i basically come in my pants

The Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by arophan

Imagine: You and Dan decide to give the fans what they want, and cute video of the internents favourite couple

A/N: I know this isn’t any thing about marvel but I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been watching all of Dan and hil’s videos and getting so many feelis. I just had to. Also I really should be doinf my German coursework, bit too late, Dan is more important

Warnings: Some swearing, implied smut but just fluff really

Word Count: 1955 (got a little carried away)

“Hello internet” Dan starts off with his iconic opener

“Today, I am joined by the wonderful Y/N, who you may also know as my girlfriend!” He exclaimed, giving out a laugh as your cue to jump into the camera view.

“Hey guys” You giggled, getting comfortable next to Dan

“Now you may be wondering what original video I have for you today, and let me tell you, it doesn’t get more original than this”

“We are doing the girlfriend tag!” You almost shouted, causing Dan to let out a rather loud groan.

“Jeez, lets tone it now my channel isn’t used to your happy attitude just yet” He joked, covering his ears

“Just because you literally only have the feeling of embarrassment, doesn’t mean I can’t be happy” You fire back, sending a smirk in his direction.

“Oh God, too much sass. I want Phil back” Your dork of a boyfriend joked

“Shut up, we kind of have a part of Phil with us now” You explained

“Really how so?” Dan played along

“Well, he did do the questions for us to answer”

“God knows what kind of weird stuff he has put in here; I don’t know if you guys have noticed but Phil is like obsessed with sharing our relationship with others. If he isn’t taking sneaky photos of us and tweeting them, then he is jumping into a room when we are together doing a live stream of us.”

As Dan continued to talk about his best friend, you couldn’t help but admire his perfect features. His big, wide smile that would light up a room. His unusually large dimple that you found so adorable. How he is constantly touching and checking if his hair looks okay, which of course it does. And his dark drowns eyes, that you could stare into for days.

“..Y/n?” You were abruptly ripped out of your thoughts by Dan waving a hand in front of your face

“Sorry” You blushed, red staining your cheeks as you realised Dan caught you staring at him and will most definitely keep this part in his video, because, well let’s face it, a bit of an arse.

“What were you so caught up about?”

“Just admiring the view” You jokingly sent back and big wink. Now it was Dan’s’ turn to blush, whist also letting out a laugh

“That was so cringe, I might just have to take it out of the video.” Dan spoke to the camera; he was definitely not taking that part out.

“Right so to start this video I’m going to put my hand into the hat and pull out a question. The questions are basically letting you guys know even more about our relationship and hopefully teaching us a bit more about each other” Dan explained.

“Ohhhh can I go first?” You excitedly asked. You couldn’t help it, there was something so fun about doing a video with your boyfriend.

“Of course”

You dove your hand into the hat, grabbing the first folded piece of paper you felt and pulled it out.

“Alright it says, ‘Where was our first kiss?’” For the second time you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I’m going to be so red this whole video, reckon you could like put a filter on me to make me look better?” You joked, however it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Dan laughed, before saying

“So do you want to answer or me?”

“You do it” You always loved hearing Dan talk about your relationship

“Alright, I remember it was our second date and we were just hanging in the living room eating pizza talking after just finishing up on the X-box. I was so nervous, just thinking about leaning in and possibly facing rejection and ruining it all. But then you made a joke out about anime and I knew I had to do it before someone else snatched you away” Dan smiled at the memory, you beaming right back at him.

“Then he just leant in and kissed me, obviously I didn’t turn down that face and now here we are two years later” You finished, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the fond memory.

“OK, next question” Dan stuck his hand in the hat rather ungracefully causing a few questions to topple out.

“Shit” he mumbled, throwing back three in the hat and reading out the remaining one on the floor.

“Finish this sentence ‘My girlfriend is a complete…..’” Dan stopped to think for a minute, you couldn’t help but anxiously wait for what he was going to say

“…..twat” He finally spoke. This caused you both to simultaneous burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching your stomach you couldn’t be surprised at what Dan said, it was so him. You knew Dan loved you with everything he had, it was very obvious. You guys didn’t have a mushy gushy relationship, it was more full of lots of jokes and banter, you guys were basically best friends,

“You are such and arse, why am I dating you?” You tried to sound upset, but the smile that you couldn’t wipe off your face gave it all away.

“You loveeeeee me really” He rather obnoxiously sung

“Actually Babe, I’m secretly in love with Phil and I only come round to your house on the chance that I will see my one true love” You lied, not helping but feel a bit weird by saying you like Phil, who was basically like a brother to you.

