oh god i already regret it

The only summary of Battle City you’ll ever need, even if it’s a tad bit inaccurate

Heat Headcanons

-With a mate, an Omega’s heat will usually only last a week. But without at least the scent of an Alpha, the Omega could be forced to suffer for up to three weeks

-During a heat the desperation to be knotted comes in waves. The length of breaks between these waves depends entirely on the pace set at the beginning of the heat. If the Alpha starts trying to knot the Omega before the heat has even really taken hold, the continuing duration of the heat will be more intense and exhausting with hardly any breaks between waves. But if they wait until the Omega is completely slick and ready for it, the heat will be easier and more relaxed for them

-An Omega’s first time going through heat with a mate and being nervous about everything. Worrying that being knotted will hurt, that the Alpha won’t find them attractive enough, worrying that their nest won’t be good enough. The Alpha picking up on the anxieties and despite how badly they just want to rut into the Omega, they take the time to snuggle into the nest and praise the Omega for how cozy and well put together it is, before gently coaxing their overheating mate from their clothes and slowly getting them to open up for them, and it’s all very nice and gentle…until the Omega arches and starts pleading for more

-During a heat is when bonding usually occurs. A couple bonds by biting into each others scent glands hard enough to draw blood and scar, doing it while being knotted helps distract the Omega from the pain of it

-Between waves of heat the Alpha will try to force the Omega to eat and drink and occasionally help them wash up in the shower…just so they can get them all dirty again ten minutes later

-Omegas in heat like to taunt their Alphas and try to aggravate them, because on an instinctual level they want the Alpha to pursue and dominate them and that’s exactly the reaction they get when they rile the Alpha up enough to snap and pin the Omega down with their full body weight and bite the back of their neck harshly to make them submit

-An Omega’s heat being unusually intense to the point that their Alpha is too wrecked and breathless to even move so the aggravated Omega just pushes them to lie back before sliding down onto the Alpha and satisfying themselves…it only injures a small portion of the Alpha’s pride

-Most Alphas love heats because they have a bit of a slick fetish and will happily spend a ridiculous amount of time licking up the excessive amount if slick their Omega mate is producing

-Alpha and Omega that are best friends and they are both fully aware that they are in love with each other, the Omega is waiting for the Alpha to initiate something but the Alpha is too nervous but one day the Omega goes into heat and pleads for the Alpha to help them out because it hurt so badly…a whole mess of instincts later and the Alpha is deep inside the Omega waiting for their knot to go down and freaking out because “oh my God I haven’t even asked you out yet! I’m so sorry, was this okay? Oh My God did I just take advantage of you?!” and the exhausted Omega telling them to shut up and that they’d arranged it all because the Alpha was obviously a scared little shit that needed a shove in the right direction

-An Alpha and Omega couple arranging to spend the Omega’s heat together, a few months in advance to ensure they are both level headed when discussing it (because consent is important) but the Alpha is too nervous once they actually go to do it. The Omega is literally all spread out and submissive in front of them and suddenly the Alpha is just like “Are you sure the heat wasn’t affecting you at all when we made this decision?” and the Omega is just so done “we’ve been planning this for months and if you don’t start fucking me right now for the love of god I will walk right out that door stark naked and get another Alp-” and that’s all the threatening encouragement the Alpha needs to start possessively latching on to the Omega’s neck and sliding themself right in

DUFF (CHAPTER 3)

Originally posted by nnochu

Chapter 3

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

 ╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I would regret it. The music was so loud, I could feel the bass pounding through my chest. The living room was crammed full with people, and the thought of actually having to walk into that was giving me anxiety. But just remembering that this was Yoongi’s house was making my stomach do summersaults.

“Y/n, lighten up will you? It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun.” Lisa said, snaking her arm over my shoulder.

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Anonymous said: So i love your “protag breaking down in front of the antag” prompts, do you think you could maybe do some of the reverse? The antagonist breaking down in front of the protagonist? 

dentist-why said:Could you do the villain breaking down in front of the hero because they don’t want to be a villain. (P.S. your blog is so good you are such a great writer.)

Anonymous said:Your protagonist breaking down in front of the antagonist prompts are fantastic! But, maybe to mix it up, could we get some antagonist breaking down in front of the protagonist prompts? (Unless they’ve been done before, I mean)


1) It wasn’t an obvious or sudden shattering. There were no tears, no screams, no heaving breaths. But something in them seemed to have just crumpled. And people could make a lot of jokes about the antagonist being heartless but they weren’t hollow like that. The hero watched it happen, barely aware of it at first - the way a person didn’t notice a cliff being eroded or the colour leeching from an old painting when they saw it so slowly. 


2) “Go on then,” the villain said. They wet their lips, eyes aglow with an almost mania, a fever. “Kill me.”
It was a horrible moment to realize that they weren’t being taunted or mocked or dared - they were being begged.


3) “Tell me what happened, please.”
“What does it matter?”
“Of course, it matters. I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” the villain tried for a smirk, but it was all wobbly and then pressed thin as if desperate to hold back a sob. They swallowed hard. “It’s not crime when it happens to bad people, it’s justice. Karma. Just the way the story goes.”
“You don’t actually believe that.”
The villain glanced up, the look on their expression heartbreaking. Because oh, they actually did. And oh, they looked terrified.
The hero’s teeth gritted, and they crowded a little closer, lowered their voice. “Look. If someone’s hurt you - told you that - if someone’s got something on you-”
“Oh, don’t you know, hero?” this time, their voice really did crack. “No one’s ever got anything on me.”  
It was enough, they’d seize hold of the antagonist in a moment. “Let me help you.” An order, not a plea this time.


