everyone look how drunk we all were

YURI ON ICE STAGE EVENT

ok guys so this info is from Facebook but here ya go

So, I’m not sure if anyone has been keeping up-to-date with the Yuri!!! On Stage announcements, but here’s a very quick recap of some /interesting/ canon things that went down!

- Yuuri & Viktor played a stripping game and Yuuri lost and woke up with Viktor’s underwear on his head
- at some point Yuuri vomits and I’m not sure if it’s the morning after or during some “fun” with Viktor lol
- Yurio yelling a lot and Seung-Gil tells Yuuri to put some clothes on
- “OVERCOME CHIHOKO” is written in Russian on Yuuri’s back
- *flashback to the night before drunk as heck* Viktor and Chris flirting hard
- Viktor called Yurio ‘kitten’
- Chris flirting with Yuuri saying “do you want to…drink my…sake?” and Yuuri replies with “it’s our sake” lol
- Leo and Guang-Hong say “adults are gross”
- Chris is SAVAGE and tells them “drink from your mother’s breast and go to beddy bye” LOL
- Yuuri getting jealous that Viktor isn’t paying attention to him:
Yuuri: Viktorrrrrr, stop looking at Chris and look at meeee
Viktor: I am looking at you!
Yuuri: You’re not looking enough!!
- Queue to what seems to be a questionable conversation but turns out to not be what they are insinuating lol:
Yuuri: Viktor…do it with me
Viktor: Do what?
Yuuri: That thing we do, when we drink…do that…with me.
- QUEUE THE STRIPPING GAME
- At some point Yurio calls Yuuri ‘Katsuki shit Yuuri!’
- Yurio got mad at Yuuri for 'hiding Viktor’ because Viktor disappeared to god knows where and everyone was blaming it on Yurio lol
- Otabek and Yurio arguing over possible show names for Yurio, where Otabek came up with the majority of them:
YURI ON DARKNESS
YURI ON GALAXY
YURI ON TIGER
俺onお前ら
俺vs時代(me vs generation)
- At some point Viktor and Yuuri get into the topic of flexibility and Yuuri claims 'Chihoko is more flexible than you’ to which Viktor thinks Yuuri is on about an ex and gets HELLA JEALOUS
- Queue this conversation after Viktor hearing Chinhoko:
Yuuri (hella drunk): are youuuu madddd
Viktor: No
Yuuri: Yes you areeeeee
Viktor’s internal monologue: Oh…I was so mad
- Viktor then having a crisis thinking he knew everything about Yuuri…BUT WHO IS THIS CHIHOKO?
- Viktor is now BUTT NAKED on top of the ninja castle: IS THIS BETTER THAN CHIHOKO?
Yuuri: WHO THE HELL IS THAT? I could search the whole world, nobody is better than you!
Viktor: AM I SHINING, YUURI
Yuuri: YES, VERY BRIGHTLY
- Turns out that 'Chihoko’ is a mispronunciation from Yuuri in his drunken state and what he meant to say was 'Sachihoko’ which is a fish statue which sits on top of the ninja castle
- Viktor, while butt naked atop the ninja castle, tries to stretch to look like the sachihoko fish statue lol
- Viktor then invitied Yuuri to strip and join him on the roof because “the view is better when we’re naked” LOL
- Viktor also shouted from atop the ninja castle “they were Yuuri’s past, but I am his NOW!”
- Seung-gil is apparently an affectionate drunk and kissed Nishigori lol

A couple of minor other tid-bits:
- Yurio brought the piroshki to Yuuri to cheer him up as Viktor wasn’t there/worried about Makkachin
- When Yurio was in Hasetsu and said they were going to find Viktor for ramen, it just ended up being Yuuri and Yurio going for ramen together

Also probably the biggest announcement (which I have already seen posted) is WE’RE GETTING A MOVIE! The movie isn’t going to be a recap of anything and is going to be completely new material! I’ve heard that it could possibly be about the time in between in Hasetsu and everywhere else that we didn’t see and showing how Yuuri and Viktor got to be as close as they are!

SO all-in-all we have learnt that Viktor and Yuuri can never keep their clothes on while drunk and both get extremely jealous, and BASICALLY EVERYONE IS EXTRA AS HECK.

(Info taken from fb)

(All of these updates for the story Were gathered from twitter user @/denkimouse so if you want to look for yourself in case I missed anything else, there ya go! lol)

Seven minutes in heaven

Originally posted by knightlley

Cheryl x Reader

Summary: You and Cheryl get picked in a game of seven minutes in heaven at one of her parties.

You had liked Cheryl for a while now but you never thought she paid any attention to you. What you didn’t know was that she had been interested in you too.

And what Cheryl Blossom wants, Cheryl Blossom gets.

So at one of her infamous parties, she had started a game of seven minutes in heaven with the intent of you two getting picked.

After a few people had gone, she spun the bottle and it landed on you. You nervously got up as she led you to the closet and the timer started.

As soon as the door shut she pushed you up against it and kissed you. You both got lost in the moment and far too soon someone was knocking on the door indicating time was up.

As she was about to open the door she turned to you and grinned, “meet me upstairs, that is if you want to continue this of course.“

You two walked out and because it was Cheryl, no one dare make their typical crude comments so they just returned to the game to see who would get picked next.

You noticed her going upstairs but you waited a few minutes before following after her so you wouldn’t catch anyone else’s attention.

When you found your way to her room you walked in and she was casually sitting on her bed.

“What took you so long Y/N.”

“I didn’t want to look suspicious, you know, coming up here with you and all.”

She could tell you were still flustered from earlier so she stood up and put her arms around your neck and kissed you again, “don’t worry, they are so wrapped up in that silly game no one will even notice we are gone.”

She was right. You two went back downstairs after spending who knows how long up in her room and everyone was too drunk, the game long forgotten and just having a good time to notice you guys had ever left.

4

Confessions (Hayes Grier)

Hayes’s POV:
As soon as I told the guys I was leaving to check on Y/N they all made fun of me, but at this point I didn’t care. For months, I’ve had to deal with them teasing us about when we were finally gonna hook up, and how whipped I was. And secretly, I kind of agreed with them. I’d been waiting for a good time to tell Y/N that I really liked her, and I wanted to be with her. Looks like she took care of that conversation for me.

Everyone knew Y/N was extremely honest when she was drunk. Whether it be rude, or extremely personal, she never stopped talking. For once, I was grateful for it. Right now though, I had to focus on getting to her and her friends. Apparently they had gone to one of the only clubs in LA that allowed people under 21 in and still managed to get kicked out.

As I pulled up quickly, I immediately noticed them standing on a corner near the building, jackets wrapped around themselves and laughing. After quickly parking, I approached them.

“You ladies okay?”

“Hayes!” Y/N called out, “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” I explained as she looked at me dazed.

She bust out laughing. “Oh, that makes soo much more sense.”

“Do you guys need a ride home?” I asked them all. It would be a squeeze but there was no way I’d leave them drunk on a street corner in the middle of the night.

One of her friends, Elle I think it was, said “Nah we called an Uber maybe 10 minutes ago, we’re good.” She grabbed Y/N’s arm and pushed her towards me. “You can take her though. Don’t want her to get us kicked out of the Uber too.”

A van pulled up and everyone piled in aside from me and Y/N. I led her back to my car as she giggled at random things and jokes I had no chance of getting.

It took a minute to get her in. “Let’s get you home okay?”

She just nodded as we drove off.

“So how did you get kicked out of the club?”

“There was this security guard, really grumpy dude,” she stopped to laugh. “And he kept being grumpy, wouldn’t let some people in because apparently they were at,” she made quotation marks with her hands, “’full cap city’ or something like that.”

“Full capacity?” I suggested.

“Yeah that! Either way I told him he was full of shit and he was being a meanie for not letting those nice people in. Then he called me ‘hon’ and told me to sit down. So I made it clear that I wasn’t a ‘hon’ and I didn’t appreciate his remark.”

“So he kicked you all out?”

“No, I may have also told him that his head was shinier than a brand new penny and that his skinny jeans weren’t cute. Also I had no clue how he could have such chicken legs with such a thick upper body. Then he kicked me out, and luckily my friends came out with me.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling and laughing a little bit. She hit me.

“It’s not funny,” she said, even though she was laughing.

A minute later I changed the subject. “So I got your texts.”

“What texts?”

Oh god. Did one of her friends take her phone to prank her? “You know, the ones where you said you had to talk to me, and you told me… you know.”

“I told you what?”

“That you liked me.”

“I sent those to you?” Her eyes were wide in disbelief.

“Well, yah. Seemed like you knew you were talking to me too. Aside from the end when you said not to tell me, even though you were talking to me.”

“I didn’t think I hit send,” she smacked her forehead, seeming closer to sober than she had all night.

“You did. We had a whole conversation, how do you not remember? So… is it true?”

She took a breath, “Yes, okay? I’m sorry, I know we’re supposed to be best friends but I caught feelings.” I sat quietly, thinking about everything she said before she spoke up again. “Does this change things between us?” She asked as we pulled up to the apartment she shared with one of her friends.

“Yes,” I said easily. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

I could feel her pensiveness as we walked in and knew I should tell her how I felt but if she couldn’t remember the texts she might not remember a conversation. We’d talk in the morning.

I tucked her into her bed in the party clothes she wore and she fell asleep almost immediately. I kissed her forehead quickly and whispered, “I like you too,” then turned off her light and went to lay on her couch. Making the girl of my dreams mine could wait until the morning.

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A/N:
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. Sorry its been a minute since I’ve been on, not nearly as long as last time, but like ¾ days. To the requester, I hope you liked it. I know in the last one you mentioned doing it through text so I decided to keep that, then added a little normal writing. Also, part 2 anyone? It’d be a minute ‘cuz I have some requests to do but I think it’d be cool. I have ideas in my head for it already, but I kind of like the simple ending I left. Also speaking of requests, I know I don’t respond immediately when you request but I do see it and have it planned I swear! If I answer your request its not in my inbox and I forget. The only reason I’d reply to your request before writing it is if I can’t do it, so don’t worry. Anyway, see y’all in the next one!

Peace,
that-fandom-tho.

Shameful Behavior pt. 2

Part One

AN: William decides to pick on someone his own size for once.
Pairings: William x reader
Characters: William Magnusson, Christoffer Schistad, Vilde Hellerud, Noora Saetre, Sana Bakkoush, Chris Berg, Eva Mohn
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: “Can you please do a William from Skam x reader where she’s his friend and they fall in love and stuff?”

Of course, William had hooked up with Vilde. You should’ve seen that coming, considering that she was exactly his type. It brought a bitter taste to your mouth whenever you thought about it, especially because you’d actually become quite close to Vilde and her friends, so you had to listen to her obsess over him almost every day. Conversely, William hadn’t even mentioned Vilde since they’d slept together and, somehow, that was painful too.

You were standing in front of your mirror, inspecting your outfit for the seventh time that day and wondering if you should change. You were hosting a party at your house and, by the sounds of it; most of the school was planning on attending, which meant that you had to look stunning, or at least interesting. The top you had on was more low-cut than was normal for you, and the skirt was something you’d never imagined yourself wearing, but put together, you were feeling good. A faint tapping on your window knocked you out of your daydreaming and you spun around, clutching at your chest.

William’s smiling face met yours and you breathed out a sigh of relief, unlatching the window and stepping back so that William could clamber into your room with all the grace of a baby gazelle. You giggled as he tripped and scrambled to right himself, fixing his hair as he did.

He gave you a fond smile that made your heart pinch and pulled you into a hug.

“You ready?” He asked, with his chin resting on your head. You nodded and he let you go, taking your hands in his, “Let me see you then,” he said, scanning your body with his eyes.

You blushed, but didn’t move away. A muscle in William’s jaw jumped and his eyes hardened. It was a look you’d seen him wear countless times and it always made you feel a little breathless.
When he looked like this, he was unknowable.
He opened his mouth, ready to speak, when you heard a knock at your front door.

