i almost caught one of these at a fall out boy concert one

Dear DILF

REQUEST: Surprising Harry on tour to tell him you’re pregnant. Except the timing works out perfectly with fathers day, so you tell him by giving him a card. Preferably one of those ones which are like ‘Dear Dilf, need I say more’

REQUEST: I just realized your requests are open and I am flipping right now! Can you pretty please do one where you tell Harry you’re pregnant and its extremely fluffy and cute with many cuddles and loads of love! Love you and your blog loads and loads ♥


You had a love/hate relationship with tour season.

On the one hand, you hated that Harry had to be away from you. You had your own job and your own things that you needed to do, and you couldn’t exactly drop everything to follow him as he travelled around the world. You missed him terribly when he was away, and the two of you had gotten so used to each other at this point that it felt like something huge was missing when he wasn’t around. It was hard on him as well; it wasn’t like before you met two years ago when he could travel to his heart’s content. Sunsets simply weren’t as beautiful, and certain sights weren’t as breathtaking without you there by his side to see them. You skype called and texted as much as you possibly could to make up for it, but there was nothing that could even remotely come close to the feeling of falling asleep in his arms after a long day.

On the other hand, you loved to see him perform. It was one of your absolutely favorite things to do; it helped that you were a fan before meeting him and genuinely loved the boys’ music, but watching Harry on stage was absolutely mesmerizing. It seemed like every inch of him was amplified by the thousand—his smiles were brighter and his movements were stronger, and you could tell that it was the place where he felt happiest. Except for when he was with you, he would say. And the times that you got to fly out to see him were perhaps your favorite moments together—the rush of seeing each other after being apart for weeks at a time definitely made up for the time that you had to wait in between, and if anything the distance only ever brought you closer.

The reunion sex was definitely a big bonus.

It was after their show in Toronto when it happened. You had flown to visit him, and the concert was as amazing as ever. You didn’t get to see him until after the show was over, and the sight of your very sweaty and very beautiful rockstar almost made your heart stop. You could tell that he felt the same, because his features lit up more than they already had when he saw you running down the hallway to jump into his arms.

“Harry!” You squealed lightly as you slipped your arms around his neck and immediately looped your legs around his waist to pull his body closer to yours. You could smell the sweat on his body and his dark purple t-shirt was beginning to stick to yours, but you wouldn’t let go for anything.

“How’d you sneak back here, you menace?” He teased as he playfully pinched your behind while supporting your weight with both his palms, turning to press you against the nearest wall as he nipped at your neck.

The next several minutes consisted of the two of you giggling and fooling around backstage in Harry’s dressing room, caught up in each other as if you’d just fallen in love. That was the thing you loved most about the two of you—you’d had your fair share of arguments and bumps in the road like any other couple, but the spark had never faded.

Keep reading

Soulmate Au - Ong Seongwoo

Member: Ong Seongwoo // Wanna One

Genre: Fluff

Plot: When everyone is finding their soulmates, what if you miss yours?

Word count: 2064


“It froze!” Joohyun screamed, her tiny hands clutching her clock pendant tightly. 19 years, 4 months, 28 days, 13 hours, 4 minutes, and 58 seconds. You watched as your best friend looked around the cafe frantically, before meeting eyes with a cute boy, his own eyes rounded with shock. “Is that really you?” You almost laughed at her amazement at finally meeting her soulmate. You two were both late at encountering The One, but clearly she was faster than you. You nudged her towards him, and he sent her a bashful smile.

“I’m Kim Jaehwan, a university student who’s majoring in music and composition. And you?” You sat down, muting their conversation. You did not want to impede on their privacy any longer than necessary, and instead fiddled with the delicate silver chain that held your own clock. Now it was 19 years, 2 months, 16 days, 9 hours, 52 minutes, and 4 seconds since you were born, and your watch had yet to stop. Other friends had met their soulmates as early as birth, in the crib next to them at the hospital. You would wait patiently, you decide, and convinced yourself that it was ‘save the best for last’.

“____. Do you mind if we… uh… go out?” Joohyun interrupted your thoughts. You nodded, sending a sincere smile, before shooing them out of the cafe. You took out your sketch pad instead, and looked around. It was a quaint and quiet nook of the college town that you attended. You had promised to take Joohyun here when she visited during her break, as her university started winter break sooner than yours had, but here you are now alone. I guess I can take credit for their amazing love story when their wedding rolls around, you thought to yourself with a miserable smile. You flipped through the pages, studying your past sketches. You and Joohyun were both insistent on majoring in things you were truly passionate about; for you it was art and for her it was law. Your sketchpad was worn out and frayed, but it still contained content that you considered valuable.

You can’t remember how long you sat there, listening to the soft guitar and piano instrumentals from the overhead speakers, flinching periodically at a sudden clatter of plates and cups or scrape of a chair against the wooden floor. Instead you poured yourself into drawing the flower arrangement that decorated your table, fresh despite the frigid weather. Or at least, you had been, until a rough shove of your table knocked your hot tea onto the surface. You frantically scooped up your pencils and pad, but it was too late. A yellow stain was splattered across the top page, and your past works were mushy to the touch. You furrowed your brows, before glaring upwards. A pair of boys stood there, one with a hand over his mouth in surprise and the other stuttering at your gaze.

“I-I’m so sorry!” He stammered, before grasping at the napkin dispenser and dabbed frantically at your art. You snatched it away, gritting your teeth in anger. You pressed it downward, absorbing as much of the liquid as possible, while the boys wiped off the table top. When the mess was cleared up and damage control done, you stared at the ruined sketch pad. It was not as terrible as you had thought it would be, but it was not the perfect bundle of effort you had put in prior to the episode. You stood up, shoving your belongings into the bag. The two boys had their hands folded over one another, staring at the floor. They were clearly expecting an outburst, but instead you just shook your head.

“If you two need a table to sit at, then sit here.” You stalked away, shoving the heavy glass door open and stomping across the freshly fallen snow. It was too late to ask Joohyun to keep you company in your sour mood– she was probably hitting it off with Jaehwan. The faces of the two boys were forever etched in your mind. One had brown hair, while the one who had grabbed the napkins had natural hair. You shook your head. What was the point of being cute if you were a mess?

You dragged yourself into your dorm, plopping onto the bed. Joohyun’s bed was empty, her desk a mess of pencils and textbooks, while her clothes were strewn over the tiled floor. You picked up, folding them absentmindedly while you hummed some holiday festive tune. Perhaps you could go watch a movie by yourself, or you could take a nap to forget the incident. You sighed, before wrapping your fingers around the cold metal of the clock pendant, your eyes fluttering shut as you lay down on your mattress.


“____! Wake up!” Joohyun’s excited voice rang in your ears as you shot up from your bed. You winced at the harsh morning sunlight and stared sleepily as your best friend threw an outfit for you to wear. “Jaehwan is singing at the multi- university concert today with his friends and he asked if we wanted to come! I got us backstage passes for before the show and front row seats.” You nodded, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“What time is it?” You ask, before glancing at the clothes. White cropped sweatshirt and a denim skirt and stockings to cover up for the cold. You changed, listening to her blabber about the details of how perfect Jaehwan was. He had humor. He had the most adorable laugh. His voice was like an angel’s. The list went on and on, and you tried to not cover her mouth as you finished tying half of your hair up.

“- and I was wondering if you would find your soulmate and we could go on double dates.” Joohyun finished. You sighed at the sensitive topic. It was another day closer to 20 years of not knowing where he was. There were always rumors of soulmates never meeting. One would die in an accident. One would never fall in love. Someone would grow old without anyone at his or her side. It was tragic, and something you feared.

“I’m sure he’s out there somewhere.” You mumble, before checking your pendant. You froze, feeling tears well up. Joohyun immediately tensed, before running to your side.

“What’s– Oh crap!” It was frozen. 19 years, 2 months, 16 days, 10 hours, 37 minutes, and 56 seconds. You had seen your soulmate yesterday. “B- but who?” Your mind whirled. The two boys. It had to be one of them.

Secretly, you had wished it were the boy with darker hair. While you had undeniably been angrier at him, you were touched by his efforts to save your sketch pad. His manners softened the doubts you had about one of the two being your soulmate. The brown haired one was not a bad guy either from what you had seen; he had an adorable eyesmile that he made when he was flustered, and a Busan dialect that had started to leak as he would stammer words to his friend. Still, you leaned towards the former rather than the latter.

“What if I never see him again?” The words stuck to your throat. So close. So so so close. How could you have missed it? You normally checked after meeting any new guy. Sure, the pair had pissed you off, but you must have been stupid to not have thought about it. Hope flaired in the pit of your stomach. You would recognize the two anywhere, and you would figure out when their clock had stopped, and if it matched the time at which yours had. 

“You will. Come on, let’s head to the performance hall and we’ll think up of ways to meet him again.” You allowed Joohyun to drag you across campus, wiping away stray tears from your eyes. By the time you arrived to the sound check and rehearsals, your eyes were tinged with pink, and Joohyun was handing you her handkerchief. The image of the boy burned in your mind. 

“Do you want to see Jaehwan with me or?” You nod your head, before following her backstage. The halls were full of rooms where the performers were getting ready. Racks of clothes lined the walls, the scent of cosmetics heavy in the air. She knocked on a white door, and it opened to reveal Jaehwan’s smiling face, who rushed to embrace her. A cough strangled out of you before you could help it, and you turned away. Keep walking. Walk it out.

Your feet dragged heavily, dodging oncoming traffic as other performers rushed to finish their hair and styling. Once or twice you almost walked into props or pieces of a set for the stage. More than once people had thrown pitiful looks at your tears. You finally sat down on a chair outside of one of the rooms, not minding the rush of boys running in and out. Your eyes closed as you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Exactly 14 hours, 28 minutes, and 1 second ago, I met you.” A familiar voice startled you. It was soothing to hear, unique to the ear but comforting at the same time. You looked up. It was the boy with darker hair, the one who had spilled your tea. The one you had been waiting for.

“The one I’ve been waiting 21 years, 2 months, 7 days, 52 minutes and 11 seconds for.” He remarked, before offering a hand to you. You stood upright, mouth gaping but unable to utter a sound as you grasped his outreached hand. It was rough but warm, something like his neutral expression but his contrastingly teasing tone. He was wearing a white hoodie, with a ripped denim jacket and matching torn jeans and white shoes. It’s so similar to my outfit, you thought. He smiled at you, and a triangle of beauty marks on his cheek caught your attention.  “It would be nice if you could talk to me too. I thought I was going to be single–”

You cut him off with a constricting hug, arms wrapped around his lean but sturdy frame. He tensed in surprise, before a hand reached up to stroke your dark hair. Tears framed your eyelashes once more as you hiccuped pathetically. He laughed at the sight, and it sounded like music to your ears. You loved the way he smelled like cotton, and how his hair was messy and fell perfectly around his face. You loved how tall he was, how his tongue poked out just a little when he laughed, and how willingly he made you drop your former grudge. 

“You’re still a clumsy ass.” You mutter, and he rose an eyebrow at you. Wrong words to say. “I mean you still ruined my art and made me think I didn’t have a soulmate and I hate how cute you are now that I forgave you and I’m so glad I finally met you but I was so scared I didn’t know it was you until it was too late and–”

“You really need to breathe.” He remarked, before wrapping his arms around you. It was a warm embrace, something you had been waiting for all your life. He simply felt like home. “I never thought the first words I would ever hear from my future wife would be that I’m a clumsy ass. Colorful language. I assume my future is about to get a lot brighter.” You blush out of embarrassment, but mentally check off that it would be hard to win an argument with him. He simply had a way of making his words humorous and direct. 

“Can I at least have your name before I can agree to be your wife? I think you’re proposing a little too fast there,” you counter. He grinned even wider at this, a warm glint in his eyes as he peered into your face. He was obviously admiring it, and you blush a deeper shade of red, much to his delight. He cleared his throat slightly.

“I’m Ong Seongwoo. I’m a student who majors in dance and theatre from one of the visiting colleges. I’m graduating this year and this is my last college performance. And I’m so glad you made it.” 

Posters {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and Shawn visit your childhood home to meet your parents and there is a poster of him on your bedroom wall 

author’s note// hey guys for once in a friggin blue moon i kinda like a request!!

masterlist 

You met Shawn by complete and utter chance. The chance was that your older sister had decided to take you to Paris for your senior trip. Well, it was in the summer after you had graduated, but it still counted as your senior trip, and you weren’t arguing. You were going to Paris, for crying out loud!

