with ears to see and eyes to hear

bob-newby-superhero  asked:

Strangest thing each of you has ever done in front of each other

hey im going to answer this since im with richie the most and this is a richie thing through and through. i swear to god you havent seen weird unless you have been around richie for longer than ten minutes. heres a list of things i have literally seen richie do with my actual real life eyes - - - >

- snort some sherbet - shove skittles up his nose just to see what would happen - light his own jacket on fire with a lighter while he was wearing it (also to see what would happen) - put pop rocks that he wet with soda into his actual ear to see if he could hear them better - eat soup out of a bowl like a dog - also drink soup through a crazy straw - also i swear he tries to snort everything i have literally seen him snort flour and sugar as well and he gets nose bleeds all the time because of this - i even once saw him try to snort flour through a crazy straw just to see if it would come all the way through (it did a little bit) - literally juggle with sharp knives in the kitchen - put his sleeve into the garbage disposal just to see what would happen (he does a lot of stuff just to fucking see what would happen even if what would happen is obvious, luckily mike was there and turned it off before his fucking hand got pulled into it) - cut his hand open trying to open a bottle of wine with a knife - smash a bottle of beer on the edge of the counter to open it (three times ive seen him do this) - ive also seen him then drink from the broken neck of the bottle and cut his lip and his tongue open - parkour into oncoming traffic so he can see if he can roll over the hood of a car like in the movies (hint: he fucking cant ive seen him get hit by a car like six times) - jump off the roof of our house onto a broken couch on the street (i literally cannot remember how many times we have been in the emergency room because of richie. that time he only bruised his coccyx and fractured his wrist, thank fucking god) - also we had to call the fire department once because he got his arm stuck in a pipe in our basement - i dont wanna go into detail but ive seen him get his dick stuck in stuff too before.

this list could seriously be a lot longer but i think you get the idea

- EDDIE

There’s a Ball?

So, this was a prompt. I have included the ask at the very end this time because I don’t want to give away the spoiler! Another one that was slightly longer than expected. Oh well. 

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            “Did you hear?” A boy whispered in delight, voice echoing around the now silent corridor. Draco rolled his eyes heavily. What was with immature people being obsessed with gossip? One would think that there would be better things to talk about than mindless shite.

             “Harry Potter is coming back for the Remembrance Ball next month!”

               Draco froze as he fought the urge to demand the boy to spill his sources. It wouldn’t do well to bring himself attention, especially about Potter.

               Excited whispers broke out as they all waited for Slughorn to open his door for class.

               “Where did you hear that?” Smith asked doubtfully. “Someone else brought up Potter at the beginning of the year but it turned out to be false.”

               For once, Draco was rather grateful for the Hufflepuff’s insight. He just hoped that it wouldn’t be a recurring thing.

               “I overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick about it when I was passing by the staffroom.”

               Draco furrowed his brows. If Potter was stopping by for a visit, Granger or Weasley would have acted like it, wouldn’t they? He shot a look towards Granger, who had a book on Modern Goat Conspiracy Theories compared to Anciently Deceased Theories open in one hand and their Potion’s book in the other. Surely, she couldn’t be reading both, right? Weasley had his head resting on Granger’s shoulder and appeared to be asleep. His mouth was open and Draco was pretty sure he saw drool.

               The clang of the door opening had Draco putting this behind him. It was no doubt just gossip.

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               “If Potter is coming back for the ball, who do you think will be his date?” Abbott asked as Draco sighed heavily, a few seats away from her in History of Magic.

               “Who says he has to have a date?” Macmillan asked with a scoff. “I’m going stag and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

               Finch-Fletchley snorted loudly. “You’re going stag because everyone you asked turned you down.”

               Draco was incredibly sick of everyone talking about Potter. This was getting out of hand. What was with everyone being obsessed with the savior? Merlin, there had to be better things to talk about.

               “That’s because he is blind to Abbott’s desperate pining after him.” Draco snarked, not bothering to turn around. He was just fed up with the whole conversation.

               There was a stunned silence that filled the room. Macmillan sounded as if he was choking on his own tongue and that was certainly the highlight to Draco’s day.

               “Is—Is Malfoy telling the truth?” Macmillan whispered, sounding awed. As if he hadn’t noticed that the girl had been in love with him for seven years.

               “I—umm.”

              Draco spared a miniscule moment of guilt as the girl sounded positively miserable. But it was for the best. He knew how this would end. And really, what was a little pain as long as it ended in happiness? Well, if they actually lasted as a couple that is. As a realist, he predicted those two would break up after one or two children.

               “Would you like to go to the ball with me?” Macmillan’s tone was scared, which had Draco rolling his eyes.

               “Yes!” Abbott squeaked out far louder than was necessary, causing Draco to nod approvingly.

               And if a small smile also escaped, well, no one had to know.

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The Autumn People

“Beware the autumn people… For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life…For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir in their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eyes? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles- breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.”

– Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes”

11:57 PM - Peter Parker

request - alright i fuckin love tom holland so please like a smut where you catch peter sneaking in after dark and he tells you about his whole spider thing while you take care of wounds and such, and he’s like super scared your gonna leave him and so you reassure him and take care of him in another way if you catch my drift, this was real long but yeah thank you 

a/n - yes finally i post a smut fic on this blog and tbh it was kind of fun and interesting to write so i hope it isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!

10:46 PM. Nearly 4 hours ever since Peter left me alone in his room. We were doing our Calculus homework with one another until he claimed he got an emergency phone call and ran out the door before I could say anything, taking his backpack with him.

The only thing that kept me company was my textbook and the sound of the falling rain from the outside. May was fast asleep in her room while I was far from that, my heart becoming a mix between anger and fear. I bounced my pencil against the pages of the math book, staring at my calculator as time went by.

