why dont you rip my heart out and step on it

His || Jungkook || 0.8

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Trans Headcanons! (Mostly Lance & Keith)

so these are gonna be super long lmao I’m so sorry in advance

Lance: make sure you dont bind with Ace Bandages!! dont wear ur binder for more than 8 hours!! be safe and dont exercise with ur binder on!!!
- Keith, wheezing and sweating as he pulls his shirt up to expose bandages wrapped in duct tape: we die like men

- also!! keith sometimes just runs his hand over the front of his binder just to feel the flatness??
- cuz its obviously not totally flat instantly cuz binders can’t do that
- but it flatter than it WAS and GOD that feels great???
- its a calming mech

- you can’t just,,, get testosterone in space without like talking to people and lance is too nervous ??

- well not nervous more worried?? how the team will seem him

- so eventually shit like his period and junk starts coming back

- and it happens in the middle of a battle and

- he just starts crying because oh my god he thought he was done with these

- the only people who know are hunk and pidge cause they shared a room with him

- (that’s why Pidge felt comfortable as coming out as a trans girl)

- he’s just scared to tell keith and Shiro because they’re so hyper masculine and he doesn’t know if they’ll treat him the same

- and then he comes out (with the support of his Best Buds) and like Keith is just staring at him with this wide-eyed stare

- and shiro’s trying to say it’s fine and everything’s chill and keith just abruptly stands up and rips his heckin shirt off

- bam that’s a heckin binder

- lance walks around the castle in just his binder and jeans
- because it makes him feel like he’s walking around shirtless
- like a cis boy

- one time hunk sat on a transphobe because like??
- lance came out while at the garrison because he was away from his heavily religious family
- (he loves his family very dearly and because of that he’s scared to come out to them because of the slim chance they might react negatively. his poor momma’s boy heart couldn’t take it)
- and because of that he had to deal with the odd transphobe refusing to call him the right name or out right calling him a tr//nny ??
hand one time hunk got fed up about these two guys who wouldn’t shut up about it
- and he could see lance clenching his fists because he wants to fight back but at the same time being worried about getting kicked out by transphobic administrators?
- and hunk knows if he fights them they’ll get expelled so he walks over, pushes them over, and fucking sits on them.
- Pidge walks over and sits on hunks lap while lance giggles through angry tears

- some rando: *transphobic slur!!!!*
- somewhere in the distance the floor shakes as though a giant step has been taken
- some rando, turning around: wha
- there’s fucking Pidge standing there with an angry glare on their face in this fucking fighting stance??
- (Pidge was the one who made the ground shake)
- and then just hunk standing behind them frowning
- hunk: what’d you say??
- pidge, running over to trip them with their gremlin strength
- hunk, walking over and carefully sitting on them so they can’t move but theyre not hurt because he ain’t tryin to kill no body

- lance sewed a ‘VOL’ onto his binder and ’..VOLTRON?’ onto keith’s

-one time someone asks for Lance’s birth name
- (‘I just wanna know!!!’)
- and Lance just stares at them with a vacant smile for like 5 minutes
- like “this is…fine”

- Imagine like they’re doing a mission and some alien mistakes lance for a female
- (because his voice or something)
- and Keith is out for blood.
- Like if it was an enemy, rip them
- If it was an ally they were saving, shiro has to hold Keith back.

- lance paints his nails because gender roles are for transphobes

- on his period lance NEEDS Disney movies and things to hug
- so the whole squad piles in the 'living room’ and watches his faves
- he sits in Hunk’s lap
- or hug’s Shiro’s human arm
- or lays his head in Keith’s lap
- or sits leaning against Pidge
- and its just a good fuckin’ time

- one time allura heard lance was on his 'period’
- and brought him sweet things that tasted like human 'chocolates’
- (she tested on Pidge and Hunk)
-  and Lance starts crying and hugging her
-  because his sister used to bring him sweets and he misses her and allura reminds him of her so much
-  and from that day on her never flirts with her ever
- and instead calls her like,, Hermana a lot


- one time keith accidentally called lance some feminine nickname
- before he found out lance was trans
-  and like,,, he was talking about his skin care
-  and keith was tired so he snapped like
-  'okay we get it, Princess’
- and Lance just barely falters
- before forcing a smile
- and making a joke like 'look down you’re talking your highness!!
- or smt
- but later he lays in bed
- tears sliding down his cheeks silently
- as 'princess’ bounces in his head

- Shiro is nonbinary
- still uses he/him pronouns
- in his own words:
- “Gender? I’m too stressed for that.“

- Pidge is a trans girl
- she answers to Katie or Pidge
- She is the person Lance goes to when he’s feeling Dysphoric before coming out

- Hunk is an angel.
- Gender?? What’s Gender there is only Hunk.
- if they’re being real, they don’t actually know but they’re happy.

Feel free to add more!!!

The Moon Loves The Sun-Young!SiriusxReader

Originally posted by sirenscurses

Word Count: 1014

Warning(s): Angst???

Request: hello! I dont know if you do any marauders oneshots but if you do can you write one where the reader and sirius are dating and they get in a huge fight and remus is the one to push the reader back to sirius???? 

A/N: This was hella fun to write

“No, you’re right Sirius! It’s always my fault! I’m always the bad guy!”, you yelled tears threatening to pierce through your eyes as you slammed the palm of your hand against Sirius’s chest.

“I never said that! This is what I am talking about! You always jump to conclusions without consulting me first!”, He yelled back not daring to break eye-contact. All you saw was blue. Blue like the tears streaming down your cream-colored face,  like the stone necklace that Sirius gave you for your first anniversary that seemed to now burn at your throat, and like the roses Sirius would give you after whispering ‘I love you’. You distinctly remembering the first time you two admitted your feeling towards one another. It was during the fifth year, somehow the two of you went from talking about how you managed to fail your potions class to confessing your acquired adoration for each other. With him asking timidly at the end, ‘can I kiss you?’.

Tightening a grip on Sirius’s jumper, you held him close to you.

“And you, you bastard never take my side! You’re always so kept to yourself! Never once have you came to me with a problem! I trusted you enough to let you in, but you couldn’t do the same! The only thing I ever needed was for you to need me, Sirius! That’s all I ever needed! Because I deserve somebody who gives a shit!”, you screamed even louder on the top of your lungs, causing your voice to crack. Sirius tried to take a step back, but you held onto his jumper even tighter not letting him leave. Straightening up his posture, Sirius glared at you, a hard cold glare. A glare he would give to someone like Bellatrix.

“Don’t you even dare Y/N! I loved you through everything, and you don’t even care! And you know what Y/N! I deeply wish that I never met you!”, Sirius screamed at me even louder with each sentence, his body trembled as his voice croaked with broken cries, before ripping your hand off of his jumper and running away. All you could do was stand there, sobbing loudly to yourself, grasping onto the single chair for support afraid that you might fall to the ground.

“Go after him Y/N”, You heard a raspy, cool voice of Remus lupin. Turning around to face the werewolf that you have became close mates with, you realize that you could barely even see him through your teary eyes.

“You know that it only hurts more when you stop pretending. ”, Remus continued on not bothering to move from the staircase that lead to the boys dorm, “So stop pretending that what Pad-I mean Sirius said hurt more than what you are letting on. Go after him and I predict that when you see him it’s going to hit you. Hit you like a muggle bus just crashed into your body breaking your soul into pieces and your heart in shattering glass fragments.”

“W-What are you talking about Remus”, you choked on your sobs trying to make process on what the lad was saying.

“I’m saying that it’s always been you and Sirius. Always. Ever since first year when you hated each other, no matter what you two will always love each other, so I don’t see why you are forcing him away, and him visa versa. But knowing how stubborn the both of you are, I am not telling-I am demanding that you go after Sirius and tell him. Tell him how you are feeling now. Or else I will drag you by your hair to him”, Remus didn’t say another word before storming back up the stairs.

Numbly you moved forward, towards the portrait that would lead you out of the common-room. Once outside the sound of a broken cry filled your ears. Sirius. He was more then crying, he was cursing to no one but himself. There he sat at the top of the moving staircase cursing and cursing to himself, and crying even louder. That’s when it hit you, it hit you harder than a muggle bus crashing into your body. It hit you more painfully than the curico curse. You collapsed down to the cold stone floor, clenching your chest above your heart. The pain was unbearable. Seeing Sirius the way he was puffy eyed, tear stained cheeks, messy destroyed locks of crow black hair, paler skin than the snow falling outside, and the look of death itself shadowing over his handsome face. Your heart was smashed, beaten, crumbled, torn apart, and shattered to the base of your chest like fine china.

“No-please. Please don’t leave me”, you cried broken and torn like your vocal cords yearned for fresh cool liquid, “Please Sirius, you’re the only good thing I have. I can’t-Don’t leave me”

You didn’t know if he could hear you and you sobbed on the hallway floor, it wasn’t until you felt those cold strong arms around your body. engulfing your body in a cold chill. The cold chill you have grown custom to after so many years of hugging, holding hands, colliding in the middle of the hallways, and sneaking kisses at midnight. Moving your body around so you would be able to hold onto the person who was your first kiss, your first love, your first friend, your first enemy, and the first person who you beat the crap out of when they accidently called you a ditzy little girl.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m sorry.”, Sirius’s wobbly voice spoke almost like the wind in the summer, soft and almost unnoticeable, “I will never leave you. Never. Just promise you won’t leave me”

His grip grew stronger around your body pulling you closer to him. Crying into his shoulder, all you could do was nod.

