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Ikon reacts: Stealing !Done!(17.09.17)

Hey It’s me. I’m so sorry that you had to wait for me to do this request for so long. I’ve been really busy last week and didn’t update this blog as much as I wanted to. I hope I did this request as good as you expected it..
(I’ll separate it into two or more parts as well since I don’t have the time to do it in one go and I also want to update you and my other followers )
Thanks for being patient xx -BP #



Originally posted by han-bin

Hanbin:
You were currently leaving your friends apartment.You spent the day with your best friend Jamie, the both of you  went out for lunch, watched a movie and did a beauty evening. Everything was fine until her boyfriend got home and wanted to spend some ‘quality time’ with her.
You decided to leave and visit you boyfriend and his band members at their dorm.
“Bye Jamie.. see you on tuesday” you said as you left her apartment, she just smiled and waved at you. 
You hated it when your Boyfriend interrupted the two of you but unfortunately you couldn’t do anything about it.

-Meanwhile at the dorm-
“Bro relax it might just be in the-”
“No it’s not in the washing machine I’ve already asked Yunhyeong.”
Hanbin said annoyed, rolling his eyes at Bobby
“Well damn, sorry..” Bobby said sighing going into the livingroom
- Back to you-
You took the bus to the dorm, as you got out you stopped at a 7/11 store and bought some sweets and chips for the boys.
“The cashier will think I only consume junk food.. good thing I don’t care.” You thought, going towards him.
You bought the stuff and went to the dorm.
Hanbin was still freaking out about his lost hoodie, it was his favourite after all.
*riiing~*
You rang the bell, a couple of minutes later Junhoe opened it. 
“Oh Y/n , nice to see- wait is that hanbin’s- “ he said grinning “Come in.”
You thought his reaction to you wearing Hanbin’s hoodie was weird but you didn’t mind, Junhoe has always been a bit strange.
You went to the living room, gave some of the boys some of the snacks and started looking around for hanbin.
“Babe?” You asked looking around. You couldn’t find him anywhere so you decided to look inside his and Bobby’s room.
There he was. Completely exhausted. He looked at you, first he smiled but it soon faded.
“Is that my?!” He literally jumped up and quickly went to you.
“I looked for this the whole evening..” 
Silence.
He looked down at you, smiled again and took your hands which were covered by his sleeves.
“You look beautiful though “ He said pulling you closer.
“Just tell me next time alright?” 
Hanbin would be the type of guy who’d absolutely adore you every time you wear his clothes. He loves it when you wear oversized hoodies or sweatshirts. 

Originally posted by ikonis

Bobby:
“The number you’re trying to reach is not available at the mom-” 
“Oh f*ck off..”
you replied annoyed and hung up. You’ve been calling him for about an hour now.
“What is he so busy wi-” before you even finished your sentence it hit you. 
“his video shoot..” you mumbled to yourself. 
“He’s probably shooting right now” you thought sighing. Bobby hasn’t been at your apartment or the dorm for more than two hours every night to get sleep and it has been like that for about a week now you started getting trust issues but as you suddenly remember that he’s shooting his music video you felt bad and started to worry about his health. 
“He’s probably really exhausted, tired and hungry” You thought.
You got up from your bed, picked out some clothes out of your and bobby’s shared closet and went to the bathroom. You took a shower and got dressed afterwards.
The sleeves of your boyfriends hoodie were covering your hands as the whole thing itself was way too big for your size but you didn’t care about that.
You went out of the bathroom and headed straight to the kitchen with only one thought crossing your mind “I’m gonna make him some kimbap and visit him afterwards.” 
Bobby loved your cooking and little did you know that he missed it.
-Time skip/ 20 minutes-
You finished cooking, put everything in a cute little lunch box and headed outside. You got into your car and drove to the studios that YGE is shooting their videos in.
You stepped outside, locked the car and looked around like a lost puppy. Suddenly there was a staff member. You secretly followed her inside.
“CUT! That was perfect Bobby go take a break for now” the director said. You smiled seeing your boyfriend in action and you stepped closer. 
“Does anyone know this girl?” one of the female staff members asked her colleges with a disapproving look smeared all over her face. The other ones looked at you with the same expression and shook their head.
“Security! Here’s one of these weird fans again!” one of them shouted which immediately caught Bobby’s attention. You looked at Bobby and the both of you immediately locked eyes. It was weird seeing him after a week but you tried to ignore the feeling. Just when you were about to walk towards him, a security guard grabbed your arm roughly.
“Get ou-”
“Don’t touch her like that, do you even know who you’re touching?”
Bobby said slightly angered as the security guard gave him an “What are you talking about expression”
“It’s my girlfriend.”
he quietly said, the security guard immediately loosened his grip and backed off.
“Come over here babe” he said with a warm smile.
You went towards him and the both of you hugged each other.
“You look stunning babe” he whispered but you just laughed it off.
“I didn’t even get rea-”
“I love when you wear hoodies it makes you look cute and puts a smile on my face”

“I made some food for you” you said changing the topic.
“Blunt as always” he laughed taking your hand. 
He led you in a private room where the both of you could share the food in peace.

