the guys move and look around when they speak

Comfort

Notes- Tate is upset with Violet and you comfort him. You both realize that you share feelings for each other. Fluffy, there’s a cute kiss and cuddles. There’s like two curse words because it’s Tate. 

Words- 842

Requested By-  @justagirlwithblog


“I can’t take this,” Tate yelled as he stomped up the staircase. You had just gotten home from college that day. It hadn’t been that long ago since you bought the notorious so called “murder house”. You had just turned nineteen and had to get away from where you were. Your parents had died in an awful accident and you were left with all of their things. You pack some up and sold the rest which gave you the amount needed to buy your current home. Most nights you weren’t studying, you had to work until at least midnight to make sure you could keep up with the money needed to take care of your home. It was a good thing you didn’t have work tonight, seeing as how Tate is acting.

You threw your bag down on the floor racing up the stairs and calling out his name. A door into one of the rooms was suddenly slammed shut. You walked over to it and carefully opened  the door. No one appeared to be in the room, yet you could feel the ghost boy’s presence. “Tate, if you want to talk about this we can. I’m here for you,” you softly said aloud. Tate appeared in front of you. He looked angry and completely overwhelmed with emotion.  “What’s wrong,” you tentatively asked.

“She won’t stop being a bitch. Every time I try to do anything she just pisses me off or makes me feel like shit.”

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Violet.”

“She just treats me like I’m God awful and acts like I don’t already know that.”

Tate’s voice quivered as the sentence left his lips. He sat down on the ground and drew his knees to his chest. You could hear him start to cry and sat down next to him. “Tate, from what you’ve been like for the short time I’ve lived here you haven’t seemed like a bad guy.” Tate still sat there crying and didn’t even look at you like he normally does when you speak. 

You placed your hand on his back and started to rub up and down his spine. If he wouldn’t listen to words right now you’d just show him comfort instead. He moved closer to you and looked up at you before he wrapped his arms around you. Tate buried his face in your chest and continued crying. You played with his hair and waited for him to calm down enough to talk again. “You really don’t think I’m horrible,” Tate asked as he wiped his nose off.

“Why would I? You always let me vent to you and try to help me study and cheer me up.”

“You don’t know much about me though.”

“I don’t need to,” you said,”I only care about how you act now.”

Tate sat in front of you and looked you up in down. It was almost as if he was studying you and stopped to take in your eyes. Your eyes didn’t compare to his deep brown ones. They were beautifully dark and full of emotions. His hands slowly moved to yours and he gave you a glance as if asking to hold them. You nodded your head and he wrapped his hands around yours. “Maybe instead of worrying about Violet, I should worry about you,” Tate said.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you looked down at the floor. Tate pulled you into his lap and caressed your face as he placed his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and tender, which you didn’t expect from the usually snarky boy. You could feel your body give into him as you let out a low moan and parted your lips. His tongue found it’s way around your mouth leaving you to do the same to his. You parted so you could take in breath and Tate pulled you against his chest. 

“ I want you to be mine and I don’t know for sure if you feel the same way, but gauging by that kiss I’d say that answer is in my favor,” Tate said.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered back.

“Can we hangout for the rest of night,” Tate questioned.

“Of course, but let’s go lay on the couch and watch tv or something.”

“Okay.”

With that, you both walked downstairs and took your places on the big, comfy couch. Tate laid down in front of you. Your body shaped around his and he pulled your arm over his side. He played with your fingers as you watched the television. He rolled over to face you and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. 

You could feel yourself getting sleepy and cuddle as close as you could against Tate. As you began to fall asleep you could feel Tate lift you up. He carried you to your bed and laid down next to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist as you feel asleep with him carefully watching over you.


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Ditto

Originally posted by nnochu

Character(s): Reader X Jimin

Genre: fluff, romance, slight?smut (not rlly any smut)

Warning(s): none

Length: 1.8k

Summary: In which you need a favor and Jimin, your next door neighbor, is wearing a maid costume, ready to help.


Good friends are hard to come by.

The thought passes through your mind fleetingly as you stare at Yoongi’s crumpled form on your couch, surrounded by empty chip bags and take out containers.

“My god,” he groans, flinging an arm over his eyes in mock distress, “How do you not have any more food?”

Your eyes narrow as you stand in the doorframe of your kitchen, pantry and refrigerator empty. “Maybe,” you hiss, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking your hip, “It’s because you sat there and ate everything I have at 6:30 AM and now my mom is coming over and she’s going to think I can’t function as an adult in the real world!”

Yoongi snorts, lifting his arm off his face to crack open one eye, “You only had three bags of chips and a tub of ice cream, sweetheart. You’re no functioning adult.”

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Concussion (PT Diaries, Episode 16)

Requested by anon: Would you please do a PT diaries where you make an unpopular decision and pull Crosby out of a crucial game because of an injury he gets in the game. He and some of the team are pissed, but Geno stands up for her and tries to comfort her when she gets upset at the team’s over reaction when she was only trying to protect Sidney’s health.

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about it. I hope you like it though.

Word count: 998

Warnings: Angst (just a lil)

Episode 1  Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4  Episode 5  Episode 6  Episode 7  Episode 8  Episode 9  Episode 10  Episode 11  Episode 12  Episode 13  Episode 14  Episode 15

Master list

Originally posted by puckducky

“No Sidney, you can’t go back.” I say, turning the small flashlight off.

First game of the Stanley Cup Playoffs and of course Sidney Crosby has to be checked head-first against a wall. Dr. Wright has done a concussion exam as soon as the Captain left the ice, but he wanted my opinion on the matter too, and my answer was no. Sidney has had many concussions in the past, way too many for me to just let him get on the ice again before getting a CT scan to check that everything is in order.

“But (y/n) –” Sidney starts to complain, but I stop him quickly.

“Sidney, this is serious.” I tell him, sitting next to him on the stretcher. “You cannot afford to play with a concussion. A bad hit would end your career… and that would be the best scenario.”

“But it’s the Playo –” He starts again, but I cut him out just as fast.

“I’m sorry, Sid. I’m not going to clear you out.” They are my final words, nothing is going to make me change my mind. “I’ll call the hospital. They are going to be waiting for you.”

Sidney sighs and lowers his head, defeated. I know that some people are not going to be happy about my decision, but I can’t risk it, I care more about the players’ health than I do about the Stanley Cup.

“Have Coach tell the team.” Sid says suddenly, holding himself on my shoulder to get up. “They are gonna want your head and you are just doing your job.”

“I’ll tell them.” I say, shaking my head. “It’s my choice and I stand by it.”


 

“Where is Sidney?” Matt Cullen asks as I walk in the room. The first period is over and we are down by two goals.

“On his way to the hospital.” I say, leaning against the wall, looking around at the guys.

“But Coach said that the doctor cleared him out.” Phil yells from across the room and I chew my bottom lip for a second.

“Dr. Wright did the concussion examination and determined that Sid didn’t show any symptoms of having a concussion –” I explain. “But I sent him to the hospital to get checked out.”

I’ve known the guys for a while now, I know the way they move, what are their weak spots and also when they are mad, and most of them are really mad right now.

“You did what?” Phil is the first one to speak, but I know that he won’t be the only one to do it. “This isn’t a regular game, (y/n). This is a Playoffs game.”

“We need our top scorer.” Justin Schultz says and I run my fingers through my hair. “You don’t get it, we need him.”

“If we lose tonight it will be your fault.” I don’t even know who says it, but his words go right where it hurts the most.

I don’t want to make Playoffs more difficult for the team, I really want them to win the Cup. I know how much they have worked to get here, I was there to see it, but Sidney’s health matters to me more than a spot on the Cup, so I stand my ground and swallow my tears before they even begin to form. I’m about to defend my choice when someone starts talking.

“Hey, hey.” Geno says, standing up and walking to the middle of the room. “It’s not her fault. We have win for Sid.”

“Geno, stop defending her.” I hear another voice, but my brain forces itself to not recognize it. It just hurts less that way. “If we lose it’s because she sent our best player to the hospital when he was fine.”

“If you don’t shut up, you’ll be with Sid in the hospital.” Geno’s voice is low and raspy, and no one says anything else.


 

I sit on the stretcher swinging my legs back and forth, deep in thought. I never went back to the ice to watch the game, but by the screams of the crowd I can tell that Geno and the others turned the game around, winning on overtime. I’ve always taken pride on standing by actions, owning my mistakes, but I really think that what I did was the right thing to do; which doesn’t stop me from being upset about how the guys reacted. I’m so deep inside my head that I don’t realize that someone has come in the room until he shakes me by the shoulder.

“You good?” Geno asks, sitting next to me on the stretcher.

“I guess.” I say, not taking my eyes off my shoes. “Tell the guys that I say congrats on the win.”

“You tell they.” He says, his grammar making me chuckle slightly. I’ve always found those small mistakes adorable.

“I think that they are not too happy with me right now.” I shrug it off and he sighs.

“They love you, (y/n).” The way my name plays on his lips make me shiver. “They feel bad.”

It’s probably true, we all say things that we don’t think when we are angry or frustrated and we just need to pour that anger onto someone, so I nod quietly, accepting the ‘apology’.

“Is Sid good?” His next question surprises me, making me look up at his face. He seems genuinely concerned about his Captain.

“I think so, yeah.” I say. “He has had so many concussions… I just needed to know everything was fine. A bad hit and he could be done with hockey for good.”

Geno nods, but doesn’t say anything. He seems to be thinking about what I’ve just said, so we sit on the stretcher in a comfortable silence. He has just been cleared out to play after what it felt like an eternity.

“(y/n).” He says and I look at him again. “Thanks for take care of us.”

Soulmate!Jeonghan

(notes! Almost done with seventeen! Whoop whoop! Request please!)

•Okay so this is the one that is that one day, for 24 hours you switch bodies with your soulmate
•you never know what day, it happens randomly

•okay so you’re literally terrified of switching bodies one day
•the day your grandma told you about her experience, how when she was thirteen she woke up in a prison cell
•that she never tried to meet her soulmate because he was years older then her, and a murder
•and she was told when she had tried to reach out to him, years later, had Killed himself
•you sobbed to say the least
•what if you got stuck, in your soulmates body
•or if he did something terrible in your body
•what if your soulmate had just murdered somebody???
•in order to fight this dumb fear, but somehow valid fear
•you learned a bunch of skills
•learning Korean, Chinese, cooking, karate
•when you mastered something, you moved on
•you took singing classes too, but in your words, ‘the guy looks like he’d slice my throats if I sang the wrong note’
•but you’re thirteen, and your voice is pretty scratchy and breaks
•so you’re just like ????
•what else is he expecting???

