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The Good Bad Boy

GROUP: BTS

PAIRING: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Badboy! au, fluff

Word count: 1.3k 

SYNOPSIS:

The baddie of the town asks you out on a date and what follows is a night of revelations about a bad boy who is a good man 

A/N:  For the anon who requested a Hoseok bad boy AU. Thank you for giving my dead ass something fluffy to write! I LOVE bad boy Hoseok! and I think this is the SOFTEST thing I have written. 

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Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“What the fuck are all of you looking at?” he glared at the spectators that had gathered around you two , harshly enough for them to disperse around and resume whatever they were doing. You stood frozen in your spot, tightly clutching your bag against your chest , fingers digging into the leather. Jung Hoseok, the baddest boy in town was standing in front of you and he had just asked you out on a date. With a toothpick dangling from his lips, he was tapping his foot impatiently on the ground waiting for you to respond.

“Listen buttercup I don’t have all day. Is this date happening or not?” he took a step towards you and your automatic response was taking a step back. The process continued until you were pinned against his motorcycle.  His placed his hands on either side of you and leant in close to your ear. He smelled like musk and amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from inhaling his scent. “Is it” his nose grazed your neck “or is it not” he moved back to face you. His eyes studied your face with such intensity that the end result was your cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

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Rain (Stiles Stilinski)

Summary: a best friends to lovers fic based off the prompts, “we always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too,” and, “your lips are getting really close to mine.”

Warnings: there’s a touch of swearing here and there!

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: clichés are a personal favourite. I hope you like this! :)

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

When you’d left to visit a newly opened diner with your best friend, Stiles, it wasn’t raining. In fact, the sky was such a clear amber colour that you were convinced you’d be able to see the stars when evening broke. By the time you were leaving the diner, however, you were shown to have made a grave assumption.

“It’s pouring, Stiles,” you said dryly, peering out the diner windows. Stiles was beside you, zipping up the front of his hoodie. 

“Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N,” Stiles teased, causing you to groan in frustration. You hadn’t had the sense to bring a hoodie; instead you were wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans. One look outside at the sheets of rain cascading from the sky was enough to make you regret your decision completely.

“We’ll need to run,” you murmured, wishing one of you had had the sense to bring a car.

Stiles snorted, shaking his head. “I’d rather not. The rain is fun, Y/N! Loosen up a little,” you gave him an unimpressed look, reaching out to push his shoulder playfully.

“That’s easy for you to say - you have a hood!” Stiles grinned at this, nodding gleefully as he flicked the hood over his head.

“We should leave, I think the waiter’s getting impatient,” Stiles said, gesturing to where your waiter was lingering beside a couple who were clearly after your booth.

Humming in agreement, you followed Stiles towards the bar where you’d been instructed to pay. “How much was it?” You queried, not remembering the sum printed on the receipt.

Stiles waved his hand, digging in his jeans for his wallet. He pulled it out a moment later, nimble fingers pulling out a few notes with a flourish. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay.” 

“Stiles-” you tried to interject, only to be on the receiving end from one of his infamous glares.

“Y/N, this was my idea! Let me pay for you. Please,” one glance at the earnest expression on your best friend’s face and you gave in, knowing his stubborn nature to be a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” you grumbled, waiting beside him as Stiles settled the tab.

Once the money was exchanged, Stiles linked your arms together and pulled you towards the door. You groaned, the icy rain outside looking the opposite of inviting. Stiles spoke up, giving your arm a squeeze, “we’ve got to face it eventually, may as well do it now. Besides, my house is only a five minute walk away.”

“Let’s do it,” you agreed, figuring it made more sense to get it over with.

To say the rain was heavy was an understatement: the moment you stepped outside, raindrops were splashing all over your body, coating you from head to toe. You shrieked, speeding up considerably. Still attached to Stiles, the both of you began to speed walk in the direction of his house, the rain making the journey slightly difficult.

By the time you stumbled into Stiles’ porch, you were completely soaked through.

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BTS TRYING TO WATCH A MOVIE
  • Taehyung: I love this movie. Don't you guys love this movie?
  • Jin: I'd love it a lot more if I could hear what they were saying. Jimin can you wake Yoongi up, I can't take his snoring anymore.
  • Jimin moves his hand to Yoongi but his arm is grabbed mid-air.
  • Yoongi: So you have a death wish?
  • Jimin: Oh, you're awake? So you just snore for fun?
  • Yoongi: No, I snore in my free time.
  • Jin: SHHHHH!
  • Jungkook: I'm going to get some popcorn do you guys-
  • Jin: SHHH!!
  • Jungkook: (Whispers) Want anything?
  • Jimin: Get me a Pocky will you?
  • Jungkook nods and leaves.
  • Taehyung: I just really love this movie.
  • Namjoon: What's to love? It's so predictable. See that guy? He's going to die.
  • The guy dies.
  • Namjoon: See?
  • Taehyung looks like he's going to cry.
  • Hoseok: This why I don't watch movies with you guys.
  • Namjoon: No, this is why we should have watched La La Land.
  • Yoongi: I told you, I don't do romance.
  • Namjoon: You aren't even watching.
  • Yoongi: I'm listening.
  • Jimin comforts Taehyung.
  • Jungkook returns with a single Pocky stick and holds it out to Jimin.
  • Jimin: What is this?
  • Jungkook: You asked for 'a' pocky.
  • Jimin: I meant the whole box.
  • Jungkook shrugs and sits back down, and munches on the single Pocky stick.
  • Jimin: Do you even love me?
  • Hoseok: Don't answer that.
  • Jin: SHHH!
  • Yoongi grabs the pillow from underneath his head and chucks it at Jin but he misses.
  • Jin: Wow. Real classy Yoongi. First you pick this shit movie, then you sleep through it and then you throw a pillow at me for trying to get you guys to shut up so I can enjoy it?
  • Taehyung: Don't say this movie is S-H-I-T.
  • Jimin: Yeah don't say this movie is shit.
  • Jungkook: Oh shit he died?
  • Namjoon: Jungkook you can't say shit!
  • Jungkook: Oh shit, I can't?
  • Jin: Shhh!!
  • Yoongi: I swear to-
  • Jin: SHHH!!
  • And then there was no more Jin and no more Yoongi. There was only darkness and a stain on the couch from where Taehyung S-H-I-T his pants after seeing the rise of sleep deprived Yoongi murder Jin.
  • ~Armygirl
Seven Days With Bangtan | Jungkook


Pairings: (Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Smut

Words: 2,564

Tags: College AU


Wednesday.

You smile as you open your front door, watching as Jungkook stood there, looking around before quickly turning to you. “Hey” Jungkook said with a small smile.

“Hi”  You responded, there was a couple of minutes of silence. Just the two of you standing there, smiling at each other.  But it didn’t feel awkward, it was a comfortable silence.

“Uh, Come on in”  You say as you open the door wider, gesturing for him to pass through. “I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight”  You say as you close it behind him.

Walking towards the living room where you had set up your DVD player, a bunch of movies on display.  "My roommates should be coming home from their trip tomorrow at night"  You say, moving your hands around.

Honestly this felt weird.  Having a boy over with no one else in the house,you haven’t done something like this since high school. Not that you minded, you just didn’t know how to act around the captain of the baseball team. Especially, since he was the one that had asked you out.

“That’s fine with me” Jungkook said as he slips off his jacket. “Do you want some popcorn?” You ask him as you point your thumb towards the kitchen, “I was just about to make some”

“Why don’t you just pick a movie and I’ll be right back”  You say, watching him nod as you walk to your kitchen.  You let out a deep breath as you walk towards the popcorn package that you had put on the counter.

You tap your fingertips on the counter as you watch the microwave count down.  You look back into the living room, watching as Jungkook bends down, to your movie collection underneath the television.

You watch him bend down, giving you the perfect view of his famous ass. You suddenly jump at the sound of the microwave beeping very loudly snapped you out, before you went on full pervert and started undressing him with your eyes.

You pour the hot popcorn into an empty bowl, taking a deep breath in as you walk back into the living room. “Find anything good?” You ask him, setting the bowl down on the glass coffee table.

“Yeah, You okay with this one?” Jungkook asks, showing you three DVDs. You smile as you look at his selection, he had good taste too. “Pick one”

You think for a second before you point to the one you hadn’t seen in a while. You don’t remember all of the details of the movie so maybe it was time to refresh your memory. “That one”

He smiles before turning around to put the DVD in. Once again you found yourself staring at his behind. How the hell am I going to get through this night?, You thought to yourself as you take a sit on the couch.

