this is the sweater i bought him


in my sophomore year of college this guy made these items which quickly became a craze across campus. i myself bought one of his sweaters, which says “GOOD AND DEAD” across the chest and “ARM PAIN” along the sleeves. he showed up at 11 pm on a bicycle to deliver the goods in the dead of winter, wearing a metal t-shirt tucked into khakis. his facebook screen name is an indecipherable series of symbols. i have no authentic way to credit him but i want to share his art with you.

UPDATE! i was able to identify the artist as daniel guinness. he gave me permission to keep these images up and to include his email address if you would like to buy one! please support his art :)

SECOND UPDATE! i have received word that dan is not currently making the sweaters! he was able to get a fulltime position somewhere, let’s all cheer him on!!!

Can y’all imagine how FLUSTERED these two were for their first date. 

Like, make it 10 times worse that they got ready for it like 5 feet apart. 

Victor headed to Japan to get a boyfriend anyway so his closet is like 90% date clothes 10% training+normal clothes. (That’s why he only wears the robe and nice clothes. The man has nothing else….) But that doesn’t explain WHY HE CAN’T FIND ANYTHING. Nothing looks right, this shirt doesn’t go with these pants like they did in his love struck haze of packing in Saint Petersburg. Oh no, he’s 90% sure Makkachin ate the scarf that brings out his eyes. This date is ruined. 

Yuuri on the other hand is skyping Phichit as quietly as humanly possible switching between every style of clothing known to man. 

“You look like a preppy college kid. No.”
“Now you look like hipster.”  
“I thought we burned that sweater.”
“Put on those pants we depressed bought after finals your Junior year. The one with the rhinestone pocket. They make your ass look great.” 

By the end of it Yuuri looks…pretty damn good and Victor (With a curler still in his bangs, and his face still baking for the love of god.) catches him in the hallway and promptly calls Chris asking 1) How Yuuri Katsuki can get his fucking ass in those jeans?? and 2) How do you make boys like you? (”He kissed you like 90 times while in China. He likes you Victor.” “But how do I knowwwww??”)

Yuuri is in his own room asking Phichit how the hell Victor Nikiforov can look like a golden god with excess powder on his face, and a curler bumping his forehead. 

I bet that Simon loved his first Fall with Baz.
I bet Baz introduced him to pumpkin scones with the really good icing, and Simon couldn’t stop eating them.
I bet his favorite thing to do was cuddle with Baz in front of the house’s big fireplace, staring at the flames or a book and enjoying each other’s company.
I bet he made Baz play Fall songs on his violin just so he could watch him, because Simon liked to look at Baz.
I bet he really wanted a dog.
I bet Penny knitted him a sweater for his tail, which made Baz laugh but he liked it anyway.
I bet he jumped in every leaf pile he saw, which drove Baz insane (but in a fond way).
I bet he dragged Baz in to every coffee shop they saw so he could try the scones.
I bet he loved wearing oversized sweaters as much as Baz loved seeing him in them.
I bet Baz showed him the wonders of Netflix and they watched Brooklyn Nine Nine and Sherlock while sipping hot apple cider, because Simon liked that better than hot chocolate.
I bet that Baz’s first Fall with Simon might’ve been his favorite part of his life.
I bet he loved the excuse to randomly curl up with Simon and just enjoy his presence, because that’s what he’d wanted to do ever since he met Simon.
I bet he lit the fireplace every morning just so he could see Simon’s sleepy smile when he saw.
I bet he wanted a dog as much as Simon did, but he knew the old house just wasn’t a good place for one.
I bet that he kept a space heater in his room so Simon wouldn’t catch a cold, but he did anyway.
I bet he liked to watch Simon more than he liked to watch their shows, but he never let on because Simon was so enthralled by the television.
I bet he bought Simon sweaters because he knew how much he loved wearing them.
I bet he painted little orange leaves on his violin because he thought they were cute, and Simon was shocked when he saw.
I bet he was amazed at the feeling of content that all of it brought him.

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You pay your hair down nervously as you get ready for your turn. You hope you’re not shaking as much as you think you are as you check you still have all the presents you got for the boys, as well as their new album. Seeing that you do, you sigh in relief. Before you know it, you’re being directed to Jin.

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Why Vmin are called the “Soulmate Couple”

Long post

Before I get into this, I’d like to say, that this will provide examples as to how amazingly close vmin are to being considered real life soulmates. It’ll also help anyone who wants to know about vmin’s relationship and how close the two actually are. But overall, it’ll definitely explain why some of the fandom refers to them as already soulmates. Whether it’s viewed platonically or romantically:)

Okay here we go. Pray for me to be able to get all of this in one post.

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Love the Passing of Time by  weatheredlaw (for @weatheredlaw)

Newt feels, in this instance, closer to humans than ever has in his entire life.

Tina’s hand in his, their future laid out before them – he counts himself lucky to be one.

or: Tina meets the family.

Doomed — Min Yoongi (04)

Words: 4210

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + fluff + angst + cliffhanger (because I’m evil :))

Description: Maybe dating a demon isn’t exactly what you thought it would be like…

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When you woke up, you were temporarily blinded by the sunlight that was shining through the curtains.

You were sleeping in your bed because a couple weeks ago, Taehyung told you and Yoongi that he was going to sleep on the couch, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Although there is a possibility that Taehyung was just being kind, you were almost sure that Yoongi was the one who convinced him to switch to the couch. You decided not to question it though.

There was an arm wrapped around your waist. It was Yoongi, and he held you closely, having his chest pressed against your back.

Since you were against his chest, you felt him softly breathing in and out. It relaxed you, even if you were already relaxed.

You put your hand on top of his and shuffled in the bed to get comfortable again, trying not to wake him up.

“Babe?” He called, his morning voice being heard. “I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry.” You apologized, turning to face him.

His eyes were half opened and his dark hair was almost covering his eyes. “It’s okay.” He muttered, pulling you close to him again.

“I love you.” He says, casually. “You don’t need to tell me that all the time.” You tell him, blushing.

“I know, but I want to tell you. I want to make sure you know how much I love you.” He speaks, eyes closed.

“Oh, look at that.” You giggled. “Min Yoongi, a demon, actually has a soft side.”

“I’m only like this because I know you love it when I’m soft.” He points out. “If it was anyone else, they wouldn’t hear these words from me.”

You smiled at him and moved his hair out of the way before kissing his forehead. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

You played with his hair for a bit until you smelled something coming from outside. “Do you smell that?” You asked Yoongi. The scent was very good.

“It smells like pancakes.” He comments, eyes still closed. “And bacon.” You added.

“Come on,” you say. “Lets go brush our teeth and then go see what the smell is. Taehyung is probably cooking.”

“Taehyung? Cooking? I don’t think so.” Yoongi chuckled. You raised your eyebrow, sitting up on the bed. Yoongi’s hand was still on your waist.

He opened his eyes a little bit before speaking. “Taehyung cannot cook. He couldn’t cook if he was in a cooking show and the prize was to keep his life.”

You giggled a little at his example before hitting his chest playfully. “Don’t say that. He’s your friend.”

“Yes, he’s my friend. That’s why I’m being honest. He can’t cook.”

“So who do you think is cooking out there? It’s not just some stranger.” You said, trying to stand up, but Yoongi pulled you back down.

“Can’t we stay in here for another hour?” He asks. You shook your head and he sighed.
“Let’s go.” You say, standing up and grabbing his arm so you could pull him off of the bed.

“Yoongi.” You groaned, not able to pull him off of the bed. “Come on.” You tell him.

“Fine.” He scoffed, standing up and walking with you to the bathroom.

You two brushed your teeth before walking into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you saw three boys. They were each doing their own thing.

Hoseok was by the stove, cooking eggs in a frying pan. Namjoon was by the table in the dining room, setting up plates and utensils. And Taehyung was taking the pancakes that had been made and was putting them into the plates after Namjoon set them up.

You smiled at the boys before speaking. “I hope at least some of this is for me.” You say. “Nope.” Hoseok chuckles. “We just used your kitchen to make our own breakfast.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before Taehyung came up to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the dining room.

“Of course it’s for you. Why wouldn’t it be for you?” He smiles, ushering you to sit down in front of a huge plate of food at the table.

You took your seat and Yoongi took the seat beside you. “Thank you, but guys didn’t have to do all of this.” You speak.

“Yes, we did have to.” Namjoon smiles. “Today is your special day.”

“Plus, Yoongi paid us fifty bucks each to do this.” Hoseok added, laughing.

You looked at Yoongi and smiled. “Thank you.” You tell him.

“Happy birthday, y/n.” He smiled back at you. “Can you believe that we came face to face with each other a year ago?” He asked.

“It feels like it was just yesterday.” You say.

“You guys are so corny.” Hoseok groaned playfully. “Happy birthday, y/n.” Hoseok and the other two boys said at the same time.

“Thank you guys.” You smiled at all of them.

They all sat down at the table and you all ate and talked, having a nice breakfast. While you ate, you began to think.

These boys were like your best friends now. You can’t imagine your life without them anymore. They’re always by your side. It’s been a whole year with them, and you’re so grateful for all of them. You love them all so much.

“Aww! Y/n is thinking about us!” Taehyung says to everyone, looking at you. Everyone turned their heads and smiled at you, causing you to blush.

“What is she saying in her head?” Namjoon asks.

“She says that she loves us. And she’s grateful for us.” Taehyung informs them.

“Y/n is so adorable!” Hoseok says, excitedly. “Be quiet.” You tell him, looking down at your plate so they couldn’t see how much you were blushing.

“We’re grateful for you too, y/n.”

“And we love you.”

“Yoongi, stop calling me every five minutes.” You giggled, holding your phone to your ear as you walked through the aisles of the store you were in.

“I just want to hear your voice. I miss you.” He says.

“Aww you’re so soft. You saw me like ten minutes ago.” You laughed, picking up a shirt that looked pretty.

“I know, but I miss you. You know, you’re not supposed to leave your boyfriend when it’s your birthday.” He explains.

“You’re the one who gave me your credit card and said that I can get whatever I wanted.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were going to go online shop or something. I didn’t want you to leave.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, picking up a sweater.

“What store are you in by the way?” Yoongi asks you. “Victoria’s Secret.” You answered.

“Oh, really?” He asked. You could practically see the smirk on his face. “Don’t even think about it, Yoongi. I’m only in here to get some shirts and sweaters.” You told him, before he could speak again.

“Just listen to me. How nice would it be if you bought some lingerie? You know you would look so good in it. I just—damn. I’m picturing you in lingerie right now.” He tells you.

“Yoongi!” You groaned. “Stop. I’m not buying any lingerie.”

“Fine. But tonight when I give you your birthday present, you’re gonna wear that set I bought you last week.” He says.

“My birthday present?” You ask. “What is it?”

“What do you think it is?”

“The rent money, I hope.” You laughed.

Yoongi sighed playfully. You could tell that he was probably rolling his eyes. “You know what it is. It starts with an s and ends with all of our clothes on the floor.”

“Wow, you’re so romantic.” You rolled your eyes. “What can I say? I am a demon.” He chuckles. “How romantic can I get?”

After you got everything you needed, you went to the cashier to pay for the items with Yoongi’s credit card.

“How much money did you just spend?” Yoongi asked through the phone as you walked out of the store.

“A lot.” You said, giving him a vague answer.

“You know I can check, right?” He asked.

“Go ahead and check. I’m gonna hang up. I’ll see you later, okay baby?” You say.

“Hey! I’m not your baby! You’re my baby!” Yoongi said. “Whatever, baby.”

“Fine. I’ll see you later. I’ll probably call you in like ten minutes anyways.” He says. “Don’t.” You say.

“Okay, bye.” He said before hanging up.