“Never, I would never leave you. Never. I love you”, You whispered over and over again. I love you.

You love Sirius the same way how the moon loves the sun, dying each day so the sun can live.

| Jumble | Peter Parker

this is literally just a crack fic, fair warning

*Soulmate Au - the first words your soulmate speaks to you on your body

[permanent + peter parker tag] : @osterfield-haz

You hated this city.

Quite so, you thought as you ducked for cover underneath the table, just in time for the door to explode open.

“Always something,” you muttered angrily, ignoring the screams of distress as you rubbed the irritated skin around a wound on your calf. “Always something happening in this place.”

From that whole spectacle with the Avengers down the road quite a bit ago, to that psychopath lizard on the news, to aliens destroying New York City a few blocks down. At the moment Midtown High was now being held hostage by some furious mutant - furious of what you didn’t know, you had tuned out his villainous monologue - who was going around exploding doors and shoving people against the walls, demanding to know where Spiderman was or he’d blow up the entire building.

You had no idea what he was going on about - you could barely even hear your own thoughts over the pathetic crying of that cheerleader in the corner - and just hoped that the whole fiasco would be over before something major happened. Why would Spiderboy or Spiderman or whatever be here anyway? 

You suppose you didn’t have to think much longer when the spider himself, tight spandex and all, swung in through the window, kicking the villain into the hallway. 

Another scream from the cheerleader.

“God help me,” You groaned, checking your foot to see if you sprained it as your classmates panicked, some calling 911, others having a breakdown. You swore you saw one kid piss himself. Literally.

The mutant - glowing eyes, ugly teeth - burst through the wall back into the classroom, crashing into desks, concrete flying everywhere. Spiderman followed closely after, dodging attacks, dancing around the small space with fluid motions like he was made to. 

While that was happening, your classmates had bravely started running away through the now obvious hole in the wall (you forgot to mention, the exploded door had caved in earlier), all herding out like a pack of wild animals. You were about to follow their example and abscond the hell out of this situation, when a shout echoed behind you. 

You shouldn’t have looked.

You really shouldn’t have. You should have legged it out. 

But you did, and when you turned, you saw the mutant on-top of the friendly neighbourhood vigilante, mouth opened, teeth growing into long, sharp points to promptly bite his head off.

Three things happened at once.

First, your oh so heroic self screamed loudly, stepped back, and tripped on a piece of stray shrapnel.

Secondly, the noise distracted the mutant, giving the other mutant - the spider one you were rooting for to be exact - an opportunity to get loose and switch the position.

Thirdly, Man Spider (what was his name again-?) webbed his opponent’s hands to the floor, and turned his head in your direction, voice a weird mixture of tones into an accent you didn’t recognize, but for some reason felt familiar with. 

“Cow! Throw the cow! Beside you!”

You had a moment of alarmed confusion, before it clicked and the adrenaline rushed in. You reached for the laptop with the cow-printed cover on the floor next to you, vaguely distracted by the sudden burning on your wrist where your mark was - looks like your soulmate was an egotistical crime fighting spider, great - and threw it with as much force as you could muster.

Spiderman slew a web, swinging the object out of the air and catching it, just in time for Mr. Sharp Teeth to break out of his bonds. He pounced and Spiderman turned swiftly, lifting the laptop up and using the momentum to smack it right into his head with a horrifying thump.

Everything was still for a moment, and then the mutant crumpled to the floor. 

Spiderman relaxed but if anything you only freaked out. Just how strong was he?!

“Thank god,” Spiderman breathed, his voice still itching at a memory in the back of your mind. You took a noticeable step away from him and he didn’t have to read your expression to know that you weren’t amused. “Oh! Hi, yes, are you okay - you’re bleeding, that’s, uh, that’s bad.”

When you didn’t respond he followed your incredulous gaze to the criminal at his feet. You could hear the police sirens in the distance.

“Oh him? Don’t worry, he’s just unconscious-” He waved the laptop - the dented laptop, jesus christ- “- He’ll be fine. Probably. I think.”

When you still only stared blankly, he flexed his fingers, shifting nervously like he hadn’t just knocked a man unconscious. “Right, so the police should be here soon so you’ll be returned to your family-” The laptop broke in his hands. “-Shoot uh, woops-”

Your first thought was that your soulmate was an idiot. 

Your second thought was that you might as well get this over with.

“Look you’re nice and all,” You interrupted. “But you’re not Peter Parker, and he kind of already owns my heart at the moment.” 

There was silence.

The sirens grew louder, signalling that the fuzz would be upon the scene soon.

Then laughter rang throughout the room.

It was hysterical, wrung with disbelief as the masked hero doubled over on himself, holding his stomach.

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but normally someone wouldn’t laugh after getting rejected by their soulmate. Do you need help or…?”

Spiderman giggled some more then took in a deep, muffled breath. You blinked and he was ripping the mask off, tufts of brown hair sticking to his forehe-

You have got to be kidding me.

Peter was still laughing, to the point where tears were wetting his cheeks. 

“Do you know what you did to me?” He asked, dropping the fake accent he had been using, and you suddenly knew exactly why it had been bothering you, why it sounded familiar. It was the same voice of the guy that you’d been crushing on for three years. The voice of the guy who had no idea of your existence. The voice of the guy you had just unknowingly confessed to, discovered was a superhero, and also your soulmate, all in the same day. 

What a time to be alive.

His hand threaded into his hair, clutching at the strands tightly. “Do you know what it was like seeing those words every day and being damn confused out of my mind?!”

Bright hazel eyes met yours, a cut on his lip. “’Not Peter Parker?’ You had me questioning my entire existence for years!”

Your mouth opened then shut. Multiple emotions flooded through you like a storm, but only one really stuck.

You?” You repeated, your wrist itching, burning. You stomped up to him, ignoring the body on the floor and stabbing your finger into his chest. “What about me? A cow? Throw you a cow? Was that the best you could come up with?! I’ve been up sleepless nights wondering what kind of situation would allow me to be in that position!”

“Hey, if you didn’t notice, I was kinda occupied!” He retorted, stepping even closer and throwing his hands up in the air. 

“I’ve had that ridiculousness on my skin in all caps!”

“You made me think there was another me!”

“Even my mom made fun of it!”

He snorted, still a little delirious, but allowed you to grab onto his collar and drag him down to your lips angrily.

He broke away first, hands holding your face, relief and amusement and exhaustion swimming in his eyes. “Name?”

“Y/N,” You muttered, frustration still speckled in your tone, fingers digging into his suit-clad chest as you yanked him back to your mouth again. “And you better remember it.”


Secret | Jack Avery

Requested? Yes! @valenciaxox I hope you like it!

Warnings? A couple of swear words 

Summary: Jack had been changing a lot recently and you’re over it

Word Count: 1,650 

You sit in the living room of the Why Don’t We house, all of the boys surrounding you minus Jack. You had all planned to have a movie night together so you can hang out and relax before the boys had to go on tour again. However Jack decided to come home with another new girl this week causing your heart to break more.

You stare into space not paying attention to the movie anymore. Your mind was on the boy you loved and how he would most likely never love you back.

“(Y/N)?” Zach says from next to you.

“Hm?” You say as you slowly pull away from your trance.

“You okay?” By this point the rest of the band was paying attention to you. They’ve all been noticing your weird behavior recently and they all wanted to know what was wrong.

“Not really.” You admitted. As you answer Corbyn and Jonah get up from their seats and go to sit down in front of you. You were all sitting in a circle, Zach on your right, Daniel on your left, and Jonah and Corbyn sitting in front of you.

“Is it Jack?” Corbyn speaks up.

Instead of answering you just nod your head and Zach leans over and slips an arm around your shoulder comfortingly.

“I think I’m in love with him.” You admit quietly. The boys don’t say anything for awhile until Zach stands up abruptly.

“Zach don’t.” You say already knowing what he’s about to do.

“It’s not fair to you (Y/N).”

You stand up to face him and before you can say anything to him, Jack enters the room. He glances around the room with a confused look before landing on you and Zach.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Well,” Zach starts but you’re quick to reach out and grab his hand, stopping him from talking.

“Nothing.” You state. “Just trying to figure out what to watch.” You say and give him the best fake smile you could muster up.

He looks around the room at you and the boys once more before shrugging his shoulders and walking into the kitchen. Just when he’s out of earshot Zach turns towards you.

“What the hell (Y/N/N)?” Zach asks.

“Zach I love you for trying to stand up for me but he can’t know. Not right now.” You respond.

Just as you finish talking Jack walks back into the living room. He pauses for a second to look at you and Zach who were currently in a staring match before he continues back upstairs to his room. You let out a sigh as he leaves and you walk back over to sit next to Daniel.

“He’ll come around eventually.” Daniel says reassuringly.

“I hope so.” You say quietly.

You leave shortly after that, you and the boys deciding that without Jack it wasn’t a true movie day. Once you had driven away the rest of the band gathered back in the living room.

“She doesn’t deserve this.” Zach says defiantly.

You and Zach had always been extremely close. There was this unspoken communication in between you two. You understood him and he understood you. Of course being your best friend he was also very overprotective of you.

“I know.” Jonah says. “Jacks just being an idiot he’ll figure it out.” He continues.

“I don’t know.” Daniel says. “He’s really not himself recently.”

“We should talk to him.” Corbyn decides.

The rest of the boys agree and plan to talk to Jack when his girl of the week leaves. About an hour later Jack comes downstairs and shows the girl out. When he walks into the living room he sees the boys sitting together with serious expressions on their faces.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

“What’s up is you’ve been changing Jack.” Daniel starts.

