#wow .. my fictional crushes say a lot ...

[aajjks]

FUCK! (III)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. mâtürè thèmês, jèälöüs koo, dïrty thöughts, ëxplïcït jökès, yn ïs ä säd gïrlïe, sünshïnê koo, #nô fïltèr kôôk, hörny kóó, hè ïs öbsëssèd wïth yöur tïts.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

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note. hi, share feedback plz, send asks because they keep me really motivated <333 ENJOY! And I’m so sorry that I’m so late with the update. I hope you haven’t forgotten about the story and if you have, please reread because I know you’re going to enjoy this. Thank you so much.

Honestly, you’re really strong.

You’ve been having a lot of bad dates and stupid, awkward encounters with your ex, Kyungsoo.

But thankfully, who is there for you? Your dear Jungkook. Your roommate who has been with you for quite some time now and it’s safe to say that you’ve gotten a lot of used to his presence, and his stupid jokes.

It’s a new day and you feel a little less depressed as compared to the last week, the sun is out and you feel really hot— literally because the weather is getting warmer and warmer.

Jungkook is sitting on the couch watching football, he’s kind of obsessed with it and he’s always screaming at the screen like a maniac, “WHAT THE FUCK?!!?! YN DID YOU SEE THIS?”

Your ears hurt.

He’s probably talking about some goal that you’re not interested in, How can you be when you’re actually really concerned about your love life these days, you and kyungsoo broke up up quite some time ago and you’ve been struggling with dating.

You’re definitely over him, so what is the problem? You don’t know when that’s frustrating you.

“shut up- you’re too loud.” You snap, closing your eyes and frustration because it’s way too early in the morning, you are definitely a night owl, and he’s quite literally sunshine.

Jungkook eyes are focused on you now, “Woah you need to get laid- I’m volunteering if you care.” His stupid remark has you glaring at him and he just laughs it off, he winks at you in return. And just after that he has started to shamelessly stare at your chest.

He’s not wrong- you do need to get laid.

And Yeah, you’re wearing a top so what? It’s really hot.

“you’re so hot.” Jungkook breathes out. You can see his eyes, and his pupils are quite bright. He’s got pretty eyes. He’s really pretty. Not that you would say that to his face because he will eat your brain that you complimented him and that you want to fuck him.

You don’t.

Well, you’re not sure.

“I know tell me something I don’t know, and stop staring at my tits- they don’t talk.” You scold him, but his gaze just doesn’t budge, you’re so used to him that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

You just roll your eyes at him. “Bet I can make them..” Your gaze hardens and you pick up a pillow from your couch and hit him with it.

He’s so shameless.

Jungkook pretends to be hurt, whining that you hit him hard. What a manchild, “quit it Jeon.” You warn him and he smirks. “And if I don’t? You’re going to punish me?! Please do.” He begs.

You scoff in disgust, but just then you get an idea- you’re going to mess with him. It’s your turn to smirk as you look at him in the eyes once again. “you’re walking on thin ice and you say that you want me to give you a chance, but… not sure if I should because you are a creep.” You shrug and it’s so satisfying the way his expressions change from smug to anxious.

You got him.

VICTORY.

“what are you talking about? I’m not a creep. And I…I please give me one chance all right I’ll stop my remarks.” he is struggling like an idiot. It’s is really nice to be in control.

“respectfully you just have nice breasts.” he shrugs, but you can tell he’s still panicking about what you just said. He ain’t wrong though you got nice breasts but it’s not nice to stare at them.

“Shut up- THIN ICE.”

You warn him, and he puts a finger on his mouth- his doe eyes are literally so panicky, “ugh I have work..” you whine- and Jungkook has started to focus on the game once again, “hey?! You have work too!!!? get up!”

“Yeah no. I won’t get scolded if I’m a little late because my boss kind of likes me.” He laughs.

What a fuckboy.

“you fuck your boss?!!” You know that’s not what he said or implied but you’re so curious, “uh no? Yn you’re mean!” he looks back at you acting so offended.

“whatever— before I go and change? I think you can take me out on a date I’m giving you a chance.”

You get up before he can even give you a reaction because you know he’s gonna freak out and your prediction is confirmed when you can hear him screaming like an idiot.

You smile as you go back to your room to get ready for work, it wouldn’t be a mistake to give him a chance because he obviously likes you and— he’s been asking you out forever, so why not?

But you’re not sure if you are gonna work out as a couple because he’s too much sometimes, But you’re still going to give him one chance to prove himself.

“YN I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH. OH MY GOD YOU’RE NOT GONNA BE DISAPPOINTED. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. I WILL TEXT YOU ALL THE DETAILS.”

You giggle as you shut the door behind you.

Sure.

He’s still having those wet dreams about you, it’s a struggle for him and he’s concerned because he’s never felt this way for anyone, and it’s just not the wet dreams.

His feelings for you are the main problem.

He annoys the fuck out of you and your both sitting in the couch, he’s pretending to watch football, but it’s hard for him to focus when you’re right next to him smelling like a goddess, and that top of yours?

It’s torture.

Jungkook gets distracted for a minute when his favorite team scores a goal and he screams, he knows that you get annoyed with him and he does that but it’s so fun to get these reactions out of you.

He loves it when you tell him to shut up. And yeah it’s not your fault that you’re so hot because it’s really warm, you just have to make everything look so good.

He looks at you for a minute, and then his gaze just automatically goes to your chest.

You are quite magnificent.

“You’re so hot.” he can’t help but compliment you when you just shrugged and say that you know.

Your confidence is so hot, Jungkook tries his best to be subtle with his lust and attraction towards you, but sometimes it’s just impossible for his tongue to not slip.

He says some things that get you angry.

You hit him with a couch pillow, and he Reacts dramatically, he was just kidding about that one joke. “Ugh.” He whines.

And just like that you guys banter for a while, that isn’t until he fucks it up a little bit more, and you warn him

No, he cannot lose his chance with you.

“I…I please give me one chance. All right, I’ll stop with my remarks.” He is so stupid. Why can’t he keep his hormones and tongue in check?

He doesn’t want you to think that it’s only because he’s physically attracted to you, it’s more than that, yeah, he dreams about fucking you but he also dreams about being with you forever.

That’s how much he likes you.

So please just give him one chance— he thinks to himself when you bring up work and he knows that yeah he has to go to work, but his boss is quite lenient and the pay is really good.

He is watching the game once again when you accuse him of fucking his boss, he does not do that— Jungkook feels a little bad, because that’s all you think of him?

“uh no I don’t- Yn you’re mean!” he looks at you and this time your breasts don’t distract him, he wants you to think of him as a man that is of commitment, but he has a lot to prove.

He has really fucked up his chances—? He feels his heart break as negative thoughts consume him, and he cannot even log into your eyes anymore.

You get up, probably get ready for work because you take everything in your life or seriously and you’re Punctual.

You’re so perfect for him

But maybe it looks like he’s not perfect for you. And that sucks, Should he just give up on you? He’s not sure.

“whatever— before I go and change? I think you can take me out on a date I’m giving you a chance.”

Did he just hear you right? Did you really just say you don’t give him a chance? And then he can take you out on a date

He tilts his head so fast, absolutely freaked out, his eyes are white, and his mouth is agape,

He’s not being delusional right now, is he?

“Y-Yn what did you just say?

He stutters out because he really cannot believe what you just said right now, have you hit your head or something because he’s asked you the same question for the past year but you have denied him, so why the sudden change?

He feels so happy right now- jungkook gets up from the couch and goes after you, but before he can catch you, so we can confirm what he just heard you giggle.

“YN I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH. OH MY GOD YOU’RE NOT GONNA BE DISAPPOINTED. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. I WILL TEXT YOU ALL THE DETAILS.” Before you can actually shut the door he says it out loud.

and you shut the door behind you.

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[sturnioloshacker]

fuck on a high - a vinnie hacker short smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended 

cw: weed, smoking, alcohol, drinking, getting tispy, getting high, lap dance, grinding, dirty talk, sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short and contains mentions of weed and alcohol, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t, i’m not your mother.

summary: a first time high results in some sensual and sexual feelings between friends 

knocking on the door to vinnie’s house, my heart races and my knees go weak. vinnie and i have been best friends for years but recently i have developed a massive crush on him. i really want to tell him but I’m terrified of ruining this amazing friendship we have so i’m keeping my feelings to myself, locked away in my heart. tonight I’m coming over for a smoke session. he’s been struggling a lot lately so i figured to take on the role of being a good friend and come keep him company by having a smoke with him. i’ve never done weed before nor have i experienced a session so this will be interesting.

the door opens and i’m greeted by the smile that makes my heart explode. vinnie falls into my embrace, his head leaning on my shoulder as he places a small kiss there. he pulls away and leads me to his balcony that connects to his room. my eyes widen at the set up he has out here. two shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, a whole bunch of joints and a lighter. 

“wow, vin! this is…”

“i know, it’s a lot, i’m just not feeling myself right now”.

“and that’s okay. i’m here to help you and join you, even though i know nothing about drinking or smoking”. i smile at him.

“wow, you really are sweet and innocent.” he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

we’re halfway into our session and I’m feeling woozy and sick. i’ve lost count on how many tequila shots i had and i’ve lost count on the amount of blunts i’ve gone through. the music quietly plays in the background as i sway side to side to it. vinnie takes notice and smiles. 

“enjoying yourself?”

“fuck yeah i am! turn that shit up!”

vinnie chuckles as he turns the speaker up, the weeknd blasting through my ears. i slowly get up, feeling the beats rush through my veins. my swaying becomes extra, my hips swinging from side to side making my ass stick out. my arms are up in the air before they sensually run down my body. i’m way too out of it to even care that this isn’t me but i do know that it’s all going to come back and bite me on the ass tomorrow morning. i look over at vinnie who is sitting back in his chair, blunt up to his lips. he looks so fucking hot, god I wanna sit on his lap so bad.

“god, i wanna sit on your lap so bad!” i yell over the music.

“come sit then, sweetheart.”

i seductively make my way over to vinnie, my eyes locked in a sensual gaze with his. i straddle his waist before sitting right on top of his cock. i feel his hands run up and down my body, making sure to go super slow so that he can touch every inch of me. he removes the blunt from his pink lips before leaning in to blow the smoke into my mouth. 

“you’re so fucking sexy, look at you”.

i giggle at his comment as i softly grind against his lap, feeling his cock twitch against the fabric of his sweats. 

