sleeveless black top

sparkleywonderful  asked:

Feyre and either Rhys or Cassian ”….spiders. of course it’s spiders.” And it is not Feyre who is afraid of them ;)

“Big bad illyrians aren’t scared of anything” is most definitely a lie

“Feyre darling, its time to leave, everyone is probably there already.” Rhys called from the hallway. “Yes, give me a minute, I’m putting on my clothes and I’ll be out.”

“Do you need help? I’d be more than happy to be of assistance.”

“No I don’t need help you pig,” I laughed as I walked out, wearing a flowing sleeveless purple top, black shorts, and simple sandals. Summer had finally rolled around, i was dreading the heat, but thankfully Velaris’s breeze kept it somewhat cool.

The war was long gone, and ever since then whole Inner Circle had spent most of our time getting everything back in order. And finally it was time for a well deserved break. We were all gathering at the cabin, including my sisters, to celebrate all of our hard work. Which really mean’t getting drunk and playing games day and night.

Rhys looked me up and down, taking his time looking at my legs.”Well don’t you look lovely,” he purred. I made my way over to him and got on my toes and whispered in his ear, “You should see what I have on under this.” He gave a another purr of approval, grabbing my lower back and pulling me close. I put my hand on his chest and pushed back, giving him a smirk, “Nope. Its time to leave, remember?” He huffed out a laugh and held out his hand, “Then allow me to winnow us to the fun” I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “No, allow me.” 

I had finally mastered winnowing, and winnowed us to the outside of the cabin. We held eye contact the whole time, and probably would have just stood there gazing into each others for hours if it wasn’t for the male shriek that came from the cabin.

Our heads quickly turned to the cabin to watch Cassian bust threw the door with his wings tucked in tight and pure horror on his face. We both almost made a run to him when we noticed the 4 females hysterically laughing at him, minus Elain who had hidden behind Azriel. His face was blank watching Cass trip face first into the bright green grass. 

I felt Rhysands confusion through the bond and I’m sure he felt mine. Mor spotted us and started laughing again and waved us over. “Feyre Feyre come here, hurry look at-” she was cut off by a loud shriek from the cabin, and she collapsed to her knees going into another laughing fit. Amren and Nesta both were looking into the window and chuckled loudly. 

I ran to them with Rhysand on my heels and looked into the window to see 3 dog sized spiders crawling in the sitting room. Rhys jumped back and yelled, “Cauldron above, how did those get in there?” Amren had a snake like smile plastered on her face and responed, “Mor let them in. She wanted to give you males some excitement first thing. We know how much you illyrians love spiders.” 

Where did they get spiders that big? Why won’t they just go in and kill them?

I turned and looked up at Rhys and finding his face paling. My face most have shown my confusion because Amren explained, “No one knows why, but for some reason Illyrians have a horrible fear of spiders. So we gave them one each to go and get, it’s about time the mighty High Lord and his minions got over their fear.” 

I looked to Cassian who was now sitting in the grass with his back turned to us with his arms crossed. A laugh escaped me and i turned to Azriel to now see his shadows completely covering his face in embarrassment, Elain was looking up at his face with concern and whispered, “You’re supposed to keep us safe, please go in and get them out.” I lost it when he quickly shook his head.

I calmed my laughing and cried, “…Spiders. Of course it’s spiders. Out of all the things… spiders!” 

Rhys threw his hands up in the air and exclaimed, “Shit Feyre, I mean look at them, they’re massive! Look at their fangs!” Tears were rolling down my face from the laughter and i cupped his face in my hands and said, “Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court, can handle wars, 50 years Under the Mountain, and creatures that give me nightmares, but His Darkness can’t handle spiders?” 

He pulled away with growl and crossed his arms. I wiped away my tears and walk back to him, hugging him around his waist. I looked up at him and he turned his head away. “Rhys.” He turned around in my arms, and i was now looking at the back of his head. I rose up on my toes and whispered in his ear, “Well if we can’t get in, how am I supposed to show you what i got at our favorite little shop?” I felt him tense up, and he turned back around in my arms. 

Everyone was watching us silently at this point, Amren had one eyebrow rose, and Mor was sitting on the ground with a hand over her mouth. Nesta had moved to stand in front of Cass and his head was hanging low. 

Rhys studied my face, and I felt him knock on my mental shield. I sighed and let him in.

Wouldn’t you rather show me at the town house?

No. All you have to do is kill one and make Az and Cass get the others.

He was silent for a few seconds…

…What color?

Black & gold. Maybe they would agree faster if they knew Nesta and Mor went shopped with me.

I don’t care that they went.

You’re not supposed to, they are. But since you said that, as soon as the last spider is gone we will go straight to our room.

He shook his head as if clearing his mind. Got him. “Let’s go.” he growled. Both the males head whipped towards him. “No.” They said firmly in unison. Elain was looking back and forth at them. “What changed his mind?” Nesta grumbled, still frowning down at Cassian. “I just let him know about ours and Mor’s shopping trip to the fancy underthings shop.” Even Azriels shadows seemed to stop breathing. Azriel pulled out Truth-Teller and walked in. Mor’s mouth dropped and she ran to the window. She returned to her hysterical laughing after hearing loud crashing. 

