this is the first time i have wanted a tap dancer to win

Yuri!!! On Ice Old Hollywood AU

I know actor aus are pretty common within fandom, but just think about a Yuri!!! On Ice actor AU set in Old Hollywood! It would take place in the late 40s, but have all the aspects of the YOI universe that we have come to love (no prejudice against race, gender, sexual orientation etc.).

·         Victor Nikiforov as five time award winning mega star and darling of the studio, being bored and disenchanted with his career sees a picture starring Yuuri Katsuki. Despite the movie’s flaws, he is enthralled by this new charming actor and his performance.

·         Yuuri Katsuki as a promising actor who suffers from anxiety and as a result doesn’t have the ability to choose the correct vehicles to fully showcase his talent and wonders if he should just quit Hollywood.

·         At the after party of the biggest award ceremony of the season Yuuri becomes drunk and hits on Victor, a super star who he has admired for years and made him want to become an actor in the first place.

·         Victor becomes even more enchanted with Yuuri after this and decides to take a break from his acting career to help Yuuri pursue his dream of playing a part that’s so good he would win an Academy Award for it, much to the displeasure of studio boss Yakov Feltsman.

·         Yuri Plisetsky as the child actor who is now an adolescent and wants to have his perfect debut in his first mature role. He is the son of a former child actress and was raised on the studio lot, groomed by the executives to be the next Victor Nikiforov. He was promised to be mentored by Victor and becomes enraged to know he has been ditched for another actor that shares his first name. He’s taken under the wing of former dancer/ silent movie star turned studio big shot Lilia Baranovskaya instead.

·         Phichit Chulanot as Yuuri’s friend who he studied acting with under the tutelage of Celestino Chialdini. He excels in singing and dancing and wants to be the biggest star to feature in Technicolor musicals like Gene Kelly. He dreams of writing and starring in his own musical and ropes in his good buddies Guang-Hong Ji, tap dancer extraordinaire, and Leo de la Iglesia, singer turned actor, to work with him on this project.

·         Christophe Giacometti, one of Hollywood’s most popular bombshells, is mostly known for his roles as the ditzy blond (think Marilyn Monroe), but is actually deeply intellectual and sensitive. He wants to transcend this persona and craves to be taken more seriously, but can’t seem to shake the clueless sexpot image. He can’t help but feel jealous of his good friend Victor, who is equally considered a sex bomb but IS taken seriously.

·         Jean-Jacques Leroy as a heartthrob who mainly stars as the hero in adventure movies and swashbucklers. He has a reputation to be difficult to work with, because according to directors he is always trying to push his own vision onto a movie. He’s often accused of his pictures being vehicles to display his own ego.

·         Seung Gil Lee as the actor who abhors the publicity and elbow rubbing with his fellow actors that is involved with being a celebrity. His perceived coldness makes him shine as a suave villain in film noir pictures.

·         Michele and Sara Crispino as former child actors who starred in vaudeville together as a double act. Since trying to become big in Hollywood, Sara longs for independent projects that don’t include her and her brother as a set, much to the distress of Michele. He, in his turn, is pursued by good friend Emil Nekola, who is a great comedian, to star in his next screwball comedy together.

·         Mila Babicheva as the beauty queen of Hollywood, known for her roles as the femme fatale and the hottest redhead since Rita Hayworth. She becomes quite taken with her friend Sara, who has a sweet yet powerful voice like Judy Garland, after seeing her in a musical picture.

·         Georgi Popovich, dramatic actor, deeply romantic and a THESPIAN above all things. He has a tumultuous love life and his over the top performances are often considered too avant-garde for Old Hollywood sensibilities. Loves to star in Shakespeare adaptations.

·         Otabek Altin as an actor who is admired by everyone in the industry for his quiet yet intense performances. He simultaneously has the reputation of being a bad boy involved in some minor scandals as well as keeping to himself mostly. Is often type-cast as the manly, smoldering anti-hero in film noir pictures. Remembers Yuri Plisetsky well from his youth on the studio lot and tells him this rather dramatically when Yuri is set to co-star with him in his latest crime movie as ‘the icy blond’.

If y’all like this I’m going to write a fic, I s2g.

Edit: Yeeesss, I’m going to write a fic! check #yoi old hollywood au for future updates!

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 


house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.

Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes (WIP) by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)


Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps


Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”


A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.




warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex, masturbation, sub!hoseok + dom!reader, dom!hoseok + sub!reader

Originally posted by morekpopmore

masterlist | ask | song

Sitting on the brilliant white fabric sofa in the sexiest, most shameless silky robe and matching lingerie you possessed you waited impatiently for your boyfriend Hoseok. The two of you had been together for almost three years, your relationship was absolutely perfect but you couldn’t deny how much you missed him each time he worked away for promotions. Hoseok was the lead dancer of the famous Kpop group BTS, and ever since you laid eyes on him in an overcrowded humid nightclub in Hongdae, you knew he was the one.

It was the way his body moved rhythmically to the music as he danced, thankfully alcohol provided him with enough courage to steal you away from your friends and show you a good time. Your bodies were hot, sweaty and fuelled entirely by an unquenchable thirst for each other; you didn’t remember much else about that night, mostly just the feel of Hoseok’s glistening back muscles beneath your desperate fingernails. Who knew that wouldn’t be the last time your bodies were lost beneath his bed sheets. 
Three years later here you were, the same desire for him circuiting your body.

He would be home soon.

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❝ That’s my lady. ❞

Plot: You’ve been distant from yoongi and he finds out the reason it’s because you recently became an underground dancer. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,5k+

For anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Once again you had to give up time with Yoongi and you felt incredibly guilty about that.  

He was trying hard to be more present despite his schedules and you couldn’t make time for him. It seemed as if the situation was reversed.  

But you worked so hard to become part of that group that to waste the opportunity was the last thing you wanted.  

“Are you okay Y/N?”  

“Yes, Jisoo.. Let’s keep trying, the competition is between a few days and we have no time to lose. ” You settled the matter with a weary smile and the music started again.  

Your muscles were pleading you to stop, but you didn’t have any intention to listen to your body.  

You would have won that competition of underground dance, at all costs.  

~ ~

The silence of your apartment was a relief after hours and hours of loud music and yelling.  

You were feeling your feet sore for too many hours of practice, your arms looked like jelly and your legs almost struggled to hold.  

The bathroom was your main direction but the fatigue won completely on you; making you collapse on the couch. Your little dog Kira, Yoongi’s gift for your birthday just passed, ran on the couch and settled on your breasts beginning to lick your face, welcoming you with joy.  

“Hey, little girl. I’ve missed you, you know? ” You whispered, starting to caress her soft coat; “Have you been good? I’m sure cutie.. Now you mom sleep a little, huh! ”  

Your voice went to fade and sleep got the better of you, while the little Kira continued to lick your face looking for attention she did not have netted.  

The little dog was not alone in wanting attention, Yoongi left the kitchen shortly after and he watched while you slept blissfully on the couch, with your shoes on and a veil of sweat to wet your forehead.  

He approached you, trying in every way to not wake you up, taking off your shoes and taking the blanket from the couch.  

“What are you hiding, Y/N?” He murmured placing the blanket on you; “You’re always more distant and it worries me. And why the heck you’re all sweaty. ” He added, perceiving at that time of the sweat on your skin.  

Intrigued he recovered your purse and a folded leaflet bad came in part from the hinge.  

And was watching it carefully that each piece of the puzzle in his mind found the right place.  

~ ~

The voice of the leader was attracting the attention and the agitation was literally eating you alive. Your first competition and all eyes of those present seemed to be probing your soul.  

What you didn’t know is that Yoongi was hiding in the shadows, watching you, not knowing what to expect. Once he has found the flyer of the competition he had started to bother you less and you couldn’t figure it out, but you had so many thoughts on your mind that you were worried a lot.  

You felt a horrible girlfriend and were promised that once won that competition, you would have devoted whole days to your grumpy boyfriend.  

“Y/N, are you ready?”  

“I am always ready, sunbae.” Your sigh made him raise an eyebrow; you knew that you seem scared in appearance; “Really Sunbae, I’m fine.”  

“I hope for you if we lose we’re out of the competition.”  

You nodded while remaining silent. You wanted that Yoongi was there, but you didn’t have time to tell him anything. Maybe you were even afraid that he would not approve even if several times he had been the first to say to chase your dreams.  

“Ready?” The leader asked again, looking at you and while infusing somehow the calm needed to take the stage.  

The music echoed in the underground car park where he was holding the competition, it was not illegal but secrecy was something fundamental, and now your body responded to the music, starting to remember every single effort made in those weeks.  

You wouldn’t ruin anything, you would win.  

~ ~

Your group had defeated the first group, something that made you particularly proud and now you should have been battling with another to gain access to the semifinals. Your gaze continued to wander in the huge crowds and inside you were hoping, even though you knew it was impossible, to see Yoongi’s gummy smile.  

Your group began to dance, you and two other girls had been joining at the third bar when a familiar voice spread anywhere and made all completely stop.

“Why did you stop? I want to see you dance, you were doing so well. ” The voice said and you weren’t the only one to know her. You became almost afraid it was just a figment of your imagination, but your friend erased all doubt.  

“This is Suga’s voice.” She muttered upset.  

“Then I’m not the only one to hear it..”  

“I WANT TO SEE YOU DANCE, CMON’!” He yelled again, with his pick-ups English, making you smile like a child in front of the candy.  

He was there, he was there and every fear you felt in those weeks vanished altogether. You would dance for him and after you would apologize for the bad girlfriend who you were.  

Finally, the music began again and your group was ready for action, starting to dance following the choreography to perfection.  

The victory was yours, you were more than confident.  

~ ~

“WE WON, WE WON, YEAAAH. WE’LL GO TO SEMIFINALS!!! ” JeuYoo shrieked, hugged you and making you laugh. She was a little girl but her enthusiasm was always welcome. “Y/N, WE WOOOOOOOON. BUT NOW I WANT TO SEE SUGA. WHERE IS SUGA. DID YOU HEAR THAT, WHERE IS HE!!! ”  

“Don’t ask me.” You muttered, ignoring her request; “Go to find him, if I find his I’ll send you a text!”  

“RUN!” And she ran really, making you sigh of relief.  

You did not tell anyone about being Yoongi’s girlfriend, you did not want favoritism or they took advantage of his fame to win the competition.  

More than yourself, it was always Yoongi’s sake that you cared.  

“I thought you’d get tired of me.” A voice behind you murmured, making you turn and running towards the dark corner where it had arrived.  

Your boyfriend was waiting for you with his gummy smile on his face and a small Freesia in his hand, your favorite flower.  

In his simplicity, he always managed to surprise you. You were throwing your arms around his neck, freezing in remember you were completely sweating soup and perhaps not very fragrant.  

“Why don’t you hold me??”  

“I’m all sweaty Yoongi …”  

“Who the fuck cares, come here.” He exclaimed almost blew for your response, lapping your shoulders with one arm. “It isn’t a bit of sweat to get me away, silly girl.” He added into your ear, provoking yet another smile.  

You hid into his arms while he started to brush your back with his other hand, slipping his fingers along your spine just like you loved. He knew you so well that sometimes scared you.  