You watch him press play, before he made his way closer to you. Jungkook sits next to you, both of your thighs rubbing against each other. You watch as Jungkook leans forward, grabbing the the bowl of popcorn before settling it in his lap.

You were sure his thigh was touching yours, but when he acted as if he didn’t know you took it as a sign that he didn’t mind. So when your thighs rub against each other, you take another deep breath.

Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eyes, he smiles slightly as he notices your red cheeks. Popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth. You watch as he turns slightly towards, pushing the bowl of popcorn closer to you.

You smile as you feel him putting his hand around your shoulder. You don’t dare move your eyes away from the television screen. His arm is warm around your shoulder and you felt all giddy inside. You take a handful of popcorn and shove it into your mouth. Maybe not the most lady like thing you could have done, but with how nervous you were feeling that was the last thing on your mind at the moment.

Jungkook laughs at the funny scene on the bright screen, his arm tightening around you. You feel yourself getting closer to him, you could feel his heart beating slightly faster.

“This is a really good movie” Jungkook mumbled to himself, turning slightly to you. You could feel his hot breath against your cheek when he did. He was so close that when you turned to look at him your lips met his.

Your eyes stayed opened, looking into Jungkook’s shocked ones. His lips felt soft - you had a feeling that they would have. You’re the first one to pull away, clearing your throat as you felt yourself judge. “Uh…” You say, the sound of your voice filling the empty room.

“Well.. That was unexpected” You say as you try to laugh it off. It was the most awkward moment you had felt since before puberty happened. You cover your face, willing your red cheeks to disappear quickly.

You barely felt the tug on your wrists. When your hands were out of the way, you felt Jungkook’s fingertips hold your chin in place before you felt the same softness as before.

His lips are on yours. Jungkook was kissing you. The boy that has been your crush since the beginning of your freshman year in college was kissing you and this time it was not an accident. You feel your body melting at the kiss, sighing as you felt his hand cup your cheek, deepening the kiss.

You both suddenly pull away breathless, both of your cheeks warm and red. Jungkook looked like the shy boy you knew him to be around girls. Although when he initiated that second kiss you knew he had his confident side as well. You wanted to explore that side more.

“Sorry” Jungkook mumbles under his breath as he pulls away completely, he didn’t know what got into him. It was as if suddenly you were a magnet and he as metal, it felt as if something was pulling you to each other. He wanted to do it again.

You watch as Jungkook folds his hands on his lap. His eyes looking anywhere but at you. You watch as the shy Jungkook appears once again. You look at the side of his face, watching how the light from the still playing screen made his jaw look sharper.

You wanted to kiss him again. But how do you initiate something like that? Knowing yourself you would probably fuck it up, even something as simple as this.

Your heart was still beating so fast against your chest when you looked at him again. “No, it’s fine” you mumble so low you would think he barely heard it. You watch as Jungkook’s head snaps towards you, “What?” he asks.

You feel your cheeks go slightly red, “I mean, I didn’t really mind” You say looking towards the television screen. You felt nervous just continuing this conversation, you hug both your arms to your body as you feel yourself tremble.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did it again too” You say, letting out a shaky breath. You look up at him from the corner of your eye.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he turns towards you. Smiling to himself, he reaches forward and cups both of your cheeks in his hands. “Is this okay?” Jungkook asks as he mushes your cheeks together.

“Can I do it again?” Jungkook asks, he was so close his nose was brushing against yours. You nod your head, as you try to stop your body from trembling in nervousness.

You feel his lips on yours in a instance. Jungkook sighs into the kiss as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.

Your hands were still folded in your lap, you couldn’t move afraid that this was all just a dream. But you wanted to touch him as well, so with shaky hands you reach for his chest.

Feeling his fast heart beat beneath your hands as he held you closer. You kneel forward, your lips never leaving his. You pull away as you straddle him, feeling his hands go underneath your shirt.

“Is this okay with you?” Jungkook asks as you straddle his waist, why was he asking that you had no idea. But still you went with it.
“It’s okay” you say back as you lower your lips to his exposed neck. You hear him groan when your lips make contact with the sweet spot just under his ear.

The now forgotten movie playing in the background, the dim light make all of his features seem sharper than what they really are. You lean down, your forehead leaning against his. Your lips were all tingly, as if electricity had been exchanged in that kiss.

You feel his hands underneath your shirt go higher up, shuddering as they reach the clasp of your bra. “Was that too much?” He asks.

You can’t help but snort as you laugh, as unattractive as you look, the way he asks if you’re okay every second was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. Jungkook as acting like a gentleman, not a side he showed a lot of people.

“What? Why are you laughing?” Jungkook asks, frowning as he looks up at you. He was still trying to figure out what had been so funny in a moment like this when he felt your lips on his, groaning as you bite his lip.

You pull a little as you grind on top of his clothed member. “Nothing” you whisper as you feel his lips attack your neck, sucking and biting in all the right places. Pulling away only to take off your shirt.

As soon as you threw it across the room, Jungkook pulled down the loose bra his mouth instantly covering one of your nipples. You moan as you feel him pull with his teeth, the feeling sending shiver up your spine.

Your hands quickly going to the buttons on his shirt, ripping it open. You could hear the buttons landing across the room, but at the moment you’re attention was on how Jungkook’s chest moved rapidly as he thrusts his hips up. You could feel how desperate he was against his jeans.

“Take them off” You gesture to his pants, standing up again as you took off your own jeans. You slowly hook your thumbs on the side of your jeans, the older boy’s eyes never leaving your hips as the moved side to side.

Jungkook stands up suddenly as you throw your jeans across the room, his hands quickly pulling down his jeans, almost tripping when it got stuck on his shoes. You laugh as you watch him scramble about as he kicked off his shoes. “Having some trouble there?” you ask him.

“Nope” he says as he walks towards you with a serious expression, “None at all” His hands grip onto your hips, pulling you flush against his chest, “Can I ?” he asks as he stares into your eyes.

You gulp as you feel his warmth breath against your face, you nod slightly feeling his hands underneath your ass. You wrap you legs around his waist as he picks you up. He kisses your lips, biting as he pulled away.

You felt yourself fall backwards on the comfy sofa, smiling as you see him crawl up with lustful eyes. His hand brushing up against you, his hand rubbing against your soaked panties.

Jungkook pushes the pink lace to the side, pushing in a finger into you his gaze never leaving yours. You let out a little moan as he pushes past the knuckle. You yelp at the sudden intrusion.

Jungkook chuckles as he pushed in another. “Is this okay?” he asks as he leans down over you, “Or do you want me to stop?” he mumbles against your lips.

You shake your head, leaning up and feeling his wet and soft lips against yours. He pushes his underwear down his hips, his own hand moving up and down your length as he rubbed it against your clothed heat.

You whine with anticipation as you pull him closer. You feel him pull your underwear down your hips and down your thighs. It was still hanging around your ankle when you felt him push into you.

Jungkook’s breathing quickens as he feels your warm walls hug him. Moaning, he takes a moment to get used to the feeling before he started moving. As Jungkook thrusts into you, his hand on your breast as he moves in and out of you.

Jungkook moans in pleasure as he feels your nails dragging down his back. “Keep doing that?” he says as his pace becomes faster, harder.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good” Jungkook moans louder as he pushes in deeper into you. Your hand in his hair, making him groan as you tug his head back. “Fuck” You hear his breathless voice say, as you kiss his now exposed neck.

You suddenly feel Jungkook pulling out of you, gesturing with his hands for you to stand up. When you stand in front of him, Jungkook grabs your hips, turning you around before you felt him push you against the sofa. You fall forward, your upper body drawn over the back of the couch.

Jungkook kneels behind you, he loved the view he got of your ass in the air. He lines up his member with your heat, biting his lips as he watch you drip. A deep groan escaping from the back of his throat as he slowly slid into you. “Oh fuck”

“You’re doing so good” He moans, laying his chest against your back. There was something about having him praise all of your movements that just turned you on even more.

The room was filled with moans, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and for a moment Jungkook forgets how to speak as he feels your wet walls around him, his hands tightening around your hips.

His thrusts quicken every second, the feeling of your stomach tightening, your orgasm was building up with every movement that he made. His hand made contact with the side of your thigh. The stinging feeling only making you more turned on than what you already were.

“I’m gonna cum” Jungkook moans as he grabs onto your hair, pulling you back into his chest. He grunted out as his thrusting became sloppier, his hips jerking as he finally felt himself let go. His stomach tightening as he feels himself let go completely as he gasps for air.

