okay im gonna stop now this is seriously getting out of hand

Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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anonymous asked:

Oh jeez requests are open!!!! Ily mum u r da best mum!!! Could I request rfa reacting to an mc who's a klutz plz? Like constantly tripping/falling/walking into things/falls off chairs etc etc (lolol TOTALLY not a self insert pshhhfff idk what you're talking about) (u don't have to do this if u don't wanna!!!)

i am the most klutzy idiot so lets dive right in


  • even though you trip over something like 5 times an hour, he still flips his shit every time
  • he’d grab your arm and get super concerned
  • “MC!!! are you okay???”
  • “uh, yea, i’m fine! just gotta brush it off haha”
  • his hands hover over you for a second before going back to walking normally
  • “alright…are you sure?”
  • “yes, yes, im sure-”
  • this is when you trip for a second time curse this uneven sidewalk
  • and Yoosung does the same ridiculously protective thing where he puts his hands out to catch you, even though you know full well how to stop yourself from falling down after years of being clumsy
  • he really wishes he could wrap you up in bubble wrap
  • and Yoosung is pretty clumsy himself
  • sometimes while he’s cooking his spoon will just fall on the ground and he’s just kind of like “well there goes that”
  • you love to cook together but theres also a very high chance that most of the food will end up on the ground
  • my clumsy OTP


  • your clumsiness is a big source of stress for him
  • every time you  fall off of a chair, or almost fall flat on your face in public he has a tiny heart attack
  • once you two were on a jog in the park and you fell and scabbed your knee and Zen really almost took you to the hospital
  • it takes him awhile to learn that clumsy people are actually tough as shit, yknow from years of being beat up by the ground
  • “Zen, i swear im alright”
  • “are you sure? do you need me to carry you?”
  • “no”
  • sometimes Zen will ask you to help him practice a dance number with him
  • big mistake 
  • you have two left feel and he daces with the grace of a swan
  • its a terrible idea, but Zen loves dancing with you nonetheless
  • he thinks its kind of cute, and since you’re dancing together he can easily grab you if he sees you falling
  • this way u can fall all over the place without it stressing him out too much


  • she essentially becomes the most prepared person on the planet
  • she starts carrying around a full-blown first aid kit in her purse
  • she’s got band aids of all shapes and sizes, medical tape, gauze, alcohol rubs
  • instead of worrying about catching you as youre falling, she just worries about patching you up afterwards
  • at first she tried to stop it while it was happening
  • but Jaehee quickly learned that you’re a lost cause and there is no way humanly possible to stop you from falling over
  • also, Jaehee doesnt let you bring coffee to customers anymore
  • lets just say you’ve broken multiple mugs and pissed of one or two costumers
  • so you make the coffee and she carries it out
  • she knows from experience that usually your klutzy episodes wont end in a serious injury, so she just lets you live your life and keeps band aids on hand


  • you’ll never forget the first time you were eating dinner with Jumin and you slipped out of your chair
  • he was at your side so fast, holding your hands
  • you were laughing at yourself, and when you looked up and saw how concerned he looked, you laughed even harder
  • “are you alright? how are you feeling? do i need to call an ambulance?”
  • you were laughing so hard you couldnt even answer him, but for some reason he was still convinced that you were seriously hurt
  • he takes out his phone with one hand while still holding yours with the other, and you started pulling on him to try and stop him
  • “im…fine…”
  • “theres no way you’re fine. it sounded like something broke”
  • everything that comes out of his mouth makes you laugh even harder
  • you wipe some tears away from your face and pull Jumin to the ground
  • “this happens all the time, i promise im alright”
  • ever since then Jumin still whips his phone out until you tell him you’re okay
  • now he’s used to it, but he cant help but ask how youre feeling every time something happens
  • he just has to


  • the first time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • the second time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • it gets him every time
  • “hey, why dont you sit on the floor during lunch today? it will be much safer for you”
  • “woah, watch out for those poles! they move pretty fast”
  • “what happened there? the ground whispered to you and you had to get closer to hear it?!”
  • the one time he trips over something you go HAM on his ass
  • you dont let him live it down for the rest of his life
  • one time he actually wrapped you in bubble wrap
  • like you were sitting at the computer and he sneak attacked you and essentially tied you to the chair with a wide layer of bubble wrap
  • he thought it was a good idea but since you couldnt use your arms he had to wait on you hand and foot
  • it was a terrible day for him but a great day for you
  • “i swear from now of im just gonna let you fall over…”
  • “thats all i ask”

thanks for reading!!!!!!!!! pls show me sum love if u liked it :3

Slow Down {S.M}

requested by @ duhitzlizeth // imagine where you are saving yourself for marriage and you and Shawn get heated, and you tell him to stop and he takes it well

author’s note// yall ever worry that all those “i wanna kill myself” or “i hope a car hits me right now” comments gonna catch up to you cause tbh i worry that they wont 


Saving yourself for marriage was always a thing you wanted to do. It wasn’t really for religious reasons, it was a personal thing. Not that there is anything wrong with doing it for religious reasons, but you were doing it because you didn’t like the idea of any of the repercussions of sex before marriage. It was just that you never know what can happen, and unless you’re married, it can be rather difficult to deal with those outcomes. So, just to be safe, you decided all the sexual stuff could happen after Shawn put that band on your finger. 

Which is fine, if you wanna do that or if you don’t be your own woman. 

Sometimes Shawn would ask if there was any way you would reconsider, not in a disrespectful manner. He was attracted to you, and he wanted to do those things, which is fine but he respected your want not to. And sometimes, he’d push those boundaries. Okay, a lot of times he would try and push those boundaries. Today was one of those days, but it was a little bit different. 

“I don’t wanna go out.” You simply stated when you opened the door, expecting to see Shawn in jeans and a shirt, but he too was in his sweatpants.

“Thank God.” He grumbled, walking in, kicking off his slides and going into your living room. You smiled, thinking about how lucky you were to have this fine man in your life who kinda got you and was more than happy to kick back for a day. 

“Do you want any food?” You called, walking in right behind him, plopping down on the couch right next to him. He yawned, pulling her in close by her waist. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television. 

“Wanna watch that episode of Scandal?” You and Shawn had been dating for four years, and people often teased you about being a married couple. Because you basically were married, honestly. You were both in your twenties, and he could propose anytime. He just… he just didn’t. You both had lives and careers, and when the time was right he’d pop the question. You knew. Hell, you watched a tv show together, who else does that but old married couples?

“I already watched it last night.” You mumbled, wrapped your arms around his waist and looking up at him with a begging smile, hoping he won’t be too mad. 

“Four years, four whole years and you disrespect me this way. You might as well have slept with Geoff.” He scoffed, pretending to be mad at you. You laughed, pulling yourself in closer. 

“I’ll watch it again. I won’t even narrate.” You had a habit of narrating what was going on. That’s why Shawn always complained about having to watch movies you had already seen with you because of that. 

“Jeez, okay. Not one narration.” He demanded, moving around, settling in as he pressed buttons on the remote to play the episode. “Okay but is it a good one?” He asked about five minutes into the episode. 

“That is considered a narration, my love.” You took his chin in your hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You will just have to watch and see.” He groaned and grumbled, absolutely exasperated. It was entertaining, but he eventually got over it and watched. For about ten minutes. Then you felt his hands travel a little further south. You didn’t really mind, since he had done it before, but it felt a little weird, almost different. But you let him, his hands touching your butt just a bit. 

“Hey.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear. 

“Hey.” He whispered back, kissing your neck a little bit. 

“Mmm whatca doing?” You asked him. He chuckled a little. 

“I’m sorry I’ll stop.” He took his hands from your butt and wrapped them around your waist again. “I’m really sorry, I just….” He tried to formulate words to say what he wanted to. “I want to um… do things to and with you.” He said, halfway joking. 

“Shawn!” You swatted his arm with a laugh. 

“No, seriously, and its fine to want to and I really am sorry if I push you. I just, I just love you so much and I guess that’s the way people take their love to the next level sometimes and I understand you don’t wanna do that, and I respect that. Just tell me when I push things too far, alright?” He kissed your neck again, squeezing you tight. You craned your neck and looked back at him with a huge smile on your face. 

“Yanno I love you so much.” You told him. He shrugged a little. 

“It really is hard not to.” He breathed, earning him the second swat on the arm of the night. 

author’s note// this is so friggin short i rambled alot in this cause everything i say offends people and im just k i n d a tired of life and breathing and i am tired of the stress of life and i just wanna be able to sit and watch friends and open an aquarium god i want a milky way bar why did i write this it was just me trying not to offend anyone someone do me a favor and r u n m e o v e r w i t h a b i g a s s t r u c k

MHA dub commentary ep 9

  • “Hey you! Can you tell us what it’s like to work so closely with All Might?” the reporter asks Izuku, who would probably be the best person to answer this question if he weren’t protecting a secret and also didn’t have social anxiety up the everywhere
  • Ochako, asked the same question: uuuhhhh he’s…. got muscles?
  • Iida: improvises an entire speech about All Might and i’m honestly feeling a little attacked right now b/c this is basically me with Bakugou
  • reporter: brings up the sludge villain incident. Bakugou: WALK AWAY.* (*BEFORE I FUCKING BLOW YOUR ASS UP FOR MENTIONING THAT)
  • seriously that’s such a thinly veiled threat im 
  • Bakugou no
  • Aizawa looks more like a hobo than usual today. also he just shoos the reporters out like bothersome little pests i love it
  • random but i enjoy that the reporter lady is wearing slacks instead of a skirt
  • “Naturally, everybody wanted to get their hands on All Might” and then it cuts to Shigaraki
  • hah
  • also hi Shigaraki you…. creepy motherfucker. standing there all… menacingly…….
  • okay i’m just gonna say that fucking pun was intentional on narrator!Izuku’s part because there’s no way that was an accident
  • future adult narrator Izuku is this the time to be making bad puns about the villains coming to kill your teacher/mentor/father figure

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shit I’ve said and that has been said to me through tumblr IM starters.