“I’m sorry Yoongi…”  

“Now that I know you don’t want to leave me, I feel better.”  

“LEAVE YOU? Pabo… I’d be a fool to leave you. ” You felt almost offended by his thoughts, but you couldn’t blame him. You heaved your gaze and bit his cheek gently, causing him to rotate his eyes pretending to be disgusted.  

“You’re damn good Y/N, you know that? I’m used to Jimin, Jungkook-ah and Hobi.. but I’ve never seen anyone dance like you danced you tonight. ”  His compliments made you blush, forcing you to hide your face against his neck again. Two of his fingers were under your chin, lifting your face and letting your eyes met. Your eyes were talking without that they need to be accompanied by words.  

“I’m proud of you, Y/N”.  

“You don’t know how much this counts for me, Yoongi.”  

“Now we go home, take a shower and then I’ll see what to do with you.”  

“What do you mean…?” You asked, not understanding what he meant.  

“Oh… Now that I’ve seen you dancing you couldn’t think you get away with it. I need a sexy dancer for my next solo videos. ”  

“Yoongi… NO WAY ” You shouted and he tapped your mouth with his open hand, giving you a killer gaze.  

“I’m not. Everyone needs to know how much you’re fucking good, Y/N ”.

The ultimate list of Falsettos headcannons

Some of these are stolen from @falsettosheadcanons

- Can play 3 instruments: trumpet, piano, and guitar
- is very bad at the trumpet (but played it all through middle school and a little bit through high school ), can play a few songs on the guitar, and is very good at the piano. But he is mainly a GREAT singer (he joined choir when he quit band in high school)
- Is addicted to coffee. He will slap a bitch if they talk to him before he drinks coffee
- As we know Marvin is very smart. He reads all the time and Whizzer practically has to tear the book he’s reading out of his hands. But some people may not know he especially excels at math, and can do almost any math problem in his head.
- One time: He got in a fist fight with a Trump supporter (he is VERY invested in politics)

- Is a musical ho and sings them VERY loudly in the shower
- When he was little he always tried out for the school musical, but the poor kid is practically tone def. he treasured his parts in the chorus though.
- Not only is Whizzer an amazing photographer, he’s also a great drawer. He particularly loves pointillism
- He has invested his life to those BuzzFeed personality quizzes. He not only takes them himself, he will take them on behalf of Marvin (because he refuses to do it) and see what they get.
- One time: he almost became a model. But he was still in high school at the time and his parents said that was “too gay”. Boy, did his parents have a surprise a few months later when Whizzer came out.

- Is actually a great dancer
- She used to do competition dance for tap and ballet and still does dance moves from time to time.
- Is very addicted to Candy Crush
- LOVES cats. Much to the dismay of Jason, she will foster stray cats for a few days and let them back out into the wild (Jason: What if they have rabies?!?)
- One time: she was on Cutthroat Kitchen. She was not afraid to sabotage anyone, so much that she went a little ~overboard~. She spent all her money in the first round, and got all the sabotages in the next round. Mendel was still very proud of her anyways even though she lost.

- Will wear a Snuggie un-ironically
- He loves all infomercial products. He owns 3 Shamwows
- His favorite animal is a goldfish and he will go to the fair and win 10 goldfish.
- He has an ever growing Pillow Pet collection
- One time: he took Jason and Trina to an amusement park to go on this all-new-very-VERY-tall roller coaster. Mendel, is terrified of heights but wanted to be a good sport. Needless to say, it did not end well.

- Is a straight A student, but barely scrapes by in gym
- He actually was supposed to earn a C in gym because of his lack of physical ability, but many angry phone calls from Trina and Marvin later, he managed to get extra credit to get an A.
- Like Whizzer, Jason is also very good at drawing. But he draws cartoons.
- Hates public speaking. Every time he has to speak in front of the class, he gets all nervous (poor bby ;~;)
- One time: in class when he had to write an argumentative essay he wrote “why chess is better than checkers.” Which seems stupid, but not only did he get an A+, his was used as an example in front of the whole class

- Actually has two degrees: one for being a doctor and one for pre law
- She decided she wanted to be a doctor instead because she wanted to save people. Not send someone to prison
- Has a very weird taste in music. She has a Spotify playlist with half rock music and half classical music. She puts it on shuffle to “get some variety”
- Charlotte & Marvin are bffs and totally watch Jeopardy and play along together with no shame.
- One time: in middle school she tried to prove she wasn’t a “goody goody” by pulling the fire alarm. It did not go over well.

- Is VERY accident prone
- That’s actually how she met Charlotte. Cordelia broke her arm and went to the doctors office to get it looked at, and met her.
- Loves the snow. She grew up in Southern California (where they obviously don’t have snow) although she’s been living in New York for quite some time, she still gets a kick out of seeing it
- Also loves bubbles. Will buy 20 of those $1 bubble wands just for no reason.
- One time: she tried to make Charlotte cake for her birthday solely based on instructions from Pinterest. Just,,,,,, make of that what you will

Feel free to add :)

anonymous asked:

#95 w/ j-hope pls!

Prompt request: “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Hoseok’s dance competition takes place during his birthday, leaving you in Seoul and him in New York. Luckily, you, being an amazing girlfriend, are able to pull some strings.

Word count: 1.3k works

“I miss you, babe,” Hoseok said, pouting dramatically. The video call was grainy and the sound was terribly distorted, but it was enough. “I’m so lonely.

“It’s only been a week,” you laughed, even though you felt the same way. “I think we’ll survive.”

“I know, I just wish you were here,” Hoseok said, serious this time. “I don’t like being away from you. And I don’t even get to spend my birthday with you!”

“I don’t like it either, Hobi,” you agreed with a sad smile. You yawned loudly, almost succumbing to the immense tiredness you felt. “I need to go to bed soon.”

“I keep on forgetting about the time difference,” your boyfriend said sheepishly. “Go to sleep now. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Good luck at semi-finals today,” you grinned widely, your eyes turning into little crescents that Hoseok adored. “I know you’ll advance.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Hoseok laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

“Bye, Hoseok,” you said, moving your cursor to end the call. “I love you.”

“Love you, too!” he shouted, making a heart sign with his arms. You laughed as you ended the call.

Immediately, you jumped up. You grabbed the backpack that sat beside your bed. With our passport in one hand and your boarding pass in the other, you slipped out of your apartment. As if you were going to miss your boyfriend’s birthday!

You hurried downstairs where a taxi was waiting for you. Once you had settled in the car, you told the driver you’d tip him extra if he could get you to the airport as quickly as possible. After all, you had a plane to catch and a cute boyfriend to see.

The flight was long. Torturously long. Luckily, it was one of those planes that had WiFi, so you were able to talk to Hoseok. Just like you expected, he and his crew advanced to the finals. He was in a hip hop group that originated from Seoul but was notorious worldwide. They were going to face off against another crew from London.

Best of all, Hoseok didn’t expect a thing.

Currently, you were waiting for the airport shuttle with a few other passengers. Since you had some time to kill, you pulled out your phone to message Hoseok.

SENT 10:53 AM

Happy birthday boo!!!! Good luck today 💕


Thanks Y/N 💘 I’ll win for u!!!!

SENT 10:55 AM

Ur always #1 in my heart 😘 but I know you’ll win anyway

The shuttle finally pulled up in front of you. You boarded the bus and sat near the back, your backpack clutched tightly against your chest. You were nervous travelling in a new city alone, but for Hoseok, you’d do anything.

A little while into the ride, you remembered to message Jimin. He was a member of Hoseok’s crew and had also agreed to help you with your birthday surprise.

SENT 11:26 AM



wtf ok

SENT 11:27 AM

Just remember to stick to the plan ok


i don’t know how u convinced me to do this

SENT 11:29 AM

For the sake of true love???? Anyway, if anything goes wrong it’s on u

After about an hour, you arrived at the hotel Hoseok was staying at. Luckily, he wasn’t sharing a room with Jimin. Your wingman provided you with his suite number, so you attempted to navigate the huge hotel. The competition was also being held at this luxurious complex, since it was equipped with a stage and theatre.

Eventually, you found yourself in front of Jimin’s suite. You knocked on the door furiously, and you could hear Jimin cursing as he hurried to let you in.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he hissed, throwing the door open and ushering you in. “Please relax.”

“I can’t,” you said, flopping onto Jimin’s unmade bed. “I’m so nervous. How is Hoseok? Confident? Sad? Excited?”

“He’s pretty calm, actually,” Jimin informed you, sitting beside you. “You know how he gets, though. He’s been reviewing our choreography nonstop.”

You and Jimin talked for a few minutes before a text alert interrupted your conversation. Jimin checked his phone and stood up.

“Hoseok wants us to practice one last time before we compete,” Jimin explained as he slipped on a pair of sneakers. “You know where to go, right?”

You nodded, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of seeing Hoseok perform. Once Jimin left, you dumped the contents of your backpack onto his bed. You had thrown in an outfit to wear. It was chic and all black, which you figured was suitable for a hip hop dance competition. After half an hour, you had gotten changed and applied some light makeup.

Your phone buzzed quietly. You patted around the messy bed, finally locating the device. It was a message from Hoseok.


I know you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to say I love you a lot. I’m pretty nervous, but thinking about you makes me feel better. I’ll do my best for you

You felt yourself smiling, a few tears pricking your eyes. You blinked them away and stood up. The finals were starting soon.

The other crew performed first, but they were no match for Hoseok. His team performed crime-inspired choreography. It was raw and powerful, and each member moved in perfect unison. Then, Hoseok performed a solo piece. Each move was sharp and strong, and the fluid dance was punctuated by athletic displays if flips and rolls.

It was no surprise that the judges announced that, unanimously, Hoseok’s crew had won.

The entire crowd roared in congratulations. Even Hoseok’s opponents were cheering. You watched happily from the sidelines. But once Hoseok and his crew took the mic to accept their victory and the trophy, you knew what you had to do.

You snuck backstage, greeted by the Hoseok’s sound technician, Namjoon. He grinned at you, realizing your plan, and shot you a thumbs up.

Slipping through the curtains, you were immediately met by blinding lights. Hoseok was addressing the crowd.

“This means so much to all of us,” Hoseok said. “These dancers became my brothers, and we have sacrificed our blood, sweat, and tears to get where we are now. I would never have become the person I am today without them. I’d also like to thank my girlfriend who has supported me through everything, and even though she couldn’t be here–”

Jimin tapped Hoseok’s shoulder, cutting him off mid-sentence. Hoseok looked him, confused, until Jimin motioned to look behind him. Slowly Hoseok turned, and then he saw you.

It was like time slowed. You saw his eyes widen in slow motion and his lips moved silently. You both stood there, unmoving, for several moments.

Then, time caught up, and you were in each others arms. Hoseok spun you around, before setting you on your feet and kissing you roughly. His hands held your face gently, and your kiss turned salty as Hoseok began to cry.

Gently, you pulled yourself away.

“You really came,” Hoseok whispered, smiling radiantly despite his tears. “I love you so much, Y/N. Seeing you makes me happier than any damn trophy I could ever get.”

“Happy birthday,” you laughed, a few of your own tears sliding down your cheeks. “I would do anything for you. And I missed you too much to stay away.”

