Okay but Keith would kill a bitch if those words were posted publicly, so there’s that. I can give a hint though:
First time we discovered it was a thing for him, we were just playing around in the showers at the gym. I tried it as a joke and I thought he’d laugh and throw a shampoo bottle at me or something. But he just froze staring at me, bright red. I kept going and he made this little idk kinda whimpering sound, like a moan but if he couldn’t catch his breath. Probably the most hectic I’ve ever seen him, we had to take care of it right there.
Maybe the dirtiest/kinkiest thing I’ve done in a place where anybody could walk in too but tbh I’m down for whatever makes his voice go higher than mine.
Jeongguk x Reader Genre: Suggestive
Smut + Fight me Jeon High School AU, RichKid!Jungkook, Asshole!Jungkook Based on this vine by @1randomkpop, this is two weeks
delayed, IM SORRY BUT ENJOY.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
I tapped my pen on the desk impatiently staring blankly at
the paper in front of me. Class had started hours ago however my mind was still
lost and distracted. I looked around the classroom at the familiar faces of my
classmates. They all looked uninterested at whatever the professor was talking
about. They all were waiting for something too. They were waiting for class to
end. Hell, probably every person in this
room was counting down the seconds till the class ended.
Every person, except me.
I was counting down the seconds till still I saw him again.
The door to the classroom clicked open causing my head to
snap in its direction. As if my thoughts were heard he walked in, head held
high, a small smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair perfectly
styled, not a strand out of place. His uniform perfectly crisp, his shoes
polished. His appearance didn’t provide hints on what he was doing that caused
him to be late. Or should I say who
he was doing.
His eyes raked the classroom almost as if he was searching
for something. His gaze met mine and then shifted to the empty seat in front of
me. For a fraction of a second, it looked like his smirk grew but as quickly as
it had, it disappeared. He held my gaze as he walked towards me, not even
blinking as his hand reached up to straighten his already perfected tie. My
gaze wandered to his hand adjusting the tie. The flash of his golden Rolex
through the cuffs of his shirt caused heat to pool at the pit on my stomach. I
clenched my legs tightly, gulping in process. I looked back towards his gaze
only to see his smirk returned. He winked at me so swiftly it was almost as
if I had imagined the whole thing.
My jaw slacked as he wordlessly sank down into the seat in
front of me. I couldn’t see his face but I knew the smirk was still present on
Two can play this game Jeon, and you just declared war.
I narrowed my eyes staring intently at the back of his head.
His posture was perfectly straight as he listened to every word the teacher was
saying with undivided attention. A small smirk of my own emerged on my face, I
quickly unfastened the top-most button of my shirt, readjusting it. I licked my
lips and crossed one of my long legs causing it to hit the back of Jeongguk’s
I gasped dramatically when he turned around and stared at me
questioningly. His gaze unnerving as it locked with mine. I leaned forward, my
gaze still fixed with his. His eyes smoothly shifted from my face to my
revealing cleavage and back. As I placed my hand on his back, my fingernails
raking the fabric gently, I noticed him visibly gulp.
“I’m so sorry
Jeon,” I said, biting my lip in order to hold back my smirk. His gaze shifted
from my hand to my face and back before he nodded and wordlessly turned around.
I frowned, I was expecting more of a reaction than that. I
huffed and crossed my arms returning to my previous activity of glaring at his
back. Suddenly, his perfect posture slacked and he leaned back in his chair,
his hand raking through the back of his hair, his head bent forward. His new
posture exposed the back of his neck. I leaned forward unconsciously making it
seem as if I was taking notes, my gaze transfixed on his neck. I felt a sudden
rush of possessiveness flow through me as I noticed a kiss mark on his neck. I
gritted my teeth pressing my pencil too hard on my notebook causing it to
As I stared blankly
at the broken tip of my pencil another smirk played on my lips. I sharpened my
pencil and then leaned a bit forward to blow off the bits of dust on the pencil
point. I blew with a little extra force causing my warm breath to cascade along
Jeongguk’s neck. He shivered, a barely audible groan escaping his lips. He
turned around to stare at me once again, his gaze questioning. I parted my lips
letting a small gasp escape my lips.
“Oops,” I whispered and held up my pencil to show him what I
was doing, suddenly the pencil slipped from my fingers and slide across the
desk. Both of us watched it fall, not attempted to stop it’s course. The pencil
fell right next to his foot. My gaze snapped to his and I tilted my head at
him, silently asking him to return my pencil.
His bent down lower than necessary to pick up the pencil,
his head practically ducking down under the desk. I watched him as his fingers
grasped the pencil and then as his gaze fell on my bare legs. The school’s uniform
had allowed him a fantastic view. His eyes raked painstakingly slow along my
legs and the rest of my body until they met my gaze. He straightened his
posture and handed me my pencil. My fingers brushed against his causing a
sudden charge of energy to flow through me.
“Thank you,” I said softly, trying to pull my pencil from
his grasp. He held it tighter, the back of his his thumb running along the
inside of my palm.
“No, thank you.” He smirked back at me, suddenly he letting
go of the pencil and turning back around in his seat.
“By the way,” I leaned forward in my seat to whisper in his
ear, I ran my hand along the back of his neck, where the kiss mark was located,
“you missed spot.”
As I was retracting my hand and retrieving back into my
seat, his hand shot out and grabbed mine. He turned in his seat, his playful
gaze met mine, his signature smirk on his lips.
“You jealous baby?” He said licking his lips as he looked
between my lips and my eyes.
“Yes,” I said calmly causing him look at me dumbfounded, “of
her lipstick shade. Ask her and let me know, okay babe?”
I pulled my hand out of his grasp as I winked at him causing
him to roll his eyes and turn back around in his seat.
The loud ringing of the lunch bell caused me to jolt in my
seat. Everyone scrambled to their feet, rathering their belongings and rushing
out the door. Everyone except Jeongguk and I. We took our time, until we were
the only ones left in the classroom, even the teacher had left. Our eyes didn’t
meet but we seem to be aware of the other’s presence. Our hands busy gathering
our things, but also aware of the other’s actions.
As I straightened up grabbing my backpack, I noticed
Jeongguk had stopped his movements and was currently sitting on the desk. His
legs spread apart, arms crossed observing me. His eyes raked my figure
shamelessly, not even bothering to hide the evident lust that was coursing
through his being.
My gaze drifted between him and the open door. I licked my
lips and walked slowly towards the entrance. My hands slowly grasped the door,
eyes scanning the empty hallway as I silently shut it. I turned around slowly
and lifted my gaze to meet his.
Jeongguk tilted his head and smirked at me, raking his
fingers through his hair. I bit my lip silence observing his actions. His gaze
examined my body from the curve of chest to the length of my legs and back
again. His hand unconsciously reached
towards his tie fixing it. As his gaze met mine a small smile played on my
“I have a theory,” I said dropping my bag beside the door, I
cross my arms and lean against the door. Jeongguk’s eyes drift to the swelling of
my chest caused by my gesture and his hand fixed his tie yet again.
