Look at me (boyf riends)

jfc it’s done look it’s the boyf riends being dorks can you believe it what a shock. 

Alternative title: How These Morons Manage To Put Off Kissing Each Other For Three Pages Because They’re Nervous Wrecks. HTMTPOKEOFTPBTNW for short. Just rolls off the tongue honestly.

From the very first few days of the Squip being disabled it was clear Jeremy was far from okay. He still flinched sometimes when his voice cracked, or when he got “dramatic” as he himself put it. Michael found a lot of things concerning about Jeremy’s behavior that hadn’t been there before. How he would sometimes slouch slightly and then suddenly straighten up as though he’d been burned. How he got uncomfortable doing anything that could be deemed uncool. Michael couldn’t lie, that in particular hurt quite a bit. Asking Jeremy if they could continue playing Apocalypse of the Damned from where they’d left off and seeing him setting his jaw and clenching his fists as if he was steeling himself for something; that had stung. Michael had forgiven Jeremy practically the second an apology was out of his mouth but that didn’t mean things were perfectly okay between them. The months of being completely alone were still fresh in his mind. Michael had to keep reminding himself that Jeremy was a victim in this too, that was clear to anyone watching even if he wouldn’t flat out say what the Squip had done.

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Panic Attacks


Request: Hi can you do an imagine where Shawn gets into a fight with Cameron because he hit on y/n and Shawn gets hurt and y/n starts blaming it on her and she has a panic attack and Shawn calms her down? xx

Word count: 1,986

Panic Attacks

“He did what?” Shawn yelled at you. Or not exactly at you, but you were the only one there, so he just took it out on you.

“Shawn, it’s really no big deal”

“No big deal? He hit on you? How can you even defend him? He’s supposed to be my fucking friend!”

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Chemistry in the Shower

Requested by Anon:  a Sherlock x reader, where he tries to explain her chemistry for her finals and they just end up doing other things
& Anon:  Can you do a smut one shot with Sherlock where he and the reader have sex in the bathroom and it’s really hot and they freak John out a bit because he thought that she was shy and All?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,515

Warnings: Smut - shower smut, unprotected.

A/N: This was soooo hard to write… As Dean would say “Game of Thrones is complicated, the shower sex – that is complicated… Hell ain’t complicated.”


Originally posted by mental-leaps

“It’s really not that hard, you see.” Sherlock started, using his intellectual voice as he made strange drawings on a white piece of paper, “If we add up these two, you get this one. The same goes to this: If you divide it, you get these two.”

“Yeah, but how do I know which one goes first?” (Y/N) whined.

“You mean…? Nomenclature isn’t hard.” Sherlock continued. He was trying his best to be patient with her; obviously, no one had his brains and so he had to be compassionate. So he proceeded to explain the correct order in which the chemical compounds were to be named. “Any other doubt?”

“How do I divide a compound?” Sherlock sighed heavily.

She wasn’t dumb, not at all, but she was stressed and her mind wasn’t working as it used to. Sherlock knew it, he had noticed, and so he offered his help to explain Chemistry to her – a choice he was already regretting – and all he could think of was that she would find a way to remove all of the stress in her life so he could go do his experiments in peace.

“Doubts?” He asked for the millionth time that day and mentally prayed for her to say no.

“Yes.” Sherlock groaned, shutting his eyes for an instant to try and recover the last bit of sanity he had left. “I don’t want to study anymore.” (Y/N) continued, and Sherlock couldn’t help but to release a relived sigh.

“I was about to stab you.” Sherlock confessed, looking dead serious into her eyes.

“I was about to kill myself.” She replied, and then her head fell over the table as a frustrated groan escaped her throat.

“Take a rest, we can continue later.” Sherlock spoke as he got up from the table and towards the window.

“Do you honestly want to continue helping me?” She inquired, without lifting the head from the table.

“I don’t see why not.” Sherlock said nonchalantly.

“Because I’m a freaking imbecile for this, perhaps?” Sherlock chuckled.

“Don’t feel bad, not everyone can have my brain.” He beamed.

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3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)


3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)

3000+ words

Ps: im bad at revising

TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide

You saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a text. You knew it was probably Connor.

“You can get your phone, it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t get over it.

“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were right, it was Connor.

7 messages from Connor



what are you up to

i’m bored

my parents aren’t home


you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit

You couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid. You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So, your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.)  lyrics on one of his data sheets.

“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.

“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.

“Yeah, Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.”  Connor smiled at this, agreeing silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form. Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort. This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out boy lyrics to be honest.

Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.

6 messages from Connor:

Are you alive


no that’s ridiculous

of course you are


you never not text me

You texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.

im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE

You snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.

1 message from Connor:


you’re heartless

4 messages from Connor:

i know

guess i’ll go hang with my other friends


woe is me

shut up nerd

if you want, come babysit

1 message from Connor:

hell fucking no

well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame

2 messages from Connor:

you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you

i’ll be over in ten

You smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush. Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet. But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.


“What…” he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different topic.

“You know what today is?”

“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”

“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”

“No what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like, Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead album?”

“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”




“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”

“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”

“What? What the fuck is that shit?”

“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”

“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.

“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”

“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”

“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”

“How is it three months?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how do you figure?”

“Oh… It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first bonded was creepy.

“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were even in his dreams.

“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”

“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”

“Friend things.” you sneered

“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.

“I don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had to be the foundation.

“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”

“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”

“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”

“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”

“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”

“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do you want me over for this stupid celebration.”

“Well if you think it’s stupid-”

Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”


“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.

That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.

“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”

“You’ve said that after every single game.”

“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”


“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”

“Of course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.

“I’m going to beat you next week.”

“Next week?”

“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.

“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.

“Then, It’s a date.”

“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.

You froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did feel wounded.

“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth time.” he said, a little too aggressively.

“You good?”

“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.

“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”

You didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light. That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.

You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.

“Unope!” he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?! He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red, you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.

“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.

“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.

You throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.

“I least he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his nose red from the cold approaching winter air.

“False!” you yelled out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.

“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”

You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”

“You totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you lost.”

“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky. His legs were skinnier than yours.

“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.

“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”

“How do I pick it up.”

“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”

Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.

“Both our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.

“You know until L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.” you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and started to build.

You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”

Connor smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep coloring.

“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on your back.

“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before she goes a little stir crazy.”

Connor catches up to you on the steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach dropped.

Shit. You really liked Connor.

You realized you were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself. You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly, thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table, realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the paper, turning it over.

It was you. Where you were sitting, coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look so beautiful. It was so…  realistic. And, just amazing.

“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.

“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.

“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.

“No, I have questions.”

“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”

“What did Carter tell you.”

“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”

“Just tell me, Connor.”

“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”

“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”

“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.

“Tell me how you feel about me.”

Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”

“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,

You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.

“Never. You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.

“You’re so dense, Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6 months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of you. It was perfect.

“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.

“Talk to us when you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his room.

“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.

“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”

Imagine Deadpool finally showing you his face.

“Come on!” You beg, waiting for the loudmouth merc to refuse, like he always did.

“You let me fuck you, why would I ruin that with my hideous face?” Wade focuses back on the television, his hands gripping at the Xbox controller.

“Fine. You’re not tapping this ass until you show me your face.” You muse, leaning back into the couch to continue to kick his ass on Call of Duty.

“You stupid beautiful asshole,” He pauses the game and turns to you, “ You wanna see my face? Fine, but be warned. Pure ugliness.”

Wade waves his hand around his face, before slowly peeling off his mask. His scarred face stares at you, waiting for the regular response he usually gets. But you just stare, trying to figure out who he reminds you of.

“Well?” Wade waves his hand in front of your face, grabbing your attention once more.

“Holy shit!” You gasp.

Realization hits you as Wade’s face fell, “You kinda look like Ryan Reynolds.”

