Request by anon:
30, 36, 56, 53, 91 with Isaac please 🙏🏼
“Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” 36.
“Did I say that out loud?” 53.
“I’m flirting with you.” 56.
“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 91.
“Can I hold your hand?”
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it.
Y/N’s forefinger traveled to the corner of the book in her hand, prepared to flip the page and continue reading. She paused for a moment, shifting her head to the rain that showered the streets of Paris. The umbrella she sat under shielding her from getting drenched, however, the wind had sprinkled a couple of drops on her here and there.
The clearing of a throat made Y/N mentally groan and look up to where the sound came from. Her eyes met icy blue ones that smiled apologetically. The man stood in tall with a grey knitted beanie covering his golden locks that slightly showed on the corner. His face looked like it should be on the front page of some fancy magazine.
“Pardonne-moi de te déranger” his lips moved as the foreign words fell out of his mouth. Y/N stared blankly for a while before she managed to say “Sorry, I don’t speak French” with a tight smile and a shrug. “It’s alright,” he chuckled.
“I just assumed you did” she let out a breath she didn’t know she held. “I said excuse me for disturbing you,"
"Oh! No worries, can I help you?” She offered with a wider smile this time which he mirrored. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full, especially since the weather is so wonderful today” Y/N giggled at the hint of sarcasm in his words and nodded.
“Sure, I don’t mind” he pulled out the chair and seated himself in front of her. “I’m Isaac by the way” his hand slid across the table to offer hers a shake. “Y/N” she complied. “So tell me Y/N, what’s a girl like you doing in the city of love all alone?” she raised a brow playfully at his flirting.
“I moved here a couple of weeks ago, starting fresh” she took a sip of her coffee. “What about you?” Y/N placed her bookmark on the page she read last and closed the book. “Oh I’ve been here for a while, same reason as you, I guess” Y/N nodded understandingly.
"Can I just say, that you have the most captivating eyes I’ve seen on a woman" a faint blush tinted her cheeks. “I’m flirting with you, if you couldn’t tell” a smirk tugged on his lips as another giggle erupted from her. “Thank you” she looked down to her lap and fidgeted with her fingers.
“What were you reading before I rudely interrupted?” He nodded towards the book that she had set aside moments before. “You didn’t interrupt, and you’re anything but rude,” she tilted her head to the side in a flirtatious manner. “So the book is about this guy..” her voice trailed off as she told him of the book.
He saw the shimmer in her eyes as she spoke about the rising action and the climax. He solely focused on how her eyes would widen in excitement as she described complex situations that the protagonist was forced to face.
“God, you’re so beautiful” he cut her sentence short. “Did I say that out loud?” Y/N eyes remained wide at his bluntness. “Has anyone ever made you aware of how straightforward you are?” Y/N leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes” Isaac chuckled at the way she hid further behind the collar of her shirt.
Y/N’s eyes wandered the streets as she observed the people running for shelter and the cars driving by. The mother that scolded her son as she wet his clothes by jumping in and out of puddles. “You’re an observant little lady, aren’t you?” She nodded as he spoke.
“I like paying attention to things that people don’t normally pay attention to” she shrugged effortlessly. “Can I hold your hand?” He asked, surprisingly, with shyness in his voice.
She didn’t reply, she just snaked her hand across the table to hold onto his. The surge of electricity swam through their veins the moment their hands touched. “I would like to do this again sometime, if you don’t mind. I really am glad I didn’t find a table” she smiled sweetly at him.
“I’m really glad you didn’t find a table too” she paused to lean closer to him. “And I would love to do this again” she giggled, almost inaudibly, at his flushed cheeks due to how close she was to his face.
Kissing his cheek only made him blush even more, causing Isaac and Y/N to mirror each other’s smile.
Holy Chapter fucking 30!!! When the shit did this happen??? Thank you again to all of my amazing readers, old and new! I wanted to post this before my next few days at work. More to come soon!
Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;) (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)
Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)
Summary: part 2 to one of my very early imagine, purity.
“ I don’t know you guys, I don’t have a change of clothes with me”. Y/n says looking at the floor and blushing.
How the hell could someone so sexy be so shy and timid. It’s so mesmerizing. Everyone thinks y/n is the same goodie two shoes who does their homework the moment she gets it and goes home and studies and falls asleep at 7 o'clock while listening to classical music because it doesn’t have any curse words. Me and the guys know the truth.
Something changed inside her when me and her first slept together. She still has her tendencies but she’s definitely different around us.
Y/n loved to cause trouble, from hotboxing my apartment, to fucking in public places. But she didn’t want other people to know she was bad. She was worried that someone’s rumors or gossip would ruin her chances of getting into UCLA.
Like right now. Me and the boys (the jacks, Nate and Swazz) we’re gonna bring y/n to a party held by the people at our school. Usually y/n loved parties but those were always held by Nates older college friends, or Swazz’s friends that dropped out of school.
“You don’t have to change. What you’re wearing is perfect. It’s a casual party” Gilinsky says softly. He’s like y/n’s bestfriend. Which makes me jealous at times, but they wouldn’t do anything.
“But everyone’s gonna be there” she practically whispers.
“So what. Some girls are gonna be jealous and some guys are gonna stare but i promise you, we would never let anything happen to you. Ever.” I speak up and put my hand on her face.
“Fine. I’ll go, but Johnsons driving cause I wanna get high on the way” she says smiling at us before walking out to the car.