“Go on,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me, I smirked
pushing myself off the door and walking towards him,
“I think you fix your tie every time a dirty thought crosses
your mind,” I say expressionlessly. Jeongguk stares at me, unblinkingly and
suddenly bursts out laughing.
“You’re definitely not like any of the other girls I’ve ever met.” He says, his hands rubbing against his thighs as he stares at me. I walk
towards him slowly making his gaze travel down to the length of my legs until I
stand between his legs.
“This uniform is very becoming on you, Jeon,” I said
grasping his tie, his eyes rake upwards from my legs painstakingly slow,
meeting my gaze, “but then I would be too.”
His hands reached forward and grabbed my hips, his fingers
spaced digging into my skin through the fabric.
“Don’t you want lunch, [Y/N]?” he murmured, leaning forward,
his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of my lower tummy through the light
uniform shirt. My hand reached up to stroke the side of his face lovingly.
“I’d rather have y-“ before I could finish my sentence he
crashed his lips against mine. As soon as our lips touched, my entire body
jolted awake. There was nothing loving about the way Jeongguk was kissing me. This was a
battle, a battle for dominance. As my fingers ran through his hair roughly
ruining it’s untouched state, his hands roamed my body. His hands searched
until the finally grasped my ass under my skirt, squeezing it. His suddenly
rough contact with my bare skin caused a squeal to escape me. As my mouth
opened for him, he tilted his head, slipping his tongue in-between my lips. His
lips curved into a small smirk as a low moan erupted from me. His hands cradled
my face, as his kisses grew slower, more passionate. Almost sweet.
No, this wasn’t supposed
to be sweet.
I smirked against his lips and leaned my hands forward to
rest against his thighs. His lips stopped moving against mine as I drifted my
hand closer towards his belt. I grabbed his belt and pulled a centimeter away
from his lips, allowing my gaze to meet his. I grasped his tie tightly with my other hand.
“Fucking kiss me like I’m
your enemy Jeon, this isn’t paradise, it’s our war zone.”
was always seen as the good boy, but you quickly realize that that is not quite
piece contains sexually explicit details. Read with discretion.
intoxicated person cannot give sexual consent. I have chosen to include a party
scene that includes drinking but the characters portrayed are NOT drunk. I do not condone behavior
that includes a person under the influence giving ‘consent.’ Also: always use
is literally 100% unedited because I’m posting this while I still have wifi at
this café. I’M SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS IN GRAMMAR AND OR SPELLING.
Kim Taehyung was always seen as the good boy. You saw
him that way, and frankly, so did everyone else. He had straight A’s, a kind
demeanor, and a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. To everyone on the
outside looking in, it was a mystery how he had ended up with the six other
delinquents that he was always surrounded by.
However, things had drastically turned around in the
span of one night, and as Kim Taehyung himself plowed into you from behind,
whispering dirty little things into your ear, everything seemed to make more
sense and things clicked into place.
Kim Taehyung was not the good boy that everyone had
This is a fanfiction inspired by a headcanon I sent to @writergrump, which morphed into a full thing. This is the first time I’ve ever written a fanfiction, so if you have anything you want to point out to help me in the future, feel free to message me! It has a really rushed ending I guess, but I tried.
Dan’s eyes glossed over the screen of the television. They had just finished recording more episodes than usual, given the fact that they would both be gone for a month for a well needed vacation. Dan turned to his friend, who was rubbing his eyes as he turned off the capture and microphones.
They’d known each other for a very long time now. Dan knew that he had feelings for the other man that were…not the way normal friends thought of each other. He realized this a few months ago, freaked out, and poured his heart out to Brian, who was more than happy to listen. He talked it out with Suzy, who even encouraged it. But he was terrified of confessing. He didn’t know how it even happened-maybe the flirting got to him? All he knew was that everytime he thought of his co-host, he thought of that beautiful body, his amazing face and wonderful personality. Lately it felt like all he could do during sessions was stare at Arin and take every single drop of him in, staring at his lips, resisting the urge to lean in and kids him with all his might-
“You okay there, buddy?” Arin lifted up an eyebrow and looked at Dan, his voice concerned but laced with amusement.
“I’m fine,” he replied, giving him a lopsided smile. “Just tired. These sessions have been really exhausting me lately.”
“Well, our vacation is coming up, so you have that to look forward to.” Arin stood up and stretched, his shirt lifting up barely enough to see his stomach. Dan gazed at him lovingly.
“Tu es beau.”
Dan blinked. What did he just say? Why did he say it in French? Did he just call Arin beautiful….infront of the man himself? What was wrong with him?
“I…what? I’m sorry, I wasn’t-it’s nothing.” Dan put on a convincing smile.
Arin shot Dan a look. “Alright, ‘Mr. French, ’ let’s wrap things up.” Dan’s face heated at the nickname.
Day lay on top of the bed, hands pressing hard on his eyes. He was so stupid, as if he could be more subtle about his gigantic crush on his best friend. At least Arin couldn’t understand him. He really needed to work on not saying shit out loud.
They were taking a lunch break, sitting down at the table across from each other. Arin, noticing Dan hadn’t said anything in the past half hour, looked up, staring at Dan. He was in dreamland, looking down at the table, smiling sheepishly, supposedly at nothing.
“Dan?” He called. Dan’s smile disappeared and he looked up.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
Arin continued staring. He could swear he saw a red tint appear on Dan’s face, but he quickly looked back down.
“I’m…worried. About you,” he started, choosing his words carefully. Dan was the type to insist he was fine on the worst days, the type that didn’t want anyone making any fuss about him.
“What about me?” Dan looked back up, his curls bouncing at the quick movement, chewing on his sandwhich.
“I don’t know, dude. You’ve been spacing out a lot, is all. Is everything alright? You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Well…” Dan started, his mind screaming in protest. “It’s just that…I can’t explain it,” he lied. “Or, I, erm, rather not talk about it, I mean.” Whew. Close one. His brain-to-mouth filter almost stopped working there.
“Okay. Now I’m worried even more.” Arin reached his hand across the small table, danced his fingers up Dan’s hand, and laced their fingers together. Dan searched Arin’s eyes-pure worry.
“I’m just extremely exhausted, dude. I seriously can’t think straight.” That was certainly true (of course he can’t think straight).
“I’m working you too hard,” Arin frowned, still holding Dan’s hand. He stood up, pulled Dan’s arm. Dan started to protest as Arin walked him over to the couch, sitting down, gesturing for Dan to do the same.
“Come on. You need to rest, dude.” Arin say sideways, legs spread, and pulled Dan down, to where he was in the middle of Arin’s lap. He grabbed his shoulders, pulling them down, so Dan’s back was on his chest. He snaked an arm around his waist.
“You’re my snuggleman, and I want to snuggle anyways, so you have to cuddle with me.” Dan looked up, his face flushed, and gave a weak smile.
It wasn’t until 20 minutes later, when Arin assumed Dan was asleep, that he heard mumbling. He looked down, saw Dan’s mouth moving. He could barely make out what he was saying.
“Je pense toujours à toi…tu me rends heureux.”
