this is really dumb okay bye

KyouHaba Stuff

So I was thinking about one of my OTPs and I came up with shit they’d do ya know?

Okay firstly Kyoutani, contrary to popular belief, is not dumb. In fact he tries extremely hard to stay on top of his work and although he isn’t on top of his grade he isn’t at the bottom either - a good slightly above average but not amazing.

Also Yahaba is not perfect. Tbh he has a little bit of anxiety when it comes to captaincy because he has to fill the shoes of Oikawa and sometimes he has panic attacks. He however is on top of his school work but has a lot of pressure from home and that also triggers his anxiety.

Kyoutani and Yahaba get along pretty well, they have the occasional heated banter but it never crosses the line because Kyou is aware of Yahaba’s anxiety and doesn’t want to trigger it.

They’re not ‘dating’ because Yahaba has a hard time coming to terms with his sexuality since he’s only ever dated girls or looked at girls but his study sessions with Kyou end up with them cuddling and watching super sappy movies (((which Kyou doesn’t necessarily like but tolerated for Yahaba and he soon realised they’re pretty cute))).

Sometimes Kyou, because he was never one for caring about what others thought of him, will peck Yahaba on the cheek at practice and that’s how he starts to become comfortable with the idea of them being in a relationship.

They’re the captain and ace of Seijou and most of their arguments revolve around team strategy. It took a while for Kyou to calm down on court - and by calm I mean he doesn’t hit Kindaichi’s tosses - but now he listens to Yahaba. (((Watari is lowkey glad that it’s calmed down because he was afraid they’d rip each other’s heads off at the beginning what he didn’t know is that those arguments were how Yahaba showed authority over Kyou in terms of his Wolf Pack like view on things)))

Okay but imagine Yahaba going out and buying cute little things like matching key chains and Kyou is like wtf? at first but now he’s oh cute ok and this one time he bought them matching T-Shirts with cats and dogs on them and it almost brought Yahaba to tears because they were hideous and he has a fashion standard to uphold but he saw the adorable earnest in Kyou’s eyes and ended up wearing them to a team outing to which everyone gives them shit for.

And Yahaba accidentally calling Kyou a pet name in the gym and everyone turns to stare at him but he responds normally because he forgot he was in a public place; give it like 30 seconds for the realisation to dawn on them and they look at each other with mortification plastered on their faces while Watari bursts out laughing and the first years giggle but blush also because wtf is happening to their team first IwaOi now this.

One day Yahaba decided to visit Kyou at the pet shelter he works at. He was looking through the dog collars and toys when he comes across one that looks intricately pretty but also confusing to use and Kyou comes up behind him and he’s like ‘oh it’s super easy’ and he puts it around his neck and it was at that moment Yahaba realised he had a kink for collars. ((We don’t kinkshame here))

Yahaba starts stealing Kyou’s home made bentos because he was curious as to what it tasted like since he always had money to buy lunch. But it taste amazing so now the team goes to Kyou’s after practice once a month for dinner - a team tradition.

They go to a theme park once and Yahaba pretends to like roller coasters because he thought Kyou looks like he’d enjoy them. But while they’re getting locked into their seats Kyou quickly confesses he’s terrified and Yahaba instantly regrets his life decisions but as the ride starts he hears Kyou, not yell, but whimper and whine like a dog; and when they get off Kyou leans on him and nuzzles his head into the crook of Yahaba’s shoulder and suddenly he feels extremely blessed.

- Kyou totally does the clichéd ‘throw rocks at Yahaba’s window’ thing
- Yahaba pets Kyou’s head like a puppy and he loves it
- Kyou loves belly rubs like soft gentle rubbing that puts him to sleep
- Yahaba snores a little and he’s always been insecure of it but Kyou thinks it adorable and recorded one time to listen to when he’s feeling down
- Kyou snorts when he laughs and sometimes he ends up sounding like a pug and it compels Yahaba to tackle him and cuddle his head because it’s so fucking cute
- They have weekly study sessions on weekends but they get bored and go out and eventually it turns into their 'date nights’
- Yahaba was preparing himself for completely stupid Kyou on their first study date but was pleasantly surprised when Kyou could keep up for the most part
- Kyou pretending to be dumb and not knowing how to kiss just to watch Yahaba struggle with embarrassment while explaining how to make out
- Their first kiss was a mess because Yahaba accidentally stuck his tongue out and Kyou bit down on it
- They’re super shy with PDA because they’re both guys but sometimes Kyou entwines their hands - he cares less and just really loves Yahaba


The bump (Part III)

The bump I

The bump II

Six months later.

She rolled onto her side, snuggling up to him and he couldn’t help but smile.
A ray of sunshine hit her face and he stroked her cheek. It was impressive how well he had memorized her face. He knew everything about it. And when he would close his eyes, he could see every detail because that was the only way he was able to survive a whole world tour without her by his side.

He knew every little detail.

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Part Three in the series. 

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Shawn and Y/n are now 11.

Y/n is a master in math. She loves math, it’s her favorite subject. Shawn’s favorite class is music, he could spend all day playing the piano. 

“Come on bud, you can do it.” Manny encourages from the other side of the dinner table. 

Shawn’s been trying to do his math homework for over two hours now. He’s becoming frustrated and starting to give up. 

“I hate this, I hate school, I hate my math teacher!” He says throwing his pencil. Manny holds back a laugh and takes the pencil and sets it down on his sons paper.

“Is there someone in your class that you could call to help?” Manny suggests, maybe a friends point of view could help make it make sense to Shawn. 

“No.” Shawn huffs. 

“Actually,” Karen interrupts walking in the dining room.

“No mom, I’m not calling Y/n” He pouts, crossing his arms.

“Why? Did something happen?” Manny asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“No, I just don’t want her to know that I’m stupid.” Shawn mumbles.

“You are not stupid.” Manny says sternly.

“Shawn, Y/n is not going to think you are stupid. You remember last month when she asked you to help her learn to read music for class, did you think she was stupid?” Karen asks sitting next to her son.

“No, it’s a hard thing to learn.” He shrugs.

“But you helped her and now she can read music right?”


“Guess what? Math is a hard thing to learn, maybe Y/n can be the one to help you since me and your dad can’t.” Karen shrugs. Shawn looks at her, he’s hesitant. “I promise she won’t think you’re stupid.” Karen reassures him. 

“Fine.” He sighs and stands up. He walks over and picks up the home phone. 

“Shawn look what I can do!” Aaliyah runs in to show her older brother something. 

“Not now Aaliyah, I have to call Y/n.” He mumbles dialing her number, he knows hers better than he knows his own. 

“You always have to call Y/n.” Aaliyah says going to her dad instead. 

“Hello?” Y/n answers.

“Hey Y/n it’s Shawn.” 

“Hi Shawn.”

“I know it’s a school night but I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner and then maybe help me with my math homework.” He says really fast. Y/n, being friends with Shawn since birth, hears every word.

“You need help?” She asks.

“Yeah I know, I’m dumb, but it doesn’t make sense.” 

“You aren’t dumb, it’s a hard thing to learn. Let me ask my mom.” Shawn can hear the phone shuffle, he has to smile because she just told him he isn’t dumb, like he thought.



“My mom said that she can drop me off in fifteen minutes.” 

“Okay I’ll see you then.” 

“Okay bye.” And then Y/n hangs up. 

“Shawn can you clear your homework so we can have dinner, you can start it again when were done.” Karen says walking into the kitchen. “Then can you set the plates for dinner?”

“Yeah mom.” 

He walks into the dining room and moves his homework to his bedroom. He returns to the kitchen to grab five plates. 

“Honey, there’s only four of us.” Karen corrects.

“No five, Y/n is gonna have dinner with us.”

“Oh okay.” Karen says with a smile. Shawn sets the plates on the table, setting Y/n’s next to his. 

“Shawn Y/n is here.” Manny calls. 


They have just finished dinner. 

Shawn and Y/n are in Shawn’s room, sitting on the floor. 

“Look, you just gotta say the line out loud.” Y/n says moving her pencil over the big PEMDAS written on Shawn’s page.

“The line?”

“Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally.” She says it for him. He repeats it and then smiles. He moves on to the next problem remembering her line and the other tricks she had taught him. 

“Is that right? Negative six?” He asks looking up at Y/n.

