this was from a few months ago and i decided to finish it today

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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imagine vampire yoongi.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

  • just when you thought he couldn’t get any grumpier, min yoongi is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity.
  • yikes.
  • so done with the world’s shit by now, honestly he stopped caring a long, long, looooong time ago and if anyone expects him to give a flying fuck about a hashtag or the panda’s dying they can think again.
  • political scandal? “is that a new band?”
  • global warming? “good, it’s kinda drafty here.”
  • the sun will one day grow to encompass the earth? “great, i’ll be waiting.”
  • whenever he gets bored or impatient with everything he’ll just go to ground and hibernate. 
  • by which i mean he will literally dig himself a hole and go to sleep in the earth for anything from a week to a century (ok that was one time.)
  • and he’s cold all. the. time. like, yeah i know he’s technically dead but he actually feels the cold all the time, because he lowkey starves himself.
  • so he’s always very bundled up, and doesn’t really notice the temperature shift from inside/outside or winter/summer.
  • and yoongi is old, okay, he doesn’t need much blood to keep him going. 
  • he’s got a short list of donors he can have a few sips from during the week, and that way nobody has to die because of him.
  • because ugh slaughter is such a pain to clean up.
  • so, not only is he technically dead, but he looks kinda malnourished, a little sick, and like he hasn’t slept. ever. 
  • and yet he’s very pretty, flawless, stoic, and distractingly magnetic.
  • because he’s so old however, he’s not weak, just lethargic af.
  • there’s just one thing he cares about. wanna take a wild guess?
  • music.
  • the only reason he hasn’t sunk to the bottom of the ocean, flung himself into a volcano, or walked into the sunset by now.
  • and when you don’t need to eat, sleep, or pee, you get through a lot of music so yoongi has pretty much heard it all.
  • these days he just kinda hibernates and wanders around while he’s waiting for new releases.
  • and you work in a record shop. wow isn’t that a nice coinkydink.
  • his usual place shuts down and he has to find a new shop that’ll let him sit around and listen to music in the evenings. 
  • and your place of work is exactly one such place.
  • he comes in late, depending on the season, just when the sun has gone down, during the last few hours of your work day.  
  • he doesn’t say anything, just sits and listens until you have to lock up.
  • and you just assume he works all day and this is the only time he has to go browse, although you notice eventually that he rarely buys anything, but you decide to leave him alone because he looks like he’s had one hell of a day.
  • anyway it’s nice not to be alone in the shop at the end of the day when it gets dark and all.
  • you tried to offer him coffee once, because you got some for yourself and he always looks like he just got in from a snowstorm. but he just shook his head no.
  • and at first he would stop by the shop once a month or every two weeks.
  • but one night, when you play something over the speakers that he hasn’t heard in decades, he suddenly feels???? nostalgic ????
  • and with wide eyes he asks you the name of the artist and you trip all over yourself and your words trying to tell him because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak and wow is that what his voice sounds like
  • and after that he starts coming every night to rediscover all the old stuff he hasn’t listened to in ages, because somehow in all his grump he had completely forgotten he could do that???? 
  • and he’s lowkey very grateful that he rediscovered his love of music through you, so whenever you try to make polite conversation with him after that he doesn’t just grunt or shake his head, he gives you actual answers, and you start learning more about him.
  • you let him stay after closing time, just a little while until you have to go, making small talk whenever he’s not absorbed in the music.
  • that way you learn so, sO much about music, everything from little technical details to great historical context, and you don’t understand how one man can have such a large range of knowledge.
  • and then you start playing whichever album he chooses over the speakers so that you can both listen and talk about the music together.
  • and stay around longer so he can finish whichever album he’s listening to that evening.
  • and he begins to walk you home because that way you can continue your conversations, and also it’s late and dark and he knows exactly what kind of monsters lurk in these shadows.
  • and by that time you’re already head over heels for him, but he’s very careful about keeping his distance, so you just assume he’s not attracted to you and that’s fine as long as he keeps keeping you company.
  • yoongi has probably mentioned he’s a vampire.
  • like at least twice he’s proclaimed to be dead and you just assumed you didn’t get the joke.
  • but the real joke is he’s dead, he doesn’t care who knows, and it’s not like anyone will believe him anyway.
  • “you’re too thin, when was the last time you ate something, yoongi?”
  • “a couple centuries probably, what year is it again?”
  • and
  • “you’re so pale, yoongi, you should get more sun.”
  • “i’m already dead, a little sun isn’t gonna help.”
  • or
  • “you look tired, yoongi, do you get enough sleep?”
  • “i took a ten year nap before this, don’t worry.”
  • or
  • “hey, yoongi, how are you today?”
  • “dead. could be worse, i guess.”
  • lmao rip.
  • and then, you go and get a dang paper cut.
  • before you can so much as bring it to your lips yoongi is already at your side, pressing a tissue (where did that even come from?) to the cut so firmly it cuts off circulation to the entire finger anyway.
  • and he’s so,,,,, close. 
  • you’ve never seen him so close, and all you can do is stare at him like an idiot and wonder how many people have specks of red in their eyes, because you’ve never seen that on anyone before.
  • and he doesn’t even breathe. he can’t.
  • and that’s when you realise “yoongi, you’re so cold!”
  • “i’m dead. i told you, i’m a vampire.”
  • and you’re like hha,,, hah,,,ha? w-what? 
  • so he takes your other hand, and holds it to the side of his neck and he’s completely cold and there’s no pulse.
  • and now the cat is out of the bag so he may as well lean in and sniff you because life’s too short amirite.
  • “you smell……….. incredible.”
  • that’s when you see his lil fangs.
  • and at first you’re freaking out because hol ?? ?y STHIT???
  • but then you realise, this is yoongi, who’s walked you home for months now, he’s had every opportunity to drain you dry and he hasn’t and you’re desperately in love with him.
  • so you just kinda,,,,, chill.
  • and yoongi looks surprised, expecting you to kick and scream, and asks why your heart rate suddenly slowed again and you tell him it’s because you trust him.
  • so, he asks “but what if i bit you?”
  • and you say “you wouldn’t.”
  • “then,,,,,,,, what if i kissed you?”
  • your heart damn near beats right out of your chest.
  • and in response he gives you the smuggest grin, fangs and all.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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Taken for Granted (pt 3)

As Namjoon closed the door behind him, he stood by the entrance, snickering to himself. “Her? Liking me? Wahh” he said silently to himself. He wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling now, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “As if I’d like her?” he said again to himself.

“Hyung what are you doing by yourself there?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Huh? Oh nothing” Namjoon said, flustered.


(One week later)

“Hey guys, Y/N isn’t coming today! Looks like it’s just us tonight” Jin said, filling his voice through the dorm.

“Awh, whyyy” Taehyung asked, coming out of the living room.

“She said she’s sick” Jin said with a frown.

“Let’s go there then! We can bring her food” Taehyung said, excitedly.

“Yah, if she’s sick she should just rest. She can’t be taking care of you guys too” Jin scolded.

Taehyung walked back to the living room with his head held down. He was looking forward to watching the movie you two had discussed a few weeks ago, but it looks like it would have to wait another week. 

Namjoon meanwhile, listened to everything silently from the dining table. “That’s weird, she never falls sick…” he said to himself. 

“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you” Hoseok said, sitting across from him,

“oh, no it’s nothing” Namjoon said.

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Wanted (3)

Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: She just wants to be wanted. More specifically, she wants to be wanted by Steve… Until Billy Hargrove weasels his way into her heart.  

Warnings: angst, language, party violence, under age drinking, tommy’s a fucking dick, that’s it i think lol

Word Count: 2.2k+

PART 1 PART 2 PART 4

Originally posted by dailystrangerthings

Max was late, again.

Billy was pissed. Not only was he pissed because Max was late getting to his car for the second day in a row, but his progress with Y/n has gone nowhere since then, either.

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this is you.

You’re 18, and starting over is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You thought that breathing wouldn’t be something you’d have to learn all over again, but it is. It’s like as soon as you stopped on that bathroom floor, even just for a few minutes–it’s like you forgot how. Every time you inhale, it’s a conscious decision. One that you’re barely sure that you want to make. It rattles painfully through you like your lungs have rusted over, broken-down gears in a machine that doesn’t work anymore. You don’t know if they can be fixed, if you even want them to be. You breathe anyway. You’re 18, and this hospital room is too cold, and a nurse gently asks you if you know why you’re here. You do. You’re here because when you were 10, you felt like you weren’t good enough, and when you were 15, you felt terrified, when you were 17, you felt overwhelmed, and when you were 18, you didn’t want to feel at all. You don’t say any of this to the nurse. You nod instead. She continues to talk, but you don’t pay attention, instead letting your eyes drift over to the newspaper on the table next to your bed, open to the sports section. You’ve read the headline a few hundred times by now. You read it again, just in case it’s changed. It hasn’t yet. Maybe next time. You’re 18, and as you settle back against your pillow, you think about what your mom said, about taking a break. No hockey for a while. You consider it, and you can’t decide if it would be more like cutting off a limb or removing a tumor. You think there’s only one way to find out. — You’re 19, and by now you’re used to how the parents look at you when they think you don’t see. It’s never exactly a look of contempt. More morbid curiosity, even fascination. Like you’re a zoo animal, something to be gawked at for a few hours each week and talked about briefly under their breath so the kids can’t hear. You don’t know what they’re trying to see. Do they think you’re hiding something? That you have a stash of blow in your duffel bag? That if they can catch you at just the right time, they’ll see you shooting up right there on the ice? Fuck them, you decide. You have a job to do here, and it’s a good job. The kids call you Coach Z, just Z, and they let you forget there’s any letters beyond that one. You help Eli with his speed and Julie with her accuracy, and you don’t look outside the rink. Whenever the kids win a game, they mob you afterwards, fight to get in closer to you, and it feels good. They either don’t know or don’t care. To them, you’re just Coach Z. For now, that’s all you want to be. — You’re 21, and it’s just your third game at Samwell when a massive D-man from Harvard slams into you from behind. A penalty is called immediately, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re facedown on the ice, dazed, and your ribs ache like hell. As the D-man skates to the penalty box, you can hear the sneer in his voice. “Heard you liked snow more than ice, boy wonder.” Another coke joke. Original, you think dryly. There’s a medic skating toward you. You can get up on your own, but he insists on taking you back to the locker room to check out your ribs. As he’s finishing up (some bruises, but nothing broken), Shitty enters the locker room with a second medic. He’s walking gingerly. You ask him what happened. “I went for the guy that went for you. Didn’t work out great for me,” he says, sitting next to you on the bench with a wince. You stare at him, temporarily dumbfounded. You ask why. He’s your teammate, he tells you. And your friend. Right? You look at him, this skinny younger kid with shaggy hair and a mustache half-grown in and ribs quickly becoming an abstract painting in shades of purple, and you realize he’s probably the closest thing to a friend you’ve got. You hold out a fist, and he bumps it gently. “Got your back, brother,” Shitty says. Yeah. Got your back. — You’re 23, and you have a problem. More precisely, a short, blond problem. With a penchant for baking. It’s not that Bitty’s not talented. He’s fast, and he’s got good hands. But if he can’t take a check on the ice, he’s never going to be a good player. You like solving problems. So that’s why you thought this was a good idea. But now, as you stare down at Bitty, who’s curled up on the ice, trembling, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, you start to have some doubts. The thing is, you recognize that look in his eyes. That fear. You’ve been there before. And you don’t want to leave anyone there, not if you can help it. So you set your mouth into a firm line and order him to get up. You check him, just softly and slowly so he won’t be so scared. And you do it again. And again. And again. By the end of practice, he’s still shaking. But he’s not curled up on the ice any more. You decide that’s enough of a win for today. You learned to embrace little victories years ago. — You’re 24, and you’re outside your new apartment, and you already miss them so much it hurts. You don’t remember what it’ll be like again tomorrow, waking up without Shitty just a bathroom away. You can’t imagine coming home and not finding Holster on your couch, yelling about…Buffy, or Liz Lemon, or whoever is the star of whatever he’s watching. You can’t think of coming home and not having the kitchen table smell like Ransom’s highlighters, or hearing Dex and Nursey argue a room away, or hear Chowder’s workout playlists blasting from the basement. But you have to, don’t you? You have to unlock this door, sit on the nice new furniture you picked out with your mom, open your fridge that won’t be full of mold and too many bottles of Sriracha. And in the morning you’ll have to drive yourself down to the rink, shake hands with the administrative team, meet a few of the guys. And though your team–you can’t stop thinking of them as your team, even if your last game together was months ago–isn’t here, you know that they’re on your side. Especially Bitty. You’re still scared about…this, this thing you have with him. Not of how you feel. You’re sure of that. But of fucking it up. Because you know, deep down, he is one of the best things that’s happened to you in a long time. It’s a risk. But you figured out ages ago that some risks are worth taking. — You’re 27, and you’re tired of hiding. Really, if they ask you later why you did it, that’s what you’ll say. It’s mental exhaustion more than anything that makes you let it slip. You’re just tired–tired of having to hold back truths and substitute incorrect pronouns–and when you mention offhandedly in a post-loss interview that you just want to go home to see your boyfriend, well. That’s it. You’re just tired. For a moment, all five reporters are silent, then they start buzzing like wasps, interrogating you, demanding you tell them the things they shouldn’t have the right to know about anyway. You refuse to go into detail. The assistant managers will probably be pissed, but you think George will get it. She’s known for so long. You go home, and you see your boyfriend, and neither of you turns on the TV. You know it won’t exactly be smooth sailing ahead. There’ll be press conferences, and interviews, and even more scrutiny, and a whole farm’s worth of assorted bullshit. But when you’re holding him that night, you don’t doubt that it’s worth it. Because you’re 27, and you’re too in love to care. And soon enough, you’ll be more. You’ll be 28, 35, 67. Married, a father, a grandpapa. And your life will be messy, and joyful, and so goddamn worth it. You’re going to be glad you decided to keep breathing. You’re you, and starting over is the best thing you ever had to do.

