#I actually really like the min ones he's so stupid. inspired by a shirt with menacing aura i saw worn by an adult man

[kataqasis]

and some misc. sketches

[getitinbusan]

Naughty & Nice : Yoongi

A Soft Smutty Christmas Drabble for everyone missing Yoongi. 18+

Curmudgeon, that's what he was being. Yoongi was occupying himself by making fun of his bandmates on the TV while you sat on the floor surrounded by boxes, draped in ribbon while wrapping presents.

"I'm glad I'm sitting this one out, look at the stupid little tie they made Jin wear." 

You turned to look, "I don't know, I think he looks handsome no matter what he wears." 

He huffed, "The stylists didn't even brush Jungkook's hair. He looks like he just rolled out of bed" 

You sang along to the carol a little louder. He was feeling sorry for himself and you weren't going to indulge him. 

"This is so childish." He laughed from his permanent residence on the couch and began imitating their moves on the screen.

"Shit," he winced after getting a little too carried away with his actions. 

"Serves you right." 

"Wow, that's rude." 

"I'm rude? Min Yoongi are you kidding me?"

His tongue stretched the inside of his cheek, a move he did when he was trying to think his way out of something. 

"You want to know what's rude? Rude is the fact that you know Christmas is my favorite holiday and you're doing everything in your power to suck the Merry and Bright right out of it." 

"I think as my girlfriend you're supposed to be a little more sympathetic towards my needs."

Aggressively pulling the tape tightly over the gift, the paper tore exposing the contents. 

"I feel about as sorry for you as you do for me having to wrap all of these." 

You lifted the gift up to examine it. "Who the hell buys Ping Pong Paddles as a present anyway." 

"Jin loves Ping Pong, It's a great gift. You're just mad that I'm a better gift giver than you." 

"You're also a bigger pain in the ass if we're keeping score." 

Crumpling up the ruined wrap you threw it in his direction.

Instinctively trying to catch it he moaned in pain at the sudden shoulder movement. 

"Shit baby, I'm sorry are you okay?" 

Feeling terrible you quickly got up to check his shoulder. 

Sat beside him on the edge of the couch you helped him lay back as he winced. 

"Sure, now you feel sorry for me after making me hurt myself." 

He gave a little pout and turned to focus his gaze on you while you adjusted his pillow. 

"I'm sorry, I know I've been a downer. I just…" his voice trailed off a little embarrassed.

"I feel bad for missing work and for everyone having to cover for me. And you, you really are an angel taking care of me and making sure all this stuff," he motioned around the apartment, "is done so that we still get a good Christmas."

You kissed his forehead and smiled. "I think your pain medication is making you soft."

"Yeah? that's not what you were saying 5 minutes ago." 

His hand moved over yours where it was resting on his chest. "I don't like feeling useless." 

"There's a big difference between vulnerable and useless Yoongi."

"I can't help you with any of this, and I'm sucking the fun out of your favorite holiday."

"Well I've been thinking, If you're up for it there is one thing you could help me out with…" 

"What's that?"

You gave a coy smile, "It's about a real special gift." 

"No way, you always talk me into giving you your gifts early, not this year. Besides, they're all at Namjoon's so I couldn't if I wanted to."

Pulling a piece of ribbon from around your neck you ran your fingers slowly down it's length. "I'm not talking about that kind of present."

His face pulled into a confused scrunch so you straddled his lap to give him a better clue. Threading the ribbon through the zipper pull of his jeans you tied it into a loopy bow. 

"You know we've both been really good this year, maybe we could just open one early?" 

Placing kisses down his neck you pled your case. Since the surgery a few weeks ago it had been completely hands off, either too much pain or too much medication to even try. Today though, he seemed feisty and playful so it was worth a shot. 

He pulled you down closer with his good arm, "Only if you promise not to go easy on me."

"I'll do my best." 

Pulling his t-shirt up you quickly realized it would be a whole process to get it off around the sling. "We'll have to make due I guess." 

"Take yours off for me, I just want to feel your skin on mine." He was already out of breath just with the anticipation. 

Standing, you lifted your shirt off and stepped out of your pajama pants. 

A long slow groan left your boyfriend. "You're so beautiful." He reached out with his good hand to grab for you. 

"uh-uh," you reprimanded him, swatting it away, "You're not allowed to over exert yourself."

Tugging the bow, his zipper slid down allowing your hands to grip the waistband and shimmy his pants over his hips. The hard bulge in his underwear showed he was just as excited as you were. 

"It feels like it's been forever," you whispered, your lips brushing over his fabric covered cock. 

"Even a day without you feels like an eternity, this has been torture." 

It felt so good to feel desired after the weeks of the most intimately unintimate moments you'd shared together. Cleaning stitches and administering medication wasn't exactly sexy.

Reaching into his underwear  you pulled out his full and heavy cock. His eyes fluttered delicately as he anticipated the sensation of your lips sliding around him.

Shallow breaths escaped his lips as you worked his length. Worried he'd drifted off, you slowed until his hand raked through your hair encouraging you to keep going.

"That feels so good but," you sucked hard and deep giving a squeeze around the base." 

"I'm not going to last, it's been too long and it feels so good. I want to make sure you to cum too" 

Working your way back up his chest to his neck to his waiting mouth, you kissed him. 

"You're okay?"

"I'll be better when I'm inside you."

As he lay waiting you sank yourself onto him. The stretch of not having him for weeks sent shivers of pleasure over your skin. 

Slowly rolling your hips you ground yourself against him. 

"God, I missed you." his working hand rubbed your nipple between his fingers. "Ride me harder, it's okay...It feels so good." 

Picking up speed, the couch squeaked under you as your bodies slapped together. 

"I'm gonna cum baby, tell me your close." He pleaded under you while you chased you orgasam. 

"Keep talking, I'm almost there…" 

"I missed your wet pussy around my cock so much, your tits bouncing while you ride me. I'm gonna fill you with such a big load."

You could already feel his cum leaking out of you as he moved his hand to thumb your clit furiously. Knowing he was pleased you let your orgasm wash over you until you collapsed on top of him. 

"That was amazing."

He winced a little, "You're kind of on my shoulder." 

"Oh my god Yoongi I'm so sorry!"

He laughed, "don't be it was worth it. I do think I'm going to need a pain killer though." 

His facetime rang and all the boys were on the line, "Did you watch the show? How'd we do?"

"It was good, you all did really well." 

"You seem to be in really good spirits," Taehyung cheered. Were we that inspiring?"

"No," Yoongi smirked," I got an early Christmas present."

It was quiet for a second until it registered with them. "Gross, You're both going on the naughty list," Jungkook decreed.

"I disagree," Yoongi looked at you across the room winking. "It was actually quite nice."

[iridescentjin]

His Hands (m)

Summary: You hadn’t ever paid much attention to Min Yoongi until a stupid icebreaker at your office. Now, you can’t get him, and his hands, out of your head.

Genre: Smut and a little fluff

Warnings: Masturbation, hand kink/partialism, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), a small amount of cum play (once again...idk), recreational alcohol use

Word Count: 6,694

a/n: this is inspired by the moment from the above gif, a conversation that I was having with a friend, and my undying love for Min Yoongi and his hands. I’ve been screaming into the void about this for a week, so I decided to just put it out there. (Also, the gif actually is mine :) )

All this started with one of those stupid office meeting icebreakers. You had been totally fine with everything at work up until that point. Great actually. You were good at your job at fairly large production company. You had been working there for years and had worked your way up from intern to a mid-level position in your department. You had your core group of work friends, and you all went out for happy hours together at least once each week. 

There was one guy who was in your department but just outside of your group of friends. He was hardworking and dedicated but quiet. He was really passionate about music, and you could tell just from watching him work. He seemed polite enough to everyone in the department, though you hadn’t really ever spoken more than a few words to him, and the few times he had gone for drinks with the rest of the group had been the times you were unable to attend. 

Still, you can't deny that Min Yoongi was gorgeous. He had pale skin and gentle features. He had a way about him that just screamed confidence. Yet you hadn’t ever really considered him much because he wasn’t part of your day-to-day life. Until that stupid meeting.

On that fateful day, the department head declared that, because there were some new faces in the room, you were going to do an icebreaker. You all would go around the room, and, when it was your turn, you would say your name and what you love about yourself. A simple enough concept, though it filled you with anxiety to think that you had to speak in front of all your colleagues and your department head about something you loved about yourself. You thought that you would say something like “my work ethic” or something else generic because it would be easy and not too personal. You liked to keep everything close to the vest.

It started slowly. The first people saying they loved their eyes or their smile. You zoned out for a moment thinking about what exactly you would say. Before you knew it, it was on the person 2 seats away from you. Min Yoongi. He paused a moment after he said his name. He looked at his hands, and then he said, “I love my fingers.” He held out his two hands in front of him with his palms facing away from him, and he spread his fingers as he gently smiled at them. Then your friend, Soomin, began to talk. You didn’t hear a word that she said because you were staring at Yoongi’s long digits as he continued to flex them. He let them rest on the table in front of him, still looking at them as he spread them and wiggled them around. 

You couldn’t help but notice the slender delicacy of each finger. They were long, and each knuckle was prominent. He had fine hair between the first and second knuckle on each one. His palms were big enough that it felt like your whole hand would fit into the palm of his hand. His skin looked taut and smooth, though there were small cracks next to the perfectly rounded nail on his thumb on either hand. You couldn’t help but think how much you want to - “Hello? Earth to y/n?”

Soomin nudged you with her elbow, and you realized that everyone was staring at you. It was clearly your turn, and you had been too busy staring at Min Yoongi’s hands to notice. A scarlet flush crept up your cheeks and down your neck. You quickly said, “I’m y/n, and I love your hands.” You didn’t even hear it when you said it. 

“I’m sorry...what?” your boss asked, and you looked, panicked, at Soomin. She looked just as confused as you felt. You flushed even deeper when what you just said fully processed in your brain.

“I’m really sorry. I was just lost in thought. I’m y/n. I love my work ethic.” You put your face in your hands as the person on the other side of you started talking and the game continued on. After you started to feel the heat moving from your face, you lifted your head, only to meet eyes with fucking Min Yoongi, chin resting against his hand, smirk across his face. You put your face back in your hands, and you made a mental note to never ever make eye contact with him again. You’d avoided having to talk to him by accident up until this point; it shouldn’t be that hard to do it on purpose.

*******

You had practically forgotten about the department meeting two weeks later when you’re at your desk typing away on your keyboard. Your desk sat near the copy room, so you often had friends say hello as they walked past to make copies.

You hear someone clear their throat behind you, so you turn around in your chair. Your eyes are immediately met with a slender waist, clothed in all black. Your eyes travel up the frame in front of you, and you meet eyes with Min fucking Yoongi. You feel the heat creeping into your face as you look into his eyes. You immediately stand up, so you are not sitting there looking up at him like a child.

“Can I help you?” you ask, slightly more curtly than you intend.

“Oh yeah. I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Min Yoongi. You can just call me Yoongi. We’ve met before, but I never actually introduced myself.” And he holds out his hand to take yours. You look down at the hand, the thing that led you to all the problems to begin with. You swallow hard, and you take it and look up into his eyes.

“Y/n” in a shaky voice is all you can manage to get out. You are hyper aware of how warm his palm is against yours. Warm and smooth, not a hint of claminess. His pointer finger sticks out, and it is so long that it touches the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist. You don’t realize that your eyes have dropped to the expanse of his hand cradling yours until he starts to speak again. 

“So...uh...now we’ve formally met...” You snap your eyes back up to his face, and he has that same smirk spread across his lips that he had in that meeting. You feel the heat creeping up into your cheeks and down your chest and release his hand like it burned you.

“Yeah, thanks. I...uh...I have a lot of work to do, so can you…?”

“Oh yeah, I’ll go. Sorry. See ya,” he says as he turns on the spot and goes off to his desk, still oozing the same confidence as always.

You feel flustered for the rest of the afternoon, and you count down the seconds until 5 when it’s time to leave. You grab your coat and rush out the door, trying to get away from the stuffy office that’s making you feel even hotter from the ache between your thighs that you’ve been denying to yourself all day.

You tell yourself to forget about it. To stop it. To think about anything but the way that his fingers felt against your skin. You shake your head to try to get the image of the first time out of your head. It must have been way too long since the last time you had sex for you to be getting so flustered about Yoongi. It had been about 5 months since you hooked up with Taehyung, your work friend with whom you mutually decided that you’re better off platonic friends. Tae had been good, but there was something about Yoongi that just screamed “this guy fucks well!”

You finally let your mind wander a little bit after you’ve had a glass of wine. You can’t help but think about the delicious curve of each knuckle and the way it felt in your hand. You start to imagine what that warm, smooth skin would feel like on your neck and collarbone, gently dancing across the sensitive skin, culling goosebumps to the surface. You barely skate your own fingers over your skin, and it’s not the same but you still shiver in response to the touch. You shake your head again to try to stop those thoughts once again. You decide to put on a show to distract yourself.

Though your mind wanders a little, you are tipsy and tired and have to work in the morning, so you eventually fall asleep on the couch. It’s not a restful sleep. First, you just see the way your hand looked in his, then you start to see more. Your brain creates a whole scene in which Yoongi is spread out alone on your bed, with his hair mussed and his shirt tossed aside. You are in the room, but he doesn’t pay any attention to you. He undoes his belt and barely slides his pants down his hips. You can see the outline of his bulge through his black boxer briefs that he’s straining against. He runs his hand over his chest, letting his fingers catch on one of this nipples. His breath catches a little in his throat, and then he continues to move his hand down to his waistband. He rubs his thumb along the elastic for a moment, causing goosebumps to rise up on his stomach, then he slips his hand into his underwear and pulls out his hard cock.

It is gorgeous. The sight before you. Min Yoongi, topless, lithe fingers wrapped around his thick length, teasing up the whole length. He takes his hand from his cock and brings it to his mouth. You watch him slide his tongue up his palm and along the middle digits before he brings it back, slick with spit, to tease the pink-red head of his dick again. He focuses his movements on the head, and after several minutes of languidly twisting his hand gently over the tip, he begins to pick up speed. You see his hand tighten as his breathing quickens. You become aware of yourself in the moment, the wetness between your legs, causing your panties to stick to your core. You are so turned on for him, but you also don’t know if he realizes you’re there. You think to call out to him, but you don’t want him to stop. While you are deciding whether or not to call to him, he looks up from his dick directly into your eyes. You hold his stare until he throws his head back, cum spilling over his hand and stomach. He looks back at you, holding your gaze, and silently holds up his hand out to you. You take three steps forward and cross the space between where you stood and the bed. You gently take his wrist in your hand and tilt your head as you admire the beauty that is his hand coated in his own spit and cum. Your mouth waters at the thought of running your tongue along those fingers. You open your mouth, but, before you can take him in, Yoongi whispers, “It’s time to go” and you hear your alarm.

You had to masturbate this morning in the shower. You didn’t have another choice. You had soaked through your underwear and your sleep shorts, your nipples painfully erect when you had woken up. You were already flustered and embarrassed about dreaming about Yoongi touching himself, but you had to take care of it so you can focus on work. You closed your eyes tight and tried to picture the last time you fucked Taehyung. It didn’t work, and you ended up picturing the way Yoongi’s hand looked wrapped around his cock. You came, washed yourself, drank your coffee, and left, trying to put the whole dream behind you.

Unfortunately, the universe decided that it had other plans for you today. When you open your email, you have a message from the head of the department saying that he has put together a special project for some of the highest performers in your department. You show up to the conference room at 10am like his email said, only to find that you are joined by Taehyung, his best friend Jimin, and, of course, Min fucking Yoongi. You can’t even look at Yoongi because of your embarrassment. Your boss explains that the project will probably take about a month and the four of you will be working exclusively on this until it is finished. You let out a heavy sigh and immediately all four pairs of eyes are on you.

“Is there a problem, y/n?” Tae asks.

“No. I’m sorry. I just realized I hadn’t finished the report that I was working on, and I might have to use some of my free time to finish it,” you reply, trying to seem nonchalant.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll have Soomin finish it for you. Just send it over to her, and I’ll walk her through it,” your boss says, looking proud of how much he’s helping you. You try to muster a smile that doesn’t look fake and thank him for coming up with a solution.

******************

“Okay, that’s it. What is your deal with Min Yoongi?” Tae asks you exasperated after Yoongi and Jimin leave the room to go get coffee. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have a ‘deal’ with Min Yoongi. I nothing the guy,” you lie. You still hadn’t been able to look him in the eye over the course of the last two weeks because you kept having the same dream every single night. You felt needy for him when you looked at him when he wasn’t looking, and you felt embarrassed, a hot flush covering your face and chest, when he spoke to you. So you avoided interacting with him as much as possible. You feel that same flush creeping up your face as Tae watches you.

“Oh my god. Did you sleep with him?!” Tae practically shouts.

“Jesus Christ, no! What the fuck, Tae? I wouldn’t...I wouldn’t do that.”

“Okay, well, as a guy in this office who you’ve slept with, I feel like I can say you absolutely would do that. And you’re turning all red, so something happened. Did you kiss him? Did he kiss you? Did he catch you fucking someone else? Did you catch him fucking someone else? Is he having an affair with our boss?”

Tae continues on questioning you rapid fire, knowing that it will wear you down quickly. He goes on and on with his ridiculous questions related to you, Min Yoongi, and sex. “Fine!” you finally exclaim in frustration.

“Yessss,” Tae whispers under his breath, “I am ready for tea.”

You roll your eyes and prepare to tell Tae the source of all of your embarrassment that you haven’t even told Soomin about. “I had a sex dream about Yoongi. Actually….like several sex dreams about him.”

Tae’s eyes get huge and fill with amusement. He starts giggling uncontrollably, his mouth open wide, eyes pinched shut. 

“Stop it, Tae.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I ever slept with you. You’re so embarrassing.”

As you’re finishing your sentence, the door opens, and Yoongi and Jimin file back in. They both are carrying two cups in each hand, and they both look confused. “What did we miss?” Yoongi asks as he sets one of the cups in front of you.

“Oh nothing. Taehyung told a joke that he thought was so funny, he can’t stop laughing. Right, Taehyung?” You say look at him with a serious and stern look.

“Oh my god. I can’t wait to tell Jimin,” he responds through his laughs.

“No, I don’t think Jimin would like this one very much. I think it’s a joke just for you and I, Tae,” you don’t know how much more obvious you can be without straight up telling Taehyung that if he tells Jimin, you will castrate him.

“No I want to know!” Jimin cries, wanting to never be left out of anything. “I already know about what happened between you two. Yoongi probably doesn’t care. Just tell us!”

You throw Jimin the dirtiest look you can muster, stand from your seat, and storm out of the room. Taehyung’s giggles follow you until the door gently closes as you storm away. You find your way into the employee break room and lean against the counter. You take a deep breath and try to remind yourself that Jimin didn’t have any malicious intent in announcing to the room that you had slept with Tae. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing. You don’t hear the stealthy man enter the room, and you jump when you feel someone beside you. You snap your eyes open, and there next to you is the last person you want to talk to, Min fucking Yoongi.

“Look, um, I don’t know what just happened in there, and I certainly didn’t know that you and Tae are sleeping together, but you seem really upset. I know you don’t like me very much, but I wanted to come check on you,” Yoongi says in a sweet and sultry tone, searching your face for a hint of your real feelings.

“Oh um, Yoongi...I think I might owe you an apology. I don’t dislike you. I’ve been avoiding you because...well...I-I had a dream about you, and I’ve been embarrassed about it. Also, I’m not still sleeping with Tae. It’s been 6 months since we ended things amicably.” You hadn’t realized how much you distancing yourself from Yoongi made it seem like you just didn’t like him. You liked him fine, and, obviously, you thought he was really good-looking. You needed to be sure to make an effort to be nicer to him.

“A dream? About me?” Yoongi asks. When you turn and look at him with red cheeks and ears, with the blush creeping down your chest, his eyebrows shoot up on his face. “Oh!” he exclaims.

You bury your face in your hands and shake your head lightly. “Oh my god. I’m so lame. I can’t believe I told you that.”

“No. Come on. You’re not lame. You can’t control what you dream. I’m sure that if you could it would not be about me,” he offers. He puts his hand gently on your arm. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s not that big of a deal, and, now, it’s out there so you don’t have to avoid me.”

