANCE WITH JESPER 
  • "sorry I ran out of fucks to give try again later maybe?" 
  • gives the nicest presents. always knows what a person wants for christmas/their birthday 
  • the one who’s really into photography and is always taking aesthetic™ pics of Nina for her social media accounts 
  • Prefers tea over coffee

wylan:

  • bullied for not being able to read (at least up until high school), so is super shy 
  • loves drawing. the artistic™ one who takes anatomy to be able to draw people better 
  • MASTER FLUTE MUSICIAN. On the school band. Jams hard af when he plays it 
  • is in gem math and AP chem with kuwei. 
  • loves sweet. addicted to blue jolly ranchers. his tongue is always blue 
  • constantly pushing up his thick rimmed glasses (even if they ain’t on, which causes him to poke his eye)
  • looooves all the superhero shows on the CW 
  • V neck sweaters. always
  • always has his trusty satchel
  • only has tumblr. has like 10k followers because of his artwork. 
  • ”‘illuminati’ ? is that a band?“ 
  • cat person even though he’s allergic to cat fur. absolutely adores inej’s cat. settles for owning a horned lizard named "shrek" 
  • secretly a huge fan of memes 
  • really gay for tom holland and ed sheeran (calls him "ginger Jesus”) 
  • gamer with jesper. they always play overwatch together, wylans better tho. a genji and Ana main 
  • cried the most during big hero six 
  • wylan, with blank eyes: “I like my coffee how I like my men” // jesper: *spits out his drink* 

matthias: 

  • sports fan obv. On the schools hockey team bc his fav is hockey. is extremely competitive when he plays it. Is constantly checking but never gets penalties (aka slamming the other players against the walls)
  • played basketball against jesper and surprisingly lost. jesper won’t let it go 
  • dog person. owns a pet pomsky (Pomeranian-husky) with nina who’s name is “bub" 
  • “long hair don’t care”draws inspiration from Harry styles 
  • really philosophical. takes all the philosophy/ethics classes available 
  • kind of sounds like Thor (thick and deep accent) 
  • a good™
  • "you’re all horrible trash”
  • “do we really have to be doing this now? I have to finish my homework" 
  • loves baking. bakes everything for the love of his life 
  • grey sweatshirts and adidas shoes 
  • wears contacts Because he hates how glasses look on him. only wears them when he’s home 
  • oblivious to all the women in love with him
  • "CAN YOU EVEN LIFT BRO? BECAUSE I SURE AS FRICK CAN” (doesn’t curse) 
  • real 👍🏻🤘🏻👌🏻life🤰🏻👼🏻🌱student📚✂️✏️athelete🏃🏼🥇🏆🥅🏒
  • has Facebook and Twitter only
  • cried the most during bambi and dumbo 
  • little spoon™ 
  • has a couple tattoos with very deep meanings

jesper: 

  • dancer with inej. dances like those ppl who look like robots ??? the ones who look like they freeze parts of their body while the others move. AMAZING at it 
  • loves jazz but also dubstep/edm and rap/r&b. Beyoncé is MOM/QUEEN. 
  • sometimes djs parties 
  • again, huge gamer with wylan. he’s a lucio and junkrat main for overwatch. loves like every video game ever 
  • loves all the marvel movies, in love with black panther (was team cap) 
  • dresses like a hipster but also sometimes a fuck boy (tank tops and shorts with a backwards cap style) 
  • favorite subject is business and debate. great negotiator 
  • cried the most during the lion king 
  • A+ cosplayer (especially his lucio cosplay) 
  • big supporter of human rights (LGBTA+, feminist, black lives matter, poc representation). Will LITERALLY get into fights over anyone who thinks otherwise. Fist fights, always supported by Kaz and Matthias. Got suspended for 3 days for breaking a kids nose who thought LGBTA+ people should **** ** ****) 
  • that one kid who has 50 fidget spinners and can do cool tricks with them. also manages to sell all of them 
  • skateboard pro™ 
  • always sends the blinking face meme, even if it’s out of context 
  • all the social medias. 
  • one tattoo only of a gun with a ‘bang’ flag coming out of it 

nina: 

  •  PROFESSIONAL👏🏻 MAKE 👏🏻 UP 👏🏻 ARTISTS 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 HAS HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF FOLLOWERS ON HER INSTAGRAM AND THE SAME FOR HER YOUTUBE CHANNEL 
  • Speaking of YouTube, she always does cute videos. Baking/cooking tutorial videos featuring Matthias, 'i do my boyfriends makeup’, 'my boyfriend does my makeup’, 'my boyfriend buys my makeup’, does make up tutorials obviously, challenges with her best friend inej like the 'whisper challenge’. everyone loves her and says her and Matthias are their otp 
  • loves fashion design, takes that class. 
  • loves horror movies/creepy things but also Disney 
  • great at roller skating 
  • always wins the best dressed awards ad school 
  • also huge fan of ed sheeran. loves little mix more than 5h. 
  • cried the most during 'up' 
  • Can speak like 4 languages (English, french, Latin and spanish) 
  • loves traveling and learning about new cultures too 
  • dancer!inej’s biggest fan and hockey!matthias’ biggest fan 
  • always breaks snapchat streaks 
  • likes to (friendly) debate with jesper, especially over stupid things 
  • amazing with kids. babysits all the time. calls “bub” (the dog) her and matthias’ baby 
  • big spoon™ 
  • notes are so fucking pretty. buys the most expensive stationary and notebooks 
  • also huge supporter of human rights. runs the feminist club. (Jesper is the Vice President) stresses loving yourself and your body, and makes sure to design comfortable yet GORGEOUS clothes for “"plus sized people”“ 
  • wins 'dynamic duo’ award with inej 
  • always eating lollipops 
  • has a few very small tatos of cute things like roses and crowns. has one quote written in cursive on her rib

kaz: 

  • prefers black coffee as well 
  • loves crime shows, whether they’re real or fake. for instance loves both 'Dateline’ and 'Criminal Minds’ also loves 'House’
  •  favorite class is psychology, learning how a person thinks and acts and feels
  • has the dregs tattoo on his arm * edge lord 9000™ * such a drama queen and diva like damn 
  • *deep sigh* "I think I’d rather go take a nap” *gets up and leaves* 
  • also loves computer science. knows how to hack shit like a pro 
  • always rough housing with jesper. broke a table once 
  • does walk with a cane. likes to slap matthias’ ass with it 
  • “bow down you fucking peasants" 
  • only types in lower case with 0 emojis and no punctuation marks. CONSTANTLY leaves people on read 
  • only has Twitter and snapchat. His posts on snapchat never have captions, yet somehow has a 200 day streak with Jesper and a 250 day streak with inej 
  • loves watching horror movies with nina 
  •  *in a fight* "oh I’ll sHOW YOU SOME DIRTY HANDS” *swings* 
  • gets second place for best dressed award 
  • always sending memes with no context in their group chat, as well as vines 
  • indie and alternative rock fan 
  • “does it look like I care because I’m sorry if it does I didn’t mean to give you that impression" 
  • head over heels for inej Ghafa like wow 
  • likes to read a lot of mystery books and non fiction books 
  • cried the most during finding dory 
  • can solve a Rubik’s cube under a minute and won’t let you forget it 
  • The one asshole who picks either Kirby or metaknight in super smash brothers brawl
  •  hates seeing the notification bubble so he always has all chats muted and notifications turned off for apps 
  • kiss ass to all the teachers to get them A’s

Kuwei: 

  • SCIENCE NERD. ALWAYS singing the bill nye theme song. Loves ASAPScience on YouTube. Master at chemistry and biology 
  • "hey did u know bill nye is, like, my dad" 
  • nina treats him like a baby 
  • loves everything to do with Star Wars while wylan loves star trek more. Fighting ensues. 
  • has a pet Siamese cat name sparky 
  • Used to have a huge crush on jesper and everyone knew it except jesper. 
  • knows the intro to the bee movie ("according to all known laws of aviation-”)
  •  jesper in the group chat: “gonna go shower be right back” // kuwei: “without me ;)?” // wylan: “KUWEI SWEAR TO FUCK” // kaz: “watch your fucking language wylan" 
  • obsessed with Pokémon go even if it died out (chose team instinct) 
  • "fight me on this" 
  • has Twitter, snapchat and instagram 
  • Always drinking ginger ale 
  • master at bop it 
  • the one kid who always forgets to pay you back for stuff 
  • is also into the CW super hero shows, so him and wylan are constantly talking about it 
  • loves cartoons and anime 
  • speaks fluent fuckboy 
  • God awful at comebacks 
  • "let’s take a selfie guys !!!” // “kuwei no-” // *snapshot sound* 
  • talks !!! Like !! This !!!! for,,, some reason ???????? 
  • huge nerd for other things too like lord of the rings and Harry Potter and game of thrones 
  • cried the most during inside out
  •  "do you think planes are scared of heights?“ // "for fucks same kuwei it’s 4am”
“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary : Damian is the victim of racism, Batmom steps in to kick some asses.

Just something that popped into my mind one night, after a day of heated argument defending some of my “people of color” friends, like some things get me instantly mad…so I had to write about it and hum…hope you’ll like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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You didn’t mean to say it on live TV like that…but…The nerves of those people ! 

It was common knowledge that you didn’t particularly held journalists in your heart. 

Some would say it was because any form of media in Gotham was OBSESSED with your family, and you hated the attention you all constantly got. 

If you cut your hair, it’d be in the paper, if your sons were spotted hanging out in town, it’d be in the paper, if you and Bruce did something, it’d be in the paper…with ridiculous titles too : “The heir of the Wayne fortune are turning into delinquents !” when all they did was skateboarding around town. “Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) Wayne about to divorce ?” just because Bruce arrived later than you at a gala…So stupid. 

Yes, some would say it was because they constantly tried to find a scandal about your family but others…like your husband, would say it was because he used to date a few of those journalists women. And yeah, it was true he did “date” some of those women but, this wasn’t why you disliked journalists. 

And Bruce knew it, he’d just tease you with it sometimes to try and relax you because some douchebag wrote lies in the papers about your family…

You knew by marrying Bruce that it would be like that, that you’d always be the center of attention and honestly, when it was just about you ? Or even Bruce ? It was alright. Both of you could handle it. 

But when it touched your children ? Oh no. No. And no. 

And so, tonight, as someone made a comment about your youngest son..you kinda lost it. And you could already see the title of every articles and such that’ll come out the next day : 

“(Y/N) Wayne loses it on live TV”

But this was too much. Your boy already struggled with this at school, he didn’t need it everywhere else…How did they even hear about it anyway ? 

Uh…Who were you kidding ? They were journalists, of course they would have heard about your little outburst at Gotham Academy…