“Yeah that’s perfect.” She smiles. 

Manny and Karen stand in the hall listening to the two friends do his homework. She explains when he needs her to, and just watches while he figures it out on his own. 

“Thanks for the help.” Shawn says looking up at her. 

“Your welcome, you know Shawn you can ask me for anything. You’re my best friend, were supposed to be there for each other.” Y/n says scooting a little closer to Shawn. 

“How’s music class going? We don’t have that class together anymore.” He asks moving his math book to the side. They both lean back against his bed, Y/n rests her head on Shawn’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, boring without you. No one is there to make jokes with me.” She says as Shawn laughs.

“Yeah, my class is pretty boring too.” He mumbles.

“But you are in the advanced class?” She says looking up at him. “How can it be boring, aren’t you like playing actual songs?” 

“Yeah but their so easy, it’s like I need to be in an advanced advanced music class.” 

“It amazes me how good you are.” She says looking back down. Shawn looks down too. 

“Hey what happened here?” He asks noticing a cut on her hand. 

“I got pushed today at recess.” She mumbles.

“By who?” Shawn asked becoming worried.


pipe dreams (part three)

inspired by this photo of yoongi from forever ago but we all had the same thought when we saw it, let’s be real

pairing: reader x yoongi

genre: angst, fluff, smut(!!!)

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summary: you’re the girl yoongi left behind to pursue his music career. flash forward seven years, and you’re a lawyer representing a company suing bighit for copyright infringement. what happens when yoongi is still harboring feelings for you?


Returning home, you quickly change into comfier clothing before calling Kyungsoo on your landline, twirling the cord around in your hands.

“Kyungsoo, what’s up?”

“Hi, Y/N. Thanks for picking up when I called earlier.” Kyungsoo sarcastically responds.

“I was busy! My world doesn’t revolve around you, D.O.” You snort, adding in his nickname teasingly.

“Whatever you say. Anyways, I was asking what color you were going to wear tomorrow so that I could get a matching tie, but since you took so long to call back, I just got black.”

“Tomorrow?” You wonder out loud.

“Yes, Y/N, tomorrow. The charity gala. You forgot so soon?”

“Oh, right! Lucky you, it looks like I’m still free!” You recall. You can envision Kyungsoo rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone.

“We all know you were just going to watch dramas all weekend anyways. Let’s be real.”

“Hey! That’s not true! I was going to maybe order take out, too.” You protest.

“Okay.” He responds succinctly. Trust Kyungsoo to be the most straightforward person in the world.

You sigh in to the receiver. “What time are you picking me up tomorrow? I trust you’re picking me up, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at five. Don’t be late, Y/N, we’re going to have to walk the red carpet thing they have set up for photos.” Kyungsoo warns, knowing your tendencies to run late. “Also, dress to kill. I can’t have my date embarrassing me, so you better not show up in that dumb pumpkin-looking shirt with the cars printed on it.”

“Kyungsoo! Are you my mother? I’ll dress really pretty for you, I promise.” You whine. Kyungsoo actually has no boundaries, something you admired most of the time. Most.

“Okay. Bye now, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kyungsoo hangs up without waiting for your response, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

You begin to sift through your closet in search of a suitable dress for the occasion, thanking the heavens for your wide array of formalwear. Perks of being an attorney. From its place on your bed, your phone chimes, signaling that you’ve received a text message. Curiously, you peek over at it, seeing that it’s from Yoongi.

Guilt seeps into your veins as you choose to ignore it. You’ve made your decision. It was out of line to be romantically involved with someone you were pinned against in the courtroom. If anyone found out, you would be removed from the case immediately for being biased. In any other situation, perhaps it would’ve been different…Yoongi had simply reappeared in your life in the wrong place and at the wrong time.

The next morning rolls around rather quickly, and you wake up at noon. As Kyungsoo had predicted, you’d binged dramas until about three in the morning before passing out. This was the routine you had set for yourself on the weekends. Although, admittedly, it did fuck up your sleep schedule pretty badly. Drowsily, you check your phone for the time, gasping when you see you have five more messages from Yoongi.

Min Yoongi: text me when you get home safely.

Min Yoongi: okay, or don’t. that’s fine too, y/n.

Min Yoongi: sleep well, beautiful

Min Yoongi: good morning~

Min Yoongi: are you even alive

The last text had been sent to you a mere minutes ago and your fingers itch to type a response back, but you fight the impulse off. Crawling out of bed, you decide to shower to take your mind off of things. When you step out of the shower, you check your messages again, feeling relieved to see there’s nothing new from Yoongi.

On the other hand, Wendy has sent you a text asking if you want to eat lunch with her. She lives a couple of blocks away from you — walking distance. You agree, and the two of you decide to meet up at a small restaurant nearby.

“Guess what?” Wendy is beaming as soon as you’ve taken a seat in the booth. “I got a promotion!”

“What? Wendy! I’m so happy for you! You worked your ass off for this, congrats.” You cheer, patting at her hand fervently in excitement.

“Thanks, Y/N. That is why lunch is on me.” She says proudly, pointing her thumbs towards herself victoriously.

“Well, I’m not one to turn down an offer of free lunch.” You shrug, giving her a pleased look.

When your food arrives, you snap a photo of Wendy and your meal, posting it on your social media with a short caption: when wendy buys you lunch…

After the two of you part ways, you pull your phone out again as you walk home.

Min Yoongi: so you can post stuff but not respond to my texts. i see how it is.

Gulping, you feel the guilt hitting you again. Well, at least he got the picture now, right?

Your mind is off of Yoongi as you dance around to music while getting ready for the gala. You take your time, allotting two whole hours before Kyungsoo is scheduled to arrive and heeding his warning about being late.

Minutes before he’s supposed to knock on your door, you take in your appearance in the mirror, giving yourself a thumbs up.

You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Y/N!

Giggling, you dramatically swing open the door when Kyungsoo presses on your doorbell, twirling around to show off your gown.

“Nice.” Kyungsoo says simply, nodding his head in approval.

“Yah, Do Kyungsoo! I did not spend two hours blending eyeshadow on my eyelid for you to give me a one word compliment.” You slap his arm. His expression remains the same, a sigh leaving your lips. “Okay, fine. ‘Nice’ is better than nothing, I suppose. A ‘nice’ from you is the equivalent of a ‘wow, Y/N, you’re so beautiful and I’m so glad you are going with me to this, you goddess!’ from anyone else.”

Kyungsoo crinkles his nose at your response, but smiles nonetheless. The two of you hop into the backseat of the car swiftly, making small talk along the way.

“So what can I expect from this gala?”

“Usually we have a toast in the beginning to the cause, and then dinner. Afterwards, there’s an auction and then everyone kind of just wanders around, socializing and dancing. It’ll be fun, Y/N.” Kyungsoo doesn’t have you convinced, as he utters the last few words quite unenthusiastically. You give him a look of disbelief and he sighs. “Okay, it’s kind of boring sometimes because you’re forced to talk to people. But since you’re with me, it’ll be less dull maybe.”

“Wow, Kyungsoo. You really have a way with words.” You coo, patting his shoulder in feigned approval. “Hey, at least I’m out on a Saturday night! That’s better than nothing.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Kyungsoo glares at you.

“You know my life is sad when I’m relying on you of all people to invite me to social events.” You sigh.

The car comes to a stop in front of the venue and you shuffle out of the car. Kyungsoo offers an arm for you to hold on to, to which you raise an eyebrow. He shoots a very threatening glare at you and you clutch onto his arm lightly, ascending the stairs into the building.

You’re greeted with the sight of a small carpet set-up, where guests are taking turns posing in front of a logo-filled backdrop. Kyungsoo and you step in front of the camera briefly. You give a small smile before being dragged to the dining area by your date.

“Hurry up before other guests try and make small talk, Y/N! Let’s find our table.” Kyungsoo whispers forcefully towards you, making an uncomfortable face.

He scans all the nameplates on the tables around the room, wandering to find your table with you attached to his arm.

“Here it is.” He pulls out your chair in a chivalrous gesture. Suho and Baekhyun are already seated at the table with their dates, and you say your greetings before allowing your eyes to drift around, taking in the names of the others at your table. You inhale sharply when you see Min Yoongi on the card directly to your right side.

Of course.