You look at him. His eyes are filled with understanding instead of pity or disgust. You realize that Yoongi really is an all around good guy, and he seems to understand that if you could choose to stop the dreams, you totally would. You smile a small, genuine smile at him before you push yourself off the counter, ready to head back to the conference room to work more. Yoongi follows you out. “So...was I good?” he asks between giggles as you open the door.

“Min Yoongi, I will not hesitate to end you.”

************

After that day, things go a little more smoothly, and your team is more productive now that you’re acknowledging Yoongi. On Friday of the third week of working together, you all decide that since it’s the weekend, and you are close to the end of the project, you will all go to Happy Hour together.

When you arrive at the bar, the four of you find a booth that is a little secluded from the rest of the commotion, and Jimin goes to the bartender to get drinks for everyone. You slide into the booth next to Yoongi, and Tae leaves room for Jimin on his side. You all settle into the booth discussing small details for your project. When Jimin returns with shots and beers for everyone, he demands, “no work talk!”

After about an hour of drinking at the same pace as Jimin, which is never a good idea, all of you are feeling pretty tipsy.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Jimin squeals with glee. “Please! I love truth or dare.”

You finally acquiesce to Jimin’s whining when he pushes his bottom lip out and gives you his best puppy dog eyes. When the game starts, Jimin goes first, being dared to eat as many olives as he can for free before the bartender tells him he can’t have anymore. The bartender only gave him two, and Jimin came back to the table looking defeated. Next is Tae. He picks truth.

With mischief in his eyes Jimin asks, “how good is y/n in bed, honestly?”

“Hey!” you protest loudly, “That’s not a truth about Tae. That’s a truth about me. That’s no fair.”

“No. No. Because it’s a truth about how Tae feels about you,” Jimin retorts and turns back to Tae, who looks like he’s looking for the right words to say.

“Honestly? It was amazing. Y/n, you’re amazing. So hot. So warm and tight. And that stamina? How did you get that stamina? She does things that you wouldn’t even imagine. She’s like...she’s really freaky.”

“Oh my god!” you shout, face hot with embarrassment, “Kim Taehyung stop talking right now. I cannot believe you just said that in front of Jimin and Yoongi.”

Yoongi is surprisingly quiet through all of this, and, when you say his name, he makes a little noise in the back of his throat. He doesn’t look at you, just stares down at his hands on the table with a weird smile on his face.

“I mean… I already knew, but Yoongi didn’t,” Jimin giggles out, “Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth, I guess,” you respond.

“Okay, tell us exactly what happened in your sex dream about Yoongi.”

Next to you, Yoongi chokes on his drink. Coughing and wiping his face. He quietly apologizes as he grabs a napkin and cleans his face and the spot on the table where he spit some of his drink out. You are so distracted by Yoongi choking that you forget that you’re playing a game.

“Well…” says Jimin impatiently.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that. Just give me the dare,” you say indignantly.

“Fine,” Jimin responds, sounding a bit like a petulant child, “I dare you to go dance with...that guy.” And he points at a young guy out on the dance floor who seems to be enjoying himself alone. 

“Ughhh,” you whine, “fine. You’re the worst.” You stalk out onto the dance floor, flipping your hair a little bit and straightening your dress before you approach the man. You ask to dance with him, and he obliges, a surprisingly good dancer. Before you know it, you’ve forgotten that you’re dancing with him as a dare. Rolling your hips with his and swaying to the beat. You wrap your arms around his neck and grind against him before you feel a tap on your shoulder. You are surprised when you see it’s Yoongi. 

“Can I cut in?” he asks almost shyly.

You say goodbye to your partner and turn back to Yoongi. He awkwardly puts his hands on your hips, and he sort of moves with the music.

“Yoongi,” you say, “if you’re going to take me away from such a good dance partner, you should at least actually dance with me. If you don’t want to dance with me, then why did you even come over here?”

He grumbles under his breath something you can’t understand except “didn’t like,” and he grabs your hips. “You want me to dance with you? I’ll fuckin’ dance with you.” He pushes his body against yours, his hands still on your hips. He guides you to him, and he begins to roll his hips adeptly into you. You follow his lead and roll your hips back. You wrap one hand around his neck, putting your fingers in the hair at his nape, and you keep the other one at your side, leaning that shoulder out a little further from him. 

His hand on your hip starts to ball into a fist, and he pulls the bottom of your skirt up into his hand. You can feel that his cock is half hard against you, and you can’t blame him because you feel the closeness going right between your thighs. You look up into his eyes, and they look hungry. He runs a hand over your cheek and leans in, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “I’ll do it,” he says with his hot breath against your ear.

“Do what?” You ask, genuinely confused.

“Whatever it is. Whatever you dreamed about. I’ll do it,” he responds, breathing rapidly and pushing harder against your body. You feel a heat slide down from your belly, straight into you pussy. That dream is all you fantasize about anymore, unable to get the images out of your head, and now real-life Yoongi is saying he’ll do whatever it is? You are so startled that you just blink up at him.

“Obviously you think about me. I think about you too. I think you can feel how much I think about you right now against your leg. So...let me do it,” he says into your ear. 

“Min Yoongi, what has gotten into you?” you ask in a playful voice, letting your fingers tease the strands of hair on his nape. He grunts a little bit and rolls his body against yours, while slotting his leg between yours.

“I would say all those shots and beers that Jimin brought us probably play a huge part in this,” he says. When you think about it, you are pretty drunk too, and you would have been too embarrassed to let yourself grind on Yoongi if you were sober. He takes the hand that has the bottom of your dress bunched and runs it along your jaw, sliding his thumb across the curve of your bottom lip. “But also, I think about you all the time. I can’t get you out of my head. I want you. I don’t like the way that guy was touching you. I want to be the only one who touches you like that. Not that guy. Not fucking Kim Taehyung. Me.”

You feel dizzy from the alcohol and Yoongi’s words and the way that his thigh feels against your core. You are dazed and blinking up at him, when his expression changes. “Oh fuck. I read this wrong, didn’t I? Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles out. Dropping his hands from your hip and your face and putting distance between you. “I can’t believe I just did that. I never come on to girls, and now you probably think I’m disgusting.”

Before you can find the words to stop him, he’s already walking back over to the table. By the time you get over there, he has his hand on his coat, and Jimin and Taehyung look really confused.

“Is everything okay? It seemed like you guys were...doing fine...just a minute ago,” Jimin inquires.

“Yeah, it definitely looked like you were about to fuck!” Taehyung exclaims, drunk giggles spilling over his lips.

Yoongi just keeps his head turned away from you, gathering his things. You sigh.

“Well, you know, Tae. I kinda thought so too,” you say, the alcohol making you bolder than you normally would be, “but it seems Yoongi here has other plans.”

Yoongi’s head snaps around to look at you. They, once again, are dark and hungry, and his pupils are blown out and distorting his irises. He snatches your wrist from beside you and pulls you along behind him. You turn and wave a confused wave to the boys, and you let Yoongi lead you outside.

Before you know it, he has you pushed up against the wall outside of the club. His body, once again, pressing against yours. “Tell me what you want” he growls into your ear.

“I want...I want you” you say, suddenly shy again in the cool night air,

His mouth finally makes contact with your skin. He places several small kisses along your jawline on your neck before he places a sloppy open mouth kiss there, pulling the skin with his teeth and sucking it. You know it’s going to leave a mark, and you don’t care. He lifts his head slightly, hot breath on your neck igniting a fire inside of you. “Say my name.”

“Yoongi, I want you,” you whisper back to him. He growls deep in his chest again before pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. He pulls back and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“My Uber will be here in 2 minutes. Are you coming?” He asks as he slides his phone back in his pocket.

“Yes. Take me home, Yoongi.”

“I’ll take you home if you tell me about that dream,” he says, lips quirked into a smirk.

You roll your eyes, and you press one kiss to his lips. “Fine. I watch you wrap those beautiful hands of yours around your cock, and you stroke yourself until you cum. I’m not really involved until the end.”

“Oh? And what happens at the end?” he says with a smirk, bringing his hand back to your face.

“I never get to finish it, so I guess we’ll both have to find out,” you say against his lips. As he runs his finger across both of your lips, you say, “And these things are what got me into this mess in the first place?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but he gets a notification that the Uber has arrived. He guides you into the cab with a hand on the small of your back, and you feel like your skin is on fire. In the car, he keeps his hand on your thigh, sliding it further and further up toward your panties, while holding a conversation with the driver. 

Once you’ve gotten to his place and are inside the door, he body is on yours for the third time tonight.

He puts his fingers against your lips again and says, “since these caused all the trouble, why don’t you show me what you want me to do with them?”

You slightly part your lips and bring your tongue to meet the tip of his middle finger. You like up the length of it and swirl your tongue around it. Yoongi groans. “Please, Yoongi, put your fingers in my mouth,” you whine.

He obliges, slipping two long, delectable digits past your lips and presses down on your tongue. You suck on them hard and close your eyes at how good it feels to finally get what you’ve been dreaming about.

He slides his fingers back out of your mouth, and you put a little until he puts his lips on yours. He kisses your hard, full of passion and lust, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocate, tongue dancing with his. The kiss is sloppy and a little drunk and filled with all the things that have been unsaid. He moves his mouth down your neck and onto your chest. Against your skin he groans, “God, I’ve wanted to kiss here since that first time I saw that blush creeping down your neck. Wanted to follow it with my tongue. Wanted you.”

He picks you up and starts carrying you further into his apartment. He’s powerful for such a slight man, and he does not struggle to get you to his room. He throws you on his bed, pulls his shirt over his head, and climbs on top of you. “Can I taste you?” he asks.

You can only nod in response, and he pushes your dress up and pulls it over your head. You hadn’t been planning on anyone seeing your underwear today, so you are wearing a plain black cotton bra and plain black cotton panties. You feel a little self conscious in the moment, but you feel Yoongi’s eyes raking over you, taking you in. “Oh,” he whispers to himself, “so pretty. Even better than I imagined.”

He kisses your lips one more time then crawls down your body. He places one of his large hands on each of your thighs and pushes them open. He runs his fingers down your folds starting from your clit, then he gently rakes them back up. “So wet for me,” he says, as he continues to languidly run his fingers up and down, pausing each time he reaches your entrance.

“Yoongi, please. I need you,” you whimper, as he pauses once again.

He brings his face close to your cunt, millimeters away, and he spreads you open and blows cool air on your clit. You involuntarily buck up into his lips. He takes your clit between his lips and begins to suck lightly. He pushes two fingers into your cunt, while he uses his tongue to draw languorous circles around your clit, coaxing mewling moans from you. He pumps his fingers into you, and you feel like you’re going to cum already. The heat in your belly is turning to tightness that feels like a rubber band that is going to snap.

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, “gonna cum.” You reach out and run a hand through his dark hair. Losing yourself for a moment in watching the way that it looks between your fingers, tugging it gently.

“Cum for me, baby,” he says against your folds, and, as your hips start to buck up into his face, he flattens his tongue for you to take the lead. You grind against his tongue, and the heat floods to your cunt. Your muscles contract, and you throw your head back. The rubber band inside of you snaps. Everything in your brain goes black for a second and the only thing that exists is Yoongi’s tongue. You can hear yourself moaning loudly as you ride his tongue and your orgasm.

As you come down, your breathing starts to steady. Yoongi kisses you on your hip, then your belly. He kisses your chest, taking one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. He pops off and moves to the other nipple. While he sucks on the left nipple, he takes the right between his thumb and index fingers and begins to roll it. Even though you just had your orgasm, you can feel yourself getting turned on again. You watch his lithe fingers tweak the sensitive peaks on your chest, and when you look at his face finally, he is watching you.

“You’re really into my hands, aren’t you? You maybe even...love my hands?” he asks with a cheeky grin on his face. You are brought back to your Freudian slip in the meeting after the icebreaker. 

You give him a serious look and roll over on top of him. You bring your legs on either side of his narrow hips, and you stare him in the eye. You take his hands and lace your fingers between his, placing gentle kisses on each knuckle.”I’m y/n, and I love your hands,” you say as you slide his thumb into your mouth again. He takes his thumb and hooks it behind your teeth, pulling your mouth open and angling your head down to look at him.

“Please fuck me,” he says.

“Whoa. I didn’t picture Min Yoongi as the ‘please fuck me’ type,” you say, genuinely startled.

“You’ve been teasing me since that first day. What am I supposed to do? I’ve tried everything. I went to talk to you. I asked to be on this project with you. I think now the only thing left to do is beg for it.” He’s exasperated, words flying out of his mouth, while his hips cause his clothed length to caress your bare folds, slowly and gently.

You hop off his lap, undo his pants and take them off, feeling a little disappointed that dream-Yoongi always still has his pants on. You see his bulge pressed against his boxer briefs, and you can already tell it’s thicker than you imagine it. You pull down his underwear and climb back into his lap. “Say it again.”

“Please fuck me. Tae said it was so good. Let me feel your pussy. Please.”

His begging goes straight to your core, so you take your hand and wrap it around his cock, admiring the weight of it for a moment. “I’m clean, and I have an IUD,” you say before you move any further.

“Oh shit. Are you gonna let me fuck you raw? Oh my god, yes. I’m clean. Please.”

You guide his cock into you, and as you slide down, you close your eyes and hear a sharp intake of air from the man underneath you.

“Oh my god. You’re so perfect. Holy shit. I don’t normally talk this much, but holy shit. I’m drunk and you feel so good. You’re so wet. Is that just for me?” he is rambling while you slowly slide all the way down him.

When you finally have him inside you to the hilt, you say, “I’m only this wet for you, Yoongi. Please move.”

He doesn’t take a second to ask or think twice about it, and he rolls his hips into your, holding on to your hips. His whispers of shit and fuck and so wet fill the room with your small moans. As you ride him, you feel him curving up gently to hit the bundle of nerves inside. He brings his thumb down to rub your clit was he starts thrusting faster and harder into you.

“Not gonna last long. Want you to cum again,” he manages to get out.

Before you know it, he has flipped you onto your back again and he is thrusting at your from above. His thrusts are a little erratic now, and his thumb is rubbing less rhythmic circles on your clit. You feel that rubber band snapping inside of you again. You cry out, and Yoongi’s hips stutter.

“Oh fuck. Your cunt clenching around me fuck. I wanna cum on those pretty tits,” he says as he pulls out of you. “Want me to make your fantasy real?”

He drapes his hand around his cock and, just as you imagined, focuses his attention on the head, running his thumb over the slit in the top, but then rapidly stroking the head. He cums in ropes on your chest, with your name on his lips. He breathes heavily, leaning on one arm into the headboard. He looks up at you, looking satisfied and fucked out. He swipes one of his fingers through the cum on your chest and brings it to your mouth. You wrap your lips around his finger and suck it until the sticky substance is gone.

“Fuck. I can’t wait to see what else you do. Tae did say you are down for anything.”

You groan as he sits up to go get you a washcloth.

“Well, Tae is not nearly as hot as you are.”

Yoongi looks genuinely surprised and flattered when he comes back into the room to clean you off. He gently wipes your chest and places kisses wear the warm, wet towel had just been. When he crawls into bed next to you, he pulls you to his chest.

“I can get going now if you want,” you mumble, not wanting to leave his embrace at all.

“Why would I want that? I want you here. I really like you. Also, I definitely want to do that again in the morning, and it’s easier if you’re just here already,” he says and places a small kiss on your lips.

You smile as you rest your head against his chest. “I really like you too.”

[v-hope]

You get injured

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a lil bit of angst in like two of them, and crack I guess?

Request: “How about a reaction where y/n gets injured somehow and they have to help them or standby as they’re helped. Anything from a scrape to a broken bone?”

Warnings: Mentions of minor injuries.

A/N: I did so not take inspiration on me falling down in the shower the other day to write Tae’s, what do you mean 🙄 Anyway, it’s been a while since I wrote a reaction, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think! 💞

Kim Seokjin

You should’ve known better than to keep on cooking dinner while you and your boyfriend were in the middle of an argument. More importantly, you should’ve known better than to angrily start chopping the vegetables right as you sternly made your point.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have had blood running down one of your fingers after you accidentally cut it with the knife you were still holding.

You didn’t really realise, being too submerged in the fight currently going on to even care — it was Seokjin’s silence what made you stop, only feeling a sharp pain on your index finger once he grabbed your hand to check it out.

“Fuck” you breathed out after seeing your skin covered in red, snatching your hand away from his and running over to the sink so you could let the water run down your finger to both clean it up and ease the pain.

“Baby, let me help” Jin softly tried to shove your figure a little bit to the side so he could take over.

“I’m alright” you shut him out nevertheless.

“Y/N” his voice came out stern, causing your eyes to fix with his concerned ones and understand right then that your previous argument was long forgotten.

So, calming yourself down the best you could, you let him help — allowing him to drag you over the bathroom and sitting you on top of the closed toilet as he searched for everything he needed in order to cure you.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled in a pout when he kneeled down in front of you and took your hand in his.

“You’re apologizing for getting hurt?” he couldn’t help but mock, raising one of his eyebrows.

You shrugged, staring down to your lap. “For everything, I guess… and for ruining dinner…” your lower lip stuck prominently over your top one. “Actually, yeah, I’m sorry you’re over here having to help me instead of eating since I know you’re tired and hu—”

“Y/N?” he cut you off.

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking nonsense”.

As if eating dinner would be more important than helping his injured girlfriend. Unbelievable.

Min Yoongi

“Babe, take it easy” Yoon sighed, rolling his chair towards the couch you were lying down on.

“I can’t take it easy” you whined, trying to type on your laptop with your bandaged hand, “I need to turn in this paper before midnight and with this stupid thing I can only write a few paragraphs per hour”.

Yoongi breathed in deeply, hating to see not only the bandage in your hand that reminded him of you getting hurt the day prior, but also how frustrated you were right then.

Staring back to his computer and the music he had been producing for the past hours in his studio, he shook his head, focusing his eyes back on you before he stood up in front of your confused eyes.

“What are you doing?” you wondered when he motioned for you to sit up and make some space for him — taking your laptop from you and placing it on his lap.

“Just tell me whatever you want to write and I’ll type”.

You blinked rapidly, staring at his furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips that remained facing the screen. “No, don’t worry. You have your own deadli—”

“Just tell me what to write” he pushed it.

That’s when you smiled, knowing well enough there was no point on arguing with him and his stubborn ass. So, leaning in, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.

“I love you, Yoongs” you cooed.

And you surely also loved the way he so visibly had blushed, yet tried his hardest to remain serious and not let a shy smile take over his face.

“Is that supposed to be part of your essay?”

Jung Hoseok

“Does this mean I get to style you now?” Hobi asked as his hands clipped your bra behind your back, meeting you with a cheeky grin once you turned around to lock eyes with him.

“No, it means you get to help me put on whatever it is I want to wear”.

With a huff and a slight roll of eyes, your boyfriend watched you stand up and go to your closet, later coming back with the outfit you wanted to wear that day.

“This?” he knitted his eyebrows, taking the red t-shirt you had let fall to your bed and holding it up to check it out.

“What about it?” you furrowed your eyebrows as well.

“I mean… it’s kinda tight…” his eyes travelled to the cast in your arm, “and long-sleeved” he remarked. “I don’t think it will fit, love”.

“That’s what you are here to help me with” you smiled over exaggeratedly, causing a smile of his own to curve up his lips.

Nevertheless, it was a matter of a few seconds for the two of you to notice it would indeed not be an easy task, and another couple of minutes for you to finally give up — when your healthy arm was inside of it and the t-shirt remained folded right over your chest, not being able to put your injured arm inside of the other sleeve.

So, with a sigh, you let your body fall back down on the mattress; letting out a loud whine that was soon followed by your boyfriend’s giggle.

“Can I style you now?” he asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your bare chest.

Sighing once again, you gave in for once and for all: “Whatever”.

And although you had ever so discouragedly allowed him to, the way another loud giggle escaped your man’s mouth as he went back to the closet was enough to make a smile of your own take over your face.

At least one of you was having a blast with your arm being broken.

Kim Namjoon

“What happened?” your boyfriend worriedly asked as soon as the concert finished and he saw you lying on the backstage’s floor.

Rushing to your side and making his way through the people surrounding you, he motioned for the staff member who had been taking care of you to move aside; only then kneeling down next to you before both of them helped you sit up.

“She fainted and hit her head” he let Joon know when you had successfully managed not to fall back down.

With your hand going up to your head as you hissed and closed your eyes out of pain, Namjoon felt his heart speeding up.

“Hey, hey” he grabbed your face as gently as he could, trying to get you to look at him. “What happened?”

“I fainted” you pretty much repeated what he already knew, causing him to sigh heavily.