•the fear gets better as you age
•thankfully
•but you still feel a little strange
•and you never know when it’ll happen
•or what language they speak
•so you’re learning a few more
•and you have post it notes stuck around your house in the languages you do speak
•little notes next to the bed, saying your name, age, and preferred pronouns
•notes in the kitchen saying what to eat, if you’re on diet
•and directions to where you work
•and where you go to school
•and emergency phone numbers in case something happens
•your friends all like to make fun of the neon post it notes strung around your apartment
•but you shrug the jokes aside
•"better safe than sorry"

•so one day as you’re walking back from your part time job
•you feel off somehow
•like you’re on auto pilot
•as if someone else is controlling your body
•shaking it off as tiredness
•you hurry to get home, and sleep
•once you get inside and lock the door behind you
•you hurry up and eat dinner
•and go into the bedroom
•throwing yourself on the bed
•feeling yourself drift off, you curled yourself up under the blanket

•sitting up as you hear a bunch of movement around
•"hyung!“
•someone whined
•making you realize 'oh shit’
•throwing your legs over the side of the bed
•you sat up, looking around at your surroundings
•there was another boy on next to you on the bed and two talking in the doorway
•"hello?”
•you asked the boys, hoping that they spoke one of the languages you did
•"hyung is speaking English?“
•the boy from the hallway questioned
•so it was Korean, and luckily you did speak it
•and there were Korean post it notes hung around the house
•so he should be fine
•hopefully
•standing up, you walked to where a bunch of other males were fooling around
•"wow! Hyung is actually up”
•there was sounds of teasing
•but you were only slightly amused
•since you were in a whole other country!!
•"uhhh I’m not your hyung.“
•you spoke slowly, not used to this voice
•"yeah right”
•a boy with black hair said, with very muscular thighs said
•shaking your head at his response
•"I’m really not, my name is y/n, I’m twenty one years old.“
•you told the seven males in the room (not counting yourself)
•causing them to laugh at your apparently funny joke
•"if you guys laugh one more time, I’m going to go explore wherever this is by myself, exactly how I am now”
•you said in English, kind of angry at the males
•making two of the males in the kitchen stare out you with wide eyes
•looking at the two of them with your eyebrows raised at them
•"I guess you’re not jeonghan.“
•a boy with kind eyes smiled at you
•causing you to smile at him
•waving at the other males, now that you’ve got two of them to believe you
•the boy kind eyes explain the situation
•"I’m Joshua.”
•kind eyes greeted, waving
•"that’s seungcheol, hoshi, jun, Minghao, mingyu, and wonwoo,“
•"the one sleeping in the room, was jihoon, chan and seungkwan were in the doorway. There one more called dokyeom”
•Joshua said pointing at the males
•waving to the males
•you asked what they were doing at the table and what jeonghan usually does
•they laughed when you asked at that
•"nothing.“
•Minghao said, still laughing

•one by one the males left the apartment
•leaving you and jihoon left
•by your count, you had roughly seven hours left
•having slept most of the day
•you were no longer tired
•and jihoon was in the bathroom now
•walking to the bedroom, you looked for some paper, and a writing utensil
•writing your social media on the paper so he could contact you when this was over
•sitting on the bed, you waited for jihoon to get out of the bathroom
•looking at the beige walls
•which had framed pictures on them, most being with the boys you met today
•hearing jihoon’s footsteps coming out
•you asked him if there was a gym, or a library nearby
•making him raise an eyebrow at you but nodded nonetheless
•standing up, you walked out of the room
•and put on a pair of sneakers that he had thankfully
•according to Seungcheol and Joshua
•your soulmate was lazy and mischievous
•he was in good shape so you figured he went to the gym
•your thoughts had been proven true when you looked through his wallet to find a membership card
•the green haired male put on his shoes and lead you out of the apartment
•you were told not to leave unless you were with someone
•when you arrived at the gym, you waved to jihoon and thanked him for bringing you here
•he smiled and waved, leaving you there
•you walked up to the desk, and showed her the membership
•and then you worked out, hoping that would tire you out
•because you really did not want to be awake while the switch happened
• working out for two and a half hours
•you decided you were finished
•walking into the locker room
•trying to figure if you should shower or if you should stay sweaty
•taking a really quick shower should be fine you decided
•standing in the shower, feeling the drops of water trail down your, jeonhan’s body you showered
•when you finished, your shower you dressed back in his clothes
•leaving the gym, you tried to remember the way to his house
•luckily you weren’t too far away and made it
•you had been at the gym for three hours
•you only had four hours left
•so you decided to clean up
•mopping, sweeping, dusting
•not in that order
•you cleaned the whole apartment
•going to the kitchen, you looked around to see what he had
•quickly making some pancakes, leaving some in a plastic container
•putting the extra in the fridge
•walking to the couch, you eat the pancakes while watching tv
•on tv was a show called produce 101
•getting caught into the show, crying when some of the boys cried
•when the episode finished, you put the plate in the sink and washed it, along with the others
•trudging to the bed, you pulled his sweaty gross pants off and threw it into the hamper
•taking off the shirt too and doing the same
•you curled up with the blanket
•falling into a deep sleep quickly

•when you woke up, you quickly sat up
•patting your body, you made sure it was you
•not the male from yesterday
•letting out a sigh of relief when you realized it was in fact your body
•laying back down, you turned to your side
•noticing a neon pink post it next to your yellow ones
•'hello! I’m jeonghan, your soulmate~ thank you for leaving notes~ it helped a lot! Tweet me cutie!’
•under that was a twitter handle
•giggling at his way of writing
•you went back to sleep
•dreaming of the boy with long hair
•playing pranks and cuddling together

•"it’s not fair how pretty you guys are!”
•"shut up seungkwan!“

Bad Meets Evil ~ Void smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Void Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 3794

Synopsis: You are on a mission of sorts when you cross paths with Void Stiles

A/N: I’m sorry this is so full of smut I needed to do a Void smut. There’s some Latin in this, because I love me some google translate. If you’re like me and like to listen to music while reading, I highly suggest anything by Massive Attack, it just fits so well with this. Enjoy the trash ya heathens 

WARNING: This is the first time I’m putting a warning on my smut. This gets kind of intense. A little choking, definitely spanking, hair pulling, rough fingering and penetration. I’m sorry if I haven’t done the warnings quite right but if any of this makes you uncomfortable DON’T READ IT!



When vengeance takes over your life, it’s hard to think about much else. Most people my age would be having fun in their freshman year of college. Going to parties, dating, being your normal youth of today. But my life is not like the average nineteen or twenty year old. It never has been and somehow, I’m completely okay with that. Right now my focus is on one thing, well, one person. I came to Beacon Hills to kill Peter Hale, to make sure he suffers until his last dying breath. He has no idea. Why would he?

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Reaction to You Having a Past Violent Relationship and Sometimes Flinching Away From Their Touch. . .

A/N this is a sensitive topic and I know some people will feel offended or hurt, but this could also help someone feel better about their situation. If this may upset you, please do NOT read further! I wish every one love, comfort and happiness.

Kai ~


Namjoon…

Namjoon would be cautious whenever he would touch you. However he would make it his mission to get to the point where you would become so accustomed with his touch that you would never flinch from his touch or be slightly frightened when he suddenly touched you. He would never push you because he wouldn’t want you to be scared of him. He would also speak to the other members about your sensitivity to touch and would make sure they know to be cautious around you whenever you went visit them at the dorm. However he wouldn’t give them the details about it for your own privacy. He would be very protective of you and would hold you close to him, by the waist, when you guys are out in public.

*gently intertwines his fingers with yours and looks to you to see your reaction*

“This okay baby?”

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts


Jin…

He would move slowly with you. He would always make sure you were comfortable with what he would do. If he saw fear in your eyes or you slightly flinch, he would retreat his touch and make sure he reminds you that he would never lay his hands on you like that. He would then probably continue to pull you into a hug gently or lightly kiss your cheek. He would watch you closely with the other members and make sure you are comfortable at all times. If he sensed you were uncomfortable he would move you guys into his room or tell the guys to settle down more.

“I love you and would never hurt you. You know that right?”

Originally posted by jhopefluxo


Yoongi…

Amazingly, with his persistence and patience, you were already comfortable with physical contact with him. It took a long time for him to get you completely comfortable with him and to never flinch when he would touch you, but you still had a hard time with other people, especially with men who reminded you of your ex (even being in their presence would upset you). So while waiting for him backstage after BTS’ performance, when you saw a man who looked distinctly like your ex, you froze up while your heartbeat sped up. When he came back, seeing the state you were in (pure panic) he pull you close to him, blocking the man out of your view and whisper in your ear.

“You’re okay. Just breath in and out. Just listen to my voice baby. Just listen to my voice.”


J-Hope…

He would treat you normally, knowing that eventually you would get used to his touch. He wouldn’t push you though, he knew his boundaries and would never go past them. He would be so in touch with your moods and emotions that he would know when and when not to touch you. However, he is protective of you and wouldn’t let anyone get too close to you in public, and he would remind the other members to be aware of your discomfort with touch.

*holds your hand without warning and smiles to you

“I love yooouuuu~ And you love meeeeee Jagi~!”

Originally posted by butterfly-bangtan-sky


Jimin…

This boy is practically your personal guard dog. He made sure that even his band members wouldn’t get too touchy with you. Whether it was a hand on your shoulder or a friendly arm around your shoulders. He would force you to show him a picture of your ex so he would know what he looked like, from then on, he would keep an eye out for anyone who looked even slightly like him. If there was someone who looked like him he would make sure to distract you and keep you from looking in that direction. If anyone did get too close to you he would call you over to him, pull you over to him or put himself between you two and simply smile down at you with his award winning smile.

“Jagiiiiii~ look at meee~ am I cute?”

Originally posted by khyunie


Taehyung…

He would never push you, and was very cautious with you. He would never take your hand of put his hands on you unless you gave him permission. Even if you told him were already comfortable with his touch, he would still ask for your permission to touch you. The only time he wouldn’t ask is if you guys were out in public, or he could see you were nervous about something. Afterwards he would apologize for holding your hand or touching you without asking first.

“Ah, sorry, you just looked uncomfortable. Are you okay? I didn’t startle you too much, did I?”

Originally posted by younas


Jungkook…

This scared little bunny would not touch you. He would be too terrified. He would be too scared that he would scare you, and that would be the last thing he would want. For you to be scared of him. However, he would be patient and you would be patient with him, and over time you would eventually become accustomed with his touch and he would notice. As soon as he notices you are comfortable with his touch, he would always have you close to him ready to protect you from anything that would seem harmful to you in his eyes, even if you had no problem with it.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me Y/N.”

Originally posted by jjks

{Hope this is what you wanted Anon! Keep the requests coming in!

Kai~ }

Cheer Up Buttercup

 A/N: So I’m a totally Dolan Twins fanatic and their Coachella posts have got me in my feels so I decided to write an imagine based on Grayson so, I hope you guys enjoy ♡

warnings: Pretty crappy and horrible time skip transitions so my apologies. 


You sat at the counter, twisting left and right as you ate your bagel. You kept glancing up at Grayson who stood at the stove, making pancakes for him and Ethan with his back to you. 

The twins had asked you the week prior if you would go shopping with them for Coachella, and you accepted, always grateful to help people out. But, as soon as Ethan let out inside the apartment and you caught a glimpse of Grayson, you automatically knew something was wrong, by the way his shoulders slouched and his eyes were constantly looking down.

You of course asked him if he was okay and he mumbled a yes, kissing your head before going to make breakfast; you didn’t believe him one bit. 

Through the whole time of dating Grayson, you have never seen him upset. You’ve seen him angry, embarrass, and of course those occasional sad moments while watching a movie, but him and Ethan both were always so upbeat and happy. This, was something new for you. 

You sat your bagel down, taking your phone out your pocket and opening snapchat. 

“Whoa Gray! Look at you cooking without your shirt!”

Grayson turned around at the sound of you speaking his name, seeing you sitting there with a grin as you angled your phone at him. He couldn’t help but to grin back, a spike of happiness at your compliment and happy face.

“Thanks babe,”


Graysons happy mood lasted through breakfast, but it quickly vanished when you guys slid into the car. You sat in the back, laughing as Ethan went crazy with his dace moves, doing his best to keep control of the wheel in the process. 

Grayson was leaning against the door, gazing out the window silently. 

You guys pulled up the mall and you all got out. Ethan went ahead of you two, excited to shop. Grayson slowly followed him and you ran up, grabbing a hold of his hand.