“Coming!” You called, shooting William an apologetic look as you darted down the stairs.

You flung the door open and pulled Chris into a hug, before turning to face the pretty, dark haired girl on his arm.

“Hi, I’m Iben,” she smiled shyly, “I’m Chris’ girlfriend.”

“Naaw, that’s so great, welcome guys.” You gushed, ruffling Chris’ hair with your fingers, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Come in, come in; you’re the first to arrive.”

Chris frowned as they followed you into the large living room that looked out onto your back patio.

“Really? Isn’t William here? He left before we did.”

“Indeed I am here,” Will answered, striding into the room confidently. He looked like himself again, and you relaxed, “I just don’t think than Y/N/N really counts you and me as guests anymore.”

“Fair enough,” Chris laughed, “Iben, I’m sure you know William?”

The girl nodded and shook his hand, looking nervous. You couldn’t exactly blame her, she was standing in a room with three third years who went way back, and who were well-known throughout the school. That would intimidate any second year.

“Did you guys tell the other Penetrators to bring drinks?” You asked.

“Of course, who do you think we are? Julian is bringing enough alcohol to feed an army.” Chris answered.

William put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He knew how nervous you got before hosting a party, especially one this size.

“Don’t stress, we’ve got everything under control.” He promised, “You just worry about having a good time alright? The boys and I will make sure everything goes smoothly.”

You leant your head against his hand and breathed out, making a concerted effort to calm yourself down. This was just a party, it was just like every other party you’d gone to and it would be fine. The doorbell rang again and, as you welcomed in the floods of guests that were arriving, you sent a silent prayer to whoever might be listening. Please let the night go well, you prayed, please don’t let there be any drama.

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“No, but don’t you think that we, as women, have a responsibility to not perpetuate stereotypes?” Noora asked.

You thought for a minute. You’d had quite a bit to drink already, but you were still sober enough to make decisions for yourself, which is why you were curled up on the couch with Noora and not out doing something dumb, like dancing on the bar, or crying over William. Both of which were pretty normal for you during your second year at Nissen.

“I think that, as women, it’s not our place to tell one another what our responsibilities are, you know? I mean, there are tons of women out there who want to be housewives, or who like wearing make-up and cooking and cleaning, just ‘cause that’s who they are. I think it’s only a problem when it starts to be expected of us just because we are women.” You answered, “Plus, we’re all guilty of being a bit of a stereotype every now and again.”

Noora nodded in agreement as Sana collapsed onto the couch next to you, looking mad.

“What’s up?” you asked, nudging her with your arm.

Sana rolled her eyes, “Vilde. She’s chasing William down again, as if stalking him is going to make him like her.”

You swallowed hard, torn between pitying Vilde and being horribly jealous, “Where are they?”

Sana shrugged, “I tried to tell her that it was a bad idea, but of course she didn’t want to hear any of it. Couldn’t you talk to her Y/N? I’m sure she’ll listen to you.”

You snorted and refilled your glass from a half-empty bottle of champagne that was left on the coffee table, “I’ve tried, multiple times actually.”

“And she ignores you?” Noora asked.

“It’s more like, she knows that I’m trying to be nice, but she doesn’t think William would talk to me about girls anyway.” You explained, “Which is ridiculous, because girls are pretty much all that Chris and Will talk about.”

Okay so that wasn’t entirely true, but you were annoyed with William, so you didn’t really care, and what had started off as a light buzz had deepened into something dangerously close to full blown tipsiness.

Noora and Sana laughed, “Boys are ridiculous,” Sana declared, “all of them.”

You nodded in agreement, “Truly, they are. If you girls stay away from boys, you’ll stay away from drama. Mark my words, everything bad that happens during your high school career will somehow be related to a boy, they’re pests.”

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” Chris asked, appearing out of nowhere.

You shot him a look, “Don’t act all innocent Christoffer Schistad, you know that I’m right.”

The boy relented and nodded, shooting you an apologetic smile before turning back to the first years, “Listen to this one, girls. She knows her way around the block.”

You smiled dopily and nuzzled into Chris’ side, resting your head on his shoulder as he draped an arm around you protectively. The drinks had finally caught up to you and it felt like you were floating on a cloud of calm. Your head was pleasantly light and your body felt warm and heavy. The noises of the party buzzed around your ears like flies and you nuzzled further into Chris to block them out. He smelt like soap and something else that you were too drunk to recognize and it was comforting how familiar it all was. You’d always been able to rely on Chris. He made a questioning noise in the back of his throat and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“You alright Princess?” He asked softly, “Do we need to send everyone away?”

You shook your head, “William is off somewhere with Vilde, did you know that?” You said, the words bubbling out of you without your consent.

Chris looked confused but answered slowly, “Um, yeah I think I saw them together a while ago, why?”

You sighed, your head spinning but your chest feeling lighter than it had in ages, “They’re probably having sex right now, in my house too. How messed up is that?”

“Uh-“

“I mean, I know it’s William and I know he can’t help how many girls like him but, really? Can’t he just let me have this one party? Can’t I go one night without picturing him with another girl and just wanting to die? Is that too much to ask, Chris? Is it?” you asked as you sat up.

Chris’ eyebrows shot up and his mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to order his thoughts.

“Y/N,” he started, slowly, as if he was carefully choosing his words, “do you…have feelings…for William?”

You frowned, “Of course, I thought everyone knew that. See? That’s why it’s so unfair of him, because he knows how I feel about him and he’s still off somewhere sleeping with my friend, in my house!”

Chris threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter, his chest vibrating as he chuckled.

“Trust me on this Y/N/N, William has no idea that you like him, like, none. If he knew-you know what? I think you should just go talk to him.” Chris suggested.

“You know what? I think I will. He can’t just keep doing this to me anymore, no sir!”

Something in the back of your mind screamed that that was a terrible idea, but the warm haze of alcohol told it to be quiet and you stood shakily, swaying on your feet as your head spun. Chris held your arm to steady you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Just-just remember that he didn’t know, okay?” he reminded you, “He really didn’t know.”

You nodded and gave Chris a lazy grin as you turned to stumble your way towards the back of your house, where you knew people had gone to hook up. If you’d been more sober, maybe you wouldn’t have gone, but you were angry and hurt and you needed it to be over, once and for all.

Misunderstanding? 6/?

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Genre: Angst/Fluff?
Pairing: ReaderxYoongi
Part 6/?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6


‘Y/N… Let’s talk in the kitchen?’  I hear Yoongi say and just nod.

We walk to the kitchen and he asks me if I want to drink something. How can he be this calm? I look up at the clock: 5AM. Nice. I will look terrible tomorrow. My gaze wanders to the cup in front if me, which I left here earlier, and then continues to Yoongi who is looking at me as well.

'So? Do you want something? Maybe Ice Tea, we-’
'I still have some, thanks.’ I say and take a sip from it.
'Ah, I see..Uhm’

He ruffles through his hair. He always does that when he is unsure or nervous.

'Y/N..’ he says, obviously struggling. 'I don’t know where to start. I-’
'How about this: Who is this girl? Why was she in your room -no- in your bed?’

Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I was mad, sad, just done with this.

'Why were you embracing her like that? Why were you with her and not with me?’
'Y/N..’
'WHY..Why did you lie to me… Work? Do you call this work?’

'Y/N, let me expla-’

'Did you work on your physical condition or what kind of work is this Yoongi??? Maybe you can start ex-’

'Y/N!’

I stopped and looked at him. Tears, which cannot be stopped anymore, are rolling down my cheeks. He looks desperate. How terrible do I look, I wonder?

'Y/N… please listen. Let me explain. It was really a misunderstanding. Nothing happened. Do you hear me? Nothing!’

I calm down a little and look at him, still crying.

'Ugh..Ok. Ok, listen. Do you know how I told you about that classmate meeting a couple of weeks ago?’

I remember something. He continues talking.

'That was yesterday evening. I went there thinking our midnight date is tomorrow, well today. I got the dates mixed up so I went there to meet old friends. That woman in my bed? She is an old classmate of mine. We were all out together drinking and talking and she got like super drunk. Everyone left one by one and then we were only like 4 people left, I don’t really remember, but the point is that no one knew where she lives. Everyone else was also super drunk and they all have a wife at home so they can’t take her in.’

'So you just brought her here? A dorm with 7 guys?’

'Well, I had no other choice, it was getting late and I was so tired so I just brought her here’

'And to sleep with her in the same bed? Good move, very smooth’ I laughed at him. This is ridicilous.

'It wasn’t like that! Just listen for a second please, god. So, like I said before I brought her here yes, but I left her in the living room on the couch to sleep. She was wearing your slippers because that was the first thing she grabbed… I tried to take them away but it didn’t work, I am really sorry for all of that.’

'But how the hell did she end up in your bed Yoongi? Mind to explain that?’

'To be honest I am not to sure either. I went to the kitchen, drank some water, brought her everything she needed to sleep and went to sleep myself. I was so tired I fell asleep right away and since you didn’t answer I thought it would be fine. I never thought that you would come. I woke up and realised that she was sleeping in my bed and I woke her up right away and send her home. Then I saw all your things on the floor and guessed what happened… I swear to god Y/N, nothing, absolutely NOTHING happened, please believe me.. How could I ever cheat on you? You’re an angel, I love you, please don’t leave me’

He looked at me with sad and desperate eyes. Is this all true?
Hell, how stupid I feel right now. But there’s still something bothering me.

'Why did you lie to me that you were working?’

'I was afraid that you would get all of this wrong… and you would still come if I said I forgot about it so I thought working would be the best choice because you know how sensitive I am when it comes to my work…’

I am so stupid. He knows me better than I do know myself. So in the end it was all an misunderstanding? Was I really so stupid to just assume that he cheated on me without him explaining anything? Yoongi? Actual angel on earth? I feel so dumb right now.

'Yoongi… Is this all the truth though?’

'Of course! You can call all of them, please, do it if you need to! I will give you all the numbers but please believe me. Don’t leave me, I don’t know what I would do. I was so worried when you didn’t answer and I wanted to run out right away but Hoseok stopped me, please Y/N I am sorry for hurting you like this, making you feel like this. I am not worth it but please just-’

'Yoongi…’

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. Holy shit.

'I feel so dumb right now. Oh my god, I am so stupid. Can you slap me please?’

His eyes got wider. 'What..Y/N? What are you saying?’

'Can you just?? Like? I don’t deserve anything less. Oh my god I still can’t believe it’

I look at his face, now in shock. How stupid of me. I hurt him so much with my assumtions. Tears start rolling down my cheeks again making me look down. Got he made me so soft, I feel so sorry.

'Y/N, why are you crying? Please don’t cry? Do you not believe me? Are you hurt somewhere? Please talk to me I-’

'I am so sorry, Yoongi.’ I say, now looking him in the face again. 'I am SO SORRY’
'I must have make you feel like shit, assuming that you cheated on me without any real evidence.. and also not letting you explain before I thought of the worst. God I am so stupid..’

Silence surrounded us once again. The tension is gone. Yoongi looks at me with eyes wide open.

'Y/N,no. No, no, no! You have the right to think that way to feel that way.. I was the one being thoughtless. I am so sorry. I will never do something so naiv and stupid, so please… Don’t leave me like this EVER again..’

How come anything he says makes me want to hug him and never let him go again?

'I will not… I am so sorry, Yoongs.’ I said smiling, still with tears in my eyes.
Yoongi looks at me and stands up going around the table we were sitting at. He stops right in front of me and hugs me.

'Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much’ he whispers in my ear.

I hug him back. How come I have someone so pure and angel like as my boyfriend?

'I am so sorry, Yoongi. Can you forgive me?’

'Oh my god- YES! Please stop apologising, I feel so stupid..’

'I am the stupid one… I love you, Yoongi.’

He stops hugging me to look me in the eyes. He scans my whole face, every inch of it.

'I love you even more, Y/N, my world, my everything.’ he says and kisses my forhead.

I can’t help but smile. He is still a romantic guy deep down. But I can’t hold myself back. It has do be done.

