wild-hearts-run

Ideal partners for the Venus signs

Aries: someone who makes your heart beat faster, who teases you, who makes your blood rush, who makes you chase them, who makes you feel alive, who makes you grin

Taurus: someone who makes you feel at ease, who makes you feel at home, who gives your life structure and meaning, who gives you a reason to wake up each day, who makes you feel stable and whole

Gemini: someone who you can talk for hours with about anything and everything without getting bored, who you’re completely open with, who you can be weird with, who is funny, intelligent, and witty

Cancer: someone who is kind and tender, who takes care of you no matter what, who always has your needs on their mind, who is romantic and loving, who always makes sure you’re doing alright

Leo: someone who shows you off, who is really proud to be part of your life, who showers you with compliments, who always goes on about you to their friends, who talks about you like you hung up the stars

Virgo: someone who knows how to please you, who knows your pet peeves, who matches your standards, who you can find no fault in no matter how hard you try, someone who makes you feel safe 

Libra: someone who is cheesy and quirky, who is always telling you how much they love you, who romanticizes you, who treats your relationship like a larger than life affair that they can’t live without

Scorpio: someone who isn’t careless with your heart, who cherishes the vast amount of love that you can give, who doesn’t make you second-guess yourself, who takes their time to memorize every inch of your body, every part of your soul, who you can trust completely

Sagittarius: someone who doesn’t cage you, who lets your wild heart run free, who gives you your space and lets you breathe, who fills your days with yellow joy and promises of adventure, who never makes you feel bored and is unpredictable 

Capricorn: someone who always seems to be in control, who always knows exactly what to do, who inspires you, who has a planned out future and a sharp mind, who is good at meeting the goals they set, who you can picture yourself growing old with

Aquarius: someone who shows just the right amount interest to keep you hooked, who you can never quite figure out, who is different from the rest of the crowd, who’s individuality piques your interest and keeps them on your mind

Pisces: someone who’s really flirty, who can’t seem to keep their hands off you, who makes you feel like you’re in one of your fantasies, who thinks of you everytime they read a poem, look at a painting or listen to a love song, who’s ethereal and gentle

“I’ve never felt more understood.”

QUOTES/SAYINGS FOR HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS…

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter
“You can only lose what you cling to.”
Hermione Granger
“You are unrepeatable. There is a magic about you that is all your own.”
Ron Weasley 
“It’s always darkest before the dawn.”
Neville Longbottom 
“Courage cannot erase out fear, courage is when we face our fear.”
Luna Lovegood 
“Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.”
Ginny Weasley 
“Though she be but little she is fierce.”
Draco Malfoy 
“I never wanted to be different. I just wanted to be me.”
Cedric Diggory
“And the only solution was to stand and fight.”
Oliver Wood
“Success isn’t something that just happens - success is learned, success is practiced, and then it is shared.”
Dean Thomas
“I’m in love with cities I’ve never been to and people I’ve never met.”
Seamus Finnigan
“Curiosity often leads to trouble.”
Lavender Brown
“There I just said it; I’m scared you’ll forget about me.”
Parvati Patil
“She’s got lions in her heart, a fire in her soul.”
Pansy Parkinson
“It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible and entirely ignored.”
Blaise Zabini
“I’d like to remain a mystery.”
Fred Weasley
“You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.”
George Weasley
“I’ll be alright. Just not tonight.”
Lee Jordan
“It’s better to cross the line and face the consequences than to just stare at the line the rest of your life.”

Marauder Era

James Potter
“We’re all just stories in the end.”
Sirius Black
“Nothing scares me anymore.”
Remus Lupin
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
Peter Pettigrew
“We’re all just kids who grew up way too fast.”
Lily Evans
“We’re forever, aren’t we?”
Alice Longbottom
“It hurts me to think you’ve ever cried.”
Frank Longbottom
“Be by my side.”
Amos Diggory
“That day, we lost to fate.”
Marlene McKinnon
“Life’s tough. Get a helmet.”
Regulus Black
“All my friends are broken toys.”
Severus Snape
“I am the monster you created.”
Lucius Malfoy
“If I tremble, they are gonna eat me alive.”
Narcissa Malfoy
“She’s gone, but she’s everywhere.”
Bellatrix Lestrange
“Everything she does comes from this dark impulse. That’s what makes her so thrilling to watch.”

Next Gen.

Albus Severus Potter
“This one’s for the lonely child, broken hearted, running wild.”
Scorpius Malfoy
“I spend way to much time in my head.”
Rose Granger-Weasley
“She’s going to set the world ablaze.”
Teddy Lupin
“Nothing is what it used to be.”

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Newt Scamander
“Your awkwardness is adorable.”
Tina Goldstein
“I noticed everything. I just acted like I didn’t.”
Queenie Goldstein
“Yes, I like the way you smile with your eyes.”
Jacob Kowalski
“What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?”
Creedence Barebone
“How many times can I break until I shatter?”
Percival Graves
“The storm is coming but I don’t mind.”

AND MUCH MORE.

The Ink of My Heart

Summary: Prompt 51 for @rotisserierogers ‘s writing challenge: A tattoo artist gives clients tattoos that determine their fate 

Pairing: Tattoo Artist/Alchemist!Bucky x Reader 

Word Count: 2824 Words

Warnings: Fluff, angst in the form of physical pain and being scared

Notes: This is pretty cute, but I’m so sleepy that I dunno anymore ahaha, sorry this is late Kumi!

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Originally posted by winter-barnes

“Nattie, I’m fucking terrified. Is this even legal?” You’re gripping her hand so tight that you’re sure that you’re crushing her bones.

She gives you a withering look, before pulling up her sleeve. “It works, every time, guaranteed. Look at mine. Perfectly passive, and it’s gotten me my dream job and boyfriend.”

Your eyes linger over the highly detailed tattoo on her bicep, before looking back up at her. “You sure that this guy won’t use his…tattoo powers to murder me?”

She snorts, leaning against the brick wall. “He’s not allowed to do that, he doesn’t know what he’s casting but they can’t involve death or illness. Well…maybe illness, but there’ll be a good outcome. He sort of has a selection of objects, and you choose them, and they’re meant to influence your tattoo’s meaning. People don’t know what they’re getting, but in the end, it’ll be something that they’ve wanted for a while.”

“Do you know how sketchy that sounds?” You cross your arms, heart running wild with panic and oh shit this is a horrible idea isn’t it-

“Shut up, you’ll be fine,” Nat snatches your hand and marches you towards the door of the building, “you can’t miss your designated appointment, he stores his magic up for each client.”

“So what is he? A wizard? Like, from Harry Potter?” The bell tinkles as you enter the waiting room area. You take a brief look around, taking in the modern interior, with succulents on benches and plant pots dangling from the ceilings. There’s nothing ‘magic’ to this, what with fluffy blankets on the arms of the sofas, and industrial light bulbs casting a glow over the room.

“I’d prefer the word ‘alchemist,’ but you can call me a wizard if you want.” A voice says behind you, and you shriek, whipping around instantly.

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Your Time (M)

Smut /// Nerd!Baekhyun

You flip through the manga’s lining his windowsill; you’d just finished running your hands through the ones in his bookshelf. Baekhyun was lounging on his bed with his leg dangling off the edge. He had one of those double decker beds without the bed at the bottom instead the space was crammed with his computer and posters for old timey movies.

You toss your jean jacket onto the chair, dirtying the spotless room with the item. You could feel his eyes wandering off his manga and onto the chair in an instant.  

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Stress Relief part 2 - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW SMUT)

So many people asked for more Wolverine smut…So, here we go. Very NSFW. Really. Shameless smut (with some gif, which do not belong to me by the way). Because self-control is for weak people…wait…hum…Whatever. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

Summary : Last time, you helped your Wolverine relax…this time, he helps YOU. And you couldn’t be happier. 

Part 1


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It had been a while since you had a week as bad as the one you just had. 

Your students, maybe because they felt like the summer vacations were very close, were just being so difficult, so much that at each end of the class you were just exhausted both mentally and physically. 

If that wasn’t enough, you had tons of paperworks to take care of because you promised Storm you’d help her with it. You probably made at least 100 new student files, as the school really started to grow and more kids came in every day. You fucking hated paperworks…You cursed yourself for even asking Ororo if she needed help. She was your best friend, and was co-headmaster with Logan…You saw what being headmaster did to Logan, how it took a toll on his mind, mood etc etc, and just had to try to help them. Still. Fuck paperworks. 

You also were in charge of recruiting new teachers, and that was another pain in the ass, because damn some of them were perfect idiots. You had to throw some out of the school once you realized they were just journalists, looking for a new scandal article to make about a “school full of dangerous mutants”. Assholes. 

Oh, and of course, you also asked Kurt and Hank if they needed help, and of course…They did. 

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The idea that Taylor made a strategic business decision solely for the purpose of being petty ignores everything we know about how she had built her career and her reputation as one of the most admired business minds in her industry. Industry publications (tech, business & music) have all been speaking on the Spotify issue in the past few months. Taylor'a future actions have prominently featured in many of those articles. Talk of an impending deal have been wide spread. This was going to happen.

In true Taylor fashion the rollout would be done to showcase her return to Spotify the way she wanted it framed. She was not going to be seen “crawling” back to Spotify. It wasn’t going to go down as just a foot note. She was bringing something to the table. She took a strong well-reasoned stand against their unfair treatment and her return was not going to be seen as some type of capitulation to the inevitability of streaming.

Instead she waited till changes and reparations were made by Spotify. She waited until she had unassailable proof that she won the “game of chicken” against Spotify and everyone that said her decision would adversely effect 1989 on sales and charts. She waited till she had the numbers to show and the certification announcements. She waited…possibly…till the timing was right for an impending new album release. Timing was perfect. Then she framed it as a gift…a thank you to her fans. The ones who came through for her by buying her music. I think this was her primary strategy.