“What?” Jack questions.

“You bring home a new girl every week.” Zach responds. “It’s not cool.” The rest of the boys nod in agreement and Jack rolls his eyes.

“Why does it matter to you guys if I do?”

“It’s hurting (Y/N).” Zach blurts out.

“Zach!” Jonah and Corbyn exclaim at the same time.

“What do you mean?” Jack asks ignoring Corbyn and Jonah.

“Zach don’t.” Daniel says. “It’s not your secret to tell.”

“What secret?”

“Ask her.” Zach snaps before walking out of the room.

Jack turns to watch Zach leave before spinning around to face the boys once again. Jonah holds up his hand in defense as Jack’s gaze lays on him.

“Don’t look at us. You’re the one with the problem.”

Jack turns on his heel and heads back upstairs. He collapses onto his bed replaying what the boys said in his head. What did they mean by (Y/N)’s secret?

You and Jack had been pretty close once but recently you had been distant. You hadn’t come around the house recently and if you did you didn’t talk to Jack. It hurt too much to know you meant nothing to him when he meant so much to you.

You were currently laying down in bed reading your favorite book. You sat up in bed to change positions when you hear a noise outside. You walk over to your bedroom window and peek through the curtains. You look down to see Zach standing underneath your window.

You smile and hold up your pointer finger before running downstairs and out the front door to meet him. When you step out the door Zach is standing on your front porch waiting for you.

“Hey.” You greet him. “What brings you to my neighborhood at 1 o’clock at night?” You ask while smiling widely at him.

“Couldn’t sleep. Saw your light on and figured you couldn’t either.” He says giving you a small smile.

Together you start to walk down your street, something you did when neither of you could sleep. Even if one of you was asleep you’d wake the other up just to go on a walk. Usually resulting in one of you crashing at the others house.

“Have you figured out what you’re gonna do about Jack yet?” Zach asks turning to look at you.

“Nope.” You sigh quietly. “I guess I’ll just have to get over him.”

And that’s what you did. Well at least tried to do. You went on dates with guys from school and in general tried to keep yourself busy but your mind always wandered back to Jack. It was like you were addicted to him and nothing could ever make it stop.

You were laying down in Zach’s bed, waiting for him to come home with dinner for the two of you when you heard the front door open. You quickly head downstairs expecting Zach but see Jack instead, and some random girl. You sigh quietly and turn around ready to head back upstairs when Jack’s voice stops you.

“(Y/N)?” He questions.

“What Jack?” You ask turning back around to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why do you care?” You snap.

“You’re my friend.” He states simply.

“Used to be my friend.” You say before turning on your heel and heading back upstairs.

This time when you hear the front door open and close you don’t bother going downstairs. You hear a knock on the door and call out for Zach to come in. For the second time tonight you look up to see Jack standing in the doorway and roll your eyes.

“Go away Jack.” You say before dropping your gaze back to your phone.

“No.” He says walking into the room. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N). What did I do?”

Instead of answering him, you ignore his question and continue to scroll on your phone. Before you know it your phone is ripped out of your hands and you look to see Jack shoving it into his pocket.

“Excuse me.” You start.

“Tell me what I did wrong!” He says raising his voice.

“Why do you care?” You say standing up to face him. “Just go back to your new girl you don’t need me!” You say matching the anger in his voice.

“That’s what this is about? The girl I brought home tonight?”

“Not just tonight! It’s every week! You’re not the same person you were before Jack!” By this point you’re shouting and flailing your arms out at him.

“Why do you care?” He says throwing your words back at you.

“Because I’m in love with you!” You snap loudly. “And I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” You finish quietly and drop your head.

“You wha-?” Jack says trailing off.

“I’m in love with you and it fucking hurts to see you parading all these girls around.” You answer harshly.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Did you not hear me the first time?” You could feel your anger growing within you again. “Are you seriously not listening to me right now? I just told you I love you and all you can do is-“

Before you can finish your sentence Jack takes a step towards you and takes your face in his hands roughly. Without a second thought his lips are on yours in a kiss that makes you weak at the knees.

Your hands find your way to his hair, and you tug at it slightly as he deepens the kiss. Your heart was pounding and your body was on fire but you had never felt better than right now.

“Fucking finally.”

You both break apart to see Zach standing in the doorway with your dinner in his hands. “You guys are idiots.” He says before walking back downstairs while shaking his head.

You and Jack don’t say anything just smile at each other before he places a kiss to the side of your head and leads you downstairs for dinner.

BTS as Kingsman (Yoongi)

Originally posted by sugasuite

-Okay before i even start yoongi in a suit


-If thats not enough to make you want to pounce on  this man then what is

-Okay okay okay min yoongi

-Codename: Percival

-Yoongi was just a normal guy when he was recruited into kingsman like he had a 9-5 job and a small apartment and he just lived his life

-When he was recruited he was always quiet and distanced himself from the other trainees

-Not because he wasnt good at making friends or anything


-Like during training he always volunteered to go first and passed with flying colors and nobody expected that from a regular guy so when it was announced that he was top of the class everyone is just like ‘wth lol who even is he’

-WHEN THEY GET TO CHOOSE their doggo companions since hes top of the class he gets to go first and everyone expects him to choose the german shepherd or the rottweiler or even the doberman but when yoongi grabs the little brown toy poodle everyone laughs but yoongi doesnt care because LOOK AT HIS CUTE SON

-Yoongi justifies his choice by telling the others that he doesnt need a dog to back him up because he can take an enemy out blindfolded with one hand behind his back (he’s done it before)

-So when they get down to the last two and yoongi is faced with having to shoot his son holly or leave the kingsman hes in a state of inner turmoil

-Like thats his son

-But also kingsman

-But yoongi makes a decision and he clears his mind and hes holding this gun in his hand and his heart is beating so fast and he points the gun and his hand is on the trigger AND SUDDENLY YOONGI IS POINTING THE GUN AT ARTHUR!!!!!

-The room is so quiet bc there is yoongi standing with the barrel of his gun pointed at arthur and arthur is just standing there with his arms crossed completely calm.

-Yoongi is now smirking and arthur is like ’umm what’ then yoongi points the gun at holly and pulls the trigger and BANG

-Its a blank

-Yoongi tosses the gun at arthur and picks up holly while shaking his head because ‘you could have at least reacted to having a gun pointed in your face if you wanted to trick me. When you didnt react i knew it was a blank.’

-And arthur is dumbfounded bc did he just get outsmarted by a trainee lol

-Okay okay so anyway Yoongi is given Percivals spot

-Weapon of choice: cigarette lighter hand grenades

-You will never catch him without one

-I have this headcanon that yoongi is really good at negotiating and gaining control of situations hes not in control of so here we go

-Min yoongi a whole meal walks into this airport and of course the kingsman have their own planes and stuff but today he isnt percival hes min yoongi a man trying to go on vacation with his cute fluffball son.

-But i also feel like yoongi would get lost easily in a huge airport so here we have lost baby yoongs like yeah i can climb through the vents in the lotte world tower and find my exact target but this airport is new so im lost??

-He somehow wanders down a hall with a few doors and theres some god awful screaming and sobbing and yoongis like should i check that out or get an americano

-Americano it is

-Insert a loud cry for help and suddenly yoongi is bursting through the door he thinks he heard the cry of help from

-BEHOLD you, an ordinary citizen tied up to a chair with tears streaming down your face and 4 men surrounding you

-Yoongi is confused. What is going on. Why are you being adultnapped. Who. what. When. where. Why.

-Your eyes widen because fuck your screaming actually worked and you didnt think youd get this far but oh fuck he is a single ordinary hot man and these 4 guys are ripped now you might have someones blood on your hands

-Yoongi looks down at holly because hes growling and he gets a lil distracted because look at his son being all tough but oh shit if hes growling that means there are drugs in this room somewhere oh no there are bad guys right back to the situation at hand

-These 4 guys are suddenly like umm lol i guess we have to kill this guy because hes seen our faces and-


-Like maybe hes quick on his feet and he can bolt out of this room and find some police or maybe he can fight a little bit-

-‘Oh come on guys do you really think the boss is going to think she has the looks for being a drug mule? Shes not pretty enough to get passed tsa’ what a twist of events. This man you thought was here to help is also a bad guy??!!!!

-The other 4 guys are also confused because who the fuck is this guy

-Yoongi knows these guys. Hes seen their file before arthur accidentally deleted it. Theyre from a wanted drug cartel notorious for their body count and ruthless methods

-Hes pretty sure he knows enough to talk his way out of this or at least get this girl to safety before fucking shit up

-Youre crying again because you thought you were going to somehow get out of this but now it looks like youre being doomed to a sad life full of drug smuggling and sadness

-IN YOONGIS HEAD ‘oh no she is sad i must make her not sad i must help her i must protect her and make sure she grows up happy and healthy oh my gosh pls dont hate me’

-He lets holly’s leash go and the smol doggo runs over to you and just sits at your feet quietly waiting for his dads signal bc theyre gonna get you out of here

-‘I bet my dog could get more drugs on a plane than she can. How about your four find a decent girl while i dispose of this one and i wont tell the boss about your almost royal screw up.’

-These guys literally still dont know whats even going on but somehow they believe yoongi?  Hes just that good. Like this is his specialty. Hes got control now.


-The other guys are cutting you loose and they pull you up roughly and your legs feel like jelly bc this is it youre dead.

