he looks like he should be in a boy band

Good Girl Ch 28: Birthday Pt 3

I can’t help but laugh at the sight of my dear Sehun in a cute pink apron. He pouts cutely at me, “Baby, stop laughing and get over here so I can put yours on.” Doing my best not to laugh I join him on the other side of the counter of a beautiful bakery we took over. On our way in we passed all the delicious looking cakes and other desserts that Sehun scolded me for trying to eat.

Set out on the counter is a premade cake all ready for us to decorate, different colored frosting, candies that look like jewels and many other things. Sehun hands me a knife with a warning look, “Don’t get hurt and don’t tell Kyungsoo hyung that I let you use a knife or I’ll spank you.”

My response is out of nowhere and surprisingly automatic, “Is that a promise?”

“Watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He dips his finger in one of the bowls of frosting and pokes my nose.

“Daddy,” I whine.

He chuckles, leaning in close he licks it off with a satisfied smirk.

“So what have all of you guys been doing today?” I wonder as I try and smooth the frosting out.

“Business stuff.”

I nod, knowing that is the best I’m going to get, “Speaking of business stuff, I heard about what’s going to happen this summer. Are you excited to follow your brothers around?”

He scoffs, “It’s freaking ridiculous. I swear to god the only reason they decided to do it, is because they were jealous that we would get you while they were at work.”

“I wonder what you guys will do with me.” I’ve never been left in the house by myself before, they barely leave me alone in a room. There is always someone right next to me, I frown at the idea of being alone again.

“You will be coming with us without a doubt. We already discussed renovating the empty floor below their offices into a place for you to hang out while we are working.”

“Good to know I have nothing to worry about. I never thought I would say those words,” I chuckle. “I’m liking this situation more than I thought I would.”

“Situation?” I can tell he’s offended. “Is that what you think this is?”

I stop what I’m doing to meet his glare. “This,” I gesture to the both of us, “is a relationship. I love you, all of you. But when I first got here, it was a situation, don’t you try to tell me it wasn’t. We were still trying to figure out how we all felt about each other. And the main situation I’m talking about is the whole daddy thing. I never thought I would do something like this but I love it.”


I nod, “I didn’t really enjoy the possessiveness and all the rules but after awhile I began to see it as love. No one except for Jihyo ever really took care of me so I didn’t really think I could do it but now I’m all for taking a step back and letting someone else drive.”

“So you are really happy here with us?”

I click my tongue at him, “Of course, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

He comes closer and kisses me softly. “I love you too.”

We spend our hour decorating the very ugly cake in too much frosting, candy pearls and multi colored sprinkles. Our laughs are probably heard by passers by and the people who live above the little shop. When Kai comes in I’m sitting on the counter while Sehun is cleaning my face. Like me, he can’t help but laugh at Sehun in an apron and covered in frosting from the food fight we had.

“Don’t make fun of my Sehunnie!” I defend my dongseang by pulling him into a tight hug.

He chuckles in my embrace, returning the hug and kissing my softly, “Noona, you’re so cute when you’re protective.”

“Okay lover boy, she’s mine now,” Kai pouts. Sehun rolls his eyes before pecking my lips and lifting me off the counter. Kai help me with my jacket and leads me out of the shop. “Looks like you had fun,” He teases wiping away some frosting that got on to my neck.

“I did, I’ve been having a lot of fun today. What are we going to be doing?” I ask as we walk aimlessly down a busy street, Kai’s are is around me.

“Well since you weren’t able to find a dress for tonight when you were with Kris, we talked about it and decided to let you window shop instead of us just giving you options.”

“I would accept any dress you guys gave me.”

He cocks his head at me and gives me one of his signature grins, “Really? Even that baby doll one I picked out for you? Kris said you hated it.”

“That was you who picked it out? I was guessing Luhan or Soo.”

“There is a street of shops up here, if you want to go inside any of them just tell me.” I nod. We wander into random stores that seem like they would have what we’re looking for but in every store we come up empty. Yes, we find pretty dresses that we like but nothing that is good enough in Kai’s eyes for me. After walking out of the fifth store we continue along for about ten minutes until I see the perfect dress on a mannequin in on of the windows. I point it out to him and without question he leads me strait into the store and up to the counter. “We want that one in a size 3.”

The woman behind the counter seems to recognize him and bows quickly before rushing off to find the dress in my size. I raise a brow at him, “I didn’t know you guys were so famous.”

“Infamous fits us better. We have some bars and restaurants around here so we are pretty well known.”

The woman comes back in the dress in hand and it’s absolutely amazing. I can tell from the smile on Kai’s face he likes it too. It is a modern, toned down version of the dressed he had picked out for me at the dress store. It’s a nice ivory, with lots of lace and an open back. I thank her, she leads me to the dressing room to try it on.

“Even if you decide you don’t want it for dinner you are getting that dress for me,” Kai teases from the other side of the dressing room door. Since the shop is open to the public he thought it would be better for me to change myself. I love it even more when I have it on, it ends mid thigh, and reveals a small amount of my chest threw the lace. “Baby, give me one second, the shop owner wants to talk to me about something.”

“Okay!” I look at myself for a few more minutes feeling very narcissistic for doing so. I remember seeing a pair of shoes that would go great with it and decide to go find them. The shop isn’t very busy, there is group of boys just coming in but I’m too short to be seen amongst the clothing racks. I find the pair of golden heels I’m looking for and begin searching for either Kai or a worker to help me get my size down from the high shelf.

“Can I help you with something Beautiful?” I turn around to find a strangely attractive man with a jaw that could cut threw glass.

“I’m just looking for my boyfriend,” I answer calmly, my alarms don’t ring so I don’t feel threatened, not to mention Kai is most likely within screaming distance and my other daddies are somewhere near by.

“Boyfriend?” He clicks his tongue, “What a shame.” His eyes rake over me, “You look very familiar, have we met?”

I’m debating if he’s still hitting on me or being serious when a familiar voice calls my name, “Miss. Jooyoung!” Junhoe comes over to me with a group of boys trailing behind him.

“Junhoe!” I give him a small bow, sighing when he returns with a full 90 degree one.

“Miss. Jooyoung?” The sharp jawed man questions a bit breathless.

Junhoe nods, “This is the girl Hyungnim tells us about.”

The man is on his knees bowing in an instant, “I’m so sorry, please don’t tell Hyungnim, he will kill me. No, he’ll do worse than kill me! Please don’t tell him!”

“It’s fine,” I say trying to get the man to stand up.

“Hyung, stop your fucking crying,” Another boy steps up and gets the man from the ground.

“I don’t want to die!”

“You are not going to die, at least not because of Jiyong oppa, my boyfriend on the other hand looks like he is about to rip your head off.” I finally see Kai in a full black suit and he looks really good but he does not look one bit happy.

“Tell Jiyong hyung that if he wants to see our Jooyoung he can come himself instead of sending his fucking foot soldiers, I would respect him more,” Kai growls as he pulls me away from the group of boys.

Foot soldiers, huh?

They don’t look very intimidating, maybe it’s because Kai is here glaring down at them. A smaller one, he doesn’t look more than a few inches taller than me, and the one who picked up his friend from the floor are the only ones who don’t look like they about to cry. The more I look at them, the more I think of my friends, are they my daddies foot soldiers, at least some of them? These boys don’t look much older than me but looks can be deciving, especially the little one.

The mean one steps forward, “Our boss doesn’t know we are here, we are off the clock,” From the way he talks I’m guess he’s the leader of the band of boys.

“What a coincidence that we run into you and Seunghyun in one day?” Kai’s glare doesn’t falter.

“Oppa,” I say sternly, earning all of their attention. “It was an accident. Junhoe looked genially surprised to see me.”

“You know them?”

“Only Junhoe, he’s a waiter at Jiyong oppa’s restaurant.”

Kai sighs, “I’m sorry, I just feel like Jiyong hyung might be a little bitter that we took you on his day with you.”

“He is bitter but he plans to make up for it this weekend,” The boy explains coldly.

“You should smile more,” I say flatly.

His eyes flicker to me but another boy answers me, “Our boss has been really irritable today because he won’t see you for awhile and he’s been taking it out on our hyung. Once our boss calms down, he’ll relax.”

I nod in understanding, “Sorry if he’s being a pain. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Could I send a picture of you in that dress to him?” The small one asks already pulling out his phone.

“Hell no,” Kai snaps.

“Oppa, it will only take a minute,” I snap back firmly. I eye him up for a minute, wondering if he will pull out the daddy card and say I’m breaking a rule or something but instead he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

“Fine, I’m going to pay for that dress, did you want any shoes?”

I nod and point to the box on the high shelf that he easily reaches, “Anything else?”

“You should get that suit. You look really handsome,” I give him a small smile hoping it will make up for the time we are missing. He tries not to blush but fails, quickly turning away. “Okay, go ahead and take the picture. I have to get back to my oppa.”

The small man comes forward and takes a picture of me smiling, he bows, “Thank you.”

“I hope it helps, I gotta go, will I be seeing you guys this weekend?”