The whole way there y/n smokes a blunt and raps along to the music. The cuss words sound so hot coming from her mouth. She’s sitting in my lap and dancing a lil bit which is getting me hard and she knows it.
When we get to the party, y/n goes back to being nervous. I grab her hand and throw my arm around her shoulder right before we walk into the front door.
Once we walk in a few people yell wassup at the boys. Pretty much everyone was staring at y/n though, or maybe they were staring at the both of us. Either way I squeezed y/ns hand and she turned and smiled at me.
The girls are whispering because they’ve never seen y/n in a mini skirt and a crop top and thigh high boots. They’ve also never seen her with dark makeup. Now that I think about, i don’t even think they’ve seen her with her hair down.
As we walked into the house I felt everyone’s eyes on me. It feels weird to be actually noticed, I doubt half these people know who I am.
I feel sam squeeze my hand and I smile up at him. I pull him towards the drinks, where the rest of the boys are.
“Um, Sam?” We all hear interrupting our plans for after the party. We turn around and see a girl from school. Kira was her name. Sam rolls his eyes and fake smiles at her while still holding on to me.
“When I invited you to my party, I didn’t think you’d be bringing your friends, or some high school dropout” she says nodding towards me.
All the guys stand there shocked. Sams breath gets heavier and I feel him getting angrier. I bust out laughing. This bitch really thinks I’m a high school dropout. I think I’m way to high to be angry.
“Awe, sweetie, a high school dropout? My GPA is higher than me right now, I’m literally valedictorian. You’re an irrelevant Junior bitch that thinks their better than everyone even though she’s failing a good half her classes. If anyone can be classified as a dropout I’d say it was you. And the fact you think my boyfriend would come to a party without his bestfriends, you’re way dumber than you look honey” I smile at her before finishing my drink and walking to the dance floor with Sam.
All the guys follow us and began dancing with us.
“Yo y/n, I ain’t know you had attitude like that.” Swazz says laughing.
“Yea babe, that was really fucking hot” Sam says in my ear.
I laugh at the stupid guys I call my friends and focused on having fun
The next day when we went to school, I decided to drop the whole nice girl act, it was getting hard to keep up with. A lot of girls started talking shit but honestly, it’s not a problem. They have my phone number, it’s listed in all the teachers classrooms for studying. So if they wanna talk they can talk to me.
Me and Sam showed a bunch of PDA at school and I’m surprised we didn’t get in trouble.
Either way, I guess it’s fair to say, I’ve lost my purity.
A/N: Merry Christmas my bebs! Here is my present to you: part 9!! I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is, the story is about to reach it’s climax. The bad news is, the next chapter (chapter 10) will be the final part of this series. I have absolutely loved writing this story, and I hope you’ve loved reading it. Please, please send me a message to tell me what you liked, disliked, what you think might happen in the end, or to yell at me because I’m leaving you all on a cliffhanger (again).
Summary: After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.
Word Count: 2872
Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff (but mostly Angst)
She reached out to her side, to find the doorframe, trying to make up for the fact that it felt like the floor had fallen out beneath her. She’d been woken up with the message that there was urgent news regarding her husband. He would write when his mission would take a week or two longer than planned, or just to write to her if he’d been gone a while, but neither was ever urgent, and he’d only been gone for a short time… Naturally, she knew it was most likely something bad, but nothing like …this.
“ He’s… dead? No, that can’t be. I – I saw him last week. He can’t be gone, not like this! ”
I was going to the beach with the boys while my girlfriend y/n went to a photo shoot. Last night was our 6 month anniversary and it was great.
I walk into skates house and hop on the couch.
“Wassup guys” I say stealing chips for Johnson.
“Hey g. You ready?” Skate says coming out the kitchen.
We get to the beach and set our stuff up. All the guys take our clothes off so we can play football in the water.
“JACK WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK?” Skeez yells at me.
Shit. I forgot about all my hickies.
“Y/ns got a hickie kink” I say shrugging.
“How did she even have time to do all that. There’s like a fucking trial from your jaw down to- oh dude. I need me a y/n” skate says pulling out some blunts.
“So what? You just lay there and let her do that. Is she always on top?” Johnson says.
“You guys, I don’t think you understand the concept of ‘all night’. It’s usually not this bad but last night was special so I let her do whatever she wanted” i say taking a sip of my beer.
“BRO. you have to tell us what went down” Swazz says. Everyone agrees.
“Okay. Y/NS gonna kill me tho. Ok so I got home and she laid me down, gave me the hickies and sucked me off. That girl has an unbelievable mouth. Then she let me eat her out from behind. I tied her up and played with her fat ass and then I beat that pussy up. She’s amazing. Then she rode my face and then my dick then we had round like 4 in the shower and fell asleep.” I say remembering the events of last night. All the boys were staring at me wide eyed.
“Oh come on babe. I think you missed a few details” i hear y/n say as she put her arms around my shoulders from behind. I go stiff.
“Oh shit bro she was there like the whole time” Swazz says laughing.
“Why you ain’t tell me, fuck you” I say pulling y/n into my lap.
“I see you scratches healed up” y/n says standing up to grab a drink. She bends over to grab a beer from the cooler. All the guys eyes are on her.
“Wow wait. Scratches?” Everyone says looking between us.
“Yeah. Oh come on. You didn’t know about jacks pain kink?” She says winking at me before sitting right in front of my beach chair inbetween my legs.
“BABYGIRL. hush. That’s for us” I tell her.
“But daddy you told everyone about me” she says fake pouting before smirking. This girl was not playing.
