No title available
occasionally subtle
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
titsay
d e v o n
Sade Olutola
shark vs the universe
oozey mess
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Product Placement
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always
will byers stan first human second
Cosmic Funnies
noise dept.
if i look back, i am lost
almost home
Today's Document
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Czechia
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from France
@hersongsandstories
GOT7 - You walk down the aisle
“This is the best day of my life. What did I do to deserve this beautiful goddess?” Mark, Youngjae
“Damn girl you be looking good! You better be ready for me to rock your world tonight” Jinyoung, Bambam
“There she is, the love of my life. Don’t cry! Don’t cry! Don’t cry!” Jaebeom, Jackson, Yugyeom
GOT7 - You’re having twins
“You are magic, you are my goddess, you have preformed a miracle and I am already a proud, protective daddy to these two little babies” Mark, Jinyoung, Jackson
“Yep, I knew my stoke game was magic. You’re welcome” Bambam, Jaebeom
“Wait! What? Why? How? Huhhh!” Yugyeom, Youngjae
GOT7 - When you hug them
This is my first time writing any sort of reaction. Is this even considered a reaction? Anyway, it’s soft and cute!
“I need this more than anything but I'm going to act like I'm doing you a favour” Jinyoung, Jaebeom
“Yes! Please come into my arms and let me hold you and hug you every minute of every day” Mark, Youngjae, Jackson
“Yes! Please take me into your arms and hold me and hug me every minute of every day” Bambam, Yugyeom
THINGS WHICH MAKE WRITERS ANXIOUS:
not writing
writing
people reading their stories
people not reading their stories
I think the perfect way to describe the KPOP industry and fans mentality towards idols is “Do what is expected of you, not what makes you happy.” 😔
Yeah, it’s sad. Hopefully some things start to change but it seems pretty unlikely.
My EXO Playlist.
BOOMERANG
GRAVITY
LUCKY ONE
PLAYBOY
BABY YOU ARE
WHAT U DO?
MY LADY
24/7
Mr. Im || Part 1
Group/Member: Got7 Jb
Genre: Eventual smut, Teacher Au
Word count: 968
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The clock ticked second by second, driving you crazy. Mr. Im continued to ramble on about books or poetry or whatever it was. All you could do was dream about your teacher bending you over his desk and taking you right here in this classroom.
You watched the way his fingers pointed to the chalkboard at the front of the room. How you dreamt about those fingers touching your body.
The bell rang, snapping you out of your daydream. As you were gathering your things to leave you were stopped by the sound of someone calling your name, it was your teacher, Mr. Im.
“Could you stay back a minute Y/N” he spoke over the bustle of the other students clambering to exit the classroom.
It was just the two of you now and the tension in the room started to rise. As you came closer to his desk you couldn't help but gaze upon his strong facial features and his gorgeous chocolate coated eyes. You were once again distracted by your handsome teacher until he spoke up. “You seem distracted today Y/N, is everything okay?” He seemed genuinely concerned about you.
“Yeah, I’m just ready for the weekend i guess” was the only valid excuse you could think of in the moment. It’s not like you could tell him the truth.
_______________________________________________________________________
It was Saturday night and you were excited to go out with a few of your friends that you knew from outside of school. It was your first time going out since you turned 18 and could legally drink.
You stepped out of your bathroom all made up and wearing you favourite little dress. It was perfect for almost any occasion. Formal enough for a nice dinner party but casual enough for a chill night with the girls. It also hugged your body in all the right places, highlighting your cures and legs, as well as your breasts. You were feeling very confident as you finished getting ready and left the house.
Your friends had convinced you to go to the local bar. As you entered the building you could already hear the noise of laughter, yelling and glassing clinking. It seemed like everyone was having a good time and you decided that you would as well.
Making your way through the crowd and towards the bar you ordered your favourite drink. Having already lost your friends you were surprised to hear your name being called over the noise of the crowd.
“Funny seeing you here Y/N” you heard a voice cut through the crowd. You knew exactly who that voice belonged to, even before you spun around in the direction it was coming from.
What was he doing here? Of all the nights, tonight had to be the night that your teacher decided to go to your local bar. You couldn't decide whether that was a good or bad thing.
You finally made eye contact with him as he reached the seat next to you. He was wearing black ripped jeans with a denim jacket. His hair was messily ruffled and relaxed, a change from his regular slicked back school look. He looked surprisingly excited to see you. It was like he was seeing one of his old friends instead of a student.
“Drinking at a bar, is that allowed or am I going to have to get you in trouble?” he questioned you, giving a cheeky expression as he searched to gain eye contact with you.