I checked my phone again, 10:50 PM. Still no texts, no calls, nothing. I stared at my lockscreen for a few seconds before shutting off my phone and pushing it to the side, growing more frustrated by the minute.

“Dammit Peter.” I muttered, throwing my head back in a fit. I listened to the sound of the raindrops to try to calm me down, but nothing was working at this point.

I huffed and got up from the desk, beginning to pack my things up and call it a night, being more than prepared to give Peter the silent treatment for the next week. Just as I was about to zip my bag up, I heard the locks on the window become undone.

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I think the message to take away from LWYMMD and the majority of the things Taylor has liked on here is that she is, and always has been, a human being with feelings, eyes, and ears. She sees and hears everything that is being said about her, she feels pain and anger and sadness and disappointment and embarrassment. She always has. Stardom doesn’t eliminate the human experience. If anything, it escalates it. The song isn’t about being the victim, it’s about refusing to buy into their victimization. But just because she has never played the victim as so many accused her of, doesn’t mean she was not the victim all those times. Because she was. They bullied her for trying to exist with some degree of respect and dignity, and that was never and will never be her fault.

Best of Friends

Originally posted by spdrparker

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SEX BABYYYYYYYYYYYY, aKA SMUT SO IF U HAVE A PROBLEM DNT READ

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: BROUGHT TO YOU BY RUM AND MANGO JUICE

Request from @thomas-stanleyholland : Tom and the Reader are Best friends. They have a sleepover and have an intense makeup session in his bed, maybe some smut and fluff?

HECK YES TO SMUT AND FLUFF :,)

I’ll revise for any mistakes in the morning, I’m exhausted xx


[Reader’s POV]


   Your flight just landed at the London City Airport. The captain explaining that we’re pulling up to the gate. People around you were getting restless to get off. You of course were still waking up from the nap you took.


   Pulling out your phone you open the camera. Flipping the screen you see your reflection. Sighing in relief that nothing was out of place. Turning your head to the side you check  you winged eyeliner. Thanking the makeup gods the liner or your fake lashes you have on didn’t get fucked up.


  Feeling your phone vibrate you exit the camera app. A message from your best friend pops up. A smile on your face when you read it. Standing up once you see people emptying the seats in front of you. Reaching above you grab your suitcase with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Carrying the suitcase you lift it sideways to head down the narrow aisle.


   Someone pushes past you making you stumble a bit.  You huff out in frustration glaring at the back of the person. Readjusting your purse you make your way down the hall of the gate.  Your suitcase making sounds as it rolled and bumped over the bumps in the gate flooring.


   Walking over towards the bathroom you walk in and head towards a bigger mirror. Fixing your beanie that was on your head. It was your best friend’s beanie he gave you before he had to fly to the states for work.  Reapplying a coat of maroon lipstick  to your faded lips you leave feeling a little better.


   Looking at the  signs you see which way to turn for the baggage claim.  The escalator taking you down to the lower level. Stepping forward when you reach the end, you head towards a hooded figure. The sign said your name and beside the figure was your bag. He looks up from his phone, glasses shielding his eyes. A smile giving him way completely.

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sleeping with sirens lockscreens // requested by @chrisschrissyy

Beg For It

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

This is multiple requests in one. This is… dirty, to say the least. Love you all very much. Enjoy. xx - L

Harry sees what can make you feel better- toys or him.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 1,381

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Bruise [ IX ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by loverkoreanasian

Red was the color that painted your skin through the sleepless night alone. Your eyes grew red from the endless stream of frustrated tears that dripped down your temples. Your cheeks changed hue from rawness, the sleeves of your sweater scratching away at them until they near bled. Your phone battery drained to zero, red painting the icon when you stared at it, debating calling him so his voice could fade your consciousness. Your lips drew too much blood to the surface when you bit down on them to stop another sigh from slipping out, desperate for it to all stop. Desperate for everything to be a dream you could wake up from rather than something you had to deal with when the sun rose back up into the sky.

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[ one can only imagine lol hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! ]

Rated (SM) for slightly mature.


Seokjin 

➸ There was nothing rushed during your little shower session, Jin was definitely going to take his time with you. Thankful he had time off to spend with you, he wanted to make it last for a long as he could - from slow kisses to the slow rhythm of his hips as he easily slid into your entrance. Soft moans would fall from each of your lips as they barely separated from one another, you hands caressing his face while his would travel from your thighs, hips, to waist. He didn’t leave any patch of skin untouched, neither did you. Everything about this moment was perfect and filled with bliss. It was as if the whole world had stopped for the two of you…but unfortunately, that’s unrealistic thinking. 

“Could you two stop blowing up the goddamn water bill?” 

Jin nearly drops you at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you letting out a small squeak as he presses you even farther into the wall, his chest smushing into yours to hide you away from the sudden intruder. 

“Yah, Suga! Why didn’t you knock, that’s so rude!” 

“So is using up all the hot water. Do it in the bedroom, like normal fucking people.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You’ve been needy all day, and when he was finally home, you weren’t wasting a second more. He wasn’t complaining - hell - he was hoping you were in the mood anyways. Things didn’t take long to escalate as Yoongi had no trouble taking you from behind, smirking lazily at the sounds you didn’t even bother to cover up. 

“That’s it, baby, let me hear how good you feel…” 

Constant whispers of unholy things were enough to increase the volume of your moans, not taking into consideration that you two wouldn’t exactly be alone for much longer. Not even 30 seconds have passed when a harsh knock came to the door, but Yoongi didn’t falter into his thrusts - he didn’t even stop. As he continued to pound into you, he answered to whoever was at the door. 

“I’m busy.” 