“arson should not be a source of arousal!!!!”
“everybody wants his booty.”
“i now pronounce you the prettiest booty in the court.”
“you can’t fight this face. it’s too pretty.”
“be my pretty boy.”
“you get that booty and you never let it go.”
“so that’s when I figured ‘oh this is my son’s boyfriend’”
“That’s pretty cute not gonna lie.”
“and just it got really gay really fast.”
“a lot of what he said was kinda ominous.”
“we’re just all prepared for anything at this point lma o.”
“literally every scene they had together I was just like ‘GAAAYYY’”
“brother why. why are you licking me”
“I’m ten chapters in and I’m 100% trash for him.”
“seriously like just the smallest things that he does make me legit squeal and scream”
“he’s apparently got a thing for dark hairand a royalty kink but we don’t talk about that.”
“okay i’ll make out with you.”
“you’re just like ‘haha what if’ and then it suddenly becomes ‘oh no.’”
“…………..that wasn’t planned.”
“you could knock………..or you could join.”
“follow ur heart.”
“as in the heart in his pants or actual heart”
“I mean the fact that he’s bffs with 2 of the finest booties at court probably doesn’t help.”
“gayer than gay.”
“…are you looking at his butt?”
“no way I’m gay … I just … none of these girls interest me.”
“Smooth as gravel, that’s me.”
“I can’t even apologize I have no shame.”
“give me the angst. give me the regret and the pining and the hurt.”
“PLUS: it was very selfish.”
“I am ready for death.”
“That essay, that I stayed up until 4 am to finish, is due next monday.”
“I have a thing for pretty boys”
“good night! good luck getting the booty!”
“et tu?”
“he needs a little thirst in his life.”
“just embrace your ho life.”
“okay no blame will be placed as long as it is recognized that I am the most good looking.”
“kissing my brother I see how it is. I thought we had something special.”
“wink wonk.”
“e x cus e me ??”
“a blog called horny-sluts0 just started following me.”
“I’m not saying he isn’t kinky, I’m just not saying he has a royalty kink.”
“#dO NOT.”
“what’s the haps my dudes”
“(name) I do not think that 'what’s the haps my dudes’ is a correct way to engage with youths.”
“are you trying to put me in a bad mood because it’s working.”
“i shall corrupt this one.” *fixes cleavage*
“bet your pretty ass i am.”
“I’m gonna fucking punch something.”
“i will torture u softly.”
“how is walking in front of someone entirely naked cryptic?”
“she’s my child now don’t upset my child or i will eat u.”
“stop that.”
“Is this what a break up feels like?”
“i’m irresistible it’s my best character flaw.”
“i mean, i am irresistible, we established that.”
“i’d rather stick my hand in a scorpion’s nest if it’s all the same.”
“where are you going to find a scorpions nest in New York?”
“please don’t break into the bug house at the Zoo oh my god.”
“fine then, i’ll feed the ducks ALONE. UNPROTECTED. VULNERABLE. ALL BY MY SELF.”
“is that why I found jello in my shoes???? you’re buying me new boots.”
“little brothers are not secret weapons.”
“this is just making me MORE SAD”
“literally 80% of my decisions are made to spite someone.”

Socially Awkward

Pairing: Cas x Reader
Words:  941
Requested by @llamas16:  Idk how your requests work but I would like to request a Cas x reader fic where the reader is very socially awkward and so is Cas so dean and sam try to hook them up and it ends in either smut or fluff or both? You don’t have to but I would love it if you did :)

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send an ask.

          You had been hunting for a while before you met Sam and Dean. When you met them, you made a great impression. You had just taken out a poltergeist. You were pumped full of adrenaline. But as soon as they started talking to you, you froze and couldn’t figure out to speak English.

           Dean had asked your name and you had spaced for a good thirty seconds before you actually said Y/N.

           Sam had asked how long you had been hunting and you said “Long time. Since kid,” you inwardly chastised yourself for not being able to people.

           You were sure, after that first encounter, that you wouldn’t see the Winchester’s again. But fate would have it that you would end up hunting with them.

           “Y/N, I think we have someone you should meet,” Dean said, smirking a little when the three of you walked out of the house after taking care of the witch.

           “Dean . . .” Sam had looked over at him, seeming to sense what his brother was getting at. You weren’t sure if Sam approved or not.

           “Dude, they’d be perfect for each other,” Dean said.

           Sam sighed, “Don’t force it.”

           “Guys, I’m right here,” you said, feeling like you were an invisible onlooker in this conversation.

           “We know,” Dean said, “Sorry.”

           “Wanna let me in on the secret?” you asked.

           “We will.”

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I'm Happy

Submission made by @super-magical-wizard

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Dark shouted, his voice doubling, tripling as he threw punch after punch at the wall. “Dammit! Goddammit!”

Anti stood behind him, just watching as Dark made the new hole in the wall get bigger and bigger. Suddenly Dark stopped hitting the wall, still seething with rage, eyes getting blacker by the second. He headed for the mirror at the end of the hall. That’s when Anti finally moved. He blocked Dark’s way, barring him from where Anti knew he had been trying to go.

“No,” Anti said, standing firmly in the way as glitches started to crackle around him. “You can’t go to him.”

“Goddammit get out of my way!” Dark screamed at him, eyes finally completely black. “You can’t fucking stop me!”

“I can and I will,” Anti stated, glitches getting more and more pronounced as he prepared for a fight. “Now back the fuck up.”

Dark swung at him, barely hitting him before Anti pushed him back.

“He’s mine! I can do whatever I fucking want to do to him!” Dark roared, finally loosing all control. “*Now get out of my fucking way!*”

He swung at Anti, hitting his jaw so hard that his back hit the mirror with a crunch. Dark took out his anger on Anti, punching him over and over again so hard it was a miracle the cracking of bones couldn’t be heard. Then finally Anti ducked.

Dark’s hand smashed into the mirror with a crack, breaking the entire mirror into a spiderweb of glass. Anti tackled him to the ground, slamming his back on the floor and somehow Dark got angrier.

“Goddammit just let me go!” he roared, his voice getting louder and louder as it layered over and over itself. “You can’t protect him!”

Anti didn’t even look surprised at the comment, he just jerked his head back to avoid the next punch. And the next and the next and the next. Until he tried to do it again and he glitched back into the path of the Dark’s fist. His body flew off Dark, thudding into a wall with so much force he let out a cough full of blood.

“Damn it,” Anti muttered, wiping away the blood with his sleeve as he prepared for Dark to attack him again. “Fucking come get me.”

Dark got up from the floor, aura the blackest Anti had seen it yet.

“You want to know why you can’t fucking protect him?” Dark seethed, a cruel grin settling on his face. “Because you can’t protect anyone.”

Anti face became grim as he looked at Dark, eyes flashing darker and darker.

“One day you’ll be all alone,” he whispered to Anti. “ And it’ll all be your own fucking fault. Because you’re a fucking monster. You don’t want people in your life. I mean just look at what you did to your family. You fucking killed the-

Anti punched him so hard that he fell back to the ground, clutching a bleeding, broken nose as he looked up at what he had accomplished. And without a word Anti turned and left him on the floor.


Anti locked himself in his room, never coming out for food or to see Dark. He just listened to Dark, pacing outside the door and muttering to himself, but never knocking. That came after five days. Five days of Anti thinking about the world, about his memories, feeling loneliness gnaw at him as he isolated himself from his ‘friend’. Then Dark knocked.

“I want to talk. Can I come in?” he almost whispered through the locked door and Anti finally snapped. He summoned one of his many portals and left Dark talking to an empty room.


“Jesus Fucking Christ!” Jack yelled, jumping back from the kitchen in alarm. Inside sat Anti, staring at the floor with blank eyes and hastily shoving spoonful after spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. “Anti? What are you-” In a second Anti had jumped up from the floor and tackled Jack in a hug. They fell to the ground with a thud and Jack groaned, a question on the tip of his tongue before he felt Anti’s shuddering, almost panicked breathing. “Are you okay?”

Anti shook his head, clutching Jack’s midsection as if it was his only chance in survival. Slowly Jack sat up, trying not to move too fast as he dragged Anti half into his lap. He could feel Anti’s heartbeat racing and his body shaking in his arms.

“It’s okay,” Jack whispered, gently rubbing Anti’s back. “Just breath. I got you. It’s okay.”

“Please,” Anti whimpered weakly. “Please don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Jack sat there, whispering calming words to Anti for what felt like for forever, but he didn’t care how long he sat there. He just wanted to help Anti.

After a long time, Anti finally completely relaxed, he breathing going back to normal as exhaustion slowly set in.

“It’s okay,” Jack told him. “I won’t leave, so just go to sleep for a little.”

And with that his eyes closed and his mind finally settled.

Jack carried Anti carefully up the stairs, arms not even straining as they held the little that Anti weighed. Soon he got to his bedroom and gently placed Anti on the bed, covering him with a blanket before he lay next to him. He wanted to make sure Anti knew he was there, so that no matter what he would have someone with him. This was one promise he wouldn’t break.


A few days went by and Anti still hadn’t woken up. Jack got more and more worried about him with every passing hour, going so far as to watch his breathing just to make sure he was still alive. Then one day the doorbell rung.

Jack rushed downstairs, Anti sleeping on his back as Jack had grown used to in the last few days. Dark stood outside, rain pouring around him so hard Jack could barely make out who it was.

“Can you let me in?” Jack could faintly hear Dark say through the door and he struggled to open it without dropping Anti. Finally he managed to do it and Dark walked in, rain dripping off him as he took in the scene before him. He caught sight of Anti and his eyes flashed darker instantly. “What did you do to him?

“He had- Something happened and he f-fell asleep,” Jack stammered, starting to shake under Dark’s death-filled glare. “H-He won’t w-wake up.”

“This is your fault,” Dark whispered as he stepped closer to him, his hand going around Jack’s throat. “I will make you pay.”

