but you more your head a little too much friend

by @loveisalaserquest17

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”
Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single.
Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? (Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan)

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 55k | Complete | Explicit | Spotify Playlist | Read Now on AO3

Teacher (M)

Plot: Maybe asking your Korean teacher for help wasn’t such a bad idea. Good grades weren’t the only thing you were going to achieve from that.

Pairing: Teacher! Jung Hoseok x Student! reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral (receiving), Moaning denial, just full-on hardcore Jung Hoseok the sexy beast

Note: This is probably the first time I’m actually posting smut. It took me quite a while to write, considering it was very long, and I need to be in a certain mood for it. Thank you to my friend for giving me this idea. Please forgive me if there are any errors, english isn’t my first language. 3657 Words

P.S. You are 19 in this, and Hoseok is 25. I do not support all that underage sex stuff. Everything here is legal (wrong – please don’t fuck your teacher no matter how hot he is – but legal).

Korean Literature was probably your least favorite subject. You hated just everything about it – well – excluding the teacher. He always greeted you with a smile, asked you if you wanted help. You were the only foreigner in the class, after all. He gave you so much special attention, and you wouldn’t mind it at all. Unfortunately, that didn’t change your view on the subject. No matter how hard you tried, you always got a low grade.

“Okay students, remember we have a test on the new poem this Friday,” His voice echoed through your ears, breaking you out of your trance.

There was a solemn look on your face, while you stared out the window. Your eyes stayed on the uniformed kids flooding out of the school gates, while your nail dug under the staple holding your latest spelling test together.

5 out of 10. It was better than the last one.

No matter how bad it got, you always had this urge to try. You always wanted to keep studying for a higher score, but you just never seemed to understand everything that was thrown at you. It was like everything registered into your brain, but it never stayed – it disappeared, unlike your determination to do well.

As your eyes flickered over to the teacher, a nervous feeling settled in your chest. You now stayed after school for that exact reason. A few days ago, Hoseok had offered to help tutor you for an hour everyday until the test. It had been at least a week since he started, and you could safely say that you were getting better.

“Are you ready to start?” 


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Request: Sharp Objects

Request: HI I love your fics!! could you do a deanxreader where dean broke his right hand on a hunt and can’t shave himself so the reader, with hidden feelings for dean, does it for him with lots of fluff please

Word Count: 1,270

Thank you<3

“Ouch! Jesus Christ, that’s a bitch.” The muffled cursing comes from behind the bathroom door, then followed by the clinking sound of something falling into the ceramic sink, and finally a, “Son of a bitch!”

Despite the laundry pile you’re carrying, you swerve across towards the door and knock a couple of times with your free hand, “Dean? Everything alright in there?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then a short reply, “Fine.”

He’s obviously frustrated – a tone you’ve quickly become accustomed to hearing after dragging him home from the hospital a few days ago. He’d landed badly after being catapulted across the room by an overzealous ghost and broken a hand, whereas Sam had gotten off with a concussion and you’d somehow managed to slip away injury-free – which had inevitably resulted in you skivvying around to cater to their every whim.

While Sam had managed to get over himself somewhat and take it easy while the hellish egg on his head goes down, Dean has been trying to do everything as normal. He hates being laid up like this, and trying to get everything done for himself has just resulted in more hurt and hindrance than help.

You still linger outside the door for a few moments, “Can I help at all?”

He hesitates, and for a long moment you wonder if he’s actually going to accept, “I could use a clean towel.”

“Got one here. Mind opening the door?” You ask, after trying to get in and finding the door locked. Again, a hesitation, but then the door opens, Dean fumbling with his good hand for a few moments to get it undone.

You pride yourself on being able to keep a poker face. Sometimes giving the enemy no indication of your emotions could mean the difference between life and death – sometimes it’s imperative that a victim doesn’t know what you’re thinking. But this time, when it’s important that you don’t make a sound so Dean doesn’t slam the door in your face, you just can’t seem to freaking manage it.

“I know, alright?” He huffs as you sidle into the bathroom and begin draping the towels from the pile over the towel rack, trying desperately not to laugh. It’s not your fault – he’s covered in shaving cream – it’s smudged over his nose and there are even splatters in his eyebrows. It’s all white, apart from a trail of crimson blood slipping down the side of his face.

“You can’t shave left-handed?” You guess, taking note of the razor left in the sink and the cast immobilising his right hand. He sighs wearily, and then nods.

“Nope. I’ve never had to try before, and I was starting to look even more homeless than Sam.” He complains, taking a towel from you when you offer one to him.

“Dean, for crying out loud, you shattered your hand. I think you’re allowed to look homeless for a little while.” You reassure him, balancing the rest of the laundry – mostly jeans and a handful of flannels – on the countertop, “If you really want it sorted, I’ll do it for you.”

As soon as the offer has left your mouth, you regret it – the very idea of managing to get so close to him without blushing like a five year old, or completely losing your breath… impossible. And yet, he nods, smiling ruefully.

“Would you mind? I just… can’t.” He shrugs, and you smile back, nodding and shooing him off towards the closed toilet seat.

“Go on then, sit down.” You instruct, picking up the razor and running the warm tap to clear it off. You let the tap run for a little while, filling the basin, and then approach Dean carefully, “You have to promise to stay still. Usually when I’m so close to someone with something this sharp it doesn’t end very well for them.”

He laughs, leaning back with the force of it, “That’s not encouraging, Y/N.”

“I said I’d do it. I never said I’d do it well.” You remind him with a smile – humour: humour is how you get through this without making a complete idiot of yourself.

“Much appreciated, beautiful.” He winks, and it’s all you can do to force out a snort and place your fingers beneath his chin to tilt his head up a little.

“Mm, whatever you say,” Sometimes it’s difficult not to take his words too seriously, and you have to remind yourself that Dean Winchester can and will flirt with anything that moves – you’re not special to him beyond being good friends and hunting buddies.

“Well, the closer you get, the more I’m thinking it.” He mumbles, remaining still as stone as you skin the razor over his skin smoothly – you’re painstakingly careful, starting on the opposite side to the cut on his lower cheek. He chuckles when you lean back to dunk the razor in the sink, then move back over to him.

“I’ll stay well back, then.” You wink in response, but contradict your own statement by leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts over your face. His eyes remain trained on your face, watching every movement as you press your lips together, squinting in concentration. You try your best to ignore it, being as careful and steady as your humanly can manage while you get to work.

His eyes don’t leave you until you’re finished, patting down his face with a towel and then handing it to him – only then does he force himself to look away, watching as you clear up and set everything back in its place.

When he finally manages to open his mouth, he’s expecting the words that come out to be ‘thanks, Y/N’ – instead, they’re, “When you’re concentrating, your nose does this funny little thing.”

You turn slowly, quirking an eyebrow in a manner he can only describe as adorable, “Excuse me?”

“It kinda… wrinkles. But just at the tip. Right here.” He taps his own nose, a small smile playing on his lips, “And you blink a lot. I just… never noticed before.” Dean confesses, giving a nonchalant shrug and trying to ask as if he isn’t mortified by the words.

Rather than make a comment, you give a smile, wiping your hands off and stepping back, “I suppose I’m not the kind of person people pay a whole lot of attention to.” It’s not meant to be self-deprecating, but Dean takes it that way nonetheless.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He rolls his eyes, standing up and poking at the cast as if his hand would be magically healed, “Y/N, you turn heads everywhere you go.”

“Yeah, right, of course.”

“Hey, look at me,” He takes your wrist in his hand, turning you to face him properly, “You’re beautiful. Really, truly beautiful. And smart, and kind, and funny. And people notice that. I notice that.”

That’s when your heart really does skip a beat – his eyes are on yours, emeralds glinting in the harsh white light of the bunker’s main bathroom.

“Dean, I-“

“You don’t need to reply to that. Didn’t mean to back you into a corner. Sorry.” Dean smiles sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck with his good hand – but you shake your head, stepping forward with all of the boldness you can muster.

“I want to.” You assure him, taking his good hand and squeezing it gently, “I don’t care about anyone else noticing. Just you.”

He hesitates, then glances sideways, at the door, “Can I kiss you?” He blurts, flushing red like an embarrassed teenager.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”  

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 4 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,487

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here!

And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?

“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”

“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.

“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.


“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”

“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”

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Business and Pleasure - Part 10

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,201

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by little--batman

The two of you had fallen into silence, both seemingly lost in thought. The appetizers were delicious, but you couldn’t do more than pick at them. You were too distracted by your thoughts to focus on eating.

So much had happened in so little time. Sure, it seemed like you had your best friend back, but who knew how long that would last. He seemed sincere earlier, but there was no way to guarantee that the two of you wouldn’t get into another stupid argument and find yourselves right back where you started.

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My Girl

Author: Juju

Warnings: fluffy fluff, and hints that reader is bi??? could be ignored tho

Summary: All the questions are about you in a live stream and Shawn couldn’t be happier.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I don’t really like this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but if you like it, send me your favorite line from this fic.


You were sitting in Shawn’s dressing room, enjoying the peace and quiet before the show. 

He was currently doing a live stream for his perfume launch. You would usually tag along and stay behind the cameras during interviews But not tonight. You decided to be lazy and have a little nap. 

Maybe that wasn’t the best choice.

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Never Let Me Go by loveisalaserquest17 - E, 55k

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”
Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single.
Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

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possessive pharaoh  : ahkmenrah x reader

It was a chill night at the museum and everyone was doing there own thing. A soccer match was taking place, Larry and Nick were playing fetch with Rexy and you decided to show Jed and Octavius the ins and outs of facebook with your profile as an example.

“So if you click here on photos you can ‘creep’ through pictures people have taken over the years.”