“Y/N…”

“I don’t know” you pouted. “I was just watching the show and suddenly I felt dizzy and, next thing I knew, I was seeing black”.

Staring up to look at the people who were still gathering around you to see how you were doing, he kindly asked them to go away so you could have some little air to properly breathe.

“You’re okay, though?” Joon questioned — looking for any kind of sign of you lying when your response was a nod of your head. “You sure? You don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No” you shook your head as softly as you could, not to make it hurt, “it’s okay, I think I just remembered why I fainted on the first place”.

“Why?”

A smirk didn’t wait to curve up the corners of your lips. “I think it was when you winked at me during Bapsae… damn, how could I not fall for you”.

Yup, you were definitely better now.

Park Jimin

“My baby!” Jimin let out rather exasperatedly right as he sprinted towards you.

Now, there’s two ways of falling down: one that has everyone —including the person on the floor— laughing, and another one that both looks and sounds so awful that everyone rushes to see if you’re alright.

The way you had slipped on the wet edge of the pool that afternoon, causing you to fall flat on your back and hit your head, was most definitely the second kind. And so all your friends had ran to your side in a heartbeat.

Your boyfriend being the first one to arrive to your side.

“Don’t move, don’t move” Jimin hurried to warn you, placing his hand gently on your forehead to keep you from moving.

“I’m okay” you managed to say — ignoring your boyfriend’s words and trying to sit up anyway.

“Stay still” he said again, this time louder in case you hadn’t heard him before.

“Jimin-ie, I’m fine” you reassured not only him but everyone as well, after squinting your eyes to block the sun and seeing all their worried expressions.

“Still” Yoongi’s girlfriend spoke up softly yet determinedly. “That was such a bad fall, stay still for a while”.

You sighed, finally doing as told and staring up at your boyfriend, who didn’t wait to lean down and pepper a few faint kisses on your forehead.

“God, you got me so worried” he whispered.

And although a few minutes later you were able to stand up and the pool day went back to the way it had been before, you understood just how worried he actually was when he would not leave your side at all — if anything, he made you sit on the grass with him until the sun went down; keeping his arms wrapped around you as your back leaned against his chest and his lips were placed on your shoulder from time to time.

Not like you were complaining anyway.

Kim Taehyung

Maybe it was your loud squeal, or maybe the loud thump that had resounded all over the room the moment you fell down, that had somehow managed to get a very desperate Taehyung opening the door to the bathroom and rushing to your side in less than five seconds.

His eyes opening wide when he saw your figure down on the cold floor.

“What happened?! Are you alright?” he worried, grabbing the towel you had brought with you to the room and gently wrapping it around your body.

“Yeah…” your voice betrayed you by coming out breathily, unsteady. “I just slipped while I tried to get out of the shower”.

Taehyung sighed, letting his forehead rest on yours. At least you seemed to be alright — apparently not having hit your head, much to his relief.

“I told you I could help you shower if you were feeling dizzy…”

“I know” you mumbled, bringing the hem of the towel up to your lips and biting it out of nervousness. “But you were busy, I didn’t want to bother you…”

With that said and nothing coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth in return, he picked you up as securely as he could — carrying you all the way to your bed and gently placing you on it before he kneeled down in front of you and cupped your face in his hands.

“Next time just tell me, okay?” he mumbled rather intimidatingly, yet still somehow lovingly enough. “Otherwise I’ll just start showering with you all the time to make sure you won’t fall again”.

You couldn’t stop a snort from escaping your mouth, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” your amused words earned a roll of eyes from him. “I might as well start slipping on purpose then”.

Although wanting to glare at you to seem annoyed, what Taehyung ended up doing was rather the opposite — not being able to erase the huge smirk curving up his lips.

“That’s it. We’re showering together from now on then”.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Does it hurt too much?” your boyfriend asked once the doctor let him into the room; his eyes instantly travelling to your bandaged heel as you sat on the hospital bed.

And although you had shaken your head no as your answer, he couldn’t help but feel like you were lying, for the pout in your lips and the way your head was lowered as you fidgeted with your hands seemed to say otherwise.

“Why the long face then?” he pushed it, going to sit by your side and tangling his fingers on the back of your head so he could bring it to his chest.

You shrugged. “The doctor said I need to wear crutches if I don’t want to make this worse”.

“So what?”

“So what?” you scoffed at his question, withdrawing from his hold and going back to his eye level. “I still have classes to attend and I don’t want people to stare at me or ask me what happened”.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but smile at how cute it was to him the way a pout had taken over your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“And even at home I—”

“Okay” he cut you off before you could go on, “maybe I won’t be able to help you during your classes, but I can help you at home…” you questioningly cocked one of your eyebrows at his words, “and now that you’re free to go, too”.

“How?”

Instead of giving you an immediate answer, he just stood up, turning his back towards you and bending slightly down. That’s when you got it.

“Hop on” he ordered.

Not being able to stop a giggle from escaping your mouth, you clumsily did as told — tightly wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Now everyone will think we’re a couple of idiots”.

“Hey!” Guk called you out after standing up straight and securing his hands under your thighs. “We have always been a couple of idiots. It’s about time people realise it”.

[mrbeastgang]

Inspired by something Jimmy said to Chandler about panic attacks on their livestream where they signed shirts for 6hours

This is all just if they were together no hate on them or their girlfriends

This is my first time writing please be nice any advice always welcome ❤️

Hope you enjoy❤️

The live stream

Jimmy had said it before he realised, he hadn’t meant to mention Chandlers panic attacks on the live it isn’t the fans business but he had and now they all knew whenever Chandler got stressed or things felt a lot he would go into a full blown panic attack. Almost as soon as he’d said it he noticed Chandler tense up next to him in a way that only Jimmy recognised, he was only trying to be a good friend telling Chandler he was ok and could keep calm, he hadn’t meant to have said on the live that he wasn’t sure sometimes if chandler was going to have a panic attack or not. As he continued to sign and chat with the boys he’d have a glance at Chandler each time he picked up the next shirt to sign that Chandler had just done. The joking continued for the last 15 mins of their 6 hour live but Jimmy could tell that Chandlers smile and laughter was fake, it had been since he’d mentioned chandlers panic attacks on camera. They were close, Jimmy cared about all the boys but Chandler had a special place in his heart, the thought he might’ve hurt Chandler broke his heart.

After the stream as they stood up Jimmy was congratulating them all, telling them how well they’d all done and how happy he was that their first group live stream was so good, he’s in charge he couldn’t just leave he had to debrief everyone, his eyes flickered round whilst talking to everyone and he noticed someone wasn’t there. He started to get worried, his eyes flicking round the group more and more and still he couldn’t spot Chandler. He knew he’d said something sensitive on the stream and that Chandler wasn’t himself afterwards but Chandler always put on a smile and would stay for the debrief then run off to be alone after, this was different and all Jimmy could think was is chandler having a panic attack and that scared him. Jimmy couldn’t explain why he worried about Chandler so much, people saw they were very close but what they didn’t know was all the little things about Chandler that only Jimmy noticed.

Meanwhile Chandler had ran to the toilets straight after the stream, he couldn’t face being in there at the debrief even though he was meant to be. He was sure no one would notice he had sneaked off. He sat quietly in the toilets, he felt like an idiot running off straight after the stream he felt stupid everyone now knew he had regular panic attacks. He wasn’t mad at Jimmy, he was upset everyone now knew but he wasn’t mad at Jimmy, deep down he knew Jimmy was just trying to be a good friend and stop him actually having one on the stream. Plus how could he be mad with his crush. The thought that Jimmy was going to think him stupid now especially if fans react negatively to the revelation online scared him, he loved working for Jimmy he could see his crush every day what better job but he knew Jimmy didn’t feel the same way, he was sure of that, Jimmy was just a good friend and that’s why he was so nice to him, he doesn’t feel like Chandler does.

Jimmy quickly rushed to finish the groups chat afterwards saying he was happy with how it went and everyone to just get themselves home and rest so he could go look for Chandler. Hoping Chandler hadn’t left he went straight to the parking lot and saw his car still there, good he could look round the warehouse, Chandler would be there somewhere, the guilt of what he’d said on the live still eating him up. He didn’t like Chandler did he? No he couldn’t or could he? His thoughts kept swirling round his head, he kept thinking Chandler wouldn’t want to be with me anyway after what I said on the stream, what if he’s not having a panic attack but instead hates me. As that thought kept whirling round his head he headed straight to the place he knew Chandler would hide, the toilets, as he approached he heard muffled sobs coming from the toilets, the sound broke his heart as he knew immediately that they were coming from his Chan Chan.

As he pushed open the toilet door seeing Chandler curled up in a little ball crying into his hands shaking slightly, a tell tale sign he’d just had a panic attack. Jimmy quietly sat himself down next to Chandler not wanting to startle him, “Chandler” he quietly whispered. Chandler raised his head slightly to look at Jimmy showing his red tear-stained face. Jimmy put an arm round him protectively expecting Chandler to pull away as it was his fault Chandler was so upset so was surprised when Chandler leant into his arm and cried into his chest. Jimmy started gently telling him comforting words into his ear as he rubbed Chandlers back whilst keeping his arm protectively around him. As Chandler started to calm down Jimmy whispered into his hair “I’m sorry it’s my fault I shouldn’t have said on the live it was stupid of me....I love you Chandler your one of my best friends I hate seeing you like this” Chandler looked up at him wiping his final tears “I’m not mad at you if that’s what you think, how could I ever be mad at you...I’m just....embarrassed and I don’t want it to ruin the brand. I love you too, your one of my best friends as well...but I really love you I’m sorry...I love you more than you love me....mine is more than just a friends love...I’m sorry” hanging his head in shame and turning away from Jimmy awaiting the rejection he was expecting. After a minute of silence and thinking Jimmy decided to go for it and put his fingers under Chandlers chin turning it back to face him, he leant in and slowly and gently kissed Chandler on the lips before pulling away “I’m sorry your upset I don’t want to take advantage of that, you just said that as you were upset I’m sure you don’t want me really” “I do I have for years Jim Jam” he replies smiling at the nickname, the first time he’s smiled since the stream then he kisses Jimmy back on the lips.

As they pull away Jimmy stands up, “come on handsome why don’t we just both go back to mine tonight” reaching out a hand for Chandler to take. He takes it letting Jimmy pull him up shyly he asks “is that ok? You won’t think I’m stupid? ... or change your mind about me....” “Chan Chan my feelings about you won’t change I want to protect you because I love you, that’s why I feel so bad, I was stupid and should’ve stopped myself from saying what I said on the livestream....anyway let’s get back to mine we all know you like your sleep” At that very moment Chandler yawns replying “well you made me sign shirts for 6 hours I want to sleep now, I love sleep everyone knows that. Can we take your car back to yours?” “Of course come on”

Jimmy drives them back and parks on the driveway, looking over to see that Chandler fell asleep on the drive back and chuckles before poking him “wakey wakey, why don’t you go straight up to bed you seem really tired” a half awake Chandler shakes his head no, not wanting to seem silly to Jimmy for going to bed at 7, “let’s just watch something, I’m fine and awake now.” Jimmy reluctantly agrees knowing Chandler must be shattered and must need some sleep after a long live signing T-shirts, the panic attack and the crying and the fact he fell asleep on such a short car journey, he’s always tired without all that happening. “Shall we sit and watch some anime then?” Chandler nods giving a little smile still not completely awake. As they head inside they get some drinks and snacks and before they’ve switched it on chandlers already started demolishing the snacks making Jimmy chuckle at how cute he can be. “Come on greedy why don’t we switch it on before you carry on” as he switches it on with the remote he puts his arm round Chandler pulling him so he’s laying his shoulder on Jimmys snuggled in still with his snacks. Chandler looks up at him with his head on Jimmys shoulder and smiles letting Jimmy nick a couple of crisps and snuggling into Jimmys body a little more. Just after about half way through Jimmy could hear some soft snores coming from Chandler as he’d fallen asleep in Jimmys arms snuggling into him and shifting in his sleep so his head was now resting on Jimmys chest. He softly kissed Chandlers head and stopped the anime carefully as not to disturb Chandler as he was reaching for the remote, unable to bring himself to wake Chandler again and knowing he wasn’t able to carry him upstairs without risking bumping him as he carried him Jimmy decided he would let chandler sleep in his arms and pulling a nearby blanket over them both let himself fall asleep on the sofa cuddling his Chan Chan

That’s my first oneshot hope you like it! Sorry about any errors or anything that might not make sense! Any requests feel free to ask ❤️

Massive thank you to @imperialpirates @regalbanshee for checking this over for me and for encouraging and inspiring me to write ❤️

Thanks you for reading ❤️❤️

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Color Palette

[Blurb XVI]

EXO Byun Baekhyun x Reader Summary: Five times you wore the same thing as Baekhyun, and one time you didn’t. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: College au, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: tbh this is kinda too long to be a blurb but oh well. This prompt came to me while on my way home, cause there was a guy in a very specific shirt and so I was like, huh, what are the chances someone else has that shirt.

Day 1: Monday

“Hello.”

I turn to guy next to me, just about to sit down, and smile. “Hi.”

“Nice shirt,” he notes, looking from mine to his own that was the same striking color as my bright yellow one. 

"I thought I ought to start this semester with some positivity," I confess, smiling sheepishly.

He laughed, nodding his head, "I decided to do the same too."

He sits down on the available chair next to me. Our teacher blabbers on about stardust.

I turn to the guy next to me, finding myself observing how his black hair brushed against his fair skin.

"My name is Baekhyun, by the way," he tells me without looking my way.

I feel my cheeks burn slightly, but I disregard it simply by telling him my name also.

Day 2: Wednesday

I heard a chuckle from behind me. 

"Ya, nice shirt."

It was Baekhyun, in an olive green hoodie, matching my olive green crop top.

"Hmm, did you buy your shirt at a boutique at the mall downtown?"

Baekhyun cocks his head to the side and pulls his head back, "Actually, I think this is from there."

"Then that explains a lot. "I nod, insinuating that we probably bought our clothes at the same place.

His expression fades to a smirk as he sits down next to me. I focus on my notebook. He watches as I brush my hair to the side.

"Green looks good on you," he says, making me turn to him. Our eyes meet. My brows involuntarily quirk up at his soft expression. "Uh... you too."

Day 3: Saturday

"Ya this is so creepy," I mutter under my breath. I hiss and hide behind my large friend. Chanyeol knits his brows cranes his neck over his shoulder. "Uh... what's happening?"

"It's Baekhyun."

"Who da heck?"

"My seatmate in social sciences! Whenever I see him, we're just always wearing the same colored top,"

Following this logic then, Chanyeol zeros in on whoever was wearing a grey sweater, or at least something grey. "The guy without a backpack?"

I narrow my eyes at his description and realize that Baekhyun is indeed the only one in his group without a backpack. At this point, I push Chanyeol and go to his side which was opposite to Baekhyun's.

"Honestly," Chanyeol sighs, "I don't get girls and same outfits."

"Uh, besides the fact he's a dude and yet we still probably shop at the same side of the mall?"

"I don't see the big deal; clearly, you're soulmates. You can borrow his clothes, easy-peasy."

"Chanyeol, I will cut you."

Baekhyun, amidst his hilarious repartee, finds himself looking back and frowning when he saw what he did.

Day 4: Monday

Alright, today is gonna be a day where we don't match. It's a brand new week.

Baekhyun was already sitting in his place wearing a: denim jacket.

That's great!

I'm wearing a neon purple blouse. Sure, I really demanded attention with it, but at least there was no way he could wear something so outrageous.

Victorious, I walked over to my seat and smiled sweetly, "Good morning."

He turned to me with half-opened eyes, clearly lacking a few hours of sleep. "Ya," he chuckled, scratching his yawn away. "Nice shirt."

I felt really smug, though he was most definitely teasing me.

He stretched his arms out. My eyes widened. What the hell was he wearing underneath?

"I didn't do the laundry and so I had no other choice but to wear this horrible thing." He opened his jacket, revealing the scary shade of neon purple. "I thought it was too much, so I hid it under denim. But then you walk in here and just look--"

"Like an imbecile."

"--smoking hot."

I give him major side eye, but break into laughter anyway.

"It's quite inspiring actually," he says, moving to remove his jacket.

For a second, I panic, because with him doing this, the world will be exposed witness to the fact we matched again today. But then I realize, Chanyeol's right. It's completely stupid to fuss over wearing the same thing as this guy. I mean, he was cute for goodness' sake!

I sigh, making myself relax.

"I guess we're soulmates."

I snort and shake my head, "you and Chanyeol seem to think so."

Baekhyun pouts, brows involuntarily lowering, "Was he the guy you were walking with?"

"You saw me?"

"Yeah... I was supposed to say hi, but your boyfriend might be the jealous type."

I snort yet again, "Chanyeol definitely is the jealous type, but he is not my boyfriend."

Baekhyun finds a soft smile again, "Soooo... if I ask you out, does that mean you'll say yes?"

"That depends, are you asking me out?"

Baekhyun hums and nods. I decide to tease him. "Well, that depends. It's a yes if we end up wearing the same thing tomorrow."

He is about to protest, but our teacher begins the lesson.

Day 5: Wednesday

Baekhyun is at a loss for words at far off figure moving closer.

"You look... you look good today," he immediately bombards the moment I walk up next to him. He crosses his arms over his white shirt clad chest and lets out the biggest pout on his lips.

I laugh as I sit down next to him. I was hoping my pink-gold-green Christmas sweater really was one of a kind as I thought it would be.

"I was testing a theory."

Baekhyun turns his face away from me, "of what?"

"Of how this sweater is one of a kind."

"Well it is... and ugly."

I burst out laughing, "woah, woah, woah, woah, and here I was thinking you wanted to go on a date with me."

Baekhyun whips his head back with his jaw slacked. I wait for him to speak, but he says nothing.

"There is no way you could've matched this. And if you did, I would'nt've said yes. I could never be with someone with such horrible sense of fashion."

Baekhyun annoyingly tries to hold back a smile. "So is that a yes to the date?"

"Duh."

Day 6: Friday

I point a Baekhyun who smirked in a leather jacket, and laughed. "We're matching again!"

He tilts his head to side, as if to flip his hair. 

I walk over to him and adjust my red dress as I get into his car. He starts the engine and turns over to me. "I may have cheated."

I knit my brows, "what?"

Baekhyun clears his throat, "I may have asked Chanyeol what you were wearing."

I gasp min realization, "That's why he was so intereste-- wait, how are you friends with him?"

"That's not important, what's important is, you have to steal 20 bucks from him next time you're together."

"You paid him twenty dollars?" I laugh. "What a loser."

"YA!" Baekhyun shouts then melts into a bashful smile, "I wanted to be cute."

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Want to feel really old? Oh, go on then. Duran Duran turn 40 this year: the band, that is, not the members. For them it’s worse: Simon Le Bon is 61, John and Roger Taylor, each 59, and Nick Rhodes, the baby, 57.

As you would expect of a pop group who always appeared happiest hanging off a yacht in ruffled Antony Price suits, accessorised with a supermodel and a cocktail, they intend to celebrate in style, coronavirus permitting. So the plan, announced this week, is that on July 12, exactly 40 years since their first gig at the Rum Runner in Birmingham, they will perform in Hyde Park, headlining a bill that includes Nile Rodgers & Chic and their pal Gwen Stefani. Four of the original five will be there: the guitarist Andy Taylor, 59, left the band in 1985 and, after rejoining in 2001, walked out again five years later. In the past, the guitarist Warren Cuccurullo has filled in; this time Graham Coxon from Blur will take his place.

Then in autumn Duran Duran are releasing a new album, their 15th, which they are halfway through making.

Growing up in the West Midlands, I was a Duranie; my first gig was theirs at the NEC in Birmingham. To give an idea of the level of devotion, I had house plants named after each of them. John, his initials “JT” written on the pot in nail varnish, was a begonia; Rhodes, a busy lizzie; Le Bon, a rubber plant; Roger and Andy Taylor were cacti. My memory, foggy on so much, still holds the name of Nick Rhodes’s cat at the time (Sebastian). The household appliance “JT” would choose to be? “A refrigerator, so I would stay cool.”

But despite previous opportunities, I’ve avoided them bar an awkward backstage handshake with Le Bon. In the meantime, they have notched up record sales of 100 million, had 21 Top 20 hits in the UK and, unlike many bands who came to fame in the 1980s, they produce different, exciting, if not always lauded albums, working with new producers and musicians. They’ve had top five albums in each of the four decades they’ve worked. Their last album, Paper Gods (2015), produced by Mark Ronson and Rodgers, was their most successful for 25 years.

