seriously why are you always hiding that beautiful face in a studio

I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?

“Deal”

Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

Reasons why I love every SVT member

I have laughed AN D CRIED a lot because of this fine group. I’m sure many others can relate to that.
I would like to take some time to appreciate and note the members individually because they all deserve the world, thanks.
(Prepare yourselves, I wrote lots???? Like…. lots.

S.Coups:

Some might say that Seungcheol isn’t fit to be in charge of the group. Well let me tell ya baby boyz why he most certainly is. S. Coups naturally has that fatherly type of image. Like “dad of the year” award type of fatherly. There is something about him that influences others to feel protected. He genuinely cares for all of the members and keeps everyone’s emotions in line. It takes a special kind of person to do that. One incident that spoke volumes to me was how he handled “Seventeen Project.” He knew when things were starting to take a negative turn and he wasn’t afraid to voice his opinions. (In a calm and rational way). BOI I CRIED. Despite the put-together (and sometimes tough) image he projects, he’s a rather sensitive person. The reason why he’s so supportive is because he longs for support himself. I think being in Seventeen has made him feel a sense of belonging. The mans has done a wonderful job and he deserves respect. I don’t think there is anyone else meant to be leader.  

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♡ — au where yoongi is a rapper and a producer while jungkook is a music student trying to become a singer
(40/?) 


“THE PLAN” (aka make yoonkook real)

The whole thing was a setup.

Jungkook sensed it the moment they arrived at the studio and the others weren’t there, except for Jin, who had a blush creeping on his cheeks. He was putting some bowls full of food - that smelled amazing - on the table Namjoon usually used to put part of his Ryan collection that normally stays in the producer’s room. However the plushies were nowhere to be found.

“Ah! The others are arriving… in a couple of minutes… Yeah. Hm. ” He had said, looking all nervous. “I’ve gotta run, yeah, I think I forgot to turn the oven off back home, you guys know how I am, right?”

If he was trying to sound sincere, he was doing a poor job. Jungkook knew Jin. His cousin was a little lost and scatter-brained, but never - ever - in the kitchen. It was his sacred place, he would never do such thing as leaving his oven on to leak gas.

“Are you kidding me?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. He probably sensed that something was wrong too.

“Ahhh… I’ll be back in a few, boys! Bye!” He said, already closing the door behind him with his coat halfway up his arms. They then heard a soft click from the door being locked.

Jungkook sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who was taking off his coat and throwing himself on the leather couch.

“They’re up to something”

♡ ♡ ♡

“Well? Do you think they believed it?” Hoseok asked, while practically jumping in the back seat Jimin placed his hands on his hips and tried to settle Hoseok down but failed, as expected.

“Not for a second. Yoongi didn’t buy my excuse, but whatever. The important thing is that they’re together, and alone, with the best cooking in the world. Everything is going as we planned!” Jin said while closing the passenger side door, and leaning to give the driver (his boyfriend) a sweet peck on the lips. “Now we just have to wait until they contact us. I’m pretty sure that Yoongi will be calling to ask what’s going on soon enough.”

Namjoon started the car and left the front of the building where the Cypher Studio was located. Their plan was as simple as it could be. Make Yoongi and Jungkook believe they were all going to meet and celebrate the 3 year anniversary of the studio, pretend that something came up and leave the boys alone. Jin had made some of his best dishes, brought some wine and had the stereo ready to be activated from his phone, set to play some playlist that Taehyung swore on his life that it was romantic. He hoped so.

No one could stand Yoongi and Jungkook dancing around each other anymore, saying that they were friends, when everyone could feel their sexual tension from miles. But it wasn’t just that. They clearly had feelings for the other but they acted like it was nothing. They would spend all night talking, absorbed in their own little world when all of them were around. Their touch would linger way longer than friendly acceptable and they kept staring like they were reading the other’s mind. It was creepy but, at the same time, it was beautiful. Namjoon had known Yoongi for years and he never saw his friend like that, happy, giving so many smiles and taking care of himself. The boy driving the car was praying that everything would work out and his two friends would acknowledge their feelings so they could finally be together.

♡ ♡ ♡

GROUP CHAT

Yoongi:
Where are you guys?

Yoongi:
???

Yoongi:
???????????????

Jimin:
Oh, hey Hyung!

Yoongi:
Hey?? Where are you, brat?
You guys were supposed to be here
Kookie and I are waiting for 40 minutes
Aren’t you guys coming???!!!

Taehyung:
No

Yoongi:
What the fuck, Tae?
What do you mean by “no”??

Taehyung:
It means we’re not going!
Sorry, Hyung!

Yoongi:
I knew!
I knew you were all up to something
What’s going on?

Taehyung:
You’re a smart boy
You’ll figure it out

Hoseok:
Shut up, Tae
What he meant is
Why don’t you and Jungkook just enjoy the night?
Jin-hyung left some food and wine in the kitchen
You guys can talk
And enjoy the night…

Taehyung:
Smooth, Hobi-hyung

Yoongi:
I can’t believe this
Are you guys seriously playing matchmaker with us??

Jimin:
If this is what it takes
To make you guys realize you should be together
Then yes, we’re really playing matchmaker
Good night, Hyung!

♡ ♡ ♡

Groaning, Yoongi threw his phone on the couch and turned to look at Jungkook, who was sitting at the piano, softly touching the keys almost like he was afraid of the sound. He took his time staring at the boy. He was dressed like he always was; skinny jeans, a sweater that is clearly too big for him and the damn timberlands he insisted on using every freaking time. With his hair looking like a planned mess, in the strange yellow light of the studio, casually playing the piano, he looked like a model. Yoongi didn’t know how that was possible, how could the boy look like he was at a fashion shoot all the time. Like he knew that Yoongi was thinking about him, Jungkook turned around and smiled, showing his bunny teeth and closing his eyes.
Yoongi never stood a chance.

He should have known, from the beginning, since the day that Jin-hyung called to invite him to a special welcome dinner for his little cousin that was moving to Seoul to study music. The boy had a captivating personality and boyish smile. He looked like he was really naive and shy, but as soon as he was comfortable, he would become playful and touchy. He was smart and good at nearly everything. But, above all, Jungkook was passionate about music and that really did a number on Yoongi, himself being a music lover since he was little. And then, when he sang for the first time for the older, with a sweet voice that could reach amazing tones, apparently, it reached Yoongi’s heart too.

Maybe it was the long periods of time they spent together, maybe it was the way Jungkook was always up to eat tons of lamb skewers, or maybe it was the way that he seems to really get Yoongi understand him like no one else could. He knew when the older boy needed to chat about random things like new music equipment and anime, or when he just needed the company, just needed to know that Jungkook was there for him. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew he was too far gone, his feelings for the boy with the bunny smile too obvious to pretend they weren’t there.

Smiling back, Yoongi got up from the couch and headed to the piano, sitting with Jungkook.

“This is one of my favourite songs, and I never showed it to anyone… Until now” he heard Jungkook let a little-surprised sound before he started to play the notes he knew too well. “It’s called I Need U

♡ ♡ ♡

The song was a beautiful mix of delicate and melancholic, while still sounding a little happy.

Jungkook felt mesmerized every time he heard Yoongi playing and he allowed himself to really watch him. The older never looked so angelic as he looked when his fingers were sliding over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at his face and he had his eyes closed, looking so peaceful and… passionate. It was overwhelming and it felt like Yoongi was showing his soul. Jungkook felt warm inside. Looking at Yoongi’s face and hearing the song felt like it was too much. This was, probably, the most beautiful scene Jungkook has ever seen. Even if it wasn’t the first time he listened to him playing, he still needed to catch a breath.

It was like every time he was with Yoongi, he had to force himself to breathe. He would constantly catch himself staring at the pianist, getting lost in his moonlight-kissed skin, his lazy eyes and his lips, that looked oh-so-soft, that these days seemed to be a constant theme in his dreams… And before he noticed, his face was almost purple, both from embarrassment and for the lack of oxygen.

When the music came to an end, the notes slowing fading, it was like the melody still remained in the air. Yoongi took a breath, his hands still ghosting over the keys , like he refused to part ways.

Like it was the most natural thing to do, Jungkook slowly took his hand to the piano, his fingers brushing onto Yoongi’s and softly caressed them, like some sort of “thank you” for the song. The boy felt like the warmth he was feeling inside was spreading through his whole body, contrasting with Yoongi’s cold hand.

“Jungkook-ah…” His name sounded like a breath, a whisper.

He waited for the older boy to complete the sentence but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand, their fingers intertwining into a loose grip. Jungkook felt Yoongi’s thumb slowly move like he was drawing something on the back of the boy’s hand.

It felt oddly normal to stay like this, even though they had never held hands this way before. Sure, they touched each other’s hands once or twice but it never felt like this. So personal, so meaningful. It felt right.

Jungkook already had some plans in his mind, about how to approach Yoongi and tell him about his feelings, maybe ask him on a date or at least make his intentions a little more clear, but while holding the older boy’s hand, he figured this was as good time as any.

“Hyung, I…” his voice cracked a little, He couldn’t hide how nervous he was feeling, even if he tried. Hearing his name, Yoongi looked at Jungkook, their hands never parting.

While gazing into Yoongi’s eyes, it was hard to get his month to work and say the words he wanted to say for so long, to ask for the things he craved so much, things that made him lose countless hours of sleep. But Jungkook couldn’t and wouldn’t let this chance slip away.

“Hyung, can I kiss you?”

Yoongi blinked a few times but didn’t seem like he was shocked, as Jungkook had imagined he would be. He just kept staring at the boy, like he was seeing into his soul, until he let a hard breath leave his lungs, his voice sounding a little strange. Almost desperate.

“God, Jungkook-ah… Just… Yes. Yes, please.”

And as soon as Yoongi said the words, Jungkook moved closer, their face mere inches from each other. Yoongi’s hot breath brushed against Jungkook’s face and both held each other’s gaze, like repeating the question, just to be sure. They were so close, their noses almost touching , when Jungkook finally gave in and closed the distance between them.

The young boy couldn’t help but let out a little whisper, as soon as he realised that yes, Yoongi’s lips were just as soft as they looked. Maybe more. Jungkook felt that his fingers were no longer intertwined with Yoongi’s, but soon enough he found out why because he felt the pianist grab his sweater and pull their bodies even closer, their lips never parting.

Yoongi pressed his lips against Jungkook’s, softly, before tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his tongue. He let go of the boy’s sweater, just to let his hands move to the back of his neck. Jungkook reacted taking his hands all the way to Yoongi’s hips and holding him in the place like he was afraid of the older boy leaving. Even in the awkward position, they kept kissing and breathing on each other’s lips, their tongues slowly touching every now and then. Jungkook craved for Yoongi’s lips, like he never wanted anything in his life. He tasted like coffee and warmth, and Jungkook felt addicted, a sound of contentment leaving his lips without him noticing.

They broke the kiss reluctantly to catch a proper breath, feeling like they had been kissing for hours, but their bodies remained close. Their lips were still touching when Jungkook murmured on the other’s lips.

“Kiss me again. Please kiss me again”

Yoongi didn’t have to be asked twice, kissing the boy with desperation, all the want and longing he had felt for so long finally being paid, with their lips locked together and their tongues caressing the other. It felt like heaven and Jungkook was feeling dizzy from happiness and want, a shiver running through his body like there were sparks dancing all the way down his spine.

Nothing had ever felt this good.
Happy With You (Jimin x Reader)

Genre : fluff, a very bit of angst, mention of smut

Summary : you just knew that you were pregnant and you were worried on how your husband, Jimin, would react to it.

You were still sitting on the floor of the bathroom, you have been for 15 minutes, just staring at the pregnancy test on your left hand and your phone on your right hand, a calendar in front of you showing how many days you have been late for your period. Your mind was racing, thinking about hundreds of scenarios of what would happen next, some are good some are bad.

“You know, you should probably call him.” Your bestfriend said to you from the bed you and Jimin shared, eating potato chips so casually like this wasn’t a big deal.

“I don’t know what to say,” you said, still staring at the test that said that you were indeed having a baby growing inside you.

Your bestfriend rolled her eyes, “Maybe a ‘Hey, honey, guess what, you’re going to be a father!’ would be great. That was what I said to my husband and he was ecstatic.”

You finally moved to rest your head on the bathroom door behind you and sighed, “I mean, it’s not like we haven’t talk about kids before. Jimin have said he wanted to, but I don’t think it would be just 6 months after we got married.”

“So what? I got pregnant 2 months after I got married to Namjoon, and we’re gonna have another one just around a year after our first baby. Trust me, it’s okay.” she said while patting her huge belly.

And now you finally, finally, stood up and moved to the bed, flopping yourself on top of it and stared at the ceiling, “Remembering how your vigorous sex life is, I don’t think Namjoon would be surprised if you get knocked up so fast.”

Your bestfriend raised her brows, “Isn’t you two’s sex life vigorous too? I remembered hearing weird noises from Jimin’s studio, or that time when the two of you made that parked car looked like it was jumping up and down, or when you two came out from the practice room and had the whole mirrors fogged up, or–”

“Stop it!” You snapped, your cheeks heating up so bad while you tried to hide your embarrasses smile.

“Oh honey, the list goes on and on,” she winked.

You shot up from the bed and looked at your bestfriend, “And it’s creepy how you were always the one to know about it and saw us after. Don’t tell me that’s your kink, please.”

She shrugged, throwing a potato chip to her mouth, “That’s not my kink, you and Jimin just do it everywhere. I’m sure the other members know about it too.”

You groaned and fell back to the bed, “Oh fuck me. Now I know why they always shake their eyebrows at me whenever I am with Jimin.”

Your bestfriend probably sensed your stress and anxiety because she put down her potato chips and started to look at you seriously, “Listen, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re both married, that is not unusual. And honey, about this pregnancy thing, trust me it would be okay. Jimin loves you so much. I know he’s going to love the baby even before it is born, and he’s going to love the baby more after the baby is born. If you’re worried about Jimin being an idol and wouldn’t want to have a baby to disturb his schedule, it’s not true. Look at Namjoon and I, and our babygirl, I know he’s an idol but he’s also a human, he wants to have a private life where he can build a family, and I trust Jimin to have that kind of feeling too. Don’t worry so much, it’s not good for the baby. Okay?”

Your bestfriend who usually joke around seemed so serious and sincere you actually felt like crying. And you did, so she hugged you for a long time.

When you finally stopped crying, she got up and said, “Now, make that phone call to Jimin. And just try not to worry too much. I’ll leave you guys to it because I’m actually craving nachos now, probably going to crash on Namjoon’s writing time after all.”

Still hiccuping you nodded and thanked your bestfriend for everything. She left you on your apartment alone.

Now, about that phone call…

You took a deep breath and just started to call your husband before you changed your mind. It actually wasn’t a good idea because you still sounded like you just finished crying because the moment Jimin answered your call and heard you, he said “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Hearing his soft voice you loved so much made you start crying again. You didn’t know how you were going to survive this pregnancy because you were already so sensitive about everything.

