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zee-has-commitment-issues · 2 years

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Here is every song on the Walty playlist, except I can't tell you why.

I had a couple asks about the Walty (Henry and Walter) playlist, so I'm just going to tell you everything that's on it. I cannot, however, tell you why these songs are on it. Some are self explanatory, others aren't. I don't want to spoil Voicemail, though, so...

Anyway, here you go:

The Story by Conan Gray

The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray

Partners in Crime by FINNEAS

Crush Culture by Conan Gray

Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

(are we sensing a pattern yet?)

Home by Catie Turner

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? by Tyler, The Creator

that way by Tate McRae

Would You Be So Kind? by dodie

Dive by Ed Sheeran

Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE by Clinton Kane

Why Am I Like This? by Orla Gartland

The Way You Felt by Alec Benjamin

GROWING UP IS ___ by Ruel

Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Ribs by Lorde

my boy by Billie Eilish

my strange addiction by Billie Eilish

Into It by Chase Atlantic

hostage by Billie Eilish

IDGAF by BoyWithUke and blackbear

Drugs & Money - New Mix by Chase Atlantic

Don't Want My Heart by Sarah Cothran

Somebody I Fucked Once by Zolita

making bad decisions by Bea Miller

rubberband by Tate McRae

Friends Don't by Maddie & Tae

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Nineteen by Dylan

Home for the Summer by Sara Kays

London Boy by Taylor Swift

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran

Diana by One Direction

we made it. by david hugo

History by One Direction

You Belong With Me (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur

Jealous by Labrinth

Let's Fall in Love for the Night by FINNEAS

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

Atlantis by Seafret

Our Song by Taylor Swift

Friendship? by Jordy Searcy

Us by James Bay

Romeo & Juliet by Peter McPoland

Seventeen by Tors

They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

Heather by Conan Gray

She by dodie

11:11 by Ben Barnes

Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez

The Anchor by Bastille

Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Flowers by Lauren Spencer-Smith

Sarah Smiles by Panic! At the Disco

Colors by Halsey

Dangerously by Charlie Puth

I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kelly and Ed Sheeran

Arms Unfolding by dodie

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

You & Me by James TW

Peer Pressure by James Bay and Julia Michaels

If I Didn't Tell You by James TW

Happy For Me by James TW

If I'm Being Honest by dodie

Changed by Catie Turner

Brother by Kodaline

All I Ask by Adele

You Matter To Me by Drew Gehling and Jessie Mueller

La vie en rose by Michael Bublé and Cécile McLorin Salvant

Good Thing by Sam Smith

Leave Your Lover by Sam Smith

Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen

Teenager in Love by Madison Beer

After You by Meghan Trainor

Hesitate by Jonas Brothers

Ok, that's the whole playlist. That is every single song on the Walty Playlist that I am writing the Walty chapter to. Some of these make more sense in the context than others. Some I added just for drama. Some make me cry because it fits them so well. Ok well, now that I've shared the playlist, I won't be answering any of the asks about it. If your ask never gets answered, that's why.

I am positively flattered that you guys seem to like my taste in music, though.

#walty #young royals #young royals netflix #netflix #fanfic #fanfiction #walter young royals #henry young royals #henry and walter #walter and henry #playlist

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seoulserpents · 17 days

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꙰ૈ☆ 𝗴͟𝗹͟𝗼͟𝘄͟ 𝗵͟𝗮͟𝘀͟𝘂͟𝗻

full name : hasun — nicknames : moon, miffy — age : 24 (2000) — zodiac sign : gemini — nationality : korean and british — relationship : sang-tae’s — ★ —

Hasun c’est l’opposé de sa jumelle. Elle est solitaire, elle part dans tous les sens, fait sa vie comme elle le veut, mais lui, il est comme un chiot qui ne peut s’empêcher de la suivre partout où elle va. Gêne du jumeau ou simple fraternité fusionnelle, autant dire que son monde ne tourne qu’autour de Raven. Elle le protège, le défend lorsqu’on l’harcèle à l’école, n’hésite pas à prendre la parole pour lui. Il est donc en retrait et effacé par rapport à sa sœur, mais il s’en fiche le garçon parce qu’il se dit que tant qu’il a toujours son lien avec sa jumelle, rien ne peut lui arriver.

C’est pas évident d’être vu comme le petit chiot perdu de la famille, parce que même si sa sœur fait un peu tout ce qu’elle veut, ses parents le couvrent plus que de raison. Il ne peut pas sortir pour suivre Raven, ne peut pas vadrouiller comme elle le fait et est contraint de rester dans sa chambre à faire ses devoirs quand cette dernière part retrouver ses amis les papillons.