You expected to see some cute French boys, hoping to make out with some French boys, as you had just broken up with your long term boyfriend because he was moving away for college, and he didn’t want to do the long distance thing. 

You met a cute boy, that’s for sure. He was just Canadian instead of French. Shawn was filming part of a music video for “There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back.” His features caught your eye, but you instantly knew he was famous. You hated to admit that you were actually quite the fan, and even went to one of his concerts some years ago. You saw him with a girl, seemingly his girlfriend, and thought you had seen something you weren’t supposed to see. You thought that Shawn was the biggest douchebag you had ever met when he came over to try and hit on you. You almost threw your drink in his face, non-alcoholic since your sister refused to buy you an actual drink. 

“Wait no calm down!” He stifled a chuckle, holding his hands up, seemingly incredibly embarrassed from the scene you had just caused in the middle of an outdoor restaurant. “I’m not dating her, I’m actually filming a music video and she plays my opposite. Not anything serious you can ask her yourself if you want.” He chuckled, and you fell deep in. Shawn told you he was there for the rest of the week, and oddly enough, so were you. The rest of that week, you were with Shawn.

Your sister, of course, only minded for a couple of hours until she found herself a European bar tender whose muscles would put football players to shame. It felt like it was a whirlwind, and Shawn even tried to suggest to his producers you be the leading lady in this music video. Of course, they turned him down in rather a hurry, knowing it would cause an uproar in his fanbase. The whole week was a complete dream, Shawn taking you places all around Paris, the romance was absolutely indescribable. You felt yourself falling into an intense and deep love for some pop singer you had just met only days ago. He took you to restaurants, he took you to the top of the Eiffel tower, he took you everywhere you had dreamed to go with a man such as himself. You basically soared around on pure infatuation, and you never wanted it to end. He never wanted it to end. 

“Come with me.” He had whispered in your ear as you were tangled together in his hotel room, completely exposed to one another, only the moonlight illuminating the room. 

“I can’t.” You tangled your fingers with his sloppily, pulling his fingers around, taking in every curve of his skin, every wrinkle of his body. “Come home with me.” You suggested, almost emptily. You never in a million years expected to hear this word come out of Shawn’s mouth at a moment such as this one, and agreeing to something almost absurd. 

“Okay.” He buried his head in your hair, peppering kisses across your neck. 

“What?” You raised your voice, almost destroying the quiet beautiful mood that had been created in this penthouse hotel room Shawn had been staying in, and you had been staying in, during his stay in Paris. 

“I’ll come home with you. I can only stay for a few days, but I will and maybe then you can come with me or something we will make it work, honey I promise.” With those absolutely heart wrenching words, you crashed your lips into his. After that, the romantic mood was put back into the room. 

Shawn was going to come home with you. Shawn was going to meet your parents. Shawn was going to see your house. The idea put your stomach in knots, though other things helped with that as well. 

The next morning came, both of your bags packed, and an extra ticket back to your home state. You had no idea how he had scored it, and though it was no where close to your seat, he had gotten a ticket on a sold out flight. The entire flight was spent you losing all of the shit you had in your body over the fact that your possible boyfriend was about to meet your family after one week together. How in the world do you explain to your parents that you met a freaking pop star in the midst of a trip with your sister. Of course your sister was crying about the man she had seemingly ‘fallen in love’ with that bartender and she called your mother, asking if she could stay, and she had said no because you were still only seventeen and couldn’t get on a plane without a legal adult, and though you vouched for Shawn counting, it was still a no. 

Of course, it was a hassle getting Shawn on here without his security or his manager, since they were to meet him to pick him up to get back on tour. It was going to be incredibly hard going out and being with Shawn without the extensive amount of security. 

The real hassle was getting off of the plane. Your sister was moping next to you as you scurried to the front to make sure you met up with Shawn in time. You quickly slid your hand into Shawn’s, your fingers tangling around one another. He had to look down, his hood pulled up so he could disguise himself, making sure no crazed girls recognized him and tried to kill you. It would honestly be a threat against your life if you held Shawn’s hand in public. 

“I’m nervous.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear as you made your way down the skinny hall, your sister grumpily trailing behind the two of you. He gave your hand a tiny squeeze and leaned over, having to crouch just a little bit too, since you were a good bit shorter than him. 

“Don’t be.” He pressed a tiny kiss on your temple, and you heard your sister start to make faux vomiting noises. “It’ll be just fine, I promise. I’ll behave.” He growled a little bit, jokingly mainly. 

“My parents aren’t home.” You nudged him, you yourself halfway joking. Your parents weren’t home. Your mom and dad would be at work until dinner time, you had both known that. Of course, it hadn’t been a prominent issue before, but now it put a pit of excitement in both of your stomachs. 

“Well in that case, we better hurry back.” Shawn actually growled this time, and you were almost certain that this time he wasn’t even a quarter joking. He picked up the pace, making sure you got your bags and you were out of that airport and in your sister’s car in a matter of almost seconds. Well, obviously not, but that is exactly what it felt like. You felt Shawn’s hands trailing up and down your thigh, and your skin started to ache for his touch. 

“Shawn.” You warned when his hand was trailing too high for your liking just yet. He threw his hands up in defeat almost. He wasn’t one to push you further than you were open to, but you physically could not wait until the two of you got home. You had two whole hours, since you had physically begged your sister to go visit a friend or something until your parents got home. It only cost you your next paycheck, but it was worth it. Oh, hell it was going to be worth it. 

The second you got home, you both didn’t bother to get your luggage, knowing your sister would be back in a couple of hours. 

“Don’t fuck each other too hard.” Your sister grumbled, pulling out of your driveway and off to her best friend’s house, probably to go on and on about that bartender guy for what would feel like years. But that was no longer your issue, you grabbed hold of Shawn’s hands and you basically sprinted inside the house, and you were instantly pressed against a wall, Shawn’s lips attached to your neck, most likely leaving dark marks on your skin. 

“Shawn.” You groaned, tilting your head back. You were nervous almost, but the nerves melted away as you felt his hands travel underneath your shirt. 

“Can we go up to your room? I really want to see it.” He mumbled against your skin, his teeth nipping at the skin, causing shivers to run through your body. You grabbed his fingers and laced your fingers with his and led him upstairs, him trailing excitedly behind you. The moment you stepped into your bedroom, Shawn didn’t really take much time to look at you room before he pushed you down onto your bed, his lips attaching themselves to the other side of your neck since the other already had numerous bruises forming. You let out soft moans as his hands traveled around your body, yours holding firmly to his torso. After a while, his lips completely left your skin. 

“Shawn.” You whined, your body beginning to ache again. Much to your surprise, you felt Shawn start to chuckle on top of you. 

“Hey, sweetie?” He let out another giggle, which was so out of character for him. 

“What?” You sighed, running your hands up and down his sides. 

“Is that a poster of me on your wall?” He lost it in a fit of laughter, and you instantly felt your cheeks redden. You had completely forgotten that you had hung that poster up some months ago and you could barely breathe. “That’s adorable.” He added after some silence and him noticing how incredibly embarrassed you were. 

“Oh, fuck off.”

author’s note// Y’ALL I FUCKING SAW SHAWN TONIGHT HE WAS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND HE SANG LIKE AN ANGEL I AM SO LUCKYY I HAVE SEEN HIM ON EVERY TOUR BLESS UP I LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

anonymous asked:

describe how each high school year by semester went for you

9th grade: We don’t call it a play date anymore, it is hanging out, hanging by our toes like wet lipped fruit bats, like jungle gym monkey kids. Young and swollen. Blood, immature blood, pink blood, fresh meat blood pepto bismol up the wazoo, and spit under my bed. Code names aren’t for spies, they’re for 14 year old girls with googley eyes, not that we needed them. Kevin and Grace, Ellie and Joshua, Paloma and Matt which is weird because I’m hot for him, and they kinda look like siblings. Pink shorts, black tights, Jimmy Eat World, pizza bagels and lucky charms under a fresh white linen morning like detergent sealed crust between my eyelids, you tore them open. I mean, not yet. But soon. I discover neon sex scenes, Sky Ferreira, and Skins and this is where the final hopscotch box stops; at the end of the subway platform. This is where I’m supposed to jump. Monkey balls fall on our heads as we walk home, and autumn leaves crunch like drum line snare beats. All godless girls with snakes and cherry lollipops and 9 millimeters pointed at our clits, Bend it Like Beckham under your itchy wool blankets, Alice’s mom thinks I’m cool, and I stay for dinner and crack some risky jokes like a fox among wolves. (I think he looks at me when I look away). Me and Hana FaceTime I take screenshots of her dancing with her cat. The girls who play soft ball in short shorts, the girls who call them sluts, the boys who watch. We dance through rainbows in the sprinklers on the way to the Homecoming dance and pretend we don’t care we don’t have dates. We’re floating in the cytoplasm, floating on the cotton candy overdose cause our parents drop us off at the bowling alley but we are too loyal to sneak out the back. We pool our money every Friday after school for the spring break road trip we’re going on when Hana gets a car, and one of us has lost our virginity, and none of us are scared of the dark.

Miss Budd yelled at me for not standing for the pledge of allegiance, and I was 4 years old again. My English teacher held me back, and held my hand, and gave me a safety pin for my missing button, and told me it would be. Okay.

10th grade: We were on the news that year. Cristo’s curls on KTLA, solemn, and not the boy cross eyed and high with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly we’re all standing up straight, suddenly we’re being told we can’t wear leggings because somebody posted a video of Penelope having sex with Max on Facebook. Suddenly we’re underground in the girls locker room (red varsity knee socks, Dina drowning the spider nests with Victoria’s Secret rose perfume, humid with shame and lesbian suspicion) holding our arms in front of our naked breasts, single file like ants for the syphilis test. The boys who drew penises in fire and salt on the soccer field grass, like druid frat boys, but not the boys who put gorilla glue in the classroom locks, and not the boys who wrote their hit list in the red pen on the back of Mr. Chan’s syllabus and ended up in court, who called in a bomb threat, just to get the test pushed back. We all took turns getting our ghosts exorcized in the principals office. It was pompeii and pandemonium, and nobody was safe, not even us girls sleeping wrapped in the dust of library encyclopedias. You moved away from me like I was illiciting the restless black dreams on your grandmas shitty air mattress. The sheets are clean enough, but this attic is haunted, you keep waking up in the middle of the night to your body sinking like a pirate ship caught by the Kraken, the floor gnawing at your bones again so you just. Got up. And slept somewhere else. My English teacher held me back, and told me I was a good writer but don’t be so angry, and I cried right there, and she gave me a kleenex from her Shakespeare tissue holder and I blew this stupid pain head first out of my nose. I never told you about that. Maybe if I had you would’ve felt bad for me and stayed a little longer. But you hung out with those buckwild kids under the spot by the willow tree, and it was easy. it was just snuffing out an annoyance. A mosquito licking the ruby of your earrings that you shooed away. Our birthstones were both rubies, you know, we were twin cancers with balmy skin and busted appendixes, the aliens took you once and the only explanation was a scar on your spine, and I reckon I should’ve known they’d come back for you.

(You are gonna tell your kids about these cherry cola years of golden suburbia, and midnight blue debauchery snapping teenage knees, and furrow your brow forgetting the name of the girl you spent the first two calling your best friend.) You cheered at football games. You got drunk with them at night, and you were bursting and missing teeth like a watermelon smile, you rubbed up against each other like cats they touched you in all the right places and you didn’t text me anymore. You went to sleepovers and posted photos on Instagram, I wasn’t invited, I thought this bullshit was supposed to stop happening in elementary school. All the things we thought would never happen, lockdown drills, fire drills, earthquake drills and we still weren’t prepared. It was. Pandemonium. It was. Chemical fires in Mr. Dow’s science class. And me and my plans were just. so fucking boring standing next to your cherry blossom hurricane. You didn’t wait for me after class anymore and I just. Looked so stupid trying to catch up. Blood, mature blood, cows blood in the manure for the roses to eat. Black blood, like storm sky, I dish out this milkshake I pick the scab and I lick the blood away. Thomas comes out and dubs himself the gay cliche, we walk home together on the yellow brick road, and we pray a tornado will land the school library on our corpses so we can die with those sparkly shoes on. Those ruby shoes on. The Fates gagged me with a pack of jolly ranchers. I got straight A’s while Rome was falling. Nobody has ever made me feel so small.