“You look good today,” you said, “I mean, you look good everyday. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not looking good. Even in those horrible looking screenshots, you look good,”

Grayson smiled, looking at you as you stared in front of you, rambling on about his appearance. He squeezed your hand, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“You look good too Y/N,”


The shopping portion went rather well. You gave the boys your opinions on their outfits and helped them throw some stuff together, while finding some stuff for yourself; you also made sure to throw compliments at Grayson about his hair every now and than just to see him smile at you. You helped take pictures of them with some fans and some even asked for you to join in the photo as well, which made you happy.  Now, the three of you were sitting in the food court. 

“Thanks for tagging along Y/N,” Ethan said through a mouthful of food. You smiled at him, shrugging a bit.

“Yeah of course. I’m always glad to help. You guys, are gonna look great at Coachella. Cameron too,” 

“And, it’s all because of you,” Grayson said making you smile at him.

“It’s a shame you can’t go with us, but I’m sure New York will be even better,” Ethan said before standing up, “I gotta pee so I’ll be right back,” 

You watched as he walked away before looking back at Grayson who sat across from you. He picked at his food, his mood and expression changing within a second. You pulled out your phone, doing your best to not make it noticeable when you snapped a few pictures of him; of course he noticed.

“Why are you taking pictures of me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at you.

“I couldn’t help it, you’re very pretty,” You said still looking down at your phone. 

Grayson grinned for about the thousandth time at your thousandth compliment since this morning. 

“I like when you smile. It makes me happy,” you said, looking up at him finally. 

“I’m always smiling,” 

“That would explain why I’m always happy,” 

The two of you stared at each other happily. Grayson opened his mouth to tell you something, but was cut off by Ethan running back over.

“Yo Gray, some of the guys are here. They wanna hang for a bit,” He exclaimed before looking at you. “You don’t mind do you Y/N? Being the only girl?”

You shook your head, “Nah. Of course not,” You and Grayson stood, throwing out your trash and following Ethan towards their friends. 

Grayson still seemed pretty down, even with the guys being around. He held onto your hand tightly and you listened to their conversations, laughing along to some jokes. They’d constantly bring you in, not wanting you to feel left out, but you didn’t mind just listening. 

You heard Grayson sigh quietly and you slowed down your walking pace, him doing the same with out questioning. You waited until the others were out of hearing range before speaking.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, glancing at Graysons now serious expression. 

“What? Nothing,” 

You stopped, causing him to stumble at the sudden action of you jerking him. He looked at your concern expression and sighed.

“Are you sure you can’t come to Coachella? I can pay for you and I’ll also pay for another concert ticket for you and Y/B/F,” 

“Gray,” you said sighing, “I told you I was fine with not going. You guys are already paying for Cameron to go, plus I want you to have fun for once without me tagging along,”

“But, it won’t be fun without you,” he said frowning.

“Is this why you’ve been so upset? Because I’m not going to Cochella?”

He sighed, “It’s not just that. You’re gonna be in New York which is across the country. I’m afraid you’re gonna like it better there and not want to come back or you’re gonna run into some hot, 23 year old model and fall in love,” 

“First of all, that’s illegal because I’m underage and second of all you’re a hot model Gray. You don’t think I’m upset about you staying here in LA while I’m somewhere else? You’re gonna be surrounded by all these smoking hot girls-”

“You’re a smoking hot girl!”

“I meant girls hotter than me, and I’m paranoid that you’re gonna run into some hot 23 year old model and fall in love,”

“That’s illegal because I’m underage,” 

You rolled your eyes at him throwing your own words back at you. 

“I’m serious Y/N!” He exclaimed, “It happens in movies all the time!”

You reached up, grabbing his face and bringing his lips to yours. Grayson was caught by surprise, but quickly kissed back, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You two finally pulled away in a time span that didn’t feel like enough.

“Better?”

“I might need a few more,” 

You laughed, nudging him a bit, “Later, right now we need to find the guy,”

He groaned, but took your hand away mumbling as he pulled you along.

“There you two are! Where have you guys been?” Ethan asked as you two got closer.

“We got distracted by something, sorry” You said.

“ You okay Grayson? Your face is pretty red,” 

Grayson glanced at you before looking at his brother, smiling.

“Never been better,” 

bakamuraaa  asked:

Love your blog btw! :) Could I pls request a scenario where the boys get jealous seeing their crush or s/o talking to another fellow classmate who is too close for comfort? Kasamatsu, Izuki, Himuro, Midorima and Takao. Thank you!

Thank you very much C: Of course I can write jealous boys! Such cuties!


Himuro: For the most part, Himuro is calm and collected. He’s a charmer when it comes to the ladies, and makes friends easily with the men.. But when the new guy, a player, starts to make a move on you, he slowly feels his face turn into a frown. Granted, you’re not his.. YET, but he still looks out for you, keeping a poker face whenever others were around to keep his true emotions hidden. 

He easily walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder and gives him a fake smile, but his eyes speak volumes.

Touch her, you’ll regret it.”

I’m sorry to interrupt, but me and ____ have somewhere to be..”

He knows you’re feeling grateful, because he was able to sense the uneasiness coming from you, and guides you towards the gym, where he knows it’s safe. 

He’s startled when you hug him, gripping the back of his shirt as you bury your face in his chest.

“Thank you Himuro-kun.. He wouldn’t stop…”

He feels his eyes soften, and he rubs your head, giving you that special smile which makes your heart race in your chest.

“You don’t have to thank me ___-chan.. I’ll always come running.”

Izuki: “____-chan! What’s wrong?”

You open your mouth, wanting to express your discomfort about the new basketball player on the team, but finds the words dying in your throat.  Izuki, who has excellent perception, can tell something’s off, so he easily loops his arm around your shoulder, sending the newbie a glare, before walking you to a secluded part of the gym. 

He bends in front of you, rubbing your leg as he watches you closely, noticing your body is visibly calming down from the uneasiness. You tried once more to think of the words to say, but just shake your head, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s fine now Shu-chan.. He was just starting to ask some… personal questions..”

He moves to stand, but your hand stops him, and he looks at you with wide eyes, 

“Please don’t cause a scene… If you have to, make him do more training than necessary..  But I don’t want this to escalate..”

He sighs, but nods his head, lightly pecking your cheek before going to Hyuga, explaining what happened. Riko, who overheard, did her job as coach, and made all the newbies do triple the amount, as well as the regulars, to make the point get across..  

Picking on girls is wrong.

Kasamatsu; He notices it across the courtyard, and feels his jaw clench. He’d heard about the bad-boy of Kaijou, how he hits on women only to dump them when he’s finished.There’s evident fury in his eyes that makes Moriyama pause,  and he follows his line of sight, feeling his breath hitch.

No one fucks with Kasamatsu, but this boy clearly didn’t understand, because there he was, flirting with you, and holding your face in his hand.  For the most part, it looks like you’re fighting back, eyes hardened from the inappropriate touches that made your boyfriend oh, so very proud. But there was insane jealousy eating at him because NO one should be touching you like that.

Moriyama follows quickly behind, watching as Kasamatsu rips you away from him, placing you behind his back as he stands in the middle. He doesn’t want this to turn into a blood-bath, so he casually takes the playboy, mentioning something about lots of models at the mall, which easily gets rid of him.

You don’t have much time to react, because Kasamatsu has your arm, dragging you to a secluded back lane behind the school where he pins you against the wall, inspecting every inch of your body. You feel a hint of irritation take over your body, because you know how insecure he can be, but you want him to know everything’s fine

“I’m not fragile you know….” you mutter, watching his eyes harden, “I can take care of myself.”

He grits his teeth, knowing you’d react like this, but he didn’t care… You were HIS. You were dating HIM.  It’s only natural he’d be defensive over you..  Even if you weren’t dating, you were one of the only girls he’s comfortable with.. He doesn’t want to lose that.

“If you thought I’d go with that idiot, you’re dumber than Kise.” 

He doesn’t like how that sounds, so rather than speak, he crushes his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks as if to wipe his germs off your face. The kiss doesn’t last long, because you’re out in public, but when he pulls back, his face is red, and he makes a grunt when he picks up your things, grabbing your hand in his.

“….Let’s go…”

You only roll your eyes, but smile at his affection, squeezing his hand in understanding. He was still awkward with explaining his feelings, but his actions made up for it, and seeing your boyfriend jealous was something you adored.

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Crash into Me (Ch.7) Finale😘

(Juice x OC Janna)

Thank you to @chaosmieu and @juiceboxxortiz the support that y'all gave me has been immeasurable!! I love you both so much!!!

Originally posted by cute-guysxx



A couple hours and a quarter of a fith of Jameson later Janna was angrily trying to find all of her things. She didn’t realise it but she had indeed moved in with Juice. Right down to the pictures of them on the fridge and her makeup and straightener in the bathroom. She even had trouble packing up the yeti cup with the dent in it that he’d taken up as his own. It was his now. Holding it she thought about the day they had met how relieved she was he had been ok. How when she looked into his eyes and saw his smile that she couldn’t belive she had nearly been the one responsible for taking something so beautiful from the world.

How she had picked up his habits of everything having a place and being in it. How he had also started to have his cup of ice water with everything. This wasn’t a fling they lived and worked and laughed, and, with a sigh, she realised the had made love together in this house. Suddenly the little travler girl had found her home and this was it. This house this bed this man. This was home. And she had let it go.

Janna broke down and sobbed folding her…. no this one was his… and instead of her bag she placed the shirt on the dresser.

Janna was broken from her self loathing by a knock at the door.

Janna sighed when the persistent knocking didn’t stop. “I’m not in the mode Gemma.” She choked out opening the door. “Besides you got what you wanted I’m leaving.”

Gemma took in her red face and siged. “What happend sweetheart?”

Janna scoffed “Sweetheart?” And walked back into the house lifting the bottle to her lips. Gemma followed her in and yanked the bottle from her hand taking a pull from it her self. “What tha..” Janna stood shocked by the action.

Gemma simply held up a finger to her as if to say just hold on. Then abruptly turned the bottle up again this time taking 3 large gulps. “Oh Jesus!” Gemma exclaimed handing the bottle back with one hand and slapping the burn in her chest with the other. “I needed that or I was never gonna get through this.. Janna I am sorry.”

Janna’s puffy eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “It’s just I’m protective of my boys and you came in and you didn’t seem that much different from the bouncy little bimbos that are already around the club… I just thought…”

“That I’d use him like they do. I get it Gem.”

Gemma sighed looking her over “I didn’t give you a chance to show that you were different and you ended up taking that chance. And damn it baby if I wasn’t proud of you… I was pissed so it didn’t show.. but standing up like you did… those girls, they don’t do that… and since I’m usually the boss bitch in charge, they defiantly don’t do it to me.” She scoffed.

Janna had to laugh at that “This life… the club…. it ain’t easy baby. It’s all or nothing… and I… well..”

“You mistook my kindness for weakness.”

“Yeah I did.” Gemma reluctantly gave in. “Now tell me what happend.”

Janna took one more swig and began to recount her fight with Juice to the matriarch of SAMCRO. “Well damn baby. You just gonna let him say that and walk out?”

“I didn’t say it back. He’s not gonna wanna see me when he gets home.”

“Bullshit! Get your ass up. Let’s go.”

“What?”

“I’m taking you to get your truck so you can find his dumb ass before some porn slut takes advantage of his broken baby heart and puts the final nail in the coffin.”

“Gemma .. I.. I..”

“Forget it darlin let’s go!”