Lui aussi le voudrait.

Voir les papillons.

Peut-être que finalement, c’était une bonne chose que ce fameux jour, il soit resté cloîtré dans sa chambre. C’est parce qu’il a ses écouteurs dans les oreilles qu’il n’entend pas tout de suite le chaos qui règne dans le salon, qu’il n’entend pas les cris de panique de ses parents, les pleurs de sa jumelle, c’est seulement quelques heures après, quand on vient le chercher dans sa chambre, qu’il comprend que quelque chose de grave s’est passé.

– Où est Seon ?

Ses parents sont assis autour de la table à manger, Raven est debout proche de la fenêtre, les bras croisés contre sa poitrine et les yeux rivés sur le sol. Ce n’est pas difficile pour Hasun de voir la douleur sur le visage de ses parents, de voir les yeux rogues et gonflés de sa sœur, et surtout pas difficile de constater l’absence de leur grand frère, Seon. C’est seulement quand il vient s’asseoir en face de ses parents, qu’il croise le regard de sa sœur, qu’il comprend. Parce qu’encore une fois ils n’ont pas besoin de parler pour se comprendre, les larmes coulent toutes seules, avant même d’avoir la confirmation que quelque chose de grave est arrivé à leur frère. Le silence se fait, puis les jumeaux éclatent en sanglots, il sait que Seon n’est plus là, il peut le sentir dans chaque membre de son corps, à la façon dont son coeur se serre, à la bile qui se forme dans son estomac. C’est la punition de Raven, lui annoncer d’elle même ce qu’elle a pu faire. Hasun ne lui en voudra jamais, il sait que c’est un accident, il sait que sa sœur n’aurait jamais fait de mal volontairement à Seon, ce n’était pas elle, c’était qu’un putain d’accident. Et il le voit, le regard de ses parents, la haine dirigée vers leur fille, la tristesse aussi. Ce n’est pas auprès de ses parents qu’il vient pleurer, mais bien dans les bras de Raven, quand le soir ils se retrouvent dans sa chambre et qu’ils pleurent, pendant des heures la perte de leur grand frère.

Encore une fois les jumeaux sont à l’opposé.

Raven commence à sortir de plus en plus, rongée par la culpabilité, alors que Hasun n’est plus que l’ombre de lui même, se renfermant de plus en plus sur lui même, refusant de parler à qui que ce soit. C’est au lycée qu’il fait la connaissance de Sang-Tae, celui qui deviendra son meilleur ami et son deuxième pilier, la personne vers qui il se rendra quand il ne pourra pas pleurer dans les bras de sa sœur. Lui qui pensait avoir eu son lot de problèmes, son lot de tristesse, ce n’est rien comparé au départ de Raven, qui sera jetée de la maison et envoyée dans une école spécialisée pour les adolescents turbulents, pour les adolescents qui ont besoin d’être remis sur le droit chemin. C’est à l’usure qu’il convainct ses parents se rejoindre sa sœur, de la retrouver, parce que ce lien fraternel est beaucoup trop fort et qu’il ne peut pas se résigner à quitter les côtes de sa jumelle. Alors il la rejoint, quelques semaines après, fait sa rentrée en décalé mais il s’en fiche, parce qu’il la retrouve et qu’il n’est plus terrifié à l’idée de la voir l’abandonner. Mais ils ne sont pas seuls, parce que Sang-Tae les rejoint également, parce que les deux meilleurs amis sont inséparables et qu’il a beau aimer son ami du plus profond de son coeur, il sait également que l’attitude de ce dernier n’est pas des plus merveilleuses et que ses parents ne réfléchiront pas longtemps avant de l’envoyer à son tour dans cette école. C’est donc encore une fois que les jumeaux sont inséparables, et même si ils ne sont pas dans la même classe parce que les professeurs ont tenu à ce qu’ils soient séparés pour ne pas être perturbés par le moindre affecte, il est heureux, parce qu’il a sa sœur, il a son meilleur ami, il se fait des amis, et même si sa vie est à chier, il se dit que plus rien ne peut leur arriver.

Ce n’est pas si sûr.

Tout allait bien jusqu’à ce qu’il commence à voir son meilleur ami d’un autre regard…

#HASUN

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openthedoor · 2 years

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HOMETOWN SMILE

Décidément vous vous comportez comme mes enfants. Ne vous tracassez donc pas de ça. Je pourrais t’en dire autant Jun. C’est bien beau d’être Leader et de porter la charge de tes enfants dit Ani en riant mais tu pourrais aussi créer ta propre famille non ?