4) Being them, they weren’t allowed to splinter. They didn’t have friends to fall back on, they didn’t have a safety net, the people of their court had no mercy towards the weak or the stumbling. To slip, to mistep, even an inch was to beg the wolves to fall on his throat. In a room of predators there always had to be prey and they’d vowed never to be prey again. They would never be seen as weak again.
“I’m sorry,” they said, as the protagonist’s door opened. “I know I shouldn’t be here. This was a terrible idea-” they took a step back, regretting coming already. It was foolish.
The protagonist caught their arm and reeled them inside. Gently. So gently.
It was the gentleness that did it and the next second the antagonist was in tears. Hideous, world bent out of shape, tears.  


5) “I’m fine,” the antagonist said.
“Okay.”
“I’m fine.” They’d just said that, and the protagonist was starting to look concerned. “Just fine. Everything’s going to be fine.” Oh god, they couldn’t stop saying it, couldn’t stop gabbling it, couldn’t breathe over it choking on that word. Fine, fine, fine, always perfectly fine.


6) The villain’s lungs strained for air as the hero slammed them up against the wall, face inches away. Fear licked up their spine.
“You’re sorry?” the hero spat. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover what you’re going to be for what you’ve done. You don’t get to cry over your guilt - you’re not one who got hurt.”


7) They knew it was wrong, they knew they shouldn’t like seeing the antagonist like this. A shell of themselves, fragile, held together by stitches. But oh they were so pliant like this. So scared of doing wrong and so desperately needing reassurance.
“I forgive you.”
“It’s going to be okay.”
“You’re not a monster.”
The hero had never felt so addictively needed in their life, so redemptive, so powerful to have the villain breathless and overwhelmed with the smallest of kindnesses. They felt like god.

Are you sure?
  • Harry: You don't have to do it... I mean-
  • Draco: No, I want to. Are you sure it's what you want?
  • Harry: Yes, absolutely. I just don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into this.
  • Draco: No, no! You're not. I just don't want you to regret it afterwards.
  • Harry: I would never!
  • Draco: Are you sure? I feel like-
  • Ron: Oh my god, will you two just pick a dessert and be done with it already?

oh my god the potential in Sombra joining Talon the same year Amelie was kidnapped. 

Sombra seeing prototype Widowmaker and how unstable she is
Watching the erosion of Amelie’s personality
Weighing the need for information against the life of this young woman who didn’t have anything to do with the conflict
Back-dooring Amelie’s brain for talon and immediately regretting it

Thank you sm for this timeline.

The frogs and their awkward high school phases

insert the *you know I had to do it to em* pic here

Dex: He was a sad emo boy. Without question. if asked though he’d say he was punk but…no. All you need to do is just picture the awkwardest, lankiest fourteen year old with an oversized black hand me down tee with super bright ginger hair and there ya go: teen dex. I have so much more to say here.

  •  he wrote angry song lyrics all over the knock off converse his mom paid good money for. She’s very disappointed in you William thats so irresponsible. 
    • also: wrote song lyrics and little emo symbols all over his arms with sharpie whenever he got bored in school. You’re poisoning your blood billy your mother is concerned
  • Wore heavy wool beanies all the time. Like even in the summer. He did it to cover his hair and the tips of his ears because he didn’t think red hair and big ears were punk and he was embarrassed.
  • keep in mind that dex was an active hockey player during this time. Was probably the captain of high school team and everything, but that didn’t stop him from getting chirped to hell for showing up to practice with his nails painted black from the polish he borrowed/stole from his cousin. 
    • Not to mention that one time that his goalie found a super embarrassing picture of dex from when he was first starting to come out of his emo little shell. For a full month his nickname was guyliner.
  • His older brother thought that Dex’s emo/punk phase was the funniest thing ever. He’s make fun of Dex for it all the time. This lead to several instances where Dex would yell ‘it’s not a phase!’ ‘no one understands me’ etc and then he’d lock himself in his room for an hour and blasted bad punk music from the 70s. 
  • Whenever he raised enough money to pay for something hockey or school related, hed buy it, but he’d always get a little sad after the purchase bc he really wanted to save up to get an eyebrow piercing one day
  • One good thing came out of this emo phase though! he learned to play guitar and he got really good. He also tried to start a garage band, but he didn’t have the social skills to acquire member for that said band. To this day he often daydreams about how awesome this band would have been.  CHOWDWR AND NURSEY BELOW >>

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Special Instructions (5/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: ~3200
Chapters: One Two Three Four

I love y’all and hope this little tidbit of humor and sexual tension cheers you up if you’re feeling down ~ ❤️🍕 

reader requested tags: @ilovemesomekillianjones @lenfaz @like-waves-on-the-beach @emmaswanchoosesyou @blessed-but-distressed @tiganasummertree

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Special instructions: tell me jokes, joke man

Things were going great with Killian despite the fact that they communicated almost solely through text message. She’d spent nearly the entire first week of November out of state chasing a particularly sneaky skip and she was pretty sure the number of texts between them had fallen into the thousands by now.

They talked a little about their lives, just little tidbits about their likes and dislikes and the gossip from their respective friend groups. Emma liked crime shows; the less scientifically accurate, the better. Killian was into sitcoms. They both enjoyed reading but where Emma loved horror and suspense, mainly every book Stephen King had ever written, Killian was actually into sensual romance novels. (He’d only been slightly embarrassed to admit it.)

David and Mary Margaret were trying to get pregnant, and Belle and Killian’s older brother Liam were pregnant; they’d practically just found out that she was 10 weeks along and Killian was psyched at the prospect of becoming an uncle. Ruby was getting over her recent heartbreak by beginning an interesting three-way relationship with a martial artist and a dog groomer, both women, both ridiculously head over heels for her. Killian’s buddy Will was inheriting a bar from his recently deceased boss. Regina and Robin were planning the most extravagant wedding ever, and by that she meant that Regina was planning the most extravagant wedding ever and Robin was passively agreeing with all her decisions. And Killian’s best friend Ariel’s Etsy shop was booming; apparently handmade mermaid tails and shell bras were in surprisingly high demand.