Janna jumped up slipping on her flip flops. She was in nothing but some short dry fit shorts and an oversized t-shirt with her messy bun falling apart on top of her head and her makeup-less puffy face she was the epitome of ‘God bless this hot southern mess’. Thinking screw it she slipped on her Costas and followed Gemma out the door.

The sun was just sinking when the women pulled into the lot and they each groaned at the sight of all the people there “Shit,” Gemma huffed, “with everything going on I forgot a party was happening tonight.” But then she perked up. “On the plus side, 20 to 1 he’s here.” She looked at Janna who just let out a frustrated growl and climbed out of the Caddy.

Gemma followed closely behind her. Some of the guys spotted the pair and Happy, Chibs, and Tig walked up to greet them. Turning suddenly at the sight of everyone Janna looked up to Gemma. “Do us both a favor and never again mistake my kindness for weakness. I will do my best to never be the cause of hurt but I will not sit by and take someone’s shit.” Gemma raised an immaculate eyebrow at her and all the guys took pause thinking they were about to break up another fight. “Sorry just had to.. I don’t know.. psych my self up.” Gemma just nodded and smirked.

When Janna turned back around she came face to face with Happy who nodded at her. “Thanks Hap. I need that.” And she marched twards the doors.

“What tha hell?” Tig looked around confused at how Janna and Happy seemed to understand one another when he didn’t even speak. “He just nodded and flicked that damn tooth pick around his mouth?” He complained to Chibs and Gemma. Both of whom shrugged not understanding either.

Janna walked into the club house with the other four behind her she quickly spotted Juice and… “Ima” Janna muttered to herself. Janna knew all about Ima the guys had all had a turn with her and she was the porn star princess.

Moving to the bar Tig Chibs and Happy all grabbed drinks to watch the show with. Chibs slapped Opie on the back to get his and Jax’s attention and pointed over to Juice and Ima and the very furious very tiny bundle of pissed the hell off storming up to them.

“Move.” Janna said.

“Janna?” Juice started but was cut off by Ima.

“I don’t think so.”

“Now” Janna all but growled.

“Listen swee…” Ima never got to finish because Janna reared back and decked her. Laying her out right there.

“That’s my girl.” Happy grumbled, smirking with is tooth pick.

“Jesus Janna what the hell…” Juice started.

“I love you too!!” She blurted out before he could say anymore. Juice looked over at the panting mess of a woman and grabbed her face planting his lips to hers. Janna parted her lips and sipped her toung into his mouth moaning at the feel. Sliding his hands down to her ass he squeezed lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. And storming out of the club house followed by cheers from all the guys, and a smirk from Gemma.

“You sure?” He asked her once they were outside and away from prying eyes and ears.

“Very sure.” She nodded tears rolling down her face and slipping around her smile. “Can we umm.. just skip the party tonight. I’m not exactly dressed and…”

“HEY WHERE YOU TO OFF TO… GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!!” Tig yelled from the club house door.

“One more hour?” He asked.

“I’m not exactly dressed for a party.” She smiled.

“Oh baby! It’s not about what you wear to the party. It’s about what you aren’t wearing after the party.” He winked. “Come on. I owe you a few drinks remember?”

“Yeah. You’re right. You’ve used up all your ‘I nearly killed you’ passes by now.” She giggled.

———————— One year later… ————————

“Oh Miguel!!” Janna purred walking out to the back yard, where Juice was skimming leaves out of the pool. “Could you please put some oil on my…AHH JAX WHAT THE FUCK!?!?”

“You’re topples under that towel aren’t you?” He smirked. Janna just stood there wide eyed as Juice walked up to the grill Jax had been firing up.

“Might wanna get dressed babe.” He suggested. Just then the back gate opened and in came Gemma and Tig followed by Opie, Donna their two kids, and Tara with Abel.

“The others are gonna be here too. Go.” Juice ushered her back to the house.

Watching a startled Janna take off to go put on the rest of her swimsuit Jax chuckled. “Miguel?”

“Shut it.” Juice growled turning red.

A while later everyone was sitting around the large fire pit Opie had helped Juice build into the back deck. With the kids all asleep in the living room where Tig had built them the most ridiculous pillow fort. The grownups took time to just be a normal family.

“I need everyone’s attention!” Juice stood breaking the various conversations. “Just over a year ago I was nearly killed out on 18. When this chick nearly crashed into me. I didn’t realise it then but at the time it seemed like a near miss. She didn’t though. She hit me.” He turned looking to Janna. “She crashed right into me. Right into my life and it’s been one beautiful wreck right after the other. She ran over my bike a second time 3 weeks after we made this official.” They all chuckled. “And I loved her then. She burned my birthday cake and the house smelled for a month.” Everyone laughed a bit harder at the memory of Juice complaining how everything Janna cooked tasted burned for that month. “And I loved her more. She hit me with a baseball bat, when I came home early in the middle of the night from a run.“ Eyes began watering as everyone doubled over in hysterics at the memory of Juice’s busted cheek. “And I loved her still more. She brought home a puppy that makes messes all the time but it makes her smile and makes me love her more.”

Janna was crying slowly but her breath was pulled from her chest when Juice slowly lowered himself on one knee. “No matter what we do or what we go through. No matter what this life has thrown at us you have loved me through it and for that I keep finding myself loving you more than I did the day before.” Pulling out a black box Juice revealed a beautiful cushion cut diamond ring. “Janna will you…”

“YES!!” She screamed throwing herself around him, but abruptly pulled back. “I mean…. are you…. ya know… are you sure?”

Juice threw his head back laughing. “Very sure.”

Janna allowed the breath she’d been holding to escape into a happy sob.“Then yes. Yes. Yes. Yes Oh my God yes!” She repeated between kisses. As he slipped the ring onto her finger. Their family all smiles and clapping for them.

“By the way. This might be a good time to tell you… umm…well I kinda made another oops” Juice tried to hide the wince thinking she backed into his bike yet again. Granted he had gotten another one for that exact reason, and she always fixed it when she did. He was still worried for his bike.

“Well actually WE kinda oopsed” Juice’s brows drew together what could they have….. suddenly realisation crossed his features but she confirmed anyway “I’m pregnant.” She whispered.

“Your… I’m gonna…. we’re gonna…” Janna just kept nodding. “You’re sure?”

It was Janna’s turn to throw her own head back in laughter. “I took 6 tests … yeah… I’m very very sure.”

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD!!” He yelled to everyone.  Causing another roar and round of congratulations.

This is what it was to have someone he thought watching Janna talk baby talk with Gemma Tara and Donna.

It was pretty damn perfect.
Music Speaks (4/5)

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: Feb. 24th, 2017
Warnings: Swearing?
AN: One more part after this!! <3 I hope you all enjoyed this miniseries as much as I enjoyed writing it! This part was inspired by: When I was Your Man

Catch Up Here


Steve brushed his hand up and down Sharon’s arm as she slept snuggled at his side. He swallowed as his mind was flooding with thoughts of (Y/N). It has been a few weeks since Wanda’s party. Sure, he had moved on, but has he really? His eyes closed tightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose before carefully maneuvering Sharon off him before slipping out of his bed and moving out of the room. Footsteps echoed through his apartment before he opened his sliding door to his balcony. His fingers interlocked with each other as he rested his forearms on the railing, his eyes overlooking the view. 

His mind has been playing what he saw at Wanda’s birthday party over and over. Steve glanced down at his hands as once again it played over in his mind. That man flirting with her–her flirting back–exchanging phone numbers. He felt jealous. Another man making her smile and blush like–like he did. A deep sigh escaped his lips before his fingers ran through his hair. He overheard Wanda and Natasha talking about how this new guy, John, was taking her to dinner. That (Y/N) seems to be happy and head over heels for him. 

“I was an idiot.” He whispered to himself as he looked out at the night sky. 
“Steve?” Sharon’s voice softly speaks making Steve whip his head around. 
“H-hey.” He smiles at her concerned face.
“You okay?” She tilts her head at him. 
“Yeah, yeah–I am just–I’m coming–right now.” He stutters before moving and walking past her after kissing her hair. 

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Neighbours | GOT 7 Gang au

CHAPTER 1

Her story starts when she was at the checkout at her local’s super market on a rainy Thursday afternoon. It was dull outside and the rain was so heavy, it was bouncing off the roads up onto people’s ankles like someone was standing next to them deliberately stomping in a puddle next to them.

Rose, a 17-year-old orphan was having her ear chewed off by an old checkout lady who was rambling on about her fourth divorce. Rose wasn’t one for making conversation so she just smiled, frowned and nodded her head when really all she could think about is whether she should use the beef or chicken seasoning on her ramen noodles for dinner.

Rose’s family all died tragically in a house fire when she was 14, her house went up in flames with her family in it, Rose was on a school trip half way across the world when it happened.

Her parents were wealthy sales people whom had thankfully left Rose plenty of money to live off, along with a will stating that Rose was not to go to an orphanage but to be sent to her family’s holiday house to live.

Fortunately, her holiday house was close to where their original house was so Rose could still go to school and live somewhat close to where she used too. Keep in mind that this will was written for Rose and her 2 older brothers however they are now with their parents, who are up with the big man upstairs.

Rose, a sarcastic, witty, somewhat rude and brutally honest 17-year-old girl is now living in that holiday house, on her own. She bought herself a cat after her family passed away and named him Smithers and for her 17th birthday, decided to gift herself with a great dane puppy, his name ironically, is Tiny.

After finally getting away from the cashier, she begins to walk outside in the rain to her car. She doesn’t mind the rain so she casually walked to her car while everyone around her were running frantically trying to get out of the rain. Once she reaches her car, she puts the bags in the front seat and starts her car and begins to drive herself to the enormous, 7 bedroom, 13 bathroom mansion she now calls home.

As she pulls into her driveway she looks to the house beside hers that has been up for sale for some time now and notices a big truck and a bunch of shirtless guys outside moving boxes. They don’t notice her but she sure as hell noticed them, I mean, who wouldn’t, 7 or so shirtless, toned, hot as fuck humans of the male species in about their 20’s, sweating, moving boxes right next to her house.

All her life, Rose has loved a good flirt and has never ever in her lift, feared confronting boys. Regardless of the hot shirtless boys in the driveway next to hers, she was still going to go for her daily run and she is still going to do her stretches on her driveway beforehand.

She jumps out of her car with her bags of groceries in her hands and walks inside and puts them away and greets her animals before running up the stairs to her wardrobe room. What? She has 7 rooms in this house and one person, why not renovate one room into her wardrobe.

She goes over to her workout closes and changes into a black sports bra and black gym shorts with a Fluro yellow stripe down the side before putting her hair into high pony, letting little fly away’s frame her face and putting on her black pair of Nike roshe’s.

She gives herself a final check before looking outside the window noticing the guys were still out there standing talking, still shirtless. This is what she wears every day when she goes to run, it’s just a coincidence that there are hot guys watching.

She walks down the steps and grabs Tiny’s leash.

“TINY?” WANNA GO FOR A RUN WITH ME BABY?” she yells through the house as it echoes. She then begins to count;

“Three” she whispers

“two”

Before she could even hit one she hears frantic panting and then hears the sound of Tiny’s paws on the floor boards until he is sitting right in front of her with his head held high waiting for her to attach his leash to his colour.

She laughs as she clips it on and begins to walk him out the door, leaving her phone on the counter, as she’d prefer to listen to the crashing waves from the beach hear her house the music.

