when he first started singing 'river' i knew i was done for with this character

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Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: It´s a hot summer day on set and Yoongi can´t handle watching you lick a popsicle without wanting to fulfill his fantasies.

Word count: 4.326

Genre: Smut

Warnings: graphic smut.

Author´s note: This was on private but I´ve arranged it so that I can  repost it since I had to correct a few things.

It´s smutty and I´m not ashamed lol

You hadn´t planned this at all. You were supposed to be in your apartment, probably taking a nap or watching one of those movies that made you cry rivers even if you couldn´t relate to the character´s love life in any way possible. Yet when you had received a rushed and frantic call from your boss saying they needed you for today´s shoot, you had submitted to readjusting your plans and had driven all the way up to a forest in the middle of nowhere after cursing in three different languages. And now, there you were, almost whining at the lost of your day off.

On top of that, it was bloody hot. You squinted your eyes trying to block the sun as you made your way through the crowd, cameras already placed all over and staff members running across the set almost bumping into you and barely muttering an apology. There were various insects in the air that added up to the dry ambient and the fact that there wasn´t a single tree near enough to shelter under its shadow didn´t help at all. Your hands worked with a hair tie tying all the strands into a bun in an attempt to cool off and, slapping a mosquito that you had caught trying to suck your blood, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. Coming here - you could´ve rejected it, but it would only make you feel more miserable.

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Up and down

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: It´s a hot summer day on set and Yoongi can´t handle watching you lick a popsicle without wanting to fulfill his fantasies.

Word count: 4.326

Genre: Smut

Warnings: graphic smut.

Author´s note: This was on private but I´ve arranged it so that I can  repost it since I had to correct a few things.

It´s smutty and I´m not ashamed lol


You hadn´t planned this at all. You were supposed to be in your apartment, probably taking a nap or watching one of those movies that made you cry rivers even if you couldn´t relate to the character´s love life in any way possible. Yet when you had received a rushed and frantic call from your boss saying they needed you for today´s shoot, you had submitted to readjusting your plans and had driven all the way up to a forest in the middle of nowhere after cursing in three different languages. And now, there you were, almost whining at the lost of your day off.

On top of that, it was bloody hot. You squinted your eyes trying to block the sun as you made your way through the crowd, cameras already placed all over and staff members running across the set almost bumping into you and barely muttering an apology. There were various insects in the air that added up to the dry ambient and the fact that there wasn´t a single tree near enough to shelter under its shadow didn´t help at all. Your hands worked with a hair tie tying all the strands into a bun in an attempt to cool off and, slapping a mosquito that you had caught trying to suck your blood, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. Coming here - you could´ve rejected it, but it would only make you feel more miserable.

“Hey, you look pissed as fuck”

When you had agreed to come you hadn´t even thought about what exactly did they needed you for, but when you turned around to find Seokjin shyly smiling at you there wasn´t anything left to wonder. They wanted you to dance. Great.

“Having trouble with the choreography?”

You tried sounding as relaxed as possible. Above everything, you loved your job, no matter the circumstances. And as much as the day wasn´t going as you´d like to, Seokjin didn´t deserve your grumpiness, no less knowing how insecure he felt about his dancing skills.

“The other boys are busy having their pictures taken. I´m sorry they dragged you over here just to bare with my clumsiness”

One of your hands was placed on his shoulder and you gave him a reassuring smile. You´d sure prefer to be sprawled across your bed sipping on some kind of alcohol but, this was better for your health, you guessed. Besides, it wasn´t the first time something like this happened. Several times had you gotten your plans cancelled because the company needed some last second help.

“It´s no big deal. Let´s just find a spot where we won´t get burned by the sun and I´ll help you”

It turned out teaching the steps to Seokjin was quite fun. He had trouble with the body rolls and some of the footwork, but he knew how to laugh at himself when he made a mistake. He also had an easy way to make giggles escape your mouth, imitating the birds that were happily singing behind the branches or telling one of his dad jokes. He was about to finish one when someone appeared next to the pair of you

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Welcome back to the Penguin Teen Author Spotlight, and a special welcome to the wonderful Jandy Nelson, who took a little break from her book tour to chat with us. We know it’s only been two days since I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN went on sale, but we’re betting many of you have already torn through it (go ahead, try to put it down once you’ve started, we dare you). So whether you haven’t yet started or you’re already done, stick around for a few to get to know the mastermind behind one of the most affecting books you’ll read this year! 

Name: Jandy Nelson

Novel: I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN

Available: September 16, 2014

Who’s your favorite author, living or dead?

Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Virginia Woolf. Tie for first.

What’s your favorite thing about your book?

It’s done finally! And also: Noah’s invisible paintings.

If you could spend one year on a deserted island with one character from literature, who would you choose?

Heathcliff, for obvious reasons.

Where do you write?

I work in complete darkness like a lunatic mole so unfortunately I can’t take a picture. It’s a pitch-black room with sound machine blasting and I also wear earplugs. The computer screen provides the only light and it’s like a portal into the story. It’s fantastic!

Who is your favorite hero or heroine of history?

The guy who hid a family of Jews for all of World War II and no one ever knew he did it. He/she is my favorite hero/heroine all across history. The secret unheralded ones who perform heroic acts of charity/bravery/compassion/kindness without acknowledgement.

Do you tweet? What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever tweeted?

I am SO not a funny tweeter! I’m way too slow for twitter! It’s like being in a room with billions of crazy birds.

What is your favorite season?

I love melting, sweltering heat, but summer in San Francisco, where I’ve lived for 27 years, is pretty much of a tundra experience. I think I’d be a good candidate to live on Venus where I hear the daytime temperature is around 900 degrees.

If you could teleport anywhere in the known universe right now, where would you go?

I’m quite happy in my house at the moment! I just painted all my walls the coolest shades of coral. Oh, I know! Changed my mind! I’ll go here:

  

Do you have any writing rituals?

See question #4. And I also abide by John Dufresne’s First Commandment of Writing Fiction, which is: “Sit Your Ass in the Chair. And sit it there daily. Slap on a seatbelt if you must, but sit.” Here’s a photo of my lucky writing chair to prove my devotion to the ritual of sitting the butt down! (Because of its extraordinary luckiness I can never replace it! No matter what.)

 

What is your idea of earthly happiness?

Being on a roll with the writing. But after that great writing day I want to go on a picnic with everyone I love, (both living and dead if possible), where we will all eat crusty bread with this amazing cheese I just discovered called Bonne Bouche and drink Chateauneuf-du-Pape in the sunshine by a river, trees swaying, birds chirping, the whole marvelous shebang.

What is the best concert you’ve ever been to?

I used to live in Paris and I hung out at a bar called Le Mazet. It’s changed now, but then it was the only place in Paris where buskers could exchange the coins they made playing music on the streets into bills—so there were these amazing nights when all these blues/punk/flamenco/rock/folk/classical/gospel/every-kind-on-earth musicians would be there at the same time, all playing together. It was some of the best live music I’ve ever heard, night after night—but there was this one night I remember that just had a sublime, synergistic combination of musicians playing and singing together and I swear the whole place rocketed straight into the stratosphere. That was the one!

What are you currently working on?

My new novel, THE FALL BOYS & DIZZY IN PARADISE, is about two brothers and a sister living in a hot, dusty Northern California vineyard town called Paradise. Their father mysteriously disappeared sixteen years earlier and the story begins when this strange, enigmatic girl shows up and sends all their lives into tumult. Like I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN, it’s a love(s) story (many different kinds of love), but this one has some serious trumpet playing, food making, grape crushing, break ins and outs, dreams shattered and pieced back together, time lost, love lost and found, and a band called Hell Hyena and the Furniture. I’m really excited about it!

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So are we, Jandy! 

Keep up with Jandy on Twitter or by visiting her website!

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Iwaoi ficlet- Confession

Have a short-ish drabble I wrote for the prompt “confession while the other is asleep”! (Or so Iwaizumi thinks) Alternatively titled, Mastering the act of pretending to be unconscious by Oikawa Tooru

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“I think Kunimi would most likely be an alien,” Oikawa mumbles, burying his face in the blankets, “He does this shifty stare sometimes like he knows I know too much.”

“Stop second-guessing your own teammates, you’ve literally been playing volleyball with him for two years.” Iwaizumi braces his head against his arms and looks up at Oikawa’s ceiling, which has glow in the dark stars smattered haphazardly over its surface. Oikawa claims there is beauty in the chaos, but Iwaizumi thinks Oikawa was just lazy.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t think you’re an alien,” the ball of blankets which is Oikawa shifts vaguely in Iwaizumi’s direction, “You’re too dense to be one.”

Iwaizumi has no energy to inflict any sort of force on his swaddled-up friend and instead makes a threatening noise in the back of his throat. “I keep telling you, even if aliens did exist, they wouldn’t choose your school out of the millions to infiltrate and assimilate into. Why Japan, even? If you’re gonna fantasise about it at least use logic.”

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