11th grade: New school. The kids talk different here. Depression in California is like getting a cold in mid-July. So ironic it’s almost insulting. I’m pretty sure it was raining all year, but don’t count on it, I lived sub-terrestrialy with my mothers tulip bulbs. Today’s Wednesday? I thought it was Friday? I thought yesterday was Sunday? Depression in California is like running after a rabbit in the woods. It doesn’t matter how sunny it is, you will suddenly look up and it’s night, and the trees are not your friends, even when they are as skinny and shaky as you. You will get stuck in the swamp, leave your shoes behind, and not even remember why you were out here in the first place.

Headache. Stomach ache. Lots of those, those are easy to fake. Menstrual cramps, vomiting, gut wrenching, kinda vomiting. A personal favorite. I got to get my hands dirty for that one, I got to reach for the gag reflex like a remote control and press fast forward and feel my arc capsizing, until the static buzzed and I was pale like southern gothic tragedy, I’m not bulimic I just don’t wanna go to school. Depression in California is like an abandoned zoo. Everything echoing animal shrieks. They set them free but the cages were empty long before that. I make some friends, nice ones who laugh at my jokes, and I feel like I should get a sticker for it, but I do more nervous shaking than laughing.

Depression in California is like a badly maintenanced carnival. We’ve gone around the ferris wheel 8 times now and nobody seems to notice. The cotton candy polluting my blood, running slow and globby while the kids below spin, the kids drop, the kids could die, but they just giggle hand in hand with smiling clowns who pump them full of teeth rotting sweets, the winking lights are blurry this far away, and it feels like eons before we’ll get back to the bottom. I’m out of tokens. I think I’m just gonna jump.  

12th grade: Trump won. I think I might like girls. My dad jokes about his own death so I know what it means to be angry now, like femurs forged from the goddamn ring of Isildur. Is this what’s normal now? Fucking boys who are oil slick and easy living, and lose my socks in their dorm rooms? Meet them for diner food and xans on the weekend, and everything just temporary? Is that just what everybody wants now? My brother got a green card marriage, but I guess he loves her for real now. We watch the Walking Dead until the streetlights glaze over our eyes, he asks me if I have a boyfriend, no. If I’ve had any since I last saw him, no. If no is my favorite word, yes. Thing is I’ve never been anyone’s girl cause I’ve got a volcano where I should have a stomach. I know what it is to live on the red planet. But I ignore all that and go to concerts that bleed beer and swoon for boys who drink the blood. I guess we’re used to falling off of things so we do it on purpose now. It’s not over but I know how it’s gonna end. Cracked skull, and police lights. And to the break of dawn on Brandon’s roof, boxers stained with mayonnaise, and Deadpool is probably his favorite movie or some dumb white boy shit like that. I’m not gonna cry when I leave for college, I’m gonna cry at the car rental watching the sun bleed out on the trees. I’m gonna cry in the knothole of an oak tree, hiding from the freshman mixer party in the woods I knew I shouldn’t have come to once the social anxiety starts clawing up soaked in the gallon of strawberry Crush I downed to calm myself down. You know, in some other parallel universe, my parents never divorced and we dispute where the sugar pantry should be at inopportune times, and I don’t straight jacket myself with the echoplex sound of my mother screaming over my dead body just to not inhale the chlorox under the sink. I was so bloody, I just wanted to be clean.

I thought it was like the 80’s, the rusty exhaust pipe of Matt’s car turning the snow black while he’s wasting time daydreaming of my piston pumping sloppy hips, and rumored things that happen in the backseat, and kicking cans in no particular direction, and first love sticky and first love stabbed into your kidney and you never really recover. I thought it was sixteen candles, and say anything, but it’s getting bloodshot squirrelly smoking hash in the disabled bathroom stall. It’s a personality disorder grown up from the ground like a mushroom that is poison to the touch, and thrown away birthday presents, and valentines day balloons stuck in the trees. It’s dropping the last slice of college acceptance celebration cake on the floor for your dogs breakfast, and cartoon rain puddles for eyes talking about how scary it is to drive on the freeway. Karina and Maddie rough housing like pit bulls in fifth period cause we don’t do shit in that class and pretending that we are not all gonna be strangers in 6 weeks before we. Before we. Please don’t make me say it out loud.

My English teacher held me back, and told me to make up the quiz I missed, and that was the only time I will ever be happy that some strangers just stay that way. And Daddy, I will miss you when you leave me, and Daddy I will meet you in the next life you just gotta wait for me ok?

I am not the kind of girl people have crushes on. I am the kind of girl who can survive 18 stealing food from parties, couch surfing, living like a lightning bolt. There one minute, and gone the next.

3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)

SHAMELESS REPOST BC I GOT A FEW NICE COMMENTS ON MY OTHER FIC AND NO ONE SAW THIS ONE BECAUSE I DIDN”T VERIFY MY ACCOUNT THROUGH MY EMAIL WHEN I POSTED IT I HOPE YOU LIKE ASDGFHFUCK THIS IS KINDA SHIT BC IT WAS THE FIRST DEH FIC I WROTE IDK

3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)

3000+ words

Ps: im bad at revising

TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide

You saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a text. You knew it was probably Connor.

“You can get your phone, it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t get over it.

“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were right, it was Connor.

7 messages from Connor

hey

(Y/N)

what are you up to

i’m bored

my parents aren’t home

heeeeey

you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit

You couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid. You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So, your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.)  lyrics on one of his data sheets.

“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.

“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.

“Yeah, Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.”  Connor smiled at this, agreeing silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form. Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort. This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out boy lyrics to be honest.

Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.

6 messages from Connor:

Are you alive

Shit

no that’s ridiculous

of course you are

(Y/N)????

you never not text me

You texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.

im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE

You snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.

1 message from Connor:

gross

you’re heartless

4 messages from Connor:

i know

guess i’ll go hang with my other friends

sigh

woe is me

shut up nerd

if you want, come babysit

1 message from Connor:

hell fucking no

well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame

2 messages from Connor:

you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you

i’ll be over in ten

You smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush. Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet. But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.

“Connor?”

“What…” he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different topic.

“You know what today is?”

“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”

“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”

“No what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like, Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead album?”

“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

“No”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”

“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”

“What? What the fuck is that shit?”

“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”

“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.

“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”

“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”

“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”

“How is it three months?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how do you figure?”

“Oh… It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first bonded was creepy.

“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were even in his dreams.

“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”

“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”

“Friend things.” you sneered

“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.

“I don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had to be the foundation.

“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”

“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”

“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”

“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”

“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”

“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do you want me over for this stupid celebration.”

“Well if you think it’s stupid-”

Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”

“6.”

“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.

That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.

“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”

“You’ve said that after every single game.”

“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”

“Sure.”

“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”

“Of course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.

“I’m going to beat you next week.”

“Next week?”

“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.

“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.

“Then, It’s a date.”

“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.

You froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did feel wounded.

“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth time.” he said, a little too aggressively.

“You good?”

“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.

“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”

You didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light. That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.

You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.

“Unope!” he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?! He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red, you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.

“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.

“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.

You throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.

“I least he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his nose red from the cold approaching winter air.

“False!” you yelled out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.

“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”

You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”

“You totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you lost.”

“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky. His legs were skinnier than yours.

“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.

“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”

“How do I pick it up.”

“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”

Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.

“Both our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.

“You know until L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.” you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and started to build.

You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”

Connor smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep coloring.

“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on your back.

“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before she goes a little stir crazy.”

Connor catches up to you on the steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach dropped.

Shit. You really liked Connor.

You realized you were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself. You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly, thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table, realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the paper, turning it over.

It was you. Where you were sitting, coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look so beautiful. It was so…  realistic. And, just amazing.

“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.

“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.

“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.

“No, I have questions.”

“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”

“What did Carter tell you.”

“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”

“Just tell me, Connor.”

“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”

“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”

“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.

“Tell me how you feel about me.”

Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”

“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,

You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.

“Never. You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.

“You’re so dense, Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6 months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of you. It was perfect.

“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.

“Talk to us when you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his room.

“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.

“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”

Faded(Namjoon AMBW Smut)

{Text From: Pikachu}

Hey are you up?

{Text to: Pikachu} Yeah, I’m up, you know I never sleep late monster, or I try not to.

{Text From: Pikachu} Yeah I know.. I need to drive, down for a ride tonight?

{Text to Pikachu} You know I’m down, come pick me up? I’ll be ready when you be there.

{Text From: Pikachu} Alright princess, I’ll see you soon.

You smiled softly to yourself as you hopped up from your bed throwing your phone down onto the sheets. Moving to start stripping slowly you slipped on a two-piece lingerie set that was a soft purple, the lace texture showing off your nipples and if you looked hard enough your pussy could have been seen though the fabric as well. You gripped at one of Namjoon’s black hoodies that he seemed to leave at your house whenever he crashed for the night and slipped it on your body. Hearing your phone ring you knew he was outside so you put on black thigh high socks not wanting to put on pants and give away the surprise plus if things were going like you planned pants would only get in the way tonight. You moved to the bathroom undoing your hair from the high ponytail you were going to sleep in, letting it fall loose and frame your face you gave yourself a once over and a big smile to pep yourself up before you were grabbing at your phone and keys making your way from your room to the front where you slipped on Nike slides that he brought you and went outside. Namjoon was in a black car, something he always came to pick you up in when he needed to get away. No one besides the members and you knew about this car so it was easier for him to sneak around in it. Smiling at him, you opened the passenger’s door and got in sitting in the seat almost snuggling against the soft seat.

“You look beautiful as always.” Namjoon complimented as you moved to place on your seatbelt causing your face to heat up and you were thankful the light was dying down.

“And you look just handsome and ever so fine.” You commented looking over at him. His brown hair was away from his forehead and styled more on the messy side, his tanned skin glowing as the light faded. He had on gray sweats and a black V-neck showing off his skin and his arms. Teasing him you lightly pinched on his muscles and he chuckled starting to drive off.

“Someone has jokes.” He rolled his eyes and you shrugged looking out of the window.

“Part of the reason you fall for me every time.” You muttered out lifting your feet to rest against the dashboard looking out the window.

“And you know that’s not the only reason why.” He answered back moving his right hand to pat your thigh and grip at the inside of your left thigh as he drove.

You and Namjoon had been involved with each other a little over a year or so now. It started when you bumped into him smoking outside of a convenient store. You had wanted to spazz over him so bad but seeing him tense up as you stood frozen in front of the idol with the brown stick between his lips, you simply smirked and collected yourself walking past him whispering ‘put that out before you get caught’. You didn’t care that he smoked weed, who should it was his life. But knowing that you got to see him, and not react in such a way that he expected made you happy. Thinking you would never see him again you decided to attend a concert that the boys held in Seoul but you didn’t go onstage to meet them, you didn’t want to you only wanted to see him, the dimpled cutie. And from the way he looked at you, it was confirmation he remembered you. He chased you once he spotted your body leaving the venue. A little flustered he tried to get his words out, checking out your body his eyes were eager to roam your frame and your face last. “Want to hang out some time?” Was all it took for him to ask you before the both of you were bonding and getting to know each other. He called you up whenever he was stressed and needed to vent and smoke or just to fuck. And you single and currently working your job to live comfortable and pay bills, needed someone who could help you relieve stress since you weren’t involved with anyone. Namjoon was your best friend if you had to put it in to words. Just a best friend that you fucked until you couldn’t move or vice versa. Some nights there was cuddling too, it wasn’t always sexual between the two of you it was just something that you both loved doing and took advantage of.

Your head swirled around the male beside you, with one hand propped up against your cheek as your elbow pressed slightly against the fogging window you studied him from the corner of your eyes. How he was quiet yet biting on his bottom lip thinking intensely about something. Eyebrows furrowed slightly as his dimpled started to deepen with each nibble to his pink lips that he took. Your nose picked up on the soft smell of his cologne that bounced off the air waves of the car. He was so beautiful when he was quiet and even when he talked, his brown hair just resting there looking so soft like silk and a silent shudder overtook your body becoming littered with goosebumps as your mind wandered south.