Amren was watching and laughing as well, Elain even went to the window to watch. Nesta was about to start fussing at Cassian, but stopped herself as he got up and walked inside. I was holding in my laughter as i turned back to Rhys and said, “It would be a shame if they got all of them before you got yours.” He flicked my nose and walked in.

I ran to the window to watch. Elain was now standing beside Amren and said pitifully, “When did you go shopping together without me?” “We didn’t.” Nesta answered. Mor wasn’t even paying attention to our conversation, she was to busy cheering Azriel on. “I had went by myself, but I needed a reason for the other two to want to go in.” Nesta smirked at the same time as Amren, and we all watched as the Illyrian babies shrieked and attacked the spiders.

Turns out they didn’t even have fangs, and there were many more pranks to play on the males.  

crossroads

*request —> Anonymous said: Hello! :D Can I request love triangle between TY, Y/N, Jaehyun? …. I want it a bit angst please >< Thank you, sweetie :*

Originally posted by taeyounq

author’s note: 2,038 words. Part of the request was withheld because I didn’t want to spoil it in the very beginning.

You can call me biased as hell once you reach the ending, but sorry not sorry the anon had already picked who they wanted Y/N to be with, I don’t make the rules ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you answered this before, but what is your favorite Sasuke design out of the whole series? Just curious since we have the same fav😊

I quite liked the design that Sasuke had when he fought Itachi, the one where he wore the sleeveless black top:

Too bad that happened to be the one he had for the shortest amount of time :(

Thursdays [Part 1]

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Originally posted by sopeachenemy

Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader

A/N: I’ve been feeling very… strange lately. I don’t really know how to explain it - like empty, kind of sad, okay at the same time? But anyway, that’s not important. I haven’t written in forever and I am severely inspired by Thomas Brodie Sangster’s new photographs from the Boys By Girls Magazine so here’s a little dabble, it was supposed to be a one shot but i’m getting tired and it felt right to end it where it did for now but I’m hoping to continue it (I’m scared that i wont find the time though huhu) Oh, and for the purposes of this I’m just going to ignore that TBS is filming the Death Cure at the moment lol, I hope I’m not too rusty on writing lol and more so, I hope you enjoy !!


The smell of new magazines were never really your favourite. It was this strong, almost rusty smell that punched you right in the nostrils when you pull back the plastic it had been encased in. Sure, when it was just one new magazine it was okay but the girth of the amount of glossy papers you had in your hands counted in a pile of eight. The stench was far from pleasant and this was what? The fifth bundle of new magazines you were placing in the cafe?

A sigh escapes you as you gathered the magazines and tapped their bases on the table to fix them properly before placing them face up on the table. The magazine at the very top of the pile had a masthead that read “Boys By Girls” with a photograph of a dashing young man with long chestnut hair slicked back, alluring dark eyes, toned arms peeking out from a black sleeveless top that was accented with red, and a crooked almost-smile on his lips.

“Ah? Finally fancy one of us English folk?” an accented voice teased as it passed behind you.

You straightened up immediately, eyes wide as they found your always teasing coworker who you were happy to call as not only your new best friend but also your flat mate. “I was just admiring the layout!” you defended as you followed her towards the front of the cafe.

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Halloween Jealousy

Game: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Jaehee Kang x MC /
Basically: An adorable, Jealous Jaehee

MC decided to dress up as a cat for Halloween. Jaehee thinks her friend is cute at first, but when certain comments on how Jumin might like it are made… well, let’s just say Jaehee realizes certain feelings that demand to be acted upon.

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Just A Holy Fool

I was wondering if you could possibly write an imagine where reader is Lady Gagas backup dancer for Judas and Norman starts to notice this girl and eventually asks her out near the end of the shoot? I think he’s pretty hot on the music video 😍

I kinda wanna make a part 2 out of this…or a full series out of this…Norman is adorable and I love this one shot haha! Let me know what you think!


It wasn’t exactly thrilling waking up at four in the morning to get to set but then again it was definitely thrilling to be in Lady Gaga’s new music video. Sure, you were just a backup dancer but you would be showing everyone you knew this video for years to come. And there was an added bonus. An actor from that new TV show, The Walking Dead would be in it. You hadn’t had much of a chance to watch it since you were too busy constantly working but you knew Norman Reedus from other movies and TV shows he’d done in the past. However, it was important that you didn’t get star struck and make a fool out of yourself. If you had any plans at all of making it in this industry, you had to play it cool with everyone you met even if they were huge stars.

The warm coffee was doing nothing to wake you up as you arrived on set, your backpack heavy on your tired shoulders. The sun wasn’t even up yet. You loved your job but god, getting up at four o’clock in the morning was rough sometimes.

You were taken to the make-up trailers where dozens of backup dancers and extras were getting their make-up and hair done and a majority of them were looking much more energized than you did right now.