Lead Me On; part one (M)

Pairing: Fuckboy!Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

Words: 1152

Part:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | to be continued…

A/N: I apologize for the shitty story but I wanted to make a fic like this. I’m not sure on how many parts this will have but we’ll see! Enjoy! 

(Please give me some feedback!)


“The weather’s only sunny when I’m under it.

 

                 And I haven’t really changed, yeah I’m just confident”

The soft music that was playing soothed her a little bit. The blissed out look on her face, her still slightly unsteady breathing and the feeling of the soft fabric of his t-shirt made her sleepy. At the door opening, a tall boy was leaning against the frame, watching the girl. She turned her head to him and smiled. “Hi..” she breathed out, making the boy chuckle, walking closer towards her. “Hello, baby” he hummed. The nickname made her cheeks flush and her stomach tingle. Chanyeol smirked. She sat up, the white sheets pooling at her thighs now. “Thank you.” She giggled. He let out a laugh, pressing his lips to her neck. “You don’t have to thank me every time” he softly bit her earlobe, making her squirm. “But I want to.” She whined. Chanyeol only shook his head.

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What about the RFA and Unknown and V finding out that MC has a career in the arts (author, artist, actor or something like that?) @saeranlover


Lol it’s been like 5,000 years since I’ve done a request, here you go bbies

Yoosung:

  • It was always a lingering thought in Yoosung’s mind
  • The thought always came randomly, but sometimes he swore that he  recognized your voice
  • Like the one time you yelled “Come at me!” at a friend who was teasing you and he just froze for a second to think about why it sounded familiar
  • It wasn’t until one day he was testing out a LOLOL character he’s never played before and she screamed out a line of dialogue before her attack
  • And suddenly he heard your voice behind him perfectly recreate the line
  • He turned around to see you cheekily grinning from your place on the bed
  • But it was wiped off your face soon enough because baby boi just pounced you into a big hug
  • “MC WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU VOICED A CHARACTER IN LOLOL I WOULD’VE PLAYED AS HER MORE OFTEN IF I KNEW.”
  • You giggled as he rapidly asked you other things you voice acted in and gawked when he recognized the other characters you’ve voiced in games and cartoons
  • He’ll shyly ask you to reenact his favorite lines or scenes and his inner fanboy will show
  • Yoosung’s never really been into the behind the scenes stuff but he already somewhat was a fan of yours before so he’s basically dating his favorite VA
  • Silly lil’ peanut is gonna ask for your autograph on his merch of the characters you’ve voiced

Jaehee:

  • She found out during one of your nights in
  • You were in the kitchen preparing the snacks while Jaehee sorted through the set of musicals the two of you had rented for tonight (you finally convinced her that watching ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’ for the 8th time in a row was a little much)
  • Once that was all said and done, you cuddled up to Jaehee while the movie started as she fed you popcorn
  • Oh crap, you recognized this movie
  • You actually got the part of the main dancer in this film (it was your typical dance batte film)
  • You somewhat never wanted her to find out  that you were an actor/dancer in fear of always being compared to Zen
  • Once your character was introduced, Jaehee’s eyes squinted a little at the screen before gasping and shaking your shoulders
  • “MC, MC, IS THAT YOU?”
  • “U-uhm nooooo…?”
  • “Wait, why would you keep this secret from me?”
  • After explaining your reasoning as to why, she just pulled you into a tight hug
  • “I’d never compare you anyone else, I love you just the way you are, famous or not!”
  • After watching the movie, she put aside the time to scour the internet for every performance you’ve been in and is about to be the proud owner of all your merch
  • jaehee please no that was our grocery money

Zen:

  • “lolol zen have you seen mc’s latest cover?”
  • “Cover? What’re you talking about?”
  • “the one on her youtube channel???”
  • “…”
  • “you do know what she does for a living, right??”
  • After Seven endlessly mocked Zen for not knowing what his own girlfriend did for a living, Seven graciously provided the link to your Youtube channel
  • Zen then proceeded to spend the next 3 hours of his life going through
  • your entire channel
  • He knew that you liked to sing and sounded like an angel but this
  • This is something extraordinary
  • You actually made a living doing this and he never even knew!
  •  He finally made his way up to your latest cover (which was uploaded about a week ago), and HO L Y  C R A P
  • It was the song he’s practiced at home for months on end for a musical he recently just starred in!
  • When you get home that night, you’re bombarded with compliments and questions (mostly compliments)
  • You explained that you never recorded around him because you were afraid that he might’ve thought you were going to use him for popularity
  • “Babe, I know you would never do that NOW WILL YOU PLEASE DUET WITH ME–”
  • Guess who has the best mashup cover of ‘Butterfly’ now

Jumin:

  • Coming home a few hours early was indeed a rare occurrence for Jumin
  • Usually when he came home, you were instantly there to greet him with a hug and kiss
  • He called your name, but there was no response, just a faint typing sound
  • After hanging his coat on the coat hanger, he began walking towards the noise, his hands already working on loosening his tie
  • “Ah, here you are, my love,” he said upon entering the officeroom
  • “Jumin, you’re home early,” you smiled, letting your husband wrap his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin atop your head
  • “The office had to close early for some renovations,” Jumin explained, “but I’m more interested in what you’re working on.”
  • “I’m working on my next book!”
  • The surprised look on his face made you remember that you never brought it up to him before, but now is as good as time as any to explain
  • Jumin seemed genuinely intrigued as he listened to your explanation on your book series, which was apparently very popular
  • When you finished, he asked if you could lend him the first addition, as he did enjoy reading in his spare time
  • And soon enough, he was hooked
  • He’d have long talks with you over dinner on how he wasn’t expecting a plot twist or how well you wrote your characters
  • Or about how you should hurry and finish the next book because you left him on a cliffhanger

707:

  • He’s known since the background check that you had a job in digital art but he tucked that away in the back of his head because there were too many other things happening at the time (eg the hacker, your sudden appearance, his emotions and job…)
  • It isn’t until one day where he’s been able to work for a few hours straight without you lecturing him about how he should take a break
  • So he got up from his chair, slapped his right leg a few times to wake it up, and ventured outside his office to find you
  • To no surprise, you were huddled inside in the bedroom, but this time with your drawing tablet in hand
  • “Hey Saeyoung,” you tiredly muttered, eyes still glued to the laptop screen
  • His eyes trailed to where you were looking and a look of mock hurt morphed on his face, “MC, how dare you draw a picture of another man!”
  • You stifled a laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatic tone, “Zen just asked me to draw some things for his website so I’m–”
  • You should me drawing me instead! Here, I’ll even pose for you!” 
  • You regret even looking behind you, because Saeyoung was already stripping down to his boxers, need I remind you the pair with cat faces on them
  • “DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS.”
  • “SAEYOUNG PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON AND GET TO BACK TO WORK!”

V:

  • Usually you were making some sort of noise in the house, but today you were oddly quiet
  • “MC? Where are you?”
  • “I’m in the living room,” you hollered back as he started making his way over, “Be careful not to bump my arm though.”
  • “What’re you doing?” he asked, taking a seat on the floor next to you
  • You explained that you liked paint and used it as a way to make some extra pocket money
  • V was very happy and excited to hear that you had an artistic career just like him
  • You were always delighted to describe the paintings to him, and you always did it with such passion
  • After awhile, he started to miss photography and he so badly wanted to see your work for himself
  • So he decided to get the eye surgery
  • Once he did, he was shocked at how much he can see your heart poured onto the canvas
  • You often went out into nature together and sit there together for hours to photograph/paint and enjoy one another’s company
  • You also loved painting some of V’s older photographs and he loved it and every single one is framed in the house
  • #artsycouple
  • The day you painted a picture of the sun and gave it to him, he cried

Unknown:

  • The first time Saeran ever walked into your room, his eyes immediately darted to the big, colorful collection of sticky note pads on your desk
  • He picked one up, noting that every one had a slightly different drawing than the others, “What’re these for?”
  • “Oh, I’m an animator! I like to use these sticky notes when I’m bored.”
  • He never got to watch cartoons as a child so this was all new to him
  • Watching you peacefully work is very, very soothing to him, to just watch the lines fill with color so smoothly
  • You even let him have some of your already drawn-on sticky note pads and he likes to flip through them when he’s nervous or needs to calm down when something’s bothering him
  • His favorite is the one you made for him where it goes “I love you, Saeran!” with a cute little doodle of a cartoony-looking you kissing his cheek on it
  • As mentioned before, he never got to watch cartoons or movies as a kid and he’s willing to watch the ones you’ve worked on
  • It always amazes him that you made what was on the screen and he loves it (he’s never said it out loud but it shows on his face)
  • He really enjoys the ones that are story-based rather than the nonsense slapstick ones (which is what Saeyoung enjoys, much to his dismay)
  • Seeing the childlike innocence in his eyes is heartwarming and you wouldn’t trade it for the world 
until forever

This is short and more a thought than a real story, similar to what Cozy and Romantic is like. It’s kinda a continuation actually.

Summary: What I think H would say when he tries to ask the most important question.

This is based on a request. Hope you enjoy. :)

Harry would watch from where he’d sit on the couch, eyes filled with amusement, warmth and adoration, as I would sit on the floor next to our small fire pit and arrange and then rearrange the wrapped gifts under our tree until the ensemble looked nice in my eyes. He’d bite his lips and then smile a little, overwhelmed with how happy this oh so domestic feeling would make his chest tingle. And he’d want this picture to last a lifetime.
The flat would smell nice, especially since Harry had agreed to have a real tree indoors, which meant that its smell mixed with the constant aroma of christmas biscuits he would bake every day (though I wouldn’t be allowed to eat any but one, and that only because he’d want to know if I liked it, the rest he would store away and keep hidden until christmas day) and once I put up the honey wax candles, those too transformed our flat into a warm and comfortable little home.
Harry’s heart would give a tiny squeeze and he’d swallow hard before sitting up. 

“Y/N? Can you come here for a second?”

It’d be unusual for him to call me by my given name instead of a nickname, so he’d have my attention and worry instantly. My eyes would find his, I’d frown at the sight of his serious expression and then climb to my feed and sit by his side on the couch, where he’d take my hand in his much bigger one and give it a squeeze. 

“Are you okay, my love?” I’d ask gently.

His lips would turn upward and he’d grant me a small smile before meeting my eyes with hesitation and uncertainty in them. I’d pull my legs up to sit closer to my now silent boyfriend and reach up one hand so I could scratch his neck and lightly tug on his curly hair, knowing he’d find it comforting. The lights decorating our walls as well as the small fire to his left hand side shone in his pretty eyes and gave his skin a warm glow. 

“M’thinking a bit,” he would say after a while more of me caressing his cheek and neck tenderly.

“That’s new,” I’d giggle, relieved to see him smile as well and my heart would flutter at the sight of my favorite person happy and close to me.

Harry would smell almost as good and homey as our flat did and if he weren’t so deep in thought and obviously troubled, I would’ve cuddled up into his side and breathed in his neck.  I’d initiate a make out session, because kissing him was something I’d never tire of, before leaving to prepare a dinner we could then enjoy while watching ‘A Christmas Prince’, a movie I’d refused to watch before the 20th of December when my festive mood reached its high.
But now, I wanted nothing but to find out what was wrong with him and make sure he’d feel as warm and good as I had just a few moments ago.