If thought was given to her return coinciding with Katy Perry’s album…and I think it is naive to assume it wasn’t part of the discussion…I don’t think it was an issue of being petty/passive aggressive that was the dominating thought. I think talk would have centered around how do we make sure Taylor’s return to Spotify is triumphant. They would have wanted her return to be viewed as significant to Spotify. To accomplish this they needed the fans to stream in mass. They needed the media frothing at the mouth to discuss. They even needed social media to make it an event. What better way to do that then piggy backing off of Katy’s ill-conceived marketing strategy to drag Taylor into her own album promo.

Seems to me she used her impressive body of work to be her “on the record” comment/response to Katy and then let everybody else let their petty hearts run wild and have fun with it creating the big buzz. It’s was a good strategy and it was well executed to maintain her reputation and standing in both the music and business world in my opinion.

If Gaston tried to count all the women he’s ever kissed, he’d run out of breath. And pass out, probably. He kissed girls in primary school, junior high, and some would argue every single girl in high school. He feels proud for it. 

He’s also kissed boys. That started later, though, as a dare in a high school party. It was someone he didn’t know, so he didn’t see the harm in it. Ever since, he’s kissed more and more boys. He loved kissing boys.

But kissing girls was easier because no one questioned you when you kissed a girl.

So Gaston liked to kiss whoever he pleased- there’s just one rule. It would be too complicated if he were to bend or break it. It is metaphorically written in permanent Sharpie marker across everything he owns. He opens his textbook and reads it. He unlocks his phone and reads it. When he wakes up, the rule is written on the ceiling of his bedroom so that he must first read it before going about any other activity. 

He doesn’t kiss his friends.

Enter: Lefou.

In a lot of first loves stories, the characters would know each other for most of their lives, but not in this one. There was two weeks left in the school year before Gaston graduated. He was thinking of everything in the future tense: what was to be, what was to come, what would unfold tomorrow and the day after and the month and years after that. 

Then, in Algebra class, he is pulled backwards as if by a rope around the neck. He’s pulled to present. 

“Do you have a pencil I can borrow?”

Gaston blinks. The voice is familiar, and so is the face. But Gaston has never spoken to him before. He’s cute, soft-faced, and gorgeously voiced. It’s so late in the year. The final exam is in three days. There had been no seat changes. This boy had been sitting next to Gaston all year and Gaston had never noticed.

The boy laughs quietly, nervously, and then turns the other way and asks someone else.

It all happens slowly, like Gaston is standing so far away and watching the shadow of this boy interact with someone who is not Gaston. Watch the boy laugh with someone who is not Gaston, and then return a pencil to someone who- again- is not Gaston.

The next day, Gaston gets to class early, and puts a pencil on the desk next to him. It is set down loudly, and makes a sharp, painful sound. Gaston stands next to it and smiles.

When the boy comes to class a few seconds later, he stops in front of Gaston. The desk is between them, holding the evidence of a single pencil. The boy is looking at Gaston like he has two heads, and isn’t even looking at the pencil. Why wasn’t he looking at the pencil? It was a gift, Gaston insisted internally; and although he wanted the boy to acknowledge his efforts, he couldn’t complain to be the target of his gaze.

“Um,” the boy says, “Hello.”

He sits down. He doesn’t notice the pencil. It infuriates Gaston further.

Gaston sits down, too, and says, “I brought you a pencil.”

The boy looks over sharply, surprised. He picks up the pencil, and looks from it to Gaston.

“This is yours?” he says. “I remembered my own today, though.” 

Then the boy tries to give it back.

Gaston shakes his head furiously. “No, it’s yours. Keep it.”

For a moment, Gaston feels as if he’s done something wrong. He feels like he should take the pencil back and laugh as if it were all a joke, do something to save himself from drowning- but then the boy starts to smile. 

Gaston dies. Not as the spirit dies, but as the flesh dies. He stops breathing and can’t speak and can’t think. 

“Thanks,” the boy says. The word is a bandit, robbing Gaston of ability to respond.

The boy turns towards the front of class. The lecture begins. The boy pays close attention, and doesn’t look at Gaston for the rest of class. 

When the bell rings, the boy gathers his things.

“I’m Gaston,” Gaston blurts. 

The boy turns around, and looks as if he isn’t sure if Gaston is talking to him or not. It’s ridiculous. Why wouldn’t Gaston be talking to him? Who else would he rather speak to? There isn’t anyone more worthy of Gaston’s attention.

The boy laughs softly. He juggles his books.

“I know,” he says.

The response makes Gaston’s heart sink. How could he know who Gaston is, and Gaston have no idea who he is?

The boy is leaving, and Gaston runs to catch up.

“What’s your name?”

The boy looks startled. He smiles again, and Gaston dies again.

“Lefou,” he says. 

Gaston grins. Lefou. Lefou.

That’s how it starts, anyway. And over the course of the remaining semester and following summer, they grow to be closer friends. Closer, closer still. And Gaston has no idea how he could be sitting right next to Lefou for an entire year and never having seen him before. When they laugh together or play soccer together or go to the movies together, Gaston thinks of nothing else he’d rather do. He thinks of wasted time and wasted opportunity.

Then Lefou would smile, and Gaston would die. His heart would stutter and sputter and give out. Gaston would be a walking corpse, and Lefou the assassin. 

They are sitting together on the sofa with popcorn and Doritos and M&M’s, watching a super hero movie and laughing at inappropriate moments with no one to tell them they can’t.

They’re close. Gaston feel’s Lefou’s arm touching his own. It feels like fire. It feels like electricity. It feels like the best thing Gaston has ever felt in his life. 

And all he can think about is how he wants to kiss Lefou, but he can’t. They’re friends, and Gaston can’t kiss his friends. 

Gaston has kissed many people. He’s loved none of them. 

Though despite all his effort, Gaston inevitably breaks his rule.

Lefou is still next to him on the sofa, holding the bag of Doritos, when he starts to droop over and lean into Gaston’s chest. Gaston holds his breath, his heart runs wild. He’s about to ask what Lefou’s doing when he looks down to see Lefou asleep. His lips are pretty, pink, and parted. Gaston loves them. 

He takes the bag of chips from Lefou’s hands and sets them down on the table next to them. As he moves, Lefou turns more toward’s Gaston’s chest. There’s a short moment of awkwardness, but Gaston puts his arm around Lefou and everything feels right. It feels like the last piece of a 300-piece jigsaw puzzle has been found and put into place. Gaston is utterly content. He feels warm, as if he’s sitting in the summer sun. 

They stay like that for half an hour. Gaston had long since turned the movie volume down to a dull hum so not to wake Lefou. At least, that was the objective.

“Do you like me?” Lefou says suddenly, startling Gaston.

 Lefou turns his face up towards Gaston, and Gaston forgets any surprise as it’s covered in adoration. Lefou’s face is flushed, warm, and cute; he blinks blearily, and Gaston dies and dies and dies. He’s in love.

Gaston wants to laugh. 

“Yeah,” he says, voice a whisper. 

Lefou nods. “What kind of like?”

Gaston’s heart stutters and sputters again. It has yet to give out. He isn’t sure what to say. The moment feels tender and quiet. 

He touches Lefou’s hair, and says, “The kind where I want to give you everything you ask for.”

Lefou smiles dopey and wide, “Like a pencil.”

Gaston laughs loud and abrupt. It comes out choked. 

“Yeah,” he says, “like a pencil.”

“What if I asked for a kiss?” Lefou says. His voice is gorgeous. Gorgeously-voiced, like the first time Gaston heard him speak in Algebra class a few months ago. 

“Yeah,” Gaston nods.

“Kiss me?”

And that’s the day Gaston has his first love’s kiss like every Disney princess movie likes to include. Gaston’s had many kisses in his entire life. He’s kissed more girls than he can count and fewer boys than he would have liked to count before he met Lefou. 

But firsts do that to people. Wipes the slate clean. There’s no more counting because nothing else matters. Lefou is every kiss Gaston had ever wanted and ever will want. 

“Kiss me again?”



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I’m getting really hyped about those AUs lol.
By the way I don’t know if I really got Jon’s character of I messed it up so sorry if I messed up.
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(Look how cute Kit is afjgafouhle)

Originally posted by adorablelittlekit-ten

You passed a hand through your hair, frustrated.

Beginning a new semester after holiday for you had always been traumatic. Leaving your peaceful house just to return to your noisy dormitory was a shock.

You sighed and stared at the words in front of you, praying that you would have absorbed something in time for monday’s test. Your phone buzzing on your notebook distracted you from your work and you picked it up.

A smile appeared on your face as you read your best friend’s message.

‘Don’t study too much.’

You shook your head and quickly typed an answer, putting your phone on mute.


Jon had been watching you for a while.

He picked up his camera again and captured your smile. He found you the most beautiful girl, even if he was surrounded by them. You were his muse and when this afternoon he saw you studying in grass he couldn’t help but capture every little movement that you made.

He admired you from far away, enchanted by the way you gathered your hair in a messy bun. Your face suddenly changed and Jon had to suppress a dreamy sigh and instead picked his camera again.

You were simply art for him.


“Alright, as your first assignment you have to find a muse and take some pictures, that you’ll show me at the end of the next week.”

Jon smiled a little, at the thought of seeing his muse again.

Jon walked into the library finding you in the usual spot, at the end of the room in a not fully lit corner. He sat in a table not far away from you and positioned his camera in front of his face. He tried to get some good shots for his assignment but every time he found the perfect light you moved or when you were still there was someone in his shot. Jon sighed frustarated and got up, his heart running wild.

He stopped in front of your table and sat in front of you.

You lifted your head, curious.

“Hi, I’m Jon Snow. I study art and my photography teacher gave us an assignment where you have to find a muse and take some good pictures, and I think that you are muse so I wanted to ask you if I could take some pictures of you. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I can find something else, even if I thi-”

Jon was interrupted by your chuckle.

“It’s okay, Jon. You can take a few pictures, I don’t mind. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Jon took a deep breath and melted at the sight of your smile.