“That stupid Canadian? He can barely act!” Wade shakes his head, ready to unpause the game but he turns to you again, “I’m cuter, right?” 

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, making you laugh.

“Definitely. So much cuter, Wade.”


Originally posted by imagine-warlock

A/N: This is for @torn-and-frayed. She asked for cuddles with Dean. In my head I was all “Imma write something so fluffy she’s gonna hate me!” And then this mess happened. I don’t even know guys, but I hope you like.

Warnings: Post-hunt down-in-the-dumps-very-sad-hates-herself-reader. Sads with a floofy finish.  No beta in sight (mistakes are all mine)

Words: Just over 1,000


“Well today royally fucking sucked,” Dean groaned, walking into the room running a towel over his hair. “Where’s Sam?”

Staring off into space, you were vaguely aware of his presence, but his words weren’t registering. Your mind was going a million miles an hour. It was a constant loop of how you failed, how you let people die, how you were too slow and almost got Dean killed, how badly you just wanted to leave this fucking town behind you, over and over and over, until the only things you could feel was the too fast flutter of your heart, and the sting of unshed tears.

“Hey. Come on get out of that head of yours. Y/N, look at me.” he tenderly cupped your chin, and tilted your head back.

“I…what?” you blinked up at him, trying to clear the fuzziness from your brain.

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Bad Boy (Part 3).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Excessive use of pet names, talk about gangs and hospitals, mentions of illegal fighting, Steve screaming at Bucky’s door.

Word Count: 970.

Rating: 18+


I guess this is turning into a series, then. I tag my wives @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose​ also @ryverpenrad @supernatural-girl97@brokenanxiety​ and @palaiasaurus64​ who asked to be tagged. Hope you enjoy it.

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Sloppy Skype Call

Author’s note: I think that I’m honestly been on a CEO role, honestly I have been so into writing these imagines and I’m having so much fun with them. This imagine was not requested however it’s something I quickly threw together. When I post this it should be after I have posted part 2 of Daddy’s in Trouble and I will be free to get back to my requested imagines, but still feel free to send some more in. This one should be short and sweet, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. This is my first serious Calum write in awhile, so spare me if it’s trash I just had to write this because Calum is Daddy as fuck and I could faintly see him doing something like this.

His lips were just so soft and kissable, you couldn’t help yourself even if you tried. A surprise lunch visit to visit your loving husband turned to an all out make out session between you and Calum in his office chair. His hands were tightly secured around your waist as yours freely roamed over his clothes chest, your lips never leaving his and vice versa. “You know as much as I want to stay like this” Calum mumbled as his kissed slowly down your neck, stopping to softly suck on your sweet spot, “ I have a very important Skype call in 5 minutes that I have to take”. You let out a small huff, this was the price you paid for being married to one of the world’s most successful CEO. While you were so proud of Calum and would do anything to see the company and him succeed, you were hoping that today would be the day that you could have him to yourself for a little while longer. You sighed as you pulled away from Calum grabbing your clutch off of his desk, “Have a good meeting, see you at home, you spoke lowly. You tried to stand up but Calum’s grip around your waist didn’t loosen, “Hey hey, why the long face beautiful”, he brought his hand up to your face moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.  “Stay. Stay for the meeting and afterward”, he places a soft kiss on your bare shoulder, “I will clear my whole schedule for the rest of the day and take you out”. No matter how much you tried to deny it, Calum knew how to please you and clearing his schedule was the perfect step to finally getting to spend quality time with him. You smiled pressing a kiss on Calum’s lips, “ I want to go to Tiffany’s, I had my eyes on something there” “So it’s your as soon as the meeting ends, I promise”. You placed one last kiss on his lip before rising to your feet and walking over to the nearby couch in his office. You plopped down on the sofa, pulling out your phone letting out a small sigh. This was gonna be a long skype call and a long day.

Saying you were impatient was an understatement, you were only 10 minutes into the skype call and you were already bored out of your mind. Not only were you being deprived of Calum’s touch but you were also being forced to hear the most monotoned businessman blab at your husband, throwing out irrelevant stats and dry jokes. You glanced over to see that you were not the only one bored, despite Calum’s professional demeanor you could tell that your husband wanted to blow his brains out every time Mr. Muller attempted to make a business joke. You rested your head softly on your hand, as you continued to watch the skype call transpire you couldn’t help but become entranced by how good Calum looked. He had discarded his business jacket during your make out session which left him in his tie and his Gucci button up shirt. The way his shirt tightly gripped his muscular chest, the way his veins were prominent as gripped tightly onto the pen he was taking notes with, and the way his lips were slightly pouted left you practically drooling. You knew that you promised to sit tight until the meeting was over but you couldn’t help yourself he looked way too good not to touch. You slowly got up from your place on the couch making you way back over to Calum’s desk, Calum was too caught up in concentrating on M.Mullers business inquiries to pay attention to your sudden shift in position. You got down to the floor crawling the remainder of the way to prevent being seen by Mr.Muller, you managed to slip underneath Calum’s desk with alerting either one of the men. You smirked when you noticed the small tent in Calum’s pants, most likely coming from your makeout session; This wasn’t gonna be as hard as you thought. You ran your hands up Calums legs, your palms rubbing harshly over his bulge; Calum finally realized where you were and what you were doing, and to say that he was surprised only the tip of the iceberg. You smirked before you place your finger over your lips, signaling him to stay quiet not that he had much of a choice anyways, he nodded as he shuffled to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. Calum stared down at you as you pulled down his pants and boxers, your eyes met him as you began to pump his member in your hands.

“Mr. Hood are you there”, Mr.Muller questioned causing Calum’s head to snap up and stare into the camera.

“Yes yes sorry, I was just caught up in some thoughts”, Calum apologized and cleared his throat.

You giggled softly at Calum attempting to compose himself before you took all of him into your mouth. You began to bob your head, moving at an agonizingly slow pace which responded to with low growls that only you could hear. Surprisingly enough Calum was able to keep his composure, which allows you to give him the pleasure he so desperately wanted. You began to pick up the pace bobbing your head faster and faster, the tip of his swollen cock hitting the back of your throat each time. You noticed the veins of Calum hand were bulging out at this point, a sign that he was approaching his climax. You released his cock from your mouth, making a small popping sound as you did, replacing your mouth your hands pumping your hand up and down quickly.

 You glanced up at Calum, his eyes once again meeting yours as you opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out. You let your saliva slowly drip down to his cock as you batted your eyelashes looking up at him innocently

“God dammit (Y/N)” Calum groaned and tilted his head back in his chair.

“Mr.Hood.. are you alright?”

“Y- Yes, My wife (Y/N) has just informed me that we are having some issues with one of our ongoing conferences. I apologize but I have to leave and check on this”, Calum stuttered as he placed his hands on the back of your head, lowering your mouth roughly back onto his cock.

“Oh well, of course, I think we are done here anyways I will fax over the business plan and call your receptionist to schedule our follow up meeting”

“Yes, well thank you Mr.Muller. It was great doing business with you”, Calum smiled warmly as he heard you softly gagging on his cock.

“As you Mr.Hood, take care” Mr. Muller waved before hanging up.

Within seconds Calum rose to his feet and pulled your hair into a messy ponytail before he began to fuck your mouth. You complied swirling your tongue as he thrust his cock into your throat, soft moan was the only noise Calum could hear other than the sound of you taking his cock so perfectly down your throat.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you? (Y/N)”, Calum grunted as his thrust grew stronger and stronger in force

“Such a little cum slut, you just couldn’t wait for me to coat that pretty little face of yours with cum” Calum eyes were squeezed shut as help you in position for a while, his cock still deep in his throat you moaned loudly in response. Calum grip on your head loosened as he allowed you to catch you breathe, you let out a shaky breath before wrapping your lips back around his cock to finish what you started.