'Ew, getting cheesy here.Better stop it or we will slip’

'Even now… you’ve learned well. But it’s ok, I will catch you if you fall.’

'Well I had the best teacher’ I winked at him 'but… seriously, who thought you to be so smooth and cheesy?’

'That was probably me!’ I hear a voice saying from the back.

'Ah, Hoseok.’

'Are you guys done? Everything’s setteled?’
We both look at each other and then nod.
'GOOD! Can we like eat sth now? I am super hungry, I couln’t eat anything when I came home..because of a CERTAIN person-’

Gosh, he knows how to make you feel bad.

'I am… sorry? Ok, wait right here I’ll just order something? What do you want to eat?’

'Chicken please. You bag is in the living room, go get it if you need it’ he said while walking up to Yoongi.

I stand up and make my way out of the kitchen not without turning around once again to see Hoseok and Yoongi talking.

Not long after Yoongi joins me in the living room, looking relieved. 

'What did Hoseok tell you’ I asked what caused him to laugh out loud.

'He said: If you ever hurt her like this again or really cheat on her consider yourself a dead man.’
'Holy shit. What did you do to him? Where is he? Is he still alive??’

'I just smacked his head very lightly? He was not wrong after all. I guess he went to his room. He said he will be back after changing’

'I see. Poor baby, he’s probably crying right now’ We both laughed.
'But honestly. Don’t ever do this again, or I’ll smack you tiny perfect ass.’

'I love you too, Y/N.’



20 minutes passed and Hoseok is still not back. What is him taking so long?

'I’ll go look for Hope, he takes way too long. Our food will arrive soon’ Yoongi says. It feels like he can read my mind, what a connection we have.

'Don’t worry, we can finish it without him’ I answer. He stares at me.

'Well, you’re not wrong. Still gotta go look for him. Be right back’ he says and leaves.

I lean my head over the edge of the couch. So it really was a misunderstanding. It seems like even shit days like those have a happy ending right? 


Part 6 of ‘Misunderstanding?’ !
I hope you guys like it ♥
Idk if I’ll finish it here or continue, that’s why there’s still a question mark haha

THANK YOU SO MUCH ♥
I would be happy about feedback and comments ^-^

drunken kisses

Originally posted by leeseunghpoon


It all started with a look. Alright and maybe a couple cans of beer, god knows how many but it was enough to find Seunghoon’s lips particularly interesting, so interesting she couldn’t stop staring. 

Alcohol fuzzed her senses. She hummed out a giggle as she ran a sloppy finger down his bottom lip and he grabbed it away, tightening his hold only to pull her closer.

“I feel funny.” He murmured, too warm breath tickling her ear which left her in a gross fit of laughter, and so was he. Seunghoon’s tolerance to alcoholic beverages was terrible it was nowhere near amusing, but tonight, it apparently was.

“God you’re cute, so cute.” A goofy, disorientated smile curled his flushed lips, redder than usual and it could have been her bleary vision but she couldn’t care less.

“Seunghoon?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”


Random bits of that night’s antics were all she could gather. None of which made the effort to help her recall of what exactly happened because she didn’t trust one bit of the horrifying version that Seungyoon insisted on.

His extensive vocabulary shocked the living soul out of her, leaving her to clamp her palm over his mouth to stop him from describing the scene all together.

“That’s awfully detailed, you little perv!” She gasped. Feeling embarrassingly hot and bothered over the fact that everyone she knows potentially witnessed the one makeout sesh she desperately tried hard to remember.

The one that she wondered about for the longest time, years of friendship, and it just had to be drunken and open to the public, that everyone knew of except her.

“And you say you two aren’t dating? I’m not buying it.” Seungyoon let out a string of muffled complaints that she already heard of plenty of times before.

“We were drunk—”

“Oh look, here comes your boyfriend.”

A part of her wished that Seungyoon was teasing her and that it was a joke, but her eyes were met with the one person she wanted so much to avoid.

Seunghoon hopped down the flight of stairs, all smiles and long limbs when he saw her. She was annoyed at herself for having the nerve to admire how good he looked even with an oversized shirt and tennis shorts.

Her senses slapped her in the face, already heading down the next set of stairs in front of her as she shamelessly hoped that he’ll trip over his ridiculously long, yellow belt.

She caught her name in the distance while she rushed down the stairs, taking two at a time and she cursed under her breath for taking so damn slow, knowing that there was no escaping Seunghoon.  

Sure enough, before she could even reach the bottom, a hand snatched at her wrist. And there he was with his stupid long legs and a little breathless.

“W-We need to talk.” Seunghoon panted. It was useless to try and pull away because Seunghoon gripped harder.

“No we don’t—”

“Am I the only one that doesn’t know we’re dating?” Seunghoon let her go only to wrap his fingers around her shoulders. The act closed in the little distance the two of them had, making her heart leap furiously up to her throat.

“A-Are we?” She swallowed quickly, feeling her mouth dry and she struggled to hold his sharp gaze.  

“I don’t know, are we?”

She almost rolled her eyes.

Typical Seunghoon playing around this way even when he shouldn’t. She dropped her head back in frustration before slowly brushing his hands away.

“I keep telling them we’re not dating, Hoon. But apparently friends don’t do drunken makeouts.” She emphasized on a certain word almost accusingly and he diverted his eyes quickly to his feet.

“Maybe we are then.” He said, stilling the moment.

“Drunk kissing doesn’t mean anything, Seunghoon.”

“Well should we sober kiss then? Will that mean something?”

“Hoon—”

“Because I could kiss the hell out of you right now.” 


No Matter What - PART 3

Type: Scenario

Genre:  Angst - Fluff

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Cheating, swearing.

Originally posted by bubwoo

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

He instantly gave into the kiss, holding you tight and squeezing your waist a couple of times before pulling away.

“I’m sorry, baby. Let me show you how sorry I am”.

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Time upon Once, ch. 13 (13/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

A huge thank you to @tnlph @businesscasualprincess and @blessed-but-distressed  for beta duties and @shady-swan-jones jones for the banner!

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The gossip didn’t die down the next day. Killian knew it probably wouldn’t. It was a small town, and they would squeeze a scandal like this for everything it was worth, and then some. Which was why his heart went out to her when he saw her stepping into Granny’s during morning rush. Killian was sitting at a secluded table, simply enjoying his hot chocolate - musing over how much of the stuff he must have drunk since he’d first gotten into town - and browsing over the local news when Mary Margaret cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your morning, but I just wanted to remind everyone that a very special occasion is upon us – Miner’s Day.” She looked uncomfortable and fragile as she held a clipboard in one hand. “As always, the nuns of Storybrooke are hoping that everyone will get involved, and will help sell their exquisite candles. All we need are a few energetic volunteers. So, who wants to join me?”

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anonymous asked:

So I've been having a really bad week and a friend shared a story about me from something that happened literally a year ago. I did something that wasn't a big deal to me but meant a great deal to her. So what if tony is having one of those bad days. And Peter starts it by saying something like, "you know mr. Stark...i don't know if I ever told you but remember when you did [this thing]? I'll never forget that and it was one of the best moments of my life." Then the rest of team tony share too?

Because we all need a little more Fluff in our lives. 

Tony’s having a bad week. It feels like everything he’s been fighting for is worth nothing. They stand up to Thanos, they win, and the next threat comes, bigger and badder than before. No matter what he does, people keep dying, he keeps failing. 

“Hey, Tony.” Pepper says, nudging his side. He looks up, surprised to find the others seated around them. “I don’t know if you remember this, you probably don’t but when I came in here to correct your math, that wasn’t the first time we met.” Pepper says. Tony blinks at her.

“It wasn’t?” He asks, and she shakes her head smiling. 

“Nope, the first time we met was the day I came in to interview for Stark Industries. I was having a bit of an anxiety attack outside of the HR reception area.” She explains, and Tony searches his memories for any situation like this. 

“I don’t remember that.” He admits. She smiles. 

“Well, it was probably nothing to you. You saw me though, and you stopped, put your phone away, and told me it would be alright.” She said, looking down at her shoes. “I’ve never forgotten it. You, the owner of the company, a man with more money than I could dream of, sat down to talk to me, and make sure I was okay. You didn’t care that I wasn’t even an emplyee yet. You just wanted to make sure I was okay.” Pepper says. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t that big of a deal.” Tony mumbles, feeling uncomfortable. Pepper shakes her head.

“It was a huge deal Tony. It was the reason I agreed when you asked me to be your personal assistant. It was the reason I had the confidence to storm into your office in the first place.” She says. “That kindness, that’s why you’re my best friend.” Tony blinks back tears.

“You deserve every bit of kindness the world can show you.” Tony mumbles, and she laughs wetly. 

“So do you Tony.” She squeezes his shoulder, and Rhodey raises his hand. 

“My turn, my turn.” He jokes, and everyone turns to look at him, and Tony tries to pretend they didn’t all see him crying.

“Don’t embarrass me Honeybear.” Tony teases, and Rhodey laughs. 

“I think I’m more likely to embarrass myself.” He admits, smiling at Tony. “You remember, back before Afghanistan,” Rhodey starts.

“I mean vaguely.” Tony jokes, remembering how frequently drunk he was. 

“Well, one time you were drunk off your ass. We were at a gala, and I was tired as all hell. I just wanted to go home dude.” Rhodey starts, and Tony winces. “So, I told you. ‘Hey, man I’m tired. Can we go?’ Tony you had us out the door and in a cab in three seconds.” Tony blinks at him surprised. “The best part though, you told the cabbie, ‘This is my best friend. He’s in the air force, best guy I’ll ever know man.’ Drunk off your ass and singing me praises dude.” Rhodey smiles at him. “I felt so loved.” 

“Bro.” Tony mumbles, a little chokes up. “I love you, always Rhodey.” Rhodey smiles at him, and climbs onto the couch next to him to offer a hug. 

“I know you do man.” Rhodey assures, and Peter’s hand shoots up in the air. Rhodey points to him. “Your turn Spider dude.” 

“Okay, so I haven’t known Dr. Stark- Tony fine stop glaring- Tony as long as you two have, obviously. But Dr. S-Tony you are one of the most kind and patient teachers I have ever had. You’re so happy to foster my creativity, and my ability to do science.” Peter beams at him. “Just yesterday you took time out of your busy as all fu-hell schedule, in order to help me with my physics homework. You, an important hero, and man, spending your time helping me.” Peter shrugs his shoulders. “You’ve always been my Hero.” He admits. 

“Peter stop.” Tony mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. “Jesus fuck kid, I’ll help you with your homework a thousand times over, it’s not a big deal.” Peter, vaults over the coffee table to hug him. 

“It is to me.” Peter whispers. Tony hugs him tight. Vision coughs awkwardly. 

“Mr. Stark, Tony, I have not been around for long.” Vision says. And Peter slides back into his seat. “I have however been hurt in the short time I’ve been alive, and despite you being hurt worse, by the others actions, you took time to talk to me, and make sure I was doing okay.” Vision explains. 

“Of course.” Tony says. 

“No, it’s an obvious thing to do for you.” Vision stresses. “But it’s not something everyone would have done. You had your own issues going on, you’d been hurt, but you spent time to make sure I was doing okay.” 

“Vision, you’re like the Athena to my Zeus.” Tony mumbles, and everyone raises an eyebrow at him. “What? He’s not my baby, he sprouted fully formed out of my brain.” The others shrug in acknowledgement. “I care about him though, he is my kid.” 

“Yeah, I am. You’re a great dad.” Vision says. Tony nearly falls over the back of the couch. 

“Not the D-word dude! You’re gonna make me feel old!” Tony gasps. Rhodey drags him back into his seat. 

“Look, we are not calling you old, but you are.” Rhodey informs him, and Tony clutches his heart. “What we are trying to call you, is our hero.” 

“awwwww!” 

“Peter you’re ruining the moment.” 

Top!Dan/Dom!Dan (2) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: July 2nd, 2017

part one

Blissed Out - philskoolkatz

Summary: Smut, top!Dan.