Originally posted by bobhwa

Jinhwhan:
You were currently at the supermarket, grocery shopping for dinner.
Everyone was staring at you and little kids were laughing. 
“Moohh~” a little girl behind you made a cow noise. You turned around and laughed at her being cute. “Mooh~” you made the sound as well making her laugh.
“Isn’t that y/n?” your heard a familiar voice behind you 
“Yeah i think it is her but those pants..” another familiar voice said..
You curiously looked behind you.
“Oh no for real..” You said recognizing these boys as Junhoe and Chanwoo.
“It’s not what it looks like”
“Y/n you’re wearing cow pants and have a bottle of milk in your hand, making cow sounds what do you mean it’s not what it looks like” Chanwoo said as he bursted out laughing.
You started chuckling too along with the little girl which caught a lot of people’s attention.
“Y/n?” you heard a soft voice next to you.
“Jinhwan” you said smiling and gave him a hug.
“What are you doing here?” you asked curious
“The others wanted to get some snacks” he said, you only nodded as a response
“You like these pants i guess?” he said chuckling 
“They’re comfortable so yeah I do” he nodded as he looks down at your hand.
A grin started forming on his face. “Buying milk in my cow pants are you serious?” he said shaking his head. 
“Like I said it’s not-”
“It’s cute.. if you like these, keep wearing them.” he said kissing your cheek. 
You blushed and smiled.
“Sure.. anyways I’ll cook dinner tonight so we can eat when you get home.”
“Nice than-”
“Jinhwan we’re done are you coming?”
Hanbin shouted.
“Gotta go babe see you later” he said giving you a quick peck on the lips.

Originally posted by ohmikon

Donghyuk:
The both of you were taking a stroll through the park. It was night and the two of you had a beautiful dinner a few hours ago.
“Y/n” he said looking at you. 
You looked him perfectly in the eyes since the both of you have the same height.
“There’s something I’d like you to know”
Your eyes widened and your heart beat got a lot faster. 
“S-Sure what’s wrong?” you said already preparing the answer for his confession.
“You have goosebumps” He stated looking at your arms. 
“Are you for real?” you thought being disappointed about what he said. 
He took off his jacket. 
“wear this It’ll keep you warm..” he said giving you the jacket. It was a bit tight at the back but other than that it was pretty comfortable and kept you warm.
“I guess I’m too chubby for your clothes” you mumbled. He immediately looked you. “Maybe he thinks I’m too fat?” you thought grabbing your belly.
“What are you grabbing your belly for?” He said looking down at your stomach area. You turned away embarrassed. “Don’t hide yourself what’s wrong all of sudden?” 
You just shook your hand and started walking in front of him, completely lost in thought. 
“How embarrassing, for one time a boy wants to give you his jacket and then it doesn’t fit? really?” you thought sighing.
It was a very silent walk from the moment on he gave you his jacket.
“Y/n we’ve almost reached your home” he said as you walked out of the park.
“Oh right..” you said taking of his jacket.
“Is it comfortable?” he asked. You nodded. It was, it was just a bit too tight on the back but other than that it was a good jacket. 
“Then keep it on“ 
You shook your head in response and took it off anyways. 
He came close and put his arms around you.
“Why not.. you looked so pretty in it..” he genuinely said looking into your eyes.
“I-I know you’re not as skinny as the other girls-” he started
“keep quiet I know that I’m not as beautiful as them..” you said looking at your shoes. 
“You’re right.. “
Your heart sank and tears started to build up. 
“You’re way prettier..” he said 
“I love every curve of your body and I love the way you look in my clothes.. “

Originally posted by hanbi-i

Yunhyeong:
“Just a little more salt and some pepper..” Yunhyeong mumbled while cooking in the kitchen. He was currently making your favourite food and he really didn’t want to mess it up.
-Time skip/ 15 minutes-
“It’s burned?” he said sighing.
*key noises* 
“she’s coming..why now” he thought standing helplessly in the kitchen.
You entered the house, completely exhausted from your work at the dog shelter.
“I’m back” you said tired as you made your way to the bathroom. You stripped off your dirty clothes and took a nice relaxing shower.
Once you were done you went to your and Yunhyeong’s shared bedroom, you grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of boxers since they’re really comfortable.
As you made your way to the kitchen you smelled something weird.
“Babe? Is there a fire or something it smells-”
You stopped talking and saw your boyfriend with a sad expression standing in the kitchen. 
“I tried making your favourite food but I forgot to lower the heat of the stove and it bur-”
“Are you wearing my clothes again?” he interrupted himself and started chuckling. 
“I am yes “ 
He shook his head sighing.
“I should start buying men’s clothes for you to wear since you like them so much hm?”
“No.. that’s not it. I like them because they’re yours and they’re comfortable” you answered quietly. He just smiled at that. 
“I guess I have to buy more clothes then so you have a bigger selection” he winked at you.
You went to stand next to him. 
“Stop being silly you idiot and let’s order takeout because that does not look very appealing” you said laughing pulling out your phone.
“At least I tried” he said before the both of you ordered takeout

Originally posted by 1junhoe

Junhoe:
“Can you pick me up please? It’s dark and I promise we’ll buy some food on our way home?” you asked your best friend over the phone.
“Are you serious? where are you even at it’s like 9pm why aren’t you home?” he asked and you could feel the his annoyance.
“I’m sorry I had to study till now with a group of friends.. we have like three upcoming tests. I’m at the cafe next to the national dance academy..” you answered.
*Wind blowing*
“Are you outside?” he asked after hearing the wind noises.
“I am yes.”
“Why don’t you stay in the cafe?”
“It close 30 minutes ago..”
“Are you cold?.” 