And with that Jack lost his grip on Anti. He fell to the ground with a thud as Dark began to strangle Jack with a murderous look in his eyes.

Anti mumbled something in his sleep for a second before he shot off the ground, glitches crackling so bad that all Dark and Jack could see was static, distorted and moving images that made no sense taking up their vision.

Dark felt something strong hit his face and he let go of Jack, stumbling as he tried to find balance without his vision.

“Fuck,” Dark groaned as he stumbled again. “Anti calm the fuck down.”

Jack was on the ground, coughing as he tried to breathe.

 "I-“ he tried to say, voice hoarse and broken. “I’m okay.”

Anti kicked Dark in the ribs this time, the static getting louder as Anti started to really lose control.

You tried to ḱ̶͞i̵͘͠lļ him?” Anti’s voice twitching and jumping around him as Dark fell to the ground. “I’ll k̨͘i͘͡͞l̀l͠ ҉͠y͜҉o̵u.”

“Anti!” Jack struggled to yell in a voice much too raspy. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

“J̶̴a͘c̴k̵͢͞?” Anti whispered, glitches starting to fade a little. “S̴ti͜͏l̢l̢̨̕ ̶h͘è͠r̴̡͝ȩ̵?͠”

“Yeah,” Jack managed to say. “Never left.”

The glitches finally faded from their vision.

Anti stood in front of a bleeding and fallen Dark, muscles shuddering and twitching as the adrenaline finally wore off and he dropped to the ground. Jack crawled over to him, not trusting himself to stand up.

“Anti?” Jack asked with a raspy voice. “You okay?”

Anti barely moved his head to say no.

“Tired,” he whispered, his eyes starting to close.

Dark kneeled next to him and grabbed his hand. Anti struggled to open his eyes so he could see him.

“Anti?” Dark said softly. “I’m sorry. It was my fault, okay? It was all my fault.”

Anti weakly reached up to him.

“Can we go home now?” he asked, his voice a whisper that could just barely be heard.

“Yes,” Dark promised, standing up with Anti cradled in his arms. “Let’s go home.”

Alright, first thing first. Im gonna clarify something; You see how at the very end, it seems like Anti got super tired for no reason? That was because of his glitches. When he has lost control over himself or uses his powers more than usual, the glitches start to appear. This makes him more powerful, but at the same time, it harms him.

A single glitch feels like a pinch. The more the glitches the more the pain.

By the time Anti recovers himself, he feels extremely tired and has some bruises on his body.

Now let’s talk!

I wanna thank Sam for writing this. Like, seriously. You have no idea how happy this makes me.

I gave Sam all of my information about Anti and Dark, and every now and then they asked me questions. So it’s more information that i already had. They worked really really hare, writing down non-stop since wednesday i think?? Writing down information and then writing the story. 

This is only the first part. Yes. Sam and I decided this to be with an alternative ending. I’m talking about the angsty one. I think they haven’t started writing yet, but they have some ideas. So this could be a thing!

Again, thank you so SO much Sam for making this.

Promise ● I.M

Originally posted by xmpnster

Pairing: I.M x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: Anonymous

Word count: 1129



You had always liked the nightlife in Seoul. Even walking around after 11pm you would see people eating in restaurants, drinking coffee or alcohol, or doing some late night shopping–it made you feel alive and happy to look at all the lights around (even if they were just ads for chicken shops or pizza). This wasn’t the only reason you had agreed to meet Jinyoung this late; you knew that, due to his ridiculously packed schedule with his group, GOT7, he probably wouldn’t have time at any other point in the day.

You had met Jinyoung backstage at one of the shows your boyfriend, Changkyun, had been performing on with his band. There were long waits in between for both you and the idols, and while Changkyun had been recording a stage Jinyoung had sat down and asked why you were there. You had become quick friends, talking about things from traveling the world to which books you had read recently. He was happy to hear the side of someone dating an idol, too, rather than someone who was one.

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anonymous asked:

9) Baking on a rainy day, high fives, a first kiss sounds really cute!

THIS CAME OUT A HECK OF A LOT LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO OOPS. But here. :3 sorry if it feels a bit rushed toward the end… T 3 T

The phone call was awkward.

A forced phone call to Izuku’s phone,  from none other than his childhood friend.
And Izuku knew it was forced because he could hear Mrs. Bakugou telling her son what to say in the background.

“Tell him.” she said, probably attempting to whisper. “Tell him to come over..and quit being such a grouch, Katsuki. ” she added in.

Izuku had to stifle a laugh as he listened silently, waiting for Katsuki to actually speak up. 

“Deku” After about three quiet minutes,  he spoke. What a surprise! “Come the fuck over.”

It was more of an order than an invitation. And before the freckled boy had a chance to ask any questions, the phone was disconnected. If it wasn’t a cell phone call- Izuku was sure it would have been hung up with a slam.

A distressed sigh escaped his lips and ran a hand through his curly locks.
“What am I supposed to do?? Why is Kacchan’s mother making me go over there” He cant help the worry that had taken over him, and he paced about his room.

Great. Katsuki’s house. What a way to spend a Saturday evening.

They weren’t on terrible terms anymore, but they definitely weren’t /perfect/. They could at least hold a conversation with out yelling at one another now. And they walked home together sometimes… but they haven’t necessarily ‘hung out’.

Another sigh left him, and he tucked his phone away in his pocket.  Well,  if he was going, he may as well get it over with.  Katsuki wanted to make it a quick visit too, he was sure. He’d never invite Izuku over just because– and it was evident now that for whatever reason,  his mother was the one who wanted them to meet. 

“I’ll just see what Kacchan wants-  And then I’ll come home.”


Fuck. Fuck. /Fuck/.

Izuku was coming over. 

Katsuki shot a look at the clock ticking away on the wall.  It wouldn’t take him too long to walk over, despite the rain fall. It was only drizzling, so it wouldn’t slow Izuku down. 

“Mom. What the fuck??” Katsuki growled,  as he watched his mother grab hold of her umbrella.  She slipped on her high heeled shoes, and swung a light jacket over her shoulder before making her way to the door.  “Why the hell would you invite Deku here?! When you’re leaving,  what the fuck??”

“You invited him, brat~” she sing songed, and set a hand on the door knob. “Don’t be such a baby. Do you think your mother is stupid? Take advantage of this! ” she demands to her son,  before heading out of the house. 

Shit. Dammit. Fuck.

What did she mean by that?  The ash blonde leaned himself against the wall of his living room.  His bottom lip jutted out in thought,  slowly starting to realize what she meant. 


“No fuckin way.” He stated,  before standing himself up straight.  “No fuckin way mom noticed somethin like that.”

Katsuki decided he may as well tidy up as he waited to get his mind off of things,  and it wasn’t long before there was a knock at the front door. 

In that moment,  Katsuki swore his heart jolted to a stop. 
His breath shortened in his lungs and he shot a death glare at the door.  Almost as if he was hoping to scare off his guest with out having to communicate at all… of course it didn’t help.  There was a short pause,  before another knock followed; this time it was louder.

His mind started to race all over as he inched himself toward the door.  What would he say? For what reason did he even have Izuku come over?  He had to think of something before he got to the door. He had to figure it out. Had to think.  Had to plot–

“Kacchan!” Izuku called.  “Please let me in, its down pouring!”

Katsuki paused as he reached the front door. He swallowed thickly, as his hand hesitated to open it. He could easily ignore Izuku and continue on with his evening. Eventually Izuku would get tired of standing in the rain and he’d just go home.
But then he could also catch a cold. Izuku is dumb sometimes, so he wouldn’t have taken an umbrella for a short walk. Katsuki couldn’t let Izuku get sick. “Kacchan!”

The voice jolted Katsuki from his thoughts once again and he grumbled, before grabbing hold of the door knob.

It swung open with a crash against the wall and it would have bounced back shut, if Katsuki hadn’t stopped it with his foot.

“I heard you the first time- be patient, damn.” His red hues narrowed and looked down at Izuku who was a shivering mess. And at that site, Katsuki swore he hated himself. Why didn’t he just open the fucking door? Now Izuku was soaked.

“A..are you going to let me in or not?” He questioned then, frowning.

The ash blonde, pressed his lips shut,  and took a step to the side.  His eyes watching Izuku’s every movement.  The way his hair stuck to his face from the rain, the way his clothes dripped, how he took awkward steps because his shoes were also soaked through… it was sort of cute.

Shaking away the thought,  Katsuki kicked the door closed. He followed Izuku in, and the silence was becoming a bit awkward.

“Why did you want me to come over?" 
Finally it was broken,  and the freckled boy turned his attention toward his childhood friend.  There was a bit of shyness in his gaze.

"Uuuh–” Katsuki paused momentarily. “Uh… to help me bake somethin.” It /sounded/ like he made it up on the spot, but who the hell would care? Although now he had to figure out what exactly he was baking.

“To /bake/?” Izuku’s eyes widened slightly,  before he nodded and looked down at his wet clothes. “Thats unlike you Kacchan, is this some kind of prank?” He smiled crooked. It was that uneasy,  unsure smile that Katsuki really disliked for many reasons.

“No- no seriously!  I gotta bake somethin and Im not fucking good at it! So thats why I wanted you over. ”

“Your mom made you call me” Izuku stated. “But.  Let’s get it over with,  okay..? Um.. I’m sure you want to get this done as soon as possible. ”

Katsuki’s brows knitted at that. It hurt to hear that Izuku felt he wasn’t wanted there… because that wasnt true.

“Sure. But I’m gonna give you some dry clothes first.”


“Just take the damn offer!”


Now that Izuku was in a dry set of clothes, (Katsuki’s shorts and hoodie), the two of them could get started.  Izuku’s cheeks were flushed red wearing them. It felt weird.. but nice. They had only shared clothes one other time,  and that was when they were children. 

Katsuki however,  regretted his choice of allowing Izuku to use his clothing.  Because God /dammit/, he looked really cute wearing it. The sweat shirt and shorts only showed off how much smaller Izuku was than Katsuki, despite not looking much different standing side by side.  Sure Katsuki was taller,  and more built,  but he never realized how much.