-You take literal baby steps over to yoongi and holly is trailing behind you after every step and wow why do bad things happen to good people. You pay taxes. You volunteer your time at animal shelters. You donate to charity. You work in a hospital making sick people not sick where did you go wrong.

-Yoongi grabs hollys leash off the floor and grips onto your arm tightly but not enough to hurt you it looks worse than it feels really.

-‘Why dont you guys take a quick smoke break before heading back out there. Hopefully we wont have to get rid of any other girls today. Pick a good one this time.’ yoongi just casually tosses a pack of cigarettes and a lighter at these guys before pulling you and holly out fo the room

-THOSE GUYS ARE STILL JUST NOT SURE OF WHATS GOING ON but theyve got cigarettes and a lighter so why not

-As soon as you guys are out of the room yoongi is literally sprinting away while dragging you like dashi run run run girl

-You are completely lost like why does this guy seem so panicked. Why are you running with him. Why IS HE SO HOT. when is he gonna kill you.

-You guys exit that hall somehow and yoongi is just mumbling things and trying to catch his breath.

-But then he starts whispering to you

-‘Okay theres going to be an explosion in a few seconds because that lighter i gave them was actually a hand grenade so just act the way you normally would during an explosion. Dont look suspicious’

-You just ???????

-Umm what.

-Yoongi has caught his breath and hes holding hollys leash in one hand and walking next to you casually.

-He just kinda intertwines your hands together before he begins a causal conversation but youre still flabbergasted but he needs you to be calm and casual and not suspicious

-But also When is the death part

-Like is he gonna kill you or

-‘So what did you want to do first when we land?’

-You dont get a chance to respond because umm

-Theres an explosion

-Just like he said

-And yoongi turns in that general direction with a shocked expression on his face like the other people in the airport and you do the same bc he told you to

-Everyone is panicking and running bc there was an explosion in the airport umm

-Yoongi is pulling you away in the middle of all the chaos and he pulls out a phone before punching in a few numbers and holding the phone to his ear

-‘Galahad, its Percival, i need you to delete the last 30 minutes of Incheon’s security footage. All of them. Also tell arthur the somin cartel has been kidnapping girls from airports to use as mule’s theyre getting bold. We’ll have to deal with them soon. Thanks.’


-‘What kind of a name is percival?What just happened?’

-Yoongis still holding your hand and you kind of want an explanation as to whats going on but his hand is also surprisingly soft and warm like you want to kiss these hands but they can also choke you bc look at those veins man DAMN

-‘So long story short i saved your life and now you get to continue living your normal life’

-He lets your hand go reluctantly bc youre beautiful and he just wants to protect you but he knows he cant because hes a kingsman and even his presence is a threat to you but oh god what he would give to make sure no tears ever slipped out of your beautiful eyes and no sobs ever left your kissable looking lips

-And youre looking at him with the cutest little pout and puppy dog eyes and hIS HEARt almost beats STRAIGHT OUTTA HIS CHEST

-‘Can i at least pay you back for saving my life? Do you like coffee?’

-He hesitates a little and shakes his head before trying to walk away but holly is literally refusing to leave your side so yoongi agrees

-And thats kinda how you started dating a kingsman bc he saved your life and everything

-But like

-‘You know i almost opted to get an americano rather than saving you’

A/N: okay so these are all completely unedited bc i just wrote them like in the moment type thing.

Also this was supposed to post earlier but somehow it ended up at 11 pm instead of 1 but when i noticed it didnt post i posted it sorry.

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Photo creds to @levitann on tumblr


Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language,

Subject: Smut, Angst

Words: 2243

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I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY! 😊😊😙😙😍

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Why Jongdae is my Ultimate Bias

I hope other Jongdae stans will agree with me lol- kpopwallapaper

I have a giant poster of him from my kokobop album on my wall and its 36 ½ x 24 inches

  • His Voice is Heavenly… I first found exo by their English cover of ‘open arms’ and I instantly fell for the guy in the red cap from his beautiful voice and the rest of them and their amazing voices too. But Chen’s voice was so distinct and unique to me don't get me wrong i love the other members too when he first sang i knew there was no way out and I instantly searched him up and the rest of exo. i love his voice so fucking much
  • He is so pretty… When I first saw him while googling him up after watching ‘open arms,’ he reminded me of a camel lol and the shape of his lips made me gush and coo at how cute he looked his lips literally looks like this {
  • hIS SMILE… his smile reminds me of the sun, it’s so bright and I can’t help but smile back every time I see him smile. The way the corner of his mouth curls up and his straight teeth shows up when he’s happy or laughing, the way his eyes has little wrinkles at the edge of his eyes, the way his eyes squint when he’s smiling hjkaloihbsdf
  • His personality… He is usually the one who lifts the mood up, the one that makes everyone happy and smiling just from one joke. He is the on that comforts everyone and shows affection to the other members. He’s so kind, gentle, considerate, funny, hyper, cheerful, and polite. He’s a prankster, a troll, a tease, and my ultimate bias. he is stubborn sometimes tho lol
  • His fashion sense/style… He either dresses really hot or weird in a good way Sometimes his fashion sense makes me laugh or scream cause it’s so good or hot lol. His airport fashion is my favorite or him in turtle necks. His fashion style is unique and I love it.
  • His dancing… He has improved so much since debut and I’m so proud of him. He always smiles when he dances and puts his best efforts to dance. Every time he messes up he just smiles and laughs which is adorable they dont call him chensing machine for nothin lol 
  • His high notes… his high notes are higher than my grades i have fucking straight A’s btw. His high notes are something to repeat in every song or any member’s high notes The way he faces up and how his cheekbones look like they are about to combust lol. The way the note easily slips out from his mouth and they are so satisfying to hear
  • His low notes… They are just as good as his high notes. When he was on ‘king of masked singers’ he sang ‘stained and ‘drunken truth’ and showed a completely different side of his voice that we rarely see because SM entertainment makes chen sing in a higher tone because of his amazing range and infamous high notes. His low notes are so beautiful and satisfying to hear… I makes my heart melt and made me fall in love with him all over again hygtfyuadijc
  • His sense of humor… I have a dark and weird sense of humor… But his jokes and funny actions make me smile and laugh. He makes the other members laugh and smile and I love it.
  • His nicknames lol… hiS NICKNAMES ARE SO CUTE! Orange, Camel, Dinosaur, Chensing Machine, Chenchen, and Whiny-Dae! I call him chenchen lol
  • His adorableness… He is A D O R A B L E. He hates doing Aegyo tho. He is just so cute and fluffy and squishy and hghfujiduygf… hes so cute when he whines tho
  • His hot/sexiness… jESUS CHRIST THIS MAN IS THE DEATH OF ME WHEN HE PERFORMS. I can’t… he’s too hot… when he sweats when dancing and rolling his hips to the cane in artificial love and the way he moves his body jesus christ hiS BODY ROLLS He looks amazing in ripped jeans, turtle necks, the color black, and pinstripe i have this obsession with pinstripe and i screamed so loud while watching love me right for the first time


  • His kindness… He is one of the nicest members in exo with his cute interaction with fans, how he acts in interviews, even tho he pranks the members lol
  • His Laugh… The way he laughs, the sound he makes when he laughs is so contagious. It makes me smile and laughs back.He has a habit of sticking his tongue out when he laughs and his shoulders bounce a little and it’s adorable…
  • His love/interactions with fans… As I said he is the nicest member in exo that doesn’t mean that the other aren’t mean or anything  His interaction with fans is so sweet. At fan meetings, he would talk a lot to them, smile 24/5, stare into their eyes while signing the things, never break eye contact, and laughs at the fans jokes. 
  • At the airport one day, a fan dropped their phone and picked it up and said to all the fans to be careful and watch their steps and gave the phone back to the lucky fan. 
  • One time he was throwing signed balls at their concert to fans and he accidentally hit a fan in the head and he felt bad/guilty. He wants to find the fan and apologize. 
  • His body(?)… He is handsome as fuck. He has an amazing body fight me on this. He has very prominent cheek bones, his beautiful legs (he said it), and he really likes his small feet. He also don’t like people touching his ear lol. (i just wanted to put this gif in lol)
  • His love for the other members… He is very considerate. One time Lay injured his back and Jongdae brought him to the hospital. Another time Minseok injured himself at an interview and he rushed towards him to see if he was ok my xiuchen feels

Him in general

He makes me smile and laugh. It’s sad that he’s the most underrated member in exo besides minseok xiuchen when he has so much talent is one of the best vocalists in kpop at this time. It hurts when he is sad because he’s always happy and cheerful. I love every error, flaw, imperfections about him. He and exo give me happiness and love. He may not be perfect, but in my eyes he is…

These are just some reasons why he is my ultimate bias and why I love him so much (i love exo just as much tho)

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Don’t. Move. || Demon!Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smutty smut smut, and Demon!Au
Word Count: 2,806
Warnings: Dirty stuff, choking, tootching, Demon, blah blah blah
Author: Admin Vis

Summary: Your friend convinces you to go out on Friday the 13th to an abandoned house, her friends have the idea to try “Summoning” something…that something happens to be incredibly attractive, and finds you particularly interesting.

Admin Notes: I know I promised to write a full version of This Drabble two months ago, but it’s been some busy ass times, SO IT’S FINALLY HERE. Enjoyyyyyy. Plus I’ve been constantly thinking about Demon!BTS recently and god kill me.

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

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Thank you @lil-spidey for requesting an Uma imagine. She is so beautiful and it is an honor to be writing for her.