“Of course I am.. so are you coming or not?”  you heard him sigh.
“I’ll be there in ten”
-Time skip/ 20 minutes later-
You saw your tall friend walking up to you with a backpack.
You gave him a hug but he just stared at you in shock.
“You went here with a t-shirt? y/n autumn is coming and it’s getting cold..” he said shaking his head.
He opened his backpack and pulled out a zip hoodie and a scarf.
“I thought you at least wear a hoodie I would’ve been here much faster if I knew you were that cold. Put these on” he said giving you his clothes.
You put them on.
“Do I look good now?” you asked smiling.
“Not as good as me but you look acceptable” he winked at you.
“Idiot.” you mumbled.
“Who of us is the idiot here?” he looked down at you with a teasing grin on his face.
“Whatever.” you said annoyed looking away. A few minutes later the wind started blowing again and you started shivering. 
“Come here already beautiful” he quietly said as he pulled you close.
“My clothes look good on you.. but don’t take this as a compliment” he said not looking into you direction. You simply smiled at his obvious compliment.
“Look y/n we can get food over there” he said pointing at a cute small store.
You nodded and went in there. 
The both of you ordered some food and you looked around the store.
The old lady serving you smiled as Junhoe payed the bill. 
“The both of you make a great couple”
“O-Oh no we’re n-” you started clearing things up but got interupted.
“Thanks “ Junhoe said with a slight blush on his cheeks and grabbed your hand with a small grin on his face.

Originally posted by ikonis

Chanwoo:
“I’m sorry that I’m late Mrs. Johnson I missed the bus!” you said as you bursted through the door of your class.
“You need to leave the house much earlier y/n It’s the third time this week!” your teacher scolded you.
You went inside the class, embarrassed and out of breath.
“Isn’t that Chanwoo’s hoodie?” some girls started questioning. You looked around the class as you went to your seat in the corner. 
“It is! what have you been up to you two huh?” some boys started questioning with a grin on their faces.
“Keep it quiet now!” your teacher yelled at the class.
You took a glimpse at Chanwoo who just sat at his chair laughing at the other students. It was embarrassing.
-Time skip/ 30 minutes-
“y/n come to the front and solve this task please” your teacher said after writing something on the board.
“Don’t look at her ass now Chanwoo” you heard a boy say.
You sighed and went to the front. This is hell.
You solved the task and looked at your teacher.
“Very good can you explain how you solved it?” she asked you and you nodded. 
You turned to the class, Chanwoo was staring at you with his usual lovely expression.
“Uhm I-I just..” you started stuttering as soon you had eye contact with Chanwoo so you looked away. You continued explaining and wanted to put the chalk away after you stopped talking but the sleeves of his hoodie were covering your hands. It took you a good two minutes to put it away and when you looked back up you catched Chanwoo chuckling at you.
You blushed and sat back down. 
Another twenty minutes passed and you just sat there daydreaming. 
“Pass this to y/n” you heard some students whisper until the one next to you handed you a sheet of paper. You opened it.
“I’m sorry that they’re being so childish. Don’t be embarrassed, you look even more beautiful in my clothes. “ Your heartbeat got faster and you smiled like an idiot. 
“Pass this one as well” you heard them whisper again and a couple minutes later you received another letter.
“How about we go to this small cafe at the corner after school.. I want to get to know you even more after our little.. session ;) “ you smiled shaking your head.
“Ps: Your hair in the back sticks out” It said at the bottom. You chuckled a bit and desperately waited for the class to be over.


Hey guys I hoped you liked it, thanks for reading. The others will follow soon!
Much love!
-BP

anonymous asked:

May I request a scenario with Oikawa meeting for the first time s/o's parents? Thanks!

Oikawa looked at himself one more time in the review mirror of his car. He checked that his hair was still perfectly combed, and the he showed a big wide smile to himself to make sure his teeth were also in perfect conditions. He got out of the car taking with him the small box of sweet pasties he had bought on his way there just like his mother had recommended it on the phone. His education dictated to never arrive to a house with empty hands, especially his girlfriend’s house.

He saw his reflection on the car, and looked at himself one more time. He was feeling confident, he wasn’t doubting himself nor his capacity to leave a good impression. However, it would be a complete lie to say he wasn’t even a bit nervous. Sometimes a good impression didn’t depend at all on him; there were people who simply couldn’t stand him. His attitude, the way he carry himself around, and even his mannerisms were enough to drive certain people to the edge. He was no stranger to the knowledge he wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

He knocked the door, as he cleared his throat and stood straight. He heard quick steps hitting a wooden floor, and he already knew who was going to open the door. Soon enough, and as he had anticipated, the pretty face of his girlfriend appeared in front of him.  