Oh mais je n’ai jamais dit le contraire, disons que je ne suis pas forcément très doué, lui dit-il subitement timide.

Ne t’inquiète pas Jun, j’ai bien compris que ce sujet ne te mets pas forcément à l’aise mais je pense vraiment qu’un jour tu seras un homme bon et aimant et que tu seras un excellent père étant donné l’apprentissage direct que tu as eu ces dernières années.

Merci Ani, j’espère bien. C’est vrai que… et il raconta.

Ils riaient encore des frasques que Jun racontait lorsque les autres membres les rejoignirent.

Vous vous racontez des blagues demanda Jin.

Non fit Ani en hoquetant de rires, on parle d’enfants.

Et Jun et Ani repartirent de plus belle à rire aux éclats en regardant les têtes des autres membres.

Ces deux là s’entendaient à merveille pensa Jin, toujours un brin jaloux dans ces cas là. Leur amitié avec Jun était peut-être trop exclusive. Ils étaient chacun le tenant de l’autre, Jin apaisait Jun et Jun permettait à Jin de se comporter plus facilement comme l’homme qu’il était et non pas un gamin comme lorsqu’il était avec les autres hyungs. Cela avait donné tellement de controverse sur les réseaux que parfois ils en étaient arrivés à devoir faire attention devant les caméras. C’était agaçant de devoir justifier son amitié.

Ani vit la réaction de Jin. Elle avait déjà remarqué que ces deux là partageaient une solide amitié parfois même exclusive tout comme d’autres membres entre eux. C’est son fils qui lui avait parlé de toutes ses fictions existantes sur les relations entre les membres justement parce qu’ils étaient très proches les uns des autres.

Ani avait beaucoup de mal avec ça. Elle ne comprenait pas pourquoi les fans s'intéressaient à la vie privée de leurs idoles. En quoi cela les concernait? Un métier public ne signifie pas une vie entièrement publique. La plupart des gens oublient qu’un métier public reste un métier. Ce n’est pas la personne en soi. De quel droit certains s'autorisaient à les suivre, les prendre en photos ou les filmer tout le temps, partout et de critiquer ou vérifier ou espionner la vie personnelle de leurs idoles. Ce n’est plus être un fan, c’est être une sangsue.

Les Taekook, Jikook, NamJin ou tous les autres couples imaginèrent… cela perturbait les relations entre eux. Quand les fans en faisaient trop sur les réseaux, les garçons étaient obligés d’agir différemment face aux caméras pour que les tensions retombent et il fallait ajouter les différences culturelles. Autant en Corée du Sud, on évite le sujet privé, autant en occident, les journalistes sont parfois très intrusifs. Autant en Corée les amitiés masculines sont tout aussi tactiles que celles des femmes, autant en occident, vous serez catalogués.

Ani regarda Jin en lui souriant, nous parlions des souvenirs de vos débuts, vos frasques, l’habitude que Jun a prise en vous paternant.

Oh, ne dévoile pas tous nos secrets lui dit Yoongi.

Ne t’inquiète pas pour ça, vos histoires ne seront vraiment connues que de vous. Je disais simplement à Jun qu’un jour, il sera un bon père ; qu’il avait l’entrainement.

C’est vrai qu’avec nous, parfois... dit Jimini, sans terminer sa phrase.

J’allais nous refaire un café et des cookies, pour le cours, ça vous tente ? proposa Ani. Regardant Tae, une orangeade fraîche de ce matin, elle ajouta malicieuse, faites pas ma puce, si tu veux et toi Jk, Batiste a fait le plein, je te laisse te servir. Idem pour toi Hope, tu connais le chemin.

Les membres s’aperçurent que JK avait aussi ses passe droit chez Ani, comme Hope. Se servir dans le frigo s’était faire partie de la famille.

Jun et Yoongi se regardèrent, après plus de dix ans ensemble, ils se comprenaient sans se parler. Vas y semblait lui dire Jun.

Ani, demanda Yoongi, on peut te demander quelque chose.

Je t’écoute.

⚠️ Cette histoire est une pure invention sortie de mon esprit en ébullition. Toute utilisation sans mon accord est interdite.