“Yeah, we know! We all heard you from the front door! The FRONT DOOR, Yoongi! Could you keep it down a little?” 

Min Yoongi grins so devilishly at the back of your head, you could feel chills run down your spine. Gripping your hair tightly to tug your neck backward, you could now see the mischievous look in his eyes; he was up to no good. 

“Sure, no problem.” Without even missing a beat, Yoongi starts back up again at an inhuman amount of speed, finally hitting that one spot over and over again that both made you see stars, and scream at the top of your lungs. By now, the neighbors could probably hear the two of you as well. 

“Is this down enough for you?” They could practically hear his shit-eating grin, all glaring at the door as it seemed that now there was no stopping him. 

He was smart enough to lock the door. 

Namjoon 

➸ The two of you just couldn’t wait; didn’t even get fully undressed until after you stepped into the shower. Namjoon watched you intensely as he undressed you from your now drenched shirt, licking his lips at the mere sight of the water dripping down your body rapidly. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, jagi…” He groans before pulling you closer to continue the make-out session you started in the living room. Reaching in between the two of you, you eagerly gripped his already throbbing member causing a strained moan to escape past his lips in surprise. 

Namjoon practically panted in your mouth as your pace picked up in no time, him letting you touch him for as long as you wanted as he placed one hand to the wall to keep his balance. 

“Namjoon, did you break my headphon-OH. OH OH OH I AM SO SORRY. IGNORE ME, YOU SEEM BUSY, ILL ASK LATER BYE.” Hoseok flailed, almost slipping on the rug on his way out, almost forgetting where the door knob was as he dramatically exited the bathroom. 

Both you and Namjoon stared at the door with raised eyebrows, him shrugging his shoulders while you giggled softly while shaking your head. That small interruption didn’t kill the mood at all for the two of you, as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes and a slanted smirk. 

“On your knees, babygirl.” 

Hoseok

➸ It was the end of your anniversary date, which consisted of dinner and a movie. He wanted the night to be perfect, and boy did he deliver. Hoseok was nothing but romantic and gentle with you all night, everything just all cuddly and calm. The warm water that cascaded down your still clothed figures felt so relaxing - his soft kisses that trailed from the side of your face to your neck almost had you practically melting in his arms. Your hands ran through his damp hair, while his were placed firmly on your hips, as the two of you basically slow danced in the shower. 

“You’re too good for me, Hobi…how did I get so lucky?” 

He chuckles softly, now nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “That’s my line, jagi…I should be asking you that.” 

It didn’t take long for his sweet kisses to turn into sucks, as he marked all of your favorite spots that he’s memorized all too well. Your bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing good and well that the others were in the bed by now…or were they? 

“I’m telling you, Jin-hyung, I turned off the shower an hour ag-OH HOLY SHIT!” As quick as the door came open, it was slammed shut. You and Hoseok now stared at the door in pure horror, covering each other up - even though neither of you was naked yet. Quickly turning off the shower, Hoseok steps out right as Jin opened the door once again - only this time with his eyes covered. By now, Jungkook ran back to his room in embarrassment. 

“I don’t care what you two were about to do in here, it’s none of my business. But, for the sake of Jungkook, and my innocent eyeballs - could you lock the door next time?” 

Jimin 

➸ Just like Hoseok, it was more a soothing type of shower session between the two of you. He sat on the shower bench while you straddled his lap, your bra still intact as Jimin just teased the straps, him smiling teasingly in the kiss as you hissed at him when he would tug it far, only to then let them snap back against your wet skin. 

“Jimin, I swear to God if you do that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what, baby, huh?” His smile drops as he dared you to finish that threat, the hands that were placed upon your upper back now dangerously low on your ass - giving you a warning squeeze. “Did you forget who you talking to for a moment there? Does daddy need to punish you?” 

Before you could even respond, you could see the color drain from his face as his eyes drifted to something that was behind you. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to let out a scream in shock. Taehyung stood there in complete horror, unfortunately walking in at the wrong time. 

“I-I…I have no words…”

“Tae…how much did you hear?” Jimin gulps, afraid that his friend might have just discovered a little too much about himself. 

“Enough to where I want to shove pencils in my ears. Dinner’s ready, by the way, but it looks to me you’re already about to eat-”

“Y A H.” Jimin exclaims, Tae shooting his hands up in surrender as he starts to exit the bathroom with still a look of horror on his face. “Don’t tell anyone about this, please. I’m begging you.”

He shrugs, a small smirk starting to creep upon his lips. “Will daddy punish me if I do-”

“sTOP.” 

Taehyung 

➸ It was, at first, a solo shower. You had just gotten home from work, your day already starting off shitty - but that really took the cake. Not only did most of your co-workers call in sick, but they did it on the day where you have the most crowds. You were practically drowning in stress that you almost punched a costumer in the face. In conclusion : worst day ever. 

The dorm was empty by the time you got there, mentally thanking the man up in the sky that at least you came home to some peace and quiet for once. The warm water was exactly what you needed, but yet it wasn’t enough to fully relax you. Sighing heavily at the fact of not being completely satisfied, you lean forward to turn the water off - feeling defeat. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of cold hand grab your waist, and spin you around did you accidentally turn it to freezing ice water before letting out a small scream. Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to seal you screams with a kiss, letting you register that it was only him as you finally calmed down. 

“You jackass, don’t do that! One of these days I’m gonna stab you!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he started placing kisses all over your face, your lips trembling as the cold water draped over your bodies. 

“With what? Soap? Your shampoo bottle?” He teased, while continuing to place kisses anywhere and everywhere. “You looked a little down, so you can’t tell me that didn’t brighten you mood up just a little bit, jagi.” 

