#idk why you guys are suddenly getting drabbles but HERE WE ARE

[aller-geez]

Remi has been waiting weeeeeks for his new Guardin hoodie that he preordered to come in the mail. This morning though, he found the box stuffed full of merch he bought online sitting neatly on their front porch. He scrambled to get the hoodie out of the packaging and shortly, he had the clothing pulled over his head and his arms were the last to slide through. Once on, he tugged down the sides of the hoodie and adjusted it to his liking, only able to see himself partially when looking down and at an awkward angle.

Remi huffed, racing into another bedroom where he knew there was a full length mirror he could use..

But he didn’t think about the fact that the spare room was hit with direct sun around that time of day, and the sun rays would easily pour through the huge windows and sliding glass door..

Just as the wolf turned the door handle to the bedroom and practically ran into the room with excitement, the sunlight that illuminated the small room bore deep into his optic nerves. Suddenly the world went dark, and the normally intense radioactive green color of his irises was now a cloudy, mottled whiteish green.

“F-fuck..” Remi spat before throwing both hands over his nose and mouth, a rather large tickle quickly barreling down to the tip of his nose.

“Hhh’ISCHHIH! Hh’IISCHH! HH’IETSH’UE!!” Remi sneezed in rapid succession into his open palms, ducking back out of the bedroom quickly until his vision had completely returned.

“Damn photic sneezes..” Remi growled in a low rumble, scrubbing at his nose with his index knuckle.

[xiao-kisserr]

convenience store shopping late at night -

feat: scaramouche

a/n: it's literally 2am rn and i got inspired to write this because i myself can't sleep but idk what I'm gonna give you guys since it's late so this might not make sense 😘 also kinda short but also lengthy drabbles because my thoughts abt this are in shambles, i also feel like the drabble kinda ends really suddenly 😓 but the inspo just dried out at the end, this was also supposed to have separate characters not just scara but I got impatient so 👍

note: as always possibly this might be ooc🤥, not proofread there will be mistakes in here, gn! reader, lower case intended as well, also soft scara because i need it 🙏

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you lay on your bed, tossing and turning as the time passed. no matter what position you were in, if the blanket was on or off, you couldn't fall asleep despite all of your attempts. you even tried to go on your phone in hopes of it tiring you out but of course, it didn't work and your tossing and turning seemed to wake up the person you were sharing your bed with.

"stop moving so much" scaramouche's tired voice called out groggily, sleep lacing his words. you turned to look at him and frowned, "i can't sleep" you replied. scaramouche sighed, grabbing your wrist he pulled you closer to him and rest his head on your shoulder. "just close your eyes" he whispered as he slowly went back to sleep.

you tried to rest as well but it felt worse with your boyfriend's hand draped over you, almost trapping you. "kuni.." you whispered, poking his cheek. there was no response and you thought that perhaps he had fallen into a deep sleep so he couldn't hear you but he responded with a tired sound before releasing you. he sat up with another sigh and got out of bed to grab his shoes. you continued to lay in bed confused with his actions.

"well? are you coming or do i have to ask you nicely?" scaramouche's words were all bite and no bark and despite there being a slight edge in his words his face held a soft look albeit a bit tired. you scrambled out of bed and grabbed your coat and shoes. "but it's night and we're going out in pajamas?" you asked, tieing your shoe laces together. "[name], it's 2 in the morning who's going to ask why we're in our pajamas at this time of the night" scaramouche asked as you both left the apartment. "fair enough.." you mumbled back as the two of you walked out of the apartment block and down the street to a convenience store. you passed very few people, some were drunk adults who were stumbling home after a night out and others were students enjoying a night walk to take a break from studying.

you entered the store and scaramouche turned to you"take anything you want" he said, grabbing his drink and food of choice. you circled the small store and grabbed your snacks, immediately, scaramouche took them out of your hands and walked up to the cashier to pay for everything. you stood by the entrance of the store, waiting for him to come back.

"catch" his voice called out as he mimicked throwing your drink at you. seeing your shocked face he stopped with a grin and handed you your food and drink, "just kidding~ you should've seen your face" you scoffed and opened your drink to take a small sip from it.

"by the way you're paying me back" scaramouche stated as he grabbed your hand and started walking back home. "what? wait kuni you're just joking right, because you're such an amazing boyfriend who pays for their partner, right?" you asked. he scoffed, "yeah normally, but you decided to wake me up at 2am so you're paying this time" you frowned slightly before sighing, "fine that is true, i'll pay you back. how much was it? i'll give it when we get back to the apartment room. but i'm not sure how much ca-" you were interrupted by scaramouche's lips on yours. it was a small peck and not much but you were stunned nonetheless. he looked at you and rolled his eyes but you still noticed his ears turning red. "idiot, i meant with a kiss" he whispered.

you slowly began to grin once you fully processed what happened. "if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked kuni~" you teased before leaving a small kiss on his cheek. you then took your hand out of his soft hold and ran to your apartment. "cmon hurry up, i want to eat" you said as you took off your coat and shoes. you were already in bed and under the covers with your snacks in hand when scaramouche walked into your apartment and locked the door. he quickly took off his shoes and joined you in bed.

"want me to put something on to watch on the laptop or?" he asked. you shook your head, "nah, i just want to talk or something" you replied as you began to eat your store food. before you knew it, you started to feel your eyes struggling to stay open and you fell asleep. scaramouche noticed this and quietly put away the food, he made sure you were comfortable before laying beside you with his hand draped over you.

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also happy new year!! i slept through the countdown (again) but i hope this year will be decent

[jcbbby]

just posting this on it's own. a short drabble about Jamie being ready to knock a guy on his ass for harassing you. (lol I actually hate how this came out but idk I have no inspiration today, my uterus is leeching my entire brain activity today.)

Warnings: Just a lot of swears and violence suggested.

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Counterfeit had just finished their last show of the tour, and the band decided to go out to celebrate. You had been with them throughout the tour, watching Jamie be a rock star from the side of the stage every night. The guys had heard of a cool bar downtown from some of the locals, so you all piled into the van and headed to the bustling city center.

“You guys can go on, I’m just going to have a smoke out here first.” Jamie nodded to the band as he leaned against the wall outside, reaching into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.

The guys went on in, while you stood next to Jamie. “I’ll wait out here with you.” You smiled, as you nuzzled up to him.

The sidewalk was scattered with a few other people smoking or on phone calls. The streets were busy, being a Saturday night. A rowdy group of young men were stumbling up down the sidewalk toward you, seeming to be deep into their night already. As they clamored past you, one of the men looked you up and down with a devilish smirk.

“Oooh, look at those legs! Hey, baby.” He winked as his friends pulled him along inside the door.

Rolling your eyes, you let a little snort of air through your nose. Turning to Jamie, you both chuckle to yourselves as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“Seems like they’re having a good night.” He raised his eyebrows and scoffed.

“Lads lads lads lads.” You chant.

With a slight breeze through the nighttime air, you feel yourself shiver slightly. You were wearing a dark green minidress, fitted tightly to your frame, with a cropped leather jacket. Not really enough for the early autumn night, but sometimes you have to sacrifice comfort for the sake of the outfit.

“Ooh, it’s kind of chilly.” You shivered, turning to Jamie. “I’m gonna head inside and get a drink. Meet you at the bar?”

“Of course, darling, I’ll be along in a sec.” He smiled.

You nodded and turned to enter the building. Weaving through people as you make your way to the bar, you catch a glimpse of Tristan and Sam at a table against the wall. You leaned against the bar top as you reach it, and order yourself a cocktail and a non-alcoholic beer for Jamie. Sipping your drink, sort of spacing out as you waited for Jamie to join you, you were suddenly shocked to consciousness by a hand placing a firm grip on to your ass. Whipping around, half expecting to see Jamie smirking, instead you were met with the same drunken man who had catcalled you outside. Without a second thought, you quickly shove him backward.\

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You yell.

He chuckled. “Oh come on, baby, let me get you a drink.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You turned yourself back to the bar, rolling your eyes.

“I was hoping you’d do the honors.” He slinked his arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Get off of me!” You squirm, trying to push him away.

“Hey, asshole! The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You heard Jamie’s voice boom behind you.

He quickly through his hands down on the guy’s shoulders, ripping him away from you, and putting himself between you and the drunken man.

The man held his hand up. “Hey buddy, we were just talking.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Why don’t you get lost, buddy.” Jamie glared, turning his back to the man. You could see the anger tensing the muscles in his face.

“Pfft, whatever man. You know what, fuck you and your cunt girlfriend. Dressed like a whore, I bet she’s been passed around town. You enjoy that.” He looked at you as he spoke.

Jamie whipped around, slamming his hand on the bar top, the veins in his arm bulging. “What the fuck did you just say about her?” He stepped up to the man and delivered a short but firm shove to his chest.

“Jamie…” You cautioned, reaching out your arm to grab the sleeve of his jacket.

“Yeah, listen to your whore, Jamie.” The man smirked.

You shot daggers at the man. In a swift move, Jamie gripped your drink in his hand, chucking plastic cup full of liquid and ice at the man. Ice cubes ricocheted off his face, before he reached up to wipe the beverage from his eyes. You stood behind Jamie still, not knowing what to do.

“You better walk the fuck away right now.” Jamie spat.

“Hey man, what the fuck?” The man yelled and shoved Jamie forcefully.

Jamie shoved him back. “Come on, you wanna hit me? You really wanna do this here?” He held him by the shirt collar, threatening a fist.

The guy looked at his clenched fist, hesitating to respond. He pried Jamie’s hand off his collar, stumbling backward with another shove as he distanced himself.

“Man, she isn’t even worth it, fuck you both.” He knocked over the bottle of Jamie’s non-alcoholic beer on to the floor, flipping his middle finger as he walked away shaking of your drink from his arms.

“Fucking dick…” Jamie seethed as he turned back to you, running a hand through his hair. “You okay, love?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m good…I can’t believe you were about to fight a guy for me.” You giggled.

He chuckled and leaned against the bar. “I guess I just can’t handle the sight of another guy with his hands on my girl.” He pulled you in closer to him, meeting you at your lips.

“Your hands are the only ones I want on me.” You smirked, leaning up to his ear. “And you can put your hands anywhere you want to tonight.” You kissed his neck before pulling back.

"Oh, I will baby. I will." He grinned, looking at you with desire.

[coffeeshub]

So.. idk why I had to post this out of the blue, after like,,, a year of being inactive

But well.. here you go

A Bucky Barnes drabble no one asked for and inspired by an instagram edit I can't find now. (If anyone finds it please tell me🫶🏼)

She's the flirty assistant therapist and he's just.. him

Warnings- Swearing and my writing

I ran through the halls as fast as my legs could take me. After missing the first five therapy sessions with the client, I doubt Dr. Raynor would be welcoming me with confetti and open arms. Especially if I'm running half an hour late.

In my defence, I was not trying to get laid with the guy from the bar yesterday. But he was cute, he approached me, was respectful yet charming and he had freaking dimples. Plus, I had busted my ass in the last few weeks for my medical exam. So I deserved the break.

As for the matter at hand now, I checked in with my card, nearly breaking the poor machine and turned around to reach for the 'therapy room'.

Suddenly my vision was blocked and I stumbled into something– someone. Of course, the floor had to be just wiped and wet. Of course, my foot slipped and small gasp rose in my throat when my body tilted backward of its own accord. I was two seconds away from falling on my ass when a hand shot out and gripped my wrist, pulling me back up into a standing position.

My eyes were still shut tight, embracing the fall that never came. Thanks to the arm tightly wound around my waist. Someone's light breathing fanned my face softly and I opened my eyes to find a pair of light grey-blue eyes staring at me.

Holy shit.

My breath hitched. Dark, wavy, just the right length hair. A light stubble, eyes the color of ocean, faint veins visible on his neck as he gulped.