“You’re on time. That’s good,” she said as she cleared the way letting him enter her house. “You can leave your shoes there.” She pointed the small wooden rack against the wall.

“Right.” He couldn’t help to look around. It was also the first time in his girlfriend’s house and he was more than curious. They’ve been dating for six months, but they lived in the college’s dorms. Their households were still a secret to each other.

Well, not to him anymore. 

Once he was done with his shoes, she took his hand with a bright smile, and pulled him into the corridor. His eyes went immediately to a bunch of pictures hanging on the wall. He gasped softly, and stopped both of them.

“You were so adorable, _____!” he exclaimed. She pulled him again.

“My mother will probably show you these later.”

He only smiled, and gave the pictures one last glance. They arrived to a common tearoom. The walls were a soft cream tone, a short-legged wooden table rested almost in the middle of the room, and around it laid several black zabutons. Both her parents were sitting on one side, and already enjoying some tea.

It was only then when he noticed he wasn’t only a bit nervous, he was completely, and utterly nervous. He smiled somehow controlling the twitch threating to alter the gesture. He bent methodologically calculating every single one of his moves. She presented him, and he said his corresponding greetings. When he stood straight he found out her mother was smiling at him, but her father had a straight face as he lifted his cup to his mouth. Oikawa had to make a great effort to swallow his own saliva.

So he was one of those fathers.

As the hours went, her mother was the one to ask all the questions. She wanted to know all about him, and asked every little thing with a cheery tone. That wasn’t enough to calm him down. It didn’t matter how much the woman talked to him and tried to make him feel at home, the cold-hard and inquisitive gaze her husband was merciless throwing at him was enough to keep him uneasy. In his mind he had planned to act cordial and charming, he would make them see why their daughter was with him.

Instead, he was stiff on his place, and cautions with his every word he said. He would feel random drops of sweat going down his neck every time he had to answer something. He would look at her, but his eyes would flicker towards him trying to find out if he was doing things correctly.

Using his charm was out of the question. Maybe the father would found him as nothing but an obnoxious casanova, who had find his way into his daughter’s heart and were there only to have a good time with her ready to leave after he got what he wanted. His charm could be a double-edge sword.

The conversation in the tearoom thankfully ended when her mother insisted in showing him the house. He gladly accepted. He was sure the tearoom seemed bigger when he entered; progressively the space had felt too small for his likes.

He felt lighter as soon as he was out of the place, and back to the corridor. Just like his girlfriend had adverted, her mother couldn’t resist showing him picture by picture telling him each of the stories.  For a brief moment he forgot about her father. He even teased his girlfriend, as he would usually do, with funny and way over the top comments about her cuteness. She blushed, softly slapped his arm, and pleaded to her mother to end the picture tour.

“Oh, but I could stare at this pictures of you forever, honey,” her mother complained.

“I agree,” added Oikawa. “You’ve been too cute not to stare at since you were a little kid.”

Inevitably, _____ blushed and her mother laughed at the compliment. Oikawa felt a strong sting on his back, and remembered he was being closely observed. His stiffness returned, and he beat his tongue.

‘I shouldn’t have said that’, Oikawa thought.

The calmness he had found was gone as easily as it had come. He was restless again, and he was afraid to turn around. He didn’t want to face those eyes again. Couldn’t he at least tell him something? One thing would be enough. The silent treatment was driving him insane.   

_____ walked down the stairs carrying her luggage. Vacations were over, and they had to go back to college. He had thought that spending his last day of vacation at her house would be a good idea. Get to meet her parents, her house, her world before college, and then they would go together back. But if Oikawa had to resume his whole visit to his girlfriend’s house, it would be stressful, horribly, horribly stressful.

Her mother hugged him tightly, and let him know he was always welcome at their house. At least he had won one of two of her parents. He embraced himself and with a straight face he shook her father’s hand.

“Thank you for everything. I had a great time,” Oikawa told him.

Her father nodded, and sighted. “Take care of her.”

It took him a couple of seconds to respond. He had momentarily entered a shock state. “Y-yes, sir. I will, I promise,” he answered.

Her father nodded again, and waved a hand as they walked down the street to his car.

“Bye, dad, mom! I love you both!” she shouted one more time at them before he opened the copilot’s door for her.

“Was that his approval? Did he approve me?” Oikawa asked ____. She putted the belt on, and looked at him. He had his eyes glued to her house.

“Yes. I think my father approved you.”

Oikawa sighted loudly, and he dropped himself dramatically on his seat. “Thank god.”

——

Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it! 

                The door opens, revealing the dark haired woman sitting at her desk and sewing a rip in one of her shirts. “You know, Gideon could make you a new one of those.”

                Amaya looks up, smiling slightly. “I know, but I like this one.” She shrugs, “besides, it gives me something to do between missions.” She tilts her head curiously, “But I doubt you came to discuss my pastime Captain.”