“18 last month” you replied awkwardly. You didn't know how to talk to him. It was like you had never seen him as a regular person before. The usual conversations that the two of you shared were about class work or your grades.
After telling him about your recent birthday you looked back to him and noticed a change. His eyes were darker and more focused on your mouth that was now taking a sip of your drink. His arm leaned across the side of the bar and was slowly edging further towards you as his face moved closer.
He leaned in closer to whisper something in your ear making you blush. “You know Y/N, you've always been my favourite student.”
A large smile spread across your face and just as you turned your head to reply to him his lips captured yours and he leaned in closer to deepen the kiss. You immediately taste the alcohol on his lips and pushed him away much to his dismay as well as your own.
You had dreamt about kissing him so many times but after realising he was too drunk to make a conscious decision you knew you had to stop this.
“What’s wrong?” he asked looking flustered and confused. He looked so handsome and you could barely resist his swollen lips that felt so good against your own.
“You’re too drunk, I can’t take advantage of you when you're in this state.”
“What are you talking about Y/N, I’m the one that would be taking advantage, I’m your teacher.”
“But you would never do this if you were sober, you probably won’t even remember this on Monday” you replied, embarrassment starting to sink in.
With that you spotted your friends waving you over to the door of the club and you decided that you were ready to leave. Without another word you left your teacher sitting alone and hurried across the bar to meet your friends over by the door.
As you were in bed that night you couldn't help but wonder whether you made the right decision or not. You wanted him so bad that you practically ached but at the same time he was your teacher and you didn't want him to get in trouble for making a stupid drunk decision.
come have a ride, baby don’t be so shy
JAEBEOM x MAPS
monograph “call my name” ep.04
My BTS Playlist.
LOUDER THAN BOMBS
FILTER
HOME
LOVE MAZE
DIMPLE
UGH!
ALL NIGHT
OUTRO : EGO
Without you || Part 3 : Anger
Group/Member: Got7 Jb Genre: Angst, Fluff, Husband Au Word count: 960
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Anger: an intense emotional state involving a strong uncomfortable and hostile response to a perceived provocation, hurt or threat.
You couldn't believe your eyes. You saw Jaebeom, the love of your life with another woman. She was on his lap straddling him as he sat on the couch in his office. You felt physical pain. What made it even worse was that she was gorgeous. Young, thin and beautiful. She looked much younger than you, maybe only 18.
“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like” Jaebeom quickly scuffled to get the young woman off of him before trying to make his way over to you. Your mind was some how completely full and completely blank at the same time. You turned to leave before Jaebeom caught your wrist trying to explain yourself.
You were having none of it. You tore away your wrist and ran down the hallway back to the elevator. You saw your husband running after you and pressed the button to make the doors close in front of his face. You couldn't talk to him right now, you didn't know what to say. You had never felt such sadness.
On your drive home back to your apartment the sadness and pain slowly started to fade into complete anger. How could he do this to you? You had always sacrificed so much for him, given him all your love and attention. How could he do this to you? How did he think he could get away with this? Who did he think he was?
As you arrived back home to your shared apartment your head was throbbing. Rationally you knew that you should take some medication and take a nap but instead you as though you had no choice but to let your anger out physically. You swung your arm with force, knocking off the ugly figurine from the kitchen counter. You had always hated that thing but displayed it proudly as Jaebeom had gifted it to you.
You could feel the hot rage racing through your body. You had had enough and couldn't contain yourself any longer. You rush into your bedroom, destroying anything in your sight that linked you to Jaebeom, and that was almost everything. Tossing things around the room was somehow therapeutic to you. The picture frames full of your once most precious memories, the gifts that he had given you over your many years spent together. It was all gone. Just like your relationship. How could he throw away everything that the two of had built together so easily.
In the mist of your rage fuelled tantrum you didn't hear the door to your apartment open. You were caught of guard when a pair of hands wrapped around your wrist as you were about to smash the last photo that remained from your wedding day.
You pulled away and turned to face the person standing behind you. In all the commotion you didn't hear Jaebeom sneak in behind you. “Let me explain” he pleaded but you were not in the mood to hear it and you knew that he didn't deserve to be heard out. In your mind, there was no possible explanation that could make what he did ok.
“Baby, please just listen to me” he continued on but you weren't listening. “You ruined everything” were the only words that could escape your mouth. If you weren't so full of rage the look on your husbands face would have absolutely destroyed you, but not right now.
“No, baby it was just a mistake, we can fix this” he cried, his voice full of panic. “I don't know how it happened, it didn't mean anything, she means nothing to me, I love you so much” he pleaded with you to listen, but it was your turn to talk.