You knew Calum was nearing his end, his eyes remained shut as he bit his lip and softly raked his hands through your hair, this only made you quicken the pace of your head. Calum let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a ground before he lightly pulled you off of him and began to quickly pump his member.

“Where do you want it” He grunted with each pump, trying to control himself and prevent himself from cumming. You pointed to your face biting your lip and closing.

“Fucking shit, baby”, Calum cried out as he reached his climax, his hot cum landing just where you wanted it.

Calum fell back into his chair, his eyes finally opened and relaxed as he slowly caught his breath. You opened your eyes, licking the remaining cum off his tip and taking the cum sprawled all over your face into your mouth.

“You are something else, Mrs.Hood “, Calum smirked as you rose to your feet and sat in his lap.

“I know I am but what are you?” You giggled before kissing his swollen, wet lips.

“Head over heel for you”

“...Two Of Us.”

Requested by an anon.

Originally posted by highgrnder

You didn’t know what to do. You weren’t a parent. You were the youngest, therefore you saw yourself as a baby. You didn’t want to take care of another baby. You were awkward and scared to take care of a child. Especially since it was your baby was your sister’s child.

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Father’s Daughter (Pennywise x Reader)

 How would you know, as the child of Maturin, know that you’d fall in love with the enemy?

@cassidy-157 really wanted to see this done and I’m happy to oblige. 

          I had come to this universe, specifically Derry, to keep a close eye on IT.  My father for some time argued with me but eventually caved when I told him that someone had to make sure the thing called Pennywise didn’t destroy everything.  I promised not to interfere but just to observe unless I absolutely needed to help. Derry was a small little town that really showed the outdoor beauty of the universe.  At least I thought it did.  When I arrived, I made sure to conceal myself in a way so I just looked like a normal human woman.  I admit I used some powers of my own so I could get a house in the town.  I found a local job so I would blend in even more. Shortly after arriving children started to go missing.  It was Pennywise awake again.  I was hoping we would have to come face to face but the powers above seemed to push us towards one another.

           I had gotten out of the office late that night and made my way home.  While I made the corner, I was fiddling with my house keys when they flew out of my hands.  I heard them fall into the drain and I let out a groan.  Great.  I leaned down onto my knees and peered inside.  I was about to just have them transport to my hand when the face of a clown appeared.  Oh no. In one of his hands were my keys.

           “Pennywise.”  My voices barely managed to squeak out and he seemed confused.

           “You already know my name?  I suppose I don’t have to introduce myself.”  He held the keys a bit higher.  “These must be yours.”  His face twisted in confusion again as he couldn’t get my name to come out.  “I know you know my name.  What’s yours?”  His voice sprang up with childlike glee.  This was the monster that destroyed so many planets that Maturin was so afraid of?

           “Yes, those are mine. My name is (Y/N).”  I smiled politely.  “I really need those back please.”  Honestly, I didn’t but it would be less of a hassle if I did.

           “How do you know my name?”  His eyebrow raised and he became more serious.

           “You’re the talk of the town.  How can I not hear about you?”  I raised my eyebrow in response back.

           “I suppose you’re right. I have been causing quite a bit of trouble.”  He let out a chuckle and he tossed my keys to me which I caught.  “Take care (Y/N).  I’ll see you later.”

           Like that, Pennywise was gone.  He hadn’t realized who I was and I breathed a sigh of relief.  I made it back to my house and my mind began to race.  What was going to happen now?  What would happen if I found out I was a child of Maturin? Would he kill me?  I let out a sigh and set out to try to relax the rest of the evening before going to sleep.

           Months went past and Pennywise became a more frequent part of my life.  He would show up at random times to scare me and to figure out who I was.  He knew everyone in Derry.  He knew everyone in general but me.  I was this strange human who he had no clue who I was.  I had come up with a simple story to tell humans that I had moved from a faraway state, that dad was no longer in the picture and my mom had passed away.  Something simple but tragic.  It would be kind of odd to tell them your father was a turtle who puked up their universe and that you were that turtle’s child.  Pennywise seemed to buy the story though and yet his curiousness grew.  He wanted to become closer but each time he tried I’d have to push him aside, telling him that it wasn’t right and that I couldn’t.

           “(Y/N) I know how I feel. I don’t care what’s wrong or right. I’m the most horrific thing on this planet and universe so rightness doesn’t matter to me.”  He protested this evening as I made my way to the kitchen to make something to eat.

           “I know that. There’s just other things you don’t know that I can’t tell you.”  My heart was pounding in my chest.  I couldn’t tell him, and I hated to admit it but I was growing feelings for him.  “Things about me that I’m scared to tell you.”

           “What are you hiding?” His voice was angered curiosity as he came up behind me.  “You won’t let me be more affectionate to you.  You won’t let me mate with you.  There’s secrets you’re keeping from me.”  He spun me around and stared into my eyes.  He was a powerful creature but even I could still hide things from his gaze.

           “Pennywise.”  My arms wrapped around him.  My heart fluttered in my chest and all I could think about was the love in my heart for him.  “You’re going to be so mad when you find out.  So mad.”

           “Tell me and I promise not to be mad at you.”  He leaned me back and his face had sunken into a saddened look.  All he wanted was the truth.

           I let out a heavy sigh as I let some real parts of me show.  My skin began to sparkle as if stars were shining through.  My eyes turned into a golden honey yellow.  The hair on my head went from its usual dark color to a pale white.  The whole aura around me changed, feeling like I was in space.  Floating.  

           “My father,” I took in another deep breath as I watched his expression go from sad to confused to anger, “is Maturin.”

           “That fucking turtle!” Pennywise grabbed the nearest thing, a chair, and flung it at the wall.  It shattered and the pieces that didn’t embed into the wall fell with a clatter.  “He fucking sent you here.  Didn’t he!?” His voice grew deeper and there was so much anger.  I would have taken step back, but I was already against the counter.  “Came here to kill old Pennywise did you!?”  His clawed hands gripped into my shoulders and his nails began to sink into my skin.  I let out a pained yelp and a few tears fell down my face the deeper they dug.

           “Please, listen to me.” His hands shot up to grab my head and his face got only an inch away from mine.

           “Maturin, you fucking pathetic turtle!  This universe is mine!  And you.” His nails soon began to dig into my neck and head.  “You fucking lied to me!”

           “You promised you wouldn’t be mad.”  I let out a pained whimper.  

           “I didn’t know you were going to be the spawn of my enemy!”  With a swift motion I was flung into the wall, the one that had been hit by the chair.  I fell with a thud and I heard Pennywise storming off.

           I didn’t care that my mortal shell hurt.  My heart felt as if it was ripped in so many pieces and tossed like confetti.  I understood he was upset.  I wanted to go to him, reach out to him but maybe if I gave him some time he would calm down.  

           So many people went missing and Maturin had tried to get a hold of me to see what was going on.  I let it slip that I ended up having feelings for the evil being.  Father didn’t seem surprised though.  He never really did though for anything.  All he did was instruct me to reach out to IT, calm him if I could or end him.  My heart sank at the thought of having to kill the one being I loved.  Eventually I sought Pennywise out.  I stood in front of the Neibolt house in the dead of night.  Several missing posters blew down the street as I entered in the front door.

           “Pennywise?”  My voice felt so empty as it traveled the room.

           He was here though.  Or at least below.  It took me some time to get to his pile of things.  I looked up to the bodies floating slowly around it and let out a sigh. There were so many.  I walked around the room, calling out his name down each tunnel I passed.  The same feeling of hurt was welling up in my heart and tears stung my eyes.  

           “Pennywise, please.”  I begged as tears ran down my face.  “Please.  We need to talk.”

           “There is nothing to discuss.”  I spun around and there sat Pennywise on his stage, glaring at me.  “I suggest you leave Derry.  And this universe.”

