my senior will was just made up of in jokes from cheers

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

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actually-demisexualhale  asked:

nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)

Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.

Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.

He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.

Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.

Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.

Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”

When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.

In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.

With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.

It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.

So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.

But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.

But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.

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Bound To Happen (Part 5), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,686

Author’s Note: Yes, I know the Tony Awards are in the middle of June but I needed to make this scene possible and this is how it worked. Whoops. This makes up for my lack of a Valentine’s Day fic, right? Right?

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Things are happening in this one, though.

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“Today’s the day.” Lin stormed past you, stride confident and determined.

“Good morning.” You offered, trailing after him.

Today’s the day.” He repeated, stopping in his tracks just as he made it center stage. He glanced around for a moment, taking in the thing he had created. He looked at you, his eyes shining with something you only momentarily saw on stage.

“Today’s the day.” You confirmed, noticing a majority of the cast had collected onto the stage as well. Tommy Kail was striding from his office with a group of producers in tow.

There was more money among his little posse than you would ever see.

Tommy’s face was wet and soon everyone else’s were as well. He held up a crumpled sheet of paper.

“Is that it?”

“Straight from the office.” Tommy told him, just as Lin snatched it away. The yellow color of the pages signified the importance.

Lin scanned over the page, thumb brushing over each word.

“Thirteen.” He sighed, “Thirteen Tony nominations.” He watched as the cast erupted in cheers, embracing and laughing and standing in disbelief because this wasn’t something that happened everyday to people like them.

The producers were sharking hands and offering congratulations, and Lin swept you into his arms before he could stop himself. The stack of papers you had organized in your hands were on the floor in a pile, but you didn’t move to collect them.

Suddenly the entire team was around you, but all you saw was Lin grinning down at you, repeating ‘Today is the day’ in a hushed voice, as if this day was just for the two of you to share.

“Who are you using your extra ticket on?” Mandy asked conversationally, fingers running through your hair. Eyes were on you - the person who trailed after Lin and didn’t seem to do much else. There was no talk of boyfriends or girlfriends or any friends outside of the theater.

You smiled at the idea of having a secret identity away from these people who tried and failed to pry information from you. Maybe you fought crime - or committed them?

“Nobody. Considering selling it on E-Bay.” You shrugged, knowing that your joke could easily be a reality and make your rent payment a little smoother.

“And your dress?” She pushed further.

“I have the one from opening night.”

The women in the room gasped and you suddenly wished you hadn’t taken Lin up on that break he offered you. Mandy’s fingers tugged a little harder on your hair.

“You are not wearing that dress again, didn’t you say it was your Senior Prom dress?” Karen’s eyes were bearing into your soul, it felt like.

You didn’t answer - which was an answer enough for them.

“We are getting you a new dress and a date.”

The dress was an easy choice - something satin and pale in color that looked oddly similar to your prom dress but with a heftier price tag.

The date was another thing entirely. Within the month before the awards, you had shuffled through a handful of guys - and one girl - from Mandy and Karen’s black books. None appealed to you in the right way and eventually you were starting to lose hope.

Not just hope that you would find the right person to attend the event with - the hope that you would find the right person in general.

As the day rolled closer and the dates began to stop, you found yourself dreading the awards night more than anything else. You would be all dolled up in a room full of important people with amazing partners alone.

You decided five minutes before you were supposed to leave for the pre-party that you weren’t going. You left a hurried voicemail on Mandy’s machine, something about the snow and a headache and every single excuse you could make in the span of a minute.

Dressed in your gown and with pristine makeup that took a little longer than you were proud to admit - you drank a warm beer on your couch with Sesame Street paying in the background.

The snow was falling lightly outside and you could only imagine how warm the club the cast was currently in could be. Drinks and laughter and love were probably filling the air and you could spit at the idea.

“Remember we’re on a Broadway budget here - not too many drinks, please?” Tommy called to the group as another round was ordered. There was already a buzz and they hadn’t even walked the carpet yet.

“It’s a celebration!”

“Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked, eyes darting over the crowd the club provided.

“She’s not coming. Something about the snow and a headache and life in general.” Mandy was one drink in, stirring her cocktail with a tiny straw. “I called her six times but no answer - I don’t think there’s any getting through to her.”

“She’s not coming?” Lin asked, dumbstruck. Mandy nodded. “Is this about the date thing?”

Nobody spoke, all waiting for Lin to do exactly what he should.

“Okay. Guys, grab your coats. Ladies, order another round on me.” Lin fished in his pocket and slammed a bill on the bar, tossing back the final sip on his drink. “We’ll meet you at the theater.”

“Where are you going?” Karen called after his retreating form, the gaggle of men following his determined steps.

“I’m gonna kill her.”

You were halfway finished with your beer, rummaging through your pantry for an opened box of Girl Scout cookies you swore were still in there when you heard a thud.

You paused for a moment, waiting for another sound.

Thuds echoed through your entire apartment, and you nearly tripped over the length of your gown trying to find the source.

The sounds led you to the window of your living room - the visual of snow pelting the glass signaled someone trying to grab your attention. You worked the bottom of the window, shoving it open and having to dodge a snowball in the process.

The buzzer was broken - of course the buzzer was broken. Lin groaned as he retreated from the steps of your apartment building.

“Dude, where is your jacket?” Alex asked Chris, who was standing shivering in the snow.

“On my wife.”

“Why does your wife have your jacket?” Questioned Tommy.

“Sometimes you have to give up your jacket and develop hypothermia for the people you love.”

“Buzzer’s broken.” Lin sighed. “She’s not answering her phone either.”

“Looks like we’re breaking in.” Andy shrugged, already taking a step towards the door. A hand on his chest stopped him.

“We are not breaking in.” Lin pushed him back to the group, “I got this.” Lin pivoted back to your building, shouting your name at the top of his lungs.

“Don’t forget we have to perform today.” Chris chided him, hand on his shoulder.

Lin surrendered his yelling and instead found himself packing snow into his hands, wailing it at your illuminated window. The rest of the guys watched as his attempted throws narrowly missed and decided to help him out.

Soon, all four men were chucking hastily made snowballs at your apartment as their cab driver sat and watched, the toll slowly ticking higher and higher.

“What the hell are you doing?” You shouted down to the group of giggling men.

“Get down here!” Lin shouted back, quite a bit louder. “Come on!” The rest of the guys joined him.

You succeeded, slamming your window shut and slipping on the shoes you had perched by your front door. They crunched the snow as you descended the steps of your apartment building onto the empty street.

Lin’s coat was immediately wrapped around your shoulders.

“What are you doing here, you guys should all be on your way to the awards.” You shoved his chest gently.

The other guys stood in the back, making it rather obvious they were watching closely. They shared looks, each wondering is this going to be the night?

“Not without you.” Was Lin’s immediate answer. “It wouldn’t be right. You’ve been with me longer than any of these assholes.” His thumb jerked back to the guys, “You deserve this night more than any of us do.”

“Lin, I’m not in the mood for this right now.”


“You guys should go enjoy your night and I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“You don’t understand-” Lin stopped himself, the wild rush of adrenaline he had been feeling on the drive over coming to a sudden halt as he took you in. “You look amazing.”

For the first time that night, you smiled.

“I’ll be your date tonight.” He insisted, gloved hands holding yours as you clenched them in the cold. “This is a night of celebration and happiness and the only way I can do that is with you standing next to me.”

You considered this for a moment, before looking over Lin’s shoulder at his merry little gang.

“Hey, guys.”

They all called back equal responses. Lin held out his arm to you and you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn away. You linked your arm in his as your friends climbed back in the cab, mumbling words on how happy there were you would be joining them.

“I’m sorry you did all this for me, on your big night.” You whispered to Lin.

“None of that.” He told you, arm squeezing a bit tighter, “You’re gonna have to sit on somebody’s lap.”

You piled into the car, your half finished beer long forgotten on your kitchen counter. Lin, as he was in your everyday life, was right by your side the entire night. You watched as he accepted a Tony Award and pointed at you from the stage, rhyming your name expertly in a perfect couplet.

Your lousy dates and prom dress was in the very back of your mind, and at the forefront was Lin. Not just the Lin who was making his dreams come true that night, but the Lin from all those years ago who had a dream and decided to bring you along for the ride.

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Monty de la Cruz: prom

*warning…no sex scenes but still talk about so idk*

song: pony by ginuwine…the gif goes to this song like 😩 just watch the gif while the song plays and you’ll see what I’m talking about

It was now senior prom I had been waiting for this since freshmen year. I was running for prom queen and I was determined to win. Monty had been helping me run, for some weird reason he hadn’t complained for one second even though he found running from prom king and Queen dumb. Monty had been acting weird all night he started since he picked me up. Typical Monty made sexual jokes every few minutes. But recently it just stopped. I half expected him to say something sexual as I walked down the steps…yes Monty wouldn’t have held back in front of my parents. But to my surprise “you look beautiful princess” came out of his mouth as he handed me roses. My parents stared in surprise to, they didn’t approve of Monty until recently when they finally excepted that he wasn’t just after sex, it was our 3 year anniversary and my parents realized he was a good guy.

We where now at the dance, I walked around my arm linked with monty’s as we went around talking with people. I noticed him staring at my butt a few times but not once did something dirty come out of his mouth, it was staring to worry me. We danced around for a while until I noticed they where starting to play more music that we could grind to. As soon as the song started Monty grabbed my hand so we could sit down. It took me by surprise once more. I quickly pulled his hand back so he was facing me I watched as he stared in confusion.

“What’s wrong babe?” I tried talking over the music. He motioned that he couldn’t hear so we headed towards the hallways.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned.

“That’s what I was asking you, Monty you’re acting strange.”

“Strange how?” He looked at me confused.

“Why haven’t you said one sexual thing to me in like…months.” I sighed. I watched as a grin spread across his face.

“You miss my sexual comments?” He grinned. I rolled my eyes playfully and laughed.

“I miss my Monty…sexual comments and all not this.” I motioned towards him. He gulped before looking up at me with a serious face.