“Will you ever stop watching me and just tell me what’s on your mind?” Namjoon asked chuckling softly as he made a few more turns before letting the black car move between a pair of trees that faced part of the Han River. Your face broke from the expressionless state you tried to keep it in. Your lips twitching tilting up in the corners placing a smile on your features. Your eyes focused on the lights that decorated the bridge going across the river before you looked over at the male who was leaning back against the black leather seats watching you.

“I can’t help it, you’re so beautiful Namjoon you know that I will always fawn over you and I rather do it quietly than be like every other fan girl..” You felt a soft pout adorn your features as quick as the smile had been there. Namjoon chuckled moving his hand from your thigh up towards your cheek, cupping it softly he tiled your head so that you watched him.

“I love that you watch me. But when you go quiet on me of course I worry just like you do me. Everything is fine though isn’t it?” He asked softly his deep voice making you feel reassured and calm. You knew he was caring but he was also trying to get out of opening up like always.

“Kim Namjoon. I appreciate your concern but at the moment I’m not going through anything you are now start talking.” You said a bit sternly but you leaned over to press a soft kiss against his pink lips before you pulled back to rest against the seat. Namjoon sighed heavily seeing that he hadn’t won, nodding his head he let you go leaning back against the seat looking out of the window.      

“We don’t have to talk if it’s that bad.” You tried to reassure him a bit, your hand coming up to rub across his shoulder blades and he smiled at you comfortingly finding peace at how slow and gentle you took him. He shook his head stating he would open up, licking on his lips he slowly started to speak.

You sat there and listened to his problems and concerns. Majority of his complaints weren’t that serious, just his thoughts that every person gets but some things made you worry and you had to remind him to always put his best food forward. You knew he was possible of achieving great things and you just needed him to believe it as well. He was afraid of somethings which was understandable and while he talked you made sure to pay attention reassuring him when you really needed to. Letting him have the floor though you made sure to not interrupt him while he vented his heart out. You admired his strength and the way his mind seemed to work about things. You loved a man with brains and beauty just like you were sure all men loved. Namjoon finally finished his long spew looking over at you with heavy eyes and you shrugged giving him your last piece of advice.

“You know what needs to be done. So do it, go for it and chase it. Stop being so afraid to take a chance because well you just won’t know if you don’t try.” You leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the lips and you saw his brown eyes cast downwards towards your lips causing you to smirk.

“Damn, y/n. With you kissing me like that I don’t need the weed.” He chuckled but pulled the stick out of his pocket already rolled up. You fished your hoodie for the lighter, sparking it to life you pressed the fire against the blunt letting the end burn as the smoke started to fill up the car. Namjoon kept the windows rolled up so that the high could come faster. While he worked on taking a few puffs your hands reached for the radio plugging in your phone to turn on Red Bone by Childish Gambino. Namjoon let out a content sigh with your playlist a vibe setting between you two that always seemed to start out like this.

An hour later you two were both stoned, your eyes glossed and tension running high. You crossed your legs one over the other to stop the dampening wetness that was taking a damage on your panties as well as the throbbing and the constant clenching from the need to feel him buried inside of you. Namjoon however just sat there mind reeling about how good it would feel to have your wet lips around his shaft, both pair.  Your head tilted back and you released a soft groan, Now or Never was the next song that blared through the speakers. You felt the heat flood to your face, it was too much and you needed him too bad tonight to play the waiting game.

“Fuck this shit.” You muttered out causing Namjoon to sit up about to question if something was wrong but in no time, you were straddling his lap your hands moving to tangle into his hair as your lips crashed together in a heated kiss. He groaned against your lips his large hands moving to grip at your hips pulling you closer to him. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, nibbling on the plump flesh and his tongue interrupted sliding into your mouth dancing against one another. You mewled in pleasure letting his tongue explore your wet canvas and flick over every ounce of space, your hips rolled down against his causing a shiver to trail down your spine at how good the friction felt. The lace panties you had on were very thin and you were feeling the outline of his hardened shaft pressing against your folds. He let you take the pace, knowing how to control his urge he let you dry hump him, loving how needy you were and how your body moved against his. He loved feeling like you were just needy for him. He loved how you couldn’t stop rocking your hips against his wanting more of him, the soft whimpers that passed from your lips to his. How your hands gripped at his hair to tug on the silk locks causing a grunt to leave his lips. One of his hands moved up to grip at your breast, fondling you through your bra and over the hoodie he felt for your nipple teasing you with soft touches. His free hand slipping under the hoodie, gripping at the panties he pulled on them until they were sliding between your ass cheeks. He moved both his hands back down, gripping at both of your ass cheeks he slapped them once before planting his feet down against the floor of the car properly grinding up against your heat. He moved his lips down to your jaw grazing it with his teeth before he moved to suck on your neck, creating blistering dark purple hickeys on your brown skin. Bruises that would stay on your skin for a while after this. He was a bit possessive of you and though no one outside of the members knew what lives you had mixed into each other, he took pride knowing when you went to work they all knew that someone was pounding your pussy the right way. Namjoon gripped at your ass cheeks tighter lightly bouncing you on his lap until he was shifting his hips lightly to press his outline against your clit, pressing your hips down hard against his he was able to rock upwards and rub against your clit the stimulation causing your head to tilt back as you cried out, your pussy clenching tightly as your toes curled in the socks, it didn’t take you long before you were cumming, ruining your panties and become a flustered mess on his lap. Namjoon chuckled helping you grind your hips until your high was passed.

“You always cum so easily for me on that first round. I love it.” He moved back to press a sweet kiss against your forehead.

“Fuck you.” You muttered pulling back from him to get in the space between his legs.

“That’s what you’re going to do in a bit yes.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, hands moving to grip at his shorts and you slipped them down his legs not surprised by the fact that he didn’t have on boxers. You moved to grip at his shaft, pumping it a few times before you licked up the salty sweet precum, your tongue swirling and rubbing against the sensitive slit. Namjoon cursed silently trying to keep his hips from bucking but it was hard with how you teased him and how he remembered your mouth feeling. You continued to pump him for a few strokes until your mouth was opening wider to take him down your throat. You started to suck on the head of his shaft harshly like it was a lollipop before you were sliding more of him into the warmth of your canvas. Sucking eagerly on his shaft you looked up at him with your wide eyes taking in the sight before you. He moved a hand to grip at your hair dictating the movements of your head. He watched you with lust blown eyes biting on those gorgeous lips as he concentrated on watching you suck his dick. Your tongue swirled around him searching for the spots to press against that you knew would make his toes curl. Your tongue lapped at him, slurping noises were falling form your lips as you slurped up the excess spit, feeling some drip from your lips to your chin but you didn’t care. Your free hand moved to grip at his balls fondling and playing with them. You felt them tighten as his cock throbbed and you pulled back with a wet pop shaking your head left to right.

“You’re not cumming without me.”

“Because you haven’t already?” He snarled back slightly jerking you into his lap which you loved for him to do. He gripped at the hems of the hoodie mumbling a ‘take this shit off’ as he stripped you and threw the hoodie into the back seat becoming speechless as he looked at the set you had on. You felt a surge of pride through your system, moving to situate yourself but before you could Namjoon ripped the panties from one side of your body enough to free your pussy just enough for him to slam up into you causing a cry to ripple from your throat. Your hands moved to grip at his shirt as he started to pound into you with his hands on your hips. Slamming you down he bucked his hips up, the slapping noises being heard over the blare of the music in the car which was still kind of hazy. Namjoon was sometime impatient and right now you knew he wanted you to cum just as much as he wanted to chase his own orgasm. He leaned close biting on your nipples through your bra, sucking on the flesh until it was damp he circled his hips up snapping against yours. The car was rocking you were sure of it, and the thrill of anyone coming and catching you both in the act made it feel more arousing. Your pussy dripped with wetness the tight walls sucking in his dick deep into your walls, your hand moved to press against the fogged-up window as the other hand gripped at his hair. You cried out everything that you could think of but your mind was going blank, all that you knew was that it was nice to feel Namjoon giving you everything you missed while he was gone. One of his arms locked around your waist from behind as he brought the other hand to rub at your clit, tapping against the puckered wet pebble he looked up at you giving you a sloppy kiss as your teeth clashed together as well as your tongues.

“Joon-“ You croaked out with whatever strength you had left and he got the hint nodding his head he dropped you down in his lap smirking up at you.

“Finish yourself off.” He demanded as he leaned back watching you. His erection still pressing against your insides against your spot. You whined softly hating when he was like this. Moving to slide your arms out of the bra straps to free your breast, you let your hands move to grip his knees behind you. Slowly you lifted yourself up and dropped yourself back down, repeating the motions over again until you were getting faster. Fucking yourself on his dick and he watched as you slid his dick deep into your wet pussy the tight suction causing his mind to become muddied as well. He didn’t say too much just watch you, his hands moving to pinch at your nipples fondling them some more. You could feel the familiar knotting in your stomach, the whines that bubbled from your lips didn’t mask the high pitch needy cry that ripped from your throat as you came on his shaft, bouncing with as much strength as you could, your legs starting to slightly shake as your arms slowly gave out. Namjoon moved his hands up to grip at your hips continuing to pound up into you until he was pulling out of you sliding you down on his lap. You got the hint, pressing your wet pussy lips against him you ground your hips back and forth until he was cumming on the crack of your plush ass and onto his legs. The cum running down his angry shaft, you waited a minute before you moved to get back on your knees licking him clean and smiling sheepishly.

Once you were done, Namjoon held you in his lap you both naked and just basking in the quiet city, your highs both dying down within each other.

“Come back to my house for round two?” you asked him softly and he nodded his head kissing your lips.

“I’m in the mood for a bubble bath fuck session.”    

Workout 2.0 (m)

 inspired by this post

Word count: 4,005  of pure filth

Warning: Oral, dirty talk, explicit mentions of cum

continuation of Workout which can be found here!

Summary: In which Jeon Jeongguk mistakenly uses a Fleshlight as a sock.


“Noona, I’m sorry.”

“This isn’t something that can be fixed with a simple apology, you brat. Do you know how close Se Jung was to seeing that picture? If I’d been a second slower she would have seen it, and then what? I’ll be fired!!!”

Jeon Jeongguk looks appropriately guilty as he stares down at his lap, and he can’t bring himself to meet your gaze as you pace about the small walk in wardrobe adjoining the dance studio. Seeing him like this, so small and unconfident of himself, is a change from the usual cocky little maknae who struts around bullying his hyungs to no end. Watching him fiddle with the skin around his fingernails, you sigh in resignation.

“Well at least your face is kinda blurry. It could easily have been Minhyuk oppa.” 

Jeongguk perks up immediately. “Wait, what? Why would Minhyuk ‘oppa’ send you a dick pic? I thought you two broke up ages ago… and I’m 101% sure he’s way smaller than me anyway.”

You roll your eyes in disgust at his blatant show of confidence. “It’s not the size Kook, it’s how you use it that matters. Anyway, that’s not the point. You can’t keep sending me dick pics every time you’re horny! Do you realise how risky this is? I could lose my job!! And then how am I going to pay off my mountain load of uni debt?”

“Well, it got you here in under 5 minutes didn’t it?” When you shoot him a withering glare, Jeongguk reaches for your hand, stroking over your knuckles in a soothing manner. “Relax noona, I won’t do it again. How about we come up with a code? Like ‘The carrot stick has risen’ or ‘McKook in the house’?”

“What?! I’m not giving your dick a nickname!!” You hastily lower your voice when you remember that the other boys are still outside currently running through their concert choreo. “Even if your dick does resemble a carrot stick.”

Keep reading

You’re the Best Accident I’ve Ever Had

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Word Count: 1,067

‘Of course, it had to happen in America.’ Seokjin thought as he was hurried of to the hospital.

'At least it happened during the end of the concert.’ he tried to remain optimistic, but he still felt bad about his accident.

The concert was hyped, loud, and the fans and the members of BTS were having fun performing and interacting together, even through the language barrier. But he stepped in the wrong place, moved at the wrong time, and he stumbled in his dance, feeling a sharp pain in his ankle that caused him to fall down in pain. The managers were on him in an instant, helping him off stage as the crowd voiced there concerns. He remembered hearing Namjoon assure the fans that he’d be alright before he was shoved into one of the managers vans, zooming off to the closest hospital in Los Angeles. Seokjin felt guilty about his actions and he wished he could apologize to the fans about his silly mistake ruining everything.

