but you make my stomach warm

Stay for the night

So… I had this idea earlier today and I’ve been working on it since 3PM. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Lots of love, B xx

The house is empty and silent, much different than when you first arrived and the last bottles of beer and wine have been tossed in the bin just outside of Harry’s kitchen. You’ve managed to tidy things up a bit, make the house less messy than when his drunk guests left almost half an hour ago and now, after washing your hands from the sticky remnants of beer that got all over them while you cleaned up, you can finally try and find him and bid your goodbyes.

When you do find him, he’s sitting on his couch, legs spread open and a hand resting on his tummy, his head tipped back and resting against the back of the couch, a frown on his forehead and his lips pressed in a tight line - if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s fighting nausea but you know the truth. You know he’s just about to pass out and sleep for the rest of the night on his couch and the only thing he’s waiting for is for you to leave - he’s too much of a gentleman to let you just leave without saying goodbye.

Smiling, you stand between his legs, one knee resting on the small bit of the couch that’s available and you lean forward, hand reaching for the curls that fall across his forehead, your fingers pushing it back in a slow rub against his scalp and he hums in appreciation of the gesture.

“Everyone’s gone.” You inform him, thumb smoothing across the frown lines on his forehead and he relaxes under your touch, his face turning softer, his lips opening around a sigh of contentment. “I’ve cleaned up so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”

“Didn’t have to.” He says and you can see his sleepy green eyes open to glare at you, but the effect of his intended angry stare is just a grumpy and pouty, too sleepy to look menacing stare. “‘M a grown man, can do my own cleaning.”

“Know you are…” You giggle, cupping his face in one of your hands and rubbing your thumb across his pouty lips. “Just wanted to help.”

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BTS reaction to you sleeping on their chest

A/N: this is my first reaction, I hope everyone will enjoy it^^

Rapmonster (namjoon): He would be sitting comfortabely on the couch in the living room with an open book in his hand. You were sitting next to him as his shoulder was resting around you so you could lay your head on his chest. After a while it would be really silent as he was reading his book so he looked down just to see your sleeping face. He would be smiling sheepishly because of your fair skin which made you look like a little baby.

“why do you have to look cute in everything that you do?”

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Jin (seokjin): It would be a lazy sunday when you two would be lying on your shared bed. You’re head was resting on his chest as his arms were wrapped around your smaller form. “jagi? jagi…Y/N?” he would ask confusedly as you didn’t laugh at his dad joke. He would turn his head towards you and instantly would widen his eyes as he saw you sleeping soundly on his chest. The little snores that escaped your throat was everything to make him know that you were deeply asleep. Slowly getting up without waking you up, he took the blanket from the far end of the bed to tuck you into it. He tiptooed out of the room to make his way to the kitchen. He was planning on making a little soup for you because of the hunger that always grow into you when you wake up.

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Jhope (hoseok): You two would be sprawled out on the floor of the practice room after a few hours of dancing. Because of the sleeveless top you were wearing you could feel the coldness of the floor hit your skin so you rolled over to your boyfriend’s side. “Im cold.” you murmured as you snuzzled your face in his chest. “Come here~” he would embrace you into a tight hug as you instantly felt warm because of his body heat. His stomache then made a weird nose, making his lips form an ‘O’ shape. “jagiya~ is it fried chicken or pizza for tonight?” he asked and felt slightly embarrassed for the loud noise of his stomache. “Y/N?” he would ask softly as he didn’t receive a respond. “aww~” he looked down to see your chubby cheek pressed against his chest as you selpt. “my jagiya is the cutest!” he would be internally fanboying over your cuteness.

Originally posted by nnochu

Suga (Yoongi): It was late at night when you entered Yoongi’s studio with some snacks and coke in your hands. You decided to bring him some food and not to sleep despite him being busy lately. He didn’t have the time to eat properly because of his hard work for their upcoming album so you always made sure that he was fed. “Y/N, I told you to just go to sleep.” he whined and watched you sitting comfortabely on his lap. “it’s past midnight and you haven’t eat anything, you worry me” you pouted and laid your head on his shoulder. He softened because of your words but still went further with his work. After two hours he finally finished and leaned back in his chair as he embraced your form tightly. “I finished” he said but got silence in return. Looking to you, he would realise that you fell asleep. He would snuzzle his nose against your temple and carry you to your shared bed. 

Originally posted by yoongles

Jimin: you two would be lying in each other’s embrace as you cuddled in bed. His mascular arms encircled itself around your waist to pull you onto his chest as you giggled cutely, making him also giggle. “I’m tired” you whined and laid your head against his chest as you totally relaxed. “sleep then” he said and brought the blanket up to cover your body which was in a pyjama. His soft stare would be fixated on your sleepy face as he sang a lullaby. Your eyes closed itself slowly until you deeply were asleep. “sweet  dreams, cutiepie” he whispered and kissed your head lovingly. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

V (Taehyung): After a long session of playing with your puppy, he would fall asleep under the table as you made your way to your boyfriend who was lying on your couch, watching a movie on the TV. “taetae~” you would beam and lay down on his chest. “hm?” he asked and kissed your cheek as you looked up. “let’s cuddle” you suggested and received nothing else but his famous cute smile in return. “only if you won’t fall asleep” he challenged. “deal” you accepted his offer and immediately laid back down as you clutched onto him. Taehyung counted to thirty and looked down to see you already asleep on his chest.”this girl” he shook his head and putted his oversized sweater over you to keep you warm.  

Originally posted by helendrv

Jungkook: you would be lying on his broad chest as both of you laid on the sofa, him being busy playing games. “jungkook~” you whined for the millionth time that day. You were eager to go outside because of the good weather but he told you that he first had to win the game. You just shrugged it off but it has been two hours since he started to play that game and it worked on your nerves. “wait jagiya…I almost finished” he said but you already gave up as you turned your head away from the TV. Silently falling asleep you embraced him tightly, making it difficult for him to move his arms. He sighed and also give up. “you won” he said in between a sigh, thinking that you were playing with him until he looked own to see you fully asleep on his chest. He would widen his eyes and let go of his controller as he embraced you too, giving you his warmth so you peacefully could sleep. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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Mr. Hemmings

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

Originally posted by irweicake

Words: 5.5K

Request: No

Rating: R [A HIGH AMOUNT OF DOMINANCE AND TALKING DIRTY] 


The sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.

“Y/N what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.

“I don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.

“Really Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.

“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.” Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.

“Ugh.” You groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight somewhat blinding your eyes.

“It’s the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.

“What do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear the door slam shut, making you stand and  walk out your bedroom and straight to the washroom.

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.

You made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your beautiful neighbor.

Just a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean and slender.

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost. You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours, his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk, his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and looking up towards you.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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halerogers  asked:

sterek + “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”? <3

AHHHHH CHARLIE!!!! I LOVE FILLING PROMPTS FOR YOU OH MY GOSH! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (ALSO ON AO3!)

“I just kissed your forehead, chill,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes as he plopped down in the comfy armchair by the other end of the couch, folding his legs to set his ankle on his knee. He picked his biochemistry book up from where he had set it on the floor, resting it on his thigh as he cracked it open, flipping through the pages until he found his desired page.

But Derek could not chill. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Because Stiles had just kissed him.

Yeah, sure, Stiles had a point, he had just kissed him on the forehead, but still! It was still a kiss! Regardless of where exactly it was!

The important part was that Stiles had just kissed him! How could he be expected to chill after that? It just wasn’t feasible.