           “Fine.  Let me say what I need to say first then I’ll leave and take any memory of me.”  Quickly, I wiped the tears from my cheek and walked over to him.  “Yes, I came here to watch you.  To keep an eye on you because Maturin never seemed to care.  He thinks you’ll never find a way back to the macro-verse. I convinced him to let me come here to make sure that things never got out of hand so to speak.”  Pennywise shifted in his position as he watched me. “I expected to just be a small speck of your times awake.  I didn’t expect to fall in love with you.”  The words spilled out and with a blushed face I turned my head away.

          “You came here to spy on me,” he hopped from his seat and began to approach me, “and here you are instead, confessing your love for me.”

          “Yes.”  I turned away and began to walk away.  “I’ll leave now.  No one will remember me.  You won’t have to worry about me anymore.”  As my arm swung back I felt a large hand grab my wrist and I was spun around.

          “No.”  His arms wrapped around me.  “I adore you. I hate that I adore you.  Your father has been nothing but a pest for me but,” his hand cupped my cheek to make me look at him, “you are the single most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life.  I’ve been to so many places and seen so many things, but nothing has ever touched the beauty you showed me.”

         “Pennywise.”  I was holding back more tears. “I should have told you as soon as we began our little thing. I’m sorry.  I didn’t want to lie to you.”

         “I understand.  Just,” he picked me up and buried his face into my neck, “don’t leave. I hate to admit it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.  I thought you would leave while I was so angry.  I wanted to reach out, but I needed to get that feeling out before I tried.”

         “I missed you too.”  I held onto him tightly and rested my head on his shoulder.  

         “Though, I probably will still be mad from time to time simply because of Maturin being part of you.”  He lifted his head and we looked at one another.

          “It’ll take some getting used to, but I want you to be a part of me too.”  Slowly I leaned in and he understood.

          His hand slid to the back of my head as our lips connected.  As we began to kiss he moved us back over to the stage and inside it.  Gently, he laid me down on what felt like a mattress. When he pulled away from the kiss he had a goofy yet devious grin on his face.  I raised my eyebrow in confusion until one his hands wrapped around my neck. I let out a pleasured whimper. His other hand hiked up my dress and ripped away my underwear.  Several fingers slid inside me and I began to moan.  The thought of how wrong this may have been left me entirely.  All I wanted was him.  All I desired was him.  He began to lean over me and had a large smirk on his face.

        “Other than calling me by the usual pet nick names I want you to call me,” he leaned in closer and drool dripped from his fangs onto my neck, “daddy.  I want you to scream it loud enough for that damned turtle to hear.”

Best Job Ever

This is for @teamfreewill-imagine Challenge Prompt “Make-up Artist” and

@luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge Prompt “This doesn’t make us even.”

Jensen Ackles x Sister Reader, mentions Jared Padalecki and Misha Collins

Summary: just a fun day on the job for y/n

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1,206

Originally posted by doiseemtogiveafuck

Originally posted by bubblemish

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Tease {Michael Mell x Reader}

request: anonymous asked:*backflips at the words bmc* Micheal x Reader where they both are doing things to tease the other but it bites them both in the ass because by the end of the school day, they’re both so riled up, Micheal practically throws Jeremy out of his car at his house before taking off to his place (Reader lives with Micheal because their family is a chaotic one) and they have the house to themselves and they either go to the basement or bedroom but either way things get S T E A M Y Then post sex snuggles

yes please.

warnings: smut smuT smUT!!!!!, swearing, fluff???

word count: 3.7k

It started out as an innocent little game. A game that spiraled into ridiculous, hilarious and, hot sex.

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Rivalry ~ Josh Matthews

Requested : yes

Can I have a Josh one shot where Maya and Y/N have been at each other’s throats lately because you and Josh are dating and she’s jealous. But then while you’re out, you get a call from Riley because Josh is having like an anxiety attack and needs you. And you’re the only one that really calms him down and Maya realizes how perfect you two are together? Tysm!!

Warnings: drinking

i changed it a bit and made josh just angry and distrought

“Morning!” You chirped as you walked into class Friday morning. You looked towards Maya and she glared at you. You rolled your eyes and sat down behind Farkle.

“What’s got you in a such a good mood?” Riley chuckled. You smiled again.

“Josh and I are going to Central Park later to take pictures for my project.” Maya scoffed

“You act like you’re so special. Him and I talked on the roof of Riley’s apartment building for hours last weekend. Said he liked me. Called you a witch. Probably gonna dump you when he sees you today.”

“He did not!” You snapped and she laughed seeing she got to you. You crossed your arms and leaned back in your seat as Riley scolded the blonde who only smirked and turned to the board.

“He did not.” You muttered to yourself. ~ 
You were worriedly pacing back in forth in front of topangas as you waited for Josh to meet you. Soon enough you saw the tall boy coming down the stairs. you froze and you tucked your shaking hands into your back pockets. he smiled at you put you looked down, nt being able to meet his icy blue gaze.

“ hey babe!” he reached to hug you but you backed away. he furrowed his eyebrows, his smile and stomach dropping. “ whats wrong?”

“we need to break up, josh. i cant do this anymore.” by ’ this ’ you meant the constant torment from maya. you believed that you deserved it. afterall, you had taken josh from her. thats what she always told you.

’ why do you hate me maya?’ you would ask, to which she would reply,
’ you took josh from me. youre dead to me ’ you cried that night. she had been your bestfriend and you were selfish.

“ what?” he said, barely above a whisper. his voice was laced with such pain, it made tears well up in your eyes.

“ im sorry , josh.” you sniffed. you started to walk away but he grabbed you and turned you around to face him.

‘ no , yn, please dont do this. please. i love you.” he choked out, tears falling down his face.

“ i have to josh. im going to get my friend back, you are going to back to NYU and forget about me. you are going to meet a nice girl and she will be your topanga and you will be happy. i promise.’’ you gave him a watery smile and she shook his head.

‘’ i dont want another girl, Y/n! I want you! you are my Topanga. thre is no one else for me, please, dont leave me!’’ He begged. You let out a choked sob.

‘’im sorry.’’ You sobbed and ran off, leaving Josh all alone.

Little did you know, Maya was watching from behind the stairs, the feeling of guilt slowly eating away at her. She was the reason you broke up with josh. It was all her fault. ~ You were sobbing into your pillow , pictures of you and Josh surrounding you on your bed. Just as you began to calm down, your phone rang. You thought it was Josh, again, but it as Riley.

“ hello?“ You asked hoarsly. You heard a panicked voice on the other end.

“Y/n? I need you get here! Right now!’’ You heard a crash in the background and Riley yelp. “It’s all my fault!” You heard an angry voice yell out, you immediiatley recognized it as Josh.

“ Riley, whats going on?!” You asked worriedly.

“ It’s josh! He called me over and he’s drunk! hes throwing things, Y/n you need to get here!”

“ josh calm down!’’ You heard maya yelp. You looked down.

“ mayas there?” You asked bitterly and you could practically hear Riley roll her eyes.

"That’s not important Y/n! I’m so sick of this petty rivalry! Now get down here now!” She yelled Into the phone, shocking you, and hanging up. You sat there for a minute before quickly slipping on your hoodie and some shoes before running out of your home, keys in hand. You didn’t care that you were in short pajama shorts with dried tears on your face. The only important thing was getting to Josh.

You were at his dorm in half an hour and you could still hear crashing inside. A few students were gathered around the door, whispering about what was going on. You pushed past them and banged on the door.

“Riley! It’s Y/n! ” the door swung open and arms pulled you in. You saw a broken lamp, a smashed record , and countless objects strewn across the room. Josh was in the corner yelling at him self, his words slurred and unclear.