                Sara smiles, approaching the desk. “No, I came to ask about a video you have from last night?”

                “Ah,” she glances at Sara’s hand, then back up. “So you still don’t remember then?”

                Sara shakes her head, “Not really, just small flashes.”

                “So you called it off?” she asks hesitantly.

                “Leonard did, actually.” Amaya looks surprised, but Sara waves it off. “He doesn’t want me locked into something I don’t remember.” Her eyes drift to the ring on her finger, smile tugging at her lips. “So he proposed instead.”

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Subject 001   |  Heero Yuy  | < 2000 Words

Part One:

Heero waited and watched from the darkness of the nearby park as the fires were extinguished by the fire department. He watched horrified men, women and children huddled together nearby as they watched their homes burn and perish in the flames.

Hours had passed. The people had been taken away. Fences had been erected to keep people away from the rubble until the blast was completely investigated. The ash from the fires that burned wildly a couple of hours before had collected in the climate control systems overhead and was now trickling down to the ground like snow, covering the debris with a thin layer of gray soot.

He hadn’t moved. When the emergency crews arrived he should have fled. He could have been caught. It was the right thing to do. He couldn’t risk his mission. It was what he was trained to do, but something told him to stay. He had to see her. He had to know if she was okay.

He had seen everyone who had come out of the apartment building alive. There were men, women and children alike. But not her. She wasn’t among them.

He wasn’t saddened by this. He wasn’t disturbed or upset. He didn’t feel anything except a slight anxiety. He had to see her. He didn’t know why, he just had to.

Once all of the rescue personnel and response crews had gone he climbed the fence and began his search. Calmly he walked through the still steaming rubble searching for her. He had watched them extract a few bodies from the wreckage but none seemed to fit her description. He searched under slabs of cement and dug through flickering piles of ember for any sign of her but there was nothing.

Maybe she wasn’t home, he rationalized. However, just as he had decided this something caught his eye.

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Words: 2,132
Dean x Reader
Warnings: angst, anxiety, description of loss of family members
Requested by sunkitchi (“Hi! This is my first time actually submitting a request and I was wondering if you could do a Dean x Reader oneshot where Dean finds out that Reader has an intense crippling fear of thunderstorms?”) and shesgotnoworriesintheworld (Song fic based on Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars).

Your name: submit What is this?

”How’s the research coming?” Dean kicked the door closed behind him, arms filled with a case of beer and a paper grocery sack.

”Uggggggh,” you groaned and put your head down dramatically on the book that was splayed open in front of you.

Dean chuckled at the action. “You look like you could use a beer,” he said, setting the load of snacks down on the remaining space on the table that wasn’t occupied by piles of paper with your scribbles or stacks of old books.

You rubbed your hands over your face. “What I could use is some time out of this frickin’ hotel room. Sometimes I wonder if I should get trained up to go on the actual hunts with you guys,” you said, standing and stretching. “Research really isn’t as glamorous as it sounds.”

Dean frowned as he watched you sit down on the end of one of the beds and start pulling on your boots, starting to lace them up. “Yeah. But research is much safer than the actual hunts,” he said. He shut the door to the mini-fridge after he crammed the case of beer inside.

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Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook react to : Liking a girl but having trouble talking to her because her Korean isn’t very good pt.2

Requested by an anon: So i really liked that reaction in which they tried flirting with a non-korean speaker and even though I didn’t request it i was wondering if you could maybe do a part 2 with yoongi, tae, and kookie?

THE TEXT THAT IS IN BOLD AND ITALIC IS IN KOREAN , THE ONE THAT’S NORMAL IS ENGLISH AND THE ONE THAT IS ONLY IN ITALIC IS THEIR THOUGHTS

YOONGI:(He’s in his favorite coffee shop looking at you)

YG:’Fuck I really like her but she doesn’t even know me, how the fuck am I supposed to talk to her’ Fuck it, let’s give this a shot *walks towards your seat in the coffee shop
Y/N: ‘Hmm that cute guy from before is coming towards me!!! OMFG HE’S SO CUTE ACT NATURAL Y/N!!’*burns her tongue with her coffee* Oww  ‘Real smooth dumbass’
YG: ‘Ahh she’s so cute’ Uh may I sit here?
Y/N: ‘Fuck I have no idea what the fuck he said so let’s just nod and find out’
*nods*
YG: My name is Min Yoongi it’s nice to meet you, what’s your name? *smiles*
Y/N: What the fuck is he saying?….. 
YG: ‘Did she just curse at me in english?’
Y/N: ‘Fuck I said that out loud’ Ahh I’m sorry but I don’t speak korean
YG:‘  Fuck how do I ask her out if she can’t understand me?’ Umm are you a f-foreigner?
Y/N:‘Aww his english is so cute’ Yes, I am a foreigner
YG:Uhh would y-you like…. date with me?
Y/N: ‘Is he asking me out?’ On a date?… Sure let me give you my number *writes down the number on a napkin and hands it to him* There you go, I have to go now but call me to have that date*winks at Yoongi and leaves the shop*
YG: ‘Fuck yes I fucking got her number’ *Smug AF* -A little kid is looking a Yoongi as if he were a weirdo- What ?
LITTLE KID: *Just keeps staring at Yoongi*
YG: Kid I’m gonna teach you my ways to scoring the girl okay… First thing is ….. You need some $3 chains ….