Junhoe nods, “We are the boss’s guards this weekend with his head of security, Youngbae Hyungnim.” I nod as if I understand who he is talking about, thanking him silently for adding another name for me to learn. We say our goodbyes and I go to join Kai by the register.

“I swear that man is stalking you,” He says without looking my way.

“I’m sorry, I seem to attract trouble.”

“It’s not your fault, we are the ones who put you in the situation to meet him. You just need to stop being so amazing and drawing all of these bad guys in.”

“Lucky for me I have a thing for bad boys,” I tease as I give him a back hug.

“And bad boys have a thing for sweet girls like you.”

“It makes me laugh how all the bad boys want to protect me from other bad boys.”

He chuckles, “You are either the luckiest girl in the world or unluckiest.”

“If being unlucky got me where I am, I’m just fine with that, I don’t want to be anywhere else right now.”

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, kissing the top of my head, “My baby is so sweet.”

“Oh little one,” Xiumin’s sweet voice calls out. I’m taken away from Kai’s embrace and pulled into Xiumin’s. “I’ve been so worried about you,” The older man coos.

“Minnie,” Luhan whines, “I want to see her!”

“You guys fight like children,” Kai scoffs at his hyungs, only earning himself a few smacks to the head. I’m dragged back to the dressing room where the dress is gently pulled off of me and am dressed in work out shorts and a t-shirt. Xiumin pulls out a pair of sweatpants to where over the shorts until we get to where ever we are going. Kai is gone by the time we come back out. They each hold one of my hands in theirs as we walk down the street, I feel as if they are closer than they need to be but I’m enjoying the warmth.

“I hope you are ready to have some fun,” Luhan beams at me.

I laugh at their childish cuteness, “What are we going to be doing that has you guys so excited?” A dirty thought passes threw my head and I stop in my tracks once we enter some tall building. They look back at me concerned. I don’t know if my naughty thoughts are right but can’t help it when my body starts to tingle at the thought. Of course I’ve thought about sleeping with more than one of them at a time but the idea just seemed too deviant for me to suggest myself. I didn’t think it would be them to suggest it though, I’ve always thought it would be Baekhyun and Chanyeol or Kai and Sehun. Definitely situations I would not mind but still the two oldest have always been very selfish when it comes to my time with them, for them to agree to this something must be up.

“What’s wrong little one?” Xiumin questions.

“Are you not feeling well?”

I want to uses the right words to not make it sound so perverted but end up saying, “I don’t think an hour is enough time for us three to have sex.” They look from me to each other before busting out laughing, my face flushes at my own words.

“We were not planning on having sex but it seems to be on your mind,” Luhan manages to say threw his laughing.

“We were going to play a game of soccer but if you really want we can head up to an empty room for a quickie. I’m not a fan of sharing but if you really want,” Xiumin teases.

“No, no, soccer is fine,” I mumble as they continue pulling me along with a pout on my face.

The oldest clicks his tongue at me, “Who would have thought that our baby would have such a dirty mind?”

“It’s good to know Baek and Yeolie can go on with their plan,” Luhan glances back at me with a smirk on his face.

“Their plan?” I whimper.

“They have been wanting to have threesome with you for awhile now. They hardly stop talking about it when you’re not there. But they were afraid it would be too much for you since you are still our innocent baby.”

We walk down a few flights of stairs until they open a door to an indoor soccer field. I let go of their hands to run out on to the field just for the hell of it. It’s been forever since I actually ran and even after ten minutes of me just running I don’t really want to stop. But I’m not given much of an option, Luhan takes it upon himself to tackle me to the ground, rolling us over so he takes the impact.

“Are you having fun baby?” He says rolling over once more so he’s on top of me. My chest is heaving and my heart is racing, he looks about the same as me, already exhausted from such a sort run.

“I haven’t ran in forever, it feels so good to be in the open.”

“You are really fast for being so small,” Xiumin plops down next to us in the same condition as us.

“Were you chasing me?” I hadn’t noticed them at all, I was way too focused on the free feeling in my body.

“You were lost in your own head like usual,” Lulu chuckles kissing me shortly.

“So soccer?” I question once Luhan rolls off me and I sit up.

“Have you ever played?”

I shake my head, “I’m not very coordinated so I stayed away from sports but I really want to try if it’s with you guys.”

“We’ll go easy on you,” Xiumin pats my head.

chibilenalee25  asked:

I support the headcanon that it is normal for demons to be like that, more for the way of acting on the blood moon dance, but I also support the idea that Tom does not want to be like his father and other demons, Tom just wants to be like people of other dimensions, you can make a fanfic where Tom interacts for the first time with beings that are not demons, and is there where he begins to want affection and Interested in Boys band and that kind of thing in secret?

Of course I can!!!!!! I’m not sure I did exactly what you were asking of though. This is like the first time Marco sees it, I’m sorry if it’s wrong I still hope you like it! I think it’s really good and I think you may enjoy it!


Tom and Marco sat on the couch and laughed at the stupid horror movie that was playing. “I can’t believe humans watch this stupid stuff.” Tom joked, nudging Marco. The human laughed and he smiled at Tom.

“I guess it’s just fun to watch with your friends.” He shrugged. Tom stopped laughing and began to look uncomfortable. He jumped to defense, and pretended these negative feelings were anger as always.

“We aren’t friends. Demons don’t make friends.” Tom muttered, looking away. Marco rolled his eyes and went back to watching the movie. But he paused it when his mother walked into the room with her purse.

“Bye Marco! Your father and I are going on our date now.” She smiled. Marco gave a thumbs up and she came over to her son, giving him a hug and kiss. When Marco said goodbye he noticed Tom was looking at him very oddly.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Is something special happening?” Tom asked. Marco was now the one who was confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Why did she kiss you like that? And hug you?” Tom asked. “Was something special going on? Did something important happen?” He asked. Marco tilted his head, this was very odd.

“N-no, she was just saying goodbye.”

“Is she leaving forever?” Tom asked. Marco fell back.

“Tom, no.” He finished. He then laughed a bit at Tom’s confusion. “She was just giving me a hug like parents do, don’t your parents hug you?” He asked, meaning it to be a joke. But when Tom was silent for a while Marco’s face fell.

“Is that something parents do?” He asked. Marco nodded.

“K-kind of…” He trailed off, not really knowing what to say. Tom didn’t know what to make of this either, so he did the only thing he knew how to do and jumped to anger. Tom threw a pillow at Marco and scoffed.

“Leave it to humans to show unnecessary displays of affection.” He rolled his eyes. “God, you guys are all so stupid.” He laughed like what he was saying was really funny, but the laugh didn’t really sound sincere. Marco laughed lightly as well, but this was also forced. “Marco, wasting your time with stuff like this.” He laughed. “Do you take ten hours to cuddle and shit too?” Tom asked. Marco rubbed the back of his hand and smiled a bit.

“I don’t know… don’t you enjoy it when people, express how much they love you?” Marco asked. He could have sworn Tom’s face fell and became sad, but only for a fraction of a second. Then he laughed cruelly and rolled his eyes at Marco.

“What idiot wastes their time telling stuff like that?” He asked. “Nobody has ever said they loved me!… ever…” Tom stopped for a second but then got back into it. “And that’s good too, because why would you waste your breath with such a meaningless sentence.” He scoffed. Marco then nodded, letting Tom have this.

“You’re right.” He assured. “It’s weird for that to happen and stuff, you’re totally right.” Marco assured him. Tom grinned and the two went back to watching the movie. But Marco was having a hard time focusing. Her kept looking over at Tom who was now giving hint he assumed he should have caught onto before. When their hands would accidentally touch. Tom’s eyes would widen and he would watch the contact with a look that was totally lost. Like it was something weird and new he had no clue what it meant.

“Do you like the other demons? Like, what they do and stuff?” Marco asked, out of nowhere. Tom gave a weird looked and shrugged.

“That’s a dumb question but… I mean… I guess…” Tom seemed at a loss for words. “Just, as long as I don’t tell them the stuff I’m interested in. They’d think boy bands are stupid.” Tom explained. “And also nobody liked me having pets… sometimes I tell them I have Marshmallow to feed to some giant snake and they laugh like it’s funny… but I would never do that.” Tom muttered this last part really quietly.

“Do you… ever want to live somewhere else? Like here or Mewni?” Marco asked. Tom looked at him oddly.

“What are you asking me to move in with you?” He asked. Marco blushed and laughed a little bit.

“No, no, I just… wanna get to know you is all.” Marco explained. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Buy me dinner first,” He mumbled.

The movie continued, but Marco couldn’t help but think about Tom. It was obvious he was starved for SOME sort of affection. Even if it wasn’t normal for demons, Tom wasn’t like regular demons. He was more human. He needed the same thing Marco needed. And he wanted to help Tom. Maybe if he had a little more love shown his way, he wouldn’t be so angry and blow up all the time.

