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RFA + Saeran and V reacting to a tsundere MC admitting that she loves them?

Hope you enjoy this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V with a tsundere MC

Zen

  • At first, he thinks it’s kinda adorable you’re always so angry around him, he even thinks you’re playing hard to get and take it as a challenge
  • But then he notices you’re like this just to him, because you’re pretty nice to everyone else , including Jumin
  • Like… you’re reaaaaally nice to Jumin, while you’re always scolding Zen for taking too many selfies and thinking the world revolves around him
  • So he just… accepts that maybe you’re interested in Jumin… once again, trustfund kid has everything…
  • And when he sees the blurred picture Jumin posted in the chatroom, with you beside him having dinner…  well, he’s sad… and angry! This isn’t fair!
  • So he decides to work out to forget this, maybe he can send you a selfie later… oh yeah, forget it! You told him a million times “sweaty isn’t sexy, you fool!”
  • He’s working out hard, lifting more and more weight, and then he hears a snap!  He just feels his body feeling and the worst pain he ever felt on his lower back… shit!
  • Jumin took you to the hospital, you seemed… worried, he didn’t know what to do to calm you down…
  • Zen gets so embarrassed when he sees you and Jumin coming in to his room. Jumin looks stoic as usual, but you… look like you’re shooting lasers with your eyes!
  • “Again, Zen? For real? Haven’t you learn last time you can’t strain yourself like this? Oh my god… are you really that dumb? Or are you just relying on your monster healing whatever? Next time, break your neck and let’s see how long it takes for you to heal! Oh, you won’t happen, because you’ll be dead! You hear me? You’re gonna die if you keep being that dumb!” great, now you’re wishing his death too…
  • “MC, calm down…” Jumin says, you take a deep breath and look to him: “Jumin, can I talk to Zen alone? Please…?” oh, the pleading in your voice… Zen would do everything to hear you talk to him like that… “As you wish, MC…” and he leaves, smirking. WTF?
  • “What happened? Last time you did that, you were angry at Jumin! What did it get you so angry for you to hurt your fucking spine?” “I… I saw something I didn’t like…” “What? You finally noticed how big is your ego?”
  • “Stop being that mean to me! Jesus… why do you hate me so much? Oh, and by the way… if you hate me that much, what are you even doing here?” “I… I… don’t hate you… and I got worried, it was just that… Jumin and I got worried and came to see how you were doing… and I see now you keep being stubborn and dumb and…”
  • “Enough, MC! God… why are you like that to me? Not even Jumin talks to me like that!” “Well, of course he doesn’t! He doesn’t love you like I do, and…” you look at him, eyes widened and your mouth covered by your hands.
  • “What… what… did you say?” Zen is legitimately shocked, he holds back a grin. “I… I… you heard me.” You look away and blush, oh god… SO CUTTTTEEEE!
  • “I don’t like seeing you hurting yourself, please, don’t do that again, if you don’t think about your health, I do. “ “Okay, I won’t! If you are by my side taking care of me, I’ll be fine!” “I… I… guess…”  you timidly come close to him and give him an awkward hug. “MC… I… I’m still all sweaty.” “I can get used to it.”

Yoosung

  • POOR THING
  • Why are you doing this to him? He’s so sweet and nice and adorable… “And you’re gullible, naïve and need to grow up, Yoosung! You keep whining about nobody seeing you as a man, but you keep acting like a little boy!” AND YOU’RE A MONSTER!
  • You scolded him a million times now, you do it in the chat, you do it when he calls you, you do it whenever you see him in person…
  • And why would he still like to be around you after all? Well… he… likes it? Most people spare his feelings or just tease him, and not even Jaehee is so direct like you are. He likes you’re not afraid to be brutally honest to him. Also, he’s an M, so…
  • One night, he’s playing LOLOL and notices you’re playing too, sometimes you join forces, he never understands why you do this, you’re so unpredictable… yes, another thing he really likes about you.
  • “Hey, MC! Good to see you here!” “Oh, you’re already here? God, go get some help for your addiction, dude!” “I… will, I swear I will, MC…” you’re talking through headsets.
  • You two lose a round, and he’s ready to listen your lecture… “Shit! Good night, Yoosung!” “I… I’m sorry we lost, MC… I… I should go and get some study… “ “You’re gonna study now? It’s almost midnight!” “Well, yeah… I have this test tomorrow and…” “DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK! AND YOU’RE GOING TO STUDY JUST NOW? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
  • “I… I forgot, MC. And you showed up to play and…” “Oh, don’t blame me for your irresponsibility! It’s not my problem if you’re such a lazy bum!” oh, he’s fucking gone when you call him a lazy bum… “Yes, MC, yes…”
  • “Ugh… you’re such a weirdo, Yoosung! I… I’m coming to your place to help you study, ok?” “R-Right now? It’s pretty late, MC…” “Yeah, no shit! But if I don’t help, you’re screwed! I’ll be on my way soon, don’t sleep and open the door to me, you heard me?” “Y-Yes…”
  • He’s so nervous, you’ve been to his place before and nagged him for being so messy, so he picks all the clothes on the floor and shoves them into the closet, you’re not coming to his room, anyway… are you?
  • “Don’t get any wrong ideas, I’m here to help you study!” “Yes… yes, of course, MC!” “Why does your place smell so weird? Ugh…”
  • You two start studying, he’s shocked at himself for knowing so much about the subject. Yes… ever since you came along, he’s been able to focus more…
  • “Hey, focus! We’re not even half done! God, do you always space out like this? Pay attention!” “Yes, MC…” “And stop saying that! Why do you keep saying ‘yes, MC, yes’? I already told you nobody will see you as a man if you keep acting like a puppy, Yoosung!”
  • “I… I’m sorry, MC! I… am really sorry…” and you see the tears… OH SHIT! “Wait, are you crying? Don’t… don’t cry…” “Why? Because it’s not manly?” “No, because… I hate seeing you sad…” “You what now?”
  • You throw the books away from you and hug him, he’s so confused… “MC?” “Do you think I like treating you like that? I hate it! But I need you to bring your A game in everything you do, you have so much potential, and I love you so much! And…” oops
  • “MC? You… you… love me?” “I… I…” the clothes he shoved in the closet earlier fall down and you let him go from your embrace. “Oh my God, Yoosung! What a mess! How do you live like that? Let’s go clean this and continue with the studies. God, I can’t believe I’m in love with someone so messy!” “You said it again, MC…”

Jaehee

  • She doesn’t understand why you’re so cold and just answer her with “yes”, “no” or “mmm”
  • Not that she’s this master in being affectionate, but you are on a whole level, seriously.
  • She likes you a lot, but sometimes is really unbearable to put up with your bad temper. Like, at one moment you’re fine, and few minutes later, you’re snapping at her for nothing!
  • This was one of those days… you dropped by to her café to help her, she didn’t even have to ask you, you just… showed up.
  • And everything was going ok, you were working together, she even made you smile! She loves your smile, it’s a shame you don’t show it that often.
  • And then this customer came in, she recognized him, he would come almost everyday. “Welcome!” she greeted cheerfully, “How can I not feel welcomed with such a warm greeting?” you rolled your eyes.
  • “What can I get you?” “Oh, If it was possible, I would want to take you home, but since I can’t… just the usual.” She giggles, embarrassed and goes to prepare his orer, you stop her: “I got this.” And you don’t even look at her, you’re just shooting daggers with your eyes to the flirty guy.
  • “Here you go, sir.” You handed him his coffee, he barely ignores you. “Does it match your taste, sir?” “Hum? Yeah, I guess…” “Good! Take another sip, then.” You lean to him and whisper: “ I dare you!” cue to the guy paying and leaving this place like his life depends on it. (it probably does)
  • “MC, what… just happened?” “Don’t be that nice to guys, you dork! They can really get the wrong message! Men are not reliable!” Zen, is that you?
  • “Well, I… I am just being nice to customers, you know, my customers, at my place,  where you barged in to work and just scare one of them?” “I was doing you a favor, It’s not my problem if you can’t recognize that, but sine you don’t want my help, I’m going now!”
  • You head to the exit, she stops you. “No! I can’t stand this anymore, MC! You can’t just do as you please and walk away! Tell me, did I do something to you?”
  • “Let it go, Jaehee…” “Seriously, why do you keep coming here if you’re gonna act like that? And why you’re nice, and then you switch your mood completely? Tell me, why do you hate me, MC? What have I ever done to you for you to act like that with me? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”
  • “I DON’T HATE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” both of you gasp in shock. “Happy now? I… love you… and I hate how oblivious you act around me and around… weird guys who clearly don’t give a shit about your coffee.”
  • “MC… are you serious?” “Why would I ever joke about something like this? Do you think I like coming here and opening up about y feelings to someone who probably don’t even like me back?” she hugs you, you don’t know if you should hug her back. “You’re the dork here, you know that?”

Jumin

  • He’s very confused, because you act a lot like Zen around him, but when you do it, it’s amazingly… cute.
  • You don’t call him a jerk or trustfund kid, you prefer more refined insults as spoiled, pretentious, self-centered… and you never say anything bad about Elizabeth.
  • Still, as cute as can be, sometimes it gets really annoying. He met all those really nice women (if they’re genuinely nice or not, that’s a whole another story…) and yet, the only lady who catches his attention is that one who’s always angry at him.
  • But apparently, all the hate you have for him doesn’t affect the way you feel about Elizabeth, as you always ask about her.
  • One day, you even offered to babysit her, he felt surprised. “Well, I’m just doing to free Jaehee a little, not everybody has to like your cat as you do, you selfish prick!” oh okay…
  • He barely could concentrate on the business meetings knowing you’re at his house taking care of his cat… why does he even care so much? You like the cat and can’t stand him!
  • He’s taken aback when he sees your name on his phone: “I need you to come over right now!” your tone sound even more serious and cold than usual.
  • He runs to his house and finds you pacing back and forth and biting your nails. “What happened, are you okay?” “I can’t find her!” OH SHIT
  • “What do you mean?” “Did I stutter? I don’t know where she is!” “How could this happen?” “Well, if I knew how I lost her, I would already have found her, no?”
  • He was worried, and he noticed how worried you were too. “What are you staring at? I’m not pleased either! Don’t think I lost your cat on purpose!” “I know you didn’t, MC! Calm down, let’s think about this objectively…” “Oh, I should know you would say something like this! It’s so typical of you! The ice king, Jumin Han! You’re so worried about not showing any emotions you don’t even look around you to notice how worried other people feel! Zen is so right about you…”
  • “Ok, if that’s how you feel, maybe you should go to Zen now…” “I CAN’T GO ANYWHERE, I CAN’T BE CALM WHEN THE MOST PRECIOUS THING THE MAN I LOVE HAS IS MISSING!” Wow… Jumin widen his eyes a little, then he looks down.
  • “Can you repeat, please?” “I… I didn’t mean to call her a ‘thing’, you know…” “No… the other part…” he comes close to you and holds your chin. “You love me?”
  • You blush furiously and he can’t hold back a chuckle. “Okay, let’s discuss this later, first we need to find her… did you look under the counter, she sleeps there sometimes…”
  • Please don’t be there! Please don’t be there! Shit, she’s there! Now you have to talk…

Saeyoung

  • Seriously? You really wanna fool a former secret intelligence agent? You really want him to believe you don’t have feelings for him?
  • And the tsundere thing… yes, very cute… but he knows you’re trying to hold your laugh when he tells a joke or pranks someone.
  • He pushed people away his whole life, so seeing you doing it too bothers him, because he sees a little of himself in you. At the same time, he loooooves to tease you just so you can scold him as much as you want.
  • He knows you probably don’t love him, that would be insane, but you definitely have a crush on him! And he’s determined to make you spill it out.
  • So he invites you, Yoosung and Zen for a ride on his brand new baby! “I’ll pick you guys up in that order:  MC, Zen, Yoosung.  Don’t be late!”
  • Privately, he already talked to Yoosung and Zen, telling them this is just an excuse, he just wants to pull an innocent prank on you, none of them believe it, they just think he wants a little time alone with you. That’s not entirely a lie,tho.
  • So when you are in his car and he doesn’t turn in the direction he should to go to Zen’s place, you start your trail of insults: “What are you doing? You should have turned left, you idiot! Seriously… you’re always bragging about your amazing driver skills, but can’t even remember your friend’s address? What’s wrong with you?”
  • “My bad, baby.” “Don’t call me ‘baby’! What… what are you thinking?” “Oh… you’re blushing, MC~~~~” he sings. “SHUT UP AND WATCH THE ROAD, YOU FOOL!” “Seriously, you’re redder than my hair right now, it’s so adorable…” “Well, I’ll let your face red when I slap you for saying bullshit!” “Oh, so you’re kinda kinky too, huh? You’re gonna spank me?” “WATCH THE ROAD! WATCH THE ROAD!” “Don’t change the subject-“ BANG! The car is hit on a tree, okay, that wasn’t exactly his plan… he can’t believe he got so carried away by teasing you…
  • “Oh my God! Are you… are you ok, MC?”  “Not thanks to you, buy yes.” “I’m sorry, that wasn’t part of my plan, and…” “Plan? What are you talking about?” uh oh…
  • “I… had planned a picnic for the two of us…” “What a manipulative prick! What’s wrong with you?” “I… don’t know, I… just wanted to spend some time alone with you…” “And what makes you think I would want to spend time alone with you?”
  • “MC… come on…” “Come on what?” “I… I know, MC. As sexy as you look when you act like that, don’t need to pretend anymore, I already know…” “You… You really know?”
  • “Well, it’s pretty obvious…” “It is?” “Yep, pretty much…” “Oh, okay then… probably Yoosung didn’t notice, because I told him I love you and…” “WHAT?”
  • “What what?” “You… love me?” Uh oh… now his face matches his hair color. “Why are you so surprised? You said you already knew!” “I thought you had a crush on me.”
  • “ME? A crush on YOU? Are you insane?” “MC, loving me is even bigger than having a crush on me…” “Well, yeah, but still… gross! And what are you waiting to call a tow truck to get us out of here?” “Nah, let’s stay like this a little more, I’m finding out so many interesting things because of that…” Please God, kill me now.