You chuckled again and Jon blushed deeply.

“When do you want to begin?”

“Now if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” you said as you tried to brush your hair with your fingers.

“No, don’t do that, you look perfect like this.”

You smiled at Jon and gathered your books.

“Where do you wanna do it?”

“At the cafeteria?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You grabbed your backpack and walked next to him.

“You’re british,” you said to break the ice.

“I am.”

“I like your accent, it’s cute. How did you find yourself in the U.S.?”

“My family moved here a few years ago.”

“Interesting.”

You walked into the cafeteria and went straight to the table next to the window. Jon sat in front of you.

“How do we do that?”

“Just talk.”

Jon picked up the camera again, waiting.

“Are you sure that I look okay like this?” you said pointing at your outfit, that consisted in a sweatshirt and jeans, and at your hair.

“I think you look beautiful.”

You lowered a little your head and smiled a little. A flash blinded you and blinked, a little surprised.

“Sorry, next time I’ll take off the flash.”


You and Jon walked into your dorm’s hallway to your room. You had fun this afternoon and Jon took all the pictures that he wanted.

You stopped in front of your door and started to look into your backpack.

You took out a pen and a pair of keys.

“Thank you Jon, I had fun with you,” you grabbed his hand and wrote down your number, “ if you need something else call me.”

You kissed his cheek, chuckling lightly at his blush and opened the door of your room, closing it behind you.

Jon stood there and looked at your number, letting out that dreamy sigh.

Golden Nugget by jam82, @ubekendt
With a supportive boyfriend at his side and a pregnancy book to guide him, Bressie tackles an unexpected pregnancy.

You Love to Sing (I Put It In a Song) by the_painless_moustache, @thepainlessmoustache
Bressie gets enough liquid courage in him that he tries to kiss Niall after his performance at the Olympics. Niall pulls away.
Art: Mermaid!Niall AU
“Where did you come from?”
The boy looks dumbfounded by the question, like Bressie’s just asked him what sand is or the color of the sky. He gestures towards the ocean. “Where do you think?

I’ll Be the Cure (I’ll Fix You With My Love) by kayleejohn, @leprechauncupcakes
Bressie is sick so Niall tries to make him feel better.
If Love’s a Drug, Show Me the Science

Bressie is a physical therapy major and Niall has a bad back. Bressie gives him a massage, and a little something extra on the side.

Love So Warm (Make a Heart Run Wild) by supras, @musuak
In which Bressie is a fireman who rescues a kitten from a burning barn and Niall is the village vet.

Falling In Love With the Same Person Repeatedly Is Extraordinary by ziam_paynes (asherly_89), @wolvesinthewind
Everyones soulmate’s name appears on their twenty first birthday. For Bressie, it caused panic. Years later when Niall literally bumps into him at a pub things seem to come into focus.

Love Hurts by linvro21, @linvro
There’s a thin line between love and war.

Til My Breathing Stops by notverypunkofme, @stylingmrstyles
“What´s wrong?” Niall asks, suddenly all rigid. He remembers, once again, how much Bressie insisted on getting a hotel. How he told Niall that he wouldn’t be going out for drinks with him after the gig, because he needs to get back to Ireland the next day. Niall’s been hoping it’s not poorly covered avoidance, or something worse. A lump forms in his throat, the first sliver of worry licking at the pit of his stomach.

All I Can I Think Of Is You by thestorans, @niallerer
Because no matter how far away you are from the love of your life, you need to be loyal. Or, what a big city does to a man like Bressie.

If the Whole World Was Watching by patchesjames, @rapideyemichaelstipe
Five moments of Niall and Bressie’s relationship, as seen by others.

Matches Your Eyes by gettingaphdinlarry, @gettingaphdinlarry
When a pair of women’s panties mistakenly gets sent to Niall and Bressie’s house, Niall decides to see what they feel like.
Art: Matches Your Eyes

Jet Pack Blues by alexenglish, @queerlyalex,
That saying: you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone? Niall relates.

A Most Diverting Adventure by nothanksweregood (eavis), @nothanksweregood
A curious interaction with the village’s local blacksmith leads to adventures undreamt of.

dear jihoon;p.j.h

a/n; a short prologue for a work im gonna post up after my o’s(or earlier), and because i wanna write rlly badly hehe


dear jihoon,

im writing this because, i felt like writing would be much of a less awkward way to express myself to you. you might never receive this, you might receive this. despite so, i hope you can read it. one day.

it all started when you saved me from lunch being spilt on, your strong arms twisting around my waist as you pulled me towards your body. i was shocked for a moment, but your sweet brown eyes assured me, but also sending my heart running wild. i was never this close to a classmate, or rather, someone i used to be close to.

“are you okay?” you asked, eyes dripping with concern.

“yeah, sorry.” i mumbled as i rushed to the table with my friends, who were then smirking at me.

i was interrogated by them, most of the questions surrounding our non-existent relationship. well we had one. before we broke up.

you see, jihoon, i dont blame you for being strikingly handsome. its a gift from heaven, that you actually dated me for a month. i was happy, and genuinely putting in my all in this relationship.

this relationship? sorry. that relationship.

if you didnt have feelings for me, you couldve told me. instead of leading me on with your “confession” ,then dumping me after you got your 200 bucks.

shocked? if daehwi was an asshole like you, i wouldve been in the dark until now.

and maybe if you could be more alert when your buddies texted you if everything was going well with your “cash girlfriend”, with your phone not on mute.

all i wanted to say was, i hope you spent your $200 wisely. if you had spent it on something that makes you happy, then good for you.

but money cant buy me back the boyfriend i had, that gave me happiness for that one month.

@youngbloodbuzz congrats ur Sara bareilles post inspired this:

Kara’s first loss is–hard. She was -just- a second too late. She missed the signs, misread a moment, got sidetracked by some other emergency, and the girl was just–gone. She didn’t make it in time to stop the hail of bullets, and humans are -so fragile-, but she sees only courage in the eyes of the teenager she holds in her arms, knowing, without even using her x-ray vision, that there is nothing she can do, nothing that will save her.

The blood is so much. Redder than the sun she was born under, redder than the cape she wears that protects her and reminds her of home. It coats her hands, slick and warm, as she presses them against the girl’s stomach and chest, her voice shaking as she whispers words of comfort she knows the girl won’t understand, the Kryptonese bubbling from her lips without her giving it much thought. The girl puts her hand on Kara’s, her breathing labored, waits until Kara meets her eyes, and smiles with difficulty. “Its….okay,” she manages between breaths. “Thank (gasp) you….for trying.” Kara’s eyes fill with desperate, angry tears and she shakes her head, determined to try harder–but the girl lets out one last raspy breath, her eyes glaze over…and she’s gone.

~


“Kara!” she pleads thru the door, knocking for something like the nineteenth time. “Please open up, just tell me what happened!”
Silence, deafening and complete.
Alex sighs and leans her forehead against the door, defeated. She closed her eyes and thinks, pressing her fingers to her eyebrows in frustration. “Kara, I…I’m going home, okay?” she calls finally. “But I’ll leave my balcony door unlocked. Please….just come talk to me. I’m…really worried. About you.”
She waits another moment, fingers flexing anxiously, just in case Kara decides to finally answer, but the door remains firmly, impenetrably shut, and no sound can be heard from inside the apartment. With another quiet sigh Alex heads down the hall, mind still racing with worry.

~


Six hours later, Alex is reading the same sentence about Protein AH-14c Deficiency Syndrome in Gerdian Trilosects over and over without understanding a word of it. Kara’s frantic, tearful voice on her voicemail keeps running thru her brain, blocking out all other thought and causing Alex to imagine the absolute worst. The message had been mostly in Kryptonese, and altho Alex’s Kryptonese was mediocre at best, she had made out “girl”, “no time” (or possibly “little time”?), “blood”, “I cannot” (or “I could not”–Kryptonese verb tenses all sounded the same to her) and “die”/“death”. Altogether, not a very reassuring message. Coupled with the news reports she’d been unable to escape all evening describing a “disastrous” attempt by Supergirl to save a local teenager from an armed robber at her father’s corner shop, and Alex knew Kara was most likely trapped in her “Atlas” headspace–where all she could think about was how it was her duty to save the world and every lost life was a personal crime she had to atone for.

She growls in frustration and slaps the medical journal down onto the tabletop, shoves her chair away from the table roughly, and heads to her bedroom, pulling from the bottom of her closet the old gibson she had bought in her rebellious punk rock phase and never had the heart to give away, even tho she rarely played it anymore.

The evening is warm, her balcony softly lit by the streetlights below. She tunes her guitar as a light breeze carries by the dusty smell of the desert, a few hundred miles away. She speaks quietly, both because it’s two in the morning and because she knows Kara will be listening instinctively for her voice no matter where she is. “Kara, I’m…still not sure what happened today–you know my Kryptonese is not the best. But I know it was bad. I know a girl got shot, and I know you were there when it happened. If I know you at all, you’re probably blaming yourself for what happened.” She stops talking to strum a chord experimentally, then quiets the strings again with her palm.

“I want you to know it wasn’t your fault, Kara. Bad things happen. Sometimes there isn’t a reason for it. I know you know that more than anyone.” She turns her face up to the sky, thinking how in a million years, one star in the sky will actually be a planet, exploding billions of light years away, while the girl who escaped it all will look and look and gaze and gaze, and never have her fill, will reach out to catch millennia-old stardust and remember a home and a life that were never meant to be hers but that she will never be able to forget, no matter how far away she gets.

Alex speaks to the brightest star she can see. “Kara, you aren’t failing your people, your parents, because of what happened today. No one can save everyone. I know you think you have to save the world, again and again, because of krypton, or Clark, or me or Mom or Dad–but you don’t, Kara. You–what you do, is enough. Its always good enough. You have to believe that.”

She waits for a response. A car passes underneath her building, and a cricket chirps somewhere on the balcony below, but otherwise there’s silence.

