you can't not smile when you see him smile

there is a difference between being worried about jackson because he’s feeling down because you don’t want him to be hurt and wanting jackson not to be sad because you usually see him happy and you want him to entertain you and be one dimensional!!!!

watch ookiku furikabutte

- guys hold hands
- coach: “who wants mihashi?” abe: “I DO!”
- abe, to mihashi: “i like you, not just as a pitcher. i like you as a person too” I DIED
- mihashi is the cutest son you’ll ever adopt
- hearing mihashi caling abe, “a-abe kun” will cleanse your soul
- seeing mihashi smile helped me get rid of my acne 
- abe’s expression when he sees mihashi smile for the first time
- abe insists that mihashi call him by his first name “takaya”
- abe calls mihashi “ren” UBGUSIGYUABGYFST
- abe takes care of mihashi 24/7
- abe will literally fight anyone for mihashi

infinite members as neighbors
  • Sungkyu: loud ass singing everyday, repeatedly singing one song, you go to bang on the door but when he opens it, you have no choice to just sigh and say hi (bc he too cute). i heard his fridge is dirty af.
  • Dongwoo: loud jumping and skipping noises,can't tell if the laughing is him or the TV but it is 99% him. really kind. leaves happy quotes and snacks at your door.
  • Woohyun: is he flir- .....???? really nice. apparently a good cook. why does he make hearts so often????smiles to die for. yes.
  • Howon: sarcasm levels up everytime you say hi. nice(?), always hear beats jamming when you pass by. you're really sure he hates you but then he's really nice to you so the mystery goes on
  • Sungyeol: cute, funny, tol, knows how to make you smile on a bad day, has a new hobby every time you see him. also plz turn down tv.
  • Myungsoo: quiet. too quiet? half the time you wonder if he still lives there and then you hear a dorky ass laugh. really sweet dude. has a cat. be friends with him for the cat. he's also 100% cute. crush-worthy.
  • Sungjong: walks out to get the mail 100% fashion ready and you look like a homeless person. Sweet. very kind and friendly. only leaves out lemon candy for Halloween?????

Imagine Woozi showing you his cute eye smile when you tell him that you’re happy to have met him.

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a Namjoon smut about you and him spend the night at his/your parents house and he wants to have sex but you're afraid that his/your parents will hear you two getting "busy"? Like you guys are trying to keep quiet but the sex is so freaking good that you can't Lol thanks!

ngl, one day I hope to do something like this with my future spouse. 

Warnings: dirty talk, oral, etc.

“Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Kim!” you call politely over your shoulder, waving at the couple as Namjoon pushes you up the stairs, his hand already gripping at your ass.

You want to smack him away, but instead you continue to smile at his parents, and his mother smiles back at you.

“Goodnight Y/N, we’ll see you in the morning, yes?”

“Yes, of course!” you respond hurriedly, elbowing Namjoon in the stomach when you reach the top of the stairs. He grunts quietly, but the hand that had migrated to fondle you through your pants doesn’t move away.

“Night,” Namjoon says briefly, shoving you down the hall and towards his room, and the minute the door closes, Namjoon switching the lock behind you, he pounces.

“You–what are your parents going to think of you?!” you hiss at Namjoon as he slides his hands up your shirt and pulls it over your head hastily. 

“If you’re quite they won’t think anything,” Namjoon growls, dominating your lips. Too easily, you latch onto him, deepening the kiss as Namjoon walks you back into the bed. You fall onto the mattress when your knees give out, and Namjoon uses that moment to unclip your bra–throwing it onto the floor beside your shirt.

“How fucking long have you been waiting?” you ask in disbelief as he fondles your chest roughly. His finger pinch and twist at your nipples and you keen at the attention.

“Since the minute we got here,” he admits gruffly, grabbing your hands and leading them to the button on his jeans. Rolling your eyes at his overly needy pace, you begin to undress him, a gasp leaving your mouth as he wiggles his hands past the band of you pants and begins messaging your clit through your underwear.

“Moving a little fast, aren’t you?” you mutter when he leans up to kiss you again, and he bites your lip, eyes dark as he stares at you.

“You know that I could drag this out for hours–I could have you begging for my dick and whining like a baby waiting for it’s bottle–but then my parents would know how much of a slut you are, right? They’d hear us and know how good you take my cock, and you don’t want that, now do you?”

“N-No,” you stutter, arousal coursing through you as the words leave his mouth.

Namjoon’s dirty talk never fails to get to you.

“Good,” he says, nodding, and shucks off his boxers and jeans. You hurriedly follow his lead, wiggling off your pants and underwear until you’re sitting on the edge of the mattress, completely bare.

“Switch with me,” Namjoon demands, tugging you up. You watch as he seats himself on the bed, legs spread, and you sink to your knees as you catch onto his drift.

“Suck me off while you touch yourself,” he growls, looking at your expectantly, and you don’t hesitate as you reach up one of your hands and begin stroking his cock, the other dipping down and rubbing against your core.

“Shit, you’re always so good for me,” Namjoon breathes satisfactorily as your lips slide over the head of his shaft. You begin bobbing up and down, coating his length in saliva and taking him in deeper each time. All the while your hand is rubbing at you clit, and between that and Namjoon’s dick filling your mouth you’re already becoming wet.

Hallowing your cheeks, you keep going, loving the way Namjoon’s breathing has turned rough, one of hands reaching up and tangling in your hair. It’s not long before he curses and tugs you back, your mouth leaving his cock with an obscene ‘pop’.

“Hand and knees. Now,” he growls, and you waste no time. 

Jumping to your feet you crawl past him onto the bed, lifting your ass in the air invitingly. Namjoon licks his lips at the sight, quickly grabbing at your hips as he lines himself up, cock teasing between your fold.

“Nam–,” you start, whining, and grasp at the sheets when he pushes in without warning, a deep, satisfied groan building in his chest. You want to cry out at the relief–his dick filling you deliciously–but instead you bite your lip and bury your face into the sheets, trying your best to be quiet.

After all, the last thing you need is for your future mother and father-in-law to hear you having sex with their son.

“Shit, I wish I could hear you begging for my cock,” he growls, thrusting into roughly–the way he gets when he’s already at the edge. “I miss hearing your sounds, Y/N. Don’t you think my parents would want to hear how much their future daughter-in-law loves their son?”

“N-No,” you stutter, heat pooling in your gut as he continues to pound into you, the bed-frame beginning to shake. With each thrust you feel your release drawing closer, and judging by the way quiet vulgarities have begun leaving Namjoon’s lips you can only guess that he’s in the same position.

Fuck,” he breathes, one of his hands curling down and sneaking between your legs. You can’t help the cry that leaves your mouth when his fingers press against your clit, but the sound only serves to edge Namjoon on.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he commands, rhythm staggering, and with the new addition of his fingers on your clit your body follows his command–orgasm ripping through you as you moan obscenely into the mattress, hands gripping at the sheets.

Namjoon falls into pleasure with you not a few seconds later, his teeth biting down on your shoulder as he spills into you, a deep, sated groan vibrating against your skin.