“I gotta go.” Tom spoke, standing up. Before he could say anything else Marco shot up off of the couch and gave Tom a big hug. The demon froze and stiffened, standing there solid in place. He didn’t know what to say, or do about this. But Marco just held him tight and finally Tom wrapped his arms, shakily, around Marco’s waist.

Much too soon, Marco pulled away. “I’m glad you could come over!” He smiled. Tom blushed a bit and tucked his hair behind his ear.

“Y-yeah… I am too.”

Falling Slowly

30 Days of Phan Drabbles Day 10

Falling Slowly | The two shy boys in class are forced to do a project together, and a relationship is born. | Phan | Teen and Up | 896 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Prompt: High school au where they’re both sort of the shy kids in the class and get paired up for an assignment because they’re literally the only two without partners and then they become friends and then boyfriends

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A/N: this was requested by anon so enjoyyyy xxxx. this took me agessss to put together i hope y'all like it!! 

warning: lengthyy

request: Please could you do a Brad smut, maybe you have flown out to Australia from England for a week to join ur boyfriend Brad on tour and you are going to a show with him and you go with him to his massage and he is really hot and with you there it is even better! You keep teasing him throughout the night and wear a nice dress to the show, and things - then later on after the show you get back to the hotel and Brad finally gets what he wants - please could you make it quite long - thank you xxxxxxxx

you got a call a few weeks ago from james saying that you should surprise brad in australia since you’d be on break that week anyway. you were packing for the australia trip, you haven’t seen brad in about a month, which is less than normal but you dont get a lot of time to spend with each other normally. you made sure you had the main things in your purse : a passport, ID, makeup, phone charger, and a pack of gum. your flight was at 8pm and you would get to australia at around 3:30 PM there time.

you eventually made it to the airport where you pushed through the motions of getting your bags checked in, then through the process of checking your carry on until you finally made it on the plane. you fell asleep for a good 7 hours towards the middle of the flight, but you still had about 7 more hours to the flight. you tried to pass the time by watching movies but the time still dragged as it had been a really long flight. when they said you were landing, you had never been so excited to hear a flight attendant talk to you. you admired the pretty skyscape as the plane landed in sydney, australia.

you followed the line of people through customs, and then through baggage claim. Once you got your bags you headed towards the bathroom to freshen up; put your contacts in, put minimal makeup on, and brush through your hair. you decided to call james to let him know you’d be on your way soon.


“hey james, i just got to the airport ill be there in about an hour or so is that cool?”

“yeah thats fine, he has no idea by the way. text me when you’re close and ill wait outside so they dont give you trouble getting in”

“sounds good, see you in a bit”

“see you later, bye”

you called a taxi to get to the venue and put your luggage in the backseat, while you sat next to your luggage. it was a silent trip for the most part besides you telling him where the location was and paying him at the end. for some a ride like that might be quite awkward which you cant deny it was but you got through it by listening to music.

once you were within 5 minutes of the venue you texted james to wait for you outside. you handed the man the money and hoped out of the car when you saw james. james gave you a big hug, as you were pretty close with all the boys. “we’ll put your stuff in the van” he said walking with you into a parking lot where you saw their black van in which you but all of youre luggage in.

“so brad has no idea?” you said with excitement.

“nope he thinks i came out here to make a phone call” he snickered

“i cant wait to see his face when he sees me” you said still equally as excited.

“alright, relax”

we walked into the backstage area and they gave me a laminated pass to go backstage in their dressing room. brad mustve been in the bathroom because the rest of the boys were on the couch. you whispered asking where brad was and they pointed to the bathroom. you decided to just take a seat on the couch and see if he notices.

he emerged from the bathroom in only a pair of skinny jeans, which was giving you a feeling that was really inappropriate for the moment.

“hey guys— HOLY SHIT THIS IS A JOKE THIS ISNT REAL” he said as he laid his eyes on you.

“nope, this is real babe. i missed you so much” you said hugging him tightly.

“this is insane,are you watching the show tonight?” he said eagerly.

“wouldnt miss it for the world BUT i heard somebody has a scheduled massage in 10 minutes” you said putting your hands in his.

“oh shit, i forgot. do you want me to cancel?” he asked sweetly.

“nonono my baby wants a massage, youll get one. come on ill come with” you urged.

the two of you arrived to the room with the massage table, where soon there would be a professional massaging your boyfriend. most women would be uncomfortable with this, but you know its only a de-stresser for him. plus its an excuse to see him close to naked right before you and you’d never put that down. he stripped to his boxers and laid on the table as you stood in front of him holding his hands with your fingers intertwined.

“you know what ive missed bradley” you said in a very sensual voice.

“whats that baby” he said looking at you directly in the eyes.

“every part of you” you said running your hand up his arm.

“mmh is that so baby girl” he said running his hands underneath your loose sleeveless shirt that had low cut sleeves.

“absolutely” you said kissing him.

“i.missed.you.so.much” he said giving you a kiss farther on your neck with each word.

you were interrupted by the masseuse, causing you to take a seat on one of the chairs against the wall.

he had nothing but boxers on and the towel covering only his underwear clad bottom, and lets just say brad wasn’t the only one sexually frustrated at the moment. the way he flexed his shoulders with his back bent was just a hot sight to see in general. You sat there for the most part on your phone, making eye contact with him every so often.

sooner or later, after playing the game of who could tease each other the most the massage was done with. brad put his shirt on and his pants, and walked over to you and kissed you like never before. “i will get you back later for that little act baby girl” he whispered hotly in your ear. “i have no idea what you’re talking about” you said faking innocence. “oh you know exactly what im talking about, ill deal with it later though i have a soundcheck soon alright baby?” he said kissing you goodbye. “ill see you after the show, youll do amazing” you said as you held on to his face for a little while.

you headed back to your room or more like brads dressing room, and took a shower before getting ready for the concert tonight. you put on a dress for the show  it was short and black with a small slit in the middle of your chest with a halter top. you knew this dress was the perfect combination of conservative and teasing for bradley, also it was quite cute and you felt good in it. you slid yourself into a pair of flats and put some makeup on before going into the crowd before the concert.

when you got to the back of the crowded group of girls waiting for brad and the boys to perform when you felt a tap on your arm. it was a girl who looked maybe 14 and she had a vamps tshirt on and she was adorable. “are you, are you brads girlfriend?” she asked trying to figure it out. “yes, yes i am. but don’t hate me okay?” you joked being half serious. “no of course not! we love you guys together!” she said semi fangirling. “why thank you, means a lot to me actually.” you said smiling at the younger girl in front of you. soon the show started, you actually quite liked their music so you jammed most of the time. at some point the girl said that you should stand closer to the front so you snuck into maybe the second row so you could actually see brad.

after dancing and jamming out to your boyfriends band, you decided to meet him backstage right when the show ended. he was all hyped after the show, per usual messing around with connor and the boys. he noticed you were standing there and rushed over to you and hugged you, he was quite sweaty but you didnt really care.

“you look absolutely gorgeous tonight baby” he said in your ear holding your waist.

“why thank you” you said blushing slightly and looked up at him. he took your mouth on his own kissing you sweetly and cutely holding your hands.

“i love you so much you know that right?” he mumbles after kissing you.

“i love you too, so much bradley” you said holding brad by his face and playing with the end of his hair.

“come on why don’t we head back to our hotel” he said taking your hand in his. it was only a short drive to the hotel, and you didn’t talk much because the boys let him drive us in the car and they drove in the bus. when you got to the hotel brad put a do not disturb sign on the outside of the door.

“bradley simpson do you have some plans tonight? hmm?”

“oh you bet your ass i do come here baby girl” he said pulling you close and kissing you passionately. he laughed a little and pushed you on the bed right on top of you kissing down your neck teasing you.

“brad dont do this right noww” you whined.

“i have no idea what youre talking about darling” he said restating your words from earlier.

“now this dress is beautiful love, but id much rather it on my floor” he said laughing a little again. he unzipped the dress and slid it off of your body letting his hands roam around your body in the most loving way possible.

“ i missed you so much brad” you said holding his face lovingly before kissing him and pulling his shirt off of his body and running your hands down his stomach. before the both of you knew it you were both naked mumbling nothings to one another about missing each other and loving eachother.

he was on top of you and his lips traced from your neck to your breasts to all the way down to your hips. your breath hitched in your throat as he kissed along the inside of your thighs teasing you making you squirm.

“brad pleaseee” you said sexualy frustrated

“aw what’s wrong my baby doesnt like being teased hmm” he said blowing air on your already wet clit. you let out a strangled moan which made him chuckle a bit, before giving your clit the attention you wanted. his face was pressed on the inside of your thighs as he eat you out like it was his job. he would hum or moan every so often to get a reaction out of you resulting in squirming and hair pulling. he started to pump his long fingers in and out of your throbbing slit while his tongue was working on your clit, your body was beyond its ecstacy and you were about to cum. when brad realized this he pulled away from your sensitive area. “bradley will-” you were stopped when he pulled himself inside you.

“holy fucking shit” you said out of breath

“if my babys gonna cum shes gonna do it with me inside her” he snickered pushing himself out and back inside you. your moans only got louder as he was pushing inside you making you have the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.