You wanted to punch him for almost giving you a heart attack, but you were happy to see him. Taehyung was actually the last puzzle piece to help turn this sour day back to sweet. Leaning into him closer to further his pecks into something more, the door to the bathroom was practically kicked in, and in came six out of the seven members as they all rushed into the small bathroom - Jimin holding a bat, while Hoseok started swinging at the air. 

“Y/n! Are you alright?! We heard you scream and- oh.” Namjoon pushed his way in, only to see that it wasn’t what they thought at all. “Seriously? Why can’t you do this at your own place - some of us have to shower in there, too!” 

Jungkook 

➸ You moaned into his mouth shamelessly at the pleasure he was giving you, the rushed movements of your mouths only making the bathroom much more steamier than the hot water. He wanted to use up all the time he had with you, knowing that his hyungs would be home soon, Jungkook wanted to use this opportunity to make noise as much as possibly. With one hand he held your wrists together, while the other rubbed your clit in slow circles, the water giving spectacular lubrication as you whimpered at the feeling. 

“Jungkook…p-please…” 

“Please what, Y/n? You’re gonna have to be more specific~” 

“Please g-go faster, please..!” You would cry, the teasing no longer tolerable as you were now reduced to begging. You would give anything to cum, even so much as scream his name while his hyungs were home. Be careful what you wish for. 

“Jungkook, are you watching porn again?” Jimin opens the door, only for both his eyes and mouth to completely bust wide open in shock. Jungkook being Jungkook quickly pulled away from you to cover himself up - only to then realize that you were naked as well, to then cover you up away from Jimin’s amused stare. 

“J-Jimin, don’t tell Jin-hyung! W-We were just uh…saving water?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, Kookie. I won’t tell him that you’re committing unholy things in his bathroom.” Not even five seconds later, “SEOKJIN! GUESS WHO’S MAKING BABIES IN YOUR SHOWER.” 

Jungkook, not even giving a shit anymore, would practically run after Jimin naked - leaving you to stand in there confused and sexually frustrated. 

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BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE-SHOT!!! I told you guys I’d have some canonverse klangst, so here it is! Longer than my usual one-shots, and while I don’t want to give a vague summary… there’s a bomb involved. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

This one is actually inspired by this absolutely gorgeous, angsty art/mini-comic by @littlecofiegirl who is an amazing artist that you should definitely check out!!

I saw this comic on my dash and I loved it so much that I was immediately inclined to write for it? Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy!


The plan had been going flawlessly.

Key word being had.

Shiro and Lance were both searching opposite sides of the base for their captured teammate, and Pidge and Hunk were too occupied giving Shiro directions through the maze-like corridors that they neglected to warn Lance of the approaching Galra heat signature.

A cat blocked his path in the hall, staring at him with large, yellow eyes. It didn’t move to attack, but it also didn’t run away.

“Um… guys?” Lance tried over the coms, lowering his gun just a bit. He wasn’t about to shoot a cat, but he still wanted to be on guard.

He didn’t hear the Galra behind him until her hand was on his shoulder.

That was mistake number one.

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“Beware the autumn people.
For some, autumn comes early, stays late, through life, where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the only normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.

Where do they come from? The dust.
Where do they go? The grave.
Does blood stir their veins? No, the night wind.
What ticks in their head? The worm.
What speaks through their mouth? The toad.
What sees from their eye? The snake.
What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars.

They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks.
Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.”

— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Image: “Autumn People” by Frank Frazetta.

Best Of Me - Yoongi Version

Summary: You and Yoongi decided to take a break from one another as your relationship was crumbling down. But when you show up at an award show with Jackson from Got7 as your date, he couldn’t help but feel the jealousy take over him and that he was in the wrong this whole time.

Best Of Me - 6/7

Word Count: 4581

Originally posted by professional-fangirling

3 weeks. 3 miserable, long, stressful weeks. When will you hear from him? When will he call? When will he come home? Simple texts just aren’t cutting it now. Texts that only say “I’m staying at the dorm tonight,” or “I won’t be home tonight” or “Don’t wait up for me”, they were starting to break your heart. Never have you once doubted your love Yoongi, you understood that he was a busy man with a job that required so much for him to do, a job that he loved.

The past 3 weeks, you have sat at the kitchen table eating your food painfully slow, with no one to talk to. 3 weeks you have laid in a bed that wasn’t as warm as it used to be. In the past 3 weeks, his shirts are starting to not smell like him, you’re losing him. You’ve never felt so lonely before, a piece of your heart was gone and with him. Did he feel the same way?

You were put on the backburner, as he was slaving over the computers for days on end trying to find the right beat. Every time he checked his phone, it would be yet, another missed call from you and eventually the text messages piled up to be 10 messages from you and nothing from him. The loud ring disrupted his flow of beats, and he whipped off his headphones to pick up his phone to only see your name appear. Quickly, he declined the call and roughly placed his headphones back on.

Sitting in your apartment, staring at your phone call list, he hadn’t picked up once. It was time to take matters into your own hands, and physically see him. No more waiting for him.

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Your coat was zipped up all the way to the neck as you quickly rushed inside the building with a bag full of takeout. If he couldn’t be at home to eat dinner with you, then you’ll bring dinner to him. Finally, you got to see your boyfriend who seemed like he dropped off the face of the earth without a reasoning. Happiness filled you but yet, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as well. Did he even want to see you?

Knocking on his studio door, no voice was heard from the inside, so another round of knocks came waiting for him to open up. Nothing was there. You turned the doorknob yourself and let yourself walk in, seeing Yoongi sitting in his chair with his face resting in his palm, looking directly at the computer in front of him. His headphones were on, and music was playing softly, he could have easily heard you at the door, but you didn’t mind.

