ugh it took so long but i think it looks pretty nice ; v ;

anonymous asked:

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


  • 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.”


  • 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…”


  • 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?”


  • 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…


  • 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.


  • 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.


  • 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…

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’?”

“ 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


  • 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


  • 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
  • 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


  • 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
  • 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 ͡°)


  • 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


  • 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
  • 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


  • 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


  • 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

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.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D

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True Colors

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


“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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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.


“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.

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)


  • 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”


  • 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 


  • 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


  • 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


  • 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”


  • 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 ^-^;) 

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.

Words: 2.8K | Masterlist | Read on AO3

Originally posted by booptae

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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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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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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XOXO – Hugs and Kisses (Imagine)

Title: XOXO – Hugs and Kisses
Words: 1442
Summary: You had been waiting for this day for months. But when you finally meet him your brain goes blank.

Mark Pellegrino x female!reader || Mark Pellegrino Imagine || Fluff

Originally posted by shayna-winchester

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My Angel

Your name: submit What is this?

“Cas! Get your feathery ass down here now! Y/N ‘s hurt!” Dean yelled as you stumbled into your motel room with Dean supporting half your weight. You tried to shake your head no, you were fine really Dean was just being himself-over protective. All you did was roll your ankle when you tussled with a wraith it really wasn’t that bad. Dean let you go and told you to go sit on the bed while he wetted down a wash rag to wipe some smeared wraith blood off your face.

Okay, yeah it was that bad. You barely had it in you to limp to your bed. You had your own room, conjoined with the brothers of course cause Dean was all like ‘it’s too dangerous’ and something about the ‘damn apocalypse.’ You weren’t sure you had stopped listening to him. You had just wanted some privacy that was all. The boys were more than gracious with you about that, even with Dean’s womanizer rep, but you had basically grown up with them, and you stayed with Dean while Sam went off to school.  You were so tired you barely even registered the flapping of wings until you jumped from Castiel leaning over you.  You hadn’t wanted to tell Dean but there was a reason you didn’t want him to call upon Cas.  You had a huge crush on him and you were terrified that Cas would read your mind and discover your secret.

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Shattered - Part 3

|Prologue| |Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 4| |Part 5| |Part 6| |Part 7| |Part 8| |Part 9| |Part 10|

Member: Taehyung

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1907

Summary: Time breaks relationships, but it can also rekindle them.

A/N: I noticed in some of my writing, my verb tenses seem to be all over the place so I tried to fix that here and put everything into present tense (english is hard guys). Enjoy Xx 

*Y/L/N = your last name 

p.s., let me know what you think about this series! are you enjoying it? do you want more angst? more fluff? (small spoiler, V doesn’t appear too much in this part, but I promise his role will become bigger) 

Originally posted by kths

“Hello, my name is Bang Si Hyuk. I am the CEO of BigHit Entertainment. You must be Y/N? Taehyung has told me about you. It’s nice to meet you.” You were currently situated in an meeting room environment where you were going to be interviewed.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You shake Bang Si Hyuk’s hand.

“How about we start the interview now?”

“Of course.” The two of you sat down at the table on opposite ends.

“Great! Alright, the first thing I must ask is, what kind of input can you bring as a vice manager?”

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It Hurts: Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Originally posted by buingkook

“Come on, you’re gonna be late!”

“But do I really have to go?” 

“Yes you do, he’s gonna be waiting!”

“But I have a pile of lab reports waiting to be graded!”

Your mom gave you a look, and you knew there was no getting out of it. 

After the fiasco that occurred a couple days ago, you mom let go of the possibility of you and Taehyung getting back together. But she didn’t stop being the intrusive mother she was. She told you that if you weren’t gonna get together with Taehyung, you were going to get together with someone.

“You are not spending your Saturday night with me again. And I need some time to myself too! I cant enjoy myself with you always in the house.” she said as she pushed you to the bathroom and brushed your hair. “This boy is so sweet and nice, you’re going to love him.”

“But the real question is, is he cute?”