“brad. that was. wow” you said out of breath as he collapsed next to you.

“youre just wow. baby girl that was so worth the wait” he said cuddling into you with his head in your neck, making you laugh a little.

“i love you alot” you admitted kissing him briefly.

“i love you baby” he said smiling before kissing you once more.

After that the two of you fell asleep right next to each other, absolutely butt naked because the both of you were too tired to even get up.

When They Have a Crush On a Member Of a New Boy Group (BTS)

Requested by a lovely anon <3

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Author: Taebaby

NAMJOON: I think he’d try to get to know the guy as much as he could, not wanting just a physical attraction. He’d want to find thing in common so if there was a possibility for a relationship in the future, he’d want to know whether it would work out

YOONGI: This dude wouldn’t be shy. He’d be a (shameless) flirt. He’s constantly be flirting with the member, saying shit like ‘you should call me oppa, not hyung ;)’

HOSEOK: H’ed be super affectionate, even in public (I mean look at how the member are with each other now) He’d shower the boy with complements and praise about his performances and singing. He might even offer private dancing lessons ya get me ;)

SEOKJIN: He’d also be affectionate, caring a lot for that boy. Sending him food and gift whenever he could, and visiting him and his band as much as possible

JIMIN: He might be a little shy, but still a bit flirty. I feel like he keeps his crushes low key, the member might have no clue that Jimin likes him until he eventually confesses (and he prob would quickly because he can’t keep it in his pants)

TAEHYUNG: This little shit would fuck that member right up. Lots of not-so-subtle comments and complements and innuendos. Prob would just bluntly come out and say some shit like ‘your ass looks nice today, love to see it naked sometime’ Like really 

JUNGKOOK: He’s be super shy and super cringy at the same time because I could see him trying some god awful pick up line on the guy, in front of his members and the guys, thoroughly embarrassing everyone. It’d be real cute though at the same time

What about another highschool au?

  • Achilles is on track team and Pat is this kid that helps at the infirmary after school 
  • And then one day Achilles trips or something like that and hurts himself. He’s bleeding but says things like “nah i’m fine” and everyone is like “Achilles. You are BLEEDING”
  • At some point Odysseus just take him to the damn infirmary and no, your opinion doesn’t matter, stop complaining for at least five seconds
  • Aaand when they got there, Achilles sees the cute boy that is organizing somethings and he knows hes fucked
  • So he kinda zoned out when Odysseus starts talking about how he got the scratches. The boy just nods and in the end asks something to Achilles and he is like “shit i dont know what he is saying but i have to say something” and this something is very dumb, like “band-aids??? merthiolate???”
  • And then Odysseus smirks while the boy looks really confused and only says “ok right. Anyway my name is Patroclus, now sit down”
  • Why do I do this to myself
How Would BTS React to You Being Flexible in Bed....










anonymous asked:

Hc football captain!jk trying to take crossdresser!jm on a date but jm say no but jm is playing hard to get and when jk was in the locker room alone after a game jm was there wearing jk's football jersey as a dress with thighhighs and choker!Smut plz

+ The moment Jungkook saw the small bean that is Jimin in the baby blue skirt and a bow in his hair was the moment Jungkook finally believed in God and love at first sight.

+ Jimin likes wearing “girls” cloths because he likes how free and fun they can be vs “boys” cloths. (It’s annoying when people try to tell him he is transgender or ask if they should call him “she” cause of his dresses. NO he is a boy thank you!)

+ Jungkook is the football captain and practically royalty to the school. So naturally he assumes Jimin will be easy like everyone else.

+ Jimin fixes his hair band as he replies with “no” casually while looking in the mirror in the boys bathroom. Jungkook is shocked Jimin didn’t even look his way.

+ But Jimin did make a point to rock his hips so his skirt sway and his thighs jiggled on the way out. Jimin knows he is desirable and knows Jungkook was watching.

+ “Jungkook are you ok?” “Dude, I’m going to hubby the fuck out of him.” “Who?” “Jimin, holy shit.”

+ Jungkook makes a point to hit on Jimin every day. Jimin listens and makes sure he is poseing in a way that really highlights his legs and his the muscle in his arms but also makes a point it reject. Or tease.

+ (Like the one time Jungkook sat in his spot so Jimin plop himself on Jungkook’s lap making sure their crotches were touching. Jungkook was flirting while Jimin kept telling him to shut up so he can study.)

+ Jimin eventually spent to many nights fantasing about Jungkook fucking him in the locker room that he made it a point to make it reality.

+ So after stalking Jungkook for two weeks, Jimin gather enough information on the boys after school schedule. (And paid a good $20 for Jungkook’s locker code.)

+ So after practice Jungkook goes in last (Like always) and usually by this time it’s empty.

+ So imagine his surprise seeing Park Jimin wearing his game jersey with matching thigh high stockings.

+ Jungkook just stood there in awe as Jimin chuckles fingering the edge of his stocking.

+ “If you’re lucky I might let you take a picture.” “I might want hundreds.” “And what will you do with all one hundred of them?” “I dont know but it will involve my hand and dick some how.” “How about you use those on me instead of the paper?”

+ Jimin smiles as Jungkook licks his lips making his way over, “don’t mind if I do.”

+ Jungkook and Jimin move into the shower stalls at some point since as much as Jungkook wants to bang Jimin against his locker they’re still in school.

+ “I want you in my jersey but I don’t want it to get wet.” “I think it’s too late for that.” “Yeah, that’s true.”

+ Jungkook has to admit, shower sex with his jersey stuck to Jimin was the hottest visual anyone could have given him.

+ Jungkook also learns Jimin gives head like a fucking porn star and loves melon lube.

+ Jimin walks out wearing Jungkook’s hoodie, a pair of shorts he keeps in on his own locker for gym class, and a Jungkook glue to his back.

+ “I’m so hubbying you.” “You’re cute so I guess that’s ok.” “Good, cause I wanna grab your ass again.” “How romantic.” “Sorry but I’ll never be able to top the jersey thing. That’s romantic and also going to make me horny every game now.” “Good.”

+ Jimin and Jungkook are domestic as fuck the next day at school and no one bats a eye.

anonymous asked:

I recently found your work and im OBSESSED!! I was wondering if you could write something with Hope being a teen and Klaus and Haley dealing with her and a boyfriend?? thank you!!


Klaus does not like Ryder.

And who is Ryder, you might ask? He’s Hope’s new boyfriend. Well, for the time being (while he’s still alive).

It’s surprising that Klaus hasn’t killed him yet, especially with how smug the kid is. But, Hayley was watching him like a hawk, compelling bodyguards and threatening the original hybrid with custody battles if he so dared to lay a hand on the young werewolf.

That’s right, on top of all things, Hope was dating a werewolf.

And that was just one of the many things Klaus hated about Ryder.

“Hey there pops,” the kid sings, “Whatcha up to?” he says, while taking a seat on the counter top.

Klaus shot him a cold look. The boy looked eerily like one of those punks from those screamo bands that Hope had adapted a strange liking for. His dark hair and eyes smeared with guyliner, his ripped jeans, leather jackets, piercings and tattoos..he didn’t have his motorcycle licence yet though…but all in all, Ryder was every father’s worst nightmare.  

“Plotting my next plan for your destruction” he should say but instead he says this “Chopping vegetables,” Klaus whispers.

“You seem quite angry at that carrot stick,” Ryder smirks, and honestly he looks all too smug.

“I’m thinking of this as a metaphor on how I plan to end your life,” Klaus should reply, but this is what he offers instead, “It’s a dull knife,” he goes on to say.

Ryder takes his hand out of his pocket, and picks at his sharp nails.

“You could always use your claws,’’ he sings.

Klaus stops chopping, just for a second. He supposes that tonight’s supper prep could wait just a little while longer. “I tend not to waste my werewolf abilities on such frivolous tasks,’’ he tells the younger boy. 

“Cooking isn’t frivolous,’’ the other wolf defends. 

He recognizes the intensely distant gaze Klaus offers him. It’s nothing short of malicious. 

“You know pops, I get the feeling that you don’t like me very much,” Ryder suddenly realizes.

“I wonder whatever gave you that idea,” Klaus says, while rolling his eyes.

Ryder hops off the counter, passes a hand through his fluffy black hair and stares at the ground. “Look, I’m a nice guy,” he admits. “I know the tattoos and piercings look super suspicious, but I’m a total softie I swear,” he promises.

“Am I supposed to just take your word for it?” Klaus hums, dull knife in hand (although, if he wanted to, he could make that knife into the sharpest blade known to man). “As far as I know, you could be some sort of witch disguised as a teenage werewolf in need of serious grooming,” he spits.

Ryder sighs, looking around, wondering how in the world he could win Klaus over.

“I’m a wimp,” he shrugs. “I like to stay home, play video games, watch netflix. I like to cook and clean,” Ryder continues, while smiling with the corner of his mouth.