As she closes the door, she hears laughs coming from next door. She turns to lock the door but accidently let go of Tiny’s leash, setting him free.
“TINY” she yells as she watches him run, of course, to the guys next door.
“fucking dog” she mutters to herself before running after him.

Once she crosses over to their driveway she stops, seeing 6 boys crowded around her dog patting him and cooing whilst another is standing up on the platform of the truck screaming.

“AWH he’s adorable” one says

“HOLY SHIT ITS MASSIVE, LITERALLY HIS HEAD IS LONGER THEN MY LEG” the one up on the truck yells

“Hyung, can we get one? PLEASE?”

“Bambam I’ve already got 6 dogs to take care of why would I want to get another?” the older one says

“because it’s cute then us” BamBam I’m assuming reply’s back as I laugh

“You make a fair point boy” he laughs as he continues to pat the dog.

She lowkey admires how they are acting around her dog because when most people see him, she back away or turn the other way, or, kinda like that one guy is now, jumps up on a truck away from him. She decides to speak up.

“Hey sorry I didn’t mean to let him go, sorry if he’s being a hassle or stopping you from moving your stuff” she speaks up from behind them. One by one they all turn and stare at the beauty before them. Rose laughed as they all stopped patting Tiny and now he’s looking at them for more attention.

With the guys still frozen she decides to call Tiny to come to her.

“Tiny, come here boy” she speaks loudly as the guy on the truck jumps down and questions her.

“Tiny? Dumb name, The dog is fucking huge” he exclaims earning a nudge from one of the guys. Rose smirks.

“Wish I could say the same about your biceps babe” she retorts earning snickers from the other 6 and a growl from Mr Negative.

“I’m Rose by the way” she says as she waves. the one who seems to looks as though he is in charge speaks up.

“I’m JB” he says with a smile, he looks next to him waiting for them to introduce themselves and surely enough, one speaks up.

“I’m in love” the younger boy next to him says before earning a smack over the head by JB.

“That’s BamBam, he’s a bit out of it at the moment” he awkwardly laughs and Rose just giggles. JB continues after noticing that none of the other guys are in any condition to introduce themselves.

“This is Mark” he says pointing to the guy at the very end of the line who looks up and waves as Rose waved back.

“Youngjae” he says pointing to the boy next to Mark, Rose Waves and he just blushes and looks away

“Jinyoung” he points to the boy next to himself, letting him wave before moving onto the 6 other boys on the other side of him

“You’ve met BamBam” he says before Rose waves at him before moving on.

“this is Jackson, you guys just met before” he says with a laugh and Jackson pouts but Rose smiles and waves, Jackson looks behind him before realising that Rose was waving at him before waving back with a goofy smile on his face”

“and at the end, that’s Yugyeom, he’s the youngest” Rose’s eye sight follows JBs arm before her eyes land on him.

now there is no doubt that they are all extremely attractive, but Yugyeom is the one that really catches her eye. He winks at her and she blushes, something she hasn’t done, ever when talking to a boy.

“Well it was nice to meet you all but I’m going to go for a run now” she says as she waves and begins to walk off. She hears goodbyes behind her and a wolf whistle, she turns back to see JB hitting Yugyeom over the head, she laughs and winks at her as he smiles and begins to wrestle JB.
“oh boy” she whispers to herself as she begins to run.

Late Night Bus (part 2)

part 1

pairing: Hux x Reader

fandom: star wars

warnings: AU

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway


Should you be glad that you didn’t see him again after your encounter? Probably. Though as always, the feelings did not match your logical thinking. You actually missed the thrill.

The first night and no one was there when you stepped into the bus and sat down in the back. It was unusual but things happened, maybe he had a day off? You had still been hopeful.

Night two and three, still nothing happening. Not a sight of the handsome man anywhere. It was almost like he was ghost or a figment of your imagination. Could that be the case? You always worked till late at night and were sleepy when you went home. No! He had definitely been there.

The rest of the week passed and so did your hope but after your initial disappointment you came to the conclusion that it was for the best. He had looked dangerous, unpredictable and…like a lot of fun.


Like every other night you got off the bus and made your way through the dim lit streets back to your little apartment. Not many people lived in the area so it was always pleasantly quiet, the only ones you saw were older couples during the day who took a walk. So you were a little confused when you walked around the corner and saw a guy standing under one of the street lights, his hands in his pockets while he stared at a point further away. Walking a little closer you realized who he was. The man you had been looking for the last week, though seeing him standing here quickly got rid of that feeling.

“Did you miss me?”

He suddenly speaks, head moving so he looks directly at you. Your heartbeat quickens, adrenaline mixed with panic washing through your body in a matter of seconds, making your body shake before you can get it under control again.

“What are you doing here?”

“Coming to see you.” He answers with a smug face, his body turning towards you, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

There were quite a few reason you could think of that made inviting him into your home a very bad idea. One being the fact that he looked like he’d murder you in a dark alley at any moment but you rather avoided thinking about such possibilities.

“I don’t think so.”

“Now…” He comes closer, putting his arm around your shoulder, “…that’s very rude.” Starting to walk he heads straight in the direction of your home, “It’s this way right?”

Jealousy Doesn’t Match Your Suit

Originally posted by claracivry

Requested by clevermore

“Would you mind writing a UNCLE imagine? Where the reader and solo are undercover as a rich engaged couple and Illya’s cover is their butler or something and he gets jealous of solo and the reader because he and the reader have a thing for each other and the reader knows it’s making Illya jealous so she’s laying it on thick with solo, so Illya sneaks into her room late one night and they kinda fight at first but then end up all fluffy and at the end Illya is like “your mine"and then solo walks in”

Warnings: Fluff, kinda sexual scene I guess

Note: woooo! first man from uncle imagine (hopefully the first of many more *hint hint*) hope you all like it :D


“That dress looks…” 

“Spit it out Solo.” You huff in annoyance.

“Hideous.” He finishes and you roll your eyes as you look at it in the mirror. 

“Well what do you have in mind?” You ask sarcastically.

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Annoy me more often. ( Gerard Way imagine)

             He held his head high as he walked on stage, his foot taking hold on the box at the front. He scans the crowd with a glaring eyes and a smirk. A false sense of arrogance was shown, as he grabbed the microphone. He glanced at the others on the stage, taking note of them strutting on one by one, any hesitance left backstage. They took their instruments, glaring along with him with their own sense of arrogance. He looked at the crowd “I’m Gerard Way, and this is my chemical romance”

               That was your first experience of your brother’s band, and your first experience of his best friend and lead singer. You watched in awe as your nerdy year younger brother, Frank, turned into this serious punk God, you watched as these people you’ve heard drunk stories about for years from your brother turned into these impossible to reach idols. You listened to the music, not bothering shouting with the crowd. You were pushed back and forth being in the first few rows, but you were in a hypnotic spell watching them belt their hearts out. You only once came out of the spell, in all the hours you were there, laughing at the stage show in a homophobia battle. You left the show, them leaking their false set of confidence and arrogance across the crowd, leaving you with the feeling you could take over the world.

              You walked backstage, walking up to the security guarding them “(y/n) Iero” The one on the left smiled at you, having met you before “go on in” you thanked him, walking in. You glanced around the room, seeing a tan couch and yellow walls connected to few curtained rooms. You heard shuffling and talking just out of earshot of understanding “hellooo?” You knew Frank wasn’t expecting you, it was a surprise visit after all. You heard rushed whispering, slightly urgent, after a few minutes you saw a man with blond hair and glasses poke his head through one of the curtains, from what you remember of what your brother told you this one was Mikey “im sorry, you’re not supposed to be here, so I’m going to have to ask you, um, to leave” He just of thought you were a crazy fangirl was the first thing to pop in your head, understandable with how they were on stage. “Im sorry if I startled you, but i’m here to see my brother? Frank Iero?” You were going to be more surprising than that but you didn’t want to get kicked out. You saw the man’s eyes widen slightly, he ducked his head back in, whispering once again, but this time you heard the other end “shit, really?” You then heard thumping of running “hey, (y/n)!”  You hugged him “Frank!” You smiled as he dragged you in the room, seeing it be a slightly larger version of the other room, with one door, and a few more chairs. He looked at his bandmates “guys this is my sister (y/n), (y/n) this is the guys” You nodded, and waved.

            You saw the lead singer roll his eyes. You raised your eyebrows slightly but ignored it. The rest of them waved at you stating their names. You nodded, taking note of them, you assumed the lead was Gerard because he was the only one who didn’t. “you guys had a great show, I haven’t been able to catch one before today” Frank smiled, glad his big sis liked it, Mikey nodded in appreciation before heading out the room, same with Bob, Ray smiled at you “thank you, (y/n), oh and frank I got to head out, so if the manager asks” he didn’t finish, knowing they both get the jist of it. Gerard looks at you “yeah thanks” sarcastic, you rolled your own eyes. Frank looks at you both, making a decision “hey….yeah, I know we haven’t hung out in a while but I need to go shower, think you can wait another couple minutes, in here?” You glanced at the slightly pissy man on the couch, before nodding with a sigh. He hugged you once more before heading through the curtain. You signed once more sitting on the armrest of the couch at the far end, getting out your pocket sketchbook and doodling. You saw Gerard roll his eyes once again, putting his head in his hand, you deciding to draw that. You guessed he took notice that you were drawing him because even though he looked annoyed he held his pose, glancing at you ever so often. He only got up once he saw you put down your pencil, getting up to grab a bottle of water. He took a glance at your drawing nodding silently, his face a bit softer than before. You smirked, moving into his spot while he wasn’t looking.

                     He looked at you with a face that only read ‘are you five?’. You smile up at him, annoyed he was annoyed at you for nothing, you put your feet up on the other seat. He glared at you “what do you think you’re doing?” you smiled at him innocently “sitting” he continued to glare “get up” You smirked up at him “make me” he smirked back “gladly” he wrapped his hands around your wrists so you couldn’t move, and pulled you up by them, getting closer to your face. You looked at his eyes, he spoke softer this time “why are you doing this?” Your eyes flicker to his lips, for but a second before meeting his eyes again “why were you being so rude?” He did the same, leaning in more his breathe on your lips as he speaks “maybe it’s because I’m not the good guy……..or maybe i’m just not good with communicating when I find someone appealing” the words practically bouncing off your lips, he leaned in just a bit more his lips connecting to yours, causing your eyes to shut in an invisible wind. You felt his hands slowly leave your wrists, moving to your waist, as you put your hands in his hair, bringing him closer.                  

        He pulled away first smiling goofily at you “annoy me more often” You smiled softly “Definitely” you heard a whistle behind you, and suddenly Gerard is covered in water, causing gerard to jump off you, and you to be slightly covered too. Gerard glared at the culprit. You looked behind him and saw your baby brother holding a water bottle smiling proudly “hiya, (y/n), so what Happened while I was gone” you laughed. Causing Gerard to glare at you “well I think I’m a little more acquainted with Gee here, how was your shower?” Frank giggled a little “fine, and that’s great” The black haired angry bean looked between you and Frank for a minute “the hell frank?” Frank smiled at him, dragging you off the couch and toward the door “she’s my sister dude, what do you expect me to do?” Gerard realized you were both heading out “hey wait!” You smiled back at him “I’ll make him give you my number later” You saw Gerard smile with a small blush. Frank called back also “I won't” you hit him slightly “he will"

Co Workers (Part Seven)

A/N: Okay so this one actually just became like a fluff chapter. It was originally going to be a bit longer but yeah, you’ll get it in part 8 ;)

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Talks about mental ilness, mentions of domestic violence.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Originally posted by caa-s


“Miiiishaaaa!” The woman squealed. She ran straight up to Misha and threw her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips that he did not return. When she pulled away, he looked at her, still horrified.