#fiction #mystorie #btsmemes #bts.bighitofficial #bangtan sonyeondan #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #jeon jeongkook #kim taehyung #park jimin #korean #rm #btsv #btsjk #love story

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illneverrecover · 5 years

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fade into you | kth (m)

➛pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader ➛genre: CEO!Taehyung, Boss!Taehyung, smut, fluff, pwp. ➛word count: 2084 ➛rating: explicit/mature ➛warnings: cursing, slight exhibition, fingering, very light choking, marking, unprotected sex, sex with feelings because Tae is a big softie. ➛summary: You were already sleeping with your boss (at the office, no less). Why not marry him as well? ➛notes: This is dedicated to the sweet & always lovely @la-vie-en-tae in celebration of her birthday. Happy birthday, Cara! I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for always being so sweet & supportive! Also, this can be read as a continuation of a previous drabble of mine, Golden, but it’s not necessary to read it first. This is just basically porn with very minimal plot, just like mama likes it. ➛song: What is Love - EXO // Fade Into You - Sam Palladio and Clare Bowen

Meetings were the absolute worst.

They were always so dull, everyone shuffling around the table just to faux interest in whatever the topic may be and sneak glances at their cell phones under the table. The best part of yours was usually staring at your otherworldly attractive boss; the way his large hands would engulf the edge of the dark wood table, the tight strain of white crisp button down against the expanse of his golden chest, his intense amber stare as he scrutinized and took in every word shared.

You would get lost in him for the entirety of the meeting, eyes never leaving his lean form as he prowled around the room in his perfectly cut suit. He was a sight to be seen, and it was one of the best excuses to stare at him for 60 to 90 consecutive minutes without having to worry about any judgement.

However, today, your little game was different.

Because now when you looked at him, all you could think about what happened the day before. The way he had grasped at your thighs before sliding you up onto his desk, dropping to his knees. The way he nipped and bit at your inner thigh until you were muffling moans with your hand, the other tangled deep into midnight tresses. All you could see in your minds eye as you tried to focus on the man before you was the look on his face when he asked you to marry him, when he slid himself into you so hard that his teeth clattered before he lost himself to the pleasure and the crook of your neck.

Groaning, you cross and uncross your legs, trying to give yourself any form of relief - trying, and failing. This man had just fucked you so hard that your vision was still blurry days later, and yet you were still enraptured with all of the ways he could push you up onto this very table, claim you as his own in front of God and everyone.

Taehyung narrows his eyes at the slight movement, gaze dragging from your calves up to your apex slowly, licking his lips when he finally lands on your eyes. Arousal swims low in your belly, and you’re positive that you’re already so fucking wet that he would be able to just slide right inside of you with a single thrust.

Why did he have this power over you? What kind of demon was he?

Well that answer you did know. He was your personal demon. He was yours.

You hadn’t believed him when he first uttered the words, soft and needy against the column of your throat. Why would you? He was the CEO of this company, and you were just some nobody. Sure, a nobody he had been seeing for a few months, but that’s it. Nothing special, no grand titles or lofty aspirations. Just white hot chemistry and a deeper connection than you had anticipated with your boss.

And yet you knew, he wanted you. He only wanted you.

Letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips, you chance a look up at him as he continues his languid pace, a caged tiger in a glass case. His molten stare was on yours, on every single rise of your chest, and you could feel yourself drenching the thin fabric of your panties. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. You’d take him right here, company be damned-

“That’s all for today. Thank you all for coming, you’re dismissed - with the exception of Miss Y/N. Do you mind staying behind?”

You don’t bother answering, instead smiling with a quick bow, scanning the crowd as they filed out of the room.

Once you were alone, you wait for his next move, eyes watching his sultry stroll around the empty room.

“Was there something you needed from me, Mr. Kim?”

His answering growl had you shivering, and soon he was above you, palm cupping your jaw to tilt your gaze to his own. “There’s always something I need from you, love.”

His pupils were lust blown wide, impossibly black as he peered down at you. It had your throat tightening, swallowing difficult as air left your lungs like a summer breeze. “Oh yeah?” you simper, voice delicate and soft. “Like what?”

A tap at your chin had you rising before him, his arms snaking around your waist to press you hard against his chest. He nosed at your neck, breath hot as it ghosted your ear. “Well first, I need you to say yes to my proposal,”

You hum, eyes rolling back in your head as he nips at the lobe. “Then, I need you to marry me, to be my wife. Be by my side.”

A groan leaves your lips as he glides his way down to your chest, a small part of your brain reminding you that you were still in the conference room, surrounded by transparent walls in your place of employment. Even sleeping with the boss wouldn’t keep you safe from the rumors that would spread if you happened to be caught like this, yet somehow Taehyung always made you forget the risks.

“I already said yes to your proposal, you dork.” Head lolling forward, your hands clasp his cheeks and pull his face back in front of your own. “You have me, Taehyung. I’m yours,” you breathe, affection pouring from each word before your lips collide.

Taehyung always kissed you like he was starving, like sanctuary was only found alongside your tongue, soft and pliant and ready for him. Your knees shake at his passion, collapsing against his form and tugging at his collar so you could feel more, taste him deeper.