“this term creep, does not signify that I myself am a creep does it?” Octavius asked whole heartily.

You couldn’t help but giggle with how concerned he was. “No oct, doesn’t mean you are an actual creep.”

You decided to show them some pictures of your profile since they asked. A picture of you in a bikini popped up.

“woah woah woah, that’s you!” Jed said surprised.

You blushed a little nodding.

“wooo wee Ahky, you’ve got yourself one mighty fine babe!” Jed called as you noticed Ahkmenrah walking towards you three to stand behind the computer.

“tell me something I don’t know.” He smirked coming up behind you to plant a kiss on your cheek. You giggled turning away from him but immediately turned back to look into his soft eyes.

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babybouille  asked:

BTS reaction when they meet one of your friend that has a crush on you ? Thanks 😘

Here you go lovey:


He’d just smile and pull you closer not wanting to make it a problem. He’d know you two were stronger than to let a friend crush get in the way but still, he’d assert his claim on you in the simplest ways.


Though he wasn’t a very touchy person this would be an exception. He’d make sure his hand was always either on your knee or his arm was draped over your back. He wouldn’t be rude but he wouldn’t have much to say and would find himself staring at your friend in almost a threatening way.


He’d be polite to your friend, asking him questions so when your friend asked him questions in return he could use it as a way to brag highly about your relationship. It would get to the point where everyone knew what he was doing so you’d have to pull him aside at one point and tell him to tone it down. 


He’d feel really self conscious about it and would find himself loosing his happy-go lucky vibe slowly as your friend continued to flirt with you. He’d be very well aware you weren’t entertaining it though, and would smile gently every time you’d pull him into the conversation by rubbing your hand on his knee. That would make him feel better, but he’d still not like how your friend was acting. 


He wouldn’t care that your friend had a crush on you- why wouldn’t he, you’re gorgeous? He’d laugh and shake his head every time the friend would start flirting with would make you friend a little uncomfortable but serves him right. 


He’d be too busy laughing with your friend to notice him flirting at first but the moment he caught on he’d grow a little stiff. He wouldn’t laugh as much but he wouldn’t be rude. He’d sit there and ride out the meet up and when the two of you were walking away he’d pull you into his chest and kiss the top of your head reminding you that he loved you.


Jung kook would grow slightly more possessive of you. He’d stay quiet but would send your friend looks of warning from beside you. His jaw would flex every time a flirty comment was sent your way and if they kept coming despite the constant warning look he’d start to grow self conscious as to why your friend was ignoring his warnings.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

A/N: Just making it clear, Reader is 19+ although I have not specified it. This is clearly an AU.

“No sweetheart, we won’t need anything.” your father said as you dried your hands with a towel.

“Really? I mean dad, I could easily make something for you to eat. You order pizza and burgers practically every time and-”

“(Y/n)” your father cut you off with a small smile that you didn’t get to see often as his blue eyes focused on you “We will be just fine. You know the Winchesters, they never really have any preferations.” he shrugged just slightly and you chewed on your lower lip.

“It’s just- all I’m saying is I have time, no homework or anything.” you said as casually as you could. You didn’t want your father to start doubting you even for a second and you’d risked too much already.

“I know, angel.” he placed a hand on your shoulder “But you’re on your first year of college, just enjoy it you deserve this. And by enjoying it I don’t mean spend hours upon hours cooking for me and my friends.”

“You know I wouldn’t have a problem anyway.” you shrugged and he nodded his head.

“I know, but it’s alright. We will be fine.” he rubbed your arm and you sighed in defeat.

“If that’s what you-” you didn’t get to complete your sentence as the doorbell rang and – you tried to hide it as best asyou could – but your breathe hitched in your throat.

“I’ll go get that.” you said a little too fast for your liking but maybe you were thankful for how clueless your father was at times- alright maybe all the time. There were moments you thought he just couldn’t be from this Earth, from his awkwardness to his lack of knowledge about human norms and references you couldn’t help but think that he was an angel or something.

“Hey” you heard the person say as a big grin spread on their face as soon as he looked at you.

You couldn’t help the skip of your heartbeat “Hi” you said a lot more shyly than you wanted to “Come in Mr Winchester. I-” you glanced around “I thought that- that-” you started saying, more like stuttering as you let him in and he let a soft chuckle. Gosh that deep, rough, manly laugh of his that made the butterflies go crazy.

“That Sam would be coming?” he asked but shook his head “Nah he’s too busy being a nerd as usual.” he laughed softly and you smiled. Dean stood there for a moment as you fidgeted with your hands, he glanced around him for a second before opening his mouth to speak but was cut off before he could utter a word.

“Dean?” you heard your father call out and immediately you took a step backwards, almost without realizing it, and putting more distance between you and the older Winchester.

“Hey Cas” Dean grinned, a different kind of smile than he had previously given to you. So much different. A grin that was always different from the one he’d give to people, because the smile he’d give you always meant a lot more than he’d say or feel for anybody else. Oh yes you were screwed.

“Long time no see, buddy?” he chuckled as the two men hugged and for a moment you just looked at them with a fond smile on your face. You loved their friendship more than anything. Your father was not one to open up easily, and with all the family drama that you’d found out went on in his life, you were surprised at how close he was with the Winchesters. He considered them family and you’d learned to consider them as such to once you got to meet them.

“It certainly has been, Dean.” your father said in his usual deep and calm voice “Please come on.” he motioned for him to get in the living room as you followed behind closely, head almost bowed down; therefore missing the look dean gave you.

“Is Sam not with you?” he asked as Dean took a seat on the couch and your father on the one right in front of him.

“No, too busy with a case or something. Usual lawyer stuff.” Dean shrugged.

“Uhm” you spoke up a little hesitantly “Would you like anything to drink Mr Winchester? A beer or something?” you asked as he looked up at you.

“A beer would be great sweetheart, thanks.” he winked at you, giving you that signature Dean smirk and you nodded your head.

“Dad?” you looked at your father who nodded his head.

“A beer, thank you angel.” he smiled softly at you and you gave him a small smile. After a final glance you turned to make your way to the kitchen, unable to shake of the feeling of a pair of eyes following your every movement until you were out of sight. If only you could spot the way Dean was biting his lip then.


“Mhm damn (Y/n) you really outdid yourself with this one.” Dean said or more specifically moaned, practically through a mouth full as he ate on the apple pie you had just served them.

“Thank you Mr Winchester.” you offered him a small smile, sitting down next to him as you glanced down at your book.

The book whose one sentence you had been reading for the past hour or so. Your father insisted you could stay in your room or his office if you wanted some quiecy but you claimed you could still read and stay with them in case they needed something. Truth was it was just another excuse to steal glances at the insanely handsome man sitting next to you. Insanely handsome and… much older. Well, he was your father’s friend too but- you didn’t want to get started with that too. Truth was that just that’s what you had been doing the past hour, sneaking glances of the man and trying not to let it show how you practically melted on the inside every time he laughed or grinned. And as if that was not enough, he had to make all those sounds while you ate that just were so not appropriate. Your father didn’t think much of it but you

“She always makes sure to save a piece or two for you every time she makes pie.” your father said with a small smile and your eyes practically widened in shock.

“Really?” Dean asked, a sly and almost satisfied smirk slowly spreading on his lips “Wow (Y/n) that’s really thoughtful. Thanks sweetheart.” he winked at you as he licked his lips.

You almost choked on plain air so you only cleared your throat, giving your father a glare before shrugging as casually as you could “It’s no problem Mr Winchester. I know how much you like pie and since dad is not such a fun- I don’t really need to gain any more weight.” you tried to play it off with a soft laugh.

“Bullshit.” Dean scoffed “You’re gorgeous either way.” he said without almost realizing it, only seemingly speaking his mind. Fact that made you smile, blush and at the same time feel completely uncomfortable considering your father was standing right there.

“Thanks I guess.” you said with a small smile, not looking at him or anything for that matter but your book.

“Mhm” Dean hummed, as he still winked at you and didn’t say anything more as he kept on making those… so not appropriate for public noises as he ate on his pie. You just couldn’t help but admire for a moment the way he licked his lips and threw his head back for a moment. Boy and were you hooked on his lips in that moment. Those fully, rose, soft lips of his that- How was it possible that this man could turn eating pie into pure porn?

“If you’re done flirting with my daughter-” your father said a little more pointedly than you’d ever heard him before as he gave a look to his friend “-And making all these sounds-” he added and for a moment you held your breath, thinking that maybe he’d caught onto more than he let it show that he knew.

Dean merely grinned and shrugged “You know me man, I love eating a little too much.” he chuckled as he ate the last of his pie.

Well, that could have more than one meanings.

The mere thought made you shake your head and try to focus back on your book. You felt your cheeks burn but you only hoped to anyone that would listen that they weren’t paying any attention.

“That I do know.” your father sighed with a shake of his head and you sneaked a glance at him over your book to see that he indeed had not suspected something. Or at least not understood what Dean was implying.

“Alright-” he cleared his throat “-Remember that client I talked to you about that I met last Tuesday?”

“Uh blonde, short shorts, 5'9, C cup and-” he glanced at you as he started saying the next, obviously, asset but stopped himself when he saw the hard look on your face. He cleared his throat as he tried to fight off his own smirk.

“Yeah” he looked at Cas “I remember her. You sold her the house by the center, right?”

“Yeah. Well, she has this friend that has a great interest in cars. He wanted to talk with someone that specifies in them, since some of them have a few problems. He sells most of them but every time has to do a check first so he asked me if I knew someone and I thought about you. I have his phone and number would you be interested?” he asked and Dean nodded his head at his friend.