“Renee, what are you doing here?”


Misha sounded more than a little annoyed.

“Whatcha talkin bout silly?” God her voice is annoying.

“We broke up.” Misha was gritting his teeth.

“Yeah, I thought you’d be over that by now.” She waved her hand at him like it was no big deal.

“No, Renee, I was serious this time, we talked about this, you were okay with it.” She just stared at him like he slapped her in the face. This girl was psychotic or something. No wonder he never wanted to talk about her. She started sobbing loudly, causing a scene.

“You-you don’t love me?” Misha rolled his eyes at her. He turned to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I have to deal with this. I’ll grab our bags and meet you at the hotel.” You nodded, and turned to walk away.

As you made your way out of the airport, doubt flooded into your mind. Why did he have to deal with this on his own? Did he really break up with her? Oh God, you thought. What if they were still together and he was just putting on an act to cover his ass? No, Misha wouldn’t do that. He’s way too nice of a person for that; but there did seem to be something off about Renee, you just didn’t know what. Maybe it was why he wouldn’t talk about her. Your heart was racing during your ride to the hotel.

When you arrived, you checked in, and found your way to the green room, saying hi to fans along the way. You wished that Misha was by your side for this, you really had no clue what you were doing. Your panel was in thirty minutes. When you found your way to the green room, you were greeted by Jared, who was sitting at a table by himself, he looked up when he heard you walk in.

“Hey, Y/N, I thought you were with Misha?”

“I was, he-uh, ran into someone at the airport.” you said nervously.

“Renee showed up didn’t she?” Jared didn’t sound surprised

“How do you know?” You asked, making eye contact with him.

“Renee is uh, why don’t you sit down.” He suggested.

“Jare,” you started, “What is it.” The concern in your voice was evident, you didn’t care, Jared walked by you when you were half naked and Misha’s shirt was undone, and he still didn’t judge you. It was okay if he knew what was going on between the two of you, regardless if you and Misha were ‘official’ or whatever.

“Okay, well, Renee’s been around for a few years, right? And Misha’s tried to break up with her, I don’t know maybe three or four times?”

“Why didn’t it stick?”

“She’s, um.” Jared took a breath, “She’s bipolar, and she..she refuses to get help.”

“So then why does Misha not just leave her?” Jared took in another breath.

“Well, he tried to break up with her for the first time about a year ago, during New Year’s, we were all gonna go out, and she decided she didn’t want to go.” He leaned back in his seat.

“And everything would have been fine, but she was trying to keep Misha from going out. Now Jensen and I didn’t know it at the time; but apparently she did this, like, all the time. When we weren’t filming, he couldn’t go anywhere without her.”

“So, what? Bipolar means she’s controlling?” You had heard about it before, but you really had never met anyone that was Bipolar so, this was all new to you.

“It’s not her fault, but she can’t really keep her emotions in tact without help, so yeah, she get’s kind of controlling.” You nodded, this still wasn’t enough for you to understand why Misha hadn’t left her.

“So, she freaked out, had a breakdown. We all tried to calm her, but Misha was so tired of it he just gave up, and said he didn’t wanna be with her anymore; and she responded by slapping him in the face, she scratched his eye up pretty bad.”

“And that’s why he won’t talk about it.” You said, you put your elbows up on the table, resting your head in your hands.

“Yeah, she was arrested and-”

“I think you’ve shared enough Jared.” You turned around to see that Misha had walked into the room.

“Mish, it’s okay-” You started, he cut you off.

“Y/N, we have a panel to get to.” You got up and followed Misha out of the room, you stopped him in the hallway.

“Misha, I tried asking you about her before an-” He cut you off by kissing you. It was a quick kiss, he just wanted you to stop talking. He pulled back, his eyes watering a bit. He brought his hand up to your face.

“I promise, we’ll talk about it later, but for now, I want to show the world my new girlfriend.”

You smiled at him. All of a sudden this mess of stuff didn’t matter anymore. You had an exciting weekend ahead of you, and you intended to enjoy all of it. You opened your mouth to say something but just as you were about to speak you heard Rich calling you and Misha up on stage. He smiled back at you, grabbed your hand and led you up onto the stage.

When you walked out, the audience instantly noticed the the two of you holding hands, their cheers and screams got even louder. Your heart was pumping so fast you felt like you might stop breathing. Then Misha leaned over and place a chaste kiss on your lips, somehow the cheers got even louder. At least they don’t hate me for this, you thought.

“So it looks like we’ve got a new Supernatural couple!” Rich said. The audience quieted down after after a few more seconds and it was time for you and Misha to begin.

“Hey everyone!” He said, waving. You were standing there, still a little too nervous to talk, your hand still tightly wrapped around Misha’s.

“I think Y/N’s a little nervous, this is her first panel.” He smiled at you, and the audience reacted with aww’s, and we love you Y/N!,  which seemed to help a bit, you were finally able to speak up.

“Hi guys, I-uh-” you trailed off, looking around, “I am not just nervous, I am terrified.” You finally let go of Misha’s hand and placed it on your hip. The audience laughed, all of them shouting words of encouragement.


The panel was moving along smoothly, no one had asked anything you couldn’t answer, so that was a plus. When it was time for the last question, the fan stepped up to the mic. You and Misha both saying ‘hi’ at the same time.

“So, this question’s for Y/N,,” The fan began, you sat up straight in your seat, exaggerating your eagerness. “I was wondering how you and Misha started dating? Up until, w-well now, we all thought you were both in relationships.”

You froze. You didn’t know how you were supposed to answer that. There was no way you were going to tell this fan that you cheated on your boyfriend with Misha and he unsuccessfully broke up with his girlfriend, followed by the story of you two hooking up on the plane ride here. You looked over at Misha wide-eyed.

“We..we uh, made it official today actually.” You were careful with how you worded this. Luckily, Misha jumped into help.

“Both of our relationships ended a few weeks ago, and..well we couldn’t deny our feelings for each other, so, here we are.” He reached for your hand as he gave you a comforting smile.

The room filled with awe’s and you were relieved that you were able to dodge that one. You and Misha would have to work on that story sometime. Before either of you got the chance to say something else, Rich and Rob came out on stage, music started playing and before you knew it you were waving goodbye to the crowd.

You and Misha stepped off stage and he pulled you into a kiss. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands off of you, like ever. You pulled back and looked into his eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled as he started to lead you towards your room.

When you got to your room, you went straight for the shower, you hadn’t really gotten to wash up much since the previous night, and you wanted to wash your makeup off so that you could look at the bruises Andrew had left you. This was really the first time you had been alone all day. You were tired from travelling, and you honestly just wanted to go to bed. When you got out of the shower you wiped the steam off of the mirror with a towel and you began to examine your bruises. They were a bit darker now, you ran your hand over the one on your neck, flinching slightly as you touched it. A few tears fell from your eyes as you let everything that had happened in the last two days come rushing back to you.

You got dressed and slowly made your way out of the bathroom, Misha already fast asleep in bed. You smiled, thinking about how you were lucky to have him. He was no doubt already your best friend before the two of you made it official, and now he was so much more. You were still sniffling and wiping tears away as you crawled into bed next to him. As you pulled the covers over you, Misha started to stir in his sleep until he found you, and pulled you into lay your head on his chest.

“We’ll talk tomorrow baby, promise.” He mumbled, his sleepy voice one of the most comforting voices you had every heard. “And don’t cry, everything’s going to be fine, I promise.”

You snuggled in even closer to him and fell asleep with his hand in your hair, while listening to his heartbeat.


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hello! i’m adrian and i’m 15 years old. i’m a chinese highschool freshman (class of 2020) in the united states, and started this studyblr blog in an attempt to motivate myself. i’ve been struggling with procrastination since 7th grade, and i hope to get over it asap!

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harry potter (slytherin !)
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i speak fluent english and chinese, slowly learning korean on my own, and have some basic japanese from when i used to be a weeb (i was the ultimate weeb guys this is not a scam i cringe everyday at my past) +learning spanish at school

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"You're a bitch" + "Don't be fucking rude"

this is inspired by the fact that I suck at putting on sunscreen and am currently Suffering, so I’m going to deal with it by making my fave freckly hockey player suffer too. 


It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Or… scratch that, it had never seemed like a good idea in Dex’s opinion. But most of the plans his teammates come up with seem like terrible ideas in the first place. They decided to hold a car wash to raise money to support the charity that Jack and his dad decided to start, designed to help educate young athletes about the importance of mental health, and to provide help to those who need it. Dex fully supports the charity and all that, but it’s the car wash thing he’s got an issue with. 

It had gone exactly as he’d expected. Chowder managed to convince the women’s volleyball team to partner with them, and he and Farmer were stationed at the end of the street, scantily clad and waving signs. Ransom and Holster were dressed in speedos (because of course they were) and spent the majority of the time flirting obnoxiously with the “customers”, the volleyball team, and their teammates. There was a lot of suds action and water spraying and screaming. Dex had tried to keep his distance. Bitty had on little short shorts and a tank top tucked in, running around serving lemonade and mini pies to the people waiting for their cars to be washed. Tango and Whiskey were the only ones actually working, dressed like normal humans in swim trunks and SMH t-shirts. Dex himself had gone down that route, donning his faded blue swim trunks and an old Boothbay High School Hockey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.

And then there was Nursey.

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The Color of Our Souls (Soulmate!AU 5SOS Imagine) Cashton

Requested?: Yes, Soulmate! AU 6

Pairing: Cal x Reader, Ash x Reader

Warnings: feels

Part Two?:no

Rated: PG-13

Prompt: Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate

 Cal;

           You were waiting for the concert to start when you got a little anxious. It was the first time that you were able to come see your favorite band 5 Seconds of Summer. When the boys came on stage you were screaming as they introduced themselves when you suddenly felt a tingling on your arm, looking down to see your tattoo changing color.

 

           The simple black and white feather that you’d gotten at the age of the 18 when you began your soulmate search was now turning into swirls of jade and violet and you gasped, slapping your friend. She gasped and squealed, barely being heard over the crowd.

 

           “It must be one of the guys,” she told you as both your eyes widened in shock. She turned around to the barricade to get the security guard’s attention and told him your dilemma. He looked up at you and shook his hand for you to move toward him. You nodded, moving forward to show him your arm and he turned around while Luke was speaking to the crowd, getting Calum’s attention. Cal looked confused as he glanced down at his bicep, coughing on his water and nodding.

 

           The guard turned around and glanced at you, “Move toward the back by the merch table and I’ll bring you backstage,” he said and disappeared while you and your friend moved to the back. When you arrived at the backstage door, you began to freak out, your heart pounding. You watched the rest of the show and giggled quietly as they said their thank you and moved to where you were standing.

 

           Calum’s eyes lit up when he saw you, almost feeling like you’d known one another your whole lives. “Hi,” he murmured as he approached you, everyone watching on at the encounter as you smiled.

 

           “Hi,” you whispered back, feeling calm under his gaze.

 

           “Can I see your tattoo?” he asked, and you nodded, showing him your forearm as he touched your skin, making you shiver. “A feather, seems fitting love,” he grinned, moving to show you his colored in bicep of an Indian chief’s head.

 

Ash; 

You and Ashton went together to get your soulmate tattoos, being childhood best friends, you wanted to be there to see what each other would get. You walked into the tattoo parlor and smiled at the woman at the front desk.

 

           “Hi there, how can I help you guys today,” she smiled and you smiled back.