“So, what you’re saying is,” Klaus begins. “You’re lazy, and a slob,” he rephrases, sounding totally stuck up.

He rolls his eyes at the older man. “What I mean is that…I’m harmless,” Ryder confesses. “I would never hurt Hope, I’d die if I did,” he honestly says.

And the tone of his voice sounds so genuine and true that Klaus might fathom about trusting him for a little while. But then again, this was Klaus we were talking about…and he didn’t even trust his own shadow, let alone some strange emo punk wolf boy. 

“You’re teenagers,” he scoffs. “You can’t possibly think you’ll stay together forever,” Klaus warns. 

“Well, either that, or you’ll kill me? Right?” Ryder chuckles, but he knows it’s the truth.

“It’s a possibility,” Klaus then says.

It’s all so foreign to him. He finds himself admiring this boy’s bravery. Well either that, or he’s extremely naive and stupid. No one was courageous enough to challenge Klaus in such a way.

“Then it’s settled,” Ryder tells him.

Klaus blinks twice, realizing something rather important. “You’d risk your life for my daughter’s sake?” he reiterates.

And then suddenly, it’s not so foreign anymore. It’s all too familiar. 

It’s the protective look in Ryder’s eyes and the compassion and kindness he has for Hope…Klaus understands this feeling on such a deep level.

“I love her,” the werewolf announces. “It’s the least I can do,” he murmurs.

And just then, as if on cue, Hayley steps in.

“Klaus,” she calls out to him, eyes narrowed and suspicious. “Ryder,” she then shifts her gaze.  “Are you okay? Is he threatening you again?” the she-wolf scolded.

“Who? Pops?” Ryder quips. “Oh c’mon Hayles, he knows I couldn’t hurt a fly,” he sings, while walking passed Hayley in a carefree sort of manner.

Hayley raises a brow, and wonders why Klaus spared his life this time. “Okay well, Hope’s waiting for you outside,” she explains.

“Got it Hayles,” he nods. “See you around, pops!” Ryder finally leaves, while offering Klaus a wave.

They both watch him step out the door, trailing after Hope like a lost puppy.

“I hate that he calls me pops,” Klaus gritted between his teeth. 

“Yeah well,” Hayley frowns, leaning back into the counter and observing the leftover cooking materials. “Hayles doesn’t sound all that great either,” she softly replies.

“Better than what he called you the first time you met him,” Klaus laughs, side-eyeing her. “Mrs Mikaelson,” he smirks and immediately, she playfully punches his shoulder.

“Oh shut up,” Hayley squeals and Klaus can’t help but chuckle.

Well, at least he and Hayley could agree on one thing.

Ryder’s nicknames for them were definitely getting on their nerves.


Very Serious

Sirius stared down at his Starbucks cup with mild irritation, taking in the tidy scrawl of Sharpie denoting his beverage as belonging to “Serious.” Even though his actual name was on his lanyard, he supposed the tired looking barista didn’t make a habit of perusing his customers for identification when taking down names.

It was his first shift at the Hot Topic in the mall long enough to warrant him taking a break, and he’d thought a nice coffee (or rather, a flat white) from Starbucks would be rather refreshing. Honestly, he’d thought the sight of the cute barista was refreshing at first, until he’d received nothing but a blankly bored stare and a brusque “What can I get started for you,” in response to his enthusiastic greeting, but he supposed he couldn’t expect everything to be going well for him all day. Sirius had received numerous compliments on his outfit and piercings, and his manager Marlene had already declared him her favourite new hire. He decided not to let his name on a cup get him down.


The next day, Sirius found the same barista working during his break. There was a line this time, and Sirius took his time to examine the boy. He was young, probably the same age as Sirius, lanky and pale, with light brown hair that fell in short, loose curls around his face. Dark shadows lingered beneath his light eyes, hinting at late nights and early mornings, and a half-hearted smile hung heavy on his pale pink lips. The green apron hugged his slim frame, and he wore a black, long-sleeved shirt underneath it.

When it was Sirius’s turn, he turned on a brilliant smile. “Hey,” he said warmly.

“What can I get started for you?” the barista asked, his tone devoid of anything remotely resembling enthusiasm.

“Grande flat white, please,” said Sirius, his eyes finding the handwritten name tag on his chest reading “Remus” in unembellished script as he handed the boy his card.


Sirius grinned. “It’s Sirius, S-I-R-I–” The boy had already scribbled on the cup and set it down. “U-S,” he finished with a sigh, and stepped aside.

When he got his drink, again, it said “Serious.” With a huff, Sirius returned to work.


Sirius thought it was somewhat uncanny that he and Remus seemed to share the same work schedule, as the following day he found himself in the same line at the mall Starbucks, waiting for the boy to take his order and misspell his name again. Today, though, Remus was smiling, and his eyes were bright. Sirius was mildly taken aback when Remus greeted him with a, “Hey, how’re you doing today?”

“Good, hope you are,” he replied with a broad smile.

“What can I get started for you today?”

“Grande flat white, please.”

“And your name?” Remus grinned, cup and marker ready.

Sirius tried a different approach this time, deciding to start by spelling it out. “S-I-R-I-U-S,” he supplied hopefully, swiping his card to pay.

“Should be ready in just a minute,” Remus said, more cheerful than Sirius had ever heard him before, and the sound of his happy voice somehow infused his chest with warmth. When he got his drink, though, he felt a bolt of irritation flash through him, followed by a rush of amusement. It said “(Very) Serious.”


He wasn’t sure how, but thoughts of the cute barista infiltrated Sirius’s mind throughout the day, the evening, the night, and the next morning as he was getting dressed, when he put on tight black jeans, a form-fitting white tank top, and a loose black fishnet shirt over top. A swipe of eyeliner, some mousse to give his long black hair some volume, and he was done.

Blessed by unforeseen luck, there was no line at the Starbucks when Sirius took his break, and Remus was leaning against the counter, his gaze fixed intently on a book laying behind the register.

“Hey,” Sirius greeted as he walked up, “You guys look busy.”

Remus smiled slightly, looking up, and Sirius was left a little breathless at the depth of his forest green eyes. “It’s been a surprisingly relaxing day,” he replied, giving Sirius a moment to recover.

“Today’s been pretty slow over at Hot Topic, too.”

A small giggle escaped Remus, but before Sirius could ask what was funny, he asked brightly, “So, what can I get for you today? Grand flat white?”

His cheeks warmed as an involuntary grin swept across his face, pleased for some reason that Remus had remembered his drink order. “Yeah, thanks.”

An enigmatic glint appeared in Remus’s eyes. “And it’s Sirius? Like the star?”

Sirius nodded, trying to keep his breathing under control, painfully aware that the look he was giving Remus was akin to that of a preteen girl meeting her favourite boy band.

Remus’s answering smile was knowing, hovering at the edge of a smirk. “Should be ready in a minute.”

Today, the cup said, “Emo From Hot Topic.”


Determined both to get his name correctly on his Starbucks cup and not to make googly eyes at Remus the entire time, Sirius tried a different approach the next day. “Remus,” he said when he got to the front of the line, noticing the flicker of surprise behind the barista’s eyes at the use of his name, and it gave him a small thrill of satisfaction. “You know my drink, you know my name, can’t you please just write my name?”

Remus stared at him for a moment, nonplussed, and then started laughing, the sound sending little shocks of lightning through Sirius’s chest. “I’m surprised you know my name,” he said when his mirth had subsided.

“You’re wearing a nametag,” Sirius pointed out dryly.

“Yes, well, that doesn’t always mean anything.” Remus smiled. “Are you one of those hipsters who gets a Starbucks drink to post on their instagram? Is that why you need your name on it?”

“No… I just… want my name on it.” His voice was petulant, and Remus smirked, rang him up, took his money, and scribbled on his cup.

“Should be ready in just a minute.”

Sirius was somehow simultaneously outraged and objectively appreciative when he picked up the cup reading “Drama Queen.”


It went on for weeks, to the point where Sirius actually did start posting them on Instagram, because who wouldn’t appreciate Starbucks cups saying “Happy Goth Kid,” “Death Metal Superfan,” “Seereeus,” “Closet Brony,” “Serious With Two Eyes and a You,” and Sirius’s secret favourite, “Cute But Deadly,” which he’d received after muttering that he’d put a curse on Remus.

He was pleased to see that there was no line at the Starbucks this time, and he flounced over to Remus, who smiled a welcome at him. “What’re you doing after work today?” Sirius asked, after ordering.

Remus cocked his head to the side. “Probably studying.”

Sirius goggled at him. “It’s summer.”

“Yes, but if you don’t study during the summer, you forget it all by fall,” Remus replied reasonably. Sirius shook his head.

“No. I don’t care that you’re right. Just, no.”

Remus’s soft chuckle settled in Sirius’s chest with a pleasing warmth. “Sirius, I know that you and James get good grades without trying, but it’s not like that for the rest of us.”

The comment took a moment to register. “Wait, what? How do you know James?”