You heard him stood up abruptly, Jimin was probably taking a rest from a dance practice and now you kinda feel bad about disturbing him. “Y/N, you’re scaring me, what is it?” you could hear the worry in his voice and you cried harder.

“I… I–I–I,” you started but you just couldn’t say anything more.

“That’s it, I’m going home. I’ll be there in 5 minutes,” Jimin said in a rush, you could hear him taking his car keys and the other members asking him what’s going on.

“N–no it’s fine, I–I’m f-fine.” You hiccuped again.

“Baby, you don’t sound fine and it’s scaring me so much,” he sound exasperated and worried, “I’m going home okay, I’m on my way. Don’t turn off the phone until I get there, okay?”

You didn’t know why you just couldn’t say it to him and saved him from being worried. So you just said, “O-okay. I lo-ove you, Jiminie.”

Jimin sighed from the other line, “I know, honey. I love you too. So much. Now stop crying, okay? I’m almost there.”

The whole way he kept telling you how much he loved you and how everything was going to be okay even when he still didn’t know why you were crying.

You were still on the bed in your and Jimin’s bedroom when he found you and kneeled in front of you on the bed.

“Hey baby, hey hey,” he kissed you softly on the mouth repeatedly and brushed your hair back, trying to calm you down, “Stop crying, it’s okay. I’m here now, tell me what’s wrong. You’re worrying me. Are you hurt?”

Jimin looked at you straight to your eyes and suddenly you were taken back to the time you first saw him and how everything inside of you just yearned for him. You remembered seeing his first smile and thought about how beautiful it was and how it made you happy too, just seeing his smile. Those crinkles on the edges of his eyes when he laughed and how his eyes sparkled. That crooked tooth of his that made you think of him as perfection. And again, those brown eyes of his that held so many emotions and words that cannot be said, the love from him to you. Now it filled with worry.

You still couldn’t find your voice so you shook your head first. “I-I’m not h-hurt.”

“Then tell me why you’re crying, baby, so I can take care of you.”

Still looking into his beautiful eyes, you decided to just showed him the pregnancy test that was still in your grip. You were a bit surprised he didn’t noticed, he was THAT worried.

He furrowed his eyebrows at first when he saw it, still haven’t understood what was happening. But after he looked at it more, he started to look back at you slowly. His face was unreadable.

Scared was an understatement with what you were feeling right now.

“You’re.. You’re pregnant?” Jimin finally said.

You gave him a little smile and nodded, still unsure.

“But… But… But how?” Jimin asked but looked like he wanted to smack himself, “I mean, I know how because I was inside of you so many times,” you blushed furiously, “But how… I mean, why are you crying then? Aren’t you happy?”

You looked hopefully at him, “Are you, Jiminie?”

He looked shockingly at you, “Of course I’m happy! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m going to be a father.” After he said it once it was as if it finally clicked and suddenly a huge smile appeared on his face. “I’m going to be a father! A father, Y/N!! And you’re going to be a mother!!! Oh my God! Y/N, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!” he exclaimed while kissing you repeatedly, bringing you down to the bed with him and turned you so you were under him, careful not to crush you with his weight. You couldn’t help but giggle, suddenly it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders.

He was still kissing you until finally he stopped and furrowed his eyebrows, “But why are you crying? Aren’t you happy? You still haven’t answered my questions.”

“Of course I’m happy. I’m just……worried.”

“Why?”

After seeing his reaction, you felt kinda bad for telling him this. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want the baby.”

But rather than being mad at you for expecting the worst of him, he just said, “Oh honey, did I give that kind of feeling? I’m so sorry. Of course I want the baby. I want us to start a family.”

“I’m sorry too, Jiminie.”

“It’s okay, Y/N, I understand. With me being busy might make you think that, but trust me, I want it so much. I just haven’t had the time to talk about it with you, and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for making you worried.”

“I’m sorry for making you worried too.”

“I’m sorry for making you worried about me worrying you.” Now he was being ridiculous.

You chuckled, finally stopped crying entirely. “We might ended up fighting about who apologized the most by the end of the night.”

Jimin threw his head back and laughed, making you smile and your heart to fluttered. And then he turned serious, “No, honey, we might ended up tangled in each other by the end of the night, completely sated and happy, after a celebration I’m going to give you.” Jimin started trailing kisses from your mouth to your neck. Caressing you with both of his warm hands and unbuttoning your pajamas, leaving you in your bra and panties.

You were getting hot when you thought of something, “Wait, you really want to start this family right? It’s not too soon?”

Jimin looked up from your neck, “Yes and no. I know we’re young but I really want to start a family with you. And I feel like you’re going to be a great mother.”

“And I feel like you’re going to be a great father.” You smiled lovingly to him.

He started to continue what he was doing when you stopped him again, “Wait, shouldn’t we call our parents? And maybe inform your other members because they’re probably worried why you just left the practice room earlier?”

“We’ll tell our parents tomorrow. And don’t worry about the other members.”

“But–” you were just about to say that the other members might call him soon to ask about it when Jimin’s phone rang.

Jimin was still caressing you and touching you passionately when he answered the call, you couldn’t really concentrate on what they were saying because Jimin just caressed that spot under your breast you loved so much.

On the phone, Tae said, “Hey Jiminie, everything alright?”

“Everything is perfect. Y/N is pregnant,” Jimin answered hurriedly, his other hand still touching that part you loved, you couldn’t helped but moaned out loud. “Now we’re in the middle of something. Bye.” Jimin shut off the phone call.

He was just starting to kiss you again when his phone rang once more. He thought of ignoring it, but knew if it was one of the members, they won’t stop calling until one of you answered.

Jimin answered on the 5th ring, heard the excited sound of the members screaming “CONGRATULATIONS!!!” so loud you could also hear it, and then they shut it off right after, leaving you and Jimin dumbfounded.

Jimin chuckled, “They’re crazy.”

You also chuckled but immediately turned into a moan when Jimin’s mouth moved to your breast.

“I can’t wait to have little you and I’s running around the house,” he said between pleasuring you.

“I can’t wait too. I love you.”

“I love you too. So much. And thank you for giving me happiness, Y/N.”

And then let’s just say, by the end of that night, Jimin fulfilled his promise to you.

Solo

Jay Park x Reader

Fluff

Words - 1,130


                              “It’s alright, I just hope you’re single girl
                    Aladdin and Jasmine I’ll show you a whole new world
                                  Get on top of the magic carpet girl
                   Don’t worry, follow me baby, I have a lot to show you
                                   I don’t think I’m being blindly rash
                            I don’t know your name baby but I love you
                           Nothing on you I just wanna know yo name”


Jay sipped his drink as he surveyed the crowded club from his seat in the VIP section. Ignoring his friends (not on purpose of course, he just had a tendency to zone out sometimes), he watched the people dancing and grinding up against each other to the pounding beat of the music. He could feel the oncomings of a headache due to the strobe lights and deafening music, so he excused himself and headed to the bar where it seemed a bit quieter. Upon reaching it, his eyes fell on quite possibly the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen: You.

You were tired and hungry, which in turn made you grumpy and unfriendly. You didn’t enjoy your bartending job, but it paid excellent money and you needed it to pay off rent, bills and student loans. You didn’t mind making drinks (that was rather interesting actually), you just didn’t like dealing with drunk people. You didn’t even drink much yourself. What can you say - you needed the money.

You looked up as someone sat down right in front of you and raised an eyebrow at the tattooed man. “What can I get for you?” You asked, trying to keep your voice from sounding cold.

“Your name and number please.” The guy sent you a dazzling smile while you held back a cringe. You closed your eyes for a few seconds and let out a long sigh. You were not in the mood to deal with cheesy lines from random guys.

“What drink can I get you?” You elaborated, not hiding how unimpressed you were at his unoriginal comment.

“Just some water for the moment, thank you.” He smiled kindly this time and you couldn’t deny it; he was attractive. Very attractive. But he didn’t make a great first impression so it wasn’t looking good for him if you were being honest. You got his drink quickly and placed it in front of him. “I’m Jay, what’s your name?” He asked before you could leave.

“I don’t see how that’s really important.” You replied and went to serve someone else. Jay stared after you, a smirk on his lips. He liked you. Unlike most of the girls in the club, you weren’t trying to impress him or get with him. You didn’t seem interested at all, and that drew him in. It was a cliche thing, him wanting you because you didn’t want him and all that. He knew that, but you were too beautiful to let go so easily. He really really hoped you were single. He downed his water quickly before calling you over to order another one.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” He tried.

“No, and I think people who do are naive and stupid.” You didn’t even look at him before leaving him again. Jay was shocked; you’d shut him down immediately. That had never happened to him before, but he kind of liked it.

He watched you as you served people and how you interacted with the other bartenders. You were clearly exhausted and needed a break, but you kept working and tried to maintain the friendly smile on your face. Jay admired that, how you kept going even though he thought you might fall asleep making someone’s piña colada. A soft smile crept onto his face as he saw you rubbing your eyes cutely like a child, your nose scrunched slightly. He also couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he caught you glancing around for your coworkers before stuffing pretzels into your mouth.

He continued attempting to impress you, even flashing his expensive watch at one point which made you scowl and say “Do I look like a gold digger to you?”. He had denied it immediately, then given up on water and ordered alcohol instead, needing some liquid encouragement.

You placed another drink in front of him and decided to take pity on the man who was trying so desperately to flirt with you. “Listen, Jay.” You sighed, leaning against the bar. He watched you with wide, hopeful eyes. You felt sorry for him. “What are you trying to get out of this?” You decided to bite the bullet and ask him straight out.

“Uh, what?” He frowned slightly, confused.

“Well, do you want a date? A relationship? Or just a hook up?”

“Oh!” He perked up and smiled happily. “A date. You’re beautiful and I’d really like to take you out and get to know you.” Jay’s reply made you smile slightly. He seemed genuine and a lot nicer than all the other guys that hit on you on a regular basis. He’d also lasted a lot longer than all the others, who usually gave up after the first try. Jay saw the little smile on your face and tried to contain a grin - did that mean you were finally giving him a chance?

“Where would we go on this hypothetical date?” You asked, leaning your elbows on the bar top and resting your head in your hands.

“Well, we could always get coffee?”

You shook your head with a smile, “I don’t like coffee.”

“How about the movies?”

“Possibly, but then you wouldn’t be able to get to know me.” A teasing pout plumped your lips up and Jay had to force himself to look away from them.

“We could go to a restaurant?”

“Hmm, that’s too formal. I’d feel awkward.”

“You like making things difficult for me, don’t you?” Jay asked with a chuckle. You giggled, nodding.

“I do. Think out of the box Jay, let’s do something different!” You smiled, making him smile too. He couldn’t help but stare at you, your smile made you even prettier - he hadn’t thought that was possible.

“Why don’t I show you where I work?” He suggested. You tilted your head to the side questioningly.

“Where you work? What do you do?”

“I’m a singer and producer. I could show you my studio, maybe some of my music?”

“Seriously?” You asked and he nodded. “That’s so cool! I’d love to, if you’re sure it’s okay?”

“Of course.” He smiled. You liked his real smile, it was cute.

“Well,” you straightened up. “I should get back to work.”

“Wait! Can I have your name and number now?” You nodded, grabbing his napkin and the pen in your pocket before writing your number down. You slid it across to him and he grinned. “What about your name?”

“It’s Y/N.” You couldn’t help the groan that left your lips at his next words. You turned and left without another word, hiding the grin that formed on your face upon hearing his laughter at his own comment.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”


A/N ~ I hope you enjoyed! Feedback’s always welcomed

Velvet Rolex

Yoongi x Hoseok
Top!Yoongi
Semi power-bottom!Hoseok
Smut

“I love I love I love myself
I love I love I love myself
I know I know I know myself
Ya playa haters you should love yourself
Brr”

As the lights went down hoseok’s smile turned into a smirk as he saw Yoongi shifting uncomfortably, his pants tenting slightly. Hoseok couldn’t help but wet his lips. As they ran off stage, quickly dipping down under the platform to get changed, hoseok slapped yoongis ass really hard making the elder yelp. Yoongi caught Hoseok’s wrist and spun him so he faced the wall and then pushed him up against it. Hoseok moaned deep, catching the attention of their leader.


“Keep it to your own time yeah? We got a show to perform.” Namjoon laughed, turning to look at them briefly before continuing on down under the stage to the dressing room. The two nodded but as Hoseok went to move, Yoongi’s grip tightened. He leant down and kissed he light haired boys neck with a possessiveness that got his stomach fluttering.

“You’re so fucking hot in this velvet jacket, I wanna ride you so fucking hard. Make you lose that Rolex in my ass..” Hoseok moaned, slowly grinding ass against the elders crotch.

Yoongi hummed appreciatively then he put his hands on Hoseok’s hips and stopped him. The whine that left the light haired boys mouth nearly made Yoongi fuck him there and then, but they had more to perform.

“Come on, you can’t have what you want now. That’s your punishment for that smack baby, so not now. I promise if you’re good I’ll treat you later.” Yoongi kissed his forehead and then took him down the scaffolding to the changing room.

“You better.”

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They were cleaning up the stage after a wild night of performances. They always cleaned the stage after, kept them humble as Namjoon had put it. Jungkook and Jimin were basically collecting confetti to throw at eachother and being no help at all. Tae and Jin had already gone for “beauty sleep” as Jin explained. Namjoon had been called into a meeting with the studio to go over the nights successes as usual leaving Yoongi to supervise the maknaes.

“Seriously what are you doing? You’re no help at all, we’ll be here all night!” Yoongi threw his hands in the air in frustration as the youngers simply responded by throwing confetti at him.

“Aww hyung, are you sad because you’re missing sleepy time?” Jimin teased, slightly hiding behind Jungkook who was smiling wide.

“Why you little-”

“Hyung!”

Yoongi turned to see Hoseok walking towards him with a box in his arms. He was wearing his velvet coat from the earlier Cypher performance. Weird.

“What’s all this?” Yoongi asked, trying to look inside the box.


“Oh no! This is for later.” Hoseok moved the box out of Yoongi’s reach and winked. Hoseok walked over to the maknaes who had returned to throwing confetti at eachother. “Ya! Go home, we’ve got this.”

“Do we?!” Yoongi exclaimed, his face turning red.

Hoseok just looked over his shoulder and winked again.

“Yayayayay!! Bye hyungs!! Lets go have some fun!!“Jimin skipped off stage, dragging Jungkook with him. Jungkook slapped his ass, the smack echoing throughout the auditorium, his famous cackle following, Jimins moany giggle lingering as they left.

Until he was sure they were gone Hoseok didn’t say a word and Yoongi was too angry to even form a sentence so for the first time tonight silence filled the auditorium.