I opened my mouth to say something, but shut it before I could embarrass myself. He lightly bit his lip before his hand momentarily tightened around my waist and he released his hold on me, stepping back.

"Running late?" God, he had a sexy voice. He was looking at me, his face relaxed and a half smirk playing at his lips.

A loud bang echoed into the room, startling me. I looked back to see the receptionist giving off apolegic glances at everyone looking at her.

I snapped out of whatever haze I was into. The man was hot but having my ass whooped by Dr. Raynor was not. I cleared my throat and smiled slightly at him, muttering an awkward "Yeah no sorry, thank you."

I quickly rushed past him, brushing our hands while doing so. Damn that was such a hormone-y teenager move. What the fuck was wrong with me?

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I all but barged into the 'therapy room', leaving the door open and expecting to find Dr. Raynor talking with- what was his damn name? James. James Barnes. But all I found was an annoyed looking Doctor, ready to leave, with no client in sight. She glanced at me at my grand entrance and huffed in annoyance. I tried my absolute fucking best to not let the smile slip as Dr. Raynor looked at me -at an weird angle- like an annoyed child.

"Finally decided to grace the room with your presence did you? Both of you?"

Both of us? I turned around to find—

My jaw almost dropped. The man from the hallway. He was looking at me with somewhat of a similar expression I must be giving him. But it quickly turned into a small smirk as his eyes roamed over me.

"Well, hello."

Was that for me or the doc? Who knows. I shrugged and turned back to her. Giving her an apologetic smile and a professional handshake. Which was just me buttering her up and she knew it. I normally wouldn't even give her a glance when I entered the office. We had a kinda friendly relationship that way.

"Doc! Long time no see. How are you?", I tried to cheer her up, giving her the sweetest smile I could muster up.

She just groaned, not falling for my antics. "We'll talk about this later. Bucky." She turned to him, giving him a pointed glare. "Thank you for showing up, I must say. Sit, let's just jump to the point now."

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I couldn't concentrate. At all.

Dr. Raynor wasn't amused. At all.

Bucky didn't mind. At all.

In fact, he seemed to be even less interested in being here than me, if his staring and subtle flirting were any indication.

Dr. Raynor was rambling something about mixing with the outer world, getting out there, and stuff.

"You know," I prompted when she finished and there was an awkward pause. "I do agree with going out there, try having some fun, clubs, bars, fucks, etc, etc.."

The doctor glared at me, oh if looks could kill.

"Sorry, sorry. Unethical dancing venues, unrequited alcohol consumptions, sexual intercourses, etc, etc."

Bucky was looking at me with a smile on his face. He licked his lips slowly and oh god, if I didn't die right there.

Dr. Raynor opened her mouth, looking furious, but Bucky quickly cut her off. "You know, I'm actually kind of feeling better right now, maybe we could stop today's session here? I'll even give you the diary thing next time. I- uh I planned on banging a water park today with Sam, you know- uh, trying to get out there?"

She appeared to have gotten tired of our never ending antics today and just given up. We received a helpless nod.

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"Quite a show, you put on there." Bucky smirked at me as we stepped out of the office together.

I just shrugged and smiled innocently back at him. If he was staring at me back inside, I wondered how I hadn't melted already with all the eye fucking he was doing right now. He knew what he was doing. But I was better.

"Well, technically, I wasn't wrong. Fucking is statistically proven to relieve stress."

"Is it now?" I felt something stir inside me at his tone. Damn it. Why did this man have to be this sexy?

"I'd love to have some options then, Ms. Therapist, do you happen to know anyone?"

"Maybe I do." I shrugged mysteriously. "What's your type, Mr. Barnes?"

"I dunno. Brunette hair, brown eyes, glasses, light freckles, tight jeans and a damn pikachu hoodie doesn't seem bad."

I almost blushed at his description of me. He wasn't smirking at me anymore. More like, assessing me. Damn his hotness.

"Tonight at 8, Apple Bees just down the street. I'm going with my friends if you can make it. Bye, Mr. Barnes." I rushed away before I lost my confidence.

[goldenhypen]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ under a shared umbrella .

PAIRING ! park sunghoon x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.4k

PROMPT(S) ! 25. sharing an umbrella ;; 29. nudging them to show they are right beside them // requested by a lovely anon <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! i’m back with another drabble already ahhsjjs idk how some of y’all upload sm so consistently sjsjsj but yes anyways enjoy this y’all, it was a rlly fun one to write <3

under the chilliness of the wet air, and enjoying the quietness of the empty park, sunghoon stood, waiting for you with an umbrella in hand as he held it over his body to keep himself dry.

and suddenly, he felt a heavy knock to his side.

“hi,” you said innocently with a wide and playful smile on your lips. “have you been waiting for a long time?”

he just looked at you, admiring you with love in his eyes and a small smile on his lips before he used them to capture your own.

not expecting the sudden loving contact, your shoulders tensed up for a moment and your eyes widened just slightly before relaxing under his touch.

he was missing you so much and it was driving him crazy, and so with your lips finally on his, he put his occupied arm down, lowering the umbrella and dropping it on the ground before he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you into him.

raindrops hit the top of your heads and your arms, wetting your skin, but neither of you gave a care to the world; you just enjoyed the moment. society may find this kind of scene cliché or cheesy, but you two cherished the moment—basked in it—only pulling each other closer.

it was only after a few moments that the cold snapped sunghoon back to reality, removing him from euphoria with you as soon as he pulled away a few inches.

his eyes were still on your lips, and you stared at him confused, wondering why he pulled back.

“we should go,” he whispered.

“why?” you responded softly, staring at his lips too.

he pressed his forehead onto yours, replying, “as much as i love this romantic atmosphere, it’s cold out here, and i don’t want you getting sick.”

your eyes crinkled as a smile reached your lips, and you complied with a single nod.

sunghoon then knelt down slightly, picking up the umbrella before holding it over you both (but mostly over you if anything).

you wrapped your arm around his, sharing warmth with one another after now understanding what he meant when he mentioned the cold.

and with that, you two began walking, with each step, returning closer to the bustling city where you two resided.

excitement grew within sunghoon’s chest, as he couldn’t wait to get you home and get right back to where you two left off.

A/N. hope you guys enjoyed, thanks for reading ^_^ <3

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[miscelunaaa]

spin cycle 19 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: Swearing. Confessions. Kissing. Fucking finally.

notes: I’m feeling punchy!! We’ve all had a really long week! I reclaimed my buffer last night! So idk have an early chapter let’s gooooo party party yeah. See you Monday!

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He finds you sitting on the floor, in front of the TV, the controller sitting unused in front of you as you scroll through something on your phone. How is it that you can still seem so intimidating even in such a casual environment?

Curse his shy demeanor. He could have asked you out to dinner by now, if he had Namjoon’s confidence.

You look up when you hear him shuffle on the carpet. For the briefest moment, you hold his gaze, and he feels like he’s on fire. But then, you say:

“Oh, hey, I’ve got your hoodie. Do you want it back now?”

Without a second thought, he answers: “Sure.”

You rise from the floor and walk back to your room, pocketing your phone as you go. Jungkook’s not sure if he’s supposed to follow, but he does anyway. He doesn’t want to walk in on Namjoon and your roommate doing anything weird.

His hoodie is draped over the back of your desk chair, and you fold it with practiced ease. There’s something so easy about being around you,

“Wait, if you don’t want it now, we can just set it by your coat? It’s kind of warm in here, I guess.” It’s the way you’re biting your lip after you say the words that has him making a potentially regrettable choice.

“I like you.”

Kook, you absolute fuckwagon! Why would you—

“You like me?” Your voice is small, fragile even, as it meets his ears.

“Um.” He rubs the back of his neck. He can feel his heart pounding, a rushing sound running through his ears. “Yeah. I—wow—”

“I like you, too.”

He almost misses the words. They’re so quiet. The only reason they register at all is because his heart goes from running away to coming to a full stop. He’s reeling.

“What.”

He says it as a statement, not even a question. What are words again? What are statements? Questions? What are—

“I like you, too. I, um … I think you’re cute. I’d like to get to know you better.”

You’re fidgeting nervously, your hands twisting around each other like Jungkook’s own thoughts have twisted about themselves. Somehow, you find it within yourself to keep speaking.

“I’m not mad about the thing a few weeks ago. I was—I overreacted. My ex was an asshole and when we broke up he said some shit and I was in my head but I’ve been seeing my therapist again and it’s better and I’m not mad and—”

You stop suddenly, biting your lip hard enough that he’s concerned you’ll bleed. Jungkook wants to bite it instead, but gently, as it deserves to be treated. Just a nibble. Just a taste is all he wants.

“I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I—”

“Can I kiss you?”

The words are so quiet when he says them, but you look at him and nod, and suddenly he’s closed the distance, pressing his own lips to yours.

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posted: 5.13.2022

[bangtansmauyeondan]

THIRTY-FIVE | S02 E02 - Seriously? (Drabble after images)

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

SERIES TAGLIST: @fragmentof-indifference @babyboo22 @dionysusenthusiast @luaspersona @timelessruins @royallyjjk @sandraviolante-blog @quarter-life-crisis2 @jub-jub @pb-n-juju @jeonxgoogiee @sugaluvmyg

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @astronaut-jin-moon @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @pinkseokchim @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111

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*pop*

The sound of the champagne cork popping off and the liquid fizzing over prompted the loud cheers inside the studio after the success of the morning show premiere. You couldn’t explain how elated and relieved at the same time you all were after the last artist’s trailer left the parking lot. Considering the logistics and other grueling preparation, specifically artist booking, that comes with the outdoor concert series, you agreed that you’re only doing it every Sunday morning to kick off the week. The news segment proper though runs from Mondays through Saturdays— and yes, Wake Up, World was produced to have zero days off because as Yoongi likes to put it, “the world doesn’t stop turning.”

“Congratulations, everyone!” Namjoon started as Jimin poured everyone else’s drinks. “When Yoongi pitched the idea to me, I didn’t think we’d be able to pull it off because of time constraints—“

“Six weeks…” Yoongi added.

“But shame on me, because I failed to realize at first that once we put all our heads together and look towards one direction, nothing is impossible,” Namjoon paused as everyone cheered around him. “I know this team always comes through, because the best thing about you is how you know your limits well— individually you do— but you guys don’t stay within those limits. You overcome them each day.” He raised his glass as he acknowledged everyone in the room with a nod, “Good job everyone. To Wake Up, World!”

“To Wake Up, World!” You all clinked your glasses before enjoying your drinks and the hors d’oeuvres that Hoseok prepared.

“Joon, I’ll get going in a few minutes since I need to get some sleep, I have work tonight” you approached your friend and gave him a hug. “Congratulations, bud.”

“Thank you, really. Oh, you guys have a show tonight?” Namjoon returned your hug before taking your champagne away. “I know you’re driving, put this down.”

“Yep!”

Mingyu overheard your conversation with Namjoon and subtly nudged Jungkook. “Yn’s leaving soon, you sure you don’t want to ask her out for brunch?” He whispered.

“Why would I want to do that?” Jungkook whispered back.

“Come on. You lost your chance in college. Didn’t see her for years. Ended up working in the same company, ended up working on a project together, but you still keep on skipping around her.” Mingyu pouted. “You’re single, she’s single. You want to marry her after two years…” Mingyu snickered, eyes disappearing in amusement.

“Yah… do you have a death wish?” Jungkook glared at his friend.

“Yn, Jungkook wants to say something before you leave…” Mingyu suddenly piped up.

“No I don’t” Jungkook denied.

“Oh yeah?” Crossing your arms in front of you, you smirked at Jungkook. “You did have a lot to tell me the past few days though!” You called him out recalling how he gave you so much shit and kept teasing you after the Kim Seokjin situation.

“Did I?” Jungkook chuckled.