“that’s it, pretty girl. keep going for me.”

my hips roll against vinnie at a faster pace, the friction becoming too much to handle. i remove my top to reveal the lacy bra i have on underneath, leaving vinnie to imagine every single naughty thought he had on his mind. he brings his hands to my tits, giving them a squeeze which makes me moan. he removes my bra to get a better look and feel.

“so perky and so pretty, just the way i like it.” he says before taking one of nipples in his mouth.

every bite and suck on my nipples has me moaning and grinding against him even faster. i feel his cock practically begging to be released from the prison that is his sweats. the alcohol and weed officially taking over my body, i go to remove vinnie’s jacket, unzipping it to reveal his toned chest and abs. 

“fuck baby, i need to be inside you, please.” vinnie groans, the throbbing becoming so painful and hard to ignore. 

i hop off his lap and watch him remove his sweats, his big thick cock slapping against his stomach. i audibly whine at the thought of him being inside me and feeling so full of his delicious girth. he motions for me to come back so i do. 

“sit on my cock, princess. i wanna feel how tight you are”.

i hover above his length before sinking down on it, feeling so full already and i’m not even halfway. as soon as he’s fully inside me, i feel him bottom out making us both moan at the intense pleasure. i adjust to his size before giving him permission to move. he goes to start before i stop him to kiss him with everything that i have. we continue to kiss as vinnie slowly thrusts his hips up, his cock hitting my cervix. why is he such a tease? i start bouncing up and down, meeting him halfway and letting him know that i want more. he obliges and starts moving at a faster rate, pounding my walls so hard i feel like they’re going to rip. 

“fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight.”

“oh vin, please don’t stop, you feel so good!” i cry out as he continues to hit my sweet spot.

the pleasure becomes way too much at this point. i can practically feel myself falling apart on vinnie’s dick and the knot in my stomach unravelling at the speed of light. my eyes roll back and my mouth hangs slightly agape, letting the moans and whimpers fall out from my lips. vinnie takes notice and begins to fuck me even harder. my head lulls forward and i feel his arms wrap around my waist to pull me closer to him, making me lean my head against his shoulder.

“cum for me, princess. you’re so close i can feel you gripping my cock so fucking good. cum for me, you got it.”

those words alone sent me to the moon. i see stars as i feel my cream around him, my juices flowing to the base of his cock and dripping down his balls. i spasm against him, his grip holding me close to him as he cums inside me. vinnie slowly continues to rock inside of me, riding out his high. he slowly pulls out, letting his cock rest against my ass. 

“you okay, love?” he asks sweetly.

“yeah, that was unreal!”

we both giggle as we sat in each other’s naked embrace. we slowly start to sober up and the realisation hits me. i just fucked my best friend while drunk and high and enjoyed it. oh my god. i think he realises this too as we both stare at each with wide eyes and open mouths. he goes to speak but i cover his mouth with my hand as i go to speak first. 

“vinnie, i really like you and i hope that this doesn’t ruin what we have between us”.

“trust me, sweetheart, it won’t. i really like you too. fuck that, i love you. you have always been by my side since day one.”

“you love me? well, i love you too.” i say before smashing my lips against his. 

wow, it turns out that alcohol and weed can make you say and do crazy things that you either regret or don’t regret and this decision is one i definitely don’t regret at all!

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[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Sweet!

University AU

TW: Language, Alcohol Consumption, Mildly suggestive, Drunk Fluff (Consent is sexy guys) Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fluff (lots of it) Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader YN Pronouns: Not Specified Word Count: 3.3K

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Notes: For all the girlies (gender neutral) who didn't get their first kisses until college, aka after they had reasoned and thought that they'd never need one (also with a bit of my own fluffy twist to it hehe) Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

You know that horrific feeling you have when your crush walks into the same room as you? When your heart beats faster, your face gets warmer, and your words start stumbling over each other? That's right now.

"So, uh... is this the Physics Three study group?" The new guy asks. You look amongst your friends and, as if your embarrassment couldn't have gotten worse, Giselle suddenly nudging you couldn't have made it more obvious.

"Yeah, that's us," Mark grins. "Take a seat wherever you'd like, to sum it up, I'm Mark, that's Giselle, and that's (Y/N)," he points to each person.

"Cool, I'm Yangyang," he closes the door behind him.

"So we're, like, five questions in, but (Y/N) can get you caught up." You never agreed to that. Mark's eyes slide to you, a knowing look behind them.

You've been set up, that's the only other way you could explain this, and when Yangyang slid into the chair next to you that pretty much confirmed it.

"Sorry, just to toss it out there, I'm shit at math," he opens his laptop in front of you and you slide yours toward his.

"It's fine," you swallowed the nervous sound down. But, as he opened the class website, your heart sank. Surely, you had to have been imagining that 24% overall grade. You shot a shaky glance toward your own laptop, a confident 97% showcased on it. Quickly, you switched tabs to the homework. "So... number 1," you look at the work you had on your paper.

"Oh, I know this one, it's a torsion question right?" He asks. You do a double take toward your paper.

"Ah... no... it's a gravity question."

"Shit."

"Shit," you muttered at the same time. You turned your phone over just a little to see the message come in from Giselle.

'At least he's hot.'

That was your first introduction to Liu Yangyang. It had to have been a miracle that he made it this far with how little he understood about the class, but hell you'd be damned if you left him to suffer on his own in this class. Plus, studying with him was just as beneficial for you too.

Well, that's what you told yourself. But really you knew the truth. This was the perfect chance for 'that guy with the orange backpack from physics' to become 'Liu Yangyang' proper. Your hopeless crush that motivated you to go to this god-forsaken 8 a.m. MWF class was now sitting right next to you completely fucking up the gravity equation and wow...

At least he's hot.

And that's what you kept telling yourself even after Mark and Giselle left to head home, you and Yangyang stayed behind, still working on a few problems to be sure that both of you got it down. To be honest, he was a fast learner, it was the fault of your professor, who was a shit teacher enough as is.

"You know what, (Y/N)? I really appreciate this," he says. "I owe you a big one, yeah?" The both of you had been kicked out of the library now that it was closing, and the night air on campus was just so inviting. And it's coldness did wonders for the way your face heated up, you praised the dark for hiding your expression.

"Oh, come on, it's nothing!" You waved your hand. "We're all trying our best to pass here, so I'm always happy to help," you told him. You're happy to look at him too, but you would never tell him that.

"But it's a lot to me, anything you need, let me know," he says. "I mean it! I don't go back on stuff like this!"

"Yes, yeah! I get it," you grinned.

"But, uh, wanna drop by Starbucks before we head back? You live on campus, right?"

"I do! I'm down for coffee too," you nodded. Was this a date? No, nah, no way.

"Sounds good, I'd hate for the night to end early," he says, matching your pace. Early? Sir, it's 11 o'clock. You wanted to say that, but you held it back.

~

Since then this study group had met up a few more times leading up to midterms. Though Yangyang was the newest addition, having joined a grand total of five sessions out of the twelve previous, it was more like he'd been what the group has been missing. Sure, he was horrendous at Physics but that explanation you'd come up with to help him was enough to help you all out as well. Plus, he balanced the group's excess workaholism well with his "let's take a break!" attitude.

And, at the end of this most recent study session, the group found themselves in Mark's apartment, four pots with different kinds of instant ramen boiling in the background, and empty cans of various seltzers around you all.

"So, as I was saying," Giselle's voice was slurred as she drank down her third can, "men ain't shit," she points at you. "Do better," she leans on your shoulder and you nodded quietly.

"Do better? What do you mean?" Mark asks.

"Oh... yeah... (Y/N) has a big crush," Giselle giggles.

"I don't!" You shook your head and Mark perked up.

"Oh, shit, wait, let me make sure the noodles aren't burning!" He shot up and walked to the kitchen.

"So... who's your crush, (Y/N)?" Yangyang probes.

"Me? I don't have one!" You defended.

"You do!" Giselle urges you.

"I..." You hesitated while Yangyang waited for your answer. You can't tell him you like him now, not while you're both semi-drunk and at the behest of the cheeky girl behind you. It was just so unromantic! If you're going to confess then you want the setting to be good! "Mark."

"What?" Giselle and Yangyang were quick to answer.

"Mark, I like him, I think he's cool," you lied.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Giselle shrugs it off. "Either way, (Y/N)'s scared because, surprise, (Y/N) is a mouth virgin."

"Ew! Oh my god, never say it like that again," you pushed her away, but she quickly finds purchase around your waist once more. "Don't listen to her, I've just never had my first kiss," you turned to Yangyang who was already getting sleepy with all the alcohol. He just nodded.

"That's fine," he mumbles.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure (Y/N) is also a virgin virgin," Giselle whispers not-so-quietly.

"Giselle! Oh my god, I am never letting you drink again," you took her seltzer and chugged it down. "I'm... I am okay I can't deny or defend it, but god don't put it out in the open like that," you playfully push her again and she laughs. "Don't tell him."

"Sure, your secret's safe with me," Yangyang rests his head on the couch cushions. "Damn, this floor is uncomfortable."

"You could move to the couch," you said.

"Wanna move with me?" He asks. You look at Giselle, who's eyes seemed to sparkle with a 'go girl go' attitude.

"Yeah, sure, I can't feel my ass," you nodded. Yangyang stood up first, stumbling back slightly in the process, but once he steadied he helped you up too and you both sat down. "Oh, shit, I left my can," you reach down to grab it, but before you could even think of going any lower you shut your eyes, feeling like cotton was being stuffed into your ears.

"Hold on, I gotcha," Yangyang grabbed it for you and you took it. Meanwhile, he rested his arm at the back of the couch, looking over at where the entrance to the kitchen was. "Yo, Mark! Where's the ramen?!"

"I fucked up, guys!"

"Oh my god, how do you fuck up instant noodles," Giselle pushes herself up. "Don't worry, Mark, I'm on my way." And she's gone. Once again leaving you with the guy from physics.

"Hey, you know, offer still stands," Yangyang says quietly. "If you need a favor, I'll help," he continues.

"And... anything can be my favor?"

"Yeah," he gives you a sideways nod. "If I can do it, that is."

"Um, actually... Nevermind. I don't know, I'm just nervous to say it."

"What? Say it! The worst I can say is no, right?" He says. You finished your can. You're going to need all the alcohol in the world to say this now.

"Do you... do you think you can teach me..." you swallowed back a nervous sound. "Nevermind, I can't say it."

"Say it!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"You'll never look at me the same again!"

"You don't know that! It's cool, (Y/N), I gotchu, I owe you everything," he says. You shook your can, empty.

"Are you going to finish that," you pointed at the can he was holding behind you. Wait, behind you? It was now you realized the position you were in. How long were your legs close to his like this? Actually, no, not important. How long was his whole arm wrapped behind you? Hello? (Y/N)? Are you there? Again you felt your face heat up.