Hoseok bending down to put the box on the floor shook Yoongi from his rage trance. "What the fuck Hobi?!? Do you know how long it will take us to clean all this by ourselves?!?” His vision was blurring he was so mad. He covered his eyes with his hands and screamed into them. He felt something grab his ass and moved his hands to look but was stopped

“Keep them covered until I’m ready.” Hobi growled into his ear. Mm Hobi wanted to play it seemed.

Yoongi just nodded and kept his hands where they were, enjoying being manhandled by his lover.

He felt fingers undoing his jeans and yanking them down his legs until they came off completely.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He felt the hem of his shirt being pulled up his stomach and knew to lift his arms to allow Hobi to pull it off him. What he didn’t expect was the feeling of something else being put over him. A jacket of some kind? Oh.. it was his cypher jacket too. What is he up to… Hobi hung chains around Yoongis neck and the cold metal made him shiver, so cold it burnt.

He felt Hobi mouth at his clothed cock and his eyes flew open. When Yoongi looked down, he saw an equally undressed Hoseok moaning into his crotch. His eyes were looking up at the elders through pink tinted round glasses, his smirk pressing into Yoongi’s hardening dick.

“Fuck.” Yoongi bit his lip and slowly rolled his hips into the light haired’s face. “Mmm I love it when you’re like this kitten.” Hoseok just moaned in response, he felt Yoongi snake his hands into his hair, slowly massaging whilst also pressing him closer. “Moaning at my cock, so beautiful.”

“Mmm only for you, baby.” Hoseok whined. He brought his hands up to Yoongis ass and squeezed hard, making Yoongi buck his hips further into his face. Hoseok grabbed the hem of his boxers and started to peel them down his legs letting the elders dick spring free and hit him in the face with a wet slap. He expertly caught it in his mouth and took him in all at once, hitting his throat and triggering that gag reflex Yoongi loved so much. Hoseok kept gagging, kept coating his dick in saliva so he could relax his throat and move Yoongi to start fucking his mouth.

“You want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours? Such a slut for my cock. Such a slut for any cock I bet.” Yoongi started thrusting fast and harsh in and out of hoseoks mouth,, the younger had to steady himself holding onto Yoongis thighs. “I see the way you look at the others. Jungkook especially,, you want his dick in your pretty mouth don’t you?!” He laughed deep in his throat whilst bottoming out in hoseoks mouth. “Ah you’d look so hot stretched over his perky cock. Mm maybe I’ll let him fuck you one day.” Hoseok moaned deep in approval, drool falling down his neck. “Wait,” Yoongi grabbed a fistful of hoseoks hair and pulled his dick out of his mouth, rubbing it against his lips slightly. He leant down slowly to pant into Hoseoks ear. “Get on your back.” He kissed his ear before harshly shoving him to the floor where he sprawled against the stage,, his dick leaking through his boxers. Yoongi knelt down to straddle him but Hoseok had other ideas. He pushed the elder onto his back and quickly wrapped his legs around him and started to grind down hard.

“I wanna ride you tonight,, so fucking hard you’ll forget how to breathe.” Hoseok whined,, dick visibly twitching in his pants as his rubbed his ass into yoongis dick.


“Mm it’s all there for you baby. No one stopping you.” He smirked, resting back against his elbows and looking up at his lover with lust drooped eyes. Hoseok smirked and reached into his own underwear, stroking his dick into full hardness. “So fucking pretty, princess.” Yoongi went to stroke his hands up Hobi’s thighs but fell back against the stage. Hoseok chuckled and reached over him to get the box he brought earlier and pulled out lube towels and pillows. Yoongi laughed deep in his throat. “So prepared,, a man after my own heart.” He smiled lovingly.

“Shut up.” Hobi laughed and placed a pillow behind Yoongi and set the towels and lube down by the side of them. “Better?”

Yoongi reached out and stroked hobi’s thighs. “Mmm much better.” Yoongi pulled on hoseoks purple jacket to bring him closer. He kissed him, their mouths connecting in sloppy careless kisses as Hoseok started to grind once again. Yoongi grabbed his hips and guided him, making him go harder and deeper with each thrust. “Shit you’re so hot. Can you cum like this..?”

“I can’t try..”

“There’s a good boy,,” Yoongi leant into his ear. “I’ll fuck you real good if you can do it princess.” He chuckled as he felt Hoseok speed up.

Hoseok sat a little further back on yoongis lap so their dicks were grinding against eachother. He tore his underwear away, releasing his hard leaking cock. Wet noises and moans filled the auditorium as Hoseok brought himself closer to climax,, grinding down hard and fast, his hips blurring they were going at such a speed.

“Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.” His lovers words were all Hoseok needed to spill all over yoongis chest, slashing up to his neck and even leaving drops on the elders lip. As Hoseok caught his breath Yoongi licked his tongue slowly across his lip. Lapping up the cum that had spilt there. “You taste better each time.” Hoseok just smiled breathlessly and moved to grab a towel,,yoongis hand flew out and captured his arm. Hobi looked at him in absolute confusion. “Lick it up. You made this mess,,you clean it.” Yoongi smirked, loving the way Hobi shivered at the command.

Hoseok was too entranced to move, the thought of licking his own cum made him feel so dirty but so hot. The fat slap against his dick soon brought him out of it, and the harsh tug of his balls made him start licking his cum up faster than ever.

The feeling of Hoseok’s tongue against his skin made his muscles jump and jerk underneath his touch. Hobi swirled his tongue, slowly bringing his mouth to meet yoongis. When it did, their teeth clashed and tongues whirled, hands frantically groping squeezing and smacking anything they could get ahold of. The elder reached over and squirted some lube onto his fingers. Yoongi’s finger pushed into hobi’s hole, harshly thrusting in and out as Hoseok writhed against his palm. Two, three fingers in and Hoseok couldn’t wait any longer.


“L-let me ride you..” he whined.

“What was that sweetheart?” Yoongi teased.

“P-please l-let me fu-fuck you ohh.” His head fell down onto yoongis shoulder as he felt another high approaching.

Yoongi pulled his fingers out leaving him empty. “Of course baby, it’s all for you.”

Hoseok sighed loudly as he lowered himself onto the elders painfully hard cock,, letting himself adjust to the size before grinding his hips in circles. Yoongis mouth opened to form an ‘o’ as Hobi started to rock up and down fast, faster and faster. Hoseok impaled himself on yoongi’s thick cock as much as he could, leaning forward to press kisses against the base of his lovers throat as he found a new angle to grind against.

Just as Hobi found his sweet spot Yoongi grabbed his hips. “That’s enough of that.” He pushed the younger away so that his dick fell out of him. Yoongi moved the pillow that was behind him to set it down next to him. Hoseok was dizzy from the fucking and now confused more than ever. Yoongi pushed him down into the pillows, face pressing against the stage floor. He straddled hobi’s legs and pulled up his cypher jacket till it exposed his creamy ass. Hobi moaned into the floor as Yoongi smacked his cheeks hard. “So.” Slap. “Fucking.” Slap. “Pretty.” Slap. He massaged his lovers reddening cheeks and then remembered something. “You’ve been a good boy baby. I think you deserve a treat don’t you.”


“Ahh yes oh yes I’ve been so good so good.” He whined and cried, his breath fogging up the shiny stage.

“Mmm.” Yoongi moved away from Hoseok, spreading his legs apart so he could crawl in between them. He spread hobi’s cheeks and licked up the middle of them making Hoseok scream. Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk against his hole as he pushed his tongue in and sucked on the rim. He shoved in two fingers and loved the way Hoseok clenched around him. Yoongi slapped down on one cheek and bit the other as his fingers still trust relentlessly.

“Stop,, I can’t take anymore fuck me please. Ahh fuck me. I need you dick,,..ahh pleAse.” His whined made yoongi’s dick leak even more than before. With a quick shuffling of his knees Yoongi slammed into Hoseok, pounding at harsh never ending pace. Skin slapping skin filled the auditorium and echoed in their ears. Yoongi grabbed both of hoseok’s wrists and pinned them behind his back, making him arch uncontrollably. At this new angle,, Yoongi was hitting the spot with every thrust leaving Hoseok mewling on the floor. The younger came for the second time all over the stage, the white ropes spilling out thick and fast.

“Fuck.” Yoongi gasped as he found his high, cumming into hobi’s ass, filling him to the brim.

As Yoongi caught his breath, he went to pull out. “No! Wait..” Hobi screamed, once again reaching for the box he brought. He pulled out a crystal plug, a purple gem on the end. “Okay,, I’m ready.” Yoongi chuckled as he pulled out and watched fascinated as Hoseok quickly pushed the plug back in himself, only losing a small drop of cum.

Hoseok looked back to see Yoongi biting his lip, eyes fixed on the gem in his ass. “Sexy right? I thought it went with my jacket..” he smiled.


“Mmm, yeah baby. So fucking sexy. Make sure you keep it in. I’m not done with you for tonight.”

Lost Time

Can you do a Lynn smut where you’re Brian’ sister and she’s super into you and you’re really shy and she manages to get your o tell her you like her? And maybe the smut is really slow and sweet? Thanks, and I love your blog so much by the way! 💖

Hope this is to your liking, anon. And thanks again for your kind words :’)

Originally posted by sempiternalemo


“Oh shit. I literally left my bass at the studio. My whole bass. Who does that? It was the one thing I needed. It would have been more helpful to have left my body there than to have forgotten it. Damn it. Y/N, are you cool to wait here with Lyndsey? I’m probably going to be like two hours. Traffic. Who I am as a person, you know.” You listened to your brother ramble as he scooted around your old bedroom. You’d driven up to see him and the band, but mostly him. You struggled to spend any time with Lynn even when there were another 10 people in the room. And now Brian was suggesting -  telling you that you were going to be subject to two whole hours in each other’s company. Alone. The thought alone made you want to crawl inside of yourself and never come out.
“Wait, she’s the only one here? What about Alex and Justin? Or Matt? Or anyone..” You tried not to sound too pathetic, glaring at Brian as he beamed at you.

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member- yoongi

genre- fluff, au

words- 2, 184

summary- “I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I painted you?” blind!yoongi  

a/n- this is my first ever scenario here on tumblr, so i hope you enjoy this!

Originally posted by exostopexono

You see him all the time. Whether it’s hanging out on the far side of the campus green with his friends- which is coincidentally right by the college’s art studio- or sitting silently in the back of your late night psychology class. He’s everywhere you look, and you know that you shouldn’t let yourself feel more than a tiny crush for him, but you just can’t help it. 

You notice details about him. It’s what you do, being an artist and all. You notice the way his hair shines in the afternoon sun, and the way he uses his hands to feel everything so intricately. It makes you stare in awe as he runs his long, slim fingers run over grooves and bumps on objects as he recognizes what they are. You notice the way he was gentle and careful with everything he does, and the way he doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Everything about him was beautiful.

And that’s precisely how you ended up where you were now. 

“C'mon, Y/N, you can do it,” you said under your breath. Just ten feet away from you stood Min Yoongi, the boy you had the biggest crush on. He was standing in the cafeteria line with his one of his younger friends, and they were laughing about something. You were trying to work up the courage and ask him a simple question- “Can I paint you for an art project?” But you could not get yourself to take the few steps over to him. 

You paid for your meal in advance and grabbed a plate, walking into the self-serve dining area. Just  moments before, Yoongi and his friend had entered the area, and you knew now was your time to catch him when he’s not busy or surrounded by a lot of people. After scanning the room, you spot him by the pizza bar, going by his memory to grab a few slices of pepperoni. You notice his friend isn’t far away and he’s alone. You suck in a breath. It’s now or never.
Your feet take you to your destination while your brain tries to conjure up a way to ask him to be your model without sounding creepy or stupid. If only you had a mutual friend, or someone…

“Whoa, watch out,” a voice suddenly says and you shake your head to make your brain focus on reality. Standing right in front of you, looking a bit irritated, is Yoongi. You guess you had subconsciously walked all the way to him…and by all the way, you mean all the way. His plate full of food is now on the ground and he’s frowning. 

“Oh my God, ah, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, shit,” you ramble out quickly, immediately dropping to pick up the plate and pizza. Your hands are shaking as you set his plate with the dirty food onto a nearby bar. “Here, have my plate, I haven’t used it yet. I-I wasn’t going to use it at all, actually, so y-you can have it.“ 

He doesn’t make any action to reach up and take your plate, but instead crosses his arms. “Why did you come to the cafeteria if you weren’t going to get food?" 

You twist your hands nervously. "Well, I needed to ask someone…uh, well, you, a question. But, it’s okay, nevermind. Uh, sorry-" 

"What’s your name?” he asks suddenly. You’re sure you look like a freak currently, but then again, Min Yoongi was asking for your name. 

“Y/N. My name is Y/N,” you tell him shyly and he nods. 

“You’re in my psychology class, right?” You nod, but then realize that can’t see you and instead squeak out a yes. He smirks. “Okay, now I’ve asked you a total of three questions so you can ask me one back." 

"Uh, okay.” You take a deep breath. “So, basically, I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I painted you?” you blurt out quickly, immediately putting your head in your hands. “Wait, I mean, it’s for my semester project, and  I have to do a portrait and I just-”

“Okay,” he says. 

You look up while raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Okay?" 

"Okay, you can paint me. Just tell me when and where,” he replied and pulled out a phone from his back pocket. 

“Really? Oh my God, thank you so much! And, uhm, I have a spot reserved at the art studio reserved for Saturday at three. You don’t have classes do you?” You pull out your phone as well as he types in your answer and has it read it back to him. 

“Nope, I’m free. I’ll see you then, Y/N,” he says as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He begins to walk away, but you grab his arm gently, which makes him jump a little and stop. 

“Wait, seriously, take my plate. I didn’t mean to knock yours down,” you tell him and push your empty plate into his hand. He smiles ever so slightly and grips it.

“Thanks. I’ll see you Friday.” With that, he walks back in the direction he came from where his friend is now walking towards him while stealing glances at you. You blush and grab his previous plate and put it on the cleaning rotation. You walk out of the cafeteria with a huge smile on your face.

You’ll have Min Yoongi all to yourself for two hours on Saturday, and you couldn’t be more excited.

***


You’re a nervous wreck by the time Saturday rolls by. You had splurged and purchased some more expensive paint than the school offered you and you had made a long playlist that had a lot of your favorite songs you liked to listen to while painting. You had even done your hair nicely, even though he would never see it. It was more of a personal confidence boost, anyway. 

When the clock strikes three, you get nervous. It’s irrational, but you automatically think that he isn’t coming. You’re absolutely relived when the door opens five minutes later and Yoongi walks in, being directed by another one of his friends. He thanks them and they leave after giving him a pat on the back. You smile and approach him. “Hi,” you greet. 

“Hey.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and awkwardly sways back and forth. “So, what do you need me to do?”

“Oh yeah!” You go over and prep his seat a little before rushing back over to him. “I’m just going to direct you to this seat over here, is that okay?” He nods and you take a hold on his forearm. You lead him to the loveseat and tell him it’s okay to sit down. He does as you say and then looks up in your general direction. 