She smiled up at you and assured you, “He is actually very good-looking. Here, put this on. It matches your nails.”

She handed you your blue sundress, the spaghetti strap that hugged your chest but flowed out at your waist. The one that Taehyung loved.

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He knows. [Jungkook Smut + fluff]

[Hey guys! this is my first time writing a smut+fluff fanfiction. Its not that long but idk how it has turned out. Just gave it a try, I hope you guys like it!]


Part 2 - Submissive Jeon

You slowly look over your magazine and shyly stare at that gorgeous being practicing his part in the studio room. You are part of the marketing team for BigHit Entertainment and its been over a year since you started working here. Everyone working in this company has been nice to you and even the members of BTS. But there was one guy from the group that caught your eye since you came to work in this company. It was Jeon Jungkook. Well, theres a reason for him to be called the Golden Maknae. Even if he’s the youngest of the group, he still looked manly enough for you to get dazzled by his charms. You are the same age as him too and your attraction towards him became stronger and stronger day by day. As its been a year working there, you are familiar with the members and are pretty close to most of them; especially Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon treats you as their sister. 

“Hey y/n! What you upto?” Hoseok suddenly appears and interrupts your thoughts about Jungkook. 

“Oh nothing! Umm..just going through this magazine haha..” you say with a nervous laugh.

“really..?” Hoseok asks with a curious look, “I thought you here for a meeting with the director?”

“Oh yeah that already finished. I’m just waiting for you guys actually, so we can all head to eat dinner?”

“Aw yeah! sure sis! I’ll call the other boys and we can leave!” Hoseok said happily and he went to call the other boys.

Your relationship with the boys were like that, pretty close like siblings except for Jungkook. There is this suddenly attraction towards him that you can’t let go off. You never had any feelings for other boys as you saw them as brothers but for Jungkook it was so different. 

The boys were ready to leave, sweaty and tired all of them rushed to the van to head for dinner. And of course you happened to have to sit next to Jungkook. Obviously the boys knew you have a crush on him, even Jungkook knows, you were that obvious since the beginning. You being the dumb you, just never thought anyone would know your feelings for him. 

“Hey” Jungkook said looking at you cutely

“uh hii..” you said shyly as your cheeks flushed and turned red completely.

Seeing this both Jimin and V gave a little giggle and Yoongi tired from their childishness said, “Ah both of you guys stop it! such babies, ugh god.”

All you could do was just turn away and look towards the window and not think about anything at all and as you were staring out from the window you can see Jungkook looking at you as his face reflects on the window mirror. Your face turns more red. 

Dinner was the usual. V, Jimin and Hoseok talking loudly and laughing at lame jokes, while Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jin talking silently about their future songs and then you and Jungkook just silent. You engage with V and all here and there but trail back to being quiet. You try talking to Jungkook but you just don’t have the guts to say a word properly to him. Every time you look at him, your heart races and your face turns red like a tomato. And you hated that completely.

It was time to leave, it was pretty late by then so you just decided to crash into their apartment that night. You have done that a couple of times already so it was no big deal for them either. You were pretty tired with all the work and obviously dealing with such feelings for Jungkook so you just planned that right when you reach their apartment you’re gonna go straight to the guest room and sleep. 

While you and Jungkook got of the van, the other boys were still on the bus and with a confused look both of you said at the same time, “hyungs, aren’t you all coming off?”

“Oh we forgot to tell you we were planning to go meet with our family, its been a while and plus weekend is here to so yeah. We will be here by tomorrow night hopefully.” Hoseok said simply.

You just stood there confused. Jungkook just asked plainly, “Hoseok Hyung, why didn’t you tell me that you guys are going, I would have planned too.”

“Ahh jungkook-ah, you can come tomorrow! Anyways see you guys, goodnight!” Hoseok said with a dorky smile, and all of them waved goodbye and left by the van.

You completely shocked, just stood there and didn’t know what to do.

“Well so its just you and me here tonight then, y/n.” Jungkook said looking at you.