You quietly shut the door, as you stood there waiting for him to notice you, and he never did. Awkwardness overtook your body, and you moved until you were near him, setting the plastic bag of takeout on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head onto his shoulder, he didn’t even flinch. No smile was cracked, his eyes didn’t move, it’s like he was a stone.

You stayed in that position for awhile until he finally spoke up with his monotone, annoyed voice saying, “Can you move.” You released your arms from him and stood back up, with your hands by your side. You bent down to pick up the food, and tapped him on the shoulder so he could turn around or at least give you some attention so he knew that you brought food. “I brought you some dinner. We could eat together.” You pulled a box out of the bag revealing it to only yourself as he still didn’t turn around. “Okay.” You whispered to yourself as you set the box back into the bag.

Still not acknowledging that you were there, you laid down on the couch, making sure to not make any noise as he was apparently in his zone. Scrolling through every social media app you had on your phone took shorter than you anticipated. You stared at the ceiling, and back at your boyfriend as he hasn’t moved an inch from when you laid down. Sighing, you heard your stomach grumble and you rummaged through the bag to grab the food you had brought for yourself.

The smell overtook the studio as Yoongi was distracted with his work, and couldn’t concentrate. Has it really been 10 hours with no food in his system? He turned around in his chair to see you chewing on your favorite sandwich, you let out a little grin as his right hand came up to his face and his thumb and pointer finger rubbed his eyes. The plastic bag crumpled as you dug inside of it, to hand Yoongi his sandwich that he always got. “Sorry I got hungry.”

He grabbed the sandwich and threw it onto the couch, scoffing. “If you got hungry you should have just stayed at home and ate.” You choked down the piece of sandwich that was in your mouth as his words came out like venom.

“I thought you could take a twenty minute break and eat with me.”

“Well you thought wrong Y/N, I don’t have time for you right now.” You simply nodded at his words as you grabbed the water from the bag and placed it on the couch next to his sandwich.

“Well I got you a water too.” You said it ever so softly, not wanting to make more agitated than he already is.

“Just take it home and eat it, I don’t need it.”

“Well you never know.” You stood up with the bag in your hand, throwing it in the trash next to the door.

“God dammit Y/N! Just take the thing home!” The ever so quiet small room was filled with Yoongi’s rage, and anger that it scared you to the point where it felt like you were in a haunted house.

“Yoongi, you probably haven’t eaten all day so just leave the sandwich and water there, you can eat it whenever you want.” Not wanting to act like you were affected by his voice, you said it more sternly to him.

“Stop being fucking annoying and get it out of here.” You rolled your eyes as you went over to the couch, and picked up the items and threw them in the trash.

“Happy? They’re gone.” His eyes got wide at your actions, not expecting it. “I haven’t seen you or heard from your properly for the past three weeks Min Yoongi. All I wanted was to sit down and see you for twenty minutes and then you could go back to work. But no, instead I get to hear you bitch at me, and act ungrateful as I think about your health.” You were practically fuming, if Yoongi could describe you right now, you were at the point where you had steam blowing out of your ears.

“Y/N I’m taking care of myself just fine, I’m a grown man for god’s sake. And I’m sorry you haven’t seen me for three weeks, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started to date me. I’m sorry I’m an idol, but you’re gonna have to deal with it.” The way his voice came out, with no emotion to it is what made you even more upset. The fact that he is fine without seeing you, is what makes you heartbroken.

“I know what I got myself into Yoongi! But you’ve been ignoring me for three weeks! It’s like you disconnected yourself from me and you’re only focused on this! I still exist ya know!”

“Y/N I’m focused on this because it’s my job and I love it. This comes first, before you, before eating, before anything. I’m sorry that you feel ignored but you’re gonna have to put up with it.” He turned back around and slid on his headphones without bothering to give you a second look.

You stood there, dazed and confused at the words that just came out of his mouth. You licked your lips, nodding your head at his words, replaying them in your mind. It shocked you even more with the words that came out of your mouth next. “I think we need to take a break.” Of course he heard that sentence perfectly. He stopped in his tracks, not moving an inch, making sure he heard you correctly. “What?”

“You heard me Min Yoongi. A break. I think I need some time to think and you need some time to get your priorities sorted out.” With that, the door slammed and you were gone, leaving Yoongi to only his thoughts.

A break? Has he really been that bad of a boyfriend for the past 3 weeks for you tell him that you needed a break? The picture on his desk of you two was soon shattered into pieces onto the floor as he threw it against the wall. Enough is enough.

And a break essentially means a breakup.

He’s lost you.

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Yoongi couldn’t focus the rest of the night, hearing your words, telling him that he’s been ignoring you and you miss him. He scrolled through the messages from you, and everything was from you, ranging from ‘Good morning!’ to ‘Did you eat lunch?’ to ‘Goodnight, I love you.” and everything else in-between. All you got from him were short responses saying ‘I won’t be back tonight.’

Yoongi knew he messed up, to the point that he had to leave the studio early because he couldn’t think. Because of his mistakes, he could lose the best thing in his life. And because of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to come back to you too quickly, so he gave you time to think just like you wanted while he lied awake in his bedroom thinking about you and only you.

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“I thank you for coming over and hanging out with me these past few weeks, but Jackson, you can go back to your dorm and hang with the guys I’m doing fine.” You got up from the couch the empty popcorn bowl in your hand as the movie was ending.

“You’re my best friend Y/N, I’m not just leaving you besides we have another movie to watch.” He winked at you as he raised up the DVD case.

“I’ll get more popcorn then.” You sigh as a smile appeared on your face. Your childhood best friend was always there for you, never leaving you when things got to rough for you and vice versa. You’ve been through a lot together, and if it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have met Yoongi. Even though you and Yoongi are on this break, you still thank Jackson for introducing you to Yoongi because you couldn’t imagine life without him.