They learned quite a bit about each other. Their friendship was blooming…

But mostly they flirted.

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Bts reaction when his best friend who usually don't say how much they like them show it

Anonymous: What would be BTS and GOT7 reaction when they overheard you talk about how much you love and appreciate them to your friend? And you’re not usually the type to say these kind of things out loud. Thanks ❤

I’m sorry for taking so long but finally here it is, I Hope you liked it! 😅💖


Jin:

You were both playing Mario Kart, and as usual you were losing when suddenly Jin dropped the commands and let you win.
* Jin, that was so sweet. That’s why you’re the best friend in the world!
He was a little astonished when he heard you saying that, because as much as he knew you liked him, you rarely said it, leaving him with a big smile, for the rest of the day.

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Suga:

You were with the others members of Bts and with your best friend, when V ask:
-Y/N, Why do you like Yoongi?
-Why are you asking that?
-Because, he always look so cold.
-He always looks cold but he isn’t clod. He is the cutest thing I ever seen.

Yoongi start to smiling and he can’t stop himself off, because he din’t expect that of you.

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J-Hope:

You two were walking down the street, when you say.

*I would like to ask you something?

*What Y / N?
*I wish you wouldn’t forget me and we’d still be best friends because I love you and you’re the best person I ever knew in my life.
-I Love you too.
So he pulled you into a big  hug.

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Rap Monster:

You two had gone to an ice cream parlor, and you were sitting on the table close to the window while he was paying for the ice creams. When Namjoon was going to your table, he spill the ice cream on the floor, and you heard a lady say:

*What an clumsy boy, probably he…

*He isn’t clumsy this things sometimes happend. And he’s the best friend in the world.

Saying this you go helping him clean the dirt he had done on the floor. Namjoon was going to pretend he hadn’t heard what you said but inside he was going to be quite happy to have you as his best friend.

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Jimin:

Every Tuesday he go to your house, but that Tuesday he hadn’t come and wasn’t answering the cell phone, you started to get worryed,  then when you were leaving home, determined to go looking for him. Jimin appeared, you automatically hugged him with all your strength you had and say:
*I adore you, never do that to me again.
He was speechless with your reaction but he ended up saying.
*I adore you too.

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V:

You were sick at home almost a week ago and Taehyung had visited you every day to see if you’d get better. When you hear the sound of the doorbell you already knew it was him, when you open the door I have extended for you one box with chocolate.
* Oh my God that was so cute, I love you Tae !!
Saying, you hug it, but you quickly you regret but him put you closer and give you a big hug.

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Jungkook:

You were in the room talking about some embarrassing situations that has happened to you as children, and you two couldn’t stop laughing. While laughing you say:

*Oh my god, that was hilarious! I miss that times with you, I should come here more often. I love you Kookie.

*Yes, you should! Wait what did you say?

* You should have heard it the first time because I will not say it again, sorry.

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*Gifs aren’t mine credits to the owners*

Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.

A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)

The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”

“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.

“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.

Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.

Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.

“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”

“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”

“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”

“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”

“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”

“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.

The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.

You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.

“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”

“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”

“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.

“Chris is coming to LA!”

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Part 5A

18| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 3782

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Minjee yanked her pointe shoe off with everyone watching. Her face was bright red, and at breaking point. Almost the whole class was laughing. Even Eungkwan had a covert smile on his face. You nearly felt sympathetic. Because of Jimin and Taehyung, Minjee had had a pretty hard class. But not really, she totally deserved it. Besides you couldn’t be a saint. She hadn’t cared when it had been you.

She spun around to face you, her eyes venomous. “You’re gonna pay for going and crying to the seniors.” She spat. Her eyes roved around your class, who tried to stifle their giggles. “Shut up!” She snapped, and stormed out the door, her gum-covered pointe shoe swinging dangerously from the ribbons. Seohyun hurried after her.

“Those men are legends.” Yuna said, shaking her head in disbelief. She glanced at you. “Were you in on that?” She sounded curious, not accusing.

“Nope, though it seems like the sort of thing Taehyung might do.”

“Oh my god, (Name)!” Hyeun squealed. “You’re so lucky being on first name basis with them!” She grabbed your hands and jumped up and down excitedly. “And they did all this for you!”

Yuna and you exchanged glances. “Minjee’s pissed.” She said with a grin as the two of you sat down. “Though it might not have been the best idea to ruffle her feathers just before the review.”

“Aw, come on Yuna!” Hyeun exclaimed. “Jimin’s already ruffled her to oblivion. God, he was terrifying.”

Yuna nodded. “He had a very good point though, for all of us.”

Hyeun sobered, her eyes turning regretful as she picked at the knot of her pointe shoe.

You glanced at your phone. “I better get going.” You said, pulling the drawstrings of your shoe bag and standing up. “I have to get to that ballet store before it shuts.”

“Wrystone?” Yuna asked. “What fo - oh, right shoes.”

You nodded, not quite able to keep your irritation off your face.

“Wait a sec.” Hyeun mumbled as she began rummaging around in her dance bag. Eventually she pulled out around 25000 Won and held it out to you.

You frowned. “Hyeun I can’t…”

She shook her head. “Jimin was right. We had no authority to do that to you. And now you have to get a whole new pair of pointe shoes which you shouldn’t have to pay for. 25000 Won won’t pay for all of it, but I’ll try getting some of the others to chip in” Hyeun gave you a shy smile. “We’ll pay you back.”

You hesitantly took the money. “Thank you, Hyeun.” You said sincerely. Maybe Hyeun could be mislead, or made  judgements without thinking them through, but what person hadn’t gone through a stage like that?

She grinned, once again her normal self.