He had been ass over elbows for the hyperactive, unbelievably intelligent, too-curious-for-his-own-good teen since the first time he had met him. At least, he had been unconsciously. It had taken him a little while to realize it and once he had, he immediately launched into a vigorous campaign of self-loathing and self-denial, reminding himself at every turn why his feelings were stupid and wrong and irrefutably unrequited.

For quite some time, a few years, in fact, Derek had downright hated himself for his attraction to Stiles, having sworn off love and romance and attraction years ago, once after Paige’s untimely death and again after the fire that had claimed the lives of almost his entire family. But then Stiles had waltzed into his life, trespassing in more than one way, and tossed all of his plans to live the rest of his miserable life alone right out the window

Over years of working together, even before they were officially pack members or even friends, and regularly saving each other’s lives, the initial spark of Derek’s interest had been stoked into a slow, constantly burning fire that resided somewhere deep in his heart. Now, every time he so much as saw Stiles — or heard his voice, or received a text from even, or even just remembered something about him ― a warmth radiated through his body that felt like a ray of sunshine coursing through every fiber of his being, rushing through every vein and capillary in his body.

Derek was pretty sure he was in love with him.

He loved the way Stiles never held back with anything he did in life, thrusting himself into whatever he chose to do, whether it be researching the most recent supernatural threat, or ferreting out as much information as he could about reports of hunters, to diving headfirst into his college courses or learning how to make all sorts of healthy foods to keep his dad’s heart healthy. He loved Stiles’ razor sharp wit, never at a loss for a snappy rejoinder or sarcastic remark, in spite of whether or not it was appropriate to be making such sardonic comments, or perhaps because of it.

He loved Stiles’ selflessness, at time disturbingly willing to lay down his life for those he cared about, leaping into harm’s way more times than Derek could, or at least more than he cared to, count. He loved the way that Stiles wasn’t afraid one bit to be himself, never paying any mind to those who sought to discourage him or put him down, growing more and more confident with each and every passing day.

Hell, it was useless to list everything he loved about Stiles because he loved everything about him.

Every nuance of his facial expressions ― the way he furrowed his brows when he was concentrating, the way his lips twisted up at the corner when he smirked, the way his temple twitched when he was angry. Every behavioral quirk ― the way he dotted his i’s, the way he chewed on the drawstrings of his hoodies and the sleeves of his obnoxious flannels, the way he hummed under his breath when he did the dishes or folded his laundry.

The only problem was that he didn’t love Derek.

Derek had, quite foolishly, convinced himself that he might actually have a chance with him when Stiles had officially made the announcement that he was bisexual, but the newly out teenager had never made any indication whatsoever that he had interest in him. That had been over a year and Derek had since given up all hope that Stiles might ever harbor any romantic feelings for him, resigning himself to a life of unrequited pining, sure that Stiles would never show him any ounce of affection that wasn’t purely platonic.

And then he went and kissed Derek like it was no big deal. Granted, it was only on the forehead and he had a valid, non-romantic, strictly platonic reason to do it.

With the moon tucked away in the shadow of the earth during a late autumn lunar eclipse, Derek was just about as human as Stiles was, leaving him vulnerable to all sorts of things like regular bullets without the wolfsbane and other types of weapons. Apparently, it also meant that he was able to contract human illnesses. Like the common cold.

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BEHAVE

SUMMARY - With Steve on a mission and Bucky in a meeting , you decide to have a little fun sexting. Things get dirty when Bucky comes back from the meeting . 

WARNINGS- daddy kink .SMUT , NSFW GIF , oral (MR , FR), phone sex 

WORDS - 3k+

A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.


[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]

Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for Bucky to come back from the meeting .

2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their mission .

“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be rewarded .”

There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself , but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came , you’d cum harder than ever .

But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to have a little fun of yours .

You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching lingerie that you knew both of them liked .

It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy and innocent at the same time.

You stood in front of the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand , your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing wouldn’t hurt .

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Daddy.

(Left the teacher unnamed for anyone you want to implement.)

You and your friends sat at a table in the back. Joking around. He sat as his desk watching you intently. “Guys if I have to tell you to be quiet again I’m going to have to separate you.” He growls. “Okay Dad.” You smirk. He immediately felt his pants tighten and you turn to return to your assignment. It was your last class of the day and you were ready to go home. The bell sounded off and allowed the class to leave. You stood up and walked out of the classroom, joining the rest of your friends. As the last students filed out, he groaned in annoyance. He couldn’t believe you’d say that so casually. He sat back in his chair and continued to grade his assignments.

The next day you and your friends were sitting in your usual spot at lunch. He happend to be walking back from the teachers lounge. His classroom was passed there. He could hear the music from one of your friends’ speakers. “Sexy Can I, visit you at work. When you sliding down the pole no panties, no shirt.” As he turned the corner you had your hands on your knees with 3 of your other friends. You were moving your hips to the song. As he walked passed, he couldn’t help but mention it. “More appropriate songs for school, girls.” He set his basket of graded assignments on his desk as he entered his classroom and let out a groan. Why did you have to that to him?

Another day was over and you left his classroom again and he stared at your backside as you walked out. Rubbing his eyes as he saw you disappear down the hallway. Groaning.

Later that day you came back to pick up your jacket that you had left. The secretary was still there, she had given you the keys to his classroom. Not even realizing that he was still there. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard you unlocking the door. The only thing that pulled him away from what he was doing, was the gasp that left your lips. His eyes opened wide. And he tried to cover himself.

Embarrassed that he’d just been caught jerking off by one of his students, much less the one he’d been thinking about while doing so, if you told anyone he’d surely lose his job. “Y/N” He gasps shocked. “What are you doing here?” He asks. “I just- f-forgot my jacket.” You stutter. You saw it laying by the computers. Someone must have moved it. You rushed to grab it, and he rushed to pull his pants up. You made your way back to the door. “Y/N! Please wait!” He tried to catch you but you were gone as fast as you had come. You left the keys with the secretary. You got into your car and burst into tears. Wiping them away and he rushed out of the school doors. Your eyes met his and you pulled out of the parking lot quickly as he tried to stop you. You didn’t know why you felt so weird. He was one of your favorite teachers. You were embarrassed. That’s why you cried. Because you had run similar scenarios in your head before.

The next day he called role for your class. When he got to your name, you didn’t reply and when he looked up, your seat was empty. “Anyone know where Y/N is?” He asks aloud. “She’s sick.” One of your friends answers and he nods. Marking you absent. He knew you weren’t sick.

You hadn’t showed up for the rest of that week. But when Monday came around when he said your name, he was shocked to hear you answer. His eyes traveled up to where you sat. You were wearing high-waisted jeans. One of his weaknesses. You rarely wore them but when you did, it always made him feel some kind of way.

You didn’t lift your head.