"Uh... do you want it?" He tilts the can toward you and you take it, chugging the rest of it down. You leaned toward him, your voice low so you knew for a fact the other two wouldn't be able to hear.

"Could you teach me how to kiss?" You asked quietly. Yangyang was also silent. But soon he leaned forward. "Of course, for when I finally confess to Mark," you insisted quickly.

"Right now?"

"No, later, when we're sober," you said. "Hopefully both of us forget about it," you say.

"I mean... yeah, I'm down to help you out," he says.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You won't even remember this," you crossed your arms and pulled away from him.

"Wanna bet?"

"Bet."

~

"Hey, (Y/N)! Ready for your kissing lesson?" Yangyang had a wide grin on his face and you gasped and shut your front door in his face.

"Oh my god, he remembered," you suppressed the urge to bite your nails. He knocks on the door again and you take a deep breath before opening it. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you said calmly. But Yangyang just stared at you with a flat expression. "Dammit."

"I have a really good memory, you know," he still has his signature smile.

"Okay... um... just a second," you closed the door again, carefully this time. And you broke out into a run. You scrambled to grab your mints from your bag, taking a handful of them into your mouth before picking up anything that seemed out of place and shoving them into a closet, then you ran to your room, grabbing the closest chapstick to you and layering that fucker over your lips while Googling 'How to Kiss someone' and opening up the first link to a WikiHow of all things and skimming through it on your way back to the front door. And, finally, once all the mints had dissolved, you opened the door again.

"Done cleaning up?" He chuckles.

"How'd you know?" You asked him.

"I heard you running around there, (Y/N)," he answers.

"Oh... um... you should come inside now," you tried to shove your embarrassment down and you regretfully let him into your apartment.

"I'm warning you, Yangyang, I have never kissed anyone before, haven't even come close to it, so you're just wasting your time here," you tried to ward him off. Then, you sat on the couch, hopefully feigning some ignorance will push him away.

"Eh, don't worry about it, I'm patient," Yangyang fell back on the couch and bounced slightly on it. He stretched one arm over the back cushions and you groaned into your hands, begrudgingly sitting next to him all the while. He's too good.

"I mean, I know that, but I still feel bad," your voice was muffled by your palms.

"So? I knew exactly what I was signing up for getting into this," you could feel Yangyang shrug. "Hey, come on, enough of that," he knocks on the back of your hands and you moved them enough so that you could see him while keeping your hands over your mouth. "Hi," he grins.

"Hello," you responded. Yangyang leans forward.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he says.

"I know," you nodded curtly.

"And you know what?"

"Hm?"

"You may be good at teaching physics, but do you know what I'm good at teaching?"

"I swear if you say something embarrassing I'm kicking you out of my apartment."

"Okay, okay!" Yangyang raises his hands in front of him and your shoulders slumped. Your hands folded on your lap and you sighed. "Hey, it's up to you, I offered to help because I owe you one, but if you're not up to it it's fine."

"No, no, I can do this," you turned to him now.

"Okay, then do it," Yangyang egged you on and you nodded after taking a deep breath.

You proceeded slowly, a little unsure of your movements, but he was patient through it all. The accursed WikiHow article appeared in your head while you leaned toward him. Okay, easy now. Hands, where do you put your hands? You swallowed nervously and shut your eyes.

Yangyang, meanwhile, shifted glances between you and your hands each time. Sure, he figured he'd let you take charge, but fuck it you really need help. He tapped your wrist and your eyes opened.

"Oh god," you cursed quietly with your embarrassment clear as day.

"Visual learner?"

"Maybe?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Uh..." your mouth was too dry to say anything else. Instead, you looked everywhere but toward him.

"(Y/N), look at me," Yangyang says quietly. Your eyes finally settled on him. "I'll ask you one more time because I need a clear answer here, can I kiss you?" The usual joking demeanor he had was gone now, instead he was dead serious.

"I... was I supposed to ask you?"

"Christ, (Y/N), answer the question please," he says again. Never once did he look away. You took a deep breath.

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll only explain it once, okay?" He says. You nod. "First thing you want to do is relax, don't overthink anything, let things move naturally," he shifts so he can move toward you now. You moved back until you were pressed up against the armrest of the couch "Hands are up to you, just try not to grip the couch though, yeah? It'll stress you out," your eyes moved toward the movement of his hand pushing on the cushion next to you. "Then, lean in, wait a little, and..." he pauses. The two of you were close enough that the tips of your noses were just barely brushing against each other. You held your breath now, your hands had somehow grasped onto each other and pressed down against your chest while your lips were sealed shut.

"And then...?" You looked at either side of you, before looking back at him.

"Relax," he says quietly. Your shoulders slowly melted into the cushion.

Then, he pressed his lips to yours.

And it felt nice. You wouldn't call it perfect, you didn't have the experience to make that call, but you didn't hate it, no. Your hands bundled his hoodie while one of his held your chin. Slowly, he tilted your head up and the kiss felt all the more better. He pulled away and, embarrassingly, it seemed that you tried to chase after him. Still, he remained over you, and it was his turn to look elsewhere.

"Whoa..." he said after a short while, "sweet," he grinned, and you were at a loss for words. "Just like I thought. Is that strawberry chapstick?"

"You've been thinking of kissing me?"

"I asked first," he sang. You groaned.

"Um… yeah," you answered.

"Huh," Yangyang's tongue pokes out from between his lips for a moment. "Oh yeah, that’s definitely strawberry," he grins. "Now to answer you, I always thought you were cute then, lo and behold, guess who joins my study group," he laughs.

"Huh? Excuse you, sir, you joined my study group," you defended yourself, sitting up fast enough that he climbed off of you.

“Did I, though?” Yangyang asks. You paused. Come to think of it, you did join the group late, and Mark had always mentioned to you that there was another person who usually joined on the Fridays you couldn’t make it. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your surprise. “Surprise~” He sang.

“Oh god… I was set up!”

“Oh, big time, baby.”

“I…” you fell back on the couch. There had to be some way out of this embarrassment, you weren’t ready to come to terms with what was going on, then, your little white lie came back to you and you composed yourself once more. “Thank you for helping me out, Yangyang, I feel much more confident in confessing to Mark now.”

“Sure, (Y/N),” his responds slyly. “That why you were wearing strawberry instead of watermelon?”

“Dammit!”

“That and you do know that Mark’s, like, my best friend, right?” Yangyang flashed a text conversation between the two of them and you squinted to read it. The gist of the conversation was that Mark had told Yangyang about your little plan and Yangyang decided to play along.

“Played like a fiddle,” you shook your head.

“Would you like me to play you like a violin then?”

“That was cheesy,” you let out a small laugh. "Leave, get out, I said I'd kick you out if you said something cheesy," you said between laughs.

"What? Whoa! Who said the lesson was done?" Yangyang says slyly. "Come on, chapter 2, it's easy," he says.

"Is it really?"

"Sure," he leans toward you again and you leaned back until he was pressing you against the couch. "I'm gonna teach you how to make out, okay?" You swallowed nervously.

"Okay," it came out as a squeak and he laughed. "Stop it!"

"I'm sorry, hold on," he tries to stop, he really does, but it just made you even more embarrassed.

"Yangyang!"

"Oh man, I really thought this was going to go differently, hoo boy," he steels himself again. "I'm gonna kiss you again, is that okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, sure," you nodded and his lips connected with yours again, but this time it felt good. Good enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck to deepen it, and good enough for you to relax into his movements. Then, when a surprising moan came out of you, you felt him shift and grab your waist so suddenly that you gasped slightly, but that was more than enough for him. Yangyang pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss in a way you didn't think possible, but, you didn't hate it. And when he pulled away you feared what snark remark he had now.

"You sure you've never kissed anyone?" He smirks.

"Oh my god," you looked away from him and all you could hear was his laughter.

"God, I like you, I like you a lot," he nudges your leg with his. "I think we'll be good for a long time, baby."

"Too much, I'm already embarrassed," you waved your hand toward him.

"So are you a coffee or tea person? I'd love to get to know you more," he teases. "And, not to be a little shit about it, but 'that guy with the orange backpack from physics,' are you serious?" He asks.

"Giselle that little backstabber!" You groaned. "Don't pretend you didn't have a code phrase for me too."

"I did, actually, with Mark."

"What was it?" You were almost afraid to find out.

"That person from physics with the black backpack."

"Oh you little-"

"Damn! I kiss you once and now you can't keep your hands off of me!"

"Yangyang!"

"God, I'm so into you."

"I cannot take you seriously, oh god."

~

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[footy-fictionist]

Insecurities - Karim Adeyemi

Pairing: Karim Adeyemi x female reader

Warnings: talk of insecurities in academic knowledge, little bit of angst, a curse word here or there

Word count: 1077

Note: This just came to mind and I thought it was a good idea. If I have missed anything in the warnings please let me know. Again, English is not my first language, I don't know Karim in real life so this is pure fiction and part of my imagination. Please do not copy or repost my work, reblogging is fine though!

Karim was never interested in school. When he talked about school, he told everyone how he didn’t do anything and the ways of telling his parents about school. How he was honest with his dad and said he failed his test because of football, whilst lying to his mum and saying that the questions were too difficult. So imagine everyone’s surprise when Karim started dating a teacher. One who had a huge passion for teaching and helping her students grow. 

Karim was used to busy days of training, traveling and games. It’s safe to say he never thought he would find a girlfriend that is busier than he is. It isn’t just teaching, it’s endless meetings with both co-workers and parents, paperwork and grading, preparing lessons and following courses to stay up-to-date with the changes in education. It almost makes Karim feel bad about the way he was in school. How he just didn’t put in any effort, when there are teachers like his girlfriend who give their all.

There are three big problems when it comes to dating her though. One, she would spend endless nights getting everything ready. Two, the teasing from his friends and family. And last but not least, how she absolutely crushes him when it comes to game night. He’s about ready to ban 30 Seconds from game night. She’s like a walking encyclopedia. When she’s on his team, he’s over the moon. But unfortunately for him, she isn’t this time. They invited some of his teammates and their spouses over for a game night. 

They all decided to draw names from a hat to figure out the partners for 30 seconds. Karim and Jude end up as a pairing, which isn’t bad, but according to Karim it isn’t great either. She teams up with Nico, which is everyone’s worst nightmare. Both of them know quite a lot, but together they are a well oiled machine. They fly through the cards, scoring 5 points on almost every turn. Karim is starting to think they’re cheating and their laughs and happy high fives/shoulder bumps are getting on his nerves. And everyones teasing just doesn’t end when he and Jude barely get any points.