Hoseok pulled you into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of your head. In the background, the crowd applauded thunderously.

“For the record,” you said, “I told you that you would win.”

- Girl in Luv

I really wanted to post this request on the 17th. But I got stuck working till 12:30 AM so missed Hobi’s bday 💔 Also I wrote another story but I hated it?? So here I am, it’s 4 AM, and I hate myself. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed. J-Hope, stay gold!! Happy birthday

WIP Wednesday

Here we go, it’s been a looong time since I posted something from the San Junipero AU. It’s still coming. Slow but sure. Or maybe just slow.

“Yuuko told me that you’re here almost every night,” Viktor says, hands in his coat pockets as he approaches the boards. Yuuri looks down to straighten his glove; Makkachin scales the bleachers again. “Nobody else is ever here?”

“I’m not sure many other people know it’s here,” Yuuri says softly, still looking at his gloves. “I, um, think I might have made this place? Accidentally? And there’s a bigger rink further into town, where I think people play hockey. You’re the first person I’ve ever—ever seen here, aside from me.” He turns and drifts away, skates gliding almost soundlessly along the ice. “It looks just like the rink I skated at in my childhood, you see. Before I moved to America to pursue my career.”

“Is that where you are now?” Viktor asks, skates forming on his feet as he steps onto the ice. “America?”

“No,” Yuuri says, but doesn’t elaborate.

“They must be more lax about their regulations on the system, wherever you are,” Viktor says, desperately trying to get Yuuri to tell him something, anything about himself. “Most visitors are only allowed on once a week, were I’m from. Any more than that and they start worrying about your ability to tell what’s real and what isn’t. Dissociating. That sort of thing.”

“That’s not…really a problem for me,” Yuuri says softly. “I don’t really have anything to confuse it with. When I’m not here, I'm…not anywhere.”

That close to death? Viktor wants to ask, but knows that some people are sensitive about that topic. Viktor is one of them.

Yuuri turns around and skates backwards as Viktor continues forwards. He tilts his head to the side and asks Viktor, “Do you remember any of your old routines?”

Viktor grins. “Darling, I remember every routine I’ve ever choreographed.” He taps his head. “I may not be much to look at nowadays, but my brain—that’s a steel trap.” For figure skating, anyway. He thinks he may have broken every promise he’d ever made to another human, but he’s never forgotten a single step sequence.

“You seem like plenty to look at to me,” Yuuri says softly. There is a blushing tenderness to his expression as he narrows his stride for Viktor to close in, the two of them now moving carefully within each other’s space. Viktor never skated with a partner, and his only experience with tandem skating was teaching students their routines, but he imagines that this is similar to what ice dancers feel. Tuning your body in to the fine frequencies of another person, reading the subtle movements of their muscles to decode how you, yourself, should move. Yuuri settles into a glide, pushes his hair behind his ear and asks, “Would you show me?”

“One of my old routines?” Viktor asks.


Viktor considers this. There are hundreds to choose from; after retiring he’d made his living coaching and choreographing several consecutive generations of figure skaters. He took over Yakov’s roster after his heart attack and then, after the man died and Viktor discovered he had been left everything, moved into Yakov’s house and built on a dormitory-style addition that could house ten students. Young skaters came from the world over to attend his ‘school.’ In the mornings, they got up before dawn and went straight to the rink. In the evenings, Viktor sat at the large dining room table with books, pens, pencils, laptops, tablets and ten students and made sure they were training their minds as surely as their bodies. It was a winning strategy; at one point, he had a National Champion from every continent on his roster.

Of course, he got old. He reached a point where teaching choreography was an impossibility, and like Yakov before him was forced to hand over the reins. But his love for the sport and for his art, the things he could express with his body and a pair of skates, never left him.

“Alright,” Viktor says. “I think I have one.”

Yuuri skates eagerly to the boards, which he lifts himself onto easily, skates thumping and leaving no mark. Viktor used to yell at his students for such a thing; but then, it’s not as if Yuuri can hurt himself if he falls backwards.

Viktor skates out to the middle of the rink. Around him, the lights dim as he breathes deep. The opening strains of a song barely remembered start quiet on the speaker system; Viktor wasn’t sure that there would be enough of it left in his mind for it to play, but it does. When he hears it, it’s like a reflex; his body still remembers this routine after so many years. It was a crowd favorite; his free skate for one of his last seasons and his gala skate from then until the day he retired. He thinks it had something to do with the sweeping, grand sound of the tenor’s voice, singing a song that anyone could understand even with no Italian in their vocabulary.

What he never told anyone was that for some reason, one day, he sat down and choreographed a pairs routine to the duetto reprisal from later in the opera. It was an idle thing, probably something he did just to see if he could. It’s one of those routines that has rattled around in his head, unused, for decades. He’d never coached a pairs team. He’d never had a reason to use it.

For some reason, as he performs this routine in front of a beautiful man in a world that doesn’t exist, it’s the only thing on his mind.

Stammi vicino, non te ne andare…

When he finally comes to a stop, arms folded over his chest and panting at the ceiling, lungs aching from the exertion—and isn’t that odd? That lungs can hurt in a place like this—he realizes that he only has five minutes left.

Yuuri is skating over to him, blades quick on the ice. Viktor looks to him, and sees a still-wet tear stain on both cheeks.

“That was beautiful,” Yuuri says softly, once he’s within earshot. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Now I know why you were so famous.”

Viktor hums out a laugh and reaches out a hand to Yuuri’s cheek, thumbs away the wetness there. Yuuri’s breath stutters and Viktor murmurs, “I’m sorry it made you so sad.”

“Not sad,” Yuuri whispers. “Just…emotional. I cry when I’m emotional, it’s something I’ve always done. I’m not sure why.” He reaches up his own gloved thumb to swipe away the other tear. Viktor feels somehow cheated; he wanted to wipe away that one, too. “What does it say? The song? It’s about love, right?”

“All the best songs are,” Viktor chuckles. Three minutes left. He drops his hand from Yuuri’s face and slides a little closer, until he has to consciously tip his head down to meet Yuuri’s eyes. “Stay close to me, never let me go.”

Yuuri’s eyes go wide, his breath hitching. A delicate and beautiful blush rises onto his cheeks.

“That’s what the song says.”

Syzygy (JJP x Reader)

Request: could u do a fluff polyamorous relationship w/ jaebum an jinyoung pls?

Member: Got7′s JB x Got7′s Jinyoung x Y/N

Type: Fluff

I balanced my chin on my palm as I looked lovingly across the ottoman at Jaebum. He was buried deep in the rule book for scrabble, his tongue stuck between his teeth as he groaned along to different words he scanned over. I tilted my head focusing my eyes on the younger boy next to him, Jinyoung’s face was hidden behind a dictionary as he flipped through the pages quickly, muttering to himself. 

“I’m going to assume it’s not-” I began quietly, looking back and forth between them. 

Jinyoung lifted up his finger to hush me as his eyes remained glued on the book before him.  

“Oh no, I’m certain it’s a word,” Jaebum grumbled. “Jinyoungie wouldn’t dare put down something if it wasn’t a word. I just don’t know if you’re allowed to get that many points in one turn…” 

“Ah-ha!” Jinyoung gasped, his finger tapping the page quickly. “Syzygy, a conjunction or opposition, especially of the mood with the sun.”

Jaebum rolled his eyes before continuing through the rule book, flipping back and forth helplessly. 

“I believe that is 25 points…with a triple word score…” Jinyoung whispered happily to himself as he arranged the tiles. Jaebum’s eyes grew as he looked back and forth from Jinyoung to me, his expression soon growing sour. 

“That’s it, we’re breaking up,” he said, shaking his head quickly, tossing the rule book to the side and beginning to stand. 

“Yah! Jaebummie!” I cooed, trying not to giggle as Jinyoung’s jaw dropped and he looked up at our boyfriend. “You know Jinyoungie wins every time we play this!” 

“Plus wouldn’t that be awkward? If you broke up with me…but kept dating Y/N…and I kept dating Y/N,” Jinyoung said, a charming smile on his face as he rubbed Jaebum’s calf. “Plus you’d have to see me at work, the whole thing would just be so messy.” 

Jaebum crossed his arms, shimmying his shoulders as he pouted. 

“For someone who claims he has no aegyo, he sure is adorable when he’s upset,” I whispered, reaching over and pushing Jinyoung affectionately. 

“It’s not fair when you two gang up on me,” JB grumbled, shuffling over to the couch. He plopped on the aged leather and drew his feet up to sit behind me. 

“You like the attention,” I laughed, standing as well. My attempts at leaving the living room were futile as Jaebum wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me into him. I landed comfortably in his lap as he held me to his chest and nuzzled into my neck. 

“What? Does the winner not get any accolades?” Jinyoung gasped, fake shock on his face as he walked over, plopping alongside of Jaebum and setting his legs on top of mine. JB unravelled one arm from around my body and set it lightly on Jinyoung’s thigh. 

I smiled to myself as I watched them interact. I knew I was incredibly lucky to be in a relationship with both of these men. One of the best parts of my relationship though, was being able to watch the loving dynamic in which Jinyoung and Jaebum operated. They didn’t have to be overwhelming in their show of affection for one another, but it was a quiet adoration. They loved each other so deeply that they didn’t have to scramble to figure out how to convey it. I was just the fortunate bystander who managed to get caught in their crosshairs. 

I leaned my head back against Jaebum’s collar bones and sighed contently. I thought back to the day this all began. 

Jinyoung had sat me down on this very couch, angling himself on the ottoman before me so our knees knocked. Jaebum paced anxiously behind him, rubbing his chin with his hands as he shot me the occasional nervous smile. 

“I was going to draft a contract, but JB said it would be too creepy,” Jinyoung had sighed, a smile lighting up his face. 

“Contracts…” Jaebum grumbled as he quit his pacing. “How many times did you end up reading Fifty Shades of Gray?”

I smiled goofily as I looked up at my two best friends, completely lost in all of their dramatics. 

“What we’re trying to say is…we’ve both been talking. We both have…really strong feelings for you, Y/N,” Jinyoung continued quietly. Immediately a shiver ran down my spine as I looked at them. Surely they wouldn’t force me to choose between them? Each boy had their merits. Jinyoung was warm, considerate, responsible, and devoted. He enjoyed reading and cooking. Meanwhile Jaebum was insightful, dependable, strong, and steady. He lived and breathed the music he surrounded himself with. They were both dancers, singers, and overall incredibly talented people. 

“And we both want to date you,” Jaebum sighed, cutting through my thoughts. “But the issue is…we’re already dating each other.”

My mouth opened and closed as I tried to process the information being fed to me. What? 

After discussing the logistics for what seemed like hours, we finally came to the decision that we should give each other a chance. All of us. All or nothing. This would be my first polyamorous relationship, but if it were to happen, I’m glad it would be with them. 

That was nearly a year ago now and I couldn’t imagine life as anything different. Of course like any other relationship, we had our difficulties, and of course our difficulties were not the normal for the majority of relationships, but we worked through them. We trusted each other, and loved one another and that was what mattered. 

“What are you smiling about over there?” Jinyoung cooed, rubbing his hands along my legs. 

“Why are you complaining about her smile?” Jaebum chuckled, smacking JInyoung playfully on the arm. “Our jagi is happy.” 