You put your phone in your back pocket and walked into a different store. It was Hot Topic. The store was dark and had a lot of nice band merch that you liked.

While walking through an aisle, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to see a tall boy with blonde hair. He was wearing blue ripped jeans and a black hoodie. He looked strong and muscular.

“Hey, you dropped this.” He smiled, reaching his arm out to give you something. You looked down at the object. Your phone.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that it fell out of my pocket.” You said, taking your phone from his hands. “Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem.” He said. You were about to turn around when he spoke again. “You’re y/n, right?” He asked.

How did he know your name?

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.” You tell him, slightly nervous.

“You don’t have to be creeped out. I’m friendly.” He says. “I’m a friend of Yoongi’s.” He tells you. “He’s your boyfriend, right?”

You thought for a second. Should you tell the truth? Should you lie?

You remembered what Yoongi said to you one day.

“If you don’t know the person, make sure you don’t tell them that we’re together. It could be dangerous for me and for you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You tell him.

The boy looked shocked by your statement. “Are you sure? I’m sure that Yoongi told me that you two were dating.”

“Well, were not.” You say. “What’s your name?” You asked him. When you get home later, you can ask Yoongi if he’s ever heard of this person.

“Wonho. Soo Wonho.” He answered.

“Okay, Wonho. I have to go pay for all of this stuff now, so…..bye.” You say, turning around to walk away from him, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“Let go of me.” You said sternly while pulling your arm back, trying not to make a scene in the store. Wonho let go of your arm, but stood closely to you. You tried to look away from him, but you were unable to. He was looking into your eyes, just like Yoongi does, rendering you unable to move. “Stop it.” You tell him.

“You’re dating Yoongi, aren’t you?” He asks.

“I’m not.” You answered.

“You like to lie? You should know never to lie to a demon.” Wonho speaks. As he finishes his sentence, his eyes turned fully black. Your eyes widened and you tried to scream but no sound came out.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Let me out of here.” You pleaded to Wonho. You were trapped in a small room. You only saw him through the small window that was in the red door.

“I can’t let you out. Not yet. Not until they see you. Not until he sees you.” Wonho tells you.

They? He? Who is he talking about?

“Let me out!” You screamed, going to touch the doorknob that was on the door. As soon as you touched it, you felt scorching pain in your hand. It felt like your hand was on fire. You yelped in pain, pulling your hand away from the doorknob.

Wonho laughed, standing on the other side of the door. “Stupid human.”

“You were a human once, weren’t you?” You asked him while hold your own hand. You were still in pain.

Wonho continued laughing. “Me? A human? How dare you?” He scoffs. “Do I look like i used to be some filthy human?”

Wow, this guys sucks.

Although you didn’t respond to him, he kept talking.

“I can’t believe you thought that I was a human! Me! Has Yoongi not told you about me?”

“I don’t see why he would want to.” You tell him.

“You’re so lucky I can’t do anything to you from behind this door. If I could, you’d be on the ground, gasping for air right now.” Wonho tells you.

You rolled your eyes, although you felt like crying. You were scared. Who wouldn’t be? You were literally in hell.

“Why won’t you just let me go? I did nothing wrong.” You say.

“You’re dating Yoongi! You must know that it’s against the rules. He must’ve told you.”

“I’m not dating him! Just let me go!” You lied and said that you weren’t dating Yoongi so many times that you were starting to believe it yourself.

“Just wait until they’re done with you. You’re going to regret whatever relationship you had with him.”

“I never had a relation—” You started, but he spoke over you. “Do you really think you’re in a position to lie right now?”

Even though you didn’t answer, he kept talking once again.

“If it was up to me, you and Yoongi would both be dead. You, because you’re a filthy human and Yoongi for dating someone like you.”

By the end of his sentence, you were crying. Was it because what he said was true? Or because you didn’t know if you would live to see the end of today?

You were terrified. Hell was a place you never wanted to go to. It was scary. You heard the sounds of screams, which sounded liked they were coming from all different directions.

They were ear piercing, eardrum shattering, loud screams. They terrified you.

“I don't—” Wonho starts, but is cut off by someone’s voice ringing through your ears.

“Bring her to me.” The voice says. It was a man’s voice. His voice was very loud, and you heard it over all the screams.

As the man stopped talking, Wonho grinned before opening the door and immediately grabbing you, forcing you hands behind your back.

“Let me go!” You yelled, fidgeting while trying to get out of his grasp. He was stronger than you, so although you were relentlessly trying to fight him away, he easily overpowered you, taking you to a different room.

The room was huge and Wonho stood you in the center of it. In front of you, a man was sitting on a big red throne. There were two smaller chairs on each side of his throne. Sat in the chairs were two men and two women.

They all looked different, but something that was the same was that they all had jet black hair and red pupils.

The man on the throne smirked at you before speaking.

“Ah, so this is y/n?” He asked. “Yep.” Wonho answers.

“Let her go.” The man says. Wonho released your arms, and you didn’t dare try to run anywhere. You were way too scared to even move.

“So, y/n, how are you?” The man asked. How could he try to have such a normal conversation with you?

“Not good.” You answered.

“Oh, how rude of me. I haven’t introduced myself.” He speaks. “I’m Lehun. Soo Lehun.”

Wait. He has the same last name as Wonho. Were they related?

Your question was answered as Wonho spoke. “She’s a liar, dad. She kept trying to tell me that she’s not dating Yoongi, but we know the truth.”

Dad? Lehun was Wonho’s father?

Lehun chuckled before looking at you once again.

“Y/n, I’m only going to ask you once. Lie if you want to, but I’ll know if you do.” He tells you. “Are you in a relationship with Min Yoongi?”

You took a deep breath before speaking. “No.”

As the word left your lips, you felt a sharp pain on your left arm. You looked down to see scratches forming on your arm, blood dripping from them.

You yelled in pain, holding your arm as if that would stop it.

“You’re not a very good liar, y/n.” Lehun chuckles.

As he spoke, the doors opened, and some people came through. Although you recognized that faced, it didn’t make you any happier. It just made you more worried.

“Leave her alone.” Yoongi says, entering with Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung by his side.

“Would you look at that? Everyone’s here!” Lehun smiled. “Now we can really have some fun.”

What did he mean by fun?

Lehun looked at Wonho without saying a word, but it seemed like Wonho knew what Lehun wanted him to do.

Wonho grabbed you once again, forcing your arms behind your back and standing behind you.

“Get off of me!” You screamed, trying to wiggle yourself out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch her!” Yoongi yells, running over to you. When he get close to you, Lehun looked at him, and he stopped.

It was like he was unable to move. Lehun did that to him? Of course he did! Lehun was a demon, he had all the same powers as Yoongi, maybe more.

Wonho held you close to him, his grip on your arms getting tighter as he whispered in your ear.

“When I’m done with you, you’re gonna wish you never had anything with Yoongi.” He says.

What did he mean by that?

“Stop! Let go of me!” You yelled, still struggling to get out of his grasp. You suddenly stepped on his foot and you heard him gasp, releasing one of your arms. 

You took the opportunity to elbow him in the face, hoping that he would release you. Thankfully, he did, and you ran over to where the boys were standing. Hoseok healed your arm before linking his arm with yours, keeping you close.

“You little—” Wonho says, looking at you as he began to walk over to where you were standing.

“Stop.” Namjoon says, taking a step towards Wonho. Namjoon stood in front of you, blocking you from him.

Wonho scoffed before going to punch namjoon. Namjoon was able to back away before Wonho punched him. Wonho pushed Namjoon to the side easily, walking towards you once again.

Without hesitating, Taehyung stepped up, punching Wonho in the face. Wonho held his nose, which was now bleeding, before looking at Taehyung and smirking.

Wonho grabbed Taehyung’s arm, trying to pin it behind his back, but Taehyung fought back. They were hitting each other, getting in some good punches before Wonho wrapped his hands around Taehyung’s neck, choking him.

Taehyung was gasping for air while Wonho tightened his grip. Out of nowhere, Yoongi came running to them, pulling Wonho off of Taehyung before grabbing him and throwing him to the other side of the room.

Both Yoongi, Taehyung walked back over to where you, Hoseok and Namjoon were standing.

You all watched as Wonho stood up, walking towards you again.

“Enough, Wonho.” Lehun says, causing his son to stop walking.

“You should kill them. All of them.” Wonho speaks.

“You should shut up.” Hoseok finally says.

Wonho scoffed, not responding to Hoseok’s comment.

You all looked at Lehun, who had just got off of his throne and was now walking towards you.

When he got close, Yoongi stood in front of you, blocking him. “Leave her alone. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”

“I’m not going to hurt her. At least, not now.” Lehun says. Yoongi didn’t move, he stayed in front of you. “I should hurt you for dating her, shouldn’t I? You know that’s against the rules. You lied to me.” Lehun tells Yoongi.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell you the truth? You would’ve killed her in an instant. I couldn’t let that happen.” Yoongi says.

“That doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have lied. You know how dangerous it is to have a relationship with a human. What if—” Lehun says, but then stops his sentence to say something else. “Move out of the way, Yoongi.”

“No.” Yoongi says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t want you talking to her. I don’t want you to touch her or do anything to her. Just leave her alone.”

“How dare you talk to me like that?” Lehun asks, grabbing Yoongi by his shirt. “I don’t want y/n having any contact with you. You’re not a good person.” Yoongi says.

“Why are you like this? Why don’t you listen to me? I should kill her right now, shouldn’t I? Would that make you more obedient?” Lehun asks.

“Don’t touch her.” Yoongi states.

“You know, Yoongi, I thought that after your father died, you’d come to me. You’d respect me and then I’d treat you like my son. Do you know how much privileges you would’ve had if you weren’t so damn stubborn? If you were my son, you could rule this place with me and Wonho. But you don’t want that, do you? You want to run around causing trouble with your misfit friends and act like you’re not the nephew of the most powerful man in this place. You could’ve been somebody, Yoongi. You could’ve been someone important like your father.” Lehun speaks.

“All you do is hurt people. Maybe if you weren’t so violent, I would join you.” Yoongi says. “I’m the leader of the demon council. What do you expect?” Lehun says.

The demon council? Lehun was the leader of it!That still didn’t answer most of your questions. What exactly is the demon council?

Lehun released his grasp on Yoongi’s shirt, but Yoongi still didn’t move out of the way.

“Why don’t you respect me? All I’ve ever tried to do is make you powerful. Stronger.” Lehun says.

“Just because you’re my uncle doesn’t mean I have to respect you.” Yoongi tells him. “And I don’t want to be powerful or strong if it means that I can’t have these three idiots by my side.” He looks at Hoseok, Namjoon and Taehyung before looking back at Lehun.

Wait a minute.

Lehun was Yoongi’s uncle? They were related?

Lehun scoffed. “You could do so much better than them, Yoongi.”

“I don’t want better than them. I just want them.” Yoongi said. Yoongi was tough, but he could act soft sometimes. This was one of those times.

“Whatever, Yoongi. But you know that it’s still against the rules for you to date y/n. So that’s still a problem.” Wonho speaks.

Yoongi turned to look at you. You looked him in the eyes before speaking. “If it’s putting you in trouble then we can break up. It’s okay.” You tell him. You unlinked your arm from Hoseok’s and took a step closer to Yoongi.

“Y/n,” Yoongi sighs. “It’s fine. Really.” You say. “I don’t want you to be in trouble anymore. If we break up, neither or us will be in danger anymore.”

You didn’t want to break up with him, but you knew that you had to. What else was there to do?

Yoongi wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you, y/n.” He admits. “I love you too, Yoongi.” You wrapped your arms around him.

You closed your eyes, feeling a few tears run down your cheeks.

“This is so corny.” You hear Wonho say.

“I’m so tired of you.” Hoseok says to the boy. “Me too.” Taehyung and Namjoon say at the same time.