He must be dreaming, Arin thought to himself. Dan didn’t seem that he was aware he was even talking right now. Poor guy. Either that, or he was just extremely delusional, given the fact he was mumbling things in French. God damn, Dan was adorable. Everything he did made Arin love him more.
“Arin.” His thoughts were interrupted, his eyes gazing down. Dan looked up and met his eyes. He broke into a smile. He was obviously still very tired. It seemed like he didn’t even know what he was saying.
“Je veux être avec toi.”
“I, uh, can’t really understand you, buddy.”
Dan’s eyes widened and he froze. He turned completely around and slowly brought his hands up to Arin’s chest, and lifted himself up.
“I feel really sick, Arin. Can I go home?” He asked as he sat up. Arin’s brows knitted together.
“I have to go, Arin. I’m sorry. We’ll get a head start on tomorrow’s session, I promise. Shit. I’m sorry,” he stuttered. As Dan collected his things and left, all arin could think about was that phrase.
“Jeh…voo..eh..treh..aveh..twah?” Arin spoke into the microphone. Dammit. He was sure he was missing a word or two. While the search results loaded, Arin thought about what made Dan suddenly tense. He looked back at his phone screen, and he could swear his heart stopped beating for a good ten seconds.
‘Translating: Identified language: French to: English. I want to be with you.’
He swallowed. Dan didn’t mean that, right? He scrolled down, looking for another result. That couldn’t be it-Dan was mister heterosexual, the man who used to constantly remind everyone that he was straight. Arin stopped and his fingers rested on a website: '10 Loving Phrases In French.’
He clicked. He swiped down, and as he read the phrases, he swore he’d heard them before. His eyes stopped on one.
'Tu es beau (masc.)- you are beautiful.’ He remembered.
Dan walked into the office the next day, his mind set on not having the conversation about why he left so suddenly yesterday. He approached Arin’s desk, and told him he would be waiting in the recording room. Arin grabbed ahold of his hand, and stood up.
“Anata to issho ni itai desu.” He stuttered, his face turning red. Dan gaped, what was he saying? Arin looked up, and a smirk appeared on his face.
“I-I turned the tables on you. Can you guess what that means, lover boy?”
Dan, realizing what Arin had said, practically melted into his arms. He wrapped his arms around his waist and burrowed his face into his neck.
“How long?” Arin asked, bringing his hands up to Dan’s hair.
“Months, Arin. God, so many months,” came a muffled response.
“Well, you could’ve just told me! I had to search frantically all over the internet just to get a clue of what you were talking about!” Arin chuckled.
“I was scared. I’m sorry.” Dan lifted his head.
“Well, I’m here now, so no need to be scared.” Arin cupped his cheek and leaned in, pausing and asking “is this okay?”
“This is more than okay, mon amour.” Dan said, gasping as their lips met. When they parted, they returned to their previous position, cuddling each other while standing in the middle of the office.
From that day on, they would always whisper sweet nothings in their second familiar language. When they were in bed together, chests bare, Dan tracing his name on Arin’s stomach, he would praise Arin and tell him how beautiful he was and how happy he made him in French. Arin always comforted Dan and would tell him that everything was going to be ok (in Japanese) on the worst days.
Four years later, after a dinner at a high-end restaurant, Dan dropped on one knee, and asked the question he thought, never in a million years, he would never be able to ask.
Arin nodded frantically, practically shrieking “Yes! Yes!” as tears spilled. They kissed and held each other.
Arin was caught up in the moment, but he could swear he heard Dan whisper that amazing phrase that started it all.
The bell for government was about to ring and you waited until the last moment before walking in.
Your head to your seat, whilst your friend waved you over excitedly.
“I haven’t heard from you in days! Where have you been?!”
‘I just broke up with my boyfriend. Found out Shawn likes me. Came to the sudden realization that I did too. Oh, we kissed! Also, we may or may not be dating.’
“You know..here and there.” The bell rings, interrupting your vague answer. Thankfully she doesn’t pay too much attention and copies the note down from the board.
You glance back to where Shawn is seated. A headphone dangles from his right ear, but he’s still paying close attention to the teachers beginning lecture.
You turn back to the front, not wanting to get called out. There was no doubt Mrs. Mitchell wouldn’t have been able to tell just who you had been looking at. You didn’t need her to announce it to the entire class.
“Remember, papers are due this Friday! Homework is to annotate this hand out and come up with questions. We’ll be having a Socratic seminar tomorrow. I don’t want to deal with anyone lacking and not completing this simple assignment. I’ll see you all tomorrow!”
Rose doesn’t stop to wait for you, or revisit the conversation. You’re glad when she rushes out of the class. Government being her least favorite subject.
“Y/N,” the voice is incredibly familiar behind you, and you try to not seem too flustered.
“Hey!” You cringe at the excitement lacing your response, while Shawn chuckles. “Sorry..”
Author’s note: One day I will figure out how many parts there are… But for now, there are only like 3 or 4 cities till the end. I know I said I would do longer scenes, but for the sake of dramatic effect and my habit of procrastination, I need to buy myself more time to finish the last of BTS 3. Sorry for any errors.
Genre: Let’s say fluff for now (Jungkook)
Word Count: 2675
City: Manila (Day 3)
Summary: Y/n and Jungkook spend almost the whole day together.
This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.
You opened your eyes to see that Jungkook had already woken up. He was sitting next to you as he watched TV.
He smiled down at you as you stretched awake. “Good afternoon sleepy head.”
In your groggy state, you stared up at him until the details of who he was, where you were and what year it was finally came back to you. “… Afternoon?” you mumbled.
“It’s 3pm on the dot!”
“Oh damn!” you muttered as you rubbed your eyes. “What did you do while I was asleep?”
“I washed up, ate, watched TV, took a nap with you, then Jimin and Tae showed up. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up, we were kinda loud as we ate lunch. Then they left when Tae had to go to the deal with Namjoon, so now I’m back to watching TV.
You sat up next to him. “It sounds like you had a long day.”
“Eh, it was kinda boring with you asleep… Go wash up and let’s go eat down stairs! Then we can come back and be lazy again.”
“Ok” you smiled.
It wasn’t long before you both were dressed in matching button down shirt and were enjoying a meal at the restaurant. For once, you and Jungkook had a fun and drama free time. The late lunch date was filled with laughter from making bad puns and having a staring contest while you were waiting for the food to arrive.
After the meal, you and Jungkook took a walk around the hotel grounds. Most of your time was spent walking in the hotel garden.
Jungkook being Jungkook convinced you to take the “most thug” pictures possible with all the flowers. At this point, you were having so much fun with him, you didn’t care how stupid either of you looked to the people around you.
Once it got dark, you and Jungkook headed back to the room.
Jungkook let you in the room first, but quickly pulled you into a hug after he closed the door. When he pulled you into a kiss, you pulled back, but kept your arms wrapped around him. “What was that for?”
He shrugged. “Nothing really. I just realized that I didn’t get a kiss from you today.” He said as he attempted to kiss you again. “Ya! You told me we get to be lazy when we got back.”