The sound of gasping fills the almost silent room. The movie still playing in the background. You feel Jungkook pull out of you with a groan, wrapping his hand around his member, he finishes cumming in his hand. You stand up on wobbly legs as you look up at Jungkook, watching the boy take deep breaths.

He sat down on the sofa once again, pulling you to sit on his lap. when you lay your head on his chest, his heartbeat was like a lullaby. Your eyelids felt heavy as you feel his arms around you, pulling you closer.

Jungkook looked at the tired girl on top of him, smiling as he watches her flushed cheeks, he whispers, “God, you’re beautiful”


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I want a life with you. I want to fast forward this part, right here, when we are living out our separate lives miles from each other. I don’t want our worlds to only collide by text or to touch your face through a computer screen, tracing the outline of your jaw and imagining the softness of your hair beneath my fingers. I do not wish for dates set weeks from now and checking them off on my phone and going to sleep each night, grateful another day has disappeared.

No, quite simply my love I want our universes to be so tangled, so intricately wrapped that missing you will only be an option when sleep finds me.
I want a life with you, a home with you, a bed and the same four walls. I want to brush my lips across yours as I leave for work in the morning, knowing that we will be together when night falls. I want to kick off my shoes and have you rub my feet and tell you about my day, about my horrible boss and rude clients and for you to say all of the right things at the right time, just like you always do.

I want late night runs to the grocery store for popcorn and candy before we climb into our matching onesies and binge watch The Walking Dead and to then lie awake deep into the night, discussing how we would survive zombie apocalypse—you laughing at my terrible survival instincts before pulling me close into your chest and telling me “I’ve got your back.”

Because you always have.

I want those quiet mornings when we’re both working hard, not speaking but existing in the same space, taking it in turns to make tea and coffee and I want those days when our passion consumes us and we tear apart the entire house, like young lovers again lost to each other without a care in the world.

I want D.I.Y with you, building flat pack furniture and arguing over the stupid instructions before collapsing into fits of laughter and cracking open the wine. I want to feel your hand at the small of my back as we throw our first house gathering, each of us filtering into the room to speak to our friends but always catching each other’s eyes and smiling knowing that we have made it, we are here, this is ours.

So please, let us skip this part, press fast forward, let us return to each other and build our life together. I want all of those in-between bits, the mundane every day bits when we will get annoyed at each other for leaving the milk out or not washing the dishes straight away or finding socks at the foot of the bed. I want us to talk about chores, what we need from the shop and which family event we need to attend this month.

I want that small pleasure at a simple life with you because my love, no day is ordinary with you, no day will need anything other than your existence, your smile, your gentle touch.

And maybe I am silly for wanting to rush it, maybe I am forgetting that the distance is romantic in its own way, maybe I should be making the most of this last year of studying before I dive into my writing career but really, truly, I just want you, no more, no less.

Only you, and us. And our life together.

—  Rose Goodman Via Thought Catalog
You’re The Brightest Light I’ve Ever Seen Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 2,108

Description: You move into the murder house after some unfortunate event occurred

Request: Anonymous:  Thought this might be interesting, but the reader has a power that if she touches another living person they die. Which has caused her to cut off everyone in fear of killing them. Till one day her parents allow her to live alone in the murder house to keep everyone safe from her. She ends up getting really close with Tate and instead of being the darkness, he becomes the ‘light’ in her world. Since he is all she has in her small world.

Author’s Note: I apologize so much for not being active! I promise to make it up to all 431 followers!!! Thank you so much! I love you guys XOXO

 2006

          I was eight years old. I was so young and innocent to have this curse on my shoulders. I was playing on the playground with my two best friends. A big thunderstorm rolled in out of nowhere. We were jumping rope and writing with chalk on the sidewalk. It rained. It poured. I didn’t understand why it didn’t affect my friends. They were with me. They got soaked. The storm quickly passed over. We were kids, we didn’t run off when the rain came, we played in the rain instead. I walked over to my friends so that we could come up with our secret friendship handshake. It all happened so fast. They were on the ground. Their bodies lifeless. Then the sirens came. I watched as two men came and dragged their bodies off. I stood there speechless. The paramedic came over.

           “Sweetheart, do you know what happened here?” He asked crouching down. I looked down not knowing how to answer. I looked up at him and told him what happened.

           “I just touched them. It’s all my fault they’re gone.” I paused realizing what had happened, what I had done. “IT’S MY FAULT!” I screamed. The man tried to reach over to comfort me but I stopped him.  “Don’t touch me. I’ll just hurt you.” I said crying. 

           “You didn’t kill them. You can’t hurt me. It’s all alri..” The man stopped. He died. He reached over and touched my shoulder. Another person I had killed. I needed to get away. A couple minutes later my mom and dad came. I was surrounded by police officers.

           “Let us through, that’s our daughter.” My mom and dad said, “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” My mother reached over and hugged me. She was unaffected. She helped me up and took me to the car. I opened the backseat door and buckled myself in. My parents then got in. The car ride was silent. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. A few minutes later we arrived home. I got out and ran to the unlocked door. I ran to my room, slamming the door.

          “Sweetheart may we come in?” My mom said as she knocked. I didn’t answer but they came in anyways. “We have something to tell you (Y/N).” my mom said as she sat next to me on the bed.

          “Is it answers on why I seem to kill everything I touch except for you guys? If so then continue.” I said.

           “It is answers. (Y/N), you have powers. It is passed on to you from us. It doesn’t affect us because we have it as well. You get powers by a storm passing and raining on you. We tried to protect you because we didn’t want you to have this curse. I’m so sorry baby.” my mom said.

            “That’s all I needed. Now get out. My friends are dead, I need some time to myself if you don’t mind.” I said. 

             “Of course. Take as much time as you need.” My dad said as they both left.

          That is how I found out I had powers and an even more unsteady path down my life.

2014

          Ever since that day I have been home schooled. I am now sixteen and I have not left my property since that awful day. Mom thought that if I stayed away from people then maybe the curse would go away. I was going to test that theory. I had met a boy when I was twelve who newly moved in next door. We would play from our backyards. I will say that he has grown up quite nicely and he was taking me on a date to a movie theater. I was excited. He was coming to pick me up at six and it was four. I got up and went to take a shower. After the shower I got dressed and waited. A knock then soon came. I leaped off the couch and opened the door.

          “Hi Jacob!” I said. He had blue eyes and brown hair. He was dressed in a blue dress shirt and black pants.

          “Are you ready?” Jacob asked. I shook my head vigorously. He offered me his arm but I declined not wanting to hurt him. He opened the door to his truck letting me in first. It was a smooth drive to the movie theater. “Do you want anything? Soda? Popcorn? Candy?” He asked.

           “I’m fine thank you.” He got what he wanted then handed our tickets to the man. 

          “How to Live Life, number seven on the left. Enjoy your movie.” The man said with a sarcastic voice.

           “Jeez someone doesn’t like their job!” I said as we both laughed. We arrived at the doors and he opened the doors and let me chose where we were going to sit. 

            “I can’t wait to watch this movie! I heard it’s supposed to be really good!” Jacob said.

            “Yeah same!” The lights soon dimmed and the movie began. I was keeping to myself keeping aware of where my hands were so I didn’t hurt him. The movie ended and he drove me home. He walked me to my front door.

           “I had a really good time tonight.” Jacob said.

           “I did too.” I said as I smiled. We stood there awkwardly for a minute just staring at each other. He leaned in and I didn’t stop him our lips collided and then all of a sudden he drops.

           “JACOB?!” I scream as I back away. I banged on my door. My parents opened it and grabbed me and pulled me inside. “What do I do?” I ask.

          “You go into your room (Y/N) and stay there.” my mom said as I rushed to my room.

       It was too late Jacob died and it was my fault. That day was when I realized that this would never go away. My parents had a plan and that when I turned eighteen I would move to a house by myself called Murder House. It was perfect and I couldn’t wait until that day would come.

2016

        It was moving day and I couldn’t wait. I just wanted to get away from everyone so that I could no longer hurt them. It was a long drive to Murder House, but I didn’t mind. It was worth it in the end.

       After an hour we arrived. I quickly got out of the moving truck and unlatched the back of the truck. I picked up the first five boxes I see. My mom comes out and laughs as she sees how eager I am to move in and be on my own. 

“Careful sweetie. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” My mom says as she laughs. She grabs the top two boxes off the top and helps me.