Saeran

  • Two tsunderes? Lolololol this will be fun to watch
  • No, seriously, all the RFA members feel entertained to watch your interactions, because they are so freaking hilarious. You yell at each other, then turn your back and resist the urge to look back to know if the other is looking, it’s kinda cute, actually…
  • None of you know that, but there’s a bet going on to know who will be the first one to confess. Zen and Jumin finally agreed on something and voted for Saeran. Saeyoung, Jaehee and Yoosung went for you.
  • But this is taking too long, and there’s a lot of money involved in this. I mean, just imagine if Jumin loses…
  • Everybody is waiting for a closure to this, so Saeyoung come up with this amazing idea to put you and Saeran to handle the guests list for the next RFA party. Jumin thinks is a bad idea, but even Zen, who’s on his side, agrees he’s just afraid of losing.
  • To prove he’s not, he even offers one of C & R meeting rooms, also because there’s security there, and if something goes wrong, they have trained people to take you two out of each other throats.
  • So there are you two. This is so fucking weird… “Okay, let’s do this quickly so it can end quickly!” you state. “I hate to say I agree with you, ugh…” you roll your eyes.
  • “So… Rui?” “Check!” “Cat hotel?” “Check!” “Detective?” “Check!” “Naming?” “It’s not here…” he says. “What you mean ‘it’s not here’?” “Exactly what I said, are you dumb? IT’S NOT HERE!”
  • “Don’t yell, you asshole! This is not your house for you to behave like that!” “Don’t tell me what to do! Not even my brother talks to me like that!” “Maybe he should, then you would learn some manners!” “Now you’re yelling too, you’re such a hypocrite!” “Don’t use words you don’t know the meaning!” “I told you not to tell me what to do! And I know the meaning, because I’m not stupid like you!” “SHUT UP!” “NO, YOU SHUT UP!”
  • The RFA is watching this through the CCTV. “Maybe this was a bad idea, Saeyoung…” Jehee says apprehensively. “No! We’re going somewhere, I can feel it! Just wait for it…”
  • “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You’re so GRRRRR!” Saeran says. “Oh, I don’t understand cave man language, I’m sorry…” “Cave man? HAHAHA! You’re the wild one here, MC. You are… so wild! And… crazy! And… and… the way you tease me with your craziness, seriously…” “I’m the tease here? I’M THE TEASE HERE? YOU’RE THE TEASE HERE! You’re the one who keeps looking at me like a lost kitty! I… I hate how you look at me!”
  • “Well, I… I hate this shiny and silky hair of yours!” “And I hate your weird smile!” “This shirt is so tight I can see your stupid curves!” “So don’t look at them with these weird beautiful eyes of yours!” “Only if you stop talking with this melodic voice!” “HOW CAN I STOP TALKING IF I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT?” “OH YEAH? THEN I GUESS I LOVE YOU MORE!”
  •  So he asks: “Do you want to ditch this and have angry sex?” “Is there any other kind of sex?”
  • Jumin and Zen accept their defeat, but the other three don’t stick around to celebrate their victory. Everybody leaves to give you guys some privacy. Also, they’re freaking terrified of both of you.

V

  • Oh god… is painful to watch.
  • Because you keep snapping at him, and he just chuckles and says how adorable you are when you get mad.
  • So you two keep at this full circle, you get mad, he says you’re cute, and you get mad because he said you’re cute… this never ends.
  • Jumin asked you to hand some papers to him at his gallery. He chuckles at so fast you agreed on going.
  • You find him painting… what the fuck? You thought he was a photographer?
  • “Oh, welcome MC! What can I do for you today?” “D-Dude! How do you know it’s me? I… I didn’t say anything!” “Well, I recognize your smell and your pacing very easily…” “That’s… really creepy!” can he detect in your voice how much flustered you are?
  • “Jumin asked me to give you this. So… there you go! I’m off now!” “So soon? Please stay! Do you want to see what I’m doing?” YES “No… I’m okay.”
  • “Well, you may not know this, but painting and photography walk side by side…” “I… didn’t ask anything for you to be saying that.”
  • “Sometimes you just need the right angle, and the right moment…” “Dude, I… I have no idea what you’re saying…”
  • “So why don’t you take a look? I could really use your… honesty on this.” You roll your eyes and go to look what he painted, only to find it is… you! You smiling…
  • “What the fuck? What’s this?” “I believe it is you…” “I KNOW IT’S ME! BUT… H-HO-HOW YOU DID THIS? I mean… you can’t… see and…
  • “Oh, the paints have different textures, see how your smile looks smoother than your hair, for example?” “What do you have against my hair?” he chuckles.
  • “Nothing… on contraire, I assume it’s beautiful! I… would love to touch it to sense it and make a more accurate painting of you… will you let me?” “Wha-What? What? Touch me? No! Stop being creepy!”
  • “Okay…” “ALRIGHT! Just because you insisted so much…” he didn’t insist…
  • So there he goes to touch your face, running his fingers through your nose, your forehead, your lips… then he touches your hair… “So silky…” “Yeah, my secret is washing.” He laughs, and you shiver.
  • “Are you shivering? Don’t need to be so tense…” “Who’s tense? I… I’m not tense!” he smirks and you lose it! “I’ll show you tense!”
  • You grab one of the paints and rub it in his face,  that shit is probably expensive, but do you care? He’s rich anyways… he looks serious! Uh oh…
  • Then you get caught by surprise when he throws paint at you! And this become a paint war!
  • You two roll in the floor getting paint everywhere, and you’re both laughing. “God, I thought you were so uptight! I had no idea you had it on you… maybe that’s why I love you so much and…” shit! You got a little carried away there…
  • “Well, I guess I have to keep showing you new sides of me for you to love me even more, then…” seriously… this guy…

BTS REACTION: YOU DYE YOUR HAIR

~Seokjin~

Originally posted by bwiseoks

You had been out all day, running errands and going shopping for yourself - a pretty normal day to be honest. Though your boyfriend was getting bored without you at home so he decided to FaceTime you.

You accept the call drily, not really thinking anything of it or surprised he would call you in the middle of rummaging through clothes at the mall.

Everything was pretty bland; just the casual ‘hi’s’ and ‘what are you doing right now’. Until you turned your setting to front camera and his mouth fell open.

“What? What is it?” You’d ask furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“YOUR HAIR! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Oh yeah. You also stopped by the hair solon as well.

He’d definitely be shocked, and scold you about how damaging that can be to your hair, but after he got used to it he’d compliment you as often as he could.

“That colour really looks nice on you!”


~Namjoon~

Originally posted by rapmini

He’d find it really attractive to be honest. Not just because it was a new look, but that you were that daring.

He’d start to probably get kinda shy around you, seeing you look so different but also really good at the same time.

“Kim Namjoon! Are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry jagi, you just…y-you look really good.”


~Yoongi~

Originally posted by cyyphr

He wouldn’t be able to stop smiling.

You’d wake him up in the middle of the night, your cheeks bright red with excitement and your hair almost just as bright.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Look what I did!” You’d say shaking him awake. He’d groan and try to shoo you away, but you were determined to show him what you had accomplished.

Since he wouldn’t open his eyes you had to do it for him and once he took a glance at your new brightly coloured hair he was wide awake.

“You did that?! It looks so good jagi!”

Then later on each time he’d see you admiring your colourful hair he’d tease you with things like

“I dyed it that colour years ago, your late on trend.”

Or

You want to be your boyfriend so bad don’t you?”


~Hoseok~

Originally posted by boo-t-s

He’d be shocked to see you like that, but also highkey jealous of your skills. He’d probably never leave you alone about him wishing you were his stylist or begging him to do your hair.

“Can you do mine too baby?”


~Jimin~

Originally posted by kookminxs

Like Namjoon, he’d think it was super hot and probably constantly look at you like this.

He knew from experience how nerve-racking it can be to change up your look, especially with hair. So he’d make sure to always compliment you on it.

“You look so beautiful Y/N..”

“You’ve said that thirteen times in the past hour.”


~Taehyung~

Originally posted by yoonseok

He’d be such a goofball about it. Flooding your brain with questions.

“How long did it take?”

“What dye did you use?”

“You think bighit will let me try it?”

It would be really cute how facinated he was with your freshly dyed locks. He’d probably play with it nonstop. Whether it was twirling it between his fingers in bed, or brushing it for you when you were about to go out. He’d be your #1 hypeman.


~Jeongguk~

Originally posted by ggukbun

He’d probably tease you about it even though he secretly was in love with your look.

He’d send you memes of people that had the same look as you but like…worse. You couldn’t go a week without being compared to a seasame street character.

Of course though, he was only kidding and absolutely loved how you looked.

“Ugh, if you don’t like it just tell me..”

“No! No! No! I was just kidding, I love it. You’re lucky you haven’t had your hair brown for the past 15 years!”

The 2P's meeting your parents for the first time

2P! Italy:
- cue fucking gentleman act
- is pretty chill bc he knows that they will love him lmao
- which is totally true by the way
- brings your parents gifts
- “so _____, when’s the wedding?” “mOM/ DAD”
- has probably charmed your mom lmao
- calls them “sir” or “ma'am” for extra points

2P! Germany:
- completely forgot that he’s supposed to meet them
- “holy fuck, babe why are you all dressed up? going to a party or some shit?” “you’re supposed to meet my parents tonight, you fuck” “…shit”
- your dad fucking loves him
- he was pretty dang nervous before entering your house lmao
- but once he got it that nervousness disappeared into oblivion

2P! Japan:
- his faces says he’s chill but poor boy is actually dying inside
- has mentally practiced his lines tbh and made sure to be prepared for e v e r y t hi n g
- “kuro, are you okay?” “aFFIRMATIVE”
- holds your hand the entire time
- literally looks chill af
- looks
- give him a couple of minutes then he’ll be good
- has read a bunch of articles on how to act in front of your partner’s parents

2P! Romano:
- “flavio, you’re going to my house, not a fucking photoshoot” “dress to impress, hun”
- your parents aren’t sure if he’s your boyfriend or one of your best friends
- “____, I thought we were gonna meet your boyfriend tonight?” “excUSE ME”
- after seeing the way he treats you, they now understand lmao
- he literally knows exactly what to say
- same with luciano, he brought gifts

2P! Prussia:
- oh boy
- sAVE HIM
- NERVOUS FUCKING WRECK
- constant reassurance that your parents would love him
- fucking jumpy
- is it normal for a person to have a heartbeat this fast?
- “what are your hobbies, gilen?” “uM I-UH ALCHEMY” “he meant archery, mom”
- they think he’s really adorable (wHO DOESNT????)

2P! Austria:
- “if something goes wrong what are you NOT supposed to do?” “summon the dead” “good”
- kisses your mom’s hand when you introduced him
- “no wonder you daughter is so beautiful. she took after you, madame”
- they think he’s a little bit weird
- especially bc of his ‘hobbies’ n shit

2P! America:
- “allen, tone down the cussing, okay?” “of fucking course, doll” “aLLEN”
- was really scared he’d fuck up
- you had to hold his hand for the meantime
- he kept embarrassing you in front of them tbh
- “there was this one time she-” “aLLEN”

2P! England:
- brought some pastries for them
- honestly not that nervous at all
- “poppet, do your parents like macaroons? since a made a couple” “ oh of course oli- hOLY SHIT THAT’S A LOT”
- he keeps adjusting his bowtie for some reason
- your mom absolutely loves him

2P! Canada:
- how did you even manage to make him agree lmao
- a fucking wreck™
- “he’s so tall”
- doesn’t talk that much
- “how we assured that you’d protect out daughter?” “I have a shotgun does that count?”