“I see that!” Jinyoung spat. “But I like to know what she’s thinking.”

Jaebum sighed, smiling simply at Jinyoung as he placed his hand on his cheek. Jinyoung nuzzled his face into Jaebum’s palm and kissed the skin there. 

“That, that right there is why I was smiling,” I whispered. 

“Hm?” both boys hummed, their heads snapping to look at me. 

“You two,” I nodded, my voice a little bit louder. “You two are the reason why I smile.”

“Why?” Jaebum chuckled, shaking his head. His hand twitched on my side as he played with the fabric of my shirt. “We’re a pain.”

“Speak for yourself!” Jinyoung said, his smile wide. 

“Nothing worth having has ever been easy Bummie,” I giggled, flicking him in the middle of the chest. “I’m sure I’m just as much of a pain for you guys.”

“Only when you don’t do the dishes, or when you put the toilet paper on facing the wrong way,” Jinyoung nodded, his brows furrowed in thought. “Those are really things I’ve chosen to look over though.”

Jaebum rolled his eyes as he pulled both of us closer. “You two are probably the most worth while pains in my ass I have ever had.”

“Don’t let Jackson hear you say that,” I whispered. “He’d be so hurt.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not looking to pick up another boyfriend anytime soon,” Jaebum smiled. “I have my hands full here.”

“Once again, I don’t understand. I am a literal dream,” Jinyoung said, fluttering his eye lashes. I looked back and forth between the two boys before we all collapsed into a puddle of giggles and limbs. 

“A dream who cheats at Scrabble,” Jaebum hissed, shooting a quick wink my way. 

“It’s not cheating, it is winning aggressively!” Jinyoung gasped, becoming defensive immediately. “Don’t be jealous.”

“How could we be jealous?” I smiled, looking at the boys lovingly. “We have all we want right here. I think taking a loss in scrabble is a fair compromise.” 

Originally posted by wonhoforjackson

So I said to her Angelina I want to, I really really want to- but what about brad? Brad’s like a son to me. You’re a good man. I know, I know. *buzz* come in! One direction are here to see you. Who? One direction, they’re making their new movie, shall I send them in? Sure, I love new movies! They’re here, the real movie stars! The biggest band on the planet! You’re right they are, I love the direction. Come on guys, take a seat! Can I just say what HUGE fans we are of you guys! HUGE! Niall, Louis, Liam, Harry, zack. ..It’s Zayn. Sure, whatever you say big guy. We cannot wait for this movie, it’s gonna be the greatest movie of all time. I’m talking ACADEMY AWARDS! Emmys! Baftas! Have you ever seen Forrest Gump? Sure. Better than that! Have you seen the hangover? Yeah. Funnier than that!!! Have you seen titanic? ‘Course. Sadder than that. Sounds ok. It’s better than ok, zack, it’s award winning. We want to introduce you to our marketing guy. marcel! MARCEL! oops, hi! HERE HE IS! he’s gonna run you through some thoughts for the movie. Really nice to meet you guys, I’m a huuge fan. Cute as a button every single one of you! First scene, I’m talking massive dance number. I’m thinking 100 dancers, fireworks, the lot. Dance is just so hot right now! Hey, you know I used to be a dancer? Really? What kind? Ehh mainly tap. You got the shape for that. I want you to meet Leeroy, he’s going to be your choreographer. Leeroy hmMm! Hi boys!! Hiii!! Ok so here’s what I’m thinking, first opening number is going to be really big, staywithmecusimquitquick, 5678! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 and Niall for the shimmy, for the shimmy, for the shimmy, and Zayn pirouette, and Louis do the splits, and Liam stay exactly where you are cause you are per-fect. …we’d never do that. So that’s something for us to work on, thanks Leeroy. Now let’s look at some of the styling options for the film. Now personally, I think this one is the one. Absolutely not, we’d never wear that. Riiight, how about this one!! No. It tested really well. Never in a million years. ………. Ta daaaaaa! MAYBE ITS THE WAY SHE WALKED

anonymous asked:

Hello my love! I'm really sorry this is a reader insert but I've been waiting to send you this for a while! I would like reaper and Hanzo (separate) with a (preferably fem) s/o and the s/o is insecure about her pale skin. It makes her not want to show any of her skin but unfortunately it's getting warm, so their boyfriend is confused as to why they're wearing long sleeve tops and jeans? And then they reassure them it's fine and lots of fluff?😘 sorry if this is confusing and thank you if you do!


Before his botched resurrection he was always the first one out sleeveless and in shorts at the first hint of sunshine.

Now he’s glad he has you to be miserable and bundled up together when everyone else enjoys the spring weather

As such for the longest time he doesn’t even care why you do it. If pressed he’d assume you were doing it out of consideration for him, but the truth is as long as he’s not alone wearing his winter clothes for as long as humanly survivable (and, in his case, beyond that), he’s fine

It takes the annual spring cleaning to stoke his curiosity. In true spring cleaning tradition you started by sorting through the old books and photo albums and have spent the past hour reminiscing about the past, cleaning supplies forgotten by your side.

“Puberty saved your ass.” you say as you flip through the remarkable transformation that is a pre-pubescent Gabriel hot on the way to win the World’s Most Awkward Kid award to the man so beautiful his mirror image fell in love with him.

“I once got out of a speeding ticket because the cop thought I was hot.” he says conversationally and flips the page to show you the incident in question, recorded from the passenger seat of a car. He taps the photograph and it plays a short video, showing a cop in an unfamiliar uniform flustered at Gabriel’s shameless flirting.

“Italy?” you ask.

“Spain. With the ingrate. He filmed.” he says.

You move on, dusting off old memories instead of the vases that really need it more. Once you’ve gone through his Life in Pictures, it’s his turn to tease you for every life choice you ever made that got immortalised on film. Eventually though a theme starts to emerge.

“Alright, I have to ask. What’s with the long sleeves?”

He points at a picture taken just a few years before you met him on a carnival parade in Rio. You’re the only one with sleeves reaching past your shoulders and the difference is all the more stark with the scantily clad dancers in front. You shrug, try to flip to the next page but once something got his interest there’s little to stop him.

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Ballroom Night

Daredevil Imagine
Character: Matthew Murdock
Reader: Female
Word Count: 2,382
Warning: Smut, extremely hot waltzing, swearing, very fluffy ending.

Author’s Note: I know it’s long but I hope you like it!!!!! Hope you wanted fluff, smut, and fun! toratoratoramikey

“To Nelson and Murdock!” Foggy says as he holds up his glass.

“AND,” Matt starts,“both of our beautiful assistants.” I know he can’t see, but I swear he could sense my blush.

“I’m glad we decided to hire you Y/n. One assistant for each of us, because god knows just one of you can’t handle us both. This past year wouldn’t have been the same without you. Either of you. You two are special.” Foggy says.

“You’re just glad you finally have Karen to yourself Foggy.” Matt retorted.

We all took a drink and laughed a little. Foggy got up and grabbed another bottle from Josie. While he was gone Karen got up and went to the bathroom. Leaving me alone with Matt.

It was a secret I only shared with Karen. I had the biggest crush on Matt. Honestly, I might just be in love with him.

He’s just sitting there and smiling and knowing smile. I feel as though my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Damn that smile.

“Y/n…” he looks at me and smiles.

“Yes Matt?” I say looking up from my drink.


“Here we are with a new bottle. Starting over but drunker than before,” he laughed holding the bottle as though it was handed down from God.

"Pour me another glass Mr. Nelson.” I smile.

“Oh, come on. I told you Y/n, call me Foggy.” He said with a mock sternness.

“Leave the poor girl alone. I mean she has it bad enough,” Karen pinches my cheek. “It’s ballroom night and she’s got no one to dance with.” She stuck her lip out and gave me the puppy eyes as sympathy.

“I’ll dance with you Y/n.” Foggy smiles. I look across the table and see Matt visibly tense.

“No offense Foggy, but you can dance. Like at all.” Karen laughs and will all join in.

“How about you Matthew? Will you salsa with me?” I ask feeling my liquid courage kick in.

“MATT? Ha! Thats a good one Y/n. Matt is just as bad as I am. He can’t dance.” Foggy laughs.

Immediately Matt gets up and walks around to my side of the table. Grabbing my hand he plants a light kiss on the back sending my heart fluttering.

“May I have this dance Ms. Y/l/n?” he says as he bows.

“Why yes you certainly may Mr. Murdock,” I smile. I catch Karen’s wink as I stand. Grabbing my drink I take one last swig and lead Matt out to the dance floor.

"I won’t make you look bad.” Matt whispers in my ear. “I hope.”

“Wait one moment.” I walk up to the DJ and ask for one of Tchaikovsky’s Waltzes. He nods and I turn and walk back to Matt.

“A simple waltz shouldn’t be too hard for a beginner, right?” I say as he puts his hand on my waist. My breathing hitched, and he smiled as if he noticed. His hands are so large the practically reach my spine. Those long fingers. I silently thank god that I wore an open back dress tonight.

“Right,” he laughs.

The music begins to play. Matt and I sway back and forth. I rest one hand on his shoulder and slide the other into his larger one. I feel the roughness of calluses against my fingers and palm. He grips my hand lightly.

Suddenly he pulls me flush against his chest. The hand on my lower back practically lifting me to him. He smiles and places a soft kiss to my cheek.

“The thing is honey, I am no beginner.” He pulled away and lead me into the most professional waltz I’ve dance since graduating from Cromwell Academy of the Arts. Each stride was as if we have been dancing together for years. We dance perfectly insync. We dance like leaves floating in the autumn wind. I don’t even have to think. I can’t think.

Matt’s hand grips tighter on my back. If it were possible we are now closer than we were before. He leaned in and his lips brushed my ear.

“You only dance like this with me from now on. Do we have an understanding Y/n?” He gives me one of those devilish grins, and slips his hand lower on my back. I just nod in fear that if I spoke it would just come out as a moan. God those hands. What those hands could do is driving me insane!

“Your heart rate is off the charts Y/n. You aren’t thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you?”

He spins me and pulls me pack into his very inviting arms. I put one palm to his chest and slowly push him backwards. His right hand captures mine over his heart. Pulling my hand from his chest he spins me, then pulls me in so his chest is flush against my back. I can fell his heart beat against my back. Steady and strong. We sway back and forth. Back and forth. He spins me out and pulls me in only this time we are face to face as we resume our waltz.

As the song comes to an end Matt dips me. When I come back up he holds me flush against him. I’m almost afraid to move, so I just stay still. The feeling of our chest heaving together trying to get our breath back is dizzying. He leans in slowly, and my breathing hitches. Both of his hands are on my back. One between my shoulder blades, and the other just above my butt. My hands snake their way around his neck, and tangle themselves in his hair. Our faces are just inches apart.

“Goddamn it Murdock! Could you just let me win for one night?!” Foggy yells from across the room.

I brake away from Matthew’s embrace, and finally see the crowd that had assembled to watch us dance. The other dancers must have vacated the floor just for us. Aww. What a romantic notion. I grab Matt’s hand and lead him back to our seats.

“Murdock what was that? Huh? I thought you told me you were a hopeless dancer. Why didn’t you tell me?” Foggy says in mock offense.

