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Actual--Quartermaster’s 00Q rec list:

A collection of amazing works that deserve all the praise. Warnings are added to fics with major concerning aspects, however, be prepared for canon typical violence and sexual content in pretty much every fic– I mean, this is James Bond, he’d manage to get into a knife fight even in a coffee shop AU.

Quriosity by dr_girlfriend

Words: 80495  Chapters: 33/33

Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.

“Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally.” In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q’s pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond’s cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.

“You’re wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line.” The words slipped out of Bond’s mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn’t realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.


I reread this fic at least once every few months, it’s that good. I have it saved in the pdfs on my phone for car rides and vacations. This fic stays so true to the characters, with everything from Q’s unceasing exasperation to Bond’s cheeky carelessness. The only bad thing I can say about it, is that it doesn’t follow my “Q is a Holmes brother” headcanon. Honestly, if you haven’t read this fic yet, it’s probably the one you’ve been looking for.


Human Error by thejabberwock

Words: 86107   Chapters: 14/14

007 is the perfect assassin, an artificial intelligence with the ability to think for itself. Human emotions were never meant to be part of its programming, and Q was never meant to be anything more than its creator.


Okay, this was so good, I had to contact the author (@bondsboffin) in the middle of it being written. I was going out of my mind. Bond is so complex and the style is just so intriguing. Honestly, this is the kind of fic that will make you roll on the floor in angst.


Blue-Eyed Monster by Only_1_Truth

Words: 118362   Chapters: 23/23

Yes, this version of 007 was a terrifyingly smart agent, and M wondered long and often whether it had been a good idea to promote him to the position. Usually, the title was the dangerous part - being 007 meant deadliness - but this time, M feared that a certain man with ice-blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair had dragged in more danger to the title than it had previously possessed

Enter MI6’s new Quartermaster: an unassuming, bespectacled genius with no mind for subterfuge but plenty of genius behind a dry smile. Curious 00-agents and young boffins don’t always mix in predictable ways…


This made me cry the first time I read it. Full of humorous chess games, dangerous double 0’s, and domestic (well, at least as close as possible to anyway) Bond. A wonderful Skyfall rewrite.


Beautiful Creatures by 1MissMolly

Words: 63151  Chapters: 30/30

“You smell good,” Q’s drunk words were slurred and raspy.

“I’ve been told.” James smiled at the young man.

“Stay here, I want to snuggle.”


“Snuggle, be my teddy bear.”

“What!? I could blackmail you for that comment.” James joked but Q was already snoring lightly. His arms still wrapped tight around James neck. The older man gave in, convincing himself it was only because Q wanted him there. James own wishes and desires were not pushing him to lay beside Benjamin. The reason he was here, he told himself over and over again, was to protect the quartermaster. His scent and angelic face had nothing to do with it. At least that what he tried to tell himself.

Bond discovers that his quartermaster is an omega, which would be fine, except someone is murdering the omegas that work for MI6.

Very slow build of coworkers to friends to something more. Working together to fight against the monsters in the dark.


Warning: A/B/O fic. An extremely well done one at that. Despite the summary, Q can hold his own, which was awesome to read. A complex plot and amazing development, overall a great read.


Brevity and Opulence by loveindirtytrenchcoats

Words: 7777   Chapters: 1/1

There’s no time to grab anything to defend himself with, because the first hinge on the door snaps open with a bang, and the second follows on the next hit. The door rips backwards, thrown to the floor by the same man Q had been in the ski lift with, who smiles menacingly and draws a knife from his jacket. The Quartermaster wonders how long it will take for James to realise he’s missing.

Before the henchman even gets in his first hit, Q knows it’ll be too late.


Short and sweet, a fix-it fic for Spectre. The best fix-it fic I’ve read at that.


The Love Song of James Bond by Fightyourdragon

Words: 103853   Chapters: 17/17

“Knowing your history, and adding to it the fact that I am not entirely unaffected by sharing a bed with you, I think it would be pointless to pretend that we are going to able to share this house for the next two weeks without fucking over every available surface.” Q smiles at the look of shock on James’ face. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting such a direct approach and Q presses on before he has a chance to recover. “However, when it happens it will happen on my terms.”

There was definitely a significant gap between the time Bond was breaking down over M’s death in the chapel to the time a confident Bond walked into Mallory’s office to accept his newest assignment. What, or more importantly, who, put him back together again? Basically, lots of porn with plot.


Warning: BDSM. A majority of this fic is two idiots on an island, fucking and making friends with the old couple who own the local pub. It’s the most weirdly domestic thing I’ve ever read, and its beautiful.


Bal-Chatri by Kryptaria

Words: 46402   Chapters: 14/14

Rising through the ranks at MI6 is enough to erode anyone’s ability to trust. The agents of the Double O program all take paranoia one step further, elevating it to an art form. But everyone needs one person to trust – even James Bond. Now, Q just has to figure out how to convince him of that.

Bal-Chatri: A versatile trap used to humanely catch all types of birds, including birds of prey.


Warning: BDSM. Part of a three part series, and, honestly, it’s beautiful. Q is patient and kind, and together they work through Bond’s problems.


Synchronicity by stereobone

Words: 7600   Chapters: 1/1

It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is “hanging out” at his flat.


Another short and sweet fic, and actually the softest thing I’ve ever read. James is just so gentle and Q treats him like he deserves. Good rainy day read.


Return the Conquering Hero by 1MissMolly

Words: 41596  Chapters: 14/14

Bond and Trevelyan are sent in to rescue a mysterious hacker out of a corrupt prison. They don’t know who sent them in or how to get the young man out. But the longer they stay in the prison, the more Bond becomes attracted to the young hacker.


Warning: major rape/non-con elements, but nothing truly horrid happens to our boys. Not the most satisfying ending but lovely nonetheless, one of those fics you wouldn’t mind a sequel to. Also, have I ever mentioned how much I love Alec Trevelyan being included? Because this pushes all those buttons.


Redamancy by opalescentgold

Words: 80627   Chapters: 7/8

If you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

James doesn’t quite fall in love over physics discussions and cheeky book quotes and coding and riddles inked onto his skin, but he comes close.

And then he actually meets Q.


It’s not finished yet, I know. But, this fic is so good, I couldn’t put it down. I’m sure I read it in under two nights (that’s with a full time job and full time school). This fic highlights the true discrepancy in age between Bond and Q, and is a whole lot of angst at points, and it’s delightful.


Distraction by Pasteles

Words: 269   Chapters: 1/1

James Bond is an impatient bastard.


Putting this in here because my lovely @actual–007 wrote this for me, AND I OPENED IT WHILE I WAS AT CHURCH THANK YOU VERY MUCH. But, it’s lovely and so is she.

Wrong Loves Her Company (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I’m still a little sick and this weekend was crazy so it took me long than normal to finish this. This just a drabble, so it’s a little shorter than normal. Also, this part is based off the assumption that you’ve read part 6  so if you haven’t, I would read it so certain things make more sense. The finale (part 7) will be coming out on Sunday. I’m not ready, but it’s going to be long and angsty. I hope this holds you over until then. Also this is from Dylan’s POV, if I didn’t already mention that. Love you always, babes.

Thanks to: @writing-obrien

Warning: Oral

Word Count: 2612

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G-Dragon scenario: going to MAMA together

WORDS: 1716


So he is your boyfriend and you are dating for 3 years, you’re few years younger than him and you debuted 8 years ago. Your relationship is public and a lot of people ship you. 

You both attened MAMA awards and he is worried about you working too hard and shows skinship in public.

Originally posted by gdragon04

Your makeup artist was just finishing your makeup for the red carpet. You were wearing short pink/white dress that matched others’ outfits too. Since you were the leader of your group you had to talk to the members and remind them of some things.
You got a call while you were talking to the youngest member. It was Jiyong. You wanted to answer, but you had to remind her to watch how she sits and not to touch her face, because of makeup. You called him back, wondering what he called for since it was the day of the MAMA show and you were nominated for a lot of awards and you were really nervous.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yeah… A bit… Like a lot…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you since our groups will sit at the same table, you are very welcome, Jagiya.”
You had no idea you sat with Big Bang at the same table.
“What?? Are you serious?? That’s awesome.”
You tried to sound as happy as you could, but you had so many thoughts about the performance and what to do if something happens. There were so many ‘ifs’ in your head you sounded really sad and worried and he could tell just by hearing your voice.
“You don’t sound very happy. If you’re worried about the performance, don’t. Because I know you’ll be great and your members are really talented so you have nothing to worry about.”
You calmed down for a few moments when you heard his sweet words.
“Thank you Jagi~ I have to go now, see you there, okay?”
You said goodbye and canceled the call. You went to the car with other members, they were all nervous so you cheered them up and told them they were great at rehearsals. You arrived at the Red carpet and someone opened the door for you. You stepped out and saw fans screaming. The other members quickly came out of the car and you walked to the MC where you took pictures and said hello to the fans and viewers on V Live. You shortly said thank you to the fans and every member did some fan service and sent hearts to the fans. That made you forget about all of your concerns.
You went in the ceremony hall. It was huge. You saw 5 different stages and so many seats you couldn’t imagine how many fans will come, you sighed and went to change your makeup and dresses in a dressing room. You saw some other dressing rooms- BTS, GOT7 TWICE, EXO, Red Velvet… and the one next to you was Big Bang. It was a little odd because they gave you dressing room right next to 2 boy groups- Big Bang and EXO. Both of them are your favorite groups.
You weren’t in a big rush so you made a video diary with the members and recorded some behind the scenes of MAMA, you also visited some of the groups where you had friends and at last, you came to Big Bang dressing room. They were all really happy that you came and Seungri loved filming with you, but he had to stop being on the camera all the time so you turned off the camera.
“Let’s take a walk, we came only a few minutes ago and we’re performing the last,” Jiyong suggested
“Just don’t do romantic stuff outside, because there are cameras everywhere, okay lovebirds?” Seungri added and Taeyang nodded.
He ignored them and you went out of the room. You walked to the other side of the hallway.
“Are you okay now” he held your hand.
“I’m just… What if we mess up? What if they won’t like us? I don’t even like this outfit, I can’t believe we have to perform in this…”
He was really worried because you started talking about how unsure of yourself you are. He couldn’t listen anymore, so he hugged you.
“You are worrying way too much. You’ll do fine. I’ll be there for you. You’re not on your diet anymore, right? You have to drink a lot of water, okay? And never ever be insecure about yourself, okay? You’re so perfect, I can’t even imagine more perfect girlfriend than you.”
You calmed down and he washed away most of your worries, you smiled and thanked him. You wanted to kiss him, but you remembered there could be someone watching you. You went back and it was time to start the award show. Together your group and Big Bang went to your tables. You saw all of the idols sitting behind you. You saw your friends from other groups and you heard your fans screaming you group name and then when you sat next to Jiyong they started screaming your ship name. You couldn’t help but to smile. It made you really happy the fact your fans were 'shipping’ you together. You were really surprised when they announced Best new female group winner because it was your group. You stood up and accepted the award and thanked the fans and your staff. You enjoyed when other groups performed and danced their choreography and sang with them. Jiyong was very surprised to see you dance so much and sing at the same time. He saw you had an adrenaline rush and stopped you.
“If you’re gonna be dancing like that you’ll be tired when you perform so just sit down and watch, okay?”
You looked at him and nodded. You sat down and he said something in your ear.
“You were really cute tho.”
You giggled and a lot of fans noticed that and started screaming even more. You were so happy that your boyfriend was so nice to you. He always cared about you and give you advice. You loved him with all of your heart and you could’ve never imagined being with someone else than him and he thought the same.
He was your everything besides your group members. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, so you forgot you were still staring at him. He shook you and you laughed, realizing you were staring at him and he smiled back.
Your manager finally came to tell you you’re performing after these 2 performances. You looked at Jiyong and he made a fist saying 'fighting’ which helped you a lot, knowing he supports you. You sent him a kiss and pretended nothing happened when you saw others were watching you.You quickly came to your stage and prepared for your performance. You performed right after Taeyeon. You are a major fan of her and her friend. The time was for you to rock the stage.
“Let’s do this shit, girls. We’re the best!” you said to your members.
They were very confident when they heard your words and then you all focused on the performance. It was a remix of your most known songs and this year’s hit. The performance was very hard, but you managed to do everything exactly like you practiced. After you finished you were out of breath and could barely walk, because you were also the dancer of the group so when others changed their positions on the other side of the stage you were dancing. Jiyong was very worried about you when he saw how you held your member’s hand while walking back to your table. He stood up when you were here and helped you sit and gave you water. You really had big wish you wouldn’t be wearing a mini skirt right now so you could sit comfortably, but if the fans liked the performance as you heard, then it was totally worth it.
“Drink more water.” he kept saying.
He saw you are really close to fainting and he was really worried when he had to leave for his performance.
“Show them who you are, okay? KINGS OF KPOP FIGHTING~!” you cheered on them and you screamed and danced their whole performance and sang with them. You like Daesung’s parts the most and you fangirled about all of them with other members. They didn’t see you were shaking from tiredness until now when it was too late.
You didn’t know what happened, you just opened your eyes and you were in the dressing room with your group, but they had to go back because you were also nominated for the next award. It was a break time so you convinced your staff and manager you were okay and to let you go at least to be there until the end.
They agreed but gave you a bottle of water and told you to drink every 10 minutes. You came back the same time as Big Bang and of course, your members made a big deal and told him about you fainting.
“WHAT? I TOLD YOU NOT TO DANCE IF YOU CAN’T. OMG JAGI.” He was angry with you for a while, but he talked pouty and cute when he was angry at you.
At the end all of the groups came to the stage and waved to the fans, then you talked with some of your friends and at the end, Seungri introduced you to Exo and you talked with them until Jiyong saw you and came to hear what you’re talking about. You said goodbyes and after that he picked you up and carried you to the backstage, making everyone scream, because the famous G-Dragon rarely showed so much skinship in public. He made you cry from laughing so hard and you had to go and fix your make up. Your members came few minutes behind you and told you how they talked with BTS and some other groups.
Although you had some problems through the day, at the end of the day you were laying in bed all tired with your boyfriend Jiyong who kept talking about how worried he was.
“SHUT UP OR I’LL SHUT YOU UP. I’M TRYING TO SLEEP.” you said aggressively.
“TRY ME~” he said back to you, making you kiss him.