Chasing Tomorrow - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Something major was bound to change in their lives, it was just that neither Dan nor Phil could have guessed that it would be something so significant.

Daddy - quietlyposts

Summary: Featuring emerging daddy kink and top!Dan.

Darling I’m Back, and You’ll Be On Yours Too - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: After being away for four months on tour, Dan couldn’t be happier to be back home with his boyfriend.

Dressing In The Dark (ao3) - phansparent

Summary: It’s Dan’s birthday, and he wants a quickie with Phil while his birthday party is going on in the lounge.

Drunk In Love - phangirlingforphan

Summary: Dan drinks a little too much wine when filming his Internet Support Group video and one thing leads to another… Smut, fluff and drunk, needy Dan Howell ensue.

Hearts On Fire, Tonight - uhm-phanfics

Summary: All day Dan had been flirting with everyone, and I mean everyone. We were currently on the way back home from a meeting at Youtube, in which I spent my time glaring at the back of Dan’s head. Who does he think he is? He’s mine. Nobody else’s.

Lipstick Stains (ao3) - phansparent

Summary: Phil knows how to turn Dan on even when he looks like a clown who tried to put on his makeup during an earthquake. Dan has to punish him for being naughty.

My Little Thief - congratullamas

Summary: Phil knows he shouldn’t have done it, but for the reaction he gets for his oh-so cute and innocent Dan, he’d happily steal again.

Not That Sub You Idiot - thesortinghatputmeinphandom

Summary: Phil overhears a conversation (at a party or something) that Dan was having and hears him say “I really prefer subs” and assumes he meant in bed (in reality he was talking about anime) and feels bad about always being dom, even though it was mainly because he thought Dan liked it that way too. The next time they go have sex Phil acts all submissive and confusion ensues.

No Time For Breakfast - kimboxes

Summary: Dan loves to sleep in, especially if Phil is present in his bed pressed against his side, snoring softly and peacefully.

Rabu Hoteru (ao3) - bukkake_howell

Summary: In which Dan and Phil stay at a love hotel whilst in Japan.

Raw Footage - analester

Summary: Dan and Phil film themselves having sex.

Sometimes Slow Is Good - agent-fire

Summary: Very slightly tipsy gentle/slow smut in which they’re both very tired but still want to do it.

Still Me That Makes You Sweat - theaterkidlester

Summary: Phil’s parents are away and his older boyfriend, Dan, takes his virginity.

That’s What You Get - versacephan

Summary: Phil loves cock. He can never get enough of it. Especially if it’s his boyfriend’s dick, Dan. So when Dan went to go see his family, leaving Phil all alone, Phil doesn’t wait for Dan and he ends up getting down to business by himself. That is, until Dan arrives.

Say You Love Me.Pt1.joe sugg.

The sound of laughter echoed throughout the flat as I witnessed my grown friends film a YouTube video. My iPhone became more interesting by the minute though. My manager , Stacy, texting me all the tour dates I would attend with my friend Conor Maynard. He and I sing, we’re kinda good. We would be opening for the vamps tour 2017. To say I’m excited is an understatement.

It was late when I decided to leave, my apartment being in the same complex. I had my own filming to do plus I didn’t want to be sat around joe anymore. Everything was set up by 9, quickly I fixed my makeup and hair before starting the music. The keys to drive by Miley Cyrus began.

Feeling very passionate about the song and as it explained how I felt it wasn’t hard to pick. I posted the video straight away although it would take half hour to post. I added a sassy comment in the description before linking my socials before I checked my phone.

‘New cover in 30. I love the song hope you guys do too’.

I received a bunch of retweets and replies back. Some standing out more than others. Not in the mood to reply I ignored them and began playing music off my tv.

'So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans’ I sang along with ed, spinning and dancing around my flat.

'Oh you can fit me inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen’ a voice shouted/sang loudly behind me causing me to jump. I span around to stare at my best friend of 12 years Emily. She stood almost crying of laughter at my reaction.

“EMMMM LEE” I shouted rather loudly, I’m sure the boys would’ve heard it from their flat. Jumping onto my great friend both of us laughing as she fell to the floor. We haven’t seen each other as she’s been in our hometown visiting her parents for the past 2 months.

'Em’ this time I spoke quietly before the tears began.

'Oh no baby what’s up’ she quelled, hugging me as we sat on the couch.

My head moved towards my ceiling, hoping the tears would go away. But they stayed consistent. She used her fingers to wipe a few away before just hugging me until I finished crying.

'Umm’ my voice shook. I didn’t want to explain. 'I umm slept with joe’.

Her expressions were confused and I understood why.

'That’s good though right? I thought you liked him’ her head slated as she asked.

'We were drunk’ I scoff after the shirt sentence.'I listened as he walked out at 5 in the morning. He thought I was asleep’.

'Oh no baby’ she hugged me.

'It gets worse’ she looked confused again. 'He had um left his bank card’ she nodded ’ I woke up again at 9 to Caspar knocking my door asking for it back. He claimed I had taken joes by accident’.

'Wow. How stupid do they think you are’ she stated obviously pissed off at the situation.

'Obviously very stupid’ I spoke softly my head held low.

'You should’ve called me (y/n/n), I would’ve some home early’ I shrugged.

'Anyway’ I wiped my wet cheeks ’ how was home?’.

~


'I’m so damn excited for this party’ em squealed as she checked her outfit in the mirror.

'Yeah me too’ I lied. I was definitely not excited.

It was December 1st. Meaning Zoe’s and Alfie’s annual early Christmas party, more like gathering really. She had done a secret santa this year for everyone, I ended up getting josh. My ginger haired friend was brought a new hair comb, new microphone for filming as he broke his two weeks ago and didn’t have enough money to replace it and some perfume.

Emily had gotten joe, so she had simply brought him a new ‭phone‬ case which contained holders for bank cards. Sarcastic as fuck.

We had left our hotel room around six thirty pm, the zalfie house only down the road. Jack and Mikey waited patiently for half hour for us to get ready in the lobby. Hey we’re also sharing a room but a few floors below us.

'Hello babe’ jack hugged me as Emily greeted mike.

'Hey jacky’ I kissed his cheek before pulling away, I was possibly closest to him now me and joe are no longer friends.

'Coy, (y/n/n) you look amazing’ Mikey spoke loudly, like usual before hugging me tightly.

'So do you lp’.

It really did take two minutes to get to zalfies. Everyone else already there and waiting for us.

'Alright then guys. Now everyone is here’ Zoe jokingly gave me,em,jack and Mikey a glare before continuing ’ were gonna begin with secret santa’ she squealed 'everyone circle’ she shouted this time.

Everyone followed her commands after we recovered from laughing. I sat crisscrossed between jack and Emily, directly across from joe, Casper and josh. Our presents rested in the middle of the circle. Each of us would get our bags, one at a time, and guess who they were from.

Tanya had started first, she giggled at most of her presents, I recognised most as I helped jack buy them. We had brought her a few of lipsticks and eye shadow palette from her own make up range and a pair of beautiful burgundy high heels in her size as I had remembered her complaining she had none. She had guessed Zoe or Emily had brought them before asking me before realising it was Jack.

Jim was next and Casper was his secret santa, getting him those mouth things.
Conor was jacks, he had brought jack a bunch of fake piercings.
Josh was caspers and brought him a pair of primark daps in a horrid colour.


~

A hour, it took us a hour to simply open some presents. I had received a beautiful blue necklace from Mikey and some makeup items that Zoe and Tanya helped him buy. We were now playing a game of truth or dare, I know. It was Alfie’s idea so please don’t judge.

Zoe had to do jims makeup. Conor and josh had to kiss, wasn’t done though, they complained like baby’s. Mikey and Emily kissed. Caspar had to go next door naked. Joe had to allow Jack to tweet off his ‭phone. Now Alfie was asking me.

’(Y/n/n) truth or dare?’ He asked with a smirk, I already knew I was done for.

'Truth’ he moaned at me before continuing.

'Lame. Whatever fine. Uhh have you ever had a one night stand with anyone here’ my eyes quickly shot to EM before looking towards joe who was staring at me.

'Yeah’ I simply shrugged. Everyone began going insane, asking me who, when and how.

'Oh my fucking god spill the tea’ Zoe spoke quickly, wanting to know all.

'It doesn’t really matter, we were both drunk and he left before I even woke up, so it meant nothing. Really’ everyone kinda looked sympathetic towards me. Joe and Casper sat awkwardly.

'Was it my brother? Cause I know how close you two are’ Conor stated, moving his finger back and fore me and jack.

We chuckled before Jack stated 'nah, even though he’s here the guy is a piece of shit’. I looked towards him with confusion, he didn’t even know who it was.

So I’m back. And I know this is kinda crappy but it’ll get better. Request part 2. NOT PROOF READ.

No Control

Originally posted by minyonngi

“The problem is,” he said as he leans in, “If I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

Summary: Moving across the country.. can’t be too bad right? WRONG! After losing your parents in a horrible incident you had no choice but to move with your uncle in Korea. You knew no one besides your uncle and didn’t know you way around but that all changes when your uncle hires that one boy… the boy with the bad attitude….

SWEARING INVOLVED WARNING~ 

(Kind of a smut not really.? idk)

Previous Parts:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 

Don’t worry everyone Part 13 just arrived~ 

Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

Masterlist

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Drink after drink, question after question things were starting to get personal and intense.

Everyone was already in their buzzing feelings after drinking shot after shot.

“Y/N Truth or Dare?” Jungkook asks you and you looked at him.

“Mmmm Dare…”

“I dare you to kiss Jimin,”

You glanced at Jimin who was staring at you and you slowly got up and slowly walked your way to Jimin.

To be honest you were so busy feeling buzzed out you totally forgot about Yoongi being the same area as you…

As you approached Jimin, his cheeks were flushed and he just continued to stare at you surprised that you didn’t bother to even deny Jungkook’s request.

You cupped Jimin cheek and with the liquor courage you pulled Jimin into a kiss and your lips finally touched

You two moved you lips in sync. That kiss; hard, but soft; fiery but cool; it was different compared to Yoongi..

You two pulled away and you began to hear the boys holler in the back. You looked over at Yoongi and before you could react or anything, you immediately see him get up from his spot and storm off…

You looked at the boys and without thinking twice, you went off to chase after Yoongi.

~

“Yoongi! Wait up!” You shouted as you tried to get his attention but he continued to walk without even looking back.

“Yoongi!”

“Just leave me alone,” Yoongi hisses finally answering you and even though you were a bit intoxicated, you ran up to Yoongi and at last as soon as you caught up, you stopped him by grabbing his hand.

He stops and freezes still looking at the opposite direction of you.

“Yoongi… Why are you so mad?”

“Really?”

“What?”

Yoongi slowly turns his way to your direction and he looks at you.

“Are you really asking me why am I so mad? Are you fucking serious right now?” Yoongi says looking straight in your eyes full of anger and rage.

You were always the type to talk back regardless but when you see someone angry you would cool it down and not be so ruff… But because you did drink and you had alcohol in your system, you didn’t stop yourself from talking back.

“Yes you clearly see me fucking asking don’t you!”

“Are you stupid or are you just acting stupid!”

At this point you two were shouting at each other face to face.

“Yoongi just fucking tell me why are you mad? It’s not like you’re my boyfriend anyways!”

You can tell Yoongi was extremely mad at this point but you didn’t understand why he was even mad at you. 

“I know I’m not your boyfriend!”

“then what!”

Instead of Yoongi yelling back at you… He walks over to you and cups your face right away. Before you could even think what was happening, Yoongi smashes his lips on yours. 

You wanted to push him away because for some reason you were just so mad… But as you two had your lips connected… you melted into the kiss and you felt like you were lost in your own world. Your lips were moving in sync and your heart was racing faster and faster.

He pulls away and looks at you in the eyes.

“Because I like you too much…. And I don’t want you to see you with anyone but me….”

You were caught by surprise by his words.

“Then what are you going to do about this?”