“Remember in college when I told you I was taking ‘Intro to British Literature’?” Matt asks.


“I took dancing lessons instead.” Matt smiles.

“That’s fantastic Matt. What dances do you know how to do?” Karen asks smiling.

“All of them.” I answer. Everyone looks at me, and I try to hide the colour rising to my cheeks. The corners of Matt’s mouth curl up slightly at the silence.

“If he can dance the waltz THAT well, he can dance any dance he sets his mind to.” I shrug trying to hide my insecurity.

“Yeah! You! How did you learn to dance like that? Plus why didn’t you tell us about it. We could have company dance parties.” Foggy almost yells.

“I went to 'Cromwell Academy of the Arts’. I have a Masters in dance. Majoring in dance and minority’s in law. Cool huh?” Foggy nods excitedly. “I could go pro, but I like sticking around with you two avocados, and this peach.” I jerk my thumb towards Karen. We all laugh and have another round.

“Y/n, why don’t I take you back home? Foggy, will you take Karen home?” Foggy mutters a yep and I nod.

“She just nodded.” Foggy smiles.

“Oh, shot. Sorry Matt I forgot.” I apologize sheepishly.

“Remember I’m not made of glass Y/n.”

“Well, you’re not made of steel either.” I touch one of the cuts on his brow. He doesn’t wince in pain, but he takes off his glasses and closes his eyes. For some reason I feel honored that Matt finally trusts me enough to show me his most vulnerable side. Usually he only shows this to Foggy and sometimes Karen. I didn’t notice but they had left why I was staring at Matt.

“Let go Y/n.” Matt says offering his arm.

We get out of Josie’s and walk four or fave blocks south. Matthew taps his cane as we walk. Sometimes he taps a trash can, and I can’t help but giggle when he jumps in surprise.

“I thought you were a badass avocado at law Murdock. Now you got little trash cans scaring you.” I laugh and we ascend two flights of stairs. We come to a stop at a thick green door, and Matt begins fishing for highs keys.

“This isn’t my place, right?” I shouldn’t have drank that much.

“No. This is my place. You are staying here with me tonight.” He ushered me in with his hand dangerously low on my back.

I set my bag, coat and shoes down on the bench in the front hallway. Matthew pulls me into the main room pointing out the rooms and things in his beautiful big ass apartment. Unable to control myself further, I turn around to face him. He looks at me as though he could see me. I crash my lips into his. He is surprised at first, but finally gets the memo. We move in sync just as we had in the dance floor. Our lips pressed firmly together, and only breaking apart so we can remove our shirts. They’re thrown across the room along with our pants.

Matt’s hands rake over my entire body as if committing it to memory. My hands tangle themselves in his hair as I main against his lips. I break the kiss and turn my neck, and Matt starts kissing and biting my collar bone.

“Your skin tastes like honey Y/n,” he mumbles. His left hand slides up my inner thigh making me arch my back. Matt takes this opportunity to expertly u clasp my bra and slide it from me. He wastes no time in mapping out the newly exposed skin with his tongue. He kisses his way down to the waist band of my panties. He raises his head.

“Are you sure you want to do this Y/n?”

I feel the answer erupting in my chest, and I almost forget to answer.

“Yes! God yes Matt. Have to since I met you.” I breathe.

“Same here sweetheart.” In one swift motion he removes your underwear.


“Ready.” I smile and pull him back up to kiss him passionately. His tongue slides across my bottom lip and I gasp at the sensation. Matt takes advantage and maps out my mouth with his tongue. He lines himself up and slowly thrusts into me. His thrusts are agonizingly slow.

“Matt… faster… please!” I moan. He picks up his pace as if he eager to please. With each blinding thrust he hits my sweet spot. Soon his thrusts fall out of rhythm, and I know we both are close. I tighten around him and he groans thrusting faster.

“Y/n!” he groans as he releases, and that’s all it takes to throw me over the edge.

“Matthew!” My vision goes white as we ride out our highs together.

When we finally come down he pulls out of my and lays down next to me pulling me to his chest. I hear his steady heart beat as he wraps one arm around me and strokes my back. I lay one of my hands on his stomach, and he covers it with his own.

“That was amazing!” Matthew whispers into my ear. “Even better than your dancing!”

“I was just about to say the same thing!” I plant a kiss to his chest.

“Let’s go to sleep Y/n.” I nod against his chest and driest of to the steady beat of his heart.


The next morning I wake up to the smell of bacon and kisses being planted all over my face. My eyes open to see Matt with two plates of bacon and eggs. I sit up and grab one of Matt’s white shirts and button it up a little. He sits down cross-legged at the end of the bed.

“Good morning beautiful,” he says handing me a plate and then a cup of coffee.

“Hmm. Morning handsome.” I lean in and give his a heated kiss.He smiles and begins to giggle into the kiss. He pulls away taking a drink of coffee.

“I have something to say Y/n.” He puts his cup and pate down.


“You might be mine at the office Y/n, but I want to make you all mine. Everyday, I want it to be you and me. I want to sing you to sleep at night. I want to wake up every morning and feel your heart beat against my chest. I want to kiss you awake on Sunday mornings. Make you breakfast in bed. I want to be the only one to comfort you.“ Matt says, his voice getting louder and more excited.

"I want you to be the one I come home to. Honestly, I’m so in love with you that I’ve dreamed about a perfect life for you and me. I want to be the father of your children. God, I want to be with you so bad. I know this is probably forsaking you out because we only just had sex last night, and we haven’t even been seeing each other. I just had to tell you, or I thought I might just explode. After the way we danced last night I knew it was now or never.” He takes a deep breath.

Matthew opens his mouth to talk again, but I shut him up with a kiss. Passionate, deep, and meaningful kiss that would last a lifetime.

“Will you marry me Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Well that escalated quickly!” I laughed. “Yes of course I’ll marry you.”

He pounces on me, and peppers my face and neck with sweet kisses. “How. Many. Kids?” he asks kissing me after each word.

“How about we start out with one mini Daredevil and go from there?” His kisses answer my question. We stay like that. Our brake fast completely forgotten.

Felt it - Wonho scenario (Requested)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Anon said: Please do a sad scenario with monsta x wonho, shownu or minhyukie

- I will do Wonho sad scenario :) I really hope you guys enjoy, I just been in love with writing angst and sad stuff.. 

Genre: angst
Members: Wonho x You
Word Count: 2677

You felt it. Felt how everything is falling apart. Relationship wasn’t that good anymore as it used to be.
Why would he suddenly change into totally different person. That is not Wonho you knew 2 years ago.
Yeah 2 years with someone you never thought you’ll be with. With such a famous person, who has loads of fans around the world, and from all the people, models, actresses, he choose you. Just an ordinary MONSTA X fan who came to concert and meet and greet one day.

Only one look, smile took to him to see everything in you that he always wanted in a girl. Not just by your looks, but talking to you he could see that beautiful personality you have. Person who is happy, full of joy, kind, sweet.

— Flashback —

“It was nice to meet you Y/N” Wonho smiled at you and handed you the album
“It was nice to meet you too Wonho” you smiled and walked to Jooheon who was next to sigh your album.
Wonho kept looking at you with a smile on his face, while he waited for next fan. Hyungwon was talking to a fan so he was waiting.
Loads of fans were filming Wonho and noticed how he is acting, smiling, looking at you.
Wonho smiled at the fans and waved at them.
“WONHO YOU ARE SO PRETTY!” a fan shouts and he smiles widely
“I know I am” he jokes and laughs at himself

After the meet and greet, you went home happily. You were so happy to actually meet one of your favorite bands ever.
You sat on your bed and opened your laptop.
You liked watching camera focuses of MONSTA X, either is a concert or a meet and greet. You knew already there will be videos.

First video that it was is Wonho focus. You smiled and clicked on the video.
Next thing you notice is you talking to Wonho and then leaving. While you were with Jooheon, Wonho kept looking at you with a smile on his face. Through the video as you were getting to an end, Wonho always checks and looks in your way. You smiled not believing, your heart felt like it will explode.

Checking their twitter, you saw they announced a fan competition to win “Hang out with MONSTA X , before the show and after the concert” . Right away you clicked the link. You had to make something creative, but using one of their songs “All in” or “Ex girl”. You smiled biting your lip.
You thought why don’t you do a dance cover, but with group of friends who are dancers too.

The competition is going to be closed in 3 weeks. You thought that is enough time to practice and film the video.
Right away you went into action. Texted your friends to meet you at the park near your house.

You guys gathered minutes later and talked about it.
“But only one person gets to be backstage with them?” your friend asked you and you nodded your head
“I mean looking at you, this is your dream, we will gladly do it” another friend said
“Are you sure?”
“Yes we are. Let’s do this so you win!” they smiled and you smiled raising your hands in the air.

In next two weeks, all you guys did is practice and practice. It was lots of hard work but you knew it was amazing.

You guys filmed the video. You spent few hours editing it, making sure everything is great.
Finally you put your video on Youtube, where they will choose a winner.
You saw that your video was uploaded while eating your ice cream. You smiled and felt proud of your work and even thought you don’t win anything you’ll still be proud of you and your friends.

It was the day you waited. Today is the winner announcing.
Soon as your notification came for the V app you click on it and with such excitement you watched them live.
“Hello everyone! We are HO, Monsta X!” they bow and wave at the camera smiling
“SO today is the day” Jooheon said
“We announced few weeks back that we are opening a competition for our Monbebe’s” Shownu smiled
“There was a lot of great videos, I enjoyed watching every single one of them, but sadly we only get to choose one person” Kihyun said and rest of the boys nodded their head’s
“Person who wins, will get to spend time with us before the concert and after our concert. Concert is in two days. When we announce the winner you will get an email, with everything explained in there… We are now going to say a name of a Youtuber who won” Minhyuk explains smiling
“Wonho” he added looking at him
“Ah okay… We really enjoyed this video. It is a dance video” he said ad right away your heart started to beat so fast
“There was so maaany of dance covers or freestyle videos” Jooheon added
“So the Youtuber’s name is… MissY/NCrew” boys started to clap and you screamed and stand up from your bed jumping up and down.
“See you soon MissY/NCrew!” Wonho smiled and winks
“Thank you to all Monbebe’s for entering the competition! We love you” I.M smiled and they wave to the camera, live stream ends and you were screaming.

Your mom walked inside in shock, worry.
“I… I W-WON!” you shout starting to cry
“KPOP THING!” you shout and puts hands on your face crying in happiness

Text messages were coming in from your friends saying how happy they are for you.