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

TAEHYUNG:(You’re at a  party and he’s been staring at you for a while now)

TH:’ Hmm she’s alone now’s my chance’*walks towards the beautiful lady* *clears throat* What’s a beautiful girl like you doing all alone here? *gives you his famous boxy smile*
Y/N: ‘ God damn he’s hot but what the fuck did he say?I don’t speak korean, only english*frowns*
TH: ‘Fuck that’s not korean :(’ ‘English huh? this is what happens when you don’t pay attention to Namjoon’s english classes’ Uhh I have your number?
Y/N:You have my number?? Why I don’t even know you?
TH:No, no, no  you give me your number?
Y/N:Ahh you’re asking for it…*motions him to give you his phone*
TH:Oh*hands over his phone*
Y/N: *saves number in his phone* There you go *smiles*
TH: *Looks for you in  his contacts* Y-Y/N? 
Y/N:Yup, that’s me, You’re very cute you know that? *winks*
TH: Ahaha*starts blushing*

Originally posted by chokemejimin

Originally posted by jeonsshi

JUNGKOOK: (He’s finally able to go to a club and he’s felling confident as fuck)

JK:*Sees you getting a drink at the bar thingy* I’ll be back guys *smirks and starts going towards you*
Y/N: *Grabs drink* Thank you *smiles* 
JK:’Ohh is that english I hear hmm ’ *taps on your shoulder* Hey baby my name’s Jungkook *smug as fuck*
Y/N: *turns around to see who is tapping her shoulder*‘Damn this guy is fucking hot ohh he speaks english too?’ *Laughs* Okay then Jungkook my name is Y/N*Smiles*
JK:’okay so she speaks fluent english then huh?’ ‘Let’s keep our cool and keep talking’ Hey so I like you 
Y/N: ‘WTF straight forward lol’ Don’t you think it’s a little soon to be saying that because like is a strong word for someone you jut met?
JK: *stares blankly at you* … Pardon…
NAMJOON: *SCREAMING ALL THE WAY FROM WHERE THEY’RE SITTING* PARDON!!

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Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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GIFS ARE NOT MINE

Everybody Loves a Clown - Part 2

Word Count: 2873

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader like…so soon you could reach out and touch it. 

Warnings: CLOWNS- FUCK CLOWNS, Language (obviously)

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Series Rewrite Masterlist


“You’ve gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?” Dean asked rolling his eyes. Sam was sitting with the research open in his lap and you were rewrapping your ribs.

“Yeah.” You said. “He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces actually.”

“And this family was at some carnival that night?”

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anonymous asked:

First time with Louis and your a virgin

So I was going to write a Zayn blurb, but when you’re a writer and you have inspiration for something you write it before it leaves. I will post a Zayn blurb soon. I suppose it’s a Louis kind of day. Also, I thought this was going to be better than it is, so I apologize in advance.


I sneak into his car’s cracked leather seat / The smell of gasoline in the summer heat… / …It’s all too sweet to last / It’s alright / And I put myself in his hands… / …And you / Maybe you’ll remember me / What I gave is yours to keep / In white houses.

You bit your lip as you drove through your old town. It had been nearly six years since you had been back. But you were back, your friend was having a bridal shower so you had no choice. Not that you minded. You did like it here. But there were just a lot of memories and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to remember them.

Passing all the familiar sights started to become a lot. Pulling to the side of the road you got out and almost immediately someone said hello to you and that you looked amazing and you were just so beautiful and no longer the little girl they knew.

It was overwhelming so you started walking about. The shower wasn’t for another few hours so you planned on walking around anyway—you didn’t plan on bumping into the same familiar people.

And it hurt. It ached to see that while you disappeared from this beautiful town, nothing had changed.

Nothing but you.

School took over your life for four years. You had gone to big exciting places traveling all over America, leaving behind all of this. But now you were twenty two. You were home and you had to admit there was something to say about a non-changing environment while the rest of the world was spinning.

You just hoped you wouldn’t see him.

But you didn’t have that kind of luck…and you should have known that.

*

You ended up in your old neighborhood. The small cookie cutter buildings, with the cute flowers and fences. Little kids were staring at you and you knew a couple, they had gotten so big. Then there were some younger ones that you had never met; that saddened you a lot. You smiled at them as you parked outside your old house. You knew your mum was away (as she had just seen you in the states) but you were back here and this was all so odd.

So you parked, got out and watched as a few little ones raced over. “You’re home!” A little girl screamed and flew into your arms. You grinned. “Hello, babes,” you cooed kissing her cheek. “I missed you little one,” you smiled. “How are you?” You asked.

They all started rambling about what’s going on and you were giggling as they told you about school before the older ones started looking to see why the little ones in the neighborhood were gathering at your house.