I unlock the door and take in my surroundings. The house is so beautiful that I had to pinch myself to make sure it was real. I went upstairs and picked out my bedroom. I let out a sigh and breathed it all in. I went downstairs to finish unloading.

After four hours I was finally settled in and I had said goodbye to my parents. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch turning on the television. I just watched the first thing that was on and didn’t think much about it. A couple minutes after I just got comfortable, the doorbell rang. I groaned as I got up and went to the door. I opened it and was met with very dark brown eyes.

“Hi, I’m Tate Langdon, your neighbor. I saw you move in and figured I would say hello.” Tate said. He held out his hand and I just stared at it for a little bit.

“Sorry, I’m a huge germophobe. Anyways, I’m (Y/N),” I said as I smiled at him.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Tate said. I blushed furiously and looked down but then looked up with a smirk.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I say.

“Only on the special ones, and so far that has only been you,” He said as he looked at me and smiled.

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“Anyways, it was nice meeting you.” I said as I was closing the door. Tate stopped it with his hand.

“Can I see you again?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure.” I said as he smiled.

“Well than I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tate said cheerfully. I smiled back and closed the door. I was absolutely blown away that this cute guy was talking to me. Then, I felt even worse because I could never have a real relationship with him. I shook off the sad feeling and decided to go to bed. I fell asleep thinking of Tate.

The Next Day

         I woke up and took a shower. I went downstairs and looked in the fridge to see if I had anything to make for breakfast. I decided on making pancakes. I had just finishing making the pancakes and heard a knock at the door. I dropped everything and went to open it. I unlocked the door and opened it revealing Tate.

“Good morning! I smelled pancakes and decided to come over to see if you would be so kind and share them with me. Please?” He said with puppy dog eyes. I laughed and let him come in.

“Of course. How else am I going to make friends? The kitchen is down the hallway and to the left.” I said while I laughed.

“Gotcha. So shouldn’t you be like in school?” He asked. I came into the kitchen and placed some pancakes on his plate and then I sat next to him with my own plate filled with pancakes.

“Nope. I was home schooled throughout my life and so I didn’t go to college. What about you? Shouldn’t YOU be in school?” I asked while laughing.

“No I dropped out. Didn’t like school. I felt imprisoned so I had to get out.” Tate said. I nodded my head while we ate pancakes. “So why did you move here?”

“Things happened and I had to leave where I was.” I said while looking at my plate.

“Let me guess, ex boyfriend?” Tate said.

“Something like that.” I said as I smiled and looked down. I saw out of the corner of my eye Tate moving my hand to my cheek. “Don’t do that. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said as I moved myself out of hands reach.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tate said. As he slowly retracted his hand looking embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I should tell you.” I took in a deep breath and told him my life story, right from the beginning, “So that is why I moved here. I apologize for not telling you the truth. It’s okay if you run away. Everyone does.” I say as I looked down and let out a soft chuckle. 

“Well I guess we do have something in common. I haven’t been completely honest with you either. Please don’t laugh or run off. What I’m about to tell you is true. I’m dead. So it’s okay if you touch me. I’m a ghost so you can’t do much damage to me anyways.” Tate says.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I said with tears. Tate started to slowly approach me.

“The thing is, I’m not.” He brought his hand up to my cheek and kissed me deeply. It had been my first kiss and it was amazing. I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“So you weren’t kidding huh?” I said laughing with tears. 

“No,” Tate said as he laughed. We kissed again and just stayed in each others arms for the rest of the day.

Two Years Later

“I love you Tate Langdon,” I said as I leaned in and kissed him deeply. 

“I love you even more, (Y/N),” Tate said as he pulled me in for another kiss. Life has been complete since that day. I’ve defintely have felt the most love I’ve ever received in my entire life. “(Y/N), you make me so happy. I am thrilled you moved in here.” Tate said.

“Tate Langdon, you’re the brightest light I’ve ever seen. There is nothing that could change the way I feel about you. I love you.” I said as I pulled him into another kiss. I died in the house. A robbery occurred and I was shot and killed. I was sort of happy because now I can spend forever with Tate, my love.

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Boyfriend sounds good to me, Bill Denbrough.

A/N: Reminder that my requests are open! Send them in. I have loved writing for this character so so so much and will be excited to write for other characters from It as well. I’m working on requests rn :)

Request: hEY. i’m wondering if your requests are open? if they are, i’d love to send in a bill denbrough x reader request where the reader loves coming over to the denbrough’s to hang out with bill and georgie? ☺️❣🎈 thank you, bby.

Word Count: 3,301.

Y/N can hear the hushed voices of the two brothers before she starts to ascend the staircase to Bill’s room. His mother let her in a few minutes ago with the usual bright smile that spreads across her face upon seeing the girl.

This family adores Y/N.

She and Bill became friends in the past year, having been introduced through Eddie. The hypochondriac had a few classes with her and decided to introduce her to his group of friends, known as the Losers’ Club. But her friendship with their unofficial leader ended up taking flight and now they’re inseparable.

The door creaks open slowly with the slight pressure from her fingertips forcing behind it, revealing the joyful sight in the bedroom.

Georgie is sitting on the end of Bill’s bed while they play board games, the older brother’s eyebrows furrowing in frustration over the fact that a six-year-old is beating him.

“I’ve told you,” Y/N says, “You just can’t beat him at Monopoly.”

While Georgie jumps off the bed in a quick and sudden haste to hug her, Bill has to swallow down rising nausea at the prospect of today.

Last week, on a day much like this one, he’d told her that he has a crush on her. And he kissed her. To give him credit where it is due, she did kiss back and with all of the smiling she’d done after the kiss, one could only think she returns the feelings. So here they are. Stuck between acknowledging that their friendship is forever changed by a pesky little confession in the quiet of the late night, and a peck on the lips to send her home.

It was a brush of the lips.
It was so helplessly innocent and pure-hearted…

How could he have known that it would lead to such an awkward in-between stage where they don’t know whether to step back from one another or lean in? How could either of them have known they wouldn’t be able to look each other in the eyes without blushing?

“Hi, Y/N! You’re late, we’ve been playing without you for twenty minutes!” Georgie Denbrough exclaims as she leans down, letting his arms hook around her shoulders.

Her laughter warms a place in Bill’s heart as he hears it and sees his little brother hugging her. Hanging out with Georgie and Y/N every weekend is nearly therapeutic to him. With everything going on in life, with school and people bullying him, having at least one day a week with his two favorite people helps him feel better.

When she stands up, meeting Bill for the first time since the kiss on his porch last week, her heart falters in its beating.

“Hey,” Y/N softly mutters and hears the sound of Georgie happily stomping down the steps, probably into the living room to wait for them.

He looks her over with wide eyes, wanting nothing more than to pull her back in just like last week-

“BILLY!” Georgie’s voice yelling from downstairs snaps him out of his daze.

They both move their heads to the direction of the door, the unlit partial darkness of his bedroom swallowing them up in their thoughts. Bill has to shut out his doubts to keep himself from backing out and walks a few steps closer to her, his hand locking up into her’s.

It’s been a long time coming for the friends. Everyone in the group knew it before they could get the chance to admit their feelings without the other knowing and they all encourage the relationship that hasn’t even started yet. Because they make each other happy.

Georgie doesn’t bat an eye when he sees his brother walk down the stairs holding hands with a girl, but just smiles excitedly at them.

“What are we going to watch this time, Billy?” He asks and pats his small palms pat the space of cushion on either side of him.

Bill plops down on the couch, leaning his head against the wall behind him. His arm slides around the younger boy and pulls him closer, giving him a knowing smile.

“What else would we watch?” Y/N interjects and puts the same VHS tape they had laying out into the player, “E.T of course.”

This is how these sacred nights always start. Georgie’s favorite movie goes into the player and while he sits there, watching intently. Bill and Y/N whisper low enough so it won’t interrupt. Tonight is different though and with Georgie sitting smack dab in the middle of the two, they don’t say anything.

Throughout the movie, they talk with Georgie. He’s crazily passionate about the E.T and sometimes watches it twice in one night if he hasn’t fallen asleep by the time it’s over the first time. After week after week of watching E.T every Saturday, the older kids have grown extremely tired of it despite how great the movie actually is. But for Bill to see the smile on his brother’s face when the screen lights up with Spielberg’s masterpiece? It’s priceless.

Soft snores fill the space between their silence and the credits of the movie playing on the small screen in front of them. The boy fell asleep sitting up, his head tilted back with his small mouth opened to let out the sounds of his tired rest.