“What do I actually need to do? Do I pose?” he asks you. 

“No, just sit there and act natural. I’ll try to talk to you some so you don’t get too bored. But I do have some music playing so maybe it won’t be too bad,” you answer and he nods, leaning back a little.

You take a seat at your canvas and take a deep breath. He looks gorgeous, as always. He somehow made a plain white t-shirt look designer, and you had to fight the urge to kiss his perfect pink lips that always seemed to be turned up into a tiny smirk. The way the light filtered through the huge art studio made him look ethereal. It reflected off his skin and captured his wonderful blonde hair in the beams, making him look the Greek God Apollo himself. You honestly couldn’t believe you were going to paint him.

You sit in silence for a little bit while you outline and test colors.  You keep stealing glances as you begin to paint him to your best ability. You can feel yourself blushing from looking at him so many times. Thank God he couldn’t see you. 

“Just the fact that I know you keep looking at me is making me nervous,” he suddenly says and you nearly smear your paint as the words leave his mouth.  

“W-Why?” you stutter and hide momentarily behind your canvas. 

“Because you’re sweet, and I also know you’re very pretty,” he replies bluntly. You nearly squeal with happiness, but keep it all inside.

“H-How?” you ask hesitantly. 

“My friend, Jimin, saw you in the cafeteria yesterday and asked me how I got to talk to such a beautiful girl. And today when I told my friend Jin that I was coming here to get painted by you, he called me lucky,” he explained and you felt your whole face turn hot. You didn’t feel like you were that attractive. But according to his friends- who were very handsome themselves- you were pretty. 

“Oh, wow,” you mumble and continue with your art shyly. You hear him chuckle. 

“You don’t believe you’re pretty, do you?” he asks. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m ugly, but uh, I mean, I’m nothing really special,” you say, completely flustered. He hums and shakes his head as you begin painting his gorgeous dark brown eyes. 

“I can tell your pretty all by myself. Your ambiance is bright and calming, and you get very flustered when I talk to you,” he tells you and you feel like burying your face in a pillow. How is this happening to you, of all people. 

“Thank you…I don’t know what to say.” You can tell his compliments are genuine. He doesn’t seem like to type to say something he doesn’t mean. 

You work in silence- besides the music- for the rest of the time, only occasionally asking him if he’s okay or if he needs anything. He always says no. You work diligently, trying to get the perfect skin tone and to accentuate his most flattering features. Before you know it, a portrait of Min Yoongi sat right in front of you. And you didn’t want to brag, but it was one of the best paintings you have ever done. You were proud. 

“I finished it,” you whispered in awe. 

“Does it look good?” he replies and you nod, forgetting he can’t see you again.

“It’s the best piece I’ve ever done,” you admit and you can see him smile on of his rare, beautiful smiles. 

“What colors did you use?” he suddenly asks and you’re taken aback at first. He notices your small shock and speaks again. “No, I’ve never seen color. But people have described it to me before." 

"Oh…” you whisper and then approach him. “I’m gonna sit by you, okay?” He nods and you sit down. He’s so close to you, and you can actually see the individual lashes that adorn his eyes. “I used a shade of yellow for your hair, and-”

“Explain yellow to me.” He looks towards you and you are, again, taken aback. But you tell him okay and think for a moment. 

“Well, yellow is that feeling when you walk outside an air-conditioned building and into the sunlight. That warmth and feeling on your skin is yellow. Yellow is also when you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt and your stomach has butterflies. That feeling of pure happiness and joy is yellow,” you explain to the best of your ability and you notice he’s listening intently. 

“What other colors did you use?” he presses on. You smile. 

“Well, I used red for your lips. Red is when you walk into your living room at Christmas time and smell the sweet cinnamon your mom’s baked goods from the kitchen. When she hugs you tightly, you can feel red. But red is also when you’re so mad that you think that your body is going to explode. It’s the feeling that you’re out of control and nothing is going your way and you just think that you’re going to punch the next person who speaks to you. That’s red,” you say with a bit more confidence. 

“Are your lips red too?” he whispers and you whisper back a tiny yes. He reaches up and touches your bottom lip before bringing his face close to yours. You fill in the space and instantly, you can feel yellow and red mixed together with a little bit of blue, because his lips are so cold compared to yours. His hands find their way to cradle the sides of your face and you’re now very aware of what it’s like to feel all the colors at once. 

When you both pull away, you rest your foreheads on each other’s. You’re both panting a little bit, since you both seemed to have lost your breath. Yoongi takes one of his hands and pushes a chunk of your loose hair behind your ear carefully and gives you another short kiss. He gives you a small smile.

“I suddenly have a whole new meaning of color." 

Fall Forward (Intern Series 2)

Summary: The shy but determined intern at BigHit catches Taehyung’s eye.

Genre: RomCom angst.

Part 1

The next morning you decided to make it up to Taehyung, who you hoped hadn’t suffered any physical injuries from the screaming girl. You noted how Ms. Ryeri said he like sugary iced coffee, so popped into Starbucks on your way to work to get him his favourite special. 

“You know how much sugar is in this, that’s not gonna be good for your waist line.” The barista said after you paid for the order. 

“Thanks for your concern.” You muttered, not quite giving a shit about why it concerned the frat dweeb serving coffee. 

“Here you go.” He said after a while of your fiddling on your phone trying to look busy waiting for your order. 

You shot him a look, and sipped the drink in defiance. 

How could Taehyung drink coffee so sweet, your scowled as the syrupy taste and sugar reached your mouth. 

You made your way to BigHit ready for another day of work, clocking in your personal access code like every other day and shivering slightly at the air con that was always too cold. 

You checked the ipad again for Taehyung’s schedule, he was supposed to be at one of the recording rooms in twenty minutes on floor two. Having more time, you decided to get there early so maybe you could prep your apology in advance. You tried to memorise his schedule once you had settled down again, and gave yourself a mental pep talk not to freeze up like you did yesterday, or spew stuff you didn’t want to say. You could do this. You could do this. You kept prepping yourself. You were a little shy, that was all. He didn’t need to see that. 

The door creaked open. 

Oh god, you didn’t want to see his beautiful face. 

“Hi.” He said, smiling. He was too good. You expected a burst of outrage, but he gave a polite smile. 

You couldn’t erase the look of worry on your face. 

“Don’t you speak?” He laughed. 

You nodded furiously. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you there. It’s just that the girl screams, like she yells the house down and I was mortified i bumped into you!” So much for spewing stuff out. 

Taehyung took a seat right opposite you, that smile still edged on his face. 

“Do you always get this nervous?” He asked. 

Your eyes widened and you felt the tips of your ears burn.

“No.” 

You sipped the ice cold sugary concoction in front you. 

“Oh shit! This is for you.” You pushed the beverage in his direction. 

Oh shit, he wouldn’t drink that would he? You had already taken a sip, not once but twice. 

“Ah, it’s yours.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“No, I got it for you but here’s the thing. This dweeb, actual frat boy dweeb at Starbucks was all like ‘you better watch your waist line drinking that’ and I got annoyed so I had a sip in front of him to piss him off, so I hope you don’t mind. It was all in the interests of annihilating frat boy dweeb smiles.” 

Your cheeks were burning. Where was your verbal filter, you were supposed to have one like every other sane human. 

You really weren’t sane, not around this guy clearly. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything, but simply smiled and took a sip. The sound of his sipping nerved you.

“Mmmm, I also taste cherry.’

You licked your lips instinctively. You were wearing cherry gloss that probably transferred onto the straw. 

Kill me now. You begged from above. 

Your cheeks were probably on fire, they’d have to call the fire brigade. 

“I’m so sorry.” You squeaked. This was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Don’t be, I love cherry.” He winked, finishing the drink in what seemed like one gulp. That was a lot of sugar down in one go. Your cheeks felt like they were swelling, your were close to hyp-

“Ahhh…time for work.” He said casually streching his arms getting up.

“Hyungs are getting here a little later, which is why I’m going to be doing a bit of recording for some songs myself.” He said, getting up and stretching his arms. 

“I-is there anything I can get you?” You asked, trying to press down the red on your cheeks. 

“Just stay by my side at all times, that crazy intern might come back.” He said seriously. That reminded you of your biggest task that you were preparing yourself for, the apology. 

“Uh, I’m sorry for leaving you like that. She just…pounced.” You blurted. 

“It’s okay. I heard you called security, it was the right thing to do.” He said.

“I promise it won’t happen again.” You said trying to re-assure him he wouldn’t have to be worried. 

“I don’t expect it will, unless you’re hiding something.” He joked. 


You followed his instructions diligently, making sure to follow his every step from room to room. You observed how he worked, often sporadically. It was interesting, Taehyung was very dutiful which threw you off. You expected him to be forgetting things, making mistakes but on his own he was really a professional. He had all his lyrics ready, made amendments to them, the complete opposite of his camera personality. 

His workflow was pretty impressive. 

“Ah, took you guys long enough!” Taehyung joked, as the door opened to reveal the rest of BTS. 

“Ahh, there’s so much traffic downtown we literally couldn’t move.” Yoongi, dressed in slacks and a cap said as he took a seat near the studio. 

They all gave you polite smiles and hellos on recognising you were in the room and you reciprocated. Strange, you were perfectly normal if not your usual shy self with the others. 

Taehyung threw you off. 

You continued to work pretty comfortably for the rest of the morning, avoiding having to speak to Taehyung and it was only after 4 where his next activity would be without his members. 

“You have a script reading.” You muttered, trying to get his attention away as he conversed with Jimin. 

“See you guys at home. Don’t wait up for me.” Taehyung said pushing his chair back and walking ahead of you. You followed him out of the room and towards the elevator. 

Floor 12. That was an awfully long elevator ride.

“So, what do you do…apart from interning?” He asked, making conversation. You were both at opposite ends of the elevator, more of your decision than his.

“I’m an English major.” You replied. 

“Smart. Namjoon hyung would love to ask you about some of the books he picked up from this english book store.” Taehyung was really social, you wanted to ask him more but figured you would probably say something you’d regret.

You simply smiled.

Floor 12 really needed to hurry up. 

“That’s weird.” You muttered, it shouldn’t take a minute to get to floor 12. It was far, but it wasn’t that far. 

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asked. 

Your furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah, it’s just…” You moved towards where Taehyung was, which was behind the buttons on the elevator. 

You were about to press the buttons again, but a sudden jolt of the elevator sent you right into Taehyung’s body and the floor suddenly started shaking. You gripped whatever you could to steady yourself, resting on something that felt like…fabric and hardening fabric?

Weird.

“Ow!” Taehyung yelled, and you shot your head towards him. His hands had gripped your shoulders steadying himself but that still didn’t erase the look of pain on his face.

“What is it, are you okay?” You asked, panicked.

“Fine…” He said slowly, face contorted in pain.

“Your hand’s squeezing my dick.”

You gasped, realising what your hand was gripping onto. You looked down, seeing the evidence for yourself and found your hand was so tighty gripped on it, your knuckles had a difficult time flexing to remove your hand. 

“Ouch.”You said removing your hand. 

If anyone, Taehyung was the one in pain.

Once again, mortification washed over you. No, screw that. Mortification was a light word for this situation. You didn’t deserve to be moritified. You needed help, the reason why was taken out from your mind before you even thought of it.

“How the hell did you manage to grab my dick when anyone else would have grabbed my arm?” Taehyung asked, eyes wide in shock as he looked at you. 

“Are you one of those girls, the ones that are all coy until they find a guy alone?” He pressed further. 

You slowly backed away. 

“No, no running this time.” Taehyung blocked your path.

“It…was just…I mean it was just there and really hard like a handle pointing out.” 

Verbal filters did not exist when it came to Kim Taehyung. Your reply was met with more incredulity from him, and a freaked out ‘hey!’ was what Taehyung could manage. His eyes widened in shock, he put his hands on his hips as he tried to contain his shock and anger.

You’d be offended too, if your PA just told you your dick was hard in an elevator pointing towards you. 

-End of Part 2-

SHE’S MINE! (Denis Stoff Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

“Aaaaand CUT!!” I heard the director yell.
“Thank God.” I muttered, putting my costume back on as I got off the bed on the set.
You know even though I’ve been professionally acting for many years, I must admit that being an actress in a series like Game Of Thrones, well, let’s just say I’m not quite used to it yet. And by that I mean the sex scenes.
But of course I’m very good at hiding my awkwardness.
“Alright everyone! We’re done for today! Hope you all have a great weekend!”
Our director Miguel Sapochnik announced.
“(Y/N) you were fantastic as always my dear.” My best friend Emilia Clarke, who plays the beautiful Daenerys Targaryen in the show complimented as I was changing back into my regular clothes. These costumes could be a bit unbearable to have on.
“Awww thank you babes! You’re always far more amazing than me though.”
“Oh nonsense love.”
I giggled and smiled at her, she is honestly the most adorable woman you will ever meet, trust me. Emilia is like my woman crush. Although I do see her as my older sister more than anything really.

“Any plans for this weekend (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Well…” I bit my bottom lip, smirking like an idiot.
“Oh no what are you going to do missy?”
She questioned with a raised brow and a smile that made her cheekbones define.
“Well…do you remember that guy I was telling you about not that long ago?”
“You mean the one in that one rock band?”
I nodded with a huge grin, wow she didn’t even mention his name and I’m blushing like I’ve never blushed before.
“Yeah him, well we’ve been really hitting it off from going out on dates together and all that, and well, he’s been away on the Vans Warped Tour for a while sooo, I decided it would be awesome to surprise him by visiting him.” I cheerfully said, my hands clapping together joyfully.
“Well I think that’s an excellent idea lovely, I think it would make him really happy to see you.” She agreed.
“Aw man Em I am so excited but at the same time I’m nervous as hell!” I admitted.
“And why on Earth would you be nervous (Y/N)?”
“He always makes me nervous!” It’s true, whenever I’m around Denis I have the hugest butterflies form in my stomach, so huge that I feel like barfing right then and there. I’m super shocked that hasn’t happend though thank you God!

“Listen to me sweetheart, you should he happy that he makes you nervous, because of a man doesn’t make you feel that way, then he is not the one of you.” Emilia tells me.
I smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace, she always knows what to say, that’s why I look up to her so much.
“Thanks Em.” I softly muttered.
“No problem, now go get some rest because you have a long road ahead of you to see your lover boy.”
I laughed a little and nodded, “You’re right, see you next week.”
As I was grabbing my things I said goodbye to some of my other co stars, Kit Harington, Peter Dinklage, Sophie Turner, Rose Leslie, Jack Gleeson and everyone else I passed by as I was exiting the set.
I gasped a little to see that it was already getting dark.
Well, even though the sky is glooming I still have to put on my sunglasses because..
FLASH!! FLASH!! FLASH!!
“(Y/N)!! How are you?! What are your plans for this weekend?! Is it true that you’re dating a rock star?! (Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! (Y/N)!!” The paps kept yelling.
“Alright alright guys please that’s enough, I just wanna get to my car.” I politely tell them while they kept following me.