Again without saying another word, Yoongi looks around and smashes his lips against yours again. But this time he was pushing you back till you felt yourself lean against a tree and now yoongi was in front of you with his lips on yours having a heated make out session.

You two were both intoxicated and didn’t care about what consequence you had to deal with the next day… The moment was now… and it just felt so right.

You traveled your hands up to his hair and began to tug it as the make out session began to get heated.

You’ve kissed boys before the past… But nothing compared to this…

You two had your tongues have it’s own little dance through the kiss and the kiss felt itself getting more and more intense…

The kiss was like a drug. You couldn’t get enough of it…

Yoongi pulled away but instead of looking at you, he slowly kissed down your chin and slowly made his way down your collarbone catching you by surprise but making you bit your lip.

Next thing you know Yoongi slowly made his way to your neck and you just couldn’t stop him… His lips were irresistible.. He slowly kissed on your neck giving small pecks and then stops by picking a spot that was actually your weak spot and slowly sucking on your skin.

You closed your eyes and threw your back in pleasure and you gently placed you hand on yoongi head holding your moan.. 

“Y/N? Yoongi?”

Yoongi pulls away and your eyes widen as you looked at the direction you heard the voice. You see Jin standing there with a flashlight pointing right at two of you causing you to blush and feel totally embarrassed… Jin just caught the two of you.. 

“What are you guys doing?” Jin asks still point at the light at the two of you and you looked at the two of them and smiled.

“I better go back…”

Jin just smiled at you as you walked off and away guilty as hell

~

You opened your eyes and you slowly sat up. But as you sat up you felt your head throbbing like crazy. It felt like there was someone in your damn forehead playing the damn drums. Who’s smart idea was to drink last night?

You felt sick to your stomach and you felt just terrible. 

You looked next to you and you see Yoongi passed out cold. You pulled out your phone from the bag next to you and just as you looked at the time your eyes widen. It was 10… Did everyone sleep in from their hangover yesterday? 

You shrugged and turned on the camera on your phone to look at how puffy your eyes were. But as you did that, something caught your attention.

What’s on your neck?

You looked down at your neck and your eyes widen. What is that?

Is that a hickey?! 

Where did that come from? You continued to look at it and stroke the mystery hickey on your neck.. 

You put your phone down and instead of staring at the mystery hickey on your neck, you decided to get cleaned up since today you were going back to your uncle..

You slowly and quietly made your way out of the tent and as soon as you stepped out you began to see Namjoon with sunglasses folding his tent and Taehyung collecting the cans and bottles that were left on the ground from last night.

“Morning boys,” You said yawning as you approached a random rock and sat down.

“How did you wake up?” Namjoon asks looking at you an you sighed.

“How much did we drink last night?”

“I have no idea…”

“Too much if I found Hoseok passed out outside his tent.

“What?” you said surprised looking at Taehyung and he just nods.

Wow you guys went all out last night… If everyone was drunk last night… Who were you suppose to ask about the hickey? great…

“Was there anyone sober?”

“Just Jin, he didn’t drink much to drive us all back home.”

Maybe Jin knows what happened..

“Where is Jin?”

“Probably in the woods somewhere.”

~

“We what!?”

“You don’t remember kissing Jimin last night?”

“How did that happen!”

“We were all playing truth or dare and then Jungkook dared you to kiss Jimin, you got up kissing Jimin and Yoongi stormed off.”

“And then?”

“Then you followed him and I was going to let you two have your space but it was night and you two were both intoxicated, so me being the mother of the group I went to look for the two of you and…”

Jin stays quiet and you continued to stare at him.

“And what?”

“Well…”

“Jin!”

“Okay! I saw you guys making out kind of… And yeah you guys stopped as soon as I caught the two of you.”

That’s where you must of gotten the hickey… That’s awkward… Yoongi wasn’t going to remember… and was it worth telling him?

“Wow… I’m never drinking again.” you said as you held your forehead and Jin smiles.

“Well we better continue cleaning up and head home.”

You sighed and followed Jin back to the boys. 

~

After all the boys have all officially woken up , you all cleaned up even put the tents back to how they originally came. Yoongi tried speaking to you but after finding out what happened last night… You felt weird.. and kind of started to distance yourself…

You all began to stuff items one by one into the car and as soon as you were packed up and ready to go home you all got piled in the car. 

You didn’t want to sit next to Yoongi but that’s who you ended up sitting next to anyways…

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“no why?”

“Your so distance this morning..”

“Just tired,” you lied looking out the window and Yoongi sighs and looks forward. 

Truth was…. You two might of made a mistake and your trying your best to hide the hickey..

The car ride went on and on and you all were pretty dead at first. Most of you were sleeping in the car and you were dead. But then eventually out of the blue, you all began to gain energy and all started to play random car games like little kids. 

“I spy something with my little eyes blue!” Taehyung says excitedly and you giggled.

“Let me guess Jin’s shirt?”

“CHEATER!”

“how do you even cheat in this game!”

“Calm down children,” Yoongi says to you and Taehyung and you just laughed. 

It was Yoongi’s turn to point out an object.

“I spy something..” just as Yoongi was about to say something he stops smiling and looks at your neck.

“Is that a hickey?”

Shit

~

To Be Continued.

“The Man From The Past” - Derek Luh Fanfic (PART 22)

PART 21

‘You go, guys, we’ll be there in a minute.’ Derek said to Delany and Ian as we got out of the car and stood in front of the club which we were celebrating in tonight. 

He was holding my hand and then I turned to him confused as to why we didn’t go along with them. He stood there looking at me and smiling lightly. 

‘What’s up?’ I chuckled a little. 

‘Nothing, I feel like I didn’t even wish you properly a “happy birthday”.’ He said. ‘I just wanted to say that I love you so so much, you mean a world to me and you know that. There’s no one more important in my life than you, okay? You need to know that, I want you to know that. I don’t ever wanna lose you because if I lose you, I lose myself too. You’re my happiness, my whole world, my brighter tomorrow, my love and my everything. You bring out the best of me, I’m better me when I’m with you, you make me want to be a better man. You’re all I need and you’ll always be, y/n. Only you, no one else. I know you’re the one, I can feel that everytime I kiss you or touch you. You’re made for me. God created you for me and I’ll never be able to thank Him enough. And by all this, I just wanna say happy birthday, baby. You’re the best.’ 

‘This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I love you so much.’ I said wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. 

‘And there’s one more thing actually..I’ve got something for you.’ He said taking something from his pocket. A small box. 

Oh, no. God, please no. Please, no. 

My heart was about to jump out of my chest when I saw a box he was holding in his hands. My hands were already covering my mouth and my eyes were widen. Honestly, I was so scared that he was going to propose to me. 

‘Oh my God, Deek..’

‘Relax, baby,’ He said. ‘I’m not gonna propose to you.’ He laughed and I let out a deep breath in relief. 

‘Thank God, I already thought- oh my God..’

‘But,’ He said. ‘This is a ring. A promise ring.’ He said opening the box and revealing a beautiful silver ring. 

It was a silver ring with a white pearl in the middle. It was gorgeous. Too simple, but too beautiful.

‘And by this, I want to promise you that I’ll always be here for you and with you. I’m here to stay. I promise.’ He said smiling, taking my hand in his and putting a ring on my ring finger. I was literally speechless and shocked by all of this. 

‘Oh my God…’ I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I couldn’t hold them back anymore. ‘This is so beautiful, thank you so much, but I also want you to know that, I don’t need presents nor anything of material stuff, I just need you with me, here by my side and I’m the happiest girl on earth.’ I said holding his cheeks between my hands. 

‘I know, baby, I know.’ He siad quietly. ‘C’mon, don’t cry. Your makeup is perfect.’ He said and I chuckled a little and brought my lips to his again. 

Je t'aime tellement mon amour (I love you so much my love)’ I said looking at his lips. 

He smiled and said ‘I understood only ‘je t’aime’, I’ve no idea what the rest of the words you just said mean, but I love you too so much.’ He said making both of us chuckle. 

God, I must be the luckiest girl on the earth to deserve a man like Derek is. 

… 

‘Baby!!’ Bella yelled when she saw me spreading her arms and running to me. ‘Happy birthday to the most beautiful, most amazing sister in the whole world!’ She said. 

‘Thank you so much, Bells. I love you.’ I said and she kissed my cheek. 

‘I just wanted to-’ She started talking, but she stopped when she saw the ring on my finger. ‘WHAT?! Oh my God, y/n! Are you-?!’ 

‘No, Bells’ I laughed. ‘I’m not getting married, but the ring is from Derek tho.’ I said. 

‘It’s beautiful!’ She exclaimed holding my hand and looking at the ring. ‘Delany, you must see this!’ Bella yelled motioning with her hand to Delany to come. 

‘What is it??’ And soon her reaction was the same as Bella’s. 

I turned my head to Derek who was with my brother and a couple of friends by the bar while they were looking at the ring and smiled to him rolling my eyes. 

… 

It was already around 2:30 a.m. and we were having a great time. Everyone was dancing, singing, drinking, laughing, it was basically one of the best nights of my life. 

Bella was hammered as well as Delany. Ian was also quite drunk and I was just a little bit, but Derek didn’t wanna drink at all. 

Currently, I was dancing in the crowd of people with Delany and Bella when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. Thinking it was Derek I wrapped them tighter around me and grinded myself against their crotch. 

‘You look so hot, baby. How about we take this to my place?’ A male voice which wasn’t Derek’s whispered in my ear. I immeadiately turned around and backed away.

‘Uh, I’m sorry, I thought you were my boyfriend.’ I said, 

‘Baby, I’m not your boyfriend, but he doesn’t need to know about this, right?’ The guy said putting his hand my cheek and bringing himself closer to me. 

‘What are you doing? I just said I have a boyfriend. Stop.’ I said removing his hand from my cheek and that’s when Derek appeared. 

‘Yo, is there a problem? Don’t fucking  touch my girl, man. Do you want me to fucking punch you here in front of everybody? Do you want me to make a scene here?’ Derek asked getting in its guys’ face. I took Derek’s arm pulling him back to me to calm him down.

‘Derek? Is that you?’ The guy asked and then started to laugh. ‘Man I haven’t seen you in 2-3 years. Would you really punch your good old friend?’ He asked Derek. 

‘Whatthe fuck are you talking about?’ Derek asked through his teeth. ‘Shut your fucking mouth or I’ll do it for you.’ 

‘C’mon, don’t act like that, don’t you remember how I always used to give you discount on-’

‘Shut the fuck up.’ Derek said cutting him off and then turning to me. ‘Let’s go from here.’ He said pulling me by hand and getting me out of the crowd. 

‘Derek, who was that?’ I asked. 

‘I don’t know. I’ve never seen him in my life.’ 

‘But he seemed to know you. What’s going on?’ I asked. ‘And what discount is he talking about?’ 

‘I don’t know, he must’ve thought that I was someone else.’ 

‘Are you lying to me?’ I asked. 

‘No, baby, I’m not lying to you. I don’t know who the guy was. He’s drunk off his ass, he has no idea what he is talking about. Please, just drop this, okay?’ Derek said, but I stayed quiet. ‘C’mon, baby.’ He said putting my hair behind my ear. ‘Let’s get out of here, I’ve got one more surprise for you.’ 

‘What is it?’ I asked.

‘You’ll see when we get there. C’mon, let’s go.’ He said taking my hand in his and leading us out of the club.

PART 23

anonymous asked:

can you do an otbs headcanon or fanfic of the guys finding out that the mc and tsumugu are dating/engaged ??

Getting Caught

Want another otbs story like this? I wrote one for Akiyoshi here.

MC x Tsumugu

Tsumugu couldn’t take it any longer.

It was bad enough that Natsumi was oblivious to the guys constant ulterior motives, but it was worse that all he could do was watch at the office. Sighing to himself for the nth time that day, he walked over to Natsumi’s desk and asked her to the roof.

“What is it Tsumugu?” She asked honestly.