You whine when he pulls away, resisting the urge to yank him back to your mouth. A mischievous smirk was awaiting you when your eyes open.

“What, why did you stop? Is there something more?”

He chuckles, the sound gravelly and low, eyes dancing with mirth. “It just so happens there is. Are you willing to hear my proposition?”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, but nod anyway. When he still doesn’t continue, you sigh. “Yes, Mr. Kim.”

A cocky grin was the last thing you saw before your back was pressed to the chilled top of the table, legs dangling over the side. You gasp, moving to sit up until he was stepping between your thighs, letting them fall open to accommodate his form. His hands start tracing patterns down your ribs, landing on the border of your skirt.

He leans forward, mouth inches from your own. “I want you to let me take you right here, in this room. Let me claim you where anyone could see or hear,” he drawls, lips skimming the skin of your jaw. “Let me show them all that you are mine.”

Any protests die in your throat when he latches to your collarbone, nipping and biting until the skin bloomed beneath his ministrations. You knew you should tell him no, that this was not the time nor the place, but you were weak. Weak, enraptured, and completely in love with the man who was unraveling you in a conference room on a Wednesday.

“Yes,” you moan, hands digging into the hair at his nape. “Yes, please.”

You feel him smile against your chest, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse so you were exposed to his greedy mouth. Too impatient to completely undress you, he pushes the cups of your bra down until each pebbled nipple revealed. You squeal when his heated tongue laps at one, fingers expertly rolling the other until your back is arching and your cunt throbbing.

Throwing your head to the side, you notice something through the haze of your lust. “Taehyung,” you whimper, tugging at his hair until he meets your eyes. “Taehyung, what about the glass-”

“Don’t worry, love. At a press of a button, we can make the world disappear.”

Reaching into his suit pocket, he grabs a small remote, clicking it once before tossing it onto a nearby chair, the jacket soon following. The glass quickly fogs into an opaque white, leaving you hidden.

“When were you going to tell me that you could do that?” you pout, pulling yourself up to rest on your elbows. The man before you just gives you a shit eating grin, hands tugging to loosen his belt.

“When the time was right,” he murmurs, undoing his slacks until you could see his length straining against the black of his briefs. Your mouth waters at the sight, legs rising to circle his hips and pull him back towards you.

“You’re insufferable.”

He pushes you flat against the table, large palm pressing against the tender skin of your throat lightly before trailing down your body, leaving heat in his wake before his hands snake up your skirt. “You’re beautiful. And mine,”

He slides off your ruined panties quickly, like it pained him to be away from your center any longer than necessary. Trailing his fingers up your slit, he groans at the slick of your arousal. “I need to be inside you.”

His voice spurs you into action, your hands grasping to free his hardened length, giving the tip a gentle sweep of your thumb. “I need you too, Taehyung.”

You cry out his name when he finally pushes himself inside your heat, nails digging into his golden shoulders as you flush his body to yours. The burn of the stretch has you simpering, his cock splitting you wide as he slid home. He pauses, letting the pain ebb into pleasure, before slamming into you once more, pace feverish. His thrusts were ruthless, hips snapping into yours until the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin under a cacophony of moans.

Despite the assault, all you could think was that you wanted more, wanted him deeper. He was the sweetest poison, his body the most seductive weapon. His eyes never left your own, reverent and dripping with emotion as he watched your reactions to his touch; drinking them in. He was in your heart, in your arms, inside of you. Taehyung was completely under your skin and you weren’t sure where you end and where he begins - and yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Teeth sinking into his lip, you whine into his mouth when he brushes the tender spot inside of you, veins engulfing into flame when he continues to fuck into it until it forces your eyes close.

“Look at me.”

It was an order - or it was meant to be, but the softness of the words contradict the bite. You meet his gaze, all depthless amber, the band low in your gut poised to snap. “Look at me when you come on my cock.”

With a poignant grind of his pelvis, his words have you teetering over the edge, his name spilling out as you reach your peak. He fucks you through it, undulating slowly until your body slows its shivering and your walls stop squeezing against him.

Humming, he leans down to press his lips against yours before picking up his pace, murmuring praise through your over sensitivity. He was close and you could tell, and the idea of him giving into his desires to finish inside of you had you clenching.

“I love you,” you whisper, leaning forward to suckle at the juncture of his shoulder, wanting to leave something of yourself visible on him, too. “Come for me.”

His fingers are bruising when they grasp your hips, steadying so he could slam into you harder. Curses mix with broken sounds of your name as he finally spills inside your aching core, forehead pressed to your own. He stutters through a few more pumps, making sure every drop of his seed remained deep inside before stopping, collapsing against you.

