are you going to the mall later

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Bonus:

Hello! Sorry i haven’t posted anything but i’m trying to finish a chapter for my fic, but of course, while writing, this popped into my head! I just had to draw it! I don’t know if it’s been done before? 

I spent most of the day at the mall today, my mom made my brother and I go earlie so then we could all have lunch (with my dad too) cause we had to buy some stuff for uni DX! (you know i’ve had the same school bag since eighth grade until now, so it was really sad to pic a new one :c i’ll post a picture of it, it deserves it!) And i took my sketchbook with me and everytime my brother stopped to try on some shoes i would sit down and draw XD

So that’s for now! See you soon! Later tonight maybe! :D

wakeup call | taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Pairing: Taehyung + Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: hi <3 idk if i’ve already requested something on here, but i had this idea and i thought you could write it beautifully bc i love your work <3 the plot is: the reader is bffs with Taehyung and they’re at the mall one day & she sees her ex and just says to Tae “kiss me, I’ll explain later” :) ending is up to you <3너의 일이 너무 좋아!

Warning: Slight use of mature language

Reader’s POV

“Did I seriously have to come?” Taehyung groaned for the -nth time that day, as he trudged behind you carrying most of your shopping bags.

Turning around you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile,“ Who else would besides my best friend?”

Rolling his eyes, he retorted,“ If I knew you were going to use this on me, I never would’ve agreed to be your friend.”

Scoffing you teased,“ Well sir, you’re 12 years late.”

Shaking his head, he laughed and said, motioning to the bags in his hand, “Ok but seriously, who shops for their Christmas presents this late.”

You shot him a glare and said,“ Someone who was too busy with stupid work and projects to even leave her dorm for a week.”

Sighing, he ruffled your hair, cooing,“Was my baby working too hard now…”

Yah, Kim Taehyung.”

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Mafia!Got7 when they think your dead but your just going shopping/ maknae line

Got7 as Mafia members when they can’t find you and think your dead, but your actually just going shopping.

requested ~~


Youngjae:

Finally you had time to buy a new dress! Youngjae and you were planning a big party with his gang and since you wanted to didn’t seem to find a nice dress in your closet, you were now at the shopping mall. It didn’t take long and you found a beautiful, dark blue dress that was exactly your taste. You smiled and walked to the changing room, satisfied that you found something so fast. You tried it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. It didn’t look to bad, hopefully Youngjae would like it too.

You decided to take a picture of the dress and send it to him, so you searched for your phone and unlocked it. But instead of opening the camera you noticed that you had about 5 missed calls. All of them from your boyfriend Youngjae. Suddenly you sighed: You had forgotten to tell him that you were going out. You quickly called him back and he picked up quite fast.

„(Y/N), where the hell are you? Is everything ok? Did someone kidnap you?“

You told him that you were only going shopping and everything was fine. At first you heard nothing, then he talked to someone on the other side of the line.

„Jackson, put that machine gun away. They said the truth, they really didn’t kidnap her. Yugyeom, why are you even fighting with my bread knifes?!!“

You heard disappointed mumbling and you just had to laugh. These boys…

Originally posted by yjarssunshine


Bam Bam:

Bam Bam and you had planned a trip to he beach for ages, especially since he bought a mansion with a private beach last month so that you guys wouldn’t be bothered by his enemies. You were looking forward to it, not just because you liked the ocean but also because you were finally going to spend lots of time with your boyfriend. Ever since he was a part of the mafia, time for each other wasn’t something you had often.

It was two days before the trip when suddenly you facepalmed yourself out of the blue. You had planned this whole trip and considered every little detail, yet you had forgotten to buy yourself a bikini or swimsuit. Nice. Good job, (Y/N), you thought to yourself. But in the end all you could do was go and buy yourself some swimwear. The shopping mall was closing in 2 hours and tomorrow was sunday, so you had to hurry.

There were still lots of people at the mall when you arrived, and you went to your favorite store, not really hurrying anymore. At least you wouldn’t be the only costumer, that was always awkward so you avoided it. You entered the little, cute store and walked to the swimwear section.

4 stores later you finally left the shop with a bag. That hadn’t been as easy as planned, but at least you’d found a nice bikini! You made your way to the exit when suddenly, you felt arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped and tried to punch the stranger, suddenly panicking. You hadn’t even considered the fact that somebody might try to abduct or even kill you. Which wasn’t even offbeat ever since your relationship with Bam Bam went viral.

„Eum, excuse me? I searched the whole city for you, I thought you were dead, finally I found you and know your trying to punch me?“

You sighed in relief when you heard Bam Bams sulky but also amused voice. You wanted to defend yourself, but he interrupted you.

„It’s ok, don’t even bother, jagi. You’ll make it up to me anyways.“

You could basically hear the wink he gave you.

Originally posted by kunpimuak

 Yugyeom:

Today you got up quite early in the morning, so Yugyeom was still asleep. You smiled at his sleeping form. He seemed so inncocent, even cute. But you knew better, neither was he innocent nor was it cute when he was killing his enemies without any effort. But that was the life he chose and you respected that decision. You walked into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, but when you opened the fridge, you frowned. Why was it so… empty? You rolled your eyes. Probably Jin again. That hacker was eating like a beast. Since you didn’t want to wake up Yugyeom, you decided to go to the grocery store. It would only take 10 minutes, no need to leave a message for your boyfriend who was still sleeping like a stone.

You ended up leaving the store about 40 minutes later, since you’d met an old high school friend of yours and wanted to catch up with her a little bit. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers and now you where walking home in quite a good mood.

When you opened the door and went to the kitchen, an unusual scene appeared in front of you. Yugyeom and about 5 of his closest friends where sitting around the kitchen table. Their leather jackets didn’t really seem to fit the colourful flower print on the table cloth. When they saw you, they got silent. Some were watching you with amusement, some seemed to be confused. Yugyeom sighed and closed his eyes.

„There you are. Guys, just leave now. Wait. Jin, put the apple back.“

After all of them left, you sat next to Yugyeom and looked at him with a confused look.

„(Y/N). Please don’t tell me you where just grocery shopping. I think that was the first time I was actually scared.“

He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you. He really must’ve been scared for you, considering the fact that he wasn’t even mad.

„You know, I’m quite hungry now tho. And the plan me and the guys just made was extremely good, so maybe I’ll just blow up the other gang anyways.“

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


 

Oh my god. I got so carried away with these O.o  They basically got little Imagines. I’m sorry X’D

I hope you guys like it anyways~~

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Nct Dream Reaction: When Yuta and Jaehyun have “The Talk™” with NCT Dream

Requested? Yup!

Summary: Yuta/Jaehyun/Yuta and Jaehyun would witness the Dream members’ outward display of affection towards you and in turn decide to prepare them for future intimacy.

Y'all this is long brace yourself. Admin Starburst helped me with most of this so it’s by both of us!!! I hope you don’t mind that I shortened the prompt anon! -admin nine and admin starburst

(In no way is this meant to sexualizes our babies, this is simply out of interest to imagine their reactions to this embarrassing topic I’m sure we’ve all had to discuss.)

Mark!

Jaehyun would find out about Mark’s new relationship when he had introduced you to the members at the NCT dorms. The two of you would be connected at the hip for the entirety of your visit, holding hands and every so often kiss each other’s cheeks. After you left, Jaehyun would try to be a responsible hyung and would sit down with Mark to have “the Talk”. Trying his best not to embarrass Mark, Jaehyun would speak rather quickly about the in’s and out’s (pun intended) of safe sex. Surprisingly, Mark would handle this talk very maturely, yet with slight remorse. Never the less, he would hold on to every word, making sure to remember how to make sex as comfortable and safe as possible if the event ever occurred. He wouldn’t have any ulterior motives other than to make these future intimate moments with you as special as possible.
“So that’s actually how you ‘do it’? Ugh this is so gross why are you teaching me this…”

Originally posted by t-yong

Renjun!

Yuta would be getting coffee at a local café for the hyung line when he spots you and Renjun laughing in one of the corner tables. Enjoying your pleasant conversation with your boyfriend, you reach your hand over the table and grab Renjun’s, putting the back of his hand to your lips and placing a soft, loving kiss upon it. When Yuta encounters Renjun back at the NCT dorms later that night, he would sit him down on his bed, and slowly explain “the birds and the bees”. Renjun’s face would light up at the realization of what was happening, and mentally agreed with himself to get out of this conversation ASAP. With his face bright red, Renjun would continuously shake his head, exclaiming “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Hyung”, quickly exit the room, and rant about his embarrassment later to Chenle.
“CHENLE I CAN’T STOP BLUSHING HELPPPP! Yuta hyung won’t stop talking about dirty things aHHH.”

Originally posted by taeyounq

[ couldn’t find a good gif :(( ]

Jeno!