Later he asked you to stay after class. You weren’t willing but you did. As the class left you remained. Gathering your stuff and meeting at his desk. “Look Y/N about last week-” he tried to explain but you cut him off. “It’s fine. You’re a dude. You have needs just like everyone else.” You sigh. “Yeah but that’s not the point. I should have picked a better place. Because of my actions you were victimized and I just wanted to apologize.” He swallows hard. You let out a laugh. “Victimized?” You snort. “What? You think I’ve never seen a dick before?” His eyes almost popped out of his head. “Well- I uh I didn’t want to assume.” He stumbles over his words. “Think again Mr. T/N.” You chuckle walking out of the room. That didn’t go like he thought it would. He thought it would have been different. He thought it would have ended with some more tears. “Than why did you cry?” He asks quite loudly. You pop your head back into where he can see you. “Being extremely Embarrassed does that to you.” You smile sarcastically. You step back and walk in again, this time closing the door behind you and letting it lock. “Who were you thinking about?” You smirk. “What?” He raises an eyebrow. “When you were touching yourself. Who were you thinking about?” You smirk. “That’s not a conversation we should be having Ms. Y/L/N.” You slowly made your way around his desk. “Does decency really matter after how I saw you last week? Head tipped back and groaning.” Lifting one knee and placing it on one side of him and lifting the other to place on his other side. Straddling him in his office chair. “Are you sure you don’t have the Facebook page of that person pulled up on your laptop?” You whisper into his ear. He swallows hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tries desperately to keep his composure. “Yeah? I saw the tab when you kept me after and it didn’t make me think too hard about it. Until now. You were thinking of me when you slid your hand up and down your hard cock. Weren’t you?” You whisper whipping your hair back and pressing your lips on his neck. “Y/N this isn’t appropriate.” He takes a deep breath. “Neither was catching you touching yourself like that.” You whisper. “Fuck I can’t- I can’t touch you like that I’ll lose my job.” He closes his eyes tightly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You moan into his ear. You moved your knee in between his legs and began to rock against his thigh. Moaning out loud. “Fine. Yes- Yes Y/N I was thinking of you.” He groans. You continue to rock yourself against him. Keeping your eyes closed. The lights outside went off. “The last person left. They’re locking up the school.” He sighs. You still don’t stop. You grasp the back of his office chair and continue to rock your hips against his thigh. “Y/N this isn’t-” he pauses. He was hard. Rock hard. You throw your head back. “Mr. T/N!” You moan. He growls. And places his hands on your hips. “If you’re going to ride something on my body at least let it be my cock.” He groans. You look back at him and smile. “Thought it would work.” You smile. You stand up and move in between his legs. “Go on. Take them off.” You whisper. He grabs the hem of your jeans and unbuttons them slowly. Pulling them down your legs. You unbutton his jeans and pull his boxers down. His hard cock finally free from it’s confinement. You moan at his size. He was much larger than any of the boys that you had slept with. You returned to straddle him and lined him up with your entrance and sunk down on him. Burying your face into his neck. Whimpering. “You’re so big.” You whisper. Mouth opening.

You lift yourself up and sink back down onto him, moaning. He sighs. All of those times he thought about having you. And here you were. Sinking down on him. He could hear your whimpers as you did so. “That’s it Y/N. Ride me. Such a naughty girl.” He smirks when he hears you moan.

“You’ve never had anyone this size before have you? All of those other boys you had were small. They don’t know how to please you like I do. They can’t hit those sensitive places in between your thighs like I can. Can they?” He whispers into your ear. You shudder. “Can they?” He growls thrusting up into you, slamming himself into your G-spot. “No!” You moan. “They don’t give you butterflies in your stomach. Do they?” You’re too in shock to answer. “Do they?” He thrusts up again and you collapse on top of him, your legs spasming harshly. You’d never come like this before. “No they don’t.” You whimper. He grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. You didn’t have enough power to ride through your high. But he was determined to make you come. He knew you’d never come like this before. And you moan aloud. Crying out his name, lips quivering, stomach clenching, thighs spasming. “Look at you princess.” He chuckles. He lifts you onto him again. “I’ve wrecked you.” He smirks. You blush and look down. “Not so confident now huh? You made a mess on my jeans and now you’re embarrassed? You shouldn’t be.” He chuckles. “When you called me Dad you weren’t embarrassed. But when I make you moan, you are?” He lifts you up and you sink down again. This time you feel his cock quiver and twitch and you feel his warmness coat your insides. He let’s his head fall back and his Adams apple bobs as he swallows a groan. You lean forward and begin sucking deep red marks there. Surely he’d have to cover them with somthing. You pull away again and lay your head against his chest. Too tired to move.

“We made a mess, Princess.”

After Hours - Milkshake

Hello again! Okay so this one is a bit (lot) different. The ones I’ve written before are set at Beacon but this was an idea I had to do something with. It’s a future fic and White Rose. It took me a long time to finish it cause I’ve been dealing with some writer’s block, but I hope you like it regardless. 

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read it and I hope you like it. I’m happy to add more fics set in future settings or more at Beacon - maybe even some set before Beacon. Let me know what you think <3


It was a rustling that woke her. It was the continued rustling that prevented her from falling back asleep.

Slowly, Weiss was pulled from her slumber and could suddenly feel the chilly air where her arms were uncovered and hear the hum of the noise machine in the distance. There was no movement around her, no more rustling and for a moment, she was nearly consumed by the softness of the pillows and warmth of her blankets.

However, just as she was about to slip away again, there was a toss and a turn next to her and Weiss opened one eye into the darkness of their bedroom.

It was late, no doubt in the middle of the night by how tired she still felt. Only when she heard a heavy sigh next to her, did Weiss know she was being not-so-subtly summoned by her bed partner.

Rolling over, she watched Ruby roll onto her back and kick her feet under the blankets with frustration.

“Ruby?” Weiss called out, her voice thick and scratchy. When she tried to clear it, nothing changed. “S’wrong?”

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More Than Bubbles - Part 1

Okay guys.. SUPRISE I am joining the club.. This is the first fic I have ever written. Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language but I tried my best. I didn’t felt self conscious enough to even try writing a fic. Until a couple days ago when I had this dream and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. I just needed to write it down.

A huge THANK YOU to my twinny Emma @fillthevoid-stilinski for motivating me and giving me enough courage to even post this. Plus for answering every single one of my stupid questions and most of all for proofreading and editing this. I love you a lot ❤️

 And also thank you to @cynicallystiles for helping me out 💜 I really appreciate it 😘

 Please let me know what you think and if you wanna have a part 2 because that’s not the whole story I had in mind… I just wanted to wait and see what you guys think.

Part 2

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words: 1273

Warnings: bullying, fluff 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Scott, Stiles and I have been best friends ever since I can remember. Our parents knew each other in high school. I don’t know how it feels to be without them and to be honest, I don’t want to. They’re not only my best friends but for a long time my only friends. Ever since I was a little child, I was very shy and self-conscious about myself. I never felt like I was good enough, pretty enough or thin enough. But those boys always made sure I didn’t feel lonely. It has always been just the three of us.

That changed sophomore year of high school when Allison moved to Beacon Hills and Scott fell in love with her. From the moment she walked into our classroom, I knew he fell for her hard. I knew that because he looked at her the exact way I look at Stiles. Yes, Stiles. He may be more than just a best friend. For a long time, I had unexplained feelings towards him. Stiles doesn’t know about these feelings and it has to stay that way. Our friend group grew a little more since Allison and Scott got together three years ago. Lydia, Malia and Issac had joined the group as well. 

I feel safe when I’m with my friends but when I’m alone, it feels like everyone is staring at me. I hate walking to classes alone, Stiles always try to escort me because he knows how anxious I can get. But sometimes it isn’t possible, like right know. I’m walking alone to my next class feeling everyones eyes on me when I hear someone say “Look who is walking all alone today. I wonder if her ‘friends’ finally noticed that they were way out of her league! She is just a fat pig. I mean look how pretty Lydia and Allison are.” I feel the tears slowing coming but I can’t let them see me weak.