Now 46 and with no desire to anthropomorphise greenery, I meet Rhodes, the keyboardist, and John Taylor, the bass player, once described as having the squarest jaw in rock. Rhodes suggests his “local”, Blakes hotel in Chelsea, near the home he shares with his Sicilian girlfriend, Nefer Suvio (he and Julie Anne Friedman divorced in 1992; they have one child together, Tatjana). Taylor, just in from Los Angeles, home to his second wife, Gela Nash, who runs the fashion label Juicy Couture, invites me to his flat in Pimlico. Le Bon, still happily married to the supermodel Yasmin Le Bon with three grown-up daughters, is busy in the studio and Roger Taylor, four children and with second wife Gisella Bernales, is otherwise occupied.

Rhodes, who joins me in the bar at Blakes, has the same peroxide mop and alabaster skin that were always his trademark. He wears black trousers by the English designer Neil Barrett and a Savile Row jacket dressed down with a rock T-shirt from the Los Angeles company Punk Masters.

Four days later, I arrive at Taylor’s flat in a garden square where he greets me at the door dressed in black jeans and T-shirt, with sculpted bed-hair. I’m reminded of the time my brother splashed Sun-In on his to emulate Taylor’s bleached New Romantic fringe.

It’s good to have them back. They started on the new album in September at Flood Studios in Willesden, northwest London, and, as well as Coxon, have been working with three producers: Giorgio Moroder, Ronson and the DJ Erol Alkan. “The whole place is filled with analogue synthesizers, so it’s just joy for me,” says Rhodes, who began life as Nicholas Bates but renamed himself after a make of electronic keyboard.

Rhodes met Moroder — the “godfather of electronica” and the man behind Donna Summer’s I Feel Love — through a mutual friend of his girlfriend. “We talked about music and what had happened to us,” Rhodes says. “He is as sharp as a razor, 79 going on 45.” They worked with Ronson, who has produced Amy Winehouse and Adele, in LA. “The first thing Mark always says is, ‘Let me hear the rest of it,’” Rhodes says with a laugh. “He is quite competitive.”

Taylor, who leads me into a room that’s more gentlemen’s club than rock-star pad with an open fire, armchairs, brown furniture and bad Victorian paintings, says the break of five years has refuelled them. “We have to starve ourselves of creativity long enough that when we do show up we have something to say,” he says. “[The studio sessions] are quite exhausting because we have been down this road. We can finish each other’s sentences and I guess, to some extent, we can do that musically as well. We are working with the same cast; it’s like a soap opera. That’s why collaborators become so important as you need to keep the spirit lively.”

Rhodes, who says the new album is more “handmade” and “guitary”, explains the working dynamics: “John and Roger’s rhythm section often drives a track. Simon, the lyricist, gives all the songs our identity; it’s his voice that tells you it’s Duran Duran. My part has more to do with sonic architecture.” That may be the most Nick Rhodes phrase yet.

We move on to Andy Taylor. “Forty years ago we had Andy in the band and he was a strong flavour and a northerner and brought a rigour,” says John Taylor. “Filling that vacuum has always been one of the major challenges of version two of the band; we did it with Warren Cuccurullo and with Graham on this record. But it’s not the same. Andy didn’t mind telling people what they were doing wrong.”

He pauses. “We had a reunion with Andy [in 2001] and that was enormously difficult, actually.” How so? “That’s a book really,” says Taylor, who has written about the saga, along with his struggle with drink and drugs, in his excellent 2012 memoir In the Pleasure Groove. “Or it’s a mini-series.”

“It was very uncomfortable for us,” Rhodes says of Andy leaving in 1985. “For sure, it had become stressful over the previous year — we were all burnt out from not having stopped for five years — but we didn’t see it coming at all.”

What are relations with Andy like now? “I don’t really have any,” says Rhodes. “I haven’t seen him for many years since he left the last time. I was not even slightly surprised when it did fall apart. I was relieved. As much as Andy is a great musician he is not an easy person to play with.”

I mention to Taylor that Andy has just announced his own UK dates in May, playing Duran songs. “Uh-ha,” he says. He didn’t know. Does he mind? “I don’t mind at all. All power to him,” says Taylor. “I would rather he be out playing.”

Taylor has the sanguine air of someone who has spent decades nuking his demons (he’s currently working on guilt; he had a Catholic mother). He has been sober for 26 years after an addiction which in part led to the break-up of his marriage to the TV presenter Amanda de Cadenet in 1997. Was it hard at first? “It was like turning round an ocean liner,” he says, his voice posh Brum with a California chaser. “I work a daily programme and that’s what keeps me sober. It’s not something that just happens; it takes a lot of attention.”

We move on to the themes of the new, as yet untitled, album. Le Bon lost his mother recently, so we can expect songs inspired by loss. Taylor says he took inspiration from “the challenges of long-term relationships . . . Take a song like Save a Prayer, which personally I think is one of the greatest ever songs in praise of the one-night stand,” he says. “It comes to the point where you can’t write something like that. It’s not age-appropriate; yet it is sexy. So how do you write from the perspective of someone who is trying to keep a long-term relationship together? That is the challenge of any late-age pop star. How do you make it chic, to use one of Nick’s favourite words.”

It is hard to forget how impossibly chic Duran were in the 1980s: from their beginnings in Birmingham (Nick and John, anyway), where they met when Rhodes was 10 and Taylor 12, to a world of famous friends, beautiful partners and exotic travel. Le Bon married Yasmin after seeing her in Vogue, Rhodes was with the shipping heiress Friedman and Taylor the teenage de Cadenet. Andy Warhol was a close friend of Rhodes.

While others were singing about the dark side of Thatcher’s Britain, they were . . . more opaque. “In the 1980s a lot of what we did was somewhat misunderstood because we were living in the same gloomy years with high unemployment and miners’ strikes and civil unrest as everybody else,” Rhodes says. “But our answer to it was we have to get away from this and make it a little brighter because it didn’t seem like a particularly promising future.” Don’t expect that coronavirus torch song any time soon.

Their association with Bond — they wrote the 1985 theme A View to a Kill — only added to the glamour. What do they make of the new one by Billie Eilish? Rhodes admits that he mostly listens to classical music these days but “was thrilled to hear Billie Eilish. I think it’s by far the best Bond song since ours.”

But not better than yours?

“I am very happy that she reached No 1.” Duran’s got to No 2.

Taylor is more critical. “I thought it was lacking in a bit of Billie Eilish to be honest. It could have been madder. It was a little bit too grown up,” he says.

Is it as good as A View to a Kill?

“No!” says Taylor, theatrically. “Although,” he admits, “it was the most difficult three mins that we have ever produced.”

It had a great video, in which the boys slunk around the Eiffel Tower. Taylor frowns. “I hate that video. So stupid. I can’t watch it.” One for the fans, then.

A secret of their longevity, Rhodes says, is not bowing to nostalgia. “I like to keep my blinkers on and look forward.” Having said that, he sounds ready to write his own memoir. “I would do a book yes,” he says. “I haven’t read John’s on purpose. I even wrote a foreword for it for the US version without reading it, but I did own up to it. I think mine would be very different from a lot of the rock biographies. The one that sticks with me is David Niven’s.”

Rhodes featured in Warhol’s diaries and Warhol, the subject of a show at Tate Modern in London that opened this week, would surely feature in his. He “invented the 20th century”, Rhodes says. “Andy was making reality TV in the Sixties. Can you imagine what he would have thought about the internet? It was all his dreams come true, but he would never have got any work done.” Rhodes says he stays off social media for that reason. “It’s not that I don’t like it; I fear it. I am going down a rabbit hole I may never get out of.

They’ve spent twice the time being famous as being unknown. Are they the same people they were in Birmingham 40 years ago?

Rhodes nods. “Yes, yes,” he says. “There have been big changes — marriages, divorces, kids, moving countries in John’s case — but when we are all together we have known each other for so long there is no room for anyone to behave in a way that would be unacceptable. There is no room for divas. We have lasted longer than most marriages; it is like being married to three people but we each get to go home on our own every night.”

Taylor tells me: “Without getting into recovery talk, a lot of that is about scrubbing away the masks that you tend to accrue to cope, so I think I am as close to that person as I was 40 years ago.”

Rhodes says tolerance is the key. “Sometimes when I arrive at the studio it is really bright, maybe someone is writing, and so everyone accepts I can’t cope, and so the lighting comes down.” I tell him I once read he always wears dark glasses before noon. He laughs. “Pretty much. That’s funny. I am hyper-sensitive to light. It’s not just pretentiousness. “

They appreciate they will have to prepare physically for the dates. For Rhodes, a terrible insomniac, that means “fruit and vegetables and grains” and lots of walking. But no workouts (“I am not a big fan of gymnasiums”). Taylor says he needs to start practising bass and the need to get back in shape is “keeping him awake at night”. “I like to run, I do Pilates, I do yoga and I think about everything that enters my mouth, everything. I am 90 per cent vegan. I don’t drink, take mind-altering chemicals. I am on and off sugar.”

Perhaps the greatest sign that they still have it is that their children want to see them play. Taylor just heard from his daughter, Atlanta, who lives in New York and is soon to be married to David Macklovitch from the Canadian band Chromeo.

“It’s a surprise when you get a text from a child and they say, ‘You’re playing Hyde Park — my boyfriend and I want to come.’”

[rctribvtns]

 ok  so,  i’ve  never  done  one  of  these  before  so  bear  with  me.  under  the  cut  are  a  few  wanted  connections  i’ve  come  up  with,  as  well  as  the  connections  that  nova’s  already  filled  for  other  muses  so  i  can  keep  track  of  them.

  PSA.   they’re  first  come  first  serve  (  and  i’ll  try  to  keep  it  updated  )  so  if  you  like  it  then  you  shoulda  put  a  ring  on  it  !!   also  if  none  of  these  tickle  your  fancy,  i’m  100%  on  board  to  brainstorm  a  few  different  ideas.  

PLATONIC.

(  the  “ twin  sister ”  )  :  see  wanted  connection  on  the  main.  [0/1]

(  the  ‘  bad  dads  club ’  connection  )  :  this  character  is  also  a  resident  of  hades  cabin.   they  both  have  some  abandonment  issues  when  it  comes  to  dads  and  over  time  they  became  confidantes.  they’re  not  the  kind  of  people  who’d  come  right  and  say  hey  i’ve  got  your  back,  but  if  someone  was  messing  with  the  other  they’d  step  up  and  square  up.  [  1/1  taken  by  tam. ]

(  the  '  best  friends ’  )  :   inspiration:  the  golden  trio.    muse  a  is  someone  nova  clicked  with  almost  instantly  upon  arriving  at  camp  half-blood.  preferably  this  person  would  have  been  in  hermes  cabin  approx.  5  years  ago.  whether  they  were  the  claimed  child  of  a  god  with  no  cabin,  or  an  unclaimed  half-blood,  they  bonded  over  shared  interests  and  compatible  personalities.   when  nova  wants  to  get  into  a  little  trouble,  or  do  something  stupid,  this  person  isn’t  far  behind.   muse  b  is  someone  they  initially  clashed  with  —  maybe  over  their  differences,  or  something  petty  like  cutting  their  favorite  shirt  with  a  blade  during  weapons  training.   whatever  the  reason,  it  was  petty,  and  they  remained  at  odds  with  each  other  until  they  all  went  on  a  quest  together.   this  bonded  them  all  instantly  and  they’ve  been  near-inseparable  ever  since.   this  person  also   tries  to  be  the  logical  one  and  keep  muse  a  and  nova  from  running  their  lives  into  the  ground.  [ 1/2  muse  b  taken  by  zach. ]

(  the  ‘  tentative  friends ’  )  :  when  they  first  met,  they  did  not  get  along.  he  was  very  angry,  finding  it  unfair  that  he  was  shoved  into  hermes  cabin  without  a  place  he  really  belonged,  and  they  argued  about  this.   in  fact,  they  argued  a  lot.   so  much  so  that  it  eventually  culminated  in  a  big  fight  where  he  got  his  ass  handed  to  him.  ever  since,  he’s  pulled  his  head  out  of  his  ass  a  little  and  they’ve  become  tentative  friends.   there’s  mutual  respect  there,  though  it’s  unclear  what  else,  and  their  friendship  is  probably  best  described  as  friends  adjacent.   that  all  might  change  though  if  she  goes  through  with  their  dare  from  her  cabin  mates  to  make  him  fall  for  her.   [  filling  lily’s  wanted  connection.  ]

(  the  ‘  tour  guide ’  )  :   when  he  arrived  at  camp  half-blood,  he  had  quite  the  chip  on  his  shoulder.  he  was  on  the  outs  with  his  family,  recently  claimed,  and  feeling  the  sting  of  rejection  to  find  out  that  hades  kids  were  lumped  into  the  other  cabin.   he  was  probably  a  brat  at  first,  kind  of  impossible  to  be  around,  but  this  person  somehow  looked  past  it  and  helped  him  adjust  to  life  at  camp  which  he  did  appreciate  —  even  if  he  sucked  at  showing  it.  [0/1]

(  the  ‘  competitive  friends ’  )  :  nova  has  filled  this  connection  for  jesse. competitive  friends .   they’re  rivals ,  in  every  sense  of  the  word .  equal  in  fighting  prowess  and  in  shit - talking  abilities ,  the  only  place  they  can  seem  to  get  some  really  good  competition  is  in  the  other .  as  a  result ,  they  spend  a  lot  of  time  going  head  to  head  in  the  arena  or  debating  over  something  stupid  in  the  mess  hall  at  dinner .  neither  of  them  hate  each  other ,  though  it  might  look  like  that  sometimes .

(  the  ‘  sparring  partner  ’  )  :   nova  has  filled  this  connection  for  finn.   finn   isn’t   the   best   at   fighting   hand - to - hand   combat   ,   but   they’re   partners   during   practices   !   maybe   they   teach   him   a  bit   of    what   they   know   and   he   returns   the   favor   somehow   . 

(  the  '  salt  bae ’  )  :   these  two  gravitate  towards  each  other  when  they  want  to  be  shady,  or  pessimistic,  and  aren’t  looking  to  hear  empty  platitudes  to  try  and  make  them  feel  better.  they’re  both  a  little  emo,  jaded  about  the  world  around  them,  and  there’s  a  quiet  kind  of  kinship  shared  between  them  as  a  result.  [  1/1  taken  by  autumn.  ]

(  the  ‘  slow  burn  friend ’  )  :   this  character  was  also  in  hermes  cabin.  they  bonded  over  mutual  annoyances  at  being  grouped  in  with  the  others,  among  other  things.  stargazing  on  the  roof  of  their  cabin  was  something  they  shared  together,  and  continued  to  even  after  they  were  claimed  and  nova  remained  in  the  hermes  cabin.  over  time  they  became  friends,  though  nova  couldn’t  point  to  one  specific  moment  to  identify  when  it  actually  happened.   [ 1/1  taken  by  min. ]

ROMANTIC.

(  the  ‘  will  they  /  won’t  they ’  )  :   for  two  years,  nova  and  this  person  danced  around  each  other.  maybe  they  went  out  once  or  twice,  or  maybe  they  just  talked  about  doing  it  and  it  never  happened,  but  it  was  probably  well  known  that  these  two  had  a  thing  for  each  other  and  it  just  never  panned  out.  [0/1]

(  the  ‘  unlikely  crush ’  )  :   on  paper,  these  two  people  have  nothing  in  common.   this  other  muse  is  a  kind  person,  the  kind  of  person  who  you’d  think  would  get  under  nova’s  skin  and  irritate  him  with  their  goodness,  but  instead  he  started  to  crush  on  them.   in  turn,  it  probably  made  him  more  of  a  jerk  towards  them.   whether  they’re  on  good  terms  or  not  now  is  undetermined.  [  2/2  taken  by  avalon  and  fernanda.  ]

(  the  ‘  first  kiss ���  )  :    they  meet  at  a  carnival.  his  mother’s  working  her  stand  and  he  decides  to  play  hooky  for  the  day.   he  meets  this  other  muse,  they  spend  the  day  together,  and  sparks  fly.   on  the  ferris  wheel,  at  the  end  of  a  day  well-spent,  they  kiss.   it’s  his  very  first  and  it’s  kind  of  a  perfect  one.  they  exchange  numbers  but  he  accidentally  washes  it  off  his  hand.   he  hopes  to  see  her  again,  to  make  contact,  but  the  carnival  picks  up  and  moves  the  next  day  and  they  never  see  each  other  again.   until  now.   [ 1/1  taken  by  harper. ]

(  the  ‘  exploited  crush ’  )  :   this  muse  is  someone  that  nova  realized,  pretty  early  on,  had  a  crush  on  him.  they  weren’t  very  subtle  but  they  sure  thought  they  were.  the  other  muse  never  made  a  move  —  and  nova,  admittedly,  wasn’t  really  interested  —  but  he  never  said  anything  because  he  liked  the  attention.   maybe  your  muse  has  finally  worked  up  the  courage  to  say  something,  or  has  started  to  pick  up  on  signs  that  he  knows.   [0/1]

(  the  ‘  hook-ups  ’  )  :  this  one  goes  without  explanation.  brief  flings,  no  real  commitments,  just  teen  hearts  beating  faster,  faster.  we  can  flesh  out  whether  it  was  a  one-time  thing,  or  a  friends  with  benefits  situation,  but  real  feelings  were  never  factored  into  the  equation.  [ 1/5  taken  by  delia.  ]

(  the  ‘  unrequited  crushee  ’  )  :  nova  has  filled  this  connection  for  abel. unrequited  crush  a .   abel  is  absolutely  obsessed  with  them ,  but  they  barely  know  he  exists .  he  isn’t  even  a  blip  on  their  radar ,  despite  the  fact  that  he  goes  out  of  his  way  to  be  where  they  are  most  of  the  time . 

ADVERSARIAL

(  the  ‘  mess  of  an  ex  ’  )  :  this  muse  isn’t  necessarily  a  mess,  but  their  relationship  definitely  was.  it  was  nova’s  first  and  only  serious  relationship  and  it  didn’t  go  well.  he  was  allergic  to  commitment,  constantly  throwing  himself  in  quickly  and  then  getting  cold  feet  and  being  wishy  washy  about  where  they  stood,  which  led  to  the  inevitable  dissolution  of  the  relationship.   this  muse  wasn’t  very  patient  with  him,  irritated  by  his  behavior,  and  when  they  split  it  was  very  ugly.   we’re  talking  screaming  at  each  other  out  by  the  lake,  a  capsized  canoe,  and  probably  people  taking  bets  on  which  one  of  them  was  going  to  make  it  back  alive.  there’s  love  there,  there  always  was,  but  their  problems  outweighed  any  of  the  good  times.  [ 1/1  taken  by  dromeda. ]

(  the  ‘  anything  you  can  do,  i  can  do  better ’  )  :   these  two  muses  have  been  at  each  other’s  throats  for  years.  instead  of  just  being  competitive,  challenging  each  other  to  be  better,  they’ve  made  it  their  personal  goals  to  best  the  other  person.   possibly  to  their  own  detriment,  or  sanity.   why  they  hate  each  other  doesn’t  even  matter  at  this  point,  bonus  points  if  they  can’t  even  remember,  but  the  petty  rivalry  runs  rampant  and  they  argue  and  compete  over  everything.   literally  everything,  big  or  small.  [ 1/1 taken  by  brooklyn. ]

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Forgive Me: Chapter One

Min yoongi x Reader x Hoseok ( Yoongi is end game)

Co-worker AU, enemies to lovers, eventual smut 

Summary: After being left high and dry by the boy of her dreams and ex best friend, (y/n) goes on to get a well of job and a decent apartment. Just as she starts settling to her new life a familiar person comes back.