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Sorry if you have answered this before but, some positivity maybe? What are your favorite things about Dan?

His laughter:
-His giggles when they squeak at the end because he can’t breathe
-His giggles when they pitch up to that literal ‘hee hee hee!’
-His giggles when they start with that literal ‘ah-hah-hah-hah!’
-His giggles when he ends up snorting
-How he snaps or claps while laughing really hard

His voice:
-When it’s normal and gentle and sweet and soft
-When he brings it lower into that sensual rumbly goodness

His long baby deer legs:
-So graceful
-So dangerous
-Has been described as gliding when he walks
-Has also been described as purposeful in his strides
-Also falls over a lot

When he sings:
-When he makes up a song based on what’s going on
-When he sings something relevant to what’s going on
-When he just sings because he has a song stuck in his head
-When he just sings because he thought of a song just then
-Voice of an angel

His eyes:
-So pretty
-The little crinkles in the corners when he laughs
-When he drifts he just gets that faraway look in them that you can get lost in
-So warm
-So full of love
-Probably when he looks at you you feel like the only person on the planet

His smile:
-That cute puppy dog sweet childlike smile
-The smirk
-The dopey grin
-The lopsided grin
-When there’s a video and we get to see him smile while laughing
-When he sticks his tongue out and bites on the tip while smiling

His hugs:
-Self described “Huggin’ machine”
-Arms “made for huggin”“
-Best hugs on the planet
-His arms are long and really wind around you
-Perfect amount of squeezing
-No matter who you are or what shape you are you just fit against him
-Because he was made for hugging

His dancing:
-The side to side headbop
-Hands up for a snap
-Hand up for a little fly-away-wave
-The side to side full body shuffle
-The hip swing
-The full head bang sending hair everywhere

His lips:
-So soft
-Great shape
-When he bites the lower one when he’s thinking about something
-When he also licks the lower one when thinking about something (though rarer than biting)

His realness:
-When he talks about going through a tough time
-When he sends out genuine love to his fans whether they’re having a tough time themselves and he’s offering advice or when he’s humbled by the response to something he did
-When he tells a story of a time in his life
-When he’s expressing love for one of his friends

His sweetness:
-“Hi babies”
-“Hello lovelies”
-“I missed you guys”
-“Bye sweet treasures”
-“Hi ladies”
-“Bye, I love you!”
-“Can we do Grumps forever?”

How he tries to use his platform for good:
-Is always trying to learn and better himself through feedback
-Always tries to better everyone else by telling people to love one another
-Talks fans through anxiety and panic when they’re meeting and is always patient and understanding about it
-Knowing he provides an escape and has helped people through difficult times just by doing Grumps or NSP and talks about getting fan letters saying exactly that and is always blown away and always tells everyone 'thank you’ for getting the opportunity to help them

His hair:
-Wild curls
-Wonderful ringlets
-How he plays with it when he’s thinking about something
-How it is a mystery
-Sweet fluffy cloud of curly goodness
-How it is always described as soft

All of his music.
-All of it
-The deep, serene, drifting poignancy of The Northern Hues that followed struggles, but he didn’t give up, he took lessons and tried again and produced beautiful, driven, powerful but soft messages in Skyhill, falling again but only shelving his music for a while and finally catching his break with NSP when he found a musical partner in Brian

His gentleness:
-Either with real world animals (letting birds perch on his knees, petting sheep that previously shunned everyone else, being sweet with all manner of doggos and puppers, carefully holding and wistfully looking at a snake, enjoying aquariums on multiple occasions, more more more)
-Anything that is cute or a little silly looking in a game “Oohh I love it immediately!”

All of his lingo:
-Jimmy jams
-The use of um and like a lot (which denotes intelligence, by the way, look it up)

His genuineness with others, he never hides who he is.
His trusting nature, willing to put his faith in the people he loves.
Loving everyone.
Being a 'bad judge of character’ because he believes in the good in everyone.
Overcoming his struggles to become the musician he knew he was always meant to be.

His proud nerdiness:
-Loves Magic the Gathering (still owns his old decks)
-Loves DnD
-Harry Potter
-Game of Thrones
-Vidya games
-MUSIC he is SUCH a music nerd! Speaking of-

The incredible encyclopedia of music knowledge that he has.
-Can name millions of albums off the top of his head
-Can name all the songs of said albums
-Knows the names of all band members in any given band
-Knows trivia behind songs
-Has read just all the liner notes of every album he’s ever owned
-Can recall a tune rhythmically and melodically perfectly in a snap
-Has been to thousands of concerts

He’s also such a SPORTS nerd:
-The Giants
-Podcast about football
-Loves basketball and hockey too
-Throw in some baseball
-And soccer as well
-Can recall players names and statistics and games from years and years ago in any one of these sportsball categories

His encouraging change in people, whether they’re trying to be more like him or just trying to change for the better because he is such a good example of happiness and love. How he genuinely wants everyone to be better and accepting of themselves and others. How he talks openly about mental illness and encourages people to get help if they need to get help because there’s nothing wrong with it and everyone needs help.
“Love everyone, forgive everyone. Especially yourself.”


Note: This one came out so cute at the end. It’s basically from everyone’s point of view except yours. I’m trying a different approach haha.


  1. Request where Daveed is super nervous and can never get a word out around Y/N because he likes her so much. He writes a rap song about her that the rest of the cast discovers (without him knowing) and Rafael performs it while the rest of the cast does the back-up vocals for a Ham4Ham and it ends with Y/N kissing Daveed and asking him out. I’m sorry this prompt is so long, I just absolutely adore your writing. Thank you!

Word Count: 2157

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warning: None, secondhand embarrassment, Daveed being a shy lil bean

“Hey Daveed,” You greeted, walking into the room. “What’s up, Rafa?”

“Hey,” Daveed said softly, his brain automatically forgetting every word he’d ever learned.

“Hey Y/N, how was your day?” Rafa said, striking up a conversation.

“Eh, tiring, but I’m fine.” You sighed, leaning against the doorway Daveed’s dressing room. “What about you guys?”

“My day’s been great. I’ve just been hanging around. Talking to people, eating, writing, you know the drill.” Rafa chuckled.

“Nice.” You laughed. “What about you Daveed? How was the show?”

Daveed hesitated before responding. “It was good.”

“Good? That’s it? C’mon, you can do better than that, Diggs.” Rafa said, making Daveed shrug.

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Moments Pt. 2 (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have grown incredibly close as friends, but the sexual tension can be cut with a knife. Will it happen? Won’t it? What about Logan Paul? 


A/N: HAHA I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. I really hope it doesn’t suck. Please please please let me know what you think. I love all of you so much. Thanks for reading. Special thanks again to my girls @ Dolan’s Horny Lil Pancakes. Enjoy!

The months wore on and you felt both more comfortable and more enticed by Grayson. His smile still made your heart stop but it was easier to be around him now that the two of you really were good friends and it became clear that this was never about a fuck and run. The two of you had feelings, real ones. It was now mid-winter and you’d managed to keep yourself clear of his advances (and your own, if we’re being honest) for almost seven months now. However, you didn’t stay totally clear.

Every time the two of you would hang out - even if it was just longboarding down to the pier together to get pizza and some footage for a new video or a scary movie projected on a wall at the warehouse as you watched from the foam pit with both the twins - Grayson would hold your hand gingerly in his. His thumb would gently stroke your knuckles and if you ever had a scratch or a mark on your hand, he would lay a chaste kiss on it. There was a scar on your right hand on the knuckle of your ring finger and he would let his thumb run over it again and again He would always insist on bringing you home and walking you to your door.

“For safety,” he had said. But you knew it was just an excuse for him to kiss your cheek sweetly and look ever deeper into your eyes. These were all things that, in theory, close friends would do. But they meant so much more to you - to the both of you - and you knew that he knew it too.

Things started to get tense when summer began to fade and fall rolled around. Grayson’s 18th birthday was rapidly approaching and the two of you were becoming more and more aware as the days got breezier, growing desperate to have each other.

One night in October, after spending a warm L.A. evening stargazing on a beach, he held you tight in his arms and you rested against his chest as he whispered all the awful, glorious, deliciously filthy things he would do to you as soon as he got the chance, leaving you whimpering in his arms, eyes shut tight. His hand was tangled in your hair, holding your head against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as he spoke. It had almost driven the two of you insane. You had to take almost the entire month of November away from each other to calm down.

But the day you were anxiously waiting for and dreading at the same time had finally arrived: December 16, 2017 - Grayson and Ethan’s 18th birthday. The twins were throwing a massive party at their warehouse. You, Leena and Danielle were all invited, obviously. Why wouldn’t you be?

“You and Grayson are practically dating,” Danielle said as she coated her lashes with mascara, sitting on the bathroom counter to get closer to the mirror.

“It’s true. People on twitter can’t stop talking about it,” Leena said, fixing the back of her earring to the post. You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking for something amazing to wear.