I start walking faster until I’m in the bathroom and just let the tears flow down my cheeks. Luckily I’m all alone and nobody can hear me cry.

After a couple of minutes, I try to get myself together because I need to go to class, I can’t afford to fail any classes this year. Staring at my own reflection in the mirror, my eyes are a little bit red and my mascara is a bit smudged but I didn’t care enough to fix it. All I can think about is that they are right. I’m not good enough to be friends with them. Not pretty like Allison or Lydia. Not good enough for his love. And I never will be.

The sound of the bell ringing for the next class rips me out of my thoughts. I pick my backpack off the ground and rush out of the bathroom directly into Stiles arms. “There you are Bubble! I was looking for you!” I smile a little at the nickname he gave me back when we were children, I was totally obsessed with blowing bubbles.

“Wait were you crying in there? What’s wrong?” he asks me after realizing the state I’m in. “Oh it’s nothing.” I shot back hoping that he wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

I start walking away as fast as I can. “Y/N ?! Wait!” he yells after me but I already disappeared into the crowd of students to avoid explaining why I was crying.

I can barely concentrate in class. My brain keeps wandering back to the situation earlier. Dark thoughts clouding my mind to the point that I can’t take it anymore. Without thinking and saying anything, I grab my stuff and just run out of the classroom, out of the school. I just want to go out home and be alone.

It has been 6 hours since I came home from school. Luckily my parents are currently away on a business trip so I could just lay in my bed and feel sorry for myself. And that was exactly what I was doing for the past couple of hours. I didn’t even bother to take off my shoes or unpack my stuff.

My mobile was also still in my backpack and thats why I haven’t read any of the 15 messages and didn’t see the 7 missed calls Stiles has left.

You can imagine how confused I was when I heard the front door open and footsteps running up the stairs. Stiles opens the door to my room, an angry look on his face. I sit up slightly and stare back at him.

Before I could say anything, he starts yelling, “Are you fucking kidding me? I tried to call you like 3 billion times! First, I find you crying in the bathroom and don’t tell me you haven’t cried because I am not stupid!” He closes his eyes, steam nearly coming from his ears, “And then I hear that you just run out of class without any explanation? I worried about you! Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me what happened!”

I immediately start crying again and bury my head in my hands. Loud sobbing noises leaving my lungs. Stiles comes over to my bed and sits down besides me. He embraces me tightly and I just let the tears out. Even though I thought I hadn’t any left. “It’s okay Bubble.. I got you… I’m here.” he says while stroking my hair softly. 

“You shouldn’t be here.. You shouldn’t waste your time on me. I’m not worth it.” I say quietly and it came out more as a whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear. He leans back a bit and takes my face in his hands; One hand on each cheek. He looks me deep in the eye and says “Don’t be stupid y/n. I don’t want to hear that ever again. It’s totally bullshit! Who is saying that?” My eyes wander around the room while explaining to him what happened earlier, avoiding to continue to look in his.

A part of me was afraid to sound stupid. Another part was afraid to realise, based on the look in his eyes, that they were right.

When I finish my story, he stands up from my bed and angrily wanders around the room.Is he angry at my? Is he trying to find the best way to tell me that it is true? That I am indeed not good enough to be friends with them?

He sits down next to me and his eyes find mine again. He takes a deep breath and says “I want you to listen to me okay? Don’t tell Scott I said this but you are the best human on this planet. You are so kind and loving. Remember when my mum died? You were the only person who could make me laugh. I don’t know what I would have done without you so many times. You are my best friend and I love you. You hear me?” His face was so close to mine that I could feel his warm minty breath on face.

A small tear rolls down my cheek which he wipes away with his thumb. My lips slowly curling into a weak smile. He smiles back at me. I could feel the butterflies dancing to the melody of his words in my stomach. All I wanna do is kiss him right now; I believed every word he said. And god knows I love him too. I love him more than I ever loved blowing bubbles. Just not in the way he loves me.

I Still Like You

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of one night stand, anger, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos) alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2219

Summary: Sebastian was the last person you expected to see when you came home for your brother’s birthday. There’s bad history between you both but there’s still something you like about him. 


I cupped my hands around my mouth, blowing on them to try and alleviate the frigid ache in my finger tips while my eyes stayed on Sebastian standing a few feet away. His phone was pressed against his ear and it was clear that he wasn’t liking whatever the person on the other end was saying, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

I rolled my eyes, shivering slightly as the rain ran down my back in cold rivulets, sticking my clothes against my body. This had been the last thing I’d expected when I got on the plane earlier this morning and my frustration was only growing with every second I continued to stand on the side of the road in the rain with the person I was least excited to see.

It was my Brother’s birthday weekend and when he’d asked me to fly down for the weekend I’d wholeheartedly agreed, having not seen him in close to six months. That excitement had lasted right up until I got off the plane and saw Sebastian waiting for me, my brother having tactfully avoided mentioning that he was also going to be spending the weekend. My mood had only soured further when the car hit a particularly deep puddle of water, spinning out on the slick roads before ending up at the bottom of a muddy embankment.

Another minute passed and Sebastian was hanging up his phone, walking back towards me while shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.
“So…we’re going to have to stay out here tonight,” He grimaced. “Tow truck won’t be here until the morning.”
“You’re kidding right?” I exclaimed angrily. “Please tell me you are fucking kidding me.”
“Hey, I’m not thrilled about it either princess,” Sebastian replied, his tone just as annoyed.
“Don’t you dare princess me Stan! I’m not - no, you know what? I’m not staying in this car with you all night, there is no way.”

I turned away from him, beginning to walk in the direction of the airport, only making it a couple of steps before Sebastian’s hand was curling around my upper arm, holding me tight enough that I couldn’t keep walking.
“Where is it that you’re planning on going?”
“Anywhere but here with you.”
“Stop being so immature,” Sebastian practically growled, spinning me back to face him. “It’s pitch black out here, it’s storming and I’m not going to have your brother kill me because you walked off and got yourself lost out here somewhere.”
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“Sebastian.”
“We can stand out here and argue as much as you like but I’m not letting you go until the both of us are back in the car.”

After a few more minutes of shivering I sighed, my will to get warm and somewhat dry over running my will to get away from Sebastian. Begrudgingly I followed him back down the bank to the car.

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The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 7

Originally posted by matokisonyeondan

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst, mafia au!

Member: Jongup

Word Count: 3613.

Description: It’s one series of events after another, so what’s next?

It was awkward and it was tense. You watched from the top of the stairs for a few moments in silence as Jongup stared them all down, not bothering with sitting like the rest. You could see black clouds around him, you could imagine lightning flashing around him and the loud clap of thunder that would follow as you stared at his back, puffed and angry as he showed his true size in the way he stood. It was strong, intimidating and taller than you realised Jongup really was.

“What made you think you had the right to take my wife to a dangerous life threatening mission without having my consent to do so? What made you think Y/N was the perfect person to set up in line for the possible chance of death, without even bothering to inform me?” Jongup began and they all stared at him as Yongguk sat up straight in his seat.

“If we had told you we wanted Y/N to help us with the mission you would have said no-”

“Because you’re putting my partner, my wife into a situation where she can be killed, this is very different than taking her to some sort of meet up you all go to. I give you one job, one simple request and you go and fuck it up by dragging my wife into this world by putting her life at risk!”