“Shit, Namjoon,” you breath when he finally slips out of you. You collapse onto the mattress, chest heaving, and Namjoon does the same.

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes before Namjoon rolls over and kisses your forehead. At that, you smile, curling your arms around him as he pulls you closer, your legs tangling together.

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest, and he smiles.

“Love you too.”

“…do you think they heard us?”

Namjoon stills, frowning as he lifts his head up and listens for the sound of his parents. When you’d both left the TV downstairs had been on pretty loud, but now…there’s nothing.

Sighing, he lets his head fall back to the mattress.

“Lets…uhh…let’s worry about that later.”



OBSESSED - Chapter 4

Vanessa wakes up to the smell of coffee and stretches out, realizing she’s in Shannon’s bed. She quickly pulls her skirt on under his t-shirt and calls for an uber. She rushes into the kitchen, ignoring her pounding head. “Good morning,” she hardly whispers, pouring herself a large cup of coffee.

“We should talk,” Shannon tells her from behind his own mug.  Vanessa’s memories of the night before hit her like a ton of bricks and she immediately brushes him off.

“Thanks for saving me last night. I’m sorry I was stupid, it won’t happen again,” she tells him.

“We should still talk about it,” he pushes.

“Later. I have to go. I’ve got meetings all day. Look, I know I said this a lot last night, but I’m sober and awake now and really, I’m fine!” she insists, giving him a kiss on the cheek on her way out the door.

Shannon sits with his coffee for a long while trying to figure out what the hell just happened. He thinks maybe he got it wrong, maybe it was just a drunk utterance. After a while he pulls out his phone to text her.

“Plenty of ways you can repay me, babe. ;)”

Vanessa reads Shannon’s text from the uber and smiles, surprised at just how good she’s gotten at lying to him. These random little bouts of ecstasy could take place in a more timely manner if she plays this just right. “You free tonight?” she texts back as soon as she’s at work, her plan in place.

“7:00, my place.”

Vanessa tries but fails to focus on her work through the day, completely distracted by Shannon and his random text messages filled with sexual innuendoes. Between meetings she coaxes a coworker to take her to pick up her car offering to buy her lunch. By 3 pm Shannon has her so wound up she feels as if she’s going to explode. He’s begging her to send him a photo. She’s refused all day but gives in when he promises a surprise later. She hikes her skirt up, positioning her legs perfectly under her desk and snaps the picture. She sends it with a message that says “I wish you were here.”

Shannon responds quickly, calling her. “Hello,” she giggles closing her office door.

“Here…how exactly?” Shannon questions.  

“You know…” she starts, too embarrassed to continue. “Shan, I have another meeting. I need to go.”

“You better tell me quickly then,” he counters. “You mean you miss me already or something else.”

“Something else,” Vanessa begins her confession. “I wish you were under my desk. No one could see you.”

“What would you have me do under that desk of yours?” He asks her eagerly.

“Shan, I would close my door so that no one could interrupt us,” she starts to tell him, smiling at the nearly inaudible sound of anticipation Shannon lets out. “I would have to be wearing a dress that day and…”

“How big is this space? Would I fit?” Shannon interrupts.

“Yes,” Vanessa assures him smiling when he face times her. “I can't…”

“Answer it,” he demands. Vanessa is so caught up in the moment she doesn’t hesitate. Shannon is grinning when they call connects. “Show me.”

“You’re going to get me into trouble,” she hisses but turns the camera to point in the direction of the desk, showing him the space.

“Ohh, I can fit but my head would have to be in your chair, between your thighs. Hike up your skirt for me,” Shannon orders smiling when he can see her fingers in the shot, pulling the material of her skirt, exposing her thighs. “Now spread them wider babe,” Shannon pushes her further. She hesitates but slowly opens her legs until her knees are firmly placed against either side of the wooden desk.

“Shan,” Vanessa says, rubbing the inside of her thigh for him to see. “I’d really love to feel that stubble right here,” she tells him, bringing her legs together, unable to take the pain this conversation is causing.

Vanessa jumps, quickly muting the phone and dropping it into her lap when her assistant knocks and enters her office. “You just received a call. There’s a dinner tonight regarding the Elton account. You have to be there.”

“No. Please tell them that I have plans tonight that I can’t get out of,” Vanessa tells her assistant, patiently waiting for her to exit the room. “Shan, I have to go and tonight…I have a work thing. I’m sorry.”

“So…come after. Be my desert,” Shannon plays off his disappointment the best he can. Her smile makes the disappointment disappear completely. “I’ll see you later…” Shannon’s smile widens, watching her blush. “Wear those heels.”

Yes sir, I’ll see you after.” Vanessa blushes, disconnecting the phone.

Vanessa reluctantly attends the Elton dinner proposal, watching the clock and skipping out as soon as the celebratory toast is had by the partners, driving determinedly to Shannon’s house. She smoothes her dress, sprays a bit of perfume, reapplies her lipstick and fixes her curls before exiting the car. She knocks on the door and waits for Shannon to answer. Several minutes pass and she uses her key to unlock the door. “Shan!!! I’m here,” she calls out.

Shannon doesn’t answer. Instead she receives a text message from him, “I’m in the office working.” Vanessa huffs but follows the dim light up the stairs and down the long hall.

“Hey,” she says leaning in the doorway, twirling a curl between her fingers nervously. “What ya’ working on?”

“I’ll be gone off and on for the next few months so I was just checking my accounts,” he tells her, leaning back in the desk chair and waving her over.

Vanessa struts across the floor, her heels clicking with every step, making Shannon squirm. “You wore the heels.”

Vanessa smiles pulling herself up on the corner of the desk. She uses every ounce of courage she has to place her heels on his thighs, using her leg muscles to pull him closer to her, glaring into his eyes until he’s closer. “You told me too,” she smiles when his hands are instantly on her. He plays with the zipper of the snakeskin heels she’s wearing, grabbing her ankles and pulling her feet further apart, sliding his calloused fingers up the back of her calf. Vanessa’s finding it increasingly difficult to breathe as he works his fingers across the back of her knee, replacing his fingers with his palm as he reaches her thigh, his thumb hooking the material of her skirt and pulling it up along the way.

“Tell me where you wanted my stubble again,” Shannon barely whispers, lightly kissing the top of her thigh while simultaneously hooking his fingers into the band of her panties to pull them from her body.

Vanessa grabs his hands once her panties are on the floor and places them on the inside of her thighs, leading them up to her core. “Here, please.”

Shannon stands and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her lips tenderly until she’s pulling him tighter, wrapping her legs around his hips, practically begging him for more.  “How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” He teases her relentlessly, licking and kissing her jaw, her ear, and her neck while tapping her clit with his thumb.

“Oh God, Shannon,” she huffs, throwing herself back onto the desk, her hips pushing against his thumb, begging for any friction he’ll allow her to feel.

“Do you want me to put my tongue where my thumb is?” Shannon asks, tapping his thumb a bit harder, her panting turning him on even more.

