A - Z Domestic Aizawa Shouta X Reader

Back from the dead and with a long fic to make up for the time I was gone

A Christmas special!!!

D.- DECORATE (part 1)

Christmas and New year were just around the corner

It was all so new and bright for little Eri. She had never seen so many lights all over the city, happy people walking down the streets greeting each other and singing along music, it was all like magic. Burning questions invaded her mind and, as it was expected of her age, questions were pouring down on (Y/N) “Mommy why are they buying a tree?, mommy I heard auntie midnight talk about magic eggnog, can I have some too?, mommy who is Santa, is his quirk flying?”

(Y/N) was more than happy to answer all of them. So many firsts in such a little amount of time was a thing she couldn’t believe, their first Halloween, day of school and now Christmas...

People all over Japan were smiling around and buying presents and certainly, it was no different at the UA.

Students were preparing gifts for their beloved ones, making Christmas cards and preparing their bags to go home for the holidays.

Eri and (Y/N) were helping class 1-A packing their bags and cleaning their rooms. (Y/N)’s sweet personality couldn’t say no when adorable teenagers begged for help to finish early so they could go home soon, how could she say no to her adopted teenagers.

Ever since Shouta’s students found out (to their surprise ) that their homeroom teacher (“DAD” as they liked to call him in secret) was married to a cheerful, kind and gorgeous woman, (Y/N) took the title of “MOM” (much to shouta’s distaste).

Little Eri was walking down the common area when she spotted him, Bakugou, sitting down, watching the TV. She already knew he wouldn’t harm her, still his face always so angry didn’t exactly help when trying to talk to him.

“Uh.... aren’t you.... mmm.... are you....”

“Don’t stumble around your words girl!!” Bakugou yelled in that loud voice of his, for Eri, it felt like the end of the world, she knew she shouldn’t be afraid... still, bad memories plagued her mind.

Bakugou was really tiring to change, he was truly trying to be more gentle. he knew that he would never be a true hero with such an explosive attitude, he never meant bad... “only losers and extras do that, you have to be sure of what you are gonna say ok? If you want to be a hero you have to be brave. Do it again, go on”

“Aren’t you going home for Christmas?”

“Tch... no, I’m staying. I don’t want to fight with the old lady... besides, I don’t really miss her.... I don’t care about this stupid holiday anyway”

Eri knew better, she had no idea why but she knew he was lying, his face didn’t had his usual cocky smirk ... he looked sad and down. His face.. was the same face she had before her new family came along.

Eri only looked at him, turned around and said nothing... still, the small conversation plagued her mind, could she help him somehow?

Hours passed, most of the 1-A class had finished and when dinner time came around,Eri still had the conversation inside her head, deep down she knew she had to say something and maybe at dinner time, her parents would help her; they were heroes right? They had to help, it was their job. ... maybe interrupt them and speak out her mind could help somehow to ease her worries.

“You shouldn’t be helping them, you are too kind for your own good” said Shouta, not really angry at his wife, he couldn’t be angry at her even if he tried.

“You are not better, Shouta you are becoming soft”

“That’s not true, I don’t have a soft spot for any of them”

“Whatever you say Mr. but I know you and I know...” (Y/N) fell into a silence as soon as Eri, in a soft voice, spoke up.

“Mo...mommy... mmm”

“Yes, sweetheart”

“Bakugou is sad... he said he is not going home...”

“I noticed he is not packing his stuff, Shinsou and Todoroki aren’t either..but I don’t think Bakugou is sad, maybe his parents are busy or..”

“I know he is sad mommy.. we have to help him please... I... I would like to help him”

“Hmm.. what do you think Shouta? Should we do something about it?”(y/n) said with a soft smile, a smile shouta couldn’t really resist.

-There they go again,this girls will be the death of me- Shouta thought, how could he resist the looks both girls were giving him? He just couldn’t say no to Eri’s dream of helping people and to his wife who had such an enormous heart... it would destroy Eri and crush (Y/N)s heart. “We could try something...” was all he gave back to the ladies.

“Thank you daddy!! I’ll look for candy and maybe we can hide some eggs around the garden”

“Eri, hiding eggs is an easter tradition sweetheart, how about we decorate a tree?”

“Yes!! I’ll go and get a jacket so we can go for one mommy, we have to hurry!”Eri answered and ran to her room as fast as she could.