Alex settles her guitar in her lap and begins strumming a slow tune, tapping her foot to keep time.

~


Kara is floating on her back, somewhere over the Outback, when she hears Alex singing.

If she doesn’t turn over to see the empty desert below her, the scarlet sunset combined with the redness of the land could almost pass for Krypton’s ruddy glow. She could be almost happy to lose herself in the fantasy, but the cavernous ache in her chest refuses to be ignored. The smell of smoke and eucalyptus oil, drifting up from the bush fire she’d extinguished a few hours ago, smarts in her nose and draws her back to memories of Krypton and its destruction. Despite her best efforts to clear her mind, images float to the surface of her thoughts: her father, offering his hand as she disembarks on a foreign planet, his eyes smiling. Her mother, teasing her twin sister as she burns yet another meal in their kitchen. Astra’s white streak of hair, sliding thru her fingers like silk. Kal-el, screaming in temper as his mother patiently cleans jerlon juice from his face. Her best friend, blowing hilkesh flower seeds into the wind, laughing as they stick to her dark brown skin instead. The girl who died today (-the girl I killed-, she thinks, -the girl I didn’t save-) and the gentle smile she had given her as she held Kara’s hand and died.

She closes her eyes as more tears slide backwards into her hair, and that’s when Alex’s voice comes echoing over thousands of miles, quiet and just a bit raspy on the Pacific breeze. Kara tries to block it out, but when she hears the guitar start up, she can’t help it. She could never resist Alex’s singing. She levitates upright and turns her face away from the setting sun, towards the oncoming night.

~


“This one’s for the lonely child,” sings Alex, thinking of Kara as she’d first seen her, a tiny thing clutching tightly to Superman’s hand.
“Broken hearted, running wild,” and Alex remembers Kara, chasing seagulls on a deserted beach, running, tripping, levitating, falling back to earth, stumbling, laughing and running on,
“This was written for the one to blame,” and Alex turns her face up again to the stars,
“For the one who believes they are the cause of chaos in everything.”

~


The night wind sings to her in Alex’s gentle voice: “You may find yourself in the dead of night,
Lost somewhere out there in the great big beautiful sky…”
The words hit her like a kryptonite fist to the chest. Kara bites her lip and looks upwards, trying at once to stop the sudden, fresh tears from falling, and to understand how Alex knows her so perfectly well. Her vision blurs and her throat burns, but the stars and the wind are her only witnesses, so she lets the tears fall.

~


“This is so you know the sound
Of someone who loves you from the ground
Tonight you’re not alone at all
This is me sending out my satellite call.”
Alex lets the last chord fade before she looks skyward, willing Kara to hear her and understand, hoping against hope that her stubborn, brokenhearted sister will heed her call to come home, to share her burden with Alex…

-Please Kara-, Alex thinks silently, watching the stars and waiting for one to materialize into a caped blonde figure. -Please come home.-

The cricket chirps a few more times and then falls silent. A few moments later, the suddenly chilly wind whistles thru her guitar strings, and Alex’s gaze drops to her fingers, restless in her lap. Her mouth pulls to the side as she tries to suppress her hurt and disappointment. She get up and carefully carries the guitar back inside, her bare feet cold on the balcony tiles.

She’s just leaning the guitar carefully against the bookshelf when there’s a familiar sound and feel of rushing air behind her, and before she can turn around or even say anything, two unmistakably strong arms are holding her just slightly too tightly from behind. Kara is cold and her hair is damp and she smells like eucalyptus and ozone and ocean, but Alex tightly grips whatever part of her arms she can reach as Kara buries her face in Alex’s hair, trembling and silent. Alex moved her thumbs back and forth along Kara’s sleeves, unable to do much else from her position.

After a moment, when Kara stops trembling and instead is leaning her forehead on Alex’s shoulder, Alex says quietly, “I was really worried about you Kara. Please don’t ever fly off like that again.”

There’s a pause, and Kara whispers “I’m sorry, Alex,” into her sister’s shoulder.

Alex responds by tilting her head so that it rests against Kara’s and asks, “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

Another pause, and Kara nods. Alex taps her fingers on Kara’s arm and Kara lets go; ten seconds later, Alex has turned down the covers and Kara has changed and brushed her teeth. They crawl into bed and Alex turns off the light as Kara curls into her side.

Kara’s head is heavy on her shoulder, and Alex kisses her forehead, whispering, “Stop thinking so much, your head weighs a ton.” Kara’s response is to reach for Alex’s free hand and tangle their fingers together on top of Alex’s stomach. Alex can feel Kara’s heart slow the longer they lay together, and she feels her own eyelids grow heavy in turn. She’s almost asleep when Kara murmurs, “Alex? Thank you.”

Alex’s hand squeezes Kara’s and her lips move against her sister’s forehead: “You’re not alone, Kara. I will -always- be here. To catch you, or call you home. Whatever​ you need from me. I promise.”

BRAD - Stay

Note: I’m baaackk


Too long, it had been too long since you last saw him. Of course, you did love him, but it just wasn’t the same any more. And he agreed.

So you broke up.

Nobody dumped anybody. You just stopped. You stopped trying.

You broke up.

Wierdest part is, you broke up through text message. It’s pretty much the reason it ended. There was nothing you could do anymore. Just text. And that wasn’t enough. 

It was time to move on…


You sat in your bed with your laptop o your lap. You were just having a lazy day. In your pjs, eating, watching Netflix and scrolling through social media. Now that you were single again you had gone out a few times, seeing if you could meet anyone new or interesting. Nobody really clicked. It had been a few months since you broke up. Of course, you thought about him, everything was cool between you two, you even spoke every once in a while. But it seemed like both of you had failed to truly move one. To find someone else.

You got curious and you scrolled through his Instagram and Twitter. You ended up on The Vamps website looking at tour dates. 

They where playing in your town in a month. 

You bought a ticket. Front row.


The loud screams and all the girls pushing each other around made you a bit uncomfortable, but once you made it to your seat you felt a better. You waited and then finally, they came out. There he was. Brad. With his microphone in his hand. A few songs passed, a few new ones too. You were having a great time.

They were performing “Wild Heart” now. Brad was running around the stage coming to the edge and singing to the fans. He came close to the area where you were. He was right in front of you smiling to the audience as he sang. You stared at him with a smile. And then he saw you. You noticed how he stumbled a little on the words of the song. He continued to sing, but he  gave you a confused look. You just shrugged and smiled. He smiled back and  then finished the performance, occasionally passing by your area and making eye contact.

The show ended and as you were leaving a security guard approached you. 

“Hey can you come with me please?”

You gave him a weird look, but you went with him.

As you walked through the crowd he said:

“Brad asked for you.”

“Oh! so that’s what this was about… Wait? But how did you know it was me he was talking about?”
“I had seen you before with him. In a few shows before” and the security guard gave you a smile.

“Oh. So you know who I am?” you said grinning.

“Sorta. Anyways, it’s the third door on the right. He’s in there. Good Luck”

“Thanks” you answered and you walked to the door. You paused before opening it. You took  deep breath and walked in.

“Hey!” he said.

“Hi”

“Wow, I just couldnt believe it when I saw you there.” he said. You smiled.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I sorta just came, not sure why, but hey, great show.”

“Thanks, so…” There was an awkward pause. So many thoughts ran through your head. It had been so long…

“It been… what? 8 months since we last saw each other in person?”

“Uh, yeah. 4 months when we were still together and another 4 since we, um, broke up” he said. He was nervous. You could tell. You smiled trying to loosen up a little. He smiled back.

“I missed you” he said.

“ I missed you too” you answered and got closer to him. You stopped. But he seemed to have the same idea. 

He put his hand on your cheek and kissed you.

“Come with me, Stay with me. Please.” he said as you oppened your eyes from the kiss. His hand still cupped around your face, your arms still wrapped around his neck.



Note: Lowkey inspired by their song “Stay”. Anywaysss I really hope you like it. Its my first fic back, next up I’ll be posting for James. 