“OH I KNOW!” You clapped your hands. “I know you’re a little shy, so you want me to help you out as one of your besties…” You stated sarcastically before sauntering over to where Sohyun stood.

Jungkook felt the panic rise up his chest.

“Sohyun, Jungkook would love to take you out on a date tonight. He’s making reservations at Wolfgang. Will you be available?”

“Yn, seriously?” Jungkook exclaimed, making everyone turn their attention on him. Mingyu started losing it behind him, unable to believe what just came out of your mouth. He had to act fast though, because Sohyun’s excitement is already glowing on her face and everyone around him was waiting for him to say something. “I mean… seriously, Yn?” He chuckled nervously. “You didn’t have to do that for me! You’re so sweet!” He laughed a little over enthusiastically.

“Oh stop! You know I’m always ready to help!” You winked at him, rejoicing internally. “Anyway, I’m gonna get going, everyone! Enjoy your date later, pretty,” you gave Sohyun a hug before making your way to the door.

Jungkook stared you down on your way out. “What the fuck? Seriously? I don’t even like her like that.” He told you as you passed by him out of everyone’s earshot.

“But she likes you like that,” you grinned. “Payback time, handsome. Enjoy your date!” You winked at him before giving Mingyu a high-five and walking out the door.

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A/N - Bonus part coming up next! Remember on the last update when DK brought up something from 12 years ago? We’ll finally find out what happened back then!

[sunookkii]

a/n : so like I was watching videos on youtube and stumbled upon heart monitor videos so I was just wondering hmmmmm how would enhypen be if their s/o made them wear a heartbeat monitor and then their heart beat changes drastically- ANYWAY I hope y’all enjoy this imagine ;)

also its not really read proof so sorry if there’s minor mistakes!!!

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^sort of a Drabble???

Enhypen wearing a heartbeat monitor around you

Pairing : Enhypen ot7 x Reader

Genre : fluff

Warning : none

Requested : no~

Heeseung :

You two were just bored and remembered you had a heartbeat monitor because one time you just bought it because yeah.. anyway lol

You bring it out and you force him to put it on to see if his heart beats faster around you,, cuz y’know you were curious

He puts it on right,, and you start staring at him and doing aegyo to see if his heart reacts differently and tbh you dont even need the heart monitor to tell that his heart is beating fast

Cuz like^^^he’s like literally blushing and hiding his face from you with his hands or just away from you like that aegyo challenge enhypen did 0/10 he doesnt wanna be tortured like this anymore because the whole day his heart just kept going beep beep 😭

Makes you try it on

Jay :

You found this at someone’s house because idk you ask them 😭

Anywayyyy you ask them if you can borrow it to try it on your bf jay because you were curious if he still got butterflies around you and if his heart beats faster around you

So your here like pressuring him to try it on cuz why tf not :D

His reaction to that is like wtf 😭 and you’re like “i wanna see if your heart beats faster around me :)” then he ends up putting it on.

He puts it on with a super straight cold face and you just stare at him and do weird hand gestures in front of his face and it clearly didn’t change anything, but then when you go closer to his face pretending you’re about to kiss him his heart beat goes beep beep beep

And you’re like “AHHHH YYAYYY IT WORKS”

He gets flustered, and asks for a real kiss “gimme a real kiss”

After you kissed him his heart beat went up really really high-

Jake :

You guys are just hanging out like you usually do and you remember that his brother is studying to become a doctor (i think it was a doctor cuz i heard from a fan call) then you ask jake “doesn’t you’re brother have a heart monitor somewhere”

“Yeah its on the table”,, you go grab and tell him to put it on 😏 “i wanna see if your heart beats faster around me”

And then hes like lol okay, but then he’s lowkey scared you’re gonna tease him because inside he knows that the little things you do make him BLUSH so tbh he is not ready to expose himself…

So then he like hesitantly puts it on and is like what now? and you’re like now we wait to see if you react :) you two are just lowkey having a staring contest cuz hes awkward like that

And then slowly his heart beat just goes up +1 every second and when you go closer to his face to get a better look, his monitor is quickly goes to +10 every second

“AHHH LOOK LOOK AT YOUR MONITOR!!!!”

“uh haha hah 😀”

^^gets super shy and awkward, and freezes

Your ego boosts higher knowing the simplest things you do can make his heart go boom boom

Sunghoon :

Hes so unbothered by it, you’re just like ‘here’ and hes like ‘okay??’

He puts it on to satisfy you and goes back to what he’s doing and you check his monitor and it doesn’t go up,,, BUUUT then you on the other hand trying to trigger it you lean closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He starts like hesitating and doesnt know what to do so all hes saying is “what???” with his nervous smile and all you hear then is his heart beat monitor going beep beep as you lean closer to him

Hes a blushing mess, try’s to do it back to you and tells you it’s your turn to put on the monitor-

But then like you wouldn’t even be having the monitor on yet but he’s already hovering on top of you to see your reaction, lets just say he makes your heart also go boom boom as well

Sunoo :

You guys like to go shopping online all the time because idk that sounds like something you would do together

But last week you bought a cheap heartbeat monitor for like $10 and it finally came today and you were lowkey soooo excited to try it on sunoo

And youre like SUNOO, BABY, SUNSHINE, SHMOOKUMS!! I have a heart beat monitor here try it on, and hes like what does it do and you’re like it monitors you’re heart beat and i wanted to try it on you to see if your heart beats different around me 👉👈

So then he starts flirting with you and is like ahhh so you wanna know if my heart beats faster around you? Well my heart ALWAYS beats faster when you’re around 😏

You lowkey get flustered so you quickly go ya ya ya try it on so he tries it on and his heart does nothing. But hes still smiling???? Hmmm weird.

So you start pouting cuz youre lowkey sad cuz his heart beat did nothing it just stayed neutral 60, but then once you started pouting and being naturally cute his heartbeat went from 60 -> 112 and he tried his best to hide it but then the monitor caught your eye and you’re like “AHHHH YAYY”

Still gets embarrassed and hides his face in your neck. You now owe him cuddles because you made him feel embarrassed

Jungwon :

One day you just found a heartbeat monitor and then you’re freaking out because you always wanted to try out something like this

“WONNIE WONNIE COME LOOK WHAT I FOUND” and hes like whatt and you explain that you found a cool monitor and he’s like oooooh lets play with it. So he tries it on first and his heart beat started off at 80 but then you just suddenly start becoming bold but also cuz you wanted a heartbeat reaction. So you lean in to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

even though you two have been dating for like 2 1/2 years he lowkey still gets super flustered

His heart beat like sunoo went from 80 -> 130, and hes like “WOIAH WOAH my heart”, he puts his hand on his heart cuz he was surprised it actually worked.

But at the same time he can’t stop smiling because of the fact you kissed him on the cheek

(He wore it for the whole day just to test it out but every time you even took a glance at him his monitor would go BEEP BEEP BEEP)

Niki :

So like niki just randomly had a heart monitor in his home and you found it in his drawer and youre like omggg its a heart beat monitor so then you’re running up to niki like a little excited kid and your like here put this on

And him on the other hand trying to play his game whyyyy, you literally have to beg him to put on the monitor but he ends up putting it on so you can stop bothering him

hes actually calm at first but then youre lowkey sad cuz nothing happened, so then youre like is it broken??

You lean your face closer to his and he gets flustered because of how close you two are right now then all of a sudden all you hear is his monitor going beep beep, and then at the same time you made him lose his game because all of his attention went to you

And hes like 😳 the type to hide his face in the crook of your neck because he’s embarrassed

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: three years later and yoongi is still very much in love with y/n

according to my period tracking app i’m due in four days so that explains why i felt the sudden urge to sit down and write this 

also i had to go back and read the wedding drabble to double-check a minor detail and.,,.., barfs i am so sorry for all of the ceo!drabbles the writing is so tragic 

i hope u enjoy this small product of my sappiness <3 

➺ pairing; ceo!yoongi x y/n  

➺ genre; idk just very sappy and gooey and if ur a ceo!couple stan ur going to love this 

➺ wordcount; 1.4k

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the first thing yoongi finds especially odd when he steps into the penthouse is the fact that it’s a little too quiet for his liking

he purses his lips as he shuts the door behind him, blindly turning the lock with a quiet click as he looks around

sure, it’s almost midnight, but you’re usually tinkering around in the kitchen for a snack or watching netflix on the couch whenever he comes home late... so where are you now? 

he’s about to call out for you when he suddenly remembers that hwayoung’s definitely fast asleep by this hour and that you’d murder him in cold blood if he accidentally woke her up and ruined her sleeping schedule (she gets very grouchy when she’s not following a set schedule - and yoongi knows her sour morning attitude was probably inherited from him but he sleeps more peacefully at night thinking that it’s because of one of your genes) 

yoongi places his keys on the top of the shoe cabinet quietly before reaching down to yank his laces loose

“woah.” he holds his hands out to keep himself steady after he stands up too quickly and his head starts to spin and he starts to see double 

oof 

maybe he should’ve slowed down with the wine at dinner

it’s not his fault he’s so weak for a good red!

“shower time, showah time…” yoongi murmurs to himself as he makes his way up the spiral staircase, gripping onto the railings tightly so that he doesn’t slip on his way up, “would you like to join me? wanna come with? lemme soap you up, girl-” he slurs, smiling cheekily to himself at the possibility of being able to run his hands all over your body in a few short minutes

he gives himself a high five when he makes it to the top of the staircase successfully, wobbling for a split second before nodding to himself and giving himself a mental pat on the back  

B-)

nice

the warm light coming from the crack in the door leaks into the hallway and yoongi shuffles towards it like a moth towards a flame, reaching up to fumble at his tie with boneless fingers-

oh

yoongi immediately freezes once he reaches the door, his heart skipping a beat in his chest when he catches a glimpse of you wearing your wedding dress through the crack

he watches curiously as you smooth your hand over the neckline before turning from side to side to look at yourself in the mirror

he wasn’t expecting to see this when he came up here but he’s definitely not complaining 

yoongi presses his hand against the door frame to keep himself from accidentally stumbling in and scaring you and ruining what seems to be a private moment 

it’s just that seeing you in your dress again is triggering a sudden flood of memories of your guys’ wedding day into his mind and it’s making his heart feel all funny (it’s actually just heartburn from the wagyu steak he wolfed down earlier) 

the corners of yoongi’s mouth immediately raise in a fond smile at the recollection of you staring up at him with so much love in your eyes as he slid the silver ring onto your finger 

it was a beautiful ceremony

the food was great

the champagne was fabulous

the after-party was super fun 

the after-after party where it was just you and him alone was definitely fun as well 

he can still recall the scent of you all over him when he woke up the next morning 

and obviously the honeymoon was great - who doesn’t like paris?! 

not to mention, you still look just as beautiful as you did on the day the two of you said i do

maybe it’s just because the alcohol is making him feel all goopy inside but he wants to be a part of whatever moment you’re having!!! 

“i’m pretty sure it’s bad luck for me to see you in your wedding dress before the wedding, darling.” yoongi pushes the door open with a creak and takes his bottom lip in between his teeth to keep himself from smiling too widely, “want me to close my eyes?”

“yoongi!” you gasp, pulling your veil up and over your head as you spin around quickly, “god, i don’t understand how your footsteps are so quiet- i really think i should put a bell on you or something-”

“what are you doing?” yoongi interrupts, tilting his head curiously as he offers you a soft smile, “hopefully not wearing your dress so you can run off and marry someone else.”

“no, obviously not-” you snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, “i was doing some cleaning earlier and i found the box and… i don’t know, i wanted to see if i could still fit into it and… well-” you sigh, turning back around to look at yourself in the mirror before flopping your arms down in defeat, “it doesn’t zip all the way up anymore.”