“Harry, you’re worrying me,” I would sigh against his shoulder, “Normally when you’re all quiet and stuck in that head of yours it’s because you’re hiding something bad from me.”

“M’not,” he’d answer quickly, “Not tonight at least. Kinda… the opposite, I hope?”

His eyes would be hopeful when they’d meet mine with sparkling love in them and this time I’d let myself lean forward and kiss his pretty mouth. 

Tomorrow, our home would be filled with people we both loved dearly and Harry would be aware how much I would be looking forward to that, making that night perhaps not the best moment to bring up another subject. One much more important and life changing. 
But after he would’ve spent a month decorating our flat, going to christmas markets together, shopping for presents and bake christmas goods for the third year in a row, he’d know that this was what he’d want every december to be like, for the rest of his life. 
The thought would scare him, would scare any person and whoever claimed otherwise was lying, but upon looking into my eyes, his heart would know. This would be what he’d want more than he’d ever wanted anything else.

I’d smile when his fingers would raise mine so he could press a soft kiss to my open palm, though when he’d pull away and raise to his feet, I’d scoot back on the couch and look at him confused. 
Harry’s hands would clench and unclench, his knees shake and when he’d speak, his voice would quiver. 

“M’in love with you,” Harry would choose to say and suddenly he’d regret having decided to do this today, when it was christmas. 

Because oh god what if I’d be unhappy? What if I wouldn’t say what he’d so desperately hope I would?

I’d smile again and hold out a hand for him to take where he stood, “I’m in love with you, too.” 

“And I want things to be like this forever.” 

I’d swallow hard. “I agree, but why are you bringing this up now?”

“Because you’re beautiful. And…” 

His lips would part, surprised at his own honesty and my fingers would squeeze his gently, before I’d drop them and press them against my mouth to silent the loud gasp falling from it. 
Harry would’ve dropped to his knee in front of the couch, coming closer to my body where it would’ve gone rigid with shock at his action. 
The hand I’d let go of would reach for mine again and I’d watch a flash of fear cross his lovely face. 

“Hold m’hand, baby,” he’d whisper, “S’reassuring and I could really need some courage at the moment.” 

“Harry-” I’d stutter, but of course complying by taking his palm, “What are you doing? Are you-”

“M’so crazy about you, Y/N. And I hope you don’t completely hate how I’m bringing this up when it’s christmas time, and you’re head is busy planning tomorrow’s dinner, but watching you tonight as well as spending this month with you… m’just so happy. Genuinely happy.”

I’d scoot closer to the edge of the couch so I could bring his hand to my lips. “I am, too, Harry. This december was much calmer and better organized than the last and- gosh why am I talking about that when you’re… H, are you…?”

“I want you to marry me.”

The words would tumble from his lips, this time no hesitation in both, his tone or his eyes. The position on his knee would slowly become uncomfortable but it would be hard to notice when his ears would be ringing and his heart thrumming loudly in his chest. 

“Please,” he would ad, and I’d give a little cry at how utterly sweet he’d sound.

“Harry, oh my-” unable to finish I would throw myself forward and wrap both arms around his neck, before bringing my mouth to his and kiss him passionately. 

His hands would settle on my hips and I’d giggle softly when he’d stumble back and fall on his bum harshly, bringing me into his lap so we’d sit awkwardly on the floor. Our embrace would be tight and my lips a constance against his face. 

“Want to have kids, celebrate this time of the year with them and figure out how to tell them that Santa isn’t real once they’re not little anymore. I want to spend hours shopping for their christmas presents and when people ask what we’re planning on doing on Christmas Eve I want to be able to say that m’gonna spend it with my wife and family. I just… I want an us and I want it forever.”

He’d be out of breath by the end of his speech and I’d sob heavily, seeing our future as clear in front of his eyes as he would.

“Of course,” I’d promise him, lips pressed to his cheek, “I’ll marry you. Of course, Harry, my heart… I love you.”

I’d feel his tears against my neck before hearing him cry, though it would be when I’d hush into his ear that he had no reason to be sad, he’d laugh quietly and point out that I myself, was crying too, and that be was certain that neither of our tears were caused by sadness, but because we’d be overwhelmed with how happy we were.
We would be together forever and the thought alone would be enough to make me kiss him, swear that I’d give him my heart until we died and longer, and wrap him into an embrace I’d hope I wouldn’t ever have to let go of again.

This is something I’m not too sure about, but that’s okay. Hope you’re all well and happy. :) x

Also: Masterlist

And: Christmas Harry

So I have a headcanon that lance use to help his mother out around the house, mostly with the cleaning. And I somehow got this, so I hope you enjoy. This is mostly lance being buddies with the lions.

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It was his mother that got him started.

She would always need help with it, not that she was fragile, she’s anything but. But that doesn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the help, especially with the cabinets and bookshelves. And Lance didn’t mind at all. He loved helping his mom, and cleaning up the house was just one of the things they could do together. Sure, everyone helped out, but it was always Lance who didn’t it without being asked.

And after a while, it became sort of a coping mechanism. Whenever Lance felt overwhelmed, or if his anxiety got to be too much. You would always find him doing dishes or vacuuming. It was therapeutic in a way. It was something that he can control, that got him out of his head. His mom always told him “a clean house is a happy house.”
It may be overused, but to Lance it always made sense. If the house is clean, then everyone inside the house is happy. Even him.

Lance never realized how much he relied on his family. Always making something to clean up. Always keeping him busy. But now that he’s out in space, on a giant castle ship, with only six other people. Lance can’t help but miss it.

at first Lance worked on his room. Mostly dusting, and rearranging his drawers. But after the tenth time rearranging everything, Lance realized that he couldn’t clean his room more if he tried. So he moved on to other rooms. Within two weeks, every room in the castle had been dusted, vacuumed, mopped, swept and picked up as need be. The castle was spotless. And Lance felt better. He always did after a good cleaning session, albeit a long one. But it was nice. It reminded him of home; of some normalcy in what is now his life.

But soon the anxiety and the homesickness came back. But there wasn’t really anything to clean anymore. It wasn’t like there were hyperactive kids that will knock things over anymore. There wasn’t anyone constantly making a mess. There wasn’t anyone constantly cooking up a storm , sure,Hunk is always cooking, but his moms taught him well on keeping a kitchen clean, so Lance didn’t really have dishes to clean. He’ll, even their laundry is done by the castle, no help needed there. He remembers when he use to get pretty mad at his family whenever they would create a mess. But now…..now he just wishes he had something to clean. To remind him of home.

Lance was climbing out of blue, feeling a bit down for the count after a nasty fight with the Galra, that unfortunately when through some kind of space mucus ozone that surrounded a moon they were fighting nearby that got all over the lions, gunking up a lot of their movements. Thankfully it did the same to the Galra fleets, so it wasn’t that hard to beat them after that. But Lance could practically feel the stuff, and he wasn’t even the one covered in it. After taking a good look at Blue, Lance knew that he had to get all that mucus off of her. If it was messing with her movements now, he didn’t even want to know how bad it would get once it hardened. After hijacking Pidge’s latest project(a set of goggles that can translate written Altean into English, he has to give her props, this is some of her best work.) he found the right soap to use and even some wax that he can use afterwards. Blue was going to be the best looking Lion around. And he got to work. He scrubbed every inch of her till he was sure that all the hunk was off, and even asked her multiple times if he missed a spot. Who told him about every missed spot or hard to reach place. Once he had finished washing off all the mucus, he gave her a much needed waxing. No one could deny that happiness that Blue felt all throughout it and afterwards. And Lance finally had something that he could clean when everything got to be too much. They were both very happy.

It became a regular thing, after that. Whenever he had too much on his mind, Lance would go down and work on Blue. Whether it was the outside or in the cockpit. There have even been a few times where he would work on her maintenance system, but only if it needed fixing and Blue has to walk him through it. And he would talk to her, about everything and anything. About things on Earth or his family. About the others and planets that they have saved. And Blue would listen to it all, very story about when he was little and every worry that plagued his mind. She would send him support, and love and tell him that she was so glad that he was her pilot. They were both happy.

But then things started to get kinda weird. It seems that while Blue was flying just as smooth as ever, some of the other lions were having problems with certain maneuvers and actions. Which definitely slowed down their progress of freeing the galaxy. But the weirdest thing is that the other Lions started to show up in Blue’s hangar whenever Lance went down there to talk with Blue and clean up whatever was left on her from the last battle. At first they would just sit outside of her hangar, not really pushing but definitely making he know that they were there. But it was the Red Lion who got sick of sitting around, she had butted her way into Blue’s hangar and sat next to her. And That was when Lance saw it. Dried Mucus. But that battle was months ago. Lance couldn’t help but get mad. He went to check the other lions, and sure enough, there was still dried mucus and other markings from past battles littering the Lions. No wonder the other lions couldn’t do maneuvers anymore. There was still gunk clogging up their joints and maybe even in their hydrologics. Lance patted Blue on the nose and apologized, saying that he might not be able to clean her today, because there is no way he’s going to let the others stay like that. She sent him warm understanding and told him that the other lions were very grateful that he was doing this for them.

It took him two days of no sleep and barely eating to get all the lions completely cleaned and gave each of them a waxing that had them shining like stars. All the while, no one had gone to check up on him. While that did sting, it was probably for the best. If he had seen any of the others, he would have gone off on them for leaving their lions in such a state.

Soon, the other lions became part of his routine as well. Cleaning the cockpits, washing and waxing the exterior. He was really surprised and honored when Blue told him that Black asked if he could help with his control panel.( it seems that Shiro and Black Had taken a nasty hit during one of their recent battles and Shiro got thrown against the panel.hard.) It was confusing at first, and the damage was more serious than he thought, but thanks to Blue relaying everything Between Lance and Black, he was able to fix him up without much trouble. Without even realizing it, Lance had started talking to the other Lions as well. It started off as complaining about how the others don’t clean them like they should, if ever. But soon enough he was talking to them like he does with Blue. And while he doesn’t hear them respond, Blue does relay any messages back to him.

Lance never realized how close he had gotten to the other Lions until after a pretty nasty battle against some sort of squid Robeast. Blue and Red had taken a lot of hits to keep the Galra off of Green who had taken a nasty blow, making them power down. In the end they were able to beat the robeast, but Lance knew that he was going to have to buff out some dents on Blue and Red. Lance had just gotten done with buffing out a pretty nasty dent in Red’s armor, that Keith came into Red’s hangar. And it seems that Keith was not happy to see Lance there.

“What are you doing?”

“Um…”

“Get off of Red. Now.”

“But I’m not do-”

“She’s not your Lion. Get off her. NOW.”

That was when Red put up her barrier. Keeping Keith out. Lance couldn’t help but snicker. Because now Keith was yelling at Red to let him in. And apparently he was losing the argument, because the barrier didn’t go down at all. It didn’t even waver when Keith decided that hitting it would get his point across. That was when Lance felt Red give off a kind of purr, at least he thought it was Red. It was probably thanks to Blue, telling him that Red wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. So Lance went on to the next one, and next one even with Keith telling him to go away. Even after Keith left the hangar. And even when Keith came back with Shiro and Allura in tow.

“Lance?” Lance looked away from his work and looked at Shiro, who looked just as confused as Allura. All the while Keith is behind them, just as mad as when he came in.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“Buffing out dents. I saw that Red and Blue had some pretty nasty one after the battle.”

“Ok……and why are buffing out the dents of the Red Lion?”

“Why don’t you go and do that on Blue then!” Ah, and there is Keith. Lance was wondering when he would butt-in.

“I already did Blue’s.” Ha, suck on that, Keith.

“But why are you doing Red’s, Keith could have-”

“No. he wouldn’t.”

Lance climbs down from his spot on the Red lion and heads over to Shiro and Allura. He stopped just at the edge of the barrier. Now he could really see that Keith did not like being called out.

“You don’t know that!!!”

“Yes. I do.”

Wow, Keith REALLY didn’t like being called out on this. But this was going to happen sooner or later, lance is just surprised that it took them this long to realize it.

“Lance, you can’t just clean another Paladin’s Lion.”

“Why not. I do it for all the lions.”

“Wha….what?”

“I take care of all the lions. I buff out dents, I wash off gunk, I even clean the cockpits.”

They all look at Lance like he just talked in an unknown language. the fact that Lance has been doing this for all the lions seems to come as a surprise to them. Even Keith lost his anger and is looking at Lance like he’s the 8th wonder of the world.

Allura is the first to get back some sense of her voice, quietly asking lance “and they let you? Do all of this?”

“Let me? They almost shoved themselves into Blue’s hangar hoping I would see how much work they needed. Red actually did!” Lance points back to the Red Lion, who still keeps the barrier up, if only to tell Lance that there are still some dents that need to be buffed out.