Stiles Stilinski Imagine, Part 1

Prompt: Stiles’ feelings about Theo prove to be correct as he kidnaps the both of you and forces your boyfriend to watch him hurt you.
~
The first thing you feel is pain. Throbbing, aching pain at the back of your head. When you open your eyes you only see more darkness. With confusion you go to lift your arm only to realise it is tied to something. Panic fills your mind as you recollect what had happened. The last thing you remember is the sickening smirk on Theo’s face as he tells you his plan to murder your best friend, Scott.
You try to let out a scream but it comes out muffled, the rope around your mouth hiding your attempts to be heard. You go to scream again but you stop, hearing a familiar voice mumbling in the darkness. You feel your face pale and your mouth goes dry as you realise that the voice you hear belongs to Stiles. Suddenly a dim light flickers on above, and as your sight adjusts you take in the scene in front of you. It’s a dusty, old room, practically bare besides the two of you. You look at Stiles, with rope bound around his hands and legs, tying him to the chair in which he is sat on. You look down at yourself only to realise you are in the same position. “No, no, no, no… (y/n), are you okay?” Stiles asks, anxiety making his voice hoarse and you know he’s more afraid for your safety than his own. You give him a slow nod, wishing you could ask him the same question. His eyes glaze over, fear making his heart run wild as he looks at the girl he loves, knowing he is completely helpless in any efforts to keep her safe. You watch with sadness as he tries over and over to free his hands, his wrists becoming red and sore from the rope. “I’m so glad you’re both awake.” You hear from the corner of the room, a voice that can only be recognised as Theo Raeken. Your heart drops instantly, sure he is going to hurt, or even kill one of you. “Let her go.” Stiles says immediately, anger present in his tone. “Oh Stiles, but that would ruin the fun wouldn’t it. You see, while you two are stuck here with me, my plan is going perfectly.” Theo laughs, slowly pacing around the two of you with a sickly sweet smile on his face. “What plan? What the hell are you talking about?” Stiles raises his voice, and you can almost see his blood boiling with anger. “My plan to kill Scott McCall. I didn’t come to join his pack Stiles, oh no. I came for a pack of my own. I came for the were-coyote, the one whose first instinct is to kill. The banshee, the one surrounded by death. I came for the beta with anger issues, the dark kitsune, I came for void Stiles, that’s the pack I want!” Theo shouts, with a proud look upon his face “… fortunately it doesn’t include Scott. "Similarly, I don’t really have any need for weak humans either…” Theo trails off, coming to stand behind you. You feel a lump in your throat, his words filling you with fear as you realise now that the only person he wants to harm is you. “What have you done to Scott?” Stiles asks slowly, and you can see the anger wash away on his face, being replaced by a fearful frown. “I haven’t done anything… it’s what Liam will do.” Theo’s laugh echoes through the empty room. “Now, I’m going to make you angry Stiles, I’m going to get the void Stiles that I want, even if I have to kill to do it.” His eyes never leave yours, his smile widening with every word he speaks. You try not to make any noise, try not to look as terrified as you feel as you watch him take a knife out of his pocket. Stiles writhes in his seat, shouting at Theo to leave you alone, but he continues to walk towards you, stopping at your feet. He places the tip of the knife at your neck, keeping it there as he walks behind you. “What are you gonna do about it Stiles? How are you going to stop me?” He asks, pushing the knife a little harder, and you wince as it causes a small drop of blood to fall down your neck. Stiles’ eyes are glassy, and you watch as he bites his lip, his brow furrowing at the sight before him. “Please, don’t hurt her, she doesn’t deserve any of this.” He says slowly, his voice breaking. You close your eyes tight as Theo quickly pulls the knife away from your neck. “If you haven’t noticed already Stiles, a lot of people are dead who probably didn’t deserve it…” Theo trails off, pulling your hair over one shoulder. With one swift movement he makes a sharp cut on the top of your arm and you jolt to one side, hissing in pain only for it to be muffled by the rope over your mouth. Your fear slowly numbs as you realise that you truly are helpless. You look up at Stiles, his breathing fast and his hands twisting and un-twisting around the arms of the chair and you know he’s not angry anymore, he’s terrified. “What’s wrong Stiles? Have you lost your voice?” Theo smirks. You tense as he grabs your hair, pulling your head to one side, making you look him in the eyes. “I’ve gotta say (y/n)…” he whispers “… I didn’t think I would enjoy this so much.” And you notice that the knife he had been using had been replaced with what looks like a taser. Your thoughts were shown to be true as two dart-like electrodes fire into your leg, and the electric shock burns through your body. You scream into the rope around your mouth, the electric current causing you to writhe in your chair. Suddenly the pain is gone, and you fall limp, feeling weak and helpless. “Please stop, please Theo.” You hear Stiles begging, his voice thick with a pain of his own, his tears now falling onto his cheeks. “Okay, okay, I’ll end this now.” You hear and as you gather the strength look up at Theo, you watch his eyes glow and suddenly he raises his fist towards your face. Once again everything has gone dark.

concert sonata;p.j.h

synopsis: you bring your boyfriend along to a dance concert to support your best friend, and unbeknownst to you, your dance classmates and annoying cousin are there to tease you and your boyfriend.

warnings: childish banter, sinful amounts of fluff

genre: fluff

length: | a paragraph | drabble length | a short story | your average essay of less than 10,000 words | a fic too long but too short for a part 2|

a/n; ok tbh i had this idea as soon as i came back from my friend’s concert,, shy jihoon and bf!jihoon cough @ myself is also something i want to see too!!!! and also for the lack of pd101 scenarios on tumblr :”) p.s i had a hard time choosing between jihoon and daehwi and my loyal ass and my friend picked jihoon,, im sorry daehwi i promise you will have a fic of your own too

listen 

Originally posted by tutrinhh157


“Please?” You donned on your cutest puppy-dog eyes as you pleaded your boyfriend to accompany you to your best friend’s dance concert.

“No.”

“Why?” You frowned.

“Do you want your boyfriend to get caught having a girlfriend?” 

“No one can see your face in the theatre, as long as you don’t freaking wink at people, Jihoon,” You rolled your eyes.

Jihoon snorted, “What has my wink got to do with this?”

“You’re the wink boy, who knows how many hearts you stole with that stupid wink,” You huffed, folding your arms.

An affectionate grin spread across Jihoon’s lips, as he hugged you lovingly, “I’m kidding babe, I’ll come with you.”

“Really?” Your eyes brightened up, as he giggled at your cute actions.

“Yes, I will.”

You placed a sweet peck on the boy’s lips, “You’re the best,”

Jihoon winked, “I know.”

With that, you pulled away instantly while rolling your eyes once again, “I’m breaking up with you.”


“Thank god you don’t dress as bad as people describe you to be,” You muttered under your breath as you spotted your boyfriend walking your way.

Jihoon was in a simple white stripped pullover with classic skinny ripped jeans, a pair of round framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and a black beret nestled comfortably on his head. To be honest, he actually looked good as compared to the “fashion terrorist” label that was thrown onto him. 

“Babe?” Jihoon waved his hands frantically in front of your face, “Why are you staring at me like that? Do I look bad? I can go home to change–”

You placed a finger on his lips, shutting him up, “Shh, you look fine. Okay, correction, you look good.”

“You’re not lying to me right?”

“Nope. I’m serious.” You shook your head as you smiled.

“I swear if people stare at me weirdly I’m–”

You silenced the doe-eyed boy with a sweet peck, which made his eyes dilate as big as saucers as the tips of his ears began to turn red.

“I’m hungry, let’s find something to eat~” You linked your arms with your now stunned boyfriend(with a stupid grin plastered on his face), as you dragged him around the mall to find food to fill your growling stomach.


“I told you no one would recognise you,” You assured Jihoon with a pat on his back when the lights in the concert hall dimmed.

Jihoon hummed, as he placed his arm around your shoulders droopily. Your heart was palpitating wildly, even the slightest display of affection from Jihoon could make your heart run wild. Nonetheless, you nestled your head into Jihoon’s shoulders, as the curtains were raised to commence the first performance.

Just as Jihoon was about to place a light peck on your forehead, you heard someone whisper your name from the back. You whipped your head around, it was your classmate in your dance class. Jihoon turned his side slightly, but he whipped his head back facing the front as soon he saw your alarmed expression. It totally slipped your mind that your dance friends were there to support your best friend too. You may have ditched them to have dinner with your boyfriend, which you were slightly guilty of.

“Y/N!” Your friend smirked, “Who’re you with?”

“Uhh my…” You bit your lip to come out with the best relation you could think of, “cousin!”

Unfortunately, your friend didn’t quite buy that, as she whispered playfully to the rest of your classmates seated beside her, “I don’t think your cousin will kiss you in a concert hall, at a dance concert.”

“Fine… he’s my boyfriend okay?” You huffed, as they giggled a little too loudly for your liking, “Let me enjoy the concert in peace will you?”

You turned your head back towards the stage, and slumped in your seat, as heat rose up to your cheeks. Jihoon saw your dejected expression, he interlocked his hand snugly into yours, as his thumb drew calming circles on the back of your palm.


As soon as the emcee announced an intermission, you dragged Jihoon out of the concert hall as fast as you could towards the toilets, in hopes that you wouldn’t bump into your friends.

“Luckily they don’t watch Produce,” You sighed as Jihoon placed a comforting arm around your waist, “ Or you’ll be dead.”

“They will find out about me, sooner or later,” Jihoon grimaced, “And I’m not worried about it at all, about them knowing that I’m on Produce.”

“What about your company?” You pouted, as you waited in line for the toilet, “Aren’t they against dating?”

“I told them about it,” Jihoon confessed, “They were fine with it, honestly, I was shocked when they supported it.”

“Please don’t tell me to break up with you when our relationship goes public,” You squeezed his cheeks playfully.

“I won’t,” Jihoon laughed as he pried your hand away from his cheek. A buzzing sensation could be felt in your bag, you frowned as you fished for your mobile phone. If it was your friend, you were ready to hang up. But it wasn’t her.

It was your cousin. 

You never really hated your cousin, to be fair. 3 years younger than you are, she truly tested your patience to your limits. The thought of your cousin attending your best friend’s concert slipped your mind as well, since it was her school’s dance concert, after all.

Being the filial niece you were to your aunt, you grudgingly picked up the phone.

“Hello?” 

“Y/N!” Your cousin chirpped, “Are you at Y/B/F/N’s dance concert?”

“Yes I am,” You admitted, “What is it?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m…” Jihoon pointed to the male toilet, which was currently empty, and mouthed, “I’ll be back.”, you nodded as you grimly replied your cousin, “ at the toilet near the cafe.”

“I’ll see you there in 3 minutes.” With that, she hung up the phone.

“She’s so rude…” You mumbled.

As you finished doing your business, you were greeted by your smiling cousin. You smiled back out of manners, as you pushed the tap knob harshly to wash your hands. 

“Are you here for Y/B/F/N?” 

“Yeah I am.”

“Are you with your friends?”

“Sorta.”

“Sorta?”

“I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” You gritted your teeth, “And yes, my mom knows about him.”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows, “You’re not bringing up one of your another imaginary “oppas” to shake me off, aren’t you?”

“You’ll know when you see him,” You smiled sweetly as you exited the toilet with your cousin.

“Babe, what took you so long– oh.” Jihoon complained as soon as he saw you, then kept quiet when he saw your cousin beside you.

Your cousin’s jaw went slack, you smirked, she was definitely not expecting the Park Jihoon to be your boyfriend, at all. You knew that she was an avid viewer of Produce, by the various snaps on her snapchat story. 

“Meet Jihoon, my dear cousin, and meet my cousin, Jihoon.”


After the concert, Jihoon was still a blushing mess when he met your cousin, and he toned down on the skinship a whole lot. You smiled, shy Jihoon was cute, and you haven’t seen him in a while. Your friends saw him as well, they all wished you and Jihoon would last forever, and all those sappy stuff. That made him a lot more shy, hiding his face in your shoulders, unable to face anyone.