“Morning!” one of the make-up artists exclaimed cheerfully, “My name’s Gayle. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, “Sorry you don’t get a more chipper person to slap some make-up on.”

“I know it’s early but it’ll be a really fun shoot,” Gayle replied. The two of you made small talk while she fixed your hair and applied your make-up and halfway through, the coffee kicked in and you were much more awake now, laughing with Gayle and the other extras. You were ready to get going and give it your best.

Once Gayle was finished, you got up and headed for wardrobe. You walked a little quicker and held your head up higher now that you were fully awake. As you opened the door to exit the trailer, you bumped into a firm body, which knocked you back more than it knocked the other person back.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, a tight grip on the stranger’s forearm to keep your balance. You looked up to look at who you just bumped into and now had a hold of their arm and you were stunned at the pair of dark blue eyes staring back at you, “Oh shit…you’re…”

“Yeah, I’m Norman,” he chuckled, patting your hand that was still holding onto his arm. He gave you a warm smile, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Uh, yeah…yeah totally,” you replied, pulling away from Norman’s arm and folding your hands behind your back, “Seriously sorry about that. I’m like half awake today and I’m on my way to wardrobe and all that and I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s fine,” Norman said, “I’ll see you a little later, alright?”

“Sure,” you said, stepping to the side so Norman could go into the make-up trailer, sitting in the chair you had just been sitting in for the last hour. Once you got to wardrobe, they put you in a black sleeveless crop top and black leather pants with a tan scarf, boots, and a headband to match. Finding out you’d be dancing almost right next to Lady Gaga was exciting but also made you a little anxious. What if you screwed up the moves? It was one thing to make a mistake but to make it in front of someone as big as Lady Gaga would be humiliating.


They had started off with a scene that you wouldn’t be in but you got to stand behind the cameras and watch Lady Gaga and the other dancers move gracefully and perfectly. She looked stunning in a red bra with white crosses on each cup and red underwear to match with a sheer red sheet draped over her backside and red booties. The dirt flew up and spread through the air as she and the other dancers danced around, lifting their feet and swaying their hips.

You turned to get a look at all the players involved with the behind the scenes action and caught Norman off to the side staring at you. They’d given him a leather jacket with an unbuttoned shirt underneath, a pair of gloves in his hand. Once he’d been noticed, he quickly turned away, clearing his throat as he put the gloves on, his cheeks quickly turning red.

It took a few takes to get the scenes finished and Lady Gaga was whisked away to change into her wardrobe. Your heart raced as you and the others were gathered together to prepare and practice for your scenes. You wiggled your arms and rolled your neck back and forth.

“I can do this,” you whispered to yourself.

“Hey,” Norman’s voice came from behind you and you jumped, letting out a squeal. He pulled back a little and laughed, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s okay,” you said, “I’m just a little jumpy.”

“Good luck,” he said, “Don’t be nervous. You’ll do great.”

“You’re sweet,” you replied. Norman beamed and hurriedly walked away to let you finish stretching and mentally preparing yourself. Lady Gaga came back out a few minutes later, switching from an all red outfit to all black. A black bra with a white cross on each cup, a leather jacket, and black underwear with stockings and boots going up to her thighs with a blue bandana wrapped around her forehead.

You were placed at her right and that made you sweat a little. She offered a warm smile and friendly words of encouragement and that made it a little easier to relax but you still needed to focus. The music blared and you followed the rhythm easily, more and more at ease the longer you danced. Norman was standing directly across from you, arms folded across his chest watching you. His expression was extremely difficult to read. Was he impressed? Or were you just screwing up? Regardless, you did multiple takes of the scene until the director was satisfied with what you all had done and you all took a break so Lady Gaga could make yet another costume change.

You were standing with some of the other extras having lunch when you were again approached by Norman, his leather jacket removed but the shirt he had on underneath was still unbuttoned which gave you an even better view of his chest. You tried not to stare too much as the other extras scurried away in a fit of giggles.

“Hey, Y/N,” Norman said, “I hope I haven’t bothered you too much today.”

“You? Bother me?” you laughed, “No way. What’s up?”

“You know we’ve got some scenes together, right?” Norman said.

Fighting the blush in your cheeks was absolutely pointless but that didn’t stop you from trying, “No, I had no idea.”

“Should be fun,” he said, “By the way, you were really good out there. Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“Years and years of practice,” you said with a chuckle, “I didn’t know you thought I was good. You looked so serious like I was fucking up or something.”

“No, you were amazing,” Norman said, “You were the best out there.”

“Oh stop,” you said, “I’m not that good.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Norman said. He looked down at his phone and started walking away, “Well, I should get something to eat real quick before we have to start up again. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Sure,” you said. It was silly to be this enamored with Norman as you were but you figured you wouldn’t see him again after this shoot was over so a tiny crush wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? You could survive these next few days.


Admittedly, it was a little more complicated than you’d thought on the first day. Over the next week, you watched Norman performing his scenes. Even though his scenes were simple with no actual speaking parts, there was something powerful about his movements and facial expressions. You could watch it all day. Every now and then during his scenes, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. But why would someone like him have any interest in a nobody like you?