“I thought you’d be better at this Karim. You’re dating a teacher. Everyone would think you’d pick up some facts from that alone.” “Wow man, you really should’ve done better in school.” “Guess those jokes about failing tests are backfiring now.”

The last comment is the last drop. Karim stands up abruptly and stalks towards the kitchen. It shocks everyone to see him walk out of the room like that, he can usually take the jokes. What they don’t know is that dating her makes Karim insecure. He knows he doesn’t know as much as she does and with everyone pointing it out. It makes him think he’s not good enough and that she should be with someone smarter, someone like Nico who did pay attention in school. For fucks sake, Nico even knows how to sew clothes. 

In the living room, she gets up to go after Karim. She’s also a little confused, Karim is always calm and collected, even when he’s angry. She walks into the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, his back facing her. She slowly walks his way and softly wraps her arms around his waist. His tense form immediately relaxes a little. They just stay like that for a minute before he turns around in her arms and he wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Her arms tighten around his waist as well, her face resting in the crook of Karim’s neck. 

“You okay baby?”

She softly murmurs against the skin of his neck. It makes a shiver run through his body. He just nods and holds her that little bit closer. He almost panics when she starts to pull away, only to calm down again when she holds his cheeks and puts her forehead against his. 

“Are you sure? It’s like you snapped out of nowhere.”

“I’m fine, I just… Are you sure you should be dating me?”

His question shocks her so much that her hands leave his face. Her mouth drops open, forehead losing contact with his, as she stares at him incredulously. 

“What are you on about? How does that question even cross your mind? I’m crazy about you, what makes you think I shouldn’t be dating you. You’ve stolen every single piece of my heart.” 

“I just think you might be better off with someone that’s smarter than me. Someone who actually paid attention in school. Someone that can match you in these games, someone like Nico.”

Her eyes rake over his face, studying his eyes and the emotions swimming in them. She’s not sure if he means what he’s saying. As far as she knows, she’s never doubted their relationship because she’s a teacher and he hated school. She loves that they are different like that. And she thought he felt the same way. 

“I would never be better off with Nico. Nico is your best friend and my friend. You have never doubted your friendship with him even though you differ in academics. And there is no reason to doubt our relationship for it. My work is just that, work. You Karim are everything to me. You are my private life, where I am the happiest I’ve ever been. Yes, I love my job and the kids. But I’ll never love it and them more than you. I don’t care if you know the full encyclopedia or if you know nothing at all. I love you for you and I would never even think of replacing you in my life.”

This time it’s Karim that studies her. He can tell that she’s telling the absolute truth, not a single trace of a lie. She’s clearly determined to convince him of her love for him and he’s never been more grateful to have her.

“I love you.”

It’s the only thing he responds with, but it’s enough. She understands every underlying thought. She leans her forehead back against his, happy to just be as close to him as possible for the moment. They stay like that for another minute before she pulls away and grabs his hand. They walk back into the living room, no one commenting on it. The night continues as though nothing happened and all is well again.

#karim adeyemi x reader #karim adeyemi x female reader #karim adeyemi imagine #karim adeyemi one shot #karim adeyemi fanfic #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot

[starleska]

Wait Star okay I'm here because I need to talk about another fictional husband (gender neutral) I've had for a long time. Their name is Reala (I use he and they interchangeably because Word of God says their species doesn't have genders but Reala's called "he" in the game proper) from NiGHTs Into Dreams and NiGHTs: Journey of Dreams and he... they... they're so evil. They're so evil and sharp and cackling and they have sharp nails and purple lipstick and this gorgeous voice and I've been VERY annoying about him for a VERY long time. I've been reworking the same OC I ship with them since like 2013. I just think they're neat and I feel like you'll find them neat too. They're my previous evil boy, my beloved abomination. This one's less an argumentative essay and more just me having a lot of feelings about this character.

ohhhh Esme as always you come in with the most fantastic character crushes!!!! 🙈💖

Reala is serving in those goddamn ballet boots with that jester aesthetic, wow wow wow!!! you're right, they are very neat...and i'm curious, did this video game franchise have an influence on Toby Fox at all?? because i'm getting a bit of Jevil from Reala's voice lines here, especially the laugh!! gosh, i think it's amazing that you've spent so long with Reala and your OC...that's some real dedication 🥺 i don't know anything about this universe, but am curious about your OC!!! what kind of dynamic do they have with Reala? 👀 and don't worry at all, i love it when people come in here getting super excited about their faves!! it's lovely to see 🙈💖

#reala #nights into dreams #nights journey of dreams #f/o suggestions #starleskasks

[faffreux]

Wow I just came to your page to let you know how much I appreciate your blog and how much happiness it brings to people who are passionate about their fictional crushes and I see this shit... I am so sorry you have to deal with this man that anon although probably a troll is fucking terrible for even attempting to rip off the story you put so much heart and passion into. I put my soul into my stuff too and I know if anyone ever tried to steal it or claim it's theirs I'd be extremely pissed. I hope this gets resolved quickly we got your back Faff. We know who's story this really is.

Thanks for the kind words!!

And thank you. I really hope it won’t come to anything like that but this is a huge sore spot for me and getting sent something like that felt weirdly intentional and gross so everything together just kind of sent me into a tizzy. You saying that means a lot to me, though!

#asks

[tastylemonbread]

LIKELY INCOHERENT RAMBLINGS ON FICTIONAL GODS IVE CREATED. its a bit much.

[all this has been copy + pasted from discord with some minor revisions]

dude actually. the gods have a natural passive cloaking spell-ish thing on them at all times that blocks most humans from consciously registering them. but anyway this effect doesn't work on animals. where im going with this is that crows are totally aware of real gods

i havent really been updating this server on the design changes to some of the gods. if i can remember em all.....

chaos is now represtented by incomprehensible shambling arms that move in a mesmerizingly smooth manner, but any individual arm/hand appears to move jagged and jittery. its face is one of those creepy white painted smiley theatre masks, and its "neck" is just arms holding the mask

war used to be an armored thing, then i wanted it to be a humanoid robot that looks like a tank. then i decided that war god should actually be a skinny fucker that wears the robot like armor. then i decided no actually these ideas should kiss and be yuri and actually war god is now a big robot tank armor thing that's been worn so long that the being inside has been fused with the mechanical bits. veins and tendons creep along its insides. between the mechanical armor plating, you can see muscle. it bleeds

god of life is void black wearing a white suit, which is like the opposite of death with his white bone and void black clothes. anyway, life never wears a tie, and her blazer is never buttoned up to show she's less tied down by all the red tape of order's institution. oh and also her shirt is fun colorful

[old sketches of life. i forgot to draw her clothes right. i always forget this.]

anyway erm. life and death have rings of the other one's sigils :3

not married

idk its complicated

i think what i may go with is that life thinks theyre already in a relationship but death thinks that he just has this huge unreciprocated crush on her. this too is yuri

have i mentioned that god of fear is a doggy now. black doggy. one of them sleek fighter jet lookin ones. and his face is all scarred and shit. these scars make him look more intimidating but they're just.... scars. signs of abuse and pain. because god of fear is also god of misery and all that stuff [note: nobody actually knows that he's also misery. they're too scared of him (he has this natural aura that makes him fuckign terrifying) to talk with him. hence the crippling isolation and consequential misery]

[note for my tumblr girlies. trying to imvent a god of the sky and stars is kinda fucking hard when you are at all aware of what astronomy is. like. wow. that sure is A LOT OF PLANETS for a single god to have domain over. hrm. maybe i need to rethink this.]

[i rethought it. i have decided that sky and star god only controls how stars are perceived from earth. and also astrology or whatever. yaaayyy ^_^]

[another note about god of war. me making the body fused with the armor conveniently allows me to make a suit of armor that can't actually fit a humanoid thing. i can just say that the humanoid thing is curled up in a ball or whatever. yaaaayyyy :D]

[another note about god of fear. i looked up the dog. its called a doberman]

#txt #writing tag #oc #im supposed to have tags for all my gods but who cares

[gurugirl]

I don't know if I'm influenced by all your dilf harry stories or is it just my mind racing too much🤷‍♀️ anyway my dad has a group of friends that he throws a lot of pool parties with during the summer and it just so happens that there be this his friend he is really sexy and hot only problem is he is married and has a daughter who is also friends with my sister. but let's go on! I've already seen him other times when I went to pick up my sister from school and we always greeted each other well because he knew my father … but like 10 days ago my father organized a pool party with these friends of his where there was he is also.

at first i swam in the pool and everything was very calm then later they started making cocktails and without me saying anything he brought me one and my mind was already thinking some things… then after towards lunchtime they started cooking and he started making pasta and i was like holy shit he's so hot and he's good at cooking too! after I finished eating I went near the swimming pool to lie down and relax a bit (there was nobody nearby because they were still all near the part where the outdoor kitchen was) then when I see him coming he gives me a smile and tell me "hey miss!” I returned the smile and greeted him, but then other people arrived so the moment was over.

i know it should be wrong to think that way about a man who could be my father and also has a family but he's so sexy my god

OH WoW 😅 Well, I think there's nothing wrong with looking and having a crush or imagining how things could progress. Like in fantasy and in fic this thing is can be so hot. In reality it's way messier and uglier than it's ever portrayed in fiction.

Though... I can't say this isn't a bad fic idea. The begining sounds a little like @swiftmendeshoran curvy secret 👀 though Harry's not married in that one. But still. The idea and the fantasy is always way hotter than the reality.

BUT, that being said! Don't feel bad for having a crush! Sometimes it's nice to have a little fantasy. It hurts no one as long as it stays a scenario in your mind.

Have fun with all those pool parties and cookouts, babe! That's what summers are for. And it doesn't hurt that you have a little eye candy as well 🤭

xoxo

#ask #dilf!harry

[tipsy-scales]

If you could give 9s confidently sexy outfits like 2b can have what would you want them to look like?

Oooh that’s a fun question! Though I gotta be honest I’m not like…into 9S. He’s one of my favorite characters & Ig I do think he’s attractive but it’s not like "WISH HE WAS MINE!" That goes for all fictional characters I like where you could call it a crush? Or even if I think they look good in xyz outfit or art it doesn’t really mean I’m into them. Sorry that wasn’t your question but it’s a thing that's been on my mind 😅

Now for my extremely in depth answer that makes the first part seem like a lie!