“That’s just mean, and a little gross” He complained

“Yeah I know; I have no clue why I said it” you giggled

“Right, my turn” You plunged your hand into the hat, pulling one out to read.

“‘Who wears the pants in the relationship?’ Ohh that’s hard” You thought.

“I know my answer” Dan said confidently

“Really? Alright let’s say our answers on three. One, two, three.”

This caused both of you to say ‘me’ at the same time.

“You’re kidding me right?” You said in disbelief to Dan

“What? Love, I’m always making the decisions”

“Babe, I literally always have to order for us at the cinema because you’re ‘too awkward to talk to new people’”

“Alright, alright I’ll give you that one, no need to share all my secrets on my channel”

Dan took out another piece of paper from the hat, causing yet again one to fall out.

“God, it’s clear to see who the clumsiest one of us is. And that’s hard because I could fall over standing still” You poked out at Dan.
“Leave me alone, you are so mean. So it says, ohhh this is interesting, ‘who is more jealous’?” Dan read.

“Ohhh, that is” You both took a minute to think about it, recalling moments when the other has been jealous. Most of these moments resulting in some seriously fun times together, and just by looking at Dan and the lazy smirk he wore you knew he was thinking about them. You kicked him in the shins, under the view of the camera causing him to jump a little, then answering.

“I feel like you get jealous more often, but it’s not as intense as when I get jealous.”
“Hmmm, yeah I reckon that’s fair to say.” You repeated, it wasn’t hard constantly having beautiful girls running up to your boyfriend, telling him how hot and sometimes the daring ones flirting with him. However, it had happened a few times when we were hanging around with Dan’s friends and one flirts with you, he gets mad.

“We only have a couple questions left” You sadly exclaimed, not wanting this video to be over.

“Let’s hope we haven’t saved the weirdest till last then!” Dan deadpanned

Grabbing one of the last pieces of paper you unfold it and read,

“‘what do I find really fun, that no one else really does?’” You laughed lightly at this weird question, thinking Dan would need a while on this one.

“You watch pimple popping videos” He answered straight away. You sat there with your mouth hanging open, a blush adorned on your cheeks,

“How did you know that? I always try to keep it on the down low” You exclaimed, shocked and slightly embarrassed that he knew

“Sweetheart, we’ve been going out for 2 years, we’ve been living together for 1, there is little that I don’t know about you”

“That’s kind of creepy and really cute at the same time. I knew I chose you for a reason” You hummed

“I’m not some Pokémon woman, don’t objectify me like that” He fired back

“Shut up and read the last question. Because as much as I love doing videos with you I need to cook us dinner, and get it done so it’s ready when Phil comes back from visiting his family.

“Aw look at you, you are literally the only reason we have survived this long. Anyway, here we go and I won’t knock out another question this time.” He took his time in dramatically picking out the question.

“Oh for god’s sake Phil, he’s such a child. It says ‘when did the two of you first sleep together?’”

A deep shade of red engulfs your face and you looked over at Dan with your mouth wide.

“What the hell, he did not just ask that?” You said shocked.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m joking. Lol” Dan admits, handing over the question for you to read aloud.

“It says, ‘Who/When fist said I love You?’ Now that is a cute question” You cooed, recalled that cherished memory that you held very close to your heart.

“Well, I don’t want to spill all the beans about our relationship just yet, so all that you guys will be knowing is that, Y/N said it first. Maybe we can do another gushy relationship story about that some other time. But for now that’s it.” Dan finished off the video and looked at you to continue.

“Thanks guys for watching hope you enjoyed it, and if you did please subscribe and request some more ideas of what we can do next. Byeeee” You finished

“That was so much fun” You turned to Dan, who was already lovingly gazing at you.

“You know I love you right?” He spoke

“Of course, and you know I love you too, so much” You replied inching your face closer to his.

“You know when you told me you loved me, when we were just lying in bed cuddling watching Breaking Bad, I think that that’s the happiest I’ve ever felt.” He confessed. As much as you loved the banter and jokes in this relationship, nothing felt better than Dan confessing his feelings to your, he really did complete you.

“I was so nervous that I had said it too soon, but I’m so glad one of us plucked up the courage to say it” You murmured, now lips a mere centimeter away from each other.

Dan quickly closed the gap between the two of you and soon had his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer. Automatically you brought your hands up to caress his cheeks and you two shared one of the most passionate kisses in your relationship.

Dan gently pushed you back onto the bed and slipped his hand down to your waist, when you suddenly remembered something.