“Why did you do this?” you questioned leaving him speechless. “I thought I could trust you, I thought you were the only person I could always rely on” you fought back tears but composed yourself and presented a tough exterior.
“You can trust me baby, I love you so much” he replied, trying to come close to you before you backed away causing pain to appear across his face.
“Pack your shit and go, get out of my sight, get out of my life” you snapped. “ No, no, baby please” he chased after you not knowing what to say.
“Don’t, I don't need to hear your pathetic excuses. Leave right now” you exerted all the anger inside you to make your point come across.
“Please, I’m sorry, lets just go back” he made his final plea to you falling to his knees. A part of you truly considered it. Pretending it never happened, going back to normal and just forgiving your husband for what he had done to you. But you couldn’t.
“It’s too late to go back now, Jaebeom. I will never forget this and I am really starting to wish I never met you, it would have been a lot less painful.” It hurt you to say it but the rage masked most of your pain for the time being.
You didn't look at him, knowing that seeing those pleading eyes would only make things harder for yourself. Since he didn't seem to be leaving, you decided that you needed to get out of there.
You ignored his calling of your name and ran down the hall to the elevator. You had no idea where to go but you just needed to get out and away from him.
As you entered your car you decided to weigh up your options. Where were you going? Your heart knew the one place you could always turn for a friend and a place to stay.
EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY A FUCKING RIVER
GOT7 ❤️ I GOT7 6TH FAN MEETING “우리가 사랑했던 그 겨울”
OFFICIAL MD (7EDITION ver.)
Masterlist.
GOT7
Mark
Jb
- Without you | Inspired by Beyonce’s Lemonade
| part 1 : intuition | part 2 : denial | part 3 : anger |
- Mr. Im | part 1 |
Jinyoung
Jackson
Youngjae
BamBam
Yugyeom
- New beginnings | part 1 | part 2 |
Reactions
- When you hug them [x]
- You’re having twins [x]
- You walk down the aisle [x]
Other
- My GOT7 Playlist
- My BTS Playlist
- My EXO Playlist
My Got7 Playlist.
CRASH & BURN
COME ON
KING
ONE AND ONLY YOU
믿어줄래 BELIEVE
THURSDAY
PAGE
PARADISE
Without you || Part 2 : Denial
Group/Member: Got7 Jb Genre: Angst, Fluff, Husband Au Word count: 750
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Denial : the act of denying something, the refusal or unwillingness to accept something or accept reality.
As the next few days passed, you tried to change. You tried to be the perfect wife, someone Jaebeom would admire and never want to leave. To your dismay it seemed as if your husband hadn't noticed your extra efforts and continued the new routines he had made for himself.
It was almost as if he was going out of his way to avoid you. He couldn't look you in the eye. He replied to your questions with one word answers. Your usual date nights had ceased to exist. He was pulling away from you but you weren't about to let your marriage crumble.
Taking things into your own hands you decided that you had to do something.
“Let’s have dinner tonight” you tried to sound confident and cheerful, but your mind was petrified. Would you husband actually reject you. You weren't sure anymore. You didn't know him like you used to. He had become guarded and unpredictable.
“Why?” he questioned, a suspicious look on his face. “Is there a special occasion that I'm forgetting.”
“Do I need a reason to have dinner with my husband?” your voice became more stern as your eyes fixated on his face as he seemed to panic over his own words.
“No of course not” he instantly retorted before placing a chased kiss on your forehead and heading out the door. You thought to yourself, when was the last time you even kissed your husband. It felt like your life was unravelling overnight and there was nothing you could do about it. How did this even happen? What had caused this change. It was so sudden and drastic you questioned yourself as to how it snuck up on you the way it did.
You readied yourself for you dinner with Jaebeom. Showered, did your hair, your makeup and slipped into your favourite outfit. You always felt so confident when you wore it and you knew it was one of your husbands favourites. Just as you finished spritzing your favourite perfume your phone beeped making your stomach drop. You already knew what the message was going to say but tried to convince yourself you were crazy.
‘Sorry babe I can’t make it to dinner tonight, work is crazy. See you at home later tonight. Love you”
You felt pain in your heart but you had made the decision that you were going to fight for your marriage. All couples go through hard times but you loved Jaebeom with your whole heart, you didn't want to watch him slowly slip away until there was nothing left of your relationship. You needed to sort this out before things went to far and couldn't be fixed.
Sure, you were suspicious of your husband. Staying out late almost every night, claiming that things were crazy at work and smelling like another woman but you chose to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was a good man and you knew that he did truly love you.