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❂ ————– THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’
’ I despise guessing games. ’
’ Oh, goody. ’
’ Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. ’
’ When I’m King, what’ll that make you? ’
’ You’re so weird. ’
’ You have no idea. ’
’ Sing something with a little bounce in it. ’
’ I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. ’
’ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It’s our motto. ’
’ What’s a motto? ’
’ Nothing. What’s a motto with you? ’
’ Did I miss something? ’
’ Let me out! Let me out! ’
’ Please don’t eat me. ’
’ Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper. ’
’ I can’t go back. What would it prove, anyway?  ’
’ You can’t change the past. ’
’ You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not. ’
’ It’s because of me. It’s my fault. ’
’ Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret. ’
’ It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true. ’
’ No! It was an accident! ’
’ It’s your fault he’s/she’s dead. Do you deny it? ’
’ Then you’re guilty. ’
’ No, I’m not a murderer! ’
’ Friends? I thought he/she said we were the enemy. ’
’ Don’t ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh! ’
’ We’re pals, right? ’
’ I don’t wonder; I know. ’
’ The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. ’
’ I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. ’
’ Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing. ’
’ Everything the light touches is our kingdom. ’
’ A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. ’
’ What’s happened to you? ’
’ You’re right, I’m not. Now are you satisfied? ’
’ You know you’re starting to sound like my father. ’
’ The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave. ’
’ So where are we really going? ’
’ Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo? ’
’ It’s a tradition going back generations. ’
’ Well, when I’m king, that’ll be the first thing to go. ’
’ Well, in that case, you’re fired. ’
’ Nice try, but only the king can do that. ’
’ Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet. ’
’ Why do I always have to save your… Ahhh! ’
’ I know what I have to do. ’
’ Temper, temper. ’
’ I’ve been running from it for so long. ’
’ Ow! Jeez, what was that for? ’
’ It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. ’
’ Oh yes, the past can hurt. ’
’ But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ’
’ You see? So what are you going to do? ’
’ First, I’m gonna take your stick. ’
’ Good! Go on! Get out of here! ’
’ So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. ’
’ Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ’
’ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ’
’ Is that a challenge? ’
’ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ’
’ There’s one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. ’
’ Pinned you again. ’
’ What’s going on? ’
’ Oh, dear, I’ve said too much! ’
’ Well, I’m brave. What’s out there? ’
’ All the more reason for me to be protective. ’
’ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later. ’
’ Just promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place! ’
’ You run along now and have fun. ’
’ I wonder if its brains are still in there? ’
’ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha! ’
’ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ’
’ Puh. You can’t do anything to me. ’
’ Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It’s time to go! ’
’ Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ’
’ I’m very disappointed in you. ’
’ You could have been killed! ’
’ You deliberately disobeyed me! ’
’ I was just trying to be brave like you. ’
’ I’m only brave when I have to be. ’
’ Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ’
’ Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh? ’
’ But you’re not scared of anything. ’
’ We were afraid it was somebody important. ’
’ Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. ’
’ Yeah, be prepared! We’ll be prepared… for what? ’
’ Long live the king! Long live the king! ’
’ If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? ’
’ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ’
’ You are such a naughty boy/girl! ’
’ You hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill ya! ’
’ So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. ’
’ That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. ’
’ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ’
’ Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we. ’
’ I’m telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities… ’
’ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ’
’ Come on, I just heard about this great place. ’
’ I’m surrounded by idiots. ’
’ I’m kinda in the middle of a bath. ’
’ So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. ’
’ I’ll show you when we get there. ’
’ The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole? ’
’ You’re the king? And you never told us? ’
’ You don’t even know what I’ve been through! ’
’ I finally got some sense knocked into me. ’
’ Please have mercy, I beg you. ’
’ You don’t deserve to live. ’
’ Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. ’
’ This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. ’
’ I’ll make it up to you, I promise. ’
’ You got to put your past behind you. ’
’ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ’
’ Bad things happen, and you can’t do anything about it. ’
’ There’s more to being a king than getting your way all the time. ’
’ I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. ’
’ Listen kid: if you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ’
’ Come on, will you cut it out? ’
’ I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. ’
’ What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? ’
’ I’m not the one who’s confused. ’
’ You don’t even know who you are! ’
’ This is just the way your father looked before he died. ’
’ So what’s the plan for getting past those guys? ’
’ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ’
’ Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their job. ’
’ Then you have sentenced us to death! ’
’ Well, it sure is a surprise to see you… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It means “no worries”. ’
’ These are rare delicacies. ’
’ You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. ’
’ You are more than what you have become. ’
’ How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be. ’
’ Will you stop following me? Who are you? ’
’ What’s going on here? Who’s the monkey? ’
Shy (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by ehdsisjado

A/n: This is probably my favourite idea for an imagine that I’ve had in a long time. I hope you guys like it
Requested: Yes!
Words: 3770
Warnings: Angst (not a lot but it’s there)

Prompt:
A: It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me
B: Are you fucking serious
A: What?
B: I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You

You had always knew you were different to the other kids on the Isle. Always. Even as a toddler you were clearly set apart from the other villain children; choosing to sit and watch their boisterous behaviour instead of partaking in it yourself. You were unmistakably good, there wasn’t a hint of bad in you. Unfortunately, your father Shan Yu, possibly the most ruthless and merciless of the villains, was not the most accepting of your passive behaviour, so you dreamed of Auradon, a place where thought you wouldn’t feel like a stranger in your own home. You couldn’t help it, you had no interest in terrorising others or making their lives miserable, instead you wanted to make friends, you wanted to help people, you wanted to learn.

When Ben eventually accepted all of the villain kids into his kingdom you thought all of your wishes would come true. You had a fresh start, a chance to surround yourself with people like you, a chance to be happy. It turned out there really was no people like you. You were instantly shunned by the princes and princess’ at the school once they figured out who your father was, turning there backs on you immediately as if his actions where your own. There was no chance of forming a friendship with any of the VK’s, you had exhausted that possibility many years ago, you were too fundamentally different to them, so you found you were left by yourself once again. To be honest, you had kind of grown accustomed to your own company and didn’t mind being alone. You began to realise that Auradon wasn’t so different to the Isle, sure it was cleaner and fancier but it could be just as lonely and isolating.

Despite little change when it came to friendships, you had discovered one new thing about yourself since arriving at Auradon; a distinct love for reading. The first time you stepped foot in the school library, you felt suddenly giddy, hardly able to contain your excitement as you stared at the seemingly never-ending shelves of hardbacks, tracing your fingers across the spines. As reading and academic interest in general was frowned upon back on the isle you had never even known libraries existed, so you took it upon yourself to make up for lost time. Any spare time you would have you would spend reading, curled up in your special corner of the library as you slowly worked your way through the endless collection of novels. It was quiet and you rarely saw people there but it was just how you liked it, peaceful and un-interrupted, fully submerged in whatever universe you were reading about. Then one day, completely by accident, everything changed.    

Harry ran down the corridor, a wicked smirk plastered across his face as he sprinted from the enraged Tourney players behind him. The pirate may have been fast, but he knew they were faster, Chad leading the angered mob. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to put fish guts in their Tourney helmets, he thought to himself as he sped around a corner. Then he glanced back at the remnants of the slimy filth dripping from Jay’s hair as they charged after him and sniggered. Who was he kidding? He lived for the adrenaline rush. Still, while they were still behind him, he ducked out of their way, running through the doorway of a random classroom instead of continuing down the hallway. He pressed his face against the glass panel in the door, crouched down watching the Tourney players run straight past where he was hiding, sighing in satisfaction. Harry, slumped with his back to the door, laughing to himself as he caught his breath, slowly looking around the room he was in. It was bigger than he had anticipated and certainly not a classroom, the space occupied by neat rows of bookcases, overflowing with novels but was seemingly empty. His blue eyes scanned the corridor, in case anybody was still out there looking for him. The coast was clear, so he jumped up, gripping the door handle before stopping. Harry’s head whipped around as the pirate froze. He could have sworn he heard a noise.

A soft giggle, barely audible but a giggle all the same, that’s what Harry thought he heard. He brushed it off, putting it down to paranoia, and went to leave the room again. He was interrupted. Another giggle, this time louder, more prominent. He knew he wasn’t hearing things then and took a step towards the noise, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to work out where it was coming from. He trod carefully through the maze of book shelves, trying not to make a sound when he saw you. Instinctively he ducked down, hiding behind more books as a small smirk stretched across his lips.
“Now who are ye?” he whispered to himself as he fixated on your small frame, curled up beside a fireplace, holding an old book in your hands. A hint of recognition flickered across his eyes as he watched you grin at the hardback, beginning to laugh even louder at whatever you were reading. He was mesmerised by you, intrigued by how absorbed you were in the story, grinning to himself as huge belly laughs escaped from your lips.
“Where do I know ye from?” He said to himself, chuckling quietly from your infectious laughter. He rested his hand on a pile of binders as he craned his neck further to study you better, jumping backwards as he knocked them to the floor.
Your nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping the book you were reading and shooting up.
“Hello?” You called out, hoping there would be nobody there to answer you.
Harry was half-way down the hallway before you could take another step.

He was back again. Why? He had absolutely no idea, but the next night he found himself back in the library, hoping you would be there too. Harry wasn’t disappointed, as after filtering through the aisles of books he found you in your familiar corner, this time wrapped under a blanket, a small lamp beside you. Making sure he was hidden from view, he watched you again, trying to stop himself from chuckling.
You were reading a horror book and it was fair to say you weren’t enjoying it, but you had vowed to read every book in the library in alphabetical order and you could hardly back out half way through the the ‘A’s. You read a particularly frightening sentence and slammed the book shut, holding it at arms length away from you, before painfully slowly re-opening it. You read another word and shut it again, this time staring at the novel as if it was the devil incarnate itself.
That was the point when Harry lost it, having to bit down on his own hand to stop himself from bursting out laughing.

It had been over a week since Harry saw you the first time, and he had returned to the library everyday to find you. Every time he would find you in the arm chair beside the open fire, the little crevice of the castle you had claimed as your own. It had been over a week since you had felt like you were being watched, and you were starting to feel slightly unnerved. Every time you would convince yourself you were just feeling paranoid but something was telling you to trust your instincts.

When Harry entered the library one evening he was confused. As he walked towards your usual spot,  but he couldn’t hear a thing, no snorts of laughter, no gasps, no occasional tutting. Silence. He frowned a little before it clicked. You weren’t there. The armchair was complete empty, the fire hadn’t been started, there was no pile of books on the floor.
“Where are ye then?” He asked himself, puzzled.
“Who? Me?” You replied triumphantly from behind him, arms crossed and tapping your foot as you gave the pirate boy a knowing look. He shot around, unable to figure out a response, so instead choosing to stand with his mouth open. So you weren’t going crazy
“Oh come on,” you laughed, no longer intimidated by the boy “Don’t tell me the infamous Harry Hook is at a loss for words”
Harry relaxed, slightly shocked that you weren’t weirded out by him, and flashed you one of his signature smirks laced with a little insanity. He was curious as to how you knew what he was.
You grinned back at him, as if reading his mind.
“I mean, this kind of gives it away doesn’t it,” you motioned towards the sliver metal of his hook, glinting in to the dim light.
He smiled again, licking his bottom lip slightly.
“Ye know for someone who spends all there time in a library ye don’t half talk a lot” Harry teased, regaining his smug demeanour and taking a step towards you.
He tried to reach his hook to meet your face but you turned on your heels before he could.
“And for someone who spends all there time stalking people you are oddly confident”
“Touché” Harry laughed, following you as you collapsed into your armchair.
“What do you want Harry” you grumbled, unimpressed that the boy was invading your reading time.
He leaned back on the arm rest and grinned at you, deciding that he wanted to know more about the mysterious library girl.
“Nothing,” he said innocently enough but still with a devilish gleam in his eyes “I came here to read”
You rolled your eyes.
“We’ll go do it somewhere else, this seat is occupied” you replied, retrieving a book from your bag and opening it to the first page.
“Well if ye insist,” whispered the pirate, walking away from you.
You tilted your head, that was far too easy. You were kind of disappointed that Harry had left so soon but you dismissed the thought and started to read, happy to be left in the quiet. That was until, you hear the screech of wood against the library floor.

“Harry! I told you to leave!”
“Nu-uh, ye told me to get my own chair,” he said smugly, dragging one of the libraries benches from the other side of the room to the fireplace “So I did”.
He winked at you
“You are ridiculous”
“I think ye mean endearing”.
The bench was now directly next to your chair, Harry sprawled out on it, his hands behind his head in a mock super model pose. You giggled.
“You’re not seriously, going to stay here are you?”
“Ye already know the answer to that question sweetheart” Harry whispered.
“I can’t believe you” you said under your breath but seeing Harry’s two piercing blue eyes stare back at you charmingly, you relented.
“Fine, read this” you thrusted a book into his arms, “But I have rules. You don’t talk to me and I don’t talk to you”
Harry smirked.
“You won’t even know I’m here”

You knew he was there alright. Every five second the boy tried to talk to you and in the hour you had been sat there you hadn’t even finished the first page of your book.
“Just put me out of my misery sweetheart and tell me ye name” he pined, creeping closer to the end of his bench and you.
“Shut up and read your book Hook”
“I am reading,” he protested “Ye know I can be very persuasive when I want to be”
Harry was whispering to you, his lips brushing against your ear. You shuddered a little, not used to being this close to somebody. Annoyed, you pushed Harry playfully by the shoulder away from you.
“If I tell you will you leave me alone”
“I’m not making any promises” You jabbed him in the ribs “Okay! I’ll leave you alone”
Harry wiggled away from you and picked up the book, pretending to read it. You did the same, returning to your novel. Neither of you could concentrate on any kind of story, taking it in turns to steal glances at one and other when you thought they weren’t looking. It was Harry who caught you first.
“I can see ye looking at me ye know” he said raising an eyebrow.
“L-looking at you? Pffft I’m not….. looking at you” you stuttered embarrassed at being caught. You were a terrible liar.
“You’re sitting right next me. I can see ye”
“W-well then you need to get….. some glasses”.
After realising how terrible your excuses were you made eye contact with Harry again. The two of you tried to keep straight faces but faltered, laughing until you cried and your sides actually beginning to ache. When the sniggers finally subsided you turned to the pirate.
“My names Y/N Yu,” you said at last causing Harry to sit up.
“I thought I recognised you from the Isle” he replied, looking at you slightly differently.
“I doubt it. I have never really been a people person. Nobody really remembers me”, your voice sounded slightly sadder than you had intended it to, so you shut your mouth abruptly.
“I remembered you” Harry stated quietly, before, for the first time that night, picking up his book and  starting to read it.