You and Jeno would be at the mall, shopping for Jaehyun’s birthday present while holding hands. Jaehyun would spot Jeno’s face from across the store and walk over to say hi, just within earshot of hearing what exactly you were going to get him. Knowing the surprise would be ruined if Jaehyun had heard, Jeno hurriedly pulled you into an awkward kiss, startling both you and Jaehyun. He would later drop hints about how fast Jeno and you were moving in the relationship, signaling that he would give him the baby talk soon. To avoid the long, awkward, and embarrassing talk™, Jeno would research scientific facts about sex so he could get it over with as quickly as possible. When the time finally came, Jeno would blurt as many facts as he could, as quickly as he could, and dashed out of the room.
“LOWER CHOLESTEROL BOOSTS SEXUAL PERFORMANCE.”

“IF A FEMALE FERRET DOES NOT HAVE SEX FOR A YEAR, SHE WILL DIE.”

“THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL. BYE!”

Originally posted by princerenjun

Haechan!

You would be teasingly kissing Haechan in front of the NCT 127 members to try and embarrass him. When you were somehow able to pin his hands together so you could successfully kiss him, his face would suddenly turn from embarrassed to stoic, looking at you with slight wonder and affection. After a short pause, Haechan would slowly move his face towards yours hesitantly, as if he was about to kiss you, before he instead gently head-butt your forehead. To see if you were alright and make sure you weren’t mad at him, Haechan would move over to you and plant a sweet kiss on the sore area, whispering (so unintentionally loud that the other members could hear) that he loved you. When Yuta realized that you would be withHaechan for a while, he decided to prepare Haechan for a deeper relationship. Yuta had prepared a small essay to make sure he had covered all the bases about responsible sex before finally confronting Haechan. Before he could truly educate him, Haechan had laughed with a noticeable voice crack, showing his slight discomfort, and explained that Taeyong already talked with him at the beginning of his relationship. Haechan would be slightly condescending, but thankful to Yuta none the less for being a responsible “Dad”.

“HA! Who do you think I am? Jisung? Of course I know what this is, hyung. I’m a mature adult now!”

Originally posted by zeusmayo

(THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE GIFS OF HIM EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN’T REALLY RELATE TO THE REACTION OOPS.)

Jaemin!

Jaemin would be gushing about how adorable you were to Jaehyun. He would rant for hours on end about how perfect and special you were to him. After their third conversation, Jaehyun would grow bored and think of a way to stop the conversation. An imaginary light bulb appeared over his head, and a small sly smile grew on him face. Interrupting Jaemin, Jaehyun began to ask if he knew about the more intimate parts of a relationship. Before Jaehyun could start talking, Jaemin would say he knew all about THAT for a number of years. With Jaehyun’s smile turning into a disappointed frown, Jaemin began the flow of his adoration once more, and continued on throughout the night.

“Hyung, I’ve known about this for years. Anyway so Y/N was so cute today…”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Chenle!

Chenle would have invited you over to the NCT dorms for a dinner and movie date. Unfortunately for him, Jaehyun and Yuta would be hidden in the kitchen, eavesdropping and occasionally butting into your conversations. When they emerged from the kitchen during your dinner date, they had discreetly witnessed your “Lady and the Tramp” moment with Chenle. Right before you could complete this romantic moment with your boyfriend, two extremely high pitched squeals echoed from inside the kitchen walls. Excitedly, after you left, Jaehyun and Yuta would drag in Renjun (from who knows where) and hastily tell him to translate everything they said. Renjun would blush profusely, shyly repeating in Chinese this intimate concept. Chenle would laugh nervously, a big awkward grin on his face. It wouldn’t be too long before Jaehyun and Yuta would talk at the same time, making translating impossible for Renjun. Instead of translating, Renjun and Chenle would talk about mundane topics, trying to erase the massive blush on both their faces.

“So uhh, how do you say ‘Get me out of here’ in Korean again, hyung?”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Jisung!

Jisung would have brought you to watch him and the NCT members’ dance practice for “Black on Black”. During one of their breaks, Jisung would play a romantic song, and invite you to a slow dance. You danced clumsily, every so often moving your foot the wrong direction and collide with his. Jisung’s loving smile would turn into embarrassment once the other members began to coo at their maknae’s cuteness. Later that week Jaehyun would show Jisung a rather detailed PowerPoint. Jisung would be so flustered that he would shut down his ears, staring at the ceiling blankly in horror. When Jaehyun asked if he understood the basics, Jisung would nod his head quickly and walk out of the room, bumping into things every so often.

“Thank you for the, uh, interesting conversation, but I think I’m just going to go now.”

Originally posted by haechannie

“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”

“Seven.”

“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.

-

A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”

Daddy

Isaac Lahey x female reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Can You Write Hardcore Isaac Smut But Make It Long??? I’ve Seen What U Write & It Is All Great But Too Short.”

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Daddy!Kink, public sex, public teasing, and language.

  On a Friday afternoon school was the last place I wanted to be. It wasn’t even second period and I already want to go home.

  Lydia Martin, my best friend, came running up to me. “Y/N/N! –I can’t run in these heels–Do you wanna go shopping? Allison and I don’t want to sit in class.”

  I sighed. “Yes! Oh, my god, yes! I have to go tell the hubby first.”

  “We’ll go with you.” Allison smiled.

  The three of us walked to the group  of boys by Scott’s locker. I walked closer to Isaac, and he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my hip.

 “Psst.” I whispered, trying to get my boyfriend’s attention.

   Isaac ignored me and continued with his conversation with Scott and Stiles. I huffed and tried again.

  “Isaac?” Nothing.

  “Babyyyy?” I said, sing-song. Still nothing.

  I turned to the girls. Allison egged me on and Lydia shrugged her shoulders, letting me know that she was out of ideas.

  A lightbulb went off in my head. I looked between my boyfriend and the other two of my friends that he was so caught up in talking to.

  I cleared my throat. “Daddyyy?” I asked innocently.

  Isaac choked on his words mid-sentence and Scott and Stiles both looked bewildered and hung their mouths open.

  Lydia and Allison giggled behind me. Isaac turned to me.

  “Uh–I–Yes, princess?”

  I moved so that I was standing in front of him. I reached my right hand out and grabbed a handful of what was sitting in the front of his jeans. I squeezed his crotch gently and inconspicuously.

  “I just wanted you to know that Allison, Lydia, and I are going to go shopping for a little while.”

  My boyfriend nodded. ‘Uh, shopping, fuck–okay. Sounds fun.”

  I let go and smiled. “Okie dokie, then. We’ll see you boys in a couple of hours. I love you.”

  “I love you, more. Hey, wait, do I not get a kiss?”

  I smiled and pulled Isaac’s head closer to my head. He leaned a little further to whisper in my ear. “Daddy’s gonna get you back for that later, baby. You better be ready for it.”

  Isaac kissed my lips and I kissed back,  still a little stunned by his comment.

“Okay, Y/N! If we don’t get moving we won’t have time to shop, come onnnnn.” Allison and Lydia took a hold of my hands and took me to Lydia’s car.

  At Lydia’s car, we all threw out ideas on where we were planning on going. “Sooooo, I figured that we could go to the mall so that we can eat and shop. But I’m down for whatever, but we have to be back before last period; Y/N and I have a test that we can’t miss.” Allison chimed while buckling her seatbelt.

  The three of us girls all agreed that we should go to the mall, and Lydia started to drive off in that direction.

  After a minute or two, Allison spoke from the backseat again. “I have a feeling that Scott likes this freshman girl in our Chem class, but I’m not sure.”

   The only way that my brain would let me respond was with loud and obnoxious laughter form the passenger seat. “You thi-HAHAHAHA-Scott and some freshman-HAHAHAHA! I’m-I’m sorry, Alli, it isn’t that funny.”

  Lydia snickered from the drivers seat as she turned the corner and drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot. “I mean, it is kinda funny.” Allison smiled.

  “Babe, I’m gonna fuck you up with some truth, okay? Scott would never in a million years leave you. He stuck with you when he found out your family are all a bunch of hunters, and he isn’t gonna leave for some freshman girl in your chemistry class. He loves you. You’re special to him.”

  Lydia’s breaks squeaked as she pulled into the parking space. “Oh, and he knows that Y/N would rip his ass to shreds.” She added.

   "With my teeth.“ I say and push my werewolf canines out to add to the comment.

  Allison smiled and said thank you. The three of us got out of the car and started to the main entrance of the mall.

  "Where to first?” Lydia asked as she looked around her.

  Allison and I also looked around. Seconds later, we all pointed at the Victoria’s Secret store.

  “I don’t know why I come in here anymore.” Allison laughed while she searched through the lace thongs.

  “What do you mean?” Lydia asked her.

  “Scott and I almost always get caught when we try to have sex, so I’m not totally sure that it really matters what I wear.”