“Fine, fine. You get in bed and I’ll get my laptop ready.”
“Laptop?” you asked walking to the bed. “Why don’t we just watch TV?”
“TV? What TV?” He asked as he pretended to not see the large TV mounted on the dresser where he was typing in his password.
“Oh, you know, the huge ass one right in front of you!”
“Oh, that TV! Yeah, that doesn’t work.” He said, crawling next to you.
“It doesn’t work?”
“Not at all!” He kept his eyes glued on the computer as he typed in the website.
“Then how were you watching TV when I woke up?” you laughed because you knew you caught him.
“… That’s not important right now jagi. That was then this is now, stop living in the past.” He grinned.
You rolled your eyes at him and let out a small chuckle. It was probably just best to play along with whatever he was doing right now. You decided to just rest your head on his shoulder. “What are we going to watch?” you asked as you looked at what he was scrolling through on the screen.
“I’m not too sure. I just clicked whatever. I think it’s an anime.”
“Yeah sure, you “randomly” chose an anime.”
He smiled at you but only responded by pressing play and starting the episode.
The episode wasn’t even halfway through the intro when Jungkook paused it. “Let’s lay down. My neck hurts.” He laid back and rested the laptop on his chest.
You lay down and scooted a bit closer to him to see the screen.
Once again, the episode didn’t play for long before it was paused again. “Wait, my back hurts. I have a better idea.” He moved onto his side to face you and supported himself on his elbow. Then he moved the laptop over to the empty space next to you and played the video again. “This is better.” He mumbled as he left his arm draped over your waist.
You held back a laugh as you looked up at him. He was staring intensely at the screen trying to hold back his own laughter because he knew you were staring at him.
You rolled onto your side, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders.
A small chuckle escaped him and he held you tighter.
The rest of the episode was constantly interrupted by Jungkook’s cute antics. He took whiffs of your hair, commenting how good you smelled despite having used the exact same shampoo as well. You proceeded to have trouble keeping track of the plot and the characters because Jungkook began playing with your hair. His attempts to braid it always resulted in knots and tangles.
Well into the second episode, you felt his stray kisses landing on your ear, your neck, and your jaw. At one point, his kiss on your cheek made his hair flop forward and he covered your view of the screen.
That was the last straw and you paused the show. “Hey!” you whined. “I missed what happened! I thought we were supposed to be watching the anime you chose.”
“Aw, I just want a kiss.” He pouted.
You pulled him down for a small kiss and tried to turn back to the computer.
“Ok, wait! Another one! Please~!”
You gave him another one so he would behave, however, that kiss lead to another and another and soon it was much more than just a kiss.
It wasn’t long before he was on top of you with your fingers gripping into his hair. He had learned his lesson from the last time and his hands didn’t dare move from your hips. From the way, his mouth and tongue moved with yours, it was obvious how bad he wanted you. You found yourself wanting to take things further and you knew it was wasn’t going to happen unless you said something.
As if he could read your mind, he went after your weakness. His mouth moved down your jaw and was sucking the sweet spot on your neck. Again, you let out a small moan and you knew you wanted to take things further.
You unraveled your arms from around him and brought them to your chest. Jungkook took it as a sign to stop and swiftly pulled himself back. “Jagi, what is it? Did I do something wrong?”
“Huh? No… It’s just…” your fingers played with the top button of your shirt. “… I feel like you want a bit more… I kinda do too… so then maybe we could…”
His eyes focused on your fingers “… Well, baby only if you want to.” But the look in his eyes begged you otherwise.
You very slowly unbuttoned the first button. The second you pulled back the collar to open your shirt a bit, his lips attacked your newly exposed skin. He kissed all he possibly could before he reached the fabric once again. You undid the next button and his lips moved further down, not letting a single spot go untouched.
You had just unbuttoned the third button, giving him access to your chest, when a stupid loud laser sound went off. You both knew that meant Jungkook just got a text from V. However, the sound itself was so unexpected, it practically scared the shit out of you.
The annoying ringtone didn’t stop and it was getting you out of the mood. The incessant ringing didn’t bother Jungkook though. “Just ignore it baby.” he said in between kisses. He had already finished unbuttoning your shirt and his hands were under your back, unclasping your bra. You let everything just slip off your upper body and Jungkook threw them across the room. The texts still didn’t stop. His phone became frantic with incoming messages and it was hard to ignore.
Jungkook unbuckled his pants and his hands moved fast to the waistband of yours, but you stopped him. “Jungkook, just see want he wants then turn off the phone or something. It’s so annoying.”
“Ugh, fine.” Jungkook stretched over you and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
As he scrolled through the messages,ou unbuttoned his shirt, letting your hands roam his body.
“Fuck!” He cursed through his teeth.
You stopped at his seriousness. “What happened?”
“Fucking Tae says he needs to fucking talk to me about some stupid shit.” He huffed.
“I thought he was out with Namjoon still.”
Jungkook sat up to catch his breath. “Well apparently they are back now.” he looked down at you disappointed that the moment was ruined.
He sent back a few texts before he got up and walked across the room to pick up your shirt and bra. “While I go to Tae’s room, you have to stay with Jimin.”
Your inside flipped around from guilt instantly. “Why?!?”
“Well according to Tae, what he needs to talk about is something he needs to tell just me… and its best you not be alone…” he said as he handed you your clothes.
You quickly put them on, avoiding his eyes. “Oh… well, yeah. I get that…” you mumbled.
Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed now. “Yeah?”
You felt the urge to cover yourself up as much as possible at the thought of being stuck in a room with Jimin, so much so that you even got up from the bed to get your shoes on, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you between his legs. “It’s nothing personal jagi. We can’t leave you alone in general.”
“Yeah I get it, but why Jimin?” The last thing you wanted to do was face Jimin. There was already so much guilt and anxiety growing inside you.
“Well, you aren’t talking to Yoongi or Hoseok. You most definitely are not going with Hiro, Namjoon or Jin. Minho is your only other option, but he isn’t the easiest person to be around. He’s pretty weird sometimes and I don’t completely trust him all the time.”
You let out a sigh. “Ok, yeah, I get why it’s to Jimin’s room I go.” You gulped.
He grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him. “But when I get done talking with Tae, you and I can go back to what we were doing.”
Jungkook knocked on Jimin’s door and waited for him to open it. “Don’t worry baby, it shouldn’t take me long.”
“Don’t call me that!” you whispered harshly.
“What? It’s not like he’s gonna hear us through the-“
The door slowly opened and Jimin appeared. “What does Tae have to talk to you about anyway? I texted him about it but he didn’t really tell me anything.” He said to Jungkook.
You could feel your face on fire. You couldn’t even get yourself to look directly at Jimin because you felt he could read your mind or something.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know either.” Jungkook shrugged. “He just insisted that I go to his room and talk with him. It’s probably some crap with Namjoon and the deals or something.”