“Jongup that’s not-”

“Don’t try and tell me that’s not true Himchan because none of you were watching her were you? What would have happened to Y/N if I was just seconds later than I was when I arrived? Because none of you followed them to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her!”

“Listen to-”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you say Yongguk. It took years to build the trust between us, and now it’s broken because you went against me and used Y/N to fulfil your own vendettas. What’s a couple hundred dollars ever mattered to you Yongguk? Look at the place you live in and the money you waste on the mundane things no one ever wants” You blinked, Jongup’s voice was dangerously low, murderously deep as he gripped the back of the couch he stood in front of. His knuckles turning a pale white from the amount of strength he put into his grip.

“I’m sorry we have misplaced you trust Jongup”

“If you really were sorry, if you wanted to keep that trust, you wouldn’t have dragged Y/N into something more than she ever needs to see. Y/N doesn’t need to see the things any of us do, I’m trying to give her the best, most normal life I can and you’re really fucking that up for me” Zelo looked past Jongup and straight into your eyes, slowly opening his mouth to speak as his eyes never left yours.

“Y/N didn’t hesitate to help” He muttered and Jongup looked at him with flaming eyes, picking up an empty glass and smashing it on the expensive carpet beneath their feet.

“Because you made her believe that I wanted her to help you, that I wanted you to do this mission! She wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t believe that you would keep her safe!” He roared and you gripped the rail to the stairs tightly, glaring at Zelo with as much force you could put into your stare until he was forced to look away from you.

“Y/N” Jongup called and when you looked down at him, he was already at the foot of the stairs smiling softly your way.

“We’re leaving now” He spoke just as gently as his smile to you was and you nodded as you quickly lifted your bag from the ground and made your way down the stairs. You held onto Jongup’s outstretched hand, and his other quickly reached for your things, taking them from you and carrying them out the door with you closely behind him, still holding his hand tighter than you normally would. When you reached his car, you looked back to see that the others had all followed you, standing on the last step of the front porch. Your things were put in the back seat quickly and Jongup opened the door for you, helping you get your dress in the car before swinging the door shut. He walked to the driver’s side and gave all of the watching people a long hard stare before getting in the car as well and quickly starting the engine.

————

When the car came to a stop and you looked at the tall house in front of you, you were relieved to see the familiar place and undid your seatbelt and got out of the car just as silently as the drive here had been. Jongup naturally grabbed your things for you and you held the skirt of your dress up as you walked towards the house.

When you were inside you were finally able to take those painful heels off, you had no clue where your mask was but you didn’t plan to go looking for it anytime soon. You followed Jongup to your room and he put your things on the bed as you went straight to the drawers, pulling out an old shirt and pyjama shorts before retreating to the bathroom with one last look Jongup’s way.

It was relieving be out of that dress and to actually have room to breathe properly again and your skin got to breathe again as you quickly removed all the makeup you had been wearing and sighed in content when the fresh air hit your naked face. You shut the bathroom door behind you and looked at Jongup who stood in front of the bed, your bag opened and clothes on the bed, neatly folded and ready to be put away.

You made your way towards him and put a hand on his shoulder as you looked at your things on the bed.

“You need to get some rest Jongup” You spoke quietly and Jongup sighed as he folded another one of your shirts. He put the shirt down and let his arms fall back as you silently took his suit jacket off him. You hung it on the frame of the bed and stood next to him again as he rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand.

“I want to put your things away for you Y/N” He spoke with the want for sleep dripping from his voice and you smiled as you grabbed the already folded clothes and put them where they belonged.

“I can do that tomorrow; I’m tired too so we should rest. That suit probably isn’t very comfortable either” You muttered and Jongup nodded.

“The belt buckle is digging into my stomach” Jongup admitted, undoing his belt and slowly making his way into the bathroom. You moved the rest of your things off the bed, in the corner by your closet so you could take care of them the next day. You found great relief in putting yourself under the covers of the familiar bed and sighed in content as you got comfortable with your pillows.

When Jongup came out of the bathroom you let your eyes flutter shut and didn’t refuse the way his arms snuck you into a warm hold. You listened to the deep breath he let out and the tiredness you felt slowly overtook you until you could no longer stay conscious.

————

There were hangers on your bed and clothes everywhere. You were finishing unpacking your things whilst Jongup was out doing some sort of work. Peacefully, you hummed to yourself, swaying your head side to side as you quietly sung along to the song you currently had stuck in your head. You hung clothes on hangers and neatly hung them in the closet. You heard slams and crashes outside, there was a screech of a car against the cement driveway and you immediately ran to the window, dropping the clothing article in your hand to see what was happening. Jongup was getting out of his car, angrier than you had ever seen him before. He stormed his way to the front door and you ran out of the room to meet him downstairs.

“Jongup” You rushed as he slammed the front door shut, he stormed past you and you quickly moved to be in front of him again.

“Jongup what’s happened?” You asked, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to look at you. This time he pulled you into a hug and his deep breaths fanned the back of your neck as he held you close to him.

“They killed my father” He whispered and you immediately stiffened, your body becoming a rock against his equally as frozen body and you could barely move back to look him in the eye.

“Who killed your father Jongup?” You gasped.

“The Kim’s, they’ve killed my father and now they’re after my mafia, which means they’re after us too Y/N” Jongup stared you dead in the eye and you swore your life stopped in that moment.

“What are we meant to do?” You muttered and Jongup broke the hug. He took your hand and pulled you past the stairs and down a long hall you had been yet to explore. You couldn’t count how many doors you passed before you came to a stop at the one Jongup was unlocking with a thick key, there were too many to count. You followed Jongup through the open door and he quickly shut it when you were both in the room.

“Oh my god” You gaped at your surroundings and a shiver ran down your spine. Jongup dug through his pocket for his phone and handed it to you before walking further into the room.

“Call Yongguk and tell him I need him here now, with his tail between his legs, please Y/N” Jongup demanded, softening his tone at the end when he remembered who he was speaking to and you nodded as you quickly did as you were told to do.

“Hello, Yongguk it’s Y/N. Mr Moon is dead and Jongup wants you here asap with your tail between your legs- Wait I probably shouldn’t have said that-”

“I told you to say it” Jongup cut in, casually picking up a gun the size of your arm and examining it.

“Oh ok, well he needs you here like five minutes ago” You rushed it all out before you could even verify who you were actually talking to.

“It’s Youngjae Y/N” Youngjae spoke and you blinked.

“Well pass the message onto Yongguk for me, bye” You hung up the phone and rushed over to Yongguk.

“Are you really fighting fire with fire Jongup?” You snapped and Jongup turned to your anxious figure, keeping calm despite what shape you were currently in.

“Y/N as much as I don’t want to drag you into this, this is the life of a mafia you’re living now. All we know how to do is fight fire with fire” He responded and you took a step back from him as you looked at the weapons surrounding you, guns, knives, things you never knew the name of, it all surrounded you like four walls of danger.

“This is barbaric” You muttered and Jongup slowly puts the gun down, turning and approaching you with the same pace as you stared at the wall closest to you with wide eyes.

“This is how we have to protect what is ours Y/N” He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and getting a long wave of your shampoo rushing through his senses. Jongup took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he took in your scent. Slowly your arms came to rest on his shoulders, hugging him with a certain uncertainty in your movements. Jongup hummed and you found yourself looking into his opening eyes.