“Uh..I think I should go home too then…” But you trailed off as Jungkook’s expression looked irritated, “Its already 11 pm, don’t go its not safe, leave tomorrow morning,” 

Your face turning red again, you just agreed and went with him towards the apartment. You felt angry and stupid for deciding to stay there for the night as you didn’t think that the other hyungs would be leaving. Now you are with Jungkook, just you and him; part of you is super excited but the other part is just plane nervousness.

“Do you want to watch any movie or anything?” Jungkook asked staring at you.

“Umm no thanks, Ill pass. Im pretty tired, Ill just go to sleep.” you said in a hurry and rush to the guest room without waiting for his response. 

As you look went inside the room, you realized there were no extra set of clothes. “Oh great” you thought. 

There’s a knock on the door and you go open it and of course Jungkook is there with a set of clothes, all neatly folded for you. You look surprised and just said thanks and shut the door close quickly. You can hear Jungkook sigh and leave. You feel bad but what can you do? You love him, but you are too scared, too embarrassed to know what he feels about you. 

You change your clothes, you take of your undergarments and just wear the big tee (obviously which is Jungkook’s) and boxers. You feel nice wearing them, and imagine Jungkook’s hand sliding through the tshirt, kissing your neck and then slowly your lips. All of a sudden you are so turned on that your heart starts beating rapidly. You didn’t know what to do, you can’t feel this way. You decide to get some water to calm yourself and believe that Jungkook is already asleep. 

You slowly tip-toe and walk towards the kitchen and get a glass of water. While you are drinking the water, you turn around and Jungkook is right infront of you that you get so scared, all the water spills over your shirt. 

“Jungkook! You scared me! what are you doing here?” you say with a fright. 

Jungkook’s eyes wonder towards your chest, as the water spills on the shirt, he could see your exposed breast transparent through the shirt. 

“Uh..I..umm..” He can’t say a word. And you realize it as you look down whats going on; you cover your chest with your hands.

“I..just came to get water..I’ll leave,” You say in a nervous tone and try to hurry of when suddenly Jungkook grips your waist and pull you close to him.

“Jungook-ah, what are you doing?” You said sounding panicked and trying to get loose. 

“i know you like me y/n. How long are you going to hide it?”

“What?! Jungkook, what are you saying, I don’t understand” you say as you try not to look at him and feeling surprised. 

“Even the director knows that you like me. When are you going to admit it, huh?” He said kind of sounding as demanding.

“Jungkook-ah,” you say looking up at him finally, staring at his dark brown eyes, those mysterious eyes that makes your heart melt, “I like you.”

Those three words are all it takes, and suddenly he picked you up and took you to his room.

You both can feel the tension rising and he slowly laid you on the bed. he gently came on top of you and starts kissing your neck. You get turned on more and you can feel his bulge getting bigger. He slowly grinds it on you and you give a small moan. 

“Jungkook-ah,” you say softly, and he starts to get a bit more aggressive. 

“You don’t know how much I longed this, y/n” he says looking straight at you, “I waited for you to tell me how you felt but you never told me.” 

“I was embarrassed, and I still don’t know how you feel about me.” You say with a sad tone.

“How I feel?” Jungkook gave a small giggle, “If I didn’t have any feelings for you, I wouldn’t be doing all this, would I?”

“So you like me?” You said as your eyes widened.

“Of course I do, you silly!” and he slid his slender hands through the tshirt and finally too it off. His shirt was long gone as well. He pulled down your boxers, “Damn you are so wet,” and you turn away embarrassed. 

“You are so beautiful,” he said as he kissed your neck and then your lips again. He looked up at you and said, “You want this right? you okay with this?” with concern in his eyes.

“Y-yes..” you say and thats all it took for him and he went crazy. his boxer was still on but you were completely undressed. He kisses your hard nips and you give out small moans. He finally pulls down his boxers and puts the rubber on and starts teasing you.

“Jungkook, stop teasing me, ahhh” you scream.

He grins and them he thumps it in finally and you can feel the ecstasy. You can’t feel anything but his touch. Hes in you and you moan loudly and scream his name. “Jungkook, ahh don’t stop please.” He goes faster and faster till both of you come. It is the first time for both of you and it was awkward a bit but then you both accompanied each other through it. 