Summary: Ben wants you to come with him to the Isle to bring Mal back. Uma notices you, but restrains herself so that it won’t ruin her image.

Originally posted by arianagrandes

“(Y/N), I need you to go to the Isle with me.” Ben said bursting through the door. He was wearing all leather. You looked up from your book as you rose an eyebrow. You set the book of spells on the bedside table.

“Okay, why?” You said putting on shoes. Evie came in with blue and black leather. You gave Ben a look.

“Mal went back to the Isle. I need your help to bring her back. I trust you more than anyone.” He said. You sighed and put on the garnments.

You made it through the barrier and ended in the Isle. You had to remind yourself that magic does not work here. Ben thanked you many times for coming. The others weren’t sure, but they went with it.

The others went to check on Mal, but you went your own way. You were starving, you had money, and you were stubborn. They knew you could take yourself, so they let you on your way.

You had no idea where to go. You walked around aimlessly until you found Ursula’s Fish and Chips. You sat down on a stool. Just then a girl with a pirate hate came out. She was stunning. How long her hair was, how beautiful her features were, how dangerous she seemed.

Uma felt herself being watched. She turned and saw her. Uma has never seen her before. She had this mystery that intruiged her to the girl. Uma brought over a tray and set it carefully im front of the girl. The girl giggled causing Uma’s heart to flutter.

“Like what you see?” You flirted. You caught Uma looking at you. Uma smiled widely.

“My name is Uma.” She finally said. You slowly said her name. Uma’s stomach flooded with butterflies.

Uma snapped out of her trance when Harry put his hand on her shoulder. She then cleared her throat and took his hook.

“You’re not from here are you?” Uma asked as she put the end of the tip on your cheeck. You laughed at the tactic and took the tip in your hand.

“Now what’s the fun in telling you, darling.” You said. You let go on the hook feeling a drop of blood come from the palm of your hand. You ripped your shirt and wrapped the small cut.

Uma hated that she didn’t know you. You caught her attention from the moment she saw you. This feeling rarely happened. She had to stop herself. She couldn’t ruin her image.

Uma stepped back. She then threw a plate of fried clam to the person next to yoh. You were so hung up on her. You wanted her.

You heard the doors slam. You turn and saw Gil. You met him when Carlos, Evie, and Jay taught you and Ben how to be evil. Gil went behind with Uma and Harry. You started to eat the crab sticks in front of you. Just then Harry and Gil left in a hurry as Uma came towards you.

“Why dont you follow me.” She held out her hand. You took in and went with her. She led you to a dark alley.

“Who are you?” She asked crossing her arms. You looked at your situation. You were alone, in an alley, with the most beautiful woman alive.

“Your sweetest fantasy” You leaned in her ear. Uma laughed in amusement. She knew she couldn’t have you. She couldn’t hurt you. You are so perfect to her in everyway.

Uma grabbed you by the shoulders. She walked until your back hit the wall. She looked at your lips and then your eyes. She placed her hands on your cheeks and went in for a kiss.

The kiss was short, but passionate. The taste of salt on her lips drove you mad. You pulled her closer by the waist. She then pulled apart realizing what she had just done. She then ran out leaving you behind. She couldn’t tell anyone.

The last thing you saw was her looking back at you.

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this is just something i wrote up at three am drinking tea and thinkin abt how much i love girls but yes this is still remus x reader don’t fret might make this gay later

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His Cinnamon Roll Chap 4

His Cinnamon Roll

Hoseok x reader

AU: Thicc girl x jhope

Warnings: Mentions of self hatred, depression,18+ material

Subject: Angst, Romance, Smut

Chapter: 4 / ?



You hated yourself…

well more like your body…

You hated how you had to wear shirts three times other girls sizes just so you could feel comfortable but then it would be very clear that you were bigger than others. You hated how your thighs flattened like large pancakes when you sat anywhere, how they chaffed so easily in shorts…  

You watched as your friends experienced love all around you. Smiling and cheering them on for being happy while you silently knew you would never be loved because of your size.

But when your walking home one day you meet a mysterious guy asleep under front yard tree, hat covering his identity as the wind blew autumn leaves down over his body.

Jung Hoseok was his name…

a name you came to love…


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Retribution PT4

Originally posted by gotjimin


AUTHORS NOTE: Okay! So I bet you guys weren’t expecting this! Well I kind of got carried away with the story and if I put everything in just one chapter it would have been so fucking long, so here is PART 4. WITH THE MOST AWAITED SMUT. Once again I will announce, I am an awkward child when it comes to writing smut(even though I still try), so please bear with me if I suck. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Retribution has now come to an end. I will definitely miss doctor Jimin., this was really fun to write tbh. Tell me your thoughts, feelings, reactions & feedback! 

Tick Tock Tick Tock.

“Fuck you.” You hiss at your clock, blaming it for being too loud and being the main reason why you couldn’t fall sleep.

Well, at least that was what you were telling yourself.

It was 2:45 in the morning and the only thought that had been running in your mind for the past 6 hours were how Jimin’s lips felt against yours. How it felt to be in his arms and feel his body against yours. You shut your eyes, almost swearing you could feel him against you again. You grip your sheets tighter, your mind recalling the way his lips moved with yours and how completely addicting he had tasted. You press your legs together, a sudden wave of desire rushing through you and causing you to groan when you realized you weren’t getting relief any time soon.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, you have spent the past 2 hours just listening to the the silent drone of the halls, hoping you could hear the young doctor’s footsteps as he enters his apartment. Yet sadly, the halls were too quiet tonight, meaning the doctor had not returned from the hospital.

You were about to start counting sheep in your head when a sudden call of your name has you sitting up.

Why did that sound like Jimin?

You were going crazy, you decided. You were thinking of the doctor too much and now here you were at 2 in the morning, hallucinating about hearing his voice.

A sudden knock against your flat’s doors has you widening your eyes as you hear your name being called out again. You push your sheets off of you and pad your way into the main room, the sound of the knocks getting louder as his voice echoes behind the door again.

“Please tell me you’re awake.” You hear him murmur, his knocks slowing down as he suddenly sighs.

“You’re probably not.” Comes his low mumble and you hear the rustle of keys as he steps back. You twist the doorknob open, pulling the door back and revealing yourself in the darkness while the bright light of the halls blind you.

Jimin snaps his head back, eyes flushed with relief when he sees you standing awkwardly by your door frame. Your eyes study him, taking in the disheveled look of his hair, the dark circles below his eyes, his shirt filled with wrinkles and his shoes, you realize, were mismatched.

But hell, did he shine. Even when Jimin had looked fucked up, did he fucking look gorgeous. He was too sinfully perfect for his own good.

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anonymous asked:

Good luck with the blog, love your work so far! As for a request, I'd like to see a fic in which Reader (any gender is OK) has an ill-advised crush on Reaper, but Reader has had devastating rejections in the past and they're scared of it happening again, especially considering the object of their present affections... Sorry if it's vague or breaks a rule, this is what listening to sad George Micheal songs on repeat (esp. A Different Corner) does to my imagination. Thanks! X


Originally posted by bayonettaton

Author’s Note: Dont be sorry! It doesnt break any rules. ^^ The thing about vague request is that it gives me more room to work with. Hope this to your enjoyment!

Small warning for blood and a bit of violence.

You’re taste in partners has always been… debatable.

Quite frankly, they never panned out the way you had wanted. Rejection often leaving you regretting even coming out about your feelings. However, you weren’t one to fuss about it. Understanding that you could not force someone to accept your feelings. You’d handled it with grace.

“Just wanted to let you know.” You’d laugh, hiding the quiver of your lip and tremble of your voice. “Thought I’d give it a shot.”

It had been a long while now since you’d last developed a liking to anyone. One too many rejections leaving a sour taste in your mouth when even thinking about confessing. In truth, you’d admit it even put you off from developing feeling for anyone. But now, once more, you’d found yourself in a predicament.

You sighed, eyes drifting slowly to the curve of your leg, the bandage at your calf and the extensive tear on the formal wear you wore. It was dirty and blood stained, pieces of glass still tangled within the threads. Then you noticed a nasty scuff on the most uncomfortable but gorgeous pair of dress shoes you owned. 

“Damn, these were new too.” You mutter to yourself rubbing down the scrape in hopes it would smooth the material once more. Unfortunately, it didn’t. “Damn it.”

You had hit a rough spot while on the mission. You needed to think fast and bursting through the window was your only option. Bullets flew past you, arms and legs moving in a motion to counteract the enviable work of gravity.

Yet you landed right in the arms of one of your companions. If you could even call him that. Reaper stared at you through black holes of his mask as he caught you. For a moment, you wonder if this is death’s finally dream. Being caught in the arms of a man you fancy more than you’d liked to tell yourself. The stare down between the two of you seems to last ages. His arms are large and you can feel the muscle of his tone arms keeping you from falling. There’s dust of color on your cheeks and you can’t tell if the adrenaline is what’s making you heart beat fast. However, your thoughts are cut short as he speaks to get your attention.

“You want to get off already?” He asked, you’re a bit perplexed as to why he didn’t just drop you rather than asking but decide not to question it.

“Ah, yes.” You place an arm on his shoulder in order to keep your balance as you find your footing. There’s yelling from above you as your prior engagement has come into relevance once more. “Shit.” You mutter under your breath.

Reaper looks at the hail of bullets beginning to rain above the two of you. It’s almost immediate that your body is enraptured in his arms again. The wraith using his body as he covers you from the heavy fire. He grunts as the bullets pierce his back while as you huddle into the expanse of his chest. Though, as the enemy moves to reload he manages to shadow step into cover.