“Who isn’t tired of him?” Lehun says, honestly.

It made you chuckle a bit. You pulled away from Yoongi, wiping away your tears. “I love you so much.” He says. “I know.” You slightly smiled at him.

A few seconds passed and you and Yoongi just looking at each other before Lehun spoke.

“Wait.” He starts. Yoongi turned around to face his uncle, wanting to know what he had to say.

He carried an expression on his face, but you couldn’t quite read it. He looked worried, maybe a little confused.

“What is it?” Yoongi asks.

“I hear something.” Lehun says. “What?” You asked, confused.

“He’s telepathic, like me.” Taehyung says. “But he has more—senses? Abilities? Something like that. I don’t know what to call it.”

“Of course, you don’t know.” Namjoon says, hitting Taehyung lightly on the back of his head.

“What do you hear?” Wonho asks his father.

Lehun looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. “It’s you.” He tells you.

What did he mean?

“What?” Yoongi asks, before you could say anything. “Yoongi, move out of the way.” Lehun says.

“No. What are you going to do? What do you hear?” Yoongi asks.

“Yoongi, move or I will move you myself.” Lehun tells his nephew.

“Yoongi, it’s okay.” You tell him.

Yoongi looked at you before sighing and reluctantly moving to the side.

Lehun took steps toward you. He looked at you, inspecting you. “You.” He says, walking in circles around you.

He stopped, standing directly in front of you. He turned his head to look at Yoongi, who was just as confused as the rest of us.

“You two can’t break up. Not anymore.” Lehun informs. “Why not?” Yoongi asked. “Did something happen?”

Lehun took a deep breath before speaking.

“She’s pregnant.”


I was 13 years old. It was my birthday. Royston Sinclair III had broken my heart in front of everyone. I had snuck into your closet that morning and took that green beaded top that was your mother’s…that you kept so carefully wrapped up in tissue paper in your cedar closet. I was never supposed to touch it, but I stole it. And I wore it to school with my Chemin de Fer sailor jeans. And I thought no one was as stylish as I was. Royston laughed, he said I was cheap. He said that the only reason he’d been my boyfriend was because he was mad at Angie Morgan and he wasn’t anymore. He called me loud and weird. And he said there was a rumor going around that I wasn’t actually a Gilmore..that…I was the gardener’s daughter and…you’d bought me because you couldn’t have children of your own. And I was crushed. And I ran out of class. And I ran out of school. And I went to the mall. And I was sitting in the food court, wishing I had some money to buy a pretzel because I was starving. And I looked up…and there was Dad..standing in front of the mall. He never came to the mall. That day…he went to the mall…and he was furious. Why aren’t you in school?, he asked. Tell me right now, Lorelai. Why aren’t you in school? And I tried to think of something…some lie that would make sense, but I couldn’t. All I could think was that yesterday I had a boyfriend who loved me and today I didn’t and I started to cry. I just sat there like and idiot, bawling. And finally, after what seemed like forever, I managed to control myself a little bit. And I calmed down and I waited. I waited for him to yell at me…to punish me…to ground me forever…to tell me how disappointed he was in me. And nothing came. And finally I got up enough courage…to look up at him and he was standing there with a pretzel…a giant pretzel, covered with mustard. And he handed it to me and he said, let’s go.  And he took me to the movies. We saw Grease and An Unmarried Woman. Something for me and something for him, he’d said. He bought me popcorn and Red Hots and we sat in the dark and we watched. And then he took me home and he gave me a sweater to cover up the stolen top and he told you that he’d picked me up from school and taken me to the club for a soda. And that was it. We never discussed it again. That was the best birthday I ever had. I just thought you should know.

Baby Food? (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Imagine you telling Shawn you’re pregnant in a very creative way…

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Holy fuck. You sat on the toilet for another solid ten minutes merely contemplating the stick you were holding in front of your eyes.
You were pregnant. Your eyes prickled with tears of joy. You and Shawn were trying for a couple weeks and had decided already that nothing would be better than a child of your own.
The next couple days Shawn was very busy, which was good for you because it gave you time to think of how to tell him. You received many suggestions.
“Congrats Y/N!!!!”
“Thanks ‘Liyah! I just need to figure out a way to tell him.”
“Oh my god, you should go to the hockey arena and have it written on the ice.”
“Ooh that’s cool but a little complicated…”
“Thanks Niall!”
“And you should write a song to tell him!”
“Hahahah that’s YOU and Shawn’s area of expertise, not mine.”
“I KNOW!!!!”
“You should knit a baby sweater as a little hint.”
“Hahah by the time the sweater’ll be done, I would have already given birth to the baby mom.”
Finally, you settled on a way that would surprise him and your fans at the same time. You hit the grocery store and bought a dozen of jars of puddings, and one jar of blueberry baby food.
“Hi Shawn.” You kissed him when he came home that night.
“Hey baby. You’re affectionate today.”
You grinned up at him, already dying to just blurt out the news to him.
“Hey, so I got a random idea this morning.” You began.
“Let me guess you took an extra long shower and now the water bill is gonna be a mile long again?”
“No…” You punched him jokingly on the arm.
“So I watched a bunch of youtube videos-“
“As you always do.” Shawn laughed.
“Will you let me finish you goon.” You rolled your eyes slightly and he hugged you from behind.
“Sorry love, keep going.” He said, his nose in your hair.
“So basically a bunch of couple youtubers do like taste tests, where one of them is blindfolded and needs to guess different flavours of juices or smoothies.”
“Are you going to feed me a huge piece of ginger and tell me it’s a potato again?” He said suspiciously.
“HAHAHAHA no, look I got a bunch of puddings!” You showed him your grocery bag quickly before closing it again.
“Alright I trust you… It’ll be funny and the fans will like it.”
You set up the camera in front of your kitchen counter and put a blindfold you found in your bedroom on Shawn.
“Hey guys! It’s Y/N aand-“
“Shawn!” He waved to the fridge. You giggled and turned him 90 degrees to the right direction.
“So today we’re going to do a pudding taste test!”
While Shawn started tasting regular pudding flavours, you started holding up papers that read:
So Shawn thinks this is just a funny youtube challenge
But actually he’s in for a HUGE surprise
And noo it’s not a tomato flavoured pudding
“Alright Y/N, so far I am bomb at this and have guessed all of them correctly!”
“Alright ready for the last flavour?”
You handed him the baby food jar.
You could see his eyebrows raise slightly in mild surprise.
“Is this, baby food?”
“Uum blueberry?”
“Correct! Now little bonus question, why do you think I got you baby food?”
“Cause you’re a weirdo? Haha”
“Well not entirely false, but wrong.”
“Uum I don’t know you’re confusing me Y/N! UUm is it cause I used to like blueberry baby food when I was one?”
“Hahah seriously?”
“Yeah my mom never shared that story with you?” he moved his head in your direction, even if he couldn’t see you.
“Anyway, I got you that baby food…because… well we’re going to have a lot of it in the house.”
“wha- is this some kinda new bizarre diet-wait.”
He lifted his blindfold and looked straight at you.
“Are you?”
“We’re going to have a baby Shawn.” You were smiling so widely, you knew you looked ridiculous but you didn’t care.
“Oh my god are you serious?” His voice broke a little as he put his hand on his mouth in shock.
“I’m serious.”
“You’re serious?” Shawn teared up.
You nodded again, still smiling a huge smile.
“Oh my god.” He picked you up and squeezed you, and you could feel a couple of tears land against your neck.
You looked at him and kissed him softly.
“I’m going to be a dad.”
“I’m going to be a mommy.”

Originally posted by unrealisticstory

Is That My Sweater? - Requested

Harry Holland x Reader

Words: 1,387

Requested by: @voidxkenobi (love you infinitely, darling!)

“I was wondering if you could write one where Harry catches the reader in lazy clothes and notices the reader is wearing his sweater. And a whole lot of fluff goes down.”

I’ve gained a whole lot of appreciation for Harry, I’ve gotta be honest. Being the same age as him, he’s definitely accomplishing so many things and doing things that make a difference. I totally admire him so much more since I’ve started writing about him! I really, really hope you all enjoy this one! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!


It was another slow day for you. Your parents were out, they wouldn’t be back till late, all your other friends were otherwise occupied. It was just you, your phone, and the internet. What else was there for you to do?

Knock! Knock!

The sound echoed through your empty house. You elected to ignore it, you weren’t properly dressed for answering the door anyway.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three more attentive knocks bounced off your walls.

“Take a hint, bub. Nobody’s home.” you mumbled, scrolling through your Instagram feed, double tapping absentmindedly

Your fingers were on autopilot, liking almost every single post your eyes would land on. The sound of the lock on your front door clicking made you look up from your productive activity.

You were in the living room, which was adjacent to your front door, so you’d have a clear view if anyone were to enter. After a few beats of silence, and you watching the door like a hawk, nothing happened.

How anticlimactic.

Well, it wasn’t like you were expecting nor were you wanting some sort of serial killer to come bursting in, knife at the ready to slit your throat.

What a comforting thought.

Suddenly, your door slammed wide open, the sound of it startled you and you ended up on the floor, flat on your back.

“Nice.” you heard someone grumble

You didn’t dare move a muscle. You lay absolutely still on the carpet of your living room floor with your hand clamped firmly on top your mouth. The intruder’s footsteps grew louder and louder as he approached the couch, if he were to take a few more steps, you would be caught.

As if the universe was plotting against you, the intruder took those few steps until you could feel him standing right by the top of your head.

“Y/N! What the hell? Are you alright?! ”

Harry’s familiar, comforting voice filled your ears, you immediately wrapped your arms around him tightly, accidentally squeezing the air out of his lungs.

“Harry, Harry. Oh my God, you’re back. There was someone in the house and-”

You narrowed your eyes at him, piecing it all together. Poor unsuspecting Harry didn’t see your hands coming at him. They landed against his chest forcefully, making him stumble backwards.

“Ow, Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You weren’t answering the door, and I had a key! You gave me a key!” he had his arms up, shielding himself as you whacked at him repeatedly

“Harry, I fucking swear! I thought I was going to die! What the hell! Couldn’t you have texted or called or anything!”

“Well, Y/N, couldn’t you have just answered the door?” he asked you, clearly not thinking the consequences through

If looks could kill, well, let’s just say there would be one Holland twin buried in the ground right now, and it sure as heck wasn’t going to be Sam.

“Do I look like I’m dressed to be answering the door?” you swept a hand over yourself in aggravation

Harry swept his eyes over you. You wearing your favourite cotton shorts, well worn and a tad bit frayed at the hems, and a sweater.

“Well, I suppose not but..” he trailed off. Now it was his turn to narrow his eyes at you

That sweater was a bit… Familiar. He just couldn’t put his finger on it, until of course, he did. And when that little lightbulb in his head went on, a devilish smirk graced his lips.

“But what?” you demanded, the steam still blowing out of your ears.

“Where’d you get that sweater, love?”

“What are you even-”

Looking down at what you were wearing, you instantly knew what he was talking about. It was totally embarrassing but there was no fucking way in hell you were going to let him have the satisfaction.

So you squared your shoulders and put on the best poker face you could muster.

“I bought it. So what?” you crossed your arms defensively against your chest, looking at your boyfriend haughtily

He tried his hardest to stifle his giggles. Just the look of you, all in a huff, looking at him like you were queen of the world (well, you were queen of the world, his world, at least). It was just about the cutest he’s ever seen you, and you were wearing his sweater? Harry was restraining himself from just scooping you up in his arms and kissing the living hell out of you.

“Ahh. You bought it? Okay, I see.”

Harry put a hand under his chin thoughtfully while walking around you. Oh, it was definitely his sweater, he could tell by the little stitch at the back his mum sewed in when he ripped it playing basketball with his brothers.