However, Yoongi still hasn’t shown up when the toast is given, and you allow yourself to relax a little. Maybe he won’t show up at all.

You had just immersed yourself in a conversation with Suho when you see the chair next to you pull away from the table in the corner of your eye. Looking reluctantly to the side, your eyes are met with Yoongi’s. He seems rather angry as he takes in your appearance, eyes trailing down your dress.

“Yoongi.” You give him a thin lipped smile. He simply nods in response and you look to see who his date is.

She’s beautiful, a thin woman with tanned skin and blue-green hair falling in waves down her shoulders. She extends a hand towards you, and you grip it solidly.

“I’m Suran. It’s nice to meet you!” She chimes cheerfully.

You give a smile in response, finally putting a face to her name. Your eyes flicker between her and Yoongi.

What’s this feeling you are feeling right now? Was it…jealousy? You mentally curse as you realize you had told Yoongi everything about your love life without asking him about his. Did he like Suran? She’s cute and nice and talented, so why wouldn’t he? Why did he kiss you if he was obviously with Suran? You’re distracted by these feelings of insecurity throughout dinner and the auction.

“Y/N.” Kyungsoo is waving in front of your face. You blink a few times but aren’t fazed by his motions. He squeezes your hand that’s placed on the table in a manner that makes you feel like your bones are being crushed. “Earth to Y/N. Are you okay?”

Snapping out of it, you wince at his strong hold on your hand. “Yeah. I’m okay, just tired from binging too much drama last night.” You joke. “I think I’m going to go get a drink from the bar. Do you want anything?”

As Kyungsoo tells you he doesn’t want a drink, you try to look at Yoongi and Suran out of the corner of your eye. She’s laughing at something he’s said, almost spitting her water out. Yoongi is practically cackling, too, and you feel insanely jealous. What were they laughing at? Some kind of inside joke? They had to have been at least friends for a while, considering they worked together.

Sighing, you put your napkin on your and excuse yourself from the table, going to the bar to distract yourself with alcohol as per usual. Perching yourself on the leather stool, you order a drink and wait patiently for it.

“Having fun?”

Your neck snaps to the side to see Yoongi sitting on the stool next to yours, the legs creaking against the wooden floor.

“Sure.” You avoid his gaze.

“Didn’t know you were friends with Do Kyungsoo.” Yoongi remarks sullenly.

“I am. We met after I consulted for SM.” You shrug, thanking the bartender when your drink arrives in front of you.

“Do you have feelings for him?”

Your eyes shoot up to look into Yoongi’s, finding his expression to be unreadable.

“No, why would you think that? We’re just friends.”

“You looked awfully cozy back there. His hand was on yours.” Yoongi’s eyes narrow.

You stifle a chuckle, almost breaking your serious demeanor. What, he was jealous of Kyungsoo trying to break your hand? That was definitely not a display of affection.

“Well, I could say the same for you and Suran.” You shoot back defensively.

Yoongi snorts. “Not even, but maybe I’ll reconsider. At least Suran texts me back.”

“Okay, then maybe you should go back to her then instead of following me around.” You huff, taking a huge gulp of your drink and wincing at the sting of the alcohol burning down your throat.

Yoongi’s eyes soften a bit. “No, I wanted to talk to you the whole night. Why didn’t you text me back?”

“I was busy. Can’t I be busy?” You claim. You know that’s not the truth, but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you off easy just this once.” Yoongi’s eyes curve into a cute eye smile as he relaxes in his seat. “I missed you.”

You swear your heart stops beating for a little, and you lightly hit your chest in attempt to restart it, pretending you have a cramp or something. It sort of feels like your heart has cramped up. Curse Min Yoongi and his sweet, sweet words.

“I-I missed you, too.” You know you shouldn’t have said this, but you can’t help it. You really did, despite your pact with yourself to not become romantically involved with him again.

Yoongi is grinning his cute gummy grin now, and you feel your head spinning. That has to be one of your favorite sights in the world. His hand reaches out to lightly press against yours, the one that is wrapped around your drink. It’s as if his cool touch wakes you up, and you’re startled at the memory of your promise to yourself. No Min Yoongi. It was too risky.

“M-maybe we should get back to the table before Kyungsoo starts to worry about where I am.” You grit your teeth at your stuttering. You’re lying; Kyungsoo could care less where you crawled off to, but you had to make an excuse in order to avoid being sucked into Yoongi’s charms.

He reluctantly nods and follows you back to the table, hand lightly pressed against your back secretively the whole way. Butterflies are eating away at your insides, you swear. Without notice, the two of you slip back into your seats at the table again. No one seems to care that you’ve come back together because Baekhyun is in the midst of rambling. A million thoughts are coursing through your mind as you pretend to be interested in Baekhyun’s story like everyone else is.

You jolt in your seat when you feel the cold fingers of Yoongi crawling up your thigh, pushing your dress upwards. Thankfully, Baekhyun had just said something particularly funny, and everyone was falling over in fits of laughter. Looking over at Yoongi, you give him a silent warning as your eyes widen. He’s laughing politely at Baekhyun’s joke, ignoring your glare as his fingers trickle upwards, threateningly close to your core.

Nervously, you look down to see the tablecloth is thankfully long enough to cover your lap. The room is dark enough now so that no one would notice Yoongi’s hand in your crotch unless they were really paying attention. People are taking to the dance floor, and music is beating off of the walls.

Despite that, everyone is still seated at your table. Yoongi’s two fingers inch up far enough to hit the hem of your lace panties now, and you’re trembling in both anticipation and anxiety. Was he trying to kill you? Kyungsoo was only a couple of inches to the left of you.

You squirm a little, pretending like you’re adjusting your dress as you grip Yoongi’s wrist, looking frantically into his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You whisper towards him.

“Showing you how much I missed you.” Yoongi says out of the corner of his mouth, giving a fake grin at Baekhyun’s story again.

His fingers travel over your clothed clit before pressing down and rolling firmly. You bite back a whimper at the sudden sensation, opting instead to shove a large chunk of your leftover cake into your mouth. Relentlessly, he draws circles over the lace of your panties as you feel yourself growing wet. Yoongi seems to feel this too, and he gives you a smirk before dipping his fingers into your underwear. His pointer finger swirls around your entrance and drags your juices up towards your clit before his thumb replaces its place on your sensitive nub.

You shakily take a sip of your drink in attempt to act normal, trying your best to hold back your moans. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers into you, albeit rather slowly as not to attract attention. You bite down hard on your lip as he starts to move at a painstakingly slow pace, making sure to drag his fingers against your walls. As you start to feel tension build up in your stomach, clenching erratically, you decide it’s enough. Pushing his hand away from you, you stand up abruptly, causing Kyungsoo to look at you worriedly.

“What?” He asks.

“I have to pee.” You blurt out, turning to go to the bathroom. You hear Yoongi’s chair scrape against the floor as he gives a half-assed excuse. You step outside of the event room and into the hallway of the venue. Yoongi has caught up to you, tugging at your hand to let you know he’s there.

Fuck. You make the mistake of looking into his eyes, finding them full of lust. He gently pushes you against the wall and your lips connect hurriedly, as if trying to makeup for lost time. You mesh your lips together as if time is running out, his tongue swirling against yours needily. Yoongi pulls apart from you to pepper kisses down your neck, sucking furiously at the spot where your neck meets your shoulders.

“Did you enjoy teasing me at the table?” You sputter, trying your best to convey a tone of annoyance.

“Yes. And by the looks of how your walls were clamping down on my fingers, so did you.” He smirks against your skin, hot breath causing shivers to run down your spine.

“What do you want, Yoongi?” You’re not coming off annoyed like you want, instead sounding weak and breathless.

“I want you to suck my dick.” He presses himself flat against your body, and you gasp at the feeling of his erection against your backside.

Turning around to face him slowly, you notice his eyes are black, pupils fully blown out. The lighting is dim in the hallway, and you look around first to see if anyone is outside. No one is around, and you’re far enough down the hallway that perhaps no one would notice even if they were to come outside of the main room.

Hands fumbling, you struggle to unbutton Yoongi’s dress pants. He nudges your hands aside to unzip himself for you, shoving his pants down to the middle of his thighs. His cock practically jumps out at you and you swallow, hard, looking up at him expectantly.