“That’s weird. It’s kinda late to be talking right now, but then again if they barely got back from a deal then I guess I get it… But it’s whatever. As long as I don’t get dragged into all the dealing drama, I’m good.” Jimin’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out to read his message. “Jungkook get your ass over there. He’s still waiting and I want these messages to stop.” He said as he typed away.
“Fine, you and y/n have fun.” Jungkook said as he walked off to V’s room.
Jimin gave you a smile and moved back to let you in. You very awkwardly smiled back and ducked your head as you entered the room.
“It nice to see you finally up.” he laughed. “How did your free afternoon go?”
“Ha-ha” you laughed nervously. “Uh, I was alright I guess.” You could feel your forehead sweating. “We- I mean- I didn’t really do anything different! Nope just ate and watched TV as usual…”
Jimin definitely noticed your behavior. “Y/n are you okay? You’re acting a bit weird.”
“Shit!” you thought. You tried to think of a lie to tell him. “Oh, uh, I’m fine! I just uh, I uh, I drank some espresso in my room cuz I wanted to see what it would taste like… I probably got a bit too carried away trying it. Ha!” you let your nervous jitters out and prayed that he believed you.
“Well then you must have been having some fun then.” He smiled again.
“I need to change the subject fast!” you thought. “So how do you like having your own room?!?” you blurted out. “I feel a bit weird not sharing a room with you anymore.”
Jimin smile grew. “Well, don’t take this the wrong way, buuut… I like having my own room again.” He blushed.
You dropped your jaw dramatically. “I take full offense!” you laughed.
Lailani stood in front of the standing mirror, doing one last check of her dress before he got to the room. She grabbed the cellphone from the top of the dresser and sent a text to Jimin. *Jk says y/n will be with you. send her to my room in 15*. She then went to the door to idly wait for the young idol’s arrival.
Finally, she heard someone knocking and she rushed to get it open.
She could see his face turned sour as he looked down at her. He was quick to shift his gaze on anything else but her and cleared his throat before he spoke. “Lailani… Just came to talk to Tae.” Jungkook said awkwardly.
She smiled up at him and stepped to the side to let him walk in. She closed the door, but made sure it didn’t click shut, as Jungkook went about the room in search of V.
“Um, so, uh, where is Tae?” Jungkook asked nervously.
His awkwardness was a bit off putting, yet completely adorable. Lailani had a feeling that was going to make things a bit more fun. “He’s not here.” She said blankly.
Jungkook looked confused and it only made her want to laugh. She held herself back and stayed as serious as possible.
“Then why did he text me?” He asked more to himself than to her.
“Oh, he didn’t text you, I did!” She smirked as she held up V’s cellphone that she swiped from his coat pocket before he left.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at her. His jaw clenched a bit. It made him look so much manlier than a few moments ago. “Ok! What is this about?”
She took a few steps up to him, just close enough to brush her chest up against his. “Nothing much, I just wanted to talk about old times.”
He scoffed at her. “You gotta be kidding me. I don’t have time for this.”
He tried to walk out of the room, but she dashed in front of him. “What’s the rush? Aw, you look tense.” She said as she slid her hands up his strong shoulders. “Why don’t I give you one of my massages. You used to love those, remember?”
He brushed her hand off him. “No thanks.” Again he headed towards the door.
In a panic she went straight to her last resort. “How do you think Y/n will react when I tell her about us?!? Better yet, how do you think the tabloids will handle the news?” Those words stopped him in his tracks. “If only there was a to keep me quiet.” She said tauntingly.
First of all, I want to thank you all for all the activity I got over the last scene. You all literally made my day. I had the BIGGEST smile on my face every time I saw how you guys reacted to my question and who you guys were choosing y/n to be with. Even on the stuff I got from some of you today, almost a week later (let’s be honest here, I couldn’t wait anymore to post this part up) , just made me feel so good. The activity and the reactions/comments I got from you all made me so happy.
Second, I didn’t think this would happen, but I kinda like writing now… so idk, I was thinking of starting a side blog for scenarios or something. I am not too sure yet. I have many idea for other scenarios/drabbles, but I don’t want to congest this blog with any more stuff. If I do make another one, the BTS series will still be post on this blog (I don’t want to deal with moving links and changing the watermark on the GIFs). I am still debating it though.
do you have any favourite blogs??? like any kind of blogs!! (just curious skmfmd)
This got outta hand so quickly. But here was my overall answer:
I follow a lot of seventeen blogs. Like a lot. But I also follow a lot of people who are generally nice and who have cute tags because they help brighten up my day. I like art blogs and those calming aesthetic blogs because they make my dash prettier. And I follow my in-real-life friends like @leechansthighs and @verifiedspheniscidae and @vernaans no matter their content (although their blogs are all still A+ content and I’d probably follow them regardless). And I like @myetie so much that I played Mystic Messenger just to better understand what was going on in her artwork because her art is cute and funny and I stumbled upon it accidentally so I had to catch up.
But to get specific? Hmmm, well, in no particlar order….
Of course I have my mutuals like @miiinghao@kimbapkidding@thatgirlcatt13@jeonwonxwoo and @kw0njisol who I probably forgot to reply to like 3 billion years ago in chat but are still amazing and I love with my soul but am too nervous to say anything to because I know the only reason we’ve stopped talking is because I’m disorganized af.
And then, well, @fyhoshi probably dominates my dashboard with HD Hoshi pics (not that I mind, really). Seriously, if you’re a Hoshi stan, follow them (you likely already are). You won’t regret it. In a very similar way, if you’re a Woozi stan, then you’ve gotta follow @woozioppa for all her constant updates and flooding of your dashboard. Just from following her, Woozi jumped like 5 spots on my bias list because of all the Woozi content.
@pristeen-23 is honestly such a good friend (used to write on her blog but not anymore,,, GIRL I’M STILL MOURNING). She’s friends with so many people because she’s a beautiful human being and deserves to be loved and rolled into a warm blanket and fed good food bye.
OKAY so who hasn’t heard of @woozifi? Honestly, whether it’s for Tessa’s art or Tessa’s writing (CHECK OUT HER AO3), she excels in whatever she does. Talk about multitalented. Her commissions are open here.
I like art blogs a lot!!! @bodtster was probably the first fan art blog I ever followed and I am lowkey,,, in love,,, with Annie and her work (her personal @sailorpeach is hella aesthetic if you also wanna check that out.) Her commissions are open right here.
@94wnd Graphics man, graphics. She’s the pop of colour on my dash that always makes me stop and go “ooOoOhh” because her graphics are so vibrant and pleasing. And her writing is great too! Definition of that one mom friend who always makes you feel like honey, starlight, and warm hugs on a Thursday afternoon. She makes me feel good about my angst and I love reading her tags okay.
I frickin love memes and shitposts, and I recently discovered @amemericans [I know, I know, y’all are all like “where have you been?” and ur rite where have I been?]. They’ve got the best memes in the business. We have recently formed the idol group Clickb8,,, and are accepting all applications – so rhymes, limericks, and haikus thx.