Reaper places you on the ground with ease, worry quickly overtaking you. “Are you alright?” You ask trying to look over his to his back. You place a hand on his shoulder feeling for blood but find that there is none. Smoke seeps from his wound, angry and hot before the skin begins to close.

He ignores your fretfulness but doesn’t move away from your touch. “Do you have what we came for?” His voice

“Yes, the data has been collected and Sombra should have it by now.” You assure him before peeking out from your cover. You can see the men from before beginning to search the area for you. Their pistols replaced with much more heavy artillery than before. “They haven’t spotted us yet. We can probably make a run for the drop ship.”

You pull yourself up slightly wincing when you notice a cut along the length of your calf. A shard of glass having cut you during your dramatic escape. You frown and Reaper seems to notice the rise in tension following your gaze. He sighs, twisting his neck trying to work out the kinks.

“Wait for me here.” He warns, not giving you much of an option. “And do not move.” His tone having made your knees weak, as all you can do is nod with your mouth agape.You hang back, leaning on the wall while ripping the sleeve of your formal wear off. There’s the sound of men shouting before you hear the bang of gunshots not long after. Assuming Reaper is doing quick work of the men, you move to tie the ripped sleeve around the wound on your leg.  Its uncomfortable and does little to aid the possibility of infection but you need the bleeding to stop.

“Alright, let’s go.” Reaper announces swaying towards you while discarding a pair of shotguns on the ground. You nod, using the wall to help balance yourself while your leg aches in pain. The first step isn’t so bad until you move your weight to your injured leg. The pain is intense and you hiss at the feeling stumbling a bit in your steps. 

Reaper looks over his shoulder, watching as you limp sluggishly behind him. The blood beginning to seep through the makeshift bandage at your calf. He continues to walk on until you manage to fall too far behind for his liking. With a growl, he turns around and walks over to you.You stop, looking at him questioningly as his arms reach out to you. One hooks at your back and the other behind your knees lifting you up effortlessly. Heat rushes to your face and you move to protest but he speaks before you.

“You’re slowing us down.” He says matter-of-factly. “We’ll get there faster this way.” 

You can’t argue with his reasoning. You were slowing him down and him carrying you adds less stress to your leg. A tight pull of your lips leaves you silent. Though, the closeness this particular situation has you in leaves your heart to beat loudly in your ears. You begin to feel the effects of the blood loss when you start swaying in his hold. He notices too, pulling you to lean on his chest as your eyelids begin to feel heavy. You curse yourself for wanting to stay awake to revel in the arms of your crush but the null of sleep pulls at your stronger than your resolve. It’s not long after that he feels you go limp in his arms, your head on his chest and your breathing slow but steady.

He carries you until you both make it back into the hanger, settling you into one of the seats before leaving you there for the duration of the flight. You only wake once checking over yourself when the pilot announces your arrival at base. 

The walk back to your dorm was quiet.

You mind mulled over the course of tonight’s events. After Reaper had cleared the area of guards, he’d practically carried you back into the drop ship. Though, your walk back into the base was of your own accord since he had misted away as soon as you’d landed. One long trip to the medical bay had you dismissed hours later with a “You’re fine, don’t be a baby”. Although a bit rude, you were thankful you had escaped with the least damage possible for your situation.

Silently, you kicked yourself for not giving him a proper thank you. Although, you knew better than to push your good luck so far with Reaper, it still left you feeling awkward not thanking him. You pondered your thoughts for a moment if you should approach him or leave the matter be.

This man killed for a living. He was known as a living nightmare. Yet, here you were. Wondering why you wanted to thank the same man who saved your behind three times in one mission.

You smiled dumbly to yourself. He saved me three times.

The pads of your feet flinching every time you made contact with the cold tile. You held your uncomfortable dress shoes in your hand swinging them as you walked along with a slight limp. The corridors were silent, save for the buzz of the lights and electricity, and no one else seemed to be awake at this hour. That is until you rounded the corner to your hall, finding your ‘hero’ walking through.

“Reaper!” You called out before you could stop yourself.  The man halted before turning as you caught up with him.

“What.” His tone was none too pleased. You stopped before him with a hint of nervousness rather than fear.

“I, um,” You took a steady breath, fiddling with your shoes on one hand. “I wanted to thank you.” You began, “For helping me earlier. I was a bit surprised when you caught me, I’m sure you were too.” You laughed. He simply stares at you motionless. “But, uh, yea. Sorry to bother you.” You gave him curt bow before moving to walk past him.

He blocks your way by extending a leg out. His mask moves slightly towards your, as if he’s watching you through the corners of his eyes. “Your leg.” He states, you’re a bit confused on what he means till the holes of his mask gaze down your calf.

“Oh!” You pipe, moving your hands nervously. “Doc said it was fine. Just a minor graze and no real damage. Might leave a scar though.” A bit of nervous laughter is added at the end as his gaze went back up to level with yours. It’s quiet for a moment before he moves his leg out of the way and brings his arms to cross of his chest.

“Do you always make it a habit of falling into people’s arms?” He asked, his tone was suddenly different. Almost as if it was flirtatious. You raise a brow before tossing him a wink.

“Only the good-looking ones.” You wink, clicking your tongue at him before stepping around him. “Have a nice night, Reaper.” You add, turning the corner towards your dorm room.  You almost feel a weight leave your shoulders as the door shuts behind you. A rush of realization hitting you with fever.

Did I really just do that?

You place a hand over your beating chest before closing your eyes. The way he asked you was more than just a question. The way he blocked you, his tone, and even his body language. You’d seen him work with Sombra and Widowmaker before and he always held a different aura. Though, he seemed a bit more relaxed, maybe even playful? A wave of laughter rushed through you as you felt giddy.

Alright, alright, take it slow. You assure yourself. Take it slow this time. Maybe it’ll work out, you never know!  You shut your eyes, thinking at the possibility a bit to eagerly. Maybe.

V + Saeran not added because this seemed to get too repetitive *finger guns away*

  • He thinks its amazing that you’re known for your creativity and skill– Sighs and wishes he could be known like that with acting; But instead its all about his looks and voice in that area. But you, You’re known for ripping out hearts, stepping on them, and killing off fan favorites at a minutes notice. And he loves you for it, you sadistic little angel you.
  • Regardless he doesn’t really understand how hard writing actually is since.. he’s never really written before? One of those people that think you just throw a few words down and bam you’re done like no baby. no. we all wish it could be like that.
  • So he’s really surprised to see the process of it all; The writers block, the procrastinating, the editing and re-reading, the doubting yourself, then the random spurts of creativity where all you do is sit and write for hours. And he’s really never seen something more frustrating. It looks like such a tedious thing, he definitely takes back what he said about it being easy.
  • “ And she took the blade into her palms… No– That doesn’t sound right.. ” He watched with wide eyes as you wrote and rewrote sentences over and over again, he thought everything sounded fine? But you didn’t seem to like it. He knew you were tired, he’s told you multiple times to take a break but you refused. Insisting you had to get at least one chapter done tonight if anything.
  • He just sighs at your stubbornness with a knowing smile, offering you some tea or hot cocoa which you graciously accept. He’ll even try and help you with writing by sitting on the couch beside you and letting you read what you’ve written to him. Rereading it helps you catch mistakes and odd phrases or sentences, which is helpful. But he always says “ It sounds fine? Why are you deleting it? ” Z e n.
    • I feel like Jumin someday would love to write a memoir of some sorts, so when he finds out you’re an author he thinks thats perfect– You could help him with it if you’re feeling up to it.
    • But seeing how stressed and busy you usually are makes him not want to bring up the idea. He cant believe writing could be this tedious. He gives you a little room in his house as an office for you to work in and you’re in it constantly. When he comes home from work thats the first place he checks, surrounded with stress relieving candles and a cup of whatever you’re liking at the moment. He begs you to come to bed with him, but seeing as you wont budge he’ll pull up a chair and stay with you.
    • “ You’re adding too many big words. Your targeted audience wont understand a lot of that. ” Oh, he’s right. Actually its nice to have Jumin reading over your shoulder. Stressful as hell but he catches mistakes quickly and gives his honesty on certain phrases and sentences; since he’s read practically billions of books in his 27 years.
    • Eventually you get the chapter done after nearly a week and sheepishly show it to him. He reads it with a concentrated expression, not willing to give away any hint of emotion.
    • When he’s all done you ask him what he thinks about it. “ Its lovely, you capture the scenery beautifully and the emotions of your characters. I enjoyed it; as will others, my love. ” He praises you for your hard work by giving you a kiss on the top of the head and rubbing your (very sore) back softly. He’s proud of you. and youre pretty damn proud of yourself too? this man better give you a back rub for hours tonight because sitting at a desk for so long nearly killed you holy shit
    • Oh boy does he wish he had your patience and skill. never would admit this but he really lowkey wants you to write LOLOL fanfiction of his characters for him
    • He cant believe how much you work though. It seems like you’re on your laptop for decades on end and he hates it! Usually spends an hour or two on LOLOL before getting bored and checking up on you.
    • Aaaand youre still at your laptop looking like you’re ready to kill a man. Lovely.
    • “ MCCC…. ” He’s so whiney when you overwork yourself. He wants attention badly but you tell him youre busy. even though we all know you’ve been staring at that empty screen contemplating the meaning of life for hours now. dont lie.
    • Snuggles into your side and asks you about what your writing and such. He sees obviously not much progress being done on the screen, but he’s pretty sure you know that already..
    • Eventually he’ll encourage you to write for five minutes, take a quick break to stroke his hair and pay attention to the movie he put on ages ago, then return back to your five minutes of writing. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t want to complain.
    • Shes thought about becoming an author in the past; but never ended up taking it up. shes written zen fan-fiction before though so she knows a little somethin’ somethin’ about writing.
    • She finds herself cleaning your office a lot. Theres so many coffee cups in here MC. Did you sleep last night?
    • My character slept does that count?
    • No.
    • She eventually gives up on trying to place a schedule with you since you’re always tucked away inside that gross little office you could practically call home. So investing in a laptop for you was a much needed decision; make or break sort of thing. You can write and be within ten feet of her at the same time cant you?
    • Learns to adapt to your odd and unhealthy writing schedule as long as she can still snuggle with you while you’re at it. And you’re sweet enough to turn down the brightness of the screen when its late at night too so it doesn’t hurt her eyes, so sweet.
    • She loves to read your past books while you work and ends up curiously asking for some slight spoilers, which you don’t exactly tell her since.. Well you don’t really know yourself. She finds this funny though that you wrote the book but you don’t even know how it ends. But yet gets a bit excited thinking of all the power she has by being your girlfriend… 10/10 WILL crush you with her thighs if you kill off her favorite character.
    • He’s always asking you to write the weirdest shit for him just because you know how? seven I will not write a Yooseven / LOLOL crossover au. and dont break the forth wall youre scaring me.
    • Probably out of everyone he knows how hard it is on you to sit at a desk and stare at a screen when you need to get something done. Hacking and writing are different even if he insists otherwise, writing a small haiku into the programming of your computer to prove his point. *finger guns* why are you like this
    • He hates how you leave for so long to write but he gets its your job. He just wishes it wasn’t. So he gets insanely whiny about it, knocking on your office door and coming in asking “Are you all done now?” almost every five minutes. Luciel. Sh. Focus time.
    • You end up locking him out of the room but he doesnt take that very well and turns to passing notes under the crack of the door;
      “ Are you done now.. .. .. …… . . ”
      With his signature mini seven doodle attached or sometimes a poorly drawn elizabeth the 3rd in the corner. He was distracting you and he knew it, but he never stops until you’re chasing him halfway across the house with a broom to get him to shoo.
    • Eventually he might give up, but thats rare. You have no choice but to let him in and allow him to spin around on a wheely chair while you give him spoilers for upcoming chapters. He always gives you, quite dramatic, feedback; like gasping loudly whenever you say something “ intense ” is going to happen to your characters. Or trying to convince you to kill every single character in a fit of rage and passion. No Saeyoung. No. N'aw.. He thought it would be a great idea.
part 2; lies and deceit