“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” You hummed as you hugged your shy boyfriend.

“Shut up,” Jihoon whined as he pouted, making you giggle.

“Nope, not gonna shut up,” You stuck out your tongue as Jihoon’s jaw dropped.

“What if  I can shut you up?” Jihoon stopped in his tracks, holding your hands in his.

“How?”

“Like this,” Jihoon leaned in swiftly, softly kissing your tinted lips. You smiled into the kiss slightly, as Jihoon pulled back slowly.

“Did that shut you up?” Jihoon looked at you earnestly.

“For the sake of you, yes.” You smiled. 

For the first time in 2 hours, Jihoon’s face was decorated with a grin of endearment, all the way home.

the signs as R5 lyrics

Aries: Even though these are our best days, we only do things in the worst way

Taurus: You’ve got your diamonds and your pearls, but I’m what you’re missing

Gemini: Looking for the one tonight, but I can’t see you, cause I’m blinded by all the lights

Cancer:  You don’t have to tell me twice, when lightning strikes

Leo:  Let’s stay on the run forever, let’s go nowhere that we know, get strange with the stars together

Virgo:  You’re trying for more, you’re dancing in the friend zone. Baby I’m bored, this game is so Nintendo

Libra: My mind says no, you’re no good for me, but my heart’s made up on you

Scorpio: My nights begin to bleed, mirages of love, don’t want to wake up

Sagittarius:  Wild hearts run, your time has just begun, keep chasing for the sun, don’t slow it down

Capricorn:  Good girls ain’t never making history. And we dance in the streets til the morning, never sleep when the city is calling

Aquarius:  I was tryna play too cool to get caught up. Like, too fun, too young to fall to pieces

Pisces: I wanna get lost in the city of lights, jump off the edge of the world tonight

She lives her life like a flame; a dance of purposeful chaos.… Her enchanting light can guide you and quell your fears… She’s hot; warming those who respect her and burning those who don’t… She is a flame with an unforgettable glow… A weak man will try to dim her luminance… but her soul mate will take pleasure in fanning the blaze.
—  Steve Mariboli
Puppy Love (pt 3 Final)

Originally posted by bwipsul

SURPIRIZZZZZ ^^ Out of nowhere, here it is part 3! This is pure shitty fluff because I just keep on reading angsty stuff seriously guys life is amazing stop being so sad (just jk I LOVE reading angsty stuff keep on writing plz) also I tried to add some smuttish references in there to make it more funny but hey I’ve never tried before so don’t be too harsh with me plz ^^

Jungkook x Reader

Fluff

Word count:  5,600 K

Part 1 ; Part 2

You gradually get used to live with Jungkook. While you are at University he works at the ice cream shop or walk around town, “to observe human behaviour” as he says. When you come home he is always there, welcoming you like the little overexcited puppy he is. And yes, the two of you keep on sleeping on the same bed. At the beginning it felt quite weird, but not bad weird. You have thought about telling him off sometimes but everynight he just naturally climbs into your bed and truth is you just can’t resist his big doe eyes. You keep telling yourself there is nothing romantic about it, it’s just two people who comfortably sleep side by side.

Jungkook is not a ‘real guy’… right?

“Y/N-ah” his voice tickles your neck as his arms naturally find their way around your waist. It’s almost night time and you are washing the dishes but, as usual, Jungkook is bored and wants your attention. You’ve noticed how he would get extremely clingy when he has nothing to do. Like a little puppy he either has too much energy or sleeps like a rock. And when he is bored he comes to you to get some sort of entertainment.

“Hands off you whining little brat” you scold him jokingly

“I’m bored” he protests as expected, resting is head in the between your neck and shoulder.

“And I am busy! I am not your personal toy! You better find an hobby or something!” you suggest trying to pray his hands off you. Mumbling something under his breath along the line of -why won’t you play with me?- he goes in the living room with his head  hanging low. He is still there, lying with his face flat on your small couch when you enter the room after finishing your chores. He looks so pitiful your heart clenches a little. What’s wrong with this one now? Letting out a sigh you sit on the floor next to him petting his head gently.

“What’s wrong?” you murmur softly. Jungkook turns his head to stares at you. There is something in his clear doe eyes that always entrance you. He is like a magnet. And you are inevitably drown to him. This time you can clearly see a veil of sadness covering his usual bright gaze and you can’t help wondering what’s bothering him so much and wanting to relieve his sorrows.  

“There is so much I want to do and so many things I need to learn…” Jungkook says in a distressed low whisper.

That is when you realize that the whole situation is actually really tough on him. He is trying so hard to be ‘normal’ and to find his place in this world. Jungkook personality is always so cheerful and bright it’s hard for people to notice when he feels upset. Seeing him so vulnerable and helpless in front of you it’s heartclenching. You feel the desperate need to comfort him and see his usual adorable bunny smile.  

“You don’t have to worry. You can do everything you want, learn everything you like. There is no reason for you to upset. You are hardworking, charming and everybody likes you. You will understand what you want to do in your life, eventually. And if you need any help, I’m here” you say smiling sweetly at him.

Jungkook doesn’t reply but just looks back at you fondly. His warm gaze makes you blush a little but you try to keep up with it. You can see the relief your words brought to his mind and you feel extremely satisfied fro being able to help him. You are about to get up and leave when it happens. Without warning, he moves his face closer to yours and your noses touches. It’s a small, intimate gesture that lasts for less then a second. Not clearly realizing what is happening you sit frozen in place, your mind completely blank. Even though you can feel the warmth of his breath so close to your skin and his mouth inches away form yours, every muscle on your body feels paralysed.

After a moment you move backwards covering your face with your hands. The silence is so thick it’s almost unbearable and you hold your breath as your heart runs wild.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING??!!” You scream in shock. Jungkook looks at you blinking his eyes with an innocent expression on his face. Oh my god how many time you’ve restrained to punch that painfully  beautiful face.  

“What?” his flat reply only irritates you even more.

“Y-you… I… what..??!” you stammer. Jungkook senses your confusion but scratches the bridges of his nose with indifference.

“Why? I saw a lot of people doing that with the person they love”

You’ve never thought your face could turn this hot –IS HE FOR REAL? Did he just say the L word? Like this? Casually?!- You look at him in disbelief, your eyes the size of a saucer and your cheeks on fire. You were internally freaking out but impose to yourself to remain focused and concentrate. Clearing your throat you try to understand what is the whole situation about. First of all Jungkook is not a normal person, ok, he is also a dog, right, and with that said touching his nose means…

“D-do you mean a kiss?”

He stares at you and nods slowly pouting slightly. -Ok, this is getting out of your control-

“Uhm let’s break this down for a moment” Again you adjust your position trying to maintain a safe distance “Well, first of all that was technically not a kiss and second, kiss is not something you just randomly do with everyone, and well there are also those kind of people who don’t really care about it, but personally I find it something really intimate so yeah don’t be so careless about it people might misunderstand you” you start rambling and making weird gesture with your hands -Wow congrats that was so smooth, for fuck sake Y/N get a grip of yourself!!

Jungkook looks at you in silence clearly enjoying your little outburst. He’s got such an teasing look in his eyes you can feel your ears turning hot too. -Why is he looking at me like that? WHY DOESN’T HE SAY ANYTHING?-

“I just felt like doing it” he states simply turning around and stirring his back.

-What is it supposed to mean??!! Why is he like this?! What have I done to deserve such a torture?- You clear your throat once again and giggle uncomfortably. You honestly have no idea what to say nor how to feel about this whole nose-touching thing. Should you thank him? Nah that would sound weird.

The thing is Jungkook has this habit of doing awfully cute things that are probably oh-not-so-innocent from an external point of view. Like caressing the skin of your waist while humming a quiet lullaby or sleep impossibly close to you with his chin on top of your head. And honestly you still don’t know how to feel about it. He always does it so casually, so naturally with such an innocent expression plastered on his handsome face that never fails to leave you dumbfounded. The truth is that lately his only presence makes you feel hot and bothered. You have started to notice how is finger would linger a little bit too long on your waist, his hugs getting a little more possessive and his mouth resting way too close to your ear for your sanity. His fingertips have started to leave a trace of boiling spots on your skin and your checks lit up like Christmas balls everytime you hear his whining singing voice calling you from the other room.

“Well don’t do that again” you mutter under you breath and hide your face with your hair -a self defence mechanism of yours.  

“Why? You didn’t like it?” Jungkook glances at you sideways while casually biting down on his bottom lip. In the split of a second your gaze wonders from his eyes to his mouth and then to the floor and you hear him laugh faintly at you clear awkwardness -What’s up with the smug attitude now??? When did he get so bold? AND WHY AM I LIKE THIS???-

“Oh oh or maybe you enjoyed it?” you lift your face and upon seeing his self-satisfied grin you jump on your feet clenching your fists. When did he get so confident, so flirty?

“You little pervert! I- I want you to stay at least 2 meters away from me! Y-you sleep on the couch tonight!” you half scream stomping your feet and running to the other room to hide you burning checks.  As you walk out you hear a faint chuckle coming from the couch and you can vividly imagine the smirk adorning his tempting rosy lips.


When you get into bed that night it feels weird not to have Jungkook by your side. You have warned him not to come near you and weird enough he has decided to set on the sofa. When you came out of the bathroom and didn’t spare him a glance he felt bad and hated himself for being so impulsive at times. He knew you were not really angry at him and that his small gesture had taken you by surprise. But oh well, Jungkook too was shocked by his behaviour because usually he is more subtle with his approaches but tonight he just can’t control himself around you. Your movements, your voice, your smell, everything about you was intoxicating for him. Everything is ten times more amplified than usual and his self control totally non existent. Deep down the reason why and even though he doesn’t want to say it out loud he has already accepted it. The only problem is he is not sure if you would accept it so easily as well.