“I told you, you are becoming soft” (Y/N) whispered to Shouta; to say that she adored him was not enough to express her emotions.

“Is that a bad thing kitten?”

“I like this new side of you... being a father really suits you”

“Motherhood also suits you kitten... I always said it and I’ll always say it. You are the only woman I can see myself having a family with”

When the next day came, Shouta had already prepared his speech, now, it was only a matter of calling for the 3 students and hope for a positive answer. After a few minutes of waiting, the three students were outside the professors room, nervous and hoping not to get a detention note

“Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki.. I won’t be going in circles, so I’ll just say it as it is, Eri and my wife noticed you are not going home this year for winter vacations... but we would really appreciate if you joined us for the celebrations, I know that this doesn’t sound rational at all, but the girls and I are hoping that you can come” the three students looked surprised, none of them were expecting such invitation “I know is not the same as to spend it with your family, and probably it’s out of place but I’d break my wife’s and Eri’s heart to know that you are spending this time of the year alone; please, consider the offer and I hope you join us”

“Yes Sr.” Answer d the students in unison, the tremble in their legs showed how nervous this situation was for them, but there was no way they were turning down not only their teacher, but sweet Eri and (y/n) also.

Part 2 will be updated soon (later today or early tomorrow)

A Place Called Home (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 11.5 (FLASHBACK)

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

EPILOGUE

Bonus Chapter

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1 year ago

missing this barrel rat right now

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5 years ago

Masterlist

Bold means smut

Aizawa:

After Hours

Katsuki Bakugou:

Little Black Dress

New Nickname

Panty Thief (Part 1)

Blind Date

First Time

Do Not Disturb

S/O On Period Headcannons

Stolen Kiss

Stranded

Darkest Desires

Caramel

Winner Takes It All

Hot Tub Anyone?

That’s How It’s Done

Bratty Katsuki Drabble

Tongue Piercing Drabble

Not So Innocent

Impatience

Series:

A Princess and Her Duty (Barbarian! Bakugou x f!Reader): Chapter 1

Deku:

Mommy Kink

Denki Kaminari:

Winner Takes All

Eijiro Kirishima:

Video Games

Tease (Part 2 to Video Games)

Red Riot the Unbreakable

HC’s of Kirishima’s S/O getting harrassed by Mineta

Stolen Kiss

Darkest Desires

New Panties

That’s How It’s Done

Thigh Riding With Kiri

Todoroki Shoto:

Stolen Kiss

HC of Poly Relationship with Reader and Shinsou

Darling, You’re Perfect

Jealousy

Hitoshi Shinsou:

HC of Poly Relationship with Reader and Todoroki

Soft Morning Oral Sex

Mirio:

Be Rough With Me

Shindou:

Cockwarming

Tamaki Amajiki:

First Date?

S/O On Period Headcannons

Makes his S/O loud in bed

You’re Mine, Bunny

Sick Days

Dabi:

Kitten

Overhaul:

Subby Overhaul drabble

Hawks:

First Date

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5 years ago

so i’ve recently discovered a thing called kimetsu radio, where the seiyuus for the cast of kny talk in asmr, and it is the funniest shit i’ve ever listened to

a twitter account called NomiMatsu has a few translated clips and y’all gotta watch it if you haven’t already ٩( ᐛ )و

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( CLICHÉ. )

ミ☆ he likes fading into the background. unfortunately, you do not.

⤷ PAIRING knj x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 3.2k

⤷ TAGS nerd/jock trope, high school au, blushy joon

⤷ REQUESTED

HELLOOO JUNNN

i wanted to request a prompt where the reader pretends to be dumb so namjoon can tutor him since he has a big crush on namjoon and so he ends up eventually asking him out after a lot of teasing and stuff ??

cupid has visited, and his aim is worse than the juniors’ archery club.

of all people to develop a massive crush on, it’s on the one guy who’s got a loyal fanclub who actually gather at lunch to share printed pictures of him. of course namjoon’s silent affections have to be directed towards someone whose friends would never think to give people like him the time of day. of course he has to look so terribly good glistening with sweat on the sports field.

and of course they share nearly every class together.

that last point is, surprisingly, not particularly eventful. namjoon is what some would call a little bit of a nerd. he’s quiet, he’s shy, and he can run the hardest equations through his head like a ticket machine, popping out the answer in a matter of seconds. the hardest thing on an exam, for him, is remembering to write his name on the front.

he slumps into his seat at the cafeteria table inelegantly. he heaves the heaviest sigh he’s given all day.

sympathetically, taehyung pushes a can of soda towards namjoon with his index finger, flicking it at the end to give it an extra boost. it slides over the white table, spinning a half-circle before slowing to a stop. “you look like crap.”

namjoon exhales a huff of laughter. he sweeps his glasses off his face and rubs his blurry eyes. “yeah, and i feel like it, too. rough week, right?”