Your mom drived you towards the hall where they were performing. You were so nervous, excited. You didn’t know how to feel.
“Okay Y/N calm down” your mom taps your thigh
“How can I calm down, like I will be with my favorite group BACKSTAGE LIKE OMGGG” you shout and smile

You arrived there. Lots of fans were waiting in line, even thought the concert is in 4 hours.
Mom and you drived in the back of the building. You got out and waved at your mom and she smiled driving away.
You take a deep breath and walk up to a big dude standing at the door.
“Who are you?” he asked
“I am Y/N. Girl who won the competition” you explain

Big guy checks the list and also calls someone. He looks up and down at you.
“Follow me” he said and opens the door

You walked behind the guy. Sometimes you almost trip and fall how excited you were.
The guy knocks on the door and tells you are here.
“Come in” he said and points

You smiled at him, but he didn’t smile at you and just walked away.
“Okay” you said to yourself and slowly walk inside the dressing room.
“AYY” I.M shouts and hugs you, you shaked so much. You smiled hugging him back
“I can feel you’re nervous” he smiled at you
“Because.. I am” you look down at your hands and they were shaking so much

Other boys smiled and greeted you with a hug. Wonho walks up to you and hugs you.
“I remember you” he said smiling at you
You just smiled looking at him.
“Yah Wonho, don’t already flirt with the girl. She only got here” Jooheon puts his hand over his shoulders and Wonho laughs
“I wasn’t flirting”

You didn’t get anything.
Boys went to the make up stylist but Wonho stayed in the dressing room with you.
“How does it feel to be with us?” he asked and sat next to you
“I just… Crazy” you laugh
“Yeah It is!” he laughs
“Take a picture with me” he added and holds his phone up

Both of you smiled and he took a picture.
“Posting this on twitter because we look cute together” he said and looked at you
You smiled and felt like your cheeks are on fire.
“Do you think that too?” he asked
“What?” you laughed being so confused
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it” he laughs

After the concert and being there for about an hour. It was time to go. They were going to stay little bit more just to get everything done and solve some stuff.
Wonho walked out with you.
“My mom should be here soon” you said checking your phone
“Did you sang along?” he asked
“Of course I did” you smiled and looked at him
“Had nice time today?” he raises his eyebrows
“Yes I did” you smiled
“Ah okay then” he nodded his head smiling, sliding his hands in his pockets

There was a silence between you two. You kept looking at your shoes, not knowing what to do or say.
“Will I be able to see you again?” he spoke and you look up at him
“What do you mean?”
“I mean like hang out. You seem like a very nice girl.” He smiled while biting his lip

Your heart was beating so hard that you could hear it through your chest.
“Yeah, we can hang out” you nodded your head
“I see my mom’s car” you added looking at the road
“Well… I’ll see you soon again” Wonho smiles and spreads his hands, you smiled and hugged him
“Bye Wonho” you smiled
“Bye Y/N” he smiled and walked back inside

— End of flashback —

Who knew after that night you’ll be hanging with Wonho every 3 days. You guys worked hard that no one sees you so that they don’t think wrong thing.
But between you two, something started to grow. You guys weren’t just good friends, it was something more both of you felt for each other.

“How you feel…” he started speaking as you two ate ice cream outside, late at night
“About what?” you asked looking at him
“About me” he looks at you then at your lips then back at your eyes

You had small smile on your face. You were nervous, but you felt glad that he finally asked you that question. Even thought you know that he doesn’t feel the same, even if he did. You guys can’t be together.
“I like you” you said nodding your head, Wonho smiled and looked away, looking in the distance
“I like you too” he took a deep breath and smiled

You looked at him and you never smiled so widely ever in your life. You actually couldn’t take the smile off your face.
“But, there is one thing tho” you said as your smile faded from your face, Wonho looks at you in confusion
“We can’t be together” you sigh
“Who said we can’t?” Wonho laughs and you look at him in shock
“I mean like, I am fan-“
“You are my friend” he cuts you off
“But your fans Wonho… They will not be happy with me being with you” you said
“Y/N let me explain something to you. I am happy with you, and they should be happy for me and for both of us” Wonho got closer to your face, staring at your eyes
“Wonho…” you sigh
“Y/N, I am serious…”

You turn your head towards him, and keep looking at him.
He had a small smile on his face and leans in, filling the space between your faces by pressing his lips on yours.

“Old times” you sigh, talking to yourself, remembering everything.
You kept looking at the clock who was ticking. 2AM. It is not that late, you got used to it. Waiting for him. Every damn night.
Where those beautiful nights went. Ones you spend together in bed, or watching a movie, or just stop a movie and kiss all night long.. Those night when you make love.
Gone. They are gone.

You would sometimes get drunk on your own, alone just because you miss Wonho, just because he is not paying attention to you anymore that much as he used to.
Your bed bigger, because almost every night you fall asleep if you can’t wait for him. Your guys song playing on the radio, but it just doesn’t sound the same.

Cry yourself to sleep because you know this love you had is fading away. Fame got to his so much. He’s going to all of those parties, does so many concerts that he can’t even sometimes come home. When your friends ask you about him or talk about him it just breaks your heart.

Now all the sad songs have a meaning, words that hit you right in the heart.

When Wonho comes home, he’s either drunk or not in a mood and goes right away to bed without saying a word.
He would never cheat on you, you knew that. He swore to you that he would never, but ever do that to you.
Fans started to hate on you again sayng that you should leave Wonho, how you are not worth his love, that you don’t deserve his love.

You kept reading tweets, just going through them.
Wonho walked inside quietly thinking you’re asleep.
“I am not sleeping Wonho” you said sitting in the dark on your phone
“Oh heeeeey” he smiled and walked to you trying to hug you but you push him away, you could smell alcohol.
He looks at you raising his eyebrow.
“What’s wrong baby” he said and sat down and turns on a lamp for some light
“Go to bed Wonho” you said not looking at him, leaving your phone on the coffee table.
His hand takes your chin, making your face turning towards him.
“Why are you like this?” he said starting at you and you just slap his hand so he moves it away from you
“Why? Are you seriously going to ask me this question?” you stared at him seriously
“Yeah, like you are never happy to see me when I get back” he said
“You, leave this apartment, you don’t call you don’t text, you don’t even say goodbye to me. I wait for you every fucking day even thought I should have left LONG time ago. You don’t fucking understand what you are doing to me, you are breaking my heart to pieces everyday.” You take a breath
“People saying that I don’t deserve your love, well maybe I don’t. Because you lost feelings, love and I know you fucking felt it too. And all you do is just get more distant and distant with me. Just please say fucking words and I will go. I will be gone in next minute.” You look at him and Wonho just kept looking down
“Everything we did, every memory we made together just gone in blink of an eye.”

You look up and down at Wonho who didn’t even look at you once.
“Are you gonna say anthing? A word? A sentence?” you asked

You sigh and nod your head walking into the bedroom, taking your stuff, putting them into the bag. You look at Wonho who was still looking down at the floor, with his arms resting on his knees.
You just open the door and close it. Walking away, moving on.

Wonho kept thinking about every word you said. They give him flashbacks of you being happy. Your smile, laugh going trough his head.
He puts his hands on his head and starts crying. He cried so loudly. He shouted in frustration throwing his head back while tears falled down sides of his eyes.

He walked inside of the bedroom and layed on the bed, but on your side. Everything was so quiet, empty now that you left.
He couldn’t even imagine now when he’s thinking about it. How many times you cried yourself to sleep, sat, layed in dark just waiting for him. Realised how he treated you, you don’t deserve that.
He doesn’t deserve your love, not you his. He doesn’t deserve your love after what he done.

Slowly this night overflows with pain and heartbreak.

Friday Nights - Jimin

Genre: fluff – jimin style

Word count: 2841

Rating: PG-13 because Jimin’s too sexy

The distant booming of bass-heavy music filled the bustling night air, with echoes of boisterous conversations and impatiently honking cars completing the night time city soundtrack. Shoving your hands into the pockets of your black addidas zip up hoodie, you drank in and released a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It was Friday night and that could mean only one thing – it was dance battle night.

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Seoul 2 Seattle

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

‘You’re still going?’ Your best friend asked with her kimbap-filled mouth. You frowned slightly at the disgusting sight in front of you. You could see some of the kimbap spitting out of her mouth for goodness sake. You hand her a tissue and nodded your head.

 'I promised him.’

 'That was before you guys fought.’ She argued with your decision. She had always been arguing with your decisions since you knew her. It was one of her charms really.

 You shrugged continuing to eat. It wasn’t like you wanted to go to Seattle to meet his mom when the two of you were in this state of relationship, but he had made plans with his mother weeks ago. You couldn’t possibly cancel at the last minute.

 'When was the last time you spoke to him?’ She asked after taking a sip from her green tea, finally clearing her mouth of any leftovers.

 'Last week.’ You answered not slightly affected by the question. You knew it sounded absurd to go and meet your boyfriend’s mother when you’re not currently even talking to said boyfriend but what else were you supposed to do? You picked up another kimbap with your chopstick and put it inside your mouth.

 You could see the horrid look your best friend was sending you but you just ignored it all together. You really had no other choice. You didn’t know if meeting his mother was even important anymore but you knew you still wanted to make a good impression at the very least.

 'Is he even still your boyfriend?’ She laughed at her own joke making you rolled your eyes.

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confused o1 [jungkook&you]

Summary: You’ve long crushed on Jungkook, however he was into your band mate instead, causing you to hold back your confession. Upon doing so, you receive comfort from Yoongi when he finds out, to which Jungkook knew nothing of and feels all sorts of confused emotions when he sees you both together.

a/n: to the anon who requested this roller coaster one, i HOPE this is similar to what you want!!! enjoyyyyy~

Originally posted by jungkooksleigh

You’ve been practicing with your group mates and back dancers for the last six hours now, and you lay on the wooden floor trying to catch your breath. Covered in sweat with a stench of it, you quickly sit up and was about to request for the shower first, until the dance room doors open.

In walks your sunbaes; Bangtan Boys.

Your breath gets caught at your throat the minute you saw your favorite sunbae, Jeon Jungkook. Averting your gaze down to your feet as you sit frozen on the wooden floor, you feel someone tap at your knee. Staring up, it was Jungkook himself with a beaming smile as well.

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A small rec list:

seasons have changed and so have we by jesswritesthings : 20K | Rated: Mature

He doesn’t think of Liam when he fucks into the guy he can’t remember the name of in the back of his Range Rover or the time he spreads Michael one of his employee’s on his and Liam’s bed and eats him out before sending him on his way with a small kiss on his lips. He doesn’t but he cries in the morning after in one of Liam’s shirts as he watches their wedding videos and thinks over where everything went wrong and why he couldn’t still be in love with this guy that gives him and supports him through everything.


Where Zayn doesn’t love Liam like he use too.

Home by jesswritesthings | Words: 6K | Rated: teens and up

where Liam thinks zayn is cheating or bored but really he was just planning a surprise

i wish it never ended with a heartbreak by jesswritesthings | Words: 2K | Rated: teens and up | major character death

“Hello from the other side
I must’ve called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home…”

before the sun comes by jesswritesthings | Words: 1K | Rated: teens and up 

the sun isn’t up but Liam decides to be a little shit.

Zayn likes to tease Liam by speaking urdu.

baby, kiss me before they turn the lights out by jesswritesthings | Words: 8K | Rated: teens and up

Liam and Zayn kiss beside a Ferris wheels at the fair before they close down for the night.

Cards on the Table by StormDancer | Words: 33K | Rated: Mature

Slowly, very slowly, Zayn nods. “After the job,” he agrees, and turns to leave. But then he pauses, with his hand on the doorknob, and Liam braces himself because he knows the signs of a Zayn Malik bit of wisdom coming. “But Liam—” he talks to the side, not looking back, “You keep on wanting me to show my hand. But you–you’ve barely got any money in the pot.”