2P! France:
- “do I have to…?” “yes, francois, you have to” “ugh fine as long as we get to fuck later” “francois pls”
- he deserves that frick frack tbh
- “no, you can’t smoke”
- follows you around
- is pretty sure that your parents wouldn’t agree with him but just give a sweet smile he’d feel better
- imagine a smiling francois holy fuck I am blessed

2P! Russia:
- also a fucking wreck
- wants everything to be perfect but ends up being too nervous to speak properly
- speaks in Russian instead
- “it’s nice to meet you, ion” “Priyatno vstretit'sya s vami” “he’s just nervous, mom”
- almost bumped his head while getting inside the house
- skyscraper™

2P! China:
- doesn’t really like adults that much so yeah he’s suffering
- especially since it’s your parents smh
- he’s so scared it isn’t even funny
- rEFUSES TO LET GO OF YOU
- is really scared that your parents won’t like him
- he’s trying his best cut him some slack
- poor sweetheart

2P! South Korea:
- he and your dad have a spiritual connection
- dad jokes™
- “you’re ready to become a dad, yonsu”
- he sends you a suggestive look which leads you hitting him and your dad
- he’s normally pretty chill so he’s cool

anonymous asked:

16 boyf riends

(Boyf Riends 16) “I found you–in the bathroom at a formal event, crying in the bathroom over how you saw yourself as ugly” (I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE ANON, I SEE IT AND I THINK ITS GREAT)

“You know…” Jeremy smiled as he fixed his tuxedo tie. “I never thought we’d make it here…” His eyes in awe as he took in the chandeliers and grand, gold and champagne paisley wall decals, this was easily the nicest place either boy had been.  “Prom.”

They made it to their senior prom, of course not without some flaw. Jeremy had missed his chance to ask Christine, who was already going with a group of girls as they either had passed up too many invitations or just got none. Michael, too, missed his chance in asking anyone out. So as per usual, the friends were together again. “This is going to be nuts…” Michael muttered to himself, and then nodded. He pinched both sides of his bowtie and ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s make this the best night two bros can have!” They were dateless, sure, but they survived to see their senior prom.

Jeremy watched Michael bolt through the crowd of fancily dressed teenage students and smiled. His best friend cleaned up pretty nice in a red suede suit and bowtie. It wasn’t until he lost Michael on his sprint towards the pier side ballroom that Jeremy felt a sweat start up. “MICHAEL! WA-WAIT!” He gulped narrowing tripping over some girl’s excessively long gown. “S-sorry” He gulped, holding up his hands defensively as her date gave Heere a look that made him want to disappear. Squip-less Jeremy was working on the little dexterity he was known for. He followed the herd to the ballroom, ooh’ing and awe’ing at the dome shaped room, wall to ceiling windows giving them a perfect view of the riverside pier.

It wasn’t long before this elegant ballroom turned into a massive, grinding house party. There was something visually jarring watching formally dressed teens turn into gyrating, jittering juveniles who were most likely looking to get a little something-something at the end of the night. Jeremy felt himself nervously swaying side to side, off beat, as he tried to locate safety.

His body was a small boat lost in a sea of yachts. He was barely keeping himself up as beautiful, massive ships swayed and moved along the endless ocean of a dance floor. “Jeremy!” Called a beautiful red buoy in a bowtie coming to his way, he drew a small breath of relief. He stopped swaying by the time Michael reunited with him. “They have milkshake SHOTS” Michael beamed chugging a small glass of pure dairy goodness down. “The music is kinda lame, what the top fuckboy hits of 2017?”

“H-Heh yeah…” Jeremy rubbed his arm a bit; usually he felt a little more ease being around Michael. Something about the atmosphere was off putting. Maybe it was something about the music? Or the fact they were two dateless guys. Or perhaps how good Michael looked in his suit, clean cut, bright smile, and the red was the same shade of Jeremy’s favorite drink.

“You ok? You look…” Michael looked Jeremy up and down, enjoying how nice he looked in a plain black suit with a red tie. Shame his look didn’t match the expression he wore; his delicate, wispy brown brows furrowed forming a small ‘v’ wrinkle between them. Michael wanted to iron out the worried line with his thumb…but … “You look constipated” Jeremy internally flinched. Was it that obvious he was uncomfortable? “We can bounce you know, prom isn’t that great, the food looks meh at best. We can –“

“No, no!” Jeremy didn’t drag Michael out to prom just to bail. He wanted to be here. He really did, there was just something bothering him. It had been since they purchased the tickets and the suits together. “Actually, I think you might be on to something.” He chuckled, looking for a good out, thankfully even when Michael didn’t mean to he managed to give Jeremy an escape route from this boss battle. “I’m going to hit the bathroom.”

“O-Ok Jeremy…” Michael watched as his small, lanky friend spun on his heel and zipped through the dancing crowds. He weaseled his way through densely packed bodies. He left a train of ‘sorrys’ and ‘excuse mes’ as he bumped and weaved to the opposite end of the dance floor. He kept his eyes on the floor worried his big feet would catch something, a dress or someone’s heels, and send him careening to the floor. The last thing he needed was to fall flat on his face.

Without taking his eyes off the floor he hurried into the bathroom and sighed. Why was this not as great as he thought? What was throwing him off? “Come on…prom…this is fun” He glared at his reflection in the mirror, his blue eyes focusing everything in him to bring a pleasant feeling…that was until the door opened. He jumped at the sight of Christine waddling in her red dress. “C-C-Chri-nn?!” Jeremy’s voice cracked so bad the rest of her name got lost somewhere between his throat and his lips.

“Jeremy what are you doing hanging out in the girls’ bathroom? At a formal event?” She blinked a few times, “doesn’t matter do you have a pin or something—of course you don’t who would. UGH” She rubbed her face and groaned.

“W-What’s wrong?”

Christine turned fully and exposed her ripped lacing ribbon to her corset top. “I have no idea how I managed to rip the STRING to the corset…I’ve been asking around for pins or anything to keep my top from falling off…” Her voice sounded so defeated and low, it was unlike her. “So much for prom huh…”

Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek, he mulled over solutions for a second before glancing down at his thin, neck tie. “Hey…” He slowly undid his tie and folded it in half length wise. “You think this might work?”

Willing to try Jeremy positioned himself by the sinks while Christine stood in front of him with her back to him. He started threading the tie like a new string, lacing her back up with care.

“I saw Michael out there, he looks really neat. He was taking to Rich.” She giggled, “did you come here with Michael ?”

“Yup, just bros flying solo.” Jeremy muttered, he was more than aware how nice Michael cleaned up for prom. “I’m surprised he’s having so much fun…” Prom was more Jeremy’s idea, Michael agreed because they were both dateless…and Jeremy was in need of some moral support tonight.

“Oh…really? I thought…” She paused but didn’t let the thought die, much to Jeremy’s dismay. “I thought you guys came together, you know…but it makes sense. Why not, you two are just friends right? Must be nice to just hang with your friends.” Christine chimed her voice back to its chipper tone.  Once Jeremy was done she spun around and paused. “You should probably get out of the girl’s bathroom…and join us, maybe you can squeeze a little boogey-oogy- woogy time. I might ask Michael to dance since we’re going twinsies on the red.”

“Y-Yea sure.” He watched Christine, in her newly laced dress exit. She looked equally as amazing in red. Jeremy could picture Christine and Michael dancing together. A perfect red pair of bubbling smiles and giggles…he felt envy build up inside him the longer he thought about how much fun Michael was having. How well he was blending in. The last party Jeremy was at, Michael had stowed away and wasn’t anywhere to be seen for the longest time.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder and felt heat build around his face. His eyes started to water when a very old and familiar thought crossed his mind. “You look like shit.” He whispered to himself. Just as he sniffled back the heated tears the door swung open.

“Jeremy! There you are” Michael laughed, “dude why are you in the girl’s bathroom, by yourself? At…prom?” Michael’s smile was forced, one look and he felt an old memory surface. Being alone in the bathroom with a sorry face? Michael knew that feeling a little too well. “You ok? You look…well did you at least use the bathroom?” He thumbed to one of the stalls. “Or are you planning on using the little boy’s room?”

“I’m…” Jeremy sighed, “I’m not fine.” He admitted softly. “…this sucks.”

“This was your idea, its prom, we have no dates of course it sucks.” Michael chuckled, “but hey we’re …in it together, right?”

“Oh yeah, that makes me feel better” Jeremy groaned, “Going to Prom with my bro who looks ten times better than me.” Who gave Michael the right to look nice? And why was he saying “my bro” like it was a bad thing. Why…did prom feel so strange all of the sudden. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and slowly he brought his eyes up to Michael’s.

“Don’t tell me you’re crying in the bathroom because you see yourself as ugly?” He spoke softly, “Jeremy you look great, any girl out there would be stoked to dance with you. Like man, you’re like …suaver than 007 in Goldeneye cover! You’re like…” He started to babble and ramble, Jeremy felt his cheeks flush a bit.

“I don’t want to dance with anybody out there…” He kept his eyes on the tiled ground. “…I don’t know I just do think its … we’re here together so are we really ‘dateless’?”

“a-ah..no I guess…I mean…” Michael’s babbling was now cut short. The silence hung heavy; there was a strange understanding happening. Michael started to realize what about prom wasn’t jiving well with Jeremy. Neither knew how to say it, how to cross that line of verbalizing that feeling. Suddenly the blasting bass sounds died into a slow, ancient ballad. “Heh Whitney…”

“Bet everyone on the dance floor is screaming the lyrics out..” Jeremy added, it was a slow dance song. He looked back at Michael after staring off towards the door and noticed there was a clammy, shaky hand outstretched towards him. Michael didn’t say a word, nor did Jeremy. He kept staring at the hand as the song ticked by. Slowly Jeremy placed his hand in Michael’s, after waiting so long he flinched before grasping his hand.

Michael wasn’t sure how to hold Jeremy…his heart made it hard to keep beat with the song. They settled on awkwardly holding each other’s waist and swaying back and forth.

“I’m glad.” Jeremy spoke up, “I’m glad I’m here with my favorite person…” He kept his head down, his face redder than Michael’s suit.

Jeremy might have said this before but it sounded so much more…than before. No this was different this was…Instead of saying the millions of things he could have said Michael opened his mouth and started to sing, off key, “…I don’t have to look, very much further. I don’t wanna have to go where you don’t followwww

“Oh jeez, Michael, I’m trying to say like…” This was what he was missing, the worries slid away from him. A truly genuine smile formed on Jeremy’s nervous and slightly sweaty face. He didn’t want to be dateless at prom, he didn’t want to be here with his bro…He wanted to be here with Michael. Jeremy couldn’t get another word past Michael who was belting every note as if to drown out the giddiness. “God, Michael…” Jeremy cautiously leaned into Michael’s chest and resorted to hugging him as they swayed to the Whitney Houston song in the middle of the girl’s bathroom.

Slowly, Michael’s arms wrapped around Jeremy’s small frame and locked him into a tight hug.

Tonight, Michael wasn’t alone in the bathroom.

anonymous asked:

yo~ i just read the hc you did for the other anon about kissing the rfa. could I possibly take it up a notch and ask for the rfa (saeran and v if you want) and mc accidentally ending up having a make out sesh. like one thing led to another and then bam! sry i hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable +_+

i’m not uncomfortable at all!!! thanks for requesting! I kinda strayed a little bit with some of them but i hope it’s okay?

lol i really enjoyed writing saeran’s bc angst but also askjdghaikjsfcb

Make out sessions with RFA+V+Saeran

Yoosung:

  • He was doing his usual LOLOL session one night
  • You were feeling extremely affectionate and clingy
  • Unfortunately, he wasn’t giving you the attention you wanted so you kinda just
  • Plopped into his lap
  • Your boyfriend didn’t think much of it as you’ve done that multiple times before
  • Until you started kissing is neck
  • Poor lil bean is SHOOK
  • “U-Um MC? What a-are you doing?”
  • He’s trying so hard to focus on the game but you are ruthless
  • You just keep kissing everywhere
  • Not even 20 seconds later he caves
  • “Sorryguysgottagobye”
  • He shuts off the game and starts to kiss you back
  • Plot twist: Yoosung is the one who starts the make out session

Zen: 

  • You were in his dressing room watching him get ready for a show
  • Everything was fine until you realized that his costume was really just him shirtless
  • ohmanohmanohman rip me and my impure thoughts
  • But also rip you and your impure thoughts
  • You slowly make your way over to Zen as he’s fixing his hair in the mirror
  • Coming up behind him, you wrap your hands around his waist as you press kisses to his back
  • He tenses up a little but he ignores your affections because
  • THE BEAST
  • You start running your hands up and down his chest and abs as you kiss him even more
  • His self control is wavering
  • “Babe… I have a show starting in-”
  • You physically turn him around and start the make out sesh
  • All self control is GONE
  • RIP Zen 2017

Jaehee:

  • It was super early in the morning
  • You and Jaehee were at the cafe getting ready to open
  • She was going over inventory as you got a head start on baking a cake for a catering order
  • When you looked over at her, she was yawning
  • Poor girl works so hard omg
  • You decided to have a little fun before opening so you just
  • Flicked some flour at her
  • She was so taken aback lol
  • You giggle at her face that was now covered in flour and decided to flick some more
  • It’s not fair that she’s covered so she flicks some at you in revenge
  • INITIATE FOOD FIGHT
  • After a few minutes, you’re both leaning against the counter from laughing too hard
  • “MC, I think there’s a little something on your face”
  • She proceeds to kiss you
  • But you still have a lot of time before you open soooo
  • ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jumin:

  • You were just lounging around as Jumin sat on the couch reading through reports
  • You could tell he was pretty stressed out with a project
  • Not even petting Elizabeth the 3rd was helping
  • He had been working so hard lately and you wanted to help him somehow
  • So you just decide to give him a back massage to help with the stress a little bit
  • This giant has so many knots oh my god
  • But he’s very grateful for it and it really does help and it feels so nice and
  • Did he just moan?
  • “Uh… Just ignore that, dear”
  • Narrator voice: She did not ignore it
  • You came up with a new idea to help him
  • Leaning down, you start a deep kiss with your husband
  • He’s taken aback but he’s going along with it
  • The kiss gets deeper and longer
  • The reports were looong forgotten

Seven:

  • You two were play fighting again
  • It was literally over the last can of PhD Pepper
  • You were just smiling and laughing like crazy and having a good time
  • Until Seven pinned you down
  • “Give me the can, MC!”
  • “Never!”
  • Somehow, you flipped him around and pin him under
  • *MC uses Tickle!*
  • *It was effective*
  • After you’re done tickling him and declare yourself the winner, you both have tears from laughing so much
  • You look at Seven being all happy and cute and 
  • You start kissing him
  • CRITICAL HIT
  • At first he’s caught off guard because it was so sudden and
  • His brain does not compute
  • But then he starts kissing you back and eventually takes it a step further
  • It gets pretty hot and intense
  • PLS give me a make out session with seven ugh fuck

V:

  • He took you to the park one day
  • You ask him about it but he swears it’s not a date 
  • It’s a date you doofus
  • Of course he’s got his camera at the ready to take photos of nature and candids of you
  • You’re both enjoying yourselves a lot!!!
  • When you get tired of walking, he suggests sitting on a nearby bench
  • He looks over and the sunlight is hitting you just right and you’re just looking dreamily at the sky
  • It’s a perfect shot of you and he wants to capture it quickly
  • You hear the camera go off and you look at him with a lil cute smile on your face and omg
  • The sweet bby’s heart is beating so fast and he just
  • Leans forward to kiss you
  • It ends quickly and you’re both blushing because he finally kissed you
  • But you’ve waited waaayy too long for a small peck oh no
  • He’s surprised at first with the sudden aggressiveness but hey he ain’t complaining

Saeran:

  • You and him were in the middle of a pretty heated argument
  • It had been going on for so long that you couldn’t even remember how it started
  • But the both of you were too stubborn to back down now
  • You were yelling at each other like crazy and Seven left the house a long time ago to avoid the fight
  • Eventually, he had started to say some pretty hurtful things and you were getting defensive
  • “Why the fuck are you even here?! I don’t even care about you!”
  • “Don’t give that bullshit about not caring about me! I’m here because I love you, Saeran!”
  • It gets really quiet after that
  • That was the first time you ever told him you loved him
  • All you can hear is heavy breathing from the both of you
  • But then he moves forward, takes your face in his hands, and kisses you like there’s no tomorrow
Christmas Comes Early

Summary: Your mom forces you to go to a premature holiday party that you would rather not attend. To your surprise, you end up meeting one of your favorite actors, Jared Padalecki. 

Word Count: 4520 (oops)

Warnings: Smut!, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (female receiving), somewhat public sex, casual drinking, cursing

A/N: There’s a first time for everything! I’ve never written Jared before, but this fic came to me in a dream. Hope you guys enjoy! As always, like/reblog/send me some love if you enjoyed! Tagging some people at the bottom I think may enjoy(:

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“Y/N, for the hundredth time, yes you have to come to the party. I’m sick of making up excuses for why you don’t come to events with us.” Your mom sounded so exasperated over the phone, you could practically see her rubbing her temples. Your parents wanted you to come with them to your mom’s best friend’s holiday party around an hour away from your apartment, and you weren’t exactly feeling like going on your first free Saturday in a long time. Plus, the holidays were still three weeks away. Who has a party this early?

“Jake’s not going either!” Throwing your younger brother under the bus wasn’t a classy move, but you grasping at straws here.

“He has a tournament a state away. He can’t help that.”

“But Mom, I don’t think I have time to drive out there. I’m so busy,” you countered.

“You realize we share a Netflix account and that I can see that you’re forty-five minutes into a Black Mirror episode, right?” Shit, caught, you thought. You tried to think of any other excuse that could keep you firmly rooted to your couch for the rest of the weekend, but came up short.

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True Colors - Neville Longbottom Imagine

A/N: so, we come off with the first imagine on the list with the lovely Neville Longbottom! :D enjoy :D

Request:
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submitted:Neville x reader truth serum imagine. Do you thing you could do a Neville x reader imagine where the reader is usually a really shy quite person so Fred and George diside to prank her by putting a truth serum in her drink at breakfast. Then she end up telling everybody what she thinks of them and she tells Neville that she likes him.

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“No! Oh, no! I know that look! What did you two do?” Hermione said glaring at the twins.

“What?”

“Hermione! We are deeply offended that you would think we would do something to the lovely (Y/N)” George said before Fred winked at her.

“Spill. Now.”

“Is nothing, really” they said at the same time trying to act innocently. “Just a bit of truth serum” Fred asked.

“What? Why?” Hermione asked confused.

“It was Ginny’s idea!”

“Oh, come on, stop lying!” she told them.

“They’re not lying” Ginny’s voice was heard as she took a seat next to her friend.

“Ginny!” Hermione said appalled.

“But it wasn’t my idea” she said glaring at the twins. “I was just talking to Fred and George how (Y/N) has been in love with Neville forever and he is in love with her but both of them are too shy to tell the other! So I said I wish there was a way to make her tell him, I didn’t mean put Veritaserum in her pumpkin juice!” she said glaring at her brothers.

“Look, what’s done is done” George said putting his arms up in surrender. “You wanted one of them to say something. Now (Y/N) will” he said.

“She won’t say anything if nobody asks her, you idiots” Hermione said rolling her eyes.

“One step ahead of you, Hermione” Fred said as they stood up and started walking towards the witch.

“No! I did not mean-! Oh, why do I still bother?” Hermione said resting her head on her hand.

“You learn in time” Ginny said putting her hand on her shoulder as the twins sat in front of (Y/N), making her look up from her book.

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GROUP: bts

SERIES: bangtan smut series 

MEMBER: jin 

WORD COUNT: 2.4k


What happens when Jin your best friend has been a virgin all these years, it would be tragic if someone just- corrupted him.


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3| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 2811

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You woke up to the loud sound of banging on the door. Groggily you glanced at the clock next to you. Six thirty. Who the hell was waking you at this unearthly hour? You moaned and rolled over, pulling your pillow onto your ears. “Shove off!” You mumbled, right before you realized where you were. Ballet School.

Crap! You shot up in bed to find the whole of dorm staring at you. They were already out of bed. You spotted Minjee further down. She was smirking at you, and then she turned her gaze to whoever was standing at the door. You flipped a round in bed.

Madam Hyejin stood there with her hands on her hips. “Good Morning to you too, Miss (Surname).” She said curtly.

“Oh crap – I mean, sorry.” You shut your mouth before anything else could get out.

“Am I a little early?” She chimed, then glanced at her watch. “Shall I come back at say, ten?” You heard Minjee snigger behind you. You threw off your duvet and stood up, trying to look dignified in your blue and white polka dot pyjama pants and singlet.

“Sorry, Madam…I’m just not used to this.” Yeah, it sounded seriously feeble.

She raised a perfect eyebrow at you, then turned her attention back to the dorm. She clapped her hands. “Hurry up!” She ordered, and left the room.

Minjee snorted and burst into laughter. “Good job (Name).”

You pulled a hand through your messy hair, rolling your eyes. “Shut it, snarky.” You muttered, and opened up your trunk to find some clothes. It was still dark outside. You didn’t do early mornings well, and grumpiness was part of the package for waking up early. But not to Madame Hyejin. You cringed mentally. God! You quickly yanked out a black v-necked camisole, leo, pale pink tights and a cardigan and knitted shorts for between classes. The academy’s dress code wasn’t too strict – so long as your leo was predominantly black and you had pink tights, everything else was alright. Then you headed for the showers, knowing people would almost certainly be laughing at you in the dorm.

The warm water was just the wakeup call you needed. You stretched and rolled shoulders as the water cascaded down your back. You were starting classes today…the thought sparked the first of many nervous pangs in your belly. Oh god, what would your teachers think of you? What would everyone else think of you? What if you were seriously bad? There was a reason why you had been put with the first years.

You shut off the shower and got changed, just praying that you weren’t going to make an utter fool of yourself today, though of course, you reminded yourself, you already had achieved that. Then you pushed your hair back and twisted it into a simple bun. The girls around you were doing intricate plaits down their scalps and weaving in ribbons which matched their leos. You sighed, looking at your plainness, then you coated your head in hairspray and left.

As soon as you got back to the dorm, Jiwoo came up to you, grinning. “If I say Good Morning, will you bite my head off?” She tried saying it with a straight face.

You rolled your eyes but grudgingly smiled back. “I’m really not used to this whole waking up early thing. My old school started at quarter to nine.”

“Well, you better, because Minjee’s going to wet herself laughing like she was.”

You sighed. “So what do we do now? Run ten laps?”

She laughed. “Dorm inspection. Make your bed, tidy up your area, make sure you look tidy.”

“I never saw the point in making beds.” You muttered.

“Try telling that to Madame Hyejin, she’s a perfectionist.”

“Like every ballet teacher.”

She nodded. “Indeed.”

You began straightening out your duvet. You were just tugging the last corner when she walked in. “Ready, ladies?” It was a rhetorical question. She marched right in, stopping in front of people and pointing out if their tights were laddered or if their hair was messy. It made you feel as if you were in the army. Perhaps a salute was in order.

When she reached your bed she nodded at you, in recognition of your screw up earlier. You knew the whole room was waiting for her to pour her sarcasm all over you, but she just gave you a once over and moved. Thank God.

When she’d finally finished, she walked back past the beds, her heels clicking on the floor. “Have a good day, girls!” She said happily, with a flounce of her arms the proceeded to walk out the door.

“Jeez, these teachers are so unpredictable.” You told Jiwoo as you walked down to breakfast. She’d dressed in the same black and green leo from yesterday, her hair done up in an elegant swirl.

“Oh I know.” She said. “But they’re very good – strict, but good.”

You took a deep breath, nerves thrumming again. “I hope they don’t murder me today.”

“Why should they have a reason to?”

“Ugh!” You moaned, putting a hand to your head. “I’m sure they’ll find one.”

“You don’t know that.” Jiwoo said.

You entered the dining hall, the sunlight was just beginning to come through the windows. You looked to the teacher’s table, where they sat sipping coffee and reading the papers like they were just sitting in a normal household. It was comical, really. Many people had already finished and were heading out. You watched them go as you collected your fruit salad and orange juice. “Is everyone an early riser here?” You asked.

“Yes, but don’t worry. You’ll learn fast, (Name).”

“Yeah, after today’s episode it probably won’t be a problem.” You muttered.

Jiwoo and you took seats at the same table as last night. At the moment, only Kwangsik was there, dressed in black tights and a tucked in white T-shirt.

“Hey Jiwoo.” He said, smiling at her.

“Hey.” She said back shyly. “…are you good for class today?”

“Yeah.” He said. “You? Mistress Zhang pushed you pretty far yesterday.”

She looked down at her bowl. “I thought no one had noticed.” They lapsed into to a silence. Not exactly awkward, but more like both of them were waiting for each other. You tried not to grin as you began eating your fruit salad. You were glad breakfast was light here. Dancing on a full stomach made you feel ill.

“Hey!” Came that over-enthusiastic voice you had been sub-consciously dreading. “It’s Ballet (Name)!” You turned and tried to smile as Kihyun took his seat right next to yours, putting a bowl of muesli on the table. Like Kwangsik, he wore black tights and a tucked in white T-shirt. “Ready for today?” He asked, turning to look at you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You muttered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you all the way.” He assured you.

“Kihyun.” Chastised Jiwoo. “I’m sure she’ll ask if she needs a faithful puppy trotting around after her. Come on (Name), let’s go.”

“Thanks.” You said as you walked up to the first floor.

“No problem.” She said. “Kihyun likes to take ‘nice’ just a little bit too far sometimes.”

“Agreed. So where are we going first?” The knot in you stomach was tightening. You pulled out your schedule. 8.30 – 11.00am: Technique, Studio Eight. “You are in my class, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” She said. “For most things. Are you music level one or two?”

“Two.” You replied. You had gotten to choose that yourself, when registration forms came through. You were alright at piano, and, more importantly, you got rhythms easily.

“Damn, I’m in one.” Said Jiwoo.

You walked down the same corridor you had gone down last night, where you had seen Jimin. Subconsciously you looked to that last door on the left, somehow thinking he might be there, but of course it was just a normal room now, with dancers pouring into it. Finally you reached the room marked 'Eight’ and went in. It was a pretty normal studio, complete with barres and an upright black piano. The floors were shiny and polished, the lace curtains of the large windows pinned back to the white walls. The front and right side wall were full mirrors. Above the mirrors on the front wall was the Academy Crest. The Crest of Kwon Seongmin. You later found out It was in every classroom.