“to be fair, you’ve given birth to a child since our wedding.” yoongi raises a brow, glancing down at the zipper that’s stuck halfway up your back, “even if you didn’t fit into it at all it would still be totally fine-”

“yeah, but i had to suck in a lot just to get the stupid zipper up halfway-!” you whine quietly, pouting at yourself in the mirror before gesturing to your chest, “one sneeze and my boobs are going to pop out-”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to that-”

“you know, maybe i should’ve had spanx embedded into the dress instead of it being 100% silk because silk is not a very forgiving material-”

“oh, baby…” yoongi chuckles, slinking his arms around you from behind before leaning down to prop his chin up on your shoulder, “don’t be so hard on yourself! your body literally made a human being- forgive it if it can’t fit into a dress from, like, three years ago…”

“i guess…” you trail off, leaning back a little to rest your head against yoongi’s as you continue looking at yourself in the mirror with a pitiful little frown on your face, “it’s just hard to feel beautiful when i can’t fit into most of my old clothes…”

“hey, you cut that out right now.” the smile immediately drops from yoongi’s face and he frowns at you in the mirror disapprovingly, “so what if you can’t fit into the dress anymore? you’re beautiful and like, really hot and- and even after all this time i’m still super head-over-heels in love with you and you could be wearing a potato sack and i would still think you were the most beautiful woman to ever walk the planet and- and i love y-” 

“alright, you drunk, i get it.” you giggle lightly, reaching up to pat the side of yoongi’s warm face, “i love you more.”

“good.” yoongi smiles contently when it seems like you’ve cheered up a little from his (very good and extremely persuasive, in his opinion) pep talk, “love you most.” he murmurs, turning to press a kiss to your palm

“mhm. you reek of wine, by the way-” you wrinkle your nose playfully, letting yoongi sway you back and forth gently before reaching down to pat at his hand, “i think we should get you into the shower and then into bed.”

“i think we should get we into the shower and then into bed.” yoongi corrects you, pausing for a second to think over his words, “yeah. that makes sense.”

…,..,we should get we into the shower and then into bed…..,,.

that totally makes sense

you know what he means 

“i’m only joining you so that you don’t pass out halfway through and end up falling asleep against the wall like you did last time.” you remind him, though it’s obvious he’s hardly paying attention to what you’re saying because he’s too busy nipping at the side of your neck  

“mm. hey, you know what the best part is about the zipper not going all the way up?” yoongi grins, one of his arms sliding back from your waist so he can reach for the zipper, “it makes it much easier for me to get you out of this dress.”

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by the way | jungkook

→ summary: there are only two weeks left until graduation—which means you only have two weeks left until you’ll be nothing more than a facebook birthday notification on his phone (unless you do something about it, of course.) → genre: high school!au, humor, slight angst → warnings: none unless you’re terrified of two idiots mutually pining for e/o → words: 1.2K → a/n: ain’t it kinda weird that there were some people you met in high school that you considered your “friend” but never kept in touch with them after graduation? like ships that have sailed past each other, only being left with some hope of crossing someday. idk, high school was weird. anyway, enjoy!

—part of the bgw drabble marathon (Tropes #5)—

“So, have you asked anyone out to the graduation ball yet?” Hoseok asks you suddenly, his words muffled by the disgusting amount of pasta in his mouth. 

From the corner of your eye, Jungkook’s shoulders tense. You don’t mean to notice—you weren’t even supposed to be looking at him. He has his gaze trained downwards, shooting lasers at his rice with enough intensity to cook it twice over. 

“No, I haven’t,” you respond eventually. 

“Time is running out you know! It wouldn’t look good if the class valedictorian arrived at the party without some good ol’ eye candy,” Hoseok says. 

You scoff, taking a sip of your lukewarm apple juice. “Who says I need a man to make me look good?”

“Or woman, for that matter!” Chaeyoung pipes up. She wiggles her eyebrows, leaning across the lunch table until her chest almost gets a platter full of greasy cafeteria pizza. “You know, the offer is still open. I guarantee that if we went together, we’d be the prettiest bitches in the entire ballroom!”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re right, we would be… minus the fact that you’ve been pining over Eunbi for God knows how long, and it would be seriously shitty of me to deny you your last chance of getting together with her.”

Chaeyoung leans back, acquiesced. “Alright, you got me there,” she sighs, crossing her arms. “Still, you know I would drop everything and anything if you asked.”

“Not me though, I’m a selfish whore,” Jimin interrupts, reaching his minimum quota of giving his unsolicited opinion. He points finger guns at you. “I’m bringing my hot and sexy college boyfriend to the ball.”

“Oh right, how could we ever forget your mysterious ‘college’ boyfriend,” Hoseok scoffs, the quotation marks audible in his voice. “The one that we’ve never seen or heard of before, and also conveniently lives in a different city that is miles from here? That boyfriend?”

“Shut up!” Jimin glares, pointing his sharpened acrylic nail at him. “You’ll eat your words once you see how fucking gorgeous and hot and REAL my boyfriend is!” He turns to you, brows still quirked in irritation. “Anyway, as I was saying. Even though I’m going to the ball with my snookywookums, I’m willing to scout a date for you if you want.”

“I don’t think snookywookums is a Scrabble-verified word,” Hoseok says under his breath, nearly causing you to snort your pasta up your nose. 

“T-Thank you, Jimin,” you say, coughing through your laughter. Lucky for Hoseok, Jimin’s massive ego doubles as a noise-cancelling material. “But I’m fine, really. I’m more than happy just hanging out with my best friends over some random guy.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Chaeyoung coos, pinching your cheeks. 

“–and also improbable,” Hoseok snorts. “These two whores are definitely gonna spend that entire night fucking their dates,” Hoseok says, jabbing his thumb at your resident bimbo-himbo combo, “while I will be busy with DJ-ing at the event, so you’re pretty much outta luck, chief.”

“What the fuck? You’re gonna DJ at our fucking graduation ball?” you squawk. “Why the hell would you volunteer to do that?”

“For… experience?”

“Really.” 

Hoseok raises his hands in surrender with a pout. “Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to impress Namjoon. Fucking sue me for being a hypocrite!” 

“Ahah! The ogre has fallen in love with the prince!” Jimin hollers, earning himself a pinch in the tit from Hoseok.

You huff, annoyed. “Am I really being abandoned by all my friends? On one of our final days together as classmates before we inevitably part ways towards adulthood?”

A beat of guilty silence. Then:

“Yep!

“Totally!”

“You guys suck!”

You groan in defeat, rolling your eyes. “Fine then! I guess Jungkook and I will have to entertain each other, right Kook?”

The boy in question, who had been eerily quiet this entire lunch period, jolts in his seat after suddenly being addressed. His elbow hits the table with a bang, causing an impressive string of expletives to spill from his mouth. 

Jimin snorts, amused. “Damn, you good? What’s got loverboy all jumpy?” 

“Don’t call me loverboy,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as he cradles his injured elbow. 

“Well someone clearly pissed in your Cheerios. What’s up? Why are you being all broody and sulky?” Hoseok asks.

“I’m not being broody,” Jungkook says broodily. For a brief moment, your gaze catches his, but he quickly averts his eyes before you can get a good glimpse at the unknown emotion that tints them. “I just… got a bad grade in Chemistry. That’s all.”

“First time? I guess senioritis doesn’t hit all of us the same,” Jimin sniffs. “By the way, Kook. Do you have a date for the ball? If you do, then we can all shame Y/N into looking for a date and not feel guilty about it.”

“Hey!” you whine, but your attention is focused on Jungkook. You hold your breath, a looming sense of dread rising up your stomach like bile. A desperate plea rings through your head, crying out, “Please say you’ll go with me.”

As friends, you remind yourself.

Sure Jan, your inner voice replies.

Jungkook barks out a laugh, but it sounds hollow. “I, umm…” he trails off, fidgeting in his seat awkwardly. He puts down his chopsticks, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans. “I’m still, uh, working up the courage to ask her…”

“HER?! YOU LIKE GIRLS?” Chaeyoung screams, horrified. “Then why the FUCK have you been rejecting all those poor girls for the past four years?”

“I just wasn’t interested, I guess,” he shrugs. He pauses. “Wait, did you not know I was straight?”

“Kookie, I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but you recoil like a raccoon being spritzed with water every time a woman so much as looks at you,” Hoseok points out.

“I’m just shy,” he grumbles. 

To your left, Jimin nudges you gently. “Did you know?” he whispers, brows arched.

“Of course I did,” you snap. “That boy uses five-in-one shampoo and soap.”

Jimin leans back into his seat, a mystified expression on his face. “Damn, you’re right. And here I thought you just liked pining over him because you were a masochist.”

You choke on your own spit, feeling as though a large stone has just been dropped on your esophagus. You whirl towards Jimin with a death glare, but the shithead barely flinches in response. “What the fuck did you just say?” you seethe, panic clear in your voice.

“What did you say?” Jungkook repeats after you, jaw agape. You both make eye contact, and you notice the way Jungkook’s cheeks have flushed a deep red. You have no doubt in your mind that you aren’t faring any better. Shit!

“Now, we don’t have time to unpack all of that,” Hoseok interrupts. He gestures to the clock by the wall, which shows that your lunch period is about to end. He slams his lunch container shut, a large smirk on his face. “But this will definitely be a fun conversation for later, and I want front row seats.”

“Ditto! Text me once you’re out of your last class, okay?” Chaeyoung says, standing up with Hoseok. She blows a kiss your way and pats Jungkook endearingly on the head. “You guys have English together, right? Should be fun!”

“Gotta blast,” Jimin says, scrambling out of his seat before you can snap out of your daze long enough to twist his balls into a ponytail. He throws a mock salute at you, toothy grin on full display. “Have fun!”

Now left alone (i.e. abandoned) by your friends, you tentatively turn to look at Jungkook. You swallow thickly, cheeks flamin’ hot. “So, by the way…. About that date?”

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Liam Gallagher x Karaoke Loving Reader (blurb)

BEFORE WE START, I just want to clarify that Liam here is based on my imagination and definitely not what real Liam is like. Therefore this is 100% fictional and only based on him.

warnings: very little swearing, mentions of break up (but other than that it's awful fluff. Just disgusting amount of mushy fluffiness so-), cigarettes and alcohol (hA) and mentions of smut at the very end ;)

author's note: at first, I wanted this to be about what it would be like if Liam and you went to karaoke together but then decided that you guys met there too cause why not alsoooooo this is my first EVER Liam drabble and it might be a bit cringey help asjdfsdfhsirf so.. hope it's good enough for you!

- It's been two weeks since you broke up with someone and you haven't gone outside except for groceries and work.

- One night, your friend insisted you go out with them to karaoke night along with some friends! You missed karaoke if you were being honest so you decided to go.

- At the place, you met your friends' friends. Boom, one of them is Liam. You tried to smile a bit to be polite to everyone.

- After a few drinks, you got really drunk and sang your heart out. It was really loud and you don't sound very good anymore. Liam though, was very infatuated by your energy (and your cute, red, absolutely drunk cheeks why lie).

- You fell to your seat after Whitney Houston's "I Have Nothing". Liam slid next to you.

- "Quite the singer aren't ya?"

- "Not bad yourself," you slurred. He chuckled.

- Both of you ended up smoking outside because it was really loud inside and you could barely talk. Liam restricted you from drinking more.

- You learned that Liam is a singer. Suddenly you were very embarassed. You also talked about your ex and cried to him.

- He was nothing but sweet, patting your back and telling you everything's gonna be alright. But that's really about it. He was actually panicking when you started crying and didn't know what to do. He just knew that he never wanted to see you sad ever again.

- Under the moonlight, you realized how beautiful he was. Not long after, you blacked out.

- After that night, Liam kept telling his friend he wanted to go to karaoke night but won't say why. Of course his friends knew why.

- And after a couple of them, he finally got the courage to ask you out. It was only because you were oblivious to his crazy flirting and boasting.

- LET'S JUST SAY YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED (so imagine dilf Liam now).