It said something about Remus’s character that his expression was patient, rather than resentful. “I’ve had classes with the two of you,” he said gently, and Sirius felt his face heat up. He did have a terrible tendency not to notice anyone in the class he wasn’t into if it wasn’t forced on him. “And pretty much the entire school knows about you and James.”

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward. “Do they? Ah, well, James and I aren’t together anymore…” He blinked as Remus blanched.

“I, uh, I didn’t realize you were, er, together,” he mumbled, pink blossoming on his cheeks in a way that Sirius found quite distracting.

“I mean, we’re best friends– Sorry, I guess I misinterpreted what you said.” Sirius grinned sheepishly. “We’ve been best friends since we were kids, and we decided to try the boyfriends thing, but it didn’t work out.”

Remus laughed, a hint of nerves at the edges, as he picked up a coffee pot to pour himself a cup. “Yeah. I don’t think the school knows that. I just meant… I thought you were into girls?” The pink was beginning to darken into red.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Both.” He examined Remus as he sipped his coffee (black, Sirius noted, mildly impressed,) trying to decipher the emotions in his deep green eyes. “Well, the reason I asked in the first place… If you didn’t have any plans, I was wondering if you’d want to go on a date with me?”

Remus choked on his coffee, splashing half of it over his apron in surprise. “A date?” he spluttered, “with you?” Sirius nodded hesitantly, suddenly nervous. “I… Why?” But his tone wasn’t disgusted or offended; Remus sounded genuinely bewildered.

“You’re cute. I like talking to you.” Sirius shrugged and offered a roguish wink. “I’d like to see what you look like out of that apron.” He was delighted to see Remus turn a delightful shade of scarlet.

“I get off at 6:30… I might want to change clothes first, though.” He gestured at the coffee soaking into his clothes.

Sirius grinned. “I could grab you some clothes from Hot Topic,” he suggested. Remus snorted.

“It’s fine. I’ll just run home and change. I live in the apartments just down the road.”

“Meet me back here at 7? Or would you like me to pick you up?” Sirius leaned his elbows on the counter, looking up at Remus through his long lashes with a coy smile.

Remus’s hand twitched, as if wanting to reach out, but he folded his arms instead. “7 sounds good,” he said, still sounding a little perplexed, as though he hadn’t quite processed it yet. “I’ll see you at 7.”


I had to sneak in a tiny hint of some James/Sirius there because honestly could you really expect me to not when I’m writing the word Starbucks over and over??

Hot Topic!AU (Klance) - Date

(submitted by the lovely: @mayoffnaise)

I had the worst thought while writing this and it was “What if Keith actually said rawr means I love you in dinosaur” Also I had to look up emo looking anime characters for this.

“So is it a yes, or a no?” Keith pushed the tickets across the counter, towards the other boy.

“You like me!” Lance did a weird little shimmy with his shoulders that could only be described as ‘a completely Lance thing to do’.

“I,” Keith inhaled deeply through his nose, taking a moment to collect himself. “I have been very clear about the fact that I like you. We have been dating for two weeks.”

Lance leaned across the counter. If he had been any other customer, Keith would have punched him. Pausing dramatically, Lance gave the most awkward wink that Keith had ever received in his life. “So you admit you like me.”

“Okay, you caught me, I like you.” Keith rolled his eyes. This boy would be the death of him.

“Well in that case…” Lance closed the gap between them and pecked him on the cheek. “I’ll be at that concert.”

To say Keith was embarrassed by PDA was the understatement of the century. You could almost see his blush underneath the layers of white foundation. Shiro’s imminent comments always made it worse, validating it was in fact a public display of affection.

“I know it’s a slow day, but I’m still here guys.” Shiro folded a Blink-182 shirt, throwing it into the pile with the rest of them. There it was. Now the blush was definitely visible. It wasn’t fair. Keith knew Lance thrived on getting a rise out of him. Asshole.

After the redness in his face subdued, Keith directed his attention back to Lance. “Just warning you. The people at the concert are like the people here, but…” He shifted his gaze to a man browsing the hoodies heavily tattooed, brightly colored hair, clad in mostly leather, and studs, “More.” He emphasized the last word.

“No problemo.” Lance pocketed his ticket. “I’ve got this in the bag,” He holds up a plastic shopping bag. Keith can’t make out the text before it’s out of sight again. “Literally.”

“How?” Keith pointed at the item in question. “How did you even know I was going to invite you?”

“Uh. It’s a figure of speech.” Lance can’t help but smile at Keith’s inability to understand the joke.

“But then why would you say literally?” He placed his hands on his hips, like he was scolding a child.

“Don’t worry about it, just trust me.” He ended their conversation finger guns, and left without making any more annoying comments, not even one passing comment about the dumb Suicide Squad toys they had set up near the front of the store.

Maybe Pidge and Hunk’s lectures had finally gotten to him.

Whatever Pidge and Hunk were telling Lance, it was not working. When Keith had told Lance about the type of people at these concerts he had hoped it would prompt Lance to dress normally. Maybe just jeans and a black t-shirt instead of his usual anime attire, but this? Nothing could have prepared Keith for this. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

Even with Keith’s reaction, Lance’s posing did not falter. Actually, it only made it more over the top. Lance was dressed head to toe in the most ridiculous get up he had ever seen. A black and white jacket with coat tails that were too long to be functional, and a skirt, maybe, with the same color pattern. That was all bad in itself, but the makeup and hair was what really took the cake. White face makeup with two black streaks extending from his eyes to his chin. The wig was closer in length to Keith’s own hair and hung right over Lance’s shoulders. “Like it?” He winked hitting another pose.

“Wha- why are you wearing that?” Keith sputters. He circles Lance taking in all the details of this costume. It was well made so either Lance had a lot of time on his hands, or a lot of money to spend.

“I didn’t think you’d want to hear my explanation, but since you asked.” Lance rested against the side of the car. “I wanted to fit the ‘emo’ aesthetic, and because I’m far from emo, and don’t have any normal clothes that’ll for in, I could just use cosplay.” Lance’s annoyingly bright smile only brightened at Keith’s red cheeked reaction to being called emo. “I would have went with L, but that seemed too simple, and then my next thought was Sasuke, but that’s kind of your thing, so I settled on Ulquiorra.” He finished, triumphantly, with his hands on his hips.

Keith dead panned. “We both know that’s not what I was asking.” He didn’t understand half of the things Lance said, and didn’t care to, but at this point they were already running late, and he was sure Lance wouldn’t be the weirdest looking person there. “Let’s just go.” He offered, opening up the passenger side door of his crappy car for Lance, and rounded the vehicle to slide in to the drivers side.

Lance hopped into his seat, and slammed the old car’s door shut. “I could ask you the same question.” He stated, looking forward as the other boy drove out of the lot.

“Oh yeah?” Keith raised an eyebrow, gaze remaining on the road. He was just in his usual attire, which made him a little nervous to ask.

“Yeah.” He kicked his feet up on the dashboard, slumping back into his seat. “You can’t just wear a crop top and not warn me, you’re too cute in them.”

“Shut up.” The words lacked venom, and came out more shaky than aggressive. Lance couldn’t help but peek over to see Keith’s face as red as the streaks in his hair.

Looking around, he recognized a few faces, he also realized, while Lance was very overdressed for the occasion, he certainly didn’t look the craziest there.

The crowd wasn’t huge. Keith prided himself in his very underground taste in music, despite Lance’s accusations that he only listened to My Chemical Romance. The band wasn’t on yet, but from the noise the hundred or so people made, you would think the band had already been playing for an hour.

“Yo, Kogane.” The two boys were approached by a man who pretty much fit every stereotype of what a stoner should look like. Skinny, long hair, baggy clothes, dead eyes. Rolo, great. Even though Keith appreciated the thought that went Lance’s outfit, after seeing it he’d kinda hoped he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew. “Who’s the friend?” He shouted over the crowd.

“Oh, um, hey Rolo… This is Lance.” He said, gesturing to the boy next to him. Lance gave his signature dazzling smile and mock salute, and Rolo smiled lazily, entertained by his energy.

“You look pretty sick, dude.” Rolo leaned in closer to get a better look at Lance’s make up. “You do that yourself?” Keith couldn’t believe what he was hearing. To think he had been so worried. The two carried out their conversation about proper concert attire until for several more minutes until Lance squeezed his shoulder and brought him back to reality.

“Did ya hear that?” Lance boasted. “Your friends think I’m cool.”

Keith blinked, he hadn’t even noticed Nyma joined the conversation, but she and Rolo were such close friends he should have expected they were both here.

“That outfit is so cool.” She gushed, feeling the fabric. “Where did you get this?”

“I made it.” Lance smiled smugly. Keith didn’t interject, Lance’s smile was too genuinely happy.

A few more minutes of conversing over Lance’s 'super cool’ outfit passed by quickly. “Can you believe Keith didn’t want me to wear this? He must’ve afraid I’d look too good and everyone here would hit on me.” The whole group laughed loud enough to be heard through the audience.

“I still can’t believe you wore an anime costume to that concert.” Keith chuckled incredulously, pulling into an empty spot near the apartment building.