“hyung, it’s tuesday.”

Keep reading

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5 years ago

Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized) (Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything)

UPDATE 11.02.2018: I TAKE REQUESTS ONLY FROM THOSE PROMPTS THAT ARE IN BOLDED TEXT (like the text from this update.)

1. Do I look like I give a fuck? - 2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you. - 3. Me? Overreacting? Probably. - 4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you. - 5. A: Whar are you doing? B: Avoiding. A: Avoiding what? B: Everything. - 6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES? - 7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time. - 8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad. A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell. - 9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world! - 10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass. - 11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it. - 12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends. - 13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it. - 14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard. - 15. A: How do you make someone holy? B: You beat the hell out of them. - 16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are. B: Not me, I’m important. - 17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it. - 18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such. - 19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it. - 20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything. - 21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment. - 22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place. - 23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though. - 24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not. B: THanks. A: You’re welcome. - 25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming. - 26. A: What are you reading? B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know. A: wHAT the fuck? - 27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences. B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch. - 28. Man, how many eye contact until date? - 29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”. - 30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on. - 31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19? - 32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey. - 33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb. - 34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower. - 35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful. - 36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right. - 37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic. - 38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me. -

39. A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart. B: That’s my right boob though. A: Babe. -

40. Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough. - 41. What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answer to a Harry Potter trivia question. - 42. I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck. - 43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice. - 44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you. - 45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch. -

47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense. -

48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier. -

49.I ship me and that boat. - 50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay. - 51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death. - 52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee! - 53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me. - 54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit? - 55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery. - 56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING - 57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games. - 58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad. - 59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general. - 60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally. - 61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later. - 62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy. - 63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know. - 64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”. - 65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what? - 66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects. - 67.A: I love you. B: What if I got a bowl cut? - 68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t. - 69.I’m aggressively thinking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is? - 70.My opinion is no. - 71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan and he’s hot as Hell. - 72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch. - 73.Which is messier - my life or my hair? - 74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face? - 75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. - 76.Read a girl who dates books. - 77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants. - 78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory. - 79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that. - 80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting. - 81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

(This update applies ONLY to MY blog (aka Persuasivus) !) 💕

/PART TWO/ PART THREE /

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Better than Perfect

You meet a cute rapper at the BBMAs.

Request: I would like to request a Yoongi x Reader Oneshot in which the reader is a young Singer-Songwriter and they meet at the BBMAs (it’s the readers first time there) :)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: Flooooffy fluff

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“You’re kidding.”

Sana shakes her head, biting her lip to hold back a grin. “Cross my heart. You’re nominated for Top New Artist!”

“Oh my god!” you shriek, jumping up and down. “I didn’t think– I can’t believe–”

“Hey, you earned this.” Sana’s eyes go from gleeful to focused in a second. “Now, we need to take advantage of this while we can. You’re not performing, which is fine– it is only your first time there. As for your outfit … I can cash in a lot of favors to get you something from Gucci’s new line, and then we have to practice interview questions… I think we can find you a late night spot–“

“Sounds great,” you interrupt, clapping your hands. If you let Sana go into Full Agent Mode, she won’t come back for a while. “I’m gonna head to the studio, text me when I can, y’know, do anything.”

Sana nods, gripping your arm. “Alright. Y/n, I can’t tell you how happy I am for you.”

You blink hard to hold back tears. “Th-thanks.”

“Get going, superstar.”

Twenty minutes later finds you in the extra room that you converted into a music studio when you first moved to the city. Biting your lip, you scribble lyrics into your battered notebook. Sure, you can dance– sort of– and singing is a strength of yours, but for you it’s always been about the lyrics. Nothing matters more to you than the message you send, and finding the perfect rhythm and syllable count to convey that message is always your goal. You’re just working on a new song, tapping out a beat on your thigh, when your phone rings.

“Hello?”