“Cut that out. You’re being so weird. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back today?” you asked, trying to distract him

“I wanted to surprise you, love.”

You plopped back down on the couch, feeling exhausted from the scare he gave you. He sat down next to you and took you in his arms. Thankfully for him, you didn’t push him away. It had been awhile since you’ve seen him, the last time was when you dropped him, Tom, and Harrison off at the airport to start another one of their amazing adventures.

“Well,” you sighed, snuggling deeper into his chest. “You know you did a right job of it.”

He placed a kiss on top of your head and pressed his cheek against it. A contented sigh both left your lips as you reveled in the feel of one another, his arms wrapped securely around you, the warmth that was easily seeping off of him and into you. It’s just been too long. You silently prayed that he wouldn’t leave so soon this time.

“Can I ask you something, beautiful?” Harry asked you, rubbing your back in circular motions. It was making you a tad bit drowsy.

“Hmm?” you were almost half asleep

“Is that my sweater?”

A groan left your lips as you nodded your head. Why, oh why did he always have to ruin warm moments like these?

“Harry, for the love of all that is good, why can’t we have one moment of love-filled, peaceful silence?”

“Because I gots to know.” he said in a very poor American accent

His feeble attempt made you both erupt in uncontrollable laughter, he held you in your arms as you doubled over.

“Please tell me it wasn’t that bad!”

“I am so sorry, but it was. You’re going to need more lessons from Tom.” you pecked him on his rose-tinted cheek

He rolled his eyes at you and squeezed you tighter.

“I don’t recall giving that sweater to you.”

“That would make sense, because you didn’t.” you nervously tucked your hair behind your ear, a little mannerism Harry always swooned over

“Then how did you procure my sweater?” the corners of his mouth quirked up. You were so fucking cute, how lucky was he?

“Jesus. I stole it from your bedroom okay! After I dropped you lot off at the airport, your mum invited me back for tea then I sort of.. You know..”

“What? What did you do, Y/N?” he prompted you, poking at your cheek

“I snuck off to your bedroom and pinched it from your closet!” you exclaimed in exasperation. “There! Now you know the truth!”

You dramatically collapsed into his chest, covering your face in your hands in shame.

“You’re too fucking cute for your own good, Y/N.” he gently pried your face from your hands and began to pepper your face with kisses

“I. Love. You.” Harry told you with each kiss

“I love you too, Harry.” you giggled

Just as he was bombarding you with another round kisses, you angled your head just right so the next kiss landed on your lips.

Harry pulled away and shook his head with a soft smile on his lips. He ran his hands through your soft hair as he looked at you with the utmost adoration.

“Sneaky one, aren’t you?” he smiled before capturing your lips in his once again

If this was what stealing one of his sweaters would get you, you were definitely going to start doing it more often.


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Kneel For Me


Word count: 7.5k+

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Tags/Warnings: omegaverse, alpha/beta/omega dynamcs, nails onback, marking, bonding, light cursing, talk of abuse, talk of rape (very brief), talk of being beaten, ruts, heats, slavery, auction, alpha!phil, omega!dan, fighting, mates, soulmate au??, cum inside, cum play??, rough, unintentional teasing, slow burn??, biting, birth control talk, beta!pj, phil’s rich and famous, talk of abusive bdsm, talk of abuse in general, brat!dan,i think thats all

Fifteen minutes till ten, the cab pulled up to the glitzy building, fairly large but not overwhelming. The elegant, shining sign read ‘The Den’ and as I got out, a tall burly man came up to me, head bowing and I was quick to hand over my coat and scarf.

“Thank you, Max.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Lester.” Said the man, finally looking up to meet my eyes.

Walking inside and through the corridor, I was led to a door, the entire hallway lit dimly with fading red lights, scandalous photos lined the walls, I’d seen it all before and felt no interest any longer.

As I walked through the door, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, stress leaving my mind. I smiled lazily, breathing in the strong scent of omega, that’s what I was here for, taking the flute of champagne offered to me by a curvy, blonde, beta girl I knew as Louise.

I took my usual seat at a table in the front corner; good view, but still hidden away. I roll my shoulders, flicking my hand up for the waiter, ordering a whiskey on ice per routine. As the waiter turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of a lengthy omega through the curtain of the stage, smirking at the small boy, I watched him roll his eyes and disappear.

It had been a while since I had taken any interest in an omega. I came to the auctions, looked at them all, and decided they were all the same. Given every omega is raised to be a very specific way so any good omega wouldn’t be much different from any other in mannerisms, but I wasn’t looking into whether or not the omega could cook or clean, I saw that all the boys were the same. No spark in their eyes, like they had lost all of their will to be their own person. A mindless slave to whichever alpha payed the highest price. I couldn’t have that, and this one seemed just the opposite of the others in that sense.

The lights dimmed, pulling me from my reverie; it was time for the auction to begin. The omegas came out in an order; the easiest to control to the hardest. When it got to the last few, most men had left but I stayed, I knew who I was taking home.

A frail looking, frightened boy had just gone off stage, sold to a rather gentle looking alpha of, going off looks, around 20 or so years old. I smiled thinking of how well that would turn out for them, and then he was up on stage.

Feet stomping, the wide, old man looked at the crowd, or rather just me, seeing as everyone else had left. The presenter looked nervous, probably because there’d never been anyone who stuck around this long.

“Eddy, why are you making me come up here?! No one ever stays this-” The boy was cut off by a harsh look from this so called “Eddy”.

I smirked as the omega finally looked my way, grimacing when he caught my eyes. After a pregnant pause, I turned my gaze onto the presenter, quirking my eyebrow in a silent gesture to get on with it.

He looked startled but continued nevertheless, “Omega Daniel James Howell is 26 years old, weighs 80 kg, and is 193 cm.” Eddy coughed warily.

“Oh bloody hell, just spit it out so I can go to bed, I haven’t wanked in days and the amount of tension that isn’t sexual in this room right now is making me unbelievably horny.” Daniel spat out, making me splutter a bit, choking on a sip of my whiskey.

I began laughing, cheeks growing warm with amusement. “You can run the information by me later. I’ll take him.”

“What?!” They both yelled, incredulous.

“Bidding starts at 15,000?” Eddy questioned more than stated.

“I said I’ll take him, I’ll put down 30,000 pounds.” Daniel scoffed.

“Listen, I’m sure you probably think you’re some good guy, you know for taking the unwanted omega and all, but you aren’t and I can guarantee you don’t want me.”

“I like your spirit. I’m tired of the shell of a human I could get in any omega. You aren’t charity work. I think I know better than you what I want, thank you, Daniel.”

I could see the confusion swimming in his eyes, “Just, um, just Dan.”

“Alright, just Dan.” I stood up from my chair, heading to the back to hand over a check, then get Dan and his things.

Eddy took my check with wary hands, like he thought I was gonna back out and yell at him or something. “So tell me about him?”

Eddy smiled, “Kid’s been through a lot. He’s real stubborn, got a good sense of humor, and is loaded with attitude. Doesn’t like to be told what to do or how to do it. He’ll keep you on your toes. You’ll love the kid once you get to know him, I promise you that.” I smiled kindly at his honesty, appreciative that Dan had someone here to look after him.

I walked down another long hallway, feet creating a vibrating stomp that reverberated through the corridor. Eddy led me through the door, what I saw there made my eyes widen in shock, omegas caged and whimpering. I could smell the hormones coming from them, at least five of them were in heat. I shuddered, I’d been to plenty of auctions, but never bought one, so I’d never seen what the homing looks like. I felt sick to my stomach, wanting to just take them all with me, but I knew I couldn’t.

I reached Dan’s cage, a little smaller than a jail cell, he had to hunch over to stand in it, he was gathering his things which looked to be just a few pants and t-shirts, a sweater or two, and a book into a satchel. My heart thrummed watching him angrily pack away his belongings, glaring at me whenever he had to turn to face me.

I waited patiently, though a little anxiously, my alpha doesn’t like being in this confined space that smells of unmated omegas in heat. I only had eyes for Dan, but my instincts begged to go after any of the omegas in heat, their smell was made to be intoxicating to an alpha, and if my assumptions of the auction house not letting them use suppressants is anything to go by, then that’s why it’s even stronger. I’d have to ask Dan if he wanted to take suppressants.

Finally, Dan finished, hesitantly stepping out, flinching when my hand reached for him causing me to retract it back to my own side, smiling warmly at him when his eyes flashed with shock before quickly returning to their seemingly nearly constant state of apathy.


The drive home was quiet, almost tangibly tense. My mind reeled with how I could cure the awkward atmosphere that we were sitting in. Dan eyes were glued to the window, watching the city as we drove through it, but my eyes were glued to him; he was utterly beautiful. I couldn’t wrap my head around how I’d managed to get so lucky so as to find him before someone else.

I took his slender frame in; his slim legs, slightly pudgy stomach, and worn out eyes. I sighed to myself, I was already wrapped around his fingers.

“Dan?” His head turned to acknowledge me.

“Yes…master?” His voice cracked over the word ‘master’ as if he physically couldn’t bear to be saying it.

“Please, call me Phil.” Exhibit A of me being whipped for him. Dan was my first buy at an auction house, but he wasn’t my first submissive. I already had quite the reputation for my aggressive domination preferences. Among owning the most successful radio station agency all of the United Kingdom has on record, I’m renowned for my tally marks of omegas being driven away by my unmistakably extreme discipline techniques.

“Okay, Phil.” His voice was timid, as if he were waiting for me to shout that I was just kidding and then send him back to the house. The thought made me a little sick, how much had this poor boy gone through?

“The ride back is pretty long, I live on the edge of town, and I really hate tense silences, and I also thought that we don’t really know anything about each other and now we’re going to be living togeth-”

Dan interrupted me, “And whose fault is that?” His eyes turned to stare into my own, ice cold and a little hurt.

“Oh. Ok, yeah you’re right, I’ll shut up now, sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just trying to, uhm, I don’t really know honestly, I’m just rambling now, I’ll shut up. Sorry again.”

A long, pregnant silenced followed my weak attempt at conversation. Never in my life had I been so disrespected and then responded by acting like a kicked puppy, and I refused to let it start now. There was a reason I was an Alpha.

“Actually, all I’m trying to do is get to know you and let you get to know me so you can feel a little more safe, and it’s a lot more than a lot of alphas would do after they /bought/ an omega.” I growled, eyes never leaving the back of Dan’s head.

He slowly turned to me, “Sorry, I was just bought by a stranger, earlier I was beaten to a pulp, the only thing that stopped them from raping me was that I have my virginity and without it, I’m basically worthless. So yeah, sorry, Phil, I don’t really want to let you ‘get to know me’ right now.” His words stung in the way that I knew I was the one in the wrong and I shouldn’t have made him feel obligated to me anything about himself.


The next two weeks went similarly, as much as I tried to reach out to Dan, he just kept rejecting me. Every part of my alpha wanted to be close to him, but it seemed as though Dan’s Omega couldn’t disagree more. The only time Dan even seemed partially content in speaking with me was when I had broached the subject of repressents and birth controls, which he was eager to get started on.

That was the night that I brought him home, he hasn’t said more than twenty words to me, all of which were curt answers to direct questions I’d asked him over the last two weeks. At this point I was questioning giving up, my wolf was in physical pain from being this close to an omega and not being able to be close in a physical sense. Not to mention that my rut was due to start in just two more weeks, I’d figured Dan and I would be close enough over a month for him to help me through it, but with the way things were looking for us right now, I figured I’d have to send him to the basement or a friend’s house for the week, which only sounded depressing and lonely, not to mention cruel.