“Yes, please!” Vanessa pleads, arching her back, her eyes rolling into her head although she tries desperately to follow his movements. Seconds later Shannon’s scruff is scratching on the inside of her thighs making her moan without any further stimulation. Shannon runs his lips up the inside of her thighs. Vanessa pushes her legs tighter around him. He grabs her knees pulling her legs over his shoulders as he dives his tongue inside her, slowly licking his way up to her clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Shaaan, fuck, ohhhh yes! Please…” she rambles, her voice raspy with pleasure.

Shannon brings her as close to the edge as possible without allowing her to cum, pulling away and pulling her hands so that she’ll sit up. Her face is flushed and her breathing is erratic. “Get into the chair.”

Vanessa bites at her lip to hide her smile, following his order, looking up at him as he towers over her. She reaches for his pants to pull them from his hips but he grabs her hands and pulls them to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “I haven’t had my dessert yet,” he tells her seductively, kneeling in front of her. “Be a good girl and put your legs on the desk.” Vanessa obeys his order, never taking her eyes off him. He pulls the chair towards the desk, sliding underneath. “I know this isn’t your office but it’s the best I can do,” Shannon tells her, teasingly running his thick fingers across her soaked center. “I don’t think you mind though, do you baby?”

Vanessa puts her finger into her mouth, biting down hard and shaking her head as his scruffy face scratches at the already overly sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs, making her cry out. Shannon licks her slowly up her slit, up to her clit, pumping two fingers in and out in a deathly slow rhythm. Picking up the pace just a little with every moan that escapes her lips until she’s writhing beneath him, her legs tightly wrap around his head, her hands on his head, forcing him in place while she’s cumming. He continues to lick at her until he’s certain he’s gotten every drop, finally coming up for air, kissing her softly.

She sucks his tongue into her mouth savoring the taste of herself on him. “I’m gonna need you to do that every day,” Vanessa begs him between kisses.

“I’ve created a monster,” Shannon teases her as she pulls him up, practically ripping his pants from his body, stroking his already rock hard cock.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she demands, guiding him inside and wrapping her legs and arms around his body. Shannon lifts her from the chair, placing her back onto the desk as he begins slowly thrusting inside her.

“Like this?” Shannon breathes, his fingertips digging painfully into her ass.

“Exactly like this baby,” she pleads with him, feeling her orgasm build once more. “I need you to cum for me Shan,” she breathlessly tells him, tightening her walls around his cock, making the friction nearly unbearable for him not to come undone for her. His thrusts become erratic and harder by the second until he loses control, pulling out accidently. He has no choice but to cum on her, spraying her with his seed. When he’s done he stands there in shock waiting for her reaction. “You ruined my dress Shan,” she says, running her finger across her stomach as if she were stealing icing from a cake and sucking his cum into her mouth, licking her lips. Shannon watches her, salivating at the sight. He takes his shirt off his body and cleans the rest of the mess from her skin.

“That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done,” he tells her, stumbling over his words as he pulls her finger from her mouth and into his own. “Marry me. No man should ever witness that but me,” Shannon tells her, pulling her from the desk.

Vanessa laughs, holding her dress so that the mess doesn’t touch her. “You’d run if I agreed to that, now get me a shirt, please.” She follows Shannon from the office and down the stairs into his bedroom. “Can you give me a pair of sweats too, please. I can’t drive home in a tshirt and panties.”

“Home? You’re leaving?” Shannon asks exasperated. Vanessa just stares at him for a moment, unsure what she should say. “Stay.”

“Don’t be silly. We’ve both got work in the morning. Your place is too far from my office,” she tells him slipping out of her ruined dress and into the clothes Shannon hands her.

“Are you kidding?” Shannon’s voice is flustered. “Talk about used and abused.”

“Shan, it’s late. Last night was awful. We could both use a good night’s sleep and you always leave anyway. What’s the big deal,” Vanessa points out boldly.

“I don’t just cum and leave,” Shannon spits, taken back by her response.

Vanessa smiles and steps into his personal space, wrapping her arms around his waist, kissing his tight lips. “Don’t be mad. We can snuggle if you need to,” she tells him playfully.

“Get out of here,” Shannon teases back, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug, lifting her feet from the ground in the process. “I’m just happy I can be of service.”

“Best benefits ever,” Vanessa manages, although she’s being squeezed nearly to death.

Nearly a month passes and Vanessa keeps herself in check around him a lot better, out of necessity. She and Shannon find themselves tangled in bedsheets more often than not, usually at her place. Shannon never fails to leave a single rose in that mug with a specified note, tailored to the day, always making her smile to herself and nearly forgive him for leaving while she slept.

Shannon’s been busy rehearsing with the band and Vanessa has been too swamped at work to allow for a distraction from the other. Shannon finds himself at odds with Jared and sends quick text to Vanessa.

“I need to see you.”

After an hour passes without response, he sends a second text.

“Nessa, please. We’ve barely spoken in over a week. I’m fighting with Jared. I just need to be with you tonight.”

Almost immediately after he sends the text his cell rings with her tone. “Hey.”

“I was planning on working all night but I’d much rather help relieve your tension,” she tells him seductively. “I’m just leaving the office and I’m starved. Chinese?”

“It will be here when you get here. Be careful,” Vanessa can hear the slightest sound of relief in his voice.

“Tell me what’s up with you and the slave driver,” she asks, knowing that fighting with Jared isn’t something Shannon enjoys.

Shannon sighs, taking a deep breath in before spilling his guts to her while she drives. “He doesn’t know when to stop. Do this, drum this, say this, don’t do that, don’t say that, don’t fuck this up, try harder…I just…I snapped and we screamed at each other in the studio. He walked out and disappeared on a trail and I left.”

“So, you guys didn’t resolve anything?” Vanessa counters.


“You love your brother and he loves you. Call him. Work it out.” Vanessa encourages Shannon. “I’ll be there in a few okay.”

When Vanessa walks into the house Shannon meets her at the door, pushing her against the wall, holding her hands at her sides and kissing her frantically. He pulls away only after she finally moans into his mouth. Her eyes are slow to open but the satisfied look is unmistakable. “Hey,” Vanessa finally says, gasping for a breath of air. “You talked to Dictator Leto, I assume.”

“Yes,” Shannon says, kissing her again, softer this time. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Vanessa affirms, her lips chasing his for another kiss. He releases her hands and she instantly wraps them around his neck, pulling his head to hers.

“You do without even knowing,” Shannon says, pulling her from the wall and leading her into the kitchen. “Come on, I promised you take out.”

Vanessa laughs at the array of chinese takeout boxes lined up on his bar and picks up as many as she can. “Come on, we’re eating this in bed,” she tells him, waiting for him to pick up the remaining boxes and chopsticks, following her to his bedroom. She empties her arms onto the nightstand and strips out of her clothes. Shannon watches her in amusement. “What?”

“Naked…you’re eating naked?” Shannon smirks.