“DADDY?” Everyone bursts out laughing. They start meaning and yelling ‘fuck daddy’
“HEY. you guys don’t get to say it. He’s mine. Find your own boyfriend who’s gonna fuck you into oblivion.” Y/n says climbing in my lap and kissing me.
“WOW HEY. NO SEX ON THE BEACH” Johnson says pulling y/n off of me. She throws her head back and laughs and you can actually see her hickies.
“How about you take off your shirt babe. Let everyone see you’re mine” I whisper in her ear as I pull her back in my lap.
She takes off her tshirt and reveals her bikini. She has hickies all over her neck and chest.
“Well damn. You need to locate your chill immediately you two” Sam says pointing at us.
“Sorry. I just really love him” y/n says and kisses me again.
Summary: Part 2. Your first real encounter with your crush Min Yoongi could only be described as awkward. It could only go up from here, though, right?
Word Count: 1,834
A/N: Part 2 of Next Door for you, dear Anon! Honestly, I think this series if it even becomes an official series on here will just be a series of awkward events for the main character because who doesn’t love social awkward situations? Let me know what you all think! Also; requests will be opening soon so keep an eye out!
don’t believe you,” [Y/BF/N] stated in disbelief, a scoff lacing her words, “like
I was fooled for a few seconds because of how flustered you described yourself,
but then I realised how incredibly stupid the situation sounded and now I just
can’t deal with you.”
groaned and moved your upper body closer to her, elbows sliding across the lacquered
table top. “I’m telling you the truth - he lives right next door!” You sighed exasperatedly,
watching as her lips clasped closed around the straw poking out from the top of
her drink as she took a long drawn out sip, a condescending look etched into
her features. “What?”
is something out of a really bad drama, [Y/N].” She said with a blunt tone.
your sour expression, your best friend let out her own sigh as she placed her
drink down onto the table and stared at you. “Okay so Min Yoongi lives next
door, so what? Isn’t this a good thing? Like, become his friend and make him
fall in love with you? Isn’t that how this thing usually works.”
A/N - Buckle in for probably the longest AU/IMAGINE I’ll ever write xD
P.s - this is written in the PAST tense.
You have been transferred…
The words echoed in my mind, and still I wasn’t able to get my head around the fact that my parents, my family; gave me up to a gang.
I was made to sit in a warm, white room with little furniture but the velvet seat I was placed in. And a wooden table, with one brown envelope on it.
I told myself for hours on end that I wouldn’t touch it, but it seemed that if I didn’t, I’d be stuck in this room forever. There was a door that contrasted from the white, but I doubt that it would be unlocked. Obviously.
Skittishly, I picked up the envelope, wedged my finger in between a small flap and sliced the lid open. There were 7 pieces of paper by what I could see.
Licking my lips out of old habits, I took out the papers. Each had a picture stamped on it, and writing underneath. Like a profile page.
Was this the gang I now belonged to?
The thought haunted me, it made me want to cry. Maybe it was better off not knowing why my family gave me up. Maybe forgetting was the best thing to do.
I picked up the first page and read it:
Kim Namjoon // Alpha
The leader; he’s the one you want to get close to. You’re no good without him. He’s the on that controls The Pack. One word from him and your pack could turn on you. You wouldn’t want that would you? He deals things, he expects discipline. But don’t worry, on good days, you could probably throw in a few drinks. He’s not the worst. Trust me, if it’s anybody you want to trust; it’s him.
Reading the first file already sent my eyes watering. The Pack? Was that what they were? A big notorious gang of boys who lived like merciless wolves that would rip your throat out? Gulping, I picked up the next file.
Min Yoongi // Ghost
You’ll probably never see him around. This guy is a quick one. If you want him on any job that includes kidnapping, dealing, sniping; he’s the one. Don’t get too friendly, Yoongi is more of a lone wolf. He doesn’t like talking nor interacting. You’ll be incredibly lucky to earn his trust, but he does have an open mind. He observes and listens. He can read anyone like an open book. Including you. Don’t pay attention to him too much, nobody does. He’s too scary for anybody’s liking. So best to just duck your head when he’s around.
It felt like everything was getting worse and worse
Kim Seokjin // Beta
Now let’s head to the bright side. Jin? You could probably cuddle up in his bed and he wouldn’t mind it. But be careful, don’t get too close to Namjoon, that’s the one thing he does mind. The Alpha and The Beta is not to be messed with. Probably best if you don’t fall for Princess Jin, his heart belongs to one person only and that’s Namjoon. Weird, right? Such intense and serious personalities, yet they have time for love. Besides, Jin makes amazing food. You can depend on him any day, he’s sure to not let you down.
My spirits began to lift, and my mind started to turn naïve. I hope there are more people like him.
Jung Hoseok // Siren
Ah, you never want to stand next to him. Ever, unless you want to go deaf. Yes, he’s loud. Very loud. That’s why we call him Siren. The only wolf that can communicate across dangerous land. He’s the one you can definitely rely on to get you out of trouble. Don’t ask, half the time he runs on sugar. Pure adrenaline. This guy never stops. But, don’t let your guard down. He is one vicious fighter. But he doesn’t give up easily, so don’t get on his bad side; he’s the hyper one.