It had been months since your first encounter but you and Harry had grown in-separable. It baffled everybody, the quiet shy bookworm and the obnoxiously flirtatious pirate, it wasn’t a mix that most expected to work. But it did. Soon friendship progressed to something much more. You understood Harry unlike anybody else, your relentless kindness something he had been missing but craved. Harry was fiercely protective of you, threatening to hook anybody who gave you any trouble. Yes, you knew it was a little much, but he was trying. Neither of you had any trouble admitting you were madly in love with the other. You and Harry still had your nightly reading sessions, only now you shared the armchair, you curled up on his lap, your head against chest. Harry would rest his chin on the top of your head, reading over shoulder and kissing your forehead occasionally, your bodies engulfed by a thick tartan blanket. Often, you would fall asleep like that and Harry would carry you back to your dorm, careful not to wake you. It was perfect.
For a while.

*teeny tiny time skip*

“It’s the end of the world as we know it!” You exclaimed, you pouted at Harry who just laughed at you and ruffled your hair.
“Has anybody ever told ye you’re over dramatic?”
“I’m being serious Har! The library is shut! All day!”
He chuckled at you again.
“I guess ye’ll have to sit at an actual table at lunch and actually talk to people”
You sighed melodramatically and Harry copied you, mocking your movement.
“I’d watch it Harry, you’re forgetting who my father is. I could have you flattened on this floor in a second”
“Y/N, ye may indeed be the daughter of Shan Yu, but ye haven’t flattened anything in your life”
You swatted the back of his head.
“I’m in a bad mood” you grumbled quietly.
“Come on Little Miss Yu, we’re going to sit with Uma”

You and Uma had a mutual dislike for each other. The kind of mutual dislike for each other that often caused countries to go to war. Which was a shame, her being your boyfriends best friend and all, but you tried to not let it bother you. Uma had begun to hate you since Harry started spending more time with you, annoyed that he no longer wanted to try and destroy Auradon. She lost her shit when she caught him reading a book in his room instead of training one time.
“I thought you hated Y/N” Gil said goofily as you and Harry sat down at Uma’s picnic table.
“I do” Uma said bluntly, giving you a death stare. You pretended to ignore it, instead pulling out a piece of chocolate cake from your bag. Harry sent a warning glare back to Uma.
“Well I think Y/N’s very nice,” Gil added, giving you a genuine smile and nodding his head.
You smiled back. Gil might not have been the sharpest knife in the draw but he was pretty harmless.
“She always was, wasn’t she. So nice”. Uma spat, sneering at the word nice as I it was an insult.
“If you’ve got a problem with me, I can go you know” You stood up for yourself, imitating Uma’s tone.
“Fine by me”
“Uma,” Harry growled, an fierce edge in is voice
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot you developed feeling for the girl. Did you forget she was just part of the plan”
“Uma, shut it!” Harry banged his fists on the table.
“The plan?” You nearly choked on your cake.
“Oh honey didn’t you know” Uma said with fake concern “He only dated you because I told him to”
You spat the remaking chocolate cake out.
“What” you whispered venomously, staring at Harry who was sat with his mouth wide open.
“I thought we needed to expand our crew a bit so I told him to go out and find some vulnerable girl who would follow him blindly. Don’t know why he chose you though, you’ve always been weird haven’t you. Always been a loner. Always been a fr-”
“UMA ENOUGH!” Harry screamed.
You felt suddenly dizzy, black hazing your vision. Harry tried to grab your hand but you snatched it away. You were crying now, your heart slowly shattering. Turning around you stumbled away as quickly you could, as far as your eyes could see.

You ran into the woods, needing to be as far away from the school ,and the people in it, as possible. You were sobbing now, heaving and wailing like a child, as you sprinted. Refusing to stop, you ran deeper and deeper into the forest, your legs snatching on brambles and the wind biting at your cheeks. You never wanted to go back. How could you? The only person that had made Auradon bearable was Harry but it seemed even that was just some cruel joke. You stopped only when you thought your lungs would collapse, throwing yourself down beside a tree trunk.
“She’s right,” you blubbered to yourself “I don’t belong here. I don’t belong on the Isle. I don’t belong anywhere!”.
Your thoughts where interrupted by the snapping of a tree branch. You peered behind a tree defensively, to see a familiar pirate stood behind you.
“Y/N darling, Ye know that’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard”

He attempted to pull you into a hug but you refused.
“Harry,” you started.
“Uma’s a liar. Ye knew that already, she’s temperamental that’s all, she doesn’t mean anything she says-”
“Harry, don’t bother” You pulled away from your embrace, slumping back down to the ground.
Harry sat beside you.
“Don’t bother with what?” He asked softly, sweeping the hair away from your face with his hook so he could look into your eyes.
Before you could get lost in them, your tore your eyes away from him his.
“Stop pretending that you love me, or that you care, or that I mean something to you. It’s only hurting me more.”
Harry grabbed hold of your jaw, and twisted it towards you so you would look at him.
“You’re seriously not saying all of this because Uma threw a hissy fit are ye?”
“No actually. That’s the sad bit, I’ve been thinking about it or quite some time”
“What the hell are ye on about now!” Yelled Harry suddenly exploding, taking you slightly be surprise “Ye know I’d do anything bloody for ye!”
You ignored him, continuing your little speech.
“Do you know what people say when they see us together. They think how the hell did he end up with that, they think that-”
“When did I ever care what people think? When did ye ever care what people think?” He was still shouting, his yells echoing around the forest trees.
“I’ve always cared,” you whispered so quietly it could have gone undetected.
Harry heard though and got to his feet
“Then why don’t you care what I think then, eh? Because you know full well I love you!”
You stood up beside him, tears still streaming down your face.
“It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me”
“Are you fucking serious” Harry whispered, cooling down again and turning towards you.
“What?”
He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you go no matter how hard you squirmed until you eventually melted into his touch.
“ I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You”
“Harry,”
“I love you,” he repeated.
“I love you too”
You nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in the unmistakable scent of the ocean that never seemed to leave the pirate. Standing on your tiptoes you reached up and planted a short kiss on Harry’s lips, before lowering down and simply staring at him.
“I was going to wait till ye birthday but-”
Harry pulled away from you, untucking a small pendant necklace from his shirt and took it off. He placed it carefully in your hand, folding over your palm and pushing it gently to your chest.
“It was my mothers. I want you to have it.”
“Harry, it’s beautiful but… But I can’t take this from you,” The necklace was small and ornate, a silver crescent moon charm adorning the chain. You rubbed the cool metal between your thumb and forefinger.
“I told ye,” Harry whispered with a smile “It’s yers”
You flung your arms around his neck and he picked you up, spinning you around and round in circles until you begged him to put you down.
“We should probably get back Har” your said, still feeling a touch dizzy.
“Yer right Y/N. I’ll race ye back to the library,” Harry winked, twirling you around a final time.
“You know full well it’s closed, why torture me like that? You know we can’t go”
“Yeah well yer forgetting I’m a villain Y/N, breaking the rules is what I do”
You stared up at the boy you loved one more time, gazing at the way his eyes shone in the dappled sunlight.
“Harry Hook,” you stated “I’ve never met a more lovely villain”

Attempts and Guilt
Could you write an imagine where the reader is Bruce’s S/O and is constantly trying to get Damian’s approval but he refuses to let her in and then one night he overhears her talking to Bruce about how much it upsets her?

Bruce Wayne x Reader

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You didn’t think you were a bad person. You were a well liked person, one of the many reasons Bruce loved you. He was infatuated with your personality, you always managed to bring a smile to his face. A relationship had blossomed between the two of you, it was perfect. But there was one big obstacle that had popped in the way recently , well not that big, actually it was very small, Damian Wayne.

He did not like you at all. You understood that you weren’t his mother, even though he wasn’t a big fan of his biological mother either. Damian was not comfortable with his father being in a relationship, even if you two had been together long before he had walked into the picture.

The rest of the boys adored you, especially Tim, you had a soft spot for him. Another reason why Damian wasn’t warming up to you. Jason always came to you to talk about his problems, you were like his mother, scratch that you were his mother just not biologically. Dick loved to annoy you but he acted like a baby when you were around, always searching for your attention.

But Damian, he did everything in his power to ignore you. You had tried talking to him about his interests, taking him out, playing video games with him, and you even went to all his award ceremonies at school since Bruce rarely went. You had tried desperately for him to like you, for him to accept you.

It had been putting you down lately, you wanted to make Damian a part of your family. You wanted him to like you and be comfortable around you. It didn’t take long for Bruce to notice your depressing behavior.

“What’s wrong?” You rolled over to face Bruce, “What do you mean?” Bruce pushed a few strands of your hair back, his eyes softening at your sad expression.

“I know you better than you know yourself, something’s bothering you.” You knew better than to lie to him, he would see through the lie in a second. He was a detective after all.

“Damian doesn’t like me.”

Outside the bedroom door a little someone halted their movements as they heard their name. Damian curiously put his ear to the door, wanting to know why his name was involved in a conversation.

“He doesn’t like you?” Bruce urged you to go on, “I’ve been trying to get him to warm up to me since he’s got here, but every time
I try to get closer to him he pushes me away. He can’t even stand to be in the same room as me.” You explained sadly, your eyes reddened at how hurt you felt.

Bruce began to console you but Damian, he felt horrible. No matter how much he wanted to hate you he couldn’t, you were too much of an amazing person for him to dislike you. You had tried countless times to get to know him and it secretly had warmed his heart that someone cared so much, the someone had so much interest in him. But he had been selfish and rude, he had instead lashed at you and ignored your attempts.

Damian was mad at himself for not giving you a chance, you had welcomed him into your household. The kid who was your husband’s son but nothing of yours. You didn’t know he even existed until that point, but instead of judging and hating him you tended to all his needs.

Damian knew he had to make it up to you, he could here your choked sobs from outside the door. He walked towards Tim’s room, something he would never do unless it was an emergency.

He knocked on the wooden door, “What?” Tim opened the door with a curious expression.

“I need your assistance, I’ve made a big mistake.”

“Your wife is hot” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Here’s for you :), and I thank you very much ^^

Part two

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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The league discovered that Batman made files on all of them. Files in which were their secret identities, the way they could be defeated, and a all lot of personal details. And so they were…pretty mad at him. They felt like he betrayed their trust, while all he wanted to do was to make sure the World was safe. So the bat had to amend himself. He told all of them he was Bruce Wayne. And that’s the story of how a bunch of superheroes invaded your home. 

They first went to see the Batcave, which left you enough time to try and relax. It wasn’t everyday that you met the biggest superheroes of the World. You already encountered Superman, who was in real life Clark Kent, your husband’s best friend. You also were friend with Wonder Woman, having actually quite a lot in common with Diana Price. And your eldest son was friend with The Flash sidekick, Kid Flash, even though you never actually met Barry Allen, you felt like Wally told you enough things about him that you knew you’d probably get along. But the rest…Well, you were just super stressed. 

Of course, you knew all of them, extensively actually. You knew what they liked and didn’t like, their personality…Hum, you might have, MIGHT, read Bruce’s files on them. Curiosity. It was your biggest flaw. 

Keep reading

one of my fave memories from highschool is one where i brought a $600 bottle of champagne to school in one of those metal water bottles
basically i never even got close to breaking dress code all through sophomore year and so all the teachers (save two who actually knew me) thought of me as this Good Kid who would never break school rules
anyways i drank the champagne throughout the day and none of the teachers caught me even tho it makes that sSSHHHHHhhh sound whenever i opened it until sociology
i opened the bottle and my teacher immediately looked at me and i didn’t break eyecontact as i took a huge swig of it and he just called me up and said “hiro what is that” and i replied “oh it’s a $600 bottle of champagne do you want some?”
he paused for a bit before laughing his ass off and in between wheezes he was like “yOU BROUGHT CHAMPAGNE TO SCHOOL??????? AND A $600 ONE AT THAT??? I CANT EVEN BUST YOU NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE ME ONE IT’S YOU AND TWO ITS CHAMPAGNE IT MAKES A NOISE WHENEVER YOU OPEN IT G O D YOURE NOT EVEN HIDING IT TOO”
anyways he couldn’t stop laughing the rest of the class and i didn’t get busted for it
but now whenever i see him he always brings it up saying that that’s his highlight of his teaching career

Seventeen Reaction ~ Someone From NCT Flirts With You While They’re On A Music Programme

Request: Hi 🙆 I love your blog sooo much 💕 Can I request a seventeen reaction when someone from NCT flirt with you while they’re in a music program? Thanks you beforehand 🙈 


Hoshi:

Originally posted by hosoeks

As soon as Hoshi saw you being approached by Mark Lee of NCT, he could feel a little green monster being unleashed called jealousy inside him; when he simply heard you out loud from across back stage that the only thing you ‘long ass ride’ is your boyfriend, Hoshi erupt into laughter.