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic that I have posted so the grammar might be off. Inspired by  “Forgive Me” by Bmike 

Strolling down the white hall way you hear the click of your heels, the only sound other than your pounding heart.You had just uprooted your life from your cozy home in (y/h/t) to the bustling streets of Korea. To say that this was an impulsive decision was an understatement in fact the fact that you didn’t add much thought to it was starting to get to you. Now, It is not like you came here without a game plan, you did you really did, you saved up unknowingly for this all while renting out a decent apartment in a pretty safe district and setting up multiple job interviews. The first few job interviews fell through and while it was a damper on your mood it was actually a blessing in disguise because while leaving another failed interview you ran into a slightly chubby older man who noticed you and right away offered you a job. You’re not stupid, you’ve seen enough documentaries to know that this could be an obvious human trafficing trap. After deciding to throw caution to the wind though you learned that this man was legit and he wants to offer you a job as an assistant to a boy band called BTS. You’ve heard of them but never really took the time out of your day to actually listen to them or get to know them.You just know that they are the biggest group in the world and you would be running around tending to their every need. However, you don’t mind having to play babysitter to a bunch of boys cause you know that that check is going to make up for all of it you were offered a pretty penny for taking care of these boys. So with that in mind, you forced yourself up at 4 am which was actually an achievement considering you’re not yet adjusted to the time difference in Korea and dawned to most professional outfits you could put together and made your way down to your new job.

So here you are now standing outside of a dance room listening to the sound of upbeat music and gathering the courage to go in. ‘ Come on Y/N you can’t chicken out now’ you think to yourself as the music stops and you figure now is the right time to go in. Turning the knob you step into to the room where the boys were and were immediately met with 7 pairs of eyes boring into you wondering who the fuck is this girl and why is she in this room. 

“Um...hi my name is Y/N...i’m your new assistant” you say as you shuffle awkwardly under their stares and suddenly feeling overdressed with them being in comfy clothes and you looking like you belong in a corporate building.

One of them steps towards you. He’s wearing a blue shirt with white designs and khaki shorts. It's definitely something that you can’t pull off but he makes it work. A part of you wants to cower due to the man's stature and the way his face looks at you like he’s trying to remember something. Suddenly his face breaks into a welcoming smile. “ Ah yes, I was told that you would be arriving tomorrow though?” 

Shit had you actually gotten your first day wrong and wait did he just speak in english? You were prepared to hear korean given that you were in Korea and knew the language you just can’t speak it. Quick think of an answer to not make you look stupid.“Well, you see I was just so excited to start that I came a day early.” you did your best to hide the embarrassment and try to seem cool. He looked at you with question and laughed “ is that so? Well then let me introduce you to the group”  

First, he leads you to a boy in an oversized blue shirt. He looks young with big doe eyes and messy hair from dancing framing his face. The one who introduced you nudged him a little as he stared at you. “ Oh! I’m Jungkook...but you can call me Kookie.” He says with a blush. An older man comes over on a matching jumpsuit with a white stripe on it. ‘ My god this man is handsome like no way someone this good looking should exist.’ “ I’m Jin” As he pats the younger boy on the shoulder and giggles. “Sorry Kookie hasn’t been around girls that much you're probably the first one he’s seen in a minute.” He laughs when the younger one glares at him.

Next, 3 others move toward you, you learn the names of Hoseok , who likes to go by Hobi, Taehyung who as waaaaaaay to deep a voice, And Jimin to whom you figured out is definitely a flirt. All these men were so good looking you’d think you found yourself in a harem or one of those stories you’ve read on tumblr. You suddenly remember that there were actually 7 of them and that you’ve only met 6. Where was the last one? You turn around to see him hiding in the corner trying his best to blend into the wall which was hard to do with that striped shirt. 

“ Don’t be rude, come introduce yourself.” You heard the one known as Namjoon speak out and he shakily starts to walk towards you and you start to realize why he was trying to hide. You felt long lost anger start to creep in. He looks way different now but you instantly knew him, how could you not recognize the man that broke your heart all those years ago. 

Min Fucking Yoongi       

[dimples-of-discontent]

Thoughts on “Destiel is Real.”

So, I’ve been relatively scarce of late (except for when I went bonkers with reblogging deadly Cockles content...which I think I blacked out from b/c it was like being waaayyyy too high and it’s all their fault) because, if y’all don’t know, I have stage 4 breast cancer and am in chemo. I’m tolerating it really well but it takes a surprising amount of time, actually, especially since I’m still working 80% time and also living alone so doing house stuff etc. 

This is all to say that I’m weighing in on things belatedly a lot. Like, I do still want to analyze the Cockles JIB panel as a whole b/c, oh my, was there a lot there. But today I will settle for this piece of it. I apologize if this is reduplicating what smart folks said elsewhere right when it happened. I was also off Twitter to avoid having it bring me down so I might just be really unaware. But as soon as this moment happened I was like, “oh man we’re gonna argue about this for like 84 years.” So here’s my small contribution on what this reminded me of.

To me, listening to Jensen and watching him engage the crowd, inspired a lot of anxiety b/c it did definitely seem like he was pissed off. I just couldn’t tell with what or who, especially given firsthand context from some folks in the room like @bluestar86​ who wrote this account: https://twitter.com/bluestar861/status/1130255687290937344?s=21 about the general positivity Jensen and Misha had shown earlier (which is why Misha mentioned the shirt) and how the energy in the room was almost entirely positive. I totally believe that. But it didn’t reconcile easily with what I felt I saw from Jensen.

Until I remembered SDCC 2011. The one where Misha had been fired and all of them knew but none of the fans do. I wrote a long meta on that panel that I’m actually super happy with so maybe check it out? Anyway, this is how I described some of the dynamics:

The way everyone is sitting at this table isolates Sera and the body language from Jared and Jensen is openly hostile. Jensen especially pushes himself as far away as possible, defensively crosses his arms, leans away, doesn’t make any eye contact. Jared is also pissed and is functionally shielding Misha with his body while he does the first Cas question. Both of them are very protective and Jensen is more than a little hostile. They also both keep egging the audience on in their love for Cas/Misha, as when Jensen shouts “YEAH!” in affirmation of audience shrieks about the character. They want to show Sera what a piss poor decision it was to take Misha away from the fans…and from them. Whatever else you see happening these are some amazing friends.  

So, we had a remarkably angry Jensen at this panel and he was angry specifically because the network had made what he considered--both professionally and personally--to be a fucking terrible decision. But he couldn’t say that. He’s got NDAs and stuff to worry about. So instead he settled, among other things, from egging the audience on to show how much they loved and wanted more Castiel. 

Now I’m not saying the correlation is 1-1 with Destiel. But I am suggesting a thought experiment where something similar could be going on. And by “something similar” I mean “Jensen has inside knowledge about a thing the network has decided that he thinks is fucking stupid and that will hurt the fandom.” Like, oh for example, they’re not moving Destiel out of the subtext.

Additional fuel for this fire. Many have speculated that it’s network president Mark Pedowitz who’s the blocker. Jensen, earlier in the panel, asks the audience to applaud Pedowitz. That’s weird and he’s never done it before. True, Jared was talking about how Pedowitz says that they set examples for other shows and that Pedowitz is complimenting them on it so it was at least that in part. But Jensen is MASTERFUL at throwing shade while appearing to be doing the correct, professional thing. Witness his comments about Bob Singer and last year’s S13 finale. He’s done it with Eugenie and Sera too and probably others I don’t know about. Having the audience applaud Pedowitz if he knows something negative about Pedowitz--something the audience won’t like and that will actively hurt many of them--has a major bite of irony that I feel Jensen is perfectly capable of trying to engineer. (Or maybe there hasn’t been a final decision but he knows it doesn’t look good and why. Don’t lose hope! This is just speculation and a thought experiment.)

I’m going to put the JIB analysis under a cut, since it’s long and has lots of images. It ends with “The most similar behavior I saw was Jensen angrily getting the audience to cheer for something, even doing the same hand-raising gesture. In 2011 it was Castiel (”Go on! Show Sera how much you love the character she killled!”) and this time it was Destiel (”Go on! Show the network how much you love the ship they won’t textualize!”). That’s what made me think, initially, that he may know something about plans for Destiel that a) makes him mad, b) that he considers a bad decision by the network, c) that he thinks that audience will be hurt by.”

Anyway,

If you watch the JIB panel (starting about 12 mins in) you see, first, that Jensen wants Misha not to bring it up. He raises his hand at Misha which I first thought was him being like “shhhhhh don’t bring that up!” but which on repeat viewing I think was him actually just trying to get Misha to shut up so he could literally try to understand what she was saying. Once the audience reacts to Misha’s comment these are their faces:

Jared is absolutely looking at Misha like, “dude, why did you have to go and do that? You just threw a live grenade onstage.” Jensen is hamming it up gesturing at the audience to scream louder. 

Jared changes his face to “well, when you’re right, you’re right! What are you gonna do.”

Here’s Jensen. He’s looking grumpy. Now, is it fake grumpy, a recognized and favored persona that he has. Or is it actually grumpy? Or is it both”

I think it’s both. But I also think he looks sad. And concerned. Like, on behalf of the audience not for him. Now you can say I’m projecting if you want--this is all total rampant speculation--but look at his eyes. I think he’s upset that he has to talk about this at all (since he knows a little about the fandom conflict it sets off) but there’s something else. 

He pauses for a good, long time looking at the audience responding. And according to Saz and others the response was HUGELY POSITIVE! So why does he then announce into the mic with a grumpy fake laugh and what I honestly have to call sarcasm, “Destiel is real!” 

Note that Misha is not worried by this. If Jensen were actually legitimately furious I think Misha would look a little worried. But instead he looks amused and curious about where this is going.

This is Jensen asking “Is it?” for the first time. He looks intentionally confused - that’s the bit he’s doing. 

Here’s Jensen after the audience starts to audibly yell “Nooooo!!” His face says “WHAAAAAAT!?”

People then yell “yes” to drown them out and he asks, “Where?”

Second “where?”. Maybe he’s trying to get them to say “subtext” - a word the cast has great familiarity with and which was used in “Fan Fiction” and which they can joke around a lot about. That’s my guess. Maybe he has a subtext joke set up he wants to do with Misha. (Remember his tweet to Misha during “Fan Fiction: “you keep your subtext to yourself. I’m not that kind of girl. Wait...”)

They don’t - at least not clearly. Someone in the front row says, “Nowhere.” Misha says, “Help” (after mouthing something at someone in the audience that is probably “I’m sorry about this.” Jensen checks on Misha BUT disregards the fact that he’s looking over at the question-asker (who didn’t even ASK a Destiel question, just wear a shirt she liked) and asks “Where?” AGAIN.

Misha then takes things in hand and reaches out to tell Jensen, “don’t get into a fight with these people.” Jared is making a “Yikes!” face at the person in the first row who is continually yelling “Nowhere!”. 

Jensen does sit down, but he’s mad. He’s really tense and it takes him a while to shake it off. 

Who’s he tense with? The most obvious answer is the audience but let’s consider a couple things. 1) The audience was giving a mixed answer, including and sometimes more loudly the “Nowhere!” that you would think Jensen would want to hear IF he were angry/tense about the “Destiel is real” shirt or the audience’s support of it. 2) He was demanding consensus and an answer to where it was real EITHER to have them say “nowhere”--which they did so why not just stop?--OR to get them to say something like “subtext” to lead them into either a question or a bit about it.

So why keep pushing? Hoping to change the answer? Hoping to find consensus? Or maybe just hoping to get them to make a lot of noise about it for a long time (at which he succeeded). Now, Jensen is famously inconsistent about Destiel and also famously different onstage, especially for J2 audiences...though this, the most Holy Gay panel of all the panels, isn’t a place he’d shy away from, e.g. “What would Dean and Cas do on a trip to Rome? Everything I think of right now is inappropriate.” 

Which brings us back to “who’s he tense with”? Could it be only part of the audience? Which part? The part yelling “nowhere” or the part yelling whatever positive things they were yelling? I’m going to hypothesize, based on a LOT of other stuff that I’ve written about, that he’s annoyed with the negative folks spoiling it for everyone with their “nowheres” and is trying to get the positive folks to drown them out and give him a good answer he can run with. 

The fact that nothing coherent emerges is actually what gets him annoyed. And, by extension, the volume and persistence of that small part of the audience, which lets people like Pedowitz shoot down the idea of textual Destiel as something the viewers “don’t want,” annoys the living shit out of him because he sees the viewers all the time and knows that a majority of them either are ok with or actively want textual Destiel.  I imagine him thinking something along the lines of, “Why can’t these nice people just have what they want? It’s b/c of assholes like you.”

He definitely lets his emotions get the better of him. He was already not in the best place, thanks to circumstances I hope to write about later but which boil down to having his special panel with Misha (that he was visibly psyched for from the moment he got onstage, “I always have so much fun with you!”) taken away because he got some awkward wood from being choked and straddled. So with that grumpiness he was primed not to make the best decisions. He gets aggressive and confrontational when he’s pissed, which is a thing I don’t love about him, even though it’s very easy to see why, and maybe this was just his battleground of choice. 

To get back to the thought experiment about whether this is like SDCC 2011, though, I think it could be. I think it’s far more complex, given all the discourse surrounding Destiel and Jensen’s own sexuality. (Here’s a post I wrote in response to a question about Jensen and Destiel and bi!Dean that asked whether I thought he experienced them as about himself and Misha.) It’s tough, b/c each piece of evidence could go both ways (ha). Either mentioning Pedowitz for applause is excellent shade or total sincerity. Either Jensen is mad at the pro-Destiel audience and trying to get them to admit that they’re wrong, or he’s mad at the antis and trying to get them drowned out. 

The most similar behavior I saw was Jensen angrily getting the audience to cheer for something, even doing the same hand-raising gesture. In 2011 it was Castiel (”Go on! Show Sera how much you love the character she killled!”) and this time it was Destiel (”Go on! Show the network how much you love the ship they won’t textualize!”). That’s what made me think, initially, that he may know something about plans for Destiel that a) makes him mad, b) that he considers a bad decision by the network, c) that he thinks that audience will be hurt by.

Given his shift in attitude overall and the mood of the room as described by attendees, it seems plausible to me that his engagement was a performance, using the audience, of what it is the viewers ACTUALLY want. But it could also just have been a grouchy Jensen taking it out on an old, familiar punching bag - the topic he never wants to discuss onstage - Destiel.

[chaneltae]

Mångata pt.1 | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x reader Genre: College!AU, fluff Warnings: none Words: 2,8k Part: 1

↳ When faced with his final art project for college Taehyung considers himself royally fucked if it weren’t for class mate Yoongi to come up with a rescuing idea. Struggling herself, Y/N can’t help but accept to work together with the just introduced strawberry enthusiast. And it’s just for this one assignment anyway, what could possibly go wrong? ⋆ aka your local broke college students + strangers to lovers trope

“Okay, that’s it. I quit.” Taehyung groans into his hands, covering his face. All this time he knew exactly how important this moment is going to be, but he never expected to be so utterly confused and helpless once he was confronted with it. The final project. The last piece of art to determine his grade, his degree. If he even gets one. At this point right now, he feels like rather giving up than spending another six months trying to figure out a final… something to present at the grand exhibition. Ten minutes ago, he was motivated, ready to tackle this last mission, excited to pack out whatever medium required and start working on his most important piece so far. But that already seems to have been an eternity ago, his mind long gone into the depths of a feeling equivalent to watching paint dry. Glancing around the lecture hall it seems he isn’t the only one questioning the choice of his major at this given moment. As if anyone had a realistic chance of actually escaping this. The topic couldn’t have been worse. Human. What’s that supposed to mean? 

“Human? What’s that supposed to mean?” Next to him a disheveled mop of hair lets out a snorting giggle. A weird sound Taehyung notes, as if it’s supposed to sound unbothered but it sounds more like anxiety laughing. “Whatever it is, our professor definitely is not.” The raspy voice states, clearly not having it. “She really wants us to suffer, huh? Even forcing us to work together with a person… a human.” another undefined sound of displeasure leaving his lips. “I would say it couldn’t get worse, but we have complete freedom regarding nearly everything and there is honestly nothing more constricting than freedom in this situation.” A sharp voice cuts them off of any further conversation. Faced to the blackboard the professor continues her monolog, scribbling down the time schedule everyone is expected to follow suit. The last number mentally already saved as funeral date in Taehyung’s head. “I repeat once again, the overall topic of your project is ‘Human’. Interpret that however you want, you have no restrictions in terms of media, but keep in mind the size of our gallery is limited, and so is your designated space in it.” A few grunts erupt around the boys’ seats, everyone knowing very well that calling the gallery limited is a huge understatement. As if anyone of them would come around with a giant truck loaded with massive pieces for the exhibition when they are still unable to even have the grasp of an idea. Even the sculptors wouldn’t. “Regarding the person we are supposed to work with. Any restrictions?” Taehyung hears his seat neighbor ask, eyes fixed to the front of the room. An evil smirk gracing his professor’s lips, he can almost feel everyone’s heart in the room dropping in to their pants. “Good question Mr. Min. Yes, there are restrictions. You are, of course, not allowed to work with anyone in your class. Your final project is supposed to reflect your own work and inspirations and not end up being a group project. You’re not particularly searching for a partner, I want you to take a person and add them as a human aspect to your work. Again, interpret that as you wish.” The silent grimaces of confusion paint the rows of students as the professor leaves with the promise of an email with more detailed information and a threatful reminder of the set schedule. With a sigh of defeat Taehyung turns his body towards the smaller man next to him “Hyung, what now?” Finally looking up, the other stares right into his eyes, dead serious “We’re fucked.”

 The door opens, the annoying bells chiming at the disturbance. Your cue to put on a smile and look like selling beverages to sleep deprived students at this ungodly hour is the one thing to bring you joy and mental strength. Despite the fact that you are anything but joyful at this given moment. You were just about to start your generic greeting when you spot ashy grey hair sticking out of a blue beanie, catlike eyes gazing through them in a warm hello. “Oh Yoongs, you’re early! How was class? Did I predict your topic right?” you wiggle your eyebrows in expectation, hands already working on the coffee machine as you grab his favorite mug. It was a production mistake, the city skyline somehow printed on the ceramic twice, leaving it unable to sell, so you kept it as your own. Even though it ended up being Yoongi’s favorite once he started to visit you between his classes and you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him that when he looked like a proud puppy holding it in his hands. You get an annoyed scuff as an answer as he peels himself out of his scarf and jacket “I wish. That would have been better.” Surprised you can’t hold back a slight chuckle, answering once the machine in front of you stopped loudly grinding coffee beans. “That would have been better? What could possibly be a topic worse than ‘Developing a prototype to translate text and speech to sign language with bilingual subtitles: a framework’?” “Developing a what?” a third voice suddenly stutters half laughing, obviously taken aback by your statement. Bewildered you turn around to take in the sight of another man standing in the café, one corner of his mouth rising slightly at your expression. Having him next to Yoongi is nearly amusing, while the older is dressed in ripped skinny jeans and his favorite Kendrick hoodie, muffled up in huge scarfs and beanies during the biting winter air (“no I’m not going to wear ‘unripped’ jeans, I’m not a monster”), the taller looks quite the opposite. A dark red flower shirt decorates his broad chest, tucked into wide-legged, black pants which hug his unnecessarily long legs, unfair, in a way that make it look like he is too expensive for clothes. His fluffy black hair frames an unreadable face on one side, while the other half is tucked behind his ear, barely long enough to stay there in place. “Oh Y/N, this is Taehyung. We’re both in arts class with Professor Power Point but he’s one of those motivated kiddos who chose a double major, consider yourself warned.” Yoongi mindlessly gestures his hand through the air, as if that would give the introduction more substance. “Taehyung, this is Y/N. The only reason I actually attend morning classes.” With that he plops down on the armchair, apparently done with his excellent characterization. Confused, Taehyung’s eyes skim from the older to you behind the counter, waiting for further annotation. “What he’s trying to say is that I’m his flat mate and have to drag him out of bed and provide him with free coffee when I’m on shift.” You laugh at his confused façade falling with realization as you turn your attention back to the roaring machine. “Well then double major Taehyung, who I have been warned of, what drink can I get you? Full offense, you don’t look like someone who would drink the same hell-brew like Yoongs does.” The last bit of awkwardness falling off of him Taehyung steps to the counter, taking a quick look at the menu only to end up pouting “Do you have anything with strawberries?” Cute.