“See you later!”

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The bus stop was about a hundred yards down the road from Amour you found out from Mrs Cope, the receptionist who you’d discovered behind a massive stack of fabric receipts and post-it notes. She’d handed you a bus timetable and a map, before writing that you were ‘out of house’ on a little whiteboard.

You looked at the bus timetable as you headed up the stairs. The buses were infrequent. As far as you knew, Amour was in a pretty secluded area, and most students probably didn’t bother going in that often. If you wanted to see Jiwoo as well as get your pointe shoes, you’d have to catch the bus that left in ten minutes and miss lunch.

The dorm room was empty by the time you got there. You were glad, another confrontation with Minjee was not on your agenda. You opened up your trunk, the stench of horrible wet, stained clothes hit you. Those idiots…

Holding your breath you dove an arm in searching for your wallet. After a while you finally found it, typically it was at the bottom.

The sticky stuff dripped from the wallet. It looked like porridge. Quickly you shut the trunk with your elbow and hurried to the bathrooms. You ran your wallet and arm under the tap, feeling nauseated. Jimin’s words had put them so clearly in the wrong that you found yourself even more repulsed than this morning. How could they have done this when they didn’t even know whether you’d 'ruined the review’ or not? Why hadn’t anyone thought about what they were doing?

You took a deep breath. Maybe Jimin had changed that.

You turned off the tap, only just realizing that running water on your credit card and banknotes might not have been the greatest idea.

Then you changed into the clothes Dawon had given you. Black tights, a short blue and black tartan skirt and a long sleeved dark blue v-neck. She’d even managed to find you a pair of knee high boots and dark blue leg warmers. You smiled. Leg warmers seemed to be essential to Dawon. Last of all, she’d included a black jacket. Quickly you pulled off your hairnet and hair ties, slipped your wallet into your pocket and rushed out, knowing you had wasted way too much time.

By the time you got out the double doors and down the steps, it was raining. You sat of in a sprint seeing as the bus was beginning to take off.

“Hey!” You yelled, waving your arms frantically. The bus suddenly swerved onto the side, just a few metres from the bus stop. You hurried up to it, breathing hard as the doors hissed open.The bus driver looked at you grumpily as you fumbled around for money.

You finally handed him some coins. He raised a displeased eyebrow. What? Oh no, there was a glob of oatmeal stuck to one of the coins. “Sorry.” You said, and replaced it with another, the bus driver grunted, and you quickly moved in. The few other people on the bus gave you irritated looks.

You shuffled into one of the back seats, staring out the window at the lashing rain. A tiny smile came to your lips. It felt so normal. Aside from the dressy clothes and oatmeal, you were used to running after the bus. Before you’d gotten your Honda a few months ago, you’d spent many mornings running after the school bus, then guiltily walking back into the house and asking your mom or dad for a lift, or, if you did manage to stop it, clambering on to the amused looks of other students. It was funny to think that only a few months ago, ballet had just been a cherished hobby.

The jolting stop of the bus pulled you out of your thoughts.

You quickly got out, carefully avoiding the flooded gutter. You hurried under the awning of a shop, avoiding the pouring rain, and walked along. Wrystone, it seemed, was nothing more than a few shops and a tiny park, maybe two blocks on either side of houses, it was kind of cute. The ballet shop Dawon had told you about was pretty easy to spot. It had a hanging sign, like the ones outside old English taverns, with a painting of ballet shoes, and the words:

Sung & Sons

Dance Emporium

You went in, a bell tinkling with the door. The shop was warm and well lit. Surprisingly, there were a few people milling around, even though Wrystone seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Maybe people made long journeys to get here, it would certainly be worth it. It was like Dawon’s room, just more orderly and much, much bigger. Practise tutus hung from the ceiling, and clothing racks full of black leotards were scattered about, along with great barrels of packeted tights. A mother was trying to pull two little girls away from the mannequin of a sparkling fairy tutu.

But there weren’t just ballet things. On short shelves were rows and rows of tap shoes and tango shoes and jazz shoes and dance sneakers. Glittering ballroom costumes and unitards filled more clothing racks. On another shelf was a collection of dance class CD’s, music sheets and books.

There was another stand with hooks, on which hung every colour of bandeaus and crocheted hairnets and bobby pins known to man. At the very back of the shop was the biggest collection of pointe shoes you’d ever seen. The entire back wall was concealed by floor to ceiling shelves, each one stacked high with pointe shoes.

“Freed of London?” Came a voice from behind. You spun around.

A man with greying red hair and a goatee beaming down at you. He had old, circular glasses, and he wore a grey and red pinstriped waistcoat over his shirt. A badge pinned to it said:

Mister Sung, owner

You frowned, confused for a second, then realised what he meant. “Oh, yes.” You said nodding. “I use, Freed pointe shoes.”

“Mmm.” He nodded, pensive. “I thought as much. I can always tell, you see. You have the calves for it, you and I am guessing your feet are not as wide as some. You’re from Force de la Beauté?”

You smiled, narrowing your eyes. “How did you know?”

“Ah!” He clapped his hands together. “Your eyes, my dear, your eyes!” He chuckled at your bemusement. “You look terribly tired, you know. I am supposing you’re in need of something specific?”

You nodded. “Pointe shoes, actually.”

“Splendid!” He clapped his hands again and began leading you through the store. You marvelled at a beautiful collection of tiaras sitting in a glass case you passed. “Now, I’m sure your past the studio brand, yes?”

“Yes.” You said. You’d only been en pointe for three years, and you knew very little about the different brands of shoes. However you did know that Freed of London had studio shoes, for beginner pointe dancers, and then another range for the more experience dancers.

“Classic Pro.” You told him.