Thankfully they respected what I told them and got out of the way when I reached the parking lot.
I waved goodbye to them as I drove off in my car, hopefully they don’t follow me in their cars.
I stopped at the first red light and I couldn’t help but smile, just thinking about Denis makes me feel some type of way, it’s indescribable, God I just can’t wait to actually see him again. It feels like it’s been forever. Sure we talk on the phone and face time but of course it doesn’t feel the same as in person. I prefer physical over digital.
Anyways, I miss the way he holds me so securely in his arms, his kisses, his laugh, his smile, his sexy head of hair. No seriously his hair is fucking hot.

I wonder how he’s going to react, I especially wanna see the dorky look on his face.
BEEP!! BEEP!! I heard the vehicle behind me, oh shit I forgot that I was even driving, you see what this boy does to me?
“My bad!!” I yelled at the car behind me and drove off.
It was a good thing I didn’t live far away from the studio, I made it to my house in a very short amount of time.
When I stepped in I immediately ran upstairs and started packing everything that I needed.
Like Emilia said, I have a long road ahead of me.
“Okay, clothes, check, shoes, check, jewelry check….” I just realised something, I packed WAY too much for just two days.
Ugh I exaggerate sometimes I swear.

I took out some of the stuff and left the very few things I absolutely needed.
Alright, perfect, I’m all set.
I take my phone out of my pocket and tap on the gallery.
I smile like a dork once again as I keep swiping through all the pice of me and Denis.
Man this guys is so cute! How did he even become interested in a girl like me? I will never understand that for real.
“Awww.” I cooed when I happend to stop at pic of the two of us in Disneyland.
I remember that day, it was the day after my birthday and he surprised me by taking me there.
That was the best day we ever had together, we laughed so much and we swore that we were one of the kids.
That’s what I love the most about Denis, he’s not afraid of being a goofball with me. I could completely crazy and he wouldn’t look at me like if I belong in a stray jacket.

“See you soon babe.” I softly mumbled.
For the rest of the day, the time surprisingly went by quickly. Before I knew it, it was already close to midnight.
As I snuggling up in my bed the last words I whispered was..
“Warped Tour here I come.”
The next day was here in the blink of an eye, I was on the road while blasting up The Black by Asking Alexandria.
I’m still pretty bummed that Danny is no longer with them, I love that guy, but Denis is most definately a great addition to the band.
And his screaming is everything, yeah I know what you’re thinking, I ramble too fucking much about him, but can you blame me? He’s an amazing person.
Good lord this road seems endless, I’m just thankfull that they’re not out of the state, atleast not yet.

Hours upon hours passed by, this little road trip seemed endless. It feels like an eternity, but finally I started seeing all the little tents up ahead.
Yes! I’m here.
It only took a few minutes to find a parking spot, I can hear the music from all these different bands blasting through the entire area as I stepped out.
Wow there sure are a lot of people here, all dressed up in band merch and wearing little backpacks, it’s pretty awesome.
“Omg!! (Y/N) (L/N)!!” Shouted two girls who were walking in.
I glanced over at them and smiled, I’m guessing they watch the show, but…they look a bit young to be watching it. Or maybe they just recogize me in general, okay I’m gonna shut up now and wave.
“Hello.” I happily greeted them.
They took that as an opportunity to come running towards me and hug me.
I hugged them as well, I’m always happy to meet fans.
“How are you beautiful ladies?” I say.
“Good…” One of them nervously answered. I giggled and rubbed her shoulder.
“Don’t be shy hon.”
“C-Can we please get a picture with you if that’s okay?” Asked the other.

I nodded and without a second thought their mother or whoever she is from them grabbed a polaroid camera out of her purse and the adorable girls stood on either side of me, hugging me again.
“Okay you guys say cheese!”
“Cheeeese!!” We all said and the flash went off.
“Thank you (Y/N).”
“Aww you’re welcome girls, have an awesome day okay?”
“We love you!!” They cheered in unison.
“Love you too!” I yelled back, making them chuckle.
It was like that meanwhile I walked to find Asking Alexandria’s stage, many girls and boys came running up to me for photos, pics, videos saying shout outs to their family members and friends, it’s honestly my favourite part of being an actress.

I put on my sunglasses and walked up to someone, tapping their shoulder.
“Excuse me, do you know exactly where Asking Alexandria is performing?”
“Oh yeah, right over there, all the way to your left you should find their set.” The man instructed.
“Okay thank you so much.”
He was right, I arrived exactly where he directed me to.
My heart began to race so hard against my ribs when I caught sight of Denis singing and screaming his heart out on stage.
Many young girls were screaming for him, jumping up and down to the amazing lyrics.
“Everybody jump!!” Denis shouted, and everyone did just that. He really knows how to pump up a crowd doesn’t he?
I had to push through the crowd a little to get a little closer to the stage, some people got a little ticked off with me but they calmed down once I apologized.

“Alright everybody!! We have one more song to play for you!! It’s called I Won’t Give In!!!” He announced, and the crowd went crazy.
I cheered and clapped my hands, looks I seemed to grab his attention because he looked at me, but he had to do a double take. Must’ve been my bright shorts or something.
I smiled lovingly and waved at him, then blew him a kiss.
Denis was truly stunned by my presence so it seemed, and there’s that dorky smile I love so much, he even forgot to sing all
of sudden until Ben came and slapped him upside the head.
I busted a guy seeing that, but then I turned extremely nervous when all eyes were on me.
A lot of scowls were evident, smiles were as well don’t get me wrong, but there were mostly deadly stares.

“Um! s-sorry everyone my bad! Allow us to start all over!” He said, drawing everyone’s attention away from me.
He must’ve felt the tension just as much as I did.
Despite the awkwardness people still cheered and this time Denis didn’t forget to sing.
During the song he kept glancing at me over and over again, I felt myself blush hard because the more he looked at me the bigger he smiled.
Awww he’s so fucking adorable.
By the end of the song the guys behind the stage, security approached me and told me that Denis wanted to see me back there so I followed.
I saw the back of his tall figure drinking a can of monster.
I grinned brightly, admiring his physical apparence standing right before me.
“Hey love!” I called out.
As soon as he turned around, he dropped the can and ran up to me, immediately picking me up and swining me around in his arms.
“(Y/N)!! I can’t believe you’re here!” He cheerfully yelled.
I laughed a bit as he placed me back down on the ground.
“Yeah me either, I’m so happy to see you again hon! Oh and I’m so sorry I made you mess up back there. Your fans were pretty pissed at me.” I tell him.

“Hey don’t even apologize, you have nothing to blame yourself for, and you know how fans are.” He assured, shrugging.
I nodded agreeing, then things became kind of quiet between us, that’s only because Denis was making me nervous with the way he was staring at me.
His beautiful eyes scanned my body up and down in the most seductive way ever.
“Heeey…why are you staring at me li AHH!” I squealed when he grabbed my arm and jolted me to him.
Our chests were touching each other,
completely closing the distance between us.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you (Y/N).” He spoke quietly.
I felt his arm snake around my waist and held me tightly against him.
I can feel my tits squishing against his chest, feels good actually, kind of turns me on a little.
“Well I’ve been having this idea of surprising you while you were out here since you left so…yeah, surprise!” I say while tracing random shapes on his chest.
“Well I love the way your mind works love!”
He chuckled and continued to stare into my eyes, oh God here come the huge butterflies I mentioned earlier.
Not to mention the nausia, I think I’m gonna barf for real this time. Please (Y/N) don’t do it…

“Hmm…” I slightly gasped, I didn’t even realise that his lips were now pressing against mine.
Man how I missed those lucious lips of his, I wasted no time in kissing him in return, I kissed him like I never kissed him before.
After all I only have two days to spend with him, after that I have to go back home and finish filming the season.
“Sorry I caught you off guard didn’t I?”
“It’s okay, I really love it when you do that anyway.”
He was about to say something but unfortunately he was cut off…
“Denis! We have to go do the meet and greet!” James called out to him from behind.
“Okay mate I’m comming!” He notified allowing James to just give him a nodd and walk away.
I pouted like a little kid and it didn’t even take a second for him to notice.
“Awww you are so cute. Listen why don’t you go hang out in the bus for a bit? I’ll be there a little later, I promise I wont take long.” Denis reassured me. Hope and guilt making their presence in his dark eyes.
I don’t want him to feel bad so…
“It’s more than alright Denis, take your time, go meet your fans. They’re waiting for you.”
“You’re the best you know that?” He gave me one last passionate peck upon my glossed lips and went on his way with the guys.

Denis asked the security to escort me to their bus and he did just that.
The guard was a really nice guy, I instantely got into a deep conversation with him, he even told me that him and his wife watch Game of Thrones all the time and that she’s a huge fan of mine.
I thought that was just the sweetest so I went ahead and signed some stuff for the both of them and even took pictures.
“Thank you very much Ms.(L/N), this would mean a lot to my wife.”
“Of course it’s my pleasure, no problem at all.” I gave him a hug and stepped inside the bus.
Wow this is beautiful inside, oh fuck yes! There’s a/c in here!
As I walked over to turn it on I bumped into someone.
“Oops! I’m so sorry!” I said.
“That’s alright. Well hello there.”
I looked up into a pair of hypnotizing blue eyes, “Oh my gosh hey Ben!” I greeted.

“Hi um…”
“(Y/N).” I introduced, I extended my hand and he shaked it.
“(Y/N)…” He wondered, as if my name sounded familiar to him.
“Oh!! Aren’t you that woman from Game of Thrones?!” Ben asked with excitement.
“The very same.”
“Wow I love you on that show! You look even sexier in person.”
“Hehe thank you very much I appreciate that.”
I couldn’t help but notice that he was still holding my hand, he wasn’t even shaking it anymore.
And he also seemed to be looking at me the same way Denis does. Uh oh…
Slowly and gently I released myself from his grip.
Ben was too busy gawking at me to even notice.
“Uh…” He began, looking at his surroundings before locking eyes with me again.
“I just noticed that you’re on my bus.” He pointed out with a sexual smirk.
“Oh! Yeah, I’m just gonna hang out here meanwhile you guys get back from doing your meet and greet with the fans.”

“Hey, hang out all you want beautiful, as a matter of fact, you can go hang out in my bunk back there if you like.” He winked.
Is he?…did he just?…Jesus….
I couldn’t even reply to that, all I did was giggle nervously.
“See you later.” Ben seductively whispered before stepping out of the bus.
What the hell just happend?…
He must think I came in here to fuck with him or something. Did Denis not tell him that we’re dating? Did he tell his band mates about me at all?…
Well this kind of put me down, I guess I don’t mean as much to him as he means to me…
I mean I know him and I aren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend but…we’re getting there.
Okay (Y/N) stop thinking negetive thoughts. Just remember that you’re only here for a VERY short amount of time and you don’t want to fuck it up.

I still feel kind of weird with what Ben said though. Oh well I’ll just shake it off.
I went ahead and chilled on the couch, I turned on the t.v which I’m surprised isn’t broken.
Good thing there were some pretty good shows playing right now.
The meet and greet seemed to be taking a while to pass, feels like it’s been hours, I’m not surprised though, AA is a very badass band, they must have millions if not billions of guys and girls loving them.
I let out a long yawn, my eyelids feel heavy, I’m sleepy as hell, that road trip over here really tired me out.
And I just remembered that I was up since like six in the morning.
Before I even knew it…I was in dreamland….

“Shhh shut up!! Can’t you fuckers see she’s sleeping?!” I heard Denis whisper yell.
I was confused until I slowly opened my eyes and found myself with a blanket on me. When I looked up I also found myself wrapped up in Denis’ arms.
My back was laying against his chest, crap, I guess I must’ve knocked out while waiting for him to come back.
“Hmm…” I hummed, squirming around a little.
Denis looked down at me and smiled warmly, “Hey there sleepy head, did this dumbasses wake you up? Cause I’ll kick their asses right now.”
“Oh shut the fuck up mate!!” Cameron teased while drinking a bottle of beer.
I tried to sit up but Denis gripped me tighter.
“Where do you think you’re going baby?”
He cooed while placing soft pecks on my forehead.
I giggled and rubbed the sleep off my eyes.
“How long was I out?” I finally spoke.
“Quite a long time, but that’s okay, we’re all getting ready to go to bed in a bit.”
A huge wave of dissapointment washed through me to hear him say that.
“What?! So I spent the entire day sleeping?”

“Hey now don’t worry, we still have all of
tomorrow to spend together. Wait you are going to be here tomorrow too right?”
Oh yeah that’s right, I almost forgot that they are playing here again tomorrow. Duh (Y/N) that’s why you packed for two days in the first place.
I placed my hand on face caressing his skin.
“Of course I’ll be here. Oh! but I gotta go get my stuff from the car.” I stood up and went outside.
“(Y/N)! Wait! Let me go with you!” Denis yelled from inside the bus.
I waited for him and he walked over to the other side of the parking lot with me.
It looks so empty here without all the tents and the people and everything else, it’s creepy actually.
I reached my car and grabbed my little suit case from out of the trunk.
“AH!!” I screamed, feelings Deni’s arms snake around me.
I laughed after but then I shut the hell up when I turned around to see that it was actually Ben…huh?! That was really unexpected.
I looked around and Denis was nowhere to be found for some reason, where the fuck did he go?
I look a little further to see that he happend to be talking to another band singer.
Well atleast he didn’t leave me.

“Hello again.” He said, releasing me.
“Hey there Ben.” I chuckled.
“Are you going home already? I was kind of hoping we could hang out in my bus a little more. And no I don’t mean have sex, unless you want to.” He tells me.
Small laughter escaped my lips, I shook my head at him and said..
“Actually Ben I’m sorry but I’m kind of taken…”
“Well how wouldn’t you be? look how at hot you are. You might be the most beautiful female I’ve ever met.”
I grinned, I couldn’t help it, he has a way of making even the simplest of compliments sound so smooth.
It’s no wonder the ladies love him.
“Why thank you but-”
“Hey Ben are you flirting with my girl?!”
We both turned around to see Denis with his arms crossed above his chest.
He was giving Ben a very ugly look.
“Wait what? You two are together?” He questioned, his finger swaying back and fourth between us.
“Yes, she’s my girlfriend.”
Hold on one damn minute! Did I really just hear him drop the G bomb right now?!
“She is?!”
“I am?” I quizzed.