Park Jimin // Wolf
Should I even get started on him? He’s the one you don’t want to trust. He’s the one you want to stay away from. Oh yes, he’s loyal, very loyal, he’d probably take a bullet for a stranger. But that doesn’t stop him for trading you to a rich gang for money. This one is a skipper. Jumps between emotions. He has slept with every member of the gang, except from Jin and Namjoon of course. So don’t fall into his trap. He has the looks that would make angels beg for holy water. If you fall for him, it’s over. If he finds out, your dead. Why? Park Jimin loves toying with emotions; it’s how get gets around in life.
Kim Taehyung // Night Owl
Gosh, If you want to have a laugh, go to him. He will undeniably make your day better with horrible jokes and bad puns. But yet again, a bad side. He’s a Night Owl. He prefers hunting at night. Because that’s when it’s too dark to see blood. Taehyung is a psycho. He goes on killing rampages for fun, so don’t get involved. If he can make you laugh, he could probably make you cry. Don’t expect too much from him. He maybe calm; but is mental age is 3.
Killing rampages? For fun? I could already feel my stomach churning
Jeon Jungkook // Casanova
Last but not least. Jeon Jeonggkuk. The coldest, the meanest, the most lethal out of them all. He’s the youngest, but don’t let his adorable looks perceive you. He is an unstoppable killing machine. This guy, once he has target on what he wants, he gets it. Known also as a Lady-Killer. Sharp features, handsome face. A girl who doesn’t swoon was called weird. Everyone is scared of him. Everyone except Jimin, of course. One way to get killed by Jimin is to mess with Jungkook. Don’t, take my word for it. You don’t want to even look at this boy. He has no feelings whatsoever, so if you fall for him. You just as dead as falling for Jimin. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were originally called the Maknae Line, they work best when they are together. So don’t get in the way when that Line begins to form. I have lots to say about Jungkook, but it’s probably best if you learn about him yourself. He’s mysterious and doesn’t say much, best thing about him is; we all secretly know he’s madly fallen for Taehyung.
Reading these felt like snooping into their private lives and making my chances of surviving even more scarce. I knew what they all look like, and from what I can tell, they made my heart flutter with incredibly handsome faces.
The second I put down Jungkook’s profile, the door softly unlocked itself and swung ajar. I didn’t even know where I was, so I couldn’t just simply walk out. But that’s what I did. I exited the white room, abandoning the envelope and entering an incredibly grey storehouse.
I could pick up on the distant drip-drop of water running off pipes, and chains dangling in the wind of the warehouse ceiling. Nobody was here and it made me feel even more vulnerable.
“Welcome” A deep, lulling voice made me turn around slowly with a flat face. If anything, I was trying to cover up my fear. I held my head high and tried my best to keep my eyes strained on the one man that was in front of me; Namjoon.
He looked somewhat like the picture I saw. I could tell why he was the Leader. His stance radiated authority and power. If I wasn’t fuelled by ignorance and adrenaline, I would be on the ground, bowing and whimpering.
I nodded in return, surprised by how well I was keeping my fear intact. Namjoon also looked surprised. That was when my heart faltered. The rest of the boys appeared out of the dark behind Namjoon. Seeing them in the flesh made my skin crawl. My eyes landed on Yoongi, Jin, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook.
“What is your name?” Namjoon spoke up, pulling me out of the small trance of looking at Jimin and his beautiful face. I let out an unintentional sigh.
“Y/N” Blunt. That’s how it came out. Like I was not bothered, which I was. I wanted to cry and curl up in a ball then die. I knew nothing about fighting, I had to bluff for as long as I can.
“Y/N? That’s a pretty name. You’ll need an alias." Alias? Why would I need one if I was just going to be their slave? Namjoon picked up on my stubborn confusion.
"You’re one of us now. You work with us, not for us. Now choose before I let Taehyung choose one for you” I could tell Namjoon was trying to as gentle as possible and I appreciated it. My gaze switched to Taehyung who was twirling a blade in between his fingers with a devilish grin.
“I’ll need time to think” I ordered roughly, I didn’t know what I was or who I was, these boys seemed to have an Alias very close to their personality. Namjoon was taken back by this order but smiled softly in amusement.
“Well, while you think…” Namjoon turned his head slightly to Jimin “Jimin will show the way to your room”
My attention flitted to Jimin who looked pretty proud of this announcement. He began walking away so I followed him. As I followed him closely, I realised we were getting to a cleaner part of the Warehouse and into a garden. We crossed a garden that had lush green grass accompanying the bright colourful flowers. Followed by a large marble staircase that led to a gigantic mansion. I gaped, looking at the structure.
“I wonder why you’re so calm.” Jimin interrupted the silence, throwing me off guard.
“You don’t seem that bad” I shrugged it off, receiving a really amused smile from Jimin. We entered the mansion that was lit up with many chandeliers, and maids who stood at every corner of the house wearing beautiful black dresses that came down to their legs. Rich, spoilt, killers. What a great combination!
“Then we’ll get along just fine” Jimin chuckled, opening the doors to a room that felt like a palace. There was a king-sized bed, powder-table and walk in wardrobe. Did I really deserve this?
I hummed in agreement, still studying the room that I would call mine. But instead of leaving, Jimin closed the door behind him. I gave him a ‘really’ look, but inside; my heart was pounding inside my tiny chest.
“Don’t you have questions?” He took a seat on the bed, crumpling the cream sheets a little. I shook my head. In fact, I was desperate for answers. Fear really did change me.
“Can you give me an alias?” a small laugh escaped his plump lips, and it was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“How about…Skipper?” I shot him a questioning look, my silence being his queue to explain.