But what could I do when he wouldn’t even try? Was I so appalling? The worst of it was that the more I watched him the more I couldn’t help loving him, everything about him was so soft. His eyes took everything in with amazement, brow scrunched when he read anything even remotely interesting, his long legs always strewn about haphazardly around him, cheek bones high and catching the sun. I’d only seen him smile once, and it sent a rush of a mixture of jealousy and affection through me; he’d been sat with the household cook, watching him make a grilled cheese, and upon listening to something the chef, Nick, said, his face burst into a wide grin, dimple popping on his face, and a fondness took me by surprise, he was just so damn adorable.

Most days I’d wake to an empty feeling, the feeling told me what I almost wished wasn’t true, Dan was my mate. This morning though there was a sharp, stinging pain in my head, my wolf whimpering and a throbbing in my chest. My whole body hurt.

My wolf couldn’t handle the rejection anymore, I needed to sort it out with Dan; now.

I dragged myself out of bed, trying to think of how I could attempt speaking with Dan about trying to be actual mates and not make him want to kill me.

I got to the top of the stairs when a stabbing pain hit me in the abdomen, sending me to my knees, I curled in on myself, letting out a small whimper, fuck this hurt so bad, I’d never felt this way about any boy or girl before, my wolf knew Dan was our moon mate and not having any connection with him, physically or mentally, was taking a toll on my alpha.

Suddenly hands were gripping my arms and sides, pulling me up from the ground, I barely registered that I was being taken back to my room and to the bathroom, the tile floors cooling me down, but the pain only continued on. My brain barely registered the panicked voice of Dan but I could literally feel relief rush through me when his hands grabbed my sweat dampened t-shirt. My muscles relaxed, body deflating into Dan before I gripped him around the waist, supporting myself on him.

Before I could even pull myself together, Dan pulled back from me, standing again and scoffing. “Not even worth it.” A dry sob heaved my chest. I felt sick, so I threw up; for the first time in my life, my body didn’t know how to handle my wolf, he was sick. He needed his mate, but his mate didn’t need him.


After that, I closed myself off, what good was it to fight for an omega who clearly didn’t want me? moon mates or not, Dan wanted nothing to do with me.

A week had passed without change, my wolf went into hiding, he couldn’t be seen as the rejected alpha, so he chose to not come out, I couldn’t speak with him anymore, my nightly runs had stopped, I felt like I had a missing limb.

When I realized that my rut was due in a week, I knew I needed to figure out what to do with Dan, he certainly couldn’t be here, not with my wolf so desperate for connection with his mate.

I called up Pj, he’d know what to do. Pj had been my best friend and assistant for as long as I could remember, his parents were servants to my mother and father and when they gave birth to Pj, he was assigned to be my beta. It was by luck that we got on so well, since the beginning, I’ve always tried my best to make ours an equally yoked friendship, Pj meant more to me than just a slave, he was truly the only person I could trust in my life.

Before long Pj knocked on my bedroom door, “Honestly, Phil, it’s after twelve and I have to get up early to make sure your life is perfect.”

I shrugged sheepishly, “I’m sorry, Peej, I’m just freaking out about Dan, he won’t let me anywhere near him and my rut is due next week and I don’t know what to do with him. I can’t have him in this house with me, but I would hate to make him move when he’s only just gotten here.”

“Well,” Pj thought for a moment before lighting up, “How would you feel about you going somewhere instead of him?”

“Is that even possible?” I questioned.

“I know just the place!” He smiled at me.

Pj told me about this home a few hours from here for unmated alphas to spend their ruts, a sort of homing situation. I’d have to check in a full twenty-four hours before my rut would be due to start, but it was clean, comfortable, and omega-free.

After Peej left, I felt way less anxious about going into rut, and fell into a deep slumber, dreaming about Dan and having kits with him, only to awake to reality.


Two days before my rut, I cautiously walked to the door of Dan’s room, set up right across from mine. I knocked softly, “Dan? Can I speak with you?” The door opened slowly, letting a hesitant Dan poke his head through.

“Actually can we not?” I cocked my head in confusion, “I can smell it on you, it’s really annoying.” His explanation only managed to irk me more than I already was.

“My most sincere apologies.” I said sarcastically, “That’s what I came to talk to you about anyway; may I come in?”

“No. And no, I won’t help you through your rut. So you might as well leave.” His tone was condescendingly polite.

“So fucking assumptuous. Will you please come outside into the hallway and stop acting like a petulant child, so I can talk with you like we actually live together?”

Dan’s body stiffened, a quick nod later and the door widened just slightly, not enough for me to see inside but enough for Dan to step outside, head bowing as if he couldn’t physically help it; he probably couldn’t.

“I came to tell you that due to certain circumstance, aka you hating my guts-”

“I don’t hate your guts!” Dan defended himself.

I laughed loudly, only catching my breath a minute later, sighing and straightening out to catch Dan’s death glare, “Hate to break it to you, but you sure act like it. Anyways, because my wolf is currently at a weakened state because of a lack of bond with his mate, I’m not very stable and would be even worse during rut. I didn’t want to move you anywhere, you’re probably only just getting adjusted to being here, so I’m going to be away at an omega-free rutting house a few hours from here. I leave tonight, wanted to tell you so that, by some Christmas miracle in August, you actually feel like talking to me, I won’t be here. I’ll be out of your hair now.” And with that I turned and began walking away.

“Wait!” I turned back to find him chewing on his bottom lip, hesitancy clearly swimming in his features, “It’s not, um, my fault that you’re sick, right?”

I scoffed, “Why pretend like you care? It’s not your fault you don’t want me, but yes, I’m sick because my wolf doesn’t have any connection to you.”

Dan’s eyes squeezed shut, “I, uh, I didn’t want you to be my mate.”

“Well anyone could’ve guessed that, love. I just didn’t realize I was so intolerable that even my destined lover can’t stand me.”

“You aren’t intolerable!”

“You know what, Dan, stop acting like you’ve been treating me like anything better than dirt. If you really hate it here so much, you can go back! I’m sorry your life has sucked and I genuinely despise anybody who tried to or succeeded in hurting you, but I’m not out to get you and you need to stop acting like I am. All you’ve done since you met me is judge me, and I’m not perfect but at least I tried. You didn’t even bother. So yeah it feels a little like you hate me, and me feeling like that is not my fault. I’ve got to rest before I leave.” And with that I went into my own room, falling face first into my bed with a growl. Every part of me wants him so bad, why is he so infuriating?

I stipped down to my boxers, my body already over heating before my rut. Just as I laid back down there was a knock on my bedroom door. I let out a groan, “Who is it?”

“Daniel?” He asked more than stated, which was cute in an endearing way, I shook that thought off and got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on.

I opened the door just slightly to see Dan with a stuffed bear clutched in his hands, “What do you need?”

He shifted from foot to foot, “I, you’re right, I’ve been acting like a real brat and I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing or how I’m supposed to be doing it, but I want to start trying.” His eyes fell to the brown bear in his hands, my eyes followed, “This is Brown, I know I don’t want to help you through your rut this time, but I figured you should have something that smells like me to keep you thinking of me. Is that weird? That’s totally weird, huh. I can just not do this, sorry, I-”

“Dan!” I stopped his rambling, carefully reaching out for the bear, Dan handed it over slowly, “Thank you. Do you want to come in? We can just talk, I’d like to know a bit about you, maybe?”

Dan nodded, blush creeping up his cheeks when I opened the door a bit more, showing that I was only wearing boxers, I coughed walking over to my drawers and pulling out a pair of pajama pants, putting them on. “Sorry,” he hummed.

“Wanna play twenty questions?” I laughed.

“I’ve been waiting over twenty days to play 20 questions!”

“Shut up!” He laughed with me, and it was good, for the first time I felt like I could breathe, my wolf was finally out of hiding, jumping around in excitement. “My wolf is freaking out now that I’m finally talking to you.”

“Mine too.” We both shared soft smiles and I admired Dan’s blush.

We played a round which really just turned into asking as many questions as we wanted, whenever we wanted until we were both lying down on my bed, on our sides and facing each other. “I want to hold you, but I don’t think that’d be a great idea.”

“Why’s that?” Dan cocked his head.

“As nice as this is, I’m still pretty weak to my instincts, don’t want to get too handsy with you.”

“I don’t think I’d mind that too much.” He smiled softly, moving over until his body was flush with mine, head tucked into the crook of my neck, hot breath washing over my exposed skin, sending chills down my spine and up to my scalp. I hummed contentedly.

“We should’ve done this before I had to leave you for week.”

He sighed, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

“Behind us, just wanna be with you in the now. We’ll take it as it comes. How’s that sound?”

“Good,” he softly, just barely, pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I woke up the my bedroom door slamming open, blinking blearily up at a confused looking Pj before remember who I was tangled up with. Dan shifted, letting out a whine, shoving his face into my chest.

I smiled down at him, brushing his hair from his face, “I’ve got to go, sweetheart, stay here, rest.”

I untangled myself from Dan’s limbs, “Phil?” Dan caught my arm as I started to sit up.


“My heat is due in two weeks.”

“I thought you were taking repressents?

“I am but they can only hold my heat back by a month. My point is, I want you to help me through it, if you want.” Dan’s blush was harsh across his pale cheeks,

“If I want? Of course, Dan! I’ve gotta go now though, don’t miss me too much.” I smiled at him, and on an impulse decision, leaned in, taking his chin in the palm of my hand and brushed my lips against his, just barely.

I pulled back, watching Dan follow my lips before opening his eyes. I grabbed my bag and walked out.

As I was getting into the car, Dan ran out, yelling my name, “Wait!” His body crashed into mine, arms wrapping around my neck, “You didn’t expect me to let you leave without giving your boy a real kiss, did you?”

With that, he pulls me in, smashing our lips together, my heart beating wildly against my ribcage, his tongue licked across my bottom lip as my instincts kicked in. My arms wound around his waist turning us around so his back hit the side of the car. I pulled back, breathing heavily, string of spit between our lips, “Fuck, Dan, gonna make me lose control, can’t yet.”

“Good. Have fun, Alpha.” And he was gone back inside the house again. I turned my head to catch sight of a few paparazzi snapping shots and rolled my eyes, nothing could be private.

“Peej, don’t let Dan see the papers.”

~~ (6 days later)

!Dan’s POV!

“Pj! I’m bored, how long can one rut be!?”

Pj snorted, “When an alpha goes into rut while after he’s been in contact with his mate and his mate isn’t there to help him through it, it has been known to last up to two weeks, and be excruciatingly painful.” he explained.

My head snapped up, “Painful?”

“Yeah, sure Phil is fine though, he’s thirty, and this isn’t his first painful rut alone.”

“He’s had a mate before?” I could feel my face dropping as I said it.

“No, that’s not possible, but he has had….pets, before you, to help him through his rut.”

“Oh. Am I just another pet?” Pj full out laughed.

“No, god no, trust me, you’d know. Haven’t you ever read the papers before?!”

I shot him a ‘What’s in the papers?’ look, “Uh, what I mean is that, uhm, well, nothing, what papers? Anyways, you hungry? I’m starving!” Pj laughed nervously, I knew he was hiding something but I just didn’t know what. What could possibly be written in the papers?

I decided to go along with it for now, nodding and going downstairs to get something to eat with Peej.

It had been six days since Phil had left, and Pj was good company, but after finally letting myself be close to Phil, I missed him, it was like having withdrawls, my wolf always whines, he was nervous we’d have to spend our heat alone again, but I reassured him that Phil would take care of us.

After we ate and watched an hour or so of Winnie the Pooh, I told Pj that I was gonna head in early, but when I got back to my room, I picked up the laptop that was in this room when I got here that I had taken as my own.

I googled Phil, feeling extremely ‘schoolgirl stalking her crush who doesn’t know she exists’.