“Josh!” He didn’t hear you. “Josh!” You screamed. He stopped yelling and looked at you. He melted when he saw your soft eyes staring back to him. He broke down in tears again, the alcohol In his system making his react even more dramatic then he usually would have. You rushed to his side and pulled his head to your chest.

You both sat on the floor and you held him as he sobbed into your chest. “It’s okay, calm down.” You cooed, petting his hair. He stopped crying and tried to get his breathing under control.

Maya watched from across the room. She could see how easily you calmed him down. She could see the love between the two of you. You looked up and saw her looking at you.

“I’ll be right back , Josh.” You said softly , trying to pull away from him but he tightened his grip.

“No! Don’t leave me again, please.” He whined like a child , melting your heart.

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I’ll be right over there. Don’t worry.” He finally let you go and you walked over to Maya.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” She whimpered. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“For what?”

“This is all my fault. I couldn’t face the fact that Josh didn’t want me. I was jealous and angry. I’m so sorry I treated you so poorly. Please forgive me.” You smiled at her kindly.

“I forgive you, Maya. Now if you will excuse me, I have a drunk boing to take care of. ” she returned your smile and hugged you before letting you return to the boy who was sprawled out on the floor.

“I’m back. Now come on, let’s get you to bed. ” you pulled him up and walked him over to his bed where he laid down, pulling you with him.

You pulled the blankets over the two of you and held him as he fell asleep. You looked over to the girls.

“You guys can go home. I got this.” They smiled at you and told you goodbye before leaving. You cuddled up to Josh’s chest and fell asleep.

~ You woke up to Josh stirring in your arms.

“Morning sunshine.” You giggle as he groaned , holding his head. He looked at you and sighed in relief.

“I had the worst nightmare ever! You dumped me and I got drunk and went on this rampage but in the end you came and calmed me down. Thank god it was just a dream.” He sighed, burying his head in your chest again. You giggled.

“It wasn’t a dream Josh. ” he froze. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked at you sadly.

“So… We aren’t together anymore.” He said sadly. You shook your head.

“I’ve been thinking Josh. I don’t want to be without you. I shouldn’t have broken up with you. So , if you want to, I want to get back together.” You said quietly , playing with a string on the blanket. He groaned.

“Thank you God!” He flipped back down onto his bed as you laughed. “Come here, you!” He growled playfully and tickled your sides. You squealed, trying to get away from him. You both laughed loudly as you squirmed and shrieked. When he stopped you caught your breath and stared into his eyes.

“I love you , Josh.” You smiled and he grinned. He pulled you onto his chest and placed a kiss on your lips.

“I love you too, Y/n.”



Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,672ish
T/W: Smut!
A/N: Okay, I blame Adorable Anon for bringing up Lin’s mouth.

Kicking your heels off at the front door you slowly made your way to the bedroom. It had to be at least 11 o’clock at night. You were completely over the dress you were in. Your hair fell messily around your face as you took out the bobby pins. Feeling entirely drained you slipped off your dress and fell face first onto your bed, feet dangling off. You didn’t notice your husband walk into the room. He stood in the doorway for a moment to take you in, he saw you huff, continuing to lay facedown. 

“How was the work party?” he asked.

You mumbled into the mattress. To which he chuckled and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing up and down the back of your thigh. Feeling the soft, thin fabric of your stockings against his finger tips. It was a bit humorous to see you flopped onto the mattress in a fancy pair of matching underwear and stockings, but he tried his best to be serious. 

“What happened?” he tried again, looking back at you. 

“Well, for starters,” you crossed your arms, turning your head to the side, so you could see him, “remember that old guy? Yeah, well he was there and he wouldn’t stop making comments at me. Oh, and then I had to listen to all of Maria’s issues, which, fine whatever. But then oh, then, Charles pointed out how short I was even in heels and everybody thought it was funny and wouldn’t let it go…”

“Aww, well, I like that you’re short,” Alex smiled, turning back to you, “I’ll tell Laurens to go after Lee, he’s been wanting to for a while anyways.” 

“Thanks,” you managed a smile for a second, “It’s just really stressful. You know how I don’t like parties. They make me feel…I dunno.”

You let out another big huff, crawling to the middle of the bed, and laying on your back, bending your knees a little. Resting a hand on your forehead you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Alex bit his lip getting an idea. He crawled in between your legs, hooking an arm under your already bent leg. His fingertips stroked the side of your thigh. Kissing the inside of it. Sighing again, you enjoyed that. 

“Maybe I can make you feel a little better?” he said in a tone that let you know exactly what he meant. 

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late night kiss pt. 2

A/N: Ahhh, thank you all so much for the wonderful love that ‘late night kiss’ has gotten! I appreciate every single one of you, and all the love is what motivates me to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this part as much as you did the first.

Also, I might make this into a series with more than just two parts, but let me know if you’d be interested in a part 3….

summary: After the Spider-Man incident, you decide you need to tell your best friend, Peter Parker. It has some unforeseen, yet good, consequences.

pairing: peter parker x reader

01 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

You rushed into your algebra class, slamming your stuff down onto your desk, right beside Peter. He startled and looked at you with wide eyes. His cheeks were dusted with pink, but you chose to ignore it.

“I have to tell you something,” you said, looking at him intently.

“Wh-what—what—what is it?” he stuttered, rubbing his neck with one hand and then crossing his arms.

You raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior and then peeked at the clock. Your teacher was already setting up for class.

“You won’t believe what happened to me last night,” you told him. He raised his eyebrows in a gesture to continue, though his cheeks were starting to get a little darker. “Freaking Spider-Man showed up in my room,” you whispered, leaning in close.

Peter’s eyes darted down to your lips, but you didn’t notice. He laughed stiffly. “Oh?”

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Something To Talk About

Spencer Reid x Reader

“Aqua…. I need aqua!” You’d been dancing with your two best friends for the past thirty minutes and you desperately needed a drink. “You guys want anything?”

“Nah Y/N, we’re good.”

You weaved your way through the crowds to the bar seeing a familiar face at a table not too far away. Spencer Reid, accompanied by some friends.

Spencer often came into the book store you worked at, and after the first few transactions you’d started making conversation with him, you both bonding over your love of books.

You looked forward to his visits, he was one of the few guys that didn’t try to hit on you constantly, although he was also one of the few that you wouldn’t mind if he did.

Not wanting to interrupt, you caught Spencers eye, giving him a quick smile. Both him and the dark skinned male sat next to him smiled back, the other man nudging Spencer.

“Hey hey…. Guess someone’s seen something they like,” Derek nudged Spencer, eyeing up the cute girl who had just flashed him a grin.
“I am so gonna get myself some of that.”

“Who? The girl at bar?” Spencer knew she wasn’t smiling at Morgan, for once someone was smiling at him. He knew her outside of work, she worked at a little book store only a few streets away from his apartment. She was nice.

Once he’d actually plucked up the courage to start talking to her he’d discovered they shared a lot of similar interests. He’d spotted her dancing earlier with her friends but didn’t want to interrupt. Plus, he knew if the rest of the team saw him talking to a pretty girl he’d never hear the end of it.

Spencer watched as Morgan slid off his bar stool heading over to Y/N, the rest of the team’s eyes watching him to see if she’d be another notch added to his bed post.

He returned a few minutes later, “Chic says she’s got a boyfriend. Lucky guy, hitting that.”

Spencer laughed out loud. Y/N didn’t have a boyfriend. It was only yesterday he’d been talking to her when he’d gone to collect some books he had on order. He’d asked her what plans she had that weekend, and Y/N had responded that aside from seeing her friends tonight, her only other date was with Oliver.

“Oliver, your boyfriend?“ he’d tried to ask casually.

“Oh god no, he’s my cat. I’m single,” she’d chuckled.

Morgan had just been shot down, and that did not happen very often at all.

“What?” Morgan turned to Spencer.