You can long ass ride me tonight, princess!

Jeonghan:

Originally posted by 12fools

When Jeonghan saw Yuta approaching you backstage, he quickly ran over asap for an emergency make out session to show the NCT who you belonged to; making Yuta freeze in his tracks.

Oh hey jagiiii, I haven’t seen you all night!

S.Coups:

Originally posted by imaginesofkpopandthings

When he heard you sassing back Taeyong that you already have a boyfriend that raps faster than Santa’s elves, Seungcheol’s heart litro swealt with awe

Wehey boys, did you hear my girl??

WonWoo:

Originally posted by i-wonwoo

WonWoo looked at Taeil with a smirk on his face as you just walked past him and towards Seventeen after the numerous bad pick up lines you just suffered from, your boyfriend smirking over at the eldest NCT with a wicked smile on his face.

Aju Nice…

Seungkwan:

Originally posted by dailyseungkwan

While NCT was performing, Seungkwan noticed that Doyoung kept throwing you secretive winks and air kisses which put this boy into full diva mode and throwing numerous of kisses on your lips for Doyoung to see. 

Do you like my new cherry chapstick? I bought it bECAUSE YOU’RE ONLY ALLOWED MY LIPS

Vernon:

Originally posted by royalshipper

Vernon casually watches as you rejected WinWin’s efforts to ask you out on a date and give you his phone number. Vernon trusted you enough when it came to boys flirting with boys trying to flirt with you and he, along with the rest of SVT started yelling ‘buuuurn’ when you turned away from WinWin.

That’s my girl, did you see her? WinWin needs a firetruck for that total burn now woopwoop

The8:

Originally posted by the1the8

You and Jaehyun were hosting Music Bank and while your boyfriend, The8 and the rest of his group Seventeen were performing, he noticed your but being accidentally-on-purposefully touched. After the Seventeen performance he squared up to Jaehyun with a smug temperamental smile on his face.

Bippity boppity back the fuck up from my girl, bitch.

Woozi:

Originally posted by mountean

*Litro sees you getting tortured by a nagging Mark Lee from across the room.*

Okay bitches where the flying fuck is my fucking fucked up fucking guitar? Someone go fetch my fucking guitar I’m going in.

Mingyu

Originally posted by seokmin---s

When Mingyu saw you getting followed by Ten of NCT straight over to where Seventeen was waiting to perform next, he was getting pissed off because he knew the situation you were in already, so in his mood he was sat you down so you straddled his thighs and he looked over at Chittaphon.

See anything you like, because I do and it’s already mine.

DK:

Originally posted by amillionwon

You and Taeyong were supposed to go up next for a duet and across the room your boyfriend could see Taeyong eye you like a piece of meat, stealthily he ran over and popped in front of Taeyong’s view so he could’t look you over and sported a big grin.

You look more like a ballerina than a rapper, are you sure you’re a rapper?

Dino:

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

Renjun knew exactly who you were and exactly who your boyfriend was, he decided to wind Chan up a little by giving you constant hugs and calling you ‘Noona’ in a sweet voice. From across the room, Chan made a slitting the throat gesture which made Renjun almost slip out of your arms, his skin and onto the floor. 

You’re dead, kid.

Jun:

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness

Jun watched almost sulkily as Yuta was sweet talking his way into your heart, which you were actually buying none of it even when he started running his hands down your arms. Jun screamed angrily inside and quickly text you, trying to distract you from Yuta.

You should come over here before I punish you real bad for talking to another guy

Joshua:

Originally posted by svt17-carat

*Sassily sprays holy water over Jaehyun after he purposely touched your boob by an accident*

Sorry, What was that? I can’t hear anything over the sound of making out with my girlfriend.

Whipped…boyfriend!!!

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the image of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

***

Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking off his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he brings his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognise the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognise the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.



Whipped…Boyfriend!!! Pt.2

Imagine being the Daughter of these two.....

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

-When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again. 

-He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery. 

-It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.

-Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.

-When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief. 

-You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week. 

-You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.” 

-Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)

-When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears. 

-Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.” 

“Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town. 

-Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection

Originally posted by tentamos-ser-tumbler

-Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.

-Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)

-Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you. 

-Your first boyfriend refused to take you on a date, because he was embarrassed that he agreed to date you. 

-When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.

-You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.” 

-Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra. 

-You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you

-You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties. 

-Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you. 

-Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.

-Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.

Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

-When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out. 

-That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”

-When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.

-So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,

-Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents. 