“Dan the camera is still on!”

“Oh fuck yeah, thank God it isn’t a live stream” He jumped up to turn the camera off, leaving it on the side to edit later.

But he only had one thought on his mind now. You. Jumping back next to you on the bed you two finished off what you had started

I’m going to Planned Parenthood for my yearly exam today, which reminded me of the happenings of last year. In the interest of oversharing, I thought I’d let you in on that too.

So, you know, you’re supposed to like, get naked and put on the paper vest and put the paper blanket over your lap, right?

Uhhhhhh well somewhere in the process of this, I was like, “instructions unclear. Tried to wear paper vest as pants.”

Which didn’t work. I wound up accidentally tearing the thing in half in my attempt to make something pants that clearly wasn’t pants. Then in my haste to fix my egregious errors, I managed to rip the paper blanket too, so when the doctor comes in I’m basically just clutching scraps of paper to my naked body and trying to explain myself.

They also have these bowls of condoms out, right? But most of them are in places where people are gonna see you if you take them. So I’ll be checking into my appointment like, “Condom? No I couldn’t possibly. Haha not me. I am pure.”

Cut to me in the bathroom stuffing condoms in my purse cuz they got a drawer full of them in there. Because, I mean, hey, if a miracle happens, you gotta be prepared.

But we got Planned Parenthood themed chapstick and a year’s worth of good ol’ birth control, so all in all a good trip.