- Every once in a while when Liam is home, you guys would ask Peggy to look after the baby (if you wanna have one idk. This looked like a cute touch to your domestic life- ANYWAYS) then go to karaoke with some friends!

- He'd take you on his vespa (let's say he can ride one because I have a photo of it) and whenever you guys talked, you'd yell because well, talking on a motorcycle.

- "Have you thought of your setlist yet?" He joked.

- "Would Champagne Supernova be a good starter?" You replied. Then he'd laugh and sing it over the wind.

- Liam's had a good portion of singing so he would just sit back and look at you adoringly.

- Well he'd sing sometimes. When he's already had a couple drinks and one of your friends do well and you applauded.

- "Bollocks, I can do bet'er than that," he'd say. You just laugh and hype him up. It's been a while since you've seen that big ego of his anyway.

- He'd hype you up too! Whenever you look like you cringed at youself, he'd say nice things about your singing.

- "Yeaaaaaaah! You fuckin' legend!"

- Definitely sitting on his lap, arm around his neck when you're singing slow romantic songs. (idk I'm down bad for him bye) He'd mouth the lyrics along with you and when you can't reach the high notes, you'd aim the microphone at him as both of you laugh. Sometimes, he'd snatch the microphone away from you then give you a loooooooong passionate kiss then everyone's like "get a room!"

- By the end of it, you'd both be tipsy and lovey dovey as fuck. You know, having not met in a while after his concerts and all.

- "I love you," he says. You roll your eyes, laughing. It's my defense mechanism if he ever said this to me "No, no it's true! I'm glad I spoke to you that night."

- "Please, you're only saying that because you're after something," you laughed (still leaning in to kiss him anyway).

- Bonus: a couple of times, both of you would stay behind as your friends went home and staff at the karaoke place had to kick you out because the make out session got a bit out of hand WinK wONk

[lustbile-archive]

ReaderxVernon

Word Count: 2.6k

Request: heyyyyyy so that picture that vernon posted in jihoons studio room, I’ve been thinking about like what if jihoon just left the studio to vernon for the night and youre in there with him??? Like the lighting and everything is perfect the mood is sexy just ugh. Idk what you wanna do with this, you could do a drabble or full smut writing idc i just needed to get this thought out

“You should come over,” you would never admit to his face the way his voice rumbles through your phone makes a shiver run up your spine, but the involuntary sigh you let out in response is the only evidence he needs.

“Where are you?” your voice is softer than you intended when you respond, the late hour of the night making you a lot more dreamy for the boy on the other end of the line than usual, and coating your voice with a sleepy timber.

“Jihoon’s studio,” there’s a shuffling after he speaks, telling you he’s messing with things that he probably shouldn’t be touching at all.

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood to hang out with the guys,” you contradict your words as you stand to start collecting your things and slipping on your shoes, you lip tucking between your teeth to chew on the dry skin as you move around your room, “I kinda just wanna see you Vern.”

“It is just me,” the way he rushes to reassure flips your stomach, “no one else is here for the rest of the night.”

“Really?” you stop momentarily in one spot in your surprise, before you’re moving again to grab your car keys, “Jihoon left you by yourself in his studio? What made him do that?”

“A serious lapse in judgment,” he answers honestly, his self awareness making you laugh as you step out of your front door, and lock up your now empty apartment.

“I’ll be there in like twenty minutes,” the sound of your car unlocking loud enough for him to hear and letting him know you’re telling the truth.

“Can’t wait.”

———

“Vern,” you whisper harshly through the crack you’ve created with the door. The late hour of the night makes you too paranoid to raise your voice, and regardless of his promise that he was alone, you can’t help but worry that one of the boys could have showed up as you made your way over.

“Hm?” you hear him grunt in curiosity before you see him. His dark clothes outline his form as he sits in the dim room, the only source of lighting being the blue leds. He’s slouched in an uncomfortable looking position in Jihoon’s chair, his legs stuck out straight in front of him and the light from his phone illuminates his face. You can't help the endeared puff of air you let from your lips when you see the slight pout that he wears on his face.

“Hello,” you greet, finally moving into the room and closing the door behind you with a click. The sound of you moving through the room makes him place his phone down on the desk and look up at your moving form, a tired smile pulling onto his face as you step over the small pieces of clutter on the floor.

“Hi,” he responds once you’re finally standing in front of him, the tiredness that fills him makes his voice more gruff than usual, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t warm your chest. You stand between his open legs as he moves his hands to grip onto your loose shirt at your sides, your own hands moving to run up and down his forearms as you smile down at him.

“So tell me again why Jihoon left you here by yourself in the middle of the night,” your eyebrow lifts toward your hairline in curiosity and disbelief of the situation. An involuntary grin finds its way onto your face as well, when your fingers pet at the sensitive skin at the bend of his elbow, a shiver wracks his body.

“Told him I’d clean up if he gave it to me for the night.”

You turn back momentarily to glance at the things cluttering the floor that you had to step over, turning back to him with your eyes squinting in suspicion, “doesn’t seem you’ve gotten a lot of cleaning done.”

“You’re so pretty,” he deters away from the conversation, making you laugh, his hand slipping back to pet at your spine, “I missed you so much.”

You choke slightly on air at his confession, the sudden softness in his voice making your chest tighten, as you move on of your own hands to knock the hat he was wearing off and onto the floor, allowing you to run your fingers through his messy hair.

“I missed you too Vern,” you whisper, suddenly feeling very loud in alone in the room, before leaning down to press your mouth against his. His lips are rough and chapped as you kiss him and his hands tighten around the fabric of your shirt as he pulls you closer. Your breathing labors as he starts softly sucking on your bottom lip, but you break the kiss when you feel the tip of his tongue brush against the skin, “Hmm, don’t start something you can’t finish now.”

“Who said it's something we can't finish?” he asks, his voice dipped in mischief regardless of his tiredness. He pulls you back into another deep kiss, before you’re pulling back again to scold him.

“We can’t mess around in Jihoon’s studio Vernon.”

“Hmm, c’mon why not?” he kisses at your chin and moves his lips down your neck after his whining question, the feeling of his lips making you shiver and crumble far more than you’d be willing to admit.

“‘Cause Jihoon would kill you and be very disappointed in me if we did.”

“Hey,” he pulls away from your skin, feigning offense, “why is he killing me, but just being disappointed in you?”

“Because,” you start, lightly flicking his forehead, “Jihoon loves me, and honestly i’d argue that him being disappointed in you is worse than him killing you.”

“Well, I love you too,” he starts, a playful grumble to his voice, ignoring the other half of your sentence, “and I haven’t had alone time with you in so long i’m getting sick of it.”

“I'm sick of it too, but what are you gonna do about it,” you say without thinking that he may take it as a challenge.

“Anything as long as you don’t stop me,” his slightly confusing wording is the only warning you get before his hands are falling to slip down the back of your shorts and dip into your underwear to grab your ass. His rough hands make you gasp and jolt forward before he's shoving the fabric down your legs.

“Hey!” you yelp with little to no conviction in your tone. Your pitched tone makes him laugh in amusement.

“Hey yourself baby,” he starts, lifting one of your legs to make you step out of the fabric that’s pooled around your ankles and pulling until you're straddling his lap, “you know what to say if you’re not down for this.”

To that, you stay silent. No matter how bad of an idea messing around in the studio is, you can’t lie to yourself that you don’t miss him and his touch enough to tell him to stop. Instead you sit down with a huff, letting yourself press against the fabric that’s pulled over the crotch of his sweatpants with a quiet sigh slipping past your lips.

You feel your muscles relax as he runs his hands up your sides, a pleased purr rolling through your chest as you lean into him and start to gently rock against his lap. At the movement of your hips, his arms wrap fully around you, pulling you into a hug, as he offers a similar sound of his own and presses his face against your neck.

You’re unaware of how long you’ve sat there, just gently rocking against him, enjoying the solidness of his body and the way his lips and breath tickles the side of your neck. The late hour and the cool blue that fills the room combines with the roughness of his finger tips, and you can feel yourself melting into him as your eyelids begin to droop slightly. You’re losing yourself in your drowsiness and the sparks of pleasure you get from the fabric of his sweatpants when he finally detaches from the skin of your jaw that he had been working between his lips to break through the deep bass of the music he had playing so quietly it was almost inaudible.

“Pull me out sweetheart,” his voice is strained more than the last time he had spoken, a slight desperation tinting his tone making you shiver in anticipation. You tense your thighs against him, lifting your body slightly, allowing your shaking hand to run down his body to reach where he presses against the thin fabric of his pants. The way he squirms in response to your fingers teasing down his chest and stomach knocks a shiver through his form and makes a soft smile tug at your lips. He lets out a puff of breath, when you push your fingers past the waistband of his pants and find that he hadn’t bothered to wear underwear this morning, your hand immediately wrapping around his length and moving softly against him when you feel this.

Your eyes are still shut, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as your eyes roll behind the lids to keep yourself awake and aware, when you pull him out and begin to shift your hips closer. The warm air hits the dampening skin of his tip, making him quietly hiss, before you’re curling around him and guiding him to start to press into you.

You let go of him once he’s deep enough that he won’t slip out, curling your arms back around him and sitting down until he’s fitted completely in you. The feeling of him stretching you makes you whimper and shiver until you relax against him, completely content in the idea of staying right where you are, warm and cuddled and full to the brim in his lap.

He must not agree with the comfort you feel from being simply connected to each other, as after letting you sit there and adjust to the feeling of him for a moment, his hands fall to wrap around the underneath of your thighs and starts to move you gently on top of him, his own hips thrusting lazily up to meet you.

“Vernon,” your voice is more gravely when you speak, the gentle pull of him against the nerves inside you and the lulling atmosphere of the room makes you feel dizzy and you can feel yourself drip more and more around him as you move. You don’t dare open your eyes, but the blue lights bleeding through the thin skin of your eyelids is enough to make you feel like you're floating.

“Feel so fucking good baby,” he groans into your skin, his tired state making his hips stutter with uneven thrusts, and his blunt nails dig into the skin of your thighs, making you clench softly around him, “always so nice and wet for me hm?”

You only grumble in response, you hand falling between your bodies to let your fingers start to roll sloppily against your clit. Your brain fogged by the room, your sleepiness, and the way he fucks up into you makes you whiny and desperate in his hold. Your muscles begin to tense against him, and your delirious mind begins to yell at you that if you don’t come soon, you will lose your mind.

“Please Vern,” you plead, regardless of how good he’s already making you feel, and against your tired form’s protest, you begin to bounce slightly in his lap in desperation, “wanna come so bad.”

He doesn’t respond to your words, thrusting a few more times before he winds his arms tightly around your torso and begins to stand from the chair. You let out an angry whine when as he stands you’re forced to lock your ankles behind his back, and your arm is trapped between you, stopping you from getting any stimulation. You let out a petulant huff when, as he begins to walk, he slips from you, leaving you feel empty.

There’s only seconds before your back meets the cushions of the couch, the wind being slightly knocked from your chest as he unceremoniously drops you. There’s a lazy and teasing grin on his face as he looks down at you in amusement, his fist now wrapped around himself as he lazily jacks himself off to the sight of your legs falling open and the deep pout you wear on your face.

The cushions bend as he kneels between your legs, and you feel yourself shuffling down slightly to get closer to him, “please Vernon I need you,” you beg quietly, the heels of your feet moving to press into the back of his thighs in an attempt to pull him closer.

“So needy hm?” he taunts as he leans over you, his free hand pressing into the couch beside your head to hold himself up as he guides himself back into you, much slower than your pleading body wants, “and you said we shouldn’t even be doing this is in the studio.”

“God please shut up and fuck me,” you say in a meaner tone than you intended, but he only laughs as he presses fully into you again while your back arches off the couch, your chest pressing into his.