He pushed the thought aside when they stopped in front of the emergency room, the manager guiding him in. There was a sign on the reception desk, and with his broken English he could make out “Ask, help, languages, and Korean”. Seokjin assumed that there were doctors here that spoke different languages to cater to the patients needs. He was correct when he heard his manager ask for a doctor that spoke Korean. He was quickly rushed into a hospital room and he sat on the examination table patiently with his manager waiting outside. The door opened and the doctor walked inside.

The doctor was really pretty Seokjin concluded; she was about his age, she wore the long coats that doctors wore and it showcased her legs nicely, and her smile almost blinded him.

’This is the best accident ever.’ Jin thought and he smiled back enthusiastically

"H-Hi! I’m Seokjin.” he spoke slowly in English and the doctor smiled even wider when she heard him speak.

“That was good Mr. Kim, but you understand I can speak Korean fluently, correct?” she said in Korean, her lips quirking upwards when Seokjin blushed and affirmed her statement in his native language.

“So, why don’t you tell me why you’re here?” she started, taking out the arm wrapped to measure his blood pressure.

“Oh, I was performing, and I kinda stumbled during the dance and fell. I think I twisted my ankle.”  he said sheepishly as she took his blood pressure and temperature.

“I see, so you’re a dancer?” she asked. Her tone of voice wasn’t mocking and she seemed genuinely interested in him, which made Seokjin’s heart flutter.

“No, no, I’m a singer. I’m in a band though, and I kinda have to dance during our performances.” he explained, and the doctor hummed in acknowledgement, throwing him a small smile. She placed her stethoscope under his shirt and asked him to breathe in and out slowly.

“If you don’t mind me prying, what band?” she asked, moving the stethoscope around to hear his heart beat in different places.

“BTS.” Seokjin said proudly and the doctor smirked.

“I thought so, my niece has your posters on her wall at home, she really admires you and your group, she always raves about Jimin. She plays your music a lot, 'Coffee’ and 'Outro: Wings’ are my personal favorites.” the doctor said, writing down his pulse rate before grabbing a small chair that, when she sat down, put her in line with his ankle. Seokjin chuckled, a small smile adorning his features when he heard the doctor was a fan.

“Most of the younger girls love our Jiminie. He’s so talented. What about you miss? Since you seem to know our group?” he asked. The doctor looked up at him and smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she pulled up the leg of his pants slightly.

“Let me look at your ankle Seokjin.” she said, examining his ankle carefully. She did this for a few minutes before rising.

“It’s just a sprain. Nothing too bad, I’ll have to wrap it up and you’ll have to be on crutches for a little while, but couldn’t been much worse.” she said, grabbing the wrapping bandages underneath the counter by the sink before sitting back down.

“I’d give you a proper thanks, but I never caught your name.” Seokjin teased, and the doctor clicked her tongue playfully.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” she said, wrapping up his ankle in methodical motions. She cut off the wrapping when it was tight enough, and taped it off.

“I’ll be back with some crutches.” she said. When Y/N opened the door, the rest of BTS came storming in, checking up on their oldest member. Y/N laughed and walked out, giving the boys some time.

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asked, hopping up next to him on the table.

“Yeah, yeah, totally.” he said airily.

“Your cheeks are red.” Taehyung teased, poking them gently.

“Yah, respect your elders.” Seokjin said, but his words weren’t laced with harm or seriousness. There was a knock at the door and Y/N returned into the room with the crutches in her arms. The boys looked at her and she bent down into a bow.

“Here. Rest up your foot and don’t move so much, alright.” she said, handing Seokjin the crutches.

“You speak Korean? Awesome!” Jimin said in awe, making Y/N giggle and Jin glare at the mochi-like boy.

“I do. Would you mind if I got a picture? My niece would never let me live if she knew you all were here.” Y/N said sheepishly. The band agreed and posed quickly for a picture in the small examination room.

“Doctor L/N, you never did tell me who your favorite was.” Seokjin said as the guys filed out of the room. Y/N helped him into his crutches, holding him up with one arm, the other hand holding the autographs she had gotten for her niece as well. When he was situated, Y/N looked up at him and smiled.

“You.” she spoke softly. Seokjin’s smile brightened the room.

“Here,” he said, grabbing her hand and the pen resting on the counter, scribbling his number on the back of her hand. “Call me sometime? I’d like to hear from you again.” Y/N nodded, her cheeks lightly rising with color.

“As long as you don’t come back to me with a sprained ankle.” she teased, and Seokjin, still holding Y/N’s hand, kissed her knuckles softly.

“Deal.”

SILVER SPOON: Part 7 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

 A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol)
Office au
Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: So this was a fairly short update x) and depending on the snow storm we’re supposed to have today to tomorrow, this may or may not be my last update until next week. I’m going to a concert Friday and having a Kpop sleepover this weekend (woot~) so I won’t have time to sit and write x_x that’s why I wanted to leave you guys with another update before the weekend! Enjoy ~

Originally posted by ultranicolet

           "Y/N.“

           You flinched when you looked up to find Yoongi standing in front of your desk. Hurriedly, you stood up flustered. "Y-yes, M-Mr. Min?”

           "You okay?“ Yoongi frowned. "I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes.”

           You felt yourself warm considerably. “I-I’m fine. Just concentrated.”

           "You’re all red. Do you have a fever?“ Yoongi reached out and touched your forehead, which would’ve spurred you to burst into flames, if you were secretly a phoenix or if humans were suddenly capable of combusting into fire when feelings became too overwhelming. "You’re so warm!”

           He cupped your cheeks worriedly. “Your entire face!”

           "I- I- just need some fresh air.“ You stepped back away from his grasp, your heart beating way too quickly; you were afraid someone would need to call an ambulance if you lingered near him any longer.

           "I’ll walk around with you.” He offered. “What if you faint or something?”

           You chuckled nervously. “You need to prepare for the meeting. I’ll be okay. Maybe it’s just hot flashes or something.”

           "It’s a bit too early for menopause don’t you think?“ he teased.

           You snorted and bowed politely before hurrying out.


           Ever since your revelation during the office party, you couldn’t look or speak to Yoongi directly. You were on edge so much that you freaked out whenever he appeared out of the blue or played around with you. But when he wasn’t looking, you would turn your attention to him, letting your thoughts wander, and end up getting behind your schedule. You were just completely thrown off. What does one do when they realize they have feelings for someone else? Should they confess? Should they remain silent?

           You shook your head and took a seat on a nearby bench outside. You had to remain silent. The Chairman warned you not to fall in love in with his grandson, but you had done so without even realizing it. When had it happened? How could you have stopped it? Why did you have to realize it? You groaned into your hands, distraught.

           You felt absolutely guilty for harboring feelings and not being able to compose yourself properly after the realization. You were a grown woman for goodness sake! Why couldn’t you act normal? You sighed and touched your chest, feeling your heartbeat calming down.

           It had almost been a full week since the party and every moment, awake and asleep, was filled with thoughts and dreams of Yoongi. When he was around, you’d try to catch a glimpse of him as often as you could without getting caught. When he wasn’t, you would reminisce about the times when he was close or fantasize about what could be if you weren’t bound by…well by everything really. Money, status, wealth, personalities, his family, and frankly, you were pretty sure he would never find you romantically appealing. He was famous and wealthy after all, and handsome to boot. He had options, so why would he choose you? A farm girl who had no ounce of spontaneity or fun inside of her or a penny to her name.  

           You looked up at the sky, a gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach. You knew exactly what you had to do, but you had hoped you’d be able to work through and discard your feelings before turning to this option. But this week had shown you that your affections would only grow stronger alongside your guilt, and you couldn’t endanger the company like that. Much less destroy the progress that Yoongi had made; he had come so far from when you first met.

           You smiled sadly and stood up. You had to do what was best for everyone.


           At the end of the week, you found yourself in front of Jimin’s desk while he stared at you in horror.

           "What is this?” he exclaimed as he grabbed the envelope you had handed to him.

           "A transfer request.“

           "WHY?” his voice was laced with tamed anger and sadness.

           "Jimin.“ You exhaled, trying to fight back tears. "Remember when I told you that the Chairman warned me not to fall in love with his grandson?”

           Jimin immediately softened. “Y/N…”

           You sniffled and tried to laugh it off. “Remember how we laughed about that, and thought about what he might look like and all that.”

           Jimin pulled you into his chest gently. “You don’t have to do this, Y/N.”

           "I do, Jimin. I need to leave. Some things are just too far-fetched to dream about.“ You mumbled into his chest. "And if he were to find out, then it could ruin our friendship.”

           "But what about you?“

           You stepped back and smiled. "Me? I’ll be fine. You know that. I can work hard anywhere and at any job once I put my mind to it.”

           "So…“ Jimin frowned. "Why did you give this to me? I no longer hold the highest position in this branch.”

           "I can’t do it, Jimin. I can’t face him.“ You exhaled. "You know him. He won’t have it. He’ll try to keep me here and the more I’m near him, the more I want to be with him. The more I realize the depth of my feelings, the more I realize I’m not worth being by his side and I need to get over it.”

           "But it has to go through him still; you know that’s how it works.“

           "I won’t come in and won’t notify anyone. That’s a transgression each day, and so he’ll have to kick me out of the branch after three. Please give it to him after the 3 days.” You squeezed Jimin’s hands. “Please.”

           Jimin nodded and patted your head carefully. “Stay well.”

           "You too.“

           You waited until Yoongi left for the day and cleared out your desk.


           Monday rolled around and Yoongi stood in front of your empty desk in surprise. Jimin waltzed in with two coffees as usual, exhausted from thinking about his predicament the entire weekend.

           He didn’t know what the right thing to do was.

           "Oh? She’s not here? How unusual?” he pretended, then handed Yoongi the coffee. “I’ll shoot her a text, but here, you can have her coffee.”

           Yoongi frowned and gripped the cup. “Is she really okay? She was zoned out all of last week. What’s been happening with her? I should’ve asked her more often and forced it out of her!”

           Jimin patted his shoulder and strolled into his office, watching through his window as Yoongi continued to stare at your desk, perplexed and worry-stricken. His hand traced the envelope that sat at the top of his desk.

           What should he do?


           The next day came and again, there was no sign of you. This time, Yoongi had his phone glued to his ear, looking furious.

           "If something’s wrong, she should tell someone! She can’t just disappear like this! What the fuck, Y/N?“ he cursed as Jimin stood bashfully in the middle of the CEO’s office. "Can you not get in contact with her?”

           Jimin shook his head.

           "Do you think her family is having money problems? Is she being ransomed? Hunted by loan sharks?“ Yoongi worried.

           "Hyung–”

           "Ahhh!“ Yoongi growled as he ruffled his hair angrily. "I’m so pissed off! How could she put me in this position? She has two disciplinary strikes already!”

           Jimin gripped the letter that he was hiding behind his back. He couldn’t keep his promise to you.

           "Hyung…I’m sorry.“ he bowed deeply.

           "For what?” Yoongi blinked.

           Jimin handed him the envelope. “Y/N gave me this before the weekend and asked me to give this to you after 3 days… so you’d be forced to kick her out of the branch, but as much as I want to do what she asked me as a friend, I also don’t want to lose her like this.”

           Yoongi’s eyes widened. Hurriedly, he ripped the envelope open, reading through its contents that requested for a transfer.

           "What the fuck is this?“ Yoongi jumped out of his seat. "Why the hell does she want a transfer?”

           "Hyung…“ Jimin bit his lip. "What do you want to do?”

           "I’m not letting her do whatever she wants after she forced me into this chair.“ Yoongi scoffed. "No way is she abandoning me. I need to see her.”

           "Hyung, it’s the middle of the day…“

           "I’m going to drag her back even if I have to kidnap her.” Yoongi glared. “Any problems?”

           Jimin smiled and shook his head. “Have a good trip, hyung. I’ll cover for you.”

           Yoongi swung his door open and was met with the wide stares of his workers. With a slight bow of his head, he began walking towards the door to leave.

           “Y/N totally had a crush on him.”