Automatically your hands raise to card through his sweat tinged locks, pulling him until he was nuzzled tightly against you. As the lust wore off, you feel the sharp edges of glass digging into your thighs, the way your ribs ached against the unforgiving wood of the conference table - but with Taehyung, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You never could.

“So,” he pants, tongue wetting his lips. “Does that mean you’ll marry me?”

You laugh then, chest heaving until you could feel the low rumbles of him joining you, plump lips grinning against flushed skin.

“Of course, Mr. Kim.”

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taetaespeaches · 5 years

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Hiii lovely Liv, could you please write 2,6,2,4 ? Thank you! ! ♥♥♥♥

“I’ll never get used to you saying that to me”

Taehyung x Reader (or oc)Genre: fluff; suggestiveWord count: 600+

a/n: hello my lovely Cara ❤️ I got a little suggestive with this but we were talking about this and ya know what any sexiness in this is your fault, you know why! I hope you enjoy :))

YOU sat on your bed, your legs crossed underneath you as you stared across the room at your boyfriend’s back. As he put on another record, this time opting for Ella Fitzgerald’s greatest hits, your eyes drank in the sight of his slim frame adorned in a light blue set of silk pajamas.

Spinning around, looking towards the window, his focus on the song as it began to soothe through his ears, your eyes fell on the honey golden skin peeking out from behind the first few undone buttons of his top. The smooth material hung over his body just right to expose his gorgeous glowing collar bones.

As you broke your gaze from the man, scanning up his long neck, dragging over his adam’s apple that bobbed stunningly against his throat, slowly looking over his prominent jawline, appreciating the softness of his cheeks, admiring the beautiful point of his nose decorated with a sweet freckle, your eyes finally landed on his intense ones, which were already staring at you, a glint of amusement in them.

“What are you looking at, Peaches?” His low timbre sent shivers throughout your figure, your body unable to hide the affect he had on you as goosebumps rose across your skin. Sensing your reaction, a stunning smirk formed on his lips as he swiped his tongue along his bottom one. Raising his eyebrows at you, his smile spread even wider. “Huh?”

Straightening his posture, broadening his shoulders to further his teasing, he lifted his chin to look bigger. More powerful. “You know,” you whispered, red flushing your cheeks.

“What was that?” Tae asked you, latching his teeth into his plump lower lip as he waited for your response, his amusement at its peak. Instead of answering, you shot him a glare, cocking your head in feigned annoyance. “Use your words,” he teased, his voice low and thick. Demanding. In control. At the sight of your visible gulp, the heat moving from your cheeks down your neck, settling in your chest, Taehyung’s smile widened into an adorable boxy grin, his eyes crinkling into slits as a deep giggle left his lips.

The intensity of his features were still there, permanently part of his appearance, but they had softened, his fluffy cheeks on full display as his geometric smile was spread from one cheek to the other.

Tae’s ability to go from powerful and sexy to a soft sweet cutie in the matter of seconds was something you’d never get used to. But it was your favorite transformation to witness. “Come here,” you giggled out, sitting up on your knees as he quickly approached, his happiness still proudly displayed on his face.

As his arms wrapped around your waist, yours found their way around his neck, resting your arms on the tops of his shoulders. Leaning forward, you placed a sweet peck to the tip of his nose as he simultaneously kissed your chin, just barely capturing the edge of you lower lip. Instinctively, you lowered your chin to press your lips to his, Tae quickly responding as he worked his mouth against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered between ministrations, his confession breathy and desperate. But the way he pulled back, just enough to lock his adoring eyes on yours, you knew he meant it with every fiber of his being, the words being spoken from the depths of his heart and soul.

“I love you,” you softly confessed for the millionth time since you’d known Taehyung. A gorgeous grin spread across Taehyung’s face in response to the words you told him every day.

“I’ll never get used to you saying that to me,” he beamed. “I love it.”

#tae drabble #drabble game #taeyung drabble #taehyung fluff #la-vie-en-tae #tae fic #tae imagine #tae imagines #tae fics #bts #bts fic #bts fics #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts drabbles

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sugar-petals · 5 years

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Caro ! Can you tell me where I'll find taeyong gifs asddfggh it's an emergency

@t-yong @nctaezen @yongs! lots of thrilling material of our chiseled lord and savior. also, here goes a lil collection of favorites.