“What are we making?” Izuku questioned, finally looking up at the other. Katsuki’s gaze was disturbed then, and he lifted a hand to rub his neck. His eyes darted around the room. He had to look anywhere but at other.

“Uh.. Apple pie. My mom wants it for dessert tonigt..” A lie. But a good one, he hoped. They had the ingredients for one so how hard could it really be? “I gotta recipe.”

With that, he made his way to the kitchen counter and started to dig through the small box that held his mother’s different recipes.

“You dont seem like the type to enjoy baking, Kacchan” Izuku commented,  trying to keep things calm.  They were having a decent conversation so far… no yelling.  No annoyance.  Just talking- about pie and baking! Perhaps it was the start of something… something normal.  A genuine friendship, possibly. The chances were slim,  but Izuku could be hopeful couldn’t he?  He never hated Katsuki, and lately they had been on good terms.  The latter hadn’t even bullied or talked down on Izuku for a while.  Izuku could almost safely say that his childhood friend was becoming nicer.  Not to others per say, but to him personally. It felt good.  It gave Izuku a tickle in his stomach. 

“I never said I / enjoyed/  it. It just has to be done. ” Katsuki replied,  and held up the recipe he was looking for. “And here it is- lets start workin on this and get it done. Maybe by the time we’re finished the rain will stop."  He offered a slight smile before setting the paper down on the counter. 

Was he actually trying to make conversation? Izuku could hardly believe it, but thats what it seemed like. He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip from his fingers and he nodded; his green curls bouncing a bit as he did.
"I hope!” And he smiled. It was genuine, and there was no hint of unsureness to it.

Katsuki could swear his heart stopped. The sight of a smiling Izuku was so rare to him, and it was precious.  Something he’d treasure for the rest of his life if he were able.  “Read off the ingredients, Kacchan. I’ll start to gather them.”

Katsuki blinked, waking up from his daydream. (He had been doing that a lot that day. He needed to stop).

“Yeah,  yeah. First things first is obviously the apples”.


“What the fuck?!”

“It doesn’t look right..” Izuku muttered.

“Seriously,  what the fucking shit??”

Katsuki growled, as he stared at the pie they had baked. It was cooling off on the stove top,  but the top crust had sunken in, and the inside was liquid instead of caramelized.  “What the hell did we do wrong??” He questioned,  grabbing hold of the recipe. It looked like they did everything right.  So why was it coming out that way?

“Maybe we mis-read a step” Izuku mumbled,  as he lifted a hand up to play with his lower lip. “We should give it another try.. this time Ill read the directions and you add ingredients! Its still raining anyway-  it’ll be a fun way to pass the time..” Suddenly, Izuku’s voice grew unsure. 

Katsuki shifted his gaze to the other,  and felt a wave of something (happiness was it?)take over him. Izuku said it would be fun to pass the time baking with Katsuki. That meant he enjoyed it the first time. That meant he didnt want to leave yet.
The blonde felt his cheeks redden, and he piped up finally.  He couldn’t let Izuku be doubtful.

“Sure- why the hell not. Im no quiter. We’re gonna make this damn pie right,  no matter what. ” he smirked,  and started to gather the ingredients once again. 

The second time around seemed to be going more successful, in more ways than one. 

To both their surprise they were talking.

It started off about the pie- but it slowly moved away from that.  Katsuki swore they were having fun. Izuku laughed a few times. Katsuki was finding it easier to joke around with him, and it was refreshing. 
Izuku couldn’t remember the last time he / laughed/  with Katsuki… it felt warm. It made his heart pound in his chest,  and his stomach do flips.

They continued to work on the pie, and it wasn’t long before it was in the oven.

The duo wasted time waiting for it to bake by telling stories.  They touched back on a lot of their past memories together, majority from when they were young. They avoided any of the bullying memories as if they didn’t exist and focused solely on the times they played or went by each other’s houses. Katsuki was surprised that they actually did so much together.. he had forgotten about the peaceful times between them.

Finally the timer went off,  and it was time for the moment of truth.
Izuku watched eagerly, as Katsuki put on the oven mits and went into the oven.  The crust wasn’t caved in so that was a good sign. But the real confirmation of their success would be in the filling. 

“Ill bet its okay!” Izuku chimed,  as he watched the pie. They waited patiently together for it to cool. 

“We’ll see. If it isnt right,  we’re going to the store for more god damn apples and we’re makin it again” Katsuki stated and he picked up the knife. “Ready?”


As the knife sunk into the pie, a grin formed on Katsuki’s face. He finished cutting the slice and it was perfect.  The inside was caramelized just right, and the apples were soft.

“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki looked at the other quickly. “Look at it! ”

Izuku smiled wide, seeing their sucess. Apparently adding too many apples and not enough sugar was their downfall last time.

“We did it Kacchan!” He laughed again and lifted a hand up, waiting. “Ill bet it tastes as good as it looks! ”

The blonde glanced at the raised hand and lifted his own up. He slapped their hands together for a satisfying high-five,  though his hand lingered there.

He still couldn’t take his eyes off Izuku. Especially because he was smiling now.. it was such a tender smile, Katsuki never realized how warm it made him feel. How much he actually longed to see it. And he didn’t realize how nice it was to be the cause of it.

The freckled boy looked puzzled,  as Katsuki stared at him.  He tilted his head slightly,  and as he went to move his hand away it was grabbed. Fingers laced and suddenly… he was being tugged forward.

It all happened so fast after that.  Their bodies were closer than they’d ever been.  Izuku’s eyes widened,  as Katsuki's  feel shut.  Their lips collided together only for a few moments before it was over.

Katsuki pulled back relatively quickly,  looking just as surprised as Izuku did. 

“K..Kacchan you…” his cheeks grew dark red at the realization. 

“..Shut…shut up, Deku.”

“…Kacchan why did you-”

“Don’t,  Deku!”

“You k.. kissed… kissed me!”

It was finally said. And the two stared at each other in silence for a few moments.  “… why did you..?” Izuku said softly. 

Katsuki thought it should be more than obvious as to / why/, but Izuku seemed confused.  He appeared to be looking for some type of reassurance,  and he was holding himself back from reacting. Katsuki stayed quiet for a few moments before parting his lips to speak. 

“I’m…” his voice grew quiet.  “..I think I… love you. ”

“.. you /think/..?” Izuku didnt sound too pleased with the answer.  He definitely sounded confused and weary. His brows furrowed,  and he huddled into himself. It was that look that Katsuki couldn’t stand.  The look that displayed his fear. The look that was especially for Katsuki in the past.  “A…Are you…making some kind of joke?”

At that, the ash blonde stiffened up.  That was the last thing he wanted. This wasn’t a joke, it was real. And he had to make sure he displayed that.

“No– no its not a joke. ” he lifted a hand up to touch his forehead.  God, he hated being bad with words.  “Its not a joke- I said it wrong. I meant that I.. agh..  I.. really..” It really wasn’t like Katsuki to mix up his words,  but when it came to Izuku nothing made sense. He couldn’t form a sentence,  and it was killing him inside. “I love you,  okay? I love you– and I’m absolute shit at trying to put this into words.  I dunno when it started-  I dunno what made me want to tell you right now.  But I did.  And I fucking kissed you, and I did it because I love you.  This isn’t a joke- Im serious! ”

There was silence between them then. Izuku’s green hues stared intently into Katsuki’s red ones. They stayed like that for a few moments before Izuku spoke.

“….Kacchan.. I… I also have feelings for you..” it was weird to admit.  “ But!”

Katsuki blinked, waiting eagerly. He felt his heart palpitating fast.
 "..I can’t trust you fully yet. I’m sure you know why..“ Izuku played with his hands then. "I need you to show me.”

Katsuki swallowed hard,  but nodded a bit.  Of course Izuku couldn’t trust him all the way. He knew the reasons as to why,  but it still hurt. It fucking sucked. But Katsuki’s not a quiter. He took in a deep breath, before closing the distance between them.

“I’ll prove it. I don’t care how long it takes.  I don’t care if its years or whatever.  I’m gonna show you and prove it. Im different than I was..”

Izuku’s, face softened as he listened.  He gave a gentle nod before reaching out to lace their fingers together. 
“I know you are.”

They kissed again, this time it was mutual. Their lips moved together slowly, before parting. Katsuki then pulled the other in for a firm hug.

It was going to be a journey together. It was going to be a bumpy road, it was going to be hard, and it was going to be long. But it was worth it. To be able to see Izuku smiling as bright as the sun, just for him. It was worth everything to Katsuki.

Straightforward (Jay Park)

Anonymous asked: Hii can I request a jay park scenario where the reader and him are Best friends and he confesses to you 😆

Originally posted by clubeskimo

    “So, what do you want to do today?” you asked, putting your sneaker-clad feet on Jay’s dashboard and watching with no surprise as he shoved them off (the exact same thing happened most times you rode in his car).

    “How about we go to the Bentley dealership and you can buy me a hella nice cleaning kit for this car and then demonstrate how it works? I’ve never gotten this as dirty as you have,” he replied, turning the key in the ignition.

    “That’s not true!” you protested. “I’ll I’ve done is gotten a little dirt on the dashboard. You were the genius who decided to get a white leather interior and then eat flaming hot Cheetos in it while drunk. Did you ever get out the stains?”

    He frowned at you.

    “No good enough comeback for that one, eh?” you asked. “I didn’t think so. So, like I was saying, where are we going?”

    “Well, maybe I’ll just drop you off at your apartment again,” he said. “You’re being kinda annoying…”

    “Jay!” you protested.

    “I’m kidding you, geez,” he said, glancing at you with a playful smile before his eyes returned to the road and his expression became serious.

     “What’s on your mind?” you asked.

     “What are you talking about?” he asked, not looking over at you.

    “I know you, and there’s something you’re not telling me right now,” you said. “When you smile for real, you smile a long time, and that one lasted for like two seconds.”