You heard a scream—your name tied to Louis’.

Your heart jumped into your throat as Daisy and Phoebe Tomlinson bolted from their home and came to say hello to you. They felt you were there oldest sister—technically, you were like their sister-in-law. You were Louis’ best friend. And they loved you.

You hugged each of them and as the oldest of the group in front of you, they introduced the little ones. Just three and younger. You crouched down to the tiny ones and told one you liked his shoes because they lit up and another that you liked her shirt because it had a purple cat on it.

“Hey beautiful,” he said. You looked up, met Louis’ bright, smiling blue eyes. He looked so amazing—like a man. And you thought he was much of a man when you last saw him. The two of you had been in your last year of high school and he was taking care of four younger girls and helping them get through life. He was very manly to you. So to see 22 almost 23 year old Louis, with no longer a bit of a bowl cut look—more of a feathery, spiky, bedhead look. He had stubble along his cheeks and over his upper lip. He was beautiful. “What no hug for me?” He wondered.

The little ones all seemed to hold their breath. Like they all knew that you were mum and dad of the neighborhood and it was important that the two of you hug. So you stood up and wrapped your arms around him. Louis smelled the same as he did four years ago, and again you were overwhelmed with how amazing it was to find things unchanged when everything else was changing.

*

Louis honestly could have cared less if you had a date or not. He had a date, but she had an early curfew—something about being able to do more stuff closer to graduation. Your date, supposedly some prince of princes was going to make your fairy tale prom come true. You should have known all along that Louis was your prince. But that’s the thing about high school—you make mistakes and you learn who’s there for you when you need them most.

So when you left the venue and sat on the picnic tables outside and you stared up at the sky bitterly cursing all those teen movies you and Louis watched growing up. “Hey babe, what are you doing?” Louis asked.

“Thinking,” you mumbled.

“Don’t do that, that’s not fun. You should be having fun,” he sat beside you, his head perching on your shoulder as he smirked up at you. “What’s the matter?”

“My date’s a dick,” you grumbled. He nodded.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s alright, you still have me,” he promised and sat up to peck your cheek.

You couldn’t help but smile because through 18 years Louis was still here. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“What’s really wrong, babe?” He wondered.

You shook your head. “It’s stupid,” you told him.

He sucked his lip into his mouth. He thought he already knew, because you said it once after one of the many stupid chick flicks you watched. And when Louis finally told you he had sex for the first time he saw the look on your face. It was the same look now. “You don’t wanna do that,” he whispered quietly. “Especially not with him,” he contended.

You looked at him and closed your eyes before biting your lip and leaning against your best friend and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Will you take us home?” You asked.

He nodded. “Of course, darling,” he whispered.

The two of you walked hand-in-hand to his car and it wasn’t awkward, the two of you had been friends since diapers. There were no secrets. It was just you two when you were together. Nothing else.

*

You were letting the wind blow through your hair as you shouted the lyrics to your favorite songs while Louis drove and drove for miles. You laughed and he laughed as well. Everything was so free and amazing because he didn’t want to go home just yet. Not that you minded.

And so that’s how you ended up parked in a hidden pull off on the empty country road beneath some trees but still had a view of the stars through the sunroof.

Suddenly your mouth was on Louis’. His hands were all over your body, pulling your dress off and getting you comfortable against the back seat of his car. His lips hardly left yours, but if they did it was only to say “I love you,” and “You’re so beautiful.” His fingers were stroking your skin gently, everywhere. He couldn’t touch you enough. It was all he wanted to do.

Nothing felt awkward, rushed, or uncomfortable when you unbuttoned the seemingly hundreds of buttons it took to get Louis into this stupid tux but once it was off—and you were no stranger to your best friend shirtless—it was all very real. And yet you still kept going.

Louis didn’t want to stop either. And so you didn’t.

He quietly whispered logistics and told you to just say the word and it all stops and that more than anything, he loves you and wants you to be safe and comfortable.

And he promised with everything in his heart that this was safe and comfortable.

You nodded and his lips pressed to yours again. It was amazing to kiss your best friend. It should have been exotic, but back in the third grade the two of you wanted to know what French kissing was so you looked it up online—and then you were both grounded from screen time for three weeks, but you think it was well worth it, because you were very certain Louis kissed like a pro.

His hands were warm and he gently pulled your thighs from each other and he settled between your legs before he gazed into your eyes longingly. “I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Don’t ever forget that, yeah?” He asked.

“I love you too, Louis,” you whispered breathlessly.

It was everything you wanted to be and more.

*

Louis managed to get the blanket he had in the backseat around you so you would be freezing when he pulled away. He rubbed your arm, kissing your forehead and letting his heart settle. As soon as it was settled, he wanted to tell you that he was never going to stop loving you and that everything in the world was going to be wonderful because the two of you were meant to be together for the rest of your lives. You were the lucky kinds of people that know their true loves for their entire lives.

But then Louis remembered that you were going far away—off and away from him and he almost lost it right then. But you were still holding his hand and clinging to him. So he didn’t say anything, even though he was breaking.