“Strip now!” Vanessa orders him, giggling when he frantically follows her order. She climbs into the middle of the bed, kneeling and patiently waiting on him to join her. “You’re so easy,” she whispers when he kneels face to face with her. “Now before we attack this Chinese food…I wanna…” Vanessa traces the nails of her right hand across Shannon’s broad shoulders, kissing and licking her way across his chest while she trails the fingers of her left hand down his abdomen straight to his cock, wrapping him in her palm. “…ease your tension.”

Shannon swallows hard, concentrating on keeping his composure with her touch. “On my way over here, I was racking my brain, trying to think of the best way to put you at ease tonight and all I could think of was how you would feel in my mouth, down my throat. I know that sounds selfish but it’s all I want to do right now.”

“That’s…um…okay,” Shannon says, his voice cracking.

“Do you think I can fit all of it?” Vanessa strokes his ego while stroking his length.

Shannon nods, unable to form a complete sentence as she kisses her way down his stomach. He catches a glimpse of them in the dresser mirror, nearly cumming in her palm as he watches her naked ass bent over in front of him. He reaches over her, smacking her ass cheek and dragging his fingers up her spine, fisting her locks as she devours him completely. “Fuck,” Shannon mumbles under his breath as her head bobs in the mirror. “That’s…” he starts, losing his train of thought the second she sucks his entire length into her mouth, his head scraping the back of her throat. She pauses for a moment, swallowing the saliva that’s collected in her mouth, closing her lips around him and slowly licking her way back up to the tip, teasing his head with her tongue until he’s pushing, forcing her to take more of him into her mouth.

She eagerly sucks him in, vibrating her tongue across his dick with little moans, making him thrust uncontrollably, fucking her mouth. He catches her off guard, pulling her roots forcing her to release him. “I’m ready to…” Shannon starts to explain.

Vanessa licks her lips, lowering herself back to lick at him when he pulls her back up. “I want to taste it again.”

Shannon shakes his head and pulls her in to kiss him, laying back and pulling her with him. “You will,” he assures her, wrapping his hand around hers and helping her pump his cock. “Get ready.”

Vanessa can’t hide the devilish smirk that crosses her face, knowing she’s driving him completely mad. She brings her hand down hard across his chest, leaving a red mark that she immediately licks while dragging her nails down his stomach, positioning herself between his legs. She digs her nails into his thighs and licks at his balls, licking her way up his length while he jacks himself off for her. The sound Shannon makes when he finds his release has her practically dripping. She eagerly watches as Shannon sprays his own stomach with his seed.

Shannon removes his hand from hers and she devours him once more, sucking him in completely. She looks up to see his eyes on her just as she releases him. She’s up on all fours again licking every drop from his stomach and licking her lips when she’s done, almost animalistic. “Better, baby?” she asks him sweetly as she slowly climbs up his body.

“Marry me,” Shannon asks her again, pulling her down to him.

Vanessa kisses his chin, then his lips softly. Shannon’s fisting her hair in seconds, deepening their kiss. When they break she smiles and kisses his nose. “Stop asking me that. One day I’ll say yes.”

“Well if you’re doing things like that…” Shannon says pulling her tighter against him.

“Glad I could…relieve your tension, sir,” Vanessa tells him.

They’re lounging in bed catching up when she reaches over onto the nightstand and grabs an egg roll, dipping it into the sweet and sour sauce. Before she takes a bite she licks the dripping sauce from the roll, making Shannon shudder at the fresh memory. Shannon’s reaction makes her laugh uncontrollably. He grabs her by her waist, pulling her against him and kissing her while she laughs. Vanessa lets her guard down just long enough, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment completely. Never have they felt like a couple more than in this moment. “I love you,” she blurts out, immediately tensing and playing it off, shoving an egg roll in her mouth.

“That’s not the first time you’ve said that to me,” Shannon takes full advantage of the situation, bringing up her drunken night.

“Yeah well, you know what I mean. You’re like my best friend,” she shuts it down, avoiding eye contact completely with him.

“Well, in that case, I love you too,” Shannon tells her honestly, pulling her into a bear hug, tickling her ribs until she’s pleading with him to stop. He doesn’t let up. Her laughter and squirming are two things he lives for. His phone rings on the night stand and he stops, kissing her nose. “Consider yourself saved, sweetheart.”

“Hello,” Shannon says, not checking the number. Vanessa straddles him, licking at his triad tattoo.

Vanessa hears a woman’s voice on the other end, “Shan, I didn’t get a chance to show you my kitten. Can we meet up again tomorrow night?”

Shannon tenses beneath her, pushing her from his tattoo. Vanessa’s heart sinks, her chest feels like it’s caving in and breathing becomes nearly impossible. “I…I’m gonna go, okay,” she tells him quietly, scrambling out of the bed and grabbing her things, locking herself in his bathroom before she completely loses her composure. Vanessa’s entire body is trembling as she fights to dress herself, her tears falling down her face, staining her cheeks.

She jumps when she hears Shannon turning the knob. “Nessa, open up. I can explain.”

Vanessa takes a deep breath and looks at herself in the mirror, promising not to break in front of him before opening the door. “Explain what,” she lies, pushing past him, her heels in her hands.

“You going to pretend you didn’t hear her voice?” Shannon asks in disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter. You can do whatever you want. I don’t own you. I just let you fuck me,” she tells him, faking a laugh.

“So it’s just sex? You don’t care what I do?” Shannon raises his voice, following her through the house.

“Friends with benefits, right. As long as I receive the benefits I don’t get to care, right?” she asks, turning to face him, biting at the inside of her lip and fighting back her tears.

“I didn’t fuck her,” Shannon explains, refusing to answer her question. “It’s not what you think.”

“It really doesn’t matter, Shannon. I don’t care. I have to go anyway,” she insists, heading for the door.

Shannon reaches for her arm, pulling her back towards the living room and forcing her down onto the couch. “You’re not leaving like this damn it!”

Vanessa takes a deep breath to steady her emotions before putting him in his place. “Shannon, I don’t tell you about every guy calling me. I don’t need to know about every conquest of yours. We’re friends, we fuck. That’s it. Please don’t think that I’m upset because I’m trying to give you the same space you’re supposed to give me to have a life outside of this. I’m not. And I’m leaving now.” She stands from the couch and pushes past him, praying she can hold in the tears just a little longer.

Shannon follows her out the door and stands at her car, refusing to let her close the door. “You have numerous guys calling you?” Vanessa just stands there staring at him, refusing to answer. “You want space?”

“Yes,” Vanessa cries out, wiping a single tear as it spills over her lashes.

“You’re lying,” Shannon’s voice cracks as he watches her fall apart. “You’re telling me you want space but I see your face when I leave. Part of you breaks. I know it. I always know when you’re lying. I just pretend that I don’t see it.”

“Then you’re a bigger asshole than I ever thought,” Vanessa spits out as her tears begin to fall. “Just let me go, Shannon, please.”