The last day brought on the scenes Norman had mentioned that you two would be in together. Norman had one arm wrapped around your shoulder and another arm wrapped around another girl’s shoulder. You were supposed to dance around, throwing your head back and forth, which made Norman and the other girl jostle as he pulled her back and buried his face in the hollow of her throat while she closed her eyes. It sent shivers up your spine watching him with the intensely hungry look in his blue eyes. The girl had gushed about it after the scene was over, telling you how soft his lips had been against her skin and you were burning with jealousy. Again, it was just plain silly to be this jealous. But you couldn’t help yourself. Why couldn’t you be that girl he kissed?


And then came that last scene. You didn’t even know it was happening until the director explained it to you. It would finally be you. Of course, Norman wasn’t going to kiss you like he had the other girl but you would be a lot closer to him than the other girl was. She was a nice girl but you still took it as a small victory.

“Here we go,” you mumbled, “Last day of the shoot. Kinda bummed. Made a lot of friends here.”

“Yeah,” Norman agreed. He opened his mouth to add onto his comment but was interrupted by the director shouting. The music started up and Norman shifted into character, one hand grabbing your arm as you rolled your hips in small circular motions. He stared deeply into your eyes, moving his hand down your cheek to hold onto your shoulder as you lowered a bit and then came back up. Being in his strong arms, standing inches from him, feeling his warmth radiating from his body. You were almost tempted to ruin it and kiss him but you resisted the urged. The scene was still repeated a few times until you got it the way the director wanted it. Norman letting go of you left you empty and disappointed.

“You did great,” Norman said, “Looks like that’s the end of that.”

“Thanks,” you said, “You were great too. Well…guess we should get outta here.”

You pulled the headband off your head and started to walk away. Norman was standing there for a while, ashamed of his hesitance to say anything to you. And you were shocked to realize that your heart was broken, knowing you would never see that handsome man again after today.

With your sunglasses shielding your eyes and a hat covering your sweaty hair, you threw your backpack on over your shoulder and left your trailer for the last time to drive home and move on to the next job. Finishing with this job was sadder than any other job you’d done before. And it was all because of one man.

You pressed the unlock button on your car but that same voice that made your heart skip a few beats stopped you yet again, “Wait! Y/N! Wait a second!”

Turning around, you saw Norman running towards you, waving his arm over his head. He’d changed into his street clothes, his black t-shirt clinging to every muscle and his pants hanging loosely off his small hips.

“What’s up?” you said, “Did I forget something?”

“No, no not at all,” Norman said, “I just wanted to ask you something and I knew I’d regret it if I let you leave without asking.”

“What is it?”

“I was just…we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well these past few days,” Norman began, “And I really wanna see you again outside of work. Do you think you’d wanna go out with me sometime? Coffee or dinner or ya know whatever.”

“Dinner sounds great,” you said. Making a bold move, you grabbed his hand and leaned in, placing a kiss on his scruffy cheek. Norman smiled and pushed his sunglasses further up his nose nervously.

“Sounds great,” he said, “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, squeezing Norman’s hand as you opened your car door, “I can’t wait, Norman.”


Tempted to make a part 2 ;)

Woo girls on parade
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It’s Saturday night. Shannon and I are sitting on the patio at Chuy’s on broadway in west end. Our view in every direction holds loud bars, and pay parking. Over there, *points diagonally across the street and continues* is a bakery known for it’s icing….IT’S ICING!! (bleh)
Traffic stops and piles up behind a red light. Cheers from a party bus full of might be frat boys (polo shirts and what I imagine to be ironed deck shorts with brown braided belts.) they are cheering on a bachelorette party riding a beer wagon. Y’know, the peddle car bar where it’s like drinking and a work out and humiliating all at the same time. The “woooooo!’s” and the “yeeeeeeah gurl!’s” chime back in somewhat of a response. All the girls are wearing the same sleeveless black tank top with gold lettering I cannot read. All but one girl. She is the bachelorette in a white blouse and a tiara. She’s reading a menu, yes, a menu as two of her bridesmaids scootch off their stools and pour themselves onto the street. One by one they slide onto broadway 15-20 ft away from us. They straighten, high five, and complain loudly about “that fucking bitch” who was the tour guide, bartending, captain of the beer wagon. The screetchy mass of them walk by toward the corner cross walk and out of sight.
Our food arrives and right behind the steamy plate of enchiladas is the door girl leading the fish tailing bachelorette party. As the third one passes our table, I can read the gold lettering. “drunk batch” going for the bachelorette/bitch pun. The bride to be, is wearing a jean skirt and light brown leather boots to go with the white blouse and sparkley tiara, which contrasts the black and elevates her status from the lesser “batches” to the obvious HBIC. She is also wearing a scowl and seems to be making no attempt to conceal it. Trailing the group is one girl trying to support another girl, both walking in time with the music and trying to appear fine. They sit down with the rest of the group at a high top with stools for all eight. The bachelorette hides behind another menu. The server comes over and two girls almost shout “Water!”
20 minutes later the two girls are gone and the bachelorette party balloon seems to have lost all its “wooooo!’s”. 20 minutes after that it’s time to go. Our tab is paid, but I gotta pee. Shannon goes for the car, I go to the bathroom. (initially forgetting which chuy’s I am in and I go the wrong way) I quickly find what I am looking for and claim a stall.
In the wheelchair accessible stall to my right are the voices of what appears to be three of the bachelorettes team yelling/bitching/instructing a fourth. “NO, we are NOT going home, YOU are NOT going home, YOU are going to puke and drink some water and we are going back out there!” “yeah just puke and get it over with already, you’ll feel better after” “NO you are not! This is not about you Brooke! This is about Courtney! It’s her special night and she’s not even having fun. You are going to puke or whatever and we are going to get on with this right now. Courtney is waiting!” “c’mon, we’re doing this!” “it’s not about you Brooke!” “yeah” “and Courtney’s not even drunk yet” “I can’t believe you, just puke already so we can get back out there.”
At that I finished washing my hands and shared a smile with my reflection in the mirror. As I attempt to exit the room, the door pushes open a little too fast for my two-margarita brain. It’s the bachelorette in the white blouse and tiara. It’s Courtney and she’s pissed. My mind screams “Hey Courtney!” but luckily my mouth never made the words. I quickly and successfully navigate my giggley self away from Courtney’s wrath, and to Shannon’s waiting car where I relay this story with all it’s mellow dramatic inflection. Continuing on home, we interrupt each other periodically saying and laughing, “it’s not about you Brooke!”…
—  @legoule
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Originally posted by min-hyukkie