“You seem to skip human nature quite easily. You’re not scared of me. I locked the doors and you seemed to have welcomed me into your room.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling quite exploited.
“I did not welcome you, you barged into my personal space” Yet again, another laugh that sent my heart fluttering.
“Skipper it is” Jimin nodded triumphantly and made his way for the door. Flashing me one last deadly smile before exiting. The second he left, I threw myself onto the bed and let out the tears.
I was woken up by the small tapping of someone at my door. Giving out a small groan, I looked up to see Jin with a pitiful look of his face. That was when I realised I cried myself to sleep. Jin took a seat beside my on the bed and brushed my hair back from my face.
“Sweetheart, if you’re not feeling okay, just come to me.” A small smile settled on my face as I heard those soothing words. I wiped my tear-stained cheek and sucked in a big breath.
“I made some food, let’s go get some” Jin took hold of my hand gently and navigated me back into the large mansion. The kitchen was huge, so was the dining room where the rest of the boys were also eating and discussing things.
I took a plate of pancakes and glass of water, taking a seat next to Jimin. I quietly ate, hoping that no one would interrupt. The pancakes were amazing, I nearly cried. I was so hungry. I haven’t eaten in days.
“So, have you picked a name?” Namjoon asked, looking up from his computer in his glasses that I found quite cute on him.
“Skipper” I could already feel Jimin’s grin creeping onto his face.
“That’s great. Welcome to the family” Jin clapped his hands enthusiastically and also taking a seat. I looked around, a family? Was that what it was? I couldn’t deny it, it did look like a family. Jin and Namjoon sitting closely like parents at a dinner table, Yoongi reading his newspaper by himself whilst drinking coffee like an Uncle, Hoseok and Jimin being the bigger brothers whereas Jungkook and Taehyung were the younger ones.
My attention turned to Jungkook, who obviously was sat closely to Taehyung.
“What are you looking at?” Jungkook snarled, grabbing everyone’s attention. I shrugged, continuing to eat.
“Nothing” Taehyung scoffed, flicking Jungkook’s forehead lightly with his finger.
“Leave her alone Kookie. Don’t be so self-centered” The comment seemed to annoy the maknae even more, but since it came out of Taehyung’s mouth, he obeyed it.
I gathered up the plates and put them in the sink, only to be followed by Yoongi. I took it into consideration that he was coming my way so I ducked my head. Getting a small breathy laugh.
“Were you told to not talk to me?” I nodded obediently, trying not to look in the man’s eyes. He gently picked up my chin and adjusted my gaze to his eyes. My body went rigid with confusion.
“Ignore that. I maybe Ghost. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like a good old conversation” He spoke softly and patiently, letting go. I gulped, flashing him a genuine smile.
“Well, how are you Yoongi?” He gave me a pleasing grin
“I’m good, Y/N…I’m good. Thank you for asking” I mocked a small bow
“I’m glad to hear that” but when I turned around from the sink, everyone was staring at the two of us in disbelief.
Training, I was put into training with Jungkook. It felt like he already hated me. But apparently not when he instructed me with care and caution. They really weren’t as bad as I thought they were.
“No! You swing your left leg to the right, by twisting your body” Jungkook shouted from the other end of the arena. It was more out of care than frustration.
“I have never fought anyone in my life. Stop having such high standards” I snapped back through breaths. I had no idea how long we had been training for, but it felt like ages.
“Shut up and listen, you are ignoring my instructions. If you just follow them then maybe you’d get it right” Now it was frustration. The thing was, I didn’t want to fight, I hate fighting. But I felt like punching Jungkook right now.
I walked off the arena with all the courage I had left, but before I could swing my legs over the rope, Jungkook’s fingers clasped around my wrist, pulling me back and twisting me around.
Our forehead’s touched and I could feel his steady breathing on my cupid’s bow. Our lips were inches apart and the tension was unreal. Jungkook’s grip on my waist didn’t falter as he undeniably caught my undivided attention.
“Now, you either listen. Or I will make it ten times worse” He growled, startling me. I pushed him away roughly, sending him stumbling back.
“No. Get away from me you freak!” I screeched, my blood running cold when I received a death glare. I knew I was done for.
“What happened to you?” Jin rushed to my side, examining the bruises on my ribs and face. Yoongi simply looked unimpressed, Jimin looked surprised, Taehyung looked angry and Hoseok was nowhere to be found.
“Training” I muttered, brushing off Jin’s hand. That was when Taehyung stood up and entwined his fingers with mine, giving me a small smile.
“Yah, let me get you patched up Skipper” He dragged me out of the living room and up a series of stairs. Until we ended up in a cosy room with medical kits scattered on tables and shelves. Taehyung sat me down on a chair and got out bandages.
He began wrapping up my cuts and cleaning them.
“It’s best if you just obey Jungkook. He’s not a nice guy in general” Taehyung stated blankly. Patting my arm and sitting beside me.
“Even I find him mean sometimes…” Taehyung mumbled, twiddling his thumb, I bit my lip.
“Why do people think you’re bad?” He gave me a look I couldn’t exactly read, either it was amusement, or something else.
“Hey, don’t let your guard down. You are talking to Kim Taehyung. Not the Night Owl” I did a small Oooh and nodded understandingly. So it was their alias that held the bad side.
“But Jungkook? He’s Casanova all the time. The two are practically merged.”
That was when I noticed the pictures on the wall. Pictures of girls certainly looking my age. Their was 7 of them. Their features varied massively. I pointed to them and Taehyung’s gaze followed it.