“Aha.” He said. “A nice design, you know. Not for the fainthearted, mind. They don’t have a beginner’s support.” You reached the back shelves. A two metre barre was secured to the ground right by it, and a bench. Mister Sung climbed up one of the shelf ladders with surprising agility. You sat down on the bench and began taking your leg warmers and boots off. “I’m curious Miss?”

“(Surname)” You supplied.

“Miss (Surname), as to why you need another pair of pointe shoes so soon. You see, we have been delivering three pairs of pointe shoes for every Amourian danseuse each month since Jinho signed a contract with us all those years ago. You must be a very fierce dancer to warrant a fourth pair in such a short amount of time?”

“I arrived late.” You told him as he shifted through the many packets of pointe shoes. “My old pointes were a few months old.”

“They died, then?” He spoke as if they were relatives, not just shoes.

“Yes.” You said. If he liked pointe shoes that much, then getting into what actually happened didn’t seem like a good idea.

“Ah, the time we cobblers take to make them.” He grumbled fondly. “Only to have you stamp them out in a single performance. Now, what are your measurements?”

You told him the measurements you had memorized after your first fitting. He eventually came down with a pair, and you slipped them on. Without any ribbons, they were loose, but using the barre you were able to follow Mister Sung’s instructions. “Every pair is slightly different, Miss (Surname).” He said, kneeling down to check the shank length. “And so every shoe must be tested. All these silly people buying pointes on the internet. Now please climb up to pointe.”

One foot at a time, you stood up on your platforms. You gritted your teeth against the added pressure. Until the toe box had moulded to your own toes, it was going to hurt more than usual. The fact that you weren’t wearing gel pads probably made it worse. “A nice arc there, Miss (Surname).” He said approvingly while gently squeezing the toe box.

The image of Taehyung twisting Minjee’s foot this way and that came into your head, and you tried not to giggle. How Minjee possibly thought that Taehyung had any knowledge of pointe shoes you did not know.

“Well, these seem to fit you perfectly well, Miss (Surname).” Mister Sung stood back up, and you went back down to flat. “I take it you’ll be needing ribbons and such?”

“Yes please.” You said, putting your boots back on.

He grabbed the necessary packets and took them to the counter. As he put your new shoes back in their plastic and tallied up the total, you looked at the beautiful jewellery boxes next to the till. Each one had a different ballerina on it. One was wearing a deep blue tutu, her arms in an oval above her head, her leg out behind in an attitude. You ran a gentle fingertip down her figure. That would be you tomorrow.

“Beautiful little pieces, aren’t they?” Mister Sung asked.

You nodded, still staring at the tiny dancer. Tomorrow. You gulped and snapped out of it, reaching into your wallet for your credit card. You handed it to him.

“Thank you.” You said as he gave you the plasticbag.

“It was good to meet you, Miss (Surname)” He gave a little bow.

You smiled and bowed back. “And you too.”

You left the warm store, and began walking again, digging the map out of your pocket. Miss Cope had circled the next bus stop you’d have to go to, to get to the hospital.

You got there with ten minutes to spare, and ducked into a nearby cafe to get a takeaway chocolate. You didn’t trust yourself to do nothing. You couldn’t have a nervous breakdown in the middle of the street.

Having waited for your chocolate you got out just in time for the bus, and managed to pay without any oatmeal. The hot creamy chocolate, managed to calm you the rest of the way.

The hospital, Seoul Hospital, was a fancy modern building, ten storeys high. You hopped out of the bus, with excitement. You were finally going to see Jiwoo! You hurried through the automatic doors and away from the rain.

Immediately you were enveloped in the white cleanliness and quietness. Doctors and nurses walked about purposefully, walking past patients as if they didn’t exist. If any of the few people in the main reception spoke, it was in hushed tones.

The receptionist registered you and told you where to go. The orthopaedics ward was on the fourth floor. You took the elevator up. It was a great relief from Amour’s endless stairs.

The fourth floor was almost identical to the bottom, and you quickly navigated your way through a maze of shiny white corridors. Jiwoo’s was the second to last on the right. You knocked gently, though your excitement was mounting.

“Yeah?”

You pushed open the door. “Oh my God, (Name)!” Jiwoo sat propped up with pillows on a bed in the centre of the small, generic hospital room. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and there were bags under her eyes, but she grinned widely.

You quickly shut the door behind you, trying not to squeal. “How are you?” You asked as she pulled you into a one sided hug. You pulled back quickly, not wanting to hurt her. Her left arm was in a cuff and collar, but she was still smiling.

“I’ll do. How are you?” She grabbed your hand. “You have to tell me everything that’s happened since I left!”

“But you’re the patient.” You began, but she shook her head.

“My days have consisted of painkillers, get well cards and hospital food. Not that intersting. Tell me how the review preparations are going! What are the costumes like? How’s your solo? Have you spied on Master Kang’s class yet? Get me up to date!”

You laughed. “Fine, fine…”

And so you began. You described the costumes to her, right down to the smallest detail, and how you’d been absolutely terrible dancing in your tutu, and how Master Kang’s class was apparently doing a pas de deux in the middle of their piece. You told her how Madame Choi had asked Mister Ghim to alter the ending to make the music more dramatic.

That was all you could say without telling her about everything that had happened with Minjee. You didn’t want to worry her. You could see how tired she was. She couldn’t sit right up for long, and sometimes the slightest wrong movement made her gasp. However she knew something was up when you fucked up and accidentally told her about Mister Sung, the extremely enthusiastic pointe shoe seller.

“Wait! You’re planning to break in a new pair of pointe shoes by tomorrow?” She scrunched her face. “Why?”

You sighed, tracing the seam of your tights. “Minjee and I had a bit of a fall out.”

She grinned. “Because you were best buds before.”

“Totally…well, you know how me and Eungkwan were doing the lift as well?” She nodded. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but I bashed my head, and so I got a concussion.” You paused, looking at her.