“How…how long have you been doing this?” Shiro’s stutters out, still trying to get a grip on the situation.

“I don’t know……maybe a few months? At least two months.” Lance said, trying to recall how long he’s been cleaning all the lions.

“You’ve been doing this for that long and never asked us to help? Lance, while the gesture is nice, we can clean our own Lions.”

“Apparently not. You guys didn’t even clean off the mucus gunk from MONTHS ago! How did you guys not realize that the reason the lions were slower to respond than usual was because they could barely even bend their joints! If you guys won’t even clean them when they OBVIOUSLY need it, then how can they trust you guys to buff out a few dents!”
Lance said to much. He realized it as soon as it was out of his mouth. He just called out, not just Keith, but ALL of them. That was not how he wanted the conversation to go. Wow, was the that floor panel always so interesting, because there’s no way Lance is going to look them in the face after that outburst.

“Lance….I’m sorry.”
Well that definitely got lance to look up at Keith, who actually looked sincere. Lance can’t remember any time Keith has been sincere, well yes he can, but never to Lance.

“I haven’t really been the best when it comes to taking care of Red. But you don’t have to do it anymore. I’ll-”
“Woah! Woah, Keith you don’t have to apologize to me about it. Maybe Red, but not me. I love cleaning the Lions. And while it would be nice it you guys helped out once in awhile, I don’t want to stop cleaning them.”

“Wait, so you actually like cleaning them?”

“Yeah! It reminds me…..it reminds me of home. I use to help my mom with all the cleaning, so being able to do this, it…it helps with the homesickness.”

Lance couldn’t help but get a bit flustered saying it out loud, but he needs to let them know that he enjoys doing this for the lions. He enjoys being able to do this for them. He doesn’t want to stop doing this. He can hear Blue purring in the back of his mind, letting him know that the other lions enjoy it just as much as he does.

“Still, You shouldn’t have to do this….. At least not by yourself. They are our lions. But if it means that much to you, I guess we can’t really complain. Especially with all that you’ve done for them.”
Shiro gestures up to Red.
“But, you shouldn’t have to do all of the work, Lance. It’s not fair to you, or the lions.”

Lance nods. He knows that Shiro is right, but he also knows that the lions can be kind of picky about how they get cleaned. For a bunch of robot lions, they are really vocal about what they like and don’t like. And this just means that Lance is going to have to teach the others about each lions quirks when it comes to keeping them clean.

“How about I finish up here and everyone can meet up in the break lounge, then we can talk more about it.”

“Why not go now?”

“I’m pretty sure Red isn’t going to lower the barrier until I’m done.” Lance stares up at Red, as if staring at her long enough will make her put down the shield. It does not. So win a wave to the others, Lance goes back to buffing out Red, with a much brighter smile than he’s had in awhile.

Sure, Lance loves being able to take care of the lions. It reminds him of his mom and his family. It reminds him of home. But the one thing that makes it even better is when others are doing it with you. It helps bring people together, to talk and bond with each other. And if Lance was being honest, he missed that most of all.

chimmiebts  asked:

hello there! im sorry if this is not the way to request something but can i have a story that y/n pass out or fainted because she works too much (it could be angst or fluff or angst and fluff) so yeah. AND I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR WRITINGS. THEY ARE SOOOO GOOD 💕💕

Warning: this shit is hella long, the longest I’ve written yet so proceed at your own risk babies.

Farah, thanks hun, sorry I’m late!  since you haven’t mentioned a member I’m choosing Jeon Jungkook at my own discretion.  Y’all can let me know if you want one for another member! Also, I tried going for something other than the classic ‘reader faints, boyfriend worries’. Hope y’all like it.

***Please remember I don’t know jackshit about the functioning of corporate world, I’m training to be psychological counsellor-miles away from the field of techs, mnc’s and conglomerates so if y’all find something out of place please bear with me. XD

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!


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Originally posted by imaginesofmostthings

Requested by anonymous:

“hi!! can you write an imagine about hermione? where the reader is a slytherin and she’s in love w hermione but hermione refuses to reciprocate her feelings because she’s a slytherin, but something happens to the reader which causes hermione to admit her love? thank u i love ur writing so much.”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, reader gets injured, slytherin!reader, cocky!reader

Notes: this is a girl x girl fic, set in the 5th year but before Umbridge takes over and ruins everything :)) 


“Hey Malfoy what- hey would you quite eye fucking yourself in the mirror and listen to me?”

Draco let out a frustrated sigh as he reluctantly tore his eyes away from his reflection and turned to his friend as they walked side by side down the crowded hallways of Hogwarts. “What *yln*?” Draco drawled.

“What day is it today?”

“It’s Tuesday and if you didn’t spend every night working your way into every non-straight girls pants in our year you’d know that.” However, as Draco continued to rant to her about how she was a total wreck *yn* had tuned out almost instantly. 

“Brilliant.” *yn* muttered under her breath when she realised what Tuesday meant. 

“Brilliant? It’s most definitely not bloody brilliant, we still have four full days of torture before the weekend.” 

“It may not be brilliant for you, you git. But it is for me.” *yn* grinned as they turned a corner to make their way down a long spiralling staircase.

“And why is it brilliant for you exactly?” Draco huffed. 

“We have double potions.” *yn* smirked smugly. There were a few moments between the two and *yn* could practically hear the cogs in Draco’s head whirring as he tried to figure out why having double potions with the Gryffindors would be a good thing. Then it clicked.

“You’re not still fantasising about bloody Granger are you?” He groaned. 

“You say ‘fantasising’ like I don’t have a shot with her.” *yn* shot back hotly. 

“All I’m saying is that you’ve been her potions partner all year and the closest you’ve got to snogging her is that time you ‘accidentally’ glued your hand to her arse. Plus she’s totally wrapped around Potter’s finger, there’s no way she’d go for you.” Draco replied as the two neared the dungeon that Snape held his lessons.

“All part of my master plan Malfoy. Granger isn’t like the others, it was always going to take time to slither my way in. Pun intended.” *yn* replied.

“Good luck with that *yln*, that’s all I’m gonna say.” 

“Oh and Malfoy, I finished making my way through the non-straight girls months ago. Turns out when you’re well, me, even the heteros aren’t out of my reach.” *yn* spoke as he opened the dungeon door. “See you after class.” She continued before he could answer, shooting him a grin before stepping past him and into Snape’s classroom. 

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The Avenger-Mom (Bucky x Reader)

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Thank you for being amazing and beautiful in everything you do!

It’s been forever since I’ve written and I apologize for that.

Thank you all for the love on Notebook! I was shocked to say the least:)

Summary: You’re the ‘mom’ of the team but what happens when you’re not Bucky’s fan?

Word Count: Could this have been written in 2 parts? Sure, but where’s the fun in that?! Just kidding, I didn’t want to stop.. So.. Lord knows…. (I’m so sorry I don’t know I don’t have Word so I can’t count them and I refuse to count them myself because it’s a lot.)

Warnings: Suicide mentions, suicide scene (NO ONE DIES), sad moments tbh, fluff, hugs (A TON OF HUGS), sign language (If that’s even a warning), annoyed Bucky, nightmares, and crying. Dang… It sounds really heavy but go with it.

Please let me know if you liked it! Thank you for reading, I hope you have a good day:)

~Maggie~


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Originally posted by theseromaniansarecrazy

You’ve been at the Avengers compound for almost 8 months because your cousin Tony requested you after the fallout between himself and none other than Captain America. Luckily between that time, Tony and Natasha have been speaking to Captain and the government finally expunged what James Barnes did while he was under mind-control by writing him off as ‘mentally unstable’.

You rubbed your hands together excitedly as you awaiting the arrival of the other half of the infamous team. To your knowledge they all knew who you were and understood your reasoning to be there for the team.

An Honorary Mother, everyone likes to say.

You’re a very affectionate person, you’ve always loved seeing people smile because of you and enjoyed helping them through issues and were very excited to help the coming members, especially James Barnes. You read his file and couldn’t stop the blush as you looked at all the pictures they had of him. He was incredibly handsome and you knew he needed someone other than Captain America to help.

“Hey, waiting for your new sons and daughters?” Natasha said lightly as she walked over to you at the entrance of the compound. You turn to her and gave her a hug, she laughs quietly and hugs you back before pulling away, “you do know you saw me an hour ago?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow, you shrug and watch the doors.

“Everyone needs hugs, it’s scientifically proven to help you mentally and physically, you know.” You note smiling at her, she rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.

“Are you excited to meet them?” She says after a few moments of silence, you nod quickly and look to the door, again rubbing your hands together.

“I hope they like me.” You say quietly looking at the floor briefly as though you’d just confessed to stealing cookies before dinner. Natasha puts an arm around your shoulder, grinning to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. You’re our adopted mom.” You look at her and smile just as the doors open.

You wait for everyone to come up to you and Natasha, your heart pounding loudly in your ears and you stare up and Captain America and James Barnes, they have at least 8 inches on you. Natasha elbows you lightly and cocks her head towards them.

Captain puts his hand in front of you and smiles brightly, “Hello, my name is Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.” You glance at his hand then his face before hugging him around the waist tightly, he coughs awkwardly and hugs you back gently. You pull away and smile at everyone staring at you with wonder except James Barnes who stares at you with anxious eyes.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

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prove it (m)

request from anon: don’t let me down by chainsmokers + kookie 

Originally posted by armythreej

[Jungkook x Reader]

Genre: Smut, Angst, slight Fluff

Words: 4944

—>  Grabbing your laptop from the floor, you can’t deny the anxious excitement you feel. You also can’t deny the fact that you miss Jungkook desperately, even though he can be an asshole. You want nothing more than to see his face again.

A/N: err… yeah sorry these one year anniversary requests are taking like an eternity to finish; i just haven’t had the time. but with break finally here, i will try my best to write more. thanks to the anon who requested this and i hope you like it ;) xoxo


Long distance relationships suck.

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Dear Peter

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!

A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Nah

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Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?

You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.

“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.

“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”

“No,” you said.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.

“That’s what I thought,”

“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”

“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”

“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”

“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”

“Fine,”

You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.

As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.

“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”

“I’d tell you too bad,”

Peter moved past you and walked into your home.

“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”

“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”

“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.

Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”

“Now you know why I always study at your house,”

“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”

“Meh,”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.

There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.

“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”

“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”

You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.

“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”

“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added 

You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”

“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”

“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”

Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”

 “I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off. 

You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.

Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.

There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.

Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.

Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.

Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.

I can’t open it, can I?

No.

I shouldn’t.

Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.

Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.

“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.

“You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”

You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.

“It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.

You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.

“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.

When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.

You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“No, why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”

“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”

You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”

Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.

“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”

“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”

“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.

You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”

Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.

It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.

By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.

“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”

“Oh, okay,”

Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.

“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”

Peter kissed your cheek and left.

You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.

When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.

He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out. 

Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.

Dear Peter,

First of all, fuck you.

Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.

I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.

You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.

Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.

I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to  make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.

I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.

I really am in love with you, Peter.

Y/N.

Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.

Peter,

This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.

You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.

I stand by my statement of fuck you.

Y/N.

Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.

Peter,

I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.

Y/N.

Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.

Peter,

It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard?
I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.

Y/N.

Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape.
Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.

You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.

“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”

Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.

“I needed to see you,”

“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“

“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.

“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”

“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”

“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”

“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”

Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”

“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”

“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”

You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.

Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.

“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”

“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”

“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.

“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.


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Hold Back

Originally posted by meganhyunhee


Pairing: Taeyong x Reader
Genre: fratboy!au, um a lil bit of fluff??, um things get a little heated at some point
Warnings: language
Word count: 3,684 


You whined loudly as the sound of your alarm rang through your ears. You had went to sleep at 4 am last night - or should you say this morning - after finishing up a project you had to do for your psychology major. You contemplated on skipping today’s lecture but you decided against it, as shocking as it may sound you had never skipped a lecture before. People thought of you as a goody two shoes and although that wasn’t too far from reality, you still had a wild side, you were young and in college after all. 

Groaning you threw the covers off of you and made the way over to the bathroom to clean up and shake the sleep off your tired eyelids. Apparently that wasn’t enough since even after your shower you felt pretty much dead. A double shot espresso would definitely be enough to at least keep you awake until the late hours of the night. 


You moaned in relief as the scalding liquid touched your lips.

“You always sound so,” Doyoung, your best friend scrunched his eyebrows as he tried to think of a word to describe what he just witnessed, “erotic when eating or drinking something you enjoy.” he finished. 

“Because it feels as good as sex.” 

“Oh my God.” 

“You brought this upon yourself.” you shrugged as you took another sip, your eyes roaming around the cafeteria. 

“There’s a party on Friday night, are you coming?” he questioned, changing the subject. 