“Yeah, Cas. You know I am all up for cars.”

“Good because-” you stopped listening after that as you collected their plates, goosebumps forming as your fingers brushed with Dean’s, and made your way to the kitchen a little too fast. You need a glass of water, as cold as possible to get all those ideas out of your mind and of course the sounds he had just been making.


“Uh where’s dad?” you asked, your pace slowing down as you came back to the living room and noticed your father’s absence.

“He went to get the phone number of some guy in his office, not sure where he’s put it though.” he said slowly, glancing in the hallway that lead to your father’s office.

“Right. The bimbo’s friend.” you said through pursed lips as you practically snatched the book from the coffee table and all-but-glared at the page in front of you. And your anger – well, let’s be honest it’s all called jealousy – didn’t lessen in the least bit when you heard him laugh. He was seriously laughing at you? What the hell was this man even thinking? This was not amusing, like at all. You thought that for a moment he was mocking you for being jealous over another woman. A woman that without any doubt he could have all over him in second and- damn it. You felt jealousy burn inside you like a fire.

“What?” you almost snapped at him but were only met with raised arms and an adorable smile.

“It’s just-” he grinned, gosh that boyish grin would be the death of you “You’re so fucking cute when you’re jealous.” he confessed and you scoffed, looking back at your book.

“I’m not jealous.” you mumbled but where only met with some silence and shuffling. Before you could look up you felt two fingers grab your chin and another hand grab your book and take it away, almost throwing it on the floor. Dean made your head turn to look at him and you realized just how close your faces were.

“And even cuter when you blush while denying it.” he said and you shivered when he ran his thumb over your lower lip.

“Mr Winchester” you whispered, eyes furiously jumping around in alert; mostly behind him scared your father would show up any given second.

“Sshh” he leaned closer “Relax. We’ve done this plenty of times, haven’t we? And I’ve told you many times, it’s Dean.” he smiled softly and you held your breath.

“But- but my father could just walk in any moment.” you whispered, your voice not daring to get any louder than that. You shifted slightly to get him off you but it was impossible. In a swift and quiet abrupt move he grabbed you by your waist and made you lay down on the couch so that he was on top of you. Your bodies were pressed as he sandwiched you between his body and the couch, his weight resting on you and making you unable to swallow as he put a leg between yours.

“Come on sweetheart-” he whispered, his lips brushing past yours “This wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

“But- but we’re on the couch and he could just-”

“And last time we were in his own closet, not remembering we even had any clothes on when we got in it.” he grinned with a simple shrug and you bit your lip at the memory. You had forgotten a notebook in your father’s bedroom and while there to fetch it Dean had found you – claiming to your father he was going to the bathroom. And to top it all? Your father had decided to venture in his bedroom for whatever the heck he wanted.

“And the time before that we were in your room that just so happens to be next to your fathers while he and Sam were still awake talking about whatever lawyer-y stuff Sam could help your father with the houses.” he added before you could utter another word.

And the time before that- we were in the shower together while your father was in his office and I supposedly asleep on the guest room.” he continued and you had never felt your face heat up more than this very moment.

“Alright!” you said a little too loudly “Alright I get it.” you cleared your throat, and lowered your voice tone “I remember that.” you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled softly, his chest vibrating.

“This is not the same, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled and he gave you a hard look at which you just shook your head “What if he walks in? What would you do then? What would I do then? He’s my father- he’s your best friend!” you tried to reason with him.

“That would understand. That will understand when the time comes.” he said firmly and you only sighed with a shake of your head “Besides- We’ve talked about this, and we’ve been through with it. Yes, you are my best friend’s daughter. And yes there is no fucking way I’d let any other boy touch you the way I have and you know it too.”

You just couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at the way he said those words, the posessiveness and passion that laced his voice made you bite your lip. This was probably wrong- Hell, it was wrong. You were in a secret relationship with you father’s best friend, he was so much older than you and the things you did with him were not all that innocent. You knew that what you felt for him, and what he felt for you, was true but that didn’t take away the fact that thisshouldn’t be happening.

“That doesn’t mean you had to break his hand either.” you mumbled, looking up at him shyly and he grinned satisfied with what he’d done at a bar he’d spotted you with some friends once.

“You told him you were not interested and he kept touching you. I told him he should back off and he didn’t. What was I supposed to do? He was asking for it.” he shrugged and all you could do was stare up at him as you slowly brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Sure you had a hard time explaining why Dean had been so possessive and so angry at the guy hitting on you.

“You just can’t help it, can you?” you whispered and he grabbed your face with one hand grinning that same predatory smile that had you most of the time bare and shaking his arms in the very end.

“Hell no.” he growled as he looked down at you and without even giving you a warning he crashed his lips to yours. A gasp left your lips as you almost lost it when he attacked your mouth not only with kisses but also bites.

You shivered as his hands ran all over your body. His one hand ran down your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh and you cursed yourself for wearing shorts. You almost moaned into his mouth when he grabbed your ass and gave it a squeeze and you felt his other hand move from your face down to your chest and to your waist. He didn’t hesitate to yank your shirt a little upwards almost tearing in the process as he ran his hand over your waist, your belly and up to your chest. Your breathing became heavy swallow as he pressed harder on you, especially with his leg. You grabbed onto his hair, hearing him growl in the meantime and bite harder down on your lip. Even if you didn’t want to you opened your mouth and felt his tongue battle with yours as he kissed you hungrily.

“De-Dean” you almost moaned but mostly whined as he let out a soft growl, rubbing himself on you as his teeth grazed over your lips. Your fingers now dag onto his back as you fisted the flannel in your other hand and arched your back to get as much friction as you could. Dear you couldn’t be seriously thinking about things like this this very moment but he could take your breath away and have you all over him with such ease.

Your breath got caught in your lungs when you felt his hand trail from your ass to your thigh again and up to your waist. Until of course he started lowering it and fidgeting with the buttons of your shorts. You shifted in your place, eliciting a groan from him and you mumbled an apology for making his work harder. You just found it impossible to not move in anticipation. His fingers felt to be making goosebumps form every time they accidentally touched your skin as he struggled to free you. For someone that had done this plenty of times it always made you smile how nervous he could be with you at times. Gosh, you loved this man so fucking much. You panted as you arched your your hips so that you’d help him and you felt him grin into the kiss when he actually succeeded.

He managed to unzip your jean shorts and just as his hand finally came in contact with your skin, just before he could move it lower-

“Found it.” your heard your father say, his voice sounding far distant but certainly getting louder as his footstep.

You gasped and immediately pushed Dean away, him scurrying to get himself off of you. Not that it was so easy considering the mess of limps and shakiness you both were. You cleared your throat, smoothing down your hair and clothes – not missing the small rip Dean had managed to cause on your shirt – and hurried to grab your book from the floor. Dean himself cleared his throat and fixed his hair as fast as he could. He glanced at you though and saw you were actually shaking a lot more than him. He held your hands for a moment, steadying them to hold the book properly and leaned in to kiss your forehead tenderly.

“Relax. Everything’s alright.” he whispered and you gave him a weak smile, feeling your entire face burn and your lips tingle. You had no doubt they looked all red and kiss-swollen. You gave him a small smile and nod of your head, your head already burying in your book as you heard your father walk into the living room.

“I had been searching everywhere on the desk and papers but it was on the drawer.” your father sighed as he sat on the couch “I really need to clean up in there.” he sighed as he finally looked at you.

He frowned for a second “Everything alright?” he asked, looking between the two of you. Dean grinned, glancing at you before finally looking at his best friend.

“Just perfect

Library Secrets (reader x young Remus Lupin)

Summary: You help Remus out with a little problem he has;)

Warnings: Smut, fucking in a library, some dirty talk (just basically a lot of smut)

AN: I hope you enjoy this! Usually I am not in the mood to write smut but for Remus Lupin I’ll do anything.

Originally posted by peterandygarfield

You and Remus had been sitting in the library, you both quietly reading. As you read the book, Remus couldn’t help but he distracted by you. He would occassionaly, more than he would like to admit, look up from his book and stare at you, thinking things he probably shouldn’t be about.

But god he couldn’t help it. Fantasying the way your hand would gracefully glide over his cock. The way you would moan his name over and over again. How you would feel around him. Before he knew it the bulge in his pants began to grow.

He would imagine so many different places and ways he would do it with you. He knew it was wrong to think of you this way, yet he still did.

“Well if it isn’t our two favorite nerds!” Sirius shouted cutting off Remus’s thoughts.

“Hello moony, y/n.” James greeted “You two doing anything interesting. You guys are awfully close.” James winked and wiggled his eyebrows. You looked next to you realizing how little space was between you and Remus, causing you to scoot your chair over a couple inches.

“Awww look Remus is blushing!” Peter squealed. You felt as embarrassment washed over you and Remus’ cheeks became redder than they were before.

“Shut up.” Remus grumbled.

“Well so are you two going to go to hogsmeade together again this weekend.” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows “Maybe do a little more.” Sirius motioned his head to Remus’ pants. James punched Sirius’s shoulder. You looked over your shoulder slightly looking down at Remus’s pants seeing his bulge.

“Too much?” Sirius asked and James raised his eyebrows “Too much.” Sirius said as nodded his head and started to laugh. You however moved your hand so it was right on his bulge. Remus slightly jumped at this, and tried to cover a moan with a cough.

Remus didn’t want this moment to be ruined by his friends so quickly responded “Don’t you three have some where to be.” Remus said, as you lightly moved your finger tips along his dick.

“Umm no I don’t think so.” Sirius said.

“Yes you do. Now leave.”