“Nothing, just sounds like you’ve been fed a line,” Spencer smirked.

“Seriously kid? Pretty girl like that, of course she’s taken.”

Reid scoffed, glancing over at the bar where Y/N was in conversation with one of the female bartenders. They both glanced over at Derek and laughed. She looked again catching Spencer’s eye once more and raising her eyebrows at him and grinning.

“I definitely think you’ve just been shot down,” Spencer had an idea. One that he hoped would work, otherwise he’d end up looking foolish. Still if it did work the look on Morgan face would be priceless.

“You think you can do better Pretty Boy?”

“Actually yeah I do.”

The rest of the team looked on in disbelief as their resident genius downed his drink and hopped off his stool, pushing through the crowds.

Their jaws dropped even further when a few minutes later, the girl leaned upwards giving Spencer a quick peck on the lips before taking his hand and leading him through the crowds and out of the doors, Spencer glancing back giving Morgan a huge smirk as he did.

“What the actual f…..?” Morgan couldn’t believe it.

“Well looks like Reid’s actually getting some tonight. Don’t worry my chocolate thunder, I still love you.”

The rest of the team fell about laughing as Penelope tried to reassure him.

You saw Spencer making his way towards you as the guy he was with returned back to his seat.

You felt bad for telling him you had a boyfriend, but he really wasn’t your type. And you’d found that lying about having a partner was just easier than trying to think of some witty come back.

“Hey you,” you smiled at him when he was close enough to talk to.

“Hey Y/N.” He grinned back.

“Gotta be honest, wasn’t expecting to see you here Dr Reid.”

He shrugged, “I get dragged along with them sometimes. It’s alright.”

“So, take it he’s one of your teammates?” You nodded over to the table where Spencer had come from, the rest of the people there staring at you both with open mouths.

Spencer nodded at you, “Can I ask you a favour Y/N. You don’t have to….”

“Is it anything to do with the rest of your table who are looking over here like they’ve seen Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe?”

“Yep, Morgan said you’d told him you had a boyfriend and I may have laughed.”

“Cos you knew it was a lie.” You remembered your conversation from the previous day, pleased he’d remembered something you’d told him.

He nodded, “Morgan asked if I thought I could do better. Would you mind just walking out of here with me? If doesn’t have to be for long, just so I can see the look on Morgan’s face.”

“Providing you help me find a cab then I’m game.”

You were ready to go anyway, your feet hurting from the heels you were wearing. You pulled your cell out, texting the girls that you were leaving.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, come on. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

You stood up, giving him a light kiss on his lips, barely touching him before grabbing his hand and leading him through the crowds.

Exiting the bar, you waited until you were a few doors down before you stopped walking, turning to Spencer and seeing the biggest grin on his face.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“Yes oh my god, the look on his face was brilliant.” He laughed, his eyes crinkling and his face lighting up, “Thank you so much.”

“Happy to help. So now they all think you’re getting some right?”

Spencer nodded, “Yep and the fact that you shot Morgan down before me makes this a million times better. You’re awesome for playing along.”

“I know I am. Listen, I don’t actually live that far. Would you mind walking me? There’s a late night cafe open a few doors down from me. We could maybe get a coffee? Or you could come back to mine for a beer?” You took a chance, wondering if it would pay off.

Spencer looked surprised at your offer, before clearing his throat. “Erm sure. That sounds great.”


You started walking showing him the way, him offering his arm out like the perfect gentleman you knew he would be.

Slipping your arm through his you asked, “So the cafe or my place?”

“Whichever. Either is good with me?” He still sounded unsure.

“My place it is then.”

Maybe he was going to get some after all.

anonymous asked:

“get the fuck out of my house, you two-faced brat.”

“Get the fuck out of my house, you two-faced brat!”

A stunned silence settles over the dining table before you, looking an absolute sight of horror, snap your head towards the head of the table where Seokjin, almighty vociferator, sits red-faced. He resembles an extremely pissed off tomato, and quite frankly, you are about to squish him like one.

“Seokjin! Why would you say that?!” You barely screech back, fingers tightening threateningly around your knife and fork. Through the veil of rage that now hangs over your vision, you notice that Yoongi, sitting across from you, is beginning to appear slightly alarmed. The blunt kick he gives your ankle underneath the table is a further sign of this.

“Because your shitty boyfriend is precisely that,” Seokjin screams back, jabbing the tip of his knife that is dotted with morsels of potato bake in the direction of your current boyfriend, Yugyeom, who sits beside you in the line of fire. “He’s shitty!

You gasp loudly, and then bellow the inhaled mouthful of air when you yell, “How dare you! That is so rude, Seokjin. You don’t even know Yugyeom!” Your blood is officially hitting boiling point. You survey the table, taking in the expressionless faces of Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon as they watch the chaos unfold. “Are you guys just going to sit there and not say anything?! You’re seriously going to let him treat Yugyeom like this?!”

“Well,” Hoseok pipes up, shoveling a forkful of potato bake into his mouth and then continuing, “Seokjin has a point.”

“Why are you all talking about me like I’m not sitting right here?!” Yugyeom exclaims.

“See?!” Seokjin shouts and gestures appreciatively at Hoseok, whom you are about to launch at over the table and single-handedly murder. “I’ll have you know that I tried to be nice, and he was very nice back – at first! Then he transformed into this two-faced little prick and said my mother’s potato bake recipe tastes like crusty ass!”

It feels like your entire face is on fire. “He’s allowed to have an opinion! It’s constructive criticism!”

“No, that’s just being a douchebag,” Namjoon chips in from your right. “And that’s not the only thing he said. He asked Yoongi if his face always looks like he just got blue-balled!”

“It does!” Yugyeom argues.

You scoff in agreeance, dropping your cutlery on your plate with a loud clatter. “Yoongi doesn’t have feelings anyway. He wouldn’t care!”

“For how long are you going to keep using that as your excuse to make yourself feel better about breaking up with me and for somewhat crushing my heart in the process?” Yoongi spits, narrowing his eyes at you. Suddenly, Yugyeom is swiveling in his chair to stare incredulously at you.

“Wait, you dated him?”

Groaning, you close your eyes and massage your middle and forefingers against your temples. “I mean technically, we–”

“– Were engaged. Yeah. We were gonna get fucking married, so not just dating,” Yoongi cuts in, running a hand through his messy black hair before shifting his glare from Yugyeom to you. “Then your prissy little girlfriend here decided she wasn’t ready for commitment and hightailed the fuck outta this city for three years, leaving me to handle the fifteen thousand dollar wedding debt!”

“God, here we go again,” Hoseok says boredly, reaching across the table with his fork to stuff the potato bake on Yugyeom’s plate into his mouth. Yugyeom hardly seems to notice at this stage; his eyes wildly dart between you and Yoongi.

You, on the other hand, blanch and pull your hands to your chest, recoiling away from your newly revealed ex-fiance. “How dare you bring this up right now! It’s not my fault that I was given the opportunity to pursue my childhood dream of horse hubandry–”

“Nope, fuck this, I’m outta here,” Yugyeom suddenly stands, quickly backing away from the table as though its occupants are rabid beasts, which is honestly not all that far off the mark. He barely even spares a glance at you when he announces, “We’re done. I don’t want anything to do with you or your crazy ass friends again.”

With that said and done, Yugyeom collects his wallet and nearly sprints out of the apartment, slamming the front door as he goes. For a brief moment, everyone silently stares at the wood as it quivers on its hinges before a collective sigh of relief is released.

“I can’t believe he bought the marriage thing. He did realise that we would’ve only been twenty-one, right?” You say, shaking your head and returning to your barely touched meal, a little cold after the whole fiasco.

“I know right, what a dumbass,” Namjoon cackles. “Seriously though ___, you need to pick up your boyfriend game. This is the seventh one we’ve had to scare off, and frankly, it’s getting exhausting. I’m not even getting paid for this shit.”