  Lydia and I nodded. “Stiles can’t even keep it together long enough to see what I’m wearing, so I honestly get it.”

  I kind of just shrugged. “I’m really not sure that Isaac even cares what I wear soooo.”

  Lydia started yo laugh at me. “Hmmm, I thought it was "daddy”. Is that not what you called him in the hall at school today? Allison, wasn’t that what she called him?“

  Allison put a hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I do recall Y/N calling Isaac "daddy” today.“

  I let out a loud laugh at my two best friends. "Oh, my god! I swear no one was supposed to find out that I call him that!”

  “It isn’t such a secret now, is it, babe?” I whipped around to see my tall, blonde boyfriend standing behind me with his arms crossed.

  My cheeks and ears started to feel hot. “I–uh—What are you boys doing here?” I stuttered out and acknowledged the other boys too.

  “Scott was hungry and wanted chinese food. And I was hungry too; But not really for food.”

  Scott waved. “And this was the closest place to the school to get chinese.”

  Lydia turned her head. “Um, isn’t there a Panda Express near the school though?”

  “Well, yes, but Isaac said he was hungry, but like, not for food, so I made a joke and next thing that I know we were heading to the mall so that Isaac could…you know…” Stiles winked at me.

  I rolled my eyes and walked off. “Y'all are acting like a bunch of eighth graders.”

  I walked to the food court with Isaac walking by my side, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at me. I slumped down in my chair and rubbed my head.

  “Ughhhhh.” I groaned.

  “Awe, baby, don’t be so embarassed. It isn’t that bad.”

  I gave my boyfriend a sidways look. “Okay, alright, maybe I overstepped a line. I love you, though. Like, with all my heart.” Isaac pursed his lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, and leaned in anyway.

  The kiss started out as soft and sweet, but it quickly changed to something very dirty. Isaac smirked into it and trailed his hand up to my covered sex.

  I gasped a little and ground onto his hand harder. Isaac’s touch got rougher and the kiss got even more heated.

  “Say my name, Y/N. Go ahead.” Isaac kissed me harder.

  It completely slipped my mind that we were in public. But I pulled my lips from his and moaned out his name. “Fuck, Isaac….”

  Isaac made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise at me and dew away from my lips completely. “Now, Y/N, that isn’t the name i was talking about. You can say it in public.”

  Isaac ran his thumb across my bottom lip and flashed his gold eyes at me. He touched me harder and I moaned a little louder than I should have, considering that we were in public. “Daddy…oh, fuck.”

 Isaac smirked at my reaction; Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles all sat down around us. “Okay, so where are we gonna eat? I reallllly want a cheeseburger. Boys what do you–Isaac, can you stop devouring my best friend so that we can figure out what she’s getting?” Lydia asked.

  “Getting some dick.” Stiles snorted.

  Even Scott shook his head at his best friend. I gasped smally as I felt the knot in my lower abdomen tighten near release.

  “I’m gonna get a cheeseburger or something. It just sounds good.” I informed.

  Scott stood up. “Welp, I still want chinese sooooo.” He walked off to get his food.

  The rest followed, but I held Isaac down for just a second longer. I bit hy lip and panted a little bit, until I felt a wave of pleasure pulse through my body. Isaac caught on to what just happened and smirked at me.

  “Do you feel better, babygirl? did you like how daddy was touching you?”

  I took a few deep breaths before I stood out of my chair and extended a hand to Isaac. “Yes, and, yes.” I smiled.

  Isaac took my hand and walked with me to stand in the line with Lydia. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood a few meters away from us, getting their food.

  “Whatcha getting, babe?” Lydia asked me.

  I looked at the menu above my head and thought. “Ummmm, I’m not really sure yet. I, what are you getting?”

  “Hmm, that’s a very hard decision, Y/N.”  I grinned as Isaac pushed into me. I could smell his arousal, and I know for a fact he can smell mine. It took everything that I had not to throw him on a table and ride him like a fucking horse.

  “Y/NNNNNNN…I realllllly need to cum. But, like, preferably inside of you. Please, babygirl? Daddy needs it.”

  That was all it took for me. I touched Lydia’s shoulder. “I’m going to show the hubby something because he doesn’t listen. I’ll be right back.” I lied.

  Lydia seemed to believe me. “Go prove  him wrong, girl!”

  I pushed Isaac toward the nearest unisex bathroom and dragged him inside. I removed his grey v-neck from his body, and then got started on his belt. I threw it somewhere behind me and heard  it clang against the linolium floor. The next thing I got rid of were his pants.

  I dropped down to my knees and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. With as much pent-up arousal I had, I wasn’t really in the mood to tease. I was in the mood to get laid.

  I savored the salty-sweet taste of Isaac’s pre cum on my tounge and the sensation of his hand reaching to the back of my loose hair, and pulling it into a makeshift “ponytail” with his one hand.

  I lifted my eyes to look at Isaac. He had a smirk on his face while he tossled his blonde hair.

  “Oh, fuck, Y/N. You look so damn beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that. Oh, yeah! Fuck!”

  I hummed as I felt his tip touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. “Why are you so good a sucking me off, princess? Fuck, it’s a blessing”

  I took him out of my mouth and pumped his shaft still. “I just want to please you.”

  Isaac pulled me up from my knees by my hair. He took my shirt and my shorts off.

  He licked his lips and said, “I never get tired of looking at your body. You are so damn beautiful. But now,” Isaac bent me over the sink, and I hissed at the contact of the cold metal on my breasts. “I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy, and you are going to scream loud enough that everyone in this mall knows who is making you cum, and who is the only person who can make you cum.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Isaac rubbed his wet cock head over my dripping wet entrance. Seconds later I felt his dick enter me and stretch me out.

  “Fuck!” I squealed as Isaac hit my g-spot the first time.

  By the pace of his thrusts already, I would say that he was not in the mood to go slower than he needed to. And I certainly am not complaining.

  Isaac slid his cock in and out of my pussy, stretching me out beautifully and hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

  “C'mon, Y/N. It’s okay to scream. Matter of fact, I want you to.” Isaac thrust harder into me.

  I could barely open my eyes from how much pleasure I was getting from my boyfriends thrusts, but I somehow managed to get a scream to run through my lungs and out my throat. “Oh, yes! Ah, daddy, harder! Harder, please!” I pushed my hips into Isaac’s thrusts.

  Isaac placed on hand on the mirror and gripped my hip with the other. I let go of every noise that came out of me. I didn’t have the power to hide a single one.

  “God, Y/N, You take my cock so well, oh, yeah….Who is daddy’s little slut? Huh?” Isaac began to thrust deeper into me, my release threatening to explode.

  “I’m your little slut, daddy. Please–fuck–please, let me cum.”

  I felt Isaac’s cock pulse inside of me, so I knew he was close too. “Since you asked oh so nicely, baby, yes, you can cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me baby.”

  That was all it took for me to let go. I came and screamed “daddy” at the top of my lungs. It actually made my throat a little sore. I felt Isaac cum too, his seed dripping down my leg.

  Isaac gave my ass a squeeze as we got dressed. “Now, let’s go get all kinds of dirty looks from people outside waiting for the bathroom.”

  We shared a laugh and walked out of the bathroom with post-sex hair, and couldn’t contain any of our laughter.

RFA; jealous Mc

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YOOSUNG

  • You overhear him talking on the mic, while you were decorating your office space with Polaroid pictures on the wall.
  • “Let me get your number!” You hear Yoosung say, as he quickly grabs his phone and inputs the number
  • Is that a girl he’s talking to?
  • Maybe
  • Probably
  • WhY
  • calm down, mc
  • “When are you available?” Yoosung asks through the mic.
  • You feel a grip on you chest.
  • While you were lost in your thoughts, Yoosung was fixing up his stuff, getting ready to meet up with this person.
  • “I’ll see you later.” Yoosung leaves, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
  • You then rush and put on your black dress, black sneakers and rush off to the mall, where Yoosung mentioned he was going to.
  • You spot Yoosung at this ice cream shop, waiting for someone.
  • Then, out of fucking nowhere, this girl comes and sits in front of him.
  • You rush home, and the rain starts pouring.
  • You get to the front of your house, and you realize
  • fuck
  • really?
  • You left your keys inside.
  • You couldn’t help but join the rain, and start crying.The tears fell off your face, along with the rain. Your hair was everywhere. So were your emotions.
  • After a few minuets, Yoosung comes back, getting out of the taxi, he rushes towards you.
  • “MC? What are you doing out here?” He asks you worried. He then carries you, unlocks the door and puts you down on the kitchen counter. He, like flash, gets you a towel. He helps you dry up, then starts heating water to make you hot chocolate.
  • “Are you going to tell me why you were out there?
  • You avoid looking at him, instead looking at the floor.
  • “I like your dress.” He says, stirring the mug of your hot chocolate. “I saw someone at the mall, wearing the exact thing, the same beautiful hair, the same sparkling eyes. Except, she wasn’t wearing the smile you wear.” He cups your cheek.
  • “Who was the girl you were with awhile ago?” You finally get the courage to ask
  • “Samantha.” He answers. “She plays LOLOL. I managed to save her in a battle and she wanted to treat me as a thank you.“ Your tears started flowing like a waterfall.
  • Yoosung hugs you tight. “Princess, she’s gay. She introduced me to her girlfriend when you left.”
  • You apologize. He kisses you and says sorry for not telling you.