“Hurry.” He whispers as he leans against the wall, forehead against his arm with you trapped between his body and the wall. “I’ve been hard for so long I think I might explode if you make me wait any longer.”

Eyes still locked with him, you take him in your mouth slowly, giving small kitten licks to the head. He gazes down at you lazily, eyes half-lidded. Sliding his length further in your mouth, you press your tongue flat against his shaft, sucking as hard as you can. Gripping him at the base, you find a consistent pace, dragging him in and out while ensuring that you swirl your tongue around his tip each time.

After you speed up, Yoongi finally lets out a grunt and your heart sputters at the familiar sound you’ve missed more than you knew.

“Right there, baby.” His voice is husky as you gag on his dick uncontrollably, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Doing your best to bite back the tears, you try and deep throat him as far as you can go.

Swallowing down, you glance up at him again. His eyes are shut, and you can feel his balls tighten, signaling he’s close to the end. Bobbing your head faster, you return to your fast pace in order to send him over the edge. His legs tense up and you feel his cum hit the back of your throat, hot and erratic. His eyes open again to admire you swallowing his release, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before standing up. Yoongi shoves you against the wall again, tongue flickering into your mouth immediately as he engages you in a passionate kiss that makes your knees weaken. His hands are pressed around your face and you moan into his mouth languidly.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Yoongi whispers in your ear.

“You’re just saying that because I sucked you off in public.” You groan, looking away from him as your words hit you. You just did that.

“No, not only that, but just in general.” Yoongi’s hand strokes your shoulder.

Pursing your lips, you look down at your feet. “Pull your pants up, Yoongi. I’m going back in before someone notices how long I’ve been in ‘the bathroom’.”

Silently, you trudge back into the main room, pulling your phone out to check your lipstick. Yup. It’s all gone, and you can only see traces of the dark berry lipstick around the edges of your lips. You rub furiously at it and reapply, guaranteeing it’s perfect again before taking a seat at the table.

Thankfully, Baekhyun is going on about yet another thing that happened while he was on tour, and no one pays any attention to your return. Well, except Kyungsoo.

“Y/N. What took so long?” Kyungsoo’s eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Uh, there was a line for the bathroom.” You lie pathetically.

“Okay, whatever you say, Y/N. You’re so weird sometimes, you know that?” Kyungsoo sighs, letting it slide, but his eyes tell you he knows you’re lying.

Smiling nervously back at him, you shrug, pretending to be interested in your drink from earlier. Turning to your right, you notice Suran has disappeared somewhere, probably off to the dance floor. At least she wouldn’t be saying anything about both you and Yoongi disappearing. You could very possibly die of embarrassment. Clearing his throat, Yoongi comes back to the table, garnering your attention. You cringe when you notice that he has smears of your dark lipstick around his lips.

Trying desperately to get his attention, you motion for him to wipe it away with his napkin, attempting to look casual despite the panic rising in you.

“Yoongi, you have a little something here.” Kyungsoo quips. “I think your lipstick smeared.”

Well, fuck. Grimacing, you see Kyungsoo giving you an amused look as his eyes are trained on your lips, looking over at Yoongi’s when you make eye contact.

“Please don’t say anything.” You plead quietly. Yoongi seems to be unfazed by Kyungsoo’s discovery, instead giving him an intense stare that seems to be triumphant in nature, as if he’s claiming you as strictly his.

“It’s none of my business what you do. I really could care less, Y/N.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and returns Yoongi’s stare with a falsely sweet smile. With that, he stands up and ushers the rest of the people at the table to the dance floor.

“What, Kyungsoo wants to dance? Is the world ending?” Baekhyun echoes surprisedly, but agrees, happily skipping off to dance and leaving you and Yoongi alone at the table. You bless the heavens for Kyungsoo, knowing he has willingly risked embarrassing himself on the dance floor in order to leave Yoongi and you alone. Regret is overpowering your senses as you come to terms with what you just did with Yoongi, and so soon after vowing to avoid him at all costs.

“Listen, Yoongi.” You bite your lip. Yoongi’s eyes are lit up, and he gives you a gummy grin. “That was a mistake.”

His smile falters, and you see him switch into ‘cold Yoongi’ mode again, as he always does in the face of emotional encounters.

“Okay.” Yoongi seems uncertain of what to say, before shaking his head bitterly. “Yeah, a mistake.”

“You know things like that can’t happen between us given the case we’re both involved in. That was the last time.” You muse. Yoongi sits there silently, his eyes piercing.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends! We should get coffee together some day. I like doing my work at coffee shops.” You blurt out. Suddenly, you’re reluctant to completely burn your bridges.

“I thought I was a mistake.” Yoongi spits out venomously.

“Okay, fine. I’ll just go with Kyungsoo…as always.” You shrug, muttering the last bit to yourself.

Yoongi springs forward in his seat abruptly. “No, wait! I can find some room in my schedule. I have work to do, too.”

Pleased, you smile timidly at him, and although he still seems a bit hurt, he returns the smile halfheartedly. Your tense conversation with Yoongi is interrupted by Kyungsoo, who has returned to the table.

“Okay, lovebirds. I’m sorry to steal Y/N from you, but we’re leaving now.” Kyungsoo steps in.

“Why?” You subconsciously whine out.

“Mark just called me from a bar. He’s super drunk and disoriented, so we have to go pick him up before he gets killed.” Kyungsoo gives you an authoritative look. Sighing, you grab your clutch and offer Yoongi an apologetic smile.

“I’ll text you?” You’re supposed to say it firmly, but it comes out sounding like a question.

“Sure.” Yoongi’s hair falls over his eyes and he brushes it to the side, his eyes anxious.

“Bye. Tell Suran it was nice meeting her for me.” With that, you leave the venue and a very confused Yoongi behind.


It’s only a few days later when you and Yoongi agree to have your coffee date. Date meaning a platonic friend meet-up. Right? You’re not so certain about this point, but you know it should be.

Your heart sinks strangely when you see a text from Yoongi telling you he can’t leave the studio, but your hopes are resurrected when he suggests you come over and do work there. He says that his work be nice background music, as long as you don’t mind. Which you don’t. Knowing yourself, you were so ecstatic to be around Yoongi again that you wouldn’t even mind if he was in a heavy metal band and you had to work on your paperwork with screaming noises in the background. You would do anything to spend time with him again, to make up for the years lost. But in a platonic way, right?

You decide to pick up some coffee on your way to his studio, and you show up holding them in your hands.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.” Yoongi seems rather tense, eyes flickering around the room nervously when he opens the door.

“Think of this as me repaying you for last time.”

Dark circles lay underneath his eyes, and he looks pale and drained. Did he pull an all-nighter? Has he eaten food? Worries swamp through your mind as you take in his appearance. His hair is in a beanie, and he’s dressed casually in sweats and a hoodie.

It’s cute. He looks rather disheveled, but in a way you used to always admire.

Wait, what were you thinking? Yoongi is your friend. Friends don’t think other friends are cute. When did you ever think Kyungsoo or Mark were cute? Never. Mentally slapping yourself, you take a seat next to Yoongi, at a desk that’s rather empty beside his music equipment he’s toiling away on.

Curiously, you peer over at the various switches and buttons, furrowing your brow in confusion.

“How do you know what does what?” You pose a question.

Yoongi shrugs, eyes finally meeting yours. “I don’t know. I just do.”

You feel your face growing hot as you remember what you had done with Yoongi just a mere couple of days ago. Flustered, you turn to pull your paperwork out.

Yoongi looks strained at the sight of your casework.

“Are you supposed to do that around me? I mean, I’m involved in that case.”

“Are you going to spy on my work? I trust you.” You give him a curious look.

“No, it’s just…do you have to do that here?” Yoongi pulls his beanie off, tossing it onto the table and pushing his hands through his hair.

“The case isn’t just going to go away, Yoongi.” You’re mildly annoyed now, and it seems like Yoongi is just as frustrated.

“But it can.” He mumbles under his breath, but you catch it, the thought lingering in the back of your mind as you both resume your work.

About an hour in, you pause to look at Yoongi. He’s scrunching his face into a look of pure concentration as he nods his head slightly to the sounds coming out of his headphones. Clicking the mouse furiously and hitting random buttons, he’s completely invested in his music at the minute. You’re not sure he would notice if you left the room.