“Touch yourself again,” he demands, his tone leaving you no room to argue. And when your fingers move again to rub tight circles into the sensitive skin, his now free hand wraps gently around your throat, and he begins to thrust faster than you thought he’d be able to in this state.

Your eyes roll back, painfully straining their muscles, as his quick pace and your equally as fast fingers begin to pull you back to the edge you were teetering on in the chair.

You feel your toes curl, the arches of your feet cramping almost painfully in response, this and the way his fingers begin to flex around your neck telling you that you’re both so close.

You’re only able to slip out a few incoherent mumbling so in warning, before you start to come around him, how tightly you clench around him slowing his thrusts slightly. You start to twist manically as you come, your torso trying to curl towards the back of the couch, but his unwavering fist around your neck keeps you in place as he continues to piston in you.

His chest presses closer to yours and his sloppy mouth presses against yours as he starts to come himself. The warmth of him filling you makes you shake even more, and distracts you from the way your own fingers overstimulate your nerves.

The quiet music is completely devoured by the desperate and uncontrollable noises that fly from your chests and slip from the little space your mouths allow.

You finally let up on your clit to wrap your arms around him and pull him flush against you while you rock against him and his thrusts become uneven and sloppy.

He lets go of your neck and lets his arm lose its support as he collapses against you. Your legs return to their place with your ankles locked behind his back, and he presses you tightly against the couch with his nose digging into your jugular.

Your fingers return subconsciously to his hair, your nails raking through the strands in an attempt to calm both him and yourself.

You stay there, letting your breaths even out as you take turns gently twitching against one another every few seconds. The ambient silence has returned to the room, and you can feel your eyes returning to their drooping state.

“Fuck,” he swears in your skin, before he cuddles closer to your neck with a huff.

“Hm?” you let out the questioning sound in curiosity, still unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Now I have to clean up the chair and couch too.”

[jungkooks-left-tiddie]

I think I’m in love | knj.

Summary: Your new internship sucked ass. It was fun, but exhausting at the same time. It also didn’t help that uni was also stressing you out. Amidst all this pressure and stress, perhaps a midnight walk on the Han River with your crush Kim Namjoon is what you needed all along. A/N: so I saw this namjoon picture circulating around stan twitter and my 3am sleep deprived ass decided to write a Drabble. 1 hour and 2k words later, here we are.

Words: 2k (maybe more idk I didn’t count)

Warnings: grammar issues, 4am writing

Song rec: I think I’m in love (kat dahlia)

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“You’ve never been to the Han River at night?” Screams of outrage filled the silent room as you shook your head.

“I’ve never had the need to,” You frowned, feeling a little lost. “Plus it’s not like my parents would have let me.”

“Have you ever heard of something called sneaking out?” Jimin continued berating you and you couldn’t help but feel a little upset.

“Look, I know it may seem like Jimin-hyung is overreacting, but he’s not.” Jungkook clarified and made you feel even worse. “Han River is amazing at night.” The 3 boys nodded as if it were a common fact.

“You guys aren’t making this any better, y’know.” You frowned yet again.

They continued describing how mesmerising the river looked at night and you could do nothing but frown and continue doing your work.

Unbeknownst to you, Kim Namjoon kept sneaking glances at you from where he was seated. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle and that got on Yoongi’s nerves.

“Just ask them out, for fucks sake.” Yoongi massaged his eyes as Seokjin and Hoseok tried not to laugh.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon pretended to not know what Yoongi’s words meant and noted down a few more points for his assignment.

“Please tell me Namjoon did not just ask that,” Yoongi took a deep breath before proceeding, “Look, we all know that you have the most obvious crush on (Y/N) so just go and confess ok?”

It was true. Ever since you’d moved into the flat right opposite to his, Namjoon’s been talking about you non-stop.

But he continued to pretend like he didn’t hear Yoongi.

Seokjin and Hoseok, who were tired of their constant bickering and Namjoon’s denial, decided to take matters into their own hands.

“Yoongi’s right Joon,” Seokjin shared a mischievous glance with Hoseok before continuing, “If you don’t do anything, we will.” He declared, standing up and making his way to where you were sitting with Hoseok following in suit.

Namjoon started panicking even more when Yoongi decided to join Jin and Hobi as well, because he knew; oh he knew that they would not hold back. So he quickly ran after them and tried to convince them to back out.

“Guys, come on!” He begged, “I promise I will ask them out one day, but please please don’t do anything now,” It was too late now. Taehyung had spotted the lot of them walking up to your table.

“(Y/N), look!” You winced as Jungkook elbowed you harshly.

“What, dumbass--”  Kim Namjoon was standing in front of you.

For a moment, you felt your entire surroundings become a blur and you could only see Kim Namjoon in all his 6ft glory. And as soon as it came, it was gone because you had to remind yourself that people were watching.

“Jin-hyung! What’s up?” Jungkook hits the other man’s arm in greeting.

“Stop hitting me, punk,” They started doing their own thing again, forcing Hoseok to take over.

“We heard you guys talk something about rivers and we were bored so we decided to join lmao,” Hoseok dragged one of the chairs from a nearby table and slumped.

“Damn, I didn’t realise we were that loud,” Tae rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“It was necessary though! I mean it's not everyday we come to know that our best friend never visited the Han River at night,” All eyes were on you after Jimin’s statement.

“Wait (Y/N) really?” You nodded reluctantly. “I lived pretty far away plus I had strict parents so…” You hoped they would drop the topic here, and were extremely thankful when they did.

“Well, I'm sure you’ll have plenty more opportunities to visit. So don’t worry!” Seokjin cheered you up a little.

Your phone started ringing from nowhere and apparently your boss wanted you to collect some files to write a report on from the main office so you quickly informed your friends and bade them farewell.

Collecting the files wasn't the hard part. The hard part was walking home with no one except your thoughts to keep you company. You thought about what your friends said about the Han river and decided to make a trip if you were done with your work.

It sucked to admit it, but they were probably right. The Han River must be really mesmerising for them to talk about it so much and you found yourself suddenly envious of the rest of them.

Night strolls weren’t an option in your old neighbourhood; and though the new one wasn’t bad, you were busy with both uni and your internship. I mean being able to read your fanfics itself was a luxury and these hoes expected you to take a leisure stroll? Keep dreaming luv <3

You said all that to say, but you were still thinking about going there tonight. It seemed like immense fun and plus, it would be your first midnight stroll. You just hoped, with all your might, that you would be able to finish the work as soon as possible.

Lo and behold! 3 cups of coffee later, you were done!

To celebrate, you blasted some music on the speakers and danced along to the lyrics, bopping your head along to the beats.

Namjoon looked at your dancing form through his window. You seemed like you were having a lot of fun, he concluded, an amused  grin now apparent on his face. Judging by the way you seemed to have fun, Namjoon concluded that you must've been done with the work you mentioned you had.

Namjoon did not know the practicality of this, but he had a very random idea to take you on a riverside date. And you know what? He was going to do it. Fuck Yoongi, he’s going to prove it to the rest of them that he, indeed, could ask you out.

And so he took out a random book and wrote a message on it, Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me style.

He did not know where this sudden confidence came from, but he took a small pebble from his rock collection and chucked it across to make sure it hit your window (yes, he was careful not to break it) and waited for your response.

You, on the other hand, were confused. Your mini-dance session was interrupted by a clink! Against your window and you went to check for the source of the sound; only to be met with Kim Namjoon’s waving form.

You panicked internally, not knowing what to do in front of the man you obviously had a thing for. And you were even more confused when he held up a paper with something on it.

“Do you want to go on a riverside walk with me?” It read.

Apparently, you could not form words so that’s fun =D. Instead, you chose to stand there like 🧍🏽and just nod in response. Namjoon gave you a beautiful dimpled smile with a thumbs up before closing the curtains to his window and switching his lights off.

It was only now that you were hit with the epiphany that you were going on what was essentially a midnight date with the Kim Namjoon and boy, oh boy, you were most certainly NOT prepared for it.

Rushing to your closet, you threw on your most comfortable pair of outerwear (and of course made sure you looked presentable) before chewing like 5 breath mints and grabbing your scarf (and your apartment keys) to go and meet Namjoon.

“Hey,” He smiled.

“Hey,” You replied, still breathless.

“Ready to go?” Namjoon asked and you nodded in response. You noticed that he hid something in his bag but made no comment and instead fell into a steady pace beside him.

The walk to the river was not awkward at all, thanks to Namjoon’s ability to radiate comfort. Which was a blessing cause otherwise you would definitely have embarrassed yourself by now.

You didn't even realise that you’d reached your destination until you noticed the numerous cars and lights.

“Woah.” You had no words for the sight in front of you.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Namjoon chuckled and sighed, “I love coming here. It never gets old.” He stares off into the distance.

You get it now. The way the bridge lit up, the view, the vibe, everything. It was enthralling. And the fact that it was Namjoon who was with you made this 1000 times better.

You were so absorbed with admiring the view in front of you that your dumbass didn't notice Namjoon staring at you. There was just something so absolutely adorable and endearing in the way your eyes lit up and seemed to sparkle at the sight in front of the both of you.

“Namjoon, look!” You grab the sleeve of his hoodie, “Purple lights!” He quickly snaps a picture of not only the scenery in front of him, but also you. You who were so excited to see this view at midnight for the first time.

You spent a bit more time admiring the view, goofing off, and taking pictures before finally deciding that it was time for the both of you to head back. As upset as you were, you took comfort in knowing that you could visit this place more often hereon.

The conversation on the walk back home was one that you would never forget.

“No way… Here I was thinking that alpha and beta were just limited to greek alphabet and math,” The look of horror on Namjoon’s face when you explained omegaverse was something that you desperately wanted a picture of, and regretted not taking one.

“It’s a thing that definitely exists, and though I may not be a fan of it; I think a lot of people are into that kind of thing.”

“Interesting,” He comments, pausing. “Say, would the title ‘My Alpha mate’ qualify as omegaverse?” His sudden question caught you off guard.

“I think so… Why do you ask?”

“I think… I think Yoongi-hyung is into omegaverse.” Even though you did not mean to, you burst out in laughter. Yoongi being into reading stories centering around dom alpha mating rituals was something you never needed to know but were glad you did.

You continued explaining the various fanfiction tropes to the other male, especially your favourite ones.

“Oh, I once remember reading this amazing Zuko, Sokka and Suki fic somewhere and I genuinely think that it should be nominated for the Nobel prize,” Namjoon looked at you affectionately while you rambled about the plot of the story.

“And at the end--” You paused, looking behind you and caught Namjoon standing with a camera in his hands.

“Sorry, you just looked so beautiful, I had to take a picture.” You were sure you looked like the capillaries in your face burst.

There were a lot of things Namjoon was proud about, and making you blush that hard was definitely on his top 5.

“L-let’s go, dork.” You try your best to brush it off but KIM NAMJOON JUST COMPLIMENTED YOU STFU OK YOU WERE ALLOWED TO CRY.

Anyways, y’all reached your apartment complex sooner than the both of you wanted, and honestly? Neither of you wanted the other to go.

“So,” “Actually--” You both begin at the same time. Flustered, you gestured to Namjoon to go ahead with what he wanted to say and assured him that what you wanted to say wasn’t of any major importance.

“I actually bought something for you,” He took a small bag out of his backpack and handed it to you. “It’s a collection of poems and short stories that i wrote for-for you,” He flushed and avoided making eye-contact with you.

“Namjoon, I--”

“You don’t need to read it, but I just wanted to give them to you because… because I really like you.” It was your turn to blush (again).

“Of course I will read it, you idiot. I’m literally in love with you, what makes you think I won't?” Namjoon widened his eyes and proceeded to smile bashfully, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” He admits, swaying you around in his arms. You nuzzle deeper into his warm embrace and whisper--

“Thank you for everything, Joonie.”

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"Caught In The Storm" *Part 10* (Epilogue)

Alright I'll be honest, I think the "Short ending" has to end where it did.