Shannon steps back, his own heart breaking into a thousand pieces as she pulls out of the garage, crying. He watches as she speeds down the road until she’s out of sight before running inside and grabbing the keys to his motorcycle. He goes into his bedroom to grab his helmet but stops when his phone buzzes on the nightstand. “Nessa,” he answers quickly without looking at the caller ID. “Please don’t do this. Just come back and talk to me. I can explain. We have things we need to say.”

“Fuck, what happened?” Jared asks immediately.  

“She’s gone. She’s crying. It’s my fault,” Shannon tells his brother. “I never should have let this happen. I have to go.”

“Give her some space. She’ll come around. She always does,” Jared tells his older brother through gritted teeth.

“I don’t think so. I feel like I broke her heart. I could see it in her eyes and it’s not even what she thinks,” Shannon’s anxiety kicking into overtime. “I have to go to her. I should just tell her how selfish I’ve been.” He disconnects, shoving his phone into his pocket and rushing out the door straight to her house.

Shannon bangs on the door for several minutes before Vanessa finally opens the door. “What do you want?”

“You,” Shannon simply says. Vanessa rolls her eyes and slams the door, catching Shannon’s foot in the process. “Owweee! Fuck Nessa, that hurt,” he complains, pushing the door back open and closing it behind him, limping as he follows her inside the house.

“Sorry, that was an accident,” Vanessa sighs, turning to pull him to the couch. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?” Shannon asks, holding her hand tightly.

“I already told you…” Vanessa starts but Shannon cuts her off quickly, kissing her lips softly.

“Don’t lie this time,” Shannon tells her, pulling his lips from hers and staring into her eyes.

“I like things the way they are,” she says quietly, looking away to avoid eye contact.

“Really?” Shannon questions. “You like not knowing if I’m with someone else when I’m not with you?”

“No. I like laughing with you and the way we play around. You’re my friend. I like that when I walk in you push me against a wall and kiss me until i can’t breathe and that you always give me your clothes to wear. I like that you leave me notes and roses in that stupid black fuel mug when you leave and I like that we argue over what we’ll watch on television or what we’ll order out. I love that you pretend you can’t cook something so that I’ll come do it for you and I…” she starts but trails off. “Most people in relationships don’t have what we have.”

Shannon sits back, leaning into the back of the couch. “I don’t understand,” he suddenly growls, bringing his fist down on the leather sofa. “Do you miss me when I’m gone?”

“Yes,” her voice is weak when she answer him truthfully. “Do you?”

“More than I’d like to admit,” Shannon confesses. “So what do we do?”

“Nothing,” Vanessa says. “I shouldn’t have gotten jealous. I don’t have the right.”

Shannon sighs. He reaches for her to pull her into his chest, holding her against him, wondering if he should drop the discussion or tell her how he feels. “So how many guys are calling you?”

“How’s your foot?” Vanessa quickly changes the subject, refusing to answer.

“My foot is fine. Nessa, stop avoiding my question,” Shannon protests further.

“None, okay. I’m not like you. I’ve only been with you…since the first time we…” she starts to confess. Her embarrassment makes her cry all over again before she can finish her sentence.

“Who says I’ve been with anyone else?” Shannon pouts.

Vanessa pops her head up from his chest. “Shan, come on. I know you have.”

“You’re wrong,” Shannon says matter of factly. “Well, in the beginning I did, but once we started practically dating, I ended it.”

“Dating?” Vanessa questions, confused. “We’re hardly dating.”

“What the fuck do you call it? Don’t tell me it’s just sex for you,” Shannon half laughs in disbelief. “Ness, you and I are always together.”

“For starters, you’d stay if we were dating,” she immediately tells him.

“I thought you liked the flowers and notes,” Shannon shrugs.

“I do. I mean it’s better than a $50,” Vanessa starts, the thought of telling him her true feelings crippling her once more.

Shannon can see the turmoil in her eyes and tries to lighten the mood. “Babe, I’d leave way more than $50,” he deadpans, earning a stinging slap to his arm.

“I thought you wanted to have a serious conversation,” she hisses, unamused by his joke.

“I do. I’m just sayin’ you’re worth way more than $50 to me okay,” Shannon pouts, rubbing his arm.

“You’re not capable of a serious relationship Shannon,” Vanessa throws out there.

“I think I’ve been doing just fine,” Shannon refutes.  

“Fucking your friend at every opportunity is not the same as being in a relationship,” she protests.

“Would you stop acting like that’s all we do.  We watch Game of Thrones every Sunday night together whether I’m home or not. Last week we went to dinner at Jared’s with my mother, Vanessa. News flash, people in relationships do those things. It’s normal. We make dinner together nearly every night. We talk about our day and our plans,” Shannon outlines just a few things they do together. “What more do you need?”

“Those are also things that friends do,” Vanessa tells him. “People who are in relationships don’t have girls calling them asking to show you their fucking ‘kitten’,” she says raising her voice with every word. “I mean…what the fuck…who says that?”

Shannon sits quietly, staring her down while she yells at him before finally giving in. “Look, I found this girl with a kitten like the one you said you wanted. I went with Jared the other day but…she started flirting with him and he was eating it up and we had to leave before I got to see the fucking cat!”

Vanessa feels as if she’s shrank to the size of a peanut. She covers her mouth and shakes her head laughing nervously. Shannon rolls his eyes and pulls her into his arms, squeezing her so tight she feels as if she’d die. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Yeah, but you’re cute so it’s okay,” Shannon busts out laughing. “So you want the cat or not?”

Vanessa laughs at Shannon’s laughter and wraps her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry you drove all the way out here to make sure I was okay.”

Shannon places his hands on either side of her head, forcing her to look at him. “You are one of my most favorite people in the world. Screaming at me and leaving will never be acceptable. We can talk…about anything. Always,” Shannon demands.  

“Got it,” Vanessa lies right through her teeth, fooling him again. She fakes a yawn and insists that she’s exhausted.

“I’m too lazy to drive back home. I’ll just stay with you,” Shannon offers. She smiles and he kisses her cheek. “Come on I’ll tuck you in.”

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anonymous asked:

You steal Buckys shirt to sleep, one day he caths you only wearing one of his shirts and panties " what do we have in here?" He asks, when he sees you in the kitchen making some tea " Do you liked?" You asked with a playful a smile on your lips " I prefer you of it to be honest;" You were going to ask for him to take out of you but then you have a better idea. You take the shirt yourself throwing at him, you get out of the kitchen but you can't help but smile when you hear his foots steps