It’s…sexy? He’s fully immersed in his work, and you can tell he’s dissatisfied that it isn’t perfect. You bet he’s been working on this one song for forever, tweaking it until it’s flawless. Your eyes trickle down to admire his hands. His veins are visible through his skin, faintly blue and protruding slightly. His fingers are incredibly long, and you bite your lip when you recall the feeling of them inside of you.

“Can you stop that?”

Snapping out of your trance, you look up to see Yoongi giving you an exasperated stare.

“Stop what?” You inquire.

“Looking at me like that.” He smooths his hair down nervously again. It’s a complete mess on his head, and his actions are not helping in the least, but it’s a good look on him nonetheless. “Biting your lip like that.” His eyes darken at the last part, glancing at your lip embedded between your teeth.

“Sorry.” You whisper, holding his gaze. He leans in ever so slightly, a hand reaching out to grasp your face gently. His thumb rolls over your lip, pulling it out from between your teeth. It’s swollen and red, and the feeling of the rough pad of his finger causes shivers to run down your body.

Your eyelashes flutter against your skin as you lean in closer, closing your eyes as you savor the feeling of his touch. His breath is on your lips as his chair creaks, signaling he’s closing the distance. Your breath hitches in anticipation of his kiss, but the sound of the doorknob fumbling breaks the two of you apart. You jolt apart, trying to maintain a casual appearance of working on your respective work.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t know you had a guest here.”

Namjoon is standing in the doorway tentatively and you hear Yoongi let out a huge sigh before turning to face him.

“No, it’s fine. You can come in and do whatever you need to do.”

Namjoon grins at Yoongi’s invitation in, and you turn around to greet him.

“Hi, Y/N! Uhh…” He trails off, rubbing the back of his head. “What are you doing here?”

You still, searching frantically for something to say.

“She’s just here to ask me some questions.” Yoongi cuts in, saving the day. You nod furiously.

Namjoon accept your excuse, shrugging before plopping himself down on the couch on the opposite side of the room. Turning back around, you do your best to focus on your work, but you can’t help but steal glances at Yoongi besides you, biting your lip again.

However, you catch him looking at you, too, and you quickly avert your eyes, blushing. The next time you glance at him, he’s smirking his cocky smirk again. You can’t help it. Dirty thoughts are sweeping through your brain and tingles overtake you as fantasies play out in your head. It’s as if Yoongi can read your mind, and his hand lingers over yours on the table, fingers tickling your skin ever so slightly as he grabs your hand.

The sound of Namjoon coughing in the back causes Yoongi to swiftly retract his hand in fear of him seeing his affectionate action.

“Hyung, are you going to that corporate party this weekend?” Namjoon speaks up from his spot on the couch.

Yoongi licks his lips, providing a distraction for your thoughts. He seems to say something in response, but you don’t know what it is as you’re too busy thinking about his tongue.

“Y/N?” He waves his hand in front of your face. “Did you hear what I said?”

“N-No, sorry. What was it?” You blush.

Yoongi smirks, knowing what you’re distracted by, but speaks as if nothing is wrong. “I asked if you wanted to go to the corporate party with me.”

As if he just remembered Namjoon is there, he adds in. “You know, in case you ever get into patents or something. Just for the experience. It’s for a music device company.”

You turn around to look at Namjoon, who doesn’t look like he has an issue with Yoongi’s invitation.

“Sure. I’d love to go.”


Yoongi arrives to pick you up from your apartment about half an hour early, and you’re still in the middle of doing your makeup when he rings the doorbell. Cursing under your breath, you finish what you’re in the middle of doing before opening up for him.

“You’re early, Yoongi.” You whine, covering your face as you know you’re only halfway made-up and surely looking like a clown at the moment.

“Sorry, there was less traffic than I thought.” He gives a half-assed excuse, shrugging his shoulders and inviting himself into your apartment. He looks around your room, picking up things on your shelf and admiring photographs you have laying around while you sit at your vanity finishing your makeup.

One particular photo is of you with Mark, laughing while on the grass at a park. Yoongi takes great interest in this one frame, picking it up and glaring rather ferociously at it. Coldly, he shows it to you and asks, “Is this your ex?”

Sparing a glance at the image, you shake your head best you can while curling your eyelashes. “Just my friend Mark.”

“How many goddamn guy friends do you have?” He groans, putting the photo down and throwing himself on your bed. He props his elbows up, resting his chin in his hands as he watches you doing your mascara intently.

You ignore his small outburst, concentrating on brushing through your lashes.

“Do you have to do that? You look beautiful without it.” Yoongi wonders out loud. You give him a pointed look in the reflection of the mirror, again ignoring him.

Applying lipstick meticulously, you stand up and grab your dress before heading into your bathroom to change.

“You don’t have to go in there to change, you know. I’ve seen it all.” Yoongi is smirking. Scoffing, you close the door behind you, slipping into your dress quickly before stepping back into your room to spritz on perfume.

Yoongi’s jaw drops as he takes in the image of you in your slinky dress. “Y/N, I don’t think you should wear that out.”

Looking down, terrified, you respond, “Why, does it look ugly?”

Yoongi stands up from his place on the bed to tug the bottom of your dress down. He gasps as the top reveals more of your cleavage, and tugs the top up. This causes your legs to be further exposed, and he groans, putting his head on your shoulder.

“I can never win.” He grumbles.

“Yoongi, what’s wrong with my dress?” You huff, shoving him off of you.

“It’s just, your legs look too good. And your…” His words trail off as he glances quickly at your chest, causing you to cross your arms in front of it to shield yourself.

“Perv.” You slap at his arm.

“I think you should change.” He gives you a demanding look, pointing at your closet.

“No. I’m going out in this.” You roll your eyes and move away to put your shoes on, bending down to adjust the straps.

“Please don’t bend over like that.” You hear Yoongi groan from behind you, and you turn to see his face in his hands. Rolling your eyes again, you grab your clutch and his arm, dragging him out of the apartment.

He drives stiffly to the party, eyes nervously glancing over at you the whole time. You’re mildly flattered by his anxious state, pleased that you could still have this strong of an effect on him. The two of you walk into the party, taking your seat at a table. Chanyeol is seated there, chattering wildly to his date about God knows what, and after you greet him, Yoongi pulls your chair out for you before sitting next to you. He adjusts his chair so it’s super close, and puts his hand casually on your thigh. The heat of his hand on your bare skin is hard to ignore, and you try to keep your breathing equal in fear of him noticing how affected you were.

Thankfully, a distraction arrives in the form of Jinyoung arriving. He smiles sweetly at all of you, his body shielding his guest. When he sits down, you freeze. Yoongi notices this, squeezing your thigh tightly as he gives you a reassuring glance. He seems to think that you’re nervous in the presence of Jinyoung, but he couldn’t be more wrong.

It’s as if you’ve been struck by lightning and your whole body was frying. Goosebumps rise on your arms as the room literally feels like it’s chilled a couple of degrees. Seated right across the table from you is him.

“Guys, this is my friend from law school.” Jinyoung pipes cheerfully. “Im Jaebum.”

Jaebum’s gaze finally lands on you, and his eyes flicker at your attire before traveling back up to your face, a shit-eating grin plastered on his features.

“Jaebum, this is Yoongi and Y/N. Y/N is working on the opposite side in the case I’m on at the moment, so she’s the competition.” Jinyoung jokes.

Jaebum smirks, and you squirm in your seat out of discomfort.

“There’s no need for introductions, I know who Y/N is.”

You swear you stop breathing. What kind of bad luck did you have? What was the probability of running into both Min Yoongi and Im Jaebum in chance situations all in a couple of weeks?

If he hadn’t cheated on you, you’d probably think he was looking fine tonight. His hair is slicked back smoothly, a stark black tone, and his trusty old silver hoops are on his ears. He’s dressed in a sleek motorcycle jacket, over his dress clothes. But to you, the familiar sight of his attire and demeanor is unbelievably sleazy.

“How do you know each other?” Jinyoung cuts in, and Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you curiously.

“Oh, we barely know each other.” You lie blatantly. But of course, Jaebum won’t let it slide.

“I wouldn’t say barely. In fact, we know each other, quite well. Wouldn’t you agree, babe?” Jaebum throws a not-so-lowkey wink at you. As if his words are physical blows, you flinch at his use of ‘babe’.