A few minutes and tired customers later you join the two boys gathered around the tiny table in the rather hidden corner of the shop, Yoongi’s favorite spot to no one’s surprise. With a grin you place the pastel pink drink in front of a curious Taehyung “Here is your ‘Very Berry Gurt’, hope you like it.” Cautiously he wraps his lips around the straw, obviously suspicious, as you let yourself slouch down on a nearby chair “It used to be the favorite drink of our Yoongurt here.” “Yah, don’t call me that!” the small male retorts at your stupid nickname, swatting his hand in your direction with the weak attempt of hitting you. Bursting out in giggles you can’t stop yourself but continue “He was berry passionate about it, you know.” Yoongi groans out in annoyance, his head falling into his palms, wishing he could morph with the chair as a deep, breathy laughter fills the room. Pleased you take in the sight of Taehyung’s boxy grin as he tries his best not to choke on said drink. “Since when did you plan to set up this joke?” the grey-haired asks while gently hitting the youngers back, judging look on his face. Shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly you sip at your own drink “The second I saw the name.” “How come I never met you before Y/N? Even though I have the feeling I saw you around somewhere.” Taehyung asks once he is able to breath properly again, carefully placing his drink back on the table. Keeping a safe distance in regards of his own health. “My classes are practically on the other end of campus if you are at the arts building, so I’m sure we never ran in to each other there.” You try to think of a possible scenario but nothing comes to mind, knowing for sure Yoongi most definitely didn’t invite him over to your shared flat. That you would remember. Tilting his head to the side his somewhat puppy-like but also fascinatingly intense eyes scan your face, searching for an answer in your contours. Yoongi shifts in his armchair, pulling his knees up to wrap his arms around them, looking more huggable than anything else. “Maybe you recognize her from the photos.” He states, leaving Taehyung even more confused than before. “You remember my last years’ final project? Part of it is still hanging in the gallery if I’m not mistaken.” Slowly nodding the younger seems to vaguely remember what the older is referencing, his mind wrapping around the information. “There were a few pictures with Y/N in them.” “Oh yeah right, I helped you with that project!” you chirm in, remembering the small favor to save him from an existential photographer crisis. Taehyung’s eyes widen, finally envisioning the pieces in his head. You didn’t really think much of being in the background of a few photos if it prevents your best friend from going insane over a potential failed class. But now that you are faced with the situation of someone actually paying enough attention to take in your features, let alone being able to somewhat remember you, leaves a weird taste behind. You can’t help but wonder if there are more people who looked at those pictures, looked at your face, able to recognize it in a crowd. A familiar face but nothing behind it. A familiar stranger. The shrill notification sound of different phones interrupts the moment, the two males starting to frantically fish around in their pockets as if their life depends on it. “Oh god, it’s Professor Power Point with her details mail.” Yoongi states once he found the device before scanning through the text on his screen. Taehyung falls just as silent with a concentrated expression on his face, brows slightly furrowed and his tongue quickly poking out to wet his lips. Somehow it reminds you of Yoshi’s little ‘mlem’ sound. Adorable. Not long after starting to read a desperate rampart of ‘no’s, slowly increasing in volume, leaves Yoongis lips as he continues scrolling. You just raise your brow in question, waiting for him to elucidate his distress. However, all he does is start to whine, gripping his phone as if he would try to strangle it, wishing for it to be something else “What did I ever do to deserve this?”. “In all probability, something terrible.” He shots you a disappointed, judging look at your remark, not even worthy of an eyeroll. “You’re not helping Y/N.” Shifting in your chair you plant yourself in a position that says ‘you can tell me everything’ as Taehyung chimes in, apparently done with reading “What is it, hyung?”. With a sigh the older tugs his phone into the armchair gap and turns to you “Okay, let me summarize quickly so you can understand, Y/N. Our project theme is ‘human’. Yes, I know, stupid, please don’t say anything. Thank you.” You nod slowly, no intention of adding anything. “And our delightful professor had the audacity to force us to work with a partner. A human, hah. But we are not allowed to work with people from our class, even if they have a different major. Which means I can’t work with Taehyung here since he’s in fine arts and photography. So, my brilliant thought was to ask you again, since y’know, you saved my ass with the last project and of all people you should know the best what to do with the topic ‘human’.” At that Taehyung sends you a questioning look but doesn’t dare to interrupt the older as you keep nodding. “However, we are also not allowed to work with people we paired up with before. Aka, I can’t ask you either. Aka, I’m lost.” That said Yoongi looks at both of you with a face that resembles the smiling upside-down emoji horrifyingly accurate. For a few seconds no one is quite sure what to say, staring into their beverages as if the liquid would give them the needed advice. Helpless you turn to the tall male sitting next to you “Do you have any plans on how to find a partner yourself, Taehyung?” A pained smile crosses his features as he ruffles through the hair at the back of his head, fluffy strains floating through his ring accessorized fingers. “I’m was also going to ask my flat mates, but I’m not sure what they’ll say. Especially since I have no concept or idea whatsoever… they might be too busy with their own stuff.” He trails off, obviously unsure about his own words, a wave of anxiousness hitting at the realization this might be harder than initially anticipated. Given the lack of ideas everyone returns to stare at the table in front of them. The drinks still far from illuminating. “Hm, it makes sense to work with someone from my classes though, even if it’s not me. But on the other hand, it also might be a little too literal to pair up with a social major, don’t you think?” you attempt to reason, trying to think of a person who would be willing to accept such a challenge when everyone is busy themselves surviving their own classes. Eyes hovering over Yoongi’s hoodie you suddenly get an idea “I could ask Namjoon from Legal! You know each other, right?” “Legal?” Taehyung asks, even if not the person involved, he can’t hold back his curiosity. “Legal and ethic issues in social work.” You mechanically respond before turning back to Yoongi “He has more business focused classes, but still shares the social ones with me. It’s worth a try.” Relieved you note that his face seems at least a little less anxious at the mention of his former music school acquaintance. Carefully he takes a sip of his hell brew coffee, still hesitant but eventually agreeing to your idea. Interrupted by the aggressive bells announcing a new customer you get up to move back to work with the promise to ask Namjoon in behalf of Yoongi, hopefully saving him once again.

-

“Jimin, please! I’ll even do your laundry for the next month.” Taehyung almost begs into the phone he’s holding on to for dear life. After he left the café with Yoongi, parting their ways, he couldn’t help but dial his best friend’s number in an instant. The fear of having to search for someone who isn’t one of his two flat mates creeping up his spine, now that realization finally hit. The problem of the concept itself long forgotten, all he can think of is persuading the male on the other end of the line to help him out. However, the soft voice coming through the speakers only fuels Taehyung’s desperation “I’m so sorry Tae, but I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. You know how busy Hobi hyung and I are with the studio and we don’t want to agree on helping you, when we might end up having to bail out.” He can hear the sincerity in the others voice, knowing very well they only mean good and want the best for him. But still – “Well, shit.”

[joonsgalaxy]

are you still with him

pairing: yoongi x reader (gender neutral)

genre: angsty fluff, friends to lovers au, roommate au

word count: 1,7k

this is from the way you said 'i love you' prompts, requested by @eris0330: 23. Through a song. ((It's really simple n short, but i hope u like it!))

You‘re quite used to hearing Yoongi say I told you so. Most of the time it doesn‘t even bug you anymore, but at times it‘s the last thing on earth you want to hear. Like tonight.

It’s 1 am when you text him to come pick you up. Unfortunately, there are no buses going at this hour, and taxi costs triple the sum you afford to spend a day. Yoongi is the only person you can ask such a favour at such a time of the night. Though, you’re sure he won’t be too happy about it. He’ll probably comment on your breath that smells like alcohol and he’ll point out the yellow spot on your shirt. Stupid Jimin had to spill orange juice all over you. No matter how upset you are about it, you won’t let Yoongi notice that. Even if the party completely sucked. You won’t be complaining about anything. As far as he knows, you were at the best party of the year.

The beams of his car blind you for 5 whole seconds before he slams on the break and stops his car right beside you. Is he angry with you? You hope he’s not. He’s threateningly silent when he’s mad, which admittedly is much scarier than to be yelled at for as much as two minutes.

You’re 99% sure he wasn’t asleep yet, so hopefully he isn’t that vexed by your need for his help.

‘Hey,’ you breath, climbing into his toyota clumsily. ‘Thanks for coming.’

‘Couldn’t really let you freeze to death on your way home, could I?’ He says in a raspy voice, as cold as the wind outside.

‘Sorry,’ you mumble over the Kanye West’s song playing in his car.

Hand gripping your seat near your shoulder, Yoongi backs up into a driveway, ‘For what?’

‘For missing the last bus.’

‘Sometimes I think you do it on purpose.’

‘Why? Because I just love getting butt cramps from the old seats in your car?’

‘Ha ha,’ Yoongi speaks in monotone. He carefully turns out of the driveway and to the left, then speeds up.

‘No, but seriously, why would I miss it on purpose?’

He shrugs. ‘You enjoy pissing me off.’

‘I said I was sorry. I know you don’t like to be interrupted while writing those songs for the imaginary crush of yours.’

Yoongi lets out a sigh. ‘I was in fact in the middle of something when you texted me.’

‘Jerking off to that fantasy person?’

‘I fucking hate you.’

You chuckle. ‘Sorry, I’m drunk.’

‘Yeah, no shit.’

You pout; you were hoping he wouldn’t say anything about it. Pointless. He’s too observant not to notice.

‘I just broke up with my boyfriend. I’m allowed to have some fun, you know.’

‘He ran out of the apartment crying 29 days ago.’

‘Pft, so? People need time to move on. But you wouldn’t know that since you never really loved anyone. And why the hell are you counting?’

Yoongi scoffs, seemingly offended. ‘I’m not. I just made a rough assumption.’

‘Uh-ha.’

A new song comes on. It sounds comforting and beautiful like the night sky full of stars. The beat is rather slow; the one that makes driving at night a magical experience. Then you hear someone clearing their throat. You’d recognize that sound anywhere anytime. It’s him. It’s Yoongi.

He abruptly punches the button to change the song.

‘Hey! I’ve never heard this one. Go back!’

Staring straight ahead at the road, Yoongi thinks it over.

‘Please?’ You plead softly. As much you like teasing him for his songs and lyrics about some imaginary crush, you have to admit he’s talented.

Yoongi, after sighing and mumbling a oh what the hell presses a back button and lets the song play from the beginning.

You listen attentively, trying to get into the mood of the song. There comes the little cough again.

You remember the first time

That I showed you my room?

You laughed at the mess,

But still kicked off your shoes.

You almost said “thank you, but no”

But then moved in anyways.

Now I write cheesy lines that make me

Bang my head against the wall.

A mess in his room? Moving in? Kind of reminds you of yourself two years ago, when you first met Min Yoongi. He was looking for a flatmate and coincidentally you were in a search of a place to live. Were you the inspiration for the song? Was he using the story of how you two met when writing his lyrics about someone else?

On one hand, you felt flattered that he remembers it well. On the other hand, it felt like somebody entered your safety bubble containing your memories as if Yoongi was exposing a part of you to anyone willing to listen.

However, perhaps it isn’t about you and him at all. Maybe you want it to be.

If truth be told, at some point of starting to get Yoongi better you found yourself wanting to be the muse of his creations. You love his music and it would be a huge honour to be the inspiration of it.

I know I'm not the best, but I will change

I made many mistakes I regret

Trying to be the perfect one for you

But it seems that you aren't ready to

The words are distinct, clear and fitting for the melody. He always had a great flow.

Yoongi’s voice is husky, but weirdly comforting; soft in a way and full of emotion as in every song of his.

Can i still try?

Or am i to give back?

Or i should try hard?

 Throwing myself into this darkness

I've been so fucked up in my own head

Trying to face all my fears

 Reach into my soul, come where you belong

Are you still with him?

I don't wanna know

Not quite realizing it, you furrow your brows, feeling a certain heaviness settling in your chest. The pain in Yoongi’s voice laces every syllable. You’ve been always wondering if that imaginary person was actually a person from his life; real and alive. Hurting him. But now more than ever you feel like his rap is directed toward someone particular.

Well, perhaps he’s just that good of an artist.

You're building a family

I'm alone at the car

Your friends are lawyers

Mine are passed out on the floor

I hope you're having fun

I sure am

With a loaded gun

A list of regrets in my hand

I still dream of you (and I don't want to)

I still dream every night (every night)

Still, still, still, still, still

Either your subconsciousness wants this song to be about you really bad, or Yoongi actually did write the lyrics having you in mind.

On more than a few occasions he has mentioned that your major at the university is quite a prestigious one. You had a feeling he didn’t feel comfortable being around your friends. He has said that making music wasn’t something to be bragging about to medics and lawyers.

I wish I could make the time stop

So we could forget everything and everyone

I wish that the time would line up

So we could just give in to what we want

'Cause when I got somebody, you don't

And when you got somebody, I don't

I wish that the time would line up

So we could just give in

You have thought about this, too. You find yourself relating to the song as if it were truly about your life.

Before meeting your ex you were about to confess to Yoongi about your feelings for him, but that didn’t go as planned to say the least. Right before you uttered ‘I think I like you as more than a friend’, Yoongi’s phone rang and he wasted no time in picking it up. During the conversation between him and the caller, you realized he had met someone.

You didn’t confess.

You gave me a shoulder when I needed it

You showed the love when I wasn't feeling it

You helped me fight when I was giving in

You made laugh when I was losing it

You are you are

The reason why I’m still hanging on

You are you are

The reason why my head is still above water

And if I could get you the moon I’d give it to you

And if death was coming for you I’d give my life for you

 I'm caught on your coat again.

You said, "Oh, no, it's fine."

I read between the lines

And touched your leg again, again.

I'll take it one day at a time.

Soon you will be mine.

Oh, but I want you now, I want you now

When the smoke is in your eyes,

You look so alive.

Do you fancy sitting down with me?

Maybe?

 If you're all I need

According to your heart,

My place is not deliberate,

Feeling of your arms

I don't wanna be your friend,

I wanna kiss your neck

 Don't you see me? Y/N

I love you

At the last words you almost choke on air. You can feel tears well up in your eyes, but you’re not sure why. You’re not sure about anything at all. Was this a confession? A real one? Are you hallucinating? You can’t trust anyone at parties; perhaps someone spiked your drink when you decided to drink only juice after midnight.

You glance at your roommate behind the wheel. He looks tense.

Only a second passes before Yoongi slows down and pulls over.

What’s happening?

He kills the engine and turns the radio off.

You bite your lip as he does the same. The silence feels suffocating.

Your heart is pounding; your head is spinning, and you have no idea of how to act or what to say.

Yoongi clears his throat, fiddling with the keychain of his car keys. ‘We need to talk,’ he says.

some of the lyrics are written by me, but the others are from:

kina - get you the moon

the 1975 - fallingforyou

kina - are you still with him

kina - i still dream of you

lauv - there’s no way

[taehyungiestummy]

Return to Paradise -- Chapter Eleven

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Warnings: Language! (If you know the reference, nice)

Word Count: 3763

         “You don’t have to pee,” I whisper to myself. “You really don’t have to pee. Mind over matter. Just don’t think about it.”

         It would be just my lucky to need to pee in the middle of the night when the darkness is my weakness. My bladder is always ready to betray me.

         “Fuck it,” I groan, sitting up, eyes open to try adjusting to the dark. “I’ll get up to pee, you stupid bladder.”

         After letting my eyes adjust to the dark, so I can see my surrounds, I slowly make my way out of my bunk. Careful not to make too much noise that would make Emily wake up.

         Once on the ground, I look to my phone on my desk to use as a flashlight. Instead of the soft glow of a nightlight, it is buzzing with an incoming phone call.

         “The hell,” I yawn, unplugging my phone to get a better look.

         The face lighting up my screen is the one and only Min Yoongi.

         I swipe to answer, bringing my phone up to my ear. “Hello?” I cautiously whisper.

         “Amber, you picked up,” Yoongi slowly says in Korean.

         “Yes, is something wrong?” My brain is not awake enough to speak anything but English.

         “Well, I need you to do me a favor,” he sighs.

         “And what would that be?” I fumble through Korean.

         “Come to the studio and hang with me. I need some company.”

         “What are you doing at the studio at…Wait, what time is it?”

         “Um, half past three.”

         “Why are you even at the studio? You guys had a day off.”

         “I write songs, and I needed my equipment, so I came to the studio. Oh, you’ve never seen the space where we go to write and make music.”

         “Yoongi, you are so lucky that I was getting up to pee.”

         He chuckles, “So, you are coming? Ah, I am so happy I didn’t wake you.”

         “How will I get there?”

         “I sent a taxi to your apartment, so it should be there soon.”

         “You sent a taxi before confirming I would be going.”

         “I knew you would say yes,” he chuckles.

         “What if I didn’t pick up?”

         “I’d just keep calling until you did.”

         “Ah, okay. Well, I am going to pee, get somethings together, and see you in a bit.”

         “Oh, and little one.”

         “Yes?” I hum.

         “The taxi is going to stop at a twenty-four-hour coffee shop. I want a coffee. Get yourself something too.”

         “Sure, sure,” I smile. “I’ll text you when I am almost there.”

         “You are the beset. See you soon.”

         The call ends and I begin my tasks. First, using my phone for light, I find my Hello Kitty backpack, shoving the manga I’m reading, my notebooks, and the novel I am slowly working through into it. Then I change out of my pajamas into real clothes. More than a little angry that I have to put on a bra this early in the morning. I get over it, making up for it with comfy black sweats and a size too big sweatshirt with the boys’ names on it. I also snatch my glasses and put them on, so I don’t forget them.

         Quietly, I leave my room and head to the bathroom across the hall. I do my business, and then I head out to the living room. I’ve decided to leave a note, so I quickly write one up, leaving it where Nari and Emily can clearly see.

         Once I assure everything is taken care of, I slip out of the apartment. My backpack over one shoulder, flipflops on my feet, and my phone in hand, I make my way to the taxi waiting to take me to the Big Hit Building.

         The ride is a blur as the man only asks for my name before driving off. It turns out that he is actually a driver for Big Hit that works the early morning shift, so he knows what is going on. He also has money for the coffee shop from Yoongi, which is good because I only have an emergency stash in my backpack. He’s even a sweetheart and goes in for me with the order, giving me some time to rest my head and think about what the hell I am doing.

         “Miss,” the soft voice of the driver pulls me out of the grasp of sleep.

         “I’m awake,” I slowly open my eyes, unbuckling and putting my backpack on. “Thank you,” I slightly bow.

         “Any time,” he nods.

         I fumble out of the backseat, taking the coffee, hot chocolate, and bag of cookies from the driver, and then walking into the Big Hit building. My eyes scan the lobby for Yoongi, finding him in seconds.

         “Little one,” Yoongi smiles as I step up to him. His voice music to my ears.

         “Hi Yoongi,” I yawn, handing him his coffee. “I got cookies too,” I giggle.

         “I am king od hungry,” he grins. He’s wearing black pants, a black shirt, white high-top Converse, and black glasses in a style like mine. “I’m glad you came. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

         “It’s hard, I am just so unforgettable,” I smirk, fixing my glasses. “Nice glasses, too.”

         “Thank you. You look cute, as always.”

         “Yoongi, you are getting soft because of me.”

         He chuckles, “No, I’m only soft for you.” He puffs out one cheek and taps it with his index finger.

         I push onto my toes to give me the inches to press my lips to his cheek. “Can we get to your studio please?”

         “Sure, little one,” he puts his arm around my shoulder, leading me to the elevators. “Your backpack is very cute. You really like Hello Kitty, don’t you?”

         “I do,” I take a sip of my hot chocolate. “I know it makes me seem like a child, but I don’t care.”

         “I don’t think it does.”

         The elevator dings and the doors open. The two of us step inside, Yoongi pressing the floor number.

         “Stay a kid at heart though, growing up sucks,” Yoongi messes with the ends of my hair.

         “I think that I will,” I happily sigh.

         Our journey is silent from then on. My tired brain not even stirred awake by my hot drink.

         “Here’s the studio,” Yoongi speaks up as he opens the door to our destination.

         “So cozy and workable,” I scan the room.

         There’s a board of buttons with a laptop open in the middle of it, a bookshelf with an assortment of items, a couch off to the side, and two comfy office chairs.

         “Next year I’ll have my own studio,” Yoongi nods. “Or maybe even later this year if I can convince the higher ups that I need it. I’m tired of this.”

         “I’d come to your studio and watch you do your thing,” I smile, wondering where I can sit.

         “Have a seat,” Yoongi motions to a chair, sitting in the other one. He places his coffee on the table part of the soundboard.

         “So, I need to be quiet now,” I toss my backpack down near the chair before taking my seat.

         “Speak up if you need something,” he looks at me. “Do you have something to say?”

         I bring my knees up to my chest, getting a manga volume out of my backpack. “How are you not tired?”

         “Slept all day,” he reaches over and takes a cookie out of the bag.

         “Ah, I should have guess,” I giggle. “You can get to work now.”

         Yoongi tenderly smiles, “I’m here if you need anything, little one.”

         “I know,” I smile back.