Okay last one for sin hour and omg I can imagine him just running after you

Sin Hour™

Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
  • ---------------------
  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes
When Another Man Hits On You (Be My Princess 2)
  • Hayden: Fake. He's practically sparkling with the fake smile he only has when he's so upset that he doesn't want anyone to notice. The minute you see it, you immediately know something is wrong. "Nothing's wrong darling, but prepare yourself, I'm not letting you sleep tonight."
  • Kuon: Mad. He's practically seething in rage as he stomps over to the man keeping you from him. A strong hand rests on the frazzled mans shoulder, as his eyes glow red. "I think, you should get away from my girl."
  • Oliver: Pouting. It's not like he can do anything when a king from a neighboring nation is flirting with you. Especially when Altaria needs a positive relation with them. Of course the straw is broken when he actually touches your arm. "I'm sorry, but my princess and I have a prior appointment to reach."
  • Sieg: Over Protective. Afterwords, he won't let you out of his sight. He can't believe he let some creep actually touch your arm, it don't matter that the bar was crowded or that you were on your way back from the ladies room. He should have protected you. "Wait I'll come with you!"
  • Ivan: Silent. He's completely silent as the diplomat continues to make lewd comments about your body. Even though he knows that the diplomat is only speaking freely because he doesn't know he's listening, his knuckles can't help but itch. When he finally catches the diplomat, he flashes him a smile and says: "I don't think you should worry about my princesses, as you said, 'perky ass' because her taste is far too exquisite for someone of your caliber."
  • Aslan: Calm. He minds a little, but as you approach him, cheeks bright red carrying a scrap of blue paper, he can't help but smile. He can't even begin to imagine how beautiful you must feel right now. He doesn't like the idea of another man making you feel that way. But seeing how flattered you are, makes him happy. "You look so beautiful, my princess."
  • A/N: sorry if this kind of sucks, most of these are set in a bar.
  • -SKY

anonymous asked:

Can I request a banquet fix for this GPF?? If you can't, that's fine, but I'm curious to see what you think would happen. Thanks!! (P.s. you're really really good)

I ended up sorta basing one part of this off of @kaeriyue‘s thing here haha woops

“Funny, I thought tigers were a pack animal. Wonder why this one always likes to be alone.”

“Those are lions, Otabek.” Yuri snorts, but he does crack a smile. Otabek can’t help noticing that those smiles are easier to get when it comes to him.

Keep reading

  • This scene takes place after Rilucas broke up. Smarkle is still together.
  • Location: Topanga's.
  • Riley, Lucas, Farkle, and Smackle are studying together. Farkle and Smackle are flirting with each other. Lucas is focusing on his work. Riley stares at Farkle and Smackle and smiles her signature fake smile. Farkle notices the smile.
  • Farkle: Riley, are you ok?
  • Riley: Yeah. Couldn't be better. Why?
  • Farkle: No reason.
  • Riley starts to work on her homework. Farkle stares at her. Riley looks up.
  • Riley: What?
  • Farkle: Nothing. Smackle and I have to go.
  • Riley: Why?
  • Smackle: We have a debate tomorrow that we have to prepared for.
  • Lucas: Have fun.
  • Smackle: Stop hitting on me.
  • Lucas: Ok.
  • Farkle: (looks at Riley) I'll talk to you later.
  • Riley: Ok.
  • Farkle and Smackle leave.
  • Riley stares at the wall.
  • Lucas: Are you ok?
  • Riley: I'm fine.
  • Lucas: I know we aren't dating anymore, but you can talk to me about anything.
  • Riley: I know.
  • Lucas: Is this about Farkle?
  • Riley: Remember when we broke up and I told you about my feelings for Farkle?
  • Lucas: Yeah.
  • Riley: I thought by now, those feelings would go away. But they get stronger everyday. It's getting harder to see them together.
  • Lucas: You need to talk to Farkle about it.
  • Riley: What am I going to say? (Sarcastic) "I know you and Smackle are perfect together, but I'm in love with you." I can't do that to Farkle and Smackle. They're two of my best friends. I would never do anything to hurt them.
  • Lucas: You can't not tell him. Look at what's it doing to you.
  • Riley: He's not going to believe my feelings for him are real. He'll probably think I'm just jealous of his relationship with Smackle since I'm not dating anyone.
  • Lucas: You're a little jealous.
  • Riley: You think? I want a relationship with him. And I feel horrible about it. Why couldn't I have feelings for him before he started dating Smackle? I hate being jealous.
  • Lucas: It's a normal feeling.
  • Riley: I think I'm going to avoid him for a while. At least until my feelings go away.
  • Lucas: You can't hide from your problems.
  • Riley: I can try.
  • Farkle walks back in. Riley sees him.
  • Riley: Great. That didn't last long.
  • Lucas: I thought you were preparing for your debate?
  • Farkle: We need brain food. I'm getting a smoothie.
  • Farkle orders a smoothie with two straws. Riley gets up to leave. Farkle stops her.
  • Farkle: Riley, what's wrong?
  • Riley: Nothing. I have to go.
  • Farkle: Don't lie to me. We don't lie to each other. I know when you were smiling before, that was your sad smile.
  • Riley: I'm not sad. See. (Smiles a big smile) Smiley Riley.
  • Farkle: Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?
  • Riley nods her head yes. Farkle gives her a hug and leaves.
  • Riley: Except for the fact that I'm in love with you.
  • Riley starts crying and Lucas consoles her.
  • The end.
  • This scene was requested by @riarkleandlucayalover. I hope you liked it.
Jimin ft. Taehyung - Not your Kind [Part 2]

You wake up, clutching the bed sheets. It was the same nightmare and every night it got longer and longer. But today felt weird. the boy in your nightmare - you recognised him from somewhere - he seemed familiar. Though you hadn’t seen his face yet, you were familiar with his frame.

You got off your bed and walked to the bathroom. You put some toothpaste on your brush and looked up at the mirror. Something was different.

You had colours around your body.

You put the brush down and started touching everywhere, hoping the colour would eventually fade away but it didn’t.

‘Lack of sleep’ the small voice in your head spoke to you.

You dropped the topic and continued brushing your teeth and went downstairs to be welcomed by a delicious smell.

“You’re up!” Eunji , your guardian, beamed at you. She had a yellowy pink colour around her.

“Yeah.” You sat on the chair and waiting for your food.

“Be more cheerful. You’re 16!” She smiled, making her colour turn more yellow. You looked up at her head where a little cloud was bouncing around.

“What’s that on your head?” You asked and reached your hand out, making the cloud sit on your hand. You stared at it, analysing it.

“What are you talking about? And what are you doing with your hand?” She asked, her colours turning a sickish green with curiosity.

“Nothing.” You said and put your hand back down, making the clous fall on the table and stumble a little before returning back to top of Eunji’s head.

“Happy birthday.” She smiled, changing the subject.

“Thanks.” You said and munched down on your breakfast.

“How was school yesterday?” She asked.

Your head went straight to Jimin.

“It was okay.” You said and got up. “I’m going now.” You said and kissed her cheeks, making her colours turn pink.

“Be safe.” She called out behind you and you walked out of the door.


“Lee!” A familiar voice came down the hall. You looked up to see Taehyung.

“Hi.” You said when he walked up to you and smiled.

“Heard it was your birthday today.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes, walking past him into the classroom, to be attacked by a bunch of colours and clouds above peoples’ heads. You realised that the clouds stiffened a little as you and Taehyung walked past them.

You sat down on the seat next to Taehyung and looked up at him.

'Why can’t I see his colours and the cloud thingy?’ You wondered to yourself.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Taehyung smiled a little, making you look away from him, outside the window to see Jimin walking to school. He suddenly stopped and looked up, straight in your eyes.