JAEHEE

  • You had nothing to do at home, so you decide to go the Jumin’s office and help Jaehee organize some documents.
  • You were telling her all about the lunch you had where you messed up the recipe and almost burned down your apartment.
  • She was smiling.
  • Then some dude calls Jumin and Jaehee to a meeting.
  • “What is this about?” Jaehee asks Jumin.
  • “I have no idea.” Jumin says, walking out.
  • “I’ll see you in awhile pumpkin.” Jaehee says, rushing to Jumin.
  • I miss Jaehee already, you told yourself.
  • I’m going to bring her home
  • And dominate her
  • And cooking her dinner
  • You were always insecure and anxious that Jaehee would leave you, since she was always meeting with different people, while you were finishing school.
  • The meeting finishes and everyone comes rushing out like ants.
  • You want for Jaehee’s arrival.
  • Jumin, you could see in a distance, talking to Mr. Chairman.
  • But you couldn’t find Jaehee anywhere.
  • You continue organizing the documents, and suddenly, Jaehee arrives.
  • finally
  • “Jae-” Before you finish your sentence, this hot ass lady comes inside.
  • She was following Jaehee.
  • This lady
  • In a really short dress
  • Really pretty make up
  • Classy shoes
  • Was getting your girlfriend’s number.
  • you grow quiet and leave the room.
  • Jaehee recited the number as the pretty lady wrote it down a piece of paper.
  • She leaves, giving Jaehee a smile.
  • You make your way to the lounge, where you bought an iced tea and sat on the floor.
  • You give Jaehee the look as she approaches you.
  • “I love you with all my heart, she is getting my number to contact Mr. Han about the new project.” She drops to her knees, infront of you, sitting on the floor.
  • “I’m sorry.” You say, as she gives you a peck on the lips.

ZEN

  • You never really got used to Zen always being surrounded by girls.
  • But you understood and accepted it.
  • Zen brought you to one of his meet and greets.
  • The crew asked you to help with documentary, and take pictures. You took your camera and took pictures of the event set up while they haven’t open the doors yet.
  • Zen was getting ready and talking to some of the staff members.
  • You point the camera at him as he was just walking alone, reading something on his phone.
  • “Zen!” You call out, and he couldn’t help but smile as he turns to you.
  • You click the button and it shutters, taking a picture of your
  • beast
  • angel
  • The event starts and there’s a super long line all the way outside. They were all wearing his merch and clothes with his face, they had posters for him to sign and gifts to give him.
  • He was famous.
  • You took alot of pictures
  • of zen
  • of the event, the fans, the staff being cute and all.
  • Then you decide to rest, since this was taking forever. You left your bag at the table, where Zen was meeting people.
  • You get your water bottle from your bag and take a drink.
  • Zen peeps a smile at you. And you smile back.
  • Maybe i should line up too.
  • You just watch him happily meet all his fans, which made you smile, seeing him happy.
  • Then this girl comes, and Zen’s eyes grow big.
  • “Hey.” She says.
  • “Han? Is that you?” His confused face brings a smile.
  • Who was she? you asked yourself.
  • A small girl comes from behind the lady’s legs. And Zen carries her. They take a picture together. And he gives the lady a hug, and the kid a kiss.
  • After that, your mood instantly changed.
  • Moody bitch
  • The meet and greet ended, and everyone was taking a break before having to set up for tomorrow’s event.
  • The crew had food delivered, and everyone was chill.
  • You were pretty moody with Zen, since he didn’t tell you about whoever she was.
  • You go outside to get some air, and Zen follows you.You were ignoring him though.
  • “MC? Why are you ignoring me?” You try to keep walking and ignore him in th2e cold air of the night.
  • “MC.” He finally gets to you, grabbing your arm.
  • “Who was she?” You say, with watery eyes.
  • “My ex-girlfriend.” He sighs. “She told me she was coming with her daughter.”
  • You pull your arm to yourself, away from Zen.
  • “We aren’t anything anymore. I love you, and you only.” He says, looking at you with truthful, sparkling eyes.
  • But youre a moody bitch and you run away
  • tears running down your face as you run away, no idea where you’re going

707

  • “We’re going to a party!” Seven comes out of the room, running towards you.
  • He was pretty excited
  • You were already ready, wearing jeans and a pretty blouse.
  • He was wearing those light brown shorts, along with a nice collared shirt, which he wore a jacket over
  • “MC?” He whispers. You lean towards him to listen to whatever bullshit he has to say.
  • “Look at me.” He says, you turn and he gives you a big kiss.
  • “Seven!” You pull away out of embarrassment.
  • He smiles at you. That bright smile.
  • Your friend pulls you into this game, where you pass the card with your lips, as if your kissing the next player, except, there’s a card in between your lips.
  • You and Seven sit down. He was sitting next to this girl, and you were sitting next to your friend.
  • The card was held by the lips of the girl next to Seven.
  • BEING IN THE GAME
  • YOU THOUGHT THE CARD
  • WAS GOING TO BE PASSED
  • The girl blows away the card and presses her lips against Seven’s.
  • Seven pulls away instantly, while you leave the room instantly, you go outside to the garden to get air.
  • Shit.
  • SHE IS GONNA GET IT
  • BITCH FEEL MY WRATH
  • Seven follows you, with a cup of water.
  • “Here.” He hands you the cup, which you aggressively accept.
  • “It didn’t mean anything. She went for it.” He said.
  • “I know.” You sigh.
  • “Did ya get jealous?” He asks, laughing.
  • You give him the fuck you look.
  • “You’re the cutest.” He smiles, softly pulling your face into a kiss.
  • Oh boy he felt that kiss
  • It was long
  • Like him
  • Fuck just kidding
  • I am a sinner
  • “Why don’t we just go home?” He breaks the kiss, smiling at you. You nod, and you both leave.

JUMIN

  • Jumin came home to his apartment while you were cooking dinner.
  • “Good evening, kitten.” He says kissing your cheek then grabbing a glass of water.
  • “I’m making pasta.” You smile.
  • “Smells great.” He replies. “I’m going to take a shower.”
  • He drops his bag and phone on the table.
  • You finish cooking and setting the table, and Jumin wasn’t done yet.
  • His phone started ringing.
  • “Jumin! Your phone is ringing!” You shout out.
  • no response
  • Okay…
  • Jumin comes out in a gray shirt and boxers, quickly taking his phone and answering it.
  • mkay.
  • He comes back and sits infront of you, then sighs,
  • “Everything okay?” You asks as you pour yourself a glass of water.
  • “Father has made plans for another blind date as a possible wife.”
  • ah okay
  • you feel a heavy weight on your chest.
  • “Okay, well. What do you feel?” You ask, trying to keep your cool.
  • “Nothing.” he says blankly, then starts eating.
  • You finish dinner without a single word after that.
  • You slept in the living room, not wanting to be in the same room as him at the moment. He didn’t mind.
  • why didn’t he mind
  • does he not love me anymore?
  • your thoughts consumed you as you slept.
  • You woke up in the middle of the night, having a panic attack.
  • You didn’t know what to do.
  • You try to go back to sleep, but end up thinking about it until sunrise.
  • You make pancakes for breakfast, it was Jumin’s day off today.
  • I can spend time with him
  • You thought.
  • Jumin comes out, casually dressed.
  • “Heading out?” You ask.
  • “I’m eating breakfast with the blind date girl.” He says, grabbing his keys, phone and leaving.
  • maybe he doesn’t love me anymore?
  • You hated yourself for thinking that way, so you eat your breakfast alone.
  • You didnt want to be a burden, you fix up your clothes and stuff, arranging them in a suitcase. Jumin was out the whole day, it was already 5 in the afternoon when you finished everything and finally poured your heart into a letter.
  • Maybe you were overthinking a little.
  • You made your way back to your old apartment.
  • While you were settling in, Jumin had everyone searching for you.
  • At around 1 in the morning, you still couldn’t sleep, someone knocks on your door.
  • You peep at the hole and see Jumin, looking worried.
  • AH YOU WERE A FUCKING MESS WHAT NOW
  • You try to wipe the tears off your face and open the door. His eyes grow big and he runs into you, hugging you tightly. You felt his warm embrace again. There he stood, with you in between arms, close to his chest.
  • “I’m sorry.” You say as the tears finally start flowing out your eyes.
  • “No, I’m sorry. Father forced me. I didn’t tell you. I let you sleep outside the room. I let you eat alone. I let you go for fuck’s sake.” He held you closer.
  • “I’m never going to let that happen, ever again.” He looks into you eyes and kisses you.