In the end, you decided on one of the sexiest things in your wardrobe: a little black two piece with a cropped halter that was all but backless, save for the intricate straps that criss crossed and held it together. It basically stayed aloft by the tie at the back of your neck. It paired with a matching cute A-line mini skirt. You even managed to wear a pair of heels. You kept it sexy but classy and you knew Gray would appreciate it.

“He’ll appreciate peeling it off you, that’s what he’ll appreciate…” said Leena when you told her the look you were going for. You rolled your eyes but the three of you laughed openly. After a few more minutes of primping and curling and finding the perfect pair of shoes, you were all ready. The fact that you were about to leave to go to the party actually terrified you. Why? You knew what was going to happen.

But what if it didn’t?

What if Grayson had just been stringing you along until he found someone his own age? What if he was just messing with you? What if it really would be just a fuck and run? You’d never felt insecure about the opposite sex before, but now, it was all you could think about. You’d never been in so deep with someone before.

You’d been in relationships, sure, and you were no virgin, but you’d never become so emotionally invested in someone. You’d always guarded your heart. After seeing your parents’ marriage fall apart, it was just an automatic reaction. You never let anybody get close to you. You felt it was dangerous. But Grayson had somehow slipped through all of that. The thought made you feel delighted and sick to your stomach at the same time.

“Is everyone ready?” Leena asked as she walked out of her room. You were sitting on the couch waiting for them and you were shaken from your thoughts. You nodded, stone-faced, standing and smoothing out your dress as it clung to your well-toned figure.

“Well then lets go!”

The warehouse was packed with people. The lights were off, but cool-colored lights spun around the room. The Dolan Twins Warehouse sign was also on. Music thrummed through the sound system, speakers hidden everywhere, white to match the walls. Everyone was dressed to the nines so you felt a little better about your choice of outfit. You’d really gone all-out, but so had everyone else. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the three of you made your way over to the alcohol.

‘I won’t be so nervous if I have a drink in me…’ you thought to yourself, pouring a pretty generous portion of alcohol into your cup. Not enough to make you sick, but enough to take the edge off. You knew your limits.

You bit the edge of the cup as you held it to your lips, your eyes scanning the crowd for a sign of the twins, of Grayson. You held your breath, your hand shaking a little as you caught sight of Ethan, taking a shot and laughing with some friends. Okay, so they were here. But where was –


You whirled around when you heard that voice you’d learned to love. Grayson smiled down at you. He towered over you, even when you wore heels. He had on a black button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark wash jeans.

“You look amazing,” he said, eyeing you up and down. You smiled apprehensively.

“Thanks. You clean up nice yourself. Happy birthday.” You held your arms up, offering him a hug. He gladly took it, wrapping both his arms around your waist as yours twisted around his neck. He picked you up and you couldn’t contain a giggle as he held you tight in his arms. It felt right. You belonged there.

He didn’t let go of you when he put you back down on the ground, and neither did you. Your embrace lingered for a moment or two before he drew back, but not completely. He kept both of his hands on your hips. Your own hands rested on his chest, just below his shoulders as he spoke.

“I should probably try and say hello to everyone before they come look for me…” he said, sounding a little sour about it. You nodded and he winked at you. “I’ll come find you when I’m done,” he promised before he started toward the crowd. You picked up the drink you’d placed on the edge of the table and chewed on the edge of the cup again. This whole event was wearing on your nerves. You’d never planned out anything like this before. If you had kissed someone or slept with someone, it had come naturally. Everything happened in the moment.

But the two of you knew something was going to happen tonight and it made your stomach churn. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? Or kissed? Or…

‘Oh Lord…’ you thought, downing a large swig of the alcohol. You finished it quickly, pitching the cup and heading into the crowd to look for Leena and Danielle.

After a fair amount of searching - there had to have been at least 200 people at this party - you found them, dancing with a pair of cute boys. You shook your head as the two of them realized you were in distress and pulled you aside. You paced in a corner as they both folded their arms over their chests to listen to your worries.

“You guys, I can’t do this. I’m so nervous. What if I’m not what he expects? Or what he wants? What if -” Leena held up a hand to silence me.

“I’m gonna stop you RIGHT THERE,” she started, Danielle nodding along, knowing the speech was coming. “You are FLAWLESS. You are A QUEEN. And if he doesn’t like you or can’t handle you, then fuck him. We find you a guy who can. You don’t change or alter yourself at all for him. You be yourself and if he doesn’t like it, he can walk. The two of us will have your back no matter what.” Danielle nodded and took my hand.

“But I don’t think that’s the case,” she added, looking to Leena before back to me. “Look, he wouldn’t stick around for more than half a year if he wasn’t seriously into you, and I don’t think one night filled with awkward tension is going to change that. If he was chasing you to sleep with you, I don’t think he would’ve waited this long. There are plenty of girls banging down his door. But he wants you. You have to remember that.”

You ran your hand through your hair and took a deep breath, your stomach settling. You nodded as the two of them looked back at you with confident smiles.

“You’re a queen. Remember that. Maybe have one more cup of liquid courage and make it happen!” Danielle squeaked excitedly, bouncing a little and the three of us laughed. You went back to the alcohol and each fixed yourselves a drink. You only had half a drink because you could start to feel the first one taking effect.

Your best friends’ words rang through your head and the more you thought about it, the more confident you felt. You were a queen. You were hot as hell. And most importantly, you weren’t going to be intimidated by anyone. You felt a little better, standing taller, feeling the confidence starting to course through your veins.

As you finished your drink, feeling well enough to have another, you turned to reach for a bottle, and saw a familiar face, making you freeze. The Paul Brothers were smirking at you from the other side of the table. You rolled your eyes, still feeling self-empowered as the song on the speakers changed to buy me diamonds by Bea Miller and you couldn’t help but smile as you poured a drink, walking away from the table.

You found Danielle and Leena again and decided to dance with them as you waited for Grayson to come back. It was a party and this was definitely your squad’s song and you were determined to have a good time now, relaxing as the liquor made it’s way to your brain. The three of you danced along to the music, laughing and singing along to the words. You definitely all drew male attention toward you, some of it unwanted.

Logan made his way through the crowd and stepped up behind you, trying to put his hands on your hips and dance with you. You pulled away from him, but he kept pawing at you, trying to pull you back against him. There wasn’t much room to put space between you as the crowd was so pushed together, dancing under the lights. The music was too loud for anyone but Leena and Danielle to realize you were yelling at him.

“Stop touching me!” You shouted, shoving him away from you, taking a step back and handing your drink to Danielle, ready to cuss him out, but someone else beat you to it.

“What part of ‘no’ do you not get, dude? She’s not into you. She moved on. Get over it.” Grayson was standing between the two of you. The music had paused and the crowd had stopped once the two boys faced each other.

“Yeah? Who’d she replace me with, Dolan? You?” Logan folded his arms over his chest and drew faint laughter from the crowd. Grayson just smirked.

“And isn’t that sad for you?” He said. The crowd “oooh”ed, and you started to get nervous, knowing neither of the Paul Brothers were above throwing the first punch.

“Nobody invited you guys, so why don’t you just leave? She doesn’t want you here and Ethan and I sure as shit don’t want you here.” You could see Logan’s eyes flash and his arm swing out and you opened your mouth to yell, but Grayson caught his fist and twisted his arm, bringing Logan to his knees.

“Okay, that’s fine. We can do this the hard way. E!” In a flash, Ethan was beside his twin, and the two of them dragged the offending brothers to the garage door, tossing them outside. Once the door was closed again, Ethan put his arms up and yelled.

“PARTY ON PEOPLE!” The entire party roared with cheers and applause as the twins made their way triumphantly through the thick of the masses.

You quickly found Grayson again. You smiled up at him, biting your lip.

“Remind me to find a recording of that later,” you said, tucking your hands into the pockets of your skirt. Grayson chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Yeah, I bet it’ll be all over Twitter tomorrow…” he said, sounding a little forlorn. You shrugged, reaching out for his other hand, the booze emboldening you.

“Who cares? It’s your birthday. Let’s have fun. Come dance with me.” He smiled at you and laced his fingers with you as you pulled him back toward your friends. Someone had restarted the song, and Grayson stood behind you, your back against his chest as his hands gripped your hips, you grinding against him as the music played.

Song after song played, and he never left your side, his fingers digging into your hips as  he held you close to him. You felt euphoric. The alcohol had done it’s job and you had a glorious buzz spinning around your head. As the song changed again, Grayson tugged at your hand and pulled you back through the crowd, to the back of the warehouse where the editing room was. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it. Most of the sound from the warehouse was blocked out now. He sighed and rested his head against the door.

“You okay, bup?” You stepped closer to him, reaching up to feel his forehead. He nodded, taking your hand in his and holding it against his cheek.

“Yeah. I just wanted a break from the crowd - from everyone else but you.” You could feel a blush bloom on your cheeks. He pulled you closer to him, releasing your hand only to wrap an arm around your waist, drawing you in.

“I never actually thanked you for telling off Logan…” you mused, looking up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he replied quickly, pushing a lock of hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

“(Y/N), there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you,” he said, his voice low. He wasn’t drunk but he had “partaken” just like you had.

The sentence made you pause and look into his eyes. They weren’t clouded over with lust or demand, they weren’t distracted or wandering your body. His eyes were locked on yours, searching you, wanting to know you more. Your heart was in your mouth as you smiled at him.

“Oops?” He said with a smile and the two of you laughed. “I’m serious though. Everyone’s been trying to convince me that I shouldn’t be hanging out with you - that I’m just chasing you to get laid.” You held your breath as he spoke.

“But they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. They don’t know how I feel about you. They don’t know how seeing you smile makes me feel like I could run a marathon. They don’t understand that hearing you laugh at one of my stupid-ass jokes makes me feel like I can’t breathe for a minute…” Your head was reeling as he confessed himself to you. But you had to be sure. You had to hear it.

“Grayson, what are you saying?” You questioned him, and he smiled at you.

“Somewhere between ‘non-dates’ and holding your hand and making sure you got home safe and flirting with you…” he shook his head, and you could see him start to turn red. He let out an anguished sound and shrugged. “(Y/N), I fell in love with you…”

You would’ve cried if you weren’t drunk. So instead, you pulled him down to you by the back of his neck, landing your mouth on his in a fierce, hungry kiss. He was surprised, but after a moment, he reciprocated, kissing you back eagerly. You opened your mouth, your tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth, and he let out a gasp of surprise, his hand at the back of your head, holding you against his lips.

The kiss dwindled down after a moment or two, the passion leaking out through your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. You looked up at him, doing the same.

“I love you, Grayson. I love you so much. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. It actually hurts me sometimes. It hurt not to be able to touch you or kiss you or tell you what I felt. I wanted to show you…” You poured your heart out to him, gripping the back of his neck desperately, clinging to him.

“Then tell me now,” he begged. His voice was low and gravely, raspy. He ran a hand through your hair and rested his hand at the back of your head again. “Show me.”

You looked into his eyes for only a moment before he attacked your mouth with breath-taking kisses again. He pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth, growling low in his throat. It made you shudder in his arms. He pulled out his phone and sending a text message as you watched, raising an eyebrow, confused but amused.

“Grayson, what’re you doing?” He grinned at you, tossing his phone onto a desk.

“I told Ethan to turn up the music,” he said mischievously. You smiled as his hands slipped down your waist, over your ass to the back of your thighs. He whispered against your lips.


And you did.

He gripped your thighs as you wound your legs around his waist and he spun you around and pinned you against the door, his mouth at your throat with your head tilted back. You reached up and pulled the blinds down, blocking any outside view into the room. He looked up when he heard the noise of them falling down, and looked back at you, smirking.