This epilogue is for the second ending, or the "True" Ending as I'd like to call it. I hope you all have enjoyed this as much as I did writing it!

Idk if I should admit this but I totally didn't mean for the story to line up with the song as much as it did, it just turned into a happy accident!

I'll be honest I think this MIGHT be my new favorite. I love all of my babies the same though. Mostly.

Please PLEASE let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for any future writings/drabble!

And my requests are now REOPENED!

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A Year Later

It was your very first sold out concert in Madison Square Garden, the cheers were deafening. People lined the streets even from outside of the gates, just trying to get a glimpse of the show.

You looked out from behind the curtain, your hands were shaking. Actually your whole body was shaking, the nerves were overwhelming.

Suddenly, two warm arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into their body. You lifted your head to see your husband smiling back at you.

"You are going to rock the house, baby,"

"Rock the house?" You giggled. "Why don't you just say 'raise the roof' there, old man river?"

"Owww, below the belt there hermosa," He held his stomach as if you had just punched him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just--"

"Nervous, I got that," He cut you off.

"Do you think they'll love me, Raffi?" You whispered, looking into his eyes with anxiety.

"They ALREADY love you, carino. Do you know how much people paid for these tickets?" He chuckled.

"But none of them love you as much as I do," He added as he pulled you into a kiss.

"Eh, debatable," You smirked, thinking about Tumblr stans. He just rolled his eyes in response.

"Five minutes, Mrs. Barba," A crew member called to you, you nodded in response.

"What?" You asked, referring to his now huge grin.

"I'll never get tired of hearing that, Mrs. Barba," He pulled you into a bunch of tiny kisses.

"Alright MR. Barba," You ruffled his hair and nuzzled his neck. "I'll see you after,"

He kissed you again and made his way back into the venue to take his seat.

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It was about the end of the night, and you were ready for the closing song.

"Alright guys, I just wanna say THANK YOU to all of you who came out tonight, you've made this one of the happiest nights of my life!" You grinned, getting screaming and cheering in response.

"I'm gonna leave you guys with the song that started it all, the song YOU GUYS made #1 around THE WORLD!!" You grinned, hardly believing you could say those words out loud.

"And," You walked over to the side of the stage you knew your family was sitting. "I'd like to dedicate it to my amazing family-- especially my husband, Mr. Rafael Barba,"

You bit your lip with a smile as you looked into his eyes. He still made you blush like a little school girl, he probably always would.

Cheers erupted as the music started, people holding "BARBA 4EVER!!" and "RAFA <3 Y/N!" signs waved them wildly.

You waved and smiled as you began to sing:

You can push me away

I can take it

I can make you a promise

and break it

We know the way it goes by now

You thought about how many times Rafael had pushed you away, how long it took you to get where you were.

Running off just to see

if I chase you

I pretend I know how

to replace you

still we get tangled up somehow

How long it felt like you chased him, how many times you tried to move on from him, it never worked.

Hear it thunder

and I wonder

How long can I hang on

I'm caught in the storm

I'm caught in the rain

I'm caught in the rush

that hides this pain

I'm ready to drown

but it's coming down

but I feel so alive

Did you sing this song to him almost two years ago, knowing this would happen?

Just let me go

Just walk away

If you love someone

you never let them stay

caught in the storm

Rafael watched you singing on stage, thinking about the first time you sang this song to him. Well, to all of the squad. The whole time he was actually thinking how beautiful you had looked on that stage, how you belonged up there. How you were born for the stage. Pretty much the exact same thing he was feeling right now, except now you were his.

As the bars on the Bowery are closing

you arrive at the door standing frozen

you say you thought you'd find me here

He thought back to how he had seen you in that bar with Nathan, how he should have just stomped in there and punched him in the face. But he didn’t, and it had just kicked you both further down the road to lead you here.

Tell me how I begin

to forget you

when you keep coming back

and I let you

Love me until you disappear

He thought about the million times he had tried to pull you from his mind, from his heart. He thought about the lists you made of reasons that you shouldn’t be together, and how in the end none of it mattered.

I'm caught in the storm

I'm caught in the rain

I'm caught in the rush

that hides this pain

I'm ready to drown

but it's coming down

but I feel so alive

Just let me go

Just walk away

You both looked at each other as you sang, knowing the storm you both had gone through to get to this moment. Happy and together-- forever.

If you love someone

you never let them stay

caught in the storm

You thought back to your wedding day, when it had been appropriately raining; the day Rafael had come and finally proved his love to not only you, but literally the world.

Let me wash away

you can find me after the flood

let me wash away

The “flood” that followed had been a media frenzy, your wedding had been broadcast around the world, after all. Debates spread over whether or not you were a heartless bitch for dumping Nathan on a livestream, or if it was crazy romantic the way your true love came in and swept you off your feet like a movie.

caught in the storm

caught in the rain

caught in the rush

that hides this pain

You looked at your family who were also taking up the front row; they were beaming at you. You thought back to this exact moment almost two years ago, when you were in that tiny club on that little stage, with just Kelsey on the piano.

And with the last line, you looked into your husband’s eyes. You both were thinking the same thing; this line, these words are what started it all. And they rang truer than the day you had first sung them to him, because you had both stayed in the storm, and came out the other side.

If you love someone

you find a way to stay

caught in the storm

[qawsslate]

newbies

another nct drabble, short story, one shot, scenario? 

genre: fluff probs

tw: none

pairing: Renjun & reader

a/n: idk bro read at ur own risk, i used google translate for a thing but im hoping it makes sense in the context, feel free to interact :)) 

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"Renjun-ah it’s fine. You, of all people, know how forgiving she is.”

“Ya! Haechan, don’t say it like that. Renjun-ah it looks really nice she’ll love it.”

Haechan and Jeno were gathered in Renjun and Jisung’s shared bedroom attempting to calm the nerves of the older Dream member. He had just finished a painting he had been working on for the last month in prepation for Valentine’s Day. He knew you weren’t expecting anything as in Korea, the traditional practice was for the girl in the relationship to give the guy chocolates, but neither of you were big on the specifics of things like that. You both shared the sentiment of holidays but were also practical in the ways you gave gifts to each other. Last Christmas, Renjun had given you a new winter coat since the one you’ve been using since your teenager years had begun to literally tear at the seam. You often brushed off his nagging of buying a new coat with protests of the coat still doing its job. 

“Renjun, the coat is fine. I’m still perfectly warm” 

“Y/n, I can see the thread that’s keeping the arm sleeve attached to the rest of it hanging off. I bet if I pull it the whole thing would fall apart. Here let me show you.” 

He reached down and pretended to yank the thread which prompted you to gasp in amused disbelief.

“Ya! Don’t you dare! Did you really pull it off?”

You looked down at your arm trying to assess if in fact the fabric on your body was still a piece of wearable clothing.  

He laughed and just embraced you in a hug.

He had followed up the new winter coat with a flower plushie you had commented that was cute a week ago in a shop, his favorite scented candle so you could be reminded of him when he was away on a schedule, a neck massager because he thought you spent too much time at your desk, an insulated bottle so you would drink more water and not coffee, a polaroid camera for the memories and random Chinese snacks you really liked. He was very practical yet considerate, and it made your heart swell. You almost cried thinking all of it was too much and he had to hold your face in is hands and make you look at him so he could tell you that you were worth it. 

What you didn’t know that he also wanted to gift you with a necklace but second guessed himself too much to the point where he took the small box out of the pile of gifts only minutes before he gave you the heap of presents. Mark was the only member he told about the necklace beforehand but Renjun unfortunately had forgotten to inform his loveable hyung of his inaction, a problem that presented itself the morning after Christmas.

“Y/n! Merry-day-after-Christmas! How was Christmas with Renjunnie? Did you like the necklace?”

You, Mark, and Renjun had been sitting at the Dream dorm kitchen table eating leftovers from the small dinner Jaemin had made at 3am. Thankfully the rest of the boys were still asleep so the damage could still be contained. Renjun choked on the green tea he had been drinking but quickly recoverd.

“Neck massager hyung. The Korean word for neck massager is 목 마사지기. Ahhh, it’s because he’s a foreigner.”

Renjun laughed a little too forcibly and tried to signal to Mark as much as humanly possible without bursting a vein that the necklace gift was aborted. By some Christmas miracle, Mark had somehow picked up on the hint and quickly corrected himself. He even added a white lie to support the neck massager fib, quickly sputtering that he had helped Renjun pick out a neck massager with the recommnedations from his mom, his aunt, his grandmother, and his cousin who was some sort of professional massager. You answered honestly that you had yet to put it to use as you forgot to charge it last night. You weren’t sure if it was the happiness hangover or lack of sleep after Christmas Day that made you think Mark and Renjun were acting strange, but you became distracted from dwelling on their behavior as Haechan and Jisung came into the kitchen. The mood quickly shifted and Renjun felt like he could breathe for the first time in what felt like an hour. You had become preoccupied in helping Jisung follow a recipe on how to make American style pancakes and scolding Haechan for handing the gullible maknae wrong ingredients. After a few minutes Renjun had excused himself to check on Jaemin and Jeno, and Mark announced he had to use the bathroom. Once out of earshot from the mess in the kitchen Mark turned to Renjun,

“You didn’t give it to her?”

“No, hyung, honestly I got too scared. What if she didn’t want it? What if she thinks I’m going too far? What if it’s too serious all of a sudden?”

“Well, don’t you want to be serious with y/n?”

“Of course. More than anything. I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Renjunnie,” Mark placed his hands on his shoulders, “you are doing great. Do whatever feels right to you. But if you’re only doubting yourself I think it’s still a good idea to give her the necklace.” 

Renjun still looked conflicted and mindlessly opened the door to Jaemin room then Jeno’s. 

The four proceeded back to the suspiciously quiet kitchen to find Jisung sat at the table and Haechan and you making the rest of the pancakes. When Jaemin asked what happened, Haechan responded,

“We wanted to make sure you guys still had a place to live.”

The necklace matter had been dropped and about a month later all those repressed emotions Renjun had came back. It was two nights before Valentine’s Day and both just wanted a quiet evening. Renjun planned to cook a dinner at your apartment and the whole thing felt innocent until he thought about how you guys hadn’t even been officially together for more than a year. He suddenly felt the pressure, the implications, the underlying tone of something like giving you a piece of jewelry. His plan was to just give you a painting. He had carefully recreated the scene of the park where he first saw you. You had been pushing children on the swings. He had thought you were a babysitter of some sort until you waved to the kids goodbye and saw the nearby adults scoop them in their arms and walk away. Then he saw you swinging by yourself. He never revealed this to you during your first official encounter as he didn’t think it would be smooth to open up with, “I’ve been watching you swing by yourself at the children’s park.” He also hadn’t been initially sure if you were the same girl he had wistfully observed, but you had once planned a park date at your favorite spot.

“It’s actually quite near your dorm, we could walk there if you’re up to it? Sometimes I play with the kids. It’s gotten to the point where some of the mothers have recognized me.”

Renjun immediately knew you had been that girl he had observed in what felt like a lifetime ago. He knew that one day he would really have to treat Chenle to a meal for introducing you both. Renjun also knew if he had admitted this to Chenle now he would never let it go and it would somehow inflate the size of that kid’s head even more, but he added it to the list of things he loved about his younger member. 

Renjun had carefully recreated the details from his memories of those days, paying particular attention to that coat you refused to give up on and he had just finished the painting when Haechan decided to burst into his room.

“Renjunnie! Have you ate? Let’s eat.” 

Renjun had been so absorbed with his doubts that the sudden interruption almost made him fall off his chair. Renjun almost gets as easily startled as Jisung, but the magnitude of his reaction made Haechan take a step back and immediately set off his signature mischief.