“I-I thought it was bothering you…i don’t know I felt like maybe…you thought I was pressuring you into sex…which I’m not by the way. I heard you talking with Hannah last time about how I’m always so sexual while she talked about all the sweet things clay does for her…and I thought..I thought you looked a little sad like that’s the kind of thing you wanted.” He blushed as he confessed why he was acting this way. I stood there shocked at what he had just told me. I laughed and shook my head I was about to speak up when Hannah came in.

“Y/n they’re looking for you something came up.” Hannah quickly walked over to me. I motioned to Monty to wait as I left to help the prom committee. After I helped them fix the problem I looked around for Monty but couldn’t find him. Suddenly the principal stopped the music and walked up to the stage. I walked out into the hallway. I could hear that he was already announcing prom king and Queen but I cared more about Monty. Suddenly as I was turning a corner I bumped into something hard.

“What are you doing out here I thought you really wanted this.” Monty frowned.

“I want you…sexual jokes and all…that’s who we are Monty. Hannah and clay, they’re cute…they’re romantic but that’s there relationship…and this,” I said motioning at him and I, “this is our relationship and I love it the way it is, I don’t need roses to know you love me…plus I love you’re sexual comments.” I whispered the last part but he caught it because I watched him smirk. I leaned in and kissed him as he wrapped his arms around me his hands slowly trailed down to my butt. I smiled mid-kiss, my Monty was back. Suddenly the music was cut off. We stared at each other confused as we walked back to the gym.

“What’s going on?” I asked Hannah. Suddenly pony by ginuwine started playing.

“Someone messed with the music.” Hannah laughed as everyone started cheering and dancing. We laughed as the principal and the DJ panicked trying to take it off. I grabbed Monty by the shoulders and leaned into his ear.

“Now it’s my turn to make the sexual comments.” I whispered. I watched him gulp.

“Go for it.” He gave me a daring look.“ I leaned into his ear as an interested look took over his face as I started whispering.

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I don’t know where this was coming from but I loved it. She teasingly bit my earlobe as she finished. I connected our lips as the music was finally cut off. The principal had been so angry the prom ended early.

"I’m sorry you didn’t win prom queen.” I spoke up as we headed out of the school.

“I’m winning something better tonight.” Y/n smirked.

“And what is that?” I smiled.

“You.” She winked as she got into the car leaving me dumbfounded. I suddenly ran over to the drivers side and got in.

“Wait does this mean..” she grinned as she nodded.

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Chapter Four [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: Your long-awaited college graduation calls for a celebration.

Word Count: 3,005

Warnings: Drinking, slow burn.

Authors notes:  Sab - This was a huge one for us to write (I mean, just look at the word count) and this was a long time coming for us, we hope you enjoy it!

Ren - My latino heart is so happy with this chapter (you’ll soon see it why), this one was a chapter Sab and I were super excited to get to, hope you guys like it! <3

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High school graduation never felt monumental to you. Sure, you’d be saying goodbye to a few good friends, but you still had your entire life ahead of you. You had a plan. Four years at NYU, studying and working to pay your bills. Stephen was an unexpected surprise, but he definitely gave you some stability.

You had a four year plan. Your high school brain tricked you into thinking four years would pass much slower than they did. As you stared at your neatly pressed graduation gown, the cap and tassel sitting on your dresser, you couldn’t help but feel like four years was a simple blink of an eye.

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Reunited Lovers


Anon Prompt: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing

A/N: I am in a Chris Pratt mood today and I finally have time to write after my shitty day.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing

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Holy shit! You were looking at dinosaurs- actual living dinosaurs.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at the petting zoo enclosure where you were to begin your first day as a carer for the Stegosaurus.

“So you need to keep an eye on the kids as they tend to prod too much and we don’t want Steggy to bite their hand off” your new boss, Josh, joked.

“Has that happened?” you gaped at him.

He laughed, shook his head, and walked off while you stared after him.

“Well I guess I will never know” you sighed and walked into the office you have been assigned.

“Hey Y/N, did Josh give you his scare tactics?” your new co-worker, Jade, laughed as she filed the parent consent forms for the kids playing in the pen.

“He was messing with me? Of course” you shook your head.

You spent an hour setting up your desk and filling out the needed paperwork to work at Jurassic World.

“Come on guys, we have a park meeting to attend” Josh walked in and waved for you and Jade to follow him.

The training center wasn’t too far away and when you got there, the room was buzzing with noise among the 30 or so trainers.

“Oh there`s the T-Rex trainer, Steve. Awesome guy but terrible kisser” Jade pointed to a blonde haired man wearing a cork hat who waved a little too enthusiastically at her.

“Ugh there`s the raptor trainer, Owen” she swooned, “he`s so…hot” her hands waved at the man in question.

Looking over, you freeze. Owen, the one from your senior year of college.

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Pairing: Jefferson x Reader

High-school AU

Warnings: none

Prompt: “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Words: 1000+

Tags: @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit


It was the night of the “Winter Ball,” a dance your school always held, and one you never attended. You were always content to just sit in the library working or playing games with everyone else who didn’t belong there. But this year was different. It was your senior year, last chance for winter memories. Or at least that’s what your best friends sister Angelica decided. It wasn’t until this year that you made friends with Eliza, of the school-famous Schuyler Sisters. You always thought she was uptight, but it only took minutes of talking to realize she was the sweetest person you’ve ever met.

“(Y/N) come on, we’ll be late! Stop staring at yourself and get out here.” You gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You wore a (Y/F/C) knee-length dress, hair in loose curls around your shoulders. The only thing you wouldn’t let Angelica touch was your face. After the last disaster involving makeup, a camera, and weeks of torture on the school Facebook page, it was deemed off-limits. You opened the door, doing a 360° for the three sisters, Peggy jumping on you, hugging you tightly.

“Peggy, sweetheart, I can’t breathe.” You laughed, patting her back. She let go, and you took a breath, maybe a bit too exaggerated. The other sister hugged you as well, giggling.

“Are you ready to meet your date?” Angelica wiggled her eyebrows at you, Eliza clapping excitedly.

“Of course! I trust you guys, I think you found me an awesome date.” Just as you finished the thought, you saw him step around the corner, deep purple suit screaming his name. You didn’t even have to look at his face before grabbing Angelica and pulling her into your room.

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Wake Up Part 3

Requested: Yes
You can find part 1 HERE and part 2 THERE
You can also find my Masterlist RIGHT HERE

Word Count: 2540
A/n: This was originally the second half of part 2. I had to split it to make it less long and drug out. I hope you like it! 

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Talk to Her


PAIRING: Jensen x Reader (ish)

CHARACTERS: Jensen, Jared, Reader, Lynn (reader´s best friend from work)



A/N: Okay… I´m really nervous, it´s the first fic I upload and I´m freaking out. So please be nice. Feedback is welcome.  I hope you enjoy it.

“Can you stop looking at her like that?” Jensen heard his best friend Jared ask “It’s freaking me out.”

“It’s not you who I´m looking at.” Jensen argumented “What’s your problem then?”

“Dude, you´ve been staring at her for an hour straight none stop the whole week. And I don´t know why.” Jensen looked with an irritated grin at his friend who instantly shook his head “I mean, don’t get me wrong man but if you liked her you would have probably talked to her by now, at least once, but you just keep staring and the worst thing is she hasn’t noticed yet, how is that even possible?”

Jensen ignored Jared and once again laid his attention on you, truth was you and Jensen had already met before at school but he doubted you would remember him and he didn’t want to ask you about it just to hear a ´sorry, I  don´t remember you´, so he just stared until someone called him to stage 4 to shoot a quick scene.

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touch me (m) | park jimin

summary: a dance-off turns into something with more.. skin

pairing: k.a.r.d.member!reader, reg.!jimin

request:  I’m waiting on the jimin request I sent you about jimin falling for you and you’re an upcoming artist 😍

rated: m

a/n: im starting off 2017 by reintroducing smut to my blog… i realize sex is a beautiful thing, not to be afraid of, and that the chances of any of us having it with these amazing men is slim to none. in no way is this meant to represent park jimin or what he would do as an actual person, but instead is meant to represent an intimate part of him we will probably never get the chance to see lmao. also based off K.A.R.D.

Debut was months ago, but you still got nervous every time you saw how many people were in the audience. 

Stood in a room empty, save for your group members, you hung out by the bar towards the back of the room, nodding your head along to the low bass rumbling from the speakers- courtesy of Jiwoo’s aux cord and Pandora station. Sipping on some odd mixture of Mountain Dew and vodka, you glanced back at the mirror you leant against, making sure you hadn’t messed up the lipstick you were meant to wear for your performance later. It was dark red, as was the whole concept for your debut. Your group, newly debuted from BigHit Entertainment as a mixed-gender, was nervous yet excited for their fourth stage this week. You had a solo, as expected being the leader, and your status as the lead dancer had you running through your moves in your head. 

The door to your closed off section jingled and your eyes shot towards the entrance. It slammed back against the wall and seven sweaty boys jogged into the room, cheering and slapping one another on the backs in congratulations. 

Bangtan Sonyeondan. They were your senior group but you’d grown up with them, being a trainee in BigHit for a little over seven years. Their maknae was a year younger than you and their eldest was only three, and the similar ages made for lots of teasing, jokes, and laughs. They were like the brothers you never had- of course, not including your actual group members, Taehyung and Matthew. 

Their faces were pink and their gasps filled the room quickly. You eyed them all and their fancy clothing- all cuffs and puffy shoulders and lace vests. You smiled, admiring how good they all looked until you came to- 

fuck, he was already looking at you. 

Park Jimin was the one you’d gotten close to over trainee years. He was the first one who welcomed you to BigHit when he was a trainee himself and even through his debut, his trip to America, and his maturing in dance in music he’d stayed as your friend and, sadly, like a brother. His hair had been dyed blonde as their concept for a comeback and you’d be lying if you said the blue contacts he wore weren’t attractive. Everything about him was attractive, though, if you were honest. His jaw was sharp and his nose was irritatingly perfect, along with pursed pink lips glistening with the stylist’s personal gloss, tan yet somehow light (it was the make up, you were sure) flawless skin and ugh

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly at the sight of the five of you. He rushed forward to greet everyone, along with a shining Hobi and a proud Namjoon. You watched him hop around until he got to you, arms extended. “I’m so excited to see your stage!” 