Tired, he collapses on top of you and you can feel his grunts on your ears. “We should clean up” he says and lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom. Both of you clean up and he carries you again and takes you to bed, wrapping you with a warm blanket.

“I can’t believe we just did this. All I said was I like you,” you say with a small laugh while looking at him.

“I like you too,” he says with a smile and kisses you passionately. Within moments both of you trail of to sleep…

Request: BTS reaction to seeing you naked for the first time

“Anonymous asked:

‘Do a BTS reaction to seeing you naked for the first time please.’”

A/N: I don’t want to offend anymore with having Jungkookie apart of this. I will include him but his is going to be a little different. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say…also I didn’t know if you meant they saw you naked by accident or on purpose so I’m just going to do it by accident if that’s ok xD

Jin: Both you and Jin were picking your outfit for the day. You both wanted to look nice because you were meeting his parents today. Jin was in your shared bedroom while you were in the bathroom with the door creaked open. You held up two shirts in the bathroom mirror. 

“Blue or green…’ you muttered to yourself as you debated. ‘This is so difficult.’ you thought to yourself. ‘I like the blue but the green would go better…’ you sighed.

Meanwhile while you were debating, Jin was looking your bedroom mirror checking out the shirt he put on. ‘I think I’ll choose this one.’ he thought to himself. As he was looking in the mirror something caught his eye. He could see your reflection from the bathroom debating what shirt to wear…naked! He blushed and was too shy to say anything. 

After a minute or two of his eyes wandering your body he finally gathered courage to speak. “I like the blue one.” he said while smirking and giving you a thumbs up. Confused on how he knew what colored shirts you had, you called back, “How do you know I which colored shirts I have?” 

Once you realized the situation you slammed the door close. “Pervert!” you yelled and smiled to yourself. “All I said was the blue looked good on you!” he said laughing, trying to act innocent.

Suga: Beep. Beep. Beep‘Ugh work.’ you thought to yourself. ‘Thank goodness Suga is a deep sleeper.’

You squirmed out of his embrace to take a shower. It wasn’t that dark but dark enough in the room so you started to undress yourself. Midway of your un-dressing you heard a faint sound of a voice. 

‘Sounded like the word woah?’ you questioned.

 Thinking it was an intruder you quickly put your clothing back on and turned on the lights. There Suga was squinting, his eyes adjusting to the new light. “Hey babe…” Suga said in his raspy morning voice. “Why did you stop?” he asked jokingly. You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Pabo I wouldn’t have if you didn’t make a sound.” 

You walked to the bathroom to undress there just to tease him. On the other side of the door you heard,

J-Hope: You started washing the dishes after the two of you ate dinner. 

“Movie night?” J-Hope asked as he wrapped his arms around you. “Yes! Yay! I’ll make the popcorn. Let me just change into PJs first. I’ll shall be right back!” you said laughing.

 As you were changing J-Hope went to look for movies. ‘Where was that one movie that (Y/N) wanted to see? Oh yea! It’s in the bedroom!’ he thought. The bedroom door was unlocked so he assumed you were in the bathroom changing. J-Hope walked in and stood there shocked. 

The moment J-hope saw you naked he immediately turned shy which was unlike himself and put his hands to his cheeks blushing like crazy. *gif* “U-um Jagiya…I uh.” he stuttered. You turned around and saw him there. You quickly jumped behind the bed hiding from him. “” you asked him. 

“I-I was looking for the movie you wanted to see…” he said sheepishly. He quickly grabbed the movie off the dresser and left with the tiniest smirk on his face. 

Rapmonster: “I love you Namjoon but I’m just too damn tired because of work. I’m just going to take a nap. Sorry babe.” you said as you came from work. Namjoon understood you were tired because he’ll come home saying the same thing. 