“Pff alright we get it. Let’s go guys.” James said as he started to exit the library, Sirius and Peter following behind. The moment they were out of sight, you got up from where you were sitting, and purposely dropping one of your books on the floor.

“Whoops I dropped my book.’‘ You said as you leaned down to pick it up. As you leaned down your skirt rode up fully showing Remus your ass, his dick began to twitch. As you picked it up and stood up you plopped down on Remus’s lap. 

’'Got it.” You whispered in his ear.

“Y/n-n.” He whimpered as your ass sat on his bulge. All the confidence you had, left you body.

“Oh shit Remus, am I crushing you.” You began to stand up but Remus pushed you down.

“Don’t you fucking dare get off of my lap. I like it-I like it……” Remus tried to finish his sentence but he was too shy to admit his desires.

“You like it when I sit on your hard, think cock.” Remus let out a moan.


“Should we go somewhere more private.” Remus whispered as you moved your hand up and down his chest.

“No, I want you to fuck me in this library.”

“Mmmm such a naughty little girl.”

You started to unzip his pants as he unbuttoned your shirt. “At least let us go to the back of the library at least.”


“Lead the way.” You got up Remus’s lap, making extra sure to push out your ass, showing him your panties. You grabbed Remus’s hand and lead him to the back of the library, where no body was. As you reached it Remus pushed you into the wall, starting to suck hickies on your neck.

“Do you know how many times I imagined fucking you in here.”

“Remus….” You lightly moaned, as he pushed his pants and boxers down around his ankles, freeing his dick.

He then did the same thing with you, pushing your skirt and panties down to the ground. “Fuck y/n your so beautiful.” He said as he finished unbuttoning your blouse and pushing it off your shoulders, exposing your stomach and your covered breasts to him. He then ripped off your bra.

You also then started to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders showing you his chest and stomach with scars all over them. There were a few faded ones, while there were also a few pink ones from the recent full moon. “You’re so beautiful too Remus.”

He continued to suck on your neck and collar bones leaving a few hickies, causing you to moan out his name over and over again, just like he imagined.

“Fuck-k y/n.” He moaned as you started to jerk him with your hand.

“Did you imagine this, me jerking you off.”

“Fuck. Yes.” He bucked his hips “But this is better than I imagined.”

 He couldn’t handle much more of your teasing. He pushed you into the near by desk, you laid on your back, as he got on top of you.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” He whispered in your ear. You honestly had no idea where this confidence came from but you loved it on him.

Before you knew it he entered his dick in you, and started thrusting fast. “Fuck such a naughty girl, letting me fuck you in the library.”

“Remus.” You breathed as he began to hit the right spots. You tried to keep your moans down but oh god the way he thrusted into you so fast and so hard you couldn’t stop them.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Remus moaned into your ear as he grabbed the end of the table to help him keep his pace and balance. “Shit, y/n I’m cumming.”

“Me too, Remus cum for me.” The moment you said that Remus stopped his thrusts, he grunted into your neck, and spilled his seed into you, You then cumming soon after. Remus pulled out of you and got off of the table.

As you leaned up, Remus moved his hand for you to take it. You took it and hopped off the desk. You both quickly put your clothes back on. As you both finished Remus grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. He captured your lips in another kiss.


Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: implied smut boiiiii

A/n: just a short little fic I wanted to get out because this idea has been on my mind for ages! I didn’t really put that much effort into this one because I’ll most likely write up a smut version of this ! Newt is such a hot nerd wow

Originally posted by ucresearch

Pretty red lips, hair slightly curled. Tonight you were dolled up and ready to head out for dinner with your friends. Newt bit his lip as he sketched the way you looked tonight, making sure to emphasise the darkness of your eyeliner. He could barely contain himself as he observed you, wand in his mouth, pencil drawing out the curves of your body in that tight-fitting dress. He wasn’t much of an artist, but he made sure to at least capture every rare creature he came across.

“Newt, are you coming?” Queenie chimed as you, Tina and Jacob were filing out the door. You lingered there, your painted nails tapping on the wooden frame as you waited.

“Sorry, I just needed to note something I remembered.” He replied, hoping that he wasn’t blushing under your gaze. He looked down upon his notebook before he closed it up, binding it and throwing it into his suitcase.

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Lost In Translation (OT9)

Description: You recently moved in next door to 9 guys. You have befriended Jongin & Yixing but don’t really know the others yet. One morning you wake up in the wrong place and everything starts to change.

Requested: No

Genre: Starts out with fluff, angst and smut to come later

Pairing: Probably everyone x Reader

Author Note: The first couple of chapters set up the background and general storyline, then the pairings and smut will ensue, promise!

Word Count: full fic currently at 38k

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Chapter 1 - A State of Confusion

Chapter 2 - Arrival

Bliss, you were feeling utter bliss. You didn’t remember ever feeling this comfortable, when the hell did your bed become a cloud? You didn’t care and you sure as hell weren’t moving for anyone. There was no possible reason for you to leave the complete and utter comfort you were feeling. You hadn’t been this comfortable in months, not since…well not since you left home. Suddenly your heavenly comfort was interrupted… something was trying to move you. ‘Hmph’ you groaned 'Go away, I’m sooo comfy’ The light shaking got more forceful but you figured if you didn’t yield it would go away. Then the poking started. 'WHAT?!’ You woke up with a start. You sleepily glared at the eyes that were shocked, amused and as usual, confused at your outburst.

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anonymous asked:

Lelu! 10 best fics of all time?

i’m so sorry for answering this 84 years later rip! keep in mind that the word best when you’re talking about art is very subjective. i can’t tell you which are the best fics of all time but i can give you a list of my favorite fics of all time. i’ve read each one of these at least three times, and they’re my to-go place when everything else fails to distract me. ALSO! i put two fics from the same author? i don’t know if that counts? sorry lol

10) escapade (buy the book there!) / relief next to me by dolce_piccante (tumblr: @haydolce)

rntm summary: AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. 

9) here in the afterglow by fondleeds (tumblr: @fondleeds)

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

8) never let me go by loveisalaserquest17 (tumblr: @loveisalaserquest17)

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”
Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?” 

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single.
Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

7) wild and unruly / love is a rebellious bird by gloria_andrews & 100percentsassy (tumblr: @gloriaandrews@100percentsassy)

wau summary: Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land. 

liarb summary: AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.Don’t hum Bolero.

6) paint me in a million dreams by green_feelings (tumblr: @greenfeelings)

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

5) swim in the smoke by whoknows (tumblr: @crazyupsetter)

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

4) in vogue by otpwhatever (tumblr: @otpwhatever)

‘Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on the pages of your life’s work? Does your criteria seriously consist of one thing – a man’s ass?’
‘Well the ass is a man’s best asset,’ Harry smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. 'And don’t call the magazine my life’s work. There are far more important things in life, Louis Tomlinson, than what’s printed on the pages of a magazine.’

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

3) the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (tumblr: @alienproof) - AND its companion fic!

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

2) say hallelujah say goodnight by alivingfire (tumblr: @alivingfire)

Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they’re both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.

Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He’s seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he’s watched empires crumble into dust. He’s seen wildfire consume cities, he’s seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He’s met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces.

None of that stopped Louis in his tracks.

But Harry did.

1) young & beautiful by velvetoscar (tumblr: @mizzwilde)

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. 

SOME BONUS TRACKS for you anon, because the following authors are amazing!!!!

check out everything written by @icanhazzalou@lads-laddylads, @lululawrence, @myownsparknow, @fullonlarrie, @louandhazaf@rhuubarb, @suspendrs, @southerngothicau and @horsegirlharry!!!!!!!!! 

When they catch you gushing about them on the phone with a friend (Anonymous request ♡)


He’s just walking by your bedroom, wondering what you’re doing since he left you alone to work on some music. He understands you’re on the phone but stops walking when you say his name. Joonie comes closer & covers his mouth to hold his laugh when he hears you’re totally gushing about him, saying his new song is the best you’ve ever heard. You’re always so supportive but hearing you brag about him is just… Adorable. He enters the room and finds you on the bed, earphones on, legs in the air and fingers playing in your hair. You talk so much you don’t even hear him getting closer. « Wait until you hear it… Girl, you’re not ready. Namjoon is honestly the most talented person in the word. Can you believe he’s my boyfriend ? » Namjoon sits on the corner of the bed and leans to kiss your forehead, taking you by surprise. You look up to him with your mouth slightly opened and when you see the way he’s looking at you, your heart skips a beat. Namjoon offers you the sweetest smile and you can read « You’re so cute » on his lips. You bite your lips while trying to focus on what your best friend is saying on the phone, even if you just want to hang up and kiss him again and again, and again…


Taehyung frowns when he hears his name. You’re on the phone with your bestie for about forty minutes and he simply lets you enjoy it alone but he’s too curious now that he heard you talking about him. He founds you leaning on the kitchen’s counter and smiles immediately when he hears that you can’t stop gushing about him. He starts to laugh like a kid and walks towards you. You see him coming to you with his big stupid smile and it never fails to make you smile in return. He’s just too damn cute. He hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder, smiling like an idiot. It doesn’t stop you from letting your friend know how awesome your boyfriend is, because she needs to hear it (for the 2029924th time). Taehyung giggles at every compliments and tighten his embrace around you. When you hang up the phone and turn around to put your arms around his neck, something has changed in Tae’s smile. You already know what’s in his mind. Taehyung puts his tongue between his teeth and lower his hands to cup your ass. He raises you up in his arms and kisses your nose before dragging you to the bedroom « Let’s make babies. »