On the other side of the story, you’ve been tossing and turning around for an hour now unable to find a comfortable position. You sigh rubbing your eyes for the umpteenth time when the sudden realization hit you. Even though you would never openly say it to him the bed feels too big and strangely cold without Jungkook’s presence. It has been almost three months now and you hate to say it but you’ve fallen into the routine quiet quick. Going to University, working, coming back home and find him. It all feels so incredibly natural and simple it feels like you have known him from ages. Like it’s fate. Shaking your head -Come on Y/N don’t be such an idiotic helpless romantic!- you internally scold yourself.

It startles you a little when the door cracks open and you hear light footsteps approaching your bed. In a moment an adorable jindo dog jumps right in front of you. Speaking of the devil

“I-I’ve told you to stay away from me” you say but you can feel you voice shaking as the dog lets out a low sad whine. You decide to turn around because you know that if you keep looking into his adorable eyes you are going to give in. You are not even annoyed anymore, but you are just too prideful to concede defeat yet.

Suddenly you feel the bed sink under the weigh of Jungkook’ body, signalling he has turned into his human form. Unlike usual he doesn’t wrap his arms around you but stays distant. Sighing you just stay there biting your bottom lip nervously waiting for him to make the first move.

“I’m sorry” he speaks first  “I don’t want things to become awkward between us” you can hear the anxiety in his voice and you actually feel bad to have been so harsh on him for such a small matter. You know he meant no harm and was just being spontaneous.

“It’s not awkward… I was just… you startled me so… yeah” you say, finally turning around to face him.  His tensed up expression softens when his eyes met yours. Without even thinking about it, Jungkook reaches out for you and brings you closer. He needs to feel you close. His hands hesitantly rest on your waist, eyes unsure, lips slightly pouting.

“I am sorry” he repeats hoping you can feel the sincerity in his words. For the umpteenth time that night you sigh and crumble under his sweet gaze. You just can’t be mad at him. You outstretch your arms and Jungkook quickly moves forward to hide his face in your neck.

“Don’t worry, I overreacted. It’s fine. We are fine” you reassured petting his head gently and smiling weakly. He purred under your touch and let out a satisfied sigh. It always amazes you how Jungkook can turn from a cocky little shit to a fluffy ball of cuteness in a span of two seconds. And, of course, as you lay there thinking just how adorable he looks, his voice comes out in a teasing tone

“So…. can we, like, do it again sometimes?”

“J-JUNGKOOK!!!”

“Just joking! Just joking!” his hands travels to secure themselves around your body and Jungkook snuggle himself impossibly close to you “Let’s sleep”

You are sure he can hear your heart beats three times faster then its normal pace and you internally facepalm yourself for being so weak when it comes to him. He knows exactly what he is doing. And you hate how much control he’s got over you. As you lay there with your eyes already half closed you hug Jungkook back, feeling him smiling against your skin. It scares you to admit it out loud because it has all happened so unexpectedly fast you still haven’t got the time to process everything. Jungkook came into your life as a powerful, beautiful tornado who has turned your routine upside down. You still don’t know how to define your relationship. You would say you are really close friend, but then again if anyone sees you right now would beg to different. But you don’t care. Because truth is that you’ve never felt so safe in anyone’s arm before. And you have no intention to let him go.


The next morning you wake up feeling as hot as ever. And no, not in a good way. You feel extremely sweaty and uncomfortable, like your body is catching fire. After that you feel Jungkook’ body impossibly close to yours his arms engulfing your body, but not in the usual affectionate manner. His big hands are wrapped around your waist, your face a millimetre away from his chest, his legs are tangled with yours, his strong grip keeping you in place. You struggle a little and shift your body trying to escape his grip. That’s when you feel it. Being the little spoon you can feel E-V-E-R-Y inch of his body pressing against yours. And there, right under your bum you feel something hard poking you. You blush fifty shades of red and let out a desperate sound half between a sigh and and whine. Immediately you cover your mouth with your hands, embarrassed that such a sound came out of you. Maybe it is you squirming in his arms or maybe your groaning but the guy besides you slowly starts to come to his senses.

“Stop moving around” Jungkook’s deep morning voice gives you goosebumps as his hot breath tickles the top of your head. His body is radiating so much warmth it feels almost suffocating.

“Kookie you should… it’s hot and and… w-we should just get up because-” you stutter unable to form a coherent sentence. You start to move around again careful not to touch him there.

“Oh come on, it’s Saturday! You don’t have class today right?”

Jungkook shifts in attempt to still your movements but suddenly realizes his not-so-little problem. You feel him stiffen besides you and his arms tense up around your waist. His eyes grow wide and he suddenly moves backwards trying to put some distance between you two.

“I-I am sorry… I…” Jungkook stammers as he abruptly gets up. You sit up as well and watch him freaking out with a shocked -but nonetheless- amused expression. With his hair pointing in different directions, t-shirt all wrinkled and eyes like saucers, Jungkook looks around trying to find a way out of this awkward situation deciding eventually to run for the bathroom. Still flushed like a tomato you lift a hand to your mouth to suppress a giggle. Even though the situation is extremely embarrassing you can’t help laughing at his confused state.

Still giggling you get up and and head to the kitchen to make some coffee. The thought of the frustrated look on Jungkook face makes you smile wider and your mind can’t help but wonder what exactly is going on in that bathroom…. You hide your face in between your hands wriggling your head side to side just to get those thoughts out of your mind. You suddenly feel like a little teenage girl again. Of course you have thought about Jungkook that way in the past months because, come on, he is undeniably attractive, handsome but cute at the same time and well… with a really solid rock body. The temptation to tease him, to see how he would react if you were the one hugging him has been incredibly strong, but you have restrained yourself not to ruin your relationship. What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I make things uncomfortable for the both of us? What if he wants to leave? Those kind of thoughts have always stopped you from making a move, but your are aware of the fact that you are actually in a sticky situation. It is not the first time to feel a guy so close to you and you know it’s normal for boys to be like that in the morning, but well the fact that it happened there with you and the way he reacted made you feel a bit… flattered.

A sudden cough brakes your stream of thoughts and makes you turn around. Jungkook is standing at the door scratching the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze with a  pink tint painting his fluffy cheeks.

“I was.. I think…” he starts talking but shut it immediately because he doesn’t know how to explain it. He knows it’s something completely natural that he shouldn’t be ashamed of. He also knows that it’s normal for those like him to have this kind of persistent problem at random times of the year and having it now sure is… inconvenient. Unfortunately it is not something he can control but the fact that you are not freaking out calms him down a little. On the other hand you are quite enjoying the situation. Sure you still feel embarrassed but seeing his red face makes it all more funny. Feeling brave enough you decide to push his limit and tease him a little. It’s not fair he is always the one to make me blush, right?

“Come on Kookie it happens! Don’t worry! A boner won’t ruin our relationship” you blurt out giggling. Jungkook feels his breath hitch and his cheeks turning even hotter. He doesn’t know if he is more shocked about your relaxed reactions or the fact that you mentioned the words relationship and boner in the same sentence. Yesterday you were freaking out about him touching your nose and know, here you are, comfortably talking about his…. private parts. Girls sure are confusing- thinks Jungkook.  

The poor boy doesn’t  say anythig and you decide to get closer to him. Lifting your hand to pet his head and trying to sound as casual as possible -but knowing way to well what you are doing- you add “Come on it’s fine. It’s just me”

Now that is exactly the problem- thinks the poor boy. He feels the need to explain himself but his heart his beating so fast he can hear it pulsate in his temple.

“You know Y/N it’s hard to explain but people like me, well, dog like me can become quite sensitive during a certain period of time in the year and and…” again Jungkook stops and lets out a frustrated sigh. The situation in only getting worse and he has no idea how to get out of it.

On the other hand you are looking at him furrowing your eyebrows and trying to make sense of his words. Dog, period of the year, warmth… could it be? No no no.. NO

“Are you trying to say that you are in heat?” you gape at Jungkook and blink a few times when the realization hit you. In the end, Jungkook is a peculiar kind of hybrid, between a man and a dog, and so it is normal for him to have this kind of problems, right?

“Well no- now I wouldn’t call it- better- no… yes”

You stare at each other in complete silence for a moment, hoping the other one would make a move first. The tension is so thick you find it hard to swallow normally. Jungkook is standing in front of you, cheeks flushed and ears on fire. His rosy lips are slightly parted, shoulder hanging low and a regretful expression on his face. You can’t help to feel sorry for the poor boy who has no control over the situation, but also amused by the sudden turn fo events. You find this the perfect occasion to push his limits. Just for fun. Finally, tired of the silence, you speak up.

“So what are you supposed to  do now? Find a mate or something to… you know?”

“NO! I Y/N! THIS- ARGH!” Jungkook cover his face with his hands and lets out a frustrated grunt. There is no way he can tell that what he really needs right now it’s less then a meter away from him.

“I think I can handle this myself” he states trying to sound as firm as possible. However, the red shade spreading on his cheeks betrays him and you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle. You hardly feel so powerful and in control in front of him and -honestly- it feels great.

“Awww our little Jungkookie is frustrated” closing the distance between you two you lean forward to pinch his cheek smiling widely.

-What the hell does she think she is doing????? I am here telling her that I am in heat and she is teasing me like a little kid??- Jungkook can’t let you have the upper hand -and given his current state he is in no mood for games. Slowly he lifts his hand to hold your wrist as his eyes locked on yours in a piercing stare. A little taken aback you try to avoid is eyes and move away but he is quick to grab your chin with his other hand and still your movements.

“I wouldn’t play around with me right now Y/N” the low tone of his voice sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine and his strong gaze keeps you frozen in place “nor call me little” he adds.

A cocky expression appears on his face when he sees your dumbfounded state. Oh oh the tables have turned. His hot breath fanning on top on your lips is almost intoxicating and nothing like the innocent nose-kiss accident of the previous night. This time Jungkook knows exactly what he is doing. Your attention accidentally swift from his eyes to him temping lips in the exact moment his tongue makes an appearance. You close your hide shut praying he would just do something, anything because your mind completely blacks out. How foolish of you to think you could have maintain some sort of power.