“Who are they?” he gulped
“They were just like you. Transferred. Dead”
“They were incredible girls. But they died. And we couldn’t save them” I could feel the emotion dripping off every word Taehyung spoke, like regret and self-hatred. Was I transferred to replace them?
“Although they were all timid, have no minds of their own. They stuck by each of us, they never gave up.” I risked a question.
“How did they die?” Taehyung’s body tensed.
“They took bullets. For us. We were on a mission one night and fucked up. We fucked up real bad. So bad to the point where all seven of us were on our knees with guns pressed to our head. Helpless and dead.” He paused, and I watched as a single tear rolled down his face.
“Those girls walked into our mess. On purpose. They took the bullets for us. The price for our foolishness and ignorance.”
I turned around and wiped the tear with my thumb.
“You know, I probably will never be able to fill in their space…but I sure as hell will die trying”
“One more time, pleeeeaassee” Hoseok pleaded, I shook my head, suddenly feeling all shy. We were playing a game in his room and he always ended up losing.
As a kid, I was addicted to playing games. And it riled up Hoseok very much.
“If I beat you, you will hand me your machete. If I lose, I will give you my cross blades”
I have gotten to the point where I got my own weapons. I began trading with everyone to upgrade.
“Deal” we were in the heat of the moment when Namjoon peeked his head through the door with a smile.
“Y/N, your Pump-action shotgun just arrived through the mail” I squealed, instantly abandoning the game and running down the stairs. I collected the gun and ran back up to Hoseok who was still concentrated on the game.
I loaded the gun and aimed it at the wall above Hoseok’s head. Bang. It recoiled and sent a big black hole in the wall. Hoseok didn’t seem to acknowledge his near death experience and continued playing.
Maybe that’s what I enjoyed about this place. You could swing an axe at Yoongi’s face and we’d call it play-fighting.
And I was finally getting the grasp of why everyone thought they were crazy. I was turning into one of them. Soon enough, Jin handed me a brown envelope with a grin. I opened it and looked at the picture of me with disbelief.
I had my own profile. And I nearly burst out laughing:
Y/N // Skipper
She doesn’t seem to the get the aspect of human nature. Sure, she’s an easy going girl. Bu that doesn’t mean she’ll listen. You can’t tell her what to do and it’s probably best if you don’t. Tough one to crack too. She’s more keen on the word Friends, and the aspect of trust. But just because you trust her doesn’t mean she’ll trust you. P.s, don’t mess with Jimin. She’ll definitely rip your head off.
I gaped at the so incorrect profile. The boys surrounded me with a grin as I read it out loud.
“I am very friendly! AND I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON PARK JIMIN!!” The boys dispersed into a run as I yelled after them.
The dinner was set. Asgard’s finest assorted meats and vegetables lay on the long table. Platters of fruit went along beside them.
It was only the practice dinner for the wedding. Still, it was the only part of the wedding you looked forward to. But you had already eaten to your heart’s content, but you found yourself still hungry.
Seating-wise, Odin sat at the head of the table. Frigga and Thor were on either side of him. Beside Frigga was Loki, and across from Loki was you. Fandral was on your other side, talking to Thor even though you were in the way. Princess Elenalyn sat beside Loki.
Odin had already given his practice speech for the wedding,so now you were waiting for everyone to finish up so you could leave and get some shut-eye for your tournament tomorrow. You and other fine warriors of Asgard were to compete in sword-fighting. Thor was even going to handle a sword, but you helped him with some of the basic techniques.
It was around midnight and the streets were completely empty. The snow was beginning to fall, so I picked up my pace a bit. It only took me 15 minutes and the first part of The Young and The Hopeless album to get to my destination.
When I arrived to the tattoo shop, a guy with blonde hair and scruff was standing outside. I looked down his arms, admiring the tattoos to notice that he was sparking a blunt.
“Do you work here?” I asked, walking up to him as he took a hit of the blunt.
“Yeah, I do.” He replied, letting out the smoke at the end of his sentence.
He took another hit if his blunt as I said, “I was looking to get a tattoo.”
“My name’s Luke.” The blonde boy smiled to me as he passed me the blunt, I thought for a moment before taking it.
“Y/n.”. I smiled.
We sat out front of the tattoo shop, smoking the blunt as we discussed the details of the tattoo. When we were finished we went into the back room of the shop and Luke immediately started drawing up the tattoo.
I looked at all of the tattoo outlines on the wall, the bottom right corner of every picture was signed Luke Hemmings. He was great, there had to have been over fifty on one wall alone.
“Y/n.” Luke called my name, when I turned around I distracted by his blue eyes that were surrounded by red.
When I walked over to where he was sat, my breath was taken away by how beautiful the tattoo came out. Luke had drawn up a huge dream catcher that was going on the left side of my thigh.
I wasn’t comfortable with laying there without anything on, so instead Luke put the outline as I kept myself covered and when he was done I put on my grey lace panties. The design of the lace kept me covered and it was light enough for Luke to move and tattoo.
The entire thing was quite relaxing to be honest. I laid there while Luke focused on every detail and every now and then we’d share a story. There were times when Luke had to pull the machine away because he was laughing.
After three hours with no breaks my tattoo was finished. I got off the chair as quick as possible and went straight to the mirror. The drawing was beautiful, but it didn’t compare to the actual tattoo. There I stood in a t shirt and panties as I admired my tattoo.