He comes in the kitchen to see if you need any help and finds you idly stirring the sauce while talking on the phone. « Yeah, he’s amazing. I think he doesn’t even know how beautiful his voice is. He drives me crazy. He’s so talented sometimes I wonder if he’s real… » Jin smiles while walking towards you. He sits on the counter next to you, making you startle. You blush and ask your friend if it’s okay to call her back later. You hang up and put your hands on your burning cheeks « You heard me… ». Jin laughs and beckons you to get closer. You place yourself between his legs, hands on his thighs, and close your eyes under the sweet caress of his hands on your cheeks. « You forgot to tell her something… » You pouts, sure he’s gonna tell a joke. He always tells a joke. You sigh and reply « What ? That you’re more handsome in real life ? » Jin bursts out laughing, making you smile. He kisses your cheek and slowly leans to your ears while tracing a wet path of kisses, making you shiver « You forgot to tell her I have the best girlfriend in the world… »


When you hang up the phone, Hobi suddenly opens the bedroom door, making you scream like a crazy old lady. He walks towards you, his wide smirk making you smile even if you don’t know why he’s acting like this. When he’s in front of you, he caresses your chin and raises an eyebrow « It seems like you have a lot to say about me… » You know you’re blushing but you try to remain impassive. Hoseok runs a hand on his hair and says with a cocky voice, repeating the things you just said to your best friend « He’s so talented… Omg, did you saw his last performance ? And his voice, always making me so happy, and soft, and more in love… He’s so handsome… He’s really my sunsh… » You stop him before he finishes, your hands gripping on his forearms and your cheeks burning. The fact that he heard you talk like that to your bestie embarrass you even if you always say those kind of things to him. On the phone with your best friend, you’re the real J-Hope stan (and you don’t want him to know how crazy you really are). Hobi laughs and pulls you against him, his hands cupping your cheeks « I’m so lucky to have you, Jagi… » He tighten his embrace and kisses you deeply, his body pressed against yours as he slowly leads you to the bed.


Suga grins when he understands that you’re talking about him. He sighs and comes in the bedroom to listen to your conversation. When he hears how proud you are while talking about him, Yoongi gets super cheesy but he’s glad you don’t see him. He walks towards the bed and puts his annoyed face on. You look up at him and tell your friend to wait a minute. Yoongi stays silent and stares at you while you sit straight up. He sighs again and his annoyed voice fills the room « Don’t you have other things to talk about ? I don’t even know her. » You don’t have any time to reply, Yoongi’s hand already taking your phone from your hand. He hangs up and throw it on the chair without looking at it. Upset, you raise yourself up on your knees and open your mouth to protest but Yoongi shuts you up by kissing you. Your entire body shivers and you let him lie you down on the bed while he settles on top, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You run your hand his hair and hear his cute pouty voice « You always say the nicest fucking things about me and it gets me so soft. I hate it. »


Jimin hears you from the corridor when he exits the bathroom and walks towards the bedroom. He’s sure you’re talking about him, but why ? He’s hiding behind the doorway and listens to you for several minutes with a stupid smile and blushing cheeks, overwhelmed by the way you talk about him. You just can’t stop gushing about him, telling your friend how amazing he is. After a while, he gets distracted by your words and leans a little too much, revealing some hair through the embrasure. You startle and tell your best friend you will call her back. « Jimin ? What are y… Were you listening ? » Jimin slowly walks into the bedroom while making a seducing yet cute dance « I heard everythiiiiiing…. » You begin to laugh as you sit up straight, feeling embarrassed but Jimin seems more embarrassed than you even though he’s trying to hide it behind his goofiness. When he sits on the bed, he pulls you on his lap and asks with a cute voice, head against your shoulder and eyes glued on yours « Do you really think everything you said about me, babe ? » You sigh and press his cheeks « Is this a real question ? Don’t make me start again… » You kiss his cheeks and lips, making him giggle like a child.


You hang up after being on the phone and sigh when you realize that you’ve been bragging about your boyfriend for thirty minutes. He’s been sleeping on the other side of the couch with his headphones on, his legs on yours. You were bored you called your bestie and you both began to gush about your respective boyfriends. Kookie didn’t woke up so you were free to ramble about him. While you rethink about your convo, you look at him and get soft when you see how cute he is. « Yah, I forgot to say how beautiful he is when he’s sleeping… » Suddenly, you see Jungkook’s lips moving « Send her a text, then. » You startle and open wide your eyes while he stands on his elbows just to see the look on your face. He laughs at you like the little demon he is and takes off his headphones. You feel the heat on your cheeks and pout. Jungkook raise an eyebrow and says cockily « You’re so obsessed with me, it’s unbelievable. Do you know how many times you said « perfect » ? » You look at him without saying anything, feeling ashamed as you stand up to get out of the room. « Jagiya ! » Jungkook grabs you and turns you to face him. You look away and whine « Stop making fun of me… » You turn your back again but Jungkook passes his arms around your waist and pulls you back on the sofa, you sitting on his lap. He begins to kiss your cheek and neck while he whines with a guilty voice « Sorry baby, but you were so cute… I love you… forgive me, It was just too tempting… » He continues to beg you for forgiveness, knowing that it will not take you long to give up. And he’s right. You roll your eyes and turn a little to kiss his lips, your hands pulling his hair a little harsher than usual, making sure he knows you’re still mad. Jungkook bites your lips and chuckles against your mouth « Let me show you how much I’m sorry, Jagi… »


Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

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You were practically a zombie as you stumbled to your locker and put in the combination incorrectly four times before finally putting in the correct combination and opening it. You’d been getting home even later from dance practice and then you’d had to stay up even later to finish the insane workload teachers were giving you. You almost regretted agreeing to do the dance with Hoseok. Almost. The thing was, you could tell you were improving when it came to dance. Moves came more naturally to you and you were building up muscle. Your butt? Amazing. Your thighs? Even better. Plus, you were getting to spend a lot more time with your best friend and other people you wouldn’t have normally even thought about striking up a conversation with.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt? Kim slowly gaining her popularity back bc ever since she changed and starting being nicer to people, the general population likes her more than Amanda. So Trini is worried that she'll leave them once she's accepted again, but Kim proves that this is not the case obviously and that she'd rather be outcasts with the team than popular without them. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense. I love your writing.

A/N: Here you go! Enjoy some more Trimberly :)

After Angel Grove is destroyed, Kimberly finds that the community comes together slowly but surely to fix their little hometown. Along with that, people start to forgive. She doesn’t feel so bad walking through town because people greet her with smiles instead of scowls. She starts holding her head higher in the hallways because everyone has stopped whispering about her. And she gains back friends who were too afraid to speak to her, afraid that they’d lose their popularity much like she did.

Slowly but surely, like their little town, Kimberly rebuilds. Remodels. But there has been so many great changes that she finds it a little hard to be overly happy about her slow rise to popularity. The best change she has made is the girl that walks through the halls on Kimberly’s arm. The same girl who spent so long shoved in the background that it makes Kimberly a little sad how much time she missed. How many kisses did she lose? How many laughs and smiles did she miss out on? How many I love you’s did so go without?

“…and then I blew it up.”

Kimberly shakes herself from her thoughts as she looks to where Billy is organizing his lunch, “You blew it up?”

“How else was I supposed to get rid of it? It was taking over our back porch.” Billy huffs as he looks up at her. “You should’ve seen how big the nest was.”

“I can only imagine.” Kimberly laughs before her entire demeanor changes as she sees a familiar smile approach. “Hey, you. Where have you been?”

“Mr. Green kept droning on about our project so we were literally just freed from his nerdy clutches.” Trini grumbles as she plops down beside Kimberly.

“Hamlet?” Kimberly asks, and Trini pouts with a nod. “Mm, yeah. I’ve heard about how crazy he can get. Good luck.”

“Well, thankfully my girlfriend is a literature nerd so I’ll just force her to help me.” Trini smirks as she turns her head and glances up through thick lashes. “Right?”

“Of course.” Kimberly smiles as she begins to lean forward.


Kimberly startles and glances up to see Jessica Andrews walking towards her, “Uh, hey. What’s up, Jess?”

“Please tell me you’re free tonight.”


“I am having a fashion crisis and you’re like the best thrift shopper I know.” Jessica whines. “I promise I’ll buy you coffee afterwards.”

Kimberly finds herself nodding, “Sure.”

“You are a lifesaver!” Jessica squeals.

“She is insane.” Kimberly laughs as the blonde blows her a kiss and rushes away from the table. “Great. An entire evening with her crazy ass.”

“We have to train tonight.” Billy pipes in.

“I think we can skip out on one training session.” Kimberly scoffs as she pops her chip bag open.

“We?” Billy frowns.

“Trini and I.” Kimberly shrugs.

Trini looks at her with wide eyes, “Why would I miss training?”

“I was going to ditch Jess after the thrift store and take you out for dinner.” Kimberly replies as she looks to Trini. “I mean, unless you don’t want to…?”

“No. I’m just…surprised.” Trini admits, and her eyes quickly drop to the table as Kimberly frowns. “I just didn’t know if you’d want me around your friends.”

“What?” Kimberly laughs.

“They’re popular.” Trini murmurs. “I’m not.”

“So? You’re my girlfriend.” Kimberly reminds her with a slight teasing in her voice. “If I go somewhere, I’m taking my lady with me.”

“Yeah?” Trini smiles as she turns her head.

“Of course.” Kimberly whispers as she leans forward to rest their lips together. “I hope you know you matter more.”

“I know now.” Trini whispers.


Three weeks later, Trini doesn’t know if Kimberly really believes what she said that day in the cafeteria. Of course she is still an amazing girlfriend, but she distances herself little by little from their band of misfits. It starts with skipped movie nights, then a few forgotten family dinners, and eventually training becomes an afterthought. Trini is worried, she feels like Kimberly is slipping away and she doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on.