{Special College!AU} Mark Lee
  • major: children’s education 
  • minor: creative writing 
  • sports: was invited to the schools hockey team because he’s good on skates, but turns out mark lee isn’t all that good at contact sports (that and taeyong got so worried about him mark just decided to join badminton club instead)
  • clubs: book review with doyoung - but more than anything he just likes to hear doyoung talk lol, secretly part of a magic the gathering thing but only sometimes,,,,like ,,,,, once a week shh
  • when mark was applying to colleges, a lot of people were telling him to pursue majors he didn’t really like
  • “be pre-med!” “do law!” “business is the only place were there’s real money!”
  • but mark knew what he wanted to do with his life,,,,,he wanted to be a teacher
  • and even though people would always assume his shy, easily embarrassed attitude around others would be hard to overcome if he was like a highschool teacher or something
  • mark knew that he could do it - plus he’d always kind of wanted to be a kindergarten teacher,,,,,kids were always just so much more creative and interesting
  • and one of the things people had told mark since he was pretty young was that he was a natural born role model 
  • from breaking up arguments between kids on his home block, to encouraging his friends to do their best, just being laidback and so easy to talk to - yet still working his hardest
  • so why not put that to use,,,,,,sure it might have been corny to say outloud but mark wants to inspire kids and be someone they can really learn from,,,,
  • even though he’d never admit it aloud because for some reason he’d know someone (johnny) would fake cry and clap about his emotional speech
  • which sOMEone (johnny) does a lot,,,, like mark will go “if anything, we can all agree on pizza for lunch” and johnny will wipe a fake tear and be like “the hero we always needed,,,,”
  • mark sometimes wonders why he’s friends with such dramatic people,,,,,,,,actually a lot of people wonder that
  • because mark is popular, people just see him as this approachable, adorable guy and he totally is
  • which is why taeyong is always sweating over the fact that mark is TOO nice,,,,,he doesn’t want mark to get in any trouble
  • ten is always like taeyong please, mark is a grown man he knows-
  • taeyong: mark - don’t talk to strangers on the internet, mark have you ever heard of catfishing, mark did you know your computer could be HACKED
  • taeil: someone please distract him ,,,, like sicheng spill some coffee or sneeze on him so he’ll stop
  • but mark has known his closest friends for the longest, and he’s got this sense of loyalty that’s seriously unbreakable
  • it’s one of the many things that is so great about him,,,,honestly how can someone be so genuine and nice,,,,,,,
  • mark’s roommate jaehyun sometimes finds mark sitting up at like 2 am - desk lamp on - scribbling notes down
  • and he assumes he’s studying or something,,,but mark also has another goal - he wants to write a kids book
  • although his drawing is sub par,,,,,ideas for the book have always been floating around in his head
  • and even if it’s 2, 3, 4 am he has to get up and write a good one down
  • he never shows them to anyone though,,,,because it’s sort of a secret the only person who knows is another bestfriend of his, haechan, whose still in high school
  • mark would totally pen pal haechan if he went away to college - don’t argue with me on this
  • as a children’s education major,,,,there’s a program that allows mark to TA in an actual school for a bit - only half a semester but it’s something he’s really looked forward too
  • there’s two TA’s per class and mark gets assigned to a first grade homeroom
  • which is where you actually first meet,,,,,
  • you get there super early, afraid you’ll be even a second late and make a bad impression - the anxiety of working under a teacher you don’t know makes you a little sweaty
  • and as you slide down the wall outside classroom 127, catching your breathe because you bet you ran here
  • you look at your phone and sigh,,,,,,,7:05,,,,,you’ve got another 25 minutes
  • it takes you a while to realize,,,,but there’s someone else in the hall with you. 
  • across from your room,,,,sits a boy - he looks vaguely familiar but he seems just as nervous as you are
  • glancing at his watch and tapping his foot, eyes wide with wonder when you finally meet each others glances
  • embarrassingly, he scrambles up to his feet and so do you 
  • “h-hi,,, im mark. im with 127,,,,”
  • he awkwardly stretches his hand out to shake yours and you notice that he avoids direct eye contact again,,,,,,,,it’s kinda cute
  • you introduce yourself back, telling him you’re with 127 too
  • there’s a short pause and then he blurts out “do you think the kids will like us?”
  • out of all the things to be worried about,,,,it’s somehow fitting of mark’s biggest fear to be of his impression left on the kids
  • something about his question makes you feel ,,,,, like there’s something different about mark
  • something almost pure,,,,,,
  • you smile “i hope they do.”
  • at 7:30, you and mark hear the padding of little feet. the excited voices and sounds that could only mean one thing - class 127 is on its way
  • the teacher, a kind looking older women, brightens up when she sees you two
  • quickly, you and mark politely bow and introduce yourselves. she seems so happy to have you two and you mentally high-five yourself in relief
  • you catch mark’s eye and he pretends to wipe a sweat from his forehead which makes you giggle
  • as the kids pile into the room, taking their seats the teacher has you and mark write your names on the board
  • beside yours, you put a smiling face and notice mark pick his chalk back up to add a flower beside his
  • mark goes first, introducing himself by his full name
  • one of the kids shouts “mr. lee!!!” and mark almost turns bright red,,,,,,,,making it hard for you to keep a straight face
  • the introductions go smoothly and the teacher sits you at one table full of kids and mark at another 
  • the day goes by exceptionally well, all the kids seem fond of you - clinging to your hand and feeling comfortable enough to share favorite toys or books with you
  • during recess, one of them was feeling tired and had plopped themselves in your lap - which you were fine with,,,until they almost fell asleep
  • tbh there was only one kid who was a bit rowdy, sometimes too loud and too physical with other kids 
  • but you could see mark had no trouble handling him
  • actually,,,,you were kind of shocked to see how diligently mark had committed himself to helping this kid - even on the first day
  • and when school was over, mark even took the time to wait by the kid till his parents arrived
  • it had only been the first day and you were already growing attached,,,,,,,,,you knew time would fly with the kids
  • but for some reason, as you walked to the bust stop to catch it back to campus,,,,,,you could only think about one of two things; all the cute kids or,,,,,,,
  • mark
  • the first couple of weeks are a piece of cake really, the teacher was so knowledgeable and sweet plus the kids had accepted you that you couldn’t believe this was a college program
  • like you were getting credits for this,,,,, you had even told mark at some point  “this makes me want to be a teacher even more!” 
  • he’d smiled, agreeing and added that if anything - this class was probably the best class you two would ever have
  • at the end of one day, you and mark had stayed back to clean up and when he’d asked if you were taking the bus back you could feel a small flutter in your heart
  • “yeah i am, i wanted to go get some dinner to take home and then go back to the dorms to study.”
  • mark seemed hesitant for a moment, but then you decided it couldn’t hurt to make a first move - “do you want to eat with me and then we’ll catch the bus together?”
  • mark’s shoulders seemed to relax, he agreed and you guys finished tidying up the room before locking up for the teacher
  • “im on a budget for dinner though, i hope you’re not like super against fast food,,,,”
  • you mumbled, walking the streets with mark by your side, backpack slung over one shoulder
  • “that’s ok, i usually don’t eat dinner anyway. i live off ice-cream and bread my friend taeyong hates it,,,” 
  • mark chuckles and you shake your head “you gotta eat, keeping up with kids is hard”
  • mark smiles, following you into the mcdonalds that you find cramped between two cafes
  • you order a burger meal and mark just gets some fries, you frown and he just shrugs “im serious, i don’t really eat dinner”
  • you settle into an empty booth and start eating, for while it’s silent till mark asks you cautiously if you can tell him something
  • you look at him, the fluorescent bright lighting in this place makes it hard not to focus on how cute he is - you can see his smooth his skin is, and how bright and big his eyes are
  • you swallow and snap out of it, “sure, what is it?”
  • mark mentions the rowdy child from your class,,,,,he plays nervously with the edge of his ear and goes “do you think he’s ok,,,,,,,sometimes i notice that he’s pretty thin. im worried about how much attention he’s getting at home.”
  • you maul it over for a bit, leaning back in your seat. it is true,,,he is one of the smaller boys in the class,,,,and sometimes when kids are loud it is a cry for attention,,,,,
  • “maybe,,,,,but we can’t jump to conclusions. i feel like if something was going on the teacher would have already known,,,,”
  • mark’s eyes that had clouded over a bit with seriousness brighten when you say that
  • “i never thought of that, but you’re probably right,,,,,,”
  • you lean over, stealing a french fry from his tray and mark crinkles his nose “hey!”
  • you laugh and tell him that when he gets back to his dorm he better have some actual dinner
  • you and mark part ways on campus,,,you guys still have regular classes on the days when you’re not at the school so you know you won’t see him till you’re back with the first graders
  • for some weird reason,,,,,even though you just saw him,,,,,you kinda already wanna see him again
  • when you finally do - you learn that the class is going to be having a fun outing day to the park on friday
  • you and mark grin at each other, just as happy as the kids are to be getting out of a classroom
  • that following friday,,,,,,,you come in to see a couple of parents in the room with some kids. one of them is the father of the boy mark was worried about
  • mark appears at your side and you can see he’s watching him too,,,,,
  • in reality if something is up, what can you and him - two college students - really do
  • but at the same time,,,you get the feeling that mark won’t let it go,,,,,,
  • you want to say something, but you feel a small hand tug on yours and ask if you’ll take them to the bathroom
  • you look at mark one more time, but with that you have to do your job
  • the park is fun - the kids are all energetic and you’re pretty sure you and mark have played hide and seek 435342 times
  • when finally the boy mark was worried about joins in, running right into mark’s hands 
  • his father is talking to the teacher,,,,,a look of sadness is apparent in his face 
  • and you look over at mark who frowns
  • at some point throughout the day, when the kids have settled down for lunch 
  • mark is seated beside the father and the kid,,,,,,,they’re talking so far away from the group that you can’t hear a thing
  • but when lunch is over, mark rejoins the group while the father lifts up his son and they walk out of the park
  • the teacher tells you two they had an emergency, but your eyes flick over to mark who looks more distraught than ever
  • after a while, the day comes to an end,,,,,you and mark gather all the kids together but the teacher lets you two off early - the parents and her can handle them from here
  • but you and mark don’t leave the park, instead he calls you over and you sit beside him on one of the swings
  • the autumn afternoon is chilly, but mark seems so lost in his thoughts that you hope whatever the father of that kid said,,,,,isn’t too bad
  • “he’s sick.”
  • mark starts off, the dread in his voice makes you feel just as bad 
  • “is it really serious?” you ask, already knowing the answer
  • mark bites his lip, but nods 
  • you drop your head and whisper that that’s horrible,,,,,
  • sitting beside each other,,,,you and mark silently think the same thing - no one so young should suffer
  • but finally, mark gets up as you hear the creak of the swing
  • he doesn’t say where he wants to go, but just asks “will you come with me?”
  • it’s already getting dark when you and mark get out of the subway, you’re in the busier part of the city - the streets crowded with people in stores, restaurants, cafes, and arcades 
  • mark weaves through the crowd easily, but you lose sight of him a couple of times
  • you don’t want to be separated so at some point you reach out and grab his hand 
  • mark looks back,,,,,and you’re scared he’ll let go but instead he only squeezes it tight and keeps going
  • you end up out back of a bustling arcade, there are old claw machines and mark points to one of the toys inside 
  • “he really likes that cartoon, i want to get him something before the program is over,,,”
  • mark looks over at you and scratches his neck,,,,, “do you think that’s a bad idea-”
  • you dig a couple of coins out of your pocket and dump them in the slot with a smile “no. i think it’s great.”
  • neither you or mark has all that great luck,,,,,tbh you both SUCK at this game 
  • but neither of you wants to give up,,,,,you can’t,,,,,,,
  • and finally,,,,,,,you get it - “mark, mark the claw got it mark!!!”
  • he rushes over, putting his hands over yours on the joystick of the game 
  • muttering under his breath,,,you two carefully move the claw together till it’s right over the opening and with a press of a button
  • the toy drops and you and mark break out into celebration
  • you high-five and then before you know it,,,,you wrap your arms around each other 
  • and it’s so nice,,,,,mark is the type that pulls you in close and it’s so,,,,,warm
  • but also short lived because you both push away in embarrassment,,,,
  • you grab the toy to break the awkwardness and turn to mark “mission complete! 
  • mark gets both your bags off the floor, slinging them over his shoulder as you two walk back toward the train
  • when you’re back on campus, mark asks if you’ll keep the toy safe for him till you guys see each other again
  • you agree and think that this should be the right time to say goodnight,,,but for some reason neither of you do
  • “c-can i,,,,,,,,,,do something?”
  • mark stutters,,,,clearing his throat and you look up at him “sure?”
  • he shifts a bit and adds that he needs you to close your eyes for this
  • clutching the toy to your chest you do so,,,,waiting
  • until you feel it, mark’s lips pressed against the side of your cheek
  • he pulls back and when your eyes flutter open you can see the blush on his cheeks
  • “was that for helping you win the toy?”
  • you ask sheepishly and mark nods,,,,but then stops
  • “it’s also because i ,,,,,,,,like you so,,,,”
  • you can’t help the smile that grows on your face when he says that,,,but you hide it behind the toy 
  • “i like you too mark lee,,,,,,,,”
  • like a puppy, his eyes widen and he stares at you for a second before a goofy grin spreads on his face too
  • “o-ok awesome,,,well uh,,,,but um,,, good night for now,,,”
  • you nod “good night mark lee,,,,,,,,”
  • you want to turn around but then you hear mark’s voice
  • “i,,,,want to ask you out on a date,,,but i need to think of a good one-”
  • “this was a good one. i liked this one.”
  • you say, referring to the time spent today. mark grin’s even larger
  • “ok,,,,,well then ill plan another one soon.”
  • you agree and turn to walk toward the dorm,,,,,when you’re at the door you turn to see mark is still there. he waves and you feel your heart flutter again
  • the last week of your program comes fast,,,it’s emotional because you’ve grown to love all the kids and you know mark has too
  • even the teacher gets worked up,,,saying you two are one of her best TA duos,,,,,,, “it’s even cuter that you two like each other!” she adds and you and mark almost melt into puddles of blushes
  • it’s also finally the day mark gives his favorite kid the toy,,,,,,
  • when he does - the look on the boy’s face is something you can only see on christmas
  • he practically tackles mark with a huge hug ,,,, the fact that he’s much smaller saves mark
  • but the scene makes your heart wrench,,,especially when mark promises to come back and visit him and the boy mumbles that he never knows how long he has
  • you and mark both pass the program with flying colors, you both get pictures with the whole class and with all the kids who run about to hug you two and say goodbye
  • and it’s heartfelt,,,but it just reminds you and mark why you chose your majors
  • walking to the bus for the final time, mark takes your hand
  • which kind of surprises you because,,,,he’s never been big on public pda
  • “have i ever told you i wanted to write a children’s book?”
  • mark asks and you gasp because it’s news to you
  • “about what?”
  • “i had a lot of different ideas,,,,but i think ive picked one i really like. i want to write a book about a fearless kid, who can overcome anything.”
  • you stop in front of the bus schedule and you rub mark’s thumb with your own
  • “do you know the main characters name?”
  • mark shows a hint of a smile,,,,, “i do.”
  • the name,,,,,,,,is the same name as the boy from class 127
  • when you get back to campus, mark shows you some of his other ideas and small sketches that he’s done
  • “im no artist,,,but im sure i can find someone to help. jaehyun’s pretty good though he won’t admit it.”
  • you smile,,,,looking through mark’s messy notes and stick figure panels
  • “i think it’ll be great, mr. lee”
  • mark scrunches up his face, playfully poking your arm at the nickname you haven’t forgotten from your first day in the TA program
  • when it comes out that mark is dating you,,,,there are mixed reactions
  • taeyong has 100 questions for you, yuta is devastated that mark is in a cute relationship first, jaehyun is super happy, ten is a little too happy, johnny goes ‘your growing up, son’ with another fake tear, taeil and sicheng congratulate you and haechan sends mark like 30 texts demanding to konw every last detail of how it happened
  • at some point you ask mark how he deals with this,,,chaos
  • but he just whispers “grin and bear it”
  • you guys stay in contact with the 127 teacher, getting updates about this kids along with cute photos and stuff
  • you and mark both ask about updates on the boy,,,,who thankfully isn’t doing any worse. apparently everyday he brings the toy you guys got him with him to class
  • mark turns out to be super low maintenance,,,to a point where people jokingly go “are you dating or just existing next to each other?”
  • which isn’t ,,,, like a bad thing
  • you and mark just don’t like to flaunt it with pda, couple items, instagrams full of each others faces
  • honestly you two keep it comfortable and simple,,,,
  • your dates are classics like the movie theater, picnics, walks through the city, even just sitting in the library together typing away on your computers or listening to headphones is enough
  • because what attracts you to mark is his work ethic,,,,and who he is as a person and what he’s passionate about
  • so you don’t need much,,,you’re just happy being able to support him and see him grow as this amazing person
  • and mark feels the same way about you
  • even though he gets cherry red whenever you give compliments or cheers of support,,,,,in his own way he gives you those too
  • and so what if doyoung is like “mark, take them somewhere exciting. i heard they’re opening a haunted house downtown in time for halloween~~~!!!” 
  • you and mark would rather chill in his dorm, eating ice-cream out the carton playing video games than getting high blood pressure at a haunted house
  • (except you totally both go and mark lee gets so scared that when he comes out of there you’re like ‘mark, look some white hairs’ and he’s like honestly i love you but this isn’t funny we almost dIED)
  • haechan actually really takes a liking to you, because you both - in very loving ways - known how to tease mark lee
  • although pda isn’t mark’s thing he does like it when you rest your head on his shoulder
  • you could just be tired in study hall, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama bottoms - curled up at his side or you could be falling asleep on the bus ride home,,,,,,having you close like that makes mark happy 
  • because he knows you’re safe - and that’s the only thing that matters 
  • actually,,,,even though couple items make mark cringe a bit, he’d still probably buy you matching hats because when does mark like not wear hats
  • he’d be like “im going to convince you that hats are the best” and you’ll be like “but hats don’t look good on m-”
  • mark: “hats make anyone cute, and you’re already cute, they make you double cute ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, don’t tell anyone i just said that”
  • if mark is eating bread again and taeyong comes around, you always hide it for him and you and mark just smile like angels up at him
  • and taeyong knOWS something fishy is up but you two are sooooo darn adorable
  • but also you text mark to eat dinner until he sends you photo-proof he did
  • “if you write a book and they turn it into like a cute cartoon movie - i want to voice a character”
  • “i,,,,haven’t even written the book yet,,,,”
  • “mark lee - i know you’re capable of it and you will do it. just promise me i can voice someone.”
  • when no ones around mark will kiss you, but it’s always fast and just a little peck
  • and you have to pull him back in by the collar or something because c’mon no one is watching,,,,,
  • the amount of times you’ve done something cute like peck his nose and mark has hid himself behind a book is uncountable 
  • face masks with mark while you’re quizzing each other for tests
  • jaehyun told you mark sleep talks and once said he’d like to marry you 
  • and you were like oh and mark was like “jeffery, i will ship you to canada where the moose will get you”
  • ^the most threatening thing mark lee has ever said. probably
  • you both like cold weather,,,,and tbh am i saying hot-chocolate dates in cozy sweaters ,,,,,,,, hell yES
  • i think mark tries to hide it,, but he’s just as excited about holiday’s as little kids are hehe
  • you have this habit that if you’re talking about something and mark scrunches his nose, you scrunch yours 
  • and he’s like hey!!! that’s my signature face and you’re like you gotta kiss me to get it back!!
  • (he does kiss you ,,,, after pulling up his hood to hide you two like pleASE mark lee,,,)
  • sometimes, you and him volunteer together instead of going on dates and johnny is like that’s wild,,,,yall are like mr and mrs obama and mark is like that makes no sense and johnny is just like i love my giving children
  • you and mark looking at each other like what is happening
  • skyping mark’s family and everyone keeps wanting to talk to you and mark is like hi hello im here it’s me your son - ok fine i get it my s/o is cuter than me,,,
  • cuddling!!!! is super rare but also super amazing!!!! and mark is embarrassed for the first 5 minutes but then it’s just holding you close, lazily looking at you scroll through your phone and then mumbling “i love you,,,” into your hair
  • mark secretly tries to get better at claw machines to impress you on dates to the arcade 
  • totally tries to be subtle,,,,but you can see from the corner of your eye that he’s staring when you’re just reading or fixing a strand of your hair
  • tbh mark lee has major heart eyes for you,,,,,,,,,as described by ten
  • mark actually teaches you to do more chores and you’re like babe,,,,whY and he’s like a messy dorm is horrible we’re basically living in small closets
  • he’s the kind of boyfriend that just makes you a better person,,,,it’s really refreshing 
  • you guys have inside jokes and sometimes it’s hard to hide so you have to bury your face in mark’s arm or something to not laugh out loud and sometimes he has to bury his face in your hair
  • “haechan wants us to take more photos together”
  • “ok, let’s take one!”
  • “ok come over he- why are you wearing my maple leaf sweater”
  • “to show support for my boyfriend :-)”
  • mark keeps finding little notes in his bags and books from you, reminding him that you love him and he keeps them all in a small tin jar
  • sometimes he doesn’t know how you’re so cute - it seems impossible
  • holding hands under the table when you and all of nct is out for lunch???? yes
  • (does doyoung catch you, but just wink and pretend he didn’t much to mark’s utter embarrassment- also yes)