A lot more popped up than I expected though, and as I scrolled through the seemingly endless results, my stomach began to turn. I clicked on the first one that caught my eye, “All You Should Know About Phil Lester’s new boy-toy!” My heart thumped, and to my disbelief, as the page loaded, so did photos of mine and Phil’s kiss right before he left.

I read the article, finding nothing too interesting, I didn’t have any form of presence online so there wasn’t much for them to dig up. I went back to the results page, scrolling to something a few months before Phil bought me, “Another One Bites the Dust”.

“It seems as if our chaotic fave has done it again, this morning spotted a tear streaked Toby leaving the Lester residence. Intel tells us that due to some rough treatment in the name of BDSM, Toby was prompted to leave after a long and emotionally draining fight between him and Lester.”

I swallowed, I knew what BDSM was and I knew how it could go wrong. I was raised in an auction house and was trained in how to please my buyer in any way they could possibly want, textbook only, of course. I’m just not sure I want a BDSM lifestyle, it’s not like Phil is just my buyer, by some lucky chance he also ended up being my mate. I didn’t want to make him feel like he had to hide himself from me, but I don’t even know if I trust him enough for that, let alone know what I like or don’t like in bed.

I read into more personal accounts from Phil’s previous partners; he seems ruthless. They all talk of being punished for no reason or just the sheer controlling compulsiveness that he possesses, from banning them from friends and family (not that that was a concern of mine, but I did want to eventually make outside friends of my own), to watching what they’re eating, their sleeping schedules, and how they dress.

Phil was supposed to be my mate, my life partner, my equal, not someone who controls my every move. Not someone I’m afraid of.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and before I could move, Phil’s tired face looked in through the small crack, “Oh good, you’re up,” He came into my room, my body was frozen, even as he came to lay on the bed with me. His eyes caught the screen, just as my body jumped into action, reaching up and slamming the lid shut, or at least attempting to before his hand caught the lid, opening it back up, scanning it with his eyes before laying back, throwing his arm over his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

“Of course.” Was all he said; my head swirled, whole body shaking.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered, eyes closed.

Phil turned to me, sitting up and reaching up to me. I involuntarily flinched back from his hand, I knew my fears held no substance, I only knew what I read online. His eyes searched mine, hand stilled in the air only to drop a moment later. “Fuck, bear, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He got up and walked over to my side of the bed, sitting down next to me, “What did you read?”

“That you’re a sadist who likes to punish his subs without reason and control them. I c-can’t live like that, Phil. You’re my mate, not just my owner. Is it true? Do you like hurting the omegas in your care?” My throat clogged.

“Dan, please.” He whispered, already giving me the answer I didn’t want.

“Just, is it true or not? I want to hear it from your mouth.”

“Yes, but, Dan-” his voice pleaded, I felt sick to my stomach.

“I can’t right now, just leave, GET OUT!” An unsolicited tear fell down my cheek. I can’t believe this is the man I’m destined to fall in love with.

“Ok.” His voice trembled.

After he left I sat staring numbly at the wall, just until I heard angry shouting downstairs. “How could I let him see that?! What so now it’s my fault that you like to abuse the trust of your submissives and it got out?! That’s hilarious, Phil. Truly. I love you, but this is on you, and you alone.”

I cracked open the door to my room, tiptoeing to the staircase and quietly, “You’re right, I just, he won’t even let me near him, my wolf is already back to feeling sick, they both hate me, I’ve failed them and I feel sick. I can’t do this.” Phil’s soft voice rumbled up the stairs, my whole body wanted him next to me. But my mind didn’t know if I could or should trust him.

I came to a conclusion, cruel as it may seem, I should refrain from interacting with him to see if his reaction is violent.

My mind was set, and as I walked back to my room to turn in for the night, I heard Pj again, “Just hold on, don’t do anything rash.”

~~ (Two days later)

Phil’s POV

I couldn’t take it. I mean, did I honestly even have to explain it? The separation was killing me.

So on the beginning of the third day of Dan walking on eggshells, I went to his bedroom door, knocked twice, and then let myself in.

Dan was standing by the time I got close to him, a hint of fear in his warm brown eyes, “You’re scared of me because you think I can’t control my need to dominate? That I’ve got some need to abuse my partners? That I can’t be anything other than overly dominant?” He nods, eyes watching me warily as I nod, getting down onto my knees, spreading my knees and linking my hands behind my back with my head bowed.

“What are you doing?” He sounds concerned.

“Submitting to you.” I reply, hearing Pj coming up to the door, a slight gasp coming from him when he sees me.

“Why?” Dan’s shaky voice utters.

“Because no matter who I’ve been and who you’re afraid of me being, I’m most importantly yours. Entirely and completely; yours. You make me want to be a better man, a better alpha, and hopefully a better mate. I’ve been so stupid, and blind, I treated my subs terribly and controlled them but you’ve made me realize that life is more than just control, that life is about loving someone enough to give up control.”

“Phil.” My head fell further when I heard Dan’s voice, “Get up.” My heart sunk, how could I ever fix this? “I…want to form a coherent sentence right now about how much I’m falling for you and want to try being with you, for real, but it feels like my body is on fire.”

My nose sniffed the air, in the midst of my rambling, I’d started holding my breath and thank god I had or I wouldn’t have been able to get any of that out with that intoxicating smell polluting the air.


Fuck, my brain went into overdrive but somehow I managed to fully stand to my feet, “S-sorry, yes to all those things you said but I don’t think I can physically control myself around your smell, gonna have to go now.” I choked out, throat tight and trying not to breathe in the heady scent of Dan’s slick gushing from him.

“W-wait, you don’t want to stay? B-but I thought you wanted me?” Dan’s words came out flustered and rushed, stuttered and high pitched.

“I do! Want you that is, just don’t want you to only agree because you’re desperate.”

“Fuck, Phil, I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my life, need you inside me right now or I could blow up. Knot me, mate me, mark me. I need you everywhere. Please.”

I snapped a Dan’s confession, taking the two quick steps to stand in front of him, before thinking of Pj, I turned as Dan leaned in to kiss me, his lips pressing into my cheek as I saw the door closed. Good lad.

I focussed my attention back on Dan’s flustered form, “Sorry, bear.”

With a sense of urgency, I pressed my lips to Dan’s, pleasantly surprised at their softness.

“Just get me undressed, please, Alpha.” Dan calling me alpha struck a chord inside me, automatically sending my body into motion, my omega’s wishes are my command.

I begin trailing wet kisses down Dan’s jaw to his collar bones, lapping at the indentations of his frame, my fingers moved hurriedly over each button on his shirt, slightly perturbed that he’d chosen today to wear such a high maintenance shirt. After every button was undone, it seemed as if Dan had gone with them, his jaw was slack, lips already swollen and being chewed on, neck and chest littered with tiny red marks and dusted in a pink flush.

I took one of Dan’s pert nipples into my mouth, suckling on it while my other hand travelled to Dan’s pants, tugging on the button and zipper; as I gripped the top of Dan’s pants, his hand moved from where it was gripping the material of my shirt in a tight fist to my hair, tangling into the strands and tugging desperately.

My whole body jerked, teeth biting down on the pink nipple in my mouth, a small yelp followed by a whorish moan came from the boy above me, only encouraging me to nibble more on the spit wet nub between my lips.

I could feel every part of me buzzing with the instinctual need to take care of my boy. Once I’d gotten all of his clothes off, my eyes raked over his absolutely exquisite body; soft and sweet, but dear lord so enticing, my heart thumped to ravish him until I could no more. I stood up straight once again, grabbing Dan by his fatty hips and throwing him on the bed, quickly discarding myself of my own clothes and taking only a small moment to take him in, spread open for me on the soft pale grey sheets, slick gushing out of his sweet hole, eyes fluttering and nipples puffed and raw to match his plump lips.

Climbing onto the bed, I planted myself on top on Dan, hard cocks moving together slickly due to the copious amounts of precum oozing from the both of us, a groan sounded from Dan and I in unison causing a slightly drowsy sounding giggle to escape Dan, warming my heart.

My hand ventured between our closer than close bodies, fondling Dan’s balls for a moment, mouth capturing the noises he made as we kissed passionately. I rubbed my fingers through the slick built up around his rim, listening intently to the drunken sounds falling from the omega below me, before pushing a single digit into Dan’s hot hole.

Or at least attempting to, he was so tight that even in his naturally lubricated state, his rim wouldn’t loosen enough to take my singular digit in past its second knuckle. I worked him to take that one finger for ten minutes, apologizing for making him wait this long, especially during his heat, there was just no possible way that I could fit my cock into Dan unless he was thoroughly stretched to take three fingers comfortably. In the least boastful sounding way, I knew I was well endowed, my dick was above average in both length and width.

My worry decreased when I felt Dan’s body relax, giving way for me to attempt adding a second finger, this one easing inside a little smoother. The third managed to be a bit difficult but after some soft kisses and a handjob, Dan was able to take my three fingers eagerly.

“Please, Phil, Alpha, I can take it, please!” Dan’s rambling sent me into overdrive, my fingers pulling out of his still tight ass with a pop, my eyes rolling back into my skull at the purely erotic sound, wrapping my slick covered hand around my red, engorged member.

I met Dan’s eyes with my own, seeing the swimming lust and desperation drowning him, giving me enough conformation to begin guiding my cock to his tight ring of muscle, pressing the head in to hear a soft pop.

Dan’s hands came to rest on my shoulder blades from where they were fisted in the bedsheets, nails digging into my skin. I waited for his body to relax around me a bit, kissing all around his face, dragging my mouth down his neck and teasingly licking and nipping at where our bond mark would soon be, dragging a sultry groan from Dan’s lips, making my hips twitch, pressing just a half an inch more into the boy beneath me.

“More, more please give it all to me, want you as deep as you can be, want your knot please, Alpha!”

I sunk further into him, until my pelvic presses into Dan’s ass, gripping Dan’s thighs much too tightly to avoid leaving bruises, letting him wrap his legs around my hips, crossing his ankles at the small of my back.

I latch my mouth onto Dan’s nipple, beginning to thrust shallowly into my boy, letting Dan adjust to my movements.

After a bit my hips speed up, thrusting into Dan like it’s what I’m made for, which, taking all factors into consideration, it kinda is. Dan gets louder as I begin thrusting roughly into him, angling myself differently on each stroke until he cries out, a sob breaching his throat, hands clawing down my back. I smirk smugly, found it.

I pummel my cock deep into that spot, feeling Dan tighten around me and hearing his breaths become more and more shallow. “C-close!” I could feel myself being drawn to the edge as well, thrusts getting sloppier with each stroke, head spinning with the feeling of my knot forming, tugging just barely on Dan’s rim.

“Your body will know when to let go, bear.” I let my lips attach to the crease of Dan’s neck where his shoulder met the pale column of his throat, sucking harshly and nipping as I continued to ravish my boy.

As I was just about to be thrown into what already felt like the orgasm of my life, I opened my mouth to bite down on the bonding spot, and bite down I did. At the sensation of the beginnings of bonding with my mate, my orgasm took me, sending Dan into bliss at the same moment, my knot buried deep inside of Dan’s quivering hole. Dan was shaking beneath me, most likely the omega’s first orgasm, as I released his neck from between my teeth, letting my tongue lap over the almost gruesome looking mark, sealing it.

I couldn’t help but to collapse on Dan, carefully rearranging our bodies till I was spooning Dan, knot still pumping hot cum into his tightly sealed hole. My back stung, I knew tomorrow would come with long scratches down my back and up my chest.

I didn’t mind of course, I always thought it strange that alphas were never marked in the same aspect of physicality as omegas are. I loved that Dan marked me, it sent a sort of calm over me, knowing that I could go out swimming tomorrow and the paparazzi would see that for the first time in my track record, I had let one of my omegas touch me in a territorial sense.