    “You’re close to being able to read my mind, but not quite there,” he said. “I’m fine. Seriously. Anyway, I was thinking maybe we could just go shopping? Morning on a weekday- the mall shouldn’t be too busy.”

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“Can you write an imagine where happy scolds you for not coming to him for help with money and you end up moving in with him please?”

“oh my god a friendship one with happy where he treats the reader like a little sister :’) im a mess lmao”

A knock at your door sounds, you scuttling from upstairs to go to the door, Happy on the other side as you open it. You smile at him, him smiling in return. You stand aside, opening your door widely and letting him come in, “Hey, Hap. I’ve just gotta take a wizz and grab my phone, wait in the living room if you want.”

“Couldn’t you have taken a shit before I got here?” he teases, dropping onto your sofa. You roll your eyes, pointing your finger at him warningly, a smirk on your face.

Happy watches you leave, your figure disappearing up the stairs, his attention shuffling to the TV. He watches the sitcom for a few moments, before his eyes flicker to the stack of letters on the coffee table, the word ‘URGENT!’ plastered across the top one.

Leaning forward, he looks at the stairs, expecting you to appear and catch him mooching through your things, but the coast is clear. He grabs the letters, quickly flicking through them and noticing they all say alarming words, all written in bold, red writing.

Grabbing one from the pile, he spins it around, unsealing the envelope with ease. He unfolds the piece of paper, his eyes skimming the text, his eyes widening in shock.

“I’m ready-” you trail off, reaching the bottom of the stairs and seeing Happy, letters in hand and a stern expression on his face. You chuckle nervously, trying to grab the papers from him, his reflexes too quick for you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were behind?” he asks sharply, you swallowing as he scolds you, you feeling like a little kid being told off by a teacher. “They’re threatening to kick you out, (Y/N).”

You roll your eyes, again trying to grab the letters and again failing. You fold your arms, trying to stick to your guns. “It won’t come to that.”

Happy just glares at you, begging you to see the seriousness of the situation. You know he’s not going to let this go without an explanation, him being like your big brother that you never wanted, but you’re glad you have anyway. Sighing, you take a seat on the nearest chair, running your hands through your hair.

“I lost my job, okay? They found out I stole those supplies that you guys needed, told me I could either walk away with no compensation for being fired, or they’d call the police.” you admit, standing back up and facing a apologetic looking Happy. This is exactly what you didn’t want, pity.

Huffing at him, you finally grab your letters, pulling open a random drawer and stuffing them inside angrily. “Thanks for going through my shit, by the way.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Tell one of the guys?” he questions, leaning against the wall as he watches you. “We could’ve helped you out.”

“I’m not a charity case, Hap. I don’t want your money.” you snap, feeling vulnerable, not wanting anybody to know that you can’t even afford to pay your own bills. “This place is shit anyway. They’d be doing me a favour by making me leave.”

Happy looks at you, not knowing what to say as you shrug your coat on. You glare at him warningly, miming a zip across your mouth, telling him to drop it. “Come on, I’ve gotta whoop your ass at pool.”

“You and (Y/N) alright, brother? You’re usually joined at the hip but she’s been spending an awful lot of time with Chibs today.“ Jax inquires, taking a drag from his cigarette. Happy looks to you, your hand holding a beer as you laugh along with Chibs.

“She got laid off, having money troubles.” Happy states, taking a sip from his own beer as he talks with one of his brothers. “You know how she is, too proud to accept help. She doesn’t want the pity.”

Jax whistles lowly, blowing out the smoke from his parted lips. You flick your gaze over to the two men, noticing their eyes are on you, Happy raising his eyebrow questioningly, you moving your attention back to Chibs.

“She’s good with books and shit, right? Could probably get her some work in the office, maybe send her to help Nero too.” Jax suggests, Happy mulling it over in his head before nodding. Drinking the last of his beer, he places the bottle on the table.

“Thanks, brother. I’m gonna go speak to her.” Jax nods in acceptance, Happy walking towards you, Chibs giving the two of you some space as he moves elsewhere. You smile at him, a slight tension surrounding the two of you.

“Listen, (Y/N), I’m sorry-” you roll your eyes, putting your hand up to stop your best friends apologises, a smirk on your lips. He looks nervous, not sure whether you’re about to tell him it’s fine or tell him the complete opposite.

“Don’t worry, Killer, it’s all forgotten.” you reassure him, signaling Chucky to pass you another beer, handing it to the now relieved looking Happy. “I know you had my best interests at heart. I’ll figure something out.”

“Jax is gonna get you some hours at TM and Diosa. Finance shit, sorting out clients, stuff like that.” he explains, you already starting to feel like you’re the number one guest at the pity party. Before you can disagree or reassure him it’s fine, Happy silences you with a warning glare, you laughing in response, him being able to read you so well. “It’s our fault you lost your job anyway, kitten. Least we can do.”

Nodding, you trace the rim of your beer, knowing that working within the club will probably be pretty fun, especially since you and Nero got on well. “I’m gonna go stay with my mom for a bit, till I get back up on my feet again.”

“That’s like two hours away, (Y/N).” Happy states, leaning against the bar. You shrug your shoulders, knowing that it’s probably going to be an expensive run backwards and forwards constantly, but at least you don’t have to worry about your house.

“Why don’t you just come crash with me for a while?” You raise your eyebrows at his suggestion, not expecting it at all. He grins at you, liking the idea of being able to keep his eye on you, especially when it comes to men. “It makes sense, and plus, I make a great pancakes.”

“I’m sure you do.” you tease, taking a sip from your bottle. As much as it would be great to live with Happy, being close to work and also having such good company, you don’t want it to get weird when it comes to food bills or rent, especially considering you’re not even earning yet. “I don’t know, Hap. I don’t want to be relying on you for shit that is my responsibility.”

“Hey.” he argues, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You’re like family, (Y/N), and family help each other out.”

You look at him closely, searching his face for any sign of uncertainty, but come up empty. Finally, after a mental battle, you huff dramatically. “Fine, but don’t moan when I leave my bobby pins all over the house.”

You grin as he frowns, confusion written all over his face. Laughing, you place your hand on his face, pinching his cheek playfully. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Originally posted by redwoodyincorporated

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Poofy Hayor (Hair) ft. Hoseok (Jhope)

“hobi can you come home now? you’ve been gone since this morning and now it’s almost nine o'clock.” you pouted, while sitting alone in your empty house.

he let out a huge sigh of relief. this was the sixth time you called him today and everytime you called him he would tell you that he couldn’t come home because he was trying to get a choreography right but now, he could.

“im on my way after i take a quick shower, i love you.”

“bring food!..and i love you too.” you stopped yourself from almost hanging up without telling him you loved him back.

you were hungry and bored. the only resolution to this problem was hoseok of course. he was the most cute, energetic, warm, positive and caring boyfriend that you had ever had.

he would kiss you any chance he got, cuddle with you, tell you how beautiful you are on a daily basis, ask cute little questions about your culture, buy you whatever you want, and overall be the best, most influential person that you had in your life.

“y/n im home!” hoseok yelled out into the quite home.

“hobi!” you were in the bathroom, moisturizing your hair and singing songs to kill time.

you rushed to the living room, forgetting about the other side of your head. hoseok was home and that’s all that mattered at the moment. you quickly found your boyfriend and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his small waist.

“somebody missed me a lot.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you to keep you up after placing the take-out box on the table.

he planted a few random kisses all over your face before actually kissing your lips and plopping down on the couch.

you straddled him, examining his facial features. he looked tired and that worried you, so you crawled off of him. that only made him frown, but you didn’t notice it.

“why’d you get off?” he asked.

“you seem tired.” you replied, sitting on the floor and opening up the food.

“well, you’re right…i am but that doesn’t mean that i don’t want you…” he didn’t know how to finish the sentence, which made you admire his cuteness even more.

“you’re not eating?” you asked.

“mmm, no i’m alright.” he gave you a reassuring smile, still thinking about how embarrassing his little moment was.

you hid your urge to laugh and started eating. for the whole ten minutes, hoseok stared at you. smiling a little here and there while watching your hair plop down when you leaned over into the plate. he also smiled when you’d lick your fingers, he loved watching you enjoy your food. he loved feeding you.

“you’re full now aren’t you?” he asked, while laughing a little at how your stomach had grew a little bigger due to the meal.

“duh look at me hobi! im-” you were interrupted by a sudden burp that made you cover your face in embarrassment and hoseok laugh his ass off, dramatically hopping around in the chair.

“you’re cute y/n.” he tugged on your hair. “your hair is so cool.”

“i know, you tell me everyday.” you sat down beside him.

he pulled you closer, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “i know you’re tired, so how about you lay your head in my lap? i’ll play with your hair.”

“you just wanna play in it don’t you? all you have to do is ask me hobi.” you squinted your eyes, making him pucker his lips and look away.

“okay you caught me…i…want to play in your hair. it’s so pretty, i love it.” he smiled.

you nodded and got up to go back to the bathroom to get the hair moisturizer. might as well make him do it.

“here, put some of this on the right side. then you can do whatever you want.” you handed him the pink bottle and sat on the floor between his legs.

you felt like a little girl getting her hair done again. the way he softly finger combed through your hair, reminded you of those days where you could just sit and fall asleep because it felt so good.

“you know one of the pros that i have of dating you?” hoseok asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“ooh what?” you were curious to know if it was gonna be serious or funny. because he was so unpredictable.

“if you ever got lost, i could find you fast because your hair stands out. it’s the prettiest out of them all. it’s black and poofy and curly and just unique!” he leaned over and kissed your forehead.

although he would always compliment you and your hair, it never got old hearing it. everytime, you were a blushing mess for him. but you pretended to be annoyed.

“baby you’re seriously more in love with my hair than me!” you nudged his leg.

he dramatically gasped, with his hand on his chest and everything. “that’s a lie! how can i not be more in love with you? you’re so cute and intelligent, you take care of me and you’re my number one fan. and lastly, did i mention that your skin is the sexiest thing to ever be created? you’re my girlfriend, my beautiful girlfriend with daebak* hair.”