@incorrect7teen always makes me laugh with her incorrect quotes and love for DK,,, She’s really sweet and interactive too. Her little window into her daily life and thoughts is really so entertaining, and one can’t help but want to be friends ^^
@doyomi has some great incorrect NCT quotes, so if any NCTzens are floating around. @gwikimchi is her main blog but she has like a million blogs that I apparently don’t follow even though I know them by heart??? FRICK I’M THE DAMN WORST. ( @lordyoungho for kpop horoscopes and @sebooty-lyfe for writing).
Choco from @choco-seventeen is such a sweetheart and her writing is stunning. Legit, her writing will probably make you want to cry. Heck, I have cried while reading her writing. And I will continue to cry because she always gets better and better and is always looking to improve and wow everything she does motivates me.
Did you know that if you looked up talent in the dictionary you’ll get @hansolmates? Legit when I saw her writing for the first time I blanched. I wish man, I wish. Her timing is terrific, her fluff makes me melt, and her angst makes me jealous. I wish I had an ounce of her skill.
Another art blog I follow is @cutiepatoodieart, who never fails to impress. Joey’s style is absolutely breathtaking and I love her art so so much. As well, she always says what’s on her mind without holding back, which I think is admirable. Her commissions are also very open right here.
@hoshbrownie is precious. Absolutely precious. Eva will talk to you and make you feel like you matter. She will think about you and tag you in things and I’m actually teary-eyed because she’s so precious and every not-so-anonymous anon (hoshbrownie i see u) I get from her makes me so happy.
@svt-husbands THE WELL OILED AND FAST WORKING MACHINE. You guys know who they are, of course you do. Great quality writing at insane speeds, these guys are everything I want to be bye. I remember first talking to one of the admins @squishteen , and I was like ??? How do such interesting people exist ??? She’s amazing and writes on her main as well, go follow her. I more recently started talking to @jeongguktm, and can confirm that yes she is as adorable and kind as one might expect her to be. ALSO JUST REALIZED THAT I RECENTLY MISSED HER BIRTHDAY and tf is wrong with me, this isn’t how you make friends. Happy belated birthday sweets <33
Jackie from @tookorean lowkey intimidates me because everything she does turns to gold. She’s hard working and loves Woozi and if that’s not enough reason to follow then I don’t know what is. Sometimes translates, sometimes does this. Another multitalented goddess on our hands, this is getting overwhelming.
Gen from @wonnhao is a gif goddess that you are probably all aware of and her interactions are really cute too so of course I’m following her. Aren’t you?
@wasabi-duck who is on an indefinite hiatus but you should still see her writing anyway. She was the sole person who attracted me to the bullet-point style that’s getting more and more popular around here these days. My friends and I would like read her stories out loud at lunch over sandwiches and I feel nostalgic just writing this. She’s also very kind and I like the stuff she reblogs on her main @clockwork-lullaby.
@mounteenbase is back from the dead so check her out! Lots of fun lil blurbs and bullet-point fics. Fluff master and a lowkey meme master. Very cute and easy to talk to, fun and interesting as one can see from her main blog @mounteenbase-main.
@saythename17scenarios is graceful. Perhaps that’s not the right word but heaven knows my vocabulary isn’t extensive enough to describe how I feel about Kimbap Mom. Her writing is distinctive and tactful, and she often finds the greatest of beauty in the simplest of concepts. One day she might write a full length multi-part fic and I will be here eagerly awaiting each update because I’m trash for her.
@moodboards-and-profiles flowers and unicorns and everything pure. When we first talked she was legit one of the most encouraging people I’ve ever met, and I’m sure that remains the same despite our lack of communication! Actually has some really cute moodboards (that she should tag because she can gain some major attention winkwinknudgenudgeshoveshove).
Oh and recently I started following @askjournalismsvt and this is probably my favourite SVT Tumblr AU ever. Sam and Kei perfectly portray Seventeen as members of the “Diamond City University journalism department” and answer questions with the cutest of doodles ack. They’re also hilarious and I want to be this funny.
And whilst writing this, @puppetwritings popped into my head even though I just followed her like now. She was the first fanfic account that I got into way before I actually made an account and since I didn’t have an account I would just check her Tumblr constantly and put her in my bookmarks. I got busy after a while and then made my account after another while, but I can’t believe I forgot to follow such a phenomenal writer.
Anyway thanks for the question love! This was fun to write up and reflect on :)
“No, we haven’t heard from Steve in the past eight weeks,”
Nick answered as calmly as possible in front of the sea of faces eagerly
looking to him for explanations that he didn’t want to give. “As you know, because you’re all a bunch of
nosy bastards, his family has been through a recent personal tragedy, and I’m
not exactly inclined to push the guy into getting back to work until he’s
ready, and I don’t care how long that takes him.”
promt 11. “Are you-are you flirting with me?” requested by anon
It’s the Little Things by resplendentjeon
Guanlin x You
You and Guanlin had been friends since preschool, and he’s never really been one with words. Now during your sophmore year of high school, he seems to be acting gradually weirder around you, but you’ve deduced it to his lacking social skills.
“Guanlin hurry up! I’m not going to be late to class again because you can’t decide what shoes to wear!” you yell at the indecisive boy as you start to make your way down the street. Your school was only a 10 minute walk from your house, but you were currently 5 minutes behind due to a certain someone who couldn’t just throw on a pair of shoes and instead, needed to decipher which ones would be the most comfortable and stylish for whatever activities he was going to partake in that day. Sure maybe you could just leave him behind and get to class on time, but after years of walking to school together, it would feel unnatural to just walk to school alone. You felt something hit your shoulder and the next thing you know Guanlin is running ahead of you, looking back at you to yell, “Bet I can get there before you!” And so it began. You picked up your pace, lengthened your stride, and let your breaths fall in to an even pattern, they didn’t call the ace of the track team for nothing. You easily passed him and rounded the last corner, going in to a sprint for the final straight leading to the school gates. You had just enough time to lean on the stone wall that curved around the school before Guanlin showed up next to you, immediately collapsing. “I think that’s my 10th win in a row, not like I’m counting or anything. Lai Guanlin, you need to step up your game if you’re going to challenge me to a race.” Guanlin heaved, turning over so he was lying on his back. “Hey, I think you’re forgetting two weeks ago when I beat you and broke your 30 win streak. Don’t underestimate the underdog,” he said between breaths. You rolled your eyes, remembering that day and how you slowed your pace for the last sprint, allowing Guanlin to easily pass you. After days of a dejected and tired looking Guanlin, you decided to let him have a little taste of victory. You’ve started to think that maybe that was a mistake because ever since, he never fails to remind you.
So, my brother and some of my dear friends have helped me compile a mighty list of random and stupid names that Team Voltron could call Prince Lotor just to piss him off. So, here is every single alternative title for Prince Lotor.
Author’s Note: Because everyone needs High School AU Hobi :D I shall title this one too ~
Sun & Moon
You were never one
to stand out. You were never the loud one of the bunch nor were you talented in
anything. You were plain and simply average in all aspects. And that was okay
You didn’t want attention and you
didn’t want to bear the responsibilities of being above average in anything. If
you were intelligent, you were expected to get passing scores and get a job fit
for your IQ. If you excelled in sports, you were expected to join a team and
eventually get scouted. If you were talkative, you were expected to always be
so. If you were defined by one thing, people would always expect that from you.