He slid his hands under your top and easily lifted it over your head, tossing it aside. His mouth moved from your neck to your shoulder to your collar bone. He bit down on it, leaving a red mark, and you cried out in pleasure. You felt him smile against your skin as he leaned back up to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to be as loud for me as you can,” he said, his hands moving up your ribs to your chest, unlacing your backless bra. You tried not to let your chest heave under his fingers as he looked from his hands to your eyes. “Don’t hold back…”

You nodded as he pulled the garment off you and tossed it somewhere near where your top probably was. He put his palm flat on your back and dipped his mouth to your chest, teasing you, leaving gentle, chaste kisses in his wake. You whimpered and bit your lip and he took your nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, making you gasp.

He smirked until you put your feet back on the ground, your eyes locked on his as you unbuttoned his shirt, slowly - painfully slowly. Once you’d popped every button open, you slid your hands up his hard, chiseled form, taking in his skin as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind you. The two of you lingered, staring at each other before you both kicked off your shoes and he sat you down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him, feeling how hard he was already against you.

He started to nip and bite and lick and kiss your other shoulder, leaving hickeys in his wake. You moaned out loud as his hands wandered down your back, sitting at your hips. He gripped them tightly and pushed you down onto him, which only made you moan louder.

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me,” he whispered against your neck and you rolled your hips into his, causing him to groan and hiss, biting your skin. You gripped his chin and brought his gaze to meet yours.

“If I’m moaning, I want you moaning too,” you said, your voice a hushed tone. He smirked.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replied before silencing you with a kiss.

And it went on. You would grind against him every time he tried to bite you or leave a mark, teasing him mercilessly. He would gasp and moan and groan, making delicious sounds only encouraging you. You pushed your hips into his one last time and he growled again, pushing you back on the couch, leaning over you. He knelt between your legs, pinning you down.

“You like teasing me?” He asked, his tone still low and harsh. You smirked and he mirrored you. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”

His hand trailed from your ribs, down your stomach to rest at your hip bones. He’d pulled your skirt off a while back, leaving you in just your little black lace boyshort underwear. His thumb stroked over your hip bone and for some reason, it drove you wild. You bucked your hips up as he leaned down to bite your neck, his tongue dipping against your skin after a moment or two.

“Grayson…” you breathed, your hand tangling in his hair. He leaned his head up to your ear.

“I’m gonna torture you babygirl…” he said, slipping his hand into the front of your panties, his hand hovering over your core. You bit your lip and moaned, closing your eyes. His middle finger pressed gently against your clit and you gasped, gripping his shoulder with one hand.

He grinned as his finger started to move in slow, steady circles. You let out a long, loud groan, your head thrown back. His slow movements really did torture you, and you knew he was loving listening to you, watching you. You bit your lip and let out a quiet whimpering noise, wordlessly begging him for more.

“You like that baby?” He asked. You nodded eagerly before he stopped, and you held your breath. “How about this?” He asked before you felt his middle finger sink into you slowly. Your jaw dropped open and you moaned louder than you had all night.

“That’s right, kitten, moan for me. Let everyone know,” his finger curled up inside you as he stroked your g-spot expertly. You nearly jumped out of your skin, panting and moaning and rolling your body against his. “God, (Y/N), you’re so wet for me already.”

“Grayson, please…” you asked, begged, pleaded. You had to have more of him.

“Tell me what you want, (Y/N),” he commanded as you writhed underneath him. He added a second finger into you, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“I need you,” you moaned, clawing at his back, surely leaving deep red scratches.

“What do you need me to do?” He asked. You couldn’t help but smirk as he pressed you. You opened your eyes to see him staring down at you.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said, and his eyes seemed to turn black with desire. He pulled your panties down and chuckled them across the room. He made quick work of his jeans and boxers, taking his place between your legs again. You were surprised at how big he was.

He lined himself up with your entrance before looking back to you.

“Ready?” He asked. You nodded earnestly, and he sunk himself into you slowly, the two of you groaning and gripping each other, trying not to explode right then.

“Oh, fuck. Grayson, you’re so big,” you said, gripping him by the scruff of the neck. He bit his lip until he was entirely inside you, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as you adjusted to his size.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he muttered against your lips. You smiled and kissed him quickly.

“I love you, Grayson,” you responded, pushing his hair off his forehead. You could feel him twitching inside you, desperate to move.

“How do you want it, baby?” he asked, trailing kisses across your shoulders. You made him look at you.

“Hard. Fast. Fuck me, Grayson,” your voice was full of lust and desire, and you didn’t have to tell him twice as he began to move his hips. He started slow, building up speed, but the quicker his hips moved, the harder he pounded into you. You moaned his name over and over like a mantra, praying for release.

“That’s it, babygirl, say my name.” So you did. You moaned and sighed in the shape of his name as he drove the two of you closer and closer to oblivion. His right hand dropped to your hips and he began to rub focused circles against your clit with his thumb. You cried out as you had earlier.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Grayson, don’t stop,” you pleaded and he did as you asked, only picking up pace and fucking you harder. Your head clouded and you were completely engulfed in the pleasure he was giving you. You were so close and he was only pushing you further into climax.

Your body arched and shook underneath his ministrations. Each touch he provided only made you moan, made you wetter, pushed you closer. Grayson flipped the two of you over, so you were sitting in his lap, straddling him again, riding him. You bounced in his lap and he held your hips so tight that there were sure to be bruises in the morning. You rolled your hips into his, sliding along his length easily, and his head fell back against the back of the couch.

His hands moved from your hips to your ass and he gripped it tightly as he helped your hips keep up pace, making both of you gasp in pleasure. 

You were getting close and you knew he was too. You moved quicker, and he dug is fingers deeper into your skin, his nails nearly breaking your skin. You leaned down to kiss his neck, leaving angry red and purple marks, biting and licking his skin, tasting him, wanting to take in as much of him as possible. He practically roared when you bit him, and he pushed you back down onto the couch, doubling his speed and force.

You let out a moan to match, nearly screaming his name. He again reached down to rub your clit in frantic circles, making your back arch.

“Grayson, I-I’m so close…” you breathed, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“Cum for me, (Y/N),” he ordered. His voice was so deep that it vibrated through you, and you unraveled in his hands, clenching around his cock as the two of you cried out. He came tumbling after, shouting your name and gripping a handful of your hair carefully. He kept pushing until he couldn’t anymore and he collapsed on top of you, the two of you panting and gasping for breath. You wrapped an arm around him, keeping him on top of you.

He pulled a blanket from the chair nearby and laid next to you, pulling you into his chest. You hardly protested as he wrapped it around the two of you, then wrapping his arms around you under the blanket. You smiled as you looked up at him.

“I really do love you,” he said, stroking your hair. Your smile widened.

“I know. I love you too. Happy birthday.” He chuckled and put an arm behind his head, smirking broadly.

“No kidding, happy birthday to me.”

anonymous asked:

who's ur fav villager??

well shit there are so many great options

  • Village Drunk. always a great option. doesn’t get much screentime but really makes the most out of what he has. 3/10.
  • Jean Potts. Basically a sheep as a human being but man I like his clothes. 7/10.
  • Mustache Baker. Doesn’t do much but reacts overdramatically to everything. Later almost gets killed by LeFou because somebody wants to make a point during his musical number. 5/10.
  • Angry Schoolteacher. Does the best grump face in the village, but doesn’t gain any narrative depth until we notice his daughter was among the staff. maybe a feminist after all? 4/10.
  • The Imelda Staunton Squad. Shoutout to the one who wasn’t expecting to get splashed in the face. 3/10. 
  • Attractive Farmer Man. his fucking smile. hawt as fuck. 10/10.
  • The One The Farmer Is Totally Banging. She’s dressed really fancy for a villager, with a yellow headdress and shit. Also maybe German??? Who Is She ? 6/10.
  • Clothilde. You married one of the highest ranking members of the Prince’s staff, then as soon as you forget that, you turn into a fishmonger. w h y, clothilde. 1/10.
  • Pere Robert. Remains an actual fucking person despite the fact he can’t remember his bestie Chapeau or who lent him these nice socks (it was Mrs. Potts) 11/10
  • Tom, Dick, and Stanley. Two of these people are very innocent cuddle bunnies. The other one is a pure flawless kitten. In their spare time they are mean and tip over people’s washing. 2/10.
  • The Barber. Gets punched in the dick by Gaston during “Gaston.” A hero. 3/10.
  • The Weird Man in the Cart. You know who I mean. Who the fuck is this man. 5/10.
  • Nice Milliner Lady. ignores her own daughters because she wants to dress the fuck out of Belle. not actually an active character but a generally nice lady. def Chapeau’s mom. 9/10
  • The Bimbettes. Collectively, obnoxious. Individually, obnoxious. They’re all bitches and I love them. 6/10.
  • “Ten Yards!” You sell your ribbon, lady. You sell it. 8/10.
  • The Two Happy Husbands Who Wander By At One Point. We love them. 9.5/10.
  • Agathe. Wants her bread with jam, please and thank you. Will probably kill you and everyone you love. Back the fuck away. No rating because she’d curse me for casting shade
  • Steve the Bartender. So done with Gaston’s shit, and yet has a mural of him on the wall of his tavern. An intriguing enigma. 6/10.
  • The Bartender’s Wife. Making cash on LeFou’s bullshit musical numbers. Can’t fault her for that. 4/10.
  • The Shippy Villager Woman. Literally us. Most recognizable for staring at Adam and Belle adoringly the second they show up. Ships everyone in this story. 9.5/10.
  • Dancing Ladies During ‘Gaston.’ Too talented for his sorry ass. 7/10.
  • Fencing Blokes During ‘Gaston.’ Almost die from armpit wounds?? 2/10.
  • The Dog. Don’t think I didn’t notice the dog. All dogs are pure. 11/10.
Tyler Seguin #11

Requested by Anon:  I was wondering if I could have a Tyler Seguin imagine where Y/N and him get into a fight and its there first fight and Y/N leaves and he doesn’t know and he gets scared and when he finds her he’s like crying and is all fluffy. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense

*Hiii! I hope you like this one. Enjoy!! ALSO IT’S THE BIRTHDAY OF THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. <3*

Word count: 1, 085

Originally posted by brosillustrated

The scene from this morning played on your head like a bad DVD on repeat. You can’t remember everything but you can hear the yelling, you can hear the accusatory tone of your voice and you can hear the frustrated tone of his. Somehow, at the back of your mind, you wish that the saying is true: massive fights lead to massive makeup sex or whatever because if this is how your first fight with Tyler Seguin went, you’re in for a good ride.

Someone grabbed your hand and pulled it out of your mouth. You looked up to see your best friend holding a mug of hot chocolate. She placed it on the table in front of you before staring at you again, “stop biting your nails, it’s a bad habit.”

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The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Prologue

gif creds to Admin Smuttyfairy

Summary: A soulmate!AU based off of Jungkook’s cute thought from an anime that when you hear bells ringing as you pass each other means that is the person you’ll marry/be with.

Member(s): Jimin x reader, Jungkook x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, soulmate!AU

Word count: 1673

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy

A/N: Hello peeps! So for the longest time I’ve been wanting to write a soulmate!AU…AND WELL. Here it is! I hope some of you will find interests in reading this, I’d greatly appreciate. Also, thank you to Admin Jifairy for helping a homie workout this story and thank you to my proof readers

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Jealous Much, Dude? (Jackson x Reader)

I am about to vomit I am so excited. My love for Jackson Wang transcends all boundaries, truly our love is an enigma in itself. But in all seriousness, I love this boy so much because he is a light of happiness in its purest form, bless him. I am so happy how this one turned out as well because I’ve been wanting to write GOT7 scenarios for soooo long. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I loved writing it. Rest in pieces igot7 who follow me.