Y/N didn’t even realize that her arm was over Georgie’s shoulder. She follows the line of sight to the right side of his sleeping figure, where another boy is sitting with a hammering heart and a constricted throat at the feeling of her hand clamped over the bare skin of his knee. The touches started halfway through the movie. It started with their hands staying locked together, Bill running his fingers through her’s, pulling her closer and into the safety of the love in his heart. It started with the tentative, sensual touches.

His fingertips running across her palm or his hand gripping her wrist ever so gently.

When she lazily let her arm around the sleeping little boy, her lengthy fingers squeezing into the inside of his knee as little Georgie dozed off, she didn’t mean to startle him. The touch wasn’t intentional. It didn’t come from any motivations or an angle she was working. It was innocent, as it always has been, as it always is at the core of their relationship.

It was instinctive. Almost protective of the boy she admires so much.

But once she realizes where they are, how he instantly tensed when she looked over, and that his parents could walk in any second? They like her, but not that much. Not enough to enjoy the sight of her cuddling into Bill’s side with a hand on his thigh. She retracts her hand faster than it fell on him.

“Um, I-uh-” His voice trails quietly off with the struggle of what to say next.

Her head turns slowly, finding those serene topaz eyes of his melting into her glance instantly.

Y/N whispers, “What do you want to watch?”

All he can focus on as she utters the words are her lips. The soft, as he remembers from the two-second duration of the peck he gave her on the porch, cute lips moving tauntingly with each syllable. Aren’t they already so close, only a small bit of distance left to clear before they’re back to the moment on the porch last week? If he could just lean in a little closer and-

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“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx


Y/N’s POV

I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much  I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Hot & Bothered (M)

You decide to slightly tease your close friend Minhyuk, but things take a turn…

Protagonists: Minhyuk (MX) & you

Word Count: 2,5k

Genre: Friends to lovers - Smut

Lyly’s note: This a repost of my first fic. I got inspired by the photo teaser for MX’s Beautiful comeback. I was worthy of being their first win, so I didn’t fix the storyline. Minhyuk is dangerously climbing my bias list… HWAITING ;)

M A S T E R L I S T


From where you are standing, you can just see the back of his newly red hair, moving excitedly as he talks nonstop about how awesome it’s going to be. You only imagine how bright his expression is and you know very well the night is going to be constant babbling about Monsta X’s new comeback. You don’t mind though. If Minhyuk has free time, you are pleased to hang out with him. His next few months are going to be hectic and you will probably not be able to see each other often.

“Did you?” He turns his attention away from the coffee pot, questioning you with a raised eyebrow.

“Enh? Sorry.”

“Did you see my teaser picture, it got released today?” He smiles brightly.

“Oh yeah, the fans loved it, it was everywhere on the internet and my Instagram feed.”

“Soooo, y/n what did you think?! Did you love it?! Didn’t I look fine!?” He yells excitedly, making Jooheon in the living room loudly sigh.

A faint blush creeps on your cheeks at the thought of that picture. When you opened your Instagram that morning, you almost choked on your coffee. Yes, you had eyes and had always been conscious that Minhyuk was gorgeous. But that picture blew the cute and fluffy image you had of him. It was somewhat mesmerizing and sexy; you never thought you could see him like that. You guys had been instant best friends since he talked to you on a broadcast a year ago, loud as ever and a mess of giggles.

“Well, yeah. I kind of… loved it… I guess.” The corners of your mouth curl up to a little smile as you watch him get confused and a bit worried.

“Wait, did you love it or not?” He pouts.

Here’s the catch about being an Idol. No matter how hot and adored you are, that kind of spotlight brings out self-consciousness and deep insecurities. You give a quick glance at Wonho, who is watching a movie with Jooheon on the couch. That man is the epitome of that statement. Turning your attention back to your friend Minhyuk, you decide to tease him in a different way. You abruptly close the space between you in the kitchen, grab his shoulders and tiptoe to his ears.

“It got me all hot and bothered.” You whisper, breathing out a little too much to make sure it tickles him. He fidgets and opens his mouth in surprise. With a smirk, you release his shoulders and turn around to grab a mug. After all, you were both there to get some coffee. As you are stretching your right arm above your head, you feel Minhyuk lean close against your back. The heat of his body warms you through your thin t-shirt as he whispers in your ear.

“And are you hot right now?”  The tickling sensation sends shivers down your spine. You always friendly teased each other, but this feels somewhat different. Normally, he would have blushed, laughed it up and complained loudly about how he doesn’t like being tickled. You didn’t expect him to tease you right back. Before you can form a coherent response, he closes his arms around your waist and you feel his breath slowly go down in the curve of your neck.

“Because… I am.” He is close enough for you to feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest. You are hot. It is damn hot right now. The gasp that escapes your mouth gives him the confidence to push the teasing a bit further; he grabs your hips pressing you onto him even more and hums in your neck as he drops little wet pecks.

The guys in the living room burst out laughing and you both freeze, before realizing it’s about their movie and has nothing to do with you. Minhyuk seems to start to breathe again and moves an adventurous hand up your skirt, his touch leaving your warm skin on fire. He moans faintly in your neck as he reaches your ass, turning you on even more. Now you are really bothered.

“Minhyuk-ah…” You spin around to face him, putting you hand over his chest to look at him. He holds your gaze for a few seconds that feel like an eternity and hesitantly leans in to kiss you. His lips are soft and wet and you let yourself melt against his chest. You don’t know how. You never saw him as more than a friend before, but he has managed to ignite something in your stomach. You hear him chuckle proudly at the effect he has on you, so you push him away just enough to lift your right thigh in-between his legs and gently press his erection. You stare at him, blinking innocently as he frowns and let out a small grunt. You rub back and forth leisurely and you can feel him getting harder in his tight pants. You are enjoying the friction just as much, but this little game has to end quickly before you both get caught.

“It’s warm right now, but isn’t your room even more heated?” You playfully ask, brushing against his lips. His giggle reassures you, so familiar and comforting, clashing with your whole new dynamic. He turns his head to observe Jooheon and Wonho, seemingly remembering they were there the whole time. Thankfully, the boys are still absorbed in their action movie. Without a word, Minhyuk leaves you there hanging, his spot filling up with cold air. The sudden absence of his body against yours makes you crave him even more. You follow closely behind him, crossing the dorm, trying to look as normal as you could.

“Guys, you have the living room, so we’re gonna watch a horror movie in my room.” He knows very well neither of those scaredy-cats will ask to join in, but as he opens the door Wonho cries out. “Yah!” You stop right in your tracks and give a panicked look to Minhyuk. Is he being suspicious of something? Has he seen you in the kitchen just now? Oh god. Why else would he react, you already watched plenty of movies alone in that same room before.

“Do you guys want the rest of the popcorn?” Wonho doesn’t even take his gaze away from the screen and you step in the room with an audible sigh of relief, followed by Minhyuk. “No need, thanks hyung!” As soon as he closes the door, Mr. Cool-Guy pushes you against the wall and fierly kisses your lips. “Wow y/n, you looked like a little kid being caught doing something illegal!” He laughs in your half-opened mouth and you slap his arm to make him stop.

A somewhat more serious Minhyuk starts to explore your mouth with his tongue, bringing his finger under your chin to lift your head up. One of your hands begins to get lost in his hair, still abnormally soft from the new dye, while your other is making a way under his shirt. He lets out a grunt when you touch his boiling skin and you feel his abs contracting as you trail your fingers to his back, grabbing his shoulder. He abandons your lips to nib on your ear, leaving you panting for more.

You decide that his pants are probably very uncomfortable by now and successfully lower them enough to expose the bulge of his erection in his tight briefs. He sighs in relief, pressing himself on your leg, while his fingers are unclasping your bra. Well trying to unclasp your bra. It’s your turn to giggle now. “Don’t laugh.” He warns you with authority as he succeeds against the hooks. But he just laughed at me. You lean in and bite the base of his neck as revenge. “Did you just bite me?” Frowning from the slight ache Minhyuk backs away and sits on his bed, taking off his pants.

“You were right; it’s scorching hot in here.” He smiles and playfully throws his t-shirt at you. You hold his lustful gaze, slowly taking off your t-shirt and your unhooked bra, walking towards him. He stretches out a hand and pulls you on the bed. You can’t help but to remember in disbelief, all the nights you laid there next to him actually watching a movie. Minhyuk brings you back in the present cupping one of your breasts, teasing your nipple with his tongue, while one of his hands reaches underneath your skirt. You moan his name and he hums on your skin in approval, his fingers painfully slowly trailing up your inner thigh. You are panting in anticipation as he reaches your soaked panties but he stops and peeks up at you, an accusing look on his face. “You always come here wearing those kinds of skirts, I’m a man too. You know?” Oh, you know.  Maybe you didn’t pay much attention to it before, but you definitely know better now. “Point taken, I will wear skirts more often.”