“Us too,” you laughed, trying to hide your nerves behind a red solo cup. Across the room perched next to Min Yoongi, Jimin eyed your drink with one lifted brow, lips pursed perfectly and curiosity sparkling in those irises of his. 

“Don’t be nervous,” Hoseok clapped a hand down on your bare shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. You’d taken off your overshirt upon realizing you’d be waiting awhile for your stage, leaving you in a tight thermal tank top tucked into your army jeans and boots. Jimin secretly admired the way it clung to your curves, smiling softly behind his hand. 

“I’m not,” you admonished with a shaky laugh. Eyes wide at your own words, you took another long sip and hissed when the vodka burned through your nostrils. 

Hoseok stumbled backwards into Jimin and draped his arm over his shoulder. Amused, Jimin looked down at him. “I know what we can do to make everyone loosen up.” You raised your eyebrows, urging him to continue. Hoseok held his hands out like he’d just discovered something monumental, eyes narrowed and mischievous. Behind him, Jungkook was rubbing his hands together deviously. 

“Dance off.” 

You snorted behind your cup. You’d been dancing since you were four years old, taking formal ballet classes up until you discovered trap and hiphop-style dances. Swept away into the world of underground dance at the age of thirteen, Hoseok had been just introduced as a trainee, and everyone knew his name where you danced. Now you were twenty, living in Seoul with your group members in an apartment off Flower Street, dancing and earning money for it. 

You were lying if you said dancing didn’t loosen your nerves. 

“Come on,” Hoseok clapped his hands together and jumped excitedly. By the door, Kim Seokjin laughed and made his way for the bar next to you. He flashed you a wink and poured himself a drink. 

On the couch, your group member Taehyung (for the sake of confusion, you’ll just refer to him as Seph), jumped to his feet. “_____-ah against Jimin-ie. It’ll be hilarious. Street dancer against contemporary.” 

“Ahh,” you shook your head grinning, “I don’t wanna embarrass him.” 

You’d seen Jimin dance street. He was good. No, scratch that- he was better than good. He could’ve battled, even- he danced next to Hoseok flawlessly, and that was saying something. 

Across towards the door, Jimin raised his eyebrows and placed one hand over his heart, “Jagiya, I could destroy you.” 

I wish, you thought to yourself lamely. 

Babe,” you recalled your English-speaking years from your original country, being North America in New York, “don’t flatter yourself.” 

Your nickname for Jimin had all the English-speakers in the room jumping to their feet, hollering and screaming at the both of you. You noticed immediately that Jiwoo had changed the song on the speakers and turned it up, letting the low bass of August Alsina to shake the floor. At this point everyone was yelling at the two of you, calling out one another. 

Jimin held your gaze tightly. His eyes were darker now (was that possible with his contacts?), half-mooned and lips shining in a tiny, teasing smirk. His slender, skinny fingers traveled up to the buttons of his gold-and-black lace vest, undoing each one from his throat until he was removing them from his unfairly-tight jeans. He wore a white tank top underneath as an undershirt, kept in place by his expensive belt. Running a hand through his blonde locks, Jimin stepped forwards, “Well, come on then, princess.” 

Matthew hooted at you from the couch and stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, urging you to go. 

You didn’t want to start- you wanted to see what Jimin was going to bring to the table. Chugging back the rest of your vodka and Mountain Dew, you beckoned him to go first, watching as Seph and Jungkook yanked the coffee table back for more space. 

Jimin’s eyes never moved from yours. He slid to the middle of the room, breaking character just to laugh when Taehyung shut the lights off and began the strobes kept for performances. Silver and purple flashed on the dancer, enunciating every hard muscle exposed through his tank top- yeah, sure he wasn’t going to have a six pack again, like you believed that for a second. 

His legs moved forwards, jerking before they smoothed out into fluid, calculated moves. You tried not to ogle as he slid across the floor, grinding his hips onto the rug (much to Jungkook’s amusement) and smiling sloppily up at you. You swallowed, a vein in your neck throbbing awkwardly at the sight. 

Jimin slid on his knees towards you and stopped, staring up at you with a bead of sweat dripping down his front pec and under his tank top. His eyes were hooded but held amusement and… something else, you couldn’t be sure of. A pink, wet tongue came out to lick his bottom lip and he shook his hair out of his face, mouthing the words your turn

The better half of you, the half that danced and was sexy for this concept and knew what to do to look good, took over the one that was nervous and awkward at the sight of him like that. You set down your empty cup and swept your hair backwards, smirking down at him while licking your lips. Matthew yelled at you and cheered, along with Jiwoo and Somi, who clapped eagerly. 

Stepping forwards, you jerked your leg to the side and followed it, transitioning into more fluid movements before falling backwards and catching yourself on one hand, grinding your hips up into the air. The sounds of your friends screaming for you drowned out against the smooth chords of the song. You could anticipate the next beats and you followed them, experimenting and deciding whether you would drag or rush. At one point you caught Jimin’s eye, holding his gaze as you stuck one leg out and swung your hips back and forth, running your hands through your hair and holding the strands up so they could fall messily back onto your face. 

Jimin’s lips parted, lust written across his face though you couldn’t be sure. He spun across the room towards you and stopped just at your feet, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You sucked in a breath at the proximity, watching with wide, shocked eyes. For a moment you thought he might kiss you but the thought disappeared when he swiveled backwards, feet moving and sweeping across the floor. You stared in awe at every muscle, every jerky and every graceful movement Jimin committed before you. 

Every group member in the room was yelling now, all on their feet and calling at either you or Jimin, urging one or the other to fight back. Your muscles were loose now, whether it was from dancing or vodka you weren’t sure, but you rushed forwards and cut the blonde off from his next move, whipping your hair around so that it could fall into your face. Smirking to yourself, you fell backwards onto one hand and ground your hips up into the air- the move everyone deemed American and the one move you loved to break out. With a sloppy grin on your face you spun around and stuck your ass out, crawling towards Jimin, who was leaning up against the couch, his face glistening with sweat and eyes darker than you remember. 

The door to the room flew open and a woman with a clipboard and glasses hurried in, “K.A.R.D., you’re on in ten. Get backstage.” She eyed you curiously, on the floor and already sweating before your performance. “You should probably see makeup before you go on.” 

You laughed to yourself and hid your face in your hands, suddenly embarrassed at what you’d just done. The music ended and you hopped to your feet, absently wiping at the perspiration on your forehead and hurrying to grab your jacket. The Bangtan boys fell onto the empty spaces you left for them, though Jimin stood by the door, arms folded and rippling as you hurried to makeup. The last one out, no one noticed when he caught you by your bicep and held you in place. 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, frozen. You stared at Jimin in confusion, your chest tight when he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “We’re not finished.” 

Heart pounding, you scurried out of the room, trying desperately not to pass out as you went. 

Jimin took the red cup from Jin and propped himself up on the arm of couch, watching the television screen as the letters “K.A.R.D.” flashed across the bottom. He sipped from the soda Taehyung had thankfully poured him, free of alcohol or anything of the sort, eagerly waiting for the lights to flash on. 

The beat was fairly American, a sort of trap-dance tune that reminded Jimin of the style their own group was going for. He wasn’t sure if everyone else was nailing their choreography or lines, though, because his eyes were glued to you. 

You looked outrageously gorgeous in the outfit, even if it was simple, and the way you danced was so fluid and personalized that he found his lips parting unconsciously. By the time it was your turn to sing, Jimin was on the edge of his seat, watching as you slipped between notes and rapping. His nails dug into the thick denim of his jeans when you turned to roll your hips against Matthew, and he reminded himself to never watch the choreography video. 

The camera zoomed into you and you smiled lazily to yourself, face glistening with sweat and you eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He wondered if you got off on dancing like he did, if you fell completely in love with whatever you were doing so much so that it turned you on. 

“She’s so good,” Jungkook fell into the seat behind him and rested his arm on Jimin’s thigh. “You know she’s close to my age?” 

Jimin narrowed his eyes and leaned back to hit Jungkook behind the head, “Don’t get any ideas.” 

“We killed it!” 

Matthew jogged up next to you, dropping one sweaty arm over your shoulder and pulling you tightly against him. You smiled, high off each other’s excitement and pride, walking alongside his stumbling feet.You knew you’d have to wait a bit before you were allowed to leave so you followed your group back to the waiting room-

“Hey,” popping out of one of the hallways was the one person you’d been thinking about. Jimin appeared, lips curled into a tight, obviously forced smile. He glanced between Matthew and yourself, one eyebrow raised in your direction. “Can I borrow ____-ah for a moment? I wanted to talk to her about the point dance.” 

Matthew glanced down at you curiously, before glancing back up at Jimin. You swallowed and nodded your head understandingly. “I’ll be back soon,” you reassured you group, who’d all stopped now to watch the interaction suspiciously. Squeezing Matthew’s arm reassuringly, you stepped closer to Jimin, arms folded over your chest. 

He watched until everyone had filed into the room before his fingers closed around your wrist. In one fluid, powerful movement Jimin had pulled you into an empty dressing room, one you didn’t even know existed. You stumbled in, eyes wide and a gasp sucking in through your lips. Jimin hurried to lock the door. When he turned around, he wasn’t the sunshine small boy you saw in interviews or on shows, but someone you only saw when he danced- someone  with dark eyes, and less than good intentions. 

Jimin’s tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip, “You.” 

You gulped. He moved towards you and you stepped backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. The cushions jumped underneath your weight and your eyes bulged, watching in shock as Jimin moved towards you. His legs were slow, eyes narrowed, like a lion stalking a gazelle. You scooted backwards on the couch, chest heaving, “M-Me?” 

A tiny smirk quirked on the edges of his lips. Jimin placed his knee on the arm of the couch, slowly moving until he was crawling over your body, rigid and frozen beneath him. You could smell his cologne now- strong but fruity, and you had half a mind to thank the stylists later. 