And that was her worst fault. The way she was so honest, so caring, drove him into a corner. How could he compete with that? Sighing, again, he reached out and pulled her in, “I just don’t like it when all the guys are hittin’ on ya.” He said, resting his forehead against hers and letting his Kansai dialect slip out . 

She blushed shyly before looping her arms around his back, “I’m sorry. It’s not like I’m flirting with them or anything.” She said in her defense. He knew that. He knew that she was head over heels for him, but it still irritated him. After a few kisses they went back to the office for a meeting with the team.

Sitting down opposite from each other, Akiyoshi began discussion details of new articles for the team to tackle. He assigned everyone a topic and ended the meeting swiftly, giving everyone some time to take a short break just before they had to start back up again on work. A glint appeared in the guys eyes as they set them on Natsumi, who was utterly oblivious. ‘I swear she’s doin’ this to me on purp’se.’ Tsumugu thought while watching the scene unfold.

“Natsumi what gives?” Minato asked. She only looked at him confused before he pressed on, “How come you don’t come out for drinks after work anymore?” 

She only laughed and waved him off, but he and everyone else pestered her to the point where she couldn’t give out a solid response. Tsumugu saw the hot water she was in, but bailing her out at this point with something stupid would draw attention to them more. How could he just blurt out “It’s because she’s engaged to me you idiots!” He thought about it before speaking up, “Natsumi how about we all go out tonight?” He asked, hoping she would get the hint.

And she did, faking to check her calendar and nodding in approval. 

That night, when they were all out at the bar, Tsumugu drank enough hoping he would fall asleep, but in actually didn’t. “Would ya all shut yer traps?” He asked in annoyance as everyone looked over confused. Natsumi’s face went pale as he continued to slur in his Kansai dialect. 

“Why is he talking like that?” Shusei asked.

“I-it’s probably because hes drunk!” Natsumi tried to cover up as she stood besides Tsumugu, but it was to late.

“And stop hittin’ on my woman.” He said, before resting his head on the bar counter and pulling Natsumi close.

“T-tsumugu!?” She yelped in fear of whats to come.

“What?” All the guys asked in unison to the sight before them. There was a drunken Tsumugu, the usually so polite and posh man, hugging a girl he claimed to be his woman and her being no other than Natsumi while speaking in a Kansai dialect. 

“What is this? Tsumugu have you been hiding something from all of us?” Chiaki asked. Trying to avoid their eyes, Natsumi turned away and tried to drag Tsumugu out of the bar but he kept rambling on.

“This here is my woman….all you looney bins best be keppin’ yer traps shut nd’…stop flirtin’ with her all the damn time!” He yelled as Natsumi finally managed to pull him out of the bar. She heard the muffled voices of her team, mainly talking about the shocking news.

Walking home, the cold night air did wonders of sobering Tsumugu up and she knew the office tomorrow morning would be hell. 


Hahahah *sweat drop* this came out badly. Probs gonna go back in and change it.

Special (Calum Hood) pt. 7

enjoy, loves! request part 8 xx part 8 part 9 part 10

Originally posted by justafangirl0908

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

Pairing - bestfriend!Calum/reader

Requested? yes :)

Word Count - 1.8K

Summary - y/n deserved the best, yet she kept letting herself settle for less. was it finally her time to learn from her mistakes? to finally find happiness?

Warnings - drama w Nia Lovelis, swearing, smoking mention, alcohol mention, content may be triggering overall

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Calum noticed you straight away, looking over his right shoulder at you as you followed him and Nia who hung on his arm into the hallway. His eyebrows furrowed, “Y/n?” Nia looked over her left shoulder at you once she heard Calum’s voice. They both swiftly turned to face you as they walked backwards at an angle, Calum disconnecting their arms. “We’re just going to smoke. Coming?”

You didn’t know what you were doing, but you hummed in response anyway. Calum shrugged and turned back around with Nia, shoving his hands in his front pockets as usual.

What were you doing?

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After Midnight- Part 1

Author’s Note: Alright so, this is my first time posting anything like this! I’ve written a bunch more parts to this already and I’m really happy with how it turned out and it is completed! If you want me to post more let me know! Basically it’s a Badboy! Michael Au. Don’t be too harsh since it’s the first fic I’ve ever posted. I felt like Michael needs more writing about him because there isn’t enough and it’s kind of a shame. Also let’s be honest bad boy Michael is hot as fuck.   Anyways let me know what you think! More to come soon :)

Word Count:4.7k

Rating: G for now, but it will get smutty in the future.

It had been months since I’d last seen him. Months since he broke my heart  and I was finally starting to move on. He had been my first everything, my first real boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time, my first love. He had this way about him, that just made you fall in love, no matter how much you didn’t want to. Maybe it was the tattoos, the piercings and colorful hair? Maybe it was the way he looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, or the way he looked when he smiled and the sound of his laugh? Maybe it was the fact that he came across as the most self confident asshole you could meet, until you got to know him and you realized he was simply a shy, sweet, lovable, kitten. Maybe it was how he could go from joking about balls and dicks one second to talking about what he thought the meaning of life was and revealing his deepest fears and his darkest secrets? It was a combination of all of those things that made me fall in love.

                             We met each other one Friday night at a party in high school. Everyone was either drunk or high, people were making out and grinding every which way you looked. I was never really the partying sort, but my best friend dragged me out with her that night, although after ten minutes she disappeared and left me on my own. “Great”, I thought to myself, “the one person I know here just left me and she’s my ride. So now I have to wait for god knows how long until she’s finished doing whatever the hell she thought was so important that she couldn’t miss out on. I started walking around exploring the house that was in the midst of being trashed, trying to find somewhere that the stench of weed wasn’t as overwhelming, because I already thought I was going to be sick. I wandered down a flight of stairs curious as to what I might find. When I reached the bottom, I found myself in a finished basement with the lights turned all the way down. There was a group of kids sitting in a circle, playing what appeared to be a very drunk game of spin the bottle. “Seriously?” I thought, “What are we? In middle school?” I rolled my eyes in disgust and turned in a different direction. There was a door placed to the left of the staircase, so I thought why not check it out? All I found there was a bathtub full of ice and alcohol. Not finding anything that interested me I headed back up the stairs. It’s not that I’d never had alcohol or been drunk, but when I was I preferred to do so in my own home. I’d had enough of this, so I decided to go outside on the back porch and look at the stars. I took a seat on the step and looked up. The sky truly was beautiful that night, the stars seemed brighter than I’d ever noticed and the moon was full. All those people inside, too wasted to appreciate it. That was one of my pet peeves, nobody every stops to admire the little things. I’d been outside staring up at the sky for what felt like ages, I looked down at my phone and it was just a little past midnight. I looked back up the sky, ‘oh well, at least it’s a nice night.’ I thought. I was snapped out of my daydream like state of mind when I heard the sliding glass door open. I didn’t bother turning around, it was probably just another drunk idiot looking for more beer. After a moment I felt the porch getting shakier from the heavy feet making their way towards me. A boy sat down next to me, wearing black ripped up skinny jeans, combat boots, and a leather jacket. His hair was dyed bright red and he had an eyebrow piercing in his right eyebrow. His eyes were bright green, the brightest green I’d ever seen. His tongue dipped out of his cherry red lips and swiped across them before he spoke.

“Beer?” He asked me offering me his.

“No thanks.” I said looking back up at the sky.

“What are you doing?” He asked laughing with a cocky tone. “You seem a bit too sober to be here right now?”

“The sky looks extra beautiful tonight, I think. It’s a shame no one appreciates it.”

“Are you high?” He chuckled in a low tone.

“No, I am aggressively sober right now.”

“Then why are you here?”

“My best friend is an idiot and needed me to come so I can drive her drunk ass home later.”

“Sure you don’t want some?” He asked again nodding towards the beer in his hand.

“Did you not just hear me? I have to drive later. No thanks, I’m good.” I said looking straight into the darkness in front of us. I could see he nodded slightly, out of the corner of my eye. He set the bottle down on the step in front of us and looked up at the sky.

“You’re right, the sky does look nice tonight. I’m Michael, by the way.”

“Y/N. Why are you even out here? The party is inside.”

“I noticed you sitting out here an hour ago, and you were still here when I walked back by. I wanted to make sure you weren’t like, dead or something.”

“Well, I’m not, so you can go back to whatever it is you really want to be doing.”

“I am doing what I want.” It was silent for a few minutes, the dull swirl of music coming from inside the house, not making the tension any less awkward. Why was he even still sitting here? “So, what should I know about you?” He asked taking a sip of his drink.

“Why would you want to know anything?”

“Let me guess, and tell me how many of these things I’m right about. You’re a straight A student, never smoked, never drank, never had sex, never snuck out, never broken the rules?” He asked smirking raising his pierced brow.

“What makes you assume any of that?”

“You’re at a gigantic party on a Friday night, and instead of drinking or smoking or making out with a stranger, you’re sitting outside looking at the sky. Plus I’ve seen you around and I know what you’re all about. You are the ultimate good girl.” I rolled my eyes, what an ass.

“I’m sorry is there a point to this conversation? Because I don’t see one.”

“The point is, Princess, I would really love to be the one to corrupt you.” Why the hell was I so attracted to this idiot?

“Again, I’ll pass.” He laughed again. “What exactly is so funny?”

“You, Princess. I’m gonna make you fall in love with me.”

“Sorry. ‘Self absorbed asshole’ isn’t really my type.”

“I’m insulted, Princess” He scoffed in a sarcastic tone.

“Do you even go to my school? Because I’ve never ever seen you before.”

“I’m definitely enrolled there. I just make a point to never go to class, I’ve got more important things to do.”

“Like what? Getting drunk and taking advantage of girls?”

“Though I do love drinking, I save that for my evenings. I’m too busy with my band to give a shit about school. I don’t take advantage of anybody. Any girl that I’ve been with has come onto me. That’s why I like you, you’re playing hard to get, and I like a challenge.”

“When you say playing, that implies that this is some kind of game to you, so don’t waste your time because you’ll lose.” I said getting up and heading back inside. I faintly heard him respond as I walked away.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, when I want something, I get it.” I rolled my eyes as I slid the glass closed behind me and went to search for my friend. When I found her she was laughing her ass off and almost too drunk to move. It was definitely time to go. I hoisted her up and started dragging her out to our car. I drove her home and tucked her into bed. Her parents were gone for the weekend so I stayed with her. I had the privilege of sleeping on her floor, as I laid there, not about to get any sort of a good night’s sleep, due to the combination of my best friend throwing up, the hard floor, and my mind being unable to stop thinking about him. I wanted to know what his deal was? Why did I never notice him before? How long had he noticed me for? “Hey? Are you still awake?” I asked after her throwing up stopped for ten minutes.

“Yeah”

“Do you know a guy named Michael? Red hair? Eyebrow piercing.”

“Oh yeah I know him, he’s bad news.” She yawned.

“Why do you say that?” I never got an answer. Monday morning at school I wondered if I’d see him. Probably not, he said he never came to school. Why would he show up on a Monday morning? I didn’t even want to be here and my life was studying and getting good grades. I was busy putting my books in my locker and organizing myself for the day when someone leaned up against the locker next to mine. I saw the black combat boots and I was shocked, to say the least.

“Morning Princess.” He said tapping me on the shoulder, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

“Oh, so you do go here? Wow, and no alcohol in your bloodstream but you’re still a cocky prick.”

“Baby I don’t like the assumptions, they aren’t fair.”

“They aren’t assumptions when they’re facts.”

“Oh and what made you decide that was a fact?”

“Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve had sex with any girl at this school you could get your hands on and that you walk around with that stupid smile plastered on your face all the time, or that you think you can call me baby and princess.” I said shutting my locker and walking away from him, but he followed me.

“Go out with me Friday night.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I know you’re dying to have a little fun, and I sort of fascinate you.”

“I can think of about a million other things I’d rather do on a Friday night than spend it with you.”

“One date. That’s all I’m asking for.”

“Again, no thanks.”

“What can I do to get you to say yes?”