“I can’t believe he actually said I look like I’m constantly blue-balled,” Yoongi grumbles, brutally stabbing at a defenseless piece of broccoli. You reach across the table and sympathetically pat his hand.

“No you don’t, sweetie, you’re perfect.” He rolls his eyes in response, albeit with a tiny smile.

Seokjin clears his throat and stands, collecting his plate and Yugyeom’s that has been mostly polished off by Hoseok. “Would anyone care for some Darjeeling green tea?”

Unanimously, the table says, “Yes please!”

They’re gonna cut open my gums | Kian Lawley

Request: do a kian version of the wisdom teeth imagine that you did with jc?? love ya girl cya

WARNINGS: Swearing

“You ready baby?” Kian asked pointing the camera at you in the backseat. “As ready as you can be before getting your gums cut open,” you said sarcastically rolling your eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me!” He scolded. You rolled your eyes again causing both him and Bobby to laugh. The three of you got out of the car and headed up the staircase to get to the floor faster than the elevator. “(Y/f/n) (y/l/n)?” A nurse said popping her head around the corner of the waiting room. “We’ll see you when you’re done,” Kian smiled pecking your lips before you followed the nurse into the room.

“Woah, you look like my boyfriend,” you giggled at Kian when him and Bobby entered. You gasped, “you’re my boyfriend?” He laughed nodding his head. “But you’re hot,” you whispered reaching forwards to touch his face. He laughed again, a smile adorned his face, “glad you think so.” A dopey smile crossed your face at his words. “Why did I wear these shoes, I hate these shoes?” You asked yourself looking down at your feet that were propped up on the dentist chair. They laughed at your comments for the next half hour that you had to stay in the dental office and helped walk you over to the wheelchair to take you out of the building.

“Fuck is such a great word,” you smiled pulling your beanie over your face. “Babe, don’t do that,” Kian warned pulling it back up properly. You groaned slapping his hand away, “I’m a big girl I can do it myself,” you said sticking your tongue out at him. He scrunched his face up in disgust seeing your tongue covered in blood. “What? Oh my God! Is it gone? Did they take my tongue? Is that why I can’t feel my tongue! Help me! Don’t just sit there laughing at me we need to go get my tongue back!” You screamed watching Kian laugh so hard that tears were now streaming down his face. “It’s just covered in blood,” Bobby said barely getting out words he was laughing so hard. “Eww.” The car was silent for the next few minutes, the only noise being the cars passing by and the low music playing from the radio. “Man, I fucking love these shoes!” You said loudly causing Bobby to jump in his seat. “You literally just said you hated them, like twenty minutes ago,” Kian laughed pointing the camera at you again. “What? No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I love you!” You yelled at the shoes holding one of the Adidas slides in your hand and cradled it to your face.

“Ki, can I nap?” You asked rubbing your eyes with your fists. “Yeah baby, you just gotta take these meds first okay?” He cooed gently holding your face in his hands. You nodded resting your forehead tiredly against his chest. His hands slowly rubbed up and down your back making you even more tired than before. “Here,” he said pulling away and handing you two pills of whatever you had been told to take around this time with a glass of water. You held your arms open to be carried and waited for Kian to pick you up. His placed his hands on your butt, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head buried in his neck as he carried you up towards your room. By the time you had reached the bed you were in the state of mind where you’re almost fully asleep but still awake just enough to hear things. Kian placed you on the bed and pulled off your shoes before pulling you under the covers. “I love you,” he whispered kissing your forehead. He started to get up from where he was leant over you but your hand reached out towards him. He grabbed your hands and laced together your fingers before he lied down next to you and pulled you into him.

Hey Daddy

Pairing: Bambam x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Daddy kink, exhibitionism.

A/N: This is the much-anticipated sequel to Daddy’s Home! I have been trying to write this for the last like, nine months and finally made myself sit down and get it done. I hope everyone loves it as much as I do. My masterlist is here, and requests are open! Voting for next week’s Daddy is also OPEN!

You woke up the next morning to Bambam flipping his hair out of his face behind you, then pulling you into him. His lips caressed your neck gently, and his breath tickled as he began to talk. “Good morning, beautiful,” he breathed. You could feel the smile spill across his face and he stroked from your hair to your bare hip.

You rolled over to face him. “Good morning, baby,” you beamed. Bambam pressed his lips to your forehead. His naked body pressed against yours, and you smiled to yourself. Pulling back, his face was mischievous.

There was a pause. “What do you wanna do today, princess?”

“Whatever you wanna do, daddy.” You smiled at him again.



Another pause hung in the air, and you could physically see him decide on something.

“We’re going to Hawaii. Get your bag ready.” He kissed you again and jumped out of bed, pulling on his silk leopard-print robe. You walked to the closet that was closest to your side of the bed. You had an entire wardrobe specifically designated for Bambam’s house, which consisted of 75 percent lingerie and shoes.

“Uh, babe?” you said, staring at the inside of your closet. “I’m gonna need to borrow a pair of regular pants, because literally all that’s in here is lingerie and shoes and a few skirts and like… one hoodie.”

He came around the bed to your side, lips grazing your shoulder. “I could always take you shopping again, ya know.”

You turned, regarding him with a tiny frown. “Or I could just run home and pack.”

“Alright,” he said, planting a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll meet you at the airport.”

The fingers on Bambam’s hand rubbed gently into your left thigh, inching closer to your soaked core as he nipped gently at your neck. “All these people are watching us,” he whispered into your ear. You felt yourself flush and he grinned, licking gently at your earlobe. “Kinda makes it hotter, don’t you think?”

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soulmate! Jeonghan (pt.2)


recap:  in which whatever your soulmate gets called often is tattooed all over your body, visa versa