Part one

Pairings: jungkook x reader x taehyung 

Genre: angst | fluff | light smut (later on)

Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other. 

Word Count: 3k

a/n:  this part is super cheesy lol but i don’t care bc i felt cheesy and angsty..  as i said before i want to make this scenario as short as possible but we’ll see.. or i might just stop altogether. either way i really hope some of you like it and again thank you so much for taking the time to read. 

People always seemed to be intimated by you for some reason. Each time you walked the halls people gave you this strange look as if they couldn’t understand you, as if you weren’t like them in anyway. Which is why you never had any friends your freshman year of high school. None. Not a soul wanted to sit beside you in class, you were usually left with empty seats on either side of you. During lunch it was the same, you’d sit at the end of a table while the other students filled the seats on the other side. At first you didn’t seem to mind, it’s not like your main focus in high school was to have tons of friends and as your mother would say “experience the best years of your life”. What you really wanted was to focus on grades and getting the perfect GPA. But eventually the emotionless attitude wore out and the suppressed feelings from being an outcast caught up to you..

The first half of your freshman year was outstanding in grades but a complete failure in making any friends or feeling good about yourself, feeling happy.

The only friends you had were books, you’d stay almost everyday after school reading or spending extra time with a teacher to get ahead in the class. Which is how you ran into the one person who would change everything for you.

Jeon Jungkook was popular since birth, or so the rumors went, he was admired by everyone. Every single person in the high school knew him, including the upperclassmen. They loved the bad boy vibes he had, his leather jackets and boots, his one earring he wore, his dark hair and eyebrows, the intimidating and menacing look he had. He was most known for his skills in sports and dating girls older than him. You had three classes with the guy but never paid him any attention, he was loud and obnoxious and it annoyed you. Of course he had the looks, and the body but with his cocky attitude none of it appealed to you. As far as you knew he didn’t even know you existed, if you passed by it was like nothing, he was oblivious to your presence. So for you he didn’t matter.

It was a regular day for you, you were putting your books away in your locker, the halls were empty and everyone had left long ago. You were getting ready to leave yourself. You didn’t hear when Jungkook came marching down the hallway, his face red and full of rage, his big fists clenching at his sides ready to punch anything that was in his way. All you heard was the loud slam of your locker in your face and its echo filling the hallway. You’d expect a scream or squeal to escape your lips but your mouth stayed shut.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry are you hurt?!” Jungkook quickly asks once he see’s someone behind the locker he just punched, his voice trembling still with anger but now more worried. He focuses on you now to see if he did hurt you in anyway and was completely taken back, the sight of you quickly dissolved all the anger he was feeling before and replaced it with something else.

You didn’t hear a word he said, you didn’t even see who it was exactly. You had your eyes closed tight and your hands up to your ears to block out any sound, all you heard was the rapid beating of your heart, it wasn’t even in sync the beating was all over the place.

He touches your shoulder and you open your eyes. They widened when you recognized the guy in front of you. Jungkook was speaking to you his lips moving fast and his brows furrowed displaying a look of full worry and hopelessness. But you couldn’t hear him you still had your ears covered and you were still shaking. He touches your shoulder again and stands closer to you, he only said one word this time and you knew that word. Your name. Jungkook knew your name.

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A WOLF?! - Scott McCall Imagine

@patrickshowtimekane : Teen wolf and Supernatural cross over when your brothers (Sam and Dean) find out about your hidden relationship with Scott and he finds out your another hunter? 

A/N: personally I’m a Stiles girl but this was soo cute  enjoy x

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Y/n’s POV

“Babe why haven’t you shared much about your family?” Scott asked as he rubbed his fingers up and down my arms “Baby we just made love and the first thought that comes to mind is my family?” I giggled “well I mean we’ve been together what 2 years and not one detail other than you have older two brothers” he sighed letting his hand drop “you know everything about me my family,my friends,the whole wolf thing and yet I know close to nothing ‘bout you” he spoke avoiding my gaze “aw Baby” I pecked his lips “it’s just complicated” I sighed “okay” he frowned “come on sourpuss don’t be like that” I told him.

Dean’s POV

“what’d you mean you found her” I questioned Sam “I mean I found her I found Y/n” he informed “okay so after 2 plus years now you’ve got a trail” I spoke sarcastically “basically yeah come on Dean she’s great at hiding her track you’re lucky I even got this close” Sam explained “okay then where is she?” I asked “Beacon Hills,California” Sam coughed out “what? Beacon freaking Hills that place is filled with werewolves and other supernatural creature what on earth is she doing there?” I spoke frantically.

“I don’t know but then again you never know with Y/n” he chuckled “that’s right so we’re off to California” I stated the obvious Sam only nodding his head as we went.

Y/n’s POV

“Babe you okay?” Scott asked pulling me out of my thoughts “course Sweetie why wouldn’t I be?” I giggled “because you didn’t laugh at my sarcastic joke” Stiles pouted as Lydia rubbed his back “aw Stiles i’m sorry” I apologized “it’s ok” he fake cried causing Malia to sack him “suck it up” she commanded.

“Babe what’s wrong?” Scott asked again “nothing just I cant shake this feeling that something’s gonna happen” I informed him “it’s probably nothing” he assured “no Scotty you know how I am about my feelings” I replied “you’re right I’m sorry” he smiled warmly.

I hugged him and kissed his lips “oh get a room” my whole body froze as my eyes stayed open I pulled away from Scott and look for the voice I haven’t heard in a couple years “Dean?” I squinted “Sam?” my eyes widened in realization I ran toward them hugging them both individually “hey squirt” Dean teased ruffling my hair “what’re you guys doing here?” I asked curiously “we could ask you the same thing” Sam recounted “well i’m on a mission” I crossed my arms “oh really?” Dean’s face was smug “yea it’s called living a normal life” I answered.

Scott made his way toward me with the pack following close behind “who are they?” Scott asked wrapping his arm around me instinctively “my brothers Sam and Dean” I answered Scott removed his arm and blushed “oh uh hello” he smiled nervously handing his hand out for them to shake “I’m Scott McCall, Y/n’s boyfriend so glad to finally meet you” he spoke “huh boyfriend” Dean narrowed his eyes causing Scott to gulp “yes boyfriend and these are our friends Malia,Lydia and Stiles” I introduced Sam smiled at each of them “Hi I’m Sam that’s Dean just in case y’all were confused” he chuckled.

“wait Y/n you’re from Texas?” Stiles asked clearly amazed “actually we’re from Kansas” I smiled “cool” he smiled the bell rang signalling class had begun “we’ll we should get going” I informed my brothers “whoa we just got here and you don’t even want to go and talk?” Dean questioned quirking a brow “um okay” I agreed “Tell Ms.Clementte I’ll be in tomorrow” I told Scott kissing him quickly “do you want me to come with?” he asked “no it’s fine family business thank you though” I smiled appreciatively “bye guys” I waved to the others heading toward Baby with Sam and Dean.