You made the decision to make Jaebeom’s favourite meal. The one that his mother had taught you after you got married. You loved making it for him and it made you feel special that his mother was willing to teach you her secret recipe so that you could make it for her only son. You packed up the meal and made your way over to where your husband was working.
The drive over was filled with anxiety. You weren't sure why but it was there. You got out of your car and made your way to Jaebeom’s floor. You remembered the days when the two of you first fell in love. He was obsessed with you and seemed incapable of spending more than a day away from you. This meant that you knew his place of work very well.
As the elevator finally reach your floor a rush of excitement took over your body. Even after all this time he still gave you butterflies. You walked down the hall, the meal you made in hand. When you finally reached the door to Jaebeom’s office you froze.
A womens voice could be heard through the door as your heart felt as if it had dropped out of your body completely. You flung the door open with force only to see your husbands face looking back at you, horror in his eyes.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?”
Without you || Part 1: Intuition
Group/Member: Got7 Jb
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Husband Au
Word count: 854
I wanted to do a series inspired by Lemonade by Beyonce. I hope you like it!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Intuition: the ability to understand something instinctively, without the need for conscious reasoning.
You sat alone in bed waiting for Jaebeom to make it home to your shared apartment. Too many nights had been spent this way as of late. You knew that your husband had been working like crazy, he had a lot going on at work but at the same time you couldn't shake this feeling inside of you. The voice in the back of your mind that wondered what he was doing, did he not care to be home with you. Was he taking on more work to avoid your company.
You had started to feel a distance growing between the two of you and it hurt. You felt completely powerless. You always tried to give Jaebeom all of your love and attention but at some point he stopped giving you his.
You toss and turn unable to sleep before your eyes settle on the picture on your bed side table. It was a picture from the day that you married the love of your life. Smiles across your faces as you were curled safe inside Jaebeom’s arm. It was once the safest place you knew. No matter what was going on in your life, when he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you in close your fears faded and you knew everything would be okay. Lately though, you hadn't felt the same.
The day the two of you said I do was magical. Your mind was sent back to that time 2 years ago. The two of you so close you almost felt like one. He had a certain power where it seemed he could always tell what was on your mind. He made you feel so beautiful, important and loved. But not now. Right now as you were sitting alone looking at the clock you didn't feel important.
You had sent many text messages to your husbands phone with no reply. You started to worry, had something happened to him? You tried calling only to hear his beautiful voice through his outgoing message. Starting to worry you decided to call his best friend, Jinyoung. He was one of the most reliable people you knew and over the years that you and Jaebeom where together he had become one of your closest friends.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” he questioned drowsiness clear in his voice.
“I’m sorry for waking you” you replied starting to feel embarrassed by your actions. Maybe you shouldn't have called Jinyoung. Maybe Jaebeom was quietly working away, totally fine.
“What’s going on?” he asked, breaking your train of thought and drawing you out of your daydream.
“Well, I was just wondering if you knew where Jae was, he still hasn't made it home and I was starting to worry” you replied concern obvious in your voice.
“What? He left work early today to take you out. Did he go back to work after dinner?” suspicion was clear in his voice, as well as in your brain. Jaebeom had lied to you and to his friends. It didn't make sense. Why did he feel the need to lie? What was he hiding?
Just as your mind started to race you heard the front door creak open.
“Nevermind, he’s here now” you said in a hushed tone, not wanting to be heard by your husband.
“Okay, don't be afraid to call me anytime” Jinyoung replied as you quickly cut off the phone call after saying goodbye. For some reason you didn't want Jaebeom to know that you had called his friend worried about him. You didn't want to seem weak.
His footsteps could be heard as he walked down the hall to your bedroom, a clear sigh escaped his body as he slowly pushed open the door. For some reason you felt fear corse through your stomach at the thought of having to talk to your husband and ask him where he had been. You decided to pretend you were asleep.
He walked in before removing his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and plain white t-shirt. You felt the bed dip on his side. Suddenly you were shocked by what you smelt. It was sweet, like candy. It was coming from the shirt that he was wearing. You didn't know what to make of it. You always loved the way that your husband smelt, he just had that manly smell. You couldn't explain it but it was your favourite smell in the entire world. So many night you had spent with your head on his chest, breathing in his scent while laying in his arms, it was pure bliss.
Why did he smell sweet?
You tried to reason with your wondering mind. Maybe he had hugged someone that he knew or worked with and some of their perfume had rubbed off on his shirt. Maybe he had accidentally sprayed himself with your perfume instead of his cologne before leaving for work this morning.
Deep inside you had another reason in your mind that you weren't willing to accept. Your beautiful, kind, committed, loyal, caring, funny, sweet and loving husband would never be with another woman. Would he?