Male silhouettes are very interesting to me because they’re so simple. I think a lot of designs phone it in and don't play around as much. You'll see a girl's outfit incorporating 35 fetishes, and then the guy has basic armor. Boooo!! Guys have attractive elements. They're just different. Anyway, 9S has some interesting things going on with his alt outfits especially that I like a lot.

My favorite is the Nier Reincarnation one

I like that you can see his arms pfft. I really like the shape of shoulders so I like when a male character design has a tight shirt and short sleeves like that. And the strip of skin showing on the arms is more creative than long sleeves. It’s like putting thigh highs on a girl instead of tights LOL Even the slouchy shorts play with his body shape a little. And is that a garter?! Nice...

Then, looking at two of his concept art outfits. The suspenders/body harness on B is really cool. I love body harnesses--especially like the ones those K pop boys wear. I keep a folder of outfit inspiration for my doll and a lot of it is pictures of K Pop boy outfits. I like what they do with chains on the hands and those half gloves. Admittedly I've always liked the aesthetic of bondage...

Then on C, I really like shorter shorts and bag strapped on his leg like hello??? There's some Fire Emblem cypher or comic art where they'd strap the tomes on the mage's legs and I'd always look at that like WOW!!

In his regular outfit, I like that he has a choker. Like why don't we put chokers on men more often? That's inspired.

Boots with heels are cool too! Like what Joker from P5 has.

I save a lot of gothic ouji/lolita pair outfits as well

To me the most interesting thing is the...effort. There's effort put into the masculine outfit. That's some beef I have with a lot of Rin and Len Kagamine outfits. It feels like they design Rin's & then slap shorts on it and say GET OVER HERE LEN without considering what would make Len look cool as a guy independently from Rin. (I am also a Len Kagamine fan)

I like to make fun of the Nier Automata pop up shop art. And this part is arguably more about how the character is drawn than the outfit itself but whatever.

This is from the Animate cafe, and I think they totally phoned it in on 9S. 2B feels over designed and not that great to me either. But just looking at 9S, what's he have? A basic suit with shorts? The tailcoat and sock garters are interesting but it's just...not doing anything for him. The shorts are giving little boy too. I know he always wears shorts but in this picture he doesn't feel equal to 2B. It's like hey 9S is here too!

BUT THIS

Ngl a friend totally sent this art to me to make fun of how over designed their outfits are. But this is my favorite anime promo art with new outfits we've gotten so far because they put equal effort into 9S. And the outfits are so lolita. They're a mess...together.

Going back to the main point though, I like when effort is put into a guy's outfit. Thee sexiest thing to me is...trying.

And personal elements I like are: showing the upper arms, harnesses, chains, cool boots, and stuff in that realm. I think 9S could pull any of this off. I'd like to see him have an outfit with slouchy pants. Or like...shoulder or waist cutouts. Even on a really simple all black outfit that can be cool. Show a little skin! Give me something!

I think that's all! K pop, cyber/streetwear, and gothic fashion are big inspirations for me when dressing my 9S doll and that's my general direction with him. I see 9S drawn in boyish looks a lot, but I think that since I have so many precious anime sons who are literal children, I like thinking of 9S as more mature and kinda cool. Like he could be hot...if he wanted

#asks #this is long so ill tag it forreal #9s #nier automata #and for full understanding what made me love him was the last route LOL so he's like...a little twisted to me #I won't deny that he is baby but a guy can be two things #reminder 9S is not my son. He lives in my house & I buy him jewelry

[ccasey0]

I like how we were talking about coincidences and one *just* occurred!

Someone where I live actually recently got hit by a train. I don't know any of the details but I do know: the train was immediately stopped, and it doesn't take THAT long to clean up, since the train was leaving the same day that the accident occurred.

Now, away from the solid facts I know about the incident and onto my own theories about what would happen: I feel like it would just crush a lot of bones and then as the train slowed down, you would eventually loose the air pressure holding you against the train, and would fall. Some limbs would be crushed or torn off, but you probably wouldn't be shredded to bits.

Also, open caskets are ONLY offered if the body is in good enough condition. You can request it, but the request is only accepted if they are able to make the body presentable. So, thankfully, no Frankenstein monsters during burials :3

As for my shower thoughts.... I watch a lot of book/show/movie breakdowns where they go in depth about the symbolism of certain scenes. About how EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL. ment something in certain media. How much of that is actually decided by the creator, and how much of it is people looking WAY to hard into things?? I remember having to write a THREE PAGE ESSAY on the symbolism and literary tools used in ONE paragraph of a book once and... I just could not for the life of me belive the author intended for this one paragraph to have three pages worth of meaning in it. I don't think I could ever write a paragraph with three pages worth of meaning in it (at least... on purpose).

What's your favorite genre? Mine is fantasy or thriller (not the blood and guts kind but the constant suspence kind. To much blood and guts can actually turn me away at times)

Also, sorry this is so long, and goodnight, I'm heading to bed!!!

- J

ah, wow. what a coinkydink. also, thank you for the fun facts! i will treasure this information.

my teacher has us do this ReadTheory thing where we read passages and then complete a quiz about the passage, and some of the questions are so analytical and they even start using wording and phrases that the teacher couldnt understand at times. i get where you are coming from when you say people look too hard into things. ive seen theories about Aus that i follow that are literal ESSAYS. it makes my jaw drop every time. sometimes in a good way tho :D

as for my favorite book genre, id have to say fantasy fiction. mainly animal based for some reason. like Familiars or Wings of Fire. i dunno, i find them interesting. (although, the turning away from blood and gore thing is one thing in which we differ. there are some authors who can go into such gruesome and amazing detail when it comes to stuff like that, and i love reading it. maybe im just a psycho lol)

I wont give you a question since you are going to bed :) sleep well and have a good day tomorrow! i have school and the theater practice so i likely wont be on a lot this week. maybe at night or early morning tho!

arrivederci my friend!

#you ask #i answer #goodnight J! #this has been quite enjoyable #i shall see you again sometime in the near future i hope #:)

[mickittotheman]

Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Three (3!) tags this week i feel so honored!!! thank you @astaraels @mickeym4ndy @samantitheos

Name: Mechy

Age: mid-20s

First Pet? I had a white mouse named Salt and my brother had a black mouse named Pepper. Tragically, Salt ended up cannibalizing Pepper 😢. I was of course sad and horrified but I was also slightly proud that my mouse won (I was a weird kid)

First Word? “no.” very on brand for me 🤠

First Celebrity Crush? Hmmm crushes are tricky for me bc i’m very much on the aro/ace spec. However I will say the first fictional character I became obsessed with was Adrian Monk when I was like 6 or 7 (have i mentioned i was a weird kid?) 

First IRL Crush? Same issue as above. There was one boy i followed around a lot in kindergarten but i think i might've just liked his hair (it was red lmao #mickey coded behavior)

First kiss? classified

First Car? No car :( By the time i had the money for it i’d been diagnosed with narcolepsy because my life is a tragedy

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? I 100% lucked out and went to a community college where one of the campuses had dorms. The dorms were NICE, like I had my own room, only had to share a bathroom with the adjoining room, decent size and overall pretty good condition. PLUS they were crazy cheap so between financial aid and a few student-jobs i was covered. 

First time on a plane? When i was 18 one of my best friends was going to visit family in Germany and they let me tag along!!! It was so fun, i’d never been on a vacation before, let alone a PLANE and i loved it, honestly i thought the turbulence was super fun and i had my face smushed up against the window every waking moment

First cellphone? Motorola Razr Flip 😎

First concert? Never been to one! Closest thing was probably a Shrek Rave back in college lmao

First Foreign country you visited? Technically speaking it would be Mexico, but it doesn't really count because my family is from there and it's also Very Close. So I’d say that Germany trip instead.

First sport you ever played? Soccer ⚽️

First career aspiration? Doctor I think

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow": hmmm i’ve always drawn and had an unwarrantedly large ego as a child so I really can’t pinpoint the first time. However I what i CAN share is my Pride and Joy Best Creation To Date: 

Now, i know what you're thinking, “Mechy. That is an averagely painted bird.” HOWEVER. If you look closer you will see that EVERY ITEM in that picture is actually hand sculpted hand painted oven bake clay. Honestly i think that was my Peak i can’t see myself doing anything cooler than that lol but i am content with this being my legacy

tagging @sleepyheadgallavich @krysmiss @sillygoofygoobersstuff @transsexual-dandelions @liza420 only if you want to of course, if not this is me handing you a pencil only for you to later discover it is a fake made from clay just as you try to use it to write down something important sorry not sorry ✏️

#weekly tag wednesday #LOVE these things an unreasonable amount for someone who claims not to like talking about themselves 💀 #full disclosure the table and sketchbook wires were not made of clay #i'm a fraud i know #i did get a kick out of it the few times another dude in my art class would ask to borrow that pencil though lmao

[majorplayer]

i can literally never go back to TTR at this point. i cannot possibly overstate the degree to which TTCC has permanently ruined rewritten for me in the ONE MONTH i have played it consistently this year so far. (i played it for a month when it first came out but i just never got into it back then.)

rewritten is just... so bad and unfun, relatively. it's fatally stuck in the past. it's for nostalgic people who want a few months of ignorant fun, not for long-term enjoyment. don't get me wrong, TTO was certifiably The Shit back in the late 2000s and all we stupid children loved it exactly how it was (which is how TTR still is), but how can it possibly be enjoyed anymore once you've seen the greener pastures? even if clash was almost an exact copy of rewritten and the only differences were the quality of life changes, those changes are so impactful on every aspect of gameplay that i'd still feel the same way.

but it's not even just QoL changes, clash also improves on every aspect of the story, characters, the game mechanics, etc. fuck, even just the clash team is infinitely better than rewritten's. they actually respond to emails, take action against bad actors, approve names within 24 hours (rewritten takes WELL over 1 month recently), and god man, it's so so SOOOO obvious just how passionate the clash team is about the game. it's not something they need to say out loud; it's something you straight up feel as you play it. they pour their hearts and souls into making clash the best it can possibly be.

i used to play rewritten thinking i was having fun, but i am honest to god questioning that now. i don't think i was ever having fun on it in the past few years, not seriously. it's all nostalgia for a game that suffers from crushing subscription-incentivizing design and 2003 capabilities. the entire game is going through the fucking Motions, wasting your life playing the most soul-suckingly repetitive ways disney could implement to keep a bunch of 9 year olds begging their parents for a monthly subscription back in 2009 so they wouldn't get locked out of their toon before they could complete their seventh Back Nine in a row to do one CEO before their math homework. there's not even any strategy involved in the gameplay because it's not meant to pose any sort of challenge, it's just a timesink for monthly subscriptions. clash feels fresh. there's actual strategy and it can be really difficult (in a fun way!!!!) even if you're experienced.

clash is the modern take on toontown, and man do they knock it out of the park on every single account. the fact that i have recently discovered one of my new favorite fictional characters ever and it comes from clash says a lot about how good it is. meanwhile in TTO/TTR, you can generally find people laughing about lil oldman or maybe saying they enjoy flippy, but not much else love for characters besides edge cases. the story of clash has genuine replayability. i feel actual excitement to replay the managers in clash and even to grind them, whereas i would always dread having to do another suit boss or field office in rewritten. playing it is almost like an abusive relationship. i never maxed a toon in TTO, so i really wanted to max a toon in TTR since it was the closest thing... it's such an extreme example of the sunk cost fallacy, blatantly so now that i've played clash.

the fact of the matter is, i grew up. TTO was, and now TTR is, fun for people under the age of 15, and/or people stuck in the early 2010s at the latest. despite being really into clash for such a short amount of time so far, i've already heard this sentiment echoed a number of times while playing it. no one who goes into clash with an open mind and gives it an honest chance goes back to rewritten in a meaningful capacity. no one hits 115 laff in rewritten and thinks "wow, almost all of the rest of my laff will come from suits, i'm so excited to do back nines!" meanwhile i'm about to hit 115 laff in clash and i'm not even remotely finished with the (compelling, well-written, and cohesive) story, much less doing anything repetitive. i'm only excited to continue where i'm at.