I heard Dan hum contently beside me, finally joining me in the land of the living, “Hi bear, how’te you feeling?”

Dan sighed softly, “Yeah, good, so good, practically buzzing with bliss, feel really thirsty though.”

I could feel my knot pulse, having not even begun to deflate yet. I sat up as far as I could manage, grabbing the sheet at our feet and pulling it over us, “Peej! Need to ask a favor!” After a few moments Pj knocked on the door lightly, coming in a moment later.

“Everything alright?” He asked, hand covering his eyes and voice coated with genuine worry.

“More than, you can uncover your eyes, we’re covered, just need water for Dan and probably myself as well.”

Pj’s hand left his eyes, leaving after I told him what I needed and returned a minute later with two bottles of water and some crackers before leaving again and closing the door after himself.

I gave Dan his water, letting him sip on it at his own pace as I let myself admire my handiwork. I knew it’d only be a few more hours until Dan needed me again.

“Phil?” Dan’s hesitant voice broke my reverie of thought.


“I think I’m already in love with you.” I had never told someone that I loved them before, but Dan made me feel something I’d never felt before, the kind of feeling people spend their lives dreaming about.

“I am in love with you too, my Omega.” Dan hummed contentedly, snuggling impossibly further into my chest.

As the swelling finally went down on my knot, I slipped from Dan, grabbing a plug from the bedside drawer at Dan’s protests and securing my cum inside him. Dan turned around to cuddle into my chest, warm body fusing with my own, “Don’t take advantage of my heart.”

My own heart burst, “Couldn’t dream of it, little bear.” And with that I could feel every moment of my life come together in a perfectly completed puzzle; this is where I’d always been meant to end up.

And if a week later when Dan and I decided to go out for lunch after being cooped up for the last while, Dan wore a low shirt to show off his fresh bonding mark as the paparazzi snapped photos of us, capturing me nuzzling into the mark protectively (as well as possessively, but we won’t talk about that) when we got caught up in a storm of photographers, well then nobody has to know that, do they?

BTS Reaction: finding their s/o singing/rapping their solo songs (requested)

I know that not all of them are going to exactly “find” them in the middle of singing/rapping, but hopefully you still like them all.<3

Sorry for any errors.


You had you music blasting through your earbuds as you pulled the cake out of the oven. When Jin’s ‘Awake’ came on, you immediately pulled your phone out and made sure you put it on repeat. You sang along to the song as you got the ingredients ready to make the frosting for Jin’s birthday cake.

You were in the middle of singing ‘Awake’ for the third time when suddenly someone pulled your earbuds off.

Considering that you were originally the only person in your apartment, you shrieked in fear, spinning around with your icing spatula as your only weapon.

Thankfully, the intruder turned out to be your boyfriend and the air soon returned to your body. 

Jin was already in a fit of laughter with that signature window wiping sound escaping his body. “Jagi you should have seen your face!”

“Ya! you gave me a heart attack!” You said, threatening to hit him with the spatula.

“Aish, I’m sorry! I just wanted to tell you I loved your singing voice!”

Originally posted by gotbangboys


You and Suga were walking the streets of the shopping district in a half ass disguise. Both of you only wearing face masks and caps to not be recognized by any ARMY.

You both passed this music store that was blasting music on their speakers to attract customers. 

“Pst, babe, do you hear what i hear?” you pulled your mask off to expose your smirk.

Suga rolled his eyes at you, already predicting what you would do next.

“A to the G to the U to the STD!” you began rapping. You did your best to add some “swaggy” moves, all of them in attempts to get a smile or laugh out of your boyfriend.

You could see his eyes squinting adorably, knowing his gummy smile was under his mask. This only made you rap harder. “A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD!” you were so loud you were starting to get attention.

Suga quickly put a finger to your lips. “Shhh!”

Now far from the music store and unable to hear the song and use it as a reference, you tried to continue to rap on your own. You rapped in a soft whisper, keeping your “badass” moves to a minimum. However, you didn’t exactly remember all the lyrics,,,or know the right ones to begin with… and were probably a bit off beat, but you kept rapping anyway.

Again, his finger stopped your lips and he shook his head at you in disapproval. “Leave the rapping to the pros baby.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Rap monster:

“Y/n, you ready to go yet?!?” Rap monster called out from the living room. He concentrated on his reflection in the mirror, fixing his wig to look just like your hair. He made last minute adjustments to the dress you ordered him to wear because it was “a dress you would wear”. He groaned. “Stupid Halloween party. why did i agree to this couple idea?!?” he asked himself. “Y/n! How about now?!?”

“Y/n?!?” you said coming out of your bedroom in your boyfriends clothes. You wore a pair of his jeans, that you had to roll up because his legs are so much longer than yours and you wore his t-shirt and sweater that were definitely too big for you. The only things that weren’t his were the sneakers you bought and the bleached wig you ordered just for the occasion. “I am not Y/n, I am Namjoon!” you said trying to mimic his voice.

“O-M-G! Namjoon?!? From BTS?!? Rap monster said in his attempt at some form f a female voice. “Can you rap for me?!?” he asked adding a school girl giggle.

You began to nod your head to an the beat of his song joke. “Uh -Yeah -Uh -Yeah- *mumbles through the fast parts* *emphasizes only a few key words* fame, girls, money, thats ma honey to the 100 to the 100! *mumbles again* *only clearly says all the bad words* You know I got a mufuckinn beat I got a mufuckin rhyme I got a mufuckin flow I got a mufuckin style-”

“Wow!” Rap monster said cutting you off in fake amusement. “That’s like so hot!”

You popped your sweater with as much swag as you had. “Well, that is why i am the best.

Rap monster rolled his eyes at you. “Babe, let’s go already.” he said in his normal voice. “And remind me to give you rapping lessons when we get back.

Originally posted by yoongiski


Your close friends dragged you out to a karaoke bar as your late birthday celebration. But you knew it was mostly their way of trying to cheer you up after you have been moping around for weeks over how much you missed your boyfriend while he was on tour.

“C’mon Y/n, rap your boyfriend’s song!” they all demanded. 

“No, i cant rap like him.”

“Rap it! Rap it!” they all chanted.

With a few bottles of liquid courage already in your system, you had the guts to give it a try You looked to the screen and clicked your favorite song, that songs being 1verse.

You flew through the lyrics, trying to as many of Jhope’s vocal touches as you could. A very drunk you thought you were doing well. Certainly, your drunk friends thought you were straight up spitting fire.

“Oh my gosh! Y/n that was so good!” a familiar voice spoke out just the song ended. 

You whipped around and found your sunshine smiling at you. “Hobi!” you yelped. you ran up to him, and attacked him with a hug, feeling his arms snake around you. “I thought you wouldn’t be back for another week!”

“I wanted to surprise you!” he said before he pulled you into a kiss.

“Awww!” “ So cute!” your friends cheered.

“Let’s keep the partying going!” Jhope smiled. “Put that song again so we can rap together!”

Originally posted by nycbtslover


You and V finally had your schedules match up and you both decided to take a mini vacation together. There was a long drive ahead for the two of you and you decided to be civil and each of you had half an hour to play your music in the car. V had won the game of rock, paper, scissors, so he got to play his music first.

Finally, his half hour came to an end and it was now your turn to blast your music. “Yay! My turn!” you cheered as you ripped the aux cord off his phone and plugged your phone in. 

“Agh! Fine!” V groaned with a playful pout.

“You’ll like my music.”

“But I like mine more.”

You laughed at his little attitude, he was just too cute when he was pouty. “Trust me, you will LOVE this song. I know you will!” you said as you searched through your song list for the right song. 

You clicked the song “stigma’ and you peeked at him to see his reaction. Within the first few seconds, is eyebrows shot up and and a cute smile lit up his face. “Aw, jagi, that is my song!”

You began singing along right when the lyrics started. You let your voice get disgustingly out of tune as you reached the chorus, because  your vocal range did not match the emotions you were trying to covey. How your boyfriend had such a voice and such a talent still amazed you. 

V giggled at you, still trying to keep his eyes on the road, but sneaking peeks at you from time to time. Just before the song ended, he joined and sang out of tune with you. “Aw jagi, your voice is so beautiful when you sing my song!”

Originally posted by mvssmedia


You sat at your vanity, applying to makeup as you jammed out to your loud music.The next song that came up was Jimin’s song and you squealed to yourself, as was your usual habit of your favorite song coming out on your speakers. 

You began humming along immediately and when the lyrics started, you began to sing to yourself. Words weren’t exactly words as you applied your lipstick, eyeliner and mascara. The sounds that came out of you were more like whale sounds rather than actual Korean words since most of your concentration went to your makeup. 

Suddenly, you heard a fit of giggled in the room. You jumped in your seat , causing mascara you were putting on to smear on your eyebrow and forehead.

Jimin laughed harder.

“Jimin! How long were you there?!?” you could feel your face burning

“I saw everything!” he held his hand over his stomach because he was laughing so hard

You looked at yourself in the mirror. “Jimin! You made me mess up my make up!” 

Jimin came up to you, handing you one of your makeup wipes. “Sorry sweetie, I got bored waiting for you to get ready then I caught you singing and I thought you were so cute.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


It was the first time in months that you and your boyfriend both had the days off at the same time. This time was now dedicated to being lazy together.  

It was the late morning and you were the only one awake. Seeing the mess the two of you made the night before, it was best you cleaned before Jungkook woke up and you two started another movie marathon. 

You plugged in your headphones, grabbed a broom and began an attempt to clean. Of course, being in the lazy mood you were already in, you were easily distracted by the music to actually do any type of real cleaning. Instead, you mostly sang along to your music. 

The beat of Jungkook’s song ‘Begin’ started to play and you were quickly sucked into the vibe of it. You were deep into the lyrics. Your eyes were closed, your arms were flying dramatically and you were using the broom as a microphone.

Eventually the song ended and your performance was over. You opened your eyes and as you waited for the next song to start, you heard the sound of someone laughing. You turned around and saw Jungkook standing by the kitchen doorway. His phone was pointed at you ans he was in a fit of laughs. “Babe, oh my- ha! I am- haha!” He was luaghing too hard to keep talking.

“You better delete that!” you ran up to him, and tried to snatch the phone out of his hand.

He was fast and held it above his head. “Now way jagi! I am going to keep this forever!”

Originally posted by jeonbase

-Admin Boat

anonymous asked:

Can you please please please pretty please tell us about some of the moments Even halla baby's Isak? Please!

here it is! the message I have been waiting for since I began watching skam almost a year years ago! finally! halla baby! here we go!

  • Isak’s having a shower, telling Even about his day and the sweater he spotted online that he’s thinking about maybe buying, drawing flowers and hearts and dicks on the glass door. Even’s getting ready for bed, too, brushing his teeth, putting on the black wu-tang shirt that he sleeps in whenever he’s over at Isak’s, and thinking about how to get Isak to not buy that sweater since he’s bought it already as a nice surprise for when Isak aces his exams. it’s all wrapped up and ready to go, hidden under the couch in his room, bow and all. at one point, Isak presses the side of his face against the glass door like, “what are you dooooing?” Even walks over to him, presses his face against the glass too, his nose is all scrunched up, and “nothing” and “waiting for you to hurry the hell up because I am tired” and “halla baby” and they’re kind of smiling stupidly at each other through that door and it’s great.

  • Even doesn’t usually wait for Isak by his locker. they both got stuff to do and Even’s got his friends and Isak, too and it’s nice to do things without the other. but it’s a Tuesday and Even’s feeling good. the sun’s shining and he saw a great movie yesterday and, you know, he really just feels like seeing his boy. sometimes life is like that. he spots Isak trying to stuff his books into his locker from the other end of the hallway and he looks so cute, with his blue beanie and exasperated expression on his face and there’s only a few people around, and it feels right, now, it feels like something that’s absolutely an option. so he puts his hands to his mouth, yells “halla baby!” through the hallway and Isak doesn’t even look up, rolls his eyes and smiles at his locker like he’s so, so happy and a little embarrassed too, and Even honestly likes him so much.