“thanks but did you really have be to add that hair part in it?” you giggled as you got up to your feet.

“yes, now…for the last time, i know that we’re both tired so let’s cuddle.” hoseok suggested.

you playfully sighed, climbing into his open arms and kissing his cheek. a few seconds later, you felt a hand roam around in your hair. you decided to say nothing and see how long he would do this.

eventually, you fell asleep due to the satisfaction. hoseok though, was still wide awake and he was definitely tired but he stared at you a little while longer before forcing himself to sleep.

“ahh i love you y/n.” he kissed your head and closed his eyes.


jhope playing w/ his (poc) significant other’s black poofy/curly hair.

*daebak (대박) literally means awesome or anything along those lines.

Lady Angel

A/N: i havent written in months, literally months so im sorry if this sucks. nobody asked for this so yikes. this is also six pages on google docs so pls like it bc i worked hard on it. also spot the kurt vonnegut quote :) im also very bad at titles my b.

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word count: 2,700 (exactly)(yikes)

“Dude, just ask her out already,” Sam said slapping Bucky on the shoulder, pulling him out of his dazed state.

“Ha yeah right,” Bucky grumbled as he turned to face Wilson.

“Listen man, I’ll punch you in face so you can visit her in the med bay,” Sam snickered.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Bucky said scoffing.

“Yeah, I would love it actually. A girl like that won’t stay single forever man,” Sam said and both his and Bucky’s eyes went back to observing you throw your head back with laughter with the other nurses who work in the med bay.

“Jesus, I know,” Bucky replied in frustration, running his metal hand through his hair. Sam was about to say something back but was interrupted when Steve walked by them and said, “we got a mission. Meet at the jet in 10. Suit up,” before swiftly walking away.

“Stop drooling,”  Sam commented as he turned his attention back to Bucky.

“Shut up,” Bucky snarled as he got up and started to head towards the locker room.

“Seriously man! Ask her out!” Sam shouted, chuckling as he saw Bucky flip him off before turning a corner.

It was a quiet day at the med bay. A few agents in training passed through with minor injuries sustained during combat training, nothing too bad. You were finishing a chart when the squeak of the intercom disrupted the silence.

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“Ello! It’s me, I’m back again with Jack who many of you request to see because look at that face!” I tease before reaching over and squeezing his cheeks.

“So today we are gonna have Jack here pick my outfit and makeup look for tonight. We are going to be going to dinner for his birthday and he seems to think it’d be funny to dress me up.” I laugh and he nods.

“I’m actually not gonna sabotage her. I wanna show everyone that I have a fashion sense.” He smiles and I shake my head.

“I’m scared. I’m a single female who needs to look good when she goes out. Please don’t make me ugly.”

“Guys of course she thinks I could make her ugly.” He grabs my face and kisses my cheek. “Aww as if I could make something ugly that’s already ugly.” He jokes and I slap him on his arm before frowning.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He apologizes and I remain silent.

That’s Jack and I. We play around but for me it’s different. I wish he didn’t go so far, but he apparently means no harm. Sadly I like him a lot more than just friends so for me the little jokes and jabs are really hard.

“Guys I made her look good!” Jack shouts at my camera and I look in the mirror while cringing.

“Dude I look like your tinder dates.” I whine as I see the outfit. He put me in a skin tight skirt and tight top with heels.

“I don’t like this at all.” I admit but what makes it better is that he shrugs only to turn to my camera and smile even more.

“You’ll see more of what happens later on but im gonna do my hair and makeup and then get fucked up so I don’t have to remember that I’m dressed like this.” I explain before turning off all of my camera gear.

“Can you go so I can actually do my hair and makeup. I’ll see you at the party.”

I’m gonna regret this.

Oh boy did I not regret it when I was drunk, but in the morning I did.

The night started out okay and I was happy until I saw Jack with a girl on his arm. I realized that him and I weren’t going to be a thing when I saw him making out with that girl who was not me. After some liquid courage I also decided to get with someone and maybe I went further than Jack did because I woke up in someone’s bed who I never met before last night.

It got worse when I didn’t have my keys and had to actually knock on the door to my flat and face my friends and Jack himself.

“Oh this is really funny.” Josh laughs and I push past him.

“It is.” Conor adds and I walk into my safe space so I can try and avoid seeing Jack.

“You went home with that guy didn’t you?” I see him sitting there on the edge of my bed and I drop my heels down before letting my bag follow.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper and he holds up his camera.

“You did a Q and A one time on my camera cause yours was dead. I saw the footage. You admitted to liking me and then mentioned how you’d edit it out later and you did, but I never got over what you said. I wanted you at my party for my birthday because I love you, but you left with some random guy and I guess I didn’t expect it. You’re not the type to sleep with a random guy but you did and that’s why I’m here acting pathetic.” He stands up and goes to walk out but I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tippy toes. My hands go up to his hair and I grip onto it while I bury my head in his shoulder.

“Don’t walk away.” I whisper. “I don’t want to lose you because I acted out of jealously.” I beg before pulling my face from his shoulder and looking him in the eyes.

“I love you too. I really do and I’m sorry, but please don’t walk away.”

“I won’t.” He nods before pulling my closer to him.

“Wow so are we gonna be watching this all the time now?” My door opens and I turn to see Josh and Conor smiling.

“Finally they get to together after what… two years of waiting?”

“Yeah and now you’re ruining the romance so go!” I shout like an angry toddler and Jack laughs. “Like really go we didn’t even kiss yet and you ruined the romance.” I add and Conor backs away slowly before shutting the door.

“You wanted to kiss?” Jack asks and I try to stop from blushing. “Cause so did I.” He slowly leans down to me and kisses my cheek.

“But you’re hungover and I still didn’t take you on a proper date, so I’ll kiss you then.”

“Jack you’re gonna pay for that.” I whine but he just smiles.

“I’ll be happy to, but for now I have a video to make so when you’re done being upset come and join me.”

“That seriously just happened.”


- winwin as a boyfriend would be a1 seriously
- it all started when winwin saw your name on kun’s friend list on facebook and clicked on it only because you looked pretty
- he really did think you were pretty though
- he tried to keep it a secret because thats embarrassing. hes lookin thru one of kun’s pretty friends’ profile pics. kun would never let him live it down
- and he thinks hes bein all slick and secretive
- but nah kuns already seen him lookin thru your profile
- winwin has a habit of keepin his phone screen bright
- and having no password
- “so ur into my friend, i see”
- winwin would widen his eyes and smile stiffly “hahaha…..what r u talking about”
- “dont play dumb with me sicheng you literally sat in front of me and scrolled through her profile with your screen at maximum brightness”
- “…………..oh”
- kun would set the both of you up together
- except winwin won’t know that he is
- on the other hand, you do, but you didnt know it was gonna be him. u just asked kun to set you up on a blind date
- and wala
- “kun where are u taking me-_- i have to get up early tomorrow to practice the dance we learned a few days ago”
- “you can get up later lets go on an adventure”
- winwin would actually think him and kun are goin on an adventure like best buds
- kun plays him a lot tho
- hes surprised winwin hasnt caught on yet
- winwins all like “ohhh my we’re d best of friends!” then he’ turn around and kuns gone
- “hi… are you sicheng?”
- winwin would turn around all angry nd peeved bc how dare kun do that but then his heart would drop to his stomach and all of a sudden his hands are all clammy
- “oh, s-sorry. my friend set me up on a date and you look like the guy he showed me a pictu-”
- “yes im sicheng, but you can call me winwin.”
- he’d think hes bein all suave n shit but in reality he’s like purple nd it sounds like hes choking on something
- u guys would hit it off actually nd now winwin kinda feels bad he was creepin ur fb profile for the past few days
- you guys would depart all buddy-like nd he would feel bad bc he felt like he needed to do smth else but he was jus scared :(
- the next day he’d wake up to a new fb notification and it says that u’ve requested to become his friend and he literally jumps through the roof
- “good now u can look through her profile like a friend rather than a stranger”
- kuns a lowkey savage. truss mi
- winwin would glare at him “yeah ok whats the big deal wit ditchin me last night anyw-?”
- “if it werent for me y/n probably wouldnt of had added you so i’m pretty sure you need to use a diff tone with me sicheng :)”
- “…………..thank you qian kun you are everything a best friend could ever ask for have i ever told u that? ur my best friend. winkun is real and thriving.”
- you on the other hand wouldnt be able to stop smiling. he made that much of an impact on you
- he was very gentlemanly on your date. something most guys are lacking of these days
- he really left a good impression on you.
- you find yourself texting kun “can i get winwin’s number?”
- before you know it, you guys are texting 24/7
- when winwin isn’t dancing, he’s either texting you or sleeping
- you guys would make a lot of inside jokes and things
- i feel like he’d also be the type to start talkin about deep things once 11pm strikes
- the both of you wouldn’t know what you were.
- dating? in a relationship?
- the only thing yall did know is that yall felt right together
- winwin would always be on his phone smilin and taeyong would notice
- “who ya texting winwinnie?” taeyong would nudge winwin’s arm
- “no one” winwin would blush
- “someone special?”
- winwin would smile really big. “yeah.”
- kun would invite you over to the dorms to surprise winwin
- you get along really well with the boys
- “winwins goin from a big baby to a big boy” taeyong would say
- “its not that deep taeyong” yuta would say
- they’d jus be rly happy for u nd winwin honestly
- winwin would walk out the door and see you
- “(y/n)?!?” he’d smile real big and run towards you
- he’d hug you and you’d hug him back and everyone would be oohing and awhing
- winwin wouldnt even notice them being there
- you guys would just stay there hugging for a while then donghyuck would go “JUST KISS EACH OTHER ALREADY-_-”
- and you do
- the minis would make disgusted noises
- jeno wouldn’t tho he’d probably smile real big and clap his hands along with his hyungs aw
- he’d be such a spoilt bf omg
- you’d buy him anything he wants. seriously. anything he asks for from you and he gets it within a week
- it’s okay though because he does the same for you
- you guys just spoil each other continuously
- he asks for ice cream all the time. its really cute
- also whenever you eat the last few scoops of ice cream he gets a lil bit mad. but he restocks every other day just in case
- also getting scared at times bc he sleeps with his eyes open
- he probably falls asleep at random times too
- “sicheng? hun? wake up.. you gotta get to bed..”
- “*groans* i love u babe *goes back to sleep*”
- he’d really just be a big baby
- watching him do his morning stretches while you drink tea omg
- he’d clear out your living room and just take the time to stretch. it rly is another form of art
- “sicheng? hey babe? i gotta question?”
- “yeah?”
- “what’s this kun’s saying about you knowing who i was before our first date?”
- “…….idk a kun who is he”