They’re training on a Thursday and Trini puts all her worries into her fighting. Her punches are weaker, her kicks are avoided, and one too many fake putties take her out with ease. She is so used to having Kimberly at her back that she sometimes she forgets that right now she is on her own. It isn’t till she is thrown against a wall that she snaps back to reality. The pain radiates through her body and the boys surround her with worry on their faces as they look her over.

“You’re bleeding.” Jason frowns as he looks at the two deep cuts on her shoulder and forehead. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit and patch you up.”

Zack watches as Jason hurries off with Billy at his heels, “Alright. Talk to me, crazy girl. You’re fighting like your head is a million miles in the clouds.”

“I’m fine, Zack.” Trini snaps as she attempts to sit up only to stumble back as her head spins. “Shit. Okay, so I’m not fine. But I’m fine in other aspects.”

“Yes you are.” Zack smirks.

Trini finally cracks a smile as she rolls her eyes, “Now is not the time for you to be hitting on me.”

“Better me hitting on you than you hitting a wall.” Zack shrugs. “So, are you going to tell me what’s up?”

“Maybe you can tell us all what’s up.” Jason suggests as he walks back towards them with the first aid kit. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose focus like that.”

“I’ve got a lot on my mind…”

“You mean you have Kim on your mind? I think that’s what she means.” Billy chirps as he pops the first aid kit open. “You seem…sad.”

“I’m not sad.” Trini assures him with a wince as Jason presses a layer of gauze to her forehead. “I’m just confused. Kim said that…it just seems like she’s changed since everyone forgave her.”

“Have you maybe tried talking to her about it?” Jason asks as he accepts the alcohol pad Billy holds out.

“She’s so happy.” Trini mumbles before she tenses at the sting of alcohol. “I want her to be happy. No matter what. And having all of her old friends back makes her smile, and she seems so much lighter. It’d be fucked up for me to tell her that I’m upset about it.”

“Kim isn’t our friend anymore?” Billy demands.

“No. She’s still our friend.” Jason assures him with a small smile. “She just has a lot going on, she just needs someone to pull her head from her ass.”

Zack snorts as he works on putting bandaids on Trini’s shoulder, “What about you, jockstrap? You ever miss that part of your life?”

“Sometimes I do.” Jason admits with a slow nod. “But I know I belong with you guys, being a part of this little family is a part of my destiny. All of those people will disappear from my life as time goes on, but you guys are here to stay.”

Trini smiles at the boy, “I hope Kim sees it that way some day.”


Kimberly throws her head back and laughs at her friends’ as they walk out of the freshly built Krispy Kreme. Her attention is so focused on whatever Gillian Baker is saying that she barely hears Jessica mention Jason’s name; it isn’t till she looks up to see him leaning against the building across the street that she offers him a smile and wave that he doesn’t return.

“What’s his issue?” Jessica sneers.

“Not sure, guess I should go find out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Kimberly smiles, and she is quick to cross the street and pause before her friend. “Hey, Jace.”

“You missed training. Again.” Jason frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I think that’s the fifth training session you’ve missed, Kim.”

“I’m sorry. Harper invited us out to…”

“Trini got hurt.”

The words are like ice being thrown at her, and she stares at him for a long moment to search for answers. It takes her a moment to notice the small speckles of blood on his t-shirt and she feels the air disappear around her; it’s the same feeling she got after Trini was attacked by Rita, the same ache she felt during their near death experience.

“Is she okay?” Kimberly demands.

Jason drops his arms slowly, “I mean, it wasn’t life threatening but I guess her mom took her to the hospital to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.”

“Why didn’t anyone call me?”

“Trini didn’t want to bother you.” Jason replies. “She knew you were out with your friends, and she didn’t want you to have to drop everything for her.”

“What?” Kimberly scoffs. “She knows I would.”

“Would you?”

Kimberly jerks back at his tone and her grip tightens subtly on her coffee cup, “What are you trying to say?”

“Look, I’m not trying to be an ass,” Jason sighs. “But it kills me seeing any of you upset, and Trini is really confused on where she fits in your life.”


Kimberly feels her heart break at his words, she was so sure Trini knew exactly where she fit. She fit in the center of Kimberly’s world, she was Kimberly’s anchor. With a shudder of a breath, her grasp finally broke through the plastic of her drink and she barely registered the burning of the coffee as it dripped down her hand.


Kimberly shakes her head and backs away from him, “I need to go see Trini. I’m…thank you, Jace.”


By the time Trini finally gets home from the hospital, her entire body is throbbing. Her mother is gentle with her, and for a little while Trini revels in it. But then the questions start and Trini mumbles something about a shower before she disappears and slips into her bathroom. The hot water pounds down on her and the steam seems to clear her mind as she presses her hands to the wall and allows her head to drop forward. She stays until the tap turns cold and she is quick to slip out and into a fluffy towel before she patters off to her bedroom.

All she wants right now is her Batman pajamas and Golden Girls; the idea of a night by herself brings an odd sensation to her. She hasn’t had a night alone since they had found their coins that fateful night. With a sigh, Trini slips into her room and is a second away from dropping her towel before she hears someone clear their throat. A small squeak leaves her as she clutches her towel to herself and turns to see Kimberly sitting on the edge of her bed with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Trini demands.

“Well, I found out my girlfriend was hurt so I wanted to come over and make sure she was okay.” Kimberly replies as she presses a hand over her eyes. “You can change.”

Trini smiles softly and rolls her eyes as she sees Kimberly make a show of peeking through her fingers, “Turn around.”

“I won’t look…”

“Turn around.” Trini repeats.

A swell of adoration bubbles deep in Trini’s stomach at Kimberly’s pout before she does as she was ordered. Trini dresses quickly and tosses her towel in her laundry basket before she moves to crawl onto her bed. As soon as her body makes contact with the mattress, a hiss of pain escapes her and Kimberly turns to face her with wide, worried eyes.

“What happened?” Kimberly whispers.

Trini shifts on the bed and scowls, “You’d know if you actually showed up for training now and then.”

“I deserve that.” Kimberly murmurs as she reaches out to sweep a strand of hair from Trini’s face. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“I’d say it’s fine, but I would be lying.” Trini mumbles as she turns her head subtly into the touch. “Billy asked us if you were still our friend.”

“What? Of course I am.” Kimberly scoffs as she drops her hand from Trini’s face. “God. Am I not allowed to have friends outside of our group? Am I only limited to talking to the four of you?”

Trini is calm as she arches an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “I don’t recall ever expressing my dislike towards you having other friends. It’s your life, Kim. Nobody can tell you what to do.”

“Well, it feels like you guys want me to choose…”

“I don’t want you to choose.” Trini cuts in as she narrows her eyes. “I just wish you’d learn how to balance it all, I wish you’d see how much the boys miss you. I wish you’d see how much I miss you.”

Kimberly softens, “You miss me?”

“Always.” Trini shrugs. “I know you’re building old friendships back, but we still exist. The four of us, we were the ones who didn’t judge you. We didn’t outcast you for one stupid mistake.”

“I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. You had a completely different life before we became superheroes.” Trini shrugs. “And I understand that you miss that part of your life, and I would never ask you to just walk away from that again. I want you to be happy.”

Kimberly is silent for a long moment before her brow furrows, “Being a Power Ranger makes me happy. Billy’s excitement makes me happy. Zack’s enthusiasm for life makes me happy. Jason’s optimism makes me happy. You make me happy.”

“But so do they.” Trini whispers.

“No, they made the old me happy…and I’m not sure I can even call the old me happy. I was safe, feared.” Kimberly frowns. “It’s different with you guys, especially you. I am so happy when I’m with you guys.”

Trini tries to smother her yawn, “We’re happy when you’re with us too. But mostly me. I’m the happiest.”

“Of course.” Kimberly snorts, and Trini sees the way she scans her over. “You look exhausted, you should get some sleep.”

“Stay.” Trini orders.

Kimberly gives her that smile that melts her heart and kicks off her shoes before she joins Trini under the covers. Trini snuggles into her girlfriend and listens to steady thud of her heartbeat while gentle fingers pull through her damp locks and slowly lull her to sleep.

“I’d choose you, y’know?”

Trini blinks sleepily, “Hm?”

“If you made me choose,” Kimberly whispers as she ducks her head to press her lips to Trini’s dark locks. “I’d choose you, without a second thought.”

Trini falls asleep with a smile on her face, and holds onto the knowledge that the Kimberly wants Trini as much as Trini wants Kimberly.


Kimberly walks into the cafeteria and glances around the crowded room. She sees most of her friends crowded at a table across the room, and she can hear their booming laughter as they all stand over one of the football player’s and stare down at his phone; she has no doubt they’re watching some video of a freshmen being tortured by one of them.

A smile pulls at her lips as she targets her gaze at the table in the back corner. Billy is fiddling with something, his brows are furrowed and his lunch is all but forgotten. Jason is switching between reading a book and stuffing the school’s mystery meat in his face. Zack is passed out on a paper bag. And Trini is watching Billy with a fond smile while she eats her celery. Her friends, her family, look so happy and she’s never wanted to be somewhere so badly.

“Kim!” Harper calls.

Kimberly looks to her and she spares the dozens of gazes on her a smile before she crosses the cafeteria and slides into the empty seat beside Trini. She can feel the eyes on her, but all she cares about is the beam that lights up Trini’s face while the boys flash her knowing looks; it’s all that matters to her.

“Hi.” Trini hums.

Kimberly sighs adoringly and leans forward to press a soft kiss to smiling lips, “Hi, gorgeous. Miss me?”