“It’s ok I understand Jagiya. Can I take a nap with you?” he asked with hope in his eyes. You just yawned and said sure. You both walked into the room and Namjoon sat down on the bed. You started to change into your more comfortable clothes. You were so tired that you forgot Namjoon was there. Namjoon sat there wide eyes with a smile on his face. When you were almost done changing he was so focused he fell off the bed. He got up and brushed it off, acting all cool. 

“Huh? What was that?” you asked as you yawned again. “Nothing Jagiya just rest ok? You need it.” he replied smiling still. You both fell alseep.

                                                  *Time skip*

 Later on when you woke up from your nap Namjoon was really happy for some reason. 

“Why are you so happy all of a sudden?” you asked him.

“No reason.” he said smirking. 

Jimin: You and Jimin were at the beach relaxing and having a good time. “Jagiya let’s go in the water!” he cheered. You laughed and you both ran to the water. As it reached you knees, you giggled and said, “It’s cold!” You felt hands around you neck and waist as Jimin picked you up and playfully threw you in the ocean. You  swam back to the surface and splashed him for revenge. He didn’t try to dodged it and just stood there. 

“Oi pabo you’re supposed to fight back!” you laughed at him. He tried to tell you your top and bottom fell off (he couldn’t tell if your bottom came off or not). *gif* He instantly became shy unlike the bold, cheeky Jimin. You look down and blushed. You turned away and covered yourself. 

“Help me find me top!” you squeaked. He realized what was happening and started to laugh. “Come on pretty please Jimin!” you whined. After his little laughing session he started to look and eventually found your top. “I don’t want to give it back…” he pouted. 

“If you do you’ll see more than what you saw earlier.” you replied slyly. He quickly rushed you to put it back on. Though in reality, he wasn’t going to see anything later because he teased you earlier. It only makes sense that you tease him back ;) 

V: (This one seems a little stupid xD)

“Crap! I’m late for work! I took too long in the shower!” you yelled from the bathroom. 

You ran to the kitchen to gt yourself some coffee to wake yourself up and V was there at the table in his own little world. As soon as you ran into the kitchen, his attention was all on you. His was so focused on you and had his chin in his hand. *gif* 

“Babe are you forgetting something?” he giggled. He eyes weren’t looking at you directly but somewhere else on your body. Your eyes went wide and threw a kitchen towel at him and ran away hearing his laugh in the background.  You are a very forgetful person. Very forgetful. Very.

Jungkookie: You were going to change into your Pjs when you heard the door quietly open and close. Knowing it was Jungkook, you decided to tease him a little bit. Your back facing him, you started to slowly take off your shirt. Your arms hugged the back of your shirt as you lifted your shirt upwards. Jungkook smiled and went wide eyed. Before your shirt even reached your belly button you turned around and yelled “Pervert!” *gif* 

anonymous asked:

Written senario please! :) Can I request for a senario where BTS gets on the same plane as you and they think you are gorgeous and tries to talk to you? Gah sorry if it sounds boring! ;-; Love your blog btw! ♡

SOOO. These requests slightly confuse me, BUT I TRIED! Thanks for the request!! ^_^ Enjoy!!


“She’s gorgeous,” Jimin said, staring at her.

“Phenomenal,” Jin said, smiling softly.

“The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” Suga said, dreamily.

“Where’s Taehyung?” Rap Monster asked, looking around.

The boys looked around for him, but he was no where. They brushed it off, staring at the beautiful girl again when they saw V talking to her.

“Ahh!” J-Hope said in a high pitched voice, causing people to stare.

“Shush, Hoseok!” Rap Monster scolded.

“What do we do?! She can’t date that… that alien!” Jungkook complained.

“Jungkook, be nice,” Jin said, pointing an accusing finger. “She probably won’t date a 12 year old either,”

“YAH!” Jungkook shouted, glaring at his hyung.

“All of you, shut up!” Rap Monster said threw gritted teeth.

V continued to talk sweetly to the beautiful girl, who would laugh every now and then. She handed him a slip of paper and he smiled at her, thanking her. He practically skipped back to his brothers, a bright smile on his face. They stared in disbelief as the young alien sat down.