“Nothing. Excuse me, I have a class to go to.” I said pushing past him and going to my history class, taking a seat in the back, since it was the only place left. Usually I sat up front, but since he held me up on my way to class I lost my spot. I guess it didn’t matter we were watching a movie. Then he strolled in.

“Mr. Clifford, nice of you to join us for once.” Said my teacher in a snarky tone. What the fuck? Is he in this class? I guess I wouldn’t know if he never shows up, and that same cocky smirk appeared on his lips as he took a seat next to me, and there was no where I could move.

“Princess, I’m actually in class for you. The least you could do is go out with me, just give me two hours on Friday night, I promise you won’t regret it.” He whispered scooting closer to my chair. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, pulling my skirt down, for some reason feeling extremely vulnerable.

“No talking.” Said the monotone voice of my teacher from the front of the room.

“What part of ‘not interested’ do you not understand?” I whispered back.

“The ‘not’ part.” He whispered back laughing. “C’mon, one date. If you still hate me afterwards I’ll stop bugging you.”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll pick you up at 9.” He said winking at me.  9? I mean I get that it’s a Friday night but 9? Whatever it’s one Friday night I’m giving up. I didn’t see him for the rest of the school week. How did he even know where to pick me up? We hadn’t talked since Monday, but I wasn’t gonna be mad if he didn’t show up. All Friday afternoon I couldn’t decide how I wanted to dress. I didn’t know whether I should dress myself up as pretty as I could, just to make him mad that he can’t have me or if I shouldn’t try at all. I settled on a baby blue dress that was the perfect mix between casual and pretty. To my surprise a car pulled into my driveway at nine on the dot. I was planning on just going outside to meet him but he beat me to my front door, and rang the door bell. I opened it to find him standing there holding a bouquet of flowers and I was a bit thrown off. “I uhm, I got you these.” He said handing them to me. For once he didn’t have a cocky air about him and I was completely confused.

“Oh, uhm, thank you?” I said not really sure how to respond.

“You ready to go?”

“One second, let me get my jacket.” I put the flowers down on my kitchen counter and went to grab my jacket out of the closet. He stood waiting on my front step, and I was just trying to understand who this person was. What happened to the guy I met at the party and the guy on Monday morning? This has to be an act and I’m not going to fall for it. He looked the same, black skinny jeans, combat boots and that damn leather jacket, with what looked like a black button up underneath. Was that his attempt at dressing nicely? He even went as far as opening my car door for me. “So what exactly are we doing, and why did we have to wait until 9?”

“You’ll see.” He said smirking as he back out of my driveway. There he was, the guy I met last weekend. We drove for a while and then all at once he pulled over onto the side of the road and parked. I looked at him completely confused for about the tenth time in the past half hour.

“Why’d you stop?”

“We’re here.” He said casually, while unbuckling his seat belt and getting out. I wasn’t really sure if getting out of the car was a good idea, what the fuck did he have planned? He opened the trunk of his car and started pulling things out. I unbuckled my seat belt, still unsure about what to do. I opened my door and got out cautiously, at least I had pepper spray in my purse if I needed it. I noticed he had a guitar case slung over his shoulder and a blanket and picnic basket in one hand. I looked at him, still completely dumbfounded. He smirked, although it didn’t seem cocky this time, it just seemed genuine.

“So what? Is this where you take me into the middle of nowhere and murder me?” I teased

“C’mon.” He said shaking his head and holding out his empty hand. I reluctantly took it and we started walking into a giant field, but we didn’t stop like I thought we would. Instead we started walking into a wooded area and now I wasn’t so sure about this.

“Where are we going? Cause I’m not really into this whole walking in the woods in the darkness thing.”

“We’re almost there.” After another five minutes we were near a clearing, and a little further ahead I saw what looked like a train, sitting there.

“What are we doing here?” He didn’t answer me, all he did was keep pulling me towards the train. “Michael I am not breaking and entering into this train.”

“Relax, it’s been broken down for years, it doesn’t get used, I come here all the time.”

“All the time as in, you bring girls here all the time? What is this, where you take girls to fuck them? I have news for you, that’s not gonna happen. I’m not gonna be another one of your sexual conquests. That’s just not going to happen. so if that’s what you think you can take me home right now.”

“That’s not what I think. And no I don’t bring girls here. I come here by myself. I like to write songs out here and think. You’re the first girl I’ve brought here, I thought you would like it.”

“And why would I like this?”

“Because it’s outside, and you like being outside, you like looking at the stars, and this is the best place I know to do that.” He said pulling open the car door and stepping up inside setting everything down before helping me up. Now I understood, the ceiling was missing and you could see all the stars perfectly. He shut the door and started setting up whatever he had in the basket. I could see he’d already pretty much made it his own, a few band posters hung up on the walls, there were pillows, some empty beer bottles, battery powered fairy lights hung up around the top, and there were countless other items he’d collected over I didn’t know how much time. I sat down on the blanket he set down, against a few of the pillows and stretched my legs out crossing them. He sat down next to me pulling out a bottle of sparkling water and two glasses. See here he was confusing me again. If I would have guessed I would have said he’d bring like, wine, or beer, or something that contained alcohol.

“Okay, I’m so confused by you.”

“Why? What’s confusing?”

“Because sometimes you’re an ass, but you keep doing sort of decent things, and I guess I don’t really get it. Who are you? Like are you actually a jerk or is that some front you put on? Do you mean anything you say? Or is the whole bad-ass thing an act? Or are you actually a jerk who just wants to get in my pants?”

“I’m not a jerk that just wants to get in your pants. I know it seems like I have a reputation but it’s not what it sounds like. I’m not a bad guy.”

“So then what’s with the way you act when other people are around? What’s with the stupid “I’m a bad-ass thing” you do?”

“If people think you’re a dick they don’t mess with you. If they think I’m trouble it just means I don’t have to deal with expectations and no one bothers me. I’m free to do what I want.”

“Then how come last weekend you were all, “I wanna corrupt you” I said mocking him.

“Oh I meant that. I might not be an asshole, but I like breaking rules. I want you to let loose and have fun for once in your life.”

“You don’t know my life, partying and breaking rules doesn’t automatically equal fun.”

“I know that you maintain straight A’s, your parents expect a lot from you, and you spend a lot of your free time studying. You’re under a lot of pressure. I know you never get to have any fun, and breaking rules and partying is the best way to have fun.”

“And that’s where we disagree. I don’t find waking up with a bitch of a hangover fun. I don’t like being out of control of myself. That’s when bad stuff happens.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you. “

“It’s true. And when you’re fucked up you don’t appreciate the little stuff.”

“I think you can. When I’m stoned everything is a million times more amazing.”

“But that’s not real, and then everything in reality just seems mediocre.”

“Have you ever even been high before though?” He asked raising an eyebrow at me.

“No and I don’t plan on it. I don’t want the appreciation I have for all the beauty in the world to be tainted by messing with the chemicals in my brain.”

“See that’s another thing I like about you, you know what you think about things. You’re the first girl I’ve met in a while that isn’t afraid of disagreeing with me.”

“No point in pretending I think you’re right when you aren’t.” I shrugged.

“What else do I need to know about you?”

“You seem to think you have me all figured out. So what do I need to know about you? And how do you even know all of that?”

“You know your neighbor across the street? Calum? He’s like my best friend and he plays bass in my band. What do you wanna know?”

It was silent for a minute and then I just had to ask, “Why’d you bring a guitar? and to be honest, I don’t really know him. I’ve seen him a couple times, but I didn’t even know his name. I know his sister better, and we’ve spoken like 5 times since they moved here.”

“Ah, well” He said reaching for the case and opening it. “Personally, I don’t think there is anything more romantic than an acoustic guitar.”

“I still don’t get it, what’s your angle here?”

“My angle? There is no angle. I just want you to like me.”

“Why? Why is how I feel about you important? It shouldn’t damage your ego that much if I don’t like you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Even though you’ve never noticed me, I’ve had a thing for you, for a long time. I think you are really interesting, and beautiful and smart, you’re sorta perfect.” He said scratching the back of his head and looking up at me shyly.

“You’re wrong about that, I’m not perfect. Nobody is perfect. Perfect isn’t real. I hate the word perfect.” I said biting my lip and looking up at the stars. “Play me something?”  He started picking and strumming and it took me a moment to recognize what it was he was playing. He was playing ‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out’ by The Smiths. I couldn’t say I wasn’t impressed, it was one of my favorite songs. “How’d you know?”

“Know what?”

“That, that’s one of my favorite songs?”

“See now I know you’re perfect. That is my all time favorite song.”

“Why because it’s tragic?”

“No because it’s about loving someone so much that you realize life isn’t even worth living without them, and if you died with them, you could die happy. Tragedy isn’t beautiful, it’s fucking awful, and this world is full of it. I like it because the point is, sometimes you meet someone who even in the darkest of times makes it a little brighter and you can feel confident in knowing even when you’re feeling your worst, and you think there isn’t anything good left, you know in the back of your mind that there’s always a bright place in the darkness.” This was a side of him that I really, really liked. One that was thoughtful and deep. One that was real and vulnerable. I know you can’t catch feelings, but I’d caught them.

“Well, for the record, I don’t hate you. So if that was your goal you’ve achieved it.” The same genuine smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as he put his guitar down. I was about to ask him about his band when my phone rang. It was my Dad and he wanted me home. “Hi- I told you I- okay- alright- be there as soon as I can- yes she has to drive me home, she picked me up- okay- okay- bye”

“What was that about? She?”

“My Dad, he wants me home. I’m sorry, but we’ve gotta go, otherwise I’m dead. I maybe sort of lied and told my parents I was going out with a girlfriend tonight.”

“The good girl lied? I’m impressed. I’m corrupting you already aren’t I? Why did you though? And seriously it’s only 11? Do you have to be home right now?”

“I had to lie. They’d never let me go out if they knew I was with you. Just take me home please?”

“What’s that suppose to mean? I’ll take you home, only if you promise you’ll go out with me again?”

“It means they would take one look at you and freak. You know what? Okay.”

“Why would they freak out?”

“Well, let’s start with the fact that you have bright red hair, you have tattoos on your fingers, you have an eyebrow pierced, you wear a leather jacket. You sort of scream I’m gonna ruin your daughter’s life.” I laughed. “To them anyways.”

“Oh yeah? And to you?”

“I’ll let you know. I haven’t decided yet.” As he drove me home, I felt something I’d never felt. Maybe he really wasn’t the jerk everyone made him out to be? When we pulled into the driveway, I wasn’t sure what to do. Do I kiss him? Do I not? “So uhm, I guess I’ll see you? Thanks for tonight.” I said getting out and heading towards my front door.

“Wait a second.” He said getting out behind me and catching up to me and taking my hand, looking down into my eyes. “I uhm, I had a really great time tonight.” He said moving a strand of hair away from my face. He was about to kiss me wasn’t he? When his lips reached mine I felt my stomach erupting with butterflies, this kiss was electric. He had no idea it was my first kiss ever, and it was one to remember, in such a good way. When he pulled away the genuine smile was once again taking over his expression, as I gently bit the inside of my bottom lip. “So I’ll call you.” He said winking and walking away. I rolled my eyes smiling to myself, as I went inside. When I walked inside my Dad was sitting at the kitchen table reading the news paper.

“How was your night? Besides being late for curfew? Which by the way means you’re grounded for the rest of the weekend.” He said not even glancing up from his paper.

“I’m sorry I’m late, really. We were just talking and I lost track of time. It won’t happen again. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”  I headed up the stairs into my bedroom and I looked out my window across the street at the Hood’s house. If they were best friends and I’d never really noticed either one of them. I guess it was due to the fact that my nose was always buried in a book, or I was too busy doing homework to notice anything around me. I’m terrible in that way, it’s true. My parents have me essentially only focused on school and my grades and getting into a good college. I wasn’t even allowed to have a job because they wanted me to be studying. It did get tiring, trying to be the ‘perfect daughter’, and the ‘perfect student.’ I hated the word perfect and that’s who Michael thought I was, he thought I was perfect and that’s not what I want. I don’t want people to think I’m perfect, nobody is. I just have to keep it together, I don’t have another choice. I also don’t have anything to complain about, my parents want what’s best for me and they give me everything. There are kids out there who don’t have that kind of support. I don’t want to be ungrateful, and I just want to make them proud. After tonight, however I was truly reconsidering my life choices. He made me feel alive, and I didn’t feel like I had to be anything but myself with him. It was something I’d never felt before.