“I can’t believe you still don’t think it’s cool. I think you’re just jealous your friends liked me so much.” Lance leaned across his seat, challenging Keith to a kiss.

“No way.” He pushed the other boy’s face away. “Not with all that make up on.” He had only momentarily touched Lance’s skin, but his hand was already caked in white powder.

“Why don’t you come in and I’ll clean up, just for you.”

“Well, I’m usually not the kind of guy to kiss on the fourth date, but you are dressed impeccably.” Keith replies sarcastically, tugging at Lance’s jacket.

Lance laughs.


“You like me!”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”



For you to understand this story it will be necessary to go back to that time I liked a certain boy band, because this man used to go to those meetings, well, he is not really a man.

 At that moment me and my friends were 18 and over while the rest of the people were 16 and under, that guy was always close to me and gave me candies and chocolates, and since he added me on facebook we talked very often but just about the boy band.

 One day, out of the blue, he told me he had liked me since he started attending to the meetings, he also said we should hang out together and try if we could be something. I have to accept I thought he was good looking and seemed genuine, but come on, he was 15 years old. I had to be very delicate and tell him it wouldn’t be easy because of the age gap and I was busy with uni stuff and my job, and let’s be honest, what would his mom think about that? It was truly complicated, at least for me it was.

He never stopped being nice to me even though I ditched him, he just got sweeter and it melted my heart.

 Another day he invited me to an ice cream near his house, I went cause why not? Went out from uni and headed to the place we arranged to meet, when I got there he handed me a bouquet of pink flowers, it was awesome, no one ever had done something like that for me, not even my dad when I turned 15. We went to the shopping center and bought the ice cream, I paid by the way, but it was okay, he just gave me those beautiful flowers.

 We sat together and it was kind of awkward at first as we did not have much to talk about, I tried to make a conversation asking him about school and he responded it was alright but his mom grounded him cause he was failing some signatures and it was when he started telling me non stop about family issues, I don’t mind people talking to me about their problems but it is uncomfortable when you do not really know that person.

Going back home I took care of the bouquet, I loved the flowers but we all know those things do not seem to like me back and they died very fast. The boy and I kept talking like nothing ever happened and it was okay.

 One day after a meeting we went to drink something, when it was time for me to leave I kissed everybody on the cheek but when I was giving it to him he turned his face and kissed me in the mouth. No one saw it, luckily, I was shocked and I don’t even know why, it was just an innocent little kiss. Then, when we were texting he had a serious talk, he expressed me how he felt about me, he really liked me and he would break up with his girlfriend to be with me. I was speechless, I was not able to find another way to tell him I was not going to do it, he would have been more like a brother to me.

 After lots of conversations about it he got the point and we arranged we were just going to be friends, at least until he was 18 or graduated from school. The last time we saw each other I gave him a kiss, I still do not know why I did that, but it was an innocent kiss as well.

Time passed and he moved to the United States and we stopped texting for like a year, then he began to comment my photos, status and the links I shared on Facebook. Every conversation we had used to end both talking about everything that happened, that guy always bringing that I friend zoned him after kissing him that last time.

One day he told me the relationship with his girlfriend was not going good and he really wanted to be with me instead, but this time the problem was the distance, I asked him to think about it, it was stupid. He also said he felt really bad after every rejection, thank God he was almost 18 and I could explain everything better now:

 1.He was still in school while I was in university, we wouldn’t have time to see each other

2.He was 15 and I was 18, it would not have been possible to go to parties or trips

3.He didn’t even had money to go out with me

4.We wouldn’t have anything meaningful to talk about, we were facing different stages in life

 He sort of understood.

 Not long time ago he talked to me to tell me this year he would get the American nationality, so he was going to come back to the country and he wanted me to be the first person to meet after arriving, he wanted us to hang out, he also mentioned about marrying to me cause he was finally legal and his mom couldn’t say anything about it. The wedding thing is just ridiculous but I will wait until he comes back.

He is like the most persistent guy in the world and it is so cute that he thinks all those things but let’s be real, he’s got his own life in the States and I got mine in here. He is a grown up man now, he is a total gentleman, I hope he ever finds someone who could appreciate that because he is exceptional and that is hard to find.


Summary: Dan Howell has been through many schools in his lifetime, and so has Phil Lester. Howell as a teacher, Lester as a student, and eventually, their paths cross. With this hot new English teacher in line, Phil makes it his mission to melt Mr Howell into another item, another person for Phil to seduce and win over.

Warnings: none, except for a bit of swearing.
Word count: 3000+
POV: Dan.
Other characters: a few minor youtubers; ft. chris + peej but no kickthestickz.

I never liked starting at a new school, and today was no different.

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anonymous asked:

"Malik was the only person of color in One Direction, meaning there was a racial undercurrent to the decision." What decision is Complex talking about?

it’s a weird sentence, but i think they’re referring to the boyband “roles”….this article is a bit of a mess tbh

“There would be a bad boy, a big brother, the cute, approachable one, the shy, mysterious guy, and most importantly, the heartthrob.

These roles, crucial to the boy band schema, were not so obvious with One Direction. Zayn Malik had the most dynamic range of the bunch, with a distinctive and tremble-free tone. He was also the most conventionally handsome (dude looks like a prince.) He should’ve been the heartthrob, the dude with the greatest potential of landing the Justin Timberlake/Nick Carter role. Except Malik was shy, deathly shy. Harry Styles, on the other hand, possessed a special charisma from the very beginning. (I like to think it stems from his days working in a bakery with elderly women in his native Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. Old women know everything.) So Styles, all charm and delicious brown locks, got the role, one he filled immediately and graciously.”

i /think/ this is what this sentence is relating to, since it immediately precedes it

erika-sanely  asked:

IF you're still taking fic prompts, I don't think there can every be enough hot single dad Derek fics, with him and Stiles meeting because Derek's kid thinks Stiles is awesome.

Stiles is awesome, okay? He’s the most amazingest, most awesomest thing to happen to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin.

Derek blinks dumbly at his daughter, crouched down in front of her so that they’re at eyelevel. “Who?

Rachel goes from condescending to exasperated in three seconds flat. Derek doesn’t have much experience with five-year-old’s outside of his own, but he’s pretty sure his kid is uniquely skilled at emoting with only her eyebrows. It’s ridiculously cute, but not very helpful right now.

Stiles,” Rachel says, like Derek is an absolute idiot. Derek can’t wait for her teenage years. Really.

“Yeah, Baby, I got that part. You may have mentioned him once or twice.” Or, you know, approximately five thousand times since this Stiles person started working at KinderCare a week ago. At this rate, declarations of Stiles’ awesomeness are about to eclipse belting out the chorus of “Let It Go” as Derek’s number one reason to start buying earplugs in bulk. “But I don’t think I know any Lydia’s.”

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  • Interviewer: During the years that the band was apart, what was your attitude towards a reunion? Were you hopeful? Ambivalent? Somewhere in-between?
  • Joe: Ambivalence was a place I got to eventually. I just didn't want to do it. For three of the four years, I was just like, "Nah, I don't think I'm gonna do this." At first, I didn't want to do it with the expectation that we would just go back. After a while, I was enjoying how things were going with The Damned Things. I was fine in my life, I was happy. I never stopped talking to the guys in Fall Out Boy. Obviously, I talked to Andy because he was in The Damned Things. Patrick and I would often talk on the phone because he and I were the ones who wanted to do other things the most. But one day I was talking to Josh Newton- he and I had a band called With Knives, and he's actually my guitar tech now- and he said, "You should probably do that band again", meaning Fall Out Boy. A couple of days later, I was talking to Patrick, and I had already prepared a list of stipulations for me to do the band again, and before I could even say them, he already had my list in his head. He kind of disarmed me. After a very long phone call, I kept looking at the phone, which was edging on the three hour mark- I was like, "Yeah, I'm in. Let's do it." And then I started writing heavily after I hung up.
Newt Scamander X Reader – Pick a Number

Description – The students at Hogwarts begin to think that the reader (a muggle-born) can tell the future when (s)he makes a paper fortune teller.

A/N – All people should remember the cases of “Pick a number, pick a colour,” that came from paper fortune tellers, if you don’t you’re too young for my taste. Also to all HP fans, there’s a fan band on YouTube who y’all should like called Oliver Boyd and the Rememberalls.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Originally posted by newdscamander

Newt’s downcast gaze rested on the oak desk in front of him. He had taken to counting the rings in the wood; he would look anywhere if it meant avoiding the vindictive glare of the professor on the other side.

“Did you hear me, boy?” Professor Winters, a particularly wiry old man with a sharp tongue, bellowed.

Newt had heard every word, how could he not when he was given the same speech weekly? He wanted to forget the harsh speeches that Professor Winters spewed so freely but he couldn’t; they haunted his nights, keeping him awake to dread the next addition. Ever since the beginning of Newt’s time at Hogwarts, when Professor Winters had learnt that Newt wasn’t the prodigy his brother was, it had become a tradition to call him back at the end of the class for another screaming match disguised as a lecture; this had taken place weekly for two years now.