I glanced over to Luke and saw that he was playing with his lip ring with his teeth as he looked at me. Today started off by doing things I’ve never done before, and I loved it. Getting high was a new feeling and it calmed my nerves about my first tattoo.
A minute went by before I walked over to Luke and pulled him into a kiss. It was another thing I’ve never done before, and I really hoped I wouldn’t regret it. After a moment Luke kissed back, cupping the sides of my face as we kissed.
Kissing someone wasn’t new to me, but kissing a stranger was. Luke ran his fingers through my hair and bit my lip, I couldn’t help but moan into his kiss.
I pulled away from him, my cheeks as red as the rose on his arm and said, “I’m sorry.”
He just laughed before kissing me again and backing me into the desk. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Something about this felt right, so I didn’t stop him as he lifted me onto the desk.
Luke pulled away, breathing heavy as he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
This time I laughed and pulled him back into a kiss. His hands found themselves on my hips, giving me goosebumps as he lifted my shirt up. Luke lightly nipped my neck as he whispered in my ear, “Just let me know if you want to stop at all.”
My fingers started undoing all of the buttons on his shirt and I practically threw off of him. I stopped for a moment, running my hands over his beautiful chest piece. With all the lust in the air, I almost confused it with love at first site.
Luke kissed down my neck and down the valley between my breasts, he kissed all the way down my stomach as he pulled my panties off my body. My head leaned back as he pushed my legs open and blew cold air onto my heat. I let out a small moan before he attached his lips, causing me to gasp.
Pleasure coursed through my body, forcing me to close my eyes as I ran my fingers through Luke’s hair. He hummed against me as I pulled on his hair, which only drove me insane.
I pulled Luke up to my lips, eager for more. We both worked to get his pants off quickly as possible. He apologized more than needed when we had to stop so he could untie his Converses. Once they were off, he pulled me into a needy kiss and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The feeling of his hands on his thighs weren’t enough and he knew it.
Luke continued to tease me by rubbing my legs, until he slipped his right hand between them. I bit his lip as he started to rub circles against my clit.
“Please Luke,” I huffed out. “More.”
“As you wish, Princess,” Luke replied, removing his hand but only to replace it with the tip.
I hummed as Luke continued to tease me. Once Luke finally pushed himself in, my nails ran down his back. I could feel the goosebumps on his skin as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. Luke found his pace, almost as if we had done this a thousand times.
It was amazing, Luke kissed my neck before finding the perfect spot to leave his mark. He made me a moaning mess. My hands just slid on his body because we were both covered in sweat.
My head leaned back and I closed my eyes, knowing that I was getting close. My walls would tighten around Luke, letting me hear his beautiful moan in my ear. Luke began to rub fast circles against me again, doing whatever he can to get me to finish first and it works. I called out Luke’s name as I reached my high. It only took Luke a few more moments before the pulled out and finshed onto the floor rather than myself.
I was out of breath and out of energy, there was no way that I was going to be able to stand. Luke picked up both mine and his things off the floor, before setting them on the counter next to me. He pulled me down, holding onto my arms to make sure I was steady.
Luke smiled at me and laughed before saying, “How about we go on a date, my little tattooed beauty?”.
Hi! I love your writing so much and I was wondering if it were possible to get a Nate imagine where y/n and the boys are playing truth or dare and some things get confessed Smut please if you’re comfortable with that. I love you so much!!! 😙❤💕👌 Side note: I was listening to How To Be A California Heartbreaker so some of the words are actually lyrics oops! Thanks for the request I love it oh my god! - Bri x
“Okay…Johnson…have you ever fallen in love with a stranger?” You question, running your long nude painted nails up and down your thighs, mostly because it ticked your thighs and felt amazing but also because it drew attention to your tanned and toned thighs that you had worked very hard for…because let’s be honest, tanning your thighs was a workout in itself.
Johnson grins at you, “Well baby, I fell in love with you when we first met and you were a stranger,” he laughs when you and the other guys roll your eyes, “just kidding! Um, yeah I mean I guess I do it all the time.”
“That is not love, that’s lust bro.” Gilinsky reminds him and you dip your head to laugh harder.
“Whatever my turn, my turn!” Sam demands, turning to you, “How long does it really take to get into your pants Y/N?” He was blunt, and determined to get an answer out of you.
You shrug, “I mean, I’ve gotta stay lookin’ pure so I always kiss at the door and say goodbye.” The boys groans, “For real! Okay, fine, I guess about six or so weeks depending on our connection?”
The boys again groan, when the word ‘connection’ comes up, of course they would groan they’re all a bunch of boys, “Whatever, it’s my turn…Nate, truth or dare?” Gilinsky questions Nate, whom was beside you and had remained the least quite of all the boys.
“Dare.” Skate’s eyes flicker to you and he leans forward, eyeing Gilinsky.
Gilinsky chuckles, “I dare you to eat…” he grabs a bag of skittles, “these out of Y/N’s lap.” You and Nate look at each other and both begin shaking your head, “hey you gotta do it!” Gilinsky argues.
Nate sighs, “I’m so sorry y/n…it’s not my fault I’m going to violate you.” You laugh, a blush covering your cheeks, you had always liked Nate but if your first physical encounter was going to be this, it wasn’t ideal. Nate pours the bag onto your lap…right near your crotch region and inner thighs and then lowers himself so he can begin to eat. The other boys watch in awe.
“Oh my god…Nate your scruff tickles!” You complain, giggling loudly, you feel his tongue run up your inner thigh and your breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed slightly as you begin to feel your blood pressure hike up.