#this is a mess. i just wanted to rant #i still log into rewritten a couple times a week to keep up on my cattlelog (the urge to Collect despite no intentions to Play again) #but also to gift my few friends all the wearables since afking at beanfest while on clash is so easy and it makes them super happy :') #also so when friends see me online and whisper me i can continue telling them how much fun i'm having on clash (HINT HINT) #three of them have said they want to check out clash 😉😳😏 i'm working on wearing them down to bring them over ok #one of them said the same thing i kept telling myself for weeks before i started clash: #“i just want to max this toon and then i'll happily try out clash :) i've only heard really good things about it. i'm excited to play it!” #they're at 123 laff rn and i was at 126 laff when i was telling myself that last month right after maxing cashbot #trying my hardest to telepathically beam directly into their brain just how far from worthwhile that endeavor is without being pushy #just take a leap and go straight to clash... instant life improvement + very quick redpill for seeing how bad the rewritten experience is #clashpilled...... #original

[klkirbles]

wow my current fictional crushes sure say a lot abt me huh haha

[wordofthewicked]

Switched- A Fred and George Weasley Fan Fic

Fred and George Weasley are the most infamous duo at Hogwarts- you'll never find one without the other trailing close behind. Many people can't even tell them apart, and even fewer try to figure it out. However, there is more to the twins than meets the eye. Perhaps being two halves of the same whole isn't their choice in the first place. When a date with George's longtime crush leads to a new budding romance, chaos ensues within the Gryffindor house. This girl holds some key to George's future, but can he outrun the danger that comes with loving her?

~All characters, places, objects, and events that happen in the Harry Potter Universe are property of J.K Rowling. I own none of them. This book is purely a work of fan fiction.~

General Master List

Switched Master List

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Chapter Four- The Kiss

Stevie's POV:

George and I stood outside the Great Hall, the rumble from inside the doors was making me dizzy. "They're going to stare."

He laughed a bit and shrugged. "When you're with me- they'll always stare."

"I'm not used to being someone people care much about." I brushed my long hair out of my face, and shifted my weight between my legs.

"Relax- you're just having dinner with me. It's not like you're the first person whose sat at another house table." George put his arm around my shoulder and ushered me into the hall before I had a chance to argue.

The wall of sound hushed slightly at the sight of George and I together. Hearing we were going on a date was one thing, seeing it was another. My eyes immediately trailed over to my normal seat at the Slytherin table. Draco and I made eye contact, and he gave me a small thumbs up in support. I shot him a grateful smile before George quickly guided me over to where his friends and family were sitting.

"Think we have room for another guest?" He laughed, dropping his arm back to his side. I shivered slightly at the loss of his body heat against me.

The chatter at the table silenced, and Fred looked quickly between the two of us. No one spoke a word until Fred broke out into a beaming smile and signaled for Hermione to scoot farther down the table. "As Mum says- there's always room for one more at the dinner table."

George and I quickly sat down, sandwiching me between himself and Hermione. I gave the table a weak hello, and began fidgeting with my hands in my lap.

"Relax love- you look like you're gonna be sick." George whispered in my ear.

"I'll try to miss your shoes. No promises." I joked.

He paused for a moment and studied my face curiously. I raised an eyebrow at him as a silent question, but he just shook his head and faced his twin.

"How was everyone's afternoons?" George smirked, helping himself to a scoop of potatoes.

"Probably not as fun as yours from the looks of it." Ron sniggered, before Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.

"Right- Stevie, isn't it? I don't think we've ever actually met. I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione offered me her hand and I shook it gingerly.

"Wow, I wonder why." Ginny grumbled from across the table, her gaze set intensely on me.

"Oh right- course you know Fred. That's Harry- well I'm sure you know him too. And Ron, he's next to Hermione there. Next to Freddie you have Lee, and Katie. On his other side are Angelina and Ginny. And then this is Alicia. And that's- well that's everyone." George smiled, gesturing wildly around the table.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all! George talks very highly of you." I tried to ignore the way they were looking at me. It was a mixture of curiosity and distain, all wrapped into one.

"Don't think you lot did much talking today." Lee chortled.

George cocked his head before turning to look at me. Suddenly, his eyes went wide, and he pulled my hair to the right side of my neck.

"What're you-" I began, bringing my hand to my throat. 

"You've got an, erm" his face flushed red, drowning out his freckles "you know. On your neck. An uhm-"

Realization washed over me and I felt my cheeks heat up. I could hear a few more of his friends chuckling, each one making me feel more out of my element.

"You know what, I'm not even hungry anyways. I might just call it a night and go back to my dorm." I started standing up, but George grabbed my wrist before I could move.

"No! Stay- please. They're just poking fun at me, not you." He assured me.

"Sorry Stevie- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Just having a bit of fun s'all." Lee scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"No- I'm sorry. It's been a hard day and I'm just tired." I told him, giving him a weak smile.

"God- Malfoy looks like he's ready to murder someone. Look at him." Fred pointed out, his eyes trained over at the Slytherin table.

Instinctively, we all followed his line of sight and turned to where Draco was sitting. He was, truly, absolutely fuming. However, his eyes were not focused on George and I, instead blaring right at Adrian. I quickly turned away from them, not interested in seeing any more.

"Looks like somethings going on over there- can't wait to hear the inside scoop from our new Slytherin best friend." Lee laughed, nodding towards me.

I shook my head back at him and smiled. Draco Malfoy is many things- arrogant, a prick, and a bit of a blood purist (though if you ask him he sounds more like he's reciting lines that his father taught him), but he was always very directly protective of his female friends. He usually stayed mostly sober at parties to ensure nothing happened, and didn't think twice about hexing any guy who looked at Pansy, Millicent, or me the wrong way.

George sensed how tense I was and placed his hand on my knee to steady it. With his left hand, he kept eating his dinner, not paying any mind to the burning sensation that blossomed from where his fingers grazed my skin, just where my skirt stopped.

"So Stevie- what do you do for fun? Do you play Quidditch?" Angelina piped up from across the table.

"Er- yeah. I play when I can."

"Oh I didn't know that! Why don't you play for Slytherin? Did you try out? What position are you?" Alicia asked excitedly.

"I did try out last year, but I didn't make it. I prefer Keeper- but honestly as long as it isn't Beater I'm fine." I smiled.

"Oh, what a shame. You should try out again this year! You guys could use more girls on the team!" Katie enthused. "Or any girls, actually."

"And with Malfoy as the new captain, I'm sure you'd have quite the shot." Fred raised his eyebrows.

"I am planning on it, our tryouts are tomorrow morning. Hopefully it goes well- I spent a lot of this holiday at Draco's practicing. He really wanted me to take over as a Chaser since Flint's gone, and I'm a pretty fast flyer. My accuracy for getting goals isn't as good as he wants it to be, though." I shrugged, serving myself a helping of the potatoes as my appetite began coming back.

"A summer intensive on Quidditch playing from Malfoy sounds like my own personal hell." Angelina laughed, shaking her head.

We all laughed with her and I felt my heart began to still in my chest. George's friends were a lot like him- loud and boisterous, but really, truly kind. As the food on our plates slowly began to disappear, the platters of chicken and potatoes were replaced with delicately decorated desserts.

Suddenly, I felt George stiffen beside me. His hand quickly left my knee, where it had stayed the entirety of the meal. He scooted slightly farther from me, and nervously glanced over before quickly turning towards Fred. Lee looked between the two of them, as if he could also feel the shift in the energy.

I leaned into George's side and whispered. "You okay?"

He jumped at the sound of my voice, seemingly surprised at my presence. "Erm, yeah. I'm alright."

"Can I talk to you... alone?" Fred asked from across the table, standing up.

George nodded quickly and stood with him, the pair rapidly heading towards the door. As soon as they were out of sight, I looked over at Lee for answers. Before I could question him, he blurted out "Twin stuff, ya know?" and went back to eating his dessert.

I sighed deeply and looked back to the slice of apple pie that suddenly seemed less appealing now that George wasn't around. I set my fork down, and tried to tune in to whatever Angelina and Alicia were chatting about. I zoned out across the table, staring up at the large windows that showed the dark sky. Night was getting longer as autumn was beginning to set in.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and quickly swiveled around to see Draco standing sheepishly behind me. "Can I borrow you for a second?"

I nodded and got up to follow him out of the Great Hall, secretly thankful that I didn't have to be alone at the table anymore. Fred and George were no where to be seen, and it was just me and Draco alone in the corridor.

"What's going on?" I asked, once he stopped walking.

"I just wanted to get your side of the story. Adrian's spouting some bullshit about you being brainwashed by the Weasley boy, and said him and his body double tried to jump him after your potions lesson. It didn't sound right to me, so I wanted to talk to you about it." Draco rolled his eyes when he said "Weasley boy", but I let it slide.

"It's a really long story. I'm not being brainwashed by anyone, and they didn't try to jump him. George got in between Adrian and I because..." I trailed off, unsure of how best to explain it. "Adrian grabbed my arm a little too hard, and George heard me say it hurt. Him and Fred just wanted to make sure Adrian didn't do anything, but it's not a big deal."