“What?” He asked them, frowning.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?” J-Hope whisper-yelled at him. V smiled, blushing slightly.

“Just that she was really pretty,” He replied softly. “And she gave me her number!” He exclaimed.

“WHAT?!” All the boys shouted. Some people groaned, and they looked around, apologizing profusely.

“How did you manage that?!” Jimin asked angrily.

“Easy. She said I was cute, and handed me the slip of paper!” He replied, a bright smile. They all glared at him, making him cower.

“Okay, guys. We have about,” Rap Monster looked at his bare wrist, “Six more hours on this flight,”

“And?” Jin asked, curiously.

“And whoever gets her to say you’re cute, wins,” He said, smirking.

“But, she already said I’m cute,” V said, raising an eyebrow.

“Ugh, you’re right…” Rap Monster mumbled, crossing his arms.

“How about whoever gets to take her on a date when we land?” J-Hope asked, a devilish smile on his lips.

“DEAL!” The rest shouted, putting their hands in to seal the deal.

“Now, let’s see who wins this,”

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~Admin VJinHope<3


Calum Hood, the schools golden boy. He’s the reason that the varsity team is undefeated for four years. He’s got perfect grades, a scholarship to one of the best colleges in the country. But no one knows his secret, that his passion for music is bigger than his passion for soccer. And what happens when Ember Williams finds out that secret? Read to find out! 


Calum’s POV

After ice skating for an hour longer, we decided to leave. Ember fell a total of five times. She gave up, and asked to leave, so I agreed.

We went to get some hot chocolate, and walked around for a little while. I was in pure bliss, walking around alone with Ember, no distractions, no school, no family, just us. I couldn’t help but grin at her every time she smiled or blushed.

After walking around, it got cold, and late, so we decided to go home. As I drove her home, I was kinda depressed that our date has to be over. I wanted more time alone with her.

“We need to to this a lot. I love having you to myself,” I admitted.

Although it was dark I know that her cheeks turned red. She nodded and mumbled an agreement.

Once we got to her house, I walked her to her front door as usual. We sat there in each other’s arms for a few minutes, then she went inside after a long goodnight kiss.

As I drove home, all I could think of is how amazing my life is, all because of one girl.

Ember’s POV

“So, how was your first date?” Jess asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

I roll my eyes, and blush, “It was amazing. We went to this cute little diner, then ice skating. After that we got hot chocolate and walked around for a little while”

Kim grins when she hears “ice skating.” Her and Jess both squeal. Because I had a date with Calum yesterday, we moved our traditional Friday night sleepover, to Saturday. Right now we’re sitting in my room, watching a movie that no one is paying attention to, and talking about whatever we want. It just turns out that right now we’re talking about my love life.

“Aw how cute!” Kim exclaims, shoving a handful of skittles into her mouth.

“And romantic!” Jess adds.

I blush even harder, and nod, “It was… What about you and Tyler? Have you gone on any dates?” I ask, trying to get the attention away from me.

She smiles and bites her lip, “We’ve gone to the movies, but he’s not really one to go on dates…”

I don’t understand what she meant, but Jess gasps. I furrow my eyebrows at her, and her eyes widen.

“You know, they don’t go on any dates,” she says, and I still don’t get it.

“So?” I ask, and grab a handful of popcorn.

“So what else are they gonna do if they don’t go on dates?” Her eyebrows lift, and she expects me to get it.

“I don’t know, hang out, watch movies, be together,” I list, my mouth full of popcorn.

“Well they are together, literally.” She mumbles.

Kim slaps Jess’s arm, causing the M&M’s in her hand to fly everywhere. I sigh, not bother to tell her to clean it up, because I know she won’t.

“Ow!” Jess whines, and glares at Kim.

“Well you…” they start to argue, and I sit there, still confused.

There’s plenty of things you could do as a couple, and not go on dates. You could watch a movie or TV show at home, you could make food together, you could basically do anything. I don’t get what she means at all.

“Guys, guys!” I stop them from arguing, “I still don’t know what you mean.”