Ride or Die (Barry Allen x Reader)

Originally posted by claraoswan

Requested by: anonymous “i have an idea for a oneshot of barry/cisco x reader from a convo i’ve actually had: 1: “you know what let’s freaking fight” 2: “i’d rather make out.” 1: “what” 2: “what?” 1: “i mean i’m down, but that was unexpected.” the reader can be either :)”

Word Count: 1,065


Author’s Note: So this’ll be the last imagine for a while, probably like a two or three days haha bc um my laptop broke so im using my mom’s rn and it’s in her room and she’ll be SUPER confused as to why im in there 24/7 so…anyways thanks you guys AND IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FORGIVE ME

“That’s it! I’m done!” you said frustrated. Barry was smiling like what happened was some kind of joke, making you even more irritated. “Barry, seriously, this isn’t funny.” You crossed your arms in anger. 

He had been messing around with your computer when he accidentally deleted all of the pictures that you’d taken on your trip to Europe. All.

You had been wanting to go and explore that continent for the longest time and when you had finally done it with a group from your college, of course you’d taken photos. A couple hundred actually. 

You loved that trip and when you figured out that all of the pictures were gone, you were mad. Beyond mad. You were so frustrated and angry that you could feel tears building up, blurring your eyesight. 

And that wasn’t all of it. Lately, your boyfriend, Barry, had been bailing on your dates. Now, you knew he was the ‘oh so famous’ Flash. You loved him for it and you respected it. But when he had cancelled five dates already, you were angry. And hurt.

But you didn’t say anything. What were you supposed to say? ‘Oh, Barry. Stop saving Central City and come have a date with me’? No, you couldn’t. That would make you sound selfish and barbaric.

So you kept it in.

And now, after a horrible day at school, you had come home to this. And Barry was about to start laughing. Really, if you were a cartoon, smoke would be fuming out of your ears.

You took one long deep breath in and tried to calm yourself. Sadly enough, it didn’t work. 

“You think this is funny?” you asked, clenching your fists.

“I mean, it’s pr-” Barry started, looking at the laptop but then saw your facial expression which clearly told him not to continue that sentence. “Oh, no. It’s not funny. At all,” he stuttered.

“You-.” You gestured to the laptop. “You just deleted all of my photos, Barry!” you said with a raised voice.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You can-” he continued but you cut him off.

“What, Barry? I can what?”

“Y/N, I didn’t want to fight, but if you’re gonna act like this-” Barry said, getting interrupted again.

“Oh, oh,” you scoffed. “Okay, so it’s my fault? You know what? Let’s fight, Barry! Let’s freaking fight!” you yelled, letting your built-up anger out.

Barry shook his head and scoffed back lightly. “I’m not gonna fight you, Y/N,” he told you with a cocky smile.

You squinted his eyes at him. “Are you kidding me? Why not? What, you can’t take the heat?” you asked him. You actually thought his douche stance was one of the hottest things that he could do, and no matter how badly you wanted to be mad at him, that smirk would get you every time.

He leaned against the wall with arms crossed and shrugged, acting as if he didn’t care.

“I mean,” he paused in mock thought, one eyebrow quirking up, “I’d rather make out. But that’s, you know, your preference.”

This made you pause. You raised your eyebrows in surprise yet you could feel a blush rising from your cheeks. And it wasn’t from anger. Even though you and Barry had made out many times, and gone further than that, just the word makes you turn red. 

“What?” you questioned, trying to keep your voice steady. 

Barry looked at you as if you just had said something that he didn’t hear. “What?” he asked, acting confused.

You glared at him. This tall, hot, arrogant, headache of a boyfriend was making your emotions go into haywire. And, for some unknown reason, you loved it.

You chuckled and let your arms dangle by your sides. Shrugging, you replied back to his proposition. “I mean, I’m down, but really Barry. That was totally unexpected.”

And just like that, the core of your anger melted away and the only thing that you could focus on was his lips on yours.

He grinned at you before crossing the room to where you stood. Barry grabbed you by the waist and came to kiss you. At first, it was a regular kiss, but when you tangled your fingers into his hair and pulled lightly is when it got more heated. 

He pulled you closer, your bodies melting into each other. Barry’s hand came to grab the back of your head, pushing your lips tighter against his. His tongue licked your lips, mutely asking for an entrance that you gladly gave. 

You moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue against yours. 

But then you pulled away, remembered the reason why you were mad in the first place.

“Mm, Bar,” you whispered. He resorted to kissing down your neck and sucking on one spot. Oh, that’ll leave a hickey later.

“I’m supposed mad at you, Barry Allen,” you said teasingly. Instead of stopping, however, he bit the raw spot on your neck, sending a blissful feeling throughout your entire body. You hummed in pleasure.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he murmured against your neck, finding another spot to suck. “They’re all in the backup folder.”

“What?” you asked, slightly pulling away. “Really?”

He sighed, missing your warmth against him. “Yes, really. Now come back here,” Barry mumbled, grabbing your cheeks to crash his lips against yours.

You smiled into the kiss, pushing him onto the couch that was behind him. You crawled onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’m still mad at you. I still need to talk to you,” you murmured against his swollen lips.

“And I still wanna make out with you,” Barry said. With that, he carried you and flip the two of you. You laid under him as he hovered above with on his elbows. You squealed as Barry pecked you lightly on the lips.

“I could stay like this all night,” he whispered. You beamed at him. You knew that there was still unfixed problems between the two of you, but right now, you could care less.

“Why not?” you said.

Barry’s smile grew big before showering you with kisses. You knew that Barry would make you mad again, and vice versa. But, it was okay. You knew that it would be okay, because you loved each other. 

And if two people loved each other so much, they could overcome any fight that they faced. Together.

The End


Author’s Note: So I hope that you guys liked this imagine:) idrk how good it is haha but this’ll be the last one for a few days:( I will try to write one tomorrow too but it probably wont be until I get my new laptop which will be…idk when bc THE MAILMAN IS TAKING IS SWEET TIME SHIPPING IT anyways love you guys and see you soon!

Stand Up ft. Yugyeom

warning: it’s a bit of profanity up in here.

you were depressed, crying and hiding in the school bathroom. you needed someone to comfort you. 

the same group of girls, bullied you again today. being pushed against the lockers, thrown on the ground, called names, and straight out disrespected had became a daily routine for you.

they never gave you a break. in their eyes, you were a helpless child…you were their toy. and they could mess with you whenever they wanted. they knew how much you hurt but they put the fact that you were human aside and treated you badly.

you were what people called a “nerd”. you were smart, passing all of your classes with nothing under a b+ unlike most people at your school and you wore glasses. to you, you thought that that was a stupid reason to be called a nerd when you were actually pretty cool if people tried to get to know you better.

luckily, someone took the time that they had to spend with you to get to know you. his name, is yugyeom.

it was your sophomore year at a new school and he was a junior. for some odd reason, he was in your physical science class when he should’ve been in biology. his reason for behind a little behind was that he hated school and never would take it seriously.

the teacher had paired you two up to work on a project that would take about a month to finish. for the first few days, everything was slow and anything but fun. yugyeom would never help you out. he would tap away on his phone or when he did speak to you…he was rude.

“yugyeom? can you please help me out?”

he looked up from his phone. “how about no? you can do it . look, at your glasses. they’re thick as fuck! meaning you’re smart.”

as the time progressed, you found the balls to tell him about himself which only made him smile at you the whole time. he apologized for being “stupid” although you felt like he didn’t mean it. or maybe because he was still stuck laughing at your small outburst.

eventually, he grew a soft spot for you and asked you out. it wasn’t necessarily romantic but more straight forward because of his cockiness. it was because he already knew that you would say yes.

soon after the first couple of dates, yugyeom could notice bruises on your face and body. he’d ask you what happened but you would make up obvious lies.

“what happened to you?”

“i tripped…outside and i hit my face on a pole.”

“bullshit y/n, i know those bruises on your skin aren’t from that. i give people those so i know for a fact that someone gave these to you. who?” he hissed as he pointed at your forearm.

“No one.”

just thinking about it made your vision blurry and bottom lip quiver. you pulled your knees up to your chest, and sobbed…all while waiting for a text back from yugyeom.

when your phone vibrated, you looked down. the text read, “im otw” which made you smile..just a little.

“y/n!” that familiar voice that brought a smile to your face crept its way into the bathroom.

you slowly rose up to your feet, only to be brought up off of them and into a tight hug.

“are you okay? stop crying…take your glasses off, you know you’ll get them dirty.” he put you down and examined your face.

his chest rose much higher than it just was. it looked like he was hyperventilating but he was only pissed because of your new bruise.

“baby tell me. tell me who did it.” he said calmly.

he always kept this tone of voice with you. he knew how sensitive you were and he made a promise to himself the that he would never make you cry. never.

it already hurt enough to see you crying like this.

“no, i can’t. you’ll do something…something bad.” you broke eye contact with him.

“y/n i swear on everything if you don’t tell me, i’ll find that bitch myself.” he hissed, causing you to jump. he had noticed what he just said, he placed his hand on the back of his neck. “sorry i ju-”

“i want to deal with them myself.” the last bell of the day rung, so you brushed past him and into the hallway.

he ran up to you, grabbed your arm and turned you around. “them? it’s more than one?”