In which Liam pines, Zayn broods, Louis is manic, Harry charms everyone, Niall makes the best sandwiches, and stealing the money is barely the point at all.

the boys of the summer by countthestars | Words: 22K | Rated: Mature

Louis cracks open his can and holds it up in a toast. “To the best summer of our lives,” he declares.

“To graduating high school,” Harry adds.

“To beer!” Niall crows.

Liam looks around the fire at his three best friends in the entire world, the rest of summer stretching out in front of them as vast and endless as the ocean. There’s nowhere on earth he’d rather be.

“To friendship,” he says.

Four cans clink together in a toast and just for a moment, Liam feels like he’s invincible.


Liam is 17 the summer he falls in love.

Boys of Summer (Solstice) by ballsdeepinharry | Words: 13K | Rated: Mature

It’s 1999 in SoCal. Zayn just graduated high school but all he cares about is riding bikes and occasionally getting high and getting dragged around to parties by his two best friends— Niall and Harry.

Niall rides bikes that he makes out of stolen parts and Harry is just a broke kid with a skateboard and a ridiculously high IQ.

Liam lives a privileged life, everything handed to him on a silver platter, but all he dreams of is being a pro skater. Louis is Liam’s best friend (if not his mischievous sidekick) who doesn’t mind stirring up trouble with the kids from the other side of the tracks.

You Never Give Up On Me by sunshinexbomb | Words: 31K | Rated: Mature

Zayn doesn’t know if it’s funny or a little sad that they keep skirting around this thing they’ve gotten themselves into. Sometimes it hurts knowing that Liam never asks him to stay even though Zayn knows he wants him to. He wonders how long he can keep doing this, can keep waiting for Liam, and he doesn’t know if it scares him or not that he could possibly wait forever.

In which Zayn is an English teacher tempted to write awful poetry about the warm coffee color of Liam’s eyes, Liam is a primary ed teacher and single parent who thinks he’s too busy to be in a relationship, Niall and Harry are the sickeningly cute newlywed teachers in the school, and Louis is a drama teacher who is not-so-patiently waiting for the day of his own wedding.

This Love Left a Permanent Mark by harrietelizabeth | Words: 25K | Rated: Explicit 

Liam’s memory of Zayn is a summer afternoon, scraping enough money together between them for ice creams and a pack of smokes, the window open in Liam’s room to entice a breeze inside. It’s midnight conversations and early morning kisses, still half asleep. It’s all the words Liam never knew how to say until he heard them from Zayn’s lips.

And Zayn’s memory of Liam is….well, that’s the problem. Liam has no idea.

i’m not crazy, i’m just a little unwell by redsweater | Words: 27K | Rated: Mature

“You need to get over the fact we haven’t shared everything together babe,” Liam mumbles tired.

Zayns shakes his head, “I do not. Couples must experience everything together. I know smoking our first cigarette together is stupid, but it makes me happy considering I didn’t get drunk with you my first time, nor did I lose my virginity to you.” Zayn gives Liam a pointed look, like he dares him to say something about that topic.

zayn is special, and liam’s in love

searching for a sweet surrender (but this is not the end) by grayaolouis | 18K | Rated: Teen and up audiences 

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, the two most loved coaches on The Voice UK known for their banter on the show and best friendship off. Louis’s determined to win and finally end Harry’s winning streak with Zayn Malik on his team, but Harry’s flirting and Liam Payne have different plans.

— Or an AU based off the Voice where Louis’s Adam, Harry’s Blake, Niall’s Shakira, Zayn and Liam have a cliche Romeo/Juliet love story and Louis’s too old for pathetic pining.

Black Treacle by littlenoona | Words: 68K | Rated: Explicit | ABO 

Liam wasn’t gay. She wasn’t. She liked dick. She’d never seen one in person, but she’d watched enough porn during her heats to have a pretty good idea of what they looked like, kinda scary but well, that’s just how they looked like. She liked them. She was supposed to, right? She was an omega, was supposed to want an alpha, a male alpha, to stuff her full of his pups and make her his good girl. So why the fuck was she fingering herself to the girl next door?

(or the fic where liam doesn’t like girls and zayn will punch whoever looks at liam in the throat and harry just wants zayn to fuck her and niall just wants to have a simple date with his girlfriend and louis just wants to fool around // genderswap!)

Watch you dance by vastlyunknown | Words: 5K | Rated: Explicit 

Liam is a dancer. Zayn is an R'N'B singer. Louis and Harry are agents who hate each other. It all turns a bit ridiculous and a lot lovely.

I’m a good boy by rosetintmyworld | Words: 46K | Rated: Explicit | VERY TRIGGERING

Liam Payne seemingly lives a normal, if not boring life. He has one friend and is a second string lacrosse player. Everything seems normal, until you look behind the closed doors. His father loves him, even if it’s too much and he’s convinced himself of that. Until, a new boy comes to town, the boy has scars and a secret of his own, and he only wants Liam to let him in.

small town firelight by theviolonist | Words: 74K | Rated: Explicit | genderswap

“I love you,” the little girl in blue says, ducking her head, and the daredevil, who was so happy to make a friend when she climbed over the fence that first day, has never hated friendship more.

(or, Zayn is a punk and Liam is her best friend and definitely not a lesbian)

for you, i can be by top_linson | Words: 8K | Rated: Mature

prompt: How about a fic where Liam is like the cliche frat boy and Zayn is like some hipster art student who hates frats but goes to one of their parties and ends up falling for Liam

somehow i still carry on, burdened by fears by slashter | Words: 31K | Rated: Explicit 

He doesn’t realize how much pain he’s in until the hot water hits his shoulders. He hisses at the sting but lets the water pound his aching muscles anyway, washing himself with Liam’s body wash and shampoo, then toweling himself off until he’s practically pink. His knees are already buckling as he makes his way over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of clean boxers, and he eases himself into bed, wrapping himself in the cold sheets.
He doesn’t cry, no, not at all.

[Or the one where Liam’s been kidnapped but doesn’t remember Zayn and Zayn struggles with loss and love and heartbreak all over again]

your personal superhero by zaynplusanyone | Words: 11K | Not Rated

Liam stumbles into Zayn and his daughter’s lives but a secret or two may end up not being worth the fight.

i don’t want to wake up lonely by larrification | words: 7K | Rated: teens and up 

“Zayn had never been more grateful for his vapid bitch of an ex-wife.”

or where Zayn loses his wife, his kid, and his job over a few months. He doesn’t know who he pissed off, but he does know that he’ll do anything to get his life back. Minus Perrie. Plus the hot CPS worker.

rather be with you by takemeorleaveme | Words: 2K | rated: teens and up 

He downs the rest of his more gin than tonic and sets his glass down. He begins to walk to the loos, except he feels a tap on his shoulder.
Zayn turns and is frozen in place, staring into a pair of friendly eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response.
The other male motions him to come to the bar— he follows because- fuck it. It’s not like this night can get worse.

Alternatively: Zayn really regrets going out with Niall. When a man approaches him with an offer he just has to refuse, Zayn isn’t too gutted about it.

my favorite color’s liam by ziam22 | words: 9K | rated: mature 

A scrabble on Zayn and Liam’s first meeting, conversation, hand holding, hug, I love you’s, kiss, French kiss, shower, handjob, blowjob, and time (sex)

i think of only you by alifeofourown | words: 7K | rated: teens and up

Zayn is in love with Liam but Liam is with Danielle, so Zayn has no choice but to win Liam over by seducing him and just plain loving him.

you’ll never treat yourself right, darling, but i want you to by wafflehood | words: 10K | rated: teens and up 

He loves it, the singing and the touring and the fans and the boys, his boys, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, not being a fireman or an Olympic runner, and he’s so, so grateful for everything he’s been given, everything they’ve been given. But sometimes he reads hateful tweets, or comments not meant to be hurtful but end up feeling like a punch in the gut anyway, listens to people belittle everything they’ve achieved, and he doesn’t mean to let it get to him, but it does.

(or, in which Liam doesn’t love himself, (or think he deserves to be loved by anyone else), and Zayn tries to show him why he should).

baby, look what you’ve done to me by heroesneeded | words: 4K | explicit

“'Is there a reason you’re always staring at me from your window?’ Liam learns that Zayn’s very blunt.

Liam stutters and tries to come up with an answer that doesn’t seem creepy. He doesn’t want to tell him the truth so he starts to tell a lie.

‘Do you just like admiring me?’ Zayn asks, licking his lips and Liam’s eyes glance down at the movement before looking back into Zayn’s eyes.“

Or, Liam’s always admired his yard guy. He’s never talked to him just stared at him from the window. He thinks he’s being sneaky until one day the guy needs to come in to get a glass of water. And something else…

though i try by outofcases | words: 17K | rated: teens and up 

When Liam tells Zayn he wants to come out to their families, Zayn stalls until he can’t anymore. Backed up against a wall and scrambling for options, he makes decisions he’ll come to regret and rushes to fix them in any way he can. Along the way, he finds out what family really means, picks himself back up when he falls, and learns that courage and show business have next to nothing in common.


Liam is getting tired of secrets, and Zayn is not good under pressure.

heart stutters like moths wings by ihavetoomuchfreetime | words: 5K | Not rated

non-au. the four times that zayn shows liam he loves him, and the one time he says it.

no regrets, just love by burieddeep | words: 7K | rated: teens and up 

Liam is a prostitute with pretty routine life. Zayn is a college kid who has developed a fascination with drilling holes into Liam’s routine.

right from the start you know i got you by tomlinblows | words: 10K | not rated 

“I’m going to die,” Liam rushed through his head. “No, worse than death. I’m going to shrivel up into the size of a pebble and get chucked so far out into the ocean a whale swallows me in. Then, I’ll taste so bad that it’ll spit me out and land me on some socio-monkey island where I’ll get torn to bits and passed around like a hockey puck as they sink their diseased teeth into my flesh. I knocked into Zayn Malik and I am definitely going to die.”

lips do what hands do by erstwhiled | words: 36K | rated; explicit

You’re not supposed to fall in love with students, it’s unethical or something.

follow you into the dark by ghostrider | words: 18K | rated: mature | VERY TRIGGERING / major character death

Zayn doesn’t know exactly what brought him to this stage. Doesn’t know when Liam became both his biggest weakness and strength. He still can’t quite believe that there is someone in his life who has deprived him off the ability to say ‘no’.

What he does know though; is that he’s too far gone to be pulled back. And according to the irritating voice of his subconscious, he is so fucked.

On the other hand, by the way, Liam is too far gone as well. But, in an entirely different way.

i like it when you sleep by grandtheftlove | words: 5K | rated: mature | girl/boy drug use

"Zayn sits cross legged on the sheets, staring at the embers burning at end of whatever the hell it is he’s smoking, the only light in the pitch black room. There are cigarette holes in the duvet. He doesn’t care what he smokes anymore. When he’s not high off the taste of Liam on his tongue, it’s got to be something else, anything else. He only smokes when she’s asleep, and he knows withdrawal from Liam would be harder than withdrawal from anything else he’s sucked into his lungs, but it’s so hard, he’s so fucked up.”