The teacher wasn’t here yet as you pulled your ballet shoes out of their bag and sat down to put them on. Pointe shoes were always both a burden and a gift. A burden because they gave horrible blisters and when you were tired, they hung of your feet like bricks…but when you danced in them. The extra height, the grace of them, it was like you were something more than just yourself. It was also the fact that you could do something most people couldn’t. Of course, this weren’t the case here. Right now, all the other girls were lacing up their pointes as well, and they were just as proficient as you in it.

You glanced at your pointers; they were covered in the traditional pale pink satin, the ribbons winding delicately around the bottom of your legs. You have had them for a few of months now, and they were less than perfect. The fabric was wearing down to reveal the toe box, where your toes were supported. You knew you would have to get new ones. These were the same ones you had used for your audition three months ago. God, so much had happened since then.

The nerves in your stomach were coiled up tight as you stretched. It was the unknown that was frightening. You didn’t know if you would be able to keep up with everyone, if your late entrance into the world of ballet would show up clearly in this prestigious place. It was different when you were in Gwangju. In Gwangju you had been in the advanced class. But that was because there weren’t enough dancers to have a true advanced class, like the seniors here. But to be placed in the bottom class in the school was a hit to you, even when you knew you weren’t really that good.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to rid it of such thoughts. You started trying to play out a tune in your head. Of course it had to be Claire de Lune. Nothing else worked…but then after watching Park Jimin dance to it, it had taken on a whole new meaning, one which you weren’t entirely familiar with and to be honest. Right now you needed familiar.

“Good Morning Class!” Came a loud voice. A woman was walking in, dressed in a long sleeved prune coloured leotard and long black peasant skirt. Her dark brown hair was done up in a high, regal bun. She was followed by a thin man with studious black glasses. He took up his place at the piano without hesitation. The woman, however, stood at the front of the room, her lined face smiling darkly. Everyone stood up and you were quick to do the same.

“Good morning Madam Choi.” Everyone chorused, curtsying or bowing. You looked around surprised, but probably shouldn’t with the room inspections and 'Masters’ and 'Madames’. It was kind of cute…

“Alright, everyone to the Barres. Mister Ghim if you would please.” She indicated to the pianist. He started up a medium, plonky tune. Everyone hurried to the Barres. You felt your heart swell in anticipation. It was good to be back in the studio. “And a one two three four.” Madam counted. “And a Demi plie in first if you please. And down two three four and up two three four.”

You lowered down easily, you legs bending effortlessly, and then up again, feeling the happy pull of your leg muscles. “Grande plie and down two three four and up two three four. Now four more if you please.” She began to walk round the class. “Pick up your arm Miss Sung and now tendus in front in one two three four and side two three four and back two three four. And again. Keep those heads up!”

Everyone continued on and on, the simple exercises that every technique class begins with. The barre lesson went on for a good twenty minutes more before you got to Pointe. “Now ladies plie in two three four and up on the Pointe two three four and down to fourth two three four and up again two three four.” You were onto your platforms and back easily, relieved that you hadn’t failed to get up like you used to.

The lesson continued on the barre for almost the half of it. It was near the end of the barre exercises when Madame Choi drifted over to you, watching as you did arabesques to the best of your ability. It was supposedly simple – just one leg up behind you, but on Pointe things were a bit more challenging. “Keep that arm long.” She instructed, walking round you. “Chin up, very nice, very good. You’re the new one, (Name) (Surname)?”

“Yes, Madam.” You said as you came down from the arabesque.

“Hm, very nice.” She just repeated, and went to the next person.

Feeling your confidence rise slightly, you went onto the centre, where there was no barre to hold on to. Like before, the combinations were simple and then got harder. Much harder, but you seemed to be keeping up. You were tired, though. The longest lessons you had were an hour and a half. This was two and a half, and Madame Choi’s commands was unrelenting.

For the last few combinations, Madame Choi showed everyone the combinations and then called you up in sixes so that you had enough space. “None of you are getting this! It’s four steps then pique left and right then and step turn step turn and two steps grand jete and two steps grande pirouette, then end in an arabesque, left leg back.” She clapped her hands. “Come on, better this time!”

You somehow ended up in the front row with Minjee on your right and Seohyun on the left. “Alright and a one two…” You stepped up to point, then did those tiny steps across the floor, your arms rising and falling, then two quick steps out on either side. Then you launched into a leap, feeling the air whoosh past you. You felt so free! “Keep those legs strong Miss Ahn! Very nice Miss (Surname)! And now a step turn, step turn step turn, and into the pirouette. Good keep it going and arabesque!”

You let you leg out behind you, balancing on just the toes of your right foot. “Now hold it, hold it!” You heard Minjee drop away on your left. “Hold it! Hold it girls!” Your leg felt sore, but you toughened your resistance, reminding yourself to breathe. You heard the others break behind you, but you held on, breathing in and out, in and out.

“Ow!” You heard Seohyun cry. The piano stopped abruptly.

“Keep holding it, Miss (Surname).” Commanded Madame Choi quickly, taking no notice of Seohyun. You looked in the mirror, something you strangely didn’t do often, and saw that Seohyun was on the ground, holding her ankle.

Madame Choi gave you an analysing look, as if she was trying to figure you out. You just tried to stay standing, unnerved by her stare. Eventually, as if she’d decided something, she snapped her fingers.

“Mister Ghim continue playing.” The pianist started up again.

“Slower this time, if you please, adage, adage.” He slowed down into a flowing tune.

“Alright Miss (Surname), let me see you to turn, keep your posture, yes, that’s it, all the way round.” By now your leg were getting extremely sore.

“And now down into fourth.” You lowered, remembering to keep your composure, even though you wanted nothing more than to clunk it down and go have a break.

“Alright now into a front arabesque, raising your arms. And a back arabesque, same leg. Very nice. And now step to your left, let’s try a developpe.”

She took you through several more moves, some you hadn’t even done before, but managed to perform. When the music finally finished, your class clapped from behind and you blushed a bright red. “Well done, Miss (Surname).” Said Madame Choi with a short, probably rare smile.

“Alright!” She said, turning to everyone else. “Class dismissed.”

Instead of leaping up and charging out the door like a normal class would, everyone stood straight – aside from Seohyun, who was still on the floor.

“Thank you, Madame Choi.” They chorused again, with the same curtsies and bows. Realizing you were right in her line on sight, you quickly did the same, feeling like a idiot. Then everyone started packing up. You went over to Seohyun who was already being helped by Minjee and Kwangsik.

“Hey are you okay?” You asked.

Seohyun turned her snarky face to yours. “Don’t need you here, show off.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s just a twisted ankle.” Supplied Kwangsik, with an apologetic smile for Seohyun’s bitterness.

“Right.” You said.

Jiwoo and you then finally sat down together to take off your Pointe shoes. “You were amazing, (Name).” She said, beaming at you. “No one else could get that combination right. And Madame Choi hardly ever takes an interest in someone like that.”

You couldn’t help but smile. After the morning’s stress, you realized you might not have as much to worry about. As Jiwoo and you walked out, Kihyun patted you on the back. “Really, that was great (Name). I wasn’t sure when you first got here, but now I see you’re a great dancer.”

“Uh…thanks?” Wow, that’s really a lovely thing to say… 'I thought you were going to be crap but you were actually okay.’ However Kihyun didn’t notice your slightly-pissed off expression, and kept talking until Jongsoo drew him away to go to their conditioning class.

You pulled your cardigan back on and together Jiwoo and you made your way down to the gymnastics centre. Minjee and Kwangsik were helping Seohyun down the stairs. “We have our own physiologist and doctor.” Jiwoo told you. “They’ll sort her out.”

Having never done gymnastics before, you were at loss to know what to do. Jiwoo had to help you through pretty much everything. The gymnastics teacher, Master Woo was just as unforgiving as Madame Choi, and made you do things again and again until you got them half way 'perfect’. After that class you came out half dead. Your arms were screaming from thousands of handstands and wobbly cartwheels.

After gymnastics, you had a short twenty minutes break to have a snack. You of course sat with Jiwoo and the rest of you classmates. But the time went far too quickly and soon it was time to classes again.

The day went on and on, with the only reprieve being a music class. Otherwise, you were on your feet the whole time. You had never in your life felt so worn out. After music, you went on to Character Dance – pretty much ballet, but focussed more on the attitude and character within the dance. They were in the middle of rehearsing a traditional Scottish dance, and you were far behind. After character, you went into another studio for contemporary. Having only taken strictly classical lessons, you weren’t used to the, waving arms and more modern music.

The teachers took no pity in you and you couldn’t ask them questions. There were in other words, no 'first day of school’ kindness or introductions. Some teachers didn’t even notice the new addition.

When you finally got a round to lunch, you were completely and absolutely drained. Kwangsik, Minjee, Jongsoo and Kihyun were already at the table when Jiwoo and you arrived, carrying your chicken salads and water. “So what have is next lesson?” You asked, stabbing a bit of salad with your fork.

“Ballet History.” She grumbled. “Highlight of the day.”

“Sounds dull.”

“It is.” Jongsoo assured.

Lunchtime passed quickly, with Kihyun’s enthusiastic blather and Minjee’s snarky looks. Every so often you would glance over at Jimin’s friends. You envied them. They were all your age, and yet here you were sitting with these guys. You could only have an interesting conversation with Jiwoo or Kwangsik, though he was really quiet. You hadn’t had many friends in Gwangju, as you were busy with ballet and homework and school.

Ballet history passed with excruciating slowness. Even the teacher wasn’t that enthusiastic about teaching it. You sat there next to Jiwoo, bored as hell. It was half way through when you glanced at your schedule.

3.45 – 5.30 Pas de Deux/partner class.

You shot up straight in your seat. “Jiwoo!” You whispered hurriedly. It took her a moment to get out of her bored doze.

“What?”

“I’ve never done partners before!”

“Don’t worry, it’s fun.” She whispered back. “Lots of lifts and pirouettes and stuff. And it’s nice with a guy holding you.”

“Jiwoo, I haven’t even kissed a guy. Let alone let him do all those arabesque lifts and stuff.” Your heart rate was coming close to breaking point. “I mean, his hands are like…there.”

“(Name).” She put a hand on your shoulder. “You just have to be professional about it. Whoever it is, he’s just your partner. You’ll be fine. And we don’t do those sort of lifts all the time.”

“Oh God.” You put your head on the desk.

The history class suddenly sped up, and you found myself sitting in yet another studio, tying up your Pointe shoes.

“You’ll be fine, (Name).” Jiwoo was saying. “Don’t worry about it."But the nerves from this morning were coiled tight in your stomach once more. You didn’t know how to dance that close to someone else… You weren’t used to having the restrictions of someone else close to you…oh god, oh god, oh god!

(Name) breathe, you scolded yourself mentally.

But then Kihyun walked over to Jiwoo and you. "Hey (Name), I guess since Seohyun is not here we’ll have to go together.” He smiled at you, as if he expected you to be joyous. You just stared at him.

“I can’t – ”

“Good Afternoon Class!”

Your head snapped a round, recognizing that smooth, rich voice.

RFA + Minor 4 HEADcanons

(that absolutely no one asked for but you’re all getting anyway)

Saeran:
-he grows his hair out after leaving Mint Eye and then redyes it back to it’s original red color
-but he kind of,,,,doesn’t trust anyone to cut it bc that involves scissors really close to his face
-Vanderwood convinced him to let him cut it but Vandy ended up cutting off too much, which freaked Saeran out
-So Saeran  allows it to grow a few more inches so it’s halfway to his shoulders and finds that he really likes the length. He can pull it into a ponytail (which is handy) and it’s different from Saeyoung’s hair
-he usually ties it into a low ponytail, but if it’s particularly bothering him he’ll put it higher up
-Saeran’s hair is thinner than Saeyoung’s, where Saeyoung’s is particularly unruly, Saeran’s is thin and doesn’t tangle easily
-his hair is soft af, play with it and honestly he’ll melt

Jumin:
-he sheds like an absolute madman???
-like, if Jaehee thinks Elizabeth 3rd is bad, one time he sat down on her couch and she found at least fifteen hairs afterwards
-honestly at this point, it’s pretty normal to pick his hairs off of everything and anything
-in your food? Somehow all over your clothing? yes
-he has a big spot of discoloration on the right side of his head that’s grey-ish brown canon, check his after end! that he either keeps hidden or sometimes dyed if he has to. It’s super noticeable when he slicks his hair back so he doesn’t do it often. Plus he just,,,hates the way his hair feels when it’s slicked back. It’s greasy and kind of stringy?? it looks like he hasn’t showered and honestly he hates it
-his hair also grows super slow so he doesn’t get haircuts very often
-the whole thing with his hair sticking up everywhere started when he was a kid. He always had this spot at the back of his head that stuck out no matter what he did, so he just started styling his hair the way he does now.
-he gets hella bedhead in the morning because of this, and V also loves to tease him about the pieces that stick up

Yoosung:
-his hair is naturally brown but this babe dyes it because he thinks it’ll help him get a girlfriend
-he usually bleaches it every month. His parents were super against it because his natural hair color was perfectly fine in their eyes, but they compromised and said that as long as Yoosung used proper bleach and took care of it, they’d pay for it.
-his hair grows at a normal rate, if not a bit slower
-its not super soft and he has a lot of split ends, but it always looks nice!
-he spends way too much time on it in the mornings though, his mother’s friend is a hairdresser and she taught him how to train his hair by combing strands over to one side and then back again every time he gets out of the shower. It’s a technique he swears by, and he always uses it whenever he can’t get his hair to flick out
-if he just leaves it as usual though, it’s pretty straight!