“They have sex for god’s sakes!” Jess exclaims, and Kim slaps a hand to her forehead.

“Oh…” my face distorts to disgust.

“Now don’t tell me that you and Calum don’t do it, you two practically eat each others faces off every time you see each other!” Kim glares, annoyed by the look on my face.

I blush, and shake my head. I start to play with the popcorn kernels, forming them into random shapes.

“Wait, you two haven’t done it?” Jess asks, her eyes wide.

“No!” I exclaim, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the situation.

“Wow,” Kim says, then goes quiet

“Yeah, wow,” Jess repeats.

I look down at the odd shape of the popcorn kernels in my hands, utterly embarrassed. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with us not having sex yet. I’m not ready for it, and Calum respects it. Plus we just became a couple last week, and I don’t want to rush things.

“Hey, don’t worry, that’s awesome if you’re waiting,” Jess pushes my shoulder playfully.

I look up at her, to see if she’s serious. She gives me a sweet smile, and I know that what she said is genuine. I nod at her, and look away, still slightly embarrassed.

“So how’s Andrew, Jess?” Kim speaks up, thankfully changing the topic of the conversation once more.

I notice Jess’s cheeks turn red, and she starts to play with her hair. They’d been texting each other ever since the night at the pizza joint after the soccer game that Calum asked me to prom in the middle of. I didn’t know that it was anything serious, but her actions are clear, she likes him.

“He’s good,” she vaguely replies, and takes a drink out of her water bottle.

“How good is he?” Kim sniggers, and Jess spits out her water, everywhere.

“Kim!” I yell, and jump up to get a towel. All she does is burst into laughter, while Jess is choking, and I’m trying to clean my room. After a few minutes everything is dry, and Jess has stopped choking. Kim still sits there, laughing hysterically, clutching her stomach.

“Oh my god…. I’m sorry…. that was just…. hilarious,” she says in between laughs. Her laughter dies down and she wipes the tears from her eyes.

“That was not hilarious,” Jess says through gritted teeth.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I really do want to hear about him though,” she says genuinely.

Jess sighs, but starts to speak anyway, “He’s really sweet. Like the sweetest guy I’ve dated.”

“Wait you guys are dating?” I interrupt her.

Her cheeks turn bright red, “Yeah.”

“For how long?!” Kim practically shouts.

“Since Thursday, when he asked me to prom”, She smiles a she speaks

“Oh my god!” Kim and I squeal at the same time.

“Wait that means we’ve all been asked to senior prom,” Kim realizes. Earlier she announced that

Tyler asked her prom, and of course she said yes.

“I never thought this would happen,” I mutter, amazed.

“I know,” Jess agrees.

We all sit in silence for a few moments. I never thought I’d even get asked to my own senior prom. Now I’ve been asked to Calum’s while I’m a junior. It’s just so surreal to me. I know Kim would get asked, she’s, pretty well known to the guys at our school. As for Jess, I had no doubt that she wouldn’t get asked, she’s so pretty and nice to anyone. I just never thought I’d get asked.

“We have to go shopping for dresses together!” Jess exclaims, interrupting my thoughts.

Kim agrees, and I do too. Suddenly I get an idea.

“We should do it soon. Calum’s sister is in town, and I think I might ask her to come with. Because she knows Calum the best,” I explain.

“Yeah that’s a great idea! The more the merrier,” Jess winks

I smile at her, “So when should we go?”

“How about Tuesday? The boys all have soccer practice late that night,” Kim says.

“They’re all on the team, I totally forgot that. Wow. But yeah, Tuesday sounds good,” Jess says.

I nod agreeing with her on both subjects. That it’s weird that we’re all dating seniors on the varsity soccer team, and that Tuesday would work. I pull out my phone to text Mali.

A few minutes later she replies saying she’d come with, “Tuesday it is.”

“What about this one?” Jess holds up a strapless blue dress that is way too puffy, and short for my liking.

I shake my head for what seems to be the millionth time today.

“Ugh come on just choose a damn dress, this is taking way too long,” Kim groans, tired of dress shopping.