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dank-trash  asked:

Do you know how long I was with my boyfriend, the gryffindor one. 3 whole years. I caught him cheating on me, so the first thing I immediately thought of was, call up all my HP girls, were going to play bowling and plot on how to murder someone tonight. Then like three weeks later I saw him with the girl he cheated on with and I was like, "MmmmHmmmmm, that's right bitch just like in the alphabet I come before U." I shouted that across the mall. I feel bad, but at the same time not really.

YOU USED A SSS TO YELL AT A CHEATING BOYFRIEND YOU ARE MY HERO

A Valentine's Day Tale

Was supposed to be main PTA Sanders but ended up being Prinxiety centred. Sorry.

Anyway, to the fic

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Flowers.

Chocolate.

Games.

Puppy.

Kitty.

Logic growled deeply as he stared at his phone, going through the list for the tenth time that week. Valentine’s Day was coming again and until that week, he had been feeling like that was his year. That he would rock the day with a wonderful present and a date that would forever stay in Morality’s head. And he would like it so much they would do it again, and again, until they started dating, and the dating lead on to copulation and then marriage, probably.

Okay, maybe Anxiety had been right when saying that was basically The Sims but… Logic knew no other way on how things could go. Besides, he didn’t even know if personas like him and Morality could even copulate. Or marry. But that was beyond the point.

Beyond the point because if he didn’t find the perfect gift in time, he would t even find out if it was possible or not.

“Forget the chocolate”

“Go with the flowers”

Logic jumped up in the air when he heard the other two speaking, Anxiety and Prince materialising next to him out of nowhere. He could only wish he knew how to do that. He was the one that least popped in in Thomas’ life and did it even less when it came to the others.

“Flowers?” Anxiety complained, raising his eyebrow and making a disgusted face. “So predictable”

“What do you suggest? You know Logic hates dogs” Prince said, hands on his waist, and Logic raised his hand to intervene, but neither of them were paying attention.

“A game, brilliant minded. A game” Anxiety complained, rolling his eyes. “We all know dad is a child when it comes to board games”

“He does not understand video games, that’s for sure” Prince agreed. “But he’s a child for everything really. Unless he’s giving a lesson”

“Oh, he gives you lessons now?” Anxiety asked, a wide smirk on his face, and Prince blushed before groaning in anger.

“You are the most perverted minded person in this household.” He growled, and then rubbed his eyes. “Why do you have to be creative in the worst way?”

“At least I’m creative. I’m not thinking about giving chocolate and flowers to my probable date on Valentine’s Day, right Logic?” The dark persona teased, still smirking. Only then Logic received the attention back on him and he sighed.

“I am not going to start a discussion with the two of you. This is the information I collected through the weeks of careful observation. There is nothing else” he said, fixing his glasses, but Anxiety rolled his eyes, annoyed.

“He needs a watch. Dad has been asking the time for all of us at least three times a day. He doesn’t have a watch. Give one to him” he said, and Logic’s eyes widened.

“How do you…”

“I pay closer attention than you think” Anxiety assured, and then shrugged. “Thank me later”

“It is a great idea” Prince agreed, and Logic smiled a bit, nodding to himself.

“Yes. Good idea” he said, biting his lip. “Now all I have to do is go out and buy the clock. Thanks!” He got up, grabbing his coat and rushing out of the door straight to the mall. “And good date!”

He was too fast to see how both sides blushed before they headed off to their own rooms.


“Prince! Anxiety!” Morality called from his room just before they could enter their own. The two personas looked at each other before walking slowly to the father’s room, getting inside to see him on the bed surrounded by paper, glue, paint, scissors and glitter. He looked up as they entered, smiling. “Hey!”

“What are you doing here?” Prince asked, a smile growing on his face. “Is this…”

“Yes. I’m making a picture book” Morality said, biting his lip. “But it’s coming harder than I thought. Could you help?”

“Are you giving that to Logic?” Anxiety asked, and the father nodded happily. “Well then you can put it in the fireplace, because he will hate it”

“Anxiety!” Prince complained, as Morality’s face fell.

“What?!” The dark persona replied. “You know I’m right. You should just buy a book about weird facts. Or any book at all. Making a picture book is a waste of time. It’s Logic. He won’t even lie saying he like it. He’s not that sensitive”

“B-but” Morality mumbled, voice breaking slightly, and Prince shushed him, shaking his head.

“Don’t listen to ruin-mood over there. He will love it! I know it. Do you need any help?” He asked, and the father sniffled, rubbing his slightly teary eyes.

“N-no. Anxiety is right. I’ll just buy a random book or whatever” he mumbled, standing up and walking inside his bathroom, leaving Prince and Anxiety alone. The royal stared at the other angrily, but Anxiety just shrugged.

“I am hurting him so he isn’t hurt by his affection”

“You’re just going up in my list, Anxiety” Prince said angrily, standing up from the bed and walking to him. “You don’t know if Logic would like it or not”

“Yes I do. I know how Logic works. He would even say he liked it, but he would lock it up in his closet and never see it again” he shrugged, walking out of the room and being followed by the royal. “Besides, that’s my duty: make sure no one embarrass themselves.”

“Your duty is making people feel bad about what they love” Prince said, coldly. Anxiety felt his chest tighten and looked at Prince angrily.

“Oh what now? That’s how I work. I can’t just be nice to everyone like you can!” He said, clearly offended and upset. “Besides, they love each other already! It’s not like they can’t just give each other a kiss and be done for”

“Damn it Anxiety, for someone that cares so much about doing everything right so there is no embarrassment involved, how can you not see that giving gifts is just as important as declaring your love for someone!” Prince said, outraged. “It’s a demonstration of how much you care about someone. Bought or handmade, expensive or cheap, good or bad, it matters not! The fact that you remembered is all that matters when the person really loves you. Obvious that Logic would prefer an encyclopaedia instead of a handmade picture book, but he would have loved it just the same. And even though you convinced Logic against the puppy or the flowers, Morality would have loved any of those just the same as a clock. You claim to know everything better than everyone because you’re scared of trying and failing, and I get it. But don’t push your fears into others. Specially those two. They deserve each other” Prince said, angrily, taking Anxiety by surprise. “Now I will try to convince Morality to make the book and you stay out of it”

As Prince left, Anxiety started to rethink what he had done, and suddenly the images came to him. The future, good and bad, in all options. The flowers, chocolate, puppy, kitten, book, encyclopaedia. And suddenly, nothing mattered anymore, because in the end, the two were always finishing up together, happier or sadder, but always in love.

‘More glitter!’ He heard Prince saying, and Morality giggles, and he sighed, walking to his room. He hated Valentine’s Day, he hated being wrong, he hated Prince being right, and he hated feeling weak like he was.

And as he entered his room, he stared at the fantasy book in his shelf, standing out from everything else, with a golden cover that shone, the present he had bough to give Prince. Now, it was no use. Prince would never want it.

He laid down on his bed and covered himself up, closing his eyes.

Sleep until the sun went away, for sure.


Prince hadn’t seen Anxiety all day, but now it was night and he was sitting on the stairs, excitedly waiting for Logic’s arrival so he could see the interactions between him and Morality. The father was waiting for the teacher on the couch, holding the handmade book and bouquet of fake flowers. He looked nervous, but happy, his feet moving to calm himself down.

Prince’s eyes widened when the door opened, and Morality jumped up, grinning widely. Then, his eyes widened as well, and Prince frowned, not being able to see Logic because of the location of the door. Morality let the bouquet and the book fall and he rushed out, bringing a soaked up Logic inside.

Only then Prince realised it was raining.

“I think I have a cold” Logic mumbled, completely soaked, and Morality shushed him, sitting him down on the couch.

“Worry not. I’ll grab some towels and make some tea” he said, taking out Logic’s tie and looking up at Prince, who in a jump rushed upstairs to Logic’s room, grabbing three towels and dry clothes before going down again.

“Here” he said, and Morality smiled, taking the clothes and towels as Logic removed his shirt and pants and was quickly wrapped around towels and dried by the father.

“What were you thinking? The time girl said it would rain in the evening” Morality said, and Logic sighed after sneezing.

“I forgot… I had to buy your present” he said, and Morality’s eyes widened. That was Prince’s cue to walk away slowly, returning to the stairs, only to realise that he wasn’t alone now. Anxiety was there as well, watching.

“Present? What present?” The father asked, and the teacher chuckled quietly.