As you sat back down on the couch, a commercial on the TV was playing before Jackson could get the DVD in. The Melon Music Awards was only 6 days away, and Jackson of course was attending with his group. You thought you would attend with Yoongi this year, but things didn’t work out in your favor. “Do you like wanna go to that?” He must have caught you staring, zoned out in your own little world. Closing your eyes, you shook your head to gather yourself, focusing on Jackson’s question.

“To the Melon Music Awards? It’d be fun but no I can’t go.” You leaned back into the couch, throwing popcorn into your mouth.

“Why not?” You looked at him like he was stupid, throwing a piece of popcorn at him.

“Did you really just ask that?”

“Well I mean, yeah because you’re going with me.” He smirked as he pulled out a VIP pass for you.

“Uhm what? What is this!” You grabbed the pass and scanned it over.

“This pass is for you to walk the red carpet with me, and to sit next to me during the awards.”

“Jackson I can’t.” But you so badly wanted to go.

“Oh yes you can. We’re attending as best friends, but maybe this way you’ll grab Yoongi’s attention and he can apologize formally to you.” Now you understood his plan and where he was getting at.

“So, you’re only inviting me to get back at Yoongi?”

“AND I want to hang out with you and I know how bad you wanted to go.” He sheepishly grinned at you as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him.

“Thank you so much!” You said into his neck and he nodded his head.

“We only have six days to find what you’re going to wear though. We should match.” You released your arms from around him and rolled your eyes.

“That’s too coupley don’t you think?”

“That’s too coupley blah blah.” He mocked you and you flicked him. “No it isn’t, it’ll look sweet.”

“Whatever you say.”

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The day finally came and you were put into a room filled with stylists that Jackson had arranged for you to meet with. The makeup team, the hair styling team, the actual clothing stylist. You were a queen for a day. Jackson left you to be with them, as he had to get ready himself.

Yoongi was getting ready just like you, but he was more anxious. No calls or texts from you since you came that day to his studio. Maybe he should stop all this and apologize, he knew he was in the wrong. He buttoned the cuffs on his sleeves and adjusted his suit jacket as he looked in the mirror, hoping you would appear to wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his back telling him how handsome he is, or helping him with his cuffs. He knew just how badly you wanted to attend this award show with him, and it was nothing but his fault.

“You ready?” Namjoon walked into the room as Yoongi turned around and grabbed his phone.

“Yeah.” The two boys left the room, heading towards their limo.

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“Wow Y/N.” Jackson’s mouth formed an O as he saw you walk into his room. You were wearing a long, black gown with a long train, long sleeves and an open back. Your black strappy heels matched perfectly as so did your hair which was done well in an updo with curls hanging loose around your ears. The makeup on your face was like it was drawn with a stencil, as it was a better job than you could ever do.

You gave a slight smile to Jackson, hanging on tightly to your black clutch. Jackson was dressed in a black tuxedo with a thin black tie, matching you to a T. “I can say the same about you.” You walked over to him, as you stared at the both of you through his mirror. “Where are the others?”

“Oh, they already went. It’s just me and you.” He of course had to put his plan into action to make Yoongi jealous.

“You really want to make him mad don’t you?”

“Mad, jealous, sorry for not apologizing sooner, all of the above. No one treats my best friend like that.” With that, the two of you left to step inside the limo waiting for you.

________

Cameras were flashing, bright lights were the only thing being seen, and voices of people telling the men standing in front of them to do different poses. As they eased their way across the red carpet, to all the interviewers, and the other groups, Rap Monster lead them to stand directly next to his friends group. “Where’s Jackson?” He peered around everyone, not seeing his friend anywhere.

“He’s coming, don’t worry about him.” Mark told him, while sipping on a bottle of water. There was something in his tone that made Yoongi’s stomach get butterflies, something in the way that made him talk that made Yoongi get nervous, anxious. About what though? And that’s when all the commotion started.

Gasps were coming from every person in the crowd, the cameras were going off 10 times more than normal. That’s when Yoongi saw a high heel stepping out of the limo as Jackson held onto the girl’s hand. It wasn’t any girl though, it was you.

The way you two were dressed in black. The way you held onto his hand as he pulled you out from the limo. The way his hand wrapped around your lower back. The way he pulled your closer to get pictures taken. It irked him in every way possible. Yoongi knew he was in the wrong since you left him that night, but you doing this was crossing a line.

“Jackson! How long have you been dating?” Paparazzi was screaming that question over and over again, wanting to get the scoop on the two of you. Yoongi knew that the two of you were only friends, but his gut was turning and he wanted to run through the crowd and throw a punch at Jackson.

“Dating? I can’t bring my beautiful friend here with me without getting accused of dating?” Jackson laughed at the reporters, as smiles appeared on their faces as well. Seeing him interact with the crowd like that, made Yoongi even more mad, his lips in a thin line, trying to stop himself from saying anything.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, as Jackson helped you up the stairs. Your one hand in his while the other was pulling your dress up so you wouldn’t trip. When you got up, Jackson must have said something because you were laughing, then you left.

“Hey guys.” Jackson patted Namjoon’s back while bowing his head a little as he arrived in the circle.

Namjoon turned a little to shake his hand and pat his back. “Long time no see.”

“Well we’ve been busy.”

“Busy with my girl?” Yoongi chimed in. All eyes were on him, none of them expecting him to be so harsh on calling Jackson out.

“Last time I heard you were on a break.”

“Yeah and that’s still my girl.”

“Is that why you haven’t been contacting her for the past three weeks then?” And the circle fell silent as the guys had a stare down. Jackson was right, he was beyond right, and Yoongi knew that, he just didn’t want to admit it.