You blinked at him in confusion and he gave you a wink.

Morning angel. Happy Birthday.’ He said in your mind. You were still not used to it so you looked away from Jimin and looked towards the front of the classroom where the teacher had entered, having a mixture of colours around her.

Her colours suddenly changed into pink when Jimin entered the class and bowed to her. he walked to his seat, giving you a wink on his way.

You look freaked out. Something wrong?’ You turned around in your seat to see Jimin’s eyes on yours. “Stop it.” You whispered and he nodded.

The lesson ended with you feeling no better.

“Jimin!” You called out, and he turned around in his tracks.

“Something you want from me angel?” He raised his eyebrow the slightest bit and walked towards you.

“I need to talk to you.” You said and he took your hand and scribbled a few things before letting your hand go. You opened your wrist to see a bunch of numbers.

“What?” You asked Jimin and he gave you a sly smile.

“Call me and talk to me when you’re ready.” he said.

You looked at him, horrified. 

“No. Jimin this is serious.” You said and he stiffened a bit.

“Ok. just meet me after school in the garden."He said and walked out of the classroom before you could refuse or consider it.

You looked back at the classroom to see Taehyung still in his seat and looking straight at the board, his gaze could kill anyone that came in his way.

The day ended and you rushed to the school gardens before you could change your mind. you had though about this a couple of times in your head through out the whole day.

"You’re here early.” Jimin said after you sat down next to him on the bench, keeping a safe distance between you two.

“Don’t mess around. Just answer my questions.” You said to him, not quite brave enough to look at him in the eye.

“Okay.” You heard him whisper.

“Who are you?”

“Park Jimin.” He said with a slight laugh in his voice.

“Jimin, i’m serious. Who actually are you?” You looked at him in the eyes, making the sparkles in his eyes disappear.

“Okay, I’ll tell you everything.” He said after a while and looked down at his shoes.

“I’m your guardian angel, Jimin. My duty is to protect you. Well was before i fell in love with you.” He said and looked at you in your eyes. His eyes looked so sad.

“What happened?” You whispered, moving closer to him the slightest bit.

“You see the cloud thingies on people’s head?” He asked and you nodded. “Yeah, they’re their guardian angel. Every human has one. You used to have one but now you don’t.” He said, making you confuse yet send chills down your spine, making the small hairs on your arms stand up.

“But i thought you said that you are my guardian angel?” You asked, playing with your fingers.

“I am. You see, I used to be one of those. No one can actually see us when we’re like that. But once you fall in love with a human, you get kicked out of the heaven, making you a fallen angel. So I guess i’m your fallen guardian angel.” He smiled. it wasn’t the charming smile, it was a sad smile.

“Can’t you go back?” You asked, surprised that you were actually able to keep up.

He shrugged. “There are conditions. You have to swear an oath that you will never fall for a human again.”

“So why don’t you?” You asked, scratching your head.

“Because we can’t break the oath once we swear it. And I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” He said and looked at you in the eyes. “I’ve fallen for you.” He said and after a while he started laughing.


Oh, fallen for you. He’s a fallen angel.

“Stop it Jimin. You hardly know me.” You denied and hugged yourself once the wind started blowing to keep warm.

“That’s when you’re wrong angel. I know everything about you.” He said, making you feel creeped out yet safe at the same time.

“What about Taehyung? Why did you tell me to stay away from him? And why doesn’t he have a guardian angel on his head? And why can’t i see his colours?” You started firing questions at him, hoping to change the topic.

“He’s a demon.” He said straight-forwardly.

GOT7 reaction to mispronouncing your name

missblackmcstar said:

Hi! I came to drop a reaction. They see you, started flirting and when they ask your name (which might be kind of uncommon or complicated) they mispronounce it ^^ I love your reactions as always.

bellona-dreamer said to reactionsthatigot-7:

Hey, I just saw your react about mispronouncing your name. How about a version when they get it wrong in a new and pretty way? “Say that again?” You smile.

are smart request, i love it!!… Its so relatable T_T
hope you like what I’ve done, sorry it took awhile to get to :( 
Please keep requesting ^_^


He was doing so well, then he messed up your name, and now he just feels stupid. Sure he couldn’t hear you that well when you said it, but still its your name.


He was surprised with himself, he couldn't believe it, he stared hoping it wasn’t too much of a big deal.
‘please don’t hate me for this’


He would try and laugh it of, it was an innocent mistake, your name was tricky after all, but secretly he was hoping you didn’t take it to heart, he didn’t want to mess this up.


When you correct, he hides behinds his hands in embarrassment, but he doesn’t want you to think badly of him, so he tries to make the situation lighter by laughing slightly.


Well damn! He can't believe it, he was doing surprising well in flirting with you, but then he completely butchers your name, he’s quick to apologise but still he hated that he messed up.


He would try and distract you with his cuteness. As soon as you correct him he’d come up with a cute but cheesy line which makes you laugh, then change the subject to how cute your laugh was.


Smiles hoping you hadn’t noticed, and when you correct him he tries to maintain his smile, he doesn’t want you to see him start blushing over it. He had to keep up him cool guy look before all the dorky aegyo comes out.

Gifs are not my own

Where He Takes You on a Date (Be My Princess Headcanon)
  • Roberto: Movie at the Park. Two pillows are wrapped in your embrace, the soft cloth brushing against your cheek every so often. Roberto's carrying the blanket, and assorted snacks in a picnic basket. He's really excited, and it's to be expected, after all the park only puts on a movie once a year. The summer air is hot, but the wind brushes away any heat as the sun dips down. The laughter of children ringing through the air as you two lay down the blanket. "This is going to be so much fun!"
  • Edward: Art Museum. Your heals create a soft tap as they press against the marble floor. Your body is covered with an elegant red gown, a soft arm looped and resting on his. It's been a surprisingly silent night, few people have approached you. When you look up to meet his eyes, you notice he's looking right back at you. The vibrant paintings glowing behind you, your hand slightly squeezing his arm. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
  • Glenn: The Zoo. It's only after you two arrive that he understands what an awful idea this is. It's grotesquely hot outside, and the animals are all asleep. You're still excited though, prancing about and taking pictures on your phone. Suddenly you pull him towards you and take a picture. Smiling as you look at the surprised look on his face, eyes wide, mouth in a small 'o'. And he can't help but smile upon seeing your expression. "As long as you are happy, my princess."
  • Keith: The Museum. It's not really his cup of tea, but he knows that you really want to see the new exhibit. His fingers intertwine through yours as you study the artifacts, he's so bored he could die. You can't help but notice how quiet he is, you wonder why he would insist on coming here if he wasn't interested. When you finally ask him about it, he merely blushes. "Just enjoy it, if you keep thinking you'll get wrinkles."
  • Joshua: A Fancy Restaurant. He was a bit excited to get out of the castle, and this new restaurant was just the way to do it. Besides, he knew you really like this particular cuisine. He's been brushing up on ways to 'romance' you on occasions like this. He insists on feeding you, of course he's blushing when you insist on the same. "This romance stuff is much harder than I anticipated."
  • Wilfred: The Beach. He took care of everything, packed everything, made sure his duties were done, and made sure to keep it a secret from you. Needless to say you were thoroughly surprised when you arrived. His warm blue eyes drowning you in attention. He did everything you wanted to do, rent a boat, play in the water, walk along the beach. He seemed more than happy to comply to every wish. "For you, I would do anything."
  • -SKY
a stupid little kidlaw story

Eustass Kid glanced over at the bored, dark headed male beside him, feeling slightly annoyed.