“ANSWER ME, BOY!” Winters demanded.



Newt fought to stop trembling as he raised his head, it was even more of a struggle to maintain eye contact, “If I d-d-don’t s-stop s-s-”

Professor Winters quickly grew impatient with Newt’s stutter, interrupting again to answer his own question, “I said that if you don’t get your head out of the clouds with those dangerous beasts, you’ll be destroyed; they’re only useful for potion ingredients, nothing more. You already have no future boy, you are a complete failure as a student, and worthless at charms. However, there’s no point in dying at the claws of a beast, understand?”

The words, worthless, failure, and no future echoed on a loop in Newt’s mind. He nodded meekly, fighting away pained tears and counting the seconds till he would be free of the torment.

Professor Winters’ lip curled in contempt at the pathetic excuse of a student before him, “Very well. Remember this conversation the next time you enter my classroom boy. Now, leave.”

Newt scrambled up, escaping the classroom as fast as he could. He couldn’t feel relief at his freedom for it was only temporary, he knew he would get a repeat of the speech every week until he left Hogwarts. The worst part was that Newt didn’t need the speech, he already knew he was worthless.

While Newt wanted to explore the Forbidden Forest or the Owlery, he knew it would be safer to head back to the common room; Professor Winters had a tendency to check which direction he headed in after such ‘lectures’, if Newt went anywhere outside the school now, he would surely hear about it next week.

As Newt made his way to the barrel entrance of the Hufflepuff common room he saw two of the girls making their way out, talking rather loudly about fortune telling.

“Did you hear (Y/N)?” One asked the other?

“Yeah, is it true (s)he can tell the future with only a piece of paper?” The other replied.

“Yes, I asked (Y/N) to tell my future and (s)he used what (s)he called muggle magic-”

“There’s no such thing as muggle magic.”

“That’s what I thought too until (s)he predicted that I was going to fail that practice test unless I studied more.”


“And I did what (s)he said and passed, (s)he really can tell people’s future.”

“Whoa- I’m going to ask mine when we get back.”

The conversation faded as Newt crawled through the barrel into the cushy, yellow common room. He was mildly surprised to see a crowd gathered around you on the sofa, students were clamouring around you, each waiting to hear their future. Newt took a place in the corner, far away from people where he was content to be invisible as usual. However, as the night went on, he couldn’t help but get drawn into your fortune telling from afar; it seemed that you were actually giving reasonable predictions that all had the potential to be true.

“Alright, that’s enough fortune telling for tonight, no more till tomorrow.” You announced when the grandfather clock chimed for dinner.

There was a chorus of disappointed “Aw’s,” as the crowd dispersed, filing out of the common room.

You sat on the sofa with a smirk, grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill. Newt watched you for a minute, arguing with himself whether he should ask or not; it felt like he needed some guidance now more than ever.

He approached you, swallowing thickly when you looked at him, “Hi, can I help you?” you smiled warmly.

Newt forced himself to take a deep breath, somehow feeling worse than before, “U-um, h-hello, can you r-really tell the f-future?”

You glanced at the origami fortune teller on the table then back to Newt, in truth you had just been bored and the students assumed your toy was a fortune teller; although you would have told Newt as much, the morose look in his eyes stopped you from doing so.

“Uh, sure I can.”

“T-Then can I- can I ask a q-question?”

You rubbed the back of your neck exhaling, then picked up the fortune teller, “I uh- alright, why not? Go on Newt, what’s your question?”

Newt was taken aback, he had no idea you knew who he was. Everyone else who knew him didn’t bother with niceties, yet here you were willing to give him something he’d asked for.

“R-right, um, do I have to be specific or-”

You raised a sceptical eyebrow, Newt blushed, then stuttered, “N-Never mind- I-I-I’ll just go ahead a-and ask.” He cleared his throat, “Um- P-professor Winters says I’m a w-w-worthless failure with no f-future, is that t-true?”

Your heart sunk at Newt’s question, how could Professor Winters say such things to him? Even though you wanted to throw the paper fortune teller away, hug the boy, and reassure him that he shouldn’t believe such awful words, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t believe you without some form of reassurance.

You placed your hands under the slots of paper, “Okay, now pick a number that’s written here. One, nine, six, or seven?”


You spelt the word, moving the paper along with the spelling, “Alright, now one of the colours.”

As opposed to most Hufflepuffs, Newt picked blue instead of yellow, once again you spelt out the word, then asked the same question, to which Newt chose yellow.

You flipped over the yellow colour, reading the fortune to yourself, “Your team will play well in Quidditch.” The answer wouldn’t help Newt in the slightest, nothing on the paper would; how could it when it was actually just a silly children’s game?

Unable to tell him that, you flashed your most reassuring smile, “No matter what people say, your future will be bright.”

“R-really?” Newt looked hopeful.

“That’s what it says and the paper never lies, now if you’ll excuse me,” you shoved the paper in your robes, “I’m going to dinner. You can join me if you like.”

“Oh, I uh- You w-wouldn’t want me t-there.”

“Nonsense, if your future’s as bright as the teller says then I’m sure I want to be there to see it, so come on, let’s go.”

Newt smiled for the first time, an awkward, toothy smile but a genuine one all the same. He followed you to the hall, happy to just listen to whatever you had to say.

It was only a week later that Newt got called back in Charms by Professor Winters, as usual the old man seemed to be in a foul mood. Upon seeing the fearful gaze on Newt’s face, you hesitated, deciding to linger at the door where you wouldn’t be seen. Professor Winters began his usual spiel while you listened, horrified.

It was only when the professor started shouting that you made yourself known, running to Newt’s side with a cry of, “THAT’S ENOUGH.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” Professor Winters blustered, turning his attention to you.

Newt stared, bewildered as you argued tensely on his behalf, “This is not teaching, this is bullying, I will not let you use your position to bully a student.”


“NO! How dare you Professor? I am going straight to the headmaster to report this and we’ll see what he has to say about this.”

“Now, now, settle down, we can talk about this like adults.” Professor Winters backtracked.

“You should have thought about that before you started screaming like a beast then. Come on Newt, we’re leaving.”

You grabbed Newt’s hand, running from the classroom before Professor Winters had time to recover and react in some other manner.

After that day, you and Newt spent a lot more time with each other. You would often go to lessons, eat, and do homework together. He would never forget the unusual friend he had made from the mysterious case of muggle-magic.

Caged Heat

You gasped coming up for air, shaking your long hair as the dirt flew out. You stood looking around, your eyes scanning the old cemetery. “Where the hell am I?” you asked out loud. You began walking, letting the images flash in your mind, your family screaming at each other, then it was dark, then it was hot. Then everything was on fire. 

You closed your eyes and when you reopened them, you stood outside a stone building with a metal door. you walked down to the door and opened it, slipping inside you heard voices. Two tall men walked out of a room, followed by him. 

You narrowed your eyes. He walked and talked with them like nothing was wrong. It made your blood boil. You quietly walked down the stairs before standing behind them as they walked down a hallway. You noticed when he stopped and stopped the other two. Suddenly he turned and looked at you. “Y/N….what are you doing here?” he stared wide eyed. You narrowed your eyes, your lip curling. “Hi ya uncle Cassie….miss me?” You noticed the other two pull guns out of their waist bands and smirked. “You run with Winchesters? Classy. I should have known….” you saw both boys eyes glance up and you let out a laugh. “This devils trap wont hold me….I’m to powerful for that…I’m not here for you two anyways. I’m here for the angel in trench coat.” “Y/N…let me explain…” “Explain what?! You left me to die! You knew what would happen but you didn’t give a shit because grandpa made sure you were safe and sound didn’t he?! yeah?! Well now wheres the little bitch!” you screamed throwing Castiel across the room. “I WAS A CHILD! AN INNOCENT CHILD! DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID TO ME?! HOW MANY TIMES HE KILLED ME ONLY FOR UNCLE MICHAEL TO BRING ME BACK?! DAD TORTURED ME AND YOU SAT BY AND LET IT HAPPEN! BUT THESE TWO REDNECKS GET THROWN INTO HELL AND YOU HAVE TO SAVE THEM INSTANTLY?! FUCK YOU!” You screamed throwing him around more. You glared at the Winchesters before snapping your fingers and disappearing. 

Dean and Sam rushed to Cas’s side and helped him up. “What the hell was that?!” Dean asked as Cas panted and looked up to face them. “That was Lucifer’s daughter….”

Zayn’s Shade

I think Zayn might be the only one left I haven’t done a shade post for during the leaving stunt.  After today, I think it’s a good time.  I’m going to start with general stunt/OT5 is real shade, then do Ziam separately because there’s so much.

For starters, I always thought that this was odd.  It was the first pic of Zayn after him quitting the band was announced I’m pretty sure.  We always talk about how Zayn’s candids look like modeling shots, so how did this picture end up with such a goofy face?  I think Zayn did it on purpose to reassure fans that the situation wasn’t as dire as all that.

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