Yoongi’s grip on your thigh is like steel now, and his teeth are gritted as he smiles rather forcefully at you.

“Quite, well, huh? Babe?” Yoongi repeats mockingly, eyes burning into yours.

Jinyoung chimes in again. “Wow, you guys dated or something, Y/N?” His question is directed solely at you.

“Um, yeah. You could say that.” You deadpan, and the conversation dies at that. The silence that swallows the table is unbearably uncomfortable, and your eyes remain glued to the white tablecloth. Yoongi’s hand is still on your thigh, and you can tell he’s irked by Jaebum’s words, too.

Chanyeol clears his throat, and engages in a conversation with Yoongi. Jinyoung and Jaebum resume conversation with each other, and you’re left sitting quietly in your seat, eyes looking anywhere but at Jaebum. You’re quite certain if you did look at him that you would find his eyes trained on you like a hawk.

So, you decide to escape to the bar to get a drink, your go-to move at awkward events such as this. Excusing yourself, you give Yoongi a timid smile as you remove his hand from your thigh and smooth your dress down. You’ve just taken a seat at the bar with your drink when you sense someone behind you.

Shrugging it off as Yoongi, you ignore it. However, when the figure leans up against the bar, too close for comfort, you realize it’s not Yoongi, but instead Jaebum.

His lips are curled into a smirk and he’s leaned in so close that you can smell his cologne. He still wears the one he used to wear, one that you gifted him for his birthday when you were together. You recall thinking it was great back then, but now it seems like the most overwhelming scent in the world, and you want nothing more than to distance yourself from the fumes radiating from Jaebum’s body.

Ordering a beer, Jaebum looks down at you, sneering in what you assume he attempt to be in a seductive manner.

“How have you been, Y/N? Long time no see.”

You glance at your cocktail nervously, twirling the straw around as you sip quietly on it.

“I’ve been good.” You state simply.

“You look good.” Jaebum doesn’t try to conceal how obviously he’s raking his eyes up and down your body. The hairs on your arm raise as your body tenses up. You fight off the desire to cover yourself with something, anything, as you suddenly feel weak and exposed.

“Thanks.” You mumble emotionlessly, avoiding eye contact by all means.

He steps in even closer. You’re practically pressed against his chest and he sneers again. “You know, I never should’ve cheated on you.” He breathes in your ear. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Jaebum is leaning in to kiss you, and you thankfully turn you head away as soon as you notice his advances. Your breath is caught in your throat and your heart is racing, but not in the same way as when Yoongi is close by. Instead, it’s out of fear when you’re around Jaebum.

Out of nowhere, hands reach out to push Jaebum away from you. Yoongi is gripping him by the collar instantaneously, arm cocked back perilously, his hand clenched in a tight fist. Flames are spitting out of his eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jaebum demands, eyes widening in disbelief.

“She obviously doesn’t want you. Back the fuck off.” Yoongi hisses aggressively.

“That’s for her to decide, not you.” Jaebum smirks despite the fact that Yoongi could knock the shit out of him at any moment. Yoongi practically growls, his arm pulling back further threateningly.

“Stop it, Yoongi! Stop!” You break up his hold on the other man, pushing him back by his chest.

“What is this, Y/N? Is something going on between the two of you?” Jaebum cocks an eyebrow as he looks at your hands still laying flat on Yoongi’s chest.

Retracting your hands quickly, you panic. “No! Nothing.”

Hurt sweeps over Yoongi’s features as he gives you a pained expression, and he opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

“So what happens between Y/N and me shouldn’t be any of your business, Min Suga.” Jaebum spits out his stage name venomously.

Animosity surges through Yoongi’s veins. “It becomes my business when sleaze bags like you prey on women right in front of me.” Yoongi’s shooting daggers at Jaebum, and it’s perhaps the scariest thing in the world. If you were Jaebum, you’d be quaking in your boots right now.

“Whatever. This isn’t over.” Jaebum winks at you over his shoulder as he turns around to go back to the table. “I’ll see you around.”

A shudder rolls over your body, and Yoongi brings you tightly into an embrace.

“Are you okay?” He asks you, hands running up and down your body soothingly.

Nodding tearfully, you pull apart from him.

“Can we go?”

Yoongi nods, and he takes you home immediately, not saying another word to the people at the table and pulling you out of the party swiftly. In the car ride home, you can sense that something is bothering him, but you are too shaken up by seeing Jaebum again that you don’t ask why. Instead, the two of you sit in silence, the only sound the buzzing of the radio.

When you arrive home, he follows you in and tucks you into bed. Moments later, he returns to your room with a mug of tea. Setting it down on the table, he turns wordlessly to leave. Reaching out to grab his hand, you tug him backwards towards your bed.

“Stay.” Your voice is quiet, muffled by the sheets covering your mouth partially.

“I thought we were nothing.” Yoongi spits bitterly, head lowered.

“Yoongi, you know I had to say that. Jaebum knows about the case, and he would totally rat us out.” You sigh, not wanting to argue tonight.

“Always so fuckin’ professional.” The bitterness in his voice fades away slowly, and a new venom seeps in in its place. “Who is that asshole, anyways?”

“I dated him in college for awhile.”

“That was him?” Yoongi pieces things together. “Did you love him?” His eyes are dark, unreadable.

“Y-Yes.” You admit painstakingly. “But I think it was only because he reminded me so much of you. I was vulnerable, and he helped alleviate my pain. Only temporarily, though, because he ripped me a new one.”

You wince at the memories before continuing. “He cheated on me.”

Your voice comes out a whisper, almost silent, but Yoongi hears it loud and clear. The strong loo on his face falters, and his eyes soften drastically as he clutches at your hand.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He obviously doesn’t deserve you.” Yoongi shoves the covers aside and slips into bed with you, turning you to the side as he faces you, his strong arms holding you tightly against him.

“And you do?” You whisper again. Your noses are brushing against each other lightly.

“I don’t either.”

Wordlessly, he closes the gap in between you.


a/n: goddammit that took so long for me to write!! y/n is so on and off,, i hate her. how can i hate someone i made up?? hmmm…i just do. HAHA but aren’t we all really indecisive sometimes? this is definitely much longer than previous chapters, which i am thoroughly satisfied with. :-)

Sewer Drain

A/N: Based off of an Instagram post by zachwtflmao
Requested: No
Pairing: None
Warnings: Cussing. Lots of it.

I skip through the empty street, playing with the ring on my finger. I can’t remember where it came from, not that I care, it just stays on my finger cause I’m too lazy to take it off.

Almost as soon as I say that, I hear a noise, which causes me to jump. I sigh and look down at the ring, it served no purpose so why should I keep wearing it?

I yank it off my finger and throw it down the sewer drain next to me. I didn’t hear a clank, the sewer must be super deep or something. I don’t know much about them. I start to walk away, only to hear a voice coming from the drain.

“Is this your ring?” A voice calls. It sounds deep, and kinda scratchy. It gives me the creeps, that’s for sure.

I turn around and look into the drain, only to find the face of a clown staring back at me. Hell no, hell no! I frown and continue walking, only to stop when the voice calls out to me once more.

“Aww don’t be that way (y/n), I only want to give you your ring back,” the clown finishes the statement with a light giggle. How in the hell does this bitch know my damn name?

I rush back there, a stupid move really but I’m not thinking about that right now, and kneel down to look at the clown.

“How the fuck do you know my name sir? Who in the hell are you?” I ask each question with an urgent tone.

“Why I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown,” his bells jingle as he says dancing, was that drool?

“Okay well I shouldn’t be talking to strangers so bye,” I sass as I get up to leave. Honestly that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, kneeling down to talk to some damn clown in the fucking sewer drain. I mean who does that? Dumb people, that’s who.

“But we aren’t strangers are we? I’ve given you my name haven’t I?” The clown asks, a little bit of bite in his voice.

I give him a glare, “bitch I don’t know you. All I know is that your name is Pennywise and that you’re a dancing clown and I don’t give a shit. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got places to be.”

“B-but don’t you want your ring back?”

“I mean I don’t really care. Sure I’ll take but if you aren’t going to give it to me I’m not gonna be angry,” I tell him, starting to get uneasy with this whole situation.

The clown dons a cheshire like smile, and holds the ring out a little bit towards the entrance to the drain, “Here. Take it.”