“At least have the decency to look happy to be on this date, you fucker,” Kid snapped, feeling frustrated. All he wanted was for his date to have a good time, though it looked like he’s done a bad job this time.

And every other time apparently, because Law knew no other expression than the “I can’t believe I’m here right now” expression. And that annoyed Kid to no end.

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  • Ashton: You run a hand through your hair in another desperate attempt to tame it, but your hair is refusing to cooperate. You groan in frustration and reach for a hair tie off you dresser just as Ashton walks in. You try to scrape your hair back into a ponytail, but even that looks terrible. You yank it out and sigh, guessing you'll just have to deal with it today. "You know, I love your hair," Ashton says suddenly. "I always have. Plus, now you let me twirl it and stuff and it's always really soft and really pretty." You laugh as you pull one of his beanies over your hair. "Well thanks, but I hate my hair," you tell him. Before you realize it, Ashton comes up behind you and yanks the beanie off your head, raising it up high above you with one arm, and wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you restrained. "Don't hide your hair. I like it. It looks so good," he says. "I'm having a bad hair day," you whine. "No, you're not," he chuckles. "Besides, I want to wear this beanie today. You look amazing and so does your hair. I promise." He kisses the top of your head as you glance back to the mirror, deciding that maybe your ridiculous boyfriend has a point. Maybe it's not quite as bad as you thought.
  • Calum: "You look beautiful, as always," he says the second you round the corner. He kisses your forehead softly, still leaning down to do so despite your sky high heels. "Those heels are crazy high, babe. Are you going to be comfortable?" he asks. You nod and say, "Comfortable enough, yeah." He frowns and says, confusion evident in his voice, "Why don't you just wear flat shoes?" You bite your lip nervously, trying to figure out a way to get around admitting to him why you want to wear heels today, but you can't find a way around it. "Your whole family is really tall, Cal, and I just- I feel really short around all of you, like I'm not enough tall enough to be a part of the conversation," you mumble, refusing to look at him as you talk. "Go put on your Vans right now," he orders you. "None of this insecurity about your height is going to fly around here. I like that you're so much shorter than me. When we're sitting, your head fits perfectly on my shoulder and my head can rest on top of yours easily. Plus, you're hug-sized, and I love your hugs. You're the perfect size, love." You smile up at Calum and kick your heels off before wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. He chuckles and says, "See. Perfectly hug-sized."
  • Luke: You nervously chew your lip and stare down at the napkin in your lap. Your cheeks turn a dark color as Luke's words register in your mind. He's simply said you were beautiful. Nothing flowery. Nothing extra special. Just three simple words. You respond back with, "Thank you, but I'm not." Luke sighs before speaking, "Why do you always say that? You're so pretty." You shake your head and say, "Because I'm not." Luke sighs again and fists a hand into his hair. His blue eyes find yours and his hand untangles from his hair to rest on the edge of the table. "Look, okay, I have seen girls and I know girls, that are, in some sense, 'prettier' than you. They're more athletic or whatever. Hell, I know several models. But there's something about you, the way you move, the way you carry yourself, the way you smile, just, everything about you. You're so attractive to me. I thought you were pretty the first time I saw you, way before I loved you. Now? You're a level of stunning no one else can even come close to matching. Okay?" Luke says. Your mouth drops open slightly at Luke's speech. You're not quite sure how to react. You come up with something after a few seconds that you hope works: "Man, I love you, Luke Hemmings. And I am so lucky that you love me too." The smile that breaks out across his face tells you that you responded correctly.
  • Michael: You text Michael back after a moment of thought, deciding honesty wrapped up in a joke is the best way to reply. You joke about how much he must adore you for being willing to put up with you and your constant insecurity and dislike of yourself. His next few texts come to you in rapid succession: "Don't tell my girlfriend, okay? She can't know how much I love her. Like, you don't even understand. She's soooooo cute. You don't even know how cute she is. And smart. She amazes me every single day. And she's got the bestest sense of humor of any human ever. I just wish she could see how amazing she is." You're his girlfriend, the "she" he's talking about. You can't wipe the smile off your face before your mom catches you smiling. "Michael?" she asks, a smirk playing at her lips. "Yeah," you reply. She shakes her head and laughs lightly as you return to texting him back. You simply say: "I love you so much, Mikey." You imagine the smile breaking out across his face when he reads that. He texts you back almost immediately: "I love you more, sweetie. So much more."
  • A/N: Random fact about this preference: Most the things the boy say in this are inspired (or possibly taken word-for-word) from an actual boy who talks to me. - Kate
Who They Would Be In A Different Life (Kissed By The Baddest Bidder)
  • Eisuke: The Boy Next Door. He's just normal. He grows up in a suburban neighborhood, with close friends, and attends an average high school in the city. He attends university, and winds up working in the office where you work as well. In about a week he's asked you out for a drink, and you accept. His smile is so warm and inviting you can't help but smile with him. "This must be fate."
  • Baba: Museum Curator. He is absolutely in love with valuable artificers and the history behind them. He's known it since he was a child, and his parents took him to a museum for the first time. Despite his success, he can't help but feel like he's missing something. But when he see's you gazing into the Egyptian vase. He knows what it is, you. "I would be happy to give you a tour, but only if you promise to have dinner with me afterwords."
  • Mamoru: Child Prodigy. His parents knew he was gifted when they saw him reading at the age of three. After that he attended the worlds finest schools and universities. He was hailed as brilliant by everyone he knew. But despite his popularity, he knew that all the knowledge in the world wouldn't make him feel less alone. You were the first person to see him as a man, and not as anything else. "Marry me."
  • Soryu: CEO. He owns one of the world's largest computer company. His parents are awfully proud of him, and he has set the worlds golden standard, but no matter how many women he meets, and how many friends he makes, none of them seem to compare to you. He doesn't understand why at first, after all you're just a secretary at the front desk. You don't seem to have any special traits, or qualities. But he can't help but want to be around you. Finally he understand that you do have a special quality. Optimism. "I think you and I should probably be together, that's what the statistics say at least."
  • Ota: Model. He's actually very popular. He's already a spokesperson for various companies. Men's watches, Jeans, sparkling water. It doesn't matter what the product, he makes everything look good. You meet him at a shoot, on your first job as a photographer. He can't seem to stop flirting with you. You figure he's just toying with you, but his face is serious when says "I'm being quite genuine, and when you fall for me it won't be because I tricked you. It'll be because you finally realized I'm the only man who's worthy of you."
  • -SKY
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