“As much as I’d love to get shit wasted, I’m gonna have to decline. A 10,000 essay calls for me.” 

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flashing lights || b.b

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: When you witness a crime happen, an unexpectedly handsome officer saves you, and pulls you over, and then takes you to dinner with a little help from his friend Steve.  

Warnings: mentions of violence, itty bit of angst, a whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: steve is me as a person in this fic tbh and ALSO this is a bucky au but like a 40′s bucky in the present like it’s confusing ik ik but its how i imagined it


You had been walking down the hallway of your floor when it all happened. It’s not everyday that a person gets thrown out of an apartment onto the floor, nearly going through the wall. 

Well, that’s exactly what happened, and you got stuck in the middle of it. After the rather large man was thrown out of the apartment, three other men walked out into the hallway before looking at a very frightened you, “shit,” one of them mumbled as the largest one came towards you. 

You didn’t know what to do, you were frozen in place, hell you could barely breathe. You heard shouting coming from the apartment and you just prayed to whoever that the police would be called or someone would step out to see what was going on. 

“Looks like we’ve got an onlooker,” the tall man chuckled, your heart racing as your feet instinctively carried you backwards, “I-I,” you tried to say something but your throat was dry and voice hoarse. 

“She ain’t gonna do a thing, Robbie,” one of the other men said, “just let her go, will ya,” he spoke and you couldn’t have agreed more. 

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Black and White - Chapter 14 (M) [Final Chapter]

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff // Smut

Word Count: 11.2k words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Mini Masterlist

Warning: Spanking.

The rough edges of the tree rubbed against your back as you shifted in your position, golden brown bark providing a stark contrast to the beige of your top. A huff escaped your red lips as you finally settled comfortably with your knees pressed to your chest and your nose buried between the pages of your book. You allowed the scent to waft through the air, inhaling it subtly because quite frankly, you loved the distinct smell of books.

Today, you decided to ignore the tickling sensation of the sharp tips of grass grazing the skin of your legs that weren’t covered by your shorts, the ones that were dark green which only contributed to making the virescent grass look duller in comparison. You decided to ignore how the round and blazing ball floating in the sky seemed to create a sort of gleaming halo around you as the rays it emanated penetrated through the crevices of the branches connecting to the tree. You decided to ignore the low murmurs and consistent chatters of conversations around you as you repeated the lines you had just read in your head, absorbing them and letting them sink into your brain until you understood it completely.

However, your moment of tranquility and peace was short-lived because you were interrupted a few seconds later, a hand landing on your shoulder, the surface of the palm rougher than a certain hand you were so used to holding. It caught you off-guard, causing you to jump ever so slightly, especially since you were too submerged by the words of your textbook. Tilting your head up, you were greeted by a face you had no recognition of, the man staring down at you with his hazel eyes and an unreadable expression.

“Can I help you?” you broke the silence between the two of you.

“As a matter of a fact, you can,” he answered you. His voice was just like the surface of his palm, you thought, coarse around the edges, a certain roughness to it not unnoticeable to you.

He cleared his throat before continuing, not even bothering to bend down so he could be at eye-level with you, resulting in you so having to strain your neck to look at him with an unconscious frown on your lips. He held out a few sheets of paper to you, a stapler holding them together at the corner near the edge and all you could do was stare at him with a dumbfounded expression tainting your face, lips parted and brows knitted.

“They’re Chemistry sheets,” he explained. “You’re good at it right? I heard you’re excelling in all your subjects actually.” There was a pause in his speech before he continues, the man’s face continuously stoic and unreadable. “Tell you what, you finish all these for me,” he shook the papers held between his thumb and index finger as if to emphasize the subject of his topic, a lopsided smirk forming on his lips dauntingly, “and I’ll spend one night with you in the bedroom.”

“Oh,” you rolled your eyes, nearly snorting at his question. “Did you really just ask me that? Sorry, but no.”

You weren’t new to this. The act of students asking you to complete their work for them was something that happened often, to which you would deny every single one of them. There was always something to offer in return on their part, perhaps free lunch for a week or tickets to the game of a sport you honestly had no interest in, but you weren’t stupid or naive. You knew they were just using you, using the information embedded in your brain, for their own benefits, which was why you would never agree. Had they asked you to explain the topic or run through the questions, you’d be fine, but you had more self respect than to indulge in their one-sided requests.

The unreadable expression of his countenance morphed into some sort of irritated look as an exasperated sigh escaped from his lips, his smirk erased. “Alright, fine. A weekend then. How about that, huh? That’s two nights together in total.”

There was no gentleness underlying his tone, no tender plead of request evident in his voice. It was more demanding than anything, and one would think you were the one asking for help from him instead

You closed your book shut and pushed yourself off the grass without responding to his offer, which was uncharacteristic of you, but you really needed to focus on the topic at hand because your final exams were going to begin soon and you just couldn’t afford to be distracted. Not even two steps later were taken before you felt fingers wrap around your wrist, causing you to turn on your heel and face the man with your lips pressed to a tight line and a somewhat collected sort of annoyance visible in your eyes.

You were done playing nice to people who didn’t deserve it, done allowing yourself to be pushed around like this just because your personality seemed to be kinder than others. After everything that had happened, especially the kidnapping that took place a few months ago, had you realizing that it was time you made some changes in your life. It was time for you to tweak your tolerance, to remember that amidst all the attempts of making everyone around you happy, you also had to think about what you wanted and what was best for you.

You didn’t necessarily get any colder, no, because you still couldn’t glare at a stranger without feeling guilty about it. You just made it a point to disallow any volume of toxicity into your life.

“Are you trying to play hard to get? Because I need to graduate without crappy grades and I want you to know that I do not ask more than twice,” he spoke with a low and menacing tone. “So how about you cut the crap and just take the papers, yeah?”


You pulled your wrist away from his grip, but he was much stronger than you, successfully securing you in place, though his fingers did loosen unconventionally.

“I don’t think you understand what i’m trying to say here,” you quipped. “If you want to graduate with good grades, do it properly. I’m not interested in whatever you have to offer and my answer is no. Now let me go.”

“Don’t you know who I am—“

“I believe the girl said no.”

A voice interrupted the man, the tone so calm that it was scary, but the sound oh so familiar to your ears. A minute gasp escaped your lips when the grip on your wrist loosened completely and your head snapped to the man’s hand, long and slender fingers wrapped around his wrist this time.

Baekhyun’s fingers.

You remained unmoving as Baekhyun dug his nails into the skin of the man before pushing him to the bark of the tree almost effortlessly, holding the man into place with a forearm pressed just above his chest, Baekhyun’s tongue poking at his cheek as he tilted his head and stared at the man cockily.

“I honestly have no clue who you are,” Baekhyun told him slowly, each word enunciated slowly.

Baekhyun’s whole composure was intimidating in the simplest of ways. His voice was leveled and stabled, but the threat was palpable in the undercurrent of his tone. And his eyes, oh his eyes. They were bland and dull, no life to them, but they also held a cold and piercing stare.

“What about you, sweetheart? Do you know who this guy is?” Baekhyun used the man’s question against him, turning to you after doing so. There was a glint of fondness that you noticed in his eyes as he stared at you, a living contradiction to the smug look he had given the man merely seconds ago. The man’s eyes widened as the reality of the situation seemed to dawn upon him, that he had not only disturbed Byun Baekhyun’s girlfriend, but he had also got caught in the act by Baekhyun himself while doing so. A cheeky grin formed on Baekhyun’s face, his eyebrows raising mischievously while he patiently waited for you to answer.

You couldn’t help the silent giggle that escaped your lips, finding humour in how the tables have turned in this unpleasant situation. “No, I don’t,” you finally responded, your answer full of innocence.

“Me neither,” he hummed as he shifted his attention back to the man. “But do you know who I am? Hm?”

“I’m s—sorry, man,” the man swallowed. “It won’t happen again..”

“Oh, don’t apologize to me,” he cooed almost evilly. “Apologize to her.”


“I’m sor—“

“Look at her while you’re doing it,” Baekhyun demanded and you spotted the man wincing as your boyfriend applied more pressure onto his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the man choked out, head tilted to face you. “I won’t disturb you ever again.”

“That’s better,” Baekhyun deemed it satisfactory as he patted the man on the cheek in a not-so-gentle manner. “Now leave. You lay a finger on her again and I will—“

Baekhyun couldn’t even finish his sentence, because the man had bolted and disappeared from your sight the moment your boyfriend wavered his hold. Baekhyun could only stare, stunned by the speed of his disappearance and you took this opportunity to snake your way to the tree, pressing your back to the bark similarly to the way the man had just moments ago.

“Impressive,” you nodded with your arms folded.

Baekhyun snapped his gaze to you and flashed you a smirk.  

“Yeah, he bolted so fast.”

“I was talking about you actually.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, before his expression changed as a reminder seemed to flit its way into his mind.

“Are you hurt?” he questioned you, grabbing your wrist gently, the one that had been held by the man before your boyfriend appeared.

“I’m fine,” you answered him truthfully, because you really were fine, but you didn’t pull back from his hold, allowing him to hold your hand up to inspect it carefully.

“I’m alright, Baek,” a giggle escaped your lips at the adorable expression grazing his features, his lips parted in concentration with concerned eyes.

“Just making sure,” he hummed, pressing light kisses to the inside of your wrist.

The gesture left you feeling butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the Byun Baekhyun effect clearly not worn off despite you being together with him for months.

“You have to stop handling situations with violence, you know. You could get hurt one day. What if the man had a knife?” you sighed. “What would you do then?”

He squinted his eyes at you scrupulously before he rested a hand on the bark of the tree, just beside your head, palm sprawled out while his upper body leaned in closer to you. A few strands of his hair fell, dangling in front of his forehead in a manner so messily adequate as he stared at you through the unintentional fringe that had formed, the muscles on his body moving beneath his loose shirt.

“You worried ‘bout me?” he cocked his head to the side, the same damn smirk forming on lips, his smug look only adding to the attractiveness of his very existence. He looked like the epitome of seductive and you can’t help but to think that if he were pure sin, then you would welcome yourself into hell.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, your tongue darting out to wet your lips unconsciously and Baekhyun seemed to notice how affected you were by him, because his smirk only lingered on his lips. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger and you couldn’t deny that statement even if you wanted to.

“I’m just saying that you should be more careful, but thank you for that.” You leaned your weight onto your toes to plant a soft kiss on Baekhyun’s cheek. “Even though I could have handled it myself.”

His gaze softened impeccably at that very moment as his gaze remained on you and you wondered if you had imagined the previous glint of mischief in his eyes because now, all you could see in his eyes was a mixture of admiration, fondness and love. So, so much love.

And as if he had realized that he wasn’t supposed to be like this, that he wasn’t supposed to succumb to your ministrations and the magnetic pull you seemed to radiate, and that he wasn’t supposed to break from his confident character, his cheeky glances were back.

“You’re telling me that I went out of my way to help you and a peck on the cheek is all I get?” he murmured into your ear.

You knew you were a goner then, and as if you were transfixed by him, his voice casting a spell on you that had you following his every word, you leaned in once again to press your lips to his. He returned the kiss just as fervidly and the moment you felt the ends of his lips quirk up against yours, you knew you’d find a smile grazing his face the moment you pulled back.

“So where are we eating after class?” you breathed out, a desperate attempt at changing the topic to something more innocent so you wouldn’t melt under his gaze right then and there.

“What do you feel like eating?” he questioned before you pecking you at the corner of your lips, his face just centimeters away from yours.

“I’m thinking Italian.”

“But the nearest Italian restaurant is so far away,” he frowned, tucking a few strands of your locks behind your ear.

“Oh,” you pouted unconsciously, feeling slightly wistful that your cravings couldn’t be satisfied today.

Baekhyun shut his eyes tightly, as if the sight of your dejection pained him to see, before he grumbled.

“Fine, fine, let’s go eat Italian.”

You could only laugh at the duality of this man. Minutes ago, he was pinning a man to the tree, his words and composure intimidating in every sense of the word. Yet now, here he was, succumbing to your request at the mere sight of your pout.

Baekhyun’s eyes cracked open at that sound, at the sound of your laughter, entirely his most favorite sound of the world. When his vision was no longer a sea of darkness, his sight returning to him, he wasn’t disappointed with what he was greeted with. He took in your gleaming orbs, the crinkles by the corner of your eyes, your pearl white teeth that were perfectly arranged and the broad stretch of his favorite lips as you laughed and he realized he had never seen a sight more beautiful. He gulped, grateful to even be able to witness it, feeling as if he was unworthy of being with the most gorgeous woman in the world.

To him, you were the epitome of radiant. To him, you shined so bright that the sun was envious.

When your laughter died down, you gave him a brief kiss on his lips. “Thanks, baby.”