You whine as he smiles and dig your nails in his shoulders hoping he will take the hint. He climbs back up to kiss your lips and presses his thumb to your panties. You gasp in the kiss and slide one hand to grab one of his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle contract under your touch. He grunts and starts to trail kisses down your chest and stomach. In no time, your skirt is toss to a corner of his room and he is down, kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs. He lets out a short laugh when he sees your cute panda panties before tossing them away and reality hits you. Why did I have to wear unsexy underwear today? You hide your face in your elbow in embarrassment.

“By the way, I’m keeping those…” Minhyuk blows his sizzling breath on your core to tease you a bit more, visibly enjoying how aroused he’s got you. You whine again and he gives you a first long lick, tasting you. He then firmly presses his tongue on your clit, making you moan loudly. Working on you with his mouth, Minhyuk starts to pump one finger inside you at a building pace. You curl your fingers in his hair, moaning more and more loudly as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach slowly beginning to untie. He adds a finger and begins to nibble on your sensitive spot until you’re dripping. Your thighs start clenching around his head and he moans against your throbbing wet core, sending you over. Your high hits you like a wave and you begin to shake uncontrollably. He holds you down, licking you until you ride off your orgasm and then climbs up next to you, panting for a few minutes.

“I never guessed you were that loud. We should have put on some music” Amused, he watches you cover your pink face with your hands.

“Do you think the guys heard?” You faintly ask.

“I certainly hope they did. Then they’ll have to stop teasing me so much about taking more than a year to make a move on you.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Well we haven’t known each other for more than a year…”

“… I did, that’s what I’m saying. That’s why I talked to you on The Show.” Minhyuk gets up and puts some music on, letting the information of his little crush sinks in.

“We said we were watching a horror movie…” You protest as music fills the tiny room.

“Trust me. I don’t care how entertaining their movie is, by now they know what we are doing” He laughs seeing you blush again and grabs your chin to kiss you. Might as well. You climb over him in the bed, prolonging the kiss into a passionate one. One of his hands holds onto your naked hips, tracing small circles with his thumb, and the other one wanders on your back.  You start to gently rock yourself on his erection through his briefs and he grunts. His head falls in your neck and he gives you little pecks. “Gosh, I can feel how hot you are.” He muffles into your shoulder. He pushes you back on the bed, taking off his underwear. As he positions himself on top of you, he gives you a silent questioning look and you wrap your legs around his hips, already begging for him. He smirks and leans in to peck your lips before finally entering you. He starts to move after a few seconds, his grunts turning you even more on. You bite his neck again, trying to contain your own sounds as he sets pace inside you.

“Are you going to keep biting me like a kitten?” He asks you, heavily panting. You whine in his skin, trying to suppress the urge to bite him again, digging your nails in his back instead. “Don’t stop then.” He begs. You happily oblige and keep lightly biting his traps while he sinks faster and deeper with each thrust. You raise your pelvis, allowing him even deeper inside you and you both gasp. After a moment, his grunts turn into moaning your name in incoherent sentences and, as he reaches his high, he becomes a moaning mess. He thrusts harshly a few more times, making you convulse in pleasure under him before he comes undone inside you. He collapses next to you and you both wait, content, as the waves of pleasure slowly fade away. He’s even louder, at least we had music on.

After a minute, the air in the room feels cool against the sweat on your skin and it makes your body shiver. Minhyuk turns to look to you, bringing you closer in his arms. “Why are you shivering, kitten? I thought we said this room was blazing hot.” He laughs softly at your new pet name.

You get half up on one elbow, putting your head in your hand. You eye him down, admiring the small drops of sweat on his chest and the faint marks that your teeth left.

“What are you looking at kitten?” He has a faint blush on his cheeks and sounds a bit shy, even though he’s trying to be funny. His more familiar embarrassment makes you wonder how things escalated like that.

“So how the hell did you get all that glitter off?” You ask, really curious. He breaks into a contagious laugh.

“Does glitter turn you on? I should have tried that sooner” He winks. “So, you really did like that picture, enh?” He lets out his signature giggle and you hide your embarrassment in his embrace. “I think this means good luck. It’s going to be a great comeback.”

“I believe it’s going to be your first win, but what do I know? Until today, I thought you were just a friend. Nothing makes sense anymore.” You smile in his neck.

“I don’t know. I think it makes perfect sense, you and me.”


M A S T E R L I S T

anonymous asked:

hii tay, can you do an imagine where the reader goes on a blind date with someone, but he's kind of rude and she meets Josh while on the blind date and they hit it off?

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

It’s not that Peter isn’t lovely. Really, he is. He’s tall and his hair is neatly done, and he smells like department store perfume and he’s everything you’re supposed to want to take home to your parents.

The problem is that he’s mind-numbingly dull and–even worse–completely uninterested in you. Even when he picked up you up, dressed up a tight dress with your makeup all done, he’d barely mumbled a compliment. You probably should’ve taken the hint and claimed sickness before you’d gotten to the arena, but you didn’t want to offend the guy. Your mother had raised you better than that.  

You sigh, head propped up in your hand. The bleachers are cold underneath you and you have absolutely no idea what the players on the court below are even doing. The game’s just started, but Peter is already engrossed in it, eyes tracking the players’ movements carefully. You would ask a question about the team or why their shorts are so long they cover their knees, but you’re sure Peter would just mildly play it off.

“Sorry, sorry, coming through,” a light voice comes from your left. You snapped your head around to see two boys pushing their way through the bleachers towards you. The yellow haired one is doing the pushing, loudly shouting sincere apologies as he goes through. The short-haired one behind him is carrying a giant bag of popcorn and a soda, an overly pleased grin on his face.

They bustle their way through until they’re right next to you and Peter. The yellow one sits right next to you, still nattering away at his friend. He’s wearing sweats and a tank top, and you feel absurdly overdressed next to him in your fancy heels and curled hair.

You turn your head away when you hear a loud “Hi!” in your ear. It’s the boy, smiling at you and…oh. He’s got these soft eyes that look like melting waterfalls and he reminds you of a star. He’s just very pretty despite the fact that he looks like he just came from a skate park.

“Hi,” you smile back. Maybe the night won’t be so awful after all.

“I’m Josh. This is my friend Tyler.” Tyler smiles and waves at you. He looks easy going too.

“I’m Y/N. This is, uh, my date, Peter.” you gesture over at Peter, who’s pointedly still staring at the game. “Um, Peter?”

The man turns his head slightly, “Yeah?”

“This is Josh and Tyler.” He waves, uninterested, at the duo.

Peter mumbles a semblance of a hello at them and turns his head completely back to the game. You can feel your face drop a little, but you try to smile at Josh. His brow is furrowed in Peter’s direction, and he mouths to you “Silent type, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, careful not to bump your shoulder into Peter.

Josh  focuses back on you. It’s almost dizzying, the caramel eyes staring so earnestly into yours. “Where are you from, then?”

“Columbus. You?”

“Yeah? Us too.”

The crowd around you suddenly roars. You lean back a bit, not realizing how close you’d been leaning in to Josh. He’s still only looking at you though, despite the people yelling around you. Peter is on his feet yelling obscenities. “What happened?” You ask him.

“What?” He almost yells back. “You’re so quiet, can’t you speak up?”

You can feel your cheeks heating up. “I just asked what happened.”

“They fouled one of our players.”

“What does that mean?”

Peter gives you a cold look. “Don’t you go to college here? How can you not know the basic rules of basketball?”

You gulp, “I—”

“Nevermind. It’s when players make contact with another player, basically,” he huffs. “You’re not allowed to do that.”

“Oh—” you briefly stumble over your words. Peter turns back to game, huffing loudly.

Josh’s face is thunderous when you glance back at him.  He grumbles under his breath, “Well, that was rude.”

If that’s not terribly endearing, you’re not sure what is. You can feel yourself fonding over Josh as they fall back into a conversation, with his little quips and comments throughout the game and his lovely eyes and strong biceps and the way he laughs at you like you’re actually telling funny jokes. He’s just so happy and perfect and he gets eye crinkles when he smiles. You love eye crinkles.

A loud horn and the bustling of people around them startles you. Peter’s trying to shuffle past you, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”.