“AAAAAAAH!”

You laugh. “Hi, Sunmi.”

“You got nominated oh my god I’m so proud I’m already crying why didn’t you tell me?!”

You lean back in your chair. “I found out less than an hour ago, girlfriend.”

“That’s literally too long,” Sunmi whines. “I need time to plan your BBMA-winning party.”

“You know for a fact that I won’t win– my first nomination? No way.”

“You’re winning or I’m fighting you,” Sunmi insists. “You’re good, y/n, really good. You just need to go to the BBMAs and be your beautiful badass talented self and they’ll be throwing trophies at you.”

“Sounds terrifying.”

Sunmi scoffs. “Not as terrifying as me if my best friend doesn’t win. Call me when you’re getting ready for the BBMAs so I can help out.”

“Will do,” you laugh.

“Oh, and do you know Korean?”

To anyone else, it’s a weird question, but you’ve always been a polyglot– you pick up languages with ease. You’re fluent in English, Japanese, Spanish, Italian, Mandarin, and Russian.

“Not too well, but I’ll practice. Why do you ask?”

You hear Sunmi giggle. “Definitely practice, and no reason.”

You sigh in bemusement before hanging up and going back to your lyrics. You’re working on a power ballad, and you’re struggling with the balance between empowerment and unkindness. As much as you’d like to be strong and opinionated in your songs, you can’t afford controversey right now. “Having something doesn’t mean anything… I’m mine alone, don’t need a ring.” You stare at the words before scrunching up your nose and crossing them out. The lyrics need to be perfect.

Time passes, and soon enough the awards show is in less than a week. You’ve spent the last month practicing everything– interview questions, polite clapping, walking in heels, and (just in case) an acceptance speech. You’ve also worked on memorizing the names and faces of all the other nominees. It’s a lot, but at least you can prepare.

“Who would you love to collaborate with?” Sunmi reads from an index card.

“Probably Ariana Grande,” you reply with a smile. “She seems amazing.” Breaking character, you shake your head. “Was that too vague?”

“I think you’re good,” Sunmi replies, tossing the index card aside and reaching for the next one. “Sana told you to be vague, after all.” She squints at the latest question. “How does it feel to be nominated for Top New Artist alongside blah, blah blah?”

You giggle at your friend’s impatience. “It’s a huge honor. It still doesn’t feel real…” you falter, reaching for the perfect words. “Uh, I can’t believe it–”

Sunmi shakes her head. “Nope. You can believe it, remember? You can’t act like you’re not good enough.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “But I’m not. I’m not perfect enough–”

Your friend rolls her eyes. “When are you gonna stop thinking that? You’ve worked ridiculously hard. You’re the most talented person I know. Get over yourself, because you deserve this.”

You inhale shakily at her words. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Good. Now I’ve got to get going, and don’t you have a meeting with Sana? Good luck,” Sunmi says, blowing you a kiss. “Dedicate your Grammy award to me in a few years.”

You smile at your friend. “Of course.”

As soon as she leaves, you get a text from Sana: My office. Now.

Faster than you think is humanly possible, you find yourself in Sana’s office.

“What’s… wrong…?” you pant, leaning on the wall. Sana looks up from her desk.

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” she says. “I just wanted you here quickly so I could show you these.”

With a flourish she holds up a set of clothes hangers.

“This is what you’re wearing to the airport,” she murmurs distractedly, handing you a stylish outfit. “These two are for your late night interviews, I forget which… Oh, this is for after the awards show, I got you an invite to Justin Beiber’s afterparty… aha!” she pulls out a dress, and your jaw drops.

You’re looking at the most gorgeous black dress you’ve ever seen, a dress shimmering as the light hits it.

“Isn’t it too much?” you whisper in awe. You reach out, but you’re scared to touch it. The cloth looks more expensive than you’ll ever be.

“Nah, you’re gonna wow them. Trust me on this,” Sana winks. “Wigs’ll be flying as soon as you show up.”

You take the dress, stroking the fabric in awe. “I hope you’re right.”

“Aaaand I’m joined by y/n l/n, who’s been making a splash in the charts! Y/n, how does it feel to be nominated for Top New Artist alongside such amazing new stars?”

“It still doesn’t feel real, honestly,” you laugh, alternating eye contact with the red carpet interviewer and the camera. Around you… so this is the hustle and bustle before an awards show. “I’m honored.”