“Your valentine present. I wanted to be your valentine, but everything went terribly wrong” he said, and then removed a case from the pants on the ground. “I saved the present, though. But the roses were destroyed”

“Oh…” Morality mumbled, taking the box and opening it. He smiled widely, taking the black clock out and giggling as he put it around his wrist. “It’s beautiful. Thank you”

“Welcome” Logic mumbled, drying his hair as Morality grabbed the book and the flowers from the floor. “What’s that?”

“Your Valentine’s Day present” he said, and Logic stared at him surprised before taking the presents in his hands and smiling shyly.

“Is this a picture book?” Logic asked, raising an eyebrow, and Morality nodded, looking at the ground. “And fake flowers?”

“Well yeah… I don’t know if you would like it but…” He started, but Logic shook his head and grinned.

“I loved it” he said, and Morality squealed contently before hugging the other tight. “Wait! I’m all wet!”

“I don’t care” the father giggled, kneeling down between Logic’s legs and grinning at him. “Will you be my valentine?”

“I already am” Logic said, rolling his eyes, and before he could react, Morality wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard, making Logic put his hand on the father’s waist out of instinct but quickly respond to the kiss, pulling him closer and forgetting about the fact that he was wrapped in towels while not wearing much.

Prince smiled as the two realised that, Logic blushing deeply and Morality laughing, and he then sighed romantically.

“You were right after all” anxiety muttered next to him, and Prince raised one eyebrow, looking at the persona next to him.

“Well it’s not everyday that I listen that” he said, but Anxiety just sighed, looking away. “Hey. I am sorry too. I didn’t mean to let it all out like that”

“No, you were right” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I was being an asshole, as usual. I should have just let them be”

“Oh shush it you. No time for self pity” Prince said, and then slowly took a small box from his pocket. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jason toddler” he teased, giving it to Anxiety, making his eyes widen. “I really liked that nickname”

“I see…” Anxiety muttered, taking the box and opening it slowly, before a small smile creeped up his lips. “Eyeshadow? Really Roman?”

“You never call me by my name” Prince gasped, and smirked. “Does that mean you like me now?”

“Nah” Anxiety said, and then sighed, taking out the book from behind him. “I bought something for you too”

“Is this a fantasy book?” Prince asked, eyes wide as he took the book in hands and opened it. “It’s the fantasy book…”

“Well I…” Anxiety muttered, but Prince shook his head, leaning forward and giving him a tight hug.

“I loved it. Thank you” he said, smiling widely and pulling back, only to be held by Anxiety, the dark persona holding onto his clothes. “Anxiety..?”

No more could have been said. Anxiety swallowed his pride and his fears and moved in, pressing his lips to Prince’s in a quick, chaste kiss - very unlike Morality’s - before jumping up and rushing upstairs to his room, leaving a confused, blushing prince behind.

“Geez Prince, the bell really rang in your midnight ball” Morality said, smiling from under the stairs, while Logic chuckled.

“Your carriage finally became pumpkin hun? How are you feeling?” Logic asked, and Prince stared at them confused and embarrassed.

“What just happened?” He asked, shakily, and the other two chuckled deeply.

“Your date just ran away to, let me quote, 'hide under the covers until the sun goes away’” Logic said, smiling in the most relaxed way Prince had ever seen.

“And you should go after him” Morality nodded, grinning. “Because that’s what good dates do”

“I… Well…” Prince mumbled, and then stood up. “Okay” he took a deep breath. “Good night for you two”

“Thanks!” Morality smiled.

“We will” Logic assured, smiling, and Prince smiled back, before rushing up to Anxiety’s room, knocking on the door.

“Go away Ana” Anxiety growled from inside, and Prince couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, still holding the book that was given to him.

“I don’t want to build a snowman, Ann” he said, rolling his eyes and then looking at the door handle. “It’s not locked. You don’t have a lock”

“Well then come in uninvited. We have already discussed the whole consent thing” anxiety replied, but Prince only smirked.

“I didn’t consent for the kiss you gave me” he teased, and Anxiety growled, making him giggle as he opened the door. “Really though, no harm done” he said as he entered the dark room. In the bed, there was a lump under the covers, and Prince closed the door before walking to the bed and sitting next to the lump. “Talk to me Ann”

“I’m mute, like Ariel” Anxiety mumbled, shuffling away from Prince. “Leave me alone”

“Learn sign language. I know it” Prince said, and then slowly moved one hand up to the covers, pulling them down slowly to reveal a very shaken Anxiety, blushing deeply with tears on his eyes. The royal frowned, worried, and stared at him. “Ann, why are you crying?”

“I’m not” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and destroying his make up. His voice was even for someone as upset as him. “What do you want?”

“Talk, perhaps? You did kiss me down there you know? I wasn’t expecting that” he said, smiling, but Anxiety just huffed.

“I wasn’t expecting a valentine gift either and here we are” he mumbled, and Prince sighed before laying down next to Anxiety and placing his hand on the other’s waist, over the blankets. Anxiety froze at the touch, before making himself relax. “Prince, what are you doing?”

“Well… What I should have done long ago, I guess” he said, before moving a bit closer and pressing their noses together. “Happy Valerinetine’s Day” he teased, before moving forward and kissing Anxiety, pulling him closer by his waist and wrapping the arm around him.

Anxiety took no second to answer the kiss, pressing closer and kissing back while putting his hands over Prince’s cheek, his body melting at the contact.


“Well, everything worked out in the end” Logic said, his arm around Morality’s waist as they watched them through a small crack on the door. Morality nodded, grinning, and turned to his date, who was now dressed up again in his usual attire.

“Let’s make dinner” he said, grabbing Logic’s hand and pulling him downstairs with a giggle.

Welp, Valentine’s Day for the win, he guessed.

Our experience at Dashcon 2014

I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I actually want to talk about our Dashcon experience.  If you know us IRL you’ll know that my wife and I recently went on a trip to Canada/Chicago purely to attend Dashcon.  And following what happened with the convention, I was in two minds.  Do we simply wash our hands of the whole situation, or do we talk about what happened?

Given that my wife received an anonymous message on her blog telling her to go and hang herself, I was leaning more toward the former.  I almost wanted to pretend like we were never there.  But after reading almost everything about the disaster, I think there are a couple of things that need to be said from our perspective.

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Hair Dye

Scenario: I hope you don’t dye your hair anymore because I really like this shade in my eyes and wow okay here you go again.

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate AU (in which your eyes change colors when your soulmate dyes their hair)

Word Count: 2,058

Author’s Note: This is my first BTS scenario. I told myself I wasn’t going to do this again, because I used to write on Wattpad for 1D, but here I am. Inspired by one of the many ideas on here. I hope you enjoy it ♡

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You noticed your eyes shift colors for the first time four years ago. You were brushing your teeth when you saw it happen in a matter of seconds. Looking closer in the mirror, your natural color was gone, and a light brown had replaced it.

You ran out to where your parents were, tears streaming down your face. You thought you were losing your mind and wanted to know what was happening.

With a chuckle, your father pulled you onto the cushion next to him on the couch while your mother sat on the other side of you.

That was when you learned about soulmates.

Although it doesn’t happen to everyone, your eye color changes whenever your soulmate dyes their hair. Once their hair fades back to the natural color, so would your eyes. Usually, people dye their hair a crazy color to find their soulmate easier, while others would rather wait and see if they can find their soulmate without any help.

Your parents realized they were soulmates a year after they met. They were in love, but weren’t sure if they were with the right person. So, they went down to a corner store to buy cheap hair dye and went back to their apartment. They dyed each other’s hair and watched as both of their eyes changed colors.

Your tears dried up after realizing that this was happening to you.

To say you were relieved would be an understatement. You were happy to know that your soulmate was alive and thriving, but most of all, you were glad they decided to go with a natural color.

You spoke too soon.

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The Grumpy Side of Happy

A/N: Drabble request with Happy for anonymous. 1. The skirt is supposed to be this short. 10. If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!! 14. Take. It. Off.  Hope you enjoy it, anony!