You frown at him, “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Tyler leaves too, and Josh fixes you with a curious look. “Why in the world are you on a date with that guy? No offense or anything, but he’s kind of prick.”

You laugh at his remark, “My friend thought we’d be a good match. I’m not sure how she could have possibly thought that. Remind me to never let myself get set up on a blind date ever again,” you sigh.

Josh launches into a story about the “worst date I’ve ever been on, I swear, Y/N, it was the most awful night of my life”. His eyes are shining and you’re not sure of the last time you laughed this hard. He’s still talking when Peter comes back grumbling slightly under his breath and avoiding your eyes. Josh glares daggers at him, like the guy’s personally attacking him.

“Is that a Kiss Cam?” Tyler asks as he sits back down, pointing at the big screen.

You smile in awe at the old couple on the screen now. You and Josh both laugh at the various couples they show, watching both awkward and sweet kisses they share.  You’re mid-laugh when you freeze, shocked at what they’re showing now. It’s focused on you and Peter. More specifically, you now staring at Peter and Peter completely ignoring you. He’s not even glancing over at you or turning his head in the slightest. You can feel your cheeks heat up again, looking helplessly over at Josh.

Josh, who’s still smiling at you like a ball of sunshine, quirks an eyebrow and narrows his eyes. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him. He tastes like sunshine and mint chewing gum, and he kisses you back just as eagerly. His lips are soft against yours and you think that you might be a little in love. You pull back after what feels like forever, leaning your forehead against Josh’s. Your smile is so wide it feels like it’s going to split your face open, and when you finally lean back to look at Josh, he’s smiling just as wide, eye crinkles and all.

Tyler looks a little shocked behind him, leaning over with wide eyes. He’s looking behind you at Peter, who’s finally paying attention.

He has a cold expression and his eyebrows are furrowed. He crosses his arms stiffly over his chest and glares at you. “We’re on a date. You can’t kiss other people when you’re on a date with me. Who does that?”

You stutter out a semblance of a response, but then Josh is leaning forward. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re kind of a dick.”

Peter’s jaws drops open at him. He looks like he’s about to spit a response back when Josh turns to you and grins widely at him. “Wanna get out of here?”

You laugh, “Yeah, of course I do.”

He stands and offers a hand to you, “Let’s go. We’ve got things to do, places to see.”

You let Josh pull you up and you can’t keep the stupid grin off from your face. He takes your hand again and starts pulling you gently down the bleachers. You turn and wave back at Tyler and Peter. Peter looks like he’s swallowed a something whole but Tyler quickly gives you a soft smile and a thumbs up. “Bye, Peter! Hopefully I’ll see you soon, Tyler.” You laugh again and let yourself get pulled along by Josh.

Josh turns around and smiles at you, “You okay?”

Maybe it’s too soon to tell, but you have a strange feeling that you just met your soulmate. You beam back, “I am now.”

Reaction To You Accidentally Turning Them On In Public

NCT Hyung-Line  -  SM Rookies


Suggested: ‘Could you please do a NCT Reaction where you accidentally turn them on (or sth like that) when the other members are around? Please and Thank-you! xx’
NCT Hyung Line Reaction to you accidentally giving them a boner when the other members are around?

A/N: I also suggest reading this reaction from @nctreacting [It has a similar premise].
I’m actually kind of proud of this one, I wrote a lot-
- Admin Finn



Taeil:

Originally posted by taeiloves

In all honesty, it’d frustrate Taeil to an extent. He’d feel a bit bad, knowing you hadn’t intentionally chosen to wear the revealing silk blouse to give him a hard time.
He’d want you to know about his issue, having had fantasies of you blowing him behind the kitchen counter while the other members holler, enthralled by the movie in the other room. So, he’d be a bit flirtatious- you’re his S/O, he’s allowed to be. However, if he saw it was clearly not the right time or he was struggling with himself too much he may just be quiet, avoiding your touch as he tries to satiate his desire.
“It’s a bit revealing isn’t it?” he’d murmur, brushing his fingers over your blouse.
“Do you want some popcorn?”
“…..”


Johnny:

Originally posted by jonqins

This boi would think you did it on purpose, totally being oblivious to your oblivious nature.
He’d slither up behind you, wrapping his long arms around you as he whispers in your ear, pressing his erection against you.
“You planned this didn’t you?”
Silence.
“I’ll punish you later-”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I-Is that your boner?!”
“Shhh!”

He’d feel so utterly at a loss once he realizes it was unintentional… His next mission would be getting you to slip away with him to take care of him.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by haetenyong

Taeyong would be clingy™
He’d want you to notice his problem and would whine quietly to you.
“Look what you do to me,” he’d whine.
“You’re such a pervert… How did you get like this?”
“You have to take care of it”
he’d whisper in a hushed tone frantically.
“Later-”
The rest of the evening he’d be like a child, trying desperately to hide the bulge in his jeans and whining to leave the party. He’d get to a point where he’d probably get annoyed, his nostrils flaring as Jaehyun kept you at the door, talking about their new manager.


Yuta:

Originally posted by taeyonggi

He’d give you the fucking look™
You’d know what was up, a bit flustered he felt that way- because you couldn’t think of what would possibly get him excited so easily.
“W-What are you going to do?”
“I can control it,”
he’d assure, grinning slyly.
“O-Okay…”
He’d maybe go to the bathroom to adjust himself in his pants, but other than that he’d act pretty normal.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by dovounq

Honestly, he’d get irritated. He’d feel helpless, knowing you didn’t know and that the other members were around and nothing could be done. He’d be easily irritated, fuming to himself as he tries to quell his erection.
He’d probably spend the evening with himself, more quiet than usual.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Why would I want a drink?! Does it look like I need one?! I can get my own-”


Ten:

Originally posted by nctaezen

Tries to let you know, but fails miserably. The other members would probably catch onto his indiscreet looks before you.
“Why do you keep making that face?”
“….”

As a result, instead of being clingy, he’d be a bit embarrassed and would keep to himself about his issue.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by neotechs

Shit. He’s dealt with these before and likely be able to carry on like normal, sneaking frequent glances at you as he tugs the blanket from Johnny to cover his lap.
“OH mY gOD! JeFFrEy!” - Johnny Seo, points to him.
“Thanks.”
He’d be fine tho, acting like normal, he’d brush your worried gaze away as he leans in to murmur in your ear.
“If you feel bad maybe you can help me out later-”


WinWin:

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

He’d be so damn awkward. He’d probably distance himself from you silently as he tries to give his attention to the movie rather than the way you kept whispering in his ear about the movie.
“Want some popcorn?” Doyoung would ask, placing the bowl in Sicheng’s lap.
Popcorn goes everywhere.

The Most Awkward Semester Ever IV

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Part I Part II Part III Part V Part VI

Virgil couldn’t stop fidgeting, his hands endlessly worrying at the edge of his hoodie.

“Remind me why this isn’t a bad idea again?” he said, his voice pitching a little higher than usual.

“Because if you leave now you’ll regret it forever,” Roman replied, rolling his eyes from where he was standing next to him.

“I mena I already regret most of my life,” Virgil muttered, “So..”

“Virgil” Roman said exasperatedly.

“Fine, yeah, whatever” Virgil waved his hand, as if trying to brush away his words. “Just remember to pinch me if I start babbling or sounding stupid.”

It was then that Roman reached out and pinched him. Hard.

“Hey!” Virgil cried out, springing away from Roman. “What the hell was that for?”

“You said to pinch you if you started sounding stupid,” Roman retorted. “And you being this nervous is pretty freaking stupid. You’re going to be fine, Virgil. Try to relax a little. It’s a just a movie.”

“Sometimes I really fricking hate- oh god, he’s here!”

Virgil’s focus abruptly switched from Roman’s annoying ways to the approaching figure. Logan was wearing jeans. Virgil had never seen him in jeans before, he always wore slacks or khakis to school before, somehow making them look ridiculously good. But now, with these jeans…

“Fuck, I am so gay” Virgil breathed out, still unable to take his eyes off of Logan. He could hear Roman stifling a laugh next to him though, so without looking he reached out and smacked him, hearing a yelp.

“There,” he said, “Revenge for the pinch.”

Before Roman had a chance to retaliate, Logan had reached them.

“Salutations, Virgil,” he said with a soft smile. And dear god, he was going to end up killing Virgil someday.

Logan continued.

“I wanted to thank you for coming out with me today,” he said warmly, “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo for a while, but it’s more enjoyable with companions. Speaking of which, this is Patton. Patton, this is Virgil.