We’ve been shopping for nearly five hours, and haven’t stopped since. It only took just over an hour to find Kim’s dress, a sexy dark red V-neck dress with long sleeves. She matched it with black pumps and some jewelry that looked good with it. She looks amazing in the dress, and she knows it. It took a little longer to find Jess the perfect dress, but eventually we did find it. Hers is a bright pink gown that reminded me of a wedding cake. It’s strapless, and has a sweetheart neckline, with silver studs bordering the top of the dress. It’s straight, but extremely puffy, with many layers of material to make the dress even bigger. She got sparkly silver pumps, and matching jewelry as well. As for me, I have found nothing that 1.) Looks good on me at all and 2.) I like the slightest bit.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t find anything,” I exclaim, just as frustrated as Kim.

She gives me a look, and I groan, “You no what, I’m never going to find anything that I look good in. I’ll just tell Calum that I’m not going, and to take someone else. It’s fine,” I ramble, and start to walk away.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t think like that. We will find you a dress that looks amazing on you, and you will go with Calum. There’s no way he’d take anyone but you. Don’t worry, we’ll find something, I promise,” Mali says sincerely after grabbing my arm, stopping me from leaving.

I sigh, but nod my head, hoping that she’s true. She gives me a wide grin.

“Good, now go try these on,” She shoves another pile of dresses, and pushes me towards the dressing rooms.

I try each of them on, and hate all of them. Most of them wouldn’t even zip up because they were too small, and they were the largest sizes! After I change back into my plain t shirt and jeans, I just stare at myself in the mirror. I pick out every flaw I have, my thick thighs, big stomach, not even relatively pretty face. All I can think is, How does Calum even like me?

I begin to break down, tears of frustration, and self hatred well up in my eyes. I try to blink them away, but they stream down my face. I try to get myself to stop crying, but nothing works. Now that I’ve started, it only gets worse.

“Ember, do you like any?” I hear Mali’s voice from behind the door.

“No,” I sniffle.

“Are you okay?” She sounds genuinely concerned.

A sob leaves my mouth, “No.”

“Let me in Ember, please.”

I unlock the latch on the door, and sit down on the bench. I look up to see Mali’s face full of concern. Immediately I’m embarrassed that she’s seeing me like this.

“What’s wrong?” She crouches down to be at eye level with me.

“None of them even fit,” I mutter, and more tears stream down my face.

“Oh honey that’s okay we’ll find one that does,” She reaches out and wipes a stray tear away.

I shake my head, “No we won’t, you don’t understand. This doesn’t ever happen to you, because there’s always have something your size,” I gesture to her flat stomach and small waist.

She frowns at me, but pulls me into a hug, not saying anything. We stay like this for a few minutes until my tears die down, and my breathing is steady. Eventually she pulls away from me, but stays crouched down in front of me.

“I need you to remember this. Calum loves you, for who you are. He doesn’t care that you’re bigger, in fact, he loves you even more for it. Everyone loves you for who you are, so it shouldn’t matter how much you weigh. You need to start loving yourself for who you are, because your opinion is really the only one that counts. You are a talented, kind hearted girl, who is gorgeous not just on the outside, but on the inside as well, you gotta start believing that.”

The way she speaks, and the look in her eyes, make me believe every word of what she says. She smiles at me, causing me to smile back at her.

“Now come on, we’ve got a dress to find, that will make my little brothers jaw fall to the ground, and I think I saw the perfect one,” She grins and slings an arm around my shoulder, walking me back to the dresses.

It feels like I have an older sister, and I couldn’t be more happy about it.

Chapter 13! Woohoooo

More bonding with Mali, and Ember gets deep.

Honestly, this is an experience that has happened to me. (not exactly in the same context, but you know what I mean) I’ve broken down in a dressing room, and can I just say, it freaking sucks.

Guys, you’re all beautiful inside and out, please know that.

I love you all.

<3 <3 <3

Just FYI, the next chapter is most likely the last chapter of this story. I’ve written basically everything I had planned at the beginning of the story, plus more, and I’m pretty happy.

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