“And who are you wearing tonight?”

You smile graciously. “Gucci.” Giving you just a hint of cleavage and hugging your curves in all the right places, you’ve never felt more powerful.

“Well, you look great, and best of luck to you tonight!”

You’re about to thank the interviewer when a sudden chorus of screams makes you jump. What the hell? You strain your ears, making out a consistent cheer.

“BTS! BTS! BTS! BTS!”

Holy shit, they’re here. You’ve done your fair share of googling on the nominees– BTS is easily the biggest boy band in the world, known for their dedicated fanbase. You’ve listened to some of their songs, and they’re talented to say the least– but you don’t have time to get distracted, as you’re soon approached by another interviewer.

Your feet are aching by the time the cameras follow the guests inside, and you’re led to your seat. Why a barely known singer like you has been seated in the very front row, you don’t understand, but you’re not complaining– Sana will be squealing at the additional screentime.

The front row is barely filled in by the time you sit down. There are seven empty seats to your right, and you’re left twiddling your thumbs, your body tense with nervous energy.

A few minutes later, you hear the roar of another thousand teenage girls, and you twist around. Looks like BTS has entered the building, and when one of the members raises their hand to wave the volume of the screams increases tenfold.

You stare in awe. That’s what it means to be famous. These guys… these guys have made it. They’re perfect. They’re talented. They’re… sitting next to you?

You hold your breath as the members settle in their seats. Beside you, if those Wikepedia articles you read are correct, is Suga. He’s… wow, he really is even more attractive in person.

You keep your eyes trained on the stage as the MC of the night begins to talk, but you can’t help but focus your attention on your peripheral vision. You’re entranced by the ethereal beauty of the men beside you.

“And we’ll be right back!” you hear the MC say, snapping you out of your fog. The first commercial break already?

You turn, and you’ve never been more grateful to your best friend– you’ve been focusing on Korean ever since Sunmi mentioned it, so that now…

“Hello,” you say to Suga.

He notices, his eyes widening in surprise. “You speak Korean?”

You hold your thumb and index an inch apart. “A little bit. I’m learning.”

“Hyung, we’re getting some drinks,” one of the members– RM, perhaps?– says. “You coming?”

“In a second,” Suga replies, his eyes trained on you. Something in his gaze sends shivers down your spine.

“You should go with them,” you breathe as the members file away. “The cameras will want to see you all together.”

“The cameras see us together enough,” Suga says, leaning back and folding his arms. “How do you know Korean?”

You shrug. “I’m good with languages. My friend told me to improve my Korean–” you laugh. “Now I know why.”

Suga smiles. It’s a cute smile: his lips pull up above his gums and his catlike eyes sparkle with delight. Inside your chest your heart flutters, but you calm yourself– you’re not here to pick up guys, and idols like him basically can’t date anyways–

“Are you nominated or here as a guest?” he asks.

“Oh, uh, I’m nominated for Top New Artist,” you say, beginning the sentence in Korean and finishing in English. “I’m small fry.”

Suga raises his brows. “Seems like a big deal.”

“Not as big as you,” you reply. “Top Social Artist, right? That’s impressive.”

“Yeah.” Suga tries for a smile, but his eyes dull a bit.

“Is… is something wrong?”

“Ah, no.” Suga rubs his temples. “It’s just… don’t get me wrong, a BBMA is a huge honor for a foreign group like us, but I feel like people care more about our fanbase than our music.”

He shakes his head, covering his face with his hands. “Aah, that sounded bad, sorry.”

“Not at all,” you reassure him. “Trust me, I’m a songwriter, and I get more questions about my outfits than my lyrics. It can be frustrating, huh?”

“You write your own songs?”

You open your mouth to reply when the lights start flickering to signal the commercial break’s end. The other members of BTS return to their seats as the MC takes the stage once more to introduce the next performer.

“Are you performing?” Suga whispers while the audience applauds.

“God, I wish. I’m not nearly famous enough,” you whisper back. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Suga winks at you, and you blush happily. “Look forward to it.”

You feel your phone buzz and you check it discreetly.

Sana: Quit flirting, there are cameras on you.

Your head snaps up and you notice the familiar red blinking lights of dozens of cameras around the grand room, some of them apparently trained on you. Or rather, you acknowledge, trained on the members of BTS.

You focus on the stage once more, glueing a smile to your face as two more trophies are awarded.