         He turns to his laptop, placing headphones over his ears.

         I take a cookie for myself before placing the bag by Yoongi’s coffee.

         As time goes by, I do my best to stay awake. Reading calms me down, and with a stomach full of cookies and warmed with hot chocolate, I feel myself slowly drifting off. My eyes close as I curl into myself. Sleep overtakes me in a short moment.

*~*~*~*~

         Yoongi is too into creating a song for his mixtape to realize that Amber has fallen asleep. Her presence in the room is enough to clam him and get the inspiration flowing.

         After some time though, he notices that the girl he thinks of as a sister has been too quiet. He slides his headphones off and turns to look at the girl.

         “Oh, little one,” Yoongi sigh. “That looks uncomfortable.”

         Amber is curled up in the office chair, a manga volume in her lap, and her hands still clutching her now cold cup of hot chocolate.

         “You are adorable,” Yoongi slowly takes the cup form her hands, placing it next to his now empty coffee cup. “Didn’t even take your glasses off,” he sigh, sliding her glasses off her face. He grabs her manga next, placing it next to the cookie bag and setting her glasses on top of it.

         Yoongi is not one to work out as hard as the younger ones seem to do, but he knows that he has enough muscle to pick Amber up and transfer her to the small couch. He marvels at how light she is, needing to have never worried.

         Amber mumbles, shifting around as he body finds a comfortable position on the couch. All the while she stays asleep.

         “That’s better,” Yoongi grins, moving hair out of her face. “Gah, still so cute. Maybe I will write a song about you.” He sits back down in his chair.

         Amber’s mouth falls open as soft snores begin to be produced by her.

         “Tae is very lucky to have found you,” Yoongi places his headphones back on. “I’m lucky to have gained a sister from you.”

********

         Yoongi and I enter the dorm, lunch time having already passed. It’s was a productive day for Yoongi at the studio, but he was starting to feel bad for keeping me there all day.

         “I can’t believe you moved me,” I chuckle; Korean feeling almost as comfortable as English. “I’m heavy.”

         “You are so light,” Yoongi ruffles my hair as we slip our shoes off. “And you looked so uncomfortable.”

         “Thanks for lunch,” I reach up and mess with his hair. “Always treating me to the best.”

         “Ah, thank you for coming to keep me company,” he gently slaps my hands away.

         The two of us walk farther into the dorm, ending in the living room where everyone is. Seokjin is in the recliner smiling as he texts away. Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok are on the floor playing a video game on the TV. Namjoon and Emily are snuggled up on the end of the couch farthest from me. The two seem to be talking. Taehyung is lying on the end of the couch nearest to me, playing a game on his phone.

         “Tae Tae,” I throw my backpack onto the floor and jump to land next to Taehyung, rolling onto him from there.

         “Ah, jagiya,” Taehyung’s arms wrap around my back. “Nice to see you.”

         “Sorry I kept her from you, Tae,” Yoongi says. “Inspiration and what not.”

         “It’s fine, if she had fun,” Taehyung smiles.

         “I did. Yoongi and I had so much fun,” I reply.

         “Good to hear,” Taehyung runs his hand over my hair.

         “I’ll be off to take a shower then,” Yoongi nods before walking off.

         “I like my view from down here,” I tilt my head up to look at Taehyung, my chin resting in the middle of his chest.

         “Why is that?” Taehyung smiles, looking down at me. One of his hands lowers to rest on my butt.

         “Because I can see the cute mole on your lip, as well as the one on the tip of your cute nose. Also, maybe I just like being able to look at your face.”

         “You think my nose is cute?”

         “Of course,” I manage to tickle his sides, earning a chuckle from my boyfriend. “You are cute, Tae, all of you.”

         “You’re cute too.”

         “I try,” I roll off Taehyung, scooting up so I can connect our lips in a kiss.

         Taehyung keeps and arm around my waist to keep me close, trying to advance the simple kiss into something more.”

         I pull away, “Are you excited for our date tomorrow?”

         “I get to see you all dress up, so of course. I’m not one for fancy dinner dates, but it gets you in a dress.”

         I roll my eyes, “Our first date was a fancy dinner. Why didn’t you say you didn’t like them?”

         “I didn’t say I didn’t like them. I just like smaller, quitter things. But, if I get to be with you, I am happy doing anything.”

         “I am planning our next date,” I wrap my arms around his middle. “I don’t know when it will be, since July is getting closer and closer.”

         “A whole month together,” Taehyung smiles.

         “Hey Amber,” Jungkook speaks up, not once looking away from the TV. “I know you probably want to cuddle and talk to Tae for the whole day, but what about joining us so we can have teams of two.”

         “Hm, sounds tempting,” I focus on the shooting game they are playing. “How about I put my glasses on and still have Tae cuddle me?”

         “As long as you focus on the game,” Jimin says.

         “Who’s team does she get to be on?” Hoseok asks.

         “Mine,” Jungkook glances back at me with a smile on his face.

         “Fine by me,” I sit up, moving to slide in between Taehyung’s legs. My back resting on his chest. “Can you get by backpack?”

         Taehyung reaches of the side of the couch and brings my backpack up to me. “Jagi, why did you bring this?”

         I open my backpack, retrieving my glasses case and phone. “It has things I could do when Yoongi was song writing and such. I was there for a long time.” I toss my backpack beside Taehyung and me on the couch.

         “I still can’t believe he called you so early in the morning,” Taehyung’s arms go around my stomach.

         “It was meant to be,” I giggle. “I was getting up to pee, saw my phone, and in turn saw his call.”

         “Are you serious?” Emily speaks up for the first time.

         “Yeah,” I look over at her. “It was perfectly timed.”

         Emily smiles and shakes her head, “Everything happens for a reason they say.”

         “Ready to play?” Jungkook walks up to me, holding out a controller.

         I look up at Jungkook, “Of course. Hope you can keep up with my mad skills.” I smirk, grabbing the controller from his hands.

         “My jagi is a badass,” Taehyung chuckles.

         “Damn right I am,” I chuckle. “But, um, someone please explain the game and what I need to do. Shooting games aren’t ones that I play much.” My smirk changes to an innocent smile.

         Jungkook laughs, “Sure thing, dorky.”

         “Dorky, hm? Actually, I like the sound of that. Can I be the Queen of Dorks?”

         “As long as I am your king,” Taehyung kisses right behind my ear.

         “Oh, Tae, you were the King of Dorks before Amber showed up,” Namjoon says. “You have now found your queen in her.”

         Jungkook goes back to sitting on the floor with the other two. “Just follow my lead, dorky, and we will be a great team.”

         “Sure thing, Captain Jungkook,” I mess around with the buttons. “Let’s win this.”

********

         “Damn girl, you always clean up so nice,” Emily smirks as I walk into the living room.

         “It’s not too much?” I look down at my baby blue dress. It reaches the floor, flowing from the empire waistline. The bodice is covered with small gems, and because it is strapless, I have a white throw-over-sweater to cover my shoulders and upper arms.

         “Fancy restaurant calls for a fancy Amber,” Emily nods, leaning back into the couch.

         “Decided on black flats,” I tap my foot. “Only had this black clutch for my phone and money,” I hold up the clutch for a few seconds.

         “So, Emily, do you approve of my hair and make-up,” Nari walks into the living room, collapsing into her recliner.

         “Of course,” Emily smiles. “I love when Amber puts some of her hair up, and the curls always look perfect. You can see so much blue, too. It’s nice to have a good hairdresser in town to keep the color in our hair.”

         “Thank the heavens, I love my blue so much,” I giggle.

         “What about her make-up?” Nari asks.

         “Oh, yes,” Emily nods. “The subtle blue eyeshadow, the eyeliner, the hit of blush, and the red lips is perfect. You did a great job. I doubt I could have done any better.”

         “My cousin is so beautiful,” Nari happily sighs. “Taehyung is going to flip.”

         “I sense so many kisses in my future,” I clasp my hands onto my clutch to keep them off my face and out of my hair. “What are you two going to do when I’m gone?”

         “Probably just watch TV with some leftovers,” Emily looks over at Nari. “Unless Nari had something else in mind.”

         “No, that sounds lovely,” Nari nods. “Or we could watch Bangtan videos on YouTube instead of TV.”

         “That sounds like a good way to spend an evening.”

         “Fangirl without me,” I chuckle. “Fine, I see how it is.”

         “Your laughs are so cute,” Nari comments.

         “What do you mean my laughs?” I scrunch up my eyebrows. “I have one laugh.”

         “No,” Emily points at me. “You have a giggle for embarrassment that is high pitched, as well as a giggle for when you need to be quiet but can’t.”

         “Then your chuckles are all over the place,” Nari adds. “You have the annoyed one, and the quick one for when you don’t care, and the tired chuckle. No doubt other ones.”

         “Then my snorts, and my laugh that is loud and sounds squeaky,” I sigh. “I guess I do have many different laughs. Tae has such a cute laugh. There’s a breathy one, and then his normal one.”

         “All the boys have such cute laughs, to be honest,” Nari says.

         “They do,” I softly smile.

         “When will Taehyung get here?” Emily asks. “The longer you have to wait, the more nervous you get.”

         “I’m actually not nervous,” I let go of my clutch with my right hand. “No reason to be. No weird topic this time.”

         “Your conversations are going to be all over the place then.”

         “I know. Those are the best. We can talk for hours and in the end, we learned so much about one another.”

         “If there was an award for cutest couple, you two would win, hands down,” Nari says.

         “Like, all couples, or just idols and their significant other?” Emily and I ask.

         “Whoa,” I look over at Emily, both our eyes wide. “That was long. How did we do that?”

         “I have no idea,” Emily takes a deep breath.

         “Um, to answer the question, I don’t know,” Nari shrugs. “Idols are rarely open about their relationships to really have a vote on cutest couple. Still, there are relationships that aren’t kept secret, but most of them are for different reasons. Jinnie and I are among the few that broke that rule. It didn’t hurt BTS, so in the end it was okay.”

         “Taehyung and I will be next, but accident or on purpose, I have no idea,” I firmly nod.

         “He does seem like he wants to proudly show off his girlfriend,” Emily says. “Amber, dating K-pop idol Kim Taehyung, I can see the headlines now.”

         I roll my eyes, “I do want him to be able to show me off, for his sake. I kind of want to be shown off. I want to hold his hand in public, and kiss him in public, and whatever else.”

         “I’m on the edge,” Emily sighs. “If it happens, I will get over it and be fine. Just, the public eye can be scary.”

         “Eh, our boys will protect us,” I smile.

         “No doubt about that,” Nari nods.

         The doorbell rings out through the apartment, halting our conversation.

         “I think we all know who that is,” Emily smirks.

         “Have fun on your date, Amber,” Nari smiles.

         “Thank you,” I smile at the two girls. “I’ll be back later, then.” I walk out of the living room, heading for the front door. I feel so confident and ready to go on this date.

         I fling the front door open, speechless at the boy--no, man--standing on the other side.

         Taehyung is standing on the other side, one hand in his pant pocket, the other hand holding a single red rose held out for me. His black suit makes him look like the perfect gentleman; the baby blue bowtie matching my dress. His fingers have a few rings, and a watch is on one wrist. His black dress shoes must have seen many award shows. I can see he has just a tad bit of eyeliner on, and his hair is styled.

         “Tae, you look so handsome,” I reach out and place my hand on the one holding the rose. “How did I get so lucky?”

         “You are overly beautiful,” Taehyung lovingly smiles. “How did I get so lucky?”

         I step outside, closing the front door behind me. “This night is going to be wonderful.”

         “I love you,” Taehyung leans down and captures my lips in a perfect kiss.

         “I love you,” I coo after he has pulled away.

         “You look amazing in that dress,” his eyes travel the length of my body, stopping on my chest and hips for a few second longer than he probably should.

         My face heats up before we have even left the doorstep. “Tae, my eyes, up here.”

         He connects our gazes, “My jagi is smoking hot and beautiful.”

         “Taehyung,” I gasp.

         “I’m going to apologize right now for getting jealous, even though I know I have no worries, but I can already feel it happening.”

         I giggle, “Come on, let’s get going. Maybe I want to see sexy jealous Kim Taehyung.”

         “What?” Taehyung shockingly questions.

         “You heard me,” I smirk. “I like touchy protective Tae.”

         Taehyung smirks right back, “I see. I can be touchier.”

         “Not now, Taehyungie,” I whine. “I want to go eat. Besides, we can only go so far.”

         “I’ll go as far as you let me,” he kisses my cheek. “Let’s go though. I’m getting quite hungry myself.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

So, something new happened this chapter, and that was a third-person point-of-view. If the break is this: *~*~ then 3rd person is coming up. That is how it will be, because there will be more 3rd person. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading! I’d love to know what you thought! :D

[franeridart]

Merry Christmas!! I hope you are happy, and have a good New Year! 😁

Thank you!!! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and will have a wonderful New Year too!!

Anon said:aaaaawwwnnn the good ol' platonic (or not, depending on the interpretation) bak*deku

I’m not anti anything anon, so you never gotta worry about that! I have ships I like and ships I don’t and ships I’m indifferent about, but I’m a firm believer in the ship and let ship principle~ sadly bkdk is strictly platonic for me (I see them too much as sibs for it to work in a romantic way, at this point), but I do adore their relationship and the way Horikoshi is writing it TT^TT it’s def one of my favorite Bakugou relationships, such a wonderfully complex story 💕

Anon said:Have you ever thought about drawing Bakushima as different ships? Like, from different shows. Put them in their outfits and such? I thought that wouls be pretty cool. Sorry if someone has already suggested this! I thought maybe Black Butler style ? Fruits basket, Death note, ect. ❤

I have in the past drawn them in AUs inspired by characters from other fandoms, if that’s what you’re asking! At the top of my head I can remember drawing them as Black⭐Star and Tsubaki from Soul Eater, Doumeki and Watanuki from xxxHolic and Jacuzzi and Nice from Baccano!, but I’m sure those are not the only ones... I’m never against that sort of AUs, if you have anything you’d like to see ask and I’ll see if I know the fandom you’re thinking about! :D

Anon said://squints// did your.... Did your lineart imPROVE??? holy maples Fran ur killing me with ur art I wanna survive my last 7 months of high school--

If you think so, then I’m seriously happy and glad to hear it! Thank you so much!! I feel like I’ve been getting sloppier actually, ngl, but I have been trying new tools for the line, so maybe that’s the difference you’re seeing!

Anon said:Gonna say anonymously caz' i'm too embarrassed to reveal myself for now, but I love your blog and art so damn much!!! Been following you for two years and you really inspired me to draw and really to stay in touch with bnha. Again, love you so much and hope you a merry Christmas!!!

Ahhhhh anon thank you so much!!! I’m happy I can make you keep up with bnha, ngl!! And I hope you’ve had a wonderful amazing christmas too!!!

Anon said:Sero with the long hair can murder me

He wouldn’t!

Anon said:what do you think of bakukamijirou 👀

I don’t ship it, sorry :( as far as shipping Bakugou goes, I only ship him around if Kirishima is involved - I do have a few Baku ships I like just for the aesthetics (like with Jirou, or Todoroki!) but I wouldn’t really call it “shipping”, I just like to see them next to each other cause their designs work well together haha

Anon said:Hello? Yes. Hi. Dave I love. Thank you.

I’m so happy to hear that!!! TT^TT thank you so much!!!

Anon said:Kamijirou cures my depression :3

WELL IF THAT ISN’T A MOOD!!

Anon said:Have you every considered a voltron au for your ocs? I know youve made a voltron au befores so i was wondering if you ever did it for anything else (i really love all your art have a lovely day

I’ve never, actually :thinking: the vld fandom is very scary to me so I try to keep away from it, ngl! I’ve also not watched past the first season of the cartoon itself so by now I don’t think I have the necessary information to make AUs based on that fandom, but the concept of my kids in space or piloting mechas is a wonderful one nonetheless haha

Anon said:Ah man I love dav so much. It makes me so happy when you post your sweet green haired boy. Day: brightened.

:sob: thank you SO MUCH!!!! TT^TT it makes me so happy to hear you like my boy!!

Anon said:I love and appreciate every variety of your ocs

THANK YOU!!!💕💕

Anon said:You: This is my boy. | Me: I love him so much and his hair and his shirt- 👌

Thank you so much!! His hair and clothes make less sense every time I draw him, but I have fun with it so I’m glad you like them anyway hahaha

Anon said:Hey! Who is he? He looks cool

Thank you so muuuccchhhh!!! His name is Dave!! He doesn’t really have much of a story, but he’s a uni student and likes music, philosophy and cats! He has a bunch of friends I draw him with now and again, and they mostly spend their time avoiding studying and being generally ridiculous :D

Anon said:Just wanted to let you know your art style is GORGEOUS. You're one of the few people on this site whose art always makes me excited to see it. I'm a huge Bakushima fan to begin with but your Bakugou is just...oof. lol I don't know if it's the hooded eyes or the undercut but you make him HAVE it!

That’s such high praise oh my god! TTOTT I’m glad you like how I draw my boy, he makes me so happy to doodle !!!!! 💞💞💞

Anon said:The two art post with "An unexpected sappy thought" and "Bunch of stuff from yesterday I finally managed to finish" were both flagged. i tried to send them to u, but couldn't. Just thought you should know if you haven't been notified yet! sorry that i cant be much help. (also the protest starts in like 10 min for me, so youre probably off already if youre doing it) sorry for bothering!

Anon said:hey your post (a colored fanart) of kirishima and bakugou cuddling w/ song lyrics as the caption got flagged, just thought i’d let you know if you didn’t see it :( stupid tumblr

These are pretty old asks at this point but I wanted to thank you for the heads up anyway! I have gone through my posts twice already and new flagged things always pop up, so the fact that you took the time to let me know was seriously huge help! Thank you so much!!

Anon said:hi i just saw your year summery-thingy and i just realized that i have followed you for more than a year now and i just want to say thank you for all the beutiful art i have seen !! you are truly one of my favorite artist i hope that you are well

Ah man thank you so much!!! I’m so so happy to hear you’ve been following me that long, it’s incredible to me!! I hope I’ll manage to get out of the slump I’ve fallen into soon enough orz meanwhile thank you for sticking around!! 💕

Anon said:Seeing your art summary makes my soul feel the urge to have your beautiful kiribaku art in a book. Have you ever thought about making a little zine with some of your illustrations? Or selling prints ;___; You're absolutely amazing!

Oh heck thank you so much for being interested in something like that! I’ve actually thought about something of the like, but if I ever did it would be a small zine with pieces made specifically for it! I have to research the whole thing a bit more, but in case I’ll reach a point where it’s a concrete possibility I’d first post something to check the actual interest in it between everyone! ;^;

Anon said:... Why BakuJiro tho?

Why not! They are good friends, have a nice dynamic, and their styles match together well! And Jirou’s so tiny next to him, I like the idea of Baku hugging her a whole lot as it might have become obvious by this point haha

Anon said:7w7r I see you there

I dunno what this is about but !!! neat!!

Anon said:Soooo,,, DabiHawks or Hawks single? I have curious for how would a drawing of them be made by you

I’ve said this a couple of times before, but I’m really only interested in dabihawks if Dabi is Touya at this point! I might change my mind if Hori develops their relationship more, but right now that’s how it is... and until I have more concrete proofs of Touya and Dabi being the same person I don’t wanna get too involved with the ship, in case I end up disappointed haha

Anon said:Fran, have you ever posted a selfie before? For some reason, I imagine you looking a little more like Kuroo from Haikyuu!! Haha.

I haven’t! I prefer being behind the camera instead of before it hahaha a couple years ago you would have been right! By now I have too much hair for it, tho lol also, I wear glasses and have a bunch of piercings and earrings that Kuroo doesn’t have (but should have, cause it’d be hot 👀👀👀)

[leelee10898]

Back to you: Chapter 8 Rock bottom

Disclaimer: All characters belong to PixelBerry except those unique to the story. Rating: Mature for language Summary: Tension is getting thick between Aria and Liam, with Madeline tightening the Liams Leash. A night out with two friends makes her see one of them in a different light. (this is a LONG one, I thought about breaking it down into 2 parts buttttt...I didnt wanna ;) ) Tag list: @scarlettedragon @annekebbphotography @speedyoperarascalparty @mind-reader1 @bobasheebaby @hopefulmoonobject @greyeyedsmile14 @indiacater @stopforamoment @xxrainbowprincessxx @lizeboredom @indiacater

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Song inspiration: If you have never listened to this song you  really should.