He laughed and walked over to me, putting his arm around me as he pulled me close to them.
“Yes you are, if you want to be.”
My bottom lip was taken in between my teeth.
I think either two things will happen right now, I faint or I puke.
I really hate that this horrible but beautiful feeling has to come to me every damn time! Why can’t I just feel happiness and that’s it?! But then again, I remember Emilia’s words from yesterday.
Fucking khaleesi!
“(Y/N)?…” Denis called out making me snap out of my thoughts..
“Huh? OH!! Yes! Yes of course I would love to be your girlfriend Denis. More than anything in the world…. I really like you…” I confessed.
And just like the first time I saw him, he picked me up in his arms, kissed me like crazy, and swung me around.
“She’s mine!!” He happily screamed and I cracked up.
After he placed me down I looked over at Ben who had nothing but a bored as fuck look on his face.
“Whatever, I’m too drunk for this.” He mumbled while he took steps away from us.
“He’s drunk?” I questioned.
“Yeah, he’s like that so much that you can’t even tell anymore.”
“I’m very happy that we’re official…” I blurted, my tiny figure looking up at his tall one.
He beamed down at me and grabbed a hold of my hand, it fit perfectly in his. Like it was really mean to be.

“Come on gorgeous, let’s go back to the bus, I cuddled you when you fell asleep so now you cuddle me.”
“Deal.” I proudly say.
When we reached the tour bus again and stepped inside, the guys were already asleep, Ben looked like he was sick passed out on the couch, and James seemed to be the only one who was awake.
“Hey you’re back I thought you went home?”
“No, I’m gonna spend tonight and tomorrow with my new boyfriend.” I announced, my cheeks blushing a tomato red.
My words made me earn a kiss from my man, wow, I can’t believe I actually get to say that from now on.
After tomorrow is over I can honestly go back home with a smile.
I’ll miss Denis a lot while he’s away for the rest of Warped Tour but atleast I can look foward to when he comes home again and I can make out with him all I want and what the hell, even make sweet love with him.

“This fucker is your boyfriend? How did you score a gorgeous woman like her? You’re super ugly!”
Denis punched his arm making him laugh,
“You know what? Fuck you! But I agree and disagree with what you just said man, because one part is true, how DID I get a gorgeous woman like her?”
I fucking swear on myself if my cheeks get any redder or hotter they are for sure going to pop! This boy has really gotta stop making me feel so crazy loved all the time.
“Fucking shit, and here I was thinking that I had a chance with her. I mean Jesus are you just radiant.”
“You and Ben really want to die don’t you? She’s mine.”
I snorted and playfully smacked his arm.
“Denis!” I scolded.
“Hey, it’s not Denis, it’s babe to you okay?”
“Okay babe.” I replied.
Now he was the one blushing like an idiot, an adorable idiot though with that cute beam of his.
“God I love the sound of that.” he cheered, holding me close to him.
“Shall we go to my bunk now?”
“Of course.” I say to him, he takes my hand in his one more time and we walk over to his bunk. It was fairly big, just enough for the two of us to fit inside and cuddle like he wants to.

“Hey you guys might want to sleep with headphones on or something cause Ben and I might he jacking off together later on!” James yelled from the couches.
These guys are the definition of idgaf aren’t they?
But you know what? Oddly, that’s what makes me love them so much.
“Come here you.” Said my boyfriend as he went in the bunk and opened his arms wide.
I took his hand and went in, closing the small curtain behind me.
I snuggled up closely to him and burried my face into his chest.
I felt his beautifully shaped lips kiss my hair softly as his large fingers played with strands of it.
I raised my brow as I looked up at him..
“Wait a minute aren’t I supposed to be holding you?”
“Nah, I like it better this way, and this time don’t even think about getting up from me because I’m not letting you go at all.”
This guy is seriously going to make me puke for real one day, and I will not be surprised at all.
That’s how you know you’re truly in love, it’s weird I know, but being extremely nervous with someone to the point where you feel what I feel, it’s a signal that this person is the one for you.
It’s gross, but it’s also the best.
“Goodnight babe.” I whispered.
“Goodnight baby.”
Right when we were about to fall asleep Ben and James decide it was the perfect time to disturb us…
“Hey! Are you guys fucking?!”
“Oh dear God…” Denis groaned and I just busted a gut…
Like a said before…


This is what makes me love them so much!

(Hope you babies enjoyed!! 😘)
-YessyLove✨

I'll Think About It (Jay Park x Reader)

Requested by anon. Enjoy!

Originally posted by pervingonkpop

You loved to draw since you could remember, it just felt nice to be able to paint a picture and make it however you want, it was a a hobby that made you feel better, it calmed you down. You took classes and soon enough you decided that you wanted to do it seriously.

Being able to bring a picture to life for someone else and mark someone’s body with something so beautiful and plenty of times meaningful to them was the best career path for you, you loved how people fell so in love with just a pictures and chose you to make it permanent on their skin. The career you chose was harder in many ways, not only ot was male dominant but in Korea it was also illegal unless you are a doctor. Even that did not stop you, you started under other artists you managed to find, when you got on your feet you made your own path.

Jay fell for your artwork, no one could deny how talented you were. It was Hyun-jung’s first tattoo and they called you to the studio to do it there, since getting a studio was too risky. But jay fell more for your face and attitude, he could tell you were foreign not only from your looks but also from your manners. Don’t get it wrong you were respectful, but you were also intimidating, when you walked in the room the second someone laid eyes on you they could tell you were powerful, your eyes had this strong gaze that could make anyone feel small next to you.

Hyun-jung’s tattoo was perfect as expected. You were packing up your stuff when you felt a hand on your shoulder! Startled you turned around your fists ready for defence. Being a foreign curvy girl in Korea wasn’t the easiest thing, so you took boxing classes. Jay raised his hands up in surrender

                          “Chill it’s just me”

“You scared me”

You said as you put your hands down. He smirked at you when you turned around to pack your things, the view was nice so he wasn’t complaining about seeing your backside

“Hyun-jung already paid me”

“I’m not here about that but good to know”

You stopped. If he wasn’t here for that, then why did he came here attempting to give you a heart attack?

“I wanted to ask for your number”

You turned back at him, now it was your time to smirk matching it with an eyebrow raised.

“Why?”

“Cause I want to use it for a spell to slay the magic dragon. Why do you think a guy is asking you for your number?”

“Cause he thinks he is the shit and that he can have any bitch he wants”

You fired back. His eyes went wide while you smiled devilishly. He should have expected that, you had already roasted half of the crew, it was inevitable. “So…. can i have it?”

“I don’t know, can you?…. i’m sorry I always wanted to say that”

You gave him your number and he texted you so you can have his. You took your equipment and you were about to walk out, when you heard him call you

“Hey (y/n), we are having a party tomorrow, would you like to come?”

“I’ll think about it”

And just like that you left. You said your goodbyes to the others and got out of the studio. Kiseok -who heard everything- went to his side and put a hands on Jay’s shoulder

“She is a handful, I think the famous playboy Jay park found his master”

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Boy was he right. Jay went all in with you, he did stuff he hadn’t done in years, he texted you, he called you, he complimented you, he was a gentelman. It’s not like he had a choice, you demanded nothing less, he had no room to fuck things up, he had to be on his best behavior  or you would be gone, you were the one calling the shots. You had to admit that when you saw his new m/v you got a bit jealous, you didn’t like how he was looking at her, how he touched her, you should be in her place. Maybe it was time, you made him wait for too long, eve though you had established that you were in a monogamous relationship, you still haven’t moved on.

You dressed up in a tight black leather skirt that reached your knees and a thight maroon crop top, hiding the sexiest pair of underwear under these clothes. You wore your hair down and straight and your make up was dark with your lips painted blood red. When jay saw you standing on his doorstep his jaw hit the floor. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, since you were taller with the heels

“Hey babe”

Your voice was low and slow, he could feel your breath to his ear.He hugged you back but his hands went to your butt. You giggled as he gave it a squeeze, you closed the door with your foot and pulled away to look at him

“ so what we are having for dinner?”

“You need some dick, don’t ya?”

He had you over his shoulder before you could reply, you squealed and then started laughing. He walked in the room and pretty much threw you on his bed, you landed with a huff and hovered over you

“Babe the dinner”

“We got a microwave”

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You laid on his chest, your legs tangled with his. That was when you noticed an awful tattoo on his left hand, you reached over and touched it

“When did you get that? And did you get it done by a toddler?”

“Shut up”

You giggled at his cute expression. He was very proud of all his tattoos except that one, he was drunk and he had no idea what was going on in his mind when he saw it the next day. You looked up at him with the smile he hated the most

“Oh no, I know that smile. What do you want?”

“Can I fix it?”

You asked and pouted. He wanted to fix it but he knows it’s extremely painful, so he just delayed it and did others to keep the spotlight away from that drunken mistake.

“It will sting like a bitch”

“I’ll be gentle”

You teased and pecked his puffy lips. He smiled st your words and kissed you back, his hand going on your hair

“Come on please?”

“Why do you want to do it? Do you want to mark me?”

“Yes, so when you going to have bitches grind on you in your mv’s I will still have a permanent mark on your skin”

“I knew you would be butthurt”

He cackled and you just looked at him with a serious expression on your face. He turned you around so now he was on top of you

“Do you really think I did anything with her?”

“No, I know you don’t want your studio to be burned down”

You replied. He huffed as he reached over to brush the hair away from your face, your hand found it’s way on the back of his neck and brought him closer so your foreheads were touching. You slowly licked your lips before you spoke, that made his lips art and take a deep breath.

“So what do you say?”

“Fine, but it will happen here on this bed”

“If you are a good boy you might get a treat after”

“That’s what I want to hear, but let me get a taste again”

No Question (Jungkook, OC) Scenario
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Here is my birthday scenario for our Golden maknae, Jeon Jungkook! Featuring our favorite OTP #SeKook <3 Yep, After All wasn’t the end. LOL Enjoy~

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OC- Sera 

Two years.

A lot can change in two years. Sera stared at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair in a nice braid, dabbed on some make-up to brighten her pale cheeks and managed to put on a nice dress despite the growing bulge in her stomach. 

It’s been two years since she got married to her best friend slash first love slash first heartbreak slash true love, Jeon Jungkook.  Thinking about it, Sera wanted to laugh. Her love story felt like a drama, filled with twists and turns. Never would she have known that this would be where she would be standing; right back into the arms of the first man she had ever loved. A lot were shocked about it. Who wouldn’t be? Sera was ought to marry a different man but on the day of her wedding, plans changed. Sera sighed deeply at the memory. Despite what happened with Hoseok and she, they had remained good friends and are currently keeping in touch. She found out that he has a girlfriend and that they’ve been dating for almost a year now. Sera was overjoyed when she found out; and relieved that he was doing well. Hoseok told her all about Jane, his girlfriend, and how they met at a concert; and how it was literally love at first sight. She was glad that he had found someone and that despite everything that’s happened between them, they remained good friends.  

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Today was Sera’s Baby Shower celebration and she was already six months into her pregnancy. She smiled as she caressed her belly, wanting nothing more than her due to come already though she realized just how time flies so fast. It seemed only yesterday when she told Jungkook about the big news…

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college au or domestic? :))

Flying coach sucks. Flying coach and circling the airport for forty-five minutes before the plane can land, just to spend another thirty waiting for a gate to open up sucks even more. By the time Sam unfolds from the contortionist position necessary to fit himself into the torture-device-cum-airplane-seat and manages to shake some of the blood back into his legs, he’s regretting for the hundredth time that he hadn’t just let Dean take the time off of work to drive out and pick him up.

He grabs his backpack from the overhead bin, makes his slow way down the aisle to deplane, finds the nearest bathroom to relieve himself and wash his hands, splash water onto his face to try and make himself look at least a little more alive. Leaving campus immediately after his last final, not even time for a nap in between, maybe wasn’t the smartest idea but hey, a man has his reasons.

His heart is fluttering the whole time, makes him feel a little nauseous with excitement, but he ignores it, ignores the slight shake of his hands, walks evenly down to the train that will take him to baggage claim and waits the three minutes for it to arrive without giving into the desire to gnaw his thumbnail ragged.

Dean’s probably going to be pissed that his flight was so late, but it’ll be the first time Dean’s been pissed at him in person for six months.

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My Alpha

“– WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” My right hand Michelle tells me. I bare my teeth feeling my anger rise.

“Get the rest of them and spread out. I know where they are coming from.” I say tearing my shirt off because I always get it dirty in the process so why not risk it?

I leave our stuido running into the woods behind us shapeshifting into my wolf form. I know my bra, shorts, and panties will stay in tact if I have to change back to human form. I am an female Beta. There is not many like me. Most females don’t make it or they get claimed by a stupid male Alpha. My Alpha died long ago protecting me from the stupid rival pack. They go by bangtan and they’ve expanded past the little seven bastards that I’ve grown to hate. There is now thirteen of them and I am more then sure it’s them attaching us.

To the left. Michelle calls in my head so I start to run to the left digging my paws deeper into the dirt feeling the earth under me. I breathe in the night air my fur tingling softly with anticipation. I have white fur with black paws, my tail is a mix of both black and white. It’s because I’m a bad ass. I see one wolf and I tackle him to the ground knowing excatly who it is.

He rolls me off of him and we both slide back a bit until we get up face to face. The full moon shines up high in the sky behind him. The wolf has light brown skin and golden eyes. He cocks his head to the side before he lunches at me knocking me on my back. My teeth finds his neck and he bites my leg as we tumble all over the dim meadow. More of both of our packs start to come to aid watching us and I’m rather grateful because I start to feel myself change. I know I’m going into heat soon and I fucking hate the full moon right now. Why would he attack me at a time like this? I howl out when he knocks me on my stomach getting on top of me his stomach against my back.

I struggle under him almost getting him off of me until he digs a paw into my back his nails scrapping my skin through my fur. I whimper burrying my nose into the ground. He gets off of me sensing my defeat. I roll on my back shifting out when Michelle comes up to me. I whine softly and she holds me to her understanding what’s going on. He shifts out of his wolf form as I stand up wipping dirt from my pants.

“Hoseok.” I say my voice laced with venom. He just smirks running his hands through his hair. All he has on are dark ripped blue jeans. No shirt. And the jeans and his boxers are hanging low on his waist.

“—. How lovely of you to come see me.” He smirks and I swear to God I just want to kick that smile off his face.

“Listen bitch. Just because your an Alpha does not mean you can come here and think you own my pack. Because you fucking don’t.” I say and he smirks wider revealing his canines and golden eyes.

“But your a beta. How are you to stop me? I’ve told you once before you need an Alpha in your pack. A beta can’t run a pack on their own.” He says softly stepping towards me and I bare my teeth again a threating growl raising from my throat.

“YOUR THE FUCKING REASON I DON’T HAVE A ALPHA! YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!” I shout at him my body shaking as the wounds open up and he looks at me with a serious face as they rest of ur packs shift out.

“He was in my territory lines and he took something from me.” Hoseok says deadly.

“Jackson did nothing wrong. You come into our territory lines always and he always let your weak ass live.” Michelle says and Jungkook the youngest one bares his fangs at her and I step in front of her as soon as Hoseok takes a step closer to us.