He could only nod distractedly in return, still too in awe of you by you even though he saw you almost everyday.

“By the way, did you print out the notes for our literature class? He’s checking today.”

Your words seemed to reel him away from his thoughts and back to reality because Baekhyun’s eyes immediately widen.

“Fuck. That’s part of our grade, isn’t it?” he cursed. “I’m screwed.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you smiled at his reaction. Shock shouldn’t look so cute on someone, you thought.

“I knew you’d forget, so I printed out an extra copy for you.”

“You did?” his eyes augmented to a size even wider.

Your head bounced as you nodded, pushing yourself off of the tree before walking away. Noticing that he wasn’t following, you turned your head to stare at him expectantly as he stood by the tree, unmoving.

“Aren’t you coming?” you smiled at him.

He trailed after you like an obedient puppy and the moment he had caught up enough to walk in line with you, a hand wrapped around yours before your body was tugged to his. Your eyes widened in surprise as you nearly tripped on your own footing before an arm slung around your waist to catch you skillfully, pulling you towards him. There was no chance for you to register what had just happened, to process it all, because before you knew it, Baekhyun was kissing you passionately with a hand cupping your cheek.

He pulled back and you bit your lip, looking down to the ground in an attempt of hiding the blush that had uncontrollably crept its way to your cheeks. He could only smile fondly at your bashfulness, at the sense of deja vu he felt because he swore this had happened many times before the two of you dated. The routines of him catching you off-guard with his kisses and you reddening like crazy, looking so adorable that even he felt as if he could melt right then and there.

He meant to say thank you, he thought, but he honestly couldn’t remember anymore. His mind was caught in a daze and he willed himself to get it together, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t, not since he had met you and not since the day you had stolen his heart and taken all his inhibitions with you while you were at it.

So he just grabbed your hand and began strolling back to class, all his thoughts flying out of his head. He couldn’t recall what class he had next, couldn’t recognize which hallway he was in and he figured he didn’t care anymore. He’d just follow you wherever you went.

Because even though Baekhyun could be the cockiest, most smug and confident man in the world, you still had him wrapped around your finger.


You buried your nose further into his hoodie, inhaling the scent that was Baekhyun and you allowed it to overwhelm all your senses, your sense of stimuli weakening. His arms hugged you tighter to him, as if to eliminate any possible gap between the two of you even though that was impossible because you were literally lying on top of him, your body pressed to his as you pulled your head away from his neck to rest on his chest.

“Even though you guys have been together for months, I don’t think I can ever wrap my head around the sight of Baekhyun doing anything with a girl that isn’t for the sole purpose of sex. It’s just so weird.”

You recognized that voice as Lay’s, too lazy to lift your head to acknowledge his words so you continued staring at the screen of the television in front of you. A game of FIFA was being played, accompanied by a string of curses from Chanyeol and Sehun as the two of them competed against each other.

“You’ll get there,” Chanyeol muttered distractedly. “It was odd for me too, but their public display of affection just started becoming so frequent that I stopped giving a fuck.”

“Shut up, guys,” Baekhyun groaned, and you felt his chest rumble beneath your head. “She’s tired.”

His words went ignored by the boys in the room and the next thing you knew, there were loud whoops and hoots resounding around you the moment Chanyeol scored a goal, fists pumping into the air in sheer victory.

Baekhyun sighed in annoyance while you laughed in amusement. However, the humor of the situation dissipated the moment you were reminded of something, your head shooting up with parted lips.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Baekhyun queried and you could hear the concern practically dripping from his voice.

You turned to him, adjusting your position as you moved until you were at eye level with him before resting your head next to his.

“Baek, you know how my mom’s out of the hospital already, right?”

Your boyfriend simply nodded, still in a state of flummox as he tried to assess the situation.

“She wants to invite you over for dinner next Friday,” you grinned at him.

“Really? Your mom wants to invite me over?” he quizzed, staring at you and drinking your gaze in while he shifted his body and turned to you.

“Yeah,” you shut your eyes momentarily when he cupped your cheek and rubbed light circles onto your skin.

“Well, do you want me to be there?” he whispered.

“Of course I do, you know I do,’ you replied, your voice just as hushed as his.

“Then of course I’ll be there.”

You smiled at him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” you bubbled.

“I love you more, baby.”

A week passed in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Baekhyun was standing outside your door, looking so uncharacteristically nervous as he bounced lightly on the heels of his feet, a gorgeous bouquet of flowers clutched tightly in his hand. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, especially when he tried to mask his jitters by huffing out air from his mouth, because Byun Baekhyun was never nervous. He was always confident and calm and collected, yet here he was, an edgy mess because he was about to join you for dinner with your mother.

“Are those for me?” you questioned excitedly. “And why are you so nervous? You’ve met her before.”

He looked at you with a gaze so rattled that your heart sank. “These are for your mom, i’m sorry…”

“Hey,” you pushed yourself off from the doorframe you were leaning on. “You have nothing to be nervous about,” you cupped his cheek and stared into his eyes. “Just think of it as another normal dinner but with a guest this time, which is my mom.”

“I’m not nervous. It’s just,” he began, slipping his fingers beneath your shirt and rubbing your skin lightly with his thumb while you fixed the collar of his shirt. “I want to impress her, you know? I don’t want to mess this up. I want it be perfect, especially since I haven’t had dinner with any motherly figure in a very long time.”

The last few words were spoken so softly that had it not been for your close proximity, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

But you heard it. And you understood him completely, because you had lost a parent too, and you realized just how much this must have meant to him, to be invited to have dinner with your mother, especially when he hadn’t had the opportunity of experiencing anything like that in years.

So you offered him a smile, hoping that it would radiate strength for him to capture.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” you reassured him, pressing a long and secure kiss onto his cheek. “She already likes you from the time at the hospital, but after today, she’ll just begin to love you. Especially when her daughter just so happens to love you more than she does the world.”

“Since when did you get so good at this?” he questioned you with a contented sigh. “Stop it, it’s making me fall for you even deeper.”

“In that case, i’ll do anything but stop.”

He released a beautiful laugh and you noticed how the nerves had began dissipating from him gradually, so you deemed that satisfactory because as adorable as a nervous Baekhyun could be, your confident Baekhyun was still your favorite. His hands trailed lower down your back before he squeezed your bum teasingly, causing you to yelp into his chest and shoot him a glare.

Intertwining your fingers with his, you led him into your home after locking the door, watching as your mother began setting down the bowls on the dining table.

“Hey mom, Baekhyun’s here,” you informed her and watched as a motherly smile transformed onto her face.

“Hi auntie,” your boyfriend bowed down politely before handing her the flowers in his hand. “I got these for you.”

“Oh my, you’ve only gotten more handsome since the last time I’ve seen you,” she complimented, “and thank you! These are stunning.”

“Just like you are, auntie.”

Your head shook in amusement as you bit down on your bottom lip, amused by Baekhyun’s charms and the way his nerves were almost completely erased now.

“You are too kind. Come, take a seat and i’ll join you all once i’m done bringing out the food.”

“Mom, let me help yo—“

“Shh, your job is to just sit here and accompany your boyfriend. No need to worry about me.”

You sigh in defeat before plopping down onto the seat next to him, leaning your head on the chair so you could stare at your boyfriend.

“Are you hungry?” he quizzed you, his tone hinting suspicion.

“Yeah,” you nodded shamelessly, causing him to release a laugh before pinching your cheek with his fingers. His gaze seemed to flicker to something behind you until you realized that your mother was exiting the kitchen with the last of the dishes.

“Now you get to feed your hungry tummy,” he teased.

Your mother took her seat opposite the two of you as you both thanked her for the food before indulging in the meal. The food was appetizing, the piquancy amplifying even further because you hadn’t eaten food cooked by your mother in so long, and these past few weeks since her return consisted of her making various different dishes each day, blessing your tastebuds. It was refreshing, the sight of your mother spending so much time in the kitchen, because you knew how much she enjoyed cooking, especially after being stripped of the opportunity to do so when she was sick.

The silence may have been passably tense in the beginning, but soon, the rhythm of speaking found its way to the three of you as conversation flowed easily. Baekhyun, you realized, was getting better and better at chatting with your mother, the natural casualness only enhancing while the nervous awkwardness ebbed away slowly.

As you took a sip of water to hydrate your throat, your eyes focused on the two people you loved the most. It was nice, a copacetic feeling planting itself onto your chest because you felt so contented being in the presence of the people you appreciated, especially after everything you had been through. It was nice to watch things finally fall into place perfectly, healing the emotional wounds left behind in your life.

You reached out to hold Baekhyun’s hand with your unoccupied one, not even bothering to offer him a glance as you continued consuming your dinner as if hadn’t just subtly slipped your fingers between his underneath the dining table. You knew he noticed, if the slight wavering of his voice when your fingers made contact while he talked to your mother about himself wasn’t enough proof of that, him squeezing your hand comfortingly was.

The more you got to know your boyfriend, the more you realized that underneath his intimidating facade was really just a boy that was extremely cheeky. He would wink at you when your mother wasn’t looking, playing footsie with you underneath the table playfully. You had no idea where your sense of spontaneity and bravery came from, but you decided to play along, taking it up a notch as you snaked your hand away from his hold and hiked it further up his thigh, stopping just before you reached the sensitive area. You felt him stiffen immediately, his hand moving to grip yours as if in warning, informing you through his actions to stop because your mother was right in front of the two of you, for God’s sake.

Deciding that you liked this game very very much, you held on to the boldness you felt and trailed your hand up higher, despite his grip, before you grazed his crotch lightly. He nearly choked on his drink, your mother questioning him in concern before he replied in an ‘i’m alright’ that felt more forced than anything. You grinned in your head, morphing your countenance into one of innocence and worry as you began rubbing his thigh sensually, as if you were trying to soothe him.

The moment all three plates had been empty, not a single pinch of food left uneaten, your mother stood up to wash the dishes. He turned to you, flashing you a stoic expression, his countenance showing overt blaséness. You only kept up with your innocent act, your hand slipping from his hold as you got up to help your mother with the dishes, preventing him from coming along because you and your mother were more than fine with washing them on your own, declaring that the guest of the day shouldn’t move a muscle.

“Mom, we’re going to go up to my room now. Will you be okay here?”

“Of course, you two head along,” she responded in that motherly tone that suited her so well. “I have a tv show to catch up on. The hospital’s television isn’t exactly convenient, you see. There was only like, what, three different channels there? It was horrible.”

You chuckled at her words, genuine laughter resounding from Baekhyun before you parted ways and brought your boyfriend upstairs. The moment you entered you room, you found yourself pressed to your door, your eyes wide in surprise as you stared up at your boyfriend. You tried to move but your hands were pinned above your head so you stood there, defenseless.

“Touching me underneath the table while we’re having dinner with your mom?” he spoke into your ear, his voice low and his words slightly slurred. “I didn’t know you had it in you. Fuck, baby. I am very hard right now.”

His lips collided with yours roughly and you kissed him back with just as much fervor, moaning into the kiss while you attempted to tangle your fingers into his soft hair until you realized that your hands were pinned. You felt the wetness pooling between your legs already, your hips grinding against his as you tried desperately to attain any friction where you needed it most. His other hand moved to rest on your waist, pressing it to the door to prevent it from moving to much.

Baekhyun pulled away from the kiss and you saw a new darkness glimmering in his eyes that was not present there before, and it only proceeded to turn you on even further. You brought your bottom lip between your teeth and he chuckled at your helpless sight, leaning his head to whisper into your ear.

“You’re so naughty, kitten. I really want to spank you right now.”

The way his hot breath ghosted the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice deeper than usual and pupils dilated, it affected you greatly. You were slowly turning into a mess as you swallowed, your body craving for his touch and for his lips and for him. For everything that was him and for everything that made up his entire being and just him. You were craving for Baekhyun.

“Then do it,” you breathed, your eyes locked with his.

“Really?” he questioned, eyes swimming with lust but the tinge of concern and request of permission lacing his voice did not go unnoticed by you.

You decided that today, you were too wanton with need and lust to care. You needed him. You desired him. And you were going to let him know that.

“I’ve been a bad girl, Baek. I think I deserve a spanking.”

“Fuck.”

The hand that was resting on your waist disappeared when he moved to lock the door beside you. “Put your hands on the edge of the bed and bend your ass in the air for me, baby,” he instructed you while he unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt with one hand.

You obliged obediently and felt him flip your skirt up, his hands palming your ass that was covered by your sheer underwear. The material was pulled down your legs and you stepped out of them, your head tilted as you drunk in the sight of Baekhyun behind you, lips parted and collarbones exposed.