P.S. Beware: After reading this you will realize how much of a kink I have for Jackson saying baby girl and dirty talk. /douses computer in holy water/

Originally posted by tenthousandmilesforwhat

They say the best things always come in threes. At least sometimes. Definitely not all the time. Especially when it came to the three of you. Things could get complicated. Fast.

Joined at the hip, with you in the middle, Jackson and Mark had been your closest friends since day one. You couldn’t even recall the day you met them because since that day, it’d all been a blur of hormones, stolen glances, ‘friendly’ thigh touches, long, drawn out hugs, and 'casual’ kisses. You’d promised yourself when you were younger that you wouldn’t ever think of being with either of them, they were your best friends, your brothers. No dating, no banging; it would ruin what you already had with them.

Boy, just because you say it doesn’t mean you mean it.

If you were you and Mark was Mark, quiet, sweet, and thoughtful; Jackson was Jackson. No words were capable of properly describing him, he was an enigma of doubled over laughs, bright smiles that crinkled his eyes, and the purest soul you’d ever encountered. 

He’d always been touchy-feely, but there always seemed to be a difference in the way he’d hug other people versus you. He’d hold on longer, treating you like you were porcelain and he could break you with the slightest touch. You had secretly relished the feeling of his lips against your skin when he buried his head into the crook of your neck. Something as simple as that sent heat pooling between your legs and you were sure he noticed every single time. Even the way he’d lean in to whisper something to you, his hair brushing your forehead intimately, his soft voice causing happy chills, and the way he would only make eye contact for a second before looking away and biting his lip made your heart flutter.

You’d always been a late bloomer, puberty coming later for you than anyone had predicted. Basically, your growth spurt began to fuck with his life as you grew curvier and filled out.

Jackson then began to seem uncomfortable being with you alone and overly protective when you hung out with other people, especially boys and you immediately thought he was only thinking of you as his sister. Even Mark, who you looked up to as a brother and was Jackson’s best friend was no exception. He wanted to shield you from all the dangers of the world; the only piece that didn’t fit was his strange behavior around you. Some days he was all touches and flirting, the next he was blunt and quiet, very uncharacteristic of him.

Mark probably talked some sense into him, being the eldest and most mature of the trio. Maybe he smacked him around a little for acting ridiculous and being even more dramatic than he usually was, but eventually he did confess to you. 

“Just tell her you like her, Jackson,” Mark groaned, completely worn out from his friend’s anxiety. “_____ isn’t going to wait for you forever. You and I both know that, so get your ass in gear and confess.”

You’d never seen Jackson so nervous before in all the time you’d known him. He was always so confident and levelheaded, always knew the right thing to say, that smooth lady killer vibe. With you, he completely lost all sense of direction and couldn’t even complete one sentence before he just kissed you. It was a typical Jackson move, no matter how well spoken he was, he’d always been able to express more with actions rather than words. You didn’t know what to do at first, all you’d ever known had been completely changed by a kiss from your best friend. What were you going to do now? How was your friendship ever going to survive? What about Mark? What would he even think of his best friends dating?

A million questions were before you, but the only one you really cared about was the searing kiss from the boy who you’d thought you knew everything about. And the only answer that mattered at that moment was when you kissed Jackson back, your arms around his neck as he practically bounced with joy and kissed you with even more enthusiasm. Of course you’d said yes. You’d be a fool to deny yourself love from someone who’d always loved you and been with you. 

So you found yourself fingers tightly interlocked with one of your best friends, the other one sitting calmly to your other side barely flinching at each jump scare. You practically were about to vomit into the popcorn you were so anxious. This is why you told Jackson and Mark you didn’t want to see the new critically acclaimed horror movie everyone was talking about, because it stressed you out. They taunted you and picked at you, until you said yes. But the real motivation for going was that you could cower into Jackson’s strong arms as many times as you wanted and he could hold your hand the whole time. That was the only plus side to this thing.

Jackson leaned over to you, his eyes smiling in the dim lighting as he whispered, “You okay? Remember, you can always cuddle with me to make the ghosts go away _____." 

He wiggled his eyebrows causing you giggle and swat at him playfully, "Are you sure? I know I can’t see because it’s dark, but I think all my fingers are purple.”
He immediately released your hand from his strong grip, looking sheepish as he breathed out, “Sorry.”

You were about to snatch his hand up again, when he leaned deliciously close to your ear. You shivered, feeling his lips brush against the cusp, barely hanging on as he whispered, “Gotta pee.”

You wanted to smack him upside the head, but also laugh until you cried. You almost would have down both had the stern look Mark was giving you made you quiet down. Jackson flashed his winning smile before silently slipping away down the stairs of the big theater and out the door. You watched his broad back disappear around the corner, the theater suddenly becoming more eerie every second he was gone. 

The movie was approaching its climax, the ghosts and demons haunting the poor family’s farm house making even more frequent appearances, which meant more jump scares. You sidled closer and closer to Mark, desperate to cling onto anything. He sensed your distress and calmly put a comforting arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm soothingly. You buried your head into his shirt, plugging your ears with your fingers as another scream ripped through the speakers of the theater. 

You heard Mark from above whisper, “It’s okay ______, it’s a movie. I won’t let anything get you, okay? You’re fine.”

You felt your heart beat lower significantly and you relaxed into Mark’s arms, feeling much calmer. You could even hear his own heart beat through his thin shirt, steady and soothing. You’d always been jealous of Mark’s nonchalant and cool personality. But what you admired was his selflessness and how much he cared for those around him. He picked up on the mood better than anyone you knew and was always there for you when you were in a tight spot. Mark really was the big brother you had never had and you really appreciated his friendship.

The entire theater suddenly shook from a loud noise from the movie and caused you to practically rip Mark’s shirt off his smooth chest, “Jesus _____,” he cried softly as he grabbed you by the shoulders when you practically jumped into his lap out of fear.

“Jesus _____, is right,” a voice whispered, dangerously quiet, above the gasps from the other people. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Mark?”

You turned to see Jackson looking absolutely furious, having returned from the bathroom and standing despite the angry comments from those viewing the movie. You were confused by his anger, “Jackson what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Just look at yourself first of all,” he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

You realized the compromising position you and Mark were in, limbs tangles, your hands stretching his shirt out, his arm around your shoulders, your head buried into the crook of his neck. You gulped, instantly entangling yourself from your other friend, “Jackson-”

Mark interjected quickly, “Jackson, it’s not what you think at all. _____ got scared, so I was trying to help her and I’m not even sure how it ended like that, but it did.” Even Mark looked nervous now, “I know it looks bad, but all good intentions, I promise. You know I respect your relationship with _____. She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

Jackson was having none of it, he had always been so stubborn, “Yeah well, if touching her like that is your definition of respect, then I’m afraid you need to check yourself again.” He grabbed your hand, his face full of jealousy as he wrenched you from your seat and led you out of the theater through the nearest red exit sign.

You found yourself in the side ally of the popular downtown theater, graffiti decorating the faded red brick. It was early spring and a chill still held in the air. You shivered, regretting when you had taken off your sweater in the theater. You wrapped your arms around yourself to grasp for the little warmth they offered you.

You whirled around at Jackson, seething, “Jackson that was a real dick move back there. Mark-”

Jackson crushed his lips to yours, cutting of your sentence. He possessively cupped your face, drawing you closer to him so that your chests brushed against one another, “Don’t you dare say his name again.”

You rose from the kiss, dazed as your lips throbbed with need for him again. You snapped back into reality, “Jackson Wang, you are being ridiculous. I can say the name of our best friend as many times as I want.”

Jackson’s dark eyes were glinting darkly as he growled, “Go ahead. I dare you. We’ll see what happens when you do.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the raw jealousy bubbling below his handsome features. You’d never seen him so upset before nor this possessive. It pissed you off and aroused you to see him acting this protective of you, “Alright then. Mark, Mark, Mark-”

You felt the wind in your lungs escape with a whoosh as Jackson caged you against the alley wall. His hands bruised your hips as he attached his lips to your sensitive neck. You choked out a moan that mixed with a sob, letting your hands travel up his back and settle in his hair. You’d already given up fighting him, you were his for the taking and all you wanted was for him to take what was his.

He kissed a line up your jaw before roughly dragging your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. He released your hips and pressed his hands against the wall behind you, his body away from your touch. He whispered breathily against your lips, “Who’s name were you going to say again?”

You felt frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. How easily he could make you want him; you whispered achingly, “Yours.”

He lifted a finger and traced from your temple, down your cheek and neck, before tracing round the curve of your breast, “Who’s name?”

You practically shook, the only thing keeping you steady was the cold brick behind you. The tears slipped down your cheek as you moaned, “Yours.

Jackson visibly shivered from your response, his hands coming up to brush the tear falling on your cheek. A hard glint still held in his eyes although his body had relaxed. Your knees knocked together as he looked you up and down, his lashes brushing against his cheeks as he pulled you close to him, his arms winding around you protectively. You buried yourself into his hard chest, savoring his scent and touch as his warm, calloused hands slipped under your shirt and his thumbs drew hypnotic circles on your hips.

He kissed you languidly, a smirk drawing on his lips, his eyes like shadows, “What’s my name? Say my name, ______.”

You pressed yourself against his hips, feeling his half hard member against your stomach, “Jackson.” You needed him desperately, he’d left you in such a state that you didn’t care if people on the busy city street could see him fucking your brains out, you needed him now.

You gasped when he slipped his hand down to rub at your jean clad center, the rough material stimulating your clit. You bucked against his hand and he let you, a smirk on his face, “That’s right baby girl. I’m the one making you feel this way, no one else. Isn’t that right?”

You grabbed onto his shoulders to get leverage when he wedged a thick thigh between your legs, allowing you to ride his leg. Your voice shook as you buried your face deeper into his shirt, “Y-yes. Fuck.

He backed up against the alley wall, his hands grabbing at your ass as he lifted you up until your feet barely brushed the ground. Jackson bit his lip painfully hard as he squeezed your ass with each thrust you gave, “Fuck, baby. Do you wanna ride my dick like this too?”

You could barely choke out an answer, the pleasure of your tight skinny jeans rubbing you was almost too much. He grabbed your hips and forced you to slow down, a smile on his lips as he saw how desperate you were for release, “Come on baby girl, you can’t already be that close.”

You let out a strangled growl, thrashing in his grasp, “Jackson Wang if you don’t let me fucking come-

He hushed you, still grinning at your furious behavior, "Don’t worry baby, there will be plenty of fucking and coming, soon enough.” He carefully set you down on the ground again, making a show of taking his belt off. Each clink it made set you on edge and if you weren’t scared of him suddenly not going through with it, you would have ripped all his clothes of already. 

As soon as he finished, you raked your nails over his toned stomach, feeling each solid indention of his abs. He was so incredibly god-like and sexy you could hardly stand it. You moaned, not caring that you were inflating his ego. He knew you couldn’t resist anything about him, particularly his voice and body, and you weren’t afraid to admit that. As long as you got a reward that is. He smiled brilliantly, nibbling on his bottom lip as you kissed his chest through his shirt, “Oh baby girl, I so wish we were at home right now.”

Any morals and standards you had previously were now gone. You peppered his neck with open mouthed kisses and sucks, “Who cares? You can fuck me anywhere Jackson.”

He laughed, but it was lusty as he replied, “Don’t tempt me ______.”