I widen my eyes, is he dumb? No way in hell am I about to reach my damn hand down this stinky ass sewer drain to get no fucking ring that I don’t really care about in the first place.

“Oh hell no! If you think I’m gonna stick my fucking hand down that nasty ass sewer drain then you done lost your damn mind! Stupid ass clown, you ain’t gonna catch ME sticking my hand down there. Hell no,” I scream at him.

I quickly bolt, the sewer drain growing distant with each step I take. That’s the last time I throw something down a sewer drain ever again.

You’re Cute

Request: Ok so, it’s super fluffy but who doesn’t love fluff 😂 so you go on a date with Barry and come back with him to Joe’s house and cuddle on the couch, then you fall asleep and he carries you to his room, more cuddling more fluff etc and the next morning you come downstairs in Barry’s S.T.A.R labs jumper and Barry introduces you and Joe and you get along really well with him, you leave the room for whatever reason and Joe tells Barry how much he likes you etc etc basically, it’s super fluffy and yeah -@ineedtoorganizemybookshelf
Also including these prompts: “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.” And “You’re hair is so soft.”
Word count: 1213
A/n: 754 words in a realized I didn’t read the request correctly. I’m soooooo sorry. Joe knows the reader before they go on the date.

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SVT Hip Hop reaction to you roasting them on a regular basis


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Mingyu: “I DON’T NEED YOU IN MY LIFE!……Where are the tissues? BUT AFTER THAT, I DONT NEED YOU”

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Vernon: “Listen I can roast you all day too. You only roast me all day because you have no life” “… do I even need to say it”  “……….no I know” “how do you roast yourself, you’re so dumb I’m done with you bye you have no life either if you can roast me all day” “I WASN’T THINKING” “YOU NEVER DO”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! For your broganes au, I was wondering if you saw yourself in Keith's position or shiros? Because you said it was about you and ur sister? It was an awesome au! Love your art!!~

I see myself in keith’s position ^_^ my sister is older and is always watching out for me haha

awwww i really wanna be a part of the guest art is there a way to sign up for it ?

Thank you, but the queue is filled up! :3c

HI YOUR ART IS AMAZING AND ALSO YOU STORY also I have a question why do spawncampers kill demiflora outside save points if the demiflora are just going to respawn / come back to life in the same location idk I don’t know anything about video games this might be a dumb question okay thanks bye

Demiflowers do not respawn, every death for them is permanent just like any other human. Iris however…

anonymous asked:

Okay so Idk if you’ve ever heard the song Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time but I have this stupid headcanon where the entire UA class 1-A does this really shitty low budget music video to it. Like they’re all wearing sunglasses, Kaminari and Kirishima are pretending to snort smarties, Bakugou pushes Uraraka around in a shopping cart, and like idk I just needed to tell someone because I literally can’t not think of this dumb thing every time I hear this song and it’s so dumb but I love it k bye

Class 1-B takes this as a war declaration and do their own shitty videos

They make the teachers vote for who has the best video, but it was a draw so the war continues

Bad Boy! Hyojong

* leather jackets leather jackets leather jackets
* the type to try and be all brooding and mysterious
* “what are you doing?” “what are any of us doing, really?”
* if he wore anymore black he’d probably have a heat stroke from all the layers
* in your chemistry lab
* always sits in the back and doodles on his notebook instead of paying attention
* makes snappy comments under his breath 25/8
* you always hear them and have to fight off laughing
* bc the last person who laughed at him ended up switching classes the next day
* rumor has it he beat them senseless
* (fact: he didn’t. the kid dropped the class bc he couldn’t keep up)
* hyojong didn’t correct them though
* not the type to care what people think of him
* always glaring at someone??
* does he need glasses or is he just an ass
* back to chem lab
* so y’all manage to piss off your teacher
* and so he picks lab partners for you for this experiment
* shocker, you get hyojong 

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ETA: Hi Guys, I’m no longer taking any more “Now for something completely different” requests. If you aren’t in either of the lists below then I’m really sorry, you missed it. This was super fun, time to get back to Parks and Rec mash-ups now. I’ll do another one when I get to 2000 some day. 

1000 followers aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Thank you all for following my silly little blog and enabling sharing my dumb jokes.

If you send me an ask or reply to this post with the name of a show or movie (that is not Parks and Rec) I will make you a thing.

Like if you’d said “Mean Girls”, you’d get something like this:


1. There are no rules. Just dooo it. 

okay I love you, bye. 

Things made - 

That’s all folks! This was fun! Stay tuned for the rest of these and then back to your regular scheduled Parks and Rec mashups

If I have learned anything from this experience it is that I do not watch nearly enough TV. 

  • sasuke: *tries to kill naruto*
  • naruto: it's alright, i will never give up on you... because you're my friend!!!
  • fandom: SEEMS LEGIT! AWWWWW <3
  • sasuke: *tries to kill sakura*
  • sakura: it's alright, i will never give up on you... because i want to save you from your darkness and i love you

Paint (Pt.2) (Reader x Delsin Rowe)
Word Count: 6000 something
A/N: This work is totally unfinished. But here is part 2 if anyone is even reading it haha. There’s some AU in this. If you’ve played the game you’ll know what it is when you see it.

The both of you hadn’t even realised that the dinner had taken up a couple hours of your time. It passed by so fast. It seemed like Delsin and yourself had a lot to talk about and it never felt awkward if you both fell into silence. The city was cold in the evening, though the cool breeze was welcome after the warmth of the pizza place.

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anonymous asked:

Zane: "I'm bi" Garroth: "Is this that 'I'm bi-lingual' joke? Cause that's really dumb." Zane: "No I'm just bi. Now I gotta go." Garroth: "Okay, bye!" Zane: No Garroth that's my sexuality not my name."

So if you headcanon him as bi, and I headcanon him as bilingual and biracial, then he is *justin timberlake voice* bi bi bi

fee&kee au - stuff explained

ships: gimli/legolas, aragorn/arwen, faramir/eowyn, bilbo/thorin, ace!fili/kili/tauriel and maybe some bard/thranduil and dwalin/ori ???

what they are all doing generally speaking: 

Thorin - CEO of Erebor Industries (what does it do? idk?), Dis - Corporate Lawyer, Bilbo - English Prof, Elrond - History Prof, Gandalf - Language Prof, Dwalin/ Thranduil/ Bard - idk adults i havent actually come up with jobs for them or any of the rest of the company apart from the obvious things

Ori - grad student studying film making/screen-writing (if im gonna do dwalin/ori he cant be too young ja feel?), Fili - senior in college, Kili/Tauriel/Bolg - juniors in college, Arwen/Legolas - sophomores in college, Gimli/Aragorn/Boromir/Eomer - freshman in college, Faramir/Eowyn - seniors in highschool, Sam/Merry/Pippin/Frodo (yes they will be in this au) - elementary school (like 1st or 2nd grade)

Random Headcanons

Their uni is in rivendell. This au exists in Middle-Earth its just /modern/ and everyone is kinda human sized (although I am trying to keep some of the height differences?? just usually people are sititng or something so you cant even really tell. but leggles is deffo taller than gimli okay cool bye.) So all the places are from Middle-Earth. They dont like go to New York one weekend or something.

apparently tv shows and movies do exist and everyone is obsessed with criminal minds cause lbr criminal minds

Fili, Kili, and Gimli live in a house a block off campus they call House Durin cause they are dumb (gimli got out of living in the dorms cause hes living with “family” way to go cheatin the system babe)

Legolas and Tauriel live in an apartment together they call Greenwood Loft

Boromir and Aragorn are roomies in the dorms and constantly talk about how much they miss Gondor. Faramir (and Eowyn) come visit a lot. 

Fee&Kee got internet famous from some really ridiculous Vines they made. And then they branched out to youtube and insta

tbh instagram is just the easiest format to tell a story with so thats why i use it the most

thorin met bilbo at a coffee shop and had no idea he was fee&kee’s english professor. bilbo corrected his grammar. thorin fell in love. 

eowyn totally had a crush on aragorn cause he was the hot stud at the rohan highschool (he was only there a year cause he kept transferring and moving everywhere) but then he went to college

she met faramir while visiting her brother at rivendell uni where faramir was visiting his brother. what a coincidence…aragorn may have set it up idkidk aNYWAYs instant love. gr8. its a long distance relationship cause they go to highschool in their respected cities but they are both planning on going to rivendell uni next year 

aragorn took a year off to go live in the woods before college and he likes to spend most of his weekends camping

gimli and legolas once went on a camping trip with aragorn cause they thought it was gonna be fun and relaxing. it wasnt.

eomer is punk and wants to be in a biker gang

boromir is great and wonderful and perfect. the end. 