Trini shrugs with a smug expression, “Always. Did you miss me?”

“Always.” Kimberly mocks.

As she sits with the four most important people in her world, she has never felt more right. She knows where she belongs, right here with the people that feel like home.

the prince and the pauper-esque

Originally posted by jiminrolls

muses: jimin x reader
genre: fluff
type: slice of life au / ceo au
word count: 1.1k

The day in itself wasn’t bad. Wasn’t particularly all rainbows and sunshine either. But you managed to submit your assignments in time, five hours before the deadline, in fact. And for a college student, that’s considered a remarkable achievement. Minus the overachievers slash teacher’s pets, of course. So to celebrate the last day of the week before weekend comes and bless the poor, sleep-deprived souls of college students, you and your friends have made plans to head out to that diner a few blocks away. Their cheesecake’s out of this world.

It is smooth sailing, until you and your friends step out of campus and are met by a flash of red along the curb. Complementing the lavish piece of Lambo, is none other than the bleached blond man in the driver’s seat, eyes hidden beneath a pair of Ray Ban but somehow, you easily get the feeling they’re on you.

The closer you get, the softer his sharp-enough-to-kill jaw turns. Until the corners of his lips tug upwards, possibly being the cause of the growing whispers and ‘oooh’s’ among the friends you left behind.

“Really need to tone it down with the cliche, buddy. This isn’t some good girl-bad boy-esque story where the guy just knows where the girl is and pops up randomly to take her on his big bad motorbike -in this case, angry looking convertible- and whisk her away from the big bad world.”

Jimin cackles, the melodious sound so free and unrestrained. “Rather than good girl-bad boy don’t you think we fit the prince and the pauper-esque a little better?”

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Show Me (M)

Reader x J-Hope

Rated: M for smut 

Word count: 1.6k (I swear this was supposed to be a drabble but im an idiot as you can see LOL)

Summary: You wake up next to your best friend the morning after a party you knew you clearly went too crazy at. Not remembering what happened while you were in your drunken state, your best friend attempts to remind you what went down. But perhaps he went a little overboard… ;)

Authors note: my very first smut on this blog! this was something i just decided to write after seeing an fmv of hoseok and it clearly made me go nuts LOOOOL I’m not too good at writing smut, but please enjoy! ;)) 

warning: you need water fammmmm lots and lots of water

Opening your eyes, you squinted to the rays of light from the grey skies coming through the windows. The effects from last night’s party and all those drinks were wearing down on you as your head pounded and distorted your trail of thought. You started to get out of bed when you notice a toned arm wrapped around your waist. Stifling a gasp, you shut your eyes and slowly turned your body to see who the stranger was that shared your bed last night. Slowly opening an eye, you see your best friend Jung Hoseok, sleeping next to you, his face merely inches from yours. The natural light from the windows illuminated his face, giving him a heavenly glow. Still shocked from what you saw, you carefully lifted the blanket the two of you shared, and sighed in relief, knowing that nothing happened between you guys last night.

You looked at the time, it was 9 AM. How did I wake up this early? You thought, as you attempted to remove Hoseok’s strong hold on you so you could go get some pain medications to control your headache. Doing so, a low groan was emitted from your best friend as he tightened his grip even more, not letting you go. You huffed and turned to face him, and saw him gazing at you with a slight smile on his face.

“Oh my gosh let go of me, you’re holding me so tightly.” You whined.

“Good morning to you too.” Hoseok murmured, smiling dreamily.

“My head hurts so, so much. What the hell even happened last night?” You winced at your pounding head.

“Someone here had a little too much to drink,” Hoseok chucked, “and the things she did last night…”

You felt your face turn red, “W-what do you mean ‘the things she did last night?’”

“You really want to know?” Hoseok inched closer, whispering into your ear.

“Hoseok… we didn’t… do that… did we?” You asked warily.

He smiled lazily, “Nothing that you’d regret the next day when you’re sober.”

You laughed out of relief, and Hoseok snuggled into you as you whacked him, telling him to move.

“But I wanna sleep!” Hoseok pouted as he hugged onto you for dear life, “You’re so comfy!”

You agreed to stay like that for another hour and the two of you laid there sprawled out on each other, when you suddenly recalled what Hoseok had told you moments earlier.

“Hey… what did you really mean by the stuff I did last night?” You asked carefully.

“Do you not remember anything from the party?” Hoseok asked.

You furrowed your brows as you tried to remember things from last night.

“Wheee! This is so much fun! Dance with me!!” You grabbed your best friends’ hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. The two of you were tipsy and out of control, dancing around like idiots, and doing stupid antics.

The music changed to a slow tempo, as you threw your arms around Hoseok’s neck, swaying your hips to the beat. He placed his hands on your hips as you two danced together. All your friends were sitting at the bar table, staring at the two of you.

“Just fuck already geez, can they be a couple, please??” Your friend Julie whined.

“Patience is virtue, my friend.” Another one of your friends snickered.

“Shut up Namjoon, I’m not gonna listen to your philosophical stuff tonight.” Julie laughed, hitting him playfully.

Back at the dance floor, you were getting tired from dancing and wanted to rest. 

“Hobi, I wanna go upstairs and lie down for a bit, can you come with me?” You slurred.

You both climbed up the stairs, and searched for an empty room. Hoseok took you into the room and brought out clothes, a bit too big for you, to change into. Without considering the company in the room, you stripped out of your clothes and slipped the loose t-shirt over your body, causing the boy in the room to flush a bright shade of red.

“Ahh, comfy at last…” You sighed, as you threw yourself onto the bed. Hoseok climbed onto the bed and laid next to you. You took his hand and traced meaningless shapes and lines as he stared intently at you. Looking up at him, you notice him inching closer and closer, smelling the mix of beer and cologne from him.

The next thing you remembered was Hoseok’s hand caressing your face.

Your head pounded as you tried to remember more. How much did you even drink last night?

“Shit… I don’t remember… can you tell me for once, please?” You winced. Hoseok’s hand reached over to your head, and gave it a light massage.

“Should I really tell you?” Hoseok smirked.


“You sure?”

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards you. “Fucking tell me right now Jung Hoseok, or you’ll see the worst of me.”

It all happened so quickly. Hoseok suddenly was hovering above you, his body on all fours, on top of yours, and hands on either side of your head. He smirked as he leaned close to your face.

“No idea yet?”

Your face flushed as you started to get an inkling of what might’ve happened last night.

“How about you show me instead?” You stared up at him, finding your newfound confidence. Hoseok smirked again, as his eyes grew intense. He lifted a hand to caress your cheek.

He leaned forward slowly, and you closed your eyes, anticipating what was to come. His lips pressed firmly on yours. You unconsciously brought your hands up and brought his face closer, and reciprocated the kiss. Hoseok swiped his tongue over your top lip and you gave him entrance to explore the depths of your mouth. His tongue caressed yours, slowly at first, then increasing speed as you both started fighting for dominance. You pulled at his bottom lip and elicited a growl from him. Breaking apart after a few moments, you stopped to catch your breaths.

“Remember anything now?” Hoseok panted.

Your stomach tightened, and you pulled him back in for another deep and heated kiss. Mouths were moulded onto each other, teeth were clashing, riling you up even more. You spread your legs, letting him place his knee between your legs. Hoseok started trailing kisses down your jaw, and onto your neck. You let out a soft moan, clutching onto his hair as he sucked harshly on your sensitive spot, leaving a blossoming red mark. Not getting enough of you, he came back up again and kissed you hungrily. Your senses were overwhelmed and you unconsciously bucked your hips up towards him.

“Someone’s getting a little too excited hmm?” Hoseok playfully growled against your lips.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You moaned.

Your mind focused on all the little touches Hoseok placed on your body. From the feather-light touches on your waist, to the sloppy yet soft kisses he was placing on your neck, slowly going lower. Hoseok reached your collarbones and lightly sucked on it. Moaning softly, you reached forward to pull his shirt up, and slipped your hands under the clothing, feeling his torso.

Without warning, Hoseok brought his hand down and cupped your heat, making you gasp very loudly. He traced small circles over your underwear, and your breathing became even more erratic, making you a moaning mess. You continued to buck your hips up to feel more of his fingers, but he pulled away and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Do you want something, Y/N?” Hoseok purred.

“I-I want y-your fingers.” You gasped.

He leaned forward and grazed your ear, “You don’t want to do anything you’ll regret later.”

His husky yet honey-like voice turned you on even more, you felt like your insides burning up, and you felt your underwear becoming more and more soaked. You took his hand and placed it on your mound, staring directly at him as you rocked your hips ever so slowly.

The gesture was so intimate, that Hoseok let out a loud groan and slipped his middle finger into your core. Lewd, squelching noises were made as his finger thrusted in and out of you. You tightened your core, thrusting in rhythm, moaning shamelessly. None of you cared if the rest of your friends heard your noises.

“Fuck… right there!” You moaned. Hoseok went faster, and curled his finger inside of you, leaving you in ecstasy right there. Suddenly he pulled out, and put his finger in his mouth to have a taste of your arousal. “Mmm, you taste so sweet.” He hummed.

Realization started to hit you, that you were doing all this with your best friend. You turned red and brought your legs back together, but when you looked back at him, you couldn’t ignore the clear arousal on his face, and how blown out he looked. All because of you. Caving into your sexual desires, you sat up and straddled him, then kissed him passionately. Hoseok placed one hand on your waist and cupped your cheek with the other, as he gently reciprocated the kiss.

Moments later, Hoseok parts away from you, panting, and his swollen lips smirking. He lifts you off of him and pushes you onto the surface of the mattress. Still panting heavily, you gaze up at him in confusion.