Sam smirks, “I think y/n’s like that.” You glare at him as the boys laugh. Nate continues to eat the rest, causing goosebumps to form on your smooth skin. He lifts his head up and flashes you a smile–well that sexual tension was obvious now, thanks Jack.
“I have one for Y/N!” Johnson sings.
“What?” You ask turning to face him.
“Show us what you look like in lingerie.” This was one you didn’t mind doing, so you get up and skip towards Nate’s bedroom where you were staying. He slept on the floor and you slept on the bed. But while you were struggling with the garter belt you hear distant conversation that was about you.
“Dude…you like her, she likes you, why don’t you just ask her out?” Sam questions, “I mean, I like her too but, you should totally just ask her out.”
“I don’t know man, you really think she would want me?” Nate questions and your eyes grow wide…he likes you too!? This made you want to look even sexier, since duh, Nate was hot and you wanted him to ask you out. So you finish up with the garter belt and saunter out noticing all of their eyebrows raising when they see you.
“Damn.” Both Jacks say when you see them. You don’t really pay attention though, because you were more interested in Nate.
You walk towards him and place your arms around your neck, “Real or not..you like me?” You question always having been confident enough in yourself that you could ask boys questions like this.
“Real.” Nate replies back, his eyes staring into yours with a smirk on his face, “Real or not..you like me back?”
“How about I show you without all these perverts around?” You question, turning to the look at the boys who were quite obviously turned on and excited about how you looked.
“That’s our cue to leave!” Jack J yells and you and Nate laugh.
He turns your cheek, so you’re facing him, and leans in for a very tender, very genuine and very skittle-tasting kiss.
The cold breeze chilled your chattering teeth as you walked down the freezing streets of New York. It was cold, needless to say. You were currently heading towards your sisters’ house, they were wanting to talk to you about something.
You hadn’t a clue what they were wanting to know, but you certainly were nervous about it. Not because they were most likely going to force whatever they wanted out of you, but because the guy you were practically in love with was currently staying at their house.
The first time you laid eyes on him to the first time he spoke you had a crush on him. From the first time you made eye contact to the first time you went inside of his case you were in love with him.
You took a turn into a dark alleyway, seperating yourself from the 6 o'clock rush hour and ducked behind a dumpster. You pulled out your wand from your coat pocket, you flicked it and in an instant you apparated to your destination and were welcomed by the heat of the apartment.
Your sister, Queenie, was standing in front of you holding a warm cup of tea. “Oh, Y/N, you are here!” She smiled at you with a golden smile as she handed you the tea.
Your cold hands on the warm cup made a small burning sensation run through you hands, “Where is, Teenie?” You asked, “Did you not want to ask me something?”
A small smirk hinted at the tips of your sister’s lips, “Oh, why of course. T is waiting in our room.” And within a few seconds you two were standing in the blue and pink splattered room.
Queenie grabbed your shoulders and sat you down on her bed, before closing the doors with her wand. She seemed too lazy to do any no-maj stuff and was always using her wand. Tina was across from you with a small smile as Queenie stood next to year.
“You know we are your sisters, you can tell us anything.” Tina mumbled as she stared at you.
You looked between the two of them, “Yes, Yes I do know that..” What on earth had you not told them that they didn’t already know?
“Oh come on, Y/N! You so have a thing for Newt!” Queenie blunted out, she couldn’t help herself. She loved match making.
So that is what they wanted to know, you were trying to keep it a secret or you knew somehow Newt would find out.
“Oh, huh. Yeah.. maybe a little liking..” Who were you kidding? You were practically in love with this man.
“Oh who are you kidding, honey? We can tell you are practically in love with the man!” Queenie said, a bit to loud for your liking, after all. Newt is in the same house and has a chance of over hearing.
Tina looked at Queenie, also thinking the exact thing you were. “Queenie, pipe down a bit, he might over hear.” She tugged a little at her sleeve, grabbing her attention.
“I-I mean.. maybe I like him a l-lot.. but you know.. that.. what does it matter?” Your face flushed red as you played with your shirt, hearing someone else say that you loved him was kind of different.
Queenie smiled, “Oh, you are so cute, little sister!” She pinched your cheek before you swatted her away.
“I mean maybe I lov-”
You heard a knock on the door and then Newt’s head popped in, “Tina I-oh..” he made eye contact with you, “H-hullo, Y/N I-I-I didn’t know y-you were here..” his eyes darted around the room as you fumbled with your hands.
“Mhmm..” You mumbled as you looked over at Tina. She gave you a small smile and a wink.
Queenie began to shoo Newt back out the door, “This is girl talk, so leave.”
Newt backed up, “Oh-okay..” he seemed very confused as he left the room.
Queenie shut and leaned against the door. “You gotta tell him!”
“N-no! I-I mean-”
Tina was now also begging, “Oh, please Y/N!”
Apparently, you had not noticed but it frightened you very much when he spoke, but there Jacob was in the corner. “I think he likes yous too, Y/N. I mean, unless he knows someone with your exact same name, which is I guess possible..wait.. that is what we are talking about right?”
Everyone just stared at Jacob, apparently no one had noticed him standing there. He stood there looking happily between all of you as he did a little bounce, and then realized his presence needed to be relieved. “Right. I will see myself out.” He then exited the room.
You looked at Queenie and she squealed, tapping the tips of her toes on the ground. “Do you see? You should tell Mr. Scamander!”