“Learn your place you bitch.” Jungkook says and I pick up a rock throwing it at him making him whine and hide behind an pissed off amused Hoseok.

“Don’t fucking talk to her at all. You don’t deserve to even breathe her air.” I say balling my fist up.

“It’s the full moon –.” Hoseok says making me still as I feel myself starting to get hot.

“How does it feel to go into heat and not have anybody fuck you raw?” He asks and my stomach lurches as I groan my body shaking a bit.

“T-that’s none of your business,” I say as my lips tremble. He steps close to me, his slender beautiful frame towering over me making my inner goddess peek out and look up at him.

“You use to be my business.” He says so low that only I can hear.

“We were never gonna last. We are from two different packs.” I say turning my back on him circling my finger in the air letting my group to know we were retreating.

“Giving up so easily?” Namjoon the second in command asks me and I look over my shoulder looking at both of them.

“There is no threat here and I have to go find a fuck buddy.” I say smirking proudly at Jhope’s red face when I walk off and change back into my wolf form.

I don’t acutally go fuck anybody. By the time we get back to the studio I try to heal as many broken bones as I can. But I have to bite into my bottom lip as I start to feel myself becoming hotter my symptoms becoming worse as it gets closer to midnight.

“You need to go home. I can handle it here.” Michelle tells me looking at me.

“I-I’m needed and-”

“If you don’t go home I’m going to fuck you or make some random guy do it. Now I’m not really into eating pussy but you look pathetic.” She says touching my cheek and I mewl leaning into her touch.

“I’m going.” I pout hugging her before I tell my pack goodbye.

I run home, I had shifted out again finding it much easier to be in wolf form. My house is a good thirty minutes from our headquaters aka studio. So by the time I got home my canines were hurting and my body was staring to ache. I’m pooling in my underwear by the time I change by to my human form on the porch and I’m burning hot with a fever. I groan opening my door and shutting it. I get on the stairs freezing when I sniff the air. I tense up baring my teeth shifting my apperance a bit not really wanting to deal with him right now.

“I should kill you.” I say softly and Hoseok laughs making me whimper.

“But you won’t and we both know that.” He says and I don’t turn around but I swear he’s getting closer to me.

“What do you want? Why are you here?! You seriously complain about us even being two minutes from your territory but you can come and go as please?” I ask him and I feel hands trail up both of my arms as he steps closer to me and I can’t help but swoon a bit grabbing hard onto the rails on the stairs.

“You want me –. You can say you don’t. But I felt your energy change when I bite into you. And let’s not forget you use to come to me all the time when you were in heat.” Hoseok says getting on the stair I’m on wrapping his arms around my waist holding me to him. I feel the heat radiating off of him making me hotter as I feel his shirtless body. His muscles contracting and flexing with every breath he takes. I whine softly shaking my head my reasoning want to slip out of the window.

“Y-Yeah.. But then I m-met Jackson and it got us into a lot of trouble. Y-you know we’re not suppose to do this.” I say softly whinning when he trails his hands down to my shorts but I don’t really stop him because I’m grabbing so hard on to the rails trying not to fall.

“I’m always going to break rules to be with you. We don’t have to follow them.” He says kissing into my neck and I feel his teeth graze against my skin. I almost let it slip that I want him to bite me, but marking is a big no no. He can’t own me. That’s betrayal to my father.

“W-we can’t.” I whine softly. Jhope hums reaching his arm around my neck tipping my face up to meet his. He places his lips a few inches from mine and I can feel his breathe on my lips. I look up in his eyes and I see a lot of emotion there. Sadness, love, dominance, it’s to much for me to handle.

With his right hand he grabs my pussy through my shorts and I moan loudly as he smashes his lips against mine making my heart pound even harder as he starts to rub me through my shorts. I groan letting the rails go turning around and he pushes me down to the stairs roughly. I arch up into his touch as he shoves his tongue in my mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist rutting up against him in need and he returns it grinding down hard into me making me feel his erection. He flicks his tongue against mine our canine’s touching each other as we battle for dominance that he wins in the end when he tears my bra off throwing it down the stairs.

I start to feel carpet burn on my back from the stairs but I don’t really care I just need Hoseok. He breaks the kiss placing his hand around my throat his nails digging into my skin as he continues to grind against me. I whine looking up at him and he smirks picking me up. He finds my room easily throwing me on my bed making me bounce from the hard landing. When I finally set up he looks at me with a smirk slowly taking off his pants letting them drop to the floor. I moan crossing my legs. He slowly walks to the bed climbing on pushing me on my back as he opens my legs with his hands.

“I neeed you.” I whine to him and he kisses my forehead calming me down.

“I know baby. Your skin is so hot. It must hurt huh?” He asks looking down at me in concern. I nod my head pathetically tears falling from my eyes and he kisses them away.

“I’m going to make you forget all about that pain.” He says seductively licking my neck. He trails his hands down my body unbuttoning my shorts slipping them off of me and throwing them god knows where. He grazes his incissors across my neck and I shiver wanting him to bite into me, now more then ever. He grabs my breast roughly pulling them and I arch my back again.

He knows that I feel pain and pleasure from him. He’s so use to bringing me here. He licks down the middle of my chest looking up at me as he pulls my nipples with his thumb and first finger. I howl softly pressing my hands against the sheets. He lets them go leaning down over my left nipple letting spit trail from his mouth to my breast. I shiver at the coolness of his saliva and he starts to rub a circle into my left nipple with his spit making it harder and more sensitive. He smirks as he watches me writhe under him completly under his control. He leans down sucking on it his hand crawling down my body slipping into my underwear. He starts to slowly run his fingers up and down my dripping wet slit. He hums softly as he sucks harder his fingers teasing me down below.

He lets my left nipple go trailing kisses to my right one. He spits on this one and licks it up with his tongue, using his tongue to circle around my peeble. I grab my hair feeling so fustrated and turned on. Why can’t he just fuck me like normal men. He slides his long middle finger into me, making me gasp as he draws my nipple into his mouth sucking on it like it’s the best thing in the world.

“Hoseok!” I half shout as I dig my nails into his shoulder blade drawing blood. He looks up at me a glare in his eyes as well as a warning.

He lets my nipple go trailing kisses down my body ever so slowly marking my stomach anywhere he can. Before I can even voice to him how much I like my panties with the bow he rips them off of me and they literally fall into shreded strings on the ground. Hosoek opens my legs looking at my pussy and I blush. He leans down kissing it softly.

“I missed you.. Did you miss me?” He asks my pussy kissing it again before he sniffs me and I die on the inside from all of his teasing.

“Did Jackson treat you right?” He asks my pussy and I glare at him not liking the idea that he’s bringing my dead lover in at a time like this.

“Your so ready.” He says looking up at him his golden eyes piercing through mine.

“Then fucking take me.” I whine glaring at him.

He smiles sticking his tongue out sliding it across my clit slowly. I moan ripping my sheets with my nails as he drags his tongue down my clit taking his time with me. I sit there trembling feeling myself becoming hotter, my body feeling like I’m catching more then a fever. I start to pant as I feel myself becoming in more pain. Jhope looks up at me sliding his tongue inside my pussy tasting me. We both moan as he throws my legs over his shoulder tracing his tongue deeper inside of me. I pull his hair not helping it as he eats me out shaking his head side to side going faster and faster. He reaches up with one hand pressing two fingers against my clit. I pull his hair harder as he starts to grind me against his face with his other hand on my hip. I become delerious with pleasure as he touches my spot his wet tongue doing wonders on me.

“Oh god I’m close.” I whine softly as I feel him press against my spot harder, my high apporaching me in waves. I throw my head back gasping as I feel my stomach coil up.

“HOSEOK!!!” I cry out loud as he pulls me down the bed some still eating away at me as my high leaves me. But it’s not enough. I need to be filled and quick.

He lets me go laying me back down on the bed. I lean up kissing harshly our teeth clashing as I tug down his boxers and he pulls me to the end of the bed not breaking the kiss as he takes them all the way off. I grab his heated flesh stroking it with my hand groaning as I feel his veins in my hand. I break the kiss looking down at his size a pang of anticipation feeling me as I think about him filling me up. I lean down to run my tongue acorss his length and he lets me tease him before he groans pushing me back and I look at him with confussion.

“Your the one in heat baby. You can repay me when it’s my turn to crave you.” He says pushing me up into the middle of the bed and I open my legs for him.

“I thought you did already crave me?” I ask him as he braces his arms on either side of my head his length poking my entrance.

“I always have and I always will. Your mine no matter what you think but you know as well as I do that every other full moon it’s my turn to go into heat I’m going to want to take you hard against anything. I don’t care whose watching.” He says and I groan as he pushes into me and pull out making me tremble.

“Why didn’t you fuck me as soon as I got through the door?” I ask him softly my eyes starting to fall becoming lidded.

“I missed your body.. It’s been five months. I had to remark you.” He says kissing me softly as he pushes inside of me holding my hips down as he gives me everything he got.

He starts out slow making his hips rock hard into me his skin just as hot as he places his body flush againts me. We continue to kiss as he tangles his hands in my hair and I reach my hands around grabbing his ass pushing him deeper into me as I hook my legs around his waist. I shake under him as he continues to rock into me. I dig my nails into his ass and he moans biting my bottom lip making me moan.

“Y-your so big.” I whine as he bites my jaw.

“Your just tight. It feels so good. I missed this.” He says slamming hard into me once. I yell looking up at him as he kisses my lips softly.

He shifts a bit growling in my ear as he drags his nails down my side digging them into my waist pounding harder and harder into me making my eyes blank out as I trail my hands up his back before wrapping them around his neck as he kisses into my neck once again trailing his teeth across my skin and I can help it when my inner beast comes out.

“H-h-hoseok.. I’m ready.. B-bite me.” I say and he groans nuzzling his nose into my neck and I know he wants to do it so bad but I know he’s trying to respect my pact our deal. But fuck it. I want to be owned by him. I’m pretty sure from all the bruises on my body they are going to know what happen. I’m going to smell like him.

“B-b-bite me or I-i’ll let someone else have me!” I say loudly.

“NO! YOU ARE MINE!” Hoseok shouts harshly with a growl before wraps both of his arms around my body holding me by my back sinking his sharp canines into my neck making me holler in pain and pleasure. I throw my head back trying to meet his hips but my body is so weak and so filled on pleasure that all I can do is lay there and let him fuck me like the little rag doll he wants me to be. I squeeze my pussy around him as I feel my orgasm approaching me again for the second time to night.

Hoseok lets my neck go licking at the wound trying to stop the blood flow as he continues snapping his hips hard into mine his balls slapping my ass with every thrust he gives to me. My room is filled with growls, snarls, and constant whimpers and mewls falling from our lips. I mumble to him that I’m close and he kisses my lips getting on his knees holding me in his arms as he starts to slam me down on his dick our bodies sweaty and slidiing against each other. I close my eyes, my toes curling as I finally release again.

“HOSEOK!” I cry out loud letting me orgasm over take me.

“—!” He shouts filling me up with his seed. All I can see is white as my body continues to be filled with loads of euphoria and pleasure.

He pounds into me for a few more minutes until we both ride out our orgasms. He pulls out of me laying on his back as I straddle his waist. I trail my hands up and down his chest lazily before I trail them lower over his abs feeling him shiver and tense up under me.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble.” He says softly kissing my sweaty forehead.

“NOO YOU DID NOT!” I yell at him sitting up. He blushes a bit looking off clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“HOSEOK I TOLD YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN NOT TO IMPRINT ME YOU ASS!” I say slapping his chest and he pouts.

“If I recall you were the one who said you were ready and you wanted me to claim you.” He says and I blush looking off.

“YES. Because I wanted to be bitten and tamed without being imprinted on! What the hell are we going to tell the elders!?!” I ask him whining as I can practically hear my grandfathers voice in my head.

“Well… You lost a mate. And you need another one. AND lets not forget you belonged to my pack first. You decided to leave and go with Jackson and adopt his family. We can either tell them we are joining forces or you leave them.” He says and I run my nails down his chest making him moan and growl at me.

“I am not leaving that pact Alpha.” I say leaning down kissing him.

“I want you both.” I say playing in his hair. His eyes soften as he rolls us over locking his hands with mine above my head as he slides back into me making me moan out his name softly.

“Then I guess tomorrow we have some explaining to do.” He says smirking victoriously.

“What about tonight- anng!” I say moaning when he rolls his hips deep into me.

“Your still in heat baby. I have to take care of you and I have more places to mark.” He smirks wickedly showing off his teeth before he kisses me.

That night we fucked until I literally passed out from so much exhaustion I could barley keep my eyes open. In the morning when I woke up I was holding onto Hoseok’s hands that were drapped around my waist listening to his soft snores feeling them rumble in his chest that was placed against my back the covers drapped so carelessly over us. But my smile falls when I see the elders from both of our packs. I groan at the smirks on Jhopes elder’s faces and I sit up covering myself as I hit him until he gets up. He blushes looking around as he pulls me closer to him. Why did I ever have to fall for this Alpha?

Rich Games pt. 16 (Suho Scenario)

Summary: Everything is just fun and games for the rich boy, Suho.
Members: Suho x Reader (Appearances by EXO and BTS Members)
Type: Student! AU/ Drama/ Angst/ little Fluff
Length: 3,127 Words

 Get ready for all the angst to start. I really hope you all like it! <3

-Admin Kat

Pt. 1, Pt.2,  Pt. 3,   Pt. 4,  Pt. 5,   Pt.6,  Pt. 7,  Pt. 8,  Pt. 9,  Pt. 10,  Pt. 11,Pt. 12, Pt. 13,  Pt. 14,  Pt. 15,  Pt. 16,  Pt.17, Pt. 18, Pt. 19, Pt. 20,Pt. 21, Pt. 22, Pt. 23, Pt. 24, Pt. 25, Pt. 26

You stared as Yoongi leaned in towards you. You were frozen in your spot. Should I pull away? Yes, I need to pull away. You thought to yourself as he leaned in close. He was only a few inches away from you before he leaned up a bit so his lips were at your ear. “Close your eyes and just listen to the music. You need to stop thinking so much. Stop worrying.” His deep voice entered your mind, and for a moment, it was the only thing you could hear. You did as he said. You let your eyes close once again and leaned back onto the floor. The song restarted and you let your mind wander. For the first time in who knows how long, your mind was finally silent.

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anonymous asked:

would you write a smut scenario of namjoon? like..you go watch a movie together and there's this unexpected sex scene and he pretends to be indifferent but he looks at you and when you go home he starts making out with you and getting all touchy??

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Stay the Night

Sitting there quietly, I was entranced by the figures on the screen, who were having a very heated and emotional argument. My heart strings were being pulled as I sat on the edge of the cushioned chair, letting go of the warm hand next to mine upon the armrest, placing it on my lap instead and clenching it with my other fist. My eyes were fixated on the man and woman, watching closely as their passionate quarrel hit its crescendo—unexpectedly leading to a very heated sex scene.