“J-Jimin, what’re you doing?” You whispered shakily. Jimin lowered his head until his mouth was by your ear, softly brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

“Can I?” His breath was hot and wet, his cheek softly leaning against your own. Your voice was lost somewhere in your throat, gone from shock and surprise. You could only nod your head pathetically. In one sharp movement Jimin was hovering above you again, his colored eyes glaring down into your skull, but there was something warm behind them- something he’d been looking at you a lot with. “I need to hear it.” 

The ball in your throat bobbed nervously, “Yes.” 

There was no time in between your words and his mouth attaching itself to yours. Your eyes were wide and round, pupils gone to pinpoints, staring at the top of Jimin’s blonde head. A fire coiled in the lowest pit of your stomach at the softness of his lips and you had always imagined it would feel this way- soft, cushiony, and wet against your own. Your fingers moved up to his shoulders, gripping his skin tightly. “Jesus,” Jimin whispered against your mouth, “you taste so fucking good.” 

The alcohol was gone from your system, you knew that, and you knew it was okay to kiss him without feeling terrible. The sweat perspiring on your skin must’ve tasted sour but Jimin licked at it nonetheless, softly moaning in the deep pit of his throat, the deepest it had ever sounded. He sucked on the thin skin, his warm tongue sliding over whatever it could reach. Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, your breaths suddenly short, bursting in the air. 

“Jimin…” gripping his shoulders tightly, he leaned back so that he could look down at you, eyes half-lidded and lips swelling quickly. You were sure by now you’d soaked through your underwear but you hoped he couldn’t tell, couldn’t feel it when he flipped the two of you over so that you were straddling him. But by the way his eyes rolled back in his skull, you figured he had. 

His cock strained between your legs. The denim-on-denim was rough and you wished you could’ve ripped his jeans off right there, but the better part of you knew not to, so you opted to kiss him, sucking and licking on all the places he’d done to you. 

Your thoughts, for the moment, had subsided. While you were still in disbelief that this was happening- to you, of all people- you allowed yourself to become lost in the way he felt underneath you, writhing and whispering your name against your lips and God, was this really happening

Jimin’s hands came to rest on your hips, tugging frustratedly at the band of your pants. “Can I…” he whispered against your chin. His breaths were heavy on your skin, his eyelashes fluttering softly against your cheek. You glanced down at the sight of him- flushed with want, that ridiculously handsome face of his glistening with beads of sweet. You’d be clinically insane if you were to say no. 

Your tiny word of approval was enough for him. Suddenly you were being thrown back against the couch, the back of your head lying comfortably on the arm rest. Jimin crawled down so that he was eye-level with your abdomen. He eagerly began to undo the buttons, pulling down the zipper so fast you worried it would break. You lifted your hips to help him tug the jeans down your legs. He chewed on his bottom lip as you wriggled out of them, pulling your shoes off after. 

Jimin hesitated. Your heart stopped when you realized something- you weren’t wearing underwear. Fuck, how had you forgotten? Even your stylist emphasized not wearing any, as it would bunch up in your jeans and make a visible line during the performance- not even a thong was an option, Junwoo had enunciated. 

His eyes narrowed at the sight of you, legs spread open before him and your pupils blown, staring down at you. Your pussy was just as perfect as he imagined it would be, glistening with your wetness, practically throbbing for his touch. One hand gripped your thigh tightly, pushing it farther away from the other. Jimin let out a long, slow breath, “I can fucking smell you.” 

His soft lips found the skin of your knee, slowly kissing their way up your thighs, until they were close enough that you couldn’t breathe, that you could feel his hair brushing your inner leg. Your stomach tightened with knots, tensed up before him. You could feel his short breaths panting onto your lips. Suddenly he was gripping the edges of your tank top and ripping the fabric in half, a smirk on his lips when he saw the soft red shade of your bra, pushing your breasts up a considerable amount. 

“Mine,” he whispered against your leg, cheek resting comfortably on your inner thigh, “you’re mine.” 

Before you could even possibly think up a response, that ridiculously warm pink tongue of his was darting from his lips, licking one long stripe up your folds. Your breath caught in your throat and everything froze for a moment, stilling at the unbelievable sensation. You could feel his smile against your thigh, though it disappeared when he leaned forwards, hiding his face between your legs. You gasped and grabbed onto his blonde strands, jerking your hips up uncontrollably. 

“So sweet,” Jimin mouthed against you. His tongue gave long strokes of kitten licks over your wet folds, dancing across your labia and teasing your clit. You pulled on his hair when he found your hole, grazing over the entrance, before he moved back up to suck on you. Pathetic whimpers escaped your parted lips, your eyes wide and staring down at the sight before you. 

You weren’t sure how long he went for, but it felt like eternity. You gripped his hair so much you worried it would rip out but he didn’t complain. Low growls rumbled in his throat, humming against your open legs in a manner that couldn’t even be described as ‘sexy’. Jimin was something else- was he even human? You weren’t sure. Especially with how undeniably gorgeous he looked at that moment. 

You stopped breathing when his finger crawled up your thigh, teasing your entrance. Jimin looked up at you with dilated eyes, his mouth and chin glistening in the fluorescents with your juices. A smirk quirked at the edge of his lips as he slipped one finger inside you- an easy feat, considering how wet you were. A long, drawn-out moan vibrated in the air- you weren’t sure if it was you or him, but God, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore. 

“Fuck,” Jimin curled his finger inside you, “fuck, you’re so wet.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, “Jimin… please..” 

He glanced up at you, one finger lost between your legs, “Please what, baby girl?” 

The petname pulled at something warmer inside you- the part of you that admired the way Jimin smiled and not at the way he moaned against your thighs. Your chest expanded with something foreign but you couldn’t focus on that- not with the way he was looking at you. 

“I can’t-” you stared down at him, your chest heaving, “if you keep going..” 

Your hole was pushed apart by another finger of his, the one with the thick band- the sight of it almost made you scream, as you’d always admired how his hands looked with the amount of rings he bore. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

“Jimin,” you pulled on a strand of his hair and narrowed your eyes, “i-if you keep going… I mean- I.. I want to cum with you…” 

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, anticipating what you were to say next. He pushed his two fingers deeper inside you, curling them and rubbing them along your walls. “Say it.” 

“With you in me,” you finally exhaled. You stopped, waiting to see what his reaction would be. The dark color of his eyes was visible through the ring left by his colored contacts, burning through your bones and setting your skin ablaze. In less than a registered second he was crawling up your body, hastily ripping off his shirt and discarding it somewhere along with your torn one. You helped him undo the buckle of his jeans but you got caught in the odd, fashionable way they’d been done. “Fuck, these stupid fucking stylists and their-” 

Jimin chuckled down at you and quickly undid it himself, “You’re so precious.” His words were soft and meant for himself, but you caught them being muttered quietly. Your heart bloomed with more than lust for him, though you pushed it down, mentally reminded yourself this was probably just sex and he most likely didn’t feel the same way you felt about him. 

By the time he’d finally managed to get his jeans off, you were in awe. His length stood proudly against his abdomen, which rippled with taut muscles that you wished he wouldn’t work so hard for- he was gorgeous either way. 

He was… wow. You weren’t expecting him to be large, just because he was small and adorable and not what you were witnessing before you. Veins throbbed along the side of his cock, his head soft and pink and glistening with pre-cum. Was it even possible for everything about him, even his dick, to be perfect and beautiful? 

“If you keep staring at me like that, princess,” Jimin warned as he pressed on hand on your cheek, “I won’t be able to stop myself.” 

Bravery burst through your lips, “Don’t.” 

Smiling down at you, Jimin’s fingers, slick with your wetness, moved up to your lips, rubbing the whitish substance over your mouth. You stared up at him in disbelief, confused as to what he was doing, before he moved down to press his lips on yours, licking across what he’d just put on you. The fire between your legs erupted and you sat up to push him back onto the couch. He bounced back on the cushions, gazing up at you in a mixture of confusion and lust. Slowly, you crawled over him, positioning yourself so that your pussy was rubbing along his shaft. You held his hungry glare as you undid the clasp of your bra. It fell off your shoulders, exposing your breasts to his predatory gaze. 

Jimin sat up quickly and pulled you down onto him. He attached his mouth to your breast and nibbled on your nipple, licking at whatever skin he could find. You held the back of his head in a gasp, grinding your wet folds down onto him. 

He slowed and gripped your hips tightly. His fingers dug into your skin and Jimin looked up at you through hooded eyes, silently begging your permission. You chewed down on your lip and nodded your head, whispering the word “yes”. 

Your world slowed as his head slid up and down your folds, gathering enough of your wetness so that could press himself against your entrance. You held onto his shoulders, staring down at him as you slowly sank onto his cock. 

You’d had sex before, sure enough. You’d had sex in the back of cars, trying to hide from the paparazzi, but it was all to get over those puppy dog eyes Jimin would give you during rehearsal and training and practicing, to fuck away the memory of how much you were attracted to him. But, now you were here, sitting on his dick with his hands holding your waist, low growls emitting from the deep pit of his throat- and it was all for you. 

The two of you recovered the fluidity of your movements just an hour before. You recalled the way he swept across the floor and how you ground your hips onto it, yet now they were on him, above him. “Fuck,” Jimin groaned beneath you as he jerked himself back up into you, “you’re so tight, what the fuck.” 

Pathetic whines broke through your pursed lips. You couldn’t find it in yourself to even form anything other than moans or cries of pleasure, and you hoped suddenly that Jiwoo had put her music back on and that no one could hear you fucking yourself onto Park Jimin in this empty waiting room. 

“I’m not gonna last long,” Jimin whimpered. His hands moved up to cup your bouncing breasts, holding them in place and kneading them while his cock pistoned in and out of you. You meant to reply with “me neither” but the words never found their way to his ears, lost in your moans and pleas for him to fuck you harder. 