Inspired by the poem “I Like It When You Sleep” By Matty Healy of the 1975, Insomniac Zayn struggles to protect the girl he is head over heels in love with from the drug addiction that consumes him. He’s guilty for being who he is and he’s guilty because Liam loves him, and Liam deserves so much more.

doing it wrong by fuckmeliam | words: 4K | rated: explicit

Liam writhed beneath him, trying in vain to thrust up into Zayn’s elusive fingers. He felt warm all over, his body pumping blood and pounding with the low music Zayn put on what felt like hours before and the desperate, aching desire to feel something, anything on his leaking cock.

“Please—” Liam breathed the word like a prayer, breaths huffing out in little exasperated whines.

“I guess I did want you to fucking beg.” Zayn slowly pressed his palm to Liam’s hip, sliding closer to where he was panting to be touched.

(or the one where liam’s pouty and jealous because zouis hang out and get high together and he just wants to blow smoke in zayn’s mouth)

better to be than to burn by ashsparagus | words: 14K | rated: teens and up 

Zayn’s twin sister, Leigh, is betrothed to Liam. And Zayn hates him. Like, a lot.

escape by becharlatan | words: 2K | not rated

Zayn never knew that Liam liked making love in the midnights on the dunes of the cape. He knows, however, that their marriage life is slightly slipping down the hill.

to feel a little warm (all by myself, im here again) by leeyumosaurus | words: 2K | rated: teens and up

In which Zayn skips out on Jay’s wedding.

eyes shut fingers open by lostlenore | words: 4K | not rated

Liam gets off the bus in front of the fine arts studios feeling like he should’ve arrived wearing nothing but a trench coat and expensive heels.

let not my love be called called idolatry by lostlenore | words 4K | not rated

Liam would make a terrible princess

for your love (i’d proudly climb a mountain) by hit_it_with_a_shoe | words: 10K | not rated

It’s the last few days before they’re all off to Uni. Zayn just wants his boys around him while he still has them.

-It’s not that Zayn is restless, more just… floating. Unquestionably awake, but in a quiet sort of headspace, weed fading from his system even as the alcohol clings to him slightly. The red eyes of Louis’ bedside alarm clock (a creepy little Pooh Bear perpetually about to pinwheel over the side as he reaches for a pot of honey) says it’s just about two in the morning.-

In which Niall discovers that he is, in fact, the very last straight boy.

and ive been thinking about you lately… by supercalifragili | words: 13K | rated: mature

“What’s up?” Niall’s groggy voice filters through and
“You worked some sort of love charm on me right?” Liam asks quickly and Niall laughs with him at 2:03 in the morning.
He’s never laughed this much.

well that was just a lie (when they said you was high classed) by postitbandit | words: 8K | rated: explicit 

The funny thing about all of it, about how it starts and how it ends, is that he met Zayn first.

we move on like this by sunnysideup | Words: 13K | not rated

A comment on Christmas Day 2016 takes Liam and Zayn on a journey to family life.

(ps i didn’t add really popular fics, i added fics that had less recognition and my favs also i shamelessly promoted my fics! 

anyway i hope this is use full, enjoy) 

BTS REACTS TO YOU DANCING: (25 days of Bangtan: Day 1)

NamJoon walks into the studio an hour early before anyone else to get a little more work done as he opens the door to the dimly lit dance room he sees you in the middle of the floor pouring your heart out through dance. He stands there mouth wide open, eyes locked on your moving body, completely in awe with the way you move your body so elegantly and gracefully. You stop mid song to see who walked in through the door and your eyes widen as you see a tall NamJoon standing at the doorway. You run to the speaker to turn the music off.  “No, don’t do that” 

You hear NamJoon say as he walks closer to you 

“I want to see more, you’re really good jagi”

Originally posted by forjimin


“Come on Jagi, I know you can do it”

“No, I’m not getting up”

Your boyfriend Jin had just gotten the new Just Dance game and wanted to play it with you to show how good he was at the game, but you were too comfortable on the couch scrolling through Pinterest.

“One round and whoever wins gets a massage”

The word massage catches your attention, you close your phone and forcefully pick yourself up off the couch and grab the remote out of Jin’s hands as you look him in the eye and say “you’re on Kim”

After an hour, you’ve beaten Jin in 5 songs, you turn around and see him fall onto the couch staring at you, you plop yourself next to him.

“You’ve been hiding your skills from me, I guess since you’ve beaten me 5 times I should give you more than a massage.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


It’s been a long day for your boyfriend Yoongi, with extra work in the studio getting ready for the comeback he’s been coming home at 3am and falling right asleep and then waking up at 6 and leaving for the studio. So you’ve had a lot of time home alone which has caused you to have many dance parties in your underwear. One day, Yoongi came home early because he wasn’t feeling well. As he walks in through the door, he hears “Old Time Rock N Roll” blasting through the speakers. He drops his backpack and keys on the floor near the door and makes his way over to the living room only to see you in one of his button down shirts and your lace underwear dancing in the living room with no care in the world. He leans against the wall as he admires the way you jump about not even noticing he’s watching you. You’re so into the song you don’t notice him until you feel arms wrap around your waist. You scream and turn around only to find your boyfriend laughing his ass off in front of you.

“I need to come home early more often so I get to see this view” he says looking you up and down

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Hobi was an amazing dancer, and everyone knew it. But little did he know, that you were also quite good in the dancing world also. You had graduate from the most prestigious dance school in America, Juilliard, and was a principal ballerina before you moved to Korea to work in the music business where you met Hoseok. One of Hobi’s favorite things was having dance competitions with his hyungs. This time, he challenged you to a dance battle and you knew you were going to win. He was throwing himself all over the studio doing his “Boy Meets Evil” dance. You watched as he was getting into the dance and expressing himself so much, you loved watching him do what he loved because you could tell he was happy by the way his face lit up when he was dancing. All of a sudden it was your turn, you nervously walked to the center of the studio and wait as Hobi turned on the music. As the song started you took a deep breath and got into a starting position. You started pulling out all of your old skills you used to do at Juilliard. By the time you finished you were whipped out, you hadn’t danced in over 3 years let alone danced with that much technique. You look over at hoseok who is completely dumbfounded. He just stares at you as you walk over to him. You lean down and whisper in his ear.

“I think I won”

You step back and look at his face, eyes wide open, mouth hitting the floor as he shakes his head yes, completely speechless.

Originally posted by hoseokwhy


“Jagi it’s too early”

“Come on Jimin, it’s 11am, I want to go somewhere”

You and Jimin have been dating for over a year now and this was his first time back home in 4 months. All you wanted to do was go on a cute lunch date and go shopping but all Jimin wanted to do was sleep in. You were already dressed and ready to go expecting Jimin to do the same when you got back into the bedroom, but no, he was still in bed asleep.

“Y/N get off of me”

You had straddled Jimin and started shaking him to wake up.

“Oppa!!” You yell expecting him to give in and give up. You grab your phone and turn on some music that you knew Jimin didn’t like and started dancing to it on top of him. Jimin looks up at you with one eye open and one eye closed. His eyes turned from extremely sleepy to filled with hatred and lust.

He flips you over so that he is the one straddling you now.

“You’re cute when you dance stupidly, but you’re even cuter when you’re screaming my name”

Originally posted by chimcheroo


It was 10pm and you were cooking dinner for taehyung so that when he got home from rehearsal, there was food waiting for him. You had turned on pandora and let it shuffle through a mixture of songs as you were in the kitchen belting out notes and swaying your hips to the music.

A slow song comes on, thinking it was still on shuffle you started to slowly get into the music as you’re singing terribly along to the song and dancing while cutting the vegetables. You feel a hand tap you on the shoulder. As you drop the knife in the counter and turn around you see taehyung standing in front of you holding his hand out towards you. “Why don’t you dance your cute self over to me” he says. You grab his hand and he spins you around slow dancing with you in the middle of the kitchen. He pulls you close and whispers in your ear. “You’re a good dancer, but an even better one when I’m around”

Originally posted by averageoppa


You were on set of one of BTS’s new music videos because you were one of the background dancers. You had just gotten out of hair and makeup and made your way over to where they were filming. As you watched BTS dance to their song you couldn’t help but stare at Jungkook and be in awe of the way he dances. He noticed your staring and started dancing more sexily and stronger than ever before. You’re cheeks growing red and chills running down your body you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. After they filmed their part it was time for you and the other to step in and do your choreography. During the dance you kept catching the eyes of JungKook as his face also grew red standing frozen behind the camera watching you perform. You knew he was getting bothered by the sexual dance you were doing and you decided to have fun with it as your moves grew stronger and more precise. He played the game on you. So you got to play the game on him.

After filming you were leaned against the wall catching your breath with how hard you danced.

You see out of the corner of your eye, Jungkook staring at you, seeing the sweat drip down your neck onto your arm. How your lips slightly parted as you were breathing in and out. How you occasionally had muscle spasms from how tired they were. You pick yourself up and walk over to Jungkook only to give him a slight wink as you walk past him. You could feel his cold eyes following you as you walked away from the set. You knew you had him in your hands.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

When I Was Your Man Pt. 2

This is 6,442 words long. I apologize in advance.

Part 1

Jikook!angst!implied smut

Breaking News: Breakout artist Golden Boy has stolen all of our hearts. His new album Park has sold over 50,000 offline copies in only one week. The mix of heartbreak-filled R&B and rough Hip-Hop have made him a standout solo artist. Blogs and fangroups are still curious about the woman who inspired Park and the young star is still mum on the subject. No worries though. Anyone that important will show up eventually. 

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Pirouettes and Personal Bests

Based of of this post I made about Dancer!Yuuri, I present the Victuuri Ballet AU!

Summary: Feeling old and uninspired, pro-skater Victor Nikiforov is on the brink of giving up skating for good, until he witnesses a young principal danseur for the Tokyo Ballet who moves like he’s floating on the stage. He sets off on a mission to learn to love skating again, and may find more than he bargained for along the way.

Word Count: 1974

Chapter: 1/?

     “Have you ever been ice-skating, Yuuri?”

     Yuuri looks up at Minako from where he’s seated on the ground, lacing up his sneakers and stuffing his ballet shoes into his bag. He’d stayed behind after class again for an individual lesson with Minako, and he was going to be late for dinner if he didn’t hurry back to the onsen soon.

     “Uh, yeah, a few times, up at Ice Castle with my family,” he says, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Why do you ask?”

     Minako squats down in front of Yuuri, smiling widely. “You’re already a phenomenal ballet dancer, even just from our few lessons, and I think you have the talent and endurance to become a world-class figure skater,” Minako says cheerily. She reaches out, grabbing Yuuri’s hands and smiling impossibly wider. “You could be just like Victor Nikiforov! He just won gold in the junior division at the Grand Prix Final, you know!”

     Victor who? Yuuri ponders, taking his hands back. He taps a finger against his chin in thought. Figure skating?

     “No thanks,” he says, after a long pause. “Not that I don’t think I could. It’s just…I want to be a principal danseur someday.” He smiles at the mention of his dream, then meets Minako’s eyes with a serious expression. “I have to stay focused on ballet.” He shrugs, standing and shouldering his bag. “I guess Victor Niliforv, or whatever, will have to do the skating for me.” He waves goodbye to Minako before taking off, leaving her with a small smile on her face.

     He’ll reach that goal someday, she thinks to herself. I’m sure of it.

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