((and tbh i think thats all i really have for this au. again if you want to write fics or something go for it. or if you just want to take it in a different direction thats totally fine too. I would love to see any and all versions ^^ please send me a link if yall do write something cause I would love to read it!!! also if you just want to send me headcanons you have about it thats awesome too!! i have a modern lotr tag for headcanons on this blog btw))

film student!daniel au

my first ever thing i’ve done for wanna one so bare with me as i make mistakes and probably make daniel sound gross and weird i’m trying ok sheesh,,, so uh if this does okay i’ll probably do all eleven,.,.,.,

  • the flower boy of the film department
  • everyone jokes he could be an actor instead of a director but he always waves them off with nervous laughter
  • yes, it’s true that a lot of people prefer daniel over a lot of the other film students
  • and yes, it’s also true daniel blushes every time because wow,,,me???
  • a perfectionist
  • smiling through the pain
  • he has to redo a shot thirteen times but is still : )
  • the teachers obviously favor him just a bit
  • “just a bit”
  • he could literally hand in a photo of himself and they’d give him an A
  • really good friends with one of the kids in the dance department, ong seongwoo
  • put them together and you’re guaranteed a mess
  • seongwoo is affectionately dubbed the devil on daniel’s shoulder
  • daniel would die for him
  • ok maybe actually
  • his whole instagram account is his cats
  • affectionate shots of peter and rooney
  • “peter loves glamour shots”
  • cat king
  • is just counting down hours until he can see his cats again
  • “yes i’m so happy to be here at this honor banquet.” is rooney ok omg
  • and ofc you know about daniel he’s literally all the women in the prop department talk about
  • he also calls the prop department maybe twenty times a day because he’s really indecisive and can’t decide what he wants to do 
  • you’re okay with being on standby bc who woULDN’T???
  • he apologizes every time he calls,,,,,literally every time
  • “i would come get it myself but my assistant says i shouldn’t need to i’M SOSORRY
  • it would be a lie to say anyone in your department really minded
  • the next monday the phone lights up there’s practically a brawl and you sort of just spy movie style step around the bodies and answer it
  • you know he can hear the chaos in the back but he never mentions it
  • you can HEAR the sigh
  • “i, i really need someone to bring another school desk i forgot last time i’m so sorr y”
  • you have to tell him it’s alright like fourteen times
  • “its okaY” “ohm ygod i’m so so so sorry”
  • it’s kind of heavy and you want to complain but then you step into the studio he’s working in and suddenly all the problems you have melt away 
  • suddenly the world is good the birds are chirping life is good
  • he thanks you so much like his assistant is so maD LIKE HE STOPS
  • it takes all the courage in you to ask what he’s doing
  • he kind of just stops bc like,,,,,,,should he?
  • and then you absolutely panic like, oh gOD NEVERMIND ABORT 
  • “you dont have to t-”
  • “n o nO i was just trying to word it so it made sense,,,”
  • he tells this story of a romantic short film about a boy and a girl falling in love but the girl in the story was actually a boy and in the end the first boy decides he’s okay with it 
  • and its really cute and you’re like, wow
  • he kind of rambles off for a bit until you’re cut off by a very incessent “ahEM” 
  • and you’re both like,,,,, omg we’ve been here too long omg g
  • you kinda cough nervously like “bye good luck”
  • and he turns back to the set and you’re replaying the moment in your head like did i embarrass myself i probably sounded so dumb omg lord pl ease
  • and he turns and kind of just yells “whATS YOUR NAME”
  • your turn and point to yourself bc there’s no way he’s talking to you
  • “yeah you, prop person”
  • youre like
  • oh
  • god
  • “y/N,,, you?”
  • you think you’re real slick pretending you don’t know who he is 
  • “kang daniel.”
  • you just smile and turn to leave again
  • spoiler alert: he does

anonymous asked:

yo would you do stanlon christmas and hanukah headcanons? i think thats what the other ask might have meant with the 'holidays together' ask idk but the italy headcanons were ADORABLE, how do you think stan and mike would share christmas and hanukah together mixing both?

oh shit omg okay so i didnt even THINK about holidays like that and now i feel so stupid wtf kill me i feel so dumb what the  fuck  !!!!!! bye

- okay so lets for HC purposes say that hanukah and christmas dont cross over this year, so Stan is all bubbly and excited about it because that means he can actually invite Mike around 

- He asks Mike at lunch, and Mike is all chill about it until he realises that this is basically Stan asking him to meet his parents and he kind of,, chokes?? he’s sort of met them before but because Stans house isn’t the one of the “designated sleepover spots” he’s never really spoken to them - it’s especially scarier now that Stan and Mike are dating

-He agrees, but he tells Stan he “must” come to his house at christmas and Stan nearly lights up like a christmas tree tbh

- When Mike comes around, Stan has already been telling his parents to keep jokes and cringey questions to the BARE minimum!!!!! pls mom!!!! Mike dresses in this cute little patterned sweater and his classic blue jeans!!! Stan sees an angel

- They play dreidel and at first Mikes slightly confused and then he gets the hang of it and this boy doesn’t even hold back, he’s completely thrashing everyone at the game - Stan, Stans father, Stans 11 year old cousin. He shares his wins with everyone though, such a soft boy

- Mike also eats waaaaaaay too much sufganiyot and he feels like his gonna explode so he and Stan sneak off upstairs so he can undo his jeans. this maybe leads to some making out and Stan wiping the sugar off of Mikes mouth. also soft giggles and cuddles into the night, Stan wears Mikes ugly sweater??

- then a few weeks later it’s christmas day and Mike comes to pick Stan up in his truck, he’s wearing a brand new coat and a wooly hat, smiling like a massive goofball. Stans wearing Mikes jumper and some black jeans, he’s got mittens on!!! 

- Mike has a present very precisely wrapped on his lap, gold paper and red ribbon. Stan gives Mike a litte green box with silver ribbon on and Mike notes how perfect the ribbon is tied and smiles because he knows Stan probably redid that atleast 6 times. 

- Stan gave Mike a pocket watch, gold and with a little image of the world map on the outside, Mike loved it and wrapped his arm around Stan, kissing his temple. Mike got Stan a new bird encyclopedia. Stan pretended like he didn’t already have it, but when he got home he threw his old one out and gave Mikes book a new trophy stand in his room.

- Mikes farm was so sweet at christmas time, like all the coloured lights and the crackling fire!! also, Mikes grandad is the BEST at making hot coco!! marshmallows, whipped cream, chocolate flakes!! amazing

- Mikes distant family comes to the farm over the holidays and Mike and Stan play hide and seek in the crop fields with them, Mike always wins and picks Stan up when he finds him, spinning him around. Also, Mike sings all the lyrics to the christmas songs in Stans ear when the family is all sat around the fire listening to tunes!

- Yet again, the night ends up with giggles and cuddles and “i love yous” in the dark, except this time they’re both a bit tipsy off of eggnog and whiskey and Stan wakes up with a santa hat on in Mikes arms 

Incorrect Grethan Quote #019
  • Cameron: Are you feeling okay, Grayson?
  • Grayson: Yeah, why?
  • Cameron: Last night I heard you moaning and it sounded like you were in serious pain. Were you filming a stupid challenge video or something?
  • Grayson: Oh...that was, uh..well, you see...
  • Ethan: He just got a really bad charleyhorse.
  • Grayson: Yeah! That's it! A charleyhorse. Wow, they sure do hurt!
  • Cameron: Alright, well, don't do anything dumb while I'm gone. See you later.
  • Ethan & Grayson: Ha! Ok! Bye!
  • Grayson: Take that shit-eating grin off your face, douche bag. That could have been really bad.
  • Ethan: It's not my fault I'm so good in bed that you can't control yourself.
  • Grayson: You're going to be talking about this all day, aren't you?
  • Ethan *fake moaning*: Yes! Oh God! Yeah!