His breaths got shorter, panting out into the room. By now you were sweating more than any dancing had ever gotten you, and your hands were in your hair, holding it back from your flushed face. Jimin held your hips tightly and sat up, pushing you back onto the couch again. He grabbed the back of your knee and hoisted it up and over his shoulder, positioning himself so that he could slide deeper into you. You held onto the fabric of the couch and his bicep, your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

Jagiya-” Jimin’s strained voice cut off and he let out one long, shaking groan. His hips stilled against your thighs and you gasped, unable to look at him. He stared down at you as his hot cum shot inside you, and he thrust his hips again, wanting to watch the way your breasts bounced at the force and how your face contorted with pleasure. Your cunt tightened around his cock, milking him better than he could’ve himself. 

Jimin collapsed on top of you and dropped his forehead onto the crook of your shoulder. “I don’t wanna pull out yet,” he confessed against your neck, his heavy breaths forming perspiration on your baby hairs. 

“Don’t,” you reached up to drive your fingers through his locks, pushing them back from his pink forehead. You smiled at the sight of him like this- fucked out and tired, laying on your body, exhausted and used. 

Minutes passed before he found it in himself to pull out. You sucked in a breath at the loss and gripped the couch tightly, eyes closed. 

“Shit,” Jimin froze, halfway out, “shit, did I hurt you?” 

You chewed on your lip and shook your head, “N-No.” 

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Did I hurt you, _____-ah?” 

You looked anywhere but him and swallowed thickly, “It’s just… I haven’t… in a long time and-” you glanced down at the floor and pursed your lips awkwardly, “sorry.” 

The last of his flaccid member fell out of you and you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t be sorry,” Jimin shook his head in disbelief and hurried to move off the couch. He rushed to somewhere in the room and your heart stilled. He was leaving. You knew it was too good to be true- that Park Jimin, of all people, would want to stay with you after fucking you. 

“Here,” he reappeared with a blanket and crawled in next to you, draping it over your exposed body and tucking it in by your arm. Your eyes widened in surprise when he pulled you closer into him, hugging you against his chest. 

“Jimin…” you whispered, dumbfounded, “what’re you doing?” 

He smiled sleepily down at you, nustling his sweaty head against yours, “We’re not going out there until we’ve rested. We can tell them we went and got ice cream, or something- but I’m not passing up an opportunity to be with you.” 

Your cheeks flooded with warmth and you looked away from him, staring at the interlocked frame of your nude bodies underneath the sheets. “O-Okay..” 

“Okay,” Jimin hugged you closer. “Let’s sleep then. Tomorrow we can go on a date.” 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, and suddenly you were awake. “A-A date?” 

Jimin nodded his head and let out a sigh, “I wanna take you on a date. Is that okay?” 

That warmth returned to your chest, expanding through your body, to everywhere he touched you, everywhere he kissed you. “Y-Yeah… it’s more than okay.” 

Jimin beamed, though his eyes were tired and lidded. He reached up with a sigh and pulled out the contacts, discarding them on the coffee table. You looked up at him and smiled, admiring the new chocolate color his eyes were- the color you’d fallen for a long time ago. He glanced down at you, his chest tight, and leaned forwards to kiss your lips. 

“Let’s sleep.” 

Let’s Take It Backstage - Taeil (M)

Requested: hi♡ can i have a taeil jealousy smut where he gets possessive because someone is being touchy with you (he tries to hide his jealously but it shows when they get intimate)? thank you and i love your blog♡ (sorry if that was too specific and confusing)

Hi! Can I request a taeil smut? One where he’s like really dominant? Idk, everyone writes stuff about him and about 99% of the time he’s a shy little puppy, and idk I doubt he’ll be shy around his girlfriend, you know? Either way thanks!!

A/N: I rolled these two requests together, I hope you guys don’t mind… I also believe whole heartedly Taeil is shy in the streets, but sly in the sheets (AKA I agree with u anon #2). I was kind of struggling with if I should have them use a condom or nah-


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The theme music blared loudly in the studio, the live audience clapping and cheering. You smiled as the cameras took their places in front of you. You were excited to finally be on Hello Counselor and even more excited you were able to do it with your boyfriend, Taeil. Of course, you and him weren’t public, but was still enthralling to you.

You sat between Heechul and Yuta, Taeil on the other side of Yuta.

So far the show was heaps of fun. Heechul and the counselors were hilarious, cracking jokes and imitating each other.

Heechul leaned down to whisper something in your ear causing you to giggle. Taeil craned his neck in the semi-circle of persons to see what you were laughing at.

“(Y/n) you’re single right?” Heechul asked, causing uproar in the audience.

Your eyes met Taeil’s for a split second before nodding.

“So then you can relate to her right?” he asked, motioning to the guest.

You gave a small chuckle before nodding again. You hated not being public with Taeil because of things like this and always having to sneak around. Yuta began discussing with the guest her problem and you zoned out, staring at the stage in front of you. A hand came down on your thigh and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Are you paying attention?!” Heechul yelled at you causing the audience to laugh.

Taeil had a solemn expression though, his eyes burning holes into Heechul’s hand.

“Yes!” you cried, making the audience laugh again.

“Stop bullying her~” one of the counselors chided.

“I’m not, we’re friends!” he retorted, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“She’s leaning away from you” Yuta laughed.

The show continued well and you did your best to help the guests with advice.

“Do you not like Heechul Taeil?” one of the counselors asked.

Taeil’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“He’s my senior, I look up to him a lot” he replied.

“Ahh- because you seem to glare at him whenever he talks.”

The other counselors let out a laugh of surprise and everyone looked at Taeil expectantly.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way- I didn’t know my face made that expression” he lied, putting on a kind smile.

Everyone laughed and the show ended peacefully when the camera panned out and the theme song played again. Heechul went to Taeil, playfully punching his shoulder and laughing.

You heaved a sigh as the show ended, glad to be done with it.

You walked with Taeil backstage, he was quieter than normal, maybe he was still trying to keep up the act. You followed him to what you assumed was his dressing room. Yuta was still socializing with the other cast members so you had Taeil all to yourself. You closed the door behind you and smiled at him.

“That was fun” you said.

“Sure” he murmured.

Your lips formed into a pout as you inspected his features.

“What’s wrong? Is it because Heechul asked if I was single?”

“It was just because of him in general” he said, sparing you a glance before he sunk into one of the chairs in the room.

“Aigoo~” you cooed, taking a seat on one of Taeil’s knees.

“Don’t be upset, I like you better when you’re happy” you added, pulling his cheeks into a smile with your hands.

“How can I not be upset when some guy kept touching you” he said, looking away.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re the only one who I like to be touched by” you said slyly, cupping his face.

A small smirk found its way onto his face as he moved his idle hands to wrap around your torso. He pulled you onto his lap, gazing at you affectionately.

“Is that so?”

You gave a nod, kissing his cheek.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice quieter as his wandering hands began to get restless.

It’s not like he was actually asking your permission, he was already touching you. You gave a small hum in approval and his lips went to your neck.

“Don’t leave marks” you warned.

He complied and began to undo your blouse, pulling the fabric away from your skin. If he couldn’t mark your neck he was at least going to mark your chest. It seemed necessary to him; he needed to mark what was his. You tried to hide your sounds by biting your bottom lip, hoping Yuta wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon. Your fingers knitted into his hair, pulling him closer as you closed your eyes.

Your eyes sprung open as you heard loud voices pass by the door, remembering where you were.

“Taeil-ah” you whined, trying to get his attention.

“Just a quick one” he murmured, nosing at your collarbone.

His hands moved down to push your skirt up, groaning at the difficulty. You adjusted in his lap, letting him bunch the material at your waist. You tensed in his lap as you heard someone run past the door. His hands settled around you again and he kissed the top of your breast gently before teething at the skin causing you to quietly whine. To your surprise he picked you up, turning around and setting you on the chair.

“Touch yourself” he ordered, going to the door and locking it.

You relaxed in the chair, your fingers sliding down the front of your panties to gently stroke your folds. Taeil felt around his back pockets before narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips.

“I don’t have one” he said, unbuttoning his jeans.

You waved his comment to the side, busy with slipping a finger into your tight heat. You let your head fall to the back of the chair, your elegant neck exposed. Taeil took in the slightly darker spots he had made on your chest as they slowly formed. His jeans were at his ankles and he stepped out of them gingerly, smiling to himself as he palmed himself while watching you.

“Say my name” he coaxed, coming closer to you.

You breathed out his name, imagining it was his slender fingers touching you. When you opened your eyes again his briefs were gone, his erection in hand. Your breath hitched as he stood before you, his eyes lidded. You slowly removed your hand, reaching toward him. He moved between your legs, pulling them to wrap around his waist. He bit his bottom lip in concentration as he moved your panties to the side, pressing the head of his length to your core. He eased in and your hands grappled onto his shoulders. He stilled inside you, letting you adjust. Your slickness easily proved as lube as he tentatively began to move, his motions fluid. His eager pace increased, the sound of skin smacking getting louder. You covered your mouth with your hand, not able to remain silent; your muffled whimpers and cries fueling him. His hold on your thighs got firmer as he groaned to himself. You could hear Heechul’s voice, your eyes widening, your hand falling from your mouth.

“Taeil-” you gasped quietly, hoping he would take notice.

He slowed, leaning flush against you in the chair. His hips rocked into yours as his ragged breath hit your ear.

“Don’t you dare think about him” he grumbled.

Heechul’s laugh and eccentric voice slowly disappeared from your ears, your attention commanded by your boyfriend. He pulled back once he was sure no one would hear and began drilling into you again. Your mouth fell open as you panted his name, begging him to bring you to your climax.

He did just that, your thighs trembling around his hips as you clenched around him. He followed suit shortly after, his firm grip on your weak thighs loosening.

He left you in the chair to rest as he stepped into the bathroom to clean up. The wet fabric of your panties made your squirm in the chair as you tried to regain your breath.

You nearly jumped out of the chair when you heard the door handle jingle.

“Why’s it locked?” a voice called.

Yuta… Taeil quickly came from the bathroom, grabbing his pants from the floor and sliding them on. His eyes frantically told you to go to the bathroom. You got up quickly, slipping into the bathroom and locking the door.