My most grateful thanks for all the love I’ve received on my scenarios! I hope you all enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them, and here’s to ending strong with my favorite son Rocky! (That’s right, Dongmin, Rocky is going to show you back to your lane HAHAHA)

This is REALLY LONG, a little more than 2,000 words. I may have gone a little overboard(who am I kidding I actually did go a little overboard) with a lot more details and just the concept so exciting that I couldn’t seem to stop. Plus, I wanted this to be more fun since my last Rocky scenario was a little… depressing. 

Enjoy! 


“You can’t be serious.”

You turned back towards your desk and stared at the figure leaning back on his chair, silver headphones standing out from his all-black attire that didn’t even follow the school’s uniform code. It made you nervous knowing that your seatmate Rocky had a reputation for being a troublesome delinquent and the resident bad boy who had almost no regard for the system as long as things were going his way. As if that wasn’t enough, he also didn’t try very hard in class, so your teacher had decided that it was up to you, the top student and class president in 1A, to help him “improve his scores so that he would be on track to graduate”.

Nice try, Teach, but instead of sugarcoating it like that, “get his shit together” would’ve worked just fine.

The bell rang, and all your classmates cheered as they were released from the prison known as school, packing their bags and making plans with friends to go hang out at a cafe or something to relax.

“Want to come over to my house today?” Your best friend asked you.

“I have to get Rocky to do tutoring with me since we have a history test in two days.” 

You panicked as he packed up his things and slung his backpack over his shoulder. 

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What do u call that sleeveless black top that like its kind of a mock turtleneck but its skin tight and cuts off on either side like right at the titty and shoulders

Both Dio and Dave Gahan have worn them 🅱lease tell me what they are called Im begging you my children are starving my crops are dying

In This Rain

Originally posted by chemyungjun

Day 3 of the “Revive the Astro Fandom Day” event! Today’s featured main is Moonbin :D Omg I am so awkward every time I write about him, I NEED TO FIX THIS.

3 words to describe this scenario: puddles, bus-stop, calling


You groaned in frustration as the taxi driving by splashed into the puddle of rainwater collected by the sidewalk, splattering droplets onto your white skirt. Your sunbae had said he’d be here in 10 minutes to pick you up to the party, but 30 minutes later you were still waiting under the rain, skirt wet and hair dripping with rainwater down your face, soaking through your pink crewneck sweater.  

There was a soft jingle, and you picked up your phone to find an incoming call from your sunbae.

“Sunbae, are you here?” you asked.

“Sorry, my car had a flat tire. I’m waiting for the tow truck to come right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to drive you to the party.”

Figures, you thought to yourself as you politely told him it was okay and hoped for him to get his car back soon. I’m not surprised at all that he flaked out on me this time too.

Hanging up, you hurriedly stepped away from the sidewalk and found yourself standing underneath an empty bus stop, wiping your glasses clean as you waited for the rain to stop. What a day for it to rain, especially when you had no umbrella and the weather forecast had predicted sunny skies, not overcast rainclouds.

“Bus isn’t coming yet…”

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a scenario about what you and GD would do if both of your plans for tonight got canceled and so you two spend the evening (and night) together? Thank you!

Sorry that this took so long to get to! Hope you’re still around to read it!

If you want to read the Rated M continuation of this scenario: CLICK!