You were getting impatient, so you reached down and felt for Jackson’s zipper. The wetness in between your legs had literally soaked through your jeans by now, you needed him so bad it hurt. You groaned, palming him through his briefs, “Baby please.”

Jackson smirked, his voice husky, “Of course, anything for you.” He added as an afterthought, his hands running up your sides, “But you asked for it.” He pressed you against the wall in the shadowy alley, blocking out everything but him.

You hurriedly unbuttoned your own jeans, sliding them down your legs faster than you’d ever done before. You went to pull your panties down, but Jackson stopped your hands, “Don’t. You know how much I love ripping them off your body, baby girl.”

You shivered, nodding as he grabbed the sides of your panties and tore them off your body, making easy work of the dainty material. You gasped, as Jackson pushed you against the wall, his hard member already pressing against your dripping folds. He growled, a wolfish grin spreading across his features as he watched your squirm, “Oh baby girl, people from three blocks away are going to know that I’m fucking you up against a wall.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at the hair at the back of his neck impatiently, “Jackson, please!”

He smiled almost sweetly and it looked like normal Jackson’s, but it was laced with desire and possessiveness. He thrust so hard into you that your head knocked against the brick wall painfully from the sheer force, but you honestly didn’t care and he didn’t either. With each snap of his hips, obscene noises escaped your lips and he wasn’t concerned with quieting you down, “That’s right baby, let them know who’s fucking you.”

He was bouncing you so hard on his dick, that you were afraid you would bite your tongue if you spoke. The only word you could choke out was his name, “Jackson!”

Jackson’s eyes were locked on your face, watching your changing expressions with lust. He raked his hands up and down your sides, tearing his fingertips across your hot skin, “Fuck, baby girl. Uh! Just like that!”

You couldn’t stand the sound of his voice praising you, it sent delicious feelings straight to your abused womanhood. You bucked your hips into his, savoring the smack of skin against skin. You were so aroused from fucking into his thigh earlier that you were already close to coming. 

“Jackson,” you moaned, “I’m so fucking close!”

Jackson groaned, his dick twitching as he grew close too, “Who’s fucking you right now?” He slowed down, making you practically wail in frustration. “Say my fucking name, _____.”

You beat your fists against his chest in frustration, raking your nails down his shirt, and bucking into him furiously. You hated and loved the way he made you beg for it, it was sweet torture. You happily gave in, moaning his name desperately, “Jackson!…

He bit his lip and sped his pace up, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Each snap of his hips felt like one step closer and closer to your release. His moans after each time he plunged into you were so sinful, you’re sure that if you would be blushing if you could. Jackson reached down and managed to rub your clit, the feeling just enough to send you over the edge. Your release hit you harder than you could remember, your legs shaking from the amount of pleasure that coursed through you. You walls suddenly clenched surprisingly tightly around his member and he gave a growl as he came inside you suddenly, “Holy fuck, _____!" 

The both of you rode out your highs, grins plastered on your faces as you winded down. Jackson slumped against you, pinning you with his body to the wall as he held you close. He kissed your cheek sweetly, a content smile on his slightly bruised lips, "That was amazing.”

You still didn’t understand how he snapped from this Jackson, to that Jackson. It was like a light switch, but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You ran your fingers through his hair, straightening it from its disheveled appearance, “I love you, Jackson.”

He looked surprised, but it was just a slight widening of his warm brown eyes and shy smile that you realized it was wonder instead. He whispered back softly, every word spoken like they were only meant for you, “I love you too, _____. You’re everything." 

He sounded so innocent that you giggled as he placed you gently back on the ground, retrieving the sad remains of your panties and jeans. Jackson sheepishly handed you your underwear, "Sorry, they’re uh…”

You held the ruined piece of cloth up to the dim lighting before tossing them in the nearest trash can, “Worth it.” You slipped on your jeans and Jackson laughed loudly, tightening his belt without looking. He loved to see the way you looked and moved after having sex with him. The gingerly way you pulled your pants up over your sore hips, the way you look so satisfied and content. He loved it more than he cared to admit.

“Hey, babe? I think we should go find Mark, so you can apologize to him,” you  gave him a stern look, to which he replied with a pitiful pout.

The two of you waited the rest of the movie in the lobby, already feeling guilty. Mark must have figured out what the two of you had been doing already and it made you blush red. Jackson stood up suddenly when a crowd of people flooded into the lobby, “There he is.”

You stood too, immediately finding Mark among the people. To your surprise he looked completely unperturbed when he saw the two of you and headed straight your way.

Jackson took a deep breath and began, “Look man, I know you know-”

Mark sighed, passing a hand over his face in fatigue, “Save it dude. I really don’t care anymore as long as you’re not mad at me. I totally get it and can understand why you were mad.”

Jackson visibly relaxed, slinging an arm around Mark, “This is why you’re my favorite.” You pouted playfully, nudging your way in between them, to which they welcomed you, resting their arms around your shoulders. 

Mark looked down at you cheekily, winking, “Oh. I thought I’d just mention to you that I’m pretty sure everyone in the movie theater knows Jackson’s name now. You done good, _____.”

You blushed, but laughed goodnaturedly, “Someone’s gotta tell them.” You weren’t at all ashamed, in fact, you were a little proud to say the least. 

Jackson nuzzled into your neck, kissing you gently, “Maybe next time they can learn your name, babe. If ya know what I mean,” he grinned, biting his lip and giving you an exaggerated once over. 

You elbowed him in the side, smiling, “Only if you’re a good boy.”

BAP Kissing Styles


  • passionate 
  • you can practically feel the emotion behind his kisses

Yongguk had realized he had gone too far with his words when he saw your eyes brimming with tears. His heart constricted, he had never meant to hurt you but his anger had gotten the best of him.

Before you could turn and run away from him he grabbed you by the arm and drew you into a deep kiss.

“I went too far. I’m sorry Y/N. Please forgive me, I love you,” a strew of apologies left his lips as he drew your lips apart.

Originally posted by painfulblisss


  • intense
  • kisses you whenever and wherever

“Himchan look at me,” you pleaded as you turned his head away from the car window and towards you, “what’s wrong? Just tell me.”

His eyes which were stone cold just a few seconds ago softened, as he saw your pleading eyes, “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I can’t believe I let you wear that dress.”

“What are you talking about?” You were confused.

“Oh come on, you’re telling me you didn’t notice the string of guys after you tonight?”

“No, of course not because you’re the only one I was looking at.” You smiled, a bit amused by his jealousy outburst.

Himchan’s eyes widened with your words and he stared deep into your eyes. Before you knew it, his lips were interlocked with yours and his hands had begun to run down your sides.

Originally posted by painfulblisss


  • tender
  • the type to bite your lip when things get heated

Daehyun sighed, visibly saddened by the fact that he had to leave you to go on tour once again. 

“It’s okay,” you smiled reassuringly, “you’ll be back in no time!”

I’m going to miss you,” he sighed again as he drew you in for a hug. 

He snuggled his head against the crook of your neck “I love you Y/N,” he murmured against you before drawing back with a small smile.

“I love you too.”

With that he tipped your chin slightly up before he leaned down to give you long and sweet kiss.

Originally posted by coupleaims


  • quick pecks or drawn out kisses there is no in between
  • type to lick his lips after

Your laughter was music to Youngjae’s ears as he chased after you.

“How many times have I told you to ask before taking my clothes?” He asked, slightly out of breath from keeping up with you.

“We can talk about this later,” was all you said before you ran out the door, “I’m going to be late meeting my friends!”

Youngjae caught up to you just as you were about to turn on the car. He let out a laugh as he knocked against the front seat window, “come on Y/N, roll down the window.” 

You rolled it down with a smile. 

“I can’t believe you were going to leave without giving me a kiss,” he complained, more upset by that than the fact that you had stolen one of his hoodies.

“Sorry,” you said before he drew you in for a quick kiss.

Originally posted by sensualquotes


  • slow and sweet
  • lots of forehead kisses

You stared at the clock, unable to stay still from the excitement of knowing that Jongup returned from tour today. 

You looking at the dinner table again, making sure that everything was perfect and that all the candles were lit when he came.

The second you heard the door unlock you were running towards the door.

Jongup had just managed to close it shut when you wrapped your arms around him, “you’re back!” 

He let out a small laugh, your force knocking him back a little.

He was finally home and he couldn’t help but smile into your neck as he caught the scent of his favourite and familiar perfume on you. The distinct smell had come to be of comfort for him. “God I missed you,” he said as he drew apart slightly to give you a kiss on the forehead.

Originally posted by pleasingpics


  • playful but timid
  • most likely having to bend down or having to sit you on top of something so your lips reach 

The scent of food instantly made Junhong wake up and gravitate towards the kitchen.

“Good morning” he said, as he circled his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head, “do you need any help?”

“Nope, I just finished,” you announced as you turned the stove off and turned in his arms.

“Did you just wake up?” You smiled, finding his messy hair cute. 

“Mhm, I’m sad you woke up before me though,” was his response before he picked you up and settled you on the counter.

“and why’s that?” you asked as you began to play with his hair. 

“Because I didn’t get to hold you for as long as I wanted to,”  he said before his lips pressed against yours. 

“What was that for?” You asked with a small laugh, after pulling away.

“To make up for it,” he smiled. 

Originally posted by relationshipaims


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National Superhero Day - Avengers x Reader

Words: 1799
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: Steve, Pietro, Wanda, Tony, Clint, Sam, Natasha, Bucky
Warnings: swearing
Summary: On National Superhero Day, the city of New York parties the hardest to thank the heroes that are home to their state and city. You decide you need to do a party hop to helo celebrate with all these festivites going on that involve you helping save the world…but at the third party, there is a karaoke battle.
Requested by anon mixed with my own ideas
I think tumblr ate my request, so if you get this twice pls ignore this. :P Avengers karaoke night! Nat, Sam, and Reader are in an intense battle for first place. 🎤 thanks!
Authors Note:  Happy national superhero day! Technically, where I am, it isn’t anymore, but i know other places it still is. I had a lot of fun with this one, I’ve missed writing random, funny things xD
Songs mentioned:
Life of the Party - All Time Low
Bad Blood - Taylor Swift
Superhero - 5 Seconds Of Summer (but in here let’s pretend there is a studio version)
Bang Bang - Jessie J (w/ Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj)

Avengers / Full Masterlist


"Steve! Tony! Pietro! Wanda!” You yelled when you ran into the common room to find the four sitting and watching TV.

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” Steve asked.

You had too much energy to sit down, which happened a lot. Your abilities to control electricity helped with your energy, meaning you always had a surplus of energy, and barely ever slept. “Do you know what today is?” You jumped up and down, electricity practically coming out of your fingers from excitement.

“The twenty-eighth of April?” Pietro asked.

“Yes!” You pointed to him with a smile. “Anyone know why it’s so special?” You bounced on the balls of your feet.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’re going to explode…this hasn’t happened since you saw a dog on the street two weeks ago. Why is today so special?”

“It’s national superhero day!” You squealed and put your hand up in the air, a bolt of electricity escaping your hand and caused a light to fall. “Oops…”

The four chuckled a bit. “I got it,” Wanda said and moved her hands around to put the light back on the ceiling.

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Sometimes you don’t fall in love with someone at first sight. Sometimes it happens over a period of weeks, months, years; sometimes it happens over and over again.