tentaeil | johnny | doyoung | jaehyun | taeyong | yuta | bangtan | vixx | monsta x | got7 + kard + amber | seventeen |

Read ‘Em and Weep | Yoongi

| Fluff | Slight Angst |  

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You had never meant to daydream over the boy who sat at the back corner of the dusty bookstore you worked at, but he made it impossible not to. Not with his soft looks, and confused blinking like he was constantly snapping himself back to reality, or the way he walked around like a lost kitten and made every part of you want to curl into him and cuddle.


He was here again.

You bit your lip in quiet anticipation, feeling the butterflies in your tummy bubble over until you felt like you might actually explode. He came in every Thursday night between 6:30 and 8:00 and usually strayed towards the non-fiction and classic works sections in the store. You noticed from his check outs he liked poetry, but he rarely ever visited any new authors, he stuck to classics, but they all had the same depressing theme to them. If you had to see one more Poe, Plath or Bukowski check out you would consider referring him to your therapist, who, as nice as she was, you couldn’t exactly vouch for her turn over rate if you were basing it off yourself.

But then again, you figured there would be some underlying depression or aspects to it, that came with being deaf. Not that you knew much about it. You had an auntie, twice removed who was deaf, but you couldn’t exactly say you knew much of anything about her, or that she gave you even the slightest inclination about the mysterious boy who frequented your bookstore.

There was something different about this boy though. He had been coming into Whitman’s (the small bookstore you worked at) for going on six months now, which was a surprise in itself considering who actually read physical books now a days, other than yourself and a few stubborn stragglers muttering to themselves about the takeover of technology and ‘these darn kids not knowing how to appreciate real art.’ But he had stayed true, not saying much, usually picking up a few books here and there and keeping to himself, you figured he was like you and just appreciated the smell and feel of holding books rather than trying to read them on a tablet and you could dig that about him.

It also didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes. He had soft features, and really sleepy eyes that kind of kept you enraptured, a weird part of you thought that it matched his choice in literature. He didn’t really stray from any other colors than black, as far as wardrobe was concerned and seemed to nurse a favor for a black hoodie that looked soft and smelled like fabric softener, the kind that made you want to fall asleep in. Looking at him reminded you of rainy days with cold rooms and warm blankets, and part of you found yourself envisioning it with him.

That was your first mistake.

You had never meant to daydream over the boy who sat at the back corner of the dusty bookstore you worked at, but he made it impossible not to. Not with his soft looks, and confused blinking like he was constantly snapping himself back to reality, or the way he walked around like a lost kitten and made every part of you want to curl into him and cuddle.

For lack of anything better to call him you had dubbed him Hoodie.

You weren’t really sure how you could have a crush on someone when you didn’t even know what their voice sounded like, or well, even their first name. But alas, here you were, alive and in the blooming stages of a crush. Your heart never failed to palpitate whenever Hoodie was ready for check out, your hands a quivering, clammy mess, receiving his payment, hoping he didn’t accidentally swipe against you for fear of finding the evidence of his affect on you.

It wasn’t until three months of him frequenting the store that you had worked up the courage to actually start a conversation with him, and it had failed miserably. He hadn’t made eye contact with you once, something he never did, so that wasn’t an actual surprise, but you were only thankful no one was around when you had began asking him friendly questions about his taste, only for your questions to fall flat on the floor.

You never spoke to him again after that.

It wasn’t until somewhere around month four that you had realized he was deaf, and made yourself feel like the worlds biggest jackass for cursing the adorable boy in the black hoodie who came in to rent poetry from your store. The bookstore was fairly small, with an equally small following of elderly people and some middle aged hippies who all knew each other fondly so it wasn’t long before other patrons had began to pick up on a fellow book geek joining their ranks.

They too had tried to start small conversations with him, only for him to flat out ignore them, something that had at first annoyed them to no bounds but later sparked curiosity in your small community.

“He’s just such an ass. He always comes in, doesn’t even bother to stop in and say hi to the book club. Like we’re not asking you to join dude, just a little wave and maybe eat one of Ms. Park’s cookies so she doesn’t look so crestfallen every time you walk through the door in that stupid black hoodie like some pubescent teen.”

You were only half listening to Umji’s rants, more focused on the book in front of you as you fidgeted with your fingers. You couldn’t focus. Not like this anyway, with Umji speaking directly into one ear and the book club asking for constant refreshments like you were running a restaurant, in the other.

You let out a sigh, glancing down at your watch for the umpteenth time before settling your gaze back on Umji who was still rattling off a list of complaints about the mysterious boy who refused to speak to anyone.

He was late today. It was already 8:30, and the bookstore would be closing in another thirty minutes, extending its hours for the midweek book club, something you didn’t mind if it meant seeing Hoodie for even a few extra minutes. Only, you were thinking he wasn’t going to show up today, at least not in this weather. It was raining cats and dogs outside, and while you usually loved cold and the pitter patter of rain on your window, you knew Hoodie took the bus and was most likely going to be absent tonight if it meant avoiding the viscous downpour outside.

You had already resigned yourself to the thought that for the first time in the six months he had started frequenting the store, Hoodie wouldn’t be making his usual Thursday appearance, something that left a rather shocking disappointment resonating in your chest. So when you were already bidding all the usuals a goodbye, ten minutes til closing, preparing to lock up after the final person had left the near silent bookstore, color you shocked when an all black figure slid on the pavement in front of the store, clothes dripping wet and hood pushed further down then usual. One pale and shivering hand clutched over yours on the door, stopping you from closing it.

“Jesus.” You muttered, letting your figure slump with a racking relief when you realized it was him. Just Hoodie.

He raised his eyes to yours, in silent question and you realized it was the first time you had ever made real eye contact with him. His eyes were just as sleepy as you remember, dark chocolate pools, that looked somehow more full of life than you had anticipated. His skin looked even paler in the moonlight, with tiny droplets of water clinging to the flesh, his lips quivering from the cold and nearing a dark purple color. You were snapped out of your daze by the shudder that racked his body, remembering that he must be freezing half to death while you openly ogled him.

“Come in, come in. I’m sorry. You must be so cold.” You muttered, more to yourself than him.

You hadn’t really been expecting an answer, but he bowed to you nonetheless and had scattered away from your inquisitive gaze, leaving you pinned to your spot. With a sigh, you returned to your post at your register to wait for him to finish looking his fill, hoping he didn’t feel to pressured by being the last patron.

Hoodie, despite his overall introverted tendencies was a really polite person, something you had noted somewhere down the six months of openly watching him. Though he never spoke, something you had concluded was due to his lack of hearing, he never failed to open doors for people, help kids reach books on shelves that were too tall for them, and you had even spotted him carrying boxes for one of the older shop owners down the street. So yes, Hoodie was a mute, deaf, introvert, with depressed taste in literature but none of that had managed to dull your infatuation with him over the course of six months. If anything, being able to do nothing but watch him over time had somehow made things worst.

You subconsciously rubbed the ache in your chest just thinking about it.

It was just like how when you have one of your senses cut off, all of the other ones heighten to make up for the loss. Yeah… that’s what it was like when you watched him.

You liked the way he would sometimes get annoyed with one of the buttons on his shirt, you had watched him struggle for a few minutes, his face scrunched in concentration, before letting out an annoyed huff and glaring at the stupid button. You had to put a hand up to your mouth to muffle your giggle that day.

You even liked the way he sometimes nodded off sitting up straight, a slight trail of saliva dripping down his chin before his head would tip forward breaking him from his light slumber.

You sighed to yourself. You liked a lot of things about Hoodie.

You glanced at the stack of books you had placed on your small workspace earlier this afternoon, worrying your lip between your teeth as you continued with the inner debate you had been having with yourself since this morning.

Your thoughts were broken by the light thud of books being placed on the counter. You felt your heart speed up when the familiar figure stood before your check out, twiddling his thumbs. A sigh left you, for the umpteenth time that night, knowing he must have rushed through browsing, as he usually takes going on thirty minutes or longer.

You cashed him out just like you regularly would, and he didn’t speak to you just like he regularly would, it was all the makings of a boring exchange between you and the mysteriously exasperating Hoodie, a man you had come to desire in a short six months. Whether it was a desire to know him better or a desire for just him period you didn’t know yet, but you wanted to find out and it was a plunge you were willing to take.

So after six months and thirty days, you the quiet clerk at the boring and uneventful bookstore who led an equally boring and uneventful life, had snaked one small, shaking palm up the counter to place it a top the hand of the man you had been pining after for half a year.

Hoodie froze at the contact, staring at your hand, his grip on the plastic bag tightening before he finally forced his eyes up to meet your gaze.

You forced the lump in your throat down before licking your lips and pushing through what had to be easily one of the most nerve wracking moments of your entire twenty years of existing.

I… got.. these books for you. They’re poetry. I think you’d like them.

Your hand shook with every letter you signed and you cursed yourself and the countless nights you had spent poring over the stupid sign language book you had pulled out from the back. There was a pregnant pause from the moment you finished to the moment he cocked his head at you, eyes following your movements curiously. It wasn’t until a second later you realized you weren’t holding the books. You scrambled back behind the counter to pull them out and hand the stack to him.

Your hands were steadier this time when you signed, “Have you heard of Warsan Shir-

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand sign language.”

There was a brief moment of silence, where you could hear the slight crack of your chest cavity breaking open so you could maybe shrivel up and shrink into yourself, you didn’t know. What you did know was that Hoodie had pulled back his hood to reveal a soft silvery mane and tugged two black earphones out from his ear. His voice a soft gravel as if he hadn’t used it as often as he’d like.

He watched you, partly bemused as your face turned a color he had never seen before, your eyes growing to the size of saucers, it was almost endearing to him.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, dropping the books without another thought.

There wasn’t much to do except stare at him at this point. He wasn’t deaf? Could he just not hear you over his music? Who tucks the chord into their clothes anymore?! It’s not like you were in high school!

God, you were so embarrassed. You were so busy, mentally berating yourself at how much of a jackass you looked like in front of the guy you had been virtually pining over for the past half year you almost completely forgot he was there until..

“Y/n?”

You squeaked.

“You know my name?” You choked.

“I’ve been coming here since June.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly, “Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

You flushed an even brighter shade of red than before, “I’m so sorry! I thought you were deaf because you never respond to
me when I talk to you and the other book club members thought you were a jerk but that couldn’t be because I watch you and you seemed like a really sweet guy and I see you help kids get like the chicka chicka boom boom books off the top shelf and I even lowered the book shelf after that by the way but I told them no you couldn’t be because you seemed really nice and you have really kind eyes. So the next plausible jump was deaf so I thought maybe like I don’t know I learned sign language because I wanted to give you these books because you always read really sad authors like Poe and Plath and I don’t even know you’re name and I’m sorry but we’re closing so take your books and go!