  • so they’re at a party. Even’s with some new people he’s met who are as into Gene Kelly as he is, and Isak had gone off somewhere with the guys, hanging onto Jonas and yelling something about cat tongues and Magnus, which, you know, Even’s fairly sure he’s better off not knowing. they find each other later however, after a few hours and they’re standing in a corner, Isak’s arms wrapped around Even’s neck and his nose squished against Even’s cheek and Isak’s not drunk, not really, but he’s also not as high strung as he usually is, and he’s heavy in Even’s arms but it’s a good kind of heavy, a weight that settles you, puts your feet firmly on the ground and Even kind of sways, moving Isak along with him and it’s so nice, to have him and to be here and to have made it. he presses his lips against the shell of Isak’s ear, mutters the softest “halla baby” and Isak kisses his and it’s a dream.
I’m the One Who Wears Cashmere

inspired by @reioka‘s idea about Bucky wearing sweaters on assassin missions because it’s cozy. 

Tony really hated that Natasha was putting him on a blind date, because he could pick out his own people just fine. “The last one you picked try to murder you,” Natasha says flatly. 

“You try to murder Clint literally everyday he visits your apartment with his dog, are you sure you’re the best candidate to tell me this?” Tony asks. Natasha shrugs. 

“Well, I have a reason to try and murder him. Lucky gets on my couch. The only thing that gets on that couch is me, blankets, and occasionally pizza rolls.” 

“Pizza rolls are not an occasional thing, you buy them in the forty-count bags,” Tony replies. “Do I really have to go on a date? I could be building a death ray right now.” 

“A.) Don’t build a death ray unless my people rise again. B.) You’ll like this guy.” 

“Natasha, you moved from Russia when you were, like, twelve. Don’t call them your people, I’ve already been asked by Steve if I’m harboring a communist.” Natasha actually snorts at that. 

“Steve was joking. He knows that he’s really the one who works hard and seizes the means of production.” Tony actually laughs at that. “By the way, wear that oversized red sweater that you swear you didn’t steal from Rhodey. It looks good on you.” 

“It makes me look like I’m twelve,” Tony whines. 

“No, it doesn’t. No twelve year old has awesome facial hair.” 

“You agree it’s awesome?! Score! I told Stephen it was cool.” 

“Whatever. You’re meeting Barnes at the soup and bread restaurant on the corner. You know, where Boris sells his ‘authentic’ knives?” 

“Oh my god, it’s one of your creepy friends. No, nope, nada. I’m not going.” Natasha levels him with a glare that would be enough to overtake the roll of president and maybe get a free coffee from that hipster place a block over. “Fine, I’m going. But if I don’t come back by one in the morning…” 

“I’ll just tell Rhodey that you went on a date and he’ll go ballistic and call the military to find you or whatever. Move, Clint’s coming over to watch Dog Cops with me.” 

Bucky is at the restaurant, sitting by himself for all of ten minutes. He hates that Natasha threatens to do this to him. Apparently, he needs “regular interaction.” Whatever that is, he gets it. He pets a dog everyday. Talks with Boris about his knives. Hisses at cats because they’re as bad as Steve’s friend Sam is. (He hates Sam. And his insistence that birds are better than dogs, because They Are Not.) 

Natasha texted him that there would be a man in an over-sized red sweater. Bucky doesn’t bother trying to make assumptions; while Natasha is great at many things, setting up dates isn’t always the best. She thought Johnny Storm would’ve made a great match for Sharon, which the most hilarious thought since dogs falling off slides.  

Tony sees Bucky, the guy with the Murder Face and a menu in front of his face. He could just ditch this. Tell Natasha that everything was great. But then he runs the risk of hurting this Bucky’s feelings, and that is Not A Good Thing. So, he sits down at the table, and the man puts his menu down. 

Oh. God. 

That face is the best thing since Rhodey showed him that video of Steve falling in the parking lot. (They have a weird friendship, and Rhodey just flat out does not Tolerate Steve a lot.) 

“Hello,” Bucky says, voice all gravelly. “Are you Tony?” 

“Yes, hello,” Tony says. “You’re Bucky right? Because if this is the wrong booth, then I am ditching whoever Natasha said was Bucky. Wait, you’d never know me if you weren’t Bucky, okay, cool. Oh, wow, this is a thing I’m doing. Rambling.” Bucky smiles at him, and that is like gold all on its own. That could be currency, oh god. Bucky Smiles, worth a million dollars. 

“How was your day today?” Bucky asks, sliding him a menu. 

“It was pretty good, not gonna lie. I saw two dogs and one video of a baby giraffe,” Tony says. He’s not afraid to admit that dogs and videos of baby animals are awesome. “How was your day?” 

“I killed a guy,” Bucky says with a shrug. “I also bought a new sweater.” Tony laughs, because he’s just so casual with the joke that it makes him sound like he actually killed a man. 

“What’s the sweater like?” Bucky thrusts out his sweater sleeve, and Tony gets to touch it. It’s soft, a cable knit. It actually is a nice color; a dark green that Tony would wear too. “Oh my god, that’s so soft.” 

“Yeah, it was on sale too!” Bucky adds. “Seventy-five percent off.” 

“That. Is. Amazing. Where?” So, conversation starts. They talk around their food and drink. Bucky learns that Tony is an engineer, super smart, and knows Steve. 

They’re walking home–well, Bucky is walking Tony home. Everything is going great, Bucky is telling him about Supreme Evil Sam, when someone is ahead of them. They look dangerous; bulky, breathing heavy, basically every jock Tony had experienced in high school. “Hey buddy,” Tony says, trying to move. The guy grabs him arm–what the heck–and turns him around to face Bucky. 

“It’s you or him,” he growls. 

“Bucky, please either call 911 or get him breath mints, this guy’s breath is rank,” Tony says as calmly as possible. 

Instead, Bucky grabs a knife and nails the guy in the head. It is safe to say that Tony was not expecting that. “Oh god oh god Bucky what the hell did you do oh my god–” 

“Tony, please be quiet and help me drag him to my car,” Bucky says. Tony stands frozen. “Tony, I told you what I do for a living. I kill people.” 

“Are you gonna kill me?” 

“You’re too sweet to kill.” 

“Oh my god thank you, that’s so sweet–NO WAIT YOU KILL PEOPLE?!” Bucky rolls his eyes, having the decency to look at least sheepish. “Bucky, no offense, but no one kills someone in sweaters.” 

“They’re cozy,” Bucky says. He pops the trunk, lifting the body in. Tony can’t look, and pulls out his cellphone. “Don’t call 911. I’ve been tracking this guy for months. He’s a human trafficker.” 

“I’m calling Nat,” Tony says shakily. “Oh my god, what am I gonna do? I can’t go to jail, the judge at court hates me and will sentence me to death!” 

“There’s more than one judge, Tony,” Bucky says. “And you’re not going to jail.” 

“Hello?” Natasha answers. “Tony, this better be an emergency.” 

“You didn’t tell me that my date kills people for a living,” Tony hisses into the phone. “And in a soft sweater!” 

“Put him on the phone,” Natasha says curtly. “Clint, don’t try and dominate Lucky in this round, you’ll never win.” Tony passes the phone to Bucky. 

“You aren’t supposed to reveal that until the third date,” Natasha hisses. “Did we go over all this for nothing?” 

“To be fair, he’s taking it better than Steve did,” Bucky defends. “And Tony likes that I pet dogs everyday and my sweaters.” 

“Okay, fine. Come to my place with the car. I’ll dump it.” Bucky nods. “Clint, I swear to god if you touch my borscht I’ll cut your arm off. How do you think Bucky got his arm?” Bucky snorts, hanging up. 

“We need to go to Natasha’s.” 

“Wait, she knows about this?!” 

“She helped me get the job. I don’t kill innocent people,” Bucky says, blush forming. God, he’s getting sappy over murder. Not something that happens every day. “I kill the really, really bad ones. Like human traffickers and people who want to release rare diseases into the atmosphere. I saved Iowa from destroying itself last month.” Tony nods. 

“Oh. So it’s bad people?” Bucky nods. “Okay, that’s not so bad. But what if you ruin your sweaters?” 

“I’m too good to ruin any of my sweaters,” Bucky boasts. Tony rolls his eyes. 

“Sure you are.” Bucky grins at him. “So, next date, I’m choosing where we go, and I choose a shelter so we can volunteer and walk dogs.” 

“Best date ever,” Bucky agrees solemnly. 

Their third date goes a bit sideways; they have to wash a sweater that got drenched. Bucky cries. Tony tries to placate him with funny videos of cats falling and stories about his utter disappointment of a robot that is his pride and joy, Dum-E. 

anonymous asked:

voltron au where the paladins are the cheerleading squad and allura is captain of the football team and quarterback. coran is the cheer coach


I’ve been seeing a lot of high school au posts floating around where Shiro is a football player and Allura is a cheerleader but c’mon… C’mon. Why would Allura cheer when she could get in on that action like??

I know shitall about football so bear with me:

  • Allura is the captain and starting quarterback of her high school’s football team. She tried out her freshman year and all the guys laughed at her, but then she took off her jacket to reveal her TOTALLY JACKED arms and she was immediately put on the team.
  • Allura is responsible for 90% of the gay awakenings at her school lol
  • Allura has gone to school dances with black eyes because of rough games but she still looks good. She always looks good.
  • Lance is the cheer captain because he gets to cheer on hot guys and Allura, wear a uniform that makes his ass look amazing, and he lives for the Attention™. Lance became cheer captain his sophomore year and immediately tried asking Allura out to fulfill the stereotype that the QB and head cheerleader are always a power couple. Now it’s become more of an inside joke between them lol.
  • Shiro is a photographer for the school newspaper and he is an absolute LEGEND because he always gets the most amazing photographs. He can perfectly capture the football spinning in midair, a player jumping to catch an overhead ball, the victory dance of someone who just scored a touchdown, that sort of thing.
    • His best photos always involve Allura though so everyone is lowkey like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
    • Also Shiro wears glasses lol can you imagine him like… Standing a few dozen feet behind the goalpost, camera constantly raised to his eye, wearing this ugly and baggy old sweater, camera pouch slung across his shoulders and back… He’s a hot nerd. This is so cliche I love it.
  • Coran is a science teacher who also coaches football because idk, Coran seems quirky enough to do that. When Allura told him she was trying out, Coran immediately bought little personalized flags with her name printed on them and gave them to all her friends. Coran claims he doesn’t have one because it would be unfair to show so much favoritism, but he cheers the loudest whenever Allura makes an amazing throw.
  • Hunk and Pidge are part of the radio station and responsible for setting up the sound equipment at games. They’re also the sports commentators for the school’s radio channel. They’re actually fairly popular because they both know absolutely nothing about football, so their commentary is like 25% actual sports content and 75% gossip.
  • Keith is the dead soul who mans the concession tent and is only doing this because he needs the money. Shiro is his ride home, but Shiro looooves staying after every game to take pictures of the team (GEE, I WONDER WHY) so Keith resignedly tags along and usually ends up going with Shiro to the aftergame dinners the football players and cheerleaders have. He always ends up sitting next to Lance and the two spend the entire night just bitching at each other.
    • Keith also has a habit of just… Leaving the concession stand at random points to go hang out with Hunk and Pidge in the radio booth. When it’s cold he likes to bring a cup of hot cocoa with him down to where the cheerleaders sit and drink it right in front of a freezing Lance.