“After the break, Ariana Grande is back with her latest single!” The MC says, smiling brightly into the camera. “Coming up, Top Social Artist and Top New Artist. We’ll be right back!”

As soon as the lights brighten to signify they’re no longer broadcasting, you lean over to Suga.

“Gee, I wonder who’s gonna win Top Social Artist,” you tease.

Suga shakes his head bemuseadly. “No clue.”

“Turn around and make a heart with your hands,” you suggest. “Every single scream is a vote for you winning. And I’ve heard some of your stuff, you guys deserve it. Your lyricist should get a raise.”

Yoongi laughs. “I’ll tell the others, but I think we’re pretty well off already.”

“Huh?”

“Me, Namjoon, and Hobi-ssi, sometimes the others– we write and produce a lot of our music.”

“Really?” you ask in wonder. “I thought… I mean, you’re such big stars…”

Suga shrugs. “We love the music as much as the performance. Could you ever quit songwriting?”

“Never,” you reply instantly, and you’re about to say something else when the lights dim again. Suga turns back to the stage and for a second you can’t help but be struck by his side profile. He truly is inhumanly beautiful. And funny, and kind, and passionate… he is perfection, you decide.

Another buzz from your phone.

Sana: If u keep staring at him ur gonna be a meme before midnight smh

Blinking guiltily, you tune in just in time to hear the MC finish up the nominations for Top Social Artist.

“…and BTS!”

The accompanying screams drown out any hope you have of wishing Suga luck.

“And the Billboard Music Award goes to…”

You cross your fingers behind your back. Sure, you only met Suga this evening, but there’s something about him that makes you feel as though he’s an old friend. You want him to win.

“BTS!”

You clap politely as a clip of the group’s latest single begins playing. Suga turns and says something to you before standing, but it’s lost amid the rabid screams of the fangirls. The septet files onstage to accept the award and RM makes a speech, all graciousness and gratitude. When the music swells once more the group disappears backstage to take pictures, and a sudden realization turns your blood to ice: your category is next.

The MC makes a short introduction full of scripted puns and half-clever witticisms before introducing the nominees for Top New Artist. You’re screaming inside as you hear your name:

“…and y/n l/n!”

From the crowd you can hear the yells of some of your fans or those that’ve heard your latest single. The song blew up way past expectation, landing you this nomination.

“And the Billboard Music Award goes to…”

Time slows down. Or does it speed up? Are you even breathing? You don’t think so. Your skin prickles in anticipation and your heartbeat is deafening, but the cameras are trained on you and so all you do is smile hopefully, twining your fingers together. It’s fine. You won’t win, no way. It’s fine.

“Y/n l/n!”

Huh? You’re frozen for a second, surely you misheard, for a second you thought they’d announced your name, and around you people are clapping and the guy to your left is nudging you forward and when you stand up the cheers get louder and wait a second they’re cheering for you.

You walk– actually, you practically float– to the stage. Do you really deserve it?

You accept the trophy from the MC and step up to the mic.

“Wow.” You look at the audience and swallow. You have precious few minutes to speak, and you’ll use them.

“Every moment of my life is spent working towards becoming perfect,” you say. “Whenever I get close, ‘perfect’ seems to get farther away. And I’ve realized that being an artist means not being perfect, but being better. Thank you to my parents, my amazing agent Sana, of course Sunmi. Y’all make me better.” You smile at the camera. “But my biggest thanks have to go to my fans. You inspire me every day to become better, and you make me believe that I can be better. Every note, every lyric– that’s all you guys. Thank you!”

You walk backstage to the sound of applause, swelling with pride.

“Y/n! Over here!” A photographer waves you over, motioning to a backdrop. “Could you stand right here? Hold up the trophy– like that, perfect! Okay, we’re good. You can get back to your chair now. Door’s that way.”

Well, that was easy. You head in the direction the photographer indicated, turning a sharp corner and suddenly bumping into someone.

“Oh! My bad, I– oh.” You’ve accidentally run into another member of BTS– Jimin, you think?

You switch to Korean. “Sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going.”

The singer’s expression changes to delight at your words. “Yoongi hyung, is this the girl you mentioned?”

Suga suddenly appears from behind Jimin, and you let out a surprised squeak.

Suga chuckles. “Yeah, she was sitting next to me. Had the nerve to say she wasn’t fluent.” He eyes you teasingly.