*

Until the next day and he said that the night before was a mistake. And yeah, he shouldn’t have started with that, but your entire body froze, you felt dirty and terrible. You wanted to kill Louis for making you so vulnerable. For taking something from you—something he didn’t even bother to give you (not that it was really his fault, but you were angry, irrationally angry). Still, you didn’t speak to Louis for a long time.

Not the following day.

Not the day you left for university in the states.

Not until you returned home, four years later.

*

After introductions, saying hello to a few of your neighbors, Louis was in your home with you. He was smirking as he looked at the pictures of the two of you spread about the house. While was now one of seven, you had been an only child. But being in your mother’s house and looking at the pictures, you never would have known. “You look amazing,” he whispered.

You blushed. “Thank you. So do you,” you said politely. It felt awkward, and maybe that’s what bothered you most because it was never supposed to be awkward. Not with Louis. That was the entire basis of your friendship. But what were you supposed to say? Hey, I know you regret taking my virginity, but I can’t exactly ask for it back…so…do you still regret it?

“What did you end up majoring in?” He asked.

“Developmental psychology,” you told him.

“Yeah?” He smiled. “You did it,” he said. It sounded like he was proud and it made your heart flutter.

You nodded. “Yeah, I did…and you?”

“Music management.” You laughed and then covered your mouth. Louis loved when you did that. It made him think of all the laughs you shared. “Why are you laughing at me?” He pouted cutely. And you didn’t mean to but he was just so cute and you were so proud of him.

“Nothing, I’m just proud of you, is all,” you shrugged. Louis wasn’t that impressed with himself but your pride meant the world to him and he almost lost it right then.

He was beaming. “So you’re back for the shower, right?” He asked. “Mum’s been talking about it,” he shrugged.

You nodded. “Yup, shower today. Wedding in a couple weeks, and then I’m starting at the clinic; it’s very exciting.”

Louis’ ears perked up. “You’re living here?” He asked.

You bit your lip. “Yes.”

“So you’re actually back?” He wondered his eyes were so hopeful.

You nodded. “For the foreseeable future, yes. Although, I might commute in from a town over or something.”

“Why would you do that?” He questioned his eyebrows pinched together.

“Well, I don’t really wanna be here,” you admitted.

He pouted. He didn’t even try to hide it. Why would he? You were his best friend. He couldn’t hide from you anyway.

“Why not?”

You didn’t look at him for a few moments before you glanced at him. “I have a lot of memories that are unfortunately burned to my head from this town that I wish I could forget. If I stay here, they’re just going to fester and make me madder until I resent this place,” you explained coolly.

Louis wasn’t an idiot. He knew you meant him. He wished with all his heart he could fix this. He imagined a world in which the two of you stayed together, even through school and everything else. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He wondered. He’d only had three girlfriends since you were gone. The longest only of nine months. And they broke up a year before you returned. Louis liked being single—mostly because he knew that there really was no one else.

“No. Not anymore. He didn’t want to do long distance,” you shrugged. “I’m unfortunately used to that.”

His head snapped up. “Used to that?” He repeated.

“With you…stupid,” you added the insult for good measure.

Me?” He practically gasped. “You wanted to date me?

“Um. Yes.” Obviously.

Louis didn’t speak, he didn’t move, you weren’t even sure if he was breathing. But then all at once you were pressed to your fridge, some pictures from school falling off the magnets and fluttering to the floor. “You wanted to date me and you just left?” He asked pressing his torso flat to yours.

You blushed, your breath catching and you nodded. “But you regretted having sex with me, and taking my virginity,” you mumbled. The entire time he was shaking his head and the more you spoke the worse you felt. Like everything was a huge, huge mistake.

His heart shattered again because of you and he thought he was going to crumple to the floor. “No, no, baby, I regretted it because you were leaving me,” he practically whine. “Oh darling,” he moaned and started to kiss the side of your face and neck. “Goddammit.”

Your heart was sprinting. “Y-you?” You stammered. Your eyes filling with tears. All that time wasted without someone who loved you as much as Louis did. “Louis,” you croaked and gently lifted your arms until you were holding him tight.

He couldn’t wait any longer, so he didn’t. He crushed his mouth to yours, his heart bouncing in his tummy and nothing felt so good and perfect. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your lips and he lifted your legs up to wrap around his hips. Once you were firmly wrapped around him, his hands were gently cupping your bum holding you around him as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom.

He had you on your back, his forehead pressed to yours as he looked through you. It had been so long since he got to gaze at you and see through you, get to your soul, and just figure you all out.

“You’re so stupid,” he teased with a small smirk. “Of course I was happy to lay my best friend,” he winked.

You snorted. “You’re a pig,” you said shaking your head. “You weren’t even that good,” you mumbled.

You could swear that his eyes changed colors at that. “Oh, baby girl, you have no idea what you’ve done.”

You giggled and bit your lip as you tugged his lips back to yours. “Hopefully I incited something that I won’t regret.”

He grinned and kissed you again. “M’still so in love with you, even after all this time,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Louis. Probably for the rest of my life,” you said quietly.

He smiled happily. “Good.”