“Pleasure to meet you, champ!” The cheerful looking boy beside Logan stepped forward, holding out his hand. 

He continued, “I’ve heard a lot about you from Logan. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”

Virgil’s mind raced. Logan had talked about him? What had he said? Was it good? Oh, who was he kidding, it was probably bad. Fuck, Patton probably already thought he was an idiot.

Trying not to show any of this on his face, Virgil reached out and shook the hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said quietly. “Ah, you were the one to make those cookies a little while back, right? They were-they were really good.“

Patton beamed.

“Aw, thanks!” he said. “I’m so glad you liked them! I love to bake, but I love sharing what I bake even more. Just let me know if you ever have a craving for baked goods. I can do more than cookies too. In fact I do a mean chocolate cheesecake.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Roman broke in, stepping forward from where he had been behind Virgil. “But perhaps we should continue this conversation after we’ve gotten our seats. I’m Roman, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Oh, well hello, Roman” Patton said cheerfully. “And yeah let’s go in. I hope we can get seats right in the middle. I’m so excited for this movie, the trailers looked so cool and I love animated movies!”

“I agree!” Roman said enthusiastically. “I especially love Disney movies. Tell me do you have a favorite?”

As they began to walk forward, Roman and Patton still chatting each other’s ears off, Logan fell in step with Virgil.

“I really am glad you agreed to come,” he said. “I hope you find the outing enjoyable.

“Um, yeah, sure I will” Virgil mumbled, hoping his face wasn’t too red. He could get through this though. Roman was right. It was just a movie. Just a movie.

He glanced back up again at Logan, and struggled to keep from blushing again. Why did he have to be so unfairly hot?

After they bought their tickets and made their way towards their theatre, Logan could see Virgil glancing at the concession stand.

“Did you want something?” he asked, wanting to make this experience as pleasant for Virgil as possible.

Virgil glanced up at him, looking startled.

“Uh, no, I’m okay,” he muttered. “We should just go sit down.”

“Are you sure?” Logan said, wanting to make sure before they reached their theatre.

“Yeah, I’m surprised,” Virgil’s friend Roman broke in. “You love movie popcorn.”

Virgil was now looking very uncomfortable and flustered, which was not what Logan wanted. So he made a decision.

“You two go on ahead,” he told Patton and Roman. “Save some seats for us. We’re going to get some snacks.”

With that, he grabbed Virgil’s hand and tugged him towards the concession stand.

“So we’re obviously getting popcorn,” he said thinking out loud, “But I might also get a soda as well. Do you want one? The salt from the popcorn might make you thirsty. Also I’ll get some chocolate for Patton, he loves sweet things.“

He looked back at Virgil, who was staring at Logan, slightly slack-jawed. When he saw Logan looking at him, he straightened up a bit.

“Um, that all sounds fine, I guess” he stammered out. “What-whatever you want.”

Logan nodded. Right, he’d get two popcorns, a drink for him, another for Virgil, and some chocolate for Patton. He wasn’t sure what Roman would want, so hopefully the popcorn would suffice.

It wasn’t until he’d almost reached the front of the line that he realized he’d never let of of Virgil’s hand. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the other boy, but Virgil didn’t seem like he was feeling uncomfortable or trying to shift away. Logan couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread inside his chest. It seemed like the other truly was becoming more comfortable around him.

It was with some regret that he had to break the hold once he’d placed the order so that he could pull out his wallet. But despite the broken grip, Virgil hadn’t moved away from him either. This was very promising and going much better than last time.

“Uh, hey how much should I pitch in?” Virgil asked uncertainly as Logan handed over his credit card.

“Nothing, it’s my treat,” Logan said absently, as he signed the receipt. “I am, after all, the one who invited you.”

“O-oh, but are you sure?” Virgil said. Logan could see him fidgeting. As he grabbed the chocolate and the drinks, he turned and smiled at him.

“Yes, I’m sure” he reassured Virgil. “Like I said, my treat. Now, can you carry the popcorn bags?”

“Yeah sure,” Virgil mumbled in reply. While he was keeping his eyes fixed downward, he didn’t appear to be truly distressed to Logan’s eyes. In fact, he could have sworn he saw a faint smile flicker across the other’s face.

Feeling content and very self-satisfied, Logan led the way to the theatre. He was going to see a movie he had been highly anticipating. He was accompanied by people he enjoyed spending time with. And best of all, he had finally made progress with Virgil. 

Perhaps, he found himself considering, glancing yet again at the other, we could even remain friends beyond the bounds of the project.

As he and Virgil settled down in the seats Patton and Roman has saved for them, the exact middle of the theatre as Patton had wanted, Logan let himself entertain the though further. Keeping his eyes discreetly fixed on Virgil, who was now curled up and absentmindedly eating popcorn as he watched the trailers. Yes, the thought of becoming friends was indeed quite a pleasant one.

Bonus! The conversation Roman and Patton have while waiting in the theatre:

Patton: So Virgil has quite the crush, doesn’t he?

Roman: Yeah, he’s pretty obvious about it. Has Logan figured it out?

Patton: Ah, Logan isn’t always the best with emotional and social, so no, he hasn’t. He thinks Virgil is afraid of him.

Roman: Well that’s better than what Virgil’s been worried about. He’s convinced Logan thinks he’s an idiot.

Patton: Oh no, he likes Virgil. That’s why he’s been trying to date him, even through he hasn’t figured out that’s what he’s been trying to do yet.

Roman: Ok, so these have been dates. I wasn’t sure.

Patton: Really? I didn’t think he was being that subtle.

Roman: Yes, but I have to rely on Virgil for information and he’s not the most reliable narrator when it comes to Logan.

Patton: That’s fair.

Strictly Professional (Part 6)

Summary: Misha comes over to your place for your very first official date. And once again, neither of you can keep your hands to yourselves.

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, smut, oral (female receiving)

*nsfw gif below the cut*

Strictly Professional Masterlist

Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

You glanced nervously at the clock, your stomach a bundle of nerves as the time got closer and closer to 8pm.

Five minutes till 8.

Which meant Misha would be there in 5 minutes for your very first official date.

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Positive (+) || Park Jimin

Originally posted by sugaglos

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst (fluff at the end)


Your hands shook lightly as you looked down at the test in your grasp. This was the one thing you had been hoping wouldn’t happen but it just had to, didn’t it. Why did this have to happen now?

Of all the times this could have happened. If it had happened a couple months from now then it may have been okay.

If this hadn’t happened then maybe you wouldn’t have the looming feeling that everything was about to come crashing down around you.

The pink little plus sign stared back at you.

You blinked your eyes and looked up to the sky, hoping that you could hold back the tears that were so desperately trying to escape. You swallowed thickly against the lump in your throat and tried to focus on keeping your emotions at bay.

There was no way you could tell him. You couldn’t tell Jimin, not now. There was too much on his plate and this would just be too much.

He was leaving in a week. Jimin was leaving with the rest of Bangtan, to promote their new album around Korea. He was already stressed out enough with rehearsals and practices. All he ever wanted to do when he came over to your apartment was sit and relax.

And if you told him what you just found out, there was no way he would be able to focus on the tour.

There was still the thought in the back of your mind about what would happen if he found out, if the media found out. BTS survived off of their good lucks and singleness to promote their albums and make fans go crazy.

Your relationship with Jimin had only just recently been approved by the company, but you still weren’t allowed to come out to the public. Not until after promotions were done and they were back for good.

Adding a baby onto the whole crazy mess would make everything worse. You had no idea what you were going to do anymore.

Would Jimin even want a child?

Would he still be with you if he found out you were pregnant?

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Popcorn Date

Title: Popcorn Date

Paring: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,689

Warning: Cavity level fluff that turns smutty

A/N: I’ve been having this dream for months, thought I should share. The humming I talk about you can see in this video, just go to 17:05 and watch them talk about it, it’s pretty great. He does the humming thing again later on and Jensen can’t stop laughing. Anywho, enjoy dorky cute smutty Jensen!!


“Dude, just go ask her!” Jared nudged Jensen so hard he stumbled a little, falling into the side of Baby.

“Shut up! Come on man!” Jensen looked over his shoulder only to whip back around. “Shit, dude she’s coming over!” Jared started laughing before falling into a coughing fit as he tried to hold it together.

“Uh, hey guys. Jared you dying or something?”

Jared just shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. Jensen’s eyes went wide as he slowly shook his head, silently wondering what the hell had gotten into Jared.

“You guys sure you’re good?” you looked between the two boys.

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