 

           “We’re here for our soulmate tattoos, first one,” you told her and she nodded, typing something onto the computer system.

 

           “What’s the names?”

 

           “Y/N Y/L/N and Ashton Irwin,” Ashton told her and she typed both into the computer and sending the designs to the printer as she glanced back at the screen confused.

           

           “Oh,” she said and you raised an eyebrow in concern.

           

           “Is something wrong?” you asked and glanced up at Ashton. The woman looked back at you and she shook her head, giggling and smiling at the two of you.

 

           “No, not at all,” she said and stepped forward to the counter. “Right this way,” she said and led the two of you to a tattoo room where you both sat down on the chairs. She typed information into the computer to set up our designs. She asked where we wanted them and we both agreed to our wrists and she nodded, setting the plates to where they should go.

 

           “So it’ll take about twenty minutes, there’ll be an alarm when it’s done and you peel off the tap and you’re done,” she explained as she pressed the button to begin the machines. “See you after,” she smiled and closed the door, leaving you two alone.

 

           “What do you think you’ll get?”

 

           “I don’t know,” you replied, glancing over at him, “Hopefully something meaningful.”

 

           When the alarm went off, the two of you took a deep breath and smiled. You peeled off your tape and gasped when you saw your tattoo. A bright red square with a cutout of a puzzle piece. You glanced over at Ashton whose wrist showed a bright red puzzle piece. You glanced up at him and laughed in excitement as you moved toward him, locking lips.

 

           “I’ve waited since preschool to do that, Soulmate,” he told you, locking your lips again.

Cursed (pt 7)

Originally posted by jinful

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Cat!Yoongi x Reader AU

(A/n): Yoongs is completely done with my shit in that gif lmao. By the time I finally get to write I’m already half asleep fml, sorry for the delayed update, hopefully I can get Interference up tomorrow. 

Just a warning that in the upcoming 2-3 weeks I’m gonna get busy because of finals sobs, so sorry in advanced.

There’s something cute about the way Yoongi looks so happy and accomplished when you agree to be his girlfriend. He has a cheshire grin that spreads across his face as he leaps onto your lap and nudges his head against your stomach appreciatively.

There’s also something odd about how quickly his mood changes and becomes stern as he looks up at you with his eyes narrowed, round pupils now slits.

“Since you’re my girlfriend, stay away from Kim Namjoon.”

You balk at him, raising an eyebrow, “And what if I don’t, huh?”

He’s taken aback by you, provoked and irked as he glares at you, “Just stay the fuck away from him, I don’t like him being around you.. Don’t give him any funny ideas when you’re dating me, not him.”

“That won’t stop me from being friends with him though,” you point out, reaching out to pick him up. Yoongi squirms and wriggles, swiping at your arms to let him go. However, you crush him against your front, hugging him tightly despite his half-hearted pleas to let him go, “You’re so adorable as a cat, can’t you just stay like this forever?”

“Yeah and never get to touch you intimately again? Yeah no thanks,” he grumbles as your face heats up.

“That’s what you’re worried about, not being able to touch me? You’re really hurting your boyfriend points Yoongi, and I just now agreed to date you,” you pout, pushing him off your lap, but he pretty much latches his claws onto the front of your shirt.

“Oh shush–”

Yoongi is interrupted by your phone, the cellular device vibrating and ringing on the bedside table. You look at him briefly before leaning over and answering your phone.

“(Y/n)?”

You startle, eyes widening when you remembered that you had to message Namjoon that you were alright.

“Oh hey uh.. Namjoon,” you say, watching the confusion on your boyfriend’s face morph into irritation, a hiss slipping out of his throat as his tail puffs out. You wince as his claws pop out from in between his paws but you choose to ignore it.

“Are you okay? Do you remember anything from last night?” Namjoon’s asks on the other line, footsteps echoing in the receiver.

“Mm.. I remember drowning myself in liquor,” you laugh, catching Yoongi staring at you apprehensive and upset, “Just a slight headache, but I’m fine.” Great, you want to correct, terrific even. There’s a surge of excitement or maybe accomplishment about Yoongi asking you to be his girlfriend.

You wonder if people are supposed to act different now, or feel differently now that they’re in a relationship. Surely you’re going to have some restrictions, Yoongi already telling you to stay away from the man you’re talking to on the phone.

“Just a headache? Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I’m fine–”

“Well I don’t believe you, so why don’t you open your front door and let me in.”

You blink, dumbfounded as your doorbell sounds off and Yoongi looks as though he’s gonna murder someone, probably about ready to sink his claws into your bed and destroy the sheets. Hopefully, you think, he doesn’t think about attacking your poor friend again.

“Stay in here,” you say but he hisses at you and you give up trying to persuade him to calm down, “Fine.”

You change into more decent clothing, not caring if Yoongi watches you like a hawk, his narrowed eyes following your every move.

“Tell him to leave,” he says simply when you’re about to slip out of the room.

You give him a look before sticking out your tongue at him. Hurriedly, you meet Namjoon at the front door, his tall, lanky frame standing in the doorway with a plastic bag containing what you assume is a bottle of advil.

“Hey,” he greets meekly, entering your living space when you move aside and welcome him inside despite Yoongi’s warning. Namjoon looks around wearily, and you could guess he’s probably worried about your cat- er boyfriend. You take pity on the poor guy when he flinches the second your silvery feline leaps onto the armrest of the couch and hisses at him.

“Suga,” you say plainly, shooting him a look when he glances at you irately, “Behave.”

He can’t complain, especially since he can’t just easily speak around Namjoon in the form that he’s in at the moment. Yoongi makes a mental note to punish you later for treating him like an actual animal. He’s not even a dog for that matter and your command sounds like one for a mutt.

“I bought you some medicine,” he says cheekily, placing the bag on the couch, “I was on my way to work and you didn’t message or call yet so I was just checking up on you..”

“Thank you,” you smile, watching how his face reddens and he returns the expression with one of his own with the appearance of his dimples you’d found adorable on your blind date with him, “I’ll be sure to take some later.”

“Do you want a drink before you go to work?” you ask politely, nodding your head towards your kitchen.

He nods eagerly, “Just a glass of water please.”

Once you disappear into the kitchen, Namjoon is immediately reminded that he is not alone in the living room. The cat venomously glares at him, pupils narrowed into slits as he wearily steps away from the couch.

“You probably don’t like me, huh?” he asks awkwardly, scratching his cheek with his index finger, “You’re probably protecting her from me.”

You’re damn right, Yoongi thinks with a twitch of his mouth, curling back to show off his canines.

“You have a really pretty owner,” Namjoon sighs dreamily, looking in the direction of the kitchen, “Do you think she has a boyfriend already? I’d like to take her out again some time.”

Yes, in fact she does you doofus, his thoughts grumble, feeling his chest tighten but choosing to ignore it.

The taller leans down to regard the cat with a look of curiosity, “Perhaps you’re my rival in love, huh, I’ll tell you what, I’m sure to win over her heart.”

Yoongi feels his claws extend from his paws, a strong need to swipe the man across the face brewing inside him.

Not much competition to feel threatened, he huffs in his mind, watching as Namjoon straightens and greets you with a toothy grin. He bows slightly, blushing brightly when your fingers brush against one another as he takes the glass and eagerly gulps down the clear liquid.

When Namjoon finally leaves for work, you collapse against the sofa with an exhale of relief. Staying in that position for a brief moment, you sit up straight and turn to glance suspiciously at Yoongi. The feline stares at you, unblinking as he stretches his limbs across the top of the couch.

“Did you do anything to him while I was in the kitchen?” you ask cautiously, squinting your eyes at him.

“Why do you think I did something, maybe he did something,” he protests, pushing himself up to sit back on his hind legs and cross his front legs over his chest. It’s odd and looks like something out of a cartoon, but you find it cute as he fumes about your suspicion.

“He was just going on about how pretty you were–”

“How about you Yoongi, do you think I’m pretty?” you blurt out, holding your breath when he halts and looks at you carefully. He’s always called you cute, but you wonder if he actually thinks you’re pretty or something.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, cat eyes arching adorably and ears folding over, “Any man could tell from afar, that’s why you need to stay the fuck away from him.”

“Afraid he’ll steal me away from you?” you tease, wiggling an eyebrow at him.

He stares at you blankly, silent before he hops down from the couch and starts sauntering back to your bedroom.

“Yes, of course I am.”

You blink, jaw slackened before you regain your senses again and follow after him, “W-wait really?!”

.

Later on you place a gentle kiss on Yoongi’s nose before you leave for work. Although he doesn’t let you leave until you promise him to come home on time and not with another man, especially Kim Namjoon, you tell him no promises but you reassure him that you’d come back on time unlike last night.

You wonder, on your commute to work, what Yoongi does all this time while you’re away at work. Especially since he’s not a normal cat and a human in a cat’s body. You can guess he’d probably nap all day, snuggled up in your bed sheets.

Bed…sheets…

You blush, the blood quickly rushing to your face and ears at the thought of you and Yoongi’s little make out session in bed that morning. You bury your face into your palms, embarrassed, completely ignoring the weird looks other commuters shoot at you when you whine.

When you look up, people are casting you side glances, and you turn around quickly to face the window. Why are you so embarrassing, you cry in your mind, quietly tapping your head with your fist.

You sigh, letting your fingers brush over your lower lip. Your tongue runs over the slightly chapped flesh, remembering the consuming heat that engulfed you when he merely pressed his lips against yours. Fuck, his tongue, oh god his tongue, the wet muscle lapping and dipping into your mouth.

You’ve never kissed anyone before in such a way, you never kissed in general up until Yoongi came into your life. How erotic, the way he nibbled and sucked at your lower lip until he was satisfied with how swollen they were.

Fuck, and the feather-like kisses on your neck, you just want him to ravish you– oh.

You blink as you pretty much get nudged in the side, barely knocking you off your feet. When you look over to apologize to the other, you’re surprised by the scarlet lips that greet you.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” the woman says, her voice enchanting, a low sultry whisper that you’d think could seduce any man.

You smile, shaking off your thoughts of Yoongi and bowing your head at the woman. This was she, the one Yoongi claimed to be his classmate, you thought you’d seen her at the bar the other day with Namjoon, but here she is.

When you get off the bus, you walk towards your building, the bus already long gone and no one else having gotten off with you. Maybe you didn’t see her get off, but she’s somehow right beside you and stopping you from going further with a well manicured hand resting on your shoulder.

It hurts, you think in surprise, the weight of her hand on your shoulder feeling like a ton of bricks lined with needles.

Her lips curl back to display her pearly whites, dark eyes watching you with a tilt of her head. Her tresses are dark and silky, and just like that day you first saw her, she’s wearing an all-black outfit.

“U-um.. can I help you?” You ask wearily, questioning the sick feeling that brews inside your middle.

She lets go and you feel weightless again, no weight bearing down on you.

“You’re that girl that was with Yoongi the other day, right?” she smiles, but the expression doesn’t reach her eyes, her dark orbs are mysterious and cold, “I’m Jinri by the way, are you perhaps his new side bitch?”

You blink, wondering how she could just say that with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

“Uh yeah.. I’m his girlfriend…” you say awkwardly, peeved that she called you a side bitch, “You’re his classmate from high school right?”

Jinri looks at you with an unreadable expression, frowning before she grins and laughs heartily, “Is that what Yoongi told you, that I was just his classmate? Sorry honey, but I’m his ex-girlfriend.”

You shouldn’t be surprised, someone like Yoongi is capable of having any woman he likes. You shouldn’t be surprised, this woman was gorgeous in contrast to you, and plus, she seemed really close to him the first time you’d seen her at the park.