Alternatively: Vivi Swore She Wouldn’t Write Angst Anymore but Here She Is, After Watching Hyunsik’s Swimming MV, Full of Regrets (ok there isn’t any angst in this first part thank god it was too long so i chopped it i swear)

  • Eunwoo’s parents making month-long annual trips every school holiday to Eunwoo’s mum’s hometown by the sea 
    • Baby!Eunwoo gurgling and laughing when wet by sea spray 
    • One year old Eunwoo holding a smol crab in his hands, eyes wide in awe
    • Two year old Eunwoo making smol footprints with his dad in the sand 
    • Three year old Eunwoo stacking rocks and happily talking to himself 
    • Four year old Eunwoo sticking his feet in the sea and squealing loudly for his mum to pick him up because it’s cold, mama it’s cold 
    • Five year old Eunwoo holding his brother’s hand and clutching a fish and beaming at the camera 
  • And it’s on this sixth trip that Eunwoo’s mum winds a silver chain around Eunwoo’s neck and brings him to a neighbourhood jewellery store 
    • It isn’t so much of a jewellery store as a trinket shop that happens to carve sea glass beads
    • Eunwoo’s mum gets a new one every year and only swaps it out when she heads back to her hometown, almost like a renewal of sorts, as if telling the sea and the sky that she’ll keep them in her heart and she promises, promises, promises that she’ll come back the next year 
    • And even if Eunwoo and his brother don’t grow up with their feet in saltwater and sea breeze in their hair, she wants them to have at least something that reminds them of her own home 
    • So every year she intends to bring Eunwoo and his brother to the store to let them pick out colours they like and swap out the previous year’s charm for a new one
  • And so Eunwoo is five when he stumbles into the shop for the first time 
    • He’s entranced by tinkly windchimes and odd-shaped mirrors, hands wandering over soft cushions and old silver boxes, surrounded musty wood-lacquer smell and a stronger, overriding smell of the sea 
    • Eunwoo stopping by a quaint little mirror 
    • Eunwoo blinking because this doesn’t seem like a mirror 
    • Those aren’t his eyes and that isn’t his hair 
    • And when he reaches out a hand his not-reflection blinks and moves out of the way 
    • Eunwoo blinks
    • Eunwoo: “you’re not a reflection" 
    • Not-Reflection, blinking back: 
    • Eunwoo, stretching his finger 
    • Not-Reflection squeaking and scuttling off 
    • Eunwoo, jumping back slightly and scrambling to find his mum 
  • And he sees Not-Reflection sat down on a glass counter, small chubby arms wrapped around a woman’s neck and head tilted so he can monitor Eunwoo out the corner of his eye 
    • Eunwoo raising a hand to say hi 
    • Not-Reflection ducking his head and burying his nose in the woman’s shoulder 
    • Eunwoo’s mum cooing: "awww he’s shy, isn’t he? Eunwoo was like that last year too" 
    • And suddenly the two women are talking like old friends, gesturing and using Big Words and stuff until the woman lets Not-Reflection down to the floor
    • The woman: "Go make friends, Binnie!" 
  • Cue Binnie peeking out from behind the glass counter, big eyes blinking at Eunwoo 
    • Eunwoo doesn’t know what to do????? 
    • Eunwoo: "Binnie? Hi?" 
    • Binnie peeking at Eunwoo: 
    • He raises a hand in greeting like his teacher taught him and Binnie immediately ducks back behind the counter 
    • Eunwoo pouting until he notices Binnie poking his head out again 
    • Rinse and repeat until Eunwoo notices Binnie starting to giggle each time he pokes his head out 
    • Oh
    • They’re playing hide & seek 
    • Eunwoo grinning because he’s good at this!! 
  • Except his mum is calling for him and asking him to choose a bead 
    • Bin pouting because does this mean he can’t play with his new friend anymore?
    • Eunwoo’s mum setting his brother down on the glass counter and letting him point at random beads and babble 
    • Bin’s mum lowering a tray of beads to the floor so Eunwoo and Bin can kneel over it and pick
    • Eunwoo carefully scrutinising the beads before settling on a cloudy white one 
    • Bin beaming and shaking out a thin black corn from under Binnie’s shirt because look !!! 
    • The same!!!! 
    • Binnie & Eunwoo can match!!!! 
    • Eunwoo’s mum laughing 
  • Eunwoo leaving his mum to discuss with Bin’s mum how she wants the number 6 carved on the bead since it’s Eunwoo’s sixth year visiting in favour of poking Bin’s cheek 
    • Very squish, Eunwoo approves 
    • Bin looks mildly offended before prodding Eunwoo’s too 
    • Eunwoo, giggling a little before offering a slightly garbled: "my name’s Eunwoo!!" 
    • Bin, with his finger still buried in Eunwoo’s cheek: "Eu Noo?" 
    • Do you remember when Bin used to tag his 달콩 photos with 으누 instead of 은우 I’m so weak
    • Eunwoo, gently dislodging said finger: "Eunwoo!" 
    • And as his mother’s taught him to greet new friends, Bin reaches up to Eunwoo on his tippy toes and presses a sticky kiss to Eunwoo’s cheek 
    • Eunwoo blinking 
    • Eunwoo breaking out into a smile 
  • And this is how Bin ends up stuck to Eunwoo’s side the rest of Eunwoo’s visit 
    • Down to the wooden-plank pier? 
    • Bin’s trailing behind Eunwoo, talking Eunwoo’s ear off about how that one time he saw a bird as huge as a monster fly down and scoop chips from his dad’s open hand 
    • At the candy store? 
    • Bin pointing out different candies he really likes and Eunwoo using his extra height to scoop more of them to shove in a bag 
    • In Bin’s mum’s shop? 
    • Eunwoo’s reading aloud to an increasingly sleepy Bin until Bin’s cheeks squish against Eunwoo’s shoulder and Eunwoo dozes off too 
    • In Eunwoo’s grandpa’s garden?
    •  Eunwoo’s pointing out different plants and giving them random names like "the Terminator” and “Butt” and Bin’s laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard in ages 
    • Eating snacks? 
    • Eunwoo’s counting the number of marshmallows Bin can stuff in his cheeks without them bursting and Bin’s giggling because Eunwoo looks so focussed 
    • Both of them yelling in dismay when all this gooey, pink marshmallowey gunk starts spewing from Bin’s mouth as a result of him giggling 
  • The month winding up way too soon and all of a sudden Eunwoo’s mum’s packing up Eunwoo’s stuff into luggage bags 
    • And when the day comes for Eunwoo to leave their mums promise to stay in touch and Bin’s looking at Eunwoo like he doesn’t understand the concept of a year 
    • Bin: “How long’s that?" 
    • Eunwoo, thoughtfully: "Long." 
    • Bin, suddenly fiercely hugging this boy with bright eyes and beautiful smile who ran his fingers over boxes and sauntered into Bin’s life 
    • Eunwoo being slightly stunned but smiling and hugging him back because he’ll miss his friend 
    • But it’s okay!! He’ll see him in a year and that’s really all that matters
  • Except they don’t really know how long a year is
    • Bin, two days after Eunwoo left for the city: “Ma, when’s Eunwoo coming back?”
    • Bin, three days after Eunwoo left: “Is a year up yet?”
    • Bin, four days after Eunwoo left, picking at his fingernails and refusing to look up: “Why isn’t Eunwoo coming back?”
    • Bin’s mum answer’s always: “Eunwoo’s coming back in a year, baby” but Bin never knows how much that is 
    • Bin, rolling on the ground: “Is a year up yet?”
    • Bin, face squished against the glass counter as his little feet kick the air: “Has it been a year yet?”
    • Bin, rubbing the pale white stone around his neck: “It’s been a week and Eunwoo isn’t back yet, when’s he coming back?”
    • Until one day Bin’s mum hands him a calendar and a marker and tells him to cross off the days and once he makes it through an entire calendar, he’ll see Eunwoo again 
  • And of course Bin starts on it right away 
    • He crosses off every single box every single day for a month 
    • And then promptly loses his marker and forgets all about it 
    • Because Eunwoo or not, life as a four year old goes on and Bin has things to see and places to explore 
    • Until a year rolls around and Bin’s curled up on the sofa in his family shop tinkering around with some wind chimes 
    • And a boy with a white sea glass bead on a silver chain barrels into the shop, yelling: “BIN!!” 
  • And just like this, Bin and Eunwoo fall back into place, side by side, hand-in-hand, running around and falling asleep and eating and yelling and playing hide and seek and doing dumb things
    • Bin: “I dare you to eat sand.”
    • Eunwoo:
    • Bin:
    • Eunwoo:
    • Bin: “no actually you’re right don’t do it”
  • Eunwoo picking a pale blue sea glass bead and Bin picking an exact same one and both of them staring curiously as Bin’s mum snaps a magnifying glass on and starts carving a small 7 on Eunwoo’s bead’s smooth surface
    • Eunwoo smoothly sliding Bin’s bead onto his black cord and looping it around his neck and tucking it into his shirt 
    • Bin’s chubby fingers sliding Eunwoo’s piece on Eunwoo’s chain and Bin beaming with pride when he hands it back to Eunwoo 
  • And this time, when Bin sees Eunwoo off, he presses a small glass vial, half-filled with sand and topped with seawater (prepared by Bin’s mum under Very Careful Supervision by Binnie himself), so “when you go back to city life you’ll still think of me!”
    • Eunwoo throwing his arms around Bin and laughing because look!!! his friend made a thing!!!!!!!
  • And there it stays, on Eunwoo’s windowsill in the city 
    • Eunwoo looking up from where he’s playing on the floor when sunlight streams through his window and the seawater makes the light dance 
    • Eunwoo lying on the ground and squinting at the shadows and rainbows the bottle casts
    • Eunwoo adjusting him position on the ground and watching sunlight filter through the bottle on his windowsill right onto his hands 
    • Eunwoo watching the water ripple sometimes when a door bangs somewhere in their apartment and pretending it’s the same way his best friend’s eyes sparkle when he’s talking about something he loves
    • Eunwoo sometimes pulling the bottle from his windowsill and feeling its soft, small weight in his palm
    • Eunwoo pretending that here, this is it, this is an adequate replacement for him holding his best friend’s hand, going around with sand beneath their feet and salt in their hair and cheeks flushed red from laughing
    • Eunwoo smiling because yeah, he just got back from holiday but suddenly he’s really looking forward to the trip next year again

see i told you there wasn’t any angst (yet)

“I hate hospitals.”

For: @vanessa-found-a-boy
Pairing: Sonny Carisi/Reader
Warnings: Reader in the hospital
Word Count: 811

“Hey, beautiful,” Sonny murmured as he let himself through the doorway of the sterile hospital room you were resting in. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his blue ones, a gentle sigh escaping you as he approached. “How are you feeling?”

You licked your lips, still regaining awareness after the nap you’d slipped into unintentionally. You rolled your head before looking back to him, fear clouding your eyes just slightly. Hospitals were a part of your life – they had been for years, and you figured being scared of them was pointless, but it never stopped you from being on edge the whole time.

You took a deep breath, debating the answer to his question as Sonny sat down on the edge of the mattress. You thoughtlessly scooted your legs over, giving him more room. Your fingers ran against the rough fabric of the warm sheet the nurse had provided you with and the constant beeping of the heart monitor they’d connected you to was echoing in your head, “Tired, I guess.”

Sonny leaned forward, kissing your nose. You shivered as the light contact tickled your skin slightly. He reached for your hand, ignoring the IV taped to the back of your palm as he laced your fingers together, “I suppose that’s to be expected. My ma always told me that hospitals were the least restful places on the planet.”

“She’s right,” you mused. Between the constant checks from nurses, intercom calls for code blues, and the itchy tape from the IV you were certain that any real sleep would be hard to come by. It usually was.

Sonny adjusted himself on the bed, kicking off his shoes and resting beside you, leaning against half of the pillow. His free arm wrapped around your shoulder, long fingers rubbing the skin just below the sleeve of your hospital gown. He kissed your temple, his other hand still holding yours tightly, reminding you of the love you shared. Your head fell against his chest, eyes closing again as your breathing evened out, allowing his comfort to wash away everything else.