           "It was so obvious. She was staring at him through the office the entire week. I mean, they also disappeared in the middle of the party. Do you think she confessed and got rejected?“

           "Oh no…then did she get fired because she had feelings for the Chairman’s grandson?”

           Yoongi spun on his heels and marched to the group of people gossiping. Breathlessly, he slammed his hands down onto the table, causing all of them to flinch.

           "Repeat what you just said.“ he looked at them, surprised.


           Yoongi couldn’t sit still the entire bus ride to your farm. Had it always been this agonizingly long? So when it finally reached your stop, he bolted out and sprinted to your house. Bursting through the door, panting, he asked between breaths.

           "Where’s– Y/N?— Is– she– here?”

           He was met with stunned expressions as everyone had been preparing and setting up for lunch before his sudden entrance. Tae seemed to recover faster than everyone and pointed in a specific direction.

           "I think she’s in the main barn.“ he stated unsurely.

           "Thank you.” Yoongi breathed and his feet moved on their own once again, to where you were.

           He slid into the entrance of the barn and glanced around frantically, hoping to find you. He felt his body relax when he found you lying down on top of a bundle of hay with earphones in, relaxing. With a deep breath, he strolled over and stood in front of you with his arms crossed. Immediately, your eyes widened, ripping off your earphones, and fell off your hay bed in shock.

           He chuckled as you rolled away from him in pure panic, hair and clothes now covered in straws.

           On the other hand, you were absolutely flustered. Though it was probably really obvious by the way you rolled away after your embarrassing fall. Why was he here in the middle of the day? Had Jimin not waited? Was he going to try to convince you to come back?

           Your entire body was on high alert. You had spent so much time brainwashing yourself that you had no feelings for him whatsoever that you knew you needed to be on the defensive. But simply seeing him in front of your very eyes convinced you that your brainwashing had all been for naught. Yet, you knew you had to stand your ground against his attempts to try to get you to stay at the branch.  

           "Wh-what’re you doing here, Mr. Min?“ You managed to squeak out, in a higher pitch than what your voice usually was. You grimaced and coughed, trying to save face and compose yourself.

           "Well, you don’t work for me anymore so you can drop the formality.” he chuckled. “And you said you’d call me by my first name when it was just us two.”

           "Well, what brings you here, Yoongi?“ You raised an eyebrow and backed up to keep a safe distance between you two, afraid he was angry about your resignation.

           "I heard you have a crush on me.” he smirked.

           Your eyes widened. Well that definitely wasn’t what you expected him to say.

           "What? That’s ridiculous!“ You spouted, heart beating wildly.

           "Oh?” He started walking towards you with a smirk and you immediately moved a few steps further back, maintaining the large distance. “Is that not why you resigned? Because you were afraid of your feelings for me?”

           "No… I had…other reasons…“ You tried to think of excuses so he didn’t find out that he had hit the nail on the head.

           "Oh? Like what?”

           He was watching your movements like a hawk, as if trying to find a way to close the distance.

           "Why would I like you?“ You spat out nervously, trying to avoid answering the question.

           "Date me then.” he stated challengingly.

           "Wh-what? Stop joking!“

           You were incredibly flustered. Why wasn’t he doing anything that made sense?

           "I mean forget the fact that it’s crazy but it’s also unrealistic.”

           "How so?“ he stared at you seriously.

           "Well, we just don’t match at all! I mean for one, I’m poor! Umm, like you said, I nag a lot! And I’m a super crazy person who lives by a schedule. I live in a farm and spend my days in a barn, smelling like horse manure or hay! I’m not exactly drop dead gorgeous and I mean you’re at least decent looking enough to be on magazines–”

           Yoongi grinned at the subtle compliment.

           "And you know I have a temper. I’m short so I can’t reach things. I can’t afford super nice fancy clothes like you. I have to stitch things if they rip and it kinda makes me look gaudy. And you heard Jin’s story about me! I give people contracts, schedules, and a questionnaire before dating me. So you definitely don’t want to date me. You don’t ever, Ever, EVER want to have feelings for me so –“

           You had been so absorbed in trying to think of all the negative things about yourself that you didn’t realize Yoongi had closed the distance, not until he had you trapped in between his arms. You stepped backwards to avoid the proximity, but your back hit the wall of the barn gently. He had cornered you. You glanced at his arms trapping you on either side then glanced at him pleadingly.

           "Are you done?” he whispered as he stared down at you intently.

           "No…“ you averted your gaze, but the intensity of his eyes on you and the warmth that his body was emitting so close to yours, left your mind blank. You couldn’t follow up with more things.

           Taking advantage of your hesitancy and silence, he spoke.

           "You want to know one negative thing about me then?”

           You glanced up and furrowed your brows, urging him to spill his secret. His face moved closer, so much so that you felt cross-eyed as you watched the sudden movement. You immediately noticed his lips hovering over yours, causing you to look down at them and trying to stifle down the thoughts of how they would feel against yours. You clenched your fists, trying to push the fantasies away hurriedly in order to hold onto your sanity.

           But then he whispered, his breath fanning your face, with a smug smirk.

           "I’m not going to listen to you.“

           And immediately, he crashed his lips onto yours.

           A million thoughts crossed your mind in mere seconds. Oh my gosh. What is he doing? What am I doing? What am I supposed to do? Oh, okay. He’s still here. He’s still kissing me. This is real. This is happening. Oh my god. I’m not even kissing him back. Should I? What if he thinks I’m a bad kisser? What if he thinks kissing me is like kissing a rock? Oh well he kissed me first so…it should be fine right?

           After the initial shock, you relaxed and welcomed the feeling - soft, plush, light at first then strong and needy as the kiss progressed. When you reciprocated, his arm quickly snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating as rapidly as yours. You reveled in the intimacy for a few minutes before you both pulled back, gasping for air and immensely warm from the heat your bodies were giving off.

           He gazed at you lovingly and smiled. "Well?”

           "Wh-what…“ you muttered, embarrassed, looking at anywhere but him.

           "Date me.”

           He reiterated, firmly tightening his hold around your waist as if he was afraid you would run off again, which you truthfully contemplated.

           You stared at him, trying to figure him out. Why was he saying this? Had he not come here to convince you to continue working for him? Was he only saying this so you would come back?

           No, he wasn’t that kind of person.

           As you studied his eyes, you found sincerity in them. Your heart flipped at the realization that he was being completely honest. How did this happen? But you knew you couldn’t just make out with him and deny your feelings, so shyly, you blushed and muttered as you looked away.

           "When did you ever listen to me anyway?“

           He grinned at your coy reply for a few seconds then quickly and seriously stated, "I’m serious about you, about us. I want to be with you.”

           You felt your cheeks warm. When he had arrived in front of you earlier, you had no idea it would turn out like this. But if he was being honest and straightforward with you, you had to be as well.

           "I want to be with you too.“ you mumbled timidly, and your heart quickened as his grin widened to expose his gums.

           "I knew it.” He was beaming at you and you felt yourself smile out of happiness. You couldn’t even be annoyed at his cheekiness; you were just so elated.

           He leaned his forehead against yours.

           "Be my secretary again.“ he requested. "I can’t do it without you.”

           You nodded, your words failing you due to the weight of your quick decision, because you were now intentionally defying the Chairman’s orders. You knew that you had signed yourself to the consequences of selfishly accepting both the position and his love. But you appeased yourself that if you were going to get fired or kicked out of the job, you would at least make the days you had left with Yoongi count.

           "Can I kiss you again?“ he whispered sweetly, staring into your eyes.

           This time, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to capture his lips in yours. He smiled into the kiss happily as he lifted you up.

           "WOOOOOOO FINALLLLYYYY!”

           Loud cheers echoed throughout the barn and you two broke the kiss hurriedly to turn towards its origin. Standing in the middle of the barn was your entire family, wearing bright grins and stars in their eyes.

           "Kiss again so I can get a picture!“ Jin cooed, armed with a camera.

           You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed. "NOoo stop!! Ahh!”

           "Yoongs go! Rip her hands off and kiss her! This needs to go on a frame!“ Jin scolded.

           Yoongi laughed as he gently pried your hands off your face. You stared at him, surprised that he was complying. He grinned and glanced over at Jin.

           "As long as I get a copy.”

           "Of course.“ Jin winked.

           And before you knew it, Yoongi tilted your chin up and pressed a sweet, prolonged kiss on your lips once again.

           Oh what the heck. You thought to yourself.

           You grabbed the end of his suit to steady yourself as you reciprocated the kiss deeply, disregarding the embarrassing hoots and hollers of your family. The sounds of the camera clicks and the yelling were drowned out as you focused only on Yoongi, the feeling of his lips and the way his hands caressed your face gently.

           "Oh gosh.” Tae grimaced. “Okay, I think we got the idea. We have enough pictures now. Please stop.”

           Yoongi smiled mischievously and only held you tighter, kissing you more aggressively, which of course, you openly welcomed.

           "Oh gross. Okay. Let’s go.“ Jin huffed.

           "Cover your eyes!” Tae lunged to cover your sister’s eyes and she swatted him away with a glare.

           "I’m not a little kid! I can watch this if I want.“

           "Sure. Sure.” Tae patted her butt teasingly and ushered her out, giving a last disgusted look at you two in your own world. “It’s cute… but not really at the same time.”

           He shivered and scurried away.


           "They’re gone?“ Yoongi whispered and you nodded, smiling widely.

           "Yeah.”

           "Good. I wasn’t finished.“ He grinned and pulled strands of hair away from your face.

           "I like you, Y/N. No…I love you.” he breathed. “I’m sorry if it’s sudden to you, but I do. Very much.”

           You beamed as you reached out and finally caressed his face, like how you had wanted to for some time now. When was it that you started being drawn to him? Not that it mattered when and how exactly it happened anymore, but you did realize that your feelings weren’t sudden at all either and they surely weren’t going to be temporary.  

           Staring up at him, you smiled gently as he kept you in his embrace, looking at you happily in return.

           You didn’t know what your schedule was going to be like from now on. You surely didn’t know what exactly your future held either, because you had never anticipated this. Not a year ago when you planned the following year ahead of time. Not months ago when you first met each other. Heck, you didn’t even expect this a few minutes ago.

           Min Yoongi had thrown out everything you had planned in your life from the moment he stepped into it.

           And the funny thing was, you weren’t anxious or nervous about the unplanned days and the uncertain future.  

           All because he loved you back. 



PART 8 

licking the lips of the reddest

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: @marquis-de-labaguette: “oh actually could you write one with like daveed and a reader thats like a lot younger than him like obvi 18 but at the most like 22″

summary: a birthday dare introduces reader to daveed, who has a very nice present to give her

warnings: NSFW, smut! Alcohol, clippng lyrics (SHOCKER), kitchen sex, Daddy! kink, dirty talk, begging

word count: 3,459

a/n title from ‘body and blood’ by clippng, which is also the song used in this fic. i’m garbage. embrace it. PART TWO HERE

Keep reading

Try Me (M)

Requested by:Anonymous
Warning: Smut

You used a single finger to tilt Jimin’s head up, your lower lip held between your teeth as you concentrated on getting his eyeliner applied just right. Dark eyes focused on your face, his gaze unwavering, despite you having the tip of a pencil less than a millimeter away from his eyeball.

“You know,” He said, the hand that was resting on his cheek was jerked when his jaw moved.

“Stop talking.” You almost hissed, grateful that you hadn’t drawn a thick, black line all the way to his temple.

“You look good from all angles.” He finished anyway, his cheekbones rising as he smiled.

“Thank you, Jimin,” You sighed, “Stop talking.”

“I bet Jungkook gets to see you from this angle a lot, huh? Or vice versa.” His innocent smile made a quick transition into a smug smirk.

Suga snorted loudly in the chair next to Jimin, his eyes not lifting from his phone. You rolled your eyes, now using your thumb and first two fingers to grip Jimin’s chin, attempting to keep him more still.

“I’m just saying, he’s a lucky guy.” Jimin added when you said nothing.

“I’m going to poke you in the eye in five seconds, if you don’t knock it off.” You ground out, pressing your lips into a thin line as you focused on smudging out the dark, kohl line.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’d be more than happy to let you knock me off.”

For crying out loud.

You couldn’t help the small giggle that rose from your throat and spilled past your lips. You weren’t even laughing at the line, just at Jimin’s sheer childishness. That, or the fact that Taehyung and Hoseok were losing it in the background.