Zen:
-he once found a split end and he cried for 15 minutes while simultaneously rushing to the nearest beauty supply shop and then bought out said beauty shop
-he uses hair masks, high end shampoo and conditioner, anything that guarantees his hair’s maximum hair potential
-his mother used to forcibly cut it when he was a child, and it used to make her mad when it’d grow back within a week kinda like aunt petunia with harry potter
-other than that, this boy’s hair feels like silk and it’s so aggravating. The color is completely solid all the way through, but it never looks flat. It’s always perfectly shiny and ugh, just ugh.
-his ponytail is surprisingly thin but it’s a bit too thick to be considered a rat tail, plus he gets kind of upset when people call it a rat tail for some reason, no one knows why

Saeyoung:
-curls for daysss
-when he gets out of the shower his hair is a straight dark brown but gets super curly and bright red when it’s dried
-he usually has to brush most of the curls out because otherwise his hair naturally gets tangled easily
-his hair is softer than Zen’s! 2nd softest hair in the RFA. Where Zen’s is silky smooth, Saeyoung’s hair is baby soft

Jaehee:
-Softest hair in the RFA confirmed
-she takes really good care of it, but it’s pretty prone to being oily!
-when it’s grown out it is h eckin gorgeous, not that it isn’t anyway
-she has the kind of hair that makes you want to wear it as a sweater okay maybe not that far but it’s as soft as a cloud 
-she uses just regular drugstore shampoo but it always smells like either honey or cherry blossoms, depending on which shampoo she choses to use
-she also like,,,,never uses conditioner that coordinates with her shampoo

Vanderwood:
-it’s layered because he’s a terrible hair stylist and accidentally ended up cutting chunks off of his hair and looked ridiculous
-so he had to go in and have it fixed, which led him to the hair style he has now
-it used to be completely straight and always with a ponytail & bangs (kinda like Takeda Shingen’s from SLBP but with straighter bangs whoops)
-but he loves his new hair! Some of the pieces gets on his nerves because they never go into a ponytail so he always carries around a pack of bobby pins
-bobby pins are his savior ok
-when Saeran gets angry at him, he calls Vanderwood’s hair a mullet
-it’s neither soft nor coarse, but somewhere in between. He doesn’t care what shampoo he uses, sometimes he just uses plain bar soap whenever he runs out & can’t get more right away. ….um, as long as it gets the job done?

Rika:
-her hair is smooth as h eck and super wavy
-it’s gorgeous honestly
-she uses vv high quality shampoo and conditioner and it pays off
-her hair always smells like cherry blossoms even if it’s been a day since she’s washed it what is her trick
-it almost never gets oily unless it’s been two or three days since it’s been washed. Not that she ever goes that long without washing it though!

V:
-listen,,,,,I know these characters are in anime style,,,,,but there is no way V’s hair is naturally blue
-he probably dyed it for attention but then decided he really liked it and kinda kept up with it
-he gets it professionally done every three months, his hair grows suuuper slowly, but once he goes completely blind he probably has it dyed back to his original color (I think it’s an identical color to Jaehee’s but idk lmao)
-his hair is pretty thick and unruly, he pretty much just drags a comb through it and heads out for the day

Starry Eyed- Michael Clifford

MY FIRST SMUT! 

and probably my last…haha combined two requests that were so obscure I just had to go this far…so ya…tell me what you think??

Next thing, we’re touching, you look at me it’s like you hit me with lightning…

Michael couldn’t help but admire her legs in that mini-dress. He found himself staring at the v in her legs, and how tight that skirt was over her ass. She sat down next to Calum, placing a kiss on his cheek.  

That’s right…she’s Calum’s girlfriend. Not yours Michael. 

That’s one thing you hated about being roommates with Calum, you were constantly around his girlfriend, Lacey. Even her name was provocative. 

Just then you felt an arm link with yours, Crystal. Here she was in nothing but a bikini, body better than perfect. More than enough. But yet you still felt your gaze drift towards Lacey. 

“Are we going swimming or what?” Crystal asked you, pouting her lip. 

You then heard screaming, and turned to see Calum throwing Lacey in the pool.

“Calum! I didn’t even get a change to take of my sun dress! It’s wet now!” She yelled

“Oh come on Lace, hey watch out!” He said, jumping in next to her.

“I’ll take that as a yes” You winked at Crystal, picking her up too.

“Michael!!” She screamed as you jumped in the pool still holding her.

Calum and Lacey laughed, holding up their arms to prevent the splash from hitting them. As if that really did anything.

“Ugh let me take this off before it’s completely ruined” Lacey sighed, while pulling herself out of the pool. She slowly stepped out of the dress, hanging it on a chair to dry. Her actions did nothing to stop your staring, her tiny bikini leaving little to the imagination.

You guys stayed in the pool for awhile, laughing and having some beer. After a few hours though, Calum received a phone call.

“Hello? Luke? Ya. Seriously? Ok where are you? Ya. I’ll be there soon. Yes! Alright. Bye” Calum said, hanging up the phone.

“Everything ok?” Lacey asked.

“He drunk again?” You added.

“Yeah, I gotta go pick him up. I’m going to take him home, and I think I’m gonna stay over at his place for the night. He sounds completely wasted, I don’t want to leave him by himself.”

“Would you mind giving me a ride home? It’s on the way” Crystal asked.

“Ya sure, let’s just hurry ok?” Calum said, giving Lacey a quick kiss goodbye and going to change real quick.

Soon they were both gone, and that left just you and Lacey.

“It’s still early…you wanna watch a movie or something? Or do you have to go home?”

“No I don’t have to go home yet. A movie sounds nice”

“Great” You smiled, and helped her out of the pool, watching the water slide off her stomach.

You grabbed some towels and headed to the couch. You both were pretty buzzed, but you grabbed some more beers while she chose the movie. Wasn’t long until you both were now completely drunk. With every sip you moved closer and closer to her, making casual conversation and both of you laughing at the movie.

When the movie ended, you turned off the tv, and shifted to face her.

“So whatcha wanna do now Lace?”

“I-I don’t know” She said, seeming to fully realize just how close you both were.

“No?” You asked, taking another sip of your beer. Your gaze drifting down her body, still in her bikini from earlier.

“Is there something you had in mind?” She asked, biting her lip.

There was some sort of unspoken communication between you both, both of you silently telling the other exactly what you wanted. Because suddenly you both went towards each other, and soon you were both a mess of tongue and teeth. She wrapped your hands around your neck, grabbing fistfuls of your hair, as you moved your hands along her back, grabbing her ass and lifting her up to your room.

You threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her before returning your lips to hers. Your actions caused your hips to brush each other, her moaning and bucking her hips up to yours. You moaned, and kissed down her neck, reaching her bikini top. You quickly untied the strings and pulled it off of her, then kissed down her chest.

“Mmm…Michael…please do something”

You laughed, and kissed down her stomach, passed her clothed core, down her thighs, before slowly making your way back to her sweet spot, kissing her inner thighs.

“M-Michael please…” Lacey moaned.

You moaned in return and slowly slid off her bikini bottoms, running a finger through her folds.

“Oh, so wet for me baby…”

“Michael, please, no more teasing”

You began to slowly pump your fingers inside her, loving the way she was a moaning mess underneath you.

You rubbed her clit as you took off your swimming trunks. Then without warning you slammed your cock inside of her, thrusting fast.

“Oh..Michael…oh fuck…oh fuck..” Lacey moaned. You loved her moaning your name. It made you thrust even harder, feeling your orgasm coming and knowing she was approaching hers.

“Oh fuck, so tight for me baby, mmm ya…you gonna cum for me?”

“Ya…almost there…”

“Come on baby” You moaned, thrusting as fast as you could. Your thrusts were becoming sloppy as you got closer and closer, so you begin to rub her clit to make her come faster. That did the trick, soon she began to scream, her orgasm washing over her.

“Oh Michael…oh shit…” She moaned.

Your thrusts began to pick up a bit, riding out her orgasm and approaching your own.

“Lace…I’m gonna…”

You couldn’t take anymore, you let go, your load filling her up. You were a moaning mess, so was she as she came for the second time. When you both rode out your orgasms, and you collapsed on the bed next to her. Both of you drunk and tired, so you practically instantly fell asleep.

*****

You hadn’t been asleep long, you knew that much as you heard screaming.

“Holy shit! Fuck Michael what the fuck did we do…Calum…shit!!” Lacey screamed, tears in her eyes.

It took you a second to figure out what was going on, why Lacey was in our room. Then images of you and her together flashed through your mind, you kissing her thighs, her digging her fingers in your back, you both moaning in pleasure.

“Oh fuck…this didn't…I mean…”

“Oh it happened Michael…how could we both be so fucking stupid?”

“Look this stays between us k? No reason for Crystal or Calum to find out alright?”

“That’s your solution? Whatever Michael…I’m just gonna go…I can't…no…” She said, walking out the door.

*****

You didn’t see her for awhile. Calum was going to her place instead, although after a few weeks it seemed as if Calum had seen Lacey as much as you did. And that was saying something considering Lacey was avoiding you like the plague.

You were sitting in the living room, playing some video games when you heard a knock on the door. Calum wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, he decided to go visit his mom since Lacey was pushing him away.

So imagine your surprise when you opened the door and found Lacey standing on the other side.

“Lacey what are you doing here?” You asked, completely shocked.

“Can I come in?” She said nervously

“Yes of course, come on. Calum isn’t back yet-”

“Yeah I know…I need to talk to you…” She began to play with her hands, obviously wanted to say something but seeming hesitant about saying it.

“Everything ok?” You knew something was wrong. Lacey was so out spoken, she was never nervous about saying anything. And she was also coming to you…

“There’s no easy way to say this Michael…”

“You can tell me Lace…what’s wrong?”

She laughed, although there was no humor in it.

“I’m pregnant”

Control Ch. 3

This chapter is lighter, no smut, nothing too dramatic, just Jumin and MC getting tense. I’ll be back a little later to post some slightly smutty scenarios. Hope you still enjoy this!


You turn your head to find Seven and a soft smirk. You scoff lightly.

“You know damn well what I’ve been up to, Seven.”

“Yeah… I just wanted to brag a little. Go on, tell everybody.”

“Tell what?” Jaehee asks, confused.

“I just started this internship at this publicity agency. Seven might have or might have not sent my résumé to them, since I don’t remember sending one myself.”

“You need to start eating food with omega 3 to stimulate your memory, MC, you’re too young to keep forgetting things.” He smiles teasingly, you just roll your eyes and smile, the first true smile of the day.

                                                   ***

“There’s something I’ve been wondering if you’d be willing to try.” He says, looking down, you swear he is even blushing a little.

“Go on, tell me.” You say, your hand grabs his in reassurance.

“Remember when you told me I should research things that can be of my interest in bed? I did a little one…”

“Okay. And?”

“Well, I’ve been interested in bondage, MC. Do you… do you know what bondage is?”

“I do, yeah… what about it?”

“I… right, just… know I don’t want to hurt you, MC. And it’s not about restraining you or… it’s just…”

“Having me under your control.”

He lets out a breathless chuckle. “Exactly. I… hope you don’t get me wrong on this, my love.”

“Jumin, honey… it’s fine. Don’t feel bad for taking interest in new things and wanting to try them. Stop repressing yourself, you did this for too long now…” now your both hands hold his. “So, uhm… what will you use to tie my wrists?”

This moment earned a new meaning to Jumin as months passed by. It used to be a sweet memory, the exact time when he knew that no matter what, he could be comfortable on his own skin when you were around, you made him feel comfortable, adequate, normal… happy for having someone who could understand him and support him.

Now, it’s a reminder of how stupid he was over you, it was a warning about who you really were, and he was so caught up under your spell he didn’t even notice. His lack of good sense hit exponential numbers when it concerned you, and maybe still does, since the first thing he did when you walked in that hall for that party was saying huskly “We need to talk”, dragging you to the closest empty room and… well, not talking at all.

But… what would he even talk about? He said it all that night you left, you probably said everything as well. You were scared of him, you lied and he couldn’t forgive you for lying. Neither of you could trust each other. Period.

So why is he still thinking about this? Why did his body claim yours so naturally in that room? Why watching you smile sweetly and laugh of Yoosung takes him back immediately back to that afternoon you showed up at his penthouse and introduced yourself as MC from the messenger?

“You missed this too, huh?” V comes behind him and rocks his shoulder playfully, waking him up from the trance. “RFA parties.” He explains, almost guessing Jumin was wondering if he was talking about something else.

“This isn’t a RFA party, it’s a C & R event.”

“Well, it’s a party, RFA is all here, so… no, but come to think of it, the guest list wasn’t in charge of the guest’s list coordinator, so yeah, it’s not a RFA party even though the whole RFA is here after a long time.”

“RFA and an intruder. Why did you invite her?”