She gave you a pained look. “I asked if you were okay. You should have told me, I’ve been wondering about that.”

You shrugged. “You were looking much words. I didn’t feel it at the time anyway.” She gave you a disapproving look, but nodded for you to go on.

And so you told her everything, from the awful tech class the next day to Jimin taking you to Doctor Hill. She laughed when you told her about the posters, but you’d been vague about Jimin and your’s argument. You just said that Jimin had been patronizing, and that you’d gone and messed around with the choreography to prove him wrong. She scowled when you told her about Minjee and everyone turning against you. You told her all your frustrations, your sadness this morning, and your trunk.

Jiwoo, who always saw the best in people, had scowled. “Minjee and her little group should be thrown out onto the street.”

You also told her what Jimin had said, though you couldn’t say it quite so elegantly, and then what Taehyung had done.

She laughed until the jiggling of her shoulder got too much. “I should send them a thank you card.”

The two of you sat in silence for a minute or two, Jiwoo digesting all that you’d told her.

“How’s Kwangsik?” She asked.

“Guilty.”

She shook her head sadly. “Doesn’t he know it wasn’t his fault?”

“I tried to tell him.” You said. “He danced with Yuna today, when Jimin put Dongwon with Jongsoo, and I think Jimin talked to him.” You sighed. “He doesn’t think you’ll forgive him and we haven’t been told much about your condition.”

Jiwoo looked down unhappily. “The surgery went fine. I mean, it was scary beforehand, but they’ve managed to get it all back in the right place, it’s just (Name).” She looked at you, her eyes filled with tears. “They’re saying it might never join back together correctly.” She swallowed. “I can’t dance with a messed up shoulder, (Name). I might not be able to dance again.”

“Oh Jiwoo.” You put your arms carefully around her.

Not being able to dance. Never dance again…

She cried into your shoulder. You couldn’t think of any words of comfort, only that it wasn’t for certain, and you knew that wouldn’t help.

The two of you stayed like that for a long time.

“Jimin was here earlier.” She said eventually, wiping her cheek with the back of her good hand.

You pulled back. “Really?”

She nodded. “I didn’t tell him, about the – ” She took a breath. “The possibilities, but he got injured as well when he was in first year. He injured his leg, and had to take three months off.”

“And yet he’s still at the top.” You murmured.

“I know, right? He said that he was really depressed at the beginning, but he said that he realized that just because he couldn’t do ballet didn’t mean he couldn’t still learn it.” Jiwoo seemed to perk up a little.

“He said that I should watch as much ballet as possible, see how the professionals do it and he said that he used to torture himself through hours of theory and choreography. Jimin said it gave him time to think about why he did ballet. ” She gave a small smile. “I know it’s not…smart to – to get my hopes up…but I want to do those things. I should make the most of all this, you know?”

“I understand.” You said.

There was an attentive knock on the door, and a nurse came in. “Visiting times are over, Hun.” She gave you a polite smile, and shut the door again.

“Right, I’ll tell you all about the review as soon as I can.”

She smiled. “Could you tell Kwangsik I said 'hi’? And for him not to worry.”

You pulled your boots back on. “Of course.”

You gave Jiwoo one last hug. “And don’t you worry about anything, 'kay?”

She grinned. “Just so long as you have Taehyung and Jimin to ward off Minjee…(Name)?”

You turned at the door.

“Thanks.” She said.

You smiled and left.

Your mind was full of thoughts as you went back down the way you came. Poor Jiwoo. You could only imagine the idea of never being able to dance. It was horrifying. But Jiwoo was strong and young. That might give her more of a chance?

You went out into the freezing cold. The rain lashed at you, seeping right through your jacket. You pulled the collar up around your neck, running along the pavement to the bus sign.

Arriving at the bus stop you looked at the timetable, trying to read past the rain. Twenty minutes. Great. You pulled your jacket even tighter, trying to shelter as much of your face as possible. Through your thin tights, your legs were absolute frozen.

You were glad Jimin had given Jiwoo had something to think about. Even if she couldn’t dance, there were so many positions in ballet companies and schools…

“(Name)!” You spun around, recognizing the voice in an instant. A sleek black Porsche had pulled into the bus stop. Jimin leaned out of the window, rain already beginning to drip from his brown hair. His eyes were squinted so he could see through the downpour. “Get in, I’ll give you a ride!”

{Reaction} Accidentally sending a nude photo to another member

Hello! I love your blog!💕 I was wondering if I could have request EXOs (ot12) reaction to you accidentally sending them nudes to the wrong member who is your bf? Thank you!

Note: No thank you for this amazing request. This was so much fun.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by sehunsyixing

Chanyeol: “Holy- what is this? well, I can see why Jongdae would date {y/n} now. Should I delete this? should I tell her? But that would make her embarrassed! I can’t tell Jongdae… oh god what should I do.” *Worried puppy*


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O

Originally posted by jonginssoo

{y/n}: “I am so sorry, Kyungsoo, will you please delete it? It was a mistake!” 

Kyungsoo: *Laughs on the phone to you.* “Don’t worry, I know it was a mistake. I’ll delete it, but be more careful, will you? Yixing may look sweet, but it’s always the sweet ones that can do the most damage.” 


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Baekhyun: *Laughs loudly to drown the pain, knowing the picture wasn’t for him and never will be because even though you’re with Sehun, he has a crush on you.* “{y/n}-ah you’re so clumsy!”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by huntertainment

Sehun: *Uses it as blackmail tbh* “{y/n} will you go and get me a glass of water?”

{y/n}: “Get it yourself.”

Sehun: “That’s a shame, on my way my hand might just slip and some certain photo evidence might just-”

{y/n}: “Alright fine! just no slipping fingers, please.” 