“What took you so long?” Taeil asked as he opened the door to let Yuta in.

X-44 Land.

Reader x J-Hope - BTS (ZombieApocalypse!AU)
Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, kinda smutty in dis one?
Synopsis: The times and trials of people trying to make it in a world that’s heading for ashes.
Word Count: 12.7k
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Playlist: Little Secrets - Passion PitIn Case of Rapture - As Tall As Lions, Circles - Thrice, Last Man Standing - People In Planes, Rose Golden - Kid Cudi ft.Willow

AN: *mentions of death and gore* I’m gonna put a TW up on this as it’s a pretty graphic (I mean obviously it’s a zombie apocalypse AU :/) but just a warning! Let me know how ya like it! <3

Everything I loved, became everything I lost.

        If you remembered back to the time where you felt peace; where you felt a complete calm, no fear running through your veins, no worries running through your mind, nothing but happiness and ease, when would that be?

You could almost taste the memory on the tip of your tongue. The summer before the outbreak. Thankfully, strain X-44 decided to let you enjoy one last family outing, making its infamous appearance only a day after one of your favorite times of the year.  

It was Independence Day. Your family always threw a huge get together, inviting as many family members as your backyard could hold. Aunt, Uncles, Grandmas, Grandpas, Cousins, whether be second, third or fourth, hell, even removed, they’d be there. Cars lined the street late in the night, the entire block setting off fireworks into the stars as lightning bugs danced around the atmosphere and june bugs sang their songs of summer, celebrating national freedom.  

“Kids! The food’s ready! Come eat!” Your mother yelled from the porch. A slur of screams and giggles as the children finished splashing their current opponent added to the cacophony of all the sounds of the evening. A repetitive pop song played from the stereo and numerous people swayed drunkenly to its beat, naturally.  

You sipped from the cold beer bottle in your hand casually even though you weren’t of age. Your mother figured a few on the 4th of July couldn’t be that bad and who was going to deny underage drinking? The sun was setting by now. The blistering heat from the day slowly dissipating into a mild breeze while the mugginess remained. You sighed as you ran your fingers through your damp hair, still drying from the trip to the pool nearly an hour ago. This humidity being your only concern.

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BTS / Bangtan Boys
Pairing: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) / Min Yoongi (Suga) - Yoonseok
Rating: G
Length: 2200 something words
Keywords: Fluff, Friends to lovers, College AU, Roommates AU, Video games
Crossposted on AO3  

Prompt (by @bbyhobie) : Person A & B are roommates that love playing video games. As a joke, their friends get them The Sims. They make a family with all their friends and they get married ironically—but then they get super into it.

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But I'm A Cheerleader! - Chapter 2 (Aja x Farrah) - Millie

A/N: I’m trying to apply their roles from the cheer challenge to their characters in this, so I apologise if it seems cheesy or anything. Any feedback on this would be much appreciated! Also to all the actual cheerleaders out there, I do apologise if I’m not using the correct terms for everything, I literally don’t know the first thing about it lmao

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an mark imagine where you have a crush on him, but you are the only girl who he treats different, like he's v v close with other girls except for you. Thankkkkkkyouuuuuu (*^ω^*)

Hi there! I hope this is what you were looking for, it did end up a little cliche but hopefully it’s still a fun read. Sorry for the wait & enjoy! ✨


Listen: x

You hesitantly walked into your first class of the day. You felt nervous, understandably so, considering it was your first day of university.

You had taken a bit longer than usual getting ready, hoping you looked your best. Having always been a simple dresser, you were worried your forest green tee and the pair of light washed jeans with white runners would be a bit understated for your first day.

You took a deep breath before walking through the double doors of the study hall. What made you more nervous than attending classes was finding a new group of friends. Being your awkward self, you were never good at making friends. You had only a handful compared to others, but the ones that you did have, you were very close with.

As you entered the hall, you noticed a couple of cliques scattered around. One of them consisted of three or so girls, another two girls and yet another a group of five guys. While some of them looked like they were getting to know each other, the others looked like they already knew each other back in high school.

However, the clique that had your attention was the co-ed group with a lot of handsome and pretty faces at the front of the room. A kind and intellectual looking guy was seated on a chair with his arms loosely crossed in front of him, laughing at the conversation that was taking place. Next to him, there was a pretty girl with a high ponytail, who kept laughing and shaking her head at the jokes that were being told.

A cheerful girl who was speaking in an accented English was seated on the desk, giggling in between her story. Next to her, there was a cool looking boy with fluffy black hair and a cute giggle would escape his mouth whenever he laughed. He was turned away so you couldn’t get a good look at his face, but you were sure he was handsome.

You noticed that he had his arm loosely placed around the shoulder of the girl next to him as they talked and laughed away. You weren’t sure if that meant they were a couple or whether they were just close friends, but you wished that you could be comfortable around a guy like that one day.

You hadn’t realized that you must have been standing at the door for a while now, as curious eyes began to glance in your direction. Soon the boy with the fluffy hair turned to look at the door and he locked eyes with you.

You gasped quietly when you recognized his familiar face.

His cute rounded eyes also widened at your appearance, as he waved at you briefly.

You nodded in his direction to greet him before you slowly made your way over.

You stood a short distance away from him and his friends, tugging on your backpack straps to keep from giving away how nervous you were.

“Hi… it’s been a while… Minhyung.”

He nodded but before he could speak, the bright and cheerful girl next to him spoke up.


The kind boy who was seated chuckled lightly.

“That’s Mark’s Korean name, Herin.”

The kind boy gave you an eye smile.

“Hi, my name is Jeno. You must be an old friend of Mark’s?”

You nodded lightly.

“We were family friends since grade school.”

You turned to Mark and smiled at him.

“You grew so much I hardly recognized you.”

He bit his lip and patted the back of his neck lightly.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. I don’t think I’ve seen you since I left to Canada after middle school.”

He looked up to face you.

“You look…”

There was a pause as the others waited for him to finish his sentence.

“Like you. Still you.”

He chuckled softly as the others laughed.

The relationship between you and Minhyung or ‘Mark’, as he goes by now, had always been a little awkward. Although the two of you were the same age and your parents were really close with one another, for some reason there weren’t many words often exchanged between the two of you.

You had to admit that he had always been good-looking though, and you had a crush on him in middle school for a while.

Apart from having good looks, Mark had always been nice and friendly. Having an open mindset, it wasn’t a surprise to you when his parents told you they were going overseas. He would fit right in.

It wasn’t until middle school when you happened to come across the prettiest senior kiss Mark on the cheek did you realize that he was way out of your league.

You still remembered when you ran out, feeling dejected and embarrassed. He had followed after you and called your name, but you ran further down the hall.

The professor entered the room to signal the start of class. You scanned the room before spotting a quiet spot in the back of the room.

“Well it was nice seeing you again, Min- I mean Mark.”

You nodded before going to take a seat at the back.

“Where are you going? Sit with us.”

Jeno patted the seat next to him as the other two girls amicably agreed.

Your eyes locked with Mark’s for a short while before quickly taking a seat next to Jeno.

Jeno leaned over and smiled at you.

“What’s your name?”


“Nice to meet you.”

In the next couple weeks, the five of you began to hang out as a group. 

Specializing in the same program, you almost did everything with each other, from having the same classes to hanging out together for leisure.

The five of you were lazing around the grass outside during lunch break.

Jeno and you had the same temperament, so the two of you often sat side by side.

Herin twirled around as she danced and sang, being as outgoing as always.

Koeun was reading a book as Mark sat next to her, twirling her hair around.

She would frequently slap his hand away, making him break out in giggles again.

As Herin sat down, she tugged Mark’s arm lightly.

“Could you put my hair up for me? It’s starting to get warm.”

Mark nodded as she passed him a hair tie and he easily gathered her long black hair, tying it in a loose ponytail.

Your eyes couldn’t leave the sight in front of you as Jeno nudged your arm lightly.

“You okay?”

Your cheeks immediately warmed up.

You weren’t sure how Jeno had found out, but he had discovered your resurfaced feelings for Mark.

You nodded your head before looking away as he leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

“Watch this.”

Jeno placed his arm over your shoulder, similar to how Mark had placed his over Herin’s the first day of class. 

Your eyes widened.

Koeun lifted her brow as she closed her book.

“Well that’s new. I’ve never seen you initiate skinship before, Jeno.”

He shrugged.

“I guess we should learn to be more open like our friends from overseas, Mark and Herin.”

Koeun laughed, shaking her head in response.

You noticed that Mark had started to look uneasy.

“Quit it Jeno, _________ doesn’t like that.”

Jeno smiled as he turned to you.

“Is that right, _______? You don’t like skinship?”

Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson as he ran his fingers through your hair lightly.

“Mark, do you want to help _______ tie her hair up too?”

Mark hesitated as the others looked at him.


He stood up slowly before taking a step towards you, his round eyes never leaving your gaze.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

Why was it that he treated you so different from the other girls? Why was he so comfortable around them but so awkward around you? Did he not like you?

Before he could take a seat next to you, you stood up abruptly, face close to his.

You saw his eyes widen as he bit down on his bottom lip.

“If you hate me that much, you could have just let me know.”

You took one last look at him, hurt evident on your face before walking away from the group.

You heard Mark call your name as he ran after you.


“What’s wrong? __________!”

He held your arm lightly, turning you around to face him.

“Let go, Minhyung.”

He tightened his grip.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

You didn’t answer him as he tugged on your arm lightly.

“Follow me.”

He brought you to the side of the school where it was quiet.

He let go of you as he leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong, why are you upset?”

You crossed your arms.

“I told you. If you didn’t like me you could just say so. Why did you let me hang out with your friends?”

He was slightly taken aback. 

“Why would you think that way?”

“You’re close with the others, but you’re uncomfortable around me. Is it ‘cause I’m not pretty? Too plain?”

He took a step forward.

“It’s not like that… you’re pretty! Very-”

Although you were a bit shocked that Mark called you pretty, you placed your hand up.

“I don’t need an explanation.”