“I told you. I wanted to call a meeting for RFA members. Last time I checked, MC is still a member.”

“Because Luciel didn’t delete her user from the server, even though she doesn’t log in for months.”

“Oh, so you noticed too?” he grins, and Jumin rolls his eyes. How couldn’t he notice, you were online in almost every chat before… all that.

“I don’t want her here, Jihyun. After everything she did, I…”

“Yes, but you see, you keep not telling me what she did that was so despicable, so… if I don’t know, I can’t judge, so she’s welcome here. And I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

Jumin watches as everybody in that table is laughing, even Jaehee, he rarely sees her smiling so genuinely, of course you are playing a role in this.

“Knowing you, you wouldn’t judge her even if I told you what she did.”

“Try me.”

“Nice try. I… I don’t even want to think of this again, so forget it.”

“I will. But then you can’t complain about having her here. Come on, let’s mingle.”

Jumin walks to that table as if his shoes are stuffed with iron, he’s almost dragging himself there, feeling completely inappropriate as your back is getting closer, the same back he had against his body some minutes ago… ugh… how can something so good at the moment make him feel so nauseous a little later?

“Finally! I was wondering if you guys left!” Zen greets them with a teasing tone.

“Of course not, we were just playing hosts, maybe you all should do the same. This is a RFA event, even though it doesn’t look like one.”

“We will, we will, after we catch up on MC’s life a little…” Yoosung shrugs and doesn’t even look at V. You chuckle, some things haven’t changed…

“I told you. There’s nothing much! I started at this internship. Yes, Seven, thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He raises his Dr. Pepper can.

“And uhm… well, I’m working on my term paper, as I’m about to graduate and… that’s pretty much it.”

“Yeah, yeah… we heard about this already. What about your love life, MC?” Seven gags on his Dr. Pepper, Yoosung and Jaehee stop breathing. You knew this was coming, Zen wouldn’t waste an opportunity to make Jumin uncomfortable, he doesn’t even know what happened, but he definitely took your side, and he probably waited for this moment in a while, you can even imagine him rehearsing this exact line.

“I see you’re still smooth, Zen. If you want to ask me out, just do so.” Zen gasps a little, then he blushes and looks away. You smile in satisfaction, and though you cannot see him, you’re pretty sure Jumin is smirking a little too… not that you care, you just can’t let Zen use you to affect Jumin.

“I’m glad you’re catching up, but I think we should take this moment that everybody is together to discus about the elephant in the room.” V says bluntly.

“Yes, RFA’s future.” Jaehee states, taking a sip of her wine.

“What future? We haven’t even discussed hosting parties after MC… left.” Seven says while typing on his phone.

“And now she’s here, that makes me assume she’s willing to… go back to her duty.”

You knew this subject would be brought up eventually, but you didn’t really prepare yourself for a definitive answer, which is probably what V wants.

“I would want to put this for a voting.” Jumin says looking at his wine.

“Put what for a voting?” you turn your head like your worst enemy is ready to stab you on your back.

“Your permanence as RFA guest list’s coordinator.” His eyes meet yours, all you see is coldness.

“I see. Putting it for a vote implies you have grounds on why I shouldn’t stay.”

“I was about to get there. Yes, I do. My grounds are that you were absent from your duty for half a year, which makes you unqualified for this job.”

“I logged in to that chatroom almost every day. There was nothing about a party, so I decided to focus on college.”

“And on work?” he asks bluntly, but only you can sense the judgmental tone.

“Yes. You got a problem with that?”

“What you do with your life is none of my concerns, MC.”

“Thank you, so you do admit putting it for a vote is pathetic.” You turn your back on him. What is this taste rising in your mouth? Victory?

“I don’t think putting it for a vote is pathetic.” Seven says, his eyes finally look away from his phone. What the fuck? “I think it would be interesting, somehow.”

“Seriously? Why?”

“Well, V wants her to stay, and though V is our so called leader, decisions concerning RFA’s future should be decided for all RFA members. But that’s just what I think.” And he goes back to his phone. Oh… so this is not about you, this is about V. Everything has been about V with Seven ever since your first RFA party.

“Couldn’t agree more, Luciel.” V says, Seven doesn’t answer.

“Well… I think we have a good fair of members who want this voting…” Jaehee says carefully, but when she says “great amount” you know she means “V”, sometimes you think she respects him more than her own boss. “I won’t oppose.”

“Fair enough. Let’s put it for a vote, then.Oh, and since I’m in trial here, apparently, I’ll abstain my voting.” You say, you didn’t want to come off so salty, but it’s impossible.

“I think MC should stay.”

“Me too.” Zen and Yoosung don’t even think, they just answer. Gogh, you missed Yoosung so much! And Zen… is obviously trying to make it up for trying to use you before. You know his intentions are always good, but if Jumin is in the way, he lacks a little bit of good sense… hum, funny, you could be easily describing yourself  right now.

“I’ll… abstain myself.” Jaehee says looking down, then she throws a quick glance to you. And, with that, you know you have her loyalty, but… she can’t really compromise herself with her boss like this. You glance back and smile at her in reassurance. No words need to be exchanged between you.

“I vote for her to leave, as I explained my reason before.”

“Reasons would imply that you’re being reasonable, Jumin. Which is not the case.” You mutter.

“I… also vote for MC to leave.” V says. What? Oh… you might have his assistant’s loyalty, but of course you wouldn’t have his best friend’s. And V probably knows all Jumin’s side on this. Ugh… that’s so stupid.

“Okay, so It’s a tie. Seven has the deciding vote.” Zen says, all the eyes in the table go straight to him.

Seven keeps typing without any expression in his face. At this point, you don’t even care what he decides, you have no clue on what he’s thinking! Even Jumin is easier to read for you.

Do you want to stay? Do you want to leave? Is it worth staying in a group where two people don’t consider you welcome? But is it right that you leave just because one of these people is your childish scared of conflicts ex-fiancée? You… honestly don’t know.

“Luciel… what’s your vote?” Jaehee asks impatiently.

“Hmmm… what do you think I should vote for, MC?”


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Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 

I.


You’ve always been told that you’re independent. Too independent, some might say. You had no qualms with being a loner, or to just do things for yourself. So when you moved from California to Colorado senior year of High School, you were only somewhat sad. You had a few friends you would miss, but big deal, you planned on coming back.

 You ended up moving to Littleton with your family during the last few weeks of summer vacation. Those last few days of summer you spent wandering around all over your new town, checking out the music scene, hitting up bookstores and comic book stores, and then just going swimming on your own.

 Before you knew it, it was the first day of school. You woke up earlier than usual to get ready, even though you had laid out clothes the night before.. You wore the usual black skinny jeans (that you had sown yourself, thank you very much) black chucks, and a Type O Negative band shirt. You had so many bandshirts to choose from, it was ridiculous. There was also a variety of dresses, for when the mood struck. You did the usual make up routine of eyeliner and mascara, and when you were satisfied, you grabbed your backpack, walkman and headphones, and car keys. You kissed your mom goodbye, and headed out.

 You got to Columbine early enough to get your schedule, locker, and assigned parking. Once inside, you were on your own. You sighed put on  headphones, turned on some Rammstein, and decided to roam the place. It was pretty surprising and quite frankly, appalling at how much everyone was staring at you. So, you stared right back. You caught a couple of blondes staring and snickering, but the moment you looked them dead in the eye, that shut them up. For some reason they looked a bit disconcerted, after you smiled at them. Shaking your head slightly, you rolled your eyes. You had never thought in your life, that you would attend such a cliché school. No matter, you just did what you usually do when walking alone:  straightened your shoulders and held your head up high.
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 "What class do you have next, Reb?“ asked the statuesque lanky blonde to the shorter raven haired boy. The two boys were out in the smokers pit in between classes, smoking their cigarettes.
“Philosophy, so it seems.” Eric replied, as he tossed his cigarette butt to the ground. “Sweeeeet. I’ll catch ya in the commons V!”

 Eric rushed to his Philosophy class, thinking about how great it was going to be to finally be surrounded by more like-minded introspective individuals. However, when he reached the room and looked around, his heart sank. How was it possible to constantly be surrounded by nothing but airheaded imbeciles?! He took a deep breath, and made his way towards the back of the classroom. He pulled out a notebook and pen, and stared off into space. He was doodling on his paper when he caught snatches of conversation from the two blonde girls sitting in from of him “…yeah, apparently she’s new or something? She would be so pretty if she didn’t look like such a freak…” Eric smirked slightly, not everyone conforms like you do, he thought with some savage pleasure. “…I heard she’s a creep. Amanda says, that Brit was talking about her in the hallway, and the girl heard, and do you know what she did?!” “No, what?” “She looked at her and smiled! What a creep!” Eric couldn’t help but to chuckle. He couldn’t believe that something so simple as smiling at a stranger, was perceived as creepy.

 "Sam, oh god look, she’s in this class…“ Eric glanced up, mildly curious to see what poor soul had attracted their scorn already. This new girl was standing at the front of the class, while the teacher figured out what to do with her. She was pretty at least, thought Eric. He watched her a bit, and took in her appearance, ’well no wonder!’ he thought to himself,  ‘they ruled her out as a freak already!’
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 You stood and waited for the teacher, Mr. Young, to asign you a seat. You gazed around the class, and smirked at the girls sitting in the back. They were eyeing you, and from the looks you were receiving, they were appalled to see you there. You made eye contact with them, and smiled widely. That was enough to make them whisper wildly amongst themselves. “Well, Ms. Y/N, why don’t you have a seat here on the second row?” You nodded, and took a seat.

 You listened to the teacher drone on and on about the syllabus, class rules, and god knows what else. Your mind, as well as your eyes, started to wander, but they snapped back to attention when you heard Mr. Young ask, “Now, can one of you give me an example of something that is subjective?” Your hand shot up, and Mr. Young looked around surprised, “Ahh yes, Mr. Harris, why don’t we let Ms. Y/L/N, take this one?” You glanced back towards the dark haired boy before replying, “Everything is subjective to the individual.” The teacher, furrowed his brows slightly, “Care to elaborate?” “Morals, Religions, love, hate… Are all subjective to the individual. Its all just perspective. What you may find morally reprehensible, may not be so for myself. However, to quote Van Gogh, ‘I know for a fact that I know nothing with certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.’ ”

The teacher looked thoughtful for a second before responding, “Very Interesting perspective Ms.Y/L/N, let’s see what Mr. Harris thinks.” You turned your head and looked expectantly at the boy the teacher kept calling “Mr. Harris”, and you couldn’t help but notice he had a Rammstein shirt on.  "I was going to say something around those lines,“ he said, ”…minus the Van Gogh quote…“ You don’t even know why, but that last statement really irked you. As the teacher went on with the lesson, you couldn’t help but to look at him intently, before looking away again.
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 Eric left his Philosophy class with his mind full of the strange new girl. She was obviously very pretty, and smart to boot. But what really got his attention, was the way she carried herself. He had noticed when the girls in front of him began whispering among themselves things such as, “ugh, this isn’t a funeral home” and “oh joy, another freak”. What had astounded him was that the new girl, Y/N or whatever her name was, had noticed their icy reception, and didn’t even flinch. In fact, she stared them down with a smile. He shook his head, and grinned.

 "Earth to Reb! Come in Reb!“ Dylan was shaking his hand in front of Eric’s face. Eric looked around the lunch table to see everyone else laughing at how spacey he looked. "What’s so fucken funny?”, he demanded irritably. “It’s so obvious you’re off in la la land Reb!” observed Nate, “Classes that bad?” “No…”, Dylan answered for Eric slowly “we wouldn’t have heard the end of it by now…” At that moment, Y/N chose to walk into the cafeteria. It was quite obvious to everyone she was new, so she stood and looked around the cafeteria, before deciding to saunter off to sit at a table closest to the windows by herself. The fact that she was sitting alone on the first day of school, didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest. “A ha.” Dylan had followed Eric’s line of sight and spotted what had him so distracted. “Ahhh, so that’s who has you so distracted.” Dylan said softly. The boys all whirled around to see who Dylan meant.
“Oh, you mean, Y/N?”, Robyn asked as she and Devon sat down with the boys. “Me and Dyl, have her for a class. Maybe we should invite her to sit with us Dyl…” Dylan stood up, “Sure, she was nice enough during our grou-” “I’ll go with you V,” Eric interrupted. Dylan smiled slightly as he stood up, and gestured for Eric follow.

 Eric felt his heart race as they walked towards you. Be cool man, he told himself. “Hey, Y/N!”, Dylan said smiling. “Oh, hello there Dylan.” she looked up at him from her book, and smiled back. Eric felt a slight twinge of jealousy to see Y/N smiling at his best friend. “Oh hey, this is my friend Er-” “Mr. Harris! I know you!” she blurted out. Eric flushed with pleasure that she even remembered him and nodded. Dylan looked between Eric and Y/N. “You two know each other?” “Oh, well, no, not really.” Y/N responded and reddened. “He’s in my philosophy class is all.”  "Ah, ok, wel-,“ "Do you want to sit wit us?” Eric blurted out before Dylan could finish his sentence. Dylan stayed silent. “Uhh sure, I’ll join you guys.” Y/N said. She started gathering her belongings, “Thanks for the Cookies, Dyl.” Y/N said softly as they walked back to the boys table, “It got me through until lunch.” Dylan beamed, and Eric frowned slightly. “No problem,” then seeing Erics’ expression he added “Oh, Y/N, this is Eric, by the way…”  Eric raised an eyebrow and shook Y/N’s hand. He felt electricity race through his entire body as he held her hand for just a moment too long. “Call me Reb.”