“We should get out don’t you think? The park maybe? It’s such a nice day and I think you need some fresh air”  he comments moving away and leaving you still more puzzled, overwhelmed and frustrated then before. We both do- he thinks to himself as he makes his way once again toward the bathroom.



The park is sunny and there is hardly nobody around. Well, it is Saturday morning. Jungkook strolls besides you in his dog like form because he said  it’s easier for him to control his little problem like that. You have been walking around for quite some time now and heading back toward you apartment when a voice called your name.  

“Y/N! Good morning” you halt in your steps and turn around to find a really attractive guy waving and coming toward you “What are you doing out so early? I recall you being a bit of a sleepyhead!”

“Jin Oppa! Good morning” you greet warmly “I would have slept in but this little one here was being a little too feisty this morning! What are you doing here?”

“Just out for a walk… Aww I didn’t know you’ve got a dog! He is so cute!” Jin stretches his hand to pet the little dog but he immediately let out a low, aggressive growl “Oh it seems like he doesn’t like me” dumbfounded Jin scratches the back of his head sending you a weak smile.  

“H-he is just not really used to stranger I guess, don’t mind it” you throw a warning gaze at Jungkook trying to get him to behave. Why the hell was he so aggressive at times?

“Well then, we should change that. Do you want to grab a coffee with me?” Jin offers, his eyes twinkling and voice warm.

“Yeah sure!” you easily agree, ignoring yet another growl coming from the little jindo dog on your side.

The three of you head toward a small coffee in the park, one of your favourites. Jungkook keeps complaining, letting out a string of frustrated whines and barks until you can’t bear with him anymore and let him sit on your lap. He settles there and keeps quiet for the rest of the time but you can’t help notice how he eyes follow Jin and controls his every movement.  You pleasantly exchange small talks with Jin for almost half an hour, talking about University-related stuff when suddenly the conversation takes an unexpected turn into your private life.

“So how is you boyfriend?” his bold question takes you a bit aback and Jungkook on your lap immediately pricks up his ears.

“N-no well I mean… who?”

“I mean that tall brunette you were with the other time I saw you. From his behaviour I just assumed you two were a thing” Jin explains and you immediately feel your cheeks turning hot. Damn Jungkook

“Oh… OH! No, I mean, he is a really close friend and we see each other sometimes but yeah…” you stammer clearing embarrassed to death. On the other hand the dog you your lap starts to bark and waves his tail excitedly. -WHAT EXACTLY IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!- you pet him trying to make him shut up as you try to find a way out of the situation.

“How is Suga oppa? It’s been ages since I last saw him!”

When Jin hugs you and waves you goodbye you immediately turn to stare down at Jungkook. You are so annoyed by his behaviour you don’t even know what to begin with, but the little one must have sensed the danger because just after you have shot him a death glare he starts to run away.

“YA you little brat! Stop and behave!” you shout after him.



When you arrive home -painting and slamming the door shut- Jungkook is quick to run in your room as you take of your shoes and turn into his human form. You barely make it to the living room as he storms out of your bedroom and stands in front of you, arms crossed. He looks kind of intimidating with his eyebrows furrowed and wrinkled up nose -nothing like the Jungkook you are used to. The way he is looking at you, so stoic and firm, gives you goosebumps but you refuse to back down.

“W-what do you think you are doing?! YA why can’t you be nice with my friends?!” You half shout trying to keep up with his burning stare.

“I don’t like it” he says sternly, his voice dropping an octave “The way he looks at you, the way he touches you, he is always too close” while talking he starts to move towards you causing you to blindly step backwards until you bump into the kitchen counter.

You look at him confused “I-I.. Jin is just a friend he….” your words sound feeble to your hears. Jungkook outstretches his  arms, trapping you in between them and the counter.

“I.  Don’t. Like. It” he repeats and before you can move an inch is lips come crashing down against yours. At first, too shocked to move you just stay there, frozen in his arms. But soon enough your body reacts on its own. You wrap your arms around his neck, hands entangling in his silky brown hair and start to kiss him back passionately. The way his lips perfectly mould against yours, his hot breath, his  hairs in between your fingers. It just feel so good, so right. His hands dig on your waist and you are certain he will leave some bruises there. You are stealing breaths from each other like there is no more oxygen left in the planet, your bodies tangled like a two pieces of a puzzle. Jungkook pulls your body flats against his to feel how perfectly you two fits together. Your mouth tastes like those orange caramel you chew all the times with an after taste of coffee and even though it’s a bizarre combination he can’t get enough of it. Of you.

When you two part you look at his messy hair, his swollen lips and half lidded eyes. He is so beatiful he steals your breath away yet another time.

“I like you”  the words come out  like a whisper. In between sighs and hold up breaths you finally manage to bring out your emotions and pour them on him. It’s just three simple words and in the moment you say them you wonder why were you so scared to admit it before. Jungkook had already gained a special spot in your heart three months ago, when a little jindo dog came running toward you under the rain. Jungkook is able to lift your mood and put a smile on your face even in the darkest day. Jungkook teases the hell out of you but never fails to make is way to your heart with his tender words. Life with Jungkook is a dazzling, magical, never ending adventure. And you swear you will never get tired of living it.

Jungkook smiles at you fondly, showing those bunny teeth you adore so much and his eyes curls into two crescent shaped moon as he holds you closer and closer to his heart. From the first time he saw your graceful figure and twinkling eyes under the pouring rain he knew he had to get close to you. Jungkook is not someone who believes in fate but from that moment he started to believe that some things are just meant to be. And there is nothing that makes him happier then thinking that you are one of them.  He knows how much awkward he can be when it comes to express his feeling, so when Jungkook answers you he keeps it simple. Four simple words, the most banal, relieving, endearing, magical words he can master in that moment. As you stand there, giggling and blushing in his arms, hiding your face in his warm and welcoming chest there is nothing he wants more than make you smile forever. He’s got a lifetime to show you how much he cares and shower you with all his love.

I like you too”


Ok ok so just so you know this is going to be the last part. I will probably write some drabbles in the future, like everyday situations of Jungkook and the OC -if you have any suggestion just message me^^- but this is the last long scenario! Anyway, SORRY SORRY SORRY for the long wait but it really takes me ages trying not to write like a 5 years old and make as little mistakes as possible. Anyway I am satisfied with this and happy to have finally published it. Please comment, leave a message or any suggestion for future drabbles ^^

P.S I will probably edit this next week but for now enjoy!

N.

It slips out before he can stop it. 

They had been conversing about the very attractive lady who had making very obvious bedroom eyes at Mink while they were at the marketplace. Mink, not surprisingly, hadn’t noticed. He had been more concerned with the onions, asparagus and other veggies the locals had on sale but Aoba, on the other hand, had. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ashamed at the flare of jealously that had reared its ugly head. Of all the things he considered himself, a sensible, mature adult was at the highest point of the list. Jealously of that kind was reserved for teenagers but nonetheless, he had been jealous. Thankfully, he had managed not to make a fool of himself, however, he hadn’t been able to keep himself from making mention of it to Mink. 

Predictably, Mink had dismissed it. With a wave of his hand and a slight shrug of his shoulders, he had quietly but firmly assured that there was no point in worrying. While he was reassured, that hadn’t exactly dashed his guilt or embarrassment over feeling such things. He had attempted to save face but that hadn’t gone as planned. 

‘Well, you’re mine anyway, so its not like it matters.’ 

The words were out of his mouth and firmly said without hesitation before his mind realized precisely what it was he was saying. A moment filled to the brim with deafening silence fell between them. Blood rushed to his face and, in that moment, he was convinced there was nothing in the world redder than his face. 

However, shockingly, his face wasn’t the only red one. Along Mink’s high cheekbones rose a splash of pink that contrasted heavily against his brown skin. His expression was one of slight surprise, minute and subtle but still obviously there. For several moments, the two stared at each other. Unwilling to back down as now that he had said, he didn’t want it to look like he was taking it back, Aoba held Mink’s gaze while his face got hotter and hotter all the while. 

Mink caught himself rather quickly and his mouth smoothed into a mixture of a teasing smirk and gentle smile - a combination that sent Aoba’s heart running wild. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he placed a hand on his hips and sauntered slowly over to Aoba. Stopping in front of him, he leaned down, took Aoba’s chin in one of his hands and placed a soft, firm kiss against Aoba’s lips. Breathing out sharply through his nose, Aoba reached up to weave his fingers through Mink’s hair and pushed back into the kiss. 

The kiss was sweet and warm, lasting for but a moment and leaving Aoba wanting. Mink pulled back ever so slightly before leaning forward so that his mouth was right beside Aoba’s ear. A muscular arm wrapped around his waist as Mink squeezed him tightly to his beefy chest. Sighing contentedly, Aoba wound his own arms around Mink’s back, pulling him even closer.  

‘That’s right, Aoba. I’m yours. And you are mine. In life, in death, we will always belong to each other.’

Heat exploded in his cheeks once again as he melted completely into Mink’s arms. Snuggling his face into Mink’s shoulder, he breathed in his sweet, intoxicating scent and whispered, ‘Jeez.’

A soft, gentle chuckle filled his ear. Incredibly embarrassed, Aoba was about to make a move to untangle himself from the tight embrace when Mink’s hand suddenly slid down from his waist to his backside. Cupping one of his plump cheeks in his large hand, he took Aoba’s earlobe in between his teeth and bit down gently. Gasping softly, his body jolted in surprise and want. There was another soft chuckle, this one of a completely different tone before Mink released his ear lobe from his mouth and whispered softly, ‘Will you show me, Aoba?’      

Mink’s low, husky voice sent delicious shivers down his spine. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as he struggled to keep his breathing under control, ‘Show you what?’ he asked, his voice soft. 

‘That I am yours.’