He reached his fingers to hold your chin, pulling you face him. “You have to be quiet okay, sweetheart? We don’t want your mom hearing her daughter get spanked in the room above her.”

When you nodded to his question, his infamous smirk made a comeback, painting his beautiful lips. “You sure you want this?”

“Very much so,” you responded, sounding nearly breathless despite not having done much yet.

He bent down and leaned forward, enveloping your lips with his as he slipped his wet muscle into your mouth, your tongues battling for dominance. You shut your eyes, focusing all your senses into the feeling of his lips only, one of your hands raised to press his head nearer to yours, your fingers running through his hair.

Suddenly, you felt the impact of a slap land on your left butt cheek, completely catching you off-guard and causing you to whimper into the kiss, your hand slipping from his hair to rest on the bed, needing it to hold yourself up. You pulled away from the kiss, gasping as you tried to focus on his palm that was rubbing the flesh it had just caused impact on, trying to distract yourself from the pain because holy shit, that was more painful than you had expected it to be.

“You good, baby?” he checked up on you, to which you responded with a quick nod.

One spank turned into two and two turned into three, the pain slowly ebbing away with each landing of his palm against your skin and slowly morphing into pleasure. Your face was buried into your sheets now and you groaned into the material, the mixture of pleasure and slight pain causing the tingly sensation in your core to amplify even further, wetness seeping out between your legs as you pressed them together.

“Such a good kitten for me,” he praised. “You’re doing so well. Just one more and we’re done.”

The final landing was a strong one, yet it delivered the most pleasure and had you sticking your ass up into the air even further, pressing your face into the soft material of your bed in a desperate attempt to soften the noise escaping your lips. A hand slid across your waist, pulling you up before turning you to face him. You slumped against your boyfriend, your hands wrapping around his waist while your head rested on his shoulder, catching your breath.

“You did so well, kitten,” he chuckled, sliding his hands underneath your skirt to knead your bare ass soothingly. “Now, i’m going to fuck you while your mom is just downstairs okay?”

You nodded compliantly, lifting your head to take a good look at him. His hair was disheveled, lips redder than usual and a prominent tent raised in his jeans. The sight of him had you squeezing your legs together and you pounded your lips to his, the both of you making out heatedly while you undressed each other, you unbuttoning his shirt and removing his pants while he pushed your skirt down and pulled your top off. Teeth clashed against each other in your haste, causing him to laugh into your mouth and your lips to quirk.

“Jump,” he commanded once the two of you were naked and stripped off your clothing. Your arms were slung around his shoulders while your fingers played with the ends of his hair as you followed his instructions, your hips straddling him at his waist. You pressed a trail of wet kisses from his jawline down to his neck while he walked the two of you to the wall, pressing you against it and pushing your sweaty hair away from your forehead.

“Honey,” the sound of your mother’s voice outside the door had you tensing in Baekhyun’s hold, your boyfriend frozen his steps as your eyes widened. “I just remembered I made plans to meet a friend for coffee after dinner and I’m a little late so I’ll be leaving now, yeah?”

You gulped before straining to respond with your voice as stable as you could make it out to be. “Alright, bye mom! Stay safe.”

“Bye auntie! It was nice meeting you,” Baekhyun greeted loudly, his voice more leveled than yours. “And thank you for dinner.”

“Oh, it was a pleasure. You’re welcome to come again anytime you want,” your mother replied. “I’ll get going now, bye!”

The moment you heard the footsteps of your mother climbing down the stairs and the sound of a door clicking shut, you released a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. It felt as if a string had snapped after she left, because now Baekhyun was pounding his lips to yours, kissing you deeply while you tugged at the roots of his hair. You felt the tip of his cock rub against your slit and you whined, breaking away from the kiss to rest your forehead against his.

“Holy fuck. Baby, you’re dripping wet,” he murmured.

“Baek,” you urged him desperately. “I can’t wait any lo—“

Your words were cut short when you felt him push inside you with no prior warning, your mouth open in a silent gasp you hung your head back. He was so big, his size stretching you as you took it all in. It felt even better now that you began taking birth control, there no longer being any stretch of rubber separating him from you. The first time the two of you had sex without a condom a few days after you started taking the pills, it left you both breathless and wanting for more, leading to frequent quickies and sessions in the bedroom.

He took the opportunity to latch his mouth onto the skin of your neck that was exposed to him, like meat showcased in front of a tiger, and he sucked on the skin hungrily, a hickey sure to form the next day.

“Mmm, you feel like paradise baby. So fucking wet that i’m almost slipping out of your pussy,” he grunted, pounding into you slowly, “and so fucking tight.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, “Faster, please.”

“I want you to open your eyes and look at me, kitten,” he growled.

You willed yourself to listen to him, lifting your head so you could lock gazes with him, your hair falling and framing your face flawlessly. Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared at your boyfriend, his tongue poking out between your lips while his eyes remained on yours, gaze lustful and grunts escaping his lips while he thrusted himself into you.

“Oh, Baek, yes! Just like that,” you moaned.

“Louder, baby. Tell me who’s making your tight little pussy feel so good. Let me know who’s fucking you so well.”

“It’s you, Baekhyun. Only you!” you repeated breathlessly, almost like a chant you lived by as his pelvis slapped against yours.

Both your lips met once again, needy kisses shared sloppily while he tore you away from the wall, walking the two of you to the bed before he laid you on the soft mattress gently, his cock slipping out of your snatch while doing so. Once he climbed onto the bed and propped himself above you, he planted a kiss on your forehead before he readjusted his length between your slit, plunging back into you while releasing a throaty groan.

Baekhyun dipped his head to wrap his mouth around your breast, his hand pinching and twisting your other nipple before he switched sides. It only made you moan louder, back arching off the bed as you craved for more of his touch. However, his hand moved to your waist, pinning you down to the bed as he pounded into you faster and faster, picking up his pace and causing the noises escaping your lips to amplify in volume.

“You’re so good to me, kitten,” he hummed. “You take it all so well. I’m going to fuck you until you cum so hard you’ll be seeing stars.”

Baekhyun only proceeded to murmur dirty words into your ear, causing you to clench your pussy around him as you felt your high building up slowly. You tugged at his hair and pulled him to you, your lips meeting each other as the two of you kissed and kissed and kissed, still kissing even when your lungs began to burn from the lack of air, because in that moment, you felt as if you required him more than you did oxygen. He was more vital, he was your lifeline and you felt as if you could die if you let go.

His thumb pressed against your clit before he began stroking your sensitive bud, causing you to yelp into the kiss, breathing in all the air you needed during your temporary separation of lips. The kisses got sloppier, both your lips glistening in each other’s saliva as his thrusts increased in speed, hitting your g-spot each time and causing you to scream out in pleasure.

“Baek, i—i’m gonna..” you strained to speak, your voice stammering with every pounding of his hips.

“I know, baby. I know,” he murmured. “Come for me, kitten. Come all over my cock and let your neighbors know who’s making you feel so good.”

A high-pitched squeal escaped your lips when he rubbed your clit violently, your climax just seconds away. It was when he pinched your sensitive bud between his thumb and index finger did you teeter over the edge, succumbing to your high as you came undone beneath him, the two of you kissing the whole time it happened.

“I love you,” you proclaimed, your body racking with pleasure. “Holy shit, I love you so much.”

Your walls clenched and tightened around him vigorously, aiding him in reaching his high before he came inside you, ribbons of his load spurting into you. His thrusts slowed down significantly as he helped the two of you ride out your highs before they finally came to a stop. He pulled out of you carefully and you felt the cum ooze out of you, before his fingers dipped into the mixture and swiped the liquid onto his fingers, holding it up between the two of you as he stared at it. You held his wrist, bringing his fingers to you before slipping them into your mouth, sucking the juice right off his skin while your tongue lapped around his fingers. His eyes remained on you the whole time, transfixed by your actions.

When you pulled away, he brought the same fingers into his mouth as he sucked it clean before he dipped his head to kiss you for one final time, this one softer than the others. He wiped you with a few tissues and disposed them before settling down on the bed next to you, the two of you staring at the ceiling breathlessly.

“Did I hurt you?” your boyfriend queried, concern lacing his breathless voice.

You shook your head.

“Nope, I liked it.”

He tilted his head to face you, fingers reaching out to pinch your cheek adoringly.

“You’re going to have to clean your sheets,” Baekhyun teased. “It’s stained with your cum since you released so much.”

Your cheeks were flushed as you turned to stare at him before swatting your hand to hit his chest playfully.

“At least half of it is yours. Don’t try to pin it all on me,” you pouted.

A beautiful rumble of laughter reverberated from his throat as he grabbed your hand from his chest and brought it up to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand.

“No one even dares to hurt me, yet here you are, swatting my chest,” he whined. “Don’t you know what I do to people who hit me?”

“You resort to violence,” you snorted. “Like you would ever do that to me.”

“You’re right,” he grinned, wrapping his arm around you before pulling you into him, the two of you now facing each other, limbs intertwined while your arm rested along his side, his hand pushing the hair away from your face. “You’re too precious. I’m just going to have to make love to you over and over again.”

You giggled and he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips.

“I’d like that,” you hummed, smile lingering on your face.

“I didn’t say it back just now,” he blurted out. “But I love you, baby girl. I love you with all my heart.”

“I love you more.”

Before you knew it, he was hovering over you once again, dotting kisses all over your face, on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids, your lips, everywhere, on every bit of skin he could find, and he would mutter the words ‘i love you’ between every kiss, causing you to turn into a giggly and bashful mess beneath him.


The bass of the music reverberated throughout the room, a myriad of people dancing and grinding against each other in the household, some of them tipsy and some of them stoned. Yet, on most faces you saw grins plastered across them, expressions full of glee that radiated a sort of relief, a sense of finality because university life had ended.

Your throat felt dry, thirsting for refreshing liquid to hydrate yourself after the long day so you squeezed past the bodies and into the kitchen. Grabbing a red solo cup out of the plastic, you opened the fridge you knew would contain a huge litre of water, still unopened because not many would attend a party and remain sober till the end.

“Pour me a cup,” a voice startled you, nearly causing you to jump and drop your drink. You shot the man a playful glare, earning you a naughty grin as you seized another cup from its packet. Warm arms wrapped around your waist while you poured the water, a kiss planted on your cheek as you tried to bite back the smile threatening to form on your lips.

“Thank you, darling,” Baekhyun hummed, taking the cup from you with his arms still wrapped around you, sipping on the water with his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Not drinking today?” you raised a brow in mocking suspicion.

“Nah,” he mumbled, tearing himself away from you to stride to the other side of the counter, grabbing a strawberry before plopping it into his mouth.

“And why is that so?” you quizzed, leaning your forearms against the counter as you stared at him, his eyes pinned on yours, focusing on you and only you.

“I want to remember this day properly. No hazy or drunken memories,” he chuckled. “I need my mind clear and sober.”

As the two of you stood facing each other, bodies leaned against the counter, a sense of deja vu swept over you. 

Here you were, in Suho’s kitchen, at another party, a cup of water clutched in your hand with Baekhyun opposite you. The only difference now was that he was your boyfriend, and you recalled your first party here, where he had approached you only for you to deny him of his request.

A funny thing, it was, because if someone had told you all those months ago that the man you had just rejected would end up being the love of your life, you would have snickered, a hearty laugh tumbling past your lips at the ridiculousness of the statement. Yet here you stood, the same house and the same kitchen, staring at your boyfriend with affectionate eyes and a heart you reserved just for him.

“Seems familiar, doesn’t it?” he broke through the silence, looking around the room as he took in his surroundings.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “What a ride it has been.”

Baekhyun hummed the tune of a song, finishing the last of his water before placing the cup back onto the counter with much impact, a contented sigh escaping his lips. “There’s something I want to give you.”

Before you could inquire any questions, he was intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you out of the kitchen and climbing the staircase where the two of you were greeted with a series of doors. He opened one to which you assumed was at random, because on the other side of the door were two people involved in a heated make out session, resulting in Baekhyun immediately slamming the door shut to open another one.

This one was empty, a bed pressed against the wall with a television opposing it. Based on the dullness of the room, the lack of personal items dotting up the space, you figured that this was probably a guest room. Still, you had never seen a guest room look so inviting, but you knew Suho was wealthy so it wasn’t much of a surprise that even his guest room could look as presentable as a normal room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, you trailing after him because your hand was still in his, your fingers interlocked. You settled in between his thighs, his chest pressed to your back as he wrapped his arms around you. You slipped both your hands into both of his, leaning your head back slightly to rest it on the crook of his neck.

“Why are we here?” you questioned him softly, despite it being much quieter in the room, the sound of the blaring music muffled and drowned out. Still, it felt fitting to speak in a hushed manner, it feeling more intimate in a way.