“Hey, be careful, Jimin.” Suga muttered, his laugh still obvious in his voice, “You don’t want Jungkook hearing you talk like that.”

You breathed out a long sigh, pausing the application of Jimin’s face powder to give Suga a stern look, that silently said, ‘Shut up.’. He shrugged a shoulder, raising a defensive hand before focusing his full attention on whatever app he was playing around with on his phone.

“Where is Jungkook anyway?” Namjoon asked from the couch at the back of the room, one arm slung over his eyes.

You opened your mouth to respond, about to give a very vague answer about him grabbing some food–leaving out the fact that the food was for you, lest you be scolded by Jin for “making” Jungkook go out in the cold. Your beginning of an explanation was drowned out by the door of the dressing room opening, flooding the quiet room with the buzzing white noise of anticipating fans.

“Speak of the devil.” Namjoon snickered, peeking quickly from under his arm.

Jungkook glared at him teasingly, brushing past the couch Namjoon was lying on and not-so-accidentally hitting him with the plastic bag he was carrying. You straightened up when Jungkook was within arms reach of you, propping yourself up on your toes to place a quick kiss to his lips. The act earned you a series of groans and grotesque sound effects from around the room.

“Get out of my chair, princess.” Jungkook tossed over his shoulder to Jimin, his body still turned towards you.

You were just waiting for someone–Jimin, most likely–to say something that would rile Jungkook up.
You were waiting for him to spew another one of his lame attempts at a pick up line. It was just their friendly rivalry, and you knew that. It was only an innocent back and forth between really good friends. Jimin just didn’t know the consequences of his actions, sometimes.

Especially when those consequences weren’t his.

Jimin was courteous enough to let Jungkook take his seat without a word. You were grateful, but you really pegged it to the fact that he didn’t want to risk being nagged for holding Jungkook back from getting ready when they only had fifteen minutes left before their performance.

When you brushed Jungkook’s bangs to the side, clipping them to hold them in place, he took the chance to place a kiss against the inside of your wrist. You smiled down at him, not returning the affection because you knew you had to get to work. It was always like this when you were applying Jungkook’s makeup, flitting touches that left goosebumps on your skin, and when your face was close enough to his, it was loving whispers.

Sometimes it was promises that left your cheeks flushed and your face warmer than what was comfortable.

You swiped your thumb carefully along his lower eyelid, cleaning up a bit of overly smudged eyeliner because Jungkook thought that when you were doing his eye makeup would be the opportune moment to run his hands up your sides. He knew that you were ticklish. The rest of the boys were already standing around the door, shifting from foot to foot as the adrenaline of their upcoming performance began to take hold. You picked up Jungkook’s earpiece that was dangling from the collar of his shirt, and placed it into his ear. You leaned forward to kiss his temple as you always did, but Jungkook quickly turned his head and caught your lips in a quick kiss.

“Enough of your hormones.” Seokjin wrinkled his nose, pointedly averting his gaze from the two of you.

“You never do that when you put my earpiece in.” Jimin sniffed dramatically.

There it was.

Jungkook tipped his head away from yours, one eyebrow slowly lifting as he looked back at Jimin. Jimin chuckled in response, wordlessly letting your boyfriend know that no harm was meant. You watched Jungkook’s face with the same cautionary awareness of someone within striking distance of a cobra. The tip of his tongue pressed against the side of his mouth, bulging out his cheek for a second, before his mouth curved up in a smile. That was bad.

Then he chuckled along with Jimin. That was worse.

Keep reading

yoonmooni  asked:

jikook fic where jungkook falls of stage and is seriously injured at concert and jimins heart nearly drops cause he could've caught jk but just jimin all worried and protective and just fluff you know?

ohhhhh this is gonna make me cry I swear 😭

Can you imagine the worry in the boy’s eyes when their precious maknae falls off the stage, the fans screaming their lungs out to warn the boy but it’s all too late: he already stepped over the edge, and Jimin is letf there arms streched in front of himself, attempting to stop Jungkook, eyes wide.

The security guys are all over him, checking his head, his arms, his legs. They attempt to get him back on his feet, but a heart-breaking scream comes from the brown haired boy, and he’s on the floor, again.

Jimin’s mind is a mess: he can’t understand how this could happen, he was almost there, his fingers grazed Jungkook’s t-shirt just before he saw him disappear off of the stage.

“If only I moved faster.”

He rushed backstage just after the ending speech of their concert, his heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his ears. He slammed the dressing room door open, expecting to see Jungkook laying there, but he was welcomed by an empty sofa.

“He’s at the hospital” the manager says, “his leg’s broken”.

Jimin swears he can feel his chest shatter in a million pieces.

-

That night Jimin stays awake, sitting in the large armchair near the bed, and cries his heart out. His Jungkookie his there, tucked in tight. His expression seems so paceful, as if nothing happened at all, he probably didn’t realize anything.

Jimin remebers everything and he can’t help the tears that slowly fall from his eyes, tracing his flushed cheeks and his neck. 

“If only I moved faster”

Maybe he’s too loud, or maybe Jungkook can feel his presence, because he opens his eyes, galaxies still intact in them.

“Hyung… why are you crying…? Are you ok?”

Jimin can’t believe his ears: he broke his leg and he’s still worrying about him. He should be the strong one, the hyung, he should make Jungkook feel better, cheering him up, but he finds himself leaning his head on the younger’s chest, his face pressed on the light blue blanket, sobbing and wetting the fabric.

“I’m so sorry Jungkookie… I should have run faster.. I should have-”

He felt a warm hand threading in his hair and slowly caressing him.

“Hyung, it’s not your fault, you tried to stop me but I didn’t realize I was so close to the edge of the stage. These things happens, I guess. But I’m fine now, see? My leg will be better in a short time and Manager hyung said I can sing sitting on a chair for the next concerts. See? I’m fine, it doesn’t even hurt, I swear.”

Jimin  turned his head towards Jungkook, his face wet from all the tears, some still threatening to spill.

“I should be the one cheering you up, I’m really a shitty hyung.”

The pout on the younger’s face is so cute that Jimin can feel the butterflies in his stomach. What the hell, he feels them all over his body.

“Stop. It’s not your fault.” Jungkook’s hand stops on the other’s cheek and he tries to dry it a little bit. “You are here and this makes you the best hyung ever. I’m lucky to have you… and the others… When I’m with you, hyung, I’m happy, even with a broken leg.”

There it is, Jimin’s heart exploded, and he just can’t help it when his head turns a little, nuzzling Jungkook’s hand and kissing the palm of it. The latter gasps at the action, his mind becoming a little fuzzy because of all the sweetness of the simple act.

Before he knows it, he’s sitting up, holding both his hyung’s cheeks, the tingling on his leg long forgotten.

“Can I..” he didn’t complete the question, because Jimin is already nodding softly, with his eyes gazing Jungkook’s lips. 

They lean closer slowly, so slowly they are going crazy, but the wait is so good, almost as good as what happen next. Their lips touch, and everything that happened in their life that concurred to bring them at this exact moment was worth it.

That night Jimin lulled Jungkook to sleep, kissing the crown of his head and whispering so many I’m gonna take care of yous that this promise is burned in the maknaes mind and he bet he’s gonna dream of his little hyung telling him that over and over.

Just when Jimin thinks the younger is asleep, he can hear him whisper so softly that he could have missed it if he wasn’t so close to him.

“I will take care of you too, hyung”

Oook, please if I made some mistakes please tell me because English is not my main language (yes, I know I say this everytime LOL I’m sorry).

I really hope you like this, I tried my best ^^

♥♥♥

Tumblr

Calum Hood - 1567 words (smut)

———————————————————————

Ever since I woke up to an empty bed, Calum had been sitting on that same spot on the sofa in just a pair of sweatpants, eyes glued to his phone. He didn’t even utter a word towards me other than the hello he granted me with when I pressed my dry lips to his cheek. Every so often he’d start chuckling out of nowhere, followed by his lip being pulled between his teeth as he tried to hide his grin.

By now I was getting curious what was so captivating about that stupid phone that it took my normal, bubbly and ever so annoying Calum into ignoring me for almost six hours already. By now I had prepared some lunch, which he didn’t even budge for, cleaned the kitchen and right now I was finishing up the dishes. Normally when Calum was this quiet, he had either ruined something that was mine or he was desperately trying to fix something that went wrong. He was like a young puppy, ready to learn and tear our house apart. 

“Babe, what are you doing?” I decide to question, rubbing my wet hands along the towel before throwing it on the table beside me as I creep over to him. I slowly rub his shoulders, leaning down as I let my outstretched fingers rub over his pecks, my head hovering beside his before I press my lips against the corner of his mouth. Calum hums and I feel the corners of his lips turn up into a tiny smile before he breaks his gaze from his phone to press his plump lips to my cheek in return.

“You know tumblr, right?” He questions and I furrow my eyebrows but hum none the less, indicating that I had indeed heard of the site. I didn’t even just hear of it, I once owned a blog on there. “And our fans sometimes make art, right?” Calum continues and I hum again, pressing my lips against his freshly shaven jawline. I stretch myself to my full height again before crawling over the backrest of the sofa, letting my bum fall onto the cushion besides Calum. 

“Yeah, they like draw you guys or make compilation video’s and stuff? Pretty cool stuff.” I nod my head and lean against his shoulder, fingertips ghosting over the inner part of his lower arm, seeing the small hairs raise at my soft touch.

“I’m not quite talking about that..” Calum shifts underneath me and he throws his arm around my shoulders, hand resting against my naked thigh. 

I already had a slight feeling he had come across the smut that littered the internet and somehow I was curious about his thoughts. On the other hand, I once had read some Malum smut that actually shocked me. Unicorns suits, a dominant Luke and me not sleeping for the rest of the night ensued.  "Oh?“ I’m going with dumb for now. 

"Did you know they like, write sex stories about us? About me?” I feel his muscles strain as if he feels awkward sharing his discoveries with me. 

I grant him a chuckle and kiss his shoulder briefly. “Yes, I do. Some are quite good.”

“You’ve read that?” Calum pulls away to stare at me and I am doing my absolute best not to burst into hysterics. “Be fucking glad I masturbate to smut about you instead of Ashton or something.”

My gaze flicks down and I see the strain in his pants. I let my hand rest on his upper thigh as I turn to my boyfriend, hand slowly rubbing up and down. “Sometimes it’s quite hot. And accurate. Your adrenaline after a concert, your aim to please..” I sigh, leaving open mouthed kisses along his neck, sinking my teeth into his tan flesh. 

“Sometimes you’re a CEO. Or a bad boy covered in tattoos.” I work my way up to his ear, breathing against his shell watching him shiver. “But they’re nothing like the real deal.” I pull back, fluttering my eyelids as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down on the slightly pink flesh. 

“I didn’t see you as the type.” Calum wiggles his eyebrows and slumps against the backrest of the sofa, his hand slowly dragging circles over his lower abdomen. 

“I can be surprising..” I chuckle as my breath is caught by his parted lips as I crawl onto his lap, his hands immediately resting on my hips as I press our lips together. His phone is discarded somewhere on the sofa as he gives me his full attention. He lightly moans against my lips as his hips involuntarily buck up to receive any friction. 

My hand reaches beside us to cup his throbbing member, a low groan vibrating against my lips. “It got you all riled up, didn’t it?” I chuckle as I let myself drop onto my knees between his legs, fingers curled underneath the waistband as I slowly drag them down his hips. 

I can’t help but let a deep laugh flow past my lips when I take in his naked form. “Seriously? No underwear?” Calum just shrugs his shoulders. 

“I’d walk around naked and you know it.”

I slowly blink and mutter the words and I lower my head to press an open mouthed kiss to his tip. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Calum only groans in response when I take him past my lips, bobbing my head up and down as I let my outstretched hands slowly drag up and down his thighs. Cal’s hand winds into my hair and gives it a light tug, hoping to send vibrations down to his cock. I hum in response and I see Calum throw his head back in the corner of my eye. 

“I won’t last long if you keep this up.” He lets out breathlessly, eyes clamped shut. 

I let go of him with a loud pop, discarding myself of my shirt and quickly pulling my own pants down my legs before crawling back onto Calum’s lap. His tan, toned arms immediately engulf me in a passionate hug as he presses our lips back together feverishly. He suddenly raises to his feet, a small gasp leaving my lips as he walks us to the bedroom. My teeth are nipping along his jawline and neck, alternating with open mouthed kisses and kitten licks. 