When she leaves with a bubbly good bye, you’re left sitting at your desk that day, dejected and blank.

She’s his ex, you repeat in your mind like a broken record. It’s not the fact that she and Yoongi used to date that shocked you.

It was the revelation that Min Yoongi lied to you.

Junhoe Scenario Pt 2

hey wonderful people! here is part 2 of the “Junhoe is no longer just your older brother’s best friend”! hope it was good and that you enjoy xx


Title: Junhoe Really Is No Longer Just Your Older Brother’s Best Friend

Pairing: Junhoe x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 2411

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

“Jinhwan,” you stutter. “I can, I can explain.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N,” your older brother says, his jaw muscles tightening and releasing. If this were a cartoon, Jinhwan would have had smoke coming out of his ears.

“Jinhwan, please,” you say taking a step towards him.

“I said, I don’t want to hear it,” Jinhwan yells at you, stopping you in your tracks. You feel tears prick your eyes at the sudden angry outburst that your brother never showed towards you.

“Don’t yell at her, Jinhwan. It’s not her fault,” Junhoe says, stepping in front of you.

“Shut up, Junhoe. I especially don’t want to hear it from you.” At this point, Jinhwan was practically growling.

“Jinhwan, relax,” Junhoe says, his hands up in defense.

“You need to leave,” Jinhwan says and turns, walking down the stairs.

You run after your brother and hear Junhoe following behind you. You grab Jinhwan’s arm. “Jinhwan, will you just wait please.”

Jinhwan quickly turns and speaking so quietly that it scares you he says, “Y/N, we’re done talking about this.”

You feel the tears coming on, so you turn and push past Junhoe, who tries to reach out to you, and run up the stairs into your room. You slam the door shut and slide down it, landing on the floor with a thud as tears roll down your face. You take a few deep breaths as you try to calm yourself down. Jinhwan would come around eventually. Wouldn’t he? He was just upset that he had caught you and his best friend about to…make out.  

God…what had you been thinking? Junhoe was your brothers best friend and your feelings for him were messing everything up. But apparently he likes you too, a voice said in the back of your head. You groan and rub your hands over your face, trying to rub away all the anger and confusion and sadness.

Downstairs you hear a door slam, the front door probably, and assume either Jinhwan just threw Junhoe out, or Jinhwan just left to blow off some steam. Or both. This was turning out to be a huge mess.

You take a deep breath and push yourself off the floor. You walk over to your bed and lay on it, staring at the ceiling. You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, but it must be a while because the light in your room is changing and more shadows are coming out of the dark.

A door in the house opens and closes again, but you don’t care who it is. You feel a bit empty inside, but you aren’t completely sure why.

You hear footsteps walking down the hall, towards your room. You roll onto your side, with your back facing the door, and curl into a ball. The door behind you creaks open.

“Y/N?” You brother quietly says. You don’t respond, just continue staring at your wall as your heart picks up pace.

“Look, can we please talk? I’m sorry that I yelled at you.”

You take a deep breath and then roll over and sit up. Jinhwan walks into the room and sits down against the wall.

He sighs and rubs his hands over his face, similar to what you did earlier. “What were you thinking?”

“What do you mean?” You mumble.

“Junhoe isn’t right for you.”

“What are you talking about? He’s your best friend, Jinhwan,” you ask, slightly surprised and little bit angry.

“Yes, he’s my best friend and I love him, but I don’t trust him with my baby sister. I don’t want you to see him,” Jinhwan says dead serious, staring into your eyes.

You cross your arms over your chest. “That really isn’t your decision to make.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. Stay away,” he says firmly.

“Don’t you think that might be kind of hard considering he’s your best friend and practically lives here on the weekends?”

“That’s not going to be an issue anymore,” Jinhwan said standing up.

You stood up too. “Jinhwan, are you serious? Come on, please, this is ridiculous. I’m sorry.”

Your brother looks at you, but doesn’t say anything. He turns and you think he is about to walk out of your room without another word when he turns back to you. “Hey, um, I’m hungry. Do you want to go out to dinner?”

You sigh, but figure if this was him trying to ease the tension between you two, you shouldn’t object. “Sure. Let me get changed.”

Jinhwan nods and then walks out, closing your bedroom door.

Fifteen minutes later you are dressed and have some makeup on. You sling your bag over your shoulder and then head downstairs. Your brother is sitting on the couch watching some show on the tv. When he sees you, he switches the tv off and gets up.

“Ready?”

“Yep,” you say and walk to the front door.

When you guys are in the car you both agree on going to your favorite burger joint downtown. It was fairly popular and busy a lot of the time, but it had some of the most amazing burgers and fries you’d ever had.

Before you even walk into the restaurant you notice how crowded and loud it is, just as you had expected. You walk in after your brother and then follow him to a table.

You’re inspecting your menu when your brother speaks. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he snarls under his breath.

You turn around and see Junhoe standing at the door with some of their other friends. Junhoe is staring right at you and then his eyes move to Jinhwan and he looks immediately more uncomfortable. At this point the other guys he is with notice Jinhwan and start walking over to your table.

“Come on, Y/N, we’re leaving,” Jinhwan says and stands up.

“Jinhwan, hey, what’s up man?” One of your brother’s friends goes in for a guy hug.

“Sup guys. We were just heading out, so you can have our table if you want,” Jinhwan says and grabs your arm, starting to pull you towards the door.

“But we haven’t even eaten ye–” you’re cut short by Jinhwan’s look.

“Oh sweet, thanks dude. Later,” One of the guys says and gives a head nod before sitting down at your table.

Jinhwan gives a head nod back and then turns, pulling you towards the door. Your eyes connect with Junhoe and you look down, not being able to stand the look of sadness and need in his eyes. Jinhwan glares at him as he walks past, but as you walk past him, Junhoe wraps his hand around your wrist. Now you have your brother grabbing one of your arms, and this extremely attractive and sweet guy grabbing your other. It was like a match of tug of war and you were the toy.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Junhoe asks quietly, his dark eyes looking deep into yours.

“Y/N, let’s go. Now,” Jinhwan says firmly. You turn towards your brother.

“Go to the car. I’ll be there in a second,” you say pulling your arm out of his grasp and moving towards Junhoe.

“Y/N,” Jinhwan says and you can hear the anger in his voice.

Turning back towards him you say firmly, “Jinhwan, I will see you in the car.” And with that, you grab Junhoe’s arm and pull him towards the back of the restaurant. You guys go out the back door and into the ally where it is deserted except for some trash cans. You start to pace back and forth, a bit worked up. You understand that Jinhwan is upset, but he had no right to order you around like that.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Junhoe asks and puts his hands around your upper arms, stopping you from your pacing. He rubs his thumbs in soothing circles that calms you a little bit. You put your hands over your face and take a deep breath. Junhoe lightly pulls your hands from your face and looks at you with a small smile on your face, which you can’t help but smile at. He is so cute.

“I’m better now,” you smile at him.

Junhoe tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “Has you brother talked to you?”

“Yeah we talked a little bit. It wasn’t a good talk though,” you sigh and look down.

“Did he yell at you?” You looked up at Junhoe. There was something about his tone and the look in his eye that was seemed so protective.

“No,” you say softly. “But thank you for sounding concerned.”

“I am concerned,” Junhoe says tracing his thumb over your cheek and jaw. “I feel protective of you.”

Your heart flutters at his sweet touch and words. Junhoe looks down at your lips and then back up into your eyes. The sultry look in his eyes makes butterflies erupt in your stomach and you know that if you don’t leave now…you might do something you’ll regret…or won’t regret, which might be the bigger problem.

“Junhoe…I should go,” you whisper as his forehead rests on yours.

He sighs, but then presses a kiss to your forehead and nods. “Will you text me later? Maybe we can meet up.”

“Jinhwan isn’t going to like that,” you say, looking down.

“Jinhwan doesn’t have to know,” Junhoe says, lifting your chin up and smirking at you.

You laugh at his cocky look. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Okay,” he says with a wink. You smile and turn to walk away but then he suddenly grabs you arm and pulls you back into him. Your front is pressed against his torso and a hand is on his chest. One of his arms is wrapped around you, hand on your lower back. He slides his other hand into your hair and pulls you towards him. Junhoe pushes his lips into yours, catching you off guard, but once you get past the shock of he just kissed me, you close your eyes and start to kiss him back.

Your lips move together with such an ease that you didn’t think was possible. There was a rhythm to it, he would move to the left, you would move to the right. You would need a breath, so would he. You would slightly open your mouth, he would slightly slip his tongue into your mouth…

You pull back even though you’d much rather never leave that ally. “Junhoe,” you say breathing heavily from the few kisses you exchanged.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, eyes still closed, chest rising and falling. You couldn’t resist leaning in and giving him a light peck on the lips.

“I have to go, but I’ll text you as soon as I get home, okay?” You run your hand over his cheek and he opens his eyes at you. He gives you one last smile before leading you back into the restaurant.

Once you say your final goodbyes to Junhoe and his friends, you walk outside and back to Jinhwan’s car. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for your angry brother, and then open the car door and slide in.

You expect Jinhwan to yell at you, but instead all he does is turn to you and asks, “Does he make you happy?”

“Wh-what?” You stammer and look at him eyes wide, extremely surprised by his question.

“Does Junhoe make you happy, Y/N?” Jinhwan asks quietly.

You pause and then put a hand over your brothers and give it a little squeeze. “Yes, very much.”

He sighs and shakes his head, but then chuckles. “You just had to go for my best friend, didn’t you?

You shrug and give him a wink. “Hey, what can I say? He’s hot.”

“Ew, okay, none of that in my presence please,” Jinhwan says with a shudder and starts the car.

You smile and feel a pressure lift from your shoulders. Jinhwan was going to be okay with you and Junhoe, and that made you feel so much better. As you drove home, you texted Junhoe and told him the good news. He was happy about it and said he wanted to see you. You tell him to come by a little bit later once everyone has fallen asleep.

By the time you and Jinhwan get home, it’s already fairly late and your parents are in bed (no doubt already sleeping, they could barely stay up past nine). Jinhwan says goodnight and heads into his room, closing the door behind him. You head downstairs and wait on the couch for Junhoe to get there.

As you feel your eyelids starting to get heavy and close, your phone vibrates.

I’m outside :)

You get up off the couch, feeling jittery and a smile already plastered on your face. You half walk-half run to the front door and open it to a very hot (as in attractive not in temperature) looking Junhoe. His bleach blonde hair was spiked up and he was wearing black jeans and a tight t-shirt that outlined every ridge and muscle in his chest and arms. A smile slowly spreads across his face and then he slides his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug.

You lean up on your tip toes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. He squeezes you tight and then slowly puts you back down on the floor. Junhoe’s hands are still on your back and your hands have moved to his chest. You’re about to lean in and kiss him, unable to resist his lips, when you realize that maybe you shouldn’t makeout with the front door open.

“Feel like a movie?” You ask with a smile.

“As long as I get to lay on a couch with you, I have zero problem with that,” he says with a wink.

You laugh and lead him over to the couch, his hand in yours. He sits down first, but then lays down, patting the spot in front of him. You lay down, with your back against his chest. You press yourself against him and snuggle in closer as he throws an arm over your stomach and nuzzles his face into your neck. Junhoe gives you a few soft kisses on your cheek and neck as the movie begins.

As you feel yourself drift to sleep, you feel more relaxed than you have in a while, because Junhoe spooning you, may be the best way to fall asleep, ever.


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ahhhh hope this was okay! hope everyone is having a good day xx

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