Glad someone’s getting some, my voice echoed sardonically within my skull.

Peering over at the blonde haired boy beside me, I felt myself squirm uncomfortably at the heated scene—not because I was a prude, but because I was imagining two other bodies entangling that way in the throes of passion. However, my boyfriend—who I was beginning to consider asexual—simply sat there uninterested and indifferent to the racy content unfolding on the large screen.

Is this man made of stone?! Maybe he’s just not interested in you that way.

Ouch.

We had been dating for about two and a half months now, and he had shown little to no signs of bodily desires for me. I thought at first that he was simply taking things slow with me, you know, being a gentleman. But, then a month and a half passed and we had hardly connected our lips, let alone explored any of the other’s body. It was beginning to seriously bother me. Was he just not attracted to me, or did he really just want to take things at a snail’s pace?

I let out a small sigh as I watched the intensity of the lovers on screen, rotating in their own little universe of shooting stars and bliss. Envy shot through me with each caress of their lips, each breathy sigh, and every touch of skin upon skin. I shivered at the fantasy of him doing these things to me: stripping my body bare and placing that warm skin upon my own; alas, I was dating a monk—apparently anyway.

And then, I saw it, the smallest flicker of his eyes toward my side. Something unrecognizable was hiding there just beyond that dark brown stare; something like lust. Gulping, I pushed down that rising hope in my chest, ballooning itself there in my heart.

It was probably nothing. There’s no way that mister unspoken celibacy is thinking of breaking this drought with you.

But, those eyes continued darting my way through the rest of the film, a small smile painting those lush lips, his warm hand tickling the skin of my palm. Perhaps, Namjoon was finally giving into those same feelings I had succumbed to? Maybe. Just maybe.

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“Thanks for bringing me home,” I smiled, pecking his cheek gently, unstrapping myself from my seatbelt and opening the passenger door slowly, “Did you want to come in for a bit?”

There was that look again; a sparkle in that night sky stare as a small smirk pulled one side of those plush lips upward, “Sure.”

Following me up the stairs to my apartment, I could hear his quick steps behind me, closing in on me as we were faced with the door to my flat. My pulse fluttered with those same sexy images from before: heated kisses and burning touches. Was he thinking about that too?

Struggling with the key, I tried the lock several times before feeling the well-known warmth of his own fingers over mine, his face just over my shoulder, that heat radiating from his chest just behind me, “Here let me,” he whispered against my ear, sending shudders down my spine.

I let go of the handle as he successfully opened the front door, “Ladies first,” he smiled, handing me the key, pressing it into my palm.

Nodding, I took a deep breath and crossed the threshold into my quaint, albeit small, apartment, “Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself comfortable.”

Why was I so nervous?

Dark eyes darted about the studio, glancing at the bed underneath the moonlit window longingly—maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me. Perhaps, I was just seeing what they wanted me to see. But, then I saw his eyes fall back on my jittery form, his long legs moving him into my space with just two long strides.

“So, are you thirsty?” I asked nervously, unable to meet that hooded stare.

“That all depends,” he murmured, bringing those taunting lips toward my own.

Gulping, I struggled to release the words sticking in my throat, “On what?”

“Whether you are on the menu,” he smirked, brushing his tantalizing mouth over mine, bringing his hands to cup my face gently.

Did I hear that correctly? Was that a sexual innuendo?

“And if I am?” I murmured against his lips, twining my arms about his shoulders.

Full lips were crashing over my own, answering my question with heated, frenzied kisses. His tongue prodding at my mouth, asking for a dance. The two muscles twirled and caressed in a seductive tango that brought flames licking up from my stomach and into my chest. My fingers interlaced themselves in blonde locks of hair, his own warm hands wandering down my back and guiding me backward until I felt my legs brush against the bed across the room.

I was falling then, against the mattress, and more importantly from this world, into a universe all our own. One where he was the bright shining sun, burning high within a blue sky, and I was the moon, tethered to his movements, following blindly behind his hot trail.

Those lips were beginning a trail of their own across my cheek and down my jaw, leaving wet kisses down my neck before biting down on that juncture between my neck and shoulder, marking me with a purplish bruise for territorial purposes. Wincing, I felt my back arch from that softness below me in pleasure; there was something about being bitten by that mouth that sent me straight to cloud nine. I felt a smirk against my skin as he continued that hot path down my neck and onto the sharp lines of my shoulders and collarbone, revealed by the thin straps of my top.

“Namjoon,” I sighed, his name rolling so effortlessly from my tongue, an unspoken prayer that this beautiful moment would continue.

Pulling those lips away from my tingling skin, he sat back, gazing at me seriously, his voice smooth, “Is this,” there was a nervousness in him, that same anxiousness I had experienced before making its course over those pretty features on his face as he restarted his question, “Is this really ok with you?”

This?

My eyes widened fractionally at the implication; my breath catching in my throat. He wanted me in this moment. He desired me the way I had always desired him. He wanted to become one with my body; to make me see those bright lights and sink into oblivion.

Yes, my mind screamed.

Instead of answering him with words though, I recaptured those perfectly plush lips with my own, letting them coax his into a rhythm that I was leading for once. I needed him. I needed his love. I needed to finally be free with him; to light a fire within this small space around us.

His lips responded without hesitation, following mine blindly, those hands ghosting over my arms and down my waist, finally coming to rest on my hips. There was a tenderness as he began his slow exploration of my body; a slowness about his movements south of my lips, as if he were memorizing each piece of me: my taste; my smell; my touch. After all of those promiscuous raps I had heard him utter on his albums I was taken aback by his nervousness and gentleness with me that night as he touched me there in that pool of white sheets.

The moonlight illuminated that golden skin as it became slowly exposed; clothes discarded bit by bit, revealing more of that delicious skin over me. My own skin was bare, pressing into the expanse of his, melding like sheets of iron into one another. Heated mouths traced patterns down patches of skin, leaving little goose bumps in their wake, emitting breathy sighs from parted lips. This room was on fire now; flames incinerating those translucent sheets around us.

“Are you ready?”

His voice was unrecognizable to my ears: tender and weak. Looking down at me with softened eyes, I felt myself quiver with some fear that I hadn’t expected as he lined himself with my naked hips. My chest was heaving with anxiety. My brain running wild with doubt and discouragement.

What if I am terrible at this? What if he hates it? I am so inexperienced. I really should have shaved my legs. Oh, God why did we leave the lights on?  

A kiss to my temple shook me from those cruel thoughts, quieting the rampage within me, his voice making me weak, “You look beautiful like this,” then with ingenuity, “If you want to wait longer, we can.”

Shaking my head quickly, I whispered in his ear, kissing the lobe gently, “I’ve waited long enough.”

And just like that, we were performing our own racy scene, unscripted and unbridled. The world fell away from our tangled limbs, leaving us in that personal universe that only two lovers could inhibit. Stars were shining bright behind my eyes, heat radiating from the silken skin above me as we shared a slice of heaven, biting into it with hungry teeth. I could taste the oncoming oblivion; smell the scent of our love filling that small room around us, staining my sheets with a perfume all our own.

It was perfect. Indescribably perfect. That sweet bliss enveloping both of us simultaneously, chasing us into a bright set of constellations, where we burned out just like them.

And then, that moment ended as we both plummeted back to earth, planting our feet in reality. It was bittersweet. I felt myself collapse into the entangled sheets, sighing as he fell next to me, rolling onto his side and watching me intently.

A blush crept up my neck, dusting my cheeks and nose under that scrutinizing stare, “What is it, Namjoon?”

“I love you.”

It was a shock to both of our ears. A similar blush enveloping those golden cheeks as he avoided my eyes, afraid of rejection. But, with me, he’d never be rejected.

“I love you too.”

Elated, he grabbed my chin and pulled me into another fiery kiss, one that sent that pool of desire into my stomach and chest, my voice was still raw with that passion from before, “Are you gonna stay the night, Namjoon?”

Without uttering a single word, he looked at me with already hazy eyes and kissed my lips tenderly, placing those warm hands on each side of my face and aligning himself with my own body. We were on our way to those shooting stars and burning constellations; a place where we truly belonged. A place that was our own. 

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As always, thanks for reading! Hope you all enjoyed the story! :)

Turning Back - Chen

Originally posted by lawlliets

A/N: I wanted to write something for Chen because I was rewatching monster and he looks too good on that + I was half inspired by this gif, this is more fluff compared to my last Baek scenario, so yea, hope you like it.

“I’m not doing this”, you said, feeling scared of entering the abandoned building; “oh, come on Y/N, are you even the same person that used to draw skulls in class as a hobbie and wear all black?”, you rolled your eyes at one of your best friends, “oh my gosh Chen, I’ve already told you that was just a phase, also I didn’t comit any crimes back then”.

“Okay, fine”, he said slightly smirking, “I’m going by myself then”, “what? no, you can’t do that”, “why? are you scared of being alone too?”, “no, I just don’t want you to get arrested”.

“Well, I’m not, also I might do this easily if you could come with me you know”, you let out a sigh and say “I feel like you have something on your mind”.

He shook his head and said “nope, only the good intention of wanting an adventure”. “Wow, what hapenned to the guy who used to get straight A’s and be every teacher’s bff?” , he rolled his eyes at you “Y/N, that was like, on sixth grade”.

“Anyways , are you coming or not?” , “hmm..”, you crossed your arms and continued “what do I get for going with you?”, he laughed and pointed at you while exclaiming “that’s the Y/N i know!, we can think of something afterwards, now come on”, he took your hand as you two ran to the abandoned building.

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Bucketlove’s February Fic-Recs!

I’m on time this month (whoop)!! This month was pretty chill regarding work etc. so I read quite a lot (rip). Here we go (in no particular order):

Pi Time by aclosetlarryshipper

Harry, 20.
Less Than 1 Mile Away, Active 1 minute ago.
I think when it comes down to it, I’m just looking for someone supportive. That’s all I really need in life. I know this is an app, but we can find people in all the most obscure places ☺ -H.S

or

Hot, hipster Harry from Tinder is nothing like Louis expected.

Mine Now by aclosetlarryshipper

After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.

~or~

This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.

Sitting on Truths by aclosetlarryshipper

“I know,” Harry says, unsure what exactly he’s agreeing to.

“Can we just…” Louis sighs. “We don’t have to do this right now.”

And Harry feels it to his core, then. That wall between Something and Nothing, hit by a cannon ball but still standing, though it’s crumbling by the minute.

or, A summer camp AU where Louis is Harry’s High School Romance that Could Have Been.

Song For The Springtime by sunshiner

“Cherry blossoms,” Harry mumbles. “The solution’s cherry blossoms.”

Uni AU.

walk heavy on delicate ground by deadspy

“What do you want more than anything in the entire world?” Harry asks, dragging a finger lazily up Louis’ bare chest.

“To know myself again.”

[Louis grows a beard and battles depression during the hiatus.]

the boys of fall by godgavemelou

“And everyone, this is Harry Styles. He’s going to be our starting quarterback this year.”

Louis looks at him, the tall and lanky Harry Styles, and takes it all in. He’s got hair to his shoulders that curls at the ends, tattoos all down his arms, and a bright smile on his face as the team cheers him on. He’s lean and fit, and absolutely beautiful, and Louis hates him to the core.

OR an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

slow dancing in a burning room by oopshidaisy

strictly come dancing au ft. sexual tension, glitter, rimming, and too many references to hugh grant

A Red-Dusted Planet by onewasturning

Harry finally makes it to the edge of the pool where Louis is almost curled up in on himself laughing in the shallow water. He wants to feel annoyed, his competitive side rankled at the unfair and unjust tactics used by his opponent, but it’s like—

The light refracts off the water and moves across Louis’ skin, darkening the ink of his tattoos, and he looks beautiful, dazzling, still that god laughing down on all the destruction he’s caused. And Harry’s heart is caught somewhere in his breathless chest, like it’s become tangled amidst the veins and arteries whilst trying to make room for wet boys on warm, summery days.

Or, a one-night stand in a small town in Australia turns into a weekend that Harry could’ve never predicted with a boy he may never forget.

(i’ll be right) beside you by oopshidaisy

golden age of hollywood au ft. harry being a little shit, louis trying to make movies and eleanor despairing in everyone

my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you’re on my mind) by ab_hinc

“Oh fuck, I’m going to have to tell my mum,” Louis says, closing his eyes.

The silence stretches between them for a long moment until Harry starts breathing heavily. “I’m going to have to tell the Queen,” he says, “and my mum.”

Or, the one where Zayn and Louis make a friendly wager and it goes too far, Harry’s a baker with a heart of gold and really great hair, Liam is an overworked PA who just wants to enjoy his holiday and Niall is completely at ease, as always. An accidentally married AU mixed with a splash of modern royalty.

like dying young idols by deadspy

“Hurry up,” Harry hisses through clenched teeth. Louis giggles then sprays a smiley face on the front door with two X’s for eyes.

[Louis and Harry go on a bank robbing spree after Louis gambles away their millions.]

Has Me By My Heart by LoadedGunn

It’s probably not normal to even try and find his soulmate – who even believes in that shit anymore – but if Harry were normal he’d be a student or a singer right now, instead of a millionaire con artist who doesn’t own a house because he wants to settle down with someone special.

He watches Louis tell a story with a happy flush in his cheeks, and Harry’s heart thrums painfully because he knows. He’s the one.

Or, Harry steals hearts, Niall steals everything else, and Louis should probably be less cool about knives being thrown at his head.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

Hiding Place by alivingfire

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Rather this than live without you by mediaville

Harry decides to give it all up. Louis refuses to be left behind.

Nothing Gold by FeelsForBreakfast

A High School AU where Harry flirts with girls and Louis flirts with danger. Louis jumps off cliffs and drives like car crashes don’t apply to her because she likes the rush. Harry tells stories and tries to keep her safe. (ghosts, glow in the dark stars, and numb hands)

Her eyes are a challenge: Let go of the brake. Let yourself come down. Don’t be afraid. When you’re young, you aren’t afraid of falling and so you go as fast as you can to feel the rush. And you don’t fall.

(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones by flimsy

Harry goes as Louis’ date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.

“Hey,” Harry hears himself say just as Louis climbs back into the car. He ducks down, holding onto the roof to look at Louis who cocks his brow at him and says, “What?”

“I meant it,” Harry starts. “Like, I’d do it. I’d be your date for the wedding. If it’d make you feel less awful about being there and if you want me to, I’ll do it. I promise I’ll be good.”

You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin. 

Know The Truth: Prologue.

A/N: Where Camila and Lauren had a drunken one night stand a couple of years ago. Camila remembers nothing, but Lauren remembers everything and isn’t the one to move on so easily because of the feelings that opened within her. So when Ally gives Camila Lauren’s number when she is looking for a nanny for her daughter, Lauren immediately recognizes her and also the similarities between the little girl and herself…

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