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Dan Avidan (aka Danny sexbang) [Game Grumps] Imagine

Anonymous asked: can you write an imagine where you’re friends with Suzy and she wants to set you up with Danny? 

A/N: okay I am super excited to write this because Dan’s the man and he is a cinnamon roll and yeah. But this is super long and I hope you enjoy! And I hope you request some more especially for him lol and I am ready to write more!

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Sun and clouds

x Kim Taehyung

  • Fluff (+ Very subtle smut; Dirty talk + stripping)

Being away from each other has it’s ups and downs just like sunny vs. cloudy days. Taehyung goes away on tour for a month and it’s the first time you two spend a longer time apart from each other and not seeing someone you normally see every day has it’s struggle. Like when clouds cover the sky for days, so long you notice how much being able to see the sun actually matters.

Warnings: Very cute boyfriend.

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He sneaked away in the middle of the night, making sure not to wake you up as he tip toed over the floor to pack the last items in his suitcase before getting picked up by his manager.

You said your good byes the evening before, Taehyung insisting that you shouldn’t wake up to wave him off.

He zipped the zip of the suitcase and put on his shoes, as he reached out to the door handle he hesitated. His hand missed the handle and he let go of his suitcase, walking back in to your shared apartment. He carefully opened the bedroom door and walked over to your side of the bed, where you were laying, deep in dreamland. He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your forehead before leaning down and kissing you softly on your temple.

You woke up bright and early the next morning, well rested and in a good mood. Normally you would’ve spooned up behind Taehyung if he had not done so to you first but you were alone in the big bed. You sighed, remembering you wouldn’t see him for a month. Not seeing a person you normally see every day for a longer sudden time can be very discomforting. You stretched your arms out and sat up in bed followed by a brush through your hair with your hand. You looked over to your nightstand to grab your phone and noticed a small folded piece of paper. You smiled in anticipation thinking your dorky boyfriend had done something dorky again, and indeed he had.

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran, reaction to an MC with very intimidating parents, and theyre meeting them by spending a whole day with them? Like, their professions or previous knowledge are definitely good enough to know how to commit the perfect murder, and since MC is their only child they're a little over-protective. They try to intimidate all night until it's time for them to leave, where they suddenly get all cheery and approve of the relationship? Srry it's so specific lol

Don’t worry! Its kind of better when its more specific actually ^_^ 

(sorry if this is kind of long)

Zen:

  • He was ready™ for the day you were going to spend with your parents
  • He had everything planned out: they were going to arrive early in the afternoon, as planned, and he was going to be as polite and gentlemanly as possible. Pulling out the chairs for them, pouring them the wine, the whole thing. 
  • What he had NOT planned though, was how to react when your parents were so intimidating and judging. He was used to people fawning over him and loving him, so he was very nervous when your parents seemed to judge his every move
  • He tried to hide how intimidated he was with his °˖✧natural charm✧˖° and confidence, but it was getting pretty hard when your parents eyed him so suspiciously and basically mentally stepped on him
  • By dinnertime, he was getting tired from keeping up the pleasant attitude while your parents only replied with judgement. Still, he smiled at them and tried to be as calm as possible
  • Your father however, kept talking about how if he dared to hurt their only child, he would have to face the consequences
  • This, of course, terrified Zen. Were they actually past assassins or something? It honestly wouldn’t even surprise him at this point
  • When the day was almost over, and it was time for your parents to leave, he was exhausted. He was about to lose hope, thinking your parents would never accept him, when what he though to be a miracle happened
  • Your parents both genuinely smiled, and your mother took his hand while telling him to be true, before wishing you luck on your relationship
  • He was stunned, but he grinned and waved at them as they left
  • “I think they liked me”

Yoosung:

  • He was already nervous to meet your parents, but you had still agreed to invite them over for dinner
  • It wasn’t anything fancy, but he still wanted to do his best to impress your parents
  • When they arrived he had everything prepared, but he was still a nervous wreck. You just smiled apologetically at him, knowing how your parents could be with things like this
  • As soon as they locked eyes with him, you could feel the tension in the room grow by the second.
  • He awkwardly started to initiate some small-talk, but everything he started talking about just became threats and warnings from your parents about how if he dared to hurt you, they would make sure he could never hurt anybody ever again. He tightly took ahold of your hand, and looked at you with tears forming in his eyes
  • At this point he was terrified, and he started mumbling incoherently before leading then to the dinner table
  • He was no master chef, but cooking was one of the things he was proud of. He ate in silence while eyeing your parents who judged every inch of the plate they were served
  • As the hours went by, it was time for them to leave. He politely followed them to the doorstep, still holding your hand tightly.
  • Your parents then looked him in the eyes and smiled. They told him he seemed like a responsible young man, and they looked forward to seeing their relationship bloom
  • He gave you a tight hug after they left, and all he could do was sigh in relief 

Jumin:

  • He had arranged a very fancy evening with a three-course meal
  • He made sure his best chefs made the food, and that everything was as it should be
  • He was hardly nervous really, he knew that he had the ability to charm people if he wanted to, and he intended to be as polite as he possibly could
  • When your parents ringed the doorbell, he had to admit to himself that he was actually a little more nervous than he thought
  • He greeted them both nicely, but he recognised the judging look in their eyes as they shook his hand. His butler then lead them to the table with their already served dinner
  • Your parents couldn’t help feeling impressed, but they still maintained their intimidating aura.
  • Jumin was getting more and more nervous. Did they not like the food? Did they not like him? Did he forget something? Were they suspicious of him because he was the heir of a large company?
  • By the time the desserts had arrived, they had managed to intimidate him so much he was certain they must have been mafia-leaders or something
  • He had to convince them three times that he was not dating their child for the mere purpose of profiting his company
  • As the evening went on, the two of you followed them to their car. Jumin was still upset at the thought of your parents disliking him, as family had always been really important to him
  • He kept up his polite demeanour though, and when your parents finally gave him a smile and accepted his as “part of the family” he was shocked, to say the least. But he was mostly just happy that your parents approved of him

Seven:

  • He was scared of what your parents would think of him, since he wanted to make a good impression. Still, he decided to meet his fears, and spend the day with you and your parents  
  • He was not prepared. Nothing could prepare him
  • When he finally met your parents, he expected them to be nice and accepting (They are your parents, after all), but oh no
  • They constantly looked him straight in the eyes, and they did not exactly look ecstatic. They seemed to be analysing everything he did, and he was so scared to do something wrong
  • He hardly believes you accept him for who he is, how can he expect your parents to! Especially with the way they look at him… It was as if they knew he was afraid to be judged
  • They managed to intimidate him alright. You thought he would be more joking and chill, but he had so much respect for your parents, and he was so scared they might be against your relationship
  • The day went on like that; Your parents kept up the intimidating act, trying to scare him (smh) while he tried to be as nice and polite as he could. He couldn’t live with himself if your parents hated him, he told you
  • When it was finally time for them to leave, he thought they were going to say something against you two being together, but they just smiled
  • He was very confused. He whispered a silent “What?”, before your parents walked over to him and told him that they trusted he would take good care of you
  • He was so happy, he hugged them both while exhaling in relief. Your parents luckily just found it charming, and they waved their goodbyes before leaving

Saeran:

  • He wouldn’t admit that he was nervous, and honestly your parents could think whatever they wanted about him, and he wouldn’t really mind
  • Because of the way he grew up (for those of you who played the secret ending), he was more worried about what you think of him, and not your parents
  • You had still managed to convince him to spend the day with you and your parents, and they were to arrive that afternoon
  • When they did arrive, ten minutes early mind you, he instantly tensed up
  • Even though he said he didn’t really care about your parents opinion of him, you could see the worry in his eyes
  • Their judging look and intimidating glares did not help his worry at all. He still pretended not to care, and could probably have treated them with a bit more respect, but it was just his defence-melanism 
  • It ended up being more of a staring-competition than anything 
  • After a long evening of what seemed like just tension and awkward silences, you walked them to the door
  • They looked at Saeran, and Saeran looked at them (guys, don’t start this again)
  • Your father then sighs, and tells him
  • “Well, at least you’re not being arrogant or bad, so I guess you will take good care of our child”
  • He was so shocked and confused. He just stood there in silence before mouthing “really?” , and you could all see the hope in his eyes
  • After they left, he was so tired that he just lied down on the couch before he started smiling like an idiot
  • “They don’t hate me”

V:

  • He was prepared to have a pleasant day with your parents, and he was feeling pretty confident
  • That is, before your parents actually arrived
  • He opened the door to greet them, and told them to follow him inside. He started some innocent small-talking, but he noticed the condescending looks your parents gave him. He decided to ignore it though, as he didn’t want to seem disrespectful on front of your parents 
  • He kept trying to be polite, but they were making it difficult for him
  • Their judging stares had already intimidated him, and his confidence was now long-gone
  • They started making comments about how he had better take good care of you, and he had to reassure them several times that he did, and he would do anything to protect you. At that your parents found it hard to keep being intimidating to this poor sweet man
  • He had to hold you hand as your parent kept talking to him about everything from respect to consequences 
  • He was legitimately scared of what your parents might do to him
  • At the end of the day, they had to go home. V and you walked with them all the way to their car, and your parent both looked at each other before nodding and walking over to V
  • They both embraced him in a big hug, ad they told him that he seems perfectly capable of taking care of you, and they both trusted him with your well-being
  • He was so surprised that he didn’t say anything at the time being, but once they left he teared up and hugged you tight
  • “I’m so happy MC!”

(Also, sorry for the wait on this ^-^;) 

Cypher Confessions (Suga, You) Scenario
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Hey guys! So for this scenario, there’s going to be a rap battle. I’m no rapper (obviously) so instead, I wrote the message of their rap , which is italicized. Just imagine that it’s actually rhyming and following the beat, ayt? Hahaha! Ok, that is all. Carry on. XD


A point. 

I lost by a freakin’ point!

You openly glared at the boy who was currently leaning by your locker with a smug face on. You wanted to wipe off that smile from his pale face as he waved in front of you the recently returned Math exam the two of you took the day before. 


“Face it, Y/N.” He smirked. “I’ll always be better than you.”

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A Tale of Much Madsness: My Adventure Meeting Mads!

Okay, okay, everyone has been asking for deets, and I’m sorry I’ve been slow, but there was the Hanniversary to see through and there was the fact my fingers were ice and then there was work, but finally here I am ;) 

It was pretty crazy, honestly. So @docnickie and I are on our way to brunch, which is an hour bus ride away, and we’re about 50 min in, just sitting in this sleepy sunlight, and suddenly @wiith-my-hands (Nic) texts (she is already at the restaurant where we are meant to be having brunch), and she’s like OMG, HE’S HERE, ARE WE CANCELLING BRUNCH?!?! And sends us a pic of Mads filming that someone took. So in a frantic rush, we cancel brunch (Nic tells them we gotta gooo), get off the bus, get in a cab and are like GET US THERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. And incidentally, they were filming right outside my office, so I’d already seen the signs and knew exactly where it was and the area. We’re going nuts.

But we finally get off and people tell us a thousand different things, “he’s already left” and “he’s done for the day” and “he was never here” and “who is that?” and we’re just running around like 4 blocks and three avenues, (which if any of you know NYC, this is kind of a lot) going around and around, and finally this one nice PA sort of confirms for Nic that he’s still around, and another nice one points me at where to go to get a closer look at the scene, and one more person tells me where the trailers are. So I get closer to the scene being shot and I see HIS STUNT DOUBLE, and it’s just like ugh, SO CLOSE. So we continue racing around, and the truth is because I am a ball of adrenaline, I know the area like the back of my hand, and I am just so CRAZY AT THIS POINT, I sort of just take off on my own, and I see Chiwetel Ejiofor near his trailer, AGAIN SO CLOSE, and I see Benedict from a distance, lol that costume, but nothing. And it’s almost time to go to the Hanniversary meetup, and we’re like okay, guess that’s that. But Nickie has to go to the bathroom and Nic is sitting, and I’m like OKAY. I’ll go back one more time to where I saw his stunt double, just in case…

So I run the avenue plus street run around, becuase the straight shot down is blocked, and suddenly OMG THERE HE IS.

And so I’m waving like a mad person at him. and he sees me and you can tell that he’s pretty confused, like waving slowly back as though, who is this person, uhhh, kayyy, but then I like point to the flower crown (frantically!) and you can physically see the understanding come over him and he just like OHHH!!s and he grins and blows me a kiss and I blow him one back. (Could this be it? http://the-winnowing-wind.tumblr.com/post/142246742669/okay-but)  At this point, I’m mentally and emotionally ready for that to be that. But BEFORE I KNEW IT, HE’S GOT HIS HANDLER AND HE’S WALKING OVER…

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