He smiled as his finger traced your jawline delicately, he continued to hum along to a song you didn’t recognise, putting a hand on your lower back and taking one of your hands from his shoulders, squeezing it as he looked down at you with a smile. Calmly, Jongup began taking small steps, the hand on your back pulling you with him and before you knew it you were staring at him in shock as he spun you around the weaponry room.

“Jongup this isn’t normal, we’re dancing in a weaponry room” You sent him a glance of worry and the smile on his lips only grew as his humming stopped so he could speak.

“You should know by now Y/N” With a final spin he dipped you down gracefully, following you with an intense eye contact.

“I’m far from normal my love” He leant forward and you shut your eyes when his soft lips pushed against yours, leaving you empty minded and unable to form words. Jongup brought you to stand straight again, not parting from your lips until you were squeezing his shoulder.

Jongup turned to the security cameras you had been yet to notice and a smirk fell into place as he saw who was pulling up and getting out of their car.

“They are here” He notified you and you followed to where Jongup had his eyes trained upon.

“We must greet the guests, it is common courtesy after all” Jongup continued, bringing his eyes back down on you and you nodded numbly as he quickly let you go, only taking your hand again as he pulled you out of the frightening room. Jongup locked the door behind you and you walked down the hall with him as the front door opened and the five men entered the house one by one.

The air was stiff and tense but Jongup ignored that as he simply nodded to the kitchen and they all silently walked in the direction he had demanded them to. You weren’t going to go with them but Jongup’s hand holding on to yours tightly forced you to stay in toe with him as he walked towards the kitchen as well. Everyone made themselves comfortable at the kitchen table and you kept your hands clasped on the cold wood in front of you nervously.

“It’s time for us to put an end to the Kim’s for once and for all. Daehyun I want you to do whatever it takes to get their main location and Zelo once he has done that I want you to go in and set up cameras and microphones wherever you can that they won’t be able to see. Youngjae I want you to look into the files of Jaeho and anyone that we find to be close to him. You two come with me” As quick as it started it had finished and you sat in shock as they all quickly dispersed as if this were a routine and they didn’t even need Jongup’s instructions.

“Yongguk we need to map out a proper attack and Himchan we need you to get as much gunpowder as possible, the more the better if we have too much we can store it for the next time. Oh Y/N” Jongup turned back just when you thought you had been forgotten about and you found yourself straightening up in your seat.

“There’s chocolate in the fridge if you want any” He smiled and you nodded, you weren’t expecting some sort of order from him.

“I’m taking your wife with me” Daehyun suddenly piped up and you looked at him with wide eyes as you awaited some sort of angered explosion from Jongup. You unconsciously closed your eyes as you waited for the burst of violently loud yelling to come from him but nothing came and you peeled your eyes open when you heard his surprisingly calm voice stop Yongguk from protesting.

“Daehyun we’ve just argued over this-”

“Her life is in your hands and yours is in mine Daehyun. Take the chocolate and go with them Y/N, and be safe” Jongup smiled your way and you found yourself nodding instead of protesting that you didn’t want to be part of this. Because the man you had known for so long was murdered by these people, you were angered beyond compare too.

The chocolate was taken and you put your shoes on just like you were told to do. Daehyun took the liberty of holding your wrist to show Jongup that he was keeping you under his watch and you left the house with the mess you had made in your room still sitting there waiting for you.

———–

The backseat was filled with wires, cameras and microphones and Zelo was among that no longer a cleanable mess. You sat next to Daehyun, who gripped the steering wheel to the car with a peculiar seriousness amongst the features of his face. The car was circling streets, from rundown buildings to the most expensive places you had ever seen, but Daehyun believed none of the places he had driven past was where Jaeho would appear. He was beginning to drive through busier places, losing ideas as the amount of fuel in the tank grew less and less and the minutes turned into hours where your chocolate had been long gone.

“There Daehyun there he is!” It was as some sort of wish had been granted, some sort of magic trick was done, because there Zelo was, pointing at the man they were after as he wandered the streets in a stride that had a rushed pace to it, but also showed he had all the time in the world on his hands. Daehyun slowed down, trying not to make it obvious that they were following the man as you gave him the up down with your eyes, he was shorter than you imagined, were there no tall mafia leaders?

“What do we do? Follow him until he goes home or something?” You asked as Daehun gave a firm nod.

“Precisely, now we have to find a way to be discrete” Daehyun took a park on the side of the street the moment he could find one, and you all watched as Jaeho rounded the corner of the block and disappeared from sight.

“So Y/N” Daehyun looked at you and before even looking at him you knew what he wanted you to do.

“Give me your number” You sighed, pulling out your phone and unlocking it with ease. Daehyun grinned as Zelo blinked at you, doing his best to muffle the shock he felt when you took no convincing. Daehyun put his number in your phone and gave it back immediately. He reversed out of the parking space and drove in the same direction you had all seen Jaeho go.

“I’ll call you when I see you getting close to him, stay out of hearing range from him but don’t let him get too far” Daehyun shoved his phone at you and you put your number in as quickly as possible.

“You’re seriously doing this?” Zelo finally spoke up and you stopped, hands just out of reach from giving Daehyun his phone back.

“And this is really YN? My what a beautiful lady you’re growing into, it feels like forever since I last saw you, darling, which means you had plenty of time to become even more beautiful than the last time I saw you” He had one of those smiles that made his eyes disappear, you had always owed so much to this man. But Mr Moon was one of the kindest people you had ever met in your life.

“Which is a good thing, because what I have for you is definitely for a beautiful young lady” Mr Moon continued after you and your father both bashfully thanked him for his compliments. Your eyes began to sparkle as you were presented with a small box, his calloused hand opened it for you and in there lay the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. Your family could never afford a necklace so delicate and shiny, it was fit for a queen and here it was being given to you.

“Mr Moon, I can’t accept this from you, I could never repay you-”

“It’s a gift Y/N. You never repay a gift” Mr Moon interrupted and you stared at him with awe.

“Thank you, Mr Moon” You finally smiled properly and Mr Moon removed the necklace from its box. You moved your hair and your father grinned when he saw the necklace resting on your collar bones.

“This is so you never forget, I am only one call away, whenever you need me I will be there” Mr Moon gave your shoulders a squeeze and you looked up at him with adoration.

“I’ll always remember”

Your hand automatically reached for the chain holding the small pendant, it hadn’t been taken off since that day three years ago and you had never forgotten. Your eyes met Zelo’s with defiance and you gripped your own phone with your other hand tightly as you stared him down.

“Mr Moon held importance to me as well. I have my own reasons to avenge him” You muttered with darkness sticking to your words before you quickly got out of the car. You slammed the door to the car shut behind you and Zelo stared out the window as you strut your way in the same direction as Jaeho was currently going.

“That kid is seriously on another level” Zelo gasped and Daehyun snorted.

“Oh please, we’re part of a mafia, she can’t be better than us”


I told you I would update soon! Ok, so maybe it wasn’t as soon as I wanted it to be, but this update is longer!

Let me know how you’re all going, I don’t hear from you guys often enough. Like seriously tell me who your bias is and why, what food are you craving? Are you human or from another planet? Let me know

Love, again.

Originally posted by beagletae

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1106

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anonymous asked:

could you write some boyf riends from be more chill? maybe with jeremy and michael's first kiss?

i saw this ask earlier and was like. true and canon but also I Need To Write This

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“Jeremy, dude, no offense, but you’re making way too big a deal outta this.”

Michael’s controller follows Jeremy’s onto the floor, and with a look cross between amused and fondly annoyed he watches as Jeremy, in the most dramatic way possible, flops off of the beanbag chair and splays out haphazardly on the floor.