part 1

  • finding Jeonghan has got to be the nicest thing the universe has ever done for you
  • finally you can live it up a bit
  • well that’s one way to put it I guess
  • your relationship is very chill
  • and comfortable
  • it’s always a surprise to the others how well the two of you just click
  • like all of them had maybe a bit of initial awkwardness with their soulmates
  • but you two would be caught napping on the couch in the studio together
  • absolute chaos by the way because of this
  • and the both of you say at the same time
  • “Shhh trying to nap here.”
  • and Svt standing there looking at you two like
  • “What the heck did they both just say the same thing at the exact same time despite being asleep?”
  • “Also the couch isn’t meant to be used this way.”
  • “I know we’ve said get a room, but this isn’t what we meant!”
  • both your faces showing small sleepy cute smiles
  • until the others give up and leave you two there still napping
  • often, the both of you would just sit in the practice room during his breaks
  • you would talk about how your day was at work
  • back rubs and tickle fights
  • or just sharing a bag of chips and a water bottle purchased from the corner convenience store
  • pinkies interlocked with each other’s
  • his head on your shoulder or vice versa
  • or his head in your lap or vice versa
  • playing with each other’s hair
  • shooing away any of the members that asked for some food
  • “Get your own soulmate to buy you food, this one’s mine.” He’d laugh at Seungkwan who had asked for a chip
  • or playing pranks on the other members
  • like when Seungcheol picked the wrong day to take a short nap during break time
  • which he found out
  • after he got a face full of whip cream thanks to you and Jeonghan
  • his own hand covered in whip cream, a feather in Jeonghan’s hand, and an empty can of whip cream in the trash
  • “Y/n!!! I thought you’d be better than to follow Jeonghan’s pranks.” Seungcheol says wiping his face with a napkin
  • all you reply with is an innocent smile
  • “I have no idea what you’re talking about…”
  • “Not at all, she and I think alike too much.” Jeonghan laughed before you and him ran outside to avoid getting caught by an annoyed leader-nim
  • “I’ll buy you ramen to celebrate a prank well done.” Jeonghan laughs putting his arm around you and walking to the nearest convenience store
  • pranks are so common, the members give you funny looks when you’re over with Jeonghan
  • “I promise she won’t bite unless I tell her to.” Jeonghan chuckles at them
  • of course pranks between you two are common also
  • you’re always hiding behind doors to the practice room or studio
  • jumping out of your hiding spot onto a surprised Jeonghan
  • and making him carry you to the next room even though it’s like ten feet away
  • or slipping salt into his cola
  • you don’t always get the last laugh though
  • you may be a trickster, but then again so is your soulmate
  • “Y/n come quickly to the practice room, Jeonghan is missing we can’t find him anywhere!”
  • your blood runs cold as you read the text from Joshua
  • you rush to grab your keys
  • you run up the stairs and open the side door leading into the practice room with the keys Jeonghan gave you
  • the practice room is pitch black as you yell for Jeonghan’s name
  • “Yah! Yoon Jeonghan!”
  • the lights suddenly flash on, blinding you temporarily before
  • Jeonghan carries in a cake with candles lit on top, Svt standing a bit behind him
  • but your knees give out and you slide onto the ground
  • “YAH JEONGHAN I THOUGHT SOMETHING REALLY BAD HAPPENED” trying to get your heart to beat again and your lungs to take in oxygen
  • “Really I don’t recall giving you that impression.” He smiles slyly
  • “I got a text from Joshua!”
  • “Wait Jeonghan, I thought you were using my phone because yours is out of battery, y/n I had no idea he was using my phone for evil.” Joshua stated solemnly staring at you, clearly A+ acting skills
  • “Yah! I was right next to you when I sent the text!”
  • “That’s a lie,” Joshua says hiding a smile and winking at you, “I would never conspire against y/n because I’d lose.”
  • Svt is just staring back and forth between you and Jeonghan, like oooooh what’s going to happen?!?
  • you get up once your legs work again
  • “Happy birthday, and blow out the candles and make a wish.” Jeonghan tells you still laughing at his brilliant surprise
  • you huff and blow out the candles
  • “What’d you wish for?” He asks
  • “Funny thing, I think my wish is going to come true… ”
  • “What-”
  • you scoop up some frosting from the cake and hear all of Svt gasp and give whoops as you smear it, giggling, on Jeonghan’s cheek
  • “I wished for the sweet satisfaction of revenge.”
  • the other members of svt are laughing their heads off as Jeonghan gets over his initial shock
  • “You know what they say, if you say your wish aloud, it won’t come true.” He laughs and takes some frosting before smearing it on your nose
  • “Stop wasting cake, what did the cake ever do to you?!?!”
  • Seungkwan screams
  • you and Jeonghan simply laugh in his face
  • until Jeonghan smirks mischievously
  • “That’s what back ups are for!”
  • hidden behind their bags are even more cakes
  • your faces twists into a look of horror and you spin around ready to bolt out the door
  • already knowing what’s going to happen
  • until you feel arms wrapping around your waist tightly, pulling you closer
  • and another person swinging a cake into your face
  • the cake and frosting covering your face before falling onto the ground
  • and you can hear someone running away and the sound of someone saying, “Oh my god.”
  • sarcastically laughing, you wipe cake out of your eyes
  • and scan the members who have all backed away into the corner, stifling their laughter
  • twisting your head around,
  • you come face to face with Jeonghan who still has his arms around your waist
  • barely keeping it together seeing your face covered in cake
  • and seemingly going in for a kiss, you feel his arms slowly start to loosen
  • but you’re faster and ram your cheek on his, getting frosting on his cheek again
  • from his surprise you wiggle out of his grasp and pick up the first cake that was on the floor
  • taking two giant handfuls you turn to Jeonghan -like booooiiiii you picked the wrong day to mess with me and the cake
  • “y/n, babe-” he tries, backing up eyes wide and nervous laughter and stopping as his back comes in contact with a wall
  • until you take a hand smearing it right across his face
  • “Jeonghan, baby” you say fake pouting and giggling
  • as he’s wiping the cake out of his eyes, you turn back to the members,
  • who look ready to bolt out the door
  • those that aren’t rolling around on the ground dying from laughter that is
  • except you’re standing right in front of the only exit
  • “dino-yah who did it” you ask slowly walking towards them
  • “uhhh” he drags on, eyes wandering
  • to one section of the group
  • in fact as you stared at the maknae line one by one, you noticed their eyes wandering too
  • in the direction of woozi, seungcheol, and wonwoo
  • and you’re like woozi? no. wonwoo? nah. seungcheol who’s desperately trying to hide behind mingyu? yep
  • “seungcheol-ssi” you say sing songy, the other members already backing away - “come here~”
  • he can’t back up anymore and as he flinches getting ready,
  • you swipe the cake across his face, in slow motion, just to have even more of an effect
  • he sighs, eyes still closed and flinched, but laughing in defeat “Jeonghan told me too”
  • then an arm gets swung around your shoulder
  • “hey they were all in on it,” Jeonghan says laughing looking down at you
  • he brings up a towel to wipe your face while smiling down at you
  • as the others start helping themselves to the remaining cake and wishing you happy birthday
  • “i know i know” you laugh
  • “it was fun,” you say, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek
  • \and giggling when you have to lick your lips
  • he chuckles and leans down, attempting to to kiss you
  • until your faces get pushed apart
  • by the one and only Joshua Hong
  • trying his best to look serious and not smile
  • “EWWWW” you hear one of the maknae line guys squeal
  • Joshua stares at the both of you scoldingly ever the mom of the group -
  • “no PDA in front of the kids”
  • before you even have time to react, however, Jeonghan quickly presses his lips to yours
  • you can feel the smirk he has on his face
  • when you two step back
  • “Man I was trying to enjoy the cake without having to see that.” some of the dongsaengs say laughing and pointing their forks at the two of you
  • with Jeonghan’s gaze still on you, you turn back to Joshua, who’s just shaking his head and pretending he doesn’t have a smile on his face, and shrug
  • “oops”
  • “Oops, indeed.”
  • which is how you and Jeonghan got put in charge of cleaning up the practice room’s floor
  • cake and frosting just everywhere
  • bringing in the mop
  • you both clean for a total of five minutes
  • before you both plop onto the ground groaning
  • “It’s too much work!” You say laughing
  • “yea why would they do that to you on your birthday?”
  • “Yah then you clean it all, Jeonghan.”
  • “No way you’re just as responsible.”
  • “We should have bribed Mingyu to do it.”
  • the two of you laugh collapsing onto each other already exhausted from the day
  • the mop laying dejected next to the cake mess still left
  • “Happy birthday, y/n.” Jeonghan finally breaks the comfortable silence with
  • “I’m sorry to play a joke on you but I got you didn’t I? You were surprised?”
  • “Of course, I was freaking out haha.”
  • you admit looking up at the ceiling while laying your head down in Jeonghan’s lap
  • his face appears over yours blocking you from seeing the ceiling
  • with both your faces inches apart
  • “As mean as it was, can’t say I didn’t like the thought you were worried about me.” He says giving you a brilliant smile
  • “Don’t do it again.” you say
  • “Mmkay, I won’t make you worry like that ever again.” He says looking down at you
  • “Better promise.” you say pushing his face away from yours to sit up while giggling
  • he grabs your arm to keep you next to him
  • “I promise,” he smiles warmly again, “since I like you a whole lot and it’s your birthday.”
  • you crinkle your nose at him
  • “Oh really?”
  • “Really.”
  • and then his lips are on yours again
  • no cake or frosting could have made the moment sweeter
  • you blush and pull away before he wraps you in his arms
  • “Let’s just stay like this for a bit, I’m tired.”
  • and you both fall asleep on the floor of the practice room, him holding you in his arms
  • until

Originally posted by jeonghney

The Seventeen Soulmate AU Series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||


~ admin jess & seri