No one saw you come back, as a small, delicate hand landed on his shoulder, with black nails and silver accents added to them. Jackson swiveled his head and met you behind him. “Hey guys.” You bowed your head at them all, as they did the same to you, taking their breaths away.

“You look gorgeous Y/N.” Taehyung said to you as he moved his way over to you, making small talk with as some of the other boys did as well. Yoongi stood there, the odd man out of the group not knowing what to do, until he strode over to you and lightly grabbed your arm. “We need to talk.” He whispered in your ear, trying to get you to come with him but you shook your head. “I’m not going anywhere with Min Yoongi.”

He glared at you, he wasn’t prepared for that answer. “Well you’re gonna have to.” You snatched your arm from out of his grip and moved away from him slightly, making him hurt on the inside even more knowing that you wanted nothing to do with him.

“I’m staying here, and you’re the last person I want to talk to.” As the words left your mouth, Yoongi felt like he got punched in the stomach. Was this how you felt when he said those things to you that night? Because if so, he takes it back, everything, he never wants you to feel this again.

________

Yoongi made it obvious since the moment he sat down at the assigned table that he was only paying attention to you for the rest of the night. The way you leaned over to talk into Jackson’s ear or the way the others would talk to you, it was making Yoongi go mad. And when BTS had to leave to get ready for their performance he was paranoid more than ever.

As they performed their songs, you bopped along to the beat, enjoying the music like you always do. When they were done, you clapped like everyone else. You didn’t get up and yell “That’s my boyfriend!” like you always did backstage at a concert, or when you were watching a recording from a show. Yoongi saw, he saw how contained you were. What did he do?

________

They made their ways back to their seats, and once they were seated it was Got7’s turn to stand up and leave. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come backstage with me?” Jackson was standing up with a hand on your back leaning down to talk into your ear. “I’m fine right here, thank you though.” They were off and you were by yourself as the next presenter came out with the award in their hands.

Giving a well done speech about how all of the bands were highly qualified for this award. When they opened the envelope, the name ‘BTS’ fell from their lips and everyone erupted in cheers. You clapped along with them, watching as the boys hugged each other and made their way up on the stage, accepting their award. You were beyond happy for them, but you couldn’t let Yoongi see it. You wanted to scream along with the fans, but you held it in.

As the screams quieted down, Namjoon got ahold of the mic to give his speech. “We thank BigHit Entertainment, and all of the great people we work with. I thank the guys standing next to me, and of course ARMY’s, without you we wouldn’t be here. We love you.” The screams erupted again, both as Namjoon was moving away from the mic and Yoongi was moving towards the mic.

“I usually don’t say much,” he smirked a little, “but I felt like I needed to say something. I want to thank once again ARMY you are all amazing. I also want to thank BigHit, Bang PDnim, the boys and of course the girl who has my heart who supports me through it all.” Your face turns pale, you froze in your seat, wondering if people knew about the two of you. “I love her a lot and I want her to know that.” He looked directly at you as he delivered the last line.

And there was nothing he could do as you grabbed your clutch, stood up and left.

________

He told the boys he was using the bathroom, but they all knew he was going on a hunt to find you. He looked everywhere backstage, he even peered outside to see the red carpet and no one’s cameras were flashing, they were all just bored reporters.

About to give up and head back to his seat, hoping you were there. He finally found you, leaning against some backstage equipment in a secluded hallway, with your eyes closed. “What’s a beautiful girl doing here all by herself?” His raspy voice made your eyes shoot open, his hands were in his pockets as he stood in front of you.

“And what’s a jerk doing here standing in front of me?” You rolled your eyes and tried shoving past him but he lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“Y/N, stop this.” He seemed hurt, but not enough for you to stop this act.

“Stop what Yoongi? Stop what exactly?”

“Acting like this! You’re hurting me baby. Stop, please.” His voice grew quieter as the words fell from his mouth.

“I’m glad it hurts then.” His eyes softened, as they glazed over. “Music before me right? Now you know how I felt.” You released your wrist from his grasp, and started to walk but until a force hit you. His arms wrapped around waist, and his head was gently placed on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed into your neck. “So fucking sorry. I was tired and hungry and wasn’t taking care of myself. I was ignoring you when I shouldn’t have. God you were right, you’re always right. And without you I’m a fucking mess. Can’t you see that Y/N?” You turned your head to see his face just a little bit, and a tear escaped his eye.

“Ignoring me was a lot better, than telling me that I will never come before your music Yoongi.”

“But you do! God damn you do Y/N. It’s always you, my first priority. I don’t know what got ahold of me. But, please I’m begging, don’t fucking leave me.” You turned around and cupped his cheek with your hand, and he leaned into it. The first time he’s felt your touch in a while. “Just don’t leave me.” He begged. “Not hearing from you for three weeks hurt, but seeing you with Jackson dressed so beautifully hurt even more. My hearts breaking Y/N.” A sob escaped his mouth.

The strong and powerful Min Yoongi was standing before you, pouring his feelings out for you. Your strong Yoongi, was falling apart. You removed your hand from his cheek and he leaned his forehead against yours, wiping his eyes. “You said you needed time to think and I needed time to get my priorities straight. You come first. I’ve known this from the get go. My priorities haven’t changed and I don’t know what overcame me that night and those weeks. But, Y/N…” You cut him off by placing your lips gently against his. He placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you closer as the kiss got hotter by the second. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered as he pulled away.

“Never.” His lips reconnected to yours.

“You don’t understand how scared I was to lose the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m sorry that my stubbornness got in the way of me not apologizing. Seeing you here, dressed like this, with your best friend, made me a jealous man, and made me realize that I don’t know what I would do with myself if you moved on from me.”