Michael,” he whines, looking forlornly towards his best friend, and it takes everything within Michael to stifle a laugh, “this is totally a reasonable response.”

“You just screwed our chance for a high score because you’ve never been kissed.”

Jeremy stills for a moment before launching back into his tirade. “We’re sophomores, man! I’m sixteen and not so much as a peck! You know some dudes have been getting laid for, like, years now!”

“Some dudes have also been abusing drugs – don’t look at me like that, it’s not like I shoot heroin – and racketing up criminal records for years. Look at me; I’m sixteen, same as you, never been kissed, same as you, and I’m fine. You’re just being a baby.”

Jeremy squeaks indignantly, crossing his arms. “You’re just a weirdo. My reaction to this is perfectly normal.”

Michael lays a hand over his heart in mock-offense. “This is ridiculous, your crazy kiss-horny hormones are making you turn on your bestest buddy. This ends now.” Pulling himself onto his knees, Michael makes his way over to Jeremy and stops in front of him. Jeremy peers up at him curiously.

“You’re makin’ such a big deal outta your first kiss? Just kiss me, man, get it the hell over with.” He takes Jeremy’s lack of jumping away as a good sign.

“W-Wh – I – Michael?”

Michael, feigning disinterest, shrugs and sits back on his knees. “I’ll never get a second of peace if you don’t get your stupid kiss soon. Just get it over with, y’know?”

Jeremy props himself up on an elbow, staring down his friend quizzically. “You want me to kiss you.” He pauses. “That’s kinda gay.”

A dude kissing another dude, no shit it’s gay! Michael doesn’t say that. He just flashes Jeremy a reassuring smile and shrugs again.

“If it’s just for practice, and no one knows, is it really?” The angle is awkward, up on his knees, but Michael digs his hands into his pockets. “It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me, dude, but I’m kinda sick of listening to you whine about this and messing with our game.”

Jeremy seems to consider for a moment, and Michael has to suppress his smile as his friend flushes bright red and looks shyly up. “You’re serious? This isn’t just a joke?”

“Super serious, man.” He lets the smile onto his face anyway, and at least hopes it’s reassuring. “So?”

Squirming under Michael’s look, Jeremy mutters, “so how do we wanna do this?” and it takes everything in Michael not to pump his fist into the air and whoop in delight.

Figuring he should take the lead, Michael sits a few inches from Jeremy and half turns so he’s facing him. “Just sit? Like this? And…” He waits for Jeremy to sit up and mirror his stance before cautiously laying his hand over Jeremy’s.

“People who kiss sometimes do this, right?”

“How the hell would I know?”

They both laugh a little awkwardly, but neither pulls away. Michael hopes his hand isn’t too sweaty. 

“What should I do with my other hand?” Jeremy blurts, flapping the extremity uncomfortably. Michael shrugs.

“Just, like…whatever feels right, I guess?” Jeremy nods his assent and inches his head forwards slightly.

“You ready?” Michael asks, moving forwards so his forehead touches Jeremy’s. His friend nods, Adam’s apple bobbing, and before the knot in his stomach can tighten anymore he surges the rest of the way forward and catches Jeremy’s lips with his.

And it’s…warm. And wet. Michael thinks, distantly, that a kiss shouldn’t be so spitty, especially when they aren’t using tongue, but Jeremy cups a hand around Michael’s neck and makes a tiny little noise and who cares if it’s a little gross I’m kissing Jeremy.

Michael’s free hand finds Jeremy’s hip and angles him closer, just as Jeremy’s thumb softly swipes across his pulse point and fuck, it’s gross but it’s good, and Michael can’t help but linger when Jeremy begins to pull away.

Realizing what he’s doing, he pulls back abruptly, grimacing at the spit trail that connects his and Jeremy’s mouths even when they’re half a foot apart. Flushing bright red, he removes his hand from Jeremy’s hip and swipes under his lips, breaking the string of spit.

That was kind of incredible. “That was kind of gross,” he says with a laugh as Jeremy pulls his hand away from Michael’s neck. Neither of them move to pull their interlocked hands away.

“We can never tell anyone about that,” Jeremy agrees quickly, face brighter red than Michael has ever seen. He can’t help but swell with pride at the fact that he did that.

“I’m kinda glad I didn’t do that with a girl,” Jeremy continues, finally pulling his hand away. “I’m kinda awful at it.”

Michael sends a cartoonish wink in his best friend’s direction.

“Hey, you can practice with me anytime!”

The punch in the arm he receives is worth the noise of affirmation Jeremy makes.

Jackson scenario - That’s not my name

Originally posted by ughjacksonwang

requested by @xxrissixx

genre: fluff/smut

Summary: we all know Jackson can be a bit too clingy, but he draws the line when you forget what his place is in the bedroom.

warnings: slightly rough, fingering, sex toys, language

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Versace on the Floor

Jimin x you

“After a night of partying and spilled drinks lead to royal heir Park Jimin entering your life, he’s insistent on making it hard for you to get rid of him. And you might just be convinced you don’t to.”

Pt. 3/5, rated M for Major Make Out Session

“Powerless
And I don’t care it’s obvious
I just can’t get enough of you
The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed
No control”

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Artificial Love

AU: Biopology; an experimental AI manufacturer known for its many types of robots ranging from pets to lovers to trained assassins. Anything you were looking for, they could make it. But when you jokingly said you wanted a boyfriend, you weren’t expecting your friend to actually get you one… Well, kind of.


Genre: Fluff, Robot!au

Member: Xiumin

Words: 1,099


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Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part Three

Pairing: Gaston x OC

Warnings: IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE. 

A/N: Here it is, tada! I’m thinking the next part after this will be the last one but I really, really loved writing this. I know my version of Gaston isn’t the abrasive, horrid asshole he’s supposed to be but I like to think this is the Gaston that could’ve existed if he found the right girl and was given the chance. Ya know? Plus Luke Evans. Anyways, enjoy! Thanks as always for all the love and support!

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Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Part One  Part Two

I was painfully distracted for the rest of the day…and I had to keep reminding myself that I’d done it to myself. I’d manage to somehow tangle myself up with the most handsome, arrogant man in the entire town. Yet I was quickly learning that there was more to Gaston than what I’d heard through whispers on the street. He was charming and flirtatious, that was true. But who would’ve known he’d be sweet? And…romantic?

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“You don’t love him.”

he challenges, a small smirk appearing on his thin lips.

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t.”

“He makes me happy,“ I retort.  I cross my arms and stare defiantly up at him.

“Sure.” He shrugs. “I didn’t say he didn’t. But you don’t love him. He doesn’t get under your skin the way I did.”

“That’s a good thing.”

 

“You keep lying to yourself. You say he makes you happy, but it’s not the happiness that I made you feel. It’s not the tingle in your fingers and the butterflies in your stomach. You like him cuz he’s safe. He won’t hurt you. He’s smart and funny and kind, but he’s oh so safe.”

 

“Safe is a good thing.”  I nod at him firmly.

“Not for you. I can see it in your eyes. You want recklessness. You want fiery passion. You want danger. In fact, I think you need it. You thrive on it.” He steps closer, breath warm on my face. One hand slips gingerly around the small of my back and the other rests on my cheek. My breath catches in my throat. He leans down, lips just brushing my ear.  My skin prickles with goosebumps, and a smile sneaks it’s way onto my face.

“See? I told you.”