You had come out of the change room to find a very bored Happy leaning against the wall. He looked you up and down, sighing deeply.
“Get back in there and take that off.”
“What?”
Happy’s face went from bored to annoyed.
“Take. It. Off.” His voice was a low growl. 
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say later tonight at the clubhouse?”
You had dragged Happy to the mall to pick out something for the party at the Sons clubhouse that night. Generally he didn’t give a damn what you wore, but in this case, the skirt you had tried on - you’d admit, resembled more of a belt - had not passed the the Happy clothing approval rating.
‘The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You rolled your eyes at his expression.
“You’re my Old Lady, not a croweater.”
It was your turn to be annoyed.
“Hap, I wasn’t actually going to get this. I know you’re not exactly the comedic type, but I was kidding.”
In actual fact, you were kind of hoping he would have a positive reaction to it, and you could use it at a later time when you were alone with him.
Sometimes Happy was soft, a quiet doter on you, but he had been a straight up pain in the ass since he’d woken up and you were done with it. You knew this wasn’t his ideal way to spend his time, but you liked having his opinion on what you wore, and it was nice to be out with him rather than at the clubhouse or your home for once.
You went back in to the change room, got back in to your clothes and grabbed the bundle you had brought in to try on. Handing the bulk of the clothes to an attendant, you went to make the purchase of the red dress you had tried on and Hap had nodded at.
Happy walked up behind you as the cashier scanned the dress through, spying the skirt on the counter. He made to grab it, but you were quicker.
“You’re not buying that.”
As you turned to Happy, the cashier watched, mid-scan, waiting to see what was about to go down.
“I think I might be.”
“Don’t scan that.” Happy said, talking to the cashier but not moving his gaze from yours.
You puffed yourself up, Happy towering over you, but you wouldn’t cower. You never did.
“I dunno how you think you’re gonna win this one. I’m paying, therefore I’m the customer, and the customer is always right. So, go right ahead and scan that skirt, sweetheart.” You turned your words to the cashier, blindly handing the garment to her. 
The cashier shrugged, scanning the skirt and ringing up the total.
Happy made for your card this time, but you jumped back, moving the card closer and closer to the machine, tapping it and putting it away, enjoying the agitated look on his face.
Whenever Happy got too caveman for you, you liked to push his buttons. You weren’t scared of Happy, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, especially over something so trivial. But you weren’t about to let him walk all over you. For things about the club, you knew your place. But in your relationship, outside of the club, you weren’t just Hap’s Old Lady. You were his to love, not to be a possession.
As you took your bag, Happy stormed passed you, leaving the store. You smirked at the cashier and followed him, only to see him riding out of the parking space as you approached.
It was so ridiculous, you laughed. Not much phased you. You got a taxi and headed for home. Maybe you would wear the skirt instead of the dress to the party, just for kicks.

Arriving home, you saw no evidence of Happy being there. You assumed he had gone to the clubhouse to cool off and you could meet him there.
You lay out your dress and the accessories you’d be wearing and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. You had a while to get ready, so you took your time.
As you were eating, the familiar rumble of Happy’s bike came down the road, and he parked in the driveway. He called out to you when he walked in to the house, finding you at the dining table.
“How did you get home?”
“I flew on my broomstick.” You replied, chewing on your sandwich. Looking up to him, you saw the look of worry on his face.
“I got a cab.”
Happy sat down at the table.
“I got halfway home before I turned around to come get you, but you weren’t there. I freaked out.”
You felt a bit bad. He rode off on you, and it was a dick move, but you could tell he knew that he was in the wrong, and he was sorry, even without having said it.
“It’s alright, I’m not mad. I figured that whatever mood you were in, you needed to go and sort it out without me taunting you. Sorry I provoked you.”
Putting your plate in the sink, you walked over and moved your hand over his shaved head, down the back of his neck and under his shirt, running this tips of your nails over the top of his back. You felt him shiver at your touch, and he closed his eyes, groaning.
“I’m sorry too. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“We’re good. Now, I’m going to take a long hot shower, then while you take yours, I’ll get ready and we’ll go have fun at the party.” You took your hand away and walked towards the bedroom, stopping at the kitchen door.
“And if you’re a happy camper tonight, we’ll have some fun with that skirt when we’re back home.”
Happy huffed a laugh out, shaking his head at you.
“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!” He jokingly warned you.
Your smug smirk made it’s way across your face.
“Sure, Killer.” You winked and disappeared down the hall.

9

After leaving the swimming pool Roy saunters whistling into a grocery store to buy a packet of cigarettes, a habit he’s all but abandoned in Bridgeport due to Sonia’s ban on smoking within a 2 mile radius of the marital home, but he feels like a cigarette today, partly to celebrate Claudia agreeing to go on a date with him, partly because something about being around his parents has awakened his inner teen rebel. As he approaches the counter his eye is caught by a rack of magazines, and his mood is extinguished like a cigarette under a steel-capped boot. Alex Dumbfuck Douchenozzle Dunlop is on the cover of Time, the caption under his smug, pasty, anaemic face reading: ‘THE ART WORLD’S WHITE KNIGHT’. 

Roy: Motherfucker

Cashier: Excuse me?

Roy: I’m sorry. I just ...fuck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. May I have a packet of  Pall Mall Lights? 

Cashier: Did you ever think about quitting? Because even though you might think cigarettes are helping your stress, they’re really actually contributing to it.

Roy: JUST GIVE ME MY GODDAMN CIGARETTES!

Cashier: You know what? You can go to hell. And get the fuck out of my store before I call the police. Arsehole.

Never Ever.

Jaebum x reader

synopsis“After all these time of me hurting you, why?” “Because Jaebum, never ever, I would fall out of love with you.” 

word count: 1356

genre: angst

“I love you.”

A salty, wet drop of vapor rolled down onto your cheek as you shot up from the bed, eyes darting across the dim room to a small bed table. Stretching your hands towards the digital alarm clock to tap the button, causing the artificial light to shine all over your room, displaying the time “3:07a.m.”

“I love you.” The words that used to haunt you the most at 3am somehow found its way into your head again: Jaebum’s never ending, soothing voice roaming the halls of your head, locked inside the depths.

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😊What you Mean to Me (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Hiiiii! How are you??? Can I have a request where you’re dating E and unintentionally you’ve been taking a lot of his attention because you love spending time with him and vise versa so when Gray speaks out about it to Ethan a fan or someone overhears and it turns into this huge thing where people are saying you’re trying to split them up so the boys tweet about it but E talks to you and gray saying how he never wants either of you to feel left out because you’re both important to him?

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first 3rd person POV so if I completely ruin everything I am sorry I don’t mean to be terrible! I was born that way. This is sorta part 2 to Truth Detector! Thanks for the request and this is pretty cute just saying! Requests are open!

Originally posted by pix3lh3arts

Part 1


“Y/N stop that tickles!” Ethan shouts as he is being tickled by Y/N. Ethan and Y/N have been dating for a few months now since the lie detector video and are absolutely crazy about each other. They were always spending time together. Y/N even found herself in the twins videos on more occasions then planned. Her and Ethan would always been cuddling or kissing in the video and always made Grayson seem like the third wheel. The fans didn’t seem to mind at all though. I mean of course she got hate from some fans, but most loved and adored her. The said she was funny, charming, and that her and Ethan would have cute babies. However, some didn’t feel that way.

Grayson just walked inside his apartment to see Y/N and Ethan cuddling on the couch. “Really E?” Grayson asks in a huff. He was holding a camera and two marshmallow guns filled with eggs.

“Oh my God the video.” Ethan says leaning up from Y/N’s side. “I’m sorry G! I totally forgot about it.” Ethan apologizes and looks to Y/N and takes her hand in his which causes her to giggle. Grayson sighs annoyed and storms upstairs. Y/N and Ethan both exchanged a look before snuggling back together on the couch. After about 20 minutes Grayson walks back downstairs.

“Ethan can we talk?” Grayson asks as he’s wearing a navy blue shirt and black basketball shorts.

“Yeah what’s up?” Ethan asks as Y/N snuggles into his shoulder which causes them both to giggle.

“I meant like can we talk alone.” Grayson eyes Y/N and nods his head towards her direction. “No offense it’s just stuff for the channel.” Grayson says and Y/N swallows and smiles.

“Yeah it’s no problem at all! I have to go meet Jazmine at the mall anyways. I’ll see you later babe.” She says giving Ethan a kiss goodbye and she walks out the door. Ethan then looks at Grayson and rolls his eyes.

“Come on. Let’s go for a walk.” Grayson says and Ethan follows behind him. They both decided they wanted to go to Starbucks and just chit chat. The walk wasn’t much of anything until they walked inside Starbucks. They tell the barista their order and sit at the table.

“So what did you want to talk about that Y/N couldn’t listen to? Look if it’s about earlier I’m sorry I–” Grayson cuts Ethan off mid sentence.

“No it’s not about that. Well it kind of is. Look I’m happy that you and Y/N are finally together. We’ve all been rooting for you two since day one, but it’s just she’s always with you.” Grayson says as the barista drops their drinks off to them.

“What do you mean? I mean yeah we are dating so yes we do hangout believe it or not.” Ethan defends and Grayson rolls his eyes.

“No Ethan that’s not–” This time Ethan cuts Grayson off.

“You’re just jealous that Y/N thinks I’m more attractive and that she likes me. I know you think she’s cute.” Ethan huffs.

“What? No E yeah she’s cute, but I mean–” This time a few girls walk up to the bickering twins.

“Is now a bad time or can we get a picture?” Some blonde girl asked with pink highlights.