“yes yugyeom.” you continued walking, with him still holding onto your arm.

“so how will you deal with them? you will get jumped y/n.” he scratched the back of his head in confusion with his other hand.

you stopped to face him once you got to the school parking lot.“teach me how to fight.” you spoke as serious as you could but the only response that you got from yugyeom was a laugh.

“baby, you can’t be serious. no racial but, you’re black…you should know how to fight.” he unlocked the doors to his car.

“i should beat your ass yugyeom!” you hit his arm.

a guy unexpectedly came running up to yugyeom, with his hand half way in the air. yugyeom reached into his pocket and did his ‘secret handshake’ with the guy. obviously, it was a drug deal. he just never wanted to tell you.

he walked over to the passenger seat and opened it for you like nothing happened. you got in and waited for him to finish his sudden shouts of his friend’s names before closing the door and getting in on the driver’s side.

he started the engine and placed the back of his right hand on your thigh. you put your hand in his and sighed.

“i’ll teach you how to fight but you better tell me when you’re ready to fight so i can be there with people on standby.”

you nodded. “okay.”


“put the these on.” yugyeom told you, handing you boxer gloves. he pushed the large punching bag towards you and remained behind it.

“do i really need these?” you laughed at how big they looked on your hands.

“yes now start punching baby.” he paused. “and try to hit it so hard that you make me stumble back. pretend like the bag is those girls that fuck with you.”

“got it.” you nodded and side stretched your arms.

you took in a deep breath and held it so that you could keep a steady speed and go longer. you started punching as hard as you could.

“baby..” yugyeom said, peeking his head to the side. “hit it harder.”

he covered his laughing face with the bag and waited for you to restart. this time, you got a little loose. yugyeom ended up stumbling back just a little, giving you an applause.

“okay that was good. now, i’m gonna hold my hands up in different areas and you’re gonna hit them as fast as you can.” he went to the refrigerator and got two bottles of water, he sat them on the table and re-positioned himself in front of you. “we’ll take a break after this.”

“ugh but i’m thirsty.” you whined while eyeing the cold refreshing bottles of evian.

he unexpectedly grabbed your chin and kissed you. “you’re cute but, i said what i said.” he smirked against your lips.

“whatever, let’s just get this over with.” you backed up and took off your glasses.

“oh someone’s serious.” yugyeom laughed.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. quickly, you noticed that his hand was on his chest. it was like someone was in your head.. telling you to hit him right where his hand was. it’s not like he could get mad. he said to hit his hand.

in the next second, you threw a punch toward his hand. he put his other hand over his chest and fell over. “shit y/n what was that for?”

“you said hit your hand.” you smiled your innocent smile.

he got back on his feet, looking down at you. “why are you like this? you’re so mean to me y/n.”

“aw yugyeom don’t act like this.” you hugged his skinny frame and kissed his chest.

he could be a baby at times even if he was just being mean towards you the past minute. you found it cute though, just how he did with you.

“let’s do this.” he pulled back from you and got in position again.


after a half hour of different exercises and weird mini training’s, you felt like that was all you needed. you’d just practice when you got home. hopefully, it would be enough for you to be able to defend yourself.

“i’m proud of you y/n.” yugyeom hummed, earning a smile from you.

“thanks..where are we going?” you looked out of the window. you couldn’t recognize anything.

“a friend’s house… it’s a lot of guys there so please stay by me. and don’t worry, we’ll be out fast.” he sighed.

he hated that he had to bring you to the place that he got his work from but he was low on supply and he had to meet up with three more people before the night was over. it was urgent. he could be killed if he didn’t have it, he was basically one of the many plugs and he damn sure couldn’t run off.

he had to meet up with the people who called him up. there weren’t any choices to it. they would call and he would agree to meet them at a certain time and place.

so if he met up with someone and he didn’t have the ‘goods’, that someone would most definitely kill him unless he could get to his weapon quicker.

as soon as yugyeom pulled over at the side of the house, he got out and went over to open your door. you stepped out and held onto his hand while he locked the doors and guided you through the crowd of people.

as expected from yugyeom, guys were staring at you and calling you out. you on the other hand, felt gassed. you thought that people wouldn’t even react to your presence. you thought that you weren’t that attractive…with your glasses and afro-like hair. you dressed in style, but that was really all that you would think someone liked about you. these guys on the other hand looked impressed with your looks from head to toe.

“yg my boy!” a guy in suit that was a bit taller than yugyeom came running down the stairs to dap him up.

yugyeom let go of your hand for a split second but that was something that he shouldn’t have done. someone grabbed it and pulled you over, making you hit something hard that you made out to be a chest.

“you fucking bastard let go of me!” you slapped him with you free hand. yugyeom’s boldness must’ve rubbed off on you.

“hey. the name’s j-” the guy started to sarcastically say but ended up falling to the floor after being punched in the mouth by yugyeom.

he still had a grip on your hand so, you fell down with him. you repeatedly slapped him again.

“bitch!” he yelled but again, got punched in the mouth but that wasn’t the end.

yugyeom hopped on top of him and threw punches at his face. you wanted to try and break it up then and there but…he did call you a bitch.

“don’t you ever fucking disrespect my girl again or i will fucking kill you!” your tough ass boyfriend spit in the dude’s bleeding face and took a paper towel from the guy from earlier to wipe off his hands.

“don’t fuck with yugyeom or his girl bruh!” someone from the circled crowd laughed.

after yugyeom wiped his hands off, he grabbed yours and pulled you along to the back room of the house.

“i’m sorry that that had to happen.” he looked down.

you giggled, you weren’t even fazed by what just happened because you knew how he was. “you don’t have to apologize and be like this yugs. you literally just beat that dude’s face in and now your acting all soft.”

“i’m serious y/n. you know i hate doing shit like this around you.” he sighed.

“shut up. it’s okay.” you hugged him, but quickly got interrupted when someone walked in.

“oh! i’m interrupting something?” it was the same guy from earlier .

“shut up jeon.” yugyeom bit down on his lip and looked down at you.

“anywho, i got the stuff.” he walked over to the desk and pulled something from out of one of the drawers. it was definitely a big bag of weed. “you should have mini bags. you just gotta break it up aight?”

“got it…thanks bro.” yugyeom dapped him up and took the bag.

“it was nice seeing you y/n.” he laughed, sending you a peace sign and leaving out.

you shot yugyeom a death glare. “how does he know my name the fuck?”

“i talk about you a lot. he’s my best friend so it’s fine.” he paused and checked his watch. “anyways, lets get out of here before i have to fight again.” he grabbed your hand and guided you out of the house.

after he dropped you off, you showered, and practiced for tomorrow. you were going to defend yourself tomorrow, without telling yugyeom.

you just wanted to fight the ‘head’ of the group. she was the one who fucked with you the most. the one who gave you the most pain and the one who started all of this.


you were in the bathroom talking yourself up when the last bell of the day rung.

“okay y/n you got this.” you tied your hair up, switched your sandals for sneakers and put your jewelry in your bookbag.

you hurriedly headed to the parking lot since that’s where she had to be. you were sure since you had overheard her talking with her friends about riding back with them to their house.

once you spotted your target, you called her. “yo nicky!”

the way she turned her head, she could’ve broken her neck. after she did her corny snap of her fingers, her friends got behind her.

they made their way over to you, causing people to look and gather around out of curiosity.

“you called me? you want your ass beat now?” she raised her eyebrow and smirked.

“yeah, i guess so. but only you. unless you’re scared.” you taunted. you said this loud enough for most of the people around to hear which rowdied them up a little.

“bet.” she tried to be slick and swing but you dodged it and clocked her in her face, making her stumble back.

you climbed on top of her and imitated yugyeom’s moves. you did exactly as he did when the guy from the house tried talking to you.

all of a sudden, you were pulled off of nicky and thrown on the ground. one of her friends got on top of you and slapped you. “we don’t lose bitch!” she hissed.

“fuck you!” you managed to roll her over and did the exact same thing that you did to nicky.

“alright! alright! alright!” you heard yugyeom coming your way.

he pulled you off of her and held you in his arms. you looked over at nicky, who was sitting on the ground crying with a broken nail, bloody nose and mouth.

her other friend, who was smart enough to not interfere with the fight was there to aid her. all three of them looked at you, their faces were full of saltiness.

you gave them the middle finger and mouthed “fuck you” while eyeing each one of them.

“you did good baby. but this is the only time you’re fighting, you’re supposed to be my good girl.” yugyeom chuckled, while still carrying you.

“yeah yeah…do you think they’ll still mess with me?”

“hell no! they’re shook!” he laughed as he kissed your forehead and put you down on your feet. “and did you really have to make them bleed?”

“yes i did.” you said right after you noticed that your glasses weren’t on your face. “where’s my glasses? shit.”

“broke.” yugyeom reached into his pocket and held the remaining of them up. “but don’t worry, we’ll get you a new pair.”

“thanks for helping me through all of this.” you hugged him, and kissed his chest right where his heart was located like you always did.

he looked down at you and bit down on his lips. “don’t thank-” he noticed something to his right. “shit let’s go. those fake ass cops from school are walking over there.”

the both of you got in the car and left without anyone noticing.


luckily, you never got caught because no one except for the teachers, yugyeom and his friends knew your name and who you were. and the students who witnessed the fight weren’t snitches. two out of the three girls that bullied you got expelled and not only for fighting you but for getting caught spray painting ‘fuck the black girl’ on the girl’s bathroom wall.

the police did question you about it, but you lied yourself out of it and covered up with your history of good grades and your clean record. you gave them the thought, ‘why would someone like her do something like that? she seems as if she wouldn’t even hurt a fly.’

everything was going well now, you made an actual friend, your relationship with yugyeom only got stronger, and no one even thought of bullying you anymore. no more bruises, scars or tears. life was lit.


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