Draco furrowed his brows and squinted at me slightly. "You sure that's all? It's unlike you to just disappear for hours, especially with someone you barely know. The weasel didn't... try anything you were uncomfortable with, right? Cause I can see you've got a giant hickey right there."

I laughed at his protective nature. "No he didn't do anything bad. He even asked before we kissed- very respectful. Something weird did happen though, now that you mentioned it." Draco nodded for me to continue, tilting his head at me. "Obviously this isn't the first time I've kissed someone. Yet, it was the weirdest thing. As soon as we kissed, it was like... Merlin, this sounds crazy, but it was like everything melted away. Not in a cliche way, but physically the world vanished for a second. It was the weirdest thing I have ever experienced."

"Alright I don't want anymore details." Disgust was written all over his features. "Keep it to yourself Blythe, you sound like a crazy teenage girl."

"Hmm, perhaps that's exactly what I am." I laughed, somehow relieved to just have been able to explain everything. "Keep that between us though, alright? I don't need everyone else thinking I've gone mad."

"Trust me- there aren't enough galleons in the world to get me to repeat what you just said." Draco laughed.

"And what did she say?" I heard a voice tease from behind me. Draco's smile instantly returned to his normal pout as he locked eyes with someone behind me.

I turned around to find Fred and George observing the two of us, their arms crossed in amusement.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I joked, scrunching my nose at them.

"Kinda, that's why I asked. But alright then- keep your secrets." George rolled his eyes, bemused.

"I am going back to the common room- I'll see you later." Draco muttered, turning to leave.

"Actually- wait. George, are we still on for tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He smiled.

"Great! Then," I ran towards him and gently pecked his lips. "I'm going to call it a night. Tell your friends it was nice to officially meet them. See you then. Bye Fred!" I turned back towards Draco and fell into pace with him as we headed away from the Great Hall and into the dungeons.