“No we can take a picture, right Gray?” Ethan asks sarcastically. Grayson groans at Ethan and they both smile and pose with the three girls.

“Thanks! Are you guys okay? We heard you two bickering at our table.” The girl with pink highlights asked.

“Yeah we are good. Just sibling things.” Grayson says with a chuckle.

“Actually he was complaining about my relationship with Y/N. Saying we spend too much time together.” Ethan says shooting Grayson a look.

“I like Y/N, but I mean you guys are together a lot.” A girl with short black hair comments.

“Yeah you two are super cute, but it’s Dolan Twins Tuesday. Not Dolan Twins and Y/N Tuesday.” A girl with long silky black hair chimes in. Ethan swallows and looks at Gray.

“But it’s okay. You two are dating! And super cute so it’s all good. She makes you happy.” The girl with black short hair says smiling towards Ethan.

“Yeah she really does. I just wish Grayson could see that.” Ethan says and Grayson scoffs.

“Ethan I want nothing, but for you to be happy. But if it comes between Y/N and I you pick her over me nine times out of eight!” Grayson mildly shouts which causes the girl’s to back up and go to their table. Ethan sighs and stands up.

“Grayson that’s not true!” Grayson stands up too as the boys storm out of the Starbucks still bickering with each other.

“No Ethan it is true! If it wasn’t true you would have been at the park today to film our video for Tuesday. You wouldn’t have been holding her hand and forgetting about me!” Grayson shouts and throws his drink as hard as he can before he starts walking away from Ethan.

“Gray where are you going?” Ethan shouts at Grayson.

“I don’t know but I’m going to go before I say something I’ll regret!” Grayson shouts at Ethan as he keeps walking. Ethan decided to shoot Y/N a text to meet him at the house which she agrees to.

Ethan walks back to his house and scrolls through twitter when he sees some things across his screen. It was a picture of him and Gray with the girls today. The caption says ‘Saw @ethandolan @graysondolan at #starbucks and looks like @yourusername is coming in between them #Y/Nisoverparty.’ Ethan looks up and sees Y/N sitting on his porch. He clicks on the hashtag and sees countless tweets with hashtags  #Y/Nisoverparty #Ethandolansingle and #Y/NandEthanareover. “Y/N!” Ethan screams and she looks up from her phone with tears in her eyes.

“Why are people being so mean to me? What happened with Gray?” She asks as Ethan pulls her into his arms.

“Grayson thinks we spend too much time together and so we were talking about it when some fans came up for a picture and I guess they decided to tweet about it.” Ethan says kissing the top of her head. “Come on let’s go inside. I’m going to call Gray.” Ethan ushered Y/N into the house while dialing Grayson’s number into his phone. Just as he was about to call, Grayson walked through the door with his phone in his hand.

“I take it you guys have seen twitter?” Grayson asks and Ethan groans.

“Yes. Ugh I wish you would have just talked to me at the house instead of going out in public. You should have known fans would have been–” Y/N stands in between Ethan and Grayson.

“Do you really think I’m coming in between you and E Grayson?” She asks sincerely. Grayson sighs and pauses.

“I just feel like Ethan picks you over me sometimes. It’s nothing to worry about Y/N I’m just being dramatic.” Just then Ethan cuts Y/N off before she can say anything.

“Grayson I’m not picking Y/N over you and Y/N I’m not picking Gray over you. You both mean the entire world to me okay? No matter what the situation is I love you both okay? Grayson you can’t give me kisses and cuddle me just like Y/N can’t edit videos or wear shock collars to spell things with me. I don’t want either one of you guys to feel left out of anything okay? Grayson I promise I’ll do videos with you as promised and Y/N I’ll still take you out on dates okay? I love you both and I don’t want to lose either one of you.” Ethan says and Y/N and Grayson exchange a look and smile.

“Okay that’s fair, but how do we stop the haters?” Grayson asks and Ethan smiles. He pulls Y/N into him and gives her a kiss on the lips before posting the picture on snapchat with #Ethandolanisnotsingle captioned.

“Gray get on the other side of Y/N and kiss her cheek.” Grayson did just that and Ethan kissed her other cheek as she smiled and Ethan snapped a photo and posted it on snapchat, instagram, and twitter.

‘@Ethandolan: We all have our ups and downs but we always stick around. My best friends right here. Couldn’t have asked for two other people to have by my side ❤️ @graysondolan @yourusername #Ethanisnotsingle #Y/Nismygf’





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this must be my dream (pt. 5)

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader
Summary:
You swore you would never fall for another boy in a rock and roll band. You were doing fine until Jungkook comes into your life with his sweet melodies and even sweeter kisses.
Genre: Band AU, fluff, slight angst 

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Pillowtalk

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Jaebum

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,410

Summary:  You knew this breakup was coming. You just didn’t think it’d be this hard to say goodbye. 

Originally posted by got7europe

Author’s note: I’ve actually never written a song fic before. Please take this as my attempt! It’s what popped into my head listening to Zayn and thinking about Jaebum 


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Shopping

Word Count: 703

You loved to shop. As stereotypical as it was, you were a huge shopaholic. You just couldn’t help it, every time you were in the shops you just had to have the newest pair of heels, or a cute pair of jeans that caught your eye.

Conor hated shopping with you. He would complain that you took too much time, and he hated how you made him carry all of the bags. You could spend hours in the mall, and he would rather be anywhere else.

You had somehow managed to drag Conor along to the mall with you. You strolled through the many stores, which you knew like the back of your hand, with Conor following like a lost puppy. He was getting pouty as you spent a prolonged amount of time in Sephora, trying to decide between two lipstick colors.

“Con, which one do you like better?” You asked, pointing to your multi colored lips.

“What does it matter? I ruin them in 2 seconds anyway,” he responded cheekily.

You rolled your eyes at the smirk on his face.

“That’s okay, the more smartass answers the longer we’re in here,” you responded back smugly.  

It was his turn to roll his eyes, “Fine, fine, the lighter one.”

You smirked to yourself and wiped your lips, finding the box of the one he liked and making your way to the registers.

A few stores, and many shopping bags later, Conor was getting tired and grouchy, much like a child. You had been at the mall a few hours, so you cut him some slack. This was longer than he had lasted with you at the mall in a while.

“Babe, can’t we go home yet?” Conor questioned, tugging on your wrist to slow your pace.

You slowed down, “I just have to go to one last store, than we can leave. I promise.”

He groaned, and continued to trudge behind you.

You led him into the last store, Victoria’s Secret. When he realized what store you had just dragged him into, his bored expression lit up like a light bulb. You laughed to yourself, knowing this store would get his attention.

“So, uh, you’re gonna try some stuff on, right?” Conor inquired.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on it,” you teased, “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” He replied quickly.

You laughed at him and started browsing the store. You picked up items you needed, and Conor picked up things he thought you would look good in.

“I can’t wait for you to try these on,” he spoke softly in your ear, the look on his face reminiscent of a kid in a candy store.

The pair of you managed to get into a dressing room together somehow, without being told off by one of the employees.

“Close your eyes. You’re not allowed to look until I’m done changing,” you told him.

Conor rolled his eyes and groaned in anticipation, “Hurry up!”

You made sure his eyes were closed before you changed into a black lace bodysuit that accentuated your curves and left little to the imagination.

“Y/N come on, this is torture.” Conor groaned yet again.

You decided to make him wait just a few more seconds before telling him that he could open his eyes.

His eyes burned into your body as they explored the new garment you were showing off. He gulped and shifted in the bench and you tried to read his expression.

“What do you think?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“I think we need to go home, right now.” He got up from the seat, “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he now had you pressed up against the wall, “I’m going to go buy this stuff and then we’re going to go back to the flat and I’m going to have my way with you until you can’t remember your own name.”

You gasped at his dirty words, which made you flush, but also turned you on immensely. You knew it was going to be a long night as Conor left lingering kisses on your neck before pulling away and allowing you to pull of the garment so he could go pay for your new lingerie items.

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If you are taking requests, can you do Lance with glass shard wounds? Maybe in a battle he gets thrown through a window and covered in tiny shards? Take all the time you need, you are my favorite fic writer!!

*tiny gasp* Your FAVORITE???? Thank you!! I’ll write a fic for you! I’d give you my kidney! Take all my money! I’m so flattered!!! Sort of Pidge’s POV because I’ve never done that before. Sorry that the ending sucks–I’ve got class in a minute! I hope this is okay!

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#15 for Happy

@calumonoxide

HAPPY SHOPPERS


“Hurry up,” Happy rasped. You were standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom in your underwear surrounded by a strewn pile of clothes.


“But I have nothing to wear!” You complained. Happy frowned at you, looking pointedly at all the discarded clothing.


“Go naked,” He said flatly. You pouted at him.

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