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The whole elevator ride up, you couldn’t help but keep checking your reflection in the mirrored walls. Your hair was down and still slightly wet from showering earlier but was covered with the beanie Jiyong had given you sometime ago. You wearing a simple black t-shirt with washed out ripped jeans and converse shoes. Unfortunately, despite taking almost an hour to decide what to wear, this was what you came up with in the end.

‘It doesn’t matter! It’s not like there’s anything I should be dressing up for!’You try and convince yourself while subconsciously glancing at the bag slung on your shoulder carrying your (nicer) pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow.

Tonight was a rare occasion. First, your boss let you get off work early. Second, Jiyong’s schedule for the evening freed up. And third, when discussing what we should do tonight, he invited you over to his place… to stay over.

‘What’s so bad with sleeping over at your boyfriend’s place?' Nothing. But your nerves couldn’t stop getting to you since this would be the first night you two spent together as a couple… and… may be the first time you’d sleep with each other

The ping of the elevator woke you up just in time for the doors to open revealing the entrance to Jiyong’s apartment. The moment you step out, his front door opened abruptly, making you jump.

“Yah, what took you so long? Even the food got here before you.” Jiyong complained. You gulped ignoring his question, as you felt instantly hotter when you saw that he was wearing a sleeveless black top, showing the muscles on his arms, with black skinny jeans.

“S-Sorry…” You mutter, diverting your eyes from his body and hastily took your shoes off.

He moved to the side to let you pass as you quickly scurry into the apartment.

“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” He asked while closing the door.

With the change of topic, you were able to settle your nerves. “Nope! It was actually quite easy. It’s surprising an idol lives in such an accessible plac—” 

As you turned to face him, your blood pressure rose again when you realized he was standing right in front of you with a sly grin. You could feel the heat emanating off of his body, making your hair stand on end.

“You still wear my beanie.” That’s when you realized his eyes were at the top of your head. Slowly, his hands move to where he was looking at and began to adjust your beanie so that the brand was facing towards the side. You were so sensitive to the warmth of his fingers and could feel them through your hair. 

Satisfied, he pulls back and gives you a once look over before smiling, “I think it looks better on you than it did on me.”

“O-O-Of course!” You blush and gaze straight ahead at his chest, which was an even worse idea since you could see the way his neck merged with his collarbones and suddenly had the urge to lick—

You hear a smirk and slowly look up at his face that screamed ‘I know what you’re thinking’. “Is there… something you want?” He said with a playful tone.

The temperature of your body just keeps rising as your short-circuited brain tries to think of something witty to say back. But eventually, you just find yourself nodding. You see his face flicker with surprise but then quickly replace with that same cocky grin, “What is it?” 

You notice the dryness of your lips before speaking, “Food.” You say quickly and immediately turn towards the direction of the dining room, escaping successfully. You breathe a sigh of relief but don’t dare to turn around to look at him as you hear him stifle a laugh. 

—-

“Omo!” You gasp and place both hands over your mouth as you stare in awe at the TV screen. Your eyes were glued to the little boy wearing a puffy white jacket and a cap slightly tilted on his head. “You are so young here!!”

After dinner and cleaning up, you were now sitting on the floor of the living room going through the random DVD collections Jiyong had stashed away. Right now, it was a music video of a tiny G-Dragon rapping “My Age is 13” and you couldn’t help but be amazed by how young he had started out. 

“You wrote this yourself?!” You asked while listening carefully to the lyrics.

“Yeah.” He says almost nervously, “Pretty bad, huh?”

You shake your head, “No! It’s really good! For someone so young, you were able to come up with something like this! It’s amazing!” You look at him with complete enthusiasm. For a second, you think you can see his cheeks flush but he turns his attention back to the screen and awkwardly coughs before you can confirm it.

“It’s alright,” He smiles softly as you see the reflection of the screen move in his eyes, “I can write much better stuff now.” The expression on his face was soft and seemed almost relaxed.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you realize that he’s staring back at you now and the video had ended. Quickly, you divert your attention back to the rows of CDs where you pulled the last video from. Your eyes catch on one that has ‘Ggo Ma Roora’ written on it. 

“What about this one?” You pick it up and show it to him. You watch him read the writing and then wince. 

“Oh that…” He says with a sigh, “I think I was six years old? We had to dance and sing to that song ‘The Angel Who Lost Wings’ by Roo’ra.”

“Six?!” You exclaim with excitement, “We HAVE to watch this one. Can we?” You look at him with pleading eyes, which he just sighs and nods in response. 

You squeal happily while replacing the previous CD with the one you were holding into the DVD player. You sit back and hug your knees to your chest as you wait for the video to load. Finally, the screen shows a small background as four small children run to the center of it.

“Oh god…” You hear Jiyong mutter with dread. You glance to Jiyong who you notice is already covering his face with his hands before returning your attention back to the screen.

The music starts without zooming in on the kids’ faces but the voice already sounds a little too familiar. The camera zooms in closer and you can see that there are two boys and two girls jumping and dancing with all their energy. A wide smile was already spread onto your face as a close up on one of the boys appeared. He was wearing a baggy grey-ish black suit jacket with a matching baggy pants and a striped beanie. Once you saw that baby face of his, you couldn’t help it. 