Aria had never been a fan or trains so when they learned they would be on one for weeks during this sham engagement tour she knew she would need to spend most of it drunk. At least the parts she could be anyway. Thank God for court parties, there was always some kind of booze available. She was thankful they had hotel accommodations tonight though.

Things had been going well with Liam, but as the days went on his schedule became more and more full. Aria didn’t see him except for glances at social events. Madeline was also turning up the PDA as well. “Lets go Aria we were supposed to be there 10 minutes ago.” Leo groaned waiting for Aria to change into yet another dress. They had dinner with an Italian statesmen who was one of Liams mothers friends. Leo was filling in for the Beaumonts since they were out trying to track Tariq down. “Ok how about this one?” Aria steps out of the bathroom.  Leos eyes light up, she looked stunning in a red sequin gown that hugged her body, the back cut so low you could almost see the tattoo she had on the small of her back. Leo stuttered, he couldn’t form words to save his life. Aria laughs “I’ll take that as it’s a winner.” Leo nods his head  “yes, now can we go I’m starving.” His words came back. 

When they walked into the dinner all eyes were on them. Liam’s mouth dropped open, Aria caught him out if her corner of her eye she stiffened back a laugh. She loved when she could pull him out of that stoic demeanor. Fire courses through Madeline veins. It wasn’t bad enough Liam was constantly drooling over Aria, making her look incredibly stupid. But now she saunters in on Leo’s arm?  Aria and Leo take their seats. They are close enough to the head table to have a clear view of Madeline and Liam.

Madeline plasters on a smile as she holds liams hand. She leans in close whispering in his ear “wipe the drool off your face liam, People are watching." He straightens up in his seat. Something had to be done about her, She couldnt have both Rhys brothers after her. Madeline thought to herself, taking a sip of her wine.

At the end of dinner the guest mingled. Aria found a moment alone on the balcony with Liam. “Will you be joining me tonight? She inquired It had been a week since Liam spent the night with her.  "Aria I wish I could but Madeline roped us into drinks with the statesmen, I won’t be able to get away.” He reaches out to touch her hand. Aria moves her hand and sighs “ this is the third time this week Liam. You know you have been spending an awful lot of your down time with Madeline.” “Me? You show up here on my brothers arm, wearing that.” He motioned up and down to her dress. “Well, at least someone escorted me to dinner. Maxwell and Bertrand are working hard to track down whoever set me up, or do you even care about clearing my name anymore?” Aria seethed “keep it down, we don’t want to draw attention.” Liam insisted. Aria stares at him wide eyed “You are unbelievable liam.” She scoffs “Oh and the dress was supposed to be for YOUR benefit!” she walks away leaving him on the balcony. 

Aria heads over to the bar and hops up on the bar stool next to drake. “Shot of vodka.” She tells the bartender. “Uh oh, that kind of night.” Drake grumbles. She takes her shot and throws it back slamming the glass down on the bar. Drake looks at her for a moment, he can tell she’s having a rough night. “Hey, I was going to go shoot some pool, there’s a bar the outside of town if you want to join me?” He asks trying to hide the longing look he was sure he was giving off. Liam told her she could see other people, the attraction he felt for her was growing stronger. He knew he shouldn’t have these feelings but he did. “That sounds great. Give me 30 minutes and I’ll meet you in the hotel lobby. Aria said hoping off the stool. 

She searches the crowd for Leo to let him know she was going to take off, but he found her first. "There you are, I been looking for you.” Aria says “Me? I was coming to ask if you had any plans tonight beautiful? Leo slides an arm around her playfully "Actually yeah, drake and I are going to a bar to have a drink and shoot some pool. Wanna go? Aria asks twirling her hair with her fingers. She hoped he would say yes, Leo always knew how to get her out of a funk. "I could shoot some pool.” Leo says dropping his arm and taking her hand. As they are leaving the resturant Liam sees them across the room.  His face scarlet with a mixture of anger and jelousey. Of course she’s leaving with Leo, he’s always there to swoop in after i manage to screw up. If I didn’t pick my game up, Leo wouldn’t have to steal her, she would go willingly. He thought to himself. 

After a quick change Aria heads to the hotel loby to meet drake. “Hey Hale, you ready to go?” He asks. “Umm just 1 min… ah there.” She searches the crowd, smiling as she sees Leo. “Hey we ready to go?” Leo approaches. “Oh, I didn’t know you were coming too Rhys.” Drake grumbled. He was not expecting Leo to cut into his alone time with Aria. “Yeah I invited him, hope that’s ok?” Aria said picking at her nails. “Ah yeah I guess.” Drakes voice dripping with annoyance. Leo smirked, he knew what drakes plan was. Aria walks towards the car Drake had waiting. Leo clasps Drake on the shoulder and chuckles “nice try bud, but that ones mine.” Drake gives Leo a stern look before they both get into the car.

They pull up to the bar and Aria gasps. “I don’t believe it. Leo do you remember this place?” She asked Leo nods in agreement “I do. Shall we make the same wager?” He cocks his brow, a sly grin forms “You’re on.” Aria pushes his arm. Drake looks at the two of them confused .

They walk into the bar and grab a booth. Leo gets a few pool sticks and claims a table while drake gets a glass of whiskey, he brings Leo and Aria a beer. “This place hasn’t changed at all.” Aria observes sipping her beer. “How do you know this place?” Drake inquires. “I was here, five years ago. My best friend Ellie and I spent a summer abroad. We started in Italy and ended in France.” Aria tells him. “I actually met leo in italy that summer.” She sips her beer avoiding eye contact. “So thats what you meant, at the Beaumont party about it not being the first time you met.” Drake put two and two together. “We came here a few times.” Aria remembers the first time they came.

“I’m gonna warn you, I’m not that good at pool.” Aria confesses, holding the pool stick in her hand. “That’s ok, I can help you if you want.” Leo says handing her a drink. Aria doesn’t sink one ball. “Well I suck.” Aria chuckles drinking her beer. “ no, your just holding the stick wrong, here let me show you.” Leo slides up behind her, placing his hands on hers. He helps her make a shot. He backs away and takes his last shot. “Looks like I win.” he teases. “Ok, another game but this time lets make a wager.” Aria says a hint of mischief in her eyes. “A kiss. If you lose you have to give me a kiss.” Leo states “and if I win?” Aria inquires “dealers choice.” Leo says a little cocky. “You’re on.” Aria shakes his hand. “You wanna break?” Aria asks while setting the balls up. “Ladies first. ” Leo motions to the table. Aria lines the shot up and Crack! The balls fly across the table, she sinks 2 of them. Leo’s eye go wide as he watches her effortlessly run the table. “I believe I win.. time to pay up.” Aria boasts. “You sneak. You said you weren’t that good.. You failed to mention your a pool shark.” Leo’s mouth hangs open. Aria giggles “What do I have to do?” Leo asks nervously. “I believe you owe me a kiss.” Aria whispers in his ear. Leo grins as he takes her face in his hands. His lips press gently on hers as his tounge slips gently into her mouth. She gives completely in, she feels herself melt away, lightheaded they pull back. Leo flashes her a bright smile and just like that, she was hooked. 

“Ready to play?” Leo asked pulling her out of her thoughts. “Drake can play first game.” Aria nodded to the pool table. She took a moment to look at Leo, she forgot how handsome he looked in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and that leather jacket. Flashing that bright big smile made her feel a little weak in the knees. Get a hold of yourself Aria. She thought to herself. She watched them play until drake walks up. “He cheats” Drake grumbled gulping down his whiskey. “Oh stop being a sore loser Walker, here do you want a hug?” Leo teased “I regret everything.” Drake huffed walking away to get another drink. 

“What do you say beautiful you and me?” Leo challenged. “The usual wager?” Her eyes perked. Leo smiled as she jumped down from the bar stool and walked over to the pool table. After a short game Leo lost, like he always did. “Well I guess I better pay up.” Leo saunters over with a sly smile. A lump forms in her throat, she gulps. As He leans in Drake walks over interupting the moment “hey guys I’m about ready to head out,you coming? He informs them. "Yep, let’s go. ” Aria sighs. Saved by drake she thought. It would have been awkward kissing your almost fiances brother, that was also your ex,in front of your former fiances best friend who also had a major crush on you… Yep her life was totally fucked up.

Once they arrived back at the hotel drake went towards his room while Leo and Aria went towards the lounge. “You know I really wasn’t ready to call it a night.” Aria sighed “who says we have to? We can go back to your room and hang out I’ll get us some booze, you distract the bar tender.” Leo grinned heading towards the bar. Aria smiles as she walks in after Leo,  And there they were.  Liam and Madeline looking quite cozy in a booth, alone. He had his arm around her, he was leaned in close. He didn’t even notice her staring at them but Madeline did. And then it happened, he leaned in and kisses her. Madeline gave Aria a side eye look and smirked. Arias blood boiled but she remained calm. Leo comes back “Hey what happened? Luckily the bartender was busy.” He said. “You got the stuff?” She asked, never taking her eyes off Liam. He pulls his jacket to the side revealing the bottle of rum.  Leo follows her gaze and sees Liam and Madeline in the middle of a seemingly passionate kiss.  Aria nods and pulls him by the hand. “Lets go!” As they rush past Liam looks up to see them hurry away.

Once they got to her room She grabbed the bottle of rum and took a swig. Fucking Madeline, who the fuck does she think she is? Aria thought to herself pacing the floor. “You going to share that?” Leo questioned. Aria took another swig and calmed herself down and handed him the bottle. He gives her a concerned look. “I’m fine.” She protest. “you sure? because it looks like your going to wear a hole in the carpet from pacing so much.” Aria stops pacing and walks over to the couch to sit down. 

They drink in silence for a little while before aria breaks it. “So you got married?” Leo choakes completely caught off gaurd. She shouldn’t have asked it, she knew better but curoiusty got the best of her. She wanted to know about the woman who landed Leo Rhys heart. She thought she had, but he told her it was just a fling. She was drunk and did not care. “I got divorced.” He countered her question. “Yes I know, but tell me about her, the woman who finally stole Leo Rhys heart.” Her words dripping with resentment. Leo narrowed his eyes at my her, and licked his lips. He could tell she was jealous, and he was loving every minute of it. “Katie was my wife, it lasted a year.” He tells her taking a swig of the rum.  “I met her when she was on a cruise, I thought she was sweet and funny. Turns out I was just lonely and she reminded me of someone, or so i thought.” He paused looking at her. “She was a whore who continued to see her two other suitors well after we got married. She ended up pregnant by one of them, so I left and filed for divorce.” He let out a breath he had been holding in.

 He did not want to talk about Katie, she was a huge mistake. “Fuck Leo, your just as fucked up as me.” Aria chuckled and pushed his arm. “Yeah I guess I am.” He agreed. “She didn’t steal my heart you know. I gave that away a long time ago. I never got it back.” He looks up at Aria searching her eyes. What does he mean by that? Gave it to who? God those eyes… Aria thought to herself..

I should probably get going, we have to be on the train pretty early.“ Leo broke the tension. "Oh, yeah you’re probably right, we should call it a night.” Aria agrees. she walks Leo over as he opened the door He turns to her. “You know, I do believe I owe you a debt.” He leans in and kisses her lips softly, Aria puts her hands around his neck and deepens the kiss. Their lips part and tongues do a familair dance. She can taste the rum in his kiss. He pulls away and smiles. “Good night beautiful.” Leaning in and giving her one last gentle kiss. “Goodnight super man.” Aria whispers as she shuts the door.

****

Drake went back to his room. Fumimg that Leo crashed his evening with Aria. He tossed and turned in the bed before giving up. He jumped up and put his clothes back on. His feet took him to the bar down stairs. “Whiskey neat.” He tells the bartender.

“Don’t you drink anything other then whiskey?” A familiar voice comes up behind. He turns to find Olivia. “Thought you left court, What are you doing here?” He questions  “Well, I’m here for answers. I want to find out who sent me that threatening letter.” She said sipping her glass of wine. “What are you doing here?”

Drake grumbles “planned a night out hanging with Aria.. but Leo crashed.” “So you were looking to get laid and Leo cock blocked you?” Olivia chucked to herself. Drakes silence was all the answer he needed. Olivia traced the rum of her glass with her finger. “You know we used to help each other out quite often.. perhaps we could help each other again?” Drake looks at Olivia contemplating her offer. He gulps down his whiskey and gets off the bar stool. Olivia jumps down and takes his hand as they head off towards her room.

****

Aria laid in her bed. Thoughts of the night running through her head. Liam turned her down, not once but three times this week.. to spend time with Madeline. And then she caught them kissing. She didn’t get it. If it was supposed to be a sham engagement why did he kiss Madeline? That kiss didnt look fake.  Why did he blow her off? And then there was the kiss with Leo. It left her light headed and weak in the knees. She was over him,wasnt she? It’s been 5 almost 6 years now. When he left he told her it was just a summer fling. She felt the hurt creep back into her body. Maybe she still harbored feelings, she suppressed them down determined to snuff them out and move on.. The irritating thought in the back of her mind what if they dont find tariq. What then? Will Liam marry Madeline? What happens to them? She couldnt be someones mistress, could she?  She didn’t know what was going on in her head or her life anymore, but she did know she was going to have to figure it all out before she let herself get hurt yet again. And she needed to start by getting everything off her chest, starting with Liam. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Yoonmin fanfic idea: cliche I love the bad boy Yoongi and soft boy Jimin perhaps a little too much **mentioning of parental physical abuse** Yoongi is the stereotypical bad boy or so everyone thinks. Everyone, even his friends Namjoon and Hoseok think that Yoongi is the biggest punk in the school. He is two years older then everyone in his grade so what exactly do you expect? It doesn't help that he rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and there are even rumors that he smokes! Of course Park Jimin tries to stay exactly 17389 miles away from him at all times. The Junior already has enough to worry about with pretty much the rest of the school bullying him, he'd rather not have the schools toughest guy pounding his face in as well. But one fateful day at the nurses office brings the two together in ways they never expected. Jimin was there trying to get his nose to stop bleeding when Yoongi walked in with a black eye. The nurse sighed when she saw him and asked what his father had gotten mad about this time. Yoongi smirked at the nurse, a woman everyone knows is his aunt, and told her that its because he didn't make a 33 or higher on the ACT. Jimin had never seen a woman so angry in his life. The nurse got up and put her hands on her hips, her tone was more then fed up, "That man. How dare he! You had a 32 dammit. You've already been accepted and given full scholarships to what? 6 schools? Good ones at that! If your father thinks he can do better you should tell him to come see me because I might just need to give him a mental exam!" Yoongi let out a small chuckle, "calm down Aunt K. I know it seems frustrating but it's ok. Once I leave it'll be fine. I just hope he doesn't get any stupid ideas again." The nurse threw her hands in the air, "Yeah! Like uprooting his whole family from Korea without any notice and moving to America and making his son take kindergarten twice because he had no English teaching before school. Or maybe like moving again once the same child was in 8th grade and already had fantastic friends where he was just because he heard the weather was better in North East!" Jimin of course wasn't sure if he was supposed to be hearing all if this so he tried to sneak out of the nurses office but sadly hit his hip on the edge of a table and was compromised. The two heads simultaneously snapped to jimin st the same time, one gaze a lot kinder then the other. Jimin awkwardly smiled and forcibly laughed, "sorry, I'll be going now, I think my nose stopped bleeding. Thanks for the bandaids Nurse K." The woman nodded, her smile was kind, "I'm sorry we ran out of the regular ones. I just had those I'm my purse and it's my emergency stash for my daughter. I hope it's ok that they are pink and blue." Jimin shook his head, "it's ok, really. I like the colors. They're my favorite actually. You could probably tell, ya know, my hair and all." The woman let out a small laugh, "I guess so. But Jimin, are you sure you dont want to tell the principal this time?" Jimin nodded yes. "Why not sweetie? If you tell the principal who is doing this they could get suspended or something. You don't have to endure this bullying." Jimin sighs, "What happens when they come back from suspension? They just say 'Oh golly gee I realized what I've done wrong sorry ol jimin pal!' No, they'll kill me. I'd rather be bleeding then dead." The woman sighs back, "Ok. Just, try not to get hurt anymore ok. I'm running low on supplies." Jimin nods his head before leaving. Right before he exits the main office to go to class there's a hand on his arm and Jimin curls in on himself, ready to be hit. But it never comes, instead a deep, slightly gravelly voice fills his ears, "Don't tell anyone." Jimin opens his eyes and looks up to see Yoongi, looking quite anxious at that. "Don't tell anyone what?" Yoongi rolled his eyes, "what you heard in there. Don't tell them about the schools or the score and dont you fucking say a word about my dad. Jimin nods, "I want planning on it." He started to leave but Yoongi's grip stayed firm. He looked back at the boy and Yoongi was giving him a confused look, "What?" "Why do you let them do it?" Jimin furrows his eyebrows, "Who do what?" Yoongi mutters a swear under his breath, "Why do you let those shit heads hurt you? I've seen you dance when I'm passing by the dance class, you have muscle even if your cute oversized sweaters cover it. You could take them but instead you let them hurt you because what? You're gay? Why dont you fight back?" Jimin almost laughs, "I'm not much if a fighter. Even if I could've take them I wouldn't want to. Small, ignorant minds talk with their fists." Yoongi scoffs, "Well I don't find it too smart to allow yourself to get beat up every day. It's not stupid to fight back, it's self defense, it's bravery." Jimin shakes his head, "Your bravery is nothing but a mask to hide your emotions. My bravery is coming to school every day even when I know what awaits me. I'm not going to stoop to their level. They only hurt me because they are afraid of me." Yoongi cocks an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?" Jimin smirks, "Let's face it, I'm hotter then half of the girl population at this school and almost all if the boys. I scare them because I threaten their idea of masculinity and make them question their idea of sex." That was when Yoongi knew he wanted Jimin. There was something about the way the boy had said those words that left Yoongi stunned. Jimin shook Yoongi hand off and left. That was also the day Yoongu decided to beat the living shit out of anyone who hurt Jimin. A few months pass and Jimin doesn't get beat up quite as often and he is starting to get suspicious. He doesn't get why its stopping but then it all goes to hell as he's walking home one day. Three boys jump him and start to beat him up. Jimin doesnt really know what happened at first but all of the sudden he's on the ground and his favorite sweater has holes in it while one of the guys from the football team kicks him repeatedly in the side. As he comes to terms that this is where he'll die Jimin shuts his eyes and tries to curl into himself as the three continue to kick and punch him. But then it stops and Jimin hears a few grunts and then shoes running on the pavement and then there's a hand on his cheek, gentle and warm. Jimin slowly opens his eyes and sees the face of Min Yoongi. His lip is busted but aside from that he looks unscathed. The boy looked at Jimin in concern as he tried to sit up but doubled over in pain. Yoongi helped him sit up and then spoke, "What happened? I swear to god I'm gonna kill those bastards, I tell them that if they ever hurt you at school again I'll kill them and then they go and wait for you outside of school. I'm gonna destroy them." Most of what Yoongi was saying was rambling and if Jimin were honest he barely understood because he kept looking at the olders bottom lip where blood was coming from that was covering his chin. Jimin brought his hand up and brushed Yoongi's lips, effectively shutting him up, "You're bleeding. " "Jesus fucking christ Jimin. Who cares about my lip when you are bleeding and bruised-" Jimin pouted, "Me. I do." They sit there for a few seconds just looking at each other, realizing what Jimin Just said. Yoongi broke the gaze off when he felt his cheeks start to turn red and moved to take his jacket off, "Here, put this on. Your shirt is ripped pretty badly." Jimin looked at the jacket in awe, "I didnt know you could take it off. I've never seen you without it on. This is so weird!" "Oh for god's sake just put the damn thing on." Jimin struggled at first but was finally able to put it on. The two spoke just a bit longer before Jimin agreed to go with Yoongi to his house, Yoongi only offered because his father wasn't home. It was there that the two great closer. Jimin found out that Yoongi actually didnt smome but had only tried it out once in the ninth grade and never did it again because of all the coughing he did afterwards. People only assumed he got addicted after that. Jimin also found out that Yoongi was really into music and that he didnt want ti fo ti some ivy league school for college but actually wanted to peruse music. Yoongi found out that Jimin is planning on going to a preforming arts college after high school and that he had been dancing ever since he was three years old. He also found out that jimin is heavily inspired by love poems and short stories and he loves to write in his spare time. That night the two boys fell in love and nothing else in the world mattered to them in that moment. Not bullies or strict abusive fathers. Not grades or sexuality. Only love.