Sehun: “Thanks {y/n}” *Smirks and waves as you get up to get his drink - inwardly laughing at Chanyeol’s confused expression.* 


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by justforluhan

Yixing: *Opens up the message and instantly blushes.*

Kai: “What’s wrong, Yixing?” 

Yixing: “Oh, nothing.” *Inwardly screaming because you, Kai’ girlfriend, had just (hopefully accidentally) sent him a nude photo while he was next to Kris.*


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by jongdaeonly

Chen: *Receives the message and looks up at you, winks, then smiles in embarrassment as your eyes widen in shock.* “Don’t worry, I’m disposing of it.”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Minseok: “I didn’t know you thought of me so intimately, {y/n}”

{y/n}: “Just delete the damn photo, Minseok. It wasn’t for your eyes!” 

Minseok: “It’s too good for Baekhyun’s eyes though” 

{y/n}: “I will hit you”

Minseok: “ooh, kinky” 

{y/n}: *facepalms* “Just delete the damn thing, Minseok”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Tao: *awkward af as he looks at the photo* “Should I tell Kyungsoo?”

Kyungsoo: “Tell me what?” 

Tao: *gif* “Nothing”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Suho: “As Minseok’s Mother, I am very disappointed in you, {y/n}” *teasing*

{y/n}: “Disappointed my ass, just delete it, will you? Assface.” 


Lu Han

Originally posted by luhaven

Luhan: *printed the picture* “I’m going to use it for future reference.” 

{y/n}: “Future… what?!”

Luhan: “Blackmail! I mean blackmail! That came out so wrong!”

{y/n}: “Oh my god, you creep! Just shred it already! Why did you even print it in the first place? I told you to delete it!” 

Luhan: “But future refer- blackmail!” 


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kai: *Deletes it immideately, but can’t look at you the same again.*

Luhan: “Why do you look so awkward around {y/n} all of a sudden? it’s not like you’ve seen her naked.” 

Kai: *Awkwardly laughs* “Hahaha! No! what would give you that crazy idea! so crazy! right, {y/n}”

Luhan: “Okay?”

{y/n}: *face palming in the corner* “I regret all my life choices.” 


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by wufanz

Kris: “Yeah, yeah, I’ll delete it.” 

{y/n}: “I can’t hear you very well, am I on loud speaker?”

Kris: “Yeah”

{y/n}: “Why?”

Kris: “I’m putting my trainers on so I can run away from your bullshit.” 

Wink Wink Heart Heart (Part 1)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Character(s): Reader X Minhyuk, Best Friend!Changkyun, Kihyun

Genre: fluff, smut in upcoming chapters, romance, slow-build

Warning(s): tooth-rotting, fluffy pick-up lines, fuckboi!minhyuk

Length: 3.2K

Summary: In which Lee Minhyuk is a fuckboi and he is so not your type. 

Prologue | Part One |


The faint whirring of air conditioning is the first thing that reaches your ears as you step into your lecture hall, knees almost buckling under the weight of your backpack. Taking an early morning class for organic chemistry may not have been the best decision possible, and you discovered that truth a bit too late - the first day of college. So now, halfway through the semester, you find yourself regretting every morning, every step that brings you closer to this hell.

Toppling over into your seat, you pant as Minhyuk slides into the seat next to you. His smile is entirely too bright for this early in the morning and a very, very small part of you swoons a little when he directs the smile at you. It’s a very small part of you, though. Almost non-existent.

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EXO COLLEGE AU SERIES; XIUHAN

In which Luhan is a dance major who’s crushing hard on Kim Minseok, a cute guy from art department that coincidentally shares a same class together.

“Come on Minseok, I know you want ‘the good good’.”
“I don’t even know what 'the good good’ is, Luhan, so please… Just let me excuse myself, I have something else to do.”
“Don’t you see my love for you? I’m in love with you.”
“And I’m late for my liberal art class.”
“You can be my one and only sexy thang.”
“Still nope, try harder.”
“Don’t have to, because I’m already hard for you.”
“OH MY GOD LUHAN PLEASE.”

Choking On The Heat (Usnavi de la Vega x Reader)

Author’s Note: I made myself cry with this during midnight. Also, thank you @hamlltvn for helping me with this fic and calling me satan through it. Also, yes. I wrote that rap part. I know, it’s awful. Blame Poppy, she wanted me to keep it.
This is kinda the sequel to another Usnavi fic I did called ‘For Better Or For Worse’ which you can find in my masterlist!

Summary: Usnavi has one last thing to do before he closes the shop, something he has refused to do for a year. (i can’t do it better than this)

Warnings: ANGST, TERRIBLE SPANISH AND TERRIBLE RAPPING

Word Count: 1,978

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BTS reaction: you are a make up artist/stylist of Big Hit that looks cold, but actually is nice and kind hearted so they fall for you:

There is your request @leellajk 

I’m sorry, it didn’t went well, but hope you won’t be dissatisfied

Namjoon:

You were Namjoon’s personal stylist who get him ready for a photoshoot. Ever since he tried to talk to you the conversation was cold and tence. He thought that you will never get along as your characters are too different, but his mind on you has changed. He was drinking a coffee on a break and spilled it accidentally on his shirt so you had to fix this.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to spoil everything”

“Hey, Namjoon listen. Everything is okay. I have been working in this industry for long time so you are not the first and not the least.”

You gave him a warm and calming smile. The idea “wow, she can be soft as well” appeared in his mind. Since that day he is your friend who has head over heels for you.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Jin:

You were BTS’s new hair stylist who set Jin’s hair for a performance. You two were working in silence as Jin had heard that you are not so talkative. He just stared at you in the mirror thinking whether to begin conversation or not. But, you ended styling him and Jin had to go on stage. He decided to talk to you after the performance.

“Y/N….ehm. Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“You don’t like me, right?”