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAH!” You squealed almost to the point of laughing as you pointed at the little Jiyong. “That’s you!!” Now you were definitely laughing but tried hard to keep your eyes open and on the little dragon at all times.

Just when you thought you had control of your giddiness, you let out another squeal when little Jiyong began to sing along with his little hand gestures and his mini ‘swag’.

“You haven’t changed at all!!” You tap repeatedly on Jiyong’s arm while still keeping your eyes on the screen.

“I should’ve never let you watch this… YAH, you’re hurting my ears!” He tries to brush away your excessive tapping while you squeal every time little Jiyong had a close up.

“Do you still remember this song and dance?” Your cheeks were getting sore from all the smiling but the more you watched the video, the harder it was to NOT smile.

“Sort of. I mean watching it now makes me remember most of it.” He says with a bored tone.

Your eyes pull away from the screen towards him with an idea. If it were possible, your smile grew even bigger just thinking about what you were about to ask him.

“Jiyong…”

“What?” He looks back at you. At first, he’s completely oblivious but soon realization hits him as he shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Pleeeassseeee!” You whine and turn to face him, “I want to see it live!”

“No. There is no way I’m doing it.” He crosses his arms in a huge ‘X’, “Forget about it.”

You pout and try your best attempt of puppy-dog eyes but it has no affect on him.  

“No.” He repeats, “Doing that will be pure torture!”

“Fine. Don’t do it then.” You say before turning your body completely around so that your back was facing him and putting on your best possible poker face.

 “Hey…” He mumbles as you feel him inch closer to you. “______-ah…” He places a hand on your shoulder but you brush it off immediately. “I just can’t do it… it will completely strip the man out of me.”

You remain silent and cross your arms in front of your chest. “Babe…” He gets even closer spreading out both of his legs on either side of you and about to wrap his arms around you. “Don’t be mad.”

Things were silent for a while as you can feel your plan working. But just as you think he was going to crack, he speaks, “Fine. If you’re going to be like this…” And just like that he gets up and walks towards his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

You wait for a bit longer, not sure what that “fine” meant, but just as you started worrying that you took it too far, you hear a familiar song spreading throughout the apartment. You glance over at the TV in the living room and see that it was still paused. You focus more on where the music is coming from and notice that it’s coming from down the hall.

Placing your bags back down, you move towards the hall to get a better view and see speakers that were placed on the floor at the very end next to Jiyong’s room. ‘Oh my god… he’s really…?’

Before you could break into a smile, Jiyong suddenly slides out of his room now wearing a puffy black jacket and a baseball cap tilted to the side, just like when he was younger. You cover your gaping mouth with your hands as you watch this 25 year-old man dance like when he was six years old.

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He kept his eyes towards the ground the whole time as he danced and sung to the song, his matured voice mixing with the voice of his younger self. You could feel a squeal trying to crawl out of your throat but tried to suppress it as best as you could, afraid you might miss something from this rare sight.

You eyes couldn’t help but roam all over his body as he danced, moving his hips side to side. It was absolutely ridiculous… but surprisingly hot. When six year-old Jiyong danced, it was adorable but now watching the older version of him dance he was still able to make such simple moves so cool.

As he started rapping, his voice cracked a little as he tried to rap along with the higher pitched voices. Your eyes met as he continued but he quickly used his free hand to cover his face making you laugh. Soon, you found yourself completely entranced by his performance that you were clapping and smiling goofily at him. 

Finally, the song came to an end and he hit the last beat by punching his fist into the air before sinking into a squat and hiding his face in his hands. You quickly rushed to his side and bent down to his level, still with your goofy and completely satisfied smile.

“Jiyongie~” You chuckle happily while placing your hand on his arm. He tries to nudge it away and waddles away from you, his hands still covering his face. “Jiyong, look at me. Come on.” You say while rubbing his back.

He slowly turns back around to you. Taking this chance, you grab his hands and pull it away from his face and am welcomed by the reddest face you’ve ever seen Jiyong have.

You bite your bottom lip to suppress your laugh as you see him frown at you, “Happy now?” He asks obviously annoyed with a hurt pride. You giggle while nodding your head one too many times. “Extremely happy.”

As thanks, you lean in and press your lips to his but keep it there for a good second or two. When you pull back, his eyes were wide and you think he might have gone a darker shade of red. “Your reward.” You explain not bothering to hide your own redness in your cheeks.

The dazed look on his face fades away as the corner of his lip slightly curves up. “You drive me crazy.”

-

'I think HE is the one that is making me crazy.’ You think to yourself as you stand nervously at the edge of his bed. Finally, it was the moment you’ve been dreading since you got here.

“What are you doing just standing there?” He says with a knowing smirk while lying on one side of the bed. He was changed into a white shirt and pajama pants and his blonde hair almost dry now. “Get in bed.”