“I’m sorry I’m here,” you paused. “Again.”

Sonny squeezed your hand and you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. He had known early on that this was going to be a common occurrence. You had received a kidney transplant in high school, and with the immunosuppressant drugs and potential complications of your condition, hospitals were practically your home away from home.

He looked down at you with all of the love he could muster, “You have an infection, love. You don’t have to apologize for that. We’ll get some antibiotics in you, get it all under control, and then go home. I’ll be here every step of the way.”

You shrugged, looking away momentarily and loosening your grip on his hand, “I guess.”

“Hey,” he cooed, trying to get your attention again. His long fingers brushed against your soft cheek, but you tried to shy away from him by pressing the side of your face into the less-than-fluffy hospital issued pillow. “Talk to me?”

“You know I hate hospitals,” you moaned.

“I do,” he nodded, keeping the smile threatening to spill onto his features at bay as he processed your childlike whine.

“I just worry that whenever I go in,” you paused, swallowing hard. You turned to face him, grip tightening against his own hand again, ignoring the pull of the needle as you moved. “I worry I won’t be coming out that time.”

Sonny remained immobile, his eyes locked on yours. Eventually, he ran a hand through your hair and pulled you close, lips touching the top of your head as he let out a slow, steady breath. Your own heart rate increased. You had stated the fear you knew you both had. The wrong antibiotic, going in a day too late, any number of small errors could amount to the end.

“You’re coming home with me,” he stated firmly, his words more of a promise than an offer. “Because we did catch it fast, because I love you, and because we always make certain you have the best doctors we can find. I don’t want you to worry about that, not anymore.”

You swallowed hard, nodding as you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, “I can try.”

He smiled softly, “That’s all I can ask. Now, where’s the remote? I think Big Bang Theory is on.”

“I would rather watch Modern Family,” you countered, turning the volume up on the television and flipping through the channels.

“I suppose it would be rude if I fought you on this one?” Sonny asked playfully, adjusting so his legs were under the sheet and wrapping with your own.

Your head fell against his chest once more as you smiled, “I am the one in the hospital, Sonny.”

Modern Family it is.”

** My favourites

Lazy Saturdays and Eskimo Kisses (1/1 | 3,970 | Rated E) **

Even spends the weekend with Isak being cute and getting up to some shenanigans.

The aftermath (8/8 | 8,297 | Rated T) **

Since Skam is on hiatus till the 14th here’s my every day fanfiction of what I think Isak is going through after the events of Episode 5. It’ll cover all the 8 days until Skam comes back.

And if they taste the same, would you love again? (4/4 | 5,700 | Rated M) **

It’s like we are running our own private marathon yet we are lying there absolutely still apart from the breathing and my sobs that I just cant control. Because how can he not want this? How can he not feel whatever cosmic shit is happening when were together? I am so angry at him, I am so scared, and I haven’t got a fucking clue where we go from here, apart from that at this moment in time I don’t care. I just need him. I need him to tell me its alright, that he is mine, and that it was all a fucking mistake. But he doesn’t. Instead he just kisses me. And it’s fucking breathtaking.

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Still one of the best Leader-Maknae relationships I have ever seen. Full of love, adoration, and respect for one another.
Yongguk basically raised Junhong for years and he loves the kid. In return, you’ll see the respect and adorartion Zelo has for BYG.

Just look at that smile in the last gif. Tell me if that isn’t the smile of a proud father figure to his son who grew up well.

Lost Souls: Searching

Originally posted by ostrichyung

Part Two of Lost Souls; Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

A big thanks to @suhotrashanon and @boymeetsfiction for taking the time to help me edit this story.

What happens when your soulmate is about to marry another?

Sunlight crept through the curtains, shining onto your closed eyes which made you groan in your groggy state. Your head was pounding, the world spinning. An empty wine bottle laid beside you as a reminder from the night before. The crying, the phone calls, and the sappy movies. Your friends had tried to cheer you up, but it wasn’t like they could do much. You had lost your soulmate to another. This was something you couldn’t just get over.  It was safe to say last night was a complete shit show. 

You carefully exited your bed to make your way to your bathroom. Your sight was blurry still from the tears.Reaching that bathroom, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked ghastly. Hair disheveled, looking like it desperately needed to be washed. Your eyes red and puffy. You had clearly not been sleepy by the dark circles under your eyes. You skin looked dull, as if never exposed to the sun’s rays.

You turned on the cold water, splashing some onto your face in an attempt to wake your senses and clean the mess from the night before. There was a ping from the bedroom. Your phone had just received an text. Probably one of your friends making sure you were alive. You placed your hands on the cold stone sink, fighting back the tears. Today was the day Jiho was getting married. How were you going to do this?

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last day

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Title: last day
Pairing: SHINee/Reader
Genre: Childhood AU
Summary: On the first day of school, she recalls that it was the last day of her loneliness.

It was the third day of school when she was lonely –in the sense that the teacher was sitting a few meters away from her, much more when she waited for her parents to pick her up. Her favorite character’s backpack was pressed to her chest as she laid her little head over it, her hair tied in beautiful braids as she swung her feet to the beat of nothingness. The world was a little bit easier for her, barely seven –since she had had her birthday not long ago- and only caring about her favorite snacks and shows. Her hums are a little bit lost as she opens her backpack to see if she had left a little bit of food when she ate breakfast, but she was welcomed by an empty spot in the usual container that had her meals. Her lips pucker up in thought as she lets out a soft sigh, taking out her old doll that had been with her since she was four years old. Her parents wouldn’t tell her why she couldn’t have another toy, but she loved her doll endlessly…it was like one of her closest friends, even more when she was starting school and most kids were a lot more energetic than her.

Yet, she feels the wood of the seat she had sat on sounding slightly and she looks over at the person to her side, expecting to see the teacher asking her if she was okay, but she was welcomed by a kid. His lips were pouty, his top lip a little bit thicker than his bottom one, his eyes looking at her eyes with seriousness, which as she grew older thought was funny because his fluffy cheeks made him look like the cutest person in the world. One of his eyebrows has a small spot, which she thought was incredibly cute and at that moment, she couldn’t quite remember the name of the kid with the baggy uniform, but a week later she got to know his name was Kim Kibum. He wasn’t the most talkative of kids, she just knew that he liked to draw a lot and that sometimes he didn’t listen to the teacher, but he seemed friendly. At that moment, he looks up at the rays of sunshine that fell over the cherry blossoms and then he speaks.

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Imagine having a small get-together with Chris.

A/N: Hey guys, I haven’t given up writing the mini-series. This is Part 4 and I’m pushing through and writing Part 5 and Part 6 today. (I am unsure as to how many parts there will be.) Hopefully I’ll get them done and schedule them to be posted tomorrow and the day after. I’ve been really busy with Christmas coming up, and work’s been hectic. So have some patience and we’ll get to the end. Okay, that’s all- enjoy. Oh yes, here are the links to the previous parts. (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts - Masterlist and Baby Fever Part 1/Part 2/Part 3) I’ll add them once I get home.

“It’s ironic, really.” Your best friend, Luca said as she watched you entertain Phoebe with the snowman plush from your mantel decor. You turned to her with a raised brow and she chuckled before she explained. “How you say you don’t like kids but are so good with them.”

“I am not good with kids,” you laughed. “You’re talking about my better half over on the couch, he’s the child whisperer.” You beckoned your head at your husband; Chris was busy watching the game with Luca’s husband and a few other friends.

“You are so good with kids,” Carly said and narrowed her eyes at your eye roll. “At my wedding, you were the only one who could get Ben’s niece to stop eating the flowers from my bouquet.” She reminded you, and you and Luca laughed. “God, help that one.”

“All I did was give her something better to eat, it was no big deal.” You waved it off and your friends rolled their eyes. “I am not good with kids,” you shook your head. “I don’t even like kids that much. Honestly- if Phoebe wasn’t my niece, I don’t think I would give her the time of day. I guess I’m just one of those horrible kid haters,” you shrugged.

“Stop it,” Luca chuckled. “You are not a kid hater, you just think you are because when you were younger you worked in a restaurant where you met your fair share of little brats that ruined you for other children.” You felt your jaw tightened at the memory of that little boy who dirtied half the restaurant in attempt to get his useless parents to pay him attention. “But you are not a waitress anymore, you’re a writer who should definitely consider having children.”

“I agree,” Carly nodded with a smile. “It is a huge change and it is going to be hard and you are going to be tired, I won’t sugarcoat it. But- it is so worth it, Y/N. Ben and I- we love Jackson. He makes us more than just a married couple, he makes us a family.” You let out a soft sigh because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that before. “I don’t know, babe. I just feel like you are going to make an amazing mom and your kids are going to be perfect.”

“And I just feel like Chris put you guys up to this,” you joked and laughed when they did. “I am thinking about it, I just- I am not at the point of making a decision yet. I told him I would give him an answer at the end of the week and it’s only the second day,” you chuckled wearily.

“He’s eager to be a dad,” Luca smiled. “You knew Chris wanted kids even before you married him, surely you didn’t expect anything less.” You sighed with a small smile because you didn’t. “You’re not good with change, we get it but- this is going to be a good change.”

“Hold up, did Chris put you guys up to this?” You asked in a more serious tone. “Is changing my mind the reason for this get together? Because we haven’t talked about anything else, just babies.”
Chris overheard you piecing things together from the couch and pressed his lips together. He told you about the get together while you were putting up the tree, you had no memory of it but he assured you that it was planned. And it was, but it wasn’t something you knew about. You assumed it was because you were so busy that you’d forgotten about it but now that you actually thought back, that didn’t sound like you at all; you were always prepared for drop-ins because you were an ambivert that needed to mentally prepare yourself for company. He heard you scoff with realization and quickly excused himself.

“My love,” Chris hugged you from behind and you rolled your eyes, biting back your smile. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asked then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Because you look ten out of ten, eleven even.”

“Told you she’d figure it out.” One of your husband’s best friends, Dean called from the couch. “Your wife is more than just banging, she’s got the brains too.” He glanced over at you and winked, making you laugh as you nodded his way.

“Watch your fucking mouth, bro.” Chris jokingly warned, purposely hugging you tighter; your man was being low key protective and you loved it. “That’s my wife you’re talking about. Don’t make me suit up and fight you.” Dean rolled his eyes then turned his attention back to the TV.

“Did you seriously bring our friends over here to sway me?” You looked up at Chris and chuckled when he pressed his lips together. “Why didn’t you tell them to bring their children too?” You quipped sarcastically but he answered.

“‘Cause then it would’ve been really obvious,” he muttered sheepishly and you laughed. “I’m sorry, okay?” He managed a small smile. “I didn’t mean to be manipulative, I just wanted you to hear someone else tell you how great it is to be a parent and how great you’ll do as a parent.”

“I know, baby.” You chuckled and kissed his jaw. “You’re trying to ease my doubt and I appreciate that, I just need you to tone it down a little so I can think.” You told him and he nodded understandingly. “No more, please? At least until the end of the week.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

Everyone chuckled under their breath, or smiled at your naivety. You had no idea and you didn’t suspect a thing; Phoebe was Chris’ master plan, everything else was just a little extra nudge. You were going to change your mind by the end of the week, Chris was sure of it. Even your friends could feel it, just spending a few hours at your house. They saw the way you looked at Phoebe; the way you were enjoying having a little person around; the way you smiled when you watched Chris play with your niece. You didn’t know it yet but- you were ready and you were going to agree to becoming the mother of Chris’ child soon.

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