As fast as he got to his feet, I’m dropped onto the plush bedding, Calum already hovering over me as he rids me of my last articles of clothing. 

He gives me a once over while licking his lips slowly, pushing his sweatpants down with one hand. One of his hands presses underneath me to slam our upper bodies together while he presses into me, a long whine leaving my lips. 

Calum presses a small kiss to my lips before he starts thrusting at a steady pace, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes sparkle due to the incoming sunlight. My hands are roaming every piece of skin I can reach, sometimes lightly scratching with a particularly good thrust. It doesn’t take Cal long before he starts to pick up the pace a bit more, catching my lips with mine again. 

His hand disappears between our molten bodies and he starts to slowly drags eight figures along my clit, making me see starts instantly. I feel a tingle run all over my skin and arch my back, breasts pressing against Calum’s chest as breathless moans flow past my lips as liquid. 

It only encourages his to find the perfect rhythm between his thrusts and his hand and after a few minutes I feel myself spiraling towards an orgasm. 

“Oh Cal - yes..” I can’t bring out much more as I let myself come undone by Calum’s skillful fingers, his hand retreating to focus on his thrusts to shoot himself towards his release. I’m still coming down from my breathtaking high as I feel his hips stutter against mine before they still completely, his head hung between his shoulders as he tries to catch his breath. 

I pull him down by lightly pushing his shoulder blades, his heart hammering against my already calmed chest as his hot breath heats up the flesh of my skin. My fingertips are lazily dragging figures along his naked back before I let my hands rest on his naked bum, giving it one good squeeze. 

It drags a round of laughter from my boyfriend’s lips, his teeth sinking briefly in my neck, making me yelp out before he pushes himself back up against to send me a glare. “You have one irresistible bottom, mr. Hood.” I innocently grin, but that innocence is quickly replaced by a smirk. “Well I like your tits as well, Mrs.  Y/L/N.” I gasp and smack his hands away from my breasts, his fingernails lightly dented the fragile flesh. 

“Dick.” I chuckle as Calum lands beside me, one of his arms pressed underneath his head as he other hauls me in to rest halfway on top of him. “If I knew tumblr got you this riled up I would’ve shown you years ago.” I laugh, pressing my lips against his collarbone briefly. “You’ve known for years?”

“Want to try out some of those one shots?” I chuckle as I grab for my phone on the bedside table, Calum’s loud laughter booming through the spacious bedroom. 

Lots of love,
L. xox

Seeing Their Ideal Type At A Concert

Requested by anonymous- Also, I’m sorry if it’s dumb and horrible and not what you were looking for. I’ve never done one of these before. I did some looking around and made this to the best of my abilities. I’m pretty sure I wrote these longer than most of the reactions I’ve seen, and less open ended and more story like, but that’s just how I roll. They kinda ended up almost more like mini drabbles lol. Scenarios? Whatever. Also, I felt incredibly cheesy writing these. So much cheese. 

HOSEOK

Originally posted by jghoseoks

Your banner caught his eye first. A huge sign with his face saying “He’s our only hope!” (Kek) He walked over, prepared to give a bit of fan service, when he sees you. He thinks you are so pretty, and practically falls in love with your smile. He’s thrilled to see that you’re here for him when he notices your shirt with his face. He sends you finger hearts and his signature sun smile. He see’s that you and your friends are keeping up with even the more complicated dances, and notices by your movements that there is no way you are not a dancer. Suddenly this boy who was born extra, becomes extra X9000. Tongue is out, hips are thrusting, and he’s spending as much time on your side of the stage as possible. Unbeknownst to you, his whole performance has become about making you smile as much as possible. He catches the flower crown you throw onstage and wears it for the rest of the concert. As he leaves the stage at the end of the night, he makes a mental note to take a selca with the crown in the hopes that he’d see you comment. 

YOONGI 

Originally posted by yoonseok

(I would like to take a quick moment to say I’ve felt the power of his smirk while looking into my eyes. It’s no joke when I say it’s a life changer)

Yoongi’s stage presence is well known for being powerful and charismatic. So it was no surprise to you that your eyes kept being drawn to him again and again. What did surprise you was the feeling that he was actually looking right back. Several times he come over and did his lines while looking right into your eyes, and holy shit, was that a smirk? You tried not to get excited, knowing full well it was most likely fan service. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was just LOVING how into the music you were. You even kept up with his rap lines. He could see by your blush that you knew the grin was for you, so he decided to have fun teasing you for the rest of the night. Just when he thought you couldn’t get more perfect, instead of turning into a sobbing fangirl from the attention, you started teasing him back. You fan yourself when he’s thrusting his hips at you, roll your eyes whenever he says something cheesy, and pretend to puke when he does aegyo. His gummy grin came out in full force when you threw him a devil horn headband, and you raised your eyebrows at him in challenge. He prances around in the headband and the crowd is loving it. Too soon, the night is over. Two weeks later, you find a new comment on one of your youtube covers… MYG comments: ”The music’s not bad devil girl.”

Namjoon

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Namjoon was greeting the crowd when he saw you, and stumbled over his words for a moment. You were stunning. If tumblr was a person, it would be you (I crack myself up). He spent most of the night hanging around your side of the stage, doing all kinds of silly things to make you smile, talking to the crowd as much as he could get away with. He knew he was supposed to be professional and pay attention to everyone, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was pleased when he saw you get excited and sing along with his parts, and thought it was cute when you tried to rap. At the end of the night, he made sure to lock eyes with you as he was saying goodbye to the crowd and gave you one of his famous dimpled winks. Fast forward a few months later, and the boys are looking over profiles for a model to be the love interest in their new music video. Namjoon’s shocked expression has everyone looking at the profile in his hand. “This one.” he growls. It’s you. 

Jimin

Originally posted by armyfanclub

He sees a huge poster of him in a puppy costume in the crowd. It makes him laugh so he looks down at the fans holding it and is shocked. You were perfect. Suddenly, he wants to do nothing but impress you. Goodbye puppy Jimin, hello Adonis. This boy is being completely disrespectful and there are way more body rolls, lip bites, and clothes being pulled off than there was supposed to be. He threw his shirt at you, and you caught it, shocked and blushing, while he grins. The night ends, and you leave a changed person, a Jimin stan for life. You are so worked up you film yourself dancing to Jimin’s solo Lie, and post it on youtube.  A few days later, it’s being retweeted by none other than BTS’s twitter. In your messages you find something from someone with a private profile. “Are you wearing my shirt right now? ;) (I’m sorry, he just seems like he would totally fuk boi text, ya know?)

Jungkook

Originally posted by jeonify

This boy would notice you right away and turn into a blushing mess. Until the music starts, that is. Suddenly he’s serenading you, and smirking, and just being charismatic AF. You were a little older than him and weren’t even a Jungkook stan, but you kept feeling yourself being pulled in his direction. He certainly moved his body in a way that suggested he knew what he was doing. Soon it was you that was a blushing mess and he loved it. You threw the plushie monkey on stage that you had actually meant for another member and he was quick to snatch it up and wrap it around his neck. He spent the rest of the night with it like that, and when the concert was over and they went to their rooms, he had it in bed with him. Some time passed, and you’re performing an acoustic cover of one of your favorite love songs at a cafe, like you do every Saturday. When the song is over, one of the waitresses brings over some tea and tells you it’s been paid for. You look around, and there in the dark corner of the cafe is a person in a black face mask. He pulls it down and winks at you before putting it back. Jungkook has found you. 

Taehyung

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

(The gif kinda explains where I’m going with this one lol)

Ah, Tae. With this boy you never know what you’re going to get. He’s either the most adorable thing to ever exist, or so hot a single glance will melt you into a puddle. When he sees you in the crowd, sex god Taehyung is activated. He’s looking into your eyes while licking his lips. Thrusting his hips, and dancing so incredibly amazing. He’s been pulling his shirt up so much you begin to wonder why he even still has it on. Towards the end of the night, you throw up the two plushies you’d brought for him. He picks them up quickly, and kisses one before giving it back to you with a wink. You both sleep with them that night. The next day you are so inspired (infires!) that you spend all day drawing. You post what you consider your greatest work, Taehyung in all his seductive glory, on tumblr and it seems to be well received. You get a message a few days later. “Do you really think I look like that? WOW. I think you’re pretty too.”

Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

This man is a born show person. So as soon as he spots you, looking gorgeous and wearing his jersey numbers, he decides to put on the best show of his life. He’s talking to the crowd, dancing his little heart out and singing like an angel. You laughed at all his ridiculous jokes and cried when he did his solo. You were obviously filming and taking pictures, so he made sure to make as much contact with you as possible. At the end of the night, he looks straight into your camera and gives you his famous flying kiss. Several months later, Jin is taking an acting class, to prepare for a drama he was considering trying out for. The teacher reads off names and puts them into groups for a project. As he walks over to his assigned group, he’s stunned, because there you are.

Around the Globe (Wonho X Reader) 

Words: 4,722
Genre: Fluff
Member: Wonho
Group: Monsta X

Keep reading

Teenage Dirtbag (Baby)

This is for @pies-cakes-and-gays because sometimes I keep promises.

A bit angsty, I’m sorry

——-

Ann was… Well… He was…

He was not important, that was for sure.

Always with his black hoodie and hair over his face and extremely closed up personality, he didn’t know many people, he had one friend, and he was basically the least person in the entire school. And that would be fine for him, honestly, if it wasn’t for one single problem:

He had fallen in love with Roman, the most popular boy in the school. And not only the most popular boy in the school, but also the one that dated the biggest and most handsome guy in the school, the quarterback of their football team.

Like what chance someone like Ann would have with someone that dated a quarterback?

And yet, there he found himself, staring with wide eyes under his fringe while Roman walked past him after his boyfriend had hit his bike with his car. Or smiling as he saw Roman coming to his direction in the hallway, only to be pushed by his big boyfriend on the ground. Or blushing when he caught his stare in the cafeteria.

“Why don’t you go talk to him?” Logan, his best friend, said once, clearly annoyed by his little affection demonstrations. Ann groaned, looking down at the floor. “Look. Prom night is coming. You should ask him”

“Are you going to ask Morgan?” he asked, bitterly, and that shut up the other immediately. Ann looked up again, biting his bottom lip as he saw Roman giving him a quick glance from all the way down the cafeteria.

He was probably looking at someone else. Roman couldn’t possible know who Ann was. But still, he liked to think that those glances were for him. Because why not? He wasn’t harming anyone.

Then, prom night came, and he had no one to dance with. He was sitting down, looking at the table, hair messy, suit bothering him, everything hell. He looked at his side and smiled shyly as he saw Logan and Morgan dancing. At least someone had been lucky. He turned his head forward again and he froze, eyes wide.

Through the crowd, Roman was walking to him, looking shy but decided, and Ann turned around all the way, checking if his boyfriend was anywhere near. No. He was nowhere. He felt his heart speeding it’s beat and his hand shake and looked up again, Roman stopping next to him, smiling.

“Hey.” He said, and Ann couldn’t even answer, a knot on his throat. “I heard you like My Chemical Romance. Would you like to… I don’t know… Go on their show with me this Friday?” he asked, and then pulled out of his pocket two tickets for the concert. Ann’s eyes widened and he was then pulled up by Roman, gently, while the tickets were forgotten on the table.

“I-I…” he mumbled, shakily, and Roman smiled shyly, pulling him for a dance. Ann swallowed his awkwardness up and wrapped his arms around Roman’s waist, slowly starting to dance with him, losing himself in the boy’s eyes.

They danced, slowly, close, and Ann couldn’t believe it. It could only be a dream. And as Roman started to lean down, their faces so close, noses almost touching, he felt something tugging on his shoulder and groaned.

When he opened his eyes, he was on a couch, with Logan staring down at him, confused.

“Come on, Ann. You have been sleeping for two hours and you need to get ready for prom night” he said, before rolling his eyes and walking away. “I don’t understand why I promise these things to you”

Ann looked up at the ceiling and sighed, closing his eyes, begging to fall asleep again. It had seemed so real… They had been so close…

But someone like Roman would never want him unless it was a dream.

He should  have realized it sooner.