And to you that thought alone was tiring.
You didn’t want any eyes on you. You
wanted to live your life calmly and quietly without raising anyone’s
expectations and in turn, not disappointing anyone either. And while you told
yourself that excuse countless times, Jung Hoseok would always remind you that
you were simply scared.
Not that he knew you existed though. Just his
mere presence, as dazzling and as vivacious as the sun, emitted the feeling
that you could be so much more like he was.
You two had gone to school together
since elementary school and while you weren’t always in the same class, you
still heard about him from your friends or caught sight of him in passing.
Without fail, he always had a wide grin plastered on his face. You heard his
loud laughter during lunch or his shrieks when a bug flew too closely during
gym. You envied Jung Hoseok, who had the courage to be so openly himself and be
admired for it.
It was the second half of your second
year in high school when your paths finally aligned. Your homeroom teacher
rearranged seats to promote more social interaction and you were the lucky one
who chose the seat beside the most popular boy in school. You felt your cheeks
heat up as you walked to your seat, all eyes drilling holes into you. You
regretted this immediately. You would now get a lot of attention just by being
slightly associated with him.
But luckily, you didn’t.
During lunch, everyone flocked to
Hoseok’s desk, while yours remained empty as it always had. With a small smile
gracing your face, you grabbed your lunch, ducked your head, and hurried out of
the classroom. Little did you know that Hoseok’s eyes followed your figure
making its escape.
Jung Hoseok or Hobi, as his friends
called him, was a fairly positive person. He was smart, sociable, artistic,
comical, and athletic. He felt that life was too short to spend lying to
yourself so he vowed to just be…well Hobi. He would do what he wanted, say
what he wanted, and express every range of emotion he felt.
And ever since he was little, that’s
how he lived– fearlessly and optimistically. Whenever someone was in trouble,
he would make a fool of himself just to hear their laughter again. He would be
the first to offer his help if anybody he knew needed it. However, after many
years of being the mood-maker, he realized he couldn’t stop. He had to continue
being this “Hobi” that everyone expected him to be – smiling,
giggling, dancing around even without music. But honestly, he was a bit tired.
He wanted to help everyone and he was thankful everyone leaned on him, but who
exactly could he lean on? When he was tired, his smile faded and everyone hurriedly
rushed to ask him what was wrong? When did it come to this? When did it become
his trademark to have no other emotion other than transparent happiness?
Hobi knew everyone by name and face;
it was just how amiable he was. He never wanted to make someone else feel less
special because he couldn’t recognize or remember them. While you believed he
had never noticed your existence, it was exactly the opposite. Hoseok knew you
two were in the same class in kindergarten and all through elementary school.
He passed by your locker almost every day in middle school, and in your first
year in high school, you were in the class across the hall from him.
You were always quiet. You had a few
close friends but mainly kept to yourself. There were days he would notice the
furrow between your eyebrows or the pout forming on your lips as you walked into
homeroom. Some days you had a shy smile and most days, his eyes landed on you
while you were seriously taking notes during a lecture. You expressed all of
your emotions consistently yet no one noticed and no one fawned over you. He
admired how you were so openly yourself.
When you had chosen his name to be
seat partners, relief washed over him. You were the only one in the class who
didn’t expect anything from him. Frankly, you were the only one in the entire
school who didn’t speak to him. But he found salvation in the fact that you
would be sitting next to him and he could finally look forward to a small
breath of fresh air during the school day.
And he was right. You did your work,
paid attention, organized your things, and went about your day without
bothering him or chatting with him. While he did find this a little hurtful, it
was also refreshing. He wanted to initiate a conversation with you, but
whenever a break occurred, he was always flocked by the other students and you
were already out the door.
Not only did you hate the glaring
you felt from the jealous girls in your class, but you hated how being so close
to Hoseok made you feel. Your heart raced when your elbows bumped into each
other and it flipped over whenever he glanced your way. But you used all your
energy to keep your attention towards the teacher. Hoseok couldn’t possibly be
staring at you anyway. He was probably staring out the window. You pretended he
wasn’t even there to make it easier for yourself.
You had willed yourself all these
years not to fall for his bubbly charms, knowing it would remain unrequited and
one sided yet somehow, you still found him magnetizing. It wasn’t a complete
day until you heard his cheesy “GOOD MORNING!” with his signature
cackle to the entire class. You did notice that his eyes were not always
bright, although he was smiling, and you wondered if it was really possible for
someone to be so energetically ecstatic all the time. But you pried your eyes
away from studying him, afraid of falling deeper into something that would
Hoseok had always found you
entertaining. You weren’t exactly athletic, but you weren’t the worst student
in gym. He laughed as you found ways to just simply stand on the court, looking
like you were actively participating, and getting away with it. He enjoyed the
way you ate your lunch with unchanging expression except for the times when it
was so good you let a small smile emerge whilst you were chewing. And he also admired
the way you subtly took care of people in your own way. He found you
consistently helping out teachers and the students who were assigned on class
duty without saying a word. When a classmate forgot a pencil, quietly, you
would sneak one into their bag or on their desk. You always managed to put a
smile on his face.
It was no different when he had
forgotten his pencil one day. Nervously, you rolled a pencil towards him and
hurried back to taking notes, hoping he wouldn’t say anything to draw attention
to your action. You didn’t want to get bombarded with questions about her
feelings and interest towards Hoseok just from a simple pencil. Hoseok stared
at you for a bit before grinning thankfully. He opened up his notebook and
wrote something at the edge of the page closest to you. He tapped his desk to
get your attention. You looked down and read,
Fighting back a smile, you nodded, trying to calm
your nerves. Did he just notice you? You felt a mixture of happiness and fear.
Then you noticed him scribbling on
that page once again.
I eat lunch with you today?
Your eyes widened and you whipped your focus back to
the board, your heart now thumping against your chest, as if it was trying to
escape. Did you just read that properly? JUNG HOSEOK wanted to eat lunch…with
you? Against your better judgment, you decided to reread his note and you felt
a little dizzy when it remained the same statement. You weren’t hallucinating.
Nervously, you jotted down on the
side of your page as well.
Hoseok grinned. He had been terrified that you
wouldn’t respond. His request seemed a bit forward.
just want to go somewhere quiet. You always seem to disappear for lunch.
You smiled slightly, overjoyed at the fact that he
noticed something about you.
go to the rooftop to eat.
Without hesitation, Hoseok wrote his response and it
had you inhale sharply.
I’ll meet you there :)
You couldn’t remember a single thing that was taught
the rest of the class.
After contemplating on your option
of running away and letting Hoseok eat at the rooftop alone, you decided
against it, knowing it would be incredibly rude and part of you wanted to spend
some time alone with your hidden crush. Firmly resolving yourself that you
wouldn’t engage in conversation, you made your way up the steps. As usual, you
set up your packed lunch and dessert on a large napkin happily.