You watched Hoodie’s eyes widen and blink with every knew addition to your story and every time was like another stab to the chest, you could only take so much embarrassment in one night. The confession came tumbling out without your knowledge and before you knew it you were spinning him on his heel and trying to physically push him out of the shop so you could maybe go home and make yourself tea and cry with your cat.

“Y/n?”

You bit your lip, still unable to meet his eyes as you fiddled with your fingers, the residual embarrassment of tonight burning hot on your cheeks, tears threatening to spill over any minute now.

“Um.. my names Yoongi.”

Yoongi.

You repeated it over and over again in your head until you felt it branded there. It was a pretty name, soft and sweet. You wanted to say it out loud, you wanted to scream it from every rooftop and tell every person in passing that you knew the name of the man you loved. A luxury that has escaped you for going on half a year.

For the first time in sixth months, the roles were reversed and you were the one avoiding his gaze, the creaky floorboards of the store suddenly more fascinating than the boy in front of you. His head dipped down so he could meet your eyes and you gulped.

“I-I wish you would look at me.” He murmured. “But it’s okay if you can’t. You don’t have to. I know what that’s like. I… I think.. I think you’re really nice.”

A gasp left your lips but before you could do much of anything he bulldozed on, eyes blinking rapidly as if he was forcing the words out tooth and nail.

“I have really bad.. social anxiety.” He deflated, “it’s lame, I know. So I understand if it’s hard right now to look at me. But… I know you’re crying and I-I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings by not talking to you. Sometimes it’s easier to listen to music and I like this book store because it’s really calming. I work a few streets over and sometimes it can get.. overwhelming on the bus rides home because of the crowds.. and the people.. s-so being here feels really nice and helps before I have to go home.”

Yoongi was the one looking down now, and he looked so small suddenly, so vulnerable, in his dripping wet clothes and his eyes that were so big and sad and out of focus. He fidgeted under your stare and you opened and closed your mouth trying to find the right words for his admission.

“I like you. A-and I like that you watch me. Thank you for noticing me,” he said quietly, “and thank you for these books. I-I’ve never heard of Warsan S-Shire but..”

At this point it looked like it was physically painful for him to maintain the conversation, with his occasional wincing at the sound of his own voice, he seemed.. out of practice and cute. You smiled gently, “It’s okay!”

He jumped at your voice, suddenly booming in the quiet bookstore.

“I like you too.” You added softly, “but it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable talking to me. I’m sorry I forced you to and I’m sorry I kept pushing. If it makes you uncomfortable when the other members come in I have a back room that I’m supposed to use as an office but I don’t really, I-I mean you don’t have to. No pressure, I don’t want you to like think I’m trying to force you into anything. I just want you to keep coming back. Ignore me if you have to. But don’t stop coming, okay?”

Yoongi stared at you, and for a long minute you spent time trying to decipher what the look on his face meant, but no matter how hard you tried to get a read on him every attempt failed.

Later that night you would go home and lay in bed thinking about Yoongi, the things he said, and that look he gave you before nodding and leaving your store.

What did it all mean? Would you see him again? Would he avoid you after that?

Thoughts plagued your already fatigued mind into a restless sleep, filled with nothing but Yoongi’s parting stare.

On his walk home he thought of you, the clerk at the bookstore who he noticed sending him timid stare more than a few times over. He hadn’t paid it much attention, writing it off as plain curiosity. People were always curious of Yoongi at first, that is, until they found out about his… condition.

It was part of the reason he didn’t allow himself to get close to people anymore. Having far too much experience with people getting fed up with his timid behavior. It usually took only a few months. His skittish and shy nature was always endearing at first until people realized he couldn’t do much of anything. He hated large crowds and social gatherings, he didn’t like loud or rambunctious people, it seemed like the quieter he got the more it attracted people to him and he… loathed it.

Hated that he could barely make direct eye contact with waiters, or speak above a whisper, or the fact that he had to listen to music and stop by a bookstore to calm himself down before enduring the hour commute on crowded public transport.

It left him feeling lacking, as both a man and a person.

But he has adjusted accordingly, acclimated to the self loathing and depression, turned to reading and writing poetry as an outlet for all the things he repressed over the years.

That was … until … you.

You had shaken his world up.

It’s not like in his twenty four years of living he’s never had a girl talk to him before, he wasn’t inept, he knew if anything, he was at least conventionally attractive.

But they’ve never been so.. direct before.

He had already been having a shitty night. He worked in an office, one of those white walled, cubicle filled spaces infested with pencil pushing nerds like himself. He didn’t hate it. He was an okay worker, kept his head down, never made a fuss, never called in sick or caused problems and always got his work done on time. He preferred not to make waves because making waves meant confrontation and confrontation meant talking to people.

However, the downside of not talking also meant he barely ever refused when people asked him to take on their extra work for him, so he usually stayed overtime. By some fucking luck of fate, one of the accountants in another department had heard from the guy in HR, that there was a quiet pushover in statistics that would do your work for you without so much as a peep. Except instead of directly asking, the fucking numb nut had left a stack of papers and a note on top of the mountain of other work on his desk, failing to emphasize the due date was, you guessed it, today.

The puck, having been passed over to Yoongi, naturally meant he ate shit for it. Which he, honestly didn’t care about. He just hated the fact that he had to stare at his boss’ blotchy red face as he awaited an explanation, a vein that Yoongi was 500% sure was not supposed to be there, pulsating from his forehead.

So getting chewed out, having to talk to more than his usual company of zero had been, ultimately draining and ontop of it, it was pouring. Yoongi rubbed a hand over his aching chest, already feeling the weight build as the familiar tendrils of anxiety gripped him.

“Well that’s a late response,” he muttered to no one but himself.

And that was how he ended up with you in the lone bookstore, already five minutes past closing, drenched to the bone with you making your tearful but sweet confession.

Yoongi was so consumed in his own thoughts on the bus ride home he nearly missed his stop, a first for him, to not be hyperaware of the troves of people caving in on him and his precious personal space.

Everything about you tonight had been weird for him, different. Yoongi didn’t do different. Different meant veering from his strict and concise routine, and no routine .. that usually meant running into unexpected issues or surprises, which Yoongi also didn’t do.

But in your case, he decided he would make an exception.

He smiled fondly at the way your eyes had lowered to the floor, heat flooding your cheeks until he was sure you might pass out from all the blood rushing to your head. Is this what drew people in to his skittish behavior? He had never seen the appeal, the attraction to being awkward, but on you.. it was cute.

And God, you thought he was deaf.

He laughed at that, something he also hadn’t done in a while. He coughed to cover up the rusty noise, glancing over his shoulder to see if any onlookers had noticed his weird, almost manic behavior.

You thought he was deaf and you learned sign language for him. That was the cutest thing anyone had done. He hadn’t considered himself someone worth learning sign language for, especially someone as pretty as you learning it for him.

He bit his lip at the thought.

Min Yoongi always thought he would be able to see it coming. From all the movies and books he had read he thought that everyone should be able to sense their own climax, their coming of age. It wasn’t something that was muted, it had to have built up over time. Someone like him, especially who lived such a quiet life, should be able to sense such an event. But this wasn’t a film or a book and there was no foreshadowing, no hinting that you, the clerk at his favorite bookstore would present his quest to him, his climax, his own coming of age. Min Yoongi was the author and protagonist and every decision he made effected his ending.


The weeks that followed left on you edge, for the first time since meeting him six months ago, Yoongi had skipped not only one but two Thursday’s at the book store.

You had chased him off.

You had to have. There was no other reason he could have been avoiding you. After learning about his condition, and being unable to sleep the last night he had come into the bookstore you had spent time looking up social anxiety. You had known it in passing, a vocab word in one of your psych classes a few years ago maybe but never really took the time to read up on symptoms.

You wanted to die, that was the only way redeem yourself from this godawful situation you had put both him and yourself him.

There were the usual textbook definitions of “fear of social situations, fear of being evaluated negatively by other people, fear of interaction with other people.”

But you hadn’t understood just how in depth it went, it was truly… crippling and part of you softened even more towards him.

“God, can the heavens just open up and take me?” You glanced up at the ceiling once, groaning out your frustration at how truly embarrassing a human being you were.

How could so much embarrassing be crammed into someone as little as you? It wasn’t fair! Didn’t God believe in even distribution, wasn’t there-

Someone cleared their throat.

It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon on a weekday, a relatively dead hour at the bookstore, so you had been openly yelling and complaining to yourself not even stopping to think that maybe someone could be-

“Yoongi!” You squeaked.

He was fashioned in his usual black hoodie today, only the hood was down  and his earphones weren’t in. His eyes were still lowered to the ground, so you shifted your gaze to try and ease some of the pressure on his end, all while drowning in your own personal hot tub of shame, something you became painfully familiar with since encountering Yoongi personally.

You cleared your throat, “I-… are you ready?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he glanced back up at you. You could easily read that he had been expecting a confrontation, a talk about the things that had occurred two Thursday’s ago. Your weak confession, that was weirdly spoken more through actions than words, or maybe even his disappearance, and as much as the words were itching on your tongue, you forced them down. You had done enough of making him uncomfortable, and despite what he thought, you greatly appreciated his company, silent or otherwise. His presence was like a warm blanket and without it everything felt cold and bitter and sad, something you hadn’t realized until he had stopped showing up.

Yoongi paid his bill as usual, and thanks to you he felt little to no discomfort as you didn’t press and barely even looked at him. It gave him a better opportunity to study you, a nearly impossible feat under normal circumstances, when he kept his eyes glued to floorboards and blank walls. His gaze skimmed over your small frame, hunched over to better see the credit card machine, grumbling something about calling the guy to get it fixed once and for all. A soft smile tugged at his lips. You were so cute to him, in your little overalls that were just baggy enough to compliment your petite frame. Your hair was piled ontop of your head in a messy bun, something he knew was done absentmindedly rather than intentionally, a pencil shoved behind your ear like you were a second grade school teacher. Your cheeks, slightly wind burned, were puffed out in concentration, adding a cherubic innocence to your features while your converse scuffed at the floor unconsciously.

“You know what,” you huffed finally, scratching your head, “it’s on me today. I can’t figure out what’s wrong with this stupid machine and I… Yoongi?”

He was startled out of his daze, realizing he had been caught staring. Before you could say anything else he gulped and placed the plastic bag he forgot he was gripping on the counter with a soft thud.

You opened your mouth to ask what it was but before you could get so much as a peep out, he was bowing slightly and pushing his way out of the store, without even a second glance. You sighed and resigned yourself to the fact that you probably would never talk to him again, but at least he wouldn’t stop coming in. That was enough for you, you thought warmly, a small smile tugging at your cheeks.

You fingered the black plastic bag curiously, wondering if he may be returning the poetry you had given him a few weeks ago, not that you would put it past him. He was too polite for his own good, only… those were a gift, your way of adding light into what you knew had to be a lonely existence. You didn’t want to force him to talk to you or even like you, you didn’t even want to force your help on him if he didn’t want it but… you wanted him to smile and laugh and maybe look at you as warmly as he did that gloriously horrendous Thursday night.

You sighed for the millionth time that day, moving to place the bag on your small workspace so you wouldn’t forget it before you left, only you stumbled over one of the loose wires in the credit card machine you forgot to replace, dropping the bag and its contents on the floor.

A white envelope slipped out, a long with three books that you most definitely hadn’t lent to Yoongi all those weeks ago. Curiously you bent to pick it up.

A shaky breath left your lips as you smoothed over the creamy paper, half scared to open it, scared to read it, like a novel that was too well written that you never wanted to end. You mulled over leaving it for later and prolonging the gratification, but like all things in life, good literature included, a letter from Yoongi was not something you could force yourself to delay.

You tore through the envelope almost ravenously, partially aware that you were acting like a psychopath, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, at least not now.

Y/N,

Thank you for the poetry you lent me. It’s been two weeks since I managed to work up the nerve to come back, and even then I don’t know if this letter will find its way to your hands. I’m a weak person, that’s something I’ve known for a long time. This is all I could manage in terms of contact, as I am still… off put at the thought of talking to people. Not that talking to you is horrible! You’re a really great person!

You chuckled at that, almost able to hear his nervous stammer through pen.

I think it’s really cool that you learned sign language for me and I never thought I was someone worth learning sign language for. I read the books you gave me and they made me feel things. Things I haven’t felt in a while. The thing with depression and anxiety and not being able to talk is after years you just kind of accept it. I’ve accepted and acclimated to the numbness and maybe this is too deep and too profound a conversation to be having with someone I’ve talked to for the first time two weeks ago but I need to express this in the only way I know how. Through books. So I hope you read these books and think of me.