“Ya, is the innocent and pure boy doing something naughty? You know you should really lock your doors Renjun-ah”

Renjun scrammbled to find something to cover the painting. His tidy desk space provided no aid and his next move was to flip the whole thing over deciding to deal with the consquences of the still wet paint later, but Haechan moved quickly and pulled Renjun’s arms up away from the canvas.

“Ya, what’s this?”

“Nothing. Heachan, please.”

Renjun sighed. He had no problem in any other situation to fight the boy who always tested his limits, but with the awkward sitting position he was in, Renjun knew that there was no logistically sound way to physically fight Haechan at the moment. 

“Oh, it’s just another painting. Why were you so freaked out- YA! Is that y/n?!”

Haechan dropped Renjun’s arms, his first mistake, as Renjun took the opportunity to lunge towards the painting. Haechan proceeded to yank the back of the wooden chair -- his second mistake -- and he called out for reinforcements.

“JENO-AH!”

Jeno was not surprised that the bickering quickly took place, but was also concerned with the intensity of Haechan’s scream. Jeno regretfully entered the space of what would ultimately disrupt the otherwise peaceful morning and listened to the chorus of Renjun’s mild curses and death threats and Haechan’s shameless happy teasing although he was the one in the headlock.

“Ya, you two. Can we just go eat?”

“Jeno-ah, grab that. QUICKLY.”

Curiosity took over and Jeno obeyed. Renjun knew that although Jeno lacked in the desire of fighting members, he made up for with his physcial strengh. Renjun was quite aware that Jeno could quite literally pick him and Haechan up to stop the sqaubble. Renjun gave a frustrated sigh of defeat and sat back down at his desk while Jeno and Haechan sat on the nearby bed to fully observe the art piece.

“Is this y/n? It’s really good.”

“Our Renjunnie is growing up so fast. It’s cute to see you in love.”

The casualness of Haechan’s sentiment in dropping the L word set off alarms in Renjun’s brain but curiously not his heart. He quickly pushed off whatever deer in headlights reaction he showed and calmy took the painting back from Jeno. He decided to just tell the two that it was for Valentine’s Day and mumbled that he wasn’t sure if you were gonna like it. 

"Renjun-ah it’s fine. You, of all people, know how forgiving she is.”

“Ya! Haechan, don’t say it like that. Renjun-ah it looks really nice she’ll love it.”

Haechan sensed it was the right time to get serious. 

“Renjun-ah. Honestly. It’s a really good painting. She’ll love it. That girl loves everything you do.”

Jeno hummed in agreement.

“Injunnie, it will be okayyy.”

Jeno’s speciality in dorm-only aegyo gave Renjun comfort. It almost brought back a sense of normalcy in Renjun’s emotions. He was also grateful to Haechan although no matter how much the boy made it a sport to annoy him, he could still be mature when it counted. He thanked God that the necklace had been safely hidden in a drawer and considered the many ways the situation could have escalated if the two boys saw that the painting gift was not the main source of his anxiety.

Renjun thought it would be best to change the subject from his insecurities about his love life. Love, he thought, there was that word again. 

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💎 Lilac x Gordie {Royalty + Royal Guard AU Fic} Chapter One | The Meeting 💎

aaa i’m so happy! i’ve finished a fic of the first meeting of my s/i and gordie in the royalty au <3

yes it does say chapter one but. idk if this a proper series, its possibly a figurative ‘lets start from chapter one !’ its also just. omg it’s just a chapter like. not even a drabble. just a whole chapter HSJSND

but i truly hope you guys enjoy this! :0 (fic is in the keep reading !! ^^)

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The dark oak-stained carriage rattled around Lilac with every prance of Rapidash transporting it, the tight space and cool, pillowy seats barely making up for the sheer cold she was moving into.

In her gloved hands lied a handwritten letter from the Royals in Circhester; a neat cursive paragraph requesting her and her other guard apprentices to protect their home. After all, they would need good protection to hide their most precious jewels in the family, and they required the best of the best. In a way, it flattered Lilac to know they wanted her to assist them.

She folded the letter back into her sac tied at her waist, cuddling into her cape in shock from the sudden Circhesterian chill; she wasn’t too far from the castle now, and wished that they could’ve made her Royal Guard uniform more cozy inside. Perhaps they considered this weather late spring or summer temperatures...

Off guard, the shrill of Rapidash’s cry as it finally came to a halt nearly catapulted her into the rock-hard wood in front of her. She gasped in relief to have caught herself in time, straightening herself to correct such unawareness.

A crunch came from the snow as she dropped down from her carriage, a bag with her necessities slinged over her armoured shoulder. Walking to the near entrance, she turned to the coachman.

“Brr, it’s quite cold around here! You better stay safe in that house, Lilac!” he said, smiling cheerfully.

“Thank you, coachman.” she replied, turning next to the Rapidash, stroking its soft mane.

“And thank you, Rapidash.” she grinned at the Pokémon, in which it whinnied gleefully in response.

Walking across the tiled road to Circhester Castle, the snowy bushes brushed up against her, gorgeously grown flowers to withstand the eternal cold peeked their heads out of the fluffy hedges. Already employed guards outside were gossiping to each other about the family; perhaps they were new guards, like herself. Lilac halted, gaining the attention of the two guards at the grand door they stood up against.

Lilac decided to break the tension between them.

“I am incredibly sorry to interrupt. I am Lilac. I am here to sign myself into the occupation of Guard. I have a letter from the castle itself if you were to want it-“

Before her quiet voice were to finish her sentence, the doors loudly creaked open, revealing the Queen herself; the entrance surprised all three of the guards, yet they all retained the same serious face to show their composure. The Queen gave Lilac a stern look...

“Oh!” came the cheery exclamation of the Queen Melony, holding her hand to her face. “Welcome, dear! I suppose you must be the new Indoor Guard, correct?”

“I- um,” Lilac mumbled, clearing her throat to free the words she had before being surprised. “Yes, your Majesty. I have brought your letter. It is an honour to work with you.”

“Come inside!” invited the Queen. “‘Tis warmer in here, after all! I’ll show you to your position here in the castle.”

“Ah, thank you, your Majesty.”

•••

The warmth of the castle quickly defrosted Lilac’s freezing arms, and the sudden relaxation couldn’t help but make her stare in wonder at the details within: the castle walls were extremely high, regal tapestries hung. Across the tapestries came multiple family portraits from popular artists, and looking closely at the painting would reveal details drawn ever so to-the-point, it made Lilac ponder how someone could even make such a realistic piece in a time limit...

“Oh, I must say,” the Queen began to state. “My children can be quite the troublemakers, hoho... My youngest, a daughter and three sons, I believe they sometimes choose whom they like to see more often, more with my sons, I think. But... my oldest...”

She stopped in her tracks, and so did Lilac.

“... Well, he’s heir to the Throne, now. He possibly cannot choose who he works with, hoho!”

“I see, your Majesty.” Lilac lightly smiled to match the emotion of the Queen’s conversation. “I shall wish the Prince congratulations on being first to the Throne.”

“Oh, he would simply love that,” the Queen chortled. “He is quite the sensible man. I do hope he is excited to rule... I’ve had quite the years around here.”

It was hard for Lilac to decipher who this Prince was; after all, the long generations of family portraits across the wall couldn’t help Lilac’s imagination at all.

Queen Melony pointed to a space by a door, where Lilac stationed herself onto.

“Perfect! Your routine will to be to guard at this area, as well as to watch the household members around here if needed.

You will also patrol around here with other guards around 12 to 1 o’clock PM. Is that understood?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” Lilac agreed, straightening herself stoically. The Queen promptly smiled, and as she went out of sight, another guard poked their head out from the corner.

“Psst, hey. New guard.” they squeaked.

Lilac made eye contact with the other new guard.

“Have you seen Prince Gordie yet?”

“Who?”

“Prince Gordie!” another guard peeped. “C’mon, ‘who?’ Like, the Prince that is, like, constantly just... around? And cool?”

“I really don’t mean to be out of the loop, but...” Lilac held her chin to think. “I haven’t heard anything about any Prince Gordie... All I heard back from my town was when the Queen of Circhester came to visit, and when she did, it was never a ‘visit’ visit, only a ‘come to check out the best carriages’ visit.”

“Oh my Arceus, the Prince...!” yet another guard joined the conversation. “He looked shortly at me once. I just... I felt so seen...”

Oh, brother. Lilac looked away, until the commotion of the group caught her attention once again.

“Ah, look, there he comes...!”

A man came from the depths of the hallway, and suddenly it felt like everything was going slower - or perhaps Lilac was imagining things...

The man had his soft hair tied into a well-kept short ponytatail, as well as his soft and cute lapis eyes kept relaxed and sensual.

He walked with such confidence only a prince could ever have, his cape drifting gently across the satin carpets below. A slight jingling sound came from his minimalistic, yet beautiful necklace around his collar, the pendant resting on his chest where his relaxed blouse shaped the area around such jewellery.

His shoes lightly skipped across the satin carpets to not make even one noise, yet his heels made an dull tap that satisfyingly echoed across the area.

Whatever decent vision Lilac had of the Prince completely went from her mind; the Prince of Circhester, in her eyes, was indeed quite more handsome than she thought.

The guards squealed in delight, making all sorts of gestures to make Prince Gordie look over.

“Gordie! Could you please have a quick discussion with us? We need to talk to you about something?”

... And suddenly, all light the Prince had in his eyes disappeared as soon as he looked at them.

“... Gordie?” his deep, muttering voice repeated, his eyebrows furrowed. Lilac could see the optimism drain from the group, herself shivering along with them even if not involved.

“Never, in all my life, have I heard a stranger call me only by my first name. From what I recall, my title here is ‘Prince Gordie of Circhester’. Is that correct?” his angered voice paused for a while to let the guards rapidly nod their heads, truly attempting to not get into trouble.

“Yes. Now, all I want to hear from you few now is to refer to me as ‘Prince Gordie’. If you cannot, then ‘your Highness’, but if you can’t even manage a formal tone with a prince, you shall expect to be evicted from this castle. Is that understood?”

The guards nodded once again, mumbling out a few ‘Understood, Prince Gordie’s out from their held breath.

“Now. Don’t you have some patrolling to do? It is, after all, 12 o’clock. Go.”

The guards scurried away slowly, cowering from the unfortunate interaction.

Lilac, afraid herself of getting into an altercation, began to steadily inch her way around one corner.

“Please wait.” the Prince interrupted in a much normal, albeit naturally deep tone. Lilac hastily straightened her back once again, turned to face him.

“I did not mean you, I apologise for any confusion.” he stated, grinning. “It’s not actually 12, I just wanted them to leave, hehe.”

“My complete mistake, your Highness.” Lilac replied. “That is quite a tactic to make somebody leave, it’s certainly impressive, your Highness.”

“Hm,” Prince Gordie hummed, taking his chin with one hand. “Tell me, what is your name?”

Lilac paused, finding herself quite confounded at his question; oftentimes, asking for a guard’s name would be informal, as was taught in training.

“Ah, um, if you want it, It’s Lilac, your Highness.”

“Lilac, eh?” Prince Gordie grinned to himself. “A fitting, lovely name for a lovely guard.”

Lilac’s heart struck from the compliment, trying not to show any emotion upon her face, but the Prince began to speak again.

“I must go. I have quite a lot of errands to do.” he sighed, flicking his hair away from his vision.

“But, I do hope to see you again... Lilac.”

Prince Gordie gave a wave as he walked back out of the corridor, Lilac waving goodbye at the same time. As soon as he went completely, she faced the brick wall, intensely pondering the peculiar conversation she had had...

Surely...? Surely, he wasn’t trying to get her into trouble...? But, why would he take interest of only getting her name? Perhaps he was... No, absolutely not, Princes don’t form relationships with their servants...!

Unless, Prince Gordie wanted to?

Nevertheless, Lilac herself had duties to do. But, as she began to walk away, she couldn’t help but think as she rested her palm on her blushing cheek...