“Who told you that?”

“I mean, you are always so quiet when I’m around. So..”

“The matter is that it’s difficult for me to meet new people. I’m scared of what they would think about me”

“Aww, you are so awkward. I didn’t expect you to be so. Would you mind going out with me for a cup of tea and tell me some more about youself?”

Originally posted by nnochu

Suga:

Here y/n would be not a stylist, but photographer. Hope, it’s nothing

Min Suga was about to realise a new hit of Agust D so he was doing a promo photoshoot. You were the best photographer of Seoul who worked with the best out of best such as CL, GD, Hyuna, EXO, WINNER and many others. There was no doubt that Suga’s photoshoot gonna be made by such a professional. When you started working, only thing you talked about was how Yoongi should pose or turn his face. He is the type who likes non-talkative ones, but not when it comes to the girl that he began to like.

“Are you always so silent?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard that. Are you always not talking much or is it just because of me.”

“I should not speak with you about stuff that doesn’t concern to work.  You manager gave me clear instructions on how to act.”

“Hm, such a good girl. Never break rules, yeah? Okay, let’s meet somewhere out of that “professional” shit and enjoy ourselves”

Originally posted by glitchyoongi

J-Hope:

Hoseok’s hair stylist who he had been working with for 3 years had left the company so J-Hope wasn’t keen on the idea to start working with a new one, who doesn’t know anything about which hairstyles suites him and which don’t. He was sitting with dissatisfied facial impression when you came in. You thought it would be better not to talk to him in order not to make him feel more displeased. At the same time, Hope was regreting his behaviour as he thought that you are pretty cute and good-looking.

“Y/N, I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“I didn’t want to make you think that i’m a spoilt celebrity. I was just sad that my previous hairstylist had left. I know you felt bad since we didn’t talked much”

“Oh, thanks God. I felt like you hated me.”

“ No way. You are too cute to be hated”

He gave you a sincere smile and after that you knew you are going to make friends and Hoseok already had plans on you

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

Jimin:

BTS were about to perform Blood, sweat & tears during their American Wings tour. You had to help Jimin to dress his costume and add some suitable accessories. That was your fisrt time working with BTS so you didn’t know what should you do. When you came to Jimin he asked you whether you was new to Big Hit.

“Hi, I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you. Are you new?”

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I just joined the company”

After that the dialogue didn’t take shape. Both of you were keeping silince. Jimin was only looking down on the floor and not in your eyes. You thought that he disliked you. After a concert Namjoon came to you.

“Y/N, you look upset. What happend?”

“Oh, I think Jimin isn’t happy that I’m here”

“He had asked me advice on how to get closer to you. Do you still think he isn’t happy that you are here.”

Originally posted by kookielife

V:

When you began working for Big Hit, your boss told you to do make up for BTS. You were on cloud nine as they are your faves and became even happier when they told you to work with Taehyung. He was your main bias so you was extra excited. You were worried about saying something wrong so you decided not to talk a lot. 

“Y/N, how are you doing everything so perfect?”

“I have been learning for 5 years.”

“Wow, you should teach me how to be so diligent or something”

“Maybe one day I will”

“Do you feel uncomfotable around me?”

“I’m sorry,  I’m just worried about the first working day with you”

“So let’s meet somewhere and get to know each other better”

Originally posted by ta3taetae

Jungkook:

It was your first working day. BTS were prepairing to sing their new comeback song on stage of M Countdown. You had to try hard and make Jungkook’s makeup look perfect. You were drawing his waterline when a question came out of nowhere.

“Y/N, you can refuse of working with me and choose another member. It would be ok with me”

“Why would I want to?”

“You are so cold to me, I must be annoying you”

“Jungkook, you are not annoying me. I’m just trying to make you look even more perfect”

“Y/N, you are the only perfect one in here”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

anonymous asked:

Heya i know angst is a few days from now but wanted to send this in before I forgot. So we've seen what happens if SO dies but... what about the reverse? Imagine UT, US, and UF bros die protecting their SO what's the last thing they do/say before turning to dust?

I did US and UF here

Undertale

Sans

Sans doesn’t even hesitate to take the attack for you, he pushes you out of the way before the knife could stab through you, his soul taking the damage instead. At impact, Sans already knew he was done for. The attacker takes his knife and runs away before he could get caught, but neither you or him are in any shape to pursue him. You scream his name and kneel down, cradling his head on your lap as you call 911. Sans just stares at you, wanting the last thing to see before he dies is your face. He wants to say that he is dying with no regrets, but he can’t. He worries about leaving you, leaving Paps. There’s so much he wants to tell you, so many things he want to do with his brother. And all that is taken away from him unfairly. 

He doesn’t want to die. Oh god, please, don’t let him die. But he doesn’t say that. Even now, he doesn’t want to make you feel guilty for his death, but he has to tell you something, he already feels his body turning to dust. Grabbing your hands, tears swell up in his eyes, but his sad smile still remains. 

“i would’ve married you,” 

Before you could say anything, Sans crumbles into dust. 

Papyrus

Papyrus pushes you out of the way of the oncoming car, confident that the’d be able to survive, but the impact was harder than he thought. He could already feel his consciousness slipping in and out. But Papaya, oh sweet sweet Papaya stays strong, even if he’s drowning in despair at the face of death right now, he doesn’t want you to worry. He wants you to be happy after he dies, to be able to celebrate his life rather than be sad that he’s gone. But he doesn’t want you to forget him. Oh god, please don’t forget him. 

Then there’s Sans. Is he going to be okay after he dies? Will you look after him? Paps knows that he has a tendency to just….stop caring. Paps is sick with worry about the future without him. But right now, you need him. He has to do something that will make things okay, even if it’s just for a second. 

“EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY!” Papyrus beams cheerfully, as he dust spreads all over the cement.