“So… I showed you what happened last night with a bit of extra perks. But if you wanna get the full package, just let me know.” He winks, teasingly caressing your thigh as he proceeds to get up.

You sat up hurriedly, “What the fuck?!” You yelped. He had denied you of your orgasm, and you felt empty and somewhat mad that he suddenly backed out and said all that to your face.


You huffed, as you watched him walk out of the room. First and foremost, you realized that you two only made out last night. Second, you knew you liked what happened and deep down, you actually wanted this to happen. Lastly, you were definitely going to get him back for this.

A/N: there might be spelling errors in this so i apologize in advance! but anywaysss, feedback? comments? suggestions? lemme know, i’m open to all! :) thanks for reading!! 

Jared ruins everything. (Jared Kleinman x Sibling!Reader, Evan Hansen x Kleinman!Reader)

A/N: I feel so bad posting this because I asked someone if they’d edit this for me and I haven’t heard anything from them in 3 days. This was my first time writing for DEH, so I apologize if anyone is OOC.

Jared Kleinman is a third wheel, though he’d never say so. If you mentioned it to him he’d insist that he only stayed with you and Evan all the time to “protect” you by request of your parents, which was partially true. But they had only asked him to keep a subtle eye on you, and for only one time, not follow you and Evan every place possible. And any sensible person knew Evan would never intentionally hurt a fly, let alone you. Evan loved and cared for you deeply, but Jared was the typical overprotective older brother. Ever since you had been adopted by the Kleinman’s, Jared had been treating you the same way a mother bird would protect her chicks. That definitely didn’t change when you entered high school a year after him. And it didn’t change when you told him about your first date with Evan.  

When you were about to leave to meet Evan at À La Mode, Jared walked out of the living room with a very confused face, “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got a date tonight.”, you explained whilst trying to leave the house, but Jared just wouldn’t let you.

He scoffed, “And who with? If it’s that freak Connor Murphy, you’re dead.”

“No, it’s not Connor. But I still wish you wouldn’t call him a freak. You haven’t actually talked to him, he’s not that bad.”, you replied with a roll of your eyes.

“When he stops looking like a walking Hot Topic advertisement, I’ll think about talking to him.”, a quiet moment passed until he asked his previous question again, “So if it’s not Connor, who is your date with?”

You glanced down at your watch to make sure you weren’t running late, “Evan Hansen.”

Jared couldn’t help but burst into laughter at what you said, “That wet rag? You can’t be serious!”, but he could tell from the unamused look on your face that you were in fact serious.

Then all his questions poured out, “Oh God, where are you going? How are you getting there? When are you coming back? Do you need me to drive you? What about money, do you need some?”

“Jared, I’ll be fine. This is Evan Hansen we’re talking about. And if you must know, we’re going to À La Mode and I should be back around nine. Now, I have to go because it’s not charming to be late for a first date. I’ll see ya later.”, you side hugged Jared as you walked to your car.

You had some of the most fun ever with Evan. After you, two got through the first date awkwardness, and Evan was able to calm down his anxiety, it was just pure happiness from both parties. It was so nice, that the two of you had lost track of time. Neither one of you thought to contact your parents about being home an hour later than expected. Your parents were on a mini vacation and Evan’s mom was working late, again. You expected Jared not to bat an eye at you coming home late. You’ve done that before and he didn’t seem to mind. Oh boy, were you wrong.

The moment you stepped into the house, Jared was fuming. “Where have you been?”, he yelled.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I was with Evan, you know that. Chill out.”

“Chill out? How to hell am I supposed to be chilled out?! It’s an hour passed when you said you’d be home! No call, no text, no nothing! You could have been dead or some shit and I would know nothing about it!”, he scolded.

“First of all, you could have called me.”

“That’s not the point-”

“In my case, it is. Second, I am 17 years old. I don’t need you to treat me like I’m a child. You’re not my dad, stop acting like you are.”

His face turned red with anger, “When Mom and Dad aren’t home, I am.”

You groaned in frustration, “Why are you making this such a big deal. I’m home, aren’t I? I’m fine.”

“I’m not making this a big deal, you are! You don’t know what boys are like!”, he half-ass explained.

“Evan isn’t like other boys! That’s why I went out with him in the first place. He isn’t always trying to get laid, or just dating for the hell of it. He likes me for me, and I like him. So deal with it!”, you protested as you walked up to your room.

Jared barked up at you, “Mark my words! The insanely cool Jared Kleinman will protect his baby sister from the evil clutches of man!”

And from that moment on, he did. He had followed you and Evan everywhere. When you two went on your second date to the movies, Jared was sitting 2 rows behind you two and threw popcorn at Evan everytime he tried to hold your hand or drape his arm on the back of your seat. At lunch, Jared would be sitting across from you two whilst angrily eating his BLT. The worst, by a mile, was whenever Evan would come over to your house. Jared would pull out his Regina George’s mom card on those occasions.

“You two need anything? Snacks? A condom? Just let me know.”, he intruded as you and Evan tried to watch BBC Earth.

Evan would turn as red as an ocean perch out of embarrassment at the thought of needing a condom and you turned red out of embarrassment and anger.

“He’s, um, well… he’s kidding. He wouldn’t give us one, but not that we need one. It’s not like we’re gonna, ya know?”, you stammered out.

But that only seemed to make matters worse because you felt Evan’s hand that was holding yours become clammy. He was now tense and you knew that it would take him a second to get back to being comfortable, whilst being in such close proximity to you.

A few weeks after that, you begged your parents to let you go to Evan’s house without your brother’s knowledge. They reluctantly agreed but demanded that you tell them when you got there, give them small updates saying you’re okay, and you texted them when you were leaving. You agreed to their terms and rushed to Evan’s house.

You and Evan were content as you cuddled on his couch. He was sitting with his arm wrapped around you as you nuzzled into the side of him. Things were perfect, well, almost perfect. A sheen of awkwardness loomed over the two of you.

It had come from a comment that, guess who, your brother had made earlier in the day. Jared had, not so, subtly asked if you and Evan had slept together. With Evan being the social Einstein that he is, he had answered him with a solid yes. He took Jared’s question as actually sleeping instead of having sex. Evan didn’t realize his mistake until Jared started laughing loud enough for China to hear.

Of course, you and Evan had the occasional makeout session, but it never went farther than that. You both were a little apprehensive to do so, not to say you didn’t want to. You just didn’t feel like you needed to rush into anything.  

Anyways, that moment was stuck with the two of you for the rest of the day. You couldn’t take it anymore. All you wanted to do was spend some nice time with your boyfriend and your brother had ruined it! You decided to do something about it, but you couldn’t think of what to do. Your gaze changed from the TV that was playing Coraline, to Evan. He looked truly beautiful with the light from the TV lightly illuminating his face. He looked… soft and peaceful. There were no traces of worry, anxiety, or doubt on his face. He just looked content. Your chest swelled with admiration for the person sitting next to you. Just being around him made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Evan caught you staring at him from the corner of his eye, so he looked over at you, “Do I have pizza sauce on my face?”, he asked with genuine concern. He sat up and grabbed a napkin off of the coffee table to try and wipe off whatever was there.

You chuckled at him and placed your hand over his, “No, you don’t have anything on your face. You’re fine.”

His cheeks became lightly dusted with pink, “Oh, I just assumed because you were staring at me. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Ev.”, you said as you moved your hair to cup his cheek. You stared into his eyes for a second more before you softly connected your lips to his. He was still for a second but quickly responded to your kiss. He caressed your hand with his own. As the two of you kissed, you migrated to where the two of you were laying down the couch, with him straddling you. You moved one Evan’s shaking hands to rest on your stomach under your shirt. He whimpered quietly against your lips.

Just as he was going to move his hand up your torso, there was a loud knock on the front door. You moved away and groaned slightly at the interruption. He climbed off of you and sat back down on the couch.

“I’ll go get the door.”, you offered as you stood up from the couch.

Evan protested, “No, you don’t have to, it’s my house. Shouldn’t I be the person to answer the door?”

“Well, yes, but you don’t like talking to people at the door.”

“Oh yeah.”, he said as he sighed, “You can answer it.”

As you walked to the Hansen’s front door, you tried to think of who it could possibly be. You and Evan didn’t have too many friends, so it wasn’t that. You and Evan hadn’t hadn’t ordered any more food. Heidi was working at the hospital and was going to class right after that, also why would she knock on the door to her own house, and why would she go through the front door? A ton of different possibilities ran through your head, but none of them were actually who was there.

When you opened the front door, you saw the one person you didn’t want to, your brother. The grin he wore only grew as you groaned at him. “Hello, my little sibling. With much pestering, on my part, I was able to get Mom and Dad to budge on where you were.”, he explained as he waltzed into the house.

“What in the heck, Jared?!”, you hissed at him as you followed him to the living room.

He ignored you as he talked to your boyfriend, “Oh hello, Mr. Evan. How are you? You look a little flustered. Is it hot in here, or were you two just doing something a little PG-13?”

You slapped him on the back of his head, “Buzz off, Jared. Why are you here?”, you quizzed while moving past him to sit next to Evan.

“Well I just wanted to spend time with my two most favorite people.”, he said as he moved to sit on the couch, “If you’ll just let me squeeze on in between you two.” You both reluctantly moved apart to make room for him.

And that’s how moments would always go. You and Evan would do something so cheesy and cute, it could have been straight out of an 80s movie, and Jared would ruin the moment. But you knew he did it with good intentions, even if it did make you want to murder him every time he intruded on you and Evan. You assumed you and Evan would just have to be extra sneaky to have some alone time. Or tie Jared up in a chair in his room, that works too.