“Thank you.” He looked at you confused. “For apologizing. For realizing what you did wrong, even though that damn stubbornness held you back, but that’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you. If you think I could get over you that easily, you’re wrong. You are the man of my dreams Yoongi. We just hit a bump in the road, and every couple does.” You both smiled at each other, and he brushed your cheek with his hand.

“God what did I do to deserve you?” You both giggled.

“I don’t know.” You replied.

“I don’t know either but good god, you got the best of me, and you will for the rest of my life.” And your foreheads meet again as he leaned in one more time to capture your lips.

Ingenuous (M)

WARNINGS: graphic smut, riding, masturbation, hand job, sub!jimin, babyboy!jimin

genre: smut

Summary: maybe Jimin just wasn’t as innocent as you thought.

Originally posted by jeonyween


Bright, big eyes stared at you with a glint of light as you handed him his water. A blush dawned onto his cheeks as he nodded, thanking you with a small voice. His eyes seemed to disappear from the shy smile he held on his features. You chuckled, shaking your head softly.

There was something about Jimin that you could never pinpoint what it exactly was; but he was certainly shy. In his own cute way, of course.

“I’m going to head out for a little,” you told him, giving him a warm smile.

He only nodded his head shortly, sipping his water before smiling.

You walked out the door, smiling softly as his innocent features stuck inside your head.


There was something different.

You could feel it the second you walked through the door. All of the lights were off, and there wasn’t a single light source coming from the apartment you shared with your roommate.

You frowned, thinking that he just went out without informing you beforehand.

But then there was a noise, and it wasn’t just any noise.

Your ears strained to hear the sounds, slowly making your way towards Jimin’s room as the sounds got louder. They were such sinful sounds, yet they were so beautiful. Especially since it was coming from Jimin’s mouth.

You licked your lips, noticing that his door only had a small crack open. You looked through, seeing something you never thought you would.

Jimin’s innocent side suddenly vanished the second you stared at him, watching as he touched himself. His hand worked slowly across his length, his thumb rubbing his tip each time he pumped upwards. He let out a soft whimper, his eyes tightly closed as he focused on the pleasure he was giving himself.

You squeezed your thighs together, unsure of what to do. You had never seen Jimin like this. You never imagined he would touch himself in such a.. sinful manner.

He started to pump faster as his precum slathered across his hand, making it easier to glide his hand. You bit your bottom lip, watching him with such an intense gaze that you couldn’t believe Jimin couldn’t feel it.

You shook your head quickly, looking away from him as you moved away from his door. You rested yourself against the wall softly, letting out a shaky breath.

You couldn’t believe you just stared at Jimin, completely invading his privacy, as he touched himself. But the image of him running his hand along his length, whimpering with need wouldn’t leave your head. And standing right next to his door while he moaned more wasn’t helping.

You were quick to escape the enviroment, knowing that if you had stayed longer you would have done something embarrassing.

For you, and him.


The next morning, you walked in your shared apartment, noticing that the air was a little tense. But, maybe that was just in your head.

Jimin was making breakfast in the kitchen, quietly humming a song. You swallowed deeply, walking up behind him. All you could see was him touching himself as the most sinful noises filled that room.

You shook your head, smiling painfully as you greeted him, “Good morning, Jimin.”

He smiled, his eyes quickly disappearing as he caught sight of you while blushing, “Good morning, Noona.”

You grabbed a glass of water, drinking it greedily. He frowned, wondering why you were acting a little different towards him, but decided it was best to ignore it. And you were thankful he did.

You rested your back against the counter, leaning against it as you stared at him. He continued cooking, his hands working well. You gulped as you remembered what his hands were doing last night.

You let out an involuntary whimper, making his eyes go wide as he looked at you. You coughed, as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Are you okay, Noona?” His worried expression, and furrowed eyebrows made your heart flutter.

What the hell was this? Why was he making you so flustered from just one time of catching him touching himself? Why did it turn you on so goddamn much?

Maybe you just really needed to get laid.

You shook your head, smiling softly, “I-I’m fine, Jimin.”

He hesitantly nodded, not sure if he should press it more but decided not to, “Okay..”

You sighed, letting out a breath of relief, watching as he finished the breakfast.

You were hungry, sure.

But not for food.

He squirmed under your intense gaze, unsure why you were staring at him like that.

He blushed, “Noona?”

Your attention focused on him, “Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked innocently, his voice soft and warm.

You cleared your throat, nodding, “Yes, Jimin. I’m sure.”

He frowned, before nodding as well, “Okay.. If you say so, Noona.”

If he says Noona like that one more time, you weren’t sure how long you would last before your patience snapped.


Now, this time was different.

You were horny, needy almost. And his moans were still stuck in your head as you laid on your bed, imagining what it would be like if you were the one to touch him. You whimpered at the thought of him being a begging mess for you, bending at your will.

You got up from your bed, walking towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm down. You were hot and bothered, and you were hoping it would cool you down.

But, just as you passed by Jimin’s room, you heard those sinful moans again. You stopped in your tracks, seeing that his door was fully closed this time, and you knew he was trying his best to keep quiet. You could just imagine him biting his lower lip as the whimpers fell helplessly.

You groaned internally, unable to contain yourself. You needed to be touched, you needed him to fulfill your desires.

But what made you freeze in your tracks from opening the door as your hand rested against the doorknob, was this:

“Y-Y/N.. Please, Noona.. Please..”

You gulped, your eyes immediately growing wide. He was imagining it was you touching him as he jerked himself off.

“Oh, fuck,” You whispered softly, your hand dropping from the doorknob quickly.

You closed your eyes, whimpering as you squeezed your thighs for friction. You heard him moan your name once more, and that’s when your eyes shot open, quickly reaching for the door again, swinging it open.

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