~Min Yoongi

P.S.

“You want me to be your tragic back drop so you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say, ‘wow, he is so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’
You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can
be the star?
I’ll swallow you whole.”

W.S.

(I’ve learned that being angry when you are sad is bravery in itself. I wish.. I could emulate this bravery)

As your hands shook over the indents of his pressed writing, you hadn’t realized at the time that this was yours, as was his turning point.

A new form of communication marked through books and letters, stolen glances, and muted sighs in passing was the best he could give you for the next four weeks.

You realized much later down the line that he had a dry wit to him, something you had uncannily suspected, even without speaking much he seemed the type to possess it. He also liked more than morbid poetry, thank God. You had clued him in to your therapist, nearly a week after exchanging book and song recommendations, he declined politely, insisting that he had his own. You snorted at that.

Yoongi was so much more charming than you had anticipated and you had found yourself falling deeper and deeper into infatuation with every piece of himself he revealed to you through letters. You began pressing flowers and including them in yours, you told him it was because you couldn’t look at a single book without slipping into thoughts of him, you wanted him to look at mundane things and think of you too.

He told you he didn’t even look at his house keys without thoughts of you intruding.

Your courtship was anything but normal, you knew. It made you wonder if you would ever do more than glance up from you work table every now and then to catch him smiling shyly at you, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if it took weeks, months, or even years for him to talk to you just so long as he stayed with you.

Which is exactly what you told him when he gave you his number during the fifth week of exchanging letters.

Yoongs [3:45AM]: Did you read it yet?

You smiled fondly at your phone screen, swiping right to reply to the foolish boy who apparently didn’t need to sleep more than four hours, since you knew he had to be up for work soon.

You [3:46AM]: Go to sleep, Min Yoongi.

Yoongs [3:47AM]: *gasp* and miss our weekly book club? I shan’t!

You rolled your eyes at that. Yoongi insisted you had weekly “book club” meetings via text to makeup for all the times he had avoided the regulars at Whitman’s, only he never had a set time or date and he usually texted you at the ass crack of dawn when he couldn’t sleep. Not like you minded though. You could be getting stabbed and would still reply “lol nothing” to Yoongi’s “wyd” text.

You [3:50AM]: Of all the amazing and stumping literature you’ve recommended to me, I admit there were times where I questioned ur mental stability, I’m not dropping names (metamorphosis by Herman Hesse) ……. and alas Min Yoongi I soldiered through the weird cockroach book and more of the like but yet here I am at four o'clock in the morning, once a again questioning the state of your mental capacity as I sit reading YOLO Juliet (OMG Shakespeare) why Yoongi??? Why?????

Yoongs [3:53AM]: if I had to see it so did u, brat

Yoongi bit back a grin as he lay in bed, feeling a lot happier and more content than he had in years. He pressed the home button on his phone and watched it light up under his touch, your face taking up the screen and blooming into a grin.

He wouldn’t call what you two were doing dating, exactly. It wasn’t much for most people, but for Yoongi it was… a lot more than he was used to. You were… overwhelming to him, a tidal wave of new emotions, a sensory overload, a storyboard of new perceptions and outlooks on things he hadn’t ever cared about before and for once, Min Yoongi wasn’t shying away from any of those things.

He was far from extroverted, he hadn’t changed over night or grown bolder in touch or talk, but the thing was that you hadn’t wanted him to, hadn’t ever asked him for more than he was willing to give. You were overjoyed when he shared new pieces of himself with you, he felt a part of him reborn with every smile that lit your face like you had uncovered hidden treasure when he gave you another letter. You treated his letters like they were more precious than any book written by even your favorite author, had pored over his every word like they were holy and apart of him was scared. Scared of being admired on that level, scared of letting you down, but there was an even greater part of him than had grown attached to you.

You had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it. You could ask him to go streaking in the busiest part of town tomorrow and he would do it without a second thought if it meant that you would keep talking to him, keep… whatever this was, that you had with him going.

He hadn’t know when or even how he had managed to fall in love with you, but somewhere in between stolen glances and lingering touches of your hand on his when exchanging books, his heart had grown fond of yours and refused to cooperate with any sensible thought his brain tried to force on it.

His morbid thoughts were interrupted by the familiar buzz of his phone and he jumped to a sitting position, gulping thickly as he stared at your contact name. Only this time it wasn’t a text.

In the months of exchanging letters, literature, music, texts, you still hadn’t talked to Yoongi since that Thursday you had surprised him with your confession, never mind actually phoning him to chat. But tonight felt right. Your heart felt full, and your tongue felt thick, your throat was clogged with words that had been wanting to pour out of you since that night all those months ago, all he had to do was-

“Hello?”

There was silence on his end, but you had anticipated it, you hoped he could hear your smile as you spoke.

“You don’t have to talk. I’m just calling to say goodnight. I hope you go to sleep soon since you have a meeting tomorrow with your awful boss tomorrow,” You paused to worry your lip, on the other end Yoongi’s heart stuttered at your remembrance of a little detail he had muttered in passing, “… And also, to say.. that.. I l-love you, Yoongi.”

You didn’t miss the barely muted choked noises coming from the other line, you only hoped he was okay as you pushed on.

“Not as a friend,” you began, fighting off tears that you didn’t fully understand, “I’m in love with you and I think you know that. I think you knew since I first signed you all those Thursday’s ago and you don’t have to say it back that’s not why I told you. I just wanted you to know. I love that you send me stupid puns when I’m at work and you don’t care that I changed my major three times, I love that you sometimes move the books I need closer to your table when you think I’m not paying attention so I can walk by you when you’re reading, and I just really love your heart because… because anyone that can deal with what you deal with and still be as kind and gentle and good and pure as you deserves all the happiness in the world and..” you stuttered as another choked sob bubbled its way from your throat, “I’m sorry that you don’t have it. I don’t understand what you’re going through or what you go through but it hurts me when you hurt and I … I hate seeing you in pain but I imagine it’s tenfold for you. I don’t want you to change Yoongi.”

Your voice didn’t waver at that, it rang strong with the declaration of loving him for all he was.

Yoongi didn’t bother to bite back tears any longer, he let them roll freely with every confession you uttered.

I don’t need you to change. I love you for you and I don’t need you to go to every gathering and every function because I’m fine with being with just you and if love is sacrifice and compromise than I’ll make them all for you. We could buy a cottage in Alaska and I could cut off my family so you never have to talk to anyone again. And kids? … I mean, I actually want kids but you don’t have to talk to them either if you don’t want…” He chuckled at that and you smiled a watery smile on your end, “Just maybe slip a birthday card under their door every other year. But… I want to try and I know you’re scared and if you don’t want to then I won’t force you, I want your happiness, whatever that means to you and… yeah. Just yeah. That’s all. So sleep well, okay? I love you, Min Yoongi. And… I’ve decided to keep you.”

You were breathing heavy by the end of your declaration and it wasn’t long before Yoongi was met with the click of you hanging up on your end.

In his years of living there were a lot of decisions that were hard for him to make, magnified by a thousand because of his illnesses.

However… you were not one of them. You, the crazy, stupid, loveable clerk who had learned signed language all those months ago just to talk to him, who still tucked pressed flowers between his books when he wasn’t looking, and threw little paper airplanes at his table with heart doodles on them, were most definitely not one of them.

Yoongs [4:01AM]: I’ve decide to be kept.

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series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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Summary : The Justice League is coming over at Wayne’s mansion for a barbecue…

Someone asked for a part two, so here’s a part two …Hope you’ll enjoy :s

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You didn’t really expect the Leaguers to take you up on your barbecue offer…but they did. And this times, they were all here. Fortunately, Wayne mansion’s garden was massive. And with multiple trips to shops, Alfred you and your boys were able to bring enough food of all kind that it was all good. 

Except that you were stressed, yet again. So many superheroes in the same place, wasn’t it a bit of bad luck ? Like asking for a catastrophe to happen ? Oh my God, what if a major world threat arrived in your garden and started to destroy everything ?

You felt an arm go around your shoulder, and, instantly recognizing it, you wrapped your own arm around his waist. 

Bruce. Your Bruce. You snuggle into his side. 

-Are you nervous again ? 

-Is that this obvious ? 

-Only to me, I know you darling. 

You smiled to him and went on your tip toe to kiss him. Even on your tippy toes though, you were too short and he bent forward to meet your lips. Fucking giant man. 

-It’s going to be alright. They know they should leave you alone, they might be all more powerful than me physically, but they know better than to actually piss me off. You know, I got plans to take them down.

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Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, mafia AU

Contents: Angst, drug mentions, smut, alcohol use, violence, mentions of violence, swearing, rough sex, biting, dirty talk if you squint

Word Count: 2,608 words

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   The mafia world was full of surprises. But you certainly did not expect to be sold to the Kim family to marry their youngest, Kim Taehyung, aka the biggest douche in the mafia community, thanks to your father.

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Summary: you and Dean have your first date

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: language, mention of injuries, mention of stitches

A/N: You guys want more - you got it! Hope you like it, and there will be at least a few more parts that I’ve got planned. Beta and general life credit to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for reading everything and putting up with me

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Incognito; Can you do BTS reaction to being one of the members little sister and them accidently finding out that their sister is dating BTS member? Btw I love your blog!!

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Jin ➳ It was abrupt, but when he had barged into the studio just to find Namjoon’s hold onto your waist as he pulled you flush into his chest, Jin’s heart stopped. Once a nervous laugh bounced from his vocal chords, the both of you blushed harshly as you scrambled away from each other and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in the least. “You got to be kidding me,” he chuckled, slightly raising an eyebrow, “you’re not actually with this perv, are you, (Y/N)?”

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Suga ➳ He grimaced in disgust once he had caught Jimin giving you a quick peck onto your lips. He yelled a loud Aye! scaring the younger boy as he pushed you behind him protectively as if Yoongi was some kind of monster, which offended him in more ways than one as he laughed in anger. “I never knew you were that type of kid, Jiminie.“ He muttered as he walked closer to the both of you, hearing Jimin gulp in horror. “Does dating my sister behind my back make things any better?”

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J-Hope ➳ If anything, Hoseok let out a sigh of relief once he realized it was Jin you had been hiding away with. He was extremely giddy, out of all the boys in the world he would rather have you paired with Jin, knowing the man would take absolute care of you; but, he still found it hilarious when he caught you two being cutesy with each other in the dorm alone. He flew to the two of you, throwing his arms over both your shoulders with the biggest grin on his face. “So,” he started, whispering into your ear, “how is my soon brother-in-law treating you?”

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RapMonster ➳ To be all sorts of honest, Namjoon was low-key jealous that you were with Hoseok. He admitted before that if all the boys were girls, he would certainly be with Hobi in a heartbeat; but never in his life would he think that you would have thought the same way too. When you all went out to dinner, Taehyung had asked him what he thought about your relationship, and he panicked. An uncertain smile crawled its way onto his face, and he gave Hobi a serious glare. “You better not hurt her.”

“Never.”

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Jimin ➳ He was genuinely relieved to know that you were with Taehyung, knowing how much of a sweetheart the boy was, but what he was livid about, was about how you two kept him in the dark. He was storming up to you when you were trying to meet with Taehyung, furry written in his eyes and Taehyung was fast enough to back you away from your brother. “I’m sorry Jimin,” he apologized, “It’s my fault, I love her and I was afraid you wouldn’t accept us-”

But the boy only walked away, a smirk playing it’s way onto his lips and at that moment, you knew he had already accepted your relationship.

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V ➳ He was the traditional type, therefore, he was various shades of angry when he found both you and Jungkook making out inside of your bedroom. He froze, as well as the both of you; a growl escaping his throat as he grabbed the younger by the shirt, slamming him against the wall before he could even think. “Did you think..” he whispered, already hearing about your relationship from the other boys but seeing it for himself only confirmed it. You were begging your brother to release him, but he ignored you, “I was stupid enough to never figure you two out?”

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Jungkook ➳ Being angry wasn’t even the beginning of what he felt when he had found you and Yoongi cuddling on your bed, no, he was beyond pissed. He slammed the door before walking away, knowing neither of you wouldn’t follow because Yoongi was definitely the man who was never interested in anyone, and you being with him was some type of miracle. He knew it was none of his business, but he hated the fact that he was kept in the dark because he was exactly what Yoongi saw him as, a kid.

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