Feeding

Originally posted by segredosdevampiro

Damon X Reader.

Reader feeds with Damon after becoming a vampire. This is part two to Turning. I just liked the idea so much I felt it needed another part. Hope you liked it and thank you much for reading! :) 

Warnings:None


It’s been months since I turned and I’m oddly okay. Thanks to Damon I have not killed anyone which is amazing. My main problem is braking things but I have not broken anything a two weeks which is wonderful. Mainly what has helped with the hunger is training. If I thought I was a good hunter before I’m the best now.

I slowed my morning run when I got to Damon’s house. I may live here but I still see it as his home. Walking threw the door I pulled the headphones out of my ears and wrapped them around my neck.

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drunk!yuuri at his own wedding reception
  • yuuri: *one drink* there are so many people here and everyone's looking at me where's victor???!! oh he's right there, thank god
  • yuuri: *seven drinks* woooo dance-off!!! *strips*
  • yuuri: *twelve drinks* did you guys know i married victor??? THE victor nikiforov??? ohmigod i love him sooo much, you should all meet him, he's my coach!
  • everyone: yuuri, we were all there. we all know him.
  • yuuri: oh yeah right well anyway do you SEE how beautiful he is??? Much prettier than a katsudon, i'm glad i didn't marry a katsudon, i doubt that's legal, but i like vic-
  • yurio: kill me
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—Neymar Imagine: New Years in Rio (First Impressions) Pt. 13—

It had been a few months since I moved to Barcelona with Neymar. Coach Luis ended up giving me the job as the team chiropractor, which I loved every second of. Getting to know each of the players individually was humbling. They were all so unique, and there was never a dull moment between us. They were like my second family.

Initially, I was worried that living and working with Neymar would be too much for us, but it wasn’t. There was something beautiful developing between us. An argument was rare, and if we did argue, we were having makeup sex five minutes later. We couldn’t stay mad at each other, and we definitely couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

“I have a friendly with the national team in Brazil not this Thursday but next,” he said while brushing his teeth.

“Really?” I asked, walking into the bathroom with him. “Are you excited to go back home?”

He rinsed his mouth. “I am,” he said, “But I won’t be in São Paulo, and I’ll be training the full week I’m there, so it’s mostly work.”

“I’m sure you’ll get to see everyone though,” I said, grabbing my makeup bag.

“Well that’s what I wanted to talk to you about…”

I stopped what I was doing and my eyes met his in the bathroom mirror. “My family is coming here tomorrow through Wednesday then I’ll be flying back with them to Brazil.”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “When you say your family, who exactly does that entail?” I asked nervously.

“My mãe, my pai, Rafa, and Davi,” he answered, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt myself becoming hot, really hot. I met Rafa briefly the first night I met him, but this would be the first time I met his entire family. I was about to have an anxiety attack just thinking about it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” I replied, wiping my face with a cold, wet towel.

“Are you sure?” he laughed.

“Just a little nervous. That’s all.”

“Don’t be. They’re excited to meet you.”

His words were reassuring, but it didn’t change anything. Of course I wanted to meet his family. It had been almost three months we were together, but I knew how close he was to them and their disapproval would be devastating.

He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. He planted a soft kiss on my neck. “Stop worrying.”

I closed my eyes in response. Him comforting me was exactly what I needed. I could feel myself relaxing.

“Also… you’re coming back to Brazil with us,” he added, letting go of me.

I glared at him through the bathroom mirror then turned around to him. I didn’t understand how he managed to make all these plans without my knowledge.

“Does Coach know?” I asked.

“It’s taken care of!” he said kissing me on my nose.

I let out a loud sigh and continued getting dressed. When we were done, we left for Camp Nou. He had a game that evening and we needed to be there an hour and a half early for practice.

It was a good game. Good qualified as a win for the team and no injuries for Neymar. Great games qualified as the same, but included Neymar scoring a goal. Unfortunately he didn’t get any points on the board, but a win was a win.

“Are you two coming with us?” Marc asked as we walked off the pitch towards the locker room.

“Who is us and where are we going?” I asked.

“The team is going out to celebrate the win since we don’t have training tomorrow,” he answered, removing his shirt. “You two should come.”

“I think we’ll pass,” Neymar answered.

“Such a lame old married couple,” Dani teased, eavesdropping on the conversation.

Neymar went to reply, but I cut him off. “We should go babe,” I said, bumping my arm into his.

“My family is coming in tomorrow. I don’t want to be out all night.”

“We don’t have to stay out late,” I clarified.

“If you want to go out so bad, go!” he snapped, removing his shirt.

I wanted to be angry at his response, but his body distracted me. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he answered, walking towards the showers.

When he was done showering, we walked to his car and headed home. He didn’t say a word to me for the entire ride. When we got home, he opened the door and went straight to the bedroom, so I followed him. He stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs and crawled into the bed, covering himself with the comforter.

I blamed his Brazilian origin on his temper. “Are you going to ignore me the rest of the night?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything in return, so I crawled in the bed and snuggled up next to him. He peeled my arms off of him.

“Did I do something?” I asked, confused by his attitude.

He still didn’t respond, so I got up and went to the bathroom to change for bed. When I came back in the room, he was already out. I grabbed a blanket that was hanging over the chair in our bedroom and went to the sofa to sleep.

I tossed and turned for what seemed like forever. We never went to bed mad at each other, so I couldn’t sleep. Around 2:00am I heard him shuffling around.

“There you are,” he said, sitting next to me on the sofa.

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It just wasn’t a good night for me, and I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have. Please come back to bed with me.”

I sat up on the sofa. “You really hurt my feelings,” I complained.

“I know,” he said. “And I’m sorry.”

I stood up from the sofa and he stood up with me, hugging me tightly.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again.

I grabbed the blanket and started walking back to the bedroom and he followed me. We got into the bed and he pulled me into him, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning we woke up in a much better mood. I fixed us breakfast and cleaned up around the house before his family arrived. I could feel myself getting more and more anxious waiting for their arrival.

I had on some skinny jeans and a floral top with a gold colored cardigan that extended to my knees. I wore gold pumps and accessories. My makeup was light and my hair fell in waves at my shoulders. It was the first time in a long time I had actually put an effort into my appearance.

“Getting nervous?” he asked, smiling at me.

I was cleaning the kitchen counter. “Is it noticeable?”

“A little,” he laughed.

I went to respond and the doorbell rang. I looked over at him, my eyes wide. He smiled excitedly then ran to the door to open it.

“Papai!” Davi called, running into Neymar’s arms.

I wanted to cry. It was so emotional seeing Neymar with his son. He talked about him all the time and Skyped him as often as he could. It killed me that he had to spend so much time away from him.

He hugged him tightly and kissed him all over his face. “I’ve missed you!”

Neymar’s parents walked in hauling their luggage. Rafa followed. I walked up to all three of them offering my help, but they ignored it, setting their luggage on the floor.

Nadine grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into her, kissing me on both my cheeks. “So nice to finally meet you,” she said, smiling cheekily.

“Yes! We’ve heard so much about you,” Neymar’s dad added, leaning in to kiss both cheeks.

Rafa kissed me as well. “Good to see you again.”

I felt a rush of panic come over me. I was horrified that her last memory of me was from New Years.

Once everyone greeted one another, we went to the sitting room.

“So how has it been living with Juninho?” Neymar Sr. asked, sitting on one of the chairs.

“Amazing,” I replied.

“How so?” his mom followed up, sitting next to her husband.

“He’s so much fun. It’s like living with my best friend. It just works. And he’s been so helpful and accommodating since I’ve been here. I couldn’t be more thankful for him.”

I looked over to Neymar and he smiled. He was sitting on the sofa across from me with Davi who was playing on his phone.

“Davi, this is namorada do papai (daddy’s girlfriend),” Neymar said, introducing us.

Everyone’s attention turned to Davi. He looked up from the phone and at me then looked back down at the phone. “Namorada do papai?” he repeated.

Neymar laughed. “Do you want to say hi to her?” he asked him.

“Sure papai,” Davi said excitedly. He jumped off of Neymar’s lap and ran over to me.

He was so distracted with everything going on, I don’t think he even noticed me until Neymar said something. I picked him up off the floor and hugged him. He hugged me back tightly.

“Hey namorada do papai,” Davi said to me.

It made me laugh. He was the cutest little thing. “How was the plane ride Davi?”

“Long! What’s this?” he asked, pointing to my necklace.

“This is my necklace,” I said, pulling it from my neck to show to him. “My mamãe gave it to me.”

“Your mamãe?” he asked.

“Yep!”

Davi and I continued our conversation, and everyone else started talking amongst themselves. He warmed up to me quickly. I would glance over at Neymar occasionally and catch him staring at us. When Davi got bored, he climbed off my lap and went back with his dad.

 I refocused my attention on his parents and Rafa. As the conversation progressed, I relaxed. They were all so warm and inviting. They made me feel comfortable around them, like I was part of the family.

After getting a feel for each other, everyone went to their rooms to unload their luggage.

“Care if I join you?” I asked Rafa, following her to her room.

“Sure. I’d love the company,” she said, dragging her bags behind her.

When we got to her room, she lied her suitcase down and unzipped it.

I hesitated before I said anything because I wasn’t sure how I wanted to say it. “I want to apologize,” I finally said.

“For what?” she asked, looking up at me.

“New Years Eve,” I responded. “I’m so embarrassed!”

She laughed. “Are you serious? Embarrassed about what? We were all a little drunk that night. You do not need to apologize.”

“Well, I just don’t want you to think that’s who I am because it’s not,” I said, trying to salvage what little dignity I had left.

“You make my brother happy, and that makes me happy. He’s head over heels for you. You don’t owe me an apology or an explanation. He talks very highly of you, and that’s enough for me.”

“Well that means a lot to me,” I responded.

She smiled at me then continued putting away her clothes. “My mom and I prayed for him to find a good girl, and I think he’s found that with you,” she said.

“That’s so sweet!”

“My family loves you y/n,” she said looking up at me again. “We’re protective when it comes to each other, but aside from that we are the most laidback family you will ever meet.”

“I’ve realized that,” I said, walking towards the door. “I’ll let you finish unpacking. I just wanted to apologize.”

“No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong,” she replied. 

I smiled and walked out of her room and back to the sitting area where Neymar was playing with Davi. When he saw me, he set Davi on the couch and walked over to me. He was so occupied with Neymar’s phone he didn’t even notice Neymar left him.

“So…” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “Wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be right?”

“Not at all,” I said grinning.

“I told you,” he laughed.

“It’s still overwhelming to meet someone’s family Ney!”

He leaned down and kissed me. “I think Davi likes you,” he whispered across my lips.

“Mm,” I moaned, my eyes still closed. “Me too.”

He leaned down to kiss me, his tongue colliding against mine. My hands flew to his hair, and I pulled him into me.

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To all of you who requested 13, here it is! Thanks for all the support. Words cannot express how much I love you! 14 is in the making! 👏👏

Happy birthday, Dean!!!

Warnings: None, just pure fluff
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 924

I’m tagging @kaylas-obsessions , @letsgetoutalive  , @spnfanficpond , @thebunkerismyhome and @deandoesthingstome 

“Shhh. Be quiet you idiots! You might wake him up.” You whisper-yelled angrily at the group of men behind you. You looked back, glaring, immediately making them quit their whole conversation. You smiled glad that it worked -being scary is a part of being a woman. You leaned more to the door to Dean’s room, straining your ears to hear anything. Nothing - he was still asleep. You sighed in relief and looked at the men, who were all waiting for your further commands.

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