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

anonymous asked:

Can you do the napping prompt with tianshan

I can, though I’m not sure I can do it well… I added an extra GIF just because. Not much napping because the latest chapter threw me off, but well, here it is. Thanks for the prompt!

8) He Tian x Mo Guan Shan ~ Napping.


As he scrubbed the bottom of the pot, Guan Shan found himself thinking that He Tian was oddly quiet that day. He hadn’t harassed him so far, and he’d even helped take the plates and other stuff to the kitchen once their lunch was over. Of course the bastard had run away at the sight of dirty dishes and such, but that was his usual nature. And in any case, it was fine, right? That guy could be a fucking brute sometimes and he really didn’t know how to handle the fine crockery.

He rinsed his hands and took off the rubber gloves. “Oi,” he called out. “There’s enough left for you to reheat tonight and tomorrow, so…” He saw Tian skulking away. “… The fuck is this guy doing,” he muttered. His eyes opened wide when he checked out the living room. “Huh?! What the hell?” The couches had been stripped off the cushions, and He Tian had laid them down by the windowed wall.

“It’s a napping nook,” Tian grinned as he sprawled on his side. “It’s always bothered me that the sunlight is blocked by the back of the couches, and napping like this,” he yawned as he covered his eyes with his arm, “is paradise.”

Mo gaped at him. “But your bed is right there! Now this place looks like a pigsty again, you asshole!”

He Tian peeked out and smirked. “Ah… So you’re saying you’d share the bed with me. How bold, Don’t Close Mountain.”

“Fuck off, you jerk!” Guan Shan began to yell, but… Did that mean that He Tian knew that he’d refuse to go to bed with him? Had he done that so that he’d be more comfortable as well? Shit. “A-anyway, the food is in the re—”

“Shut up and just lie down for a while,” Tian said, turning around and lying on his stomach, nuzzling the thin pillow he’d brought from his bed.

He looks like a cat, Guan Shan thought. His straight, black hair appeared almost warm in the early afternoon sunlight. His muscular back was relaxed, and his t-shirt had crawled up a little after his wiggling, revealing his pale skin.  

“I’m gonna start charging you if you keep staring,” Tian teased.

“I didn’t—! I wasn’t staring!”

“You were totally checking out my ass,” Tian grinned, wiggling his butt.

“I was not!”

“Aaah, your smoldering gaze makes me feel naked. I’m gonna go har—”

“Shut up, you major chicken dick!”

He Tian stretched out his leg and kicked Mo in the back of the knee, making him lose balance and land on the cushions with a thud and a groan. “Stop being so fucking confrontational and relax!” He threw one of the blankets over him and grinned. “There. Doesn’t it feel good?”

Guan Shan wriggled underneath the blanket and glared at Tian. “Why are you always hitting me?”

“Hitting on you?”

That too, Mo thought, but he just furrowed his brow deeper in response.

He Tian sighed. “Because you’re fucking stubborn.”

“I can’t understand why you’re so popular. You don’t know how to treat people. I bet you never had a pet.”

“Interested in the position?”

“What position?”

“I meant being my pet, but now I don’t know. Do you have a favorite position you wanna try?”

“… You’re so fucking dirty.”

“You’re the one that went there.” He Tian yawned and stretched. “I’m not that popular. And I did have a pet. Briefly.”

“What was it?”

“A dog. Golden Retriever.”

“Where is it now?”

“With another owner.” He smirked. “Its name was Jian Yi.”

Guan Shan rolled his eyes and snuggled under the blanket. “Fuck off.”

“Jerk off, you said? Okay,” Tian said merrily, his thumb toying with the elastic band of his briefs.

“Don’t put your hands in your pants, you chicken tit! Ugh, it’s impossible to talk to you…” Guan Shan grumbled.

And yet, he was lying there, chatting with that guy. He couldn’t comprehend it himself. Many times he had thought about the feelings that He Tian stirred in him. Being close was painful, but being far was now almost unthinkable. The people he used to hang out with had left his side, and all of them had been replaced by He Tian. What did it mean when one person was worth a dozen? But even though that guy had gone so far as to tell his brother about him, Guan Shan didn’t think he was as prominent in He Tian’s life as…

“… Jian Yi,” he muttered.

“Hmmm? What about Yiyi?” Tian wondered sleepily.

Was your dog actually called Jian Yi, or did you mean something else when you said it now had another owner? No, he could never ask that question. “You two… You have been friends for long?”

Tian raised his head and watched him closely.

“What,” Guan Shan said defensively.

“What’s with all this questioning? It’s as if you finally wanted to know more about me. It’s almost cute.”

“In your dreams.”

“You’re gonna torture me there too?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Tian rested his body on his right arm and looked at him frankly. “Can’t be honest for once, can you? Guess it’s better this way, though. We’re all alone here, and who knows what I’d do to you.”

Retreat! Guan Shan thought. He curled up and scowled at Tian. “You’re not going to tell me.”

“Jian Yi? Let’s see… We’ve been friends for some years, but it’s not exactly like we hang out. He only does that with Zhan Zheng Xi. There’s nobody else in the world for him.” His voice turned unusually soft. “Nobody else can get in there.” He shrugged and lay back down. “I guess it’s nice to have that one person that means the world to you. Someone you wanna protect…”

For a moment, Guan Shan knew that he was inexplicably jealous. It was ridiculous. He opened his mouth to say something equally ridiculous, but saying too much might leave him exposed, and he realized that he was afraid of losing something that had become precious somewhere along the line.

He Tian yawned and covered himself with the other blanket. “The food today… It was good. You should come over more often. Or just live here…”

“Learn to cook, fucker,” he grunted unconvincingly.

“I’ve learned a bit… These past few days… Still, your food tastes better…”

Guan Shan’s chest felt warmer than usual when he grumbled, “… I guess you’ve learned how to chop the onions.” He took a peek at He Tian, whose eyes were closed now.

“Mo has finally complimented me. Good…” His breathing became even and his mouth relaxed.

Only a couple of weeks before, Guan Shan would have taken advantage of that defenselessness and he would have looked for a way to hurt that guy, the guy that had bullied him. The one that had stuck his neck for him. The one that had chased after him day after day. The one that had helped him out of a toxic “friendship”. The one that had talked to him, touched him, and…

Guan Shan shut his eyes tight. That guy was infuriating. Smug. Meddling. Rough. Strong. Caring. Surprisingly warm, like the blood that had stained his shirt, like the jacket he’d put round his shoulders; like the afternoon sun shining down on that nest Tian had built for the two of them. He wasn’t used to this warmth, he thought, as those mixed feelings he always had became a little more concrete, a little stronger. Gradually, he let his body relax. He turned his back on He Tian and rested his head on his arm.

He Tian’s fingers reached out and touched his, entwining gently. He didn’t speak. He didn’t push.

Unpredictable. That was what that guy was to him.

Mo’s lips twitched into a little smile, and with warm thoughts swimming through his mind and that hand in his, he fell asleep.


Trent| Lucky |Seven

Title; Lucky

Pairing; Trent Seven/Reader

Words; 3256

Summary; “… Because every romcom and sitcom says so! Things would get awkward and weird and then someone moves out and then we never see each other again.”

Warnings; NSFW. Fluff (i think idk i’m bad at it). Smut. Here be no plots. 

Author’s Note: oh hello. its me. doing things again. stuff is happening in the next couple weeks. prepare for some fast and furious stuff. leave some noise and kisses.

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