Your heart jumps at the word ‘bed’ as uneasiness flows through your blood. You shake your head, “A-A-Actually, I think I’ll just sleep on the couch.” You say while taking a step back. But before you could fully turn around and retreat, you feel his hand around your wrist as he tugs you off center and fall onto the bed.

When your brain finally catches up to what just happened, you realize that you were on your side and fully pressed up against him and his arm was resting over your body. The heat from his arm burning against your own bare skin made you suddenly aware of how little the pajamas you was wearing covered your body. Usually, you wore a shirt and shorts to sleep, but for some (dumb) reason, you decided to bring nicer pajamas: matching baby blue spaghetti strap top and shorts.

“Comfy?” You feel his breath tickle your ear making you jolt and push him away.

“Y-Yah!” You manage to sit up and cover your still tingling ear with your hand, “Don’t do that!” 

“Don’t do what?” He leans on his elbow, elevating his upper body while looking at you. 

“You know…” You are cut off as you watch his eyes begin to run over your body, as if taking in every little bit of you. It was so intense that you could feel the heat from his stare. You quickly grab the blankets and wrap yourself up into a ball, not caring if you were using the whole thing. “Don’t do that either! If you keep this up, I’m really sleeping on the couch and taking this blanket with me!”

He chuckles as he tries to pull the blanket away from you, “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” The more he tugged the more you resisted, “Come on, I’m getting cold.”

Hearing that, you pout and ease your grip on the blankets allowing him to take just enough to cover himself with. “Now lie down.” He pats the space next to him invitingly. “I promise I won’t do anything.”

You hesitate for just a moment but eventually give in to the craving of wanting to be beside him. You keep your eyes on him to make sure he wasn’t planning anything sneaky as you lower yourself down onto your side so that you could see him clearly.

He also turned to his side to face me while wearing a smile. “Good girl. Now stay.”

Your brows furrow and you were about to say that you aren’t a pet but he had already edged in closer to you, closing the gap that was between the two of you. Your words and breath caught in your throat as you felt how close he was, but you couldn’t move. His eyes slowly closed and his face began to relax.

“Don’t move away,” he says quietly making your heart skip a beat, “I can’t sleep without you near me.”

You blush and weakly nod even though he couldn’t see you since his eyes were still shut. But you see him smile meaning that he probably felt it. As you laid there in silence facing each other, you couldn’t help but gaze at his face, trying to memorize every curve and line.

It surprised you how flawless and smooth his skin was but you guess it’s required to have such good skin being an idol in the public eye. You let your eyes wander from his forehead down to his eyes, noticing his short but thick set of eyelashes, making it appear as if he was wearing eyeliner. You also never noticed before the small crows feet at the corner of his eyes, it made you smile knowing that it’s forms whenever he smiles. But, along with those signs of happiness there were also the bags and dark circles under his eyes. Before you could stop yourself, your fingers were already lightly tracing the space underneath his eyes. You stopped abruptly, worried that he might be awake but he doesn’t budge to your touch. You watched his chest move up and down in even movements before deeming it safe to say he was asleep. 

You pull your hand back as you continue your adventure down his face. Your eyes land at the space between his nose and lips where you see one or two little stubbles of hair. “Omo…” You whisper to yourself and smile. You lean back to take in the whole view of his face and try to imagine him with a mustache and beard but an image doesn’t come to mind. Regardless, he was still undeniably handsome making you sigh with wonder. Finally, your eyes come down to his lips and observe how pink and soft they looked.

Unconsciously, you lick your lips as you continued to stare and can’t help but think back to moments when those lips were on yours. Just as they looked, they were incredibly soft and warm as if it could spread that same warmth through the entirety of your body. As a result the sudden craving hit you, making you want to feel that warmth again. 

You glance up at his eyes, double-checking to see that they are closed, before inching yourself closer and closer to him. You stop when you feel both of your body heats merging with one another and gaze up at his lips again. The closer they were, the more inviting it was.

Slowly and cautiously, you strain your neck and pucker your lips to reach his. You check his eyes again before bridging that last little bit of space and are finally welcomed by his warmth. You felt your heart and body completely melt into a little puddle of goo just at the feeling. You couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Since all good things have to come to an end, you pull yourself away and see that he was still fast asleep. A small giggle escapes your lips at the thought of being able to steal a kiss from him.

'Geez he is really aslee—’

In a flash, your heart leaps in surprise as you find yourself on your back staring up at the “used-to-be” sleeping figure that was now hovering dangerously close above you, trapping you between his arms and legs. His eyes now open and giving that intense and hungry stare from before.

“Sneaky girl.” He says with a sexy smirk, “Taking advantage of me while I’m trying to sleep.” He leans in closer making you feel his hot breath brush your skin, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You didn’t know if it was from the kiss, the position you bother were in, or the sexiness of his voice but an immense feeling of warmth was bubbling up from the pit of your stomach, pushing out the word from your throat in a whisper, “Oops.”

“’Oops’ is right.” He says before crashing his lips onto yours blowing all of your senses and the ability to think away into the night. 

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