#taeyong #la-vie-en-tae #cub mail 🐅

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softjeon · 4 years

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Happy birthday jey!!! Have a great year ahead!!!! 😚💕

#la-vie-en-tae #ask

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def-initely-soul · 4 years

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Your tags on the Jae reblogs, you're most welcome madame ;-) I'm pleased with my current form of torture too

He's just hellbent on making his fans suffer, isn't he?

honestly i dont mind that much

t-this i-is fiiiine

#la-vie-en-tae #Asks

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taechnological · 4 years

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Good luck for finals you'll do great !!!!!! 💞💞💞

thank u so much cara!!! and all the best to u too we're gonna kill this shit yess *^*

#ask sae #ask taechnological #la-vie-en-tae

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seoksjin · 4 years

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Your gifs are so pretty YAAS QUEEN!

Cara, QUEEN!! you’re so sweet 🥺 thank you so much, i’m happy to know that you like them! 💜

#la-vie-en-tae #answered #byuldestiny ans

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guktwt · 4 years

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Hey just read that teaser and I'm vibrating in my seat too ajajsjjssjjssj

cara ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺 thank u fr always supporting all over again 😭 i cant wait to release it really

#la-vie-en-tae #fic: aoa #answered #mutuals

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nitaescence · 5 years

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Moorish Scents

moodboard submitted by @la-vie-en-tae

Excerpt from Moorish Scents by @nitaescence—

“For beings like Taehyung, breath did not afflict their immortality. They could still be, among the livings, and yet could deny themselves the greatest essence of life. This meant to do without the variety of scents endlessly surrounding them, deprive themselves of those emanations which inevitably bound to either lust or disgust. Scent held a great power in the hearts of men and it held a much frightful one in vampires’s, for it affected their decisions, essentially in regard to their choice of prey.”

#moorish scents #la-vie-en-tae #submission #vampire bts #vampire au #vampire taehyung #bts imagines #bts moodboard #bts angst #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts taehyung scenarios #taehyunng angst #taehyung smut #taehyung scenarios #thank you again bby for sending me this!!

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kinktae · 5 years

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Love,Cara ❤️

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS US SO SOFT AND CUTE WHAT TO HECK!!!#IM UNWORHY 😭😭😭😭#mutuals #la-vie-en-tae #submission #fanart

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openthedoor · 2 years

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HOMETOWN SMILE

Ce dernier leur dit : pourquoi vous me fixer tous là, je n’ai rien fait de mal.

Et Manon ? lui dirent ils.

Tae était mal à l’aise, il regarda Ani. Tout comme le reste de la troupe.

Cette dernière senti qu’en fait Tae avait besoin d’être rassuré. Écoute Tbear, Manon est ma fille mais c’est sa vie privée. Si elle veut m’en parler, elle le fait, sinon cela ne regarde qu’elle. Je n’interviendrai pas dans sa vie, j’en ferai toujours partie parce que je suis sa mère. Mon rôle s’arrête là. Tu es un gentil garçon Tbear. Après, toi aussi, ta vie privée c’est ta vie privée.

Tae sourit à Ani de ce sourire timide et ravi qu’il offrait parfois. Rassuré mais pas forcément prêt à se lancer pour autant.

La banane de Yoongi enchanta l’après-midi. Il fut blagueur, ce qui entraina Jin dans son sillage. Mon dieu, les deux plus vieux hyungs faisaient la paire quand il s’agissait de faire les idiots.

Ani était heureuse comme jamais, son sourire était brillant, de larmes et de joie. Le groupe découvrit la famille de Ani et comprit mieux cette indépendance qui la caractérisait. Ses parents étaient aimants et leurs trois filles le leur rendaient bien. On les sentait soudés, unis par l’amour, l’humour aussi car le père de Ani adorait blaguer. Une fois que lui et Jin firent connaissance, les Jokes Dad fusèrent.

Ani apprit par ses enfants que l’idée était d’eux mais que la logistique revenait à Si Hyuk. Ani s’approcha donc de Si Hyuk et lui fit une bise sur la joue pour le remercier.

Autant dire que si vous n’avez jamais vu un homme bouche bée et embarrassé, vous auriez dû voir sa tête. Il était ravi, gêné parce que tout le monde l’avait vu. C’était la première fois qu’Ani lui faisait une bise à lui, qui plus est en public. Il s’était senti tout drôle. Ani, elle, avait fait ça naturellement, en France, les embrassades sont courantes, en Corée les effusions le sont beaucoup moins en public.

Merci, lui avait soufflé Ani. vous m’avez fait le plus beau des cadeaux. Je serai curieuse de savoir comment vous avez réussi à faire voyager toute ma tribu alors croyez moi, vous n’échapperez pas à l’interrogatoire. Elle riait, simplement heureuse.