You decide to ignore his snark. “What are you guys doing back here?”

“Jimin-ssi had to use the restroom, and I wanted to greet the top new artist,” Suga says with a smirk. “Whoever it may be.”

“Bullshit, you heard me win,” you reply.

He shrugs, and you notice Jimin has already hastened back to his seat. “Maybe I wanted to chat,” Suga continues. “Without the cameras, because I’ve already gotten scolded for talking to you so much.”

You laugh. “Hey, me too.”

“We never really introduced ourselves,” Suga says. He offers you his hand and you shake. “I’m Min Yoongi– Yoongi’s my first name– I’m a rapper, lyricist, and overall pretty average person.”

“Y/n l/n,” you reply. “Singer, lyricist, and overall incredibly awkward nerd.”

Yoongi laughs, a surprised and mirthful sound that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Are you going to an afterparty?” you blurt out.

Yoongi thinks. “Joonie mentioned… yeah, I think so, if our managers are okay with it.” He clucks his tongue. “Parties here are hard, with only one translator. It doesn’t give us a lot of freedom to move around.”

“That’s a shame,” you say, sudden confidence overtaking you. He’s been nothing but flirtatious all night, why shouldn’t you reciprocate? “If we were going to the same party, I could be your personal translator for the entire night.”

Yoongi looks at you, a mischivious glint in his eye. “Whose afterparty are you going to?”

“Justin Beiber’s.”

“Huh. Well, c’mon, we have to get back to our seats,” Yoongi says, gesturing to the backstage exit.

Just as you open the door, you hear the MC’s voice: “We’ll be right back!”

“A commercial break already?” you hiss at Yoongi, and he shrugs.

“To them, it’s all money, isn’t it?”

“Hyung!” RM suddenly rushes up to Yoongi. “We need to get changed, we’re on after the next two awards!”

Good luck, you mouth at Yoongi as RM leads him away.

Thanks, he mouths back, winking.

You settle in your seat as the commercial break ends and the next two awards are given away. From time to time you smile randomly– how could you not? Yoongi is by far the most attractive man you’ve ever met and he’s more than attractive; he’s just so cute…

You’re snapped out of your stupor by the announcement of the next performance: “And here’s the record-smashing phenomenon with their latest single. Give it up for BTS!”

After the performance, you’re still in a daze. They were just so good. You couldn’t help but be captivated by Yoongi’s raps. Whatever he may think, you’re not fluent, and so you only got about seventy percent of his verse but still it was so good…

You’re still thinking about it when you’re led to your trailer to change into your afterparty outfit, a tight-fitting but not uncomfortable cocktail dress. You’re still thinking about it when you arrive at the party location with no clue as to how you got there. You’re standing in Justin Beiber’s living room, positively dumbstruck, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You whirl around to see–

“Yoongi!” you want more than anything to give him a quick hug, but you refrain. The other members surround him.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you introduce yourself nervously. That much beauty at once is intimidating.

Yoongi says something quickly to the other members in a dialect you don’t understand, and the six of them surreptitiously melt into the crowd.

“What was that?”

Yoongi smirks. “I was promised a personal translator. I don’t want to share you tonight.”

Somehow his words sound far from innocent. “Whatever you’re thinking, I’m not that kind of girl,” you warn him.

Yoongi snorts. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to go for a walk in the backyard. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” As if to prove his point, he jams his hands into his pockets.

You giggle, following him onto the perfectly manicured lawn. You and Yoongi stay outside for hours or maybe days, and at some point you look down and notice his fingers intertwined with your own.

“Didn’t you say you’d keep your hands to yourself?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to?”

The word is out of your mouth before you have time to regret it: “No.”

Yoongi grins widely. “You’re too smart for a hurried party hookup. I have an idea, if you’re interested… it might mean we can see each other after I fly home?”

“Tell me.”

“Want to collaborate? I heard that clip of you singing earlier, god, I could write a thousand songs for that voice of yours.”

“Collaborate… with you? On a song?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” Yoongi says hurriedly.

The human embodiment of perfection– better than perfection– is asking to collaborate. “Are you kidding? It’s the opportunity of a lifetime, in more ways than one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You lean towards Yoongi until your noses are mere centimeters apart. The space between your bodies feels electric. “Whatever you want it to.”

A/N thanks for the request, @minanna01! I hope I did your vision justice. As always, my inbox is open and feedback is welcome and appreciated :)

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