“I just wanted to thank you,” he murmured into your ear, clenching your fingers lightly before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “We both graduated today and I honestly wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

You lifted your head and adjusted your body, your side pressed to his chest while you sat on his lap, both your legs dangling on one side. On his face, you could see it, even when the lights were dim. You could see the adoring smile he gave you, one that was so soft it had your heart fluttering.

“It was all you, Baek,” you whispered, planting a small kiss to the corner of his lips.

He shook his head, smile still in all of its gorgeous glory, while his hand dug into his pocket only to pull something out of it. You caught the sight of a chain of silver grasped in his palm that piqued your curiosity, but before you could ask him anything about it, he opened his palm, his thumb and index finger holding onto the chain of a necklace as it dangled.

The gemstone of the necklace rested on your sternum and the stone felt cold against your skin as Baekhyun’s long and slender fingers secured the chain behind your neck before it rested against your nape and you picked up the gemstone, observing the color.

Lavender.

“Wha—“

“It belonged to my mom,” he told you. “It was hers and now, I want you to have it.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the gemstone, from how it glinted even in the dim room and your mind couldn’t stop repeating the words he had just spoken.

It belonged to his mother, it was hers and it was her possession before she left the world. He was giving this to you?

You could practically feel your heart burst with love and affection for your man because you knew how much the necklace would have meant to him if it belonged to his mother, yet he was willing to gift it to you.

“Why?” you questioned, your voice shaky as you forced yourself to keep the tears at bay because he was just so damn sweet and you couldn’t possibly be worthy of him and of his love. How had you gotten so lucky?

“Because I love you.”

He spoke those words as if they were facts you could find in a science textbook, as if there was no statement in this world that held more truth than those four words did and the dam just broke as the tears escaped your eyes and stained your cheeks while you bit your lip.

“Wh— why are you crying, baby? Do you not like it?” he asked you, his voice laced with worry and concern and just a tinge of sadness that had you shaking your head, especially when he cupped your face with his hands and wiped all the teardrops away with his thumb, because you didn’t just like it.

“I love it,” you sniffed. “I love you. I love you so much.”

A grin broke out on his face then, and at that moment, you couldn’t contain it anymore so you enveloped his lips with yours and kissed him over and over again until you were both breathless with foreheads pressed against each other.

“Thank you,” you murmured, holding the gemstone between your fingers as you inspected it with the widest smile on your face. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he responded distractedly. “Yeah, it is.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw that his gaze wasn’t focused on the necklace while he said it. It was focused on you.


Four years later.

You observed your reflection in the long mirror before you, fixing a strand of your hair that felt a bit too out of place before you smoothed out the skirt of your sundress. The familiar horn of a car captured your attention and you grabbed your phone on the nightstand before making your way to your door, tucking your feet into a pair of shoes. You left your house and slipped into the car, only to be greeted with the face of the most handsome man you had ever seen, sunglasses covering his eyes and making him look very, very attractive. The doors locked automatically and you greeted your boyfriend, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Hey, baby. You look stunning,” he complimented. “Now, time for our date.”

He threw you a wink and you chuckled affectionately, playing with his hand that was resting on your thigh while you admired his long fingers. Baekhyun was taking you out on a date today, one he asked you to a few days ago, not disclosing any information on the location no matter how much you tried to reel the answer out of him.

This was normal, the dates you went on with him, though they weren’t as frequent as they were before this due to the work consuming both your lives now that the two of you had graduated. Despite being together for almost five years, each date still had you feeling like a giddy and lovestruck teenage girl because your love for Baekhyun only strengthened as time passed, and it was clear as day that the same situation applied to him too.

Your boyfriend pulled up in front of a high rise building and you glanced at him, about to press him on with questions before he stopped you.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he clucked his tongue. “No questions, just follow me.”

So you did, not a single question slipping past your lips even when you eyed the black bag clutched in his hand curiously. He led the way, strolling past workers before entering the lift with you, pressing on the button of the highest floor.

“I’m so tempted to ask you something right now.”

“Fine,” he chuckled. “Only one question.”

“Is there going to be food?”

A hearty laugh tumbled out of his lips, beautiful and raw in a way that was so Baekhyun.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Yes, there will be.”

The moment a ding resounded through the four walls and the doors of the lift slid open, you were pulled out again as you trailed behind him, your fingers intertwined with his before you were facing at a door. Raising a brow at your boyfriend, he simply hummed, twisting the door knob and pushing the door open.

A flight of stairs greeted you and you immediately knew where this was going, because before you knew it, the two of you were standing in the middle of a wide rooftop, the cooling wind brushing past you as you took in your surroundings, the rest of Korea looking so tiny before you.

“For old times sake, yeah?” Baekhyun chirped. You nibbled on your bottom lip, in awe of the situation and in awe of your surroundings and in awe of your boyfriend.

He unzipped the black bag and removed a basket along with a folded piece of tablecloth before draping it across the floor, gesturing you to sit on it.

“Please take a seat, my queen,” he bowed and you giggled, plopping down on the tablecloth with your legs folded.

You could only stare as he began taking out other things from the basket, half of you impressed by how so many things were contained in that bag while the other half of you astonished by the contents he was removing.

He settled down beside you as you observed the food sprawled out on the cloth. Mac and cheese that you could just tell was made by him, two cups of drinks you recognized from your favorite cafe— a Caramel Macchiato frappe for you and and Iced Americano for him, a bowl of fruits and a silver takeaway box.

“Woah,” you spoke in amazement. “You prepared all of this?”

He merely nodded before responding, “Anything for my girl.”

“A picnic at the rooftop? You are quite the romantic man, Baekhyun.”

“What can I say?” he sighed. “I’m just so awesome.”

“That, you are,” you giggled, cupping his face to give him a sweet and tender kiss on his lips.

The two of you settled down and began eating, a change in position taking place because Baekhyun claimed that you were too far from him, that even a centimeter of distance was too much, so you sat sideways on the space between his folded legs. Your limbs were stretched out before you with your side pressed to his chest.

“How’d you even get access to this rooftop, anyway?” you questioned, placing the bowl of fruits in your lap. “I’m feeling a bit suspicious that we didn’t have to sneak our way in here.”

“Oh,” he sipped on his Iced Americano, one hand squeezing your thigh. “This building belongs to Suho’s parents, so I asked Suho for permission to use the rooftop for a date with my sweetheart.”

Your jaw was practically hanging. “This building belongs to Suho’s parents?”

Baekhyun nodded, laughing as he pecked on the tip of your nose.

“That’s amazing,” you bubbled. “And he allowed you straight away?”

“He didn’t really have much of a choice,” he crinkled his nose cutely. “He owed me one after I acted as his wingman when he tried to get laid the other night.”

“I see,” you giggled. “By the way, what’s in that box?” you quizzed, gesturing to the silver takeaway box in the corner.

“A snickers cake,” he told you. “The vending machine ran out of the chocolate bar so I bought a slice of snickers flavored cake for you instead.”

“Woah,” you stared at him with heart eyes. “You really went all out.”

“Of course I did,” he rubbed your thigh soothingly. “My queen deserves nothing less.”

You bit down on your bottom lip before peppering kisses all over his jawline, concluding it with a swift kiss on the lips.

“You’re amazing,” you told him.

“I know.”

“I’m so in love with you.”

He grinned. “I know.”

When the two of you had fed your stomachs until you were both full, you helped him pack up. Now, you were seated near the edge of the roof, a safety railing barring the two of you from teetering over the edge. You drank in your scenery, the sky an elegant hue of yellow and pink, fusing together as it draped over the busy streets of Korea, bustling life dotting up the Earth with vehicles scattered sporadically.

The scenery was elysian.

Tilting your head to the side, you were met with the side profile of your boyfriend as he, too, drank in the sight of the scenery. Looking at him like this, his entire being illuminating the Earth more than any of the lights shining below could, his hair swept back as the wind blew against his soft locks, the sky beyond him highlighting his stunning features that you always found yourself admiring.

Baekhyun was ethereal and heavenly. He was divine and dazzling.

He was exquisite.

“Baekhyun,” you murmured, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder as you hugged his arm to you.

“Yes, kitten?”

“Even if we live a million lives, I would still choose you.”

He stared at you, unblinking and expressionless before he raised his hand that was intertwined with yours, bringing it to his lips to press a long and sweet kiss to the back of it.

“Me, too.”

The two of you sat there, for what felt like hours, appreciating the beauty of everything, Baekhyun murmuring sweet nothings into your ear while you giggled into the windy air.

“Oh, reminds me,” he cut through the peacefulness with his beautiful voice. “There’s something I need to show you before we leave.”

You raised your brow in question but knew not to ask, because every attempt at a question would end up in vain. He pushed himself off the ground and you followed suit, fingers slipping between his as he ambled slowly across the rooftop, one hand in his pocket. He walked backwards, facing you with a grin until you saw the unmistakable flicker of his eyes behind you.

“Is that a puppy?” he squinted, halting in his footsteps when the two of you reached the centre of the rooftop, causing you to turn your head, too excited to realize that he had slipped his hand away from yours.

An unconscious frown formed on your face when you were met with the sight of the empty sky, no puppy in sight, so you turned to face him again.

“What the..”

You swore your breath hitched in your throat, because right before you was your boyfriend, bent down on one knee with a tiny, opened brown box in his hands, the unmistakable silver of a ring glinting in the light. His eyes looked nervous, transporting you back to the first time you had invited him over for dinner with your mother, the uncharacteristic jittering of your boyfriend looking so adorable on him.

“Baby,” he reached one hand out to hold yours as you stood there, unmoving and frozen. “We’ve been together for almost half a decade now.” A chuckle escaped his lips, the usual confidence in it gone and replaced with a slight shakiness. “That’s a really long time, isn’t it? Well, during those incredible five years, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more contented. You make me so fucking nervous, and every single time I look at you, I fall in love with you even more.”

He clenched your hand lightly and it was only then that you realized the tears were already streaming down your face. “I can’t imagine myself being with anyone else other than you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, baby. Only you, so would you present me with the pleasure of being the happiest man in the world by marrying me?”

You nodded your head impatiently as you spoke with zero hesitancy.

“Yes, Baekhyun. Yes!”

“Oh my God,” he beamed, sliding the ring onto your finger with shaky hands before he pushed himself off the ground and you pounded your lips to his, him wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer and closer to him until there was not a single millimeter of space between your bodies. Your arms were around his neck while you leaned in to kiss him deeper, tilting your head to give yourself more access. You kissed him until all you tasted was him, until all you could inhale was the scent of him and at one point, you were sure your tears had slipped into your mouths because you were tasting saltiness but you couldn’t care, didn’t care because the only thing on your mind was Baekhyun.

When your lungs began to burn, you had to force yourself to pull away, your forehead resting against his as the two of you panted heavily, replenishing yourself with the oxygen you needed. You smiled, your smile so damn broad as you stared into the eyes of the love of your life, your now fiancé, and you smiled even wider, because he really was forever yours now.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed, squeezing you in his embrace. “I can’t believe i’m marrying you. I scored.”

You giggled.

“I love you,” you told him, breathlessly.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“I love you mostest.”

“Not possible,” you pouted at him, causing him to chuckle in admiration, before he leaned in to envelope your lips with his.

The kiss was much softer this time, holding unsaid words and promises and you could practically feel the affection radiating from it. It was gentle and slow, as if time was no longer ticking and everything was a standstill, making you feel as though you had lost all your inhibitions.

The kiss was calming and exhilarating at the same time, him possessing the ability to make your heart stop and race all at once, a whole juxtaposition in itself, just like how you and Baekhyun were direct contrasts of each other. He enjoyed the nights but you adored the mornings, he loved when it was winter but you preferred the summer, he liked his water warm but you liked yours with ice cubes in them.

Yet, despite the differences, your hand still fit in his perfectly and your lips still moulded against one another as if they were made for each other and he still attained the perfect height for you to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

Just like Ying and Yang, the two of you fused together flawlessly, even when you were direct opposites of each other, as contrasting as Black and White, and that was fine, because opposites attract and in this case, you weren’t just attracted to him, you were crazy in love with him.

“Okay, how about.. we love each other the same?” he concluded, pressing a kiss on the spot below your right eye. “There, you happy now?”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt happier.


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HOLY SHIT!! It’s officially the end of Black and White (so much for updating sometime next week) and I can’t believe it because this is my first story and I didn’t think it would be such a fun ride and I enjoyed writing it and I’m really going to miss updating this story. This is also the longest chapter I’ve ever written haha and it’s really just a long chapter of fluff. Sometimes I feel like the overload of fluff might annoy you all.

I hope you guys can give me feedback so I can know where to improve in my writing! Thank you for all the support you all have given to b&w. :)