You turned to leave as he held on your arm one more time, raising his voice.

“It’s ‘cause I don’t know how to act around you.”

You turned back to glare at him.

“I’ve known you for a long time and you’ve always been that way.”

You pushed him away lightly as he sighed, speaking his next line in a quiet voice.

“It’s 'cause I like you… I don’t know how to act around you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“W-What do you mean?”

“I don’t have a problem being comfortable around other girls… but I feel nervous around you. It’s the first time I felt that way. I thought the feeling would leave but it never did.”

“Well does feeling comfortable around girls include letting them kiss you?”

Mark lifted his hands up.

“What? Of course not! Why would you-”

He paused.

“Wait… are you talking about that time you walked in on that senior and I?”

He smiled mischievously.

“How come you still remember that? It was ages ago.”

“Could you possibly…”

You tried to open your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

“Like me too?”

Even if you tried to hide it, you could feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks clearly giving away your feelings. 

“Well, it’s not like I plan on dating a player anyway.”

You shrugged.

“Wait… player?”

He shook his head.

“Never been in a relationship. And if you’re jealous over that senior kissing my cheek, that was her confessing to me. I was a kid, I was shocked okay? I tried to run after you but you just left. I thought that meant you weren’t interested in me, so… I was pretty down for a while.”

He pressed his lips lightly with his fingers.

“These are lips that have never been touched.”

The two of you laughed lightly together, eyes gazing at one another.

“You know… this is the first time we talked so much Min- I mean Mark.”

He nodded.

“You can call me Minhyung. I like it when you call me that.”

You smiled, nodding.

“So… what do we do now?”

Mark took a step towards you, arm reaching out to pat the side of your head lightly, smiling lovingly at you.

“We take our time getting to know each other.”

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Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)

My entry for the Sterek Support Network’s August prompt: school AUs. I was kind of at a loss for ideas so I just ended up grabbing about seven rough ideas from my school themed prompt list (bonus points if you can pick out all the ones I used) and stuck them all together. It’s a little late and a little long, but hopefully you guys enjoy it.

“I can’t believe I got stuck working with Derek Hale,” Stiles groans, dropping his tray to the lunch table with a flourish that sets his pasta surprise (surprise! It’s not actually pasta) jiggling worryingly.

Across the table, Scott tries to mold his expression into one of sympathy, but it only lasts about two seconds before a smile starts creeping out again.

“Dude, it’s not really that bad, is it?”

Stiles snorts.

“Obviously it’s not bad for you. You got to partner up with your girlfriend.” The grin’s back in full force now, and Stiles figures he can’t really blame the guy since he and Kira have been dancing around each other all summer, but only made things official when school started up again a week back. Still, Stiles can’t help feeling a little betrayed. Where’s the best friend solidarity? The loyalty? Two solid years as lab partners up in smoke at the barest nudge and a hint of a shy smile, and Scott’s not even trying to feel bad about it.

Meanwhile,” he continues, while Lydia and Danny slip into seats a little ways up the table, “I get stuck working with one of only four seniors in the entire school taking chemistry. You know what it means when a senior takes chemistry, Scotty? It means they weren’t smart enough to take it as a junior.”

Scott bites down on a laugh (seriously, the traitor) while Danny eyes him thoughtfully.

“Aren’t you guys taking AP Chem?”

Not the point,” Stiles replies, waving him off. “Actually that just makes it worse. His parents probably made him take it for college apps or something. I am going to be carrying this guy all year.”

Lydia takes a bite of her salad, somehow managing to make biting a cucumber seem like a predatory act.

“I’m sure he’d be willing to carry you if you asked him nicely.”

Stiles groans.

“Not this again,” he mutters, stabbing his fork viciously into a noodle. The fork slides right over the rubbery surface and sends it bouncing off the tray and straight into the side of Scott’s brown lunch bag.

They all stare at the escaped noodle blankly for several seconds, before Stiles slides his tray pointedly away.

“Do we seriously need to run through this one more time? I am not into Derek. I wasn’t into him last spring when I showed up to lacrosse games to cheer on Scott. I was not into him over the summer just because he had that stupid lifeguard job and I liked going to the pool. I like swimming, ok? If anyone was ogling his abs it was you two.” He shoots Lydia and Danny pointedly judgmental looks. Lydia smirks while Danny shrugs, unashamed.

“Hey, I know how to appreciate a view. What’s weird is you protesting so much.”

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Told You So - NCT Mark Lee

[ Y/N’s P.O.V. ]

“Thanks a lot for the false hope. I really appreciate it,” I sarcastically said to Jaemin as the two of us watched Mark and Yeri happily talking together.

Jaemin has been bugging to me about how much Mark likes me and all, which I didn’t really believe in the beginning. But as time passed, all the points that Jaemin mentioned was becoming more noticeable and it kind of made me develop some kind of feeling for Mark.

But recently, he’s been hanging out with Yeri often. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of that since I don’t even own Mark.

“But I swear, he does have feelings for you Y/N,” Jaemin said. “He even indirectly told me about it.”

“Jaemin, just look at him and Yeri. They’re both really happy and I think that I should just-urgh! I don’t know anymore.”

Jaemin sighed and looked around the cafeteria and spots Jeno, immediately tapping my shoulder to look at Jeno.

“I’ve got an idea,” Jaemin said and looked back at Jeno. “Why don’t you get close to him and maybe it’ll make Mark jealous. So, the both of you are even.”

“Hang on, I’m not jealous,” I said to Jaemin with a frown. “I’m just confused at his feelings.”

“Y/N, there’s no point hiding it now because you’re one of my best friends. You are going to do as I say and make Mark jealous,” Jaemin said as he placed his hands on my shoulder. “Is that clear?”

I didn’t reply and looked back at Mark and Yeri. The two seemed really happy, and I do kind of want to make Mark jealous - or at least see if he feels the same as me.

I looked back at Jaemin and sighed lightly. “What if it doesn’t work?”

Jaemin shook his head and let go of my shoulders. “Y/N, you’re receiving help from Na Jaemin. My plans always work.”

I stared at him for a little while before saying: “You sound awfully like Haechan right now.”

“I heard my name!” Haechan exclaimed as he came towards Jaemin and I.

“It’s nothing,” I said with Haechan and chased him away. “Don’t be nosy.”

“Excuse you, I am not nosy,” Haechan said and sat down. “I am just interested in what you two are talking about.”

Before I could say anything, Jaemin straight up tells Haechan everything and immediately agrees with Jaemin’s plan.

“His plan is actually really good, Y/N,” Haechan said.

“I didn’t say it was bad. I just said what if it doesn’t work,” I defended myself.

“That’s indirectly doubting his plan,” Haechan said.

“And you should never doubt a plan by Na Jaemin,” Jaemin added.

I just sighed helplessly and watched Haechan call out to Jeno, loudly - I think the whole cafeteria heard it, but only Jeno’s table and, Mark and Yeri looked at us.

I looked at Mark, realising that he was staring at me, and immediately turned my gaze to Jeno.

As Jeno made his way here, Haechan and Jaemin were discussing a plan.

“What’s up?” Jeno asked and took a seat beside me, since Haechan was sitting beside Jaemin.

“Y/N needs someone to study with for our exam, but no one’s free tomorrow,” Haechan began.

“Oh, what a bummer,” Jeno said. “I’ll accompany you then, Y/N. If you want,” Jeno offered.

“Great!” Haechan happily exclaims. “Y/N and Jeno are going on a study date! Cute!”

I face palmed myself for Haechan’s loud voice and looked over at Mark and Yeri. The two were still talking, but Mark was looking at me. I ignored him and looked at Jeno.

“So, library?” I asked and Jeno nodded.

“I need you to help me with Physics,” Jeno said with a faint laugh. “My physics is horrible.”

“I need your help in Add Maths,” I said with a giggle. “Mine is probably the worst in class.”


“So, where should we start?” Jeno asked as we both took a seat near the end of the library.

We choose to sit there because: first, there wasn’t anyone there and second, we are aloud to be a little bit loud here. So, I thought it’ll be nice if we could sit here and maybe have a great time together.

“Let’s start with Physics then,” I said and opened up the chapter that we recently studied in class.

Before I could say anything, my mind was interrupted by the one person I didn’t expect to see.

Urgh, their laugh, their smiles. Just the idea of them together just makes me sick to my stomach. Why are they here? If they wanted to hangout so much, why couldn’t they do it at the park or something. I know this is to make Mark jealous and all, but Mark being here with Yeri just breaks my heart and makes me feel like the plan isn’t working at all.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jeno asked as he realised that I spaced out a little.

I looked back at him and nodded. “O-of course, I was just thinking of something. Let’s start.”

[ Mark’s P.O.V. ]

“She isn’t even looking here and we’ve been here for hours,” I said to Yeri in sadness. “She seems so happy with Jeno. I thought you said that she has like some feelings for me?”

“She does! It’s just that you’re too blind to see it,” Yeri said and flicked my head.

“But, why doesn’t she even care that I’m here?”

“Well, have you ever considered that maybe you should just tell her straight?” Yeri suggested. “Honestly, the entire school like knows that you two like each other, AND YET you two are talking with someone else of the opposite gender and pretending to like someone else.”

“What are you trying to say?” I asked feeling slightly confused.

Yeri sighs with a shook of her head. “You know what, I’m not even going to help you right now. Just figure it out yourself.”

As Yeri stood up, I immediately followed after her. “Yeri, don’t leave me. I’ll look like a loner.”

Yeri just rolled her eyes. “The more I hangout with you, the more Y/N is going to hate me.”

“What?” I asked in confusion. “Why would she hate you? You’re like one of my best friends.”

“Mark, I love you like you’re my own brother, but you are very very very horrible in this kind of stuff,” Yeri said with a sigh. “I want to help you, but this is your decision. I can’t help you when it comes to this kind of stuff.”


[ Y/N’s P.O.V. ]

As days passed, I hung out with Jeno a lot and we’ve actually grown unexpectedly close. We even walk back home together now, with Jaemin, Haechan and Renjun tagging along, of course.