"You had to make me wait and watch that?"

~~~

Fred's POV

"I'm going to call it a night. Tell your friends it was nice to officially meet them. See you then. Bye Fred!" Stevie called over her shoulder as she ran to where Malfoy was standing.

I looked over at George who had a glazed expression resting across his face. I shook him gently, snapping him out of it. "Apparently you weren't the only who felt that when you kissed."

"I know. I thought it was because we were about to switch. That's almost exactly what it felt like, the world melting away from us." George was still staring at where Stevie was standing moments before.

I grabbed his arm and brought him into the Great Hall, dragging him back to our table.

"That was a close one, mate. She knew something was- wait did you two switch clothes?" Lee cocked his head at us.

George grumbled as he plopped back onto the bench. "Yeah, we switched right before we left. We had to switch clothes too, since I never got a chance to change out of my robes earlier."

"Why didn't you just switch back?" Angelina questioned.

"I-" began but quickly faltered. The thought hadn't occurred to me, changing clothes seemed like our best option.

"You're both idiots." She laughed.

Ginny was fuming next to her, her pale face almost red with rage. "What's got you in a mood?" I nodded at her.

"George- you can't just bring someone to sit with us without asking. Especially not someone like- well like her!" She shrieked, slamming her hands down on the table.

"Woah- calm down Gin. She had a bad day and I figured she would've rather sat with us than with her friends. Why is it such a big deal?" George rebuked.

Ginny opened and closed her mouth in exasperation before responding. "A big deal? Why is it a big deal? How about you ask Hermione, a muggleborn, how she feels about you inviting a blood purist to dinner!"

"She's not a blood purist!" George protested. "You don't have a hierarchy over who can and cannot sit with us."

"Maybe if you started thinking with your head instead of your dick, you'd see what I'm trying to say." Ginny got up and stormed out of the Great Hall, the rest of us watching in awe.

Silence fell over us for a moment, no one quite sure what to do.

"I'm not trying to make anyone uncomfortable. She's different than the other Slytherins- I wish you guys could see that." George rested his head in his hands, and slumped forward.

"I'm sure Gin will come around. You know how much she looks up to Hermione- she's just afraid Stevie's not... who you think she is. You did just meet her last week. And for most of that I was you." I elaborated.

"I'm not bothered by her- she seems quite sweet. But... anyone friends with Malfoy can't be-" Hermione took a deep breath and hesitated before continuing. "Everyone friends with Malfoy may not be a blood purist, but they've decided that's not a deal breaker. Which really does say something, I think."

George didn't say anything back to her and kept his head against the table.

"Well, if she's who you think she is, I support you." I piped up.

Lee, Alicia, Katie, and Angelina murmured in a half hearted agreement with me.

"Is no one else bothered that our 15 year old sister just talked about George's dick?" Ron interjected.

"I think we were hoping to just ignore that. Thanks for reminding us though." I explained.

George got up from the table and headed out of the room without saying another word to any of us.

"Do you think I upset him?" Hermione asked, pain written across her dark brown eyes.

"No," I assured her "I think he's just confused on what to do. I'll admit I don't know her very well and neither does he. If you asked me yesterday, I would've said they were going to go on one date and then probably realize they have nothing in common and call it off. But after today- there's something about her that's getting to him in a way I've never seen before. She kissed him goodnight and you would've thought that man won the lottery… again. They hang out once and she's suddenly sitting with us for dinner... I don't know."

"Something strange is going on. George's been weird since she said yes to the date, on edge and spacey." Lee confirmed.

"Maybe Ginny's right? Maybe she shouldn't be around us." Harry piped up.

"I don't know. But I have a feeling that whatever happens, George is going to be the one getting hurt." I sighed.

"I just- I can't believe she told him to stop thinking with his dick." Ron groaned.

"RONALD!" Hermione screamed, hitting him on the chest. "Please focus on the the issue at hand."

"You know you hit really hard." He grumbled, rubbing his hand over the spot Hermione had connected with.

"I'll hit harder next time." She retorted.

"3 sickles they're together by the end of their fifth year." Lee whispered to me.

"3 sickles he doesn't ask her until their seventh year." I responded.

"You're on."

#george weasley #fred weasley #fan fiction #harry potter fan fiction #harry potter #angelina johnson #alicia spinnet #hermione granger #fred and george #george weasley fic #ron weasley #draco malfoy #oliver wood #lee jordan #adrian pucey #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson

[emerald-notes]

How each BTS member will give a gift to their crush (Female reader)...

Note: This is totally fictional. This is to show how I personally perceive each BTS member and think how they will act in this specific situation.

1. Jungkook:

Jungkook was waving at me as I walked towards the shopping mall.

I wanted to buy myself something because I finally graduated from the college I was desperately wanting to leave. And I accidentally told that to Jungkook. He insisted on coming with me saying it didn’t look nice, my coming alone for such an occasion. I told him it wasn’t a big deal. But he would do whatever he wanted to and sometimes what his Hobi hyung requested him to do.

“You are late as always.” Jungkook pretended to look annoyed. I smiled and took his hand as we went inside.

The shop we went to was way too expensive than I anticipated. But the clothes were so damn good. I desperately searched for something that I could afford.

Seeing me struggling to choose, Jungkook brought a beautiful black and white top with a high-waist pant and showed it to me. The set was so beautiful that an automatic ‘wow’ reaction came to my face in an instant.

“So you like it?” Jungkook gave me a wide smile, “put it on.”

I shook my head and tried to explain to him. But he didn’t even listen to what I was saying. He simply pushed me toward the changing room. Once inside, I checked the price. NO WAY!

But I still put it on just to see myself in the mirror. I never felt more beautiful. In fact, I looked gorgeous. Jungkook really knew what looks good on me. I smiled at myself.

I came out of the changing room in my regular clothes. Jungkook looked confused, “What happened? Didn’t it fit well?”

“It fitted perfectly. But I can’t buy it. Not today. Let’s go somewhere else.” I said it straightforward without giving him a chance to speak. Jungkook was frowning. I putted the set back at their place and walked out of the shop.

“Thank you, anyway, Jungkook.” I said, “your choices...” I trailed off as I looked behind only to found that Jungkook wasn’t there.

I was a little confused for a while. Then I saw him coming out of the shop carrying a shopping bag with the same old wide smile on his face.

“You didn’t, did you?” I glared at him.

“Why?” he asked as if he had known nothing.

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell?” I shouted at him.

His smile was gone. He was looking at me with his big doe eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, “You know, my eomma always says that if you get out of a shop without buying something you desperately wanted, it’s bad luck.”

I laughed out at this. “Seriously, Kookie? You don’t have to lie like that to emotionally blackmail me into accepting that.”

His big wide smile returned as he handed me the shopping bag.

2. Taehyung (V):

I was just about to go to bed when my phone dinged with a notification. It was Taehyung. My immediate thought was something might be wrong. Taehyung always texted me whenever he was upset since we were really good friends and I was a good listener.

“Are you awake?” his text read. Before I could write anything back he again texted, “Since you’ve seen my text, you’re awake.”

“What happened? Is everything okay?” I texted him back.

Taehyung was typing while I waited anxiously. Finally he wrote, “Don’t worry about me. I’m outside your house. Please come down.” followed by a smiling emoji.

“This alien!” I thought. Though I liked him a lot, he could get really annoying at times. The temperature was really low outside. I wondered what he was planning at this hour of night.

I was still thinking whether I should go or not when he texted me again. “Aren’t you coming?”

I knew I had to go. Otherwise his feelings would be hurt. He would be going away for tour tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to meet him any time soon. Not even this Christmas.

I put on a sweater and headed outside. Taehyung was smiling at me. The smile that always warmed my heart whenever I was having a bad day. I could see he was shivering from the cold. So, I asked him to come inside.

He replied with a “No” and then immediately added, “I brought you your Christmas gift since I won’t be able to give it to you on Christmas day.” He showed me the box he was carrying. I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“You could have simply send it by someone. You didn’t need to come here at this weather.”

“But I’m going away. The flight’s at dawn.” he said in a rather sad voice.

“Whatever” I still couldn’t agree with him, standing there in cold, shivering from my head to toe.

Taehyung gave me a wicked smile and said, “You’ll regret saying that, you know? Because I am taking THIS back.” He pulled out a pair of converse from the box.

“NO WAY!” I shouted in excitement, “They are for me?”

“They WERE.” he said mockingly, “since you don’t need them...” he turned to go back. But I hold his hand, “Oh, Tae-Tae, I’m sorry.”

He turned back with his box smile on his face. I hugged him in excitement, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

3. Jimin:

“It’s been a while since we last met.” Jimin said while stirring his coffee.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s right. I was quite busy with my school works lately. I haven’t met any of my friends since God knows when.” I finished with a heavy sigh.

Jimin smiled softly, “Thank you, y/n, for having a coffee with me.”

“Don’t need none of it.” I said casually, “So, tell me, how’s things going on with you? You’re probably the busiest person I know.”

Jimin gave a little laugh, “you just said it yourself. But...” he stopped.

“But?” I urged him to continue.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all.”

I wasn’t expecting that. It sounded a little too straightforward to tell a friend you meet once in a while. I mean, Jimin was quite a friendly guy. It was always easier to talk to him no matter how long we’ve been out of touch. But him telling me that I was someone he had missed sounded like something I’m not used to. 

“Oh!” I said rather awkwardly.

Jimin pulled his chair closer and said, “Will you do me a favor, y/n?”

“Depends?” I was confused.

“Close your eyes”, Jimin commanded. “Please!” he added.

I had my doubts what he was doing. But I still closed my eyes for just a second. The next moment I opened them and said, “it looks so stupid.”

“Please, y/n, just do it. For me?” he further requested, pouting his lips.

This time I really closed my eyes. I could feel his hands reaching out to catch mine. My body shivered a little at his touch. Something very smooth was pushed through one of my hands.

“Done!”

I opened my eyes only to found that a cute little scrunchie with a long bow was hanging by my hand.

“That’s so cute, Jiminie!” I said with a smile. “Thank you!”

In return, he smiled and got back to his drink.

4. Hoseok (J Hope):

I was crushed by the amount of assignments I was due this week. I planned on an all-nighter to compete those. After some hours, I started to doze off in the library. My phone ranged and I woke up with a jerk, causing my coffee to fall on the ground.

“Shit!” I swore and picked up the phone, “Mom, I’m coming home late today. Don’t wait for me.” My mom asked me if I had dinner and I lied that I already had. Then she hung up.

I went to get another cup of coffee from the nearby café. When I came back, there was a meal kept on my place. It was third time this week. Someone is putting snacks for me whenever I’m at school.

I looked around to find it’s owner. But there was no one around. I set down and noticed a note attached to it.

“Don’t miss your dinner no matter how busy you are.”

Who was doing this? Was there anyone stalking me? My friend found it really cute that someone out there was buying me snacks and looking after me. To be honest, I found the attention amusing too. But this was getting out of hand. I desperately wanted to know who it was.

As I was really hungry and didn’t want to waste the meal, I opened it. There was a hamburger and sprite, my favourite. I smiled to myself and had them.

The next day, I found a box of cookies on the seat where I usually sit. My friend chuckled and said, “Here we go again. This person is really crushing on you so bad.”

“But this will do.” I said, “from now on, I’m not accepting anything unless I know who they are from.”

As I was about to raise from my seat the person sitting in front of me looked back and asked, “What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’m gonna throw it away.” I replied.

“But I thought you said you will accept them once you know who they are from.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“Allow me to introduce myself” the person rose from his seat and stretched his hand toward me, “I’m Jung Hoseok.”

5. Namjoon (RM):

I was rubbing my face furiously removing the angry tears that was running down my cheeks. My stupid boyfriend, EX-boyfriend actually, broke up with me saying that I was a self centered bitch. Namjoon set beside me on the park bench and offered me the chocolate milkshake that he brought with him.

Since I was super upset I had called Namjoon to come earlier. I didn’t know why I did that exactly. But Namjoon was someone who would not judge me and support me unconditionally unlike my other friends.

I still refused to take the milkshake. Namjoon nodded and set there silently, waiting for me to break the silence first.

“Do you know, what he said?” I turned to Namjoon.

“It doesn’t matter as long as you don’t believe it yourself.” Namjoon said it as if it was the easiest thing to do. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make me feel like it wasn’t my fault. He was trying to cheer me up in his own ways.

“I feel like I’m going to burst.” I said wiping my tears again.

“How about you break something?” Namjoon offers, “Maybe you’ll be at peace afterwards.”

I chuckled at this, “So, that’s why you keep breaking things?” Namjoon laughed shaking his head.

Suddenly something popped inside my mind. I went straight to my car and brought my diary with me. Namjoon looked confused, “Are you going to write on that?”

“Nope” I said, “I’m gonna burn it down to ashes.” And then I really did. I tore the pages one by one and put them on fire. The process was slow, but Namjoon waited and watched patiently. As I did it, the memories of my writing on my diary just how much I was in love with that little piece of shit, came back to me.

As soon as I was done destroying my favourite thing on earth, I broke down. I started to sob violently. Namjoon hugged me gently and stroked my hair. “It’s going to be okay, y/n. I’m always here for you.”

The next day, I woke up late. As soon as I went to the table for breakfast or lunch, whatever it was, my mom said, “Honey, you’re awake? One of your friends came this morning. He asked me not to wake you up and gave you this.” She handed me something wrapped in a gift like manner.

I went to my room and closed the door. I opened it up and found a cute ‘Koya’ diary inside. The note read, “Try writing about the reasons why you should love yourself instead. This might help.”

6. Yoongi (Suga):

During my free time, I usually went to the library since I was a huge book nerd. I dreamt of having my own little library though I couldn’t buy books very often. So, the nearby library was my only option.

I was heading for the library when I met Suga on my way, “Oppa! What are you doing here?”

“I came back from the bookstore.” he held up the book he bought from the nearby bookstore. It was ‘The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy’ by Douglas Adams, one of the science fiction books I was dying to read.

“As far as I know, that book is not available in the library or the bookstore.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Really?” Suga looked startled, “Maybe you didn’t notice it, that’s all.”

“No!” I argued, “I specifically asked the owner about it and he said so himself.”

“Why would you specifically ask about this one?” he held up the book again.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Oh yeah!” Suga nodded, “You told me about buying it online once.”

“Since it’s in the store, I’ll go take a look.” I was about to go when Suga stepped in front of me.

“You don’t have to.” He insisted, “take this one. I already regret buying it.”

“Why do you regret it already?”

“You know, y/n?” he showed clear sign of annoyance, “you talk unnecessarily too much.” He handed me the book and said, “I have to go now. Unlike you, I’m a very busy person.” And he was gone.

I was a little pissed at him for acting that way. I still went to the bookstore and found the owner. I showed him the book and asked if it was being bought from his store. He shook his head and told me they didn’t have that book yet.

7. Jin:

“Yay!” I shouted with joy as I won the round of monopoly against Jin.

“How could I not see that coming!” Jin made a surprised face.

“Now, remember? What the deal was?” I reminded him about the deal we made earlier that whoever won would get to ask for something from the other.

“Anyeo!” Jin shook his head furiously, “Let me process this whole situation at first.”

I could hear Jungkook shouting from the couch, “Jin Hyung is messing with you. He won’t accept any defeat and you won’t get any reward as well.”

I would not let that happen. This was my first time winning any game against Jin. I would make sure Jin remembered it for the rest of his life.

“Mr. Kim Seokjin, accept your already pitiable defeat without embarrassing yourself any further.” I commanded.

“Alright, alright!” Jin finally gave up, “What do you want from me?”

“Let me think,” I said, “how about…”

“Don’t say anything,” Jin stopped me, “I have just the thing for you.”

I argued, “But you’re not supposed to choose the reward for me.”

Jin got up and went to his room without paying any heed to me. After a while, he came back with a box wrapped with some printed paper. He handed it to me and said, “Open it when you go home.”

“Alright!” he shouted at others, “everyone, come at once if you want to play another round of monopoly.”

As soon as I got home, I opened the wrapping paper and found what’s inside. It was a whole set of different kinds of colors, pens, stickers and notebooks. With them there was a note, “Good luck”.

Last week, I got accepted into the fashion school I was wishing to get into my whole life. When I told it to Jin, he didn’t even give any reaction to that other than just a “Good for you!”

But Jin had already prepared the gift beforehand. Now I knew why he had offered me to play a game with him. He really had his ways of doing things.

My Masterlist

#bts #bts one shot #bts imagine #ot7 one shot #ot7 imagine #bts ff #bts fanfiction #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook ff #taehyung #taehyung ff #taehyung oneshot #taehyung imagine #jimin #jimin oneshot #jungkook oneshot #bts oneshot #jimin ff #jimin imagine #jhope #jhope oneshot #jhope imagine #rm #rm oneshot #rm imagine #yoongi #yoongi oneshot #jin #jin oneshot

[numberonelittlechild]

✨Introduction✨

Hello, tumblr community! I'm so glad and happily to finally join in! I really wanted to but I really wasn't sure, y'know? so, I'll told ya' a little about me :)

• I'm a 13 year old girl, I love to draw and hangout! I'm into a TON of fandoms, I definitely had a lot of... Fictional crushes UwU...

• I'm still reasoning my cuteness and awesome attractions, but... It's not my priority yet, but i still wanted to enjoy my last 2 years before turning 15-

• I love memes, tickling and more not like a fetish, but I still love the memes :D I love to see the characters I'm attracted to or that I love being apart and seeing them have fun, it makes my heart go: 💖

• English is my main language, I can actually speak Spanish, Japanese, and more X3! But I'm on my way on learning Spanish ^^! So, if any Spanish speaking follower talks to me, I guarantee that I'll understand for the peeps x'3

• I really want to make my own video for one day, but I'm not really sure I'll make it real... But if I can, I'll be proud in the world! :--)

• I'm so used to put icons or emoticons when i I talk, I like to be... Kind of impressive, y'know why? (0___0) Sorry if that bothered ya' when reading anything I say! (^ w ^)

• Please don't like scam that content, I really hate when someone did that (;--;) It's flawless please don't (*^*)...

Now I'll put right here, the fandoms I'm mostly in, or I've been in the universe! (If you request me a meme art, tickle art or a normal art, take in mind that I been only onto these fandoms-)

✨Fandom list!✨

Villainous

The Powerpuff Girls

Cuphead

Dick Figures

The Grim adventures of Billy and Mandy

Spooky Month

Sr. Pelo (in general all his work)

Splatoon

Storybots

My Little Pony

SMG4

Spongebob Squarepants

Pucca

Wow Wow Wubbzy!

The Henry Stickmin Collection

Whatever Happend to... Robot jones?

My Life As A Teenage Robot

Bendy and the ink machine

Animal Crossing

/m/-rage (I've not in a fandom but I like the animations! But that doesn't mean I will support the things that the comic say or some stuff in 4Chan, alright?)

Mickey Mouse

SML

Super Bomberman R

PBS Kids

The Magic School Bus

Super Mario

Lalaloopsy

I didn't remember what more fandoms I've been, but if I remember I'll try to put it right there lamo-

So, that should be all! I'll post my artwork later! (/^ V ^)/

Goodnight, afternoon or day, amazing and charming ones!! (^3^)