"Wowww this is great!“
You felt your body tingle all over
at the sound of his voice. Hoseok plopped down beside you with no qualms.
"Thanks for having me.”
You blushed and nodded, praying that
he wouldn’t try to small talk. You were afraid he would realize how boring you
But you two ate your lunch in
silence. You found yourself observing him peripherally while you slowly ate
your lunch. He was smiling as he glanced up at the sky. The wind brushed his
chestnut brown hair to the side softly. It looked like he was content and it
surprised you that he would find solace in a place with no people. He always
thrived in the middle of a crowd and he looked the most enthusiastic when he
had an audience.
When the bell rang, signaling that
lunch was over, you were a bit saddened that your time alone had already ended.
But you soon kicked yourself for your ridiculous thinking. You hadn’t done or
said anything to make him come back in the first place.
As you stood up, you stumbled back
when you found him smiling widely at you, waiting. You were visibly flustered
since you didn’t expect him to look straight at you. Quickly you averted your
eyes, his gaze piercing and melting you simultaneously.
"Thanks for letting me eat
lunch with you. I’m Jung Hoseok by the way.“ he grinned.
"I know.” You blushed.
"So ______…can I come again
You blinked, confused. Not only were
you stunned that he knew your name, you were shocked by his question. Before
you caught yourself, you blurted out, "Why would you want to eat with
Hoseok laughed and it left you even
more puzzled about the situation. But what he said after his fit of laugher
made you fall even harder for him. Your heart did somersaults and it turned
your cold-stone facade into a puddle of mush. It was, in its own way, a
description of everything you meant and will continue to mean to each other.
Not that either of you knew its depth at the time.
You smiled as you placed the last
period on that paragraph.
"Angel ~“ Hoseok sang
endearingly as he peeked his head into your work room. "Busy?”
"I’m just finishing up my next chapter.“
You chuckled as he waddled towards you and wrapped his arms around you
"Oh?” he hummed as he
snuggled his face next to yours. “What’s this new book about?”
"It’s our story.“ You
"About how we met?” he
"I’m sure everyone will be
interested in how a world-renowned author and a famous dancer/choreographer
ever got together.” he chuckled. “It’ll cause an even bigger uproar
than when I asked you out in front of everyone in high school!”
You blushed, remembering that event.
“You didn’t have to get on one knee to ask me on a date!”
Hobi giggled as he rubbed his cheek
against yours and wiggled his body cutely. “But you love me~”
"I guess so.“ You teased.
He kissed your forehead, unfazed by
your usual coy response. He knew how you were and he knew that you loved him
"Finish up cause dinner’s
ready.” He released you from his affectionate embrace and caressed your
"I love you.“ You gazed at
Your sudden bursts of bold displays
of affection never failed to make his heart flutter. It was so unexpected, but
it spoke to him more profoundly since it was so rare of you to say what you
mean out loud. This meant that you were just as undeniably happy as he was and
it made him grin wider. He sweetly kissed your forehead before leaving the
You watched him shut the door,
overjoyed and grateful that you two were together and leading successful lives
following your dreams and passions. You both had your difficulties but you
learned, molded, encouraged, and motivated each other all through the years.
You had found your courage and hope in Hoseok while he had found strength and
comfort in you.
And it all started with that one statement.
You smiled fondly as you typed out
the answer that Hoseok gave to your question on that fateful day.
"Even the sun needed a break,
so he was grateful for the moon, which shone quietly beside him in the
To continue on with my previous headcannon about the adultrio having children. If they did have children and decided to go to parent day, imagine all of the other parents staring at the three as they sit with their children being awkward and murderous at the same time. The thing that bothers the other parents the most is why three gorgeous guys look like their children’s older brother. Also the fact they don’t know how to treat their children and so they try to spoon feed them lunch or help them use them bathroom.
Illumi’s child is embarressed by him wiping their mouth with a napkin he spit on. Sometimes he’ll tell his child that they will take a bath together. Other times he’ll ask if they are wearing the underwear he bought them out loud. His child’s packed lunch has expensive food in it. The other students and parents think Illumi is a show off.
Hisoka would use his bungeegum to pick up his child’s backpack and other times on the ground. He’ll even try to do a magic trick in front of his child’s friends. His child is embarrassed by him too because he calls them his little special fruit. He also licks his lips constantly whenever he thinks he’s found someone powerful to fight. His child’s packed lunch has bungeegum and cookies inside.
Chrollo puts his child on his lap as he reads them their homework or book. He will steal books his child doesn’t have from other classrooms. His child is embarrassed whenever he picks up a pen or steals them from the teacher’s desk. His child doesn’t tell him they don’t eat his packed lunches since the food is burnt. They try to eat it with a smile on their face with Chrollo.
Hello! May I request six of crows road-trip AU? I really adore your writings <3
Based on this post. (Man, this has been sitting in our ask box for such a long time – sorry, anon, here it is at last!)
They met at the car rental place attached to the DC airport. Months of planning and logistics had gone into this, and the excitement in the air was palpable as they congregated across from the Hertz check-in counter. Nina embraced them all when she saw them – it had been a while, since only Wylan and Jesper attended the same college. Jesper slapped backs and patted shoulders, offering Kaz a sardonic bow when the latter flinched away from his touch. Inej also offered hugs, although she was rather less ebullient about it than Nina. Matthias, slightly less stiff and formal than he had been at his going-away party, accepted the greetings and offered up waves and brotherly handshakes in return. Wylan had long since gotten used to the easy affection of this particular friend group, and received the hugs and shoulder pats and handshakes with cheer. Kaz, for his part, nodded and ducked gracefully away from any and all hands that extended towards him.
When Wylan and Jesper had arrived – late, per Jesper’s atrocious sense of timing – they delegated the watching of the bags to Matthias through a highly complex version of ‘rock paper scissors’ that Jesper had come up with three years ago and joined the line to rent their car.
Fifty-six minutes later, they collected their bags and headed out into the parking lot to find their car. It was the absolute cheapest option, Kaz had made certain of that (it seemed his haggling skills hadn’t gotten rusty), and when they stopped in front of it they could see that that was very likely the case.
“This?” Matthias asked.
“Space 235,” Jesper confirmed. He alone looked unoffended by the car, a terribly orange VW Bus that probably should have been sold years ago for scrap metal. “This is it.”
A/N: I know this gif is of James Phelps and not Oliver. It will be okay - I promise ;)
Request: For Anonymous
The Yule Ball had everyone at Hogwarts buzzing. In general,
the students could be divided into two groups. The girls were frantic;
flittering from shop to shop in Hogsmede looking for the most enchanting dress
they could find and chatting around, seeing which boys were still available to
take. The boys were also frantic; trying to stay out of the way of the
bloodthirsty, raving girls and pick off their dates from the packs in which
they travelled. The snow fell in sheets around the castle, bringing a wintery
mood to the chaos. Y/N was enjoying the falling snowflakes while she was in
study hall, wishing she was curled up in the common room next to her boyfriend
George Weasley while reading her favorite novel.