“Y/n what were you thinking? leaving us with just a bloody note?” Dean was furious “Dean i’m sorry I-” he cut me off “not if and buts or sorries i don’t know what got into you” he frowned “Sammy you aren’t mad at me are you?” I asked timidly “no but I am a little confused” he explained “I’m sorry about that its just i needed a break. I mean out of all people ya’ll should understand that. I was tired of fighting,tired of running around and tired of hunting” I admitted leaving Dean stunned and Sam with soft eyes.

“Y/n we understand how hard it is to be 18 and in the business but-” Sam was cut off “but it’s what Winchester’s do” Dean added “I know I’m sorry. I’ll come back but at least let me graduate. It’s in a week actually” I explained “okay” Dean sighed “thank you” I beamed “now onto this McCall kid how much do you know about him?” he asked while taking a sip of his coffee “pretty much everything” I chuckled “anything you’d like to share?” Sam asked I shook my head no. I wasnt about to tell my two hunter brothers that my boyfriend was an Alpha werewolf now was I?.

Sam’s POV

We laid in the motel room Dean was sound asleep yet I couldn’t. I decided to go for a walk maybe calm my mind nothing’s been great since well everything.

The forest was beautiful in the moonlight I couldn’t gel but wonder what Y/n was doing right now then I heard howls wolves in California? I quickly took out my gun ready to shoot.

There were three but they weren’t wolves they were werewolves! 2 males and one female I hid behind the closest bush they changed back into their normal human form and I recognized the Alpha to be none other than Y/n’s boyfriend.

“Scott you sure you saw them come through here” the female spoke “course I’m sure Lydia heard them how could a banshee lie?” Scott answered “true but maybe we should check tomorrow if I’m not home by 9 my mom’s gonna have my head” the younger male said “okay Liam we get it you’re a baby” the girl laughed teasingly pushing him over.

With that they headed off I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears my baby sister,my only sister was with a whole group of supernatural creatures I had to tell Dean.

When I got to the motel and all the lights were off only noise was Dean’s deep snores maybe I’ll tell him tomorrow I thought closing the door and removing my shoes.

Dean’s POV

“A WOLF?!” I exclaimed “yes but let’s be rational maybe she had-has a liable explanation for it” Sam explained “what explanation could you have for dating an alpha werewolf and befriending banshees and other werewolves?” I asked getting up from my spot “Dean let’s think about this maybe she was doing it for a mission or maybe she loves him” Sam spoke trying to reason “no Sammy we’re going to them and confronting them” I told him “okay but don’t go crazy” Sam calmly said getting into the passenger’s side of Baby “okay whatever” I agreed.

Originally posted by thejabberwock


There was a frantic knock at the door “I’ll get it” I called to Scott opening it only to reveal my brothers. Dean took in my appearance Scott’s oversized tshirt no pants “um I should get pants” I laughed “ya think?” Dean answered I quickly scurrying for shorts.

I came back dressed “so what-” Dean cut me off “you’re dating a werewolf!” he exclaimed my eyes widened I tried recomposing myself “what’re you talking about?” I laughed “cut the bullshit Y/n” Dean was furious the Scott stepped in thankfully dressed “speak of the devil” Dean coughed giving Sam a look “have a seat Scott” Sam spoke gently.

He did as told sitting beside me taking my hand in his “what’s going on?” Scott asked looking between us “did you know we’re hunters?” Dean asked giving him sass face. Scott looked to me panicked then let go of my hand “this is why you didn’t tell me anything, oh my god” he got up and held his hands to his face “baby” I coughed clearing my throat getting up to “Scott I didn’t want to jeopardize anything I’m sorry” I spoke hugging his back “Y/n all this time I explained to you everything in detail even Allison and her family but you said nothing” he was clearly upset with every right to be.

“Allison as in Argent?” Sam asked I looked at him “not the time Sammy”. “Scott just look at me I’ll tell you everything please” I pleaded Scott removed himself from me and looked down at me “okay explain” he crossed his arms I took a deep breath “okay my name is Y/n Winchester, I come from a family of hunters on my mother’s side. She died when I was 5 months because she made a deal with a demon over my father and in return caused Sammy to have demon blood given to him which cause him to become somewhat psychic. My father John became so obsessed over my mother’s death he turned us into hunters I’ve never been in a city for more than a few weeks till Beacon Hills. Now dad’s gone, Sam,Dean and I have been to hell and back literally and you’re my first ever boyfriend honestly” I puffed taking in a breath

Scott’s eyes were wide “wow I’m such an idiot I-I had no idea” he spoke holding me in his arms “that’s okay It’s my fault for not telling you sooner” I admitted “now listen wolfie what we do as hunters is kill your kind but seeing as your with our sister-” Sam interrupted Dean “we’ll let it pass you make her happy” Sam smiled at us. I smiled back at him pulling away from Scott to hug them. Dean got up “the moment and I mean the moment you break her heart I rip your heart out got it?” he informed Scott causing him to swallow “got it” he nodded.

“I guess I should probably tell you I’m leaving Beacon Hills after grad gotta get back to hunting” I told Scott timidly “great I’ll come with” he smiled “oh no you wont” Dean answered “and why not?” I asked “well because he doesnt know how” Dean explained “um I am a werewolf I think it’s in my nature to hunt” he chuckled “now dont get smart with me boy” Dean told him sternly “he’s joking yes you can come” Sam smiled warmly “yay thanks Sammy” I beamed hugging Sam “Sam?” Dean wined “hush” Sam said as he held me closer.


Live Life Golden Part 12

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

Words: 2334

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He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.


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Retribution (PT2)

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

Request :  Hi you’re taking requests right~? Could I please ask for a scenario with a doctor!jimin? The plot is up to you ^^ Thank you 💖💖

genre: smut(will be on 3rd chapter), doctor au

Authors note: Hey! So here’s part 2 and I considered an idea one of the readers sent me for part 2 in the asks so I hope I was able to provide! <3 Part 3 will probably be the last chapter and will contain the most awaited smut! I hope I didn’t disappoint with this chapter, it suddenly became a little more angsty than expected. Anyhoo, tell me what you think! 


You stare at yourself in the mirror and let out a sigh.

With eyes swollen and dark circles under them, you tie your hair up in a messy pony tail, deciding to just look as ragged as you felt. You had spent all night watching your favorite drama, crying for a few hours at the last episode, not sure if you were crying out of happiness or sadness anymore. 

You put on your glasses, reminding yourself to get a new pair of contact lens later today. Stepping out of your flat’s doors, you start adjusting the knots on your hoodie while marching down the hall, unaware of the figure that stood by elevator playing absentmindedly with his phone. You unconsciously flex your injured hand the wrong way and immediately let out a curse, glaring at the bandaged hand in irritation.

Jesus.” You hear the voice beside you mutter making you snap your head to the side, only to widen your eyes at the familiar shade of silver greeting you. 

“Who went out and dragged you from hell?” He chuckles before angling his body towards you, leaning against the elevator doors for support. 

You arch an eyebrow, eyeing him from head to foot and scowling when you saw how perfectly put together he looked. The young doctor was in a navy button up, tucked into his dark slacks, with the sleeves folded up to his elbows, accentuating the each delicious curve of muscle he had. Even his hair was styled to perfection, his skin twinkling with life and no sign of blemish. 

Then there was you. The scruffy and unkempt, you. 

“You’re still short.” Was your comeback, quick and plain but very lethal. 

Jimin bares his teeth in irritation but you were already too busy staring up at the screen signaling the elevators movement from floor to floor. 

“I’m not short, you know. My height’s is considered proportionate to my body type.” Jimin controls his voice, doing his best to keep his temper in check. He was not going to give you the satisfaction of getting under his skin.

“Only short people have to explain their heights.” You shrug dismissively as you step into the elevator doors. Jimin’s jaw drops open in anger before he’s marching after you and waving a finger in front of your face. 

“I am not fucking short.”

“Sure you are.” You check your watch, stifling a yawn “Just accept it short fry.“ 

“Stop calling me that!” He stomps and you arch an eyebrow as you look up at him. Jimin’s arms were crossed over his chest, his veins straining against his skin as he bites the inside of his cheeks in anger. You roll your eyes at him before letting out an annoyed sigh. You were honestly too tired to deal with this today. 

“How about we shut up the rest of the way down?“ 

"How about no?” Jimin bobs his head to the side “How about we talk about my thighs? When did you start calling me Mr. Thighs?" 

A sudden shade of red covers your cheeks and Jimin has to push back the need to howl in pride, finally getting back at you. 

"I thought you were someone else.” You glare at him, cursing both heaven and hell at how fast you had blushed. 

Jimin’s lips curl up in a smirk as he leans closer to you, eyes dancing in victory. You step back in nervousness and Jimin’s head bobs to the side. With a mouth like yours, he never expected you to shy away from such a simple act. He places both his hands against the metal walls, trapping you between them as he runs his tongue across the plump portion of his lower lip. You watch in awed fascination, your cheeks heating up even more as the young doctor places his lips as close as he could to your earlobes. Your heart was hammering against your chest and you were too awestruck to even move a muscle, Jimin’s scent taking over your entire system as you shut your eyes.

“Too bad my thighs don’t like you." 

Your mouth had snapped open and before you could even process the insanity of his words, Jimin was already walking out the elevator doors and whistling a tune that had your eyes twitching as you balled your hands up in fists, cursing the doctor in ways that would put any sailor to shame.

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