Tu as fait fort là, mon vieux lui dit Park un peu plus tard. Je ne te savais pas si habile pour gagner le coeur d’une femme.

Arrête avec ça, ça me permet de vraiment la remercier, de tout ce qui a été fait depuis qu’elle est avec nous.

Mouais, sans doute, mais là, tu as gagné une place de choix. En plus, ses parents t’on adopté aussi à ce que je constate.

En effet, quand Bang Si Hyuk s’était présenté chez eux, les parents de Ani pensaient qu’il y avait un souci. Il avait pris la peine de tout raconter et d’expliquer l’idée des enfants. Il les avait d’ailleurs appeler en visio pour confirmer. Revoir leurs petits-enfants avait été un plus pour appuyer sa demande. La logistique derrière avait été facile pour lui étant donné les contacts qu’il avait. Embarquer toute la tribu aussi. Ils avaient fait en sorte que chacun puisse obtenir ses congés, ses passeports, son visa, bref tout était prêt dans les délais. Quant au trajet, une compagnie privée, rien que ça. Si Hyuk avait les moyens, autant les utiliser.

Les soirées passées en leurs compagnies pour tout organiser lui avait permis de les connaître et de les apprécier. Ani ressemblait beaucoup à ses deux parents. Il comprenait aussi beaucoup de choses après les discussions dans la cave du père de Ani.

La troupe s’était rapidement mêlée à la famille de Ani, cette dernière constatant à quel point leur fille était heureuse et sereine. Ils étaient rassurés et étant donné que Ani leur parlait souvent du groupe ils avaient l’impression de les connaître. La famille d’Ani restait trois semaines, trois semaines si courtes que le temps de repartir fut vite venu. Ani avait été heureuse de passer du temps avec eux. Si Hyuk s’était arrangé pour que son planning lui permette de profiter des siens et quand elle ne pouvait pas se libérer, c’est lui qui se chargeait de promener toute la tribu.

C’est un homme bien lui dit sa mère un soir. Il a été extrêmement généreux avec nous. Nous devrions le remercier mais nous ne savons pas ce qui pourrait bien lui faire plaisir.

Oh Maman. Je ne sais pas tu sais, en fait c’est un homme assez simple. Il s’occupe du groupe comme de ses enfants et se contente de vivre simplement en dehors de ça.

Propose lui un repas en famille, je suis certaine qu’il appréciera. D’ailleurs si j’ai bien compris, il en a bien profité quand il est venu en France, pour l’installation de l’agence de Paris.

Nous n’allions quand même pas le laisser tout seul à l’hôtel. Il était en train d’organiser notre voyage tout de même.

Sa mère décida donc de prévoir un repas de famille, sauf qu’au lieu de douze personnes, c’était vingt sept. Ani et ses sœurs aidèrent leur mère et la soirée d’au revoir fut géniale. Les garçons apprécièrent les gourmandises qu’avaient prévu la maman de Ani. Elle les traitait comme des enfants, ce qui semblait beaucoup leur plaire, certain retrouvait l’amour d’une mamie qu’il n’avait plus.

Avant de partir, après de multiples embrassades, Si Hyuk fut surpris d’entendre la mère de Ani souffler à sa fille et sa petite fille que le groupe était très gentil et serviable, surtout Tae qui était un bien gentil garçon, en faisant un clin d’oeil à Manon qui rougit.

Finalement, il savait de qui Ani tenait pour l’observation.

Merci encore, dirent les parents et la famille de Ani à Si Hyuk. Vous serez toujours le bienvenu chez nous. N’oubliez pas si à l’occasion vous voulez prendre des vacances. La France est aussi belle que la Corée du Sud. Vous serez nourri, logé, blanchi et la cave restera ouverte dit son père en riant.

Les effusions firent pointer quelques larmes aux coins des yeux. Dire au revoir, c’est toujours difficile même si c’est pour mieux se retrouver ensuite.

Ces trois semaines avaient aussi été très instructives pour les garçons. Ils avaient beaucoup appris sur Ani et ses enfants. Leur vie d’avant qui n’avait pas été si simple au regard des soucis de santé de Tom qu’avait juste laissé entrevoir Ani. Elle avait porté les siens, c’était le moment de le dire. C’est peut-être ce qui lui avait permis d’atteindre cette sorte de sérénité heureuse qu’on sentait en elle.

⚠️ Cette histoire est une pure invention sortie de mon esprit en ébullition. Toute utilisation sans mon accord est interdite.

#fiction #mystorie #btsmemes #bts.bighitofficial #bangtan sonyeondan #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #jeon jeongkook #kim taehyung #park jimin #korean #rm #btsv #btsjk #love story

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