But, the whole point of this, was to make Mark jealous and now, I’m not even sure if this is working. He and Yeri seem a bit distant, but they’re still hanging out often.

“Y/N~ Earth to Y/N~” Jaemin waved his hand in front of me as I snapped out of my thoughts. “Thinking about Mark again, aren’t you.”

I just sigh and walked in front of them with a disappointed feeling in my heart.

The boys began talking about something, that I couldn’t quite hear.

“Y/N,” Jeno called out to me. “Let’s get ice cream, I’ll pay for you. To cheer you up, okay?”

Damn, Jeno. You can’t use the free ice cream ticket.

I smiled a little and rolled my eyes. “Okay.”

“Hey! What about us?” Haechan asked with a pout.

“Yeah, don’t forget that we’re here as well,” Renjun added.

“I’m buying only for Y/N cause she deserve it,” Jeno said and stuck out his tongue at the boys in a joking way. “Come on!” Jeno said as he held my hand and dragged me to the nearest ice cream shop.


“Thanks for the ice cream Jeno,” I thanked him as I began to lick my ice cream.

“Anything for you, Y/N,” Jeno said and wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder.

“Where are we going now?” I asked Jeno.

Jeno didn’t reply immediately and looked around the shop a little. All of the sudden…

“Y/N, help me hold my ice cream for a while,” Jeno said and passed his ice cream to me. “I need to use the washroom.”

“O-okay,” I said in shock as he ran back into the ice cream shop.

As I patiently waited for Jeno to come out, I see someone in the corner of my eyes.

[ Author’s P.O.V. ]

“Hey,” Mark greeted Y/N as he nervously had his hands in his pocket.

“H-hey,” Y/N greeted him back. “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

“I was walking back home, but I saw you here,” Mark said. “Are you here alone?”

“Errr, no,” Y/N replied and showed him the two ice cream. “I’m here with Jeno. He bought me ice cream today.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Mark faked a smile. “You’ve been close with Jeno, recently.”

“Yeah, he’s a really great friend,” Y/N replied with a slight nod.

There was a short silence that was broken by Mark who was getting impatient.

“Are you doing anything, this weekend?”

Y/N gave a quick thought and remembered that she was busy that day. “Yeah, I’m supposed to help Jeno with his Physics.”

“Oh,” Mark replied feeling a little disappointed. “C-can I join?”

Y/N was surprised by his answer but nodded her head. “Sure.”

“Then, maybe after that, we can go somewhere together? Just the two of us?” Mark asked unsurely.

His heart was beating really quick as he asked, hoping that Y/N couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

“W-what for?” Y/N asked.

Mark sigh before explaining to Y/N about how he felt. “Y/N, I really really really really like you a lot, and I really would like if I could take you out on a date. I know this is really unexpected but I really would like to spend more time with you. Seeing you with Jeno kind of made me feel jealous and I want to spend time with you as much as he does.”

Y/N was stunned at Mark’s words.

“Y-you like m-me?” Y/N asked and Mark nodded.

“I thought you like Yeri?” Y/N asked.

Mark shook his head immediately. “She’s like a sister to me. Plus, she likes one of the seniors.”

“Really? You like me?” Y/N asked again, not being able to believe it.

Mark nodded with a smile.

“I-I like you too,” Y/N confessed with a smile that made Mark smile even brighter. “I can’t believe the boys were right,” Y/N said with a faint laugh.

“I can’t believe Yeri was right!” Mark half-exclaimed in happiness making the both of us laugh.

“Didn’t we told you so?” The two loved ones heard Haechan said from behind with Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun and Yeri all-together.

“If only you guys listened to us and just confessed earlier,” Yeri added with a smirk.

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right, so i ended up adding all the 00 liners of NCT Dream xD i hope it was nice and enjoyable to read tho x’D squeezed all my brain juice out for this story. goodnight ~ !

Japril + small town vibes 

“Ow!” Jackson yelped in pain as he perched on a branch the old oak tree outside the two-story house. 

“April,” he called when he finally got close enough to her window to knock on the glass and say her name. Jackson could only see the back of her but by the sounds coming from the walls, he could tell that she was having a pity party for one. 

“Dammit,” he spat and sucked his injured finger into his mouth, getting a splinter was one of the hazards of visiting his best friend this way. But Jackson would rather take his chances at higher altitudes than go toe-to-toe with Buster.

April jumped in surprise when she finally heard Jackson tapping at her window. After pulling her headphones, off she quickly hurried over to the window to let him in.

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Best Brother [Twin!Jungkook]

Summary: Twin!Jungkook AU. When nobody in school seems to notice it was not only Jungkook’s birthday, but also yours, Jungkook knows just the right way to cheer you up.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: A Jungkook imagine to celebrate this cutie pie’s birthday! Happy birthday Jungkookie. Even though you’re growing older, you’ll always be a smol precious bunny in our eyes. Love you ♡

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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My Story:

I don’t remember the first time I thought of myself as fat, but I’ve always struggled with my weight. I got my period in 6th grade, I was the first of my friends to get it. In jr. high I thought of myself as “chubby” because I was the only one with boobs and curves. In high school I showed too much cleavage as a way of combatting how insecure I was about my body. The summer between sophomore and junior year my mom invested in a nutritionist. We went together every Saturday. We’d sit down with the Dr. and talk about our eating habits and exercise. I truly truly thank my mom for investing in our health that summer because now I really know the difference between what’s good for my body and what isn’t. I lost about 20 pounds that summer. When the school year started a boy told me I was too skinny and had no ass so I abandoned all the hard work I had put into losing weight and gained it all back. After that it was a constant struggle. I was really active in high school, cheer, tennis, and swim, so going off to college and becoming inactive was terrible for me. I gained the “freshmen 15” and then some. Right after Christmas my freshmen year, I got mono and lost 20 pounds. I was so excited. Of course I gained it all back pretty quickly. Sophomore year I joined the Alpha Chi Omega sorority. The picture to the left was me at our Pizza Pie with Alpha Chi philanthropy. I was 190 pounds, my heaviest and I hated myself. My confidence was at an all time low. When I look at that picture I don’t even see myself, I see a fat slob. Over Christmas break my sophomore year of college I got engaged. Of course I made it my mission to lose weight before I got married, every girl wants to look her best on her wedding day. My now husband and I decided to get married a year and a half from when we got engaged so I had some time to really get healthy. Being the procrastinator I am, I floated between 180-185 for the next 16 months, but I gained an eating disorder. Binge eating is no joke. When there was food in front of me, I’d eat it. If I was bored, I’d eat anything and everything I could get my hands on. It was bad, my portion sizes were pretty much how ever much of that food I had within arms reach. I crept back up to 190 in May of 2016. That next month, June, I came home for the summer and began my weight loss sprint to the finish line. Our wedding date was set for Aug. 6th so I had about 6 weeks (give or take a couple days). I invested in a personal trainer (Sweatprettyco, look her up on Instagram, she’s amazing), cut out dairy, sugar, and all unnatural carbs. By unnatural carbs I mean I didn’t eat bread or pasta or crap, I still ate the carbs from fruit and veggies. I also went to see a Dr. and was prescribed 2 months of phentermine. Phentermine gave me a lot of energy and took away my hunger. At the beginning it was hard to eat at all. I’d work out in the morning (I’ve never been a breakfast person) go to work right after, get home at 4 or 5pm and realize I hadn’t had a single bite to eat all day. It wasn’t until 6 or 7pm that I’d start to get a headache from not eating all day. It only took about half a week for me to figure out how to fit small, healthy meals into my schedule. Once I figured out how to balance everything I started dropping weight fast. My stomach shrank so small portion sizes actually filled me up. I then realized that I had had an eating disorder. It actually took being proscribed a weight loss medication for me to figure out that I needed help. Just to clarify, phentermine isn’t a weight loss magical pill. It supported my weight loss, but I still had to put in the work to get where I wanted to be. I went out two separate times before my wedding (one being my bachelorette party) and ate and drank without holding back. I honestly had a great summer. My fiancé and I were apart most of the summer so I got to really focus on myself, my friendships, my family, planning my wedding, and just being me. I lost about 15 pounds that summer but gained back a couple pounds of muscle. I was 175 on my wedding day and I was more confident then I’ve ever been in my life. I truly felt beautiful and wanted. I came to terms with myself. The picture to the right was me at my bridal party, the weekend before my wedding. After the wedding, Adam and I went back to school to begin our senior year of college. It’s winter break now and I’ve kept off the weight. I’ve been seeing a personal trainer but my body hasn’t changed much because I’m not watching what I’m eating. I’m doing just enough to stay the same, still eating absolute crap. You see, living with a boy is hard. Adam is tall and muscular. He can eat whatever he wants and not gain a pound. He’s in the fire/paramedic academy so he’s very physical. He gets home at night and we go out to eat. Every night. It’s bad, really really bad. But I feel like I’m using all that as an excuse! I have no self control! I need to figure it out! I did so good this summer, I just need to get back into that frame of mind. I’m going to keep seeing my personal trainer next semester, but I’m also really going to focus on my eating. I’m student teaching from January 9th, 2017 to the beginning of May and I think since I’ll be on such a strict schedule with teaching and work, I can really plan out my meals and snacks for the day. If I can just stay ahead of the game and eat right, I will drop weight quickly. I know I will because I’ll be doing everything right! I’d really like to get a Facebook group together to motivate each other. A small group of girls from anywhere in the world, just motivating each other and keeping each other accountable. I want a group of girls that will actually be disappointed in me if I fall off the wagon. If this sounds good to you send me a message. I’m kind of reaching out to the fitblr/fitspo/fitfam community. I need you guys. If my story sounds familiar or motivates you, maybe motivates is the wrong word… If my story does anything for you, let me know! I’ve honestly never written it out before like this, so it might sound choppy or confusing, but it’s real, it’s me and I need all the help I can get this semester. So let’s do this together, starting January 1st, new year new me right? Let’s start 2017 off with the right eating habits, working out 4-5 times a week, and being the best versions of ourselves. Sound like a plan?