Originally posted by jeonfhan

  • for this sweetie’s bodyguard!wonwoo request!!
  • so, how wonwoo got to being a bodyguard was definitely not intentional
  • like he didn’t just put in an application and hope for the best!!! he was recruited by a friend actually
  • in wonwoo’s youth, he was always a pretty strong, tall kid
  • his mom would have him move the furniture whenever she felt like the house needed a change, or he would help the kind granny next door carry her groceries inside whenever she needed it
  • his parents were under the impression that wonwoo was getting all this muscle from being on the basketball team, which he was on (with good friend and basketball captain seungcheol) of course, but he was also working those muscles punching bullies in the faces
  • it was no secret that a friend of jeon wonwoo’s was a friend you didn’t fuck with
  • like his youngest friend lee chan would be walking home with the rest of his friends and wonwoo would see a bruise forming around chan’s eye and he’d just instantly lose it
  • so he goes to find that asshole who’d been picking on chan despite wonwoo’s warnings for the last month and he’d slam the dude so hard into the nearest locker that something probably broke
  • and the guy would piss his pants when wonwoo looked down at him, expression hard and emotionless
  • “didn’t I tell you last week that if you kept messing with my kid you’d be six feet under?”
  • of course, wonwoo doesn’t actually have the heart to kill on the usual, but when it comes to those he loves, he damn well just might
  • he’s basically the resident savior of the school and no one in their right mind would bother anyone innocent lest that person run off to wonwoo because that’s like death coming to your door
  • his parents would never allow such behavior and probably wouldn’t even believe anyone if they told them what wonwoo got up to at school, so wonwoo makes sure to keep his wounds minimal and the amount of friends he invites over small
  • but like, he didn’t know how famous he really was for his brute strength
  • and one day he gets cornered by this senior and wonwoo thinks he’s gonna have to show him a thing or two, but the guy just smirks and holds his hands up and is like “i’ve seen you fight before kid. you ever think about doing it for money?”
  • it’s not like his family has reached rock bottom yet, but it’s also not like he can pretend to watch as his mother eats only half a bowl of food so that wonwoo, his little brother and his dad could eat
  • and he can’t pretend he doesn’t notice how long it’s been since his brother had a new pair of sneakers
  • and he can’t pretend his dad wasn’t overworking himself at the office just to bring a few measly extra bucks home every night
  • the guy promises wonwoo doesn’t have to fight if he doesn’t want to, just tells wonwoo to show up to a place downtown on friday night to see what it was all about
  • so, reluctantly, wonwoo lies to his mother that he’s studying with jihoon and mingyu and goes downtown, perfectly poised and ready to make a run for it if needed bc the place is definitely not lacking in shadiness
  • the lines outside are kept to a minimum and the bouncer at the door is none too friendly until wonwoo flashes him a card the senior at school gave him, and suddenly he’s being ushered to a front row seat inside what looks like a huge wrestling dome
  • wonwoo starts to feel nervous when they bring out contestants, but nonetheless he stays like steel in his seat and watches as the night begins
  • and suddenly a rain of money is being thrown over his head toward the fighters as they begin to beat each other to what looks like the death, the fight quickly turning gruesome as the two men attempt to tear each other apart with nothing but force and violent fists
  • wonwoo knows it’s wrong, and he really shouldn’t be here, but he can’t even tear his eyes away, let alone find the will to get up and leave
  • the opponents include a big, strong dude with more muscle than wonwoo, and the other is a scrawny but quick thing who ends up winning in the end
  • “in the end, it’s all about strategy” a voice whispers next to his ear, and it’s the senior again, smiling almost wickedly as wonwoo looks back at him “even a guy like you could take down a brute like Big Papa over there if only you have a strategy. it’s not all about muscle down here. you can play as dirty as you like, for more money in one night than your parents make in a year”
  • and wonwoo knows it’s a terrible idea, practically goes deaf with the voice of his own consciousness telling him it’s wrong… or maybe that’s the sound of the crowd cheering his name…?
  • it’s a blur, but all he knows is that a week later, he’s in the ring, winning two hundred thousand won against an experienced fighter because wonwoo just so happened to be a pretty springy opponent 
  • he makes so much money that he’s actually able to get himself a place in the city when he graduates, and he’s able to put more food in the kitchen than his mom could store, and his dad could finally take that vacation he’d been wanting, and his little brother could get into that really good school his parents had been dreaming of for years
  • the only catch is, of course, that wonwoo has to tell his family where he got the money from
  • but because of the danger and illegality of the job, he knows that they could be hurt or worse if, say, a sore loser seeks revenge on him and finds his family 
  • so instead, wonwoo leaves them with more money in their savings than they could have ever dreamed of and promises that he’d take care of them no matter what, and then he’s disappearing from their lives for their own good, because the life he’s mixed up in is not a life his family should be involved in
  • he does underground fighting for about five years, and he’s not proud of himself or who he’s become
  • his family has been trying to get into contact with him for all of those years, but the most he ever leaves them with is a duffle bag of a few million won on the front porch and a letter letting them know he’s still alive, still misses them, still loves them
  • his mother caught him one early morning, when he had startled the resident stray cat by tripping over one of his mother’s flower pots
  • she had only made eye contact with him through the crack of the front door before he was dropping the bag of money at the step and giving her a small smile, before disappearing into the dark dawn of the day
  • his mother is just happy he’s really still okay
  • so, it goes on like this until one day the place wonwoo fights at gets raided and he needs to disappear for a while, but with that comes loss of income bc now he has nowhere to get money from and he’s not willing to go anywhere else to fight, especially since he’s gotten so comfortable and the places people are whispering about are in places he’s never even been to and of course he can’t just leave his family behind, it’d only be that much harder to care for them
  • and just randomly one day, he gets a call from his friend seungkwan who’s currently working in music
  • seungkwan mentions that there’s this new idol sweetheart who has just moved from her old company to the one seungkwan works for and they’re in the process of getting everything switched and yada yada wonwoo is almost bored of the conversation
  • until seungkwan mentions that they’re looking for suitable bodyguards for the idol, because the scandal with her and her last company was that her last bodyguard left her unattended in her dressing room and she got swarmed by obsessive fans after a show
  • so seungkwan is groaning about it bc he has to go through piles and piles of applications for the bodyguard position, a good chunk of which are just coming from stalker fans who want to get close to their favorite idol, when wonwoo is like “…could i apply?”
  • and seungkwan is like !!!!! hell yes!! you’d be perfect for this!!
  • he gives wonwoo the application and everything and seungkwan even puts in a letter of recommendation for him
  • and wonwoo is really only doing it bc he knows he’s no good at anything other than using his fists and protecting the people he cares about, and if this job means he has to do that for some stuck up idol then so be it
  • he’s not even expecting the call he gets from the ceo of the company the next day, asking him to come to the company for a “personal evaluation”
  • a personal evaluation happens to be an extensive background check and multiple layers of paperwork that wonwoo could barely remember the contents of before he’s really given the job
  • “the subject also has one question for you, to determine if you are really fit for the job: are you… are you fast enough?” the man at the desk reads off, looking a lil lost
  • until the two men hear a high pitched laugh outside of the door and the sound of pounding footsteps running down the hall
  • and sure enough, when the two go to investigate, there you are, grinning over your shoulder as you dart down another hallway, most likely on your way outside when you catch an elevator for the first floor
  • and wonwoo is off like a rocket, even as the doors shut and you’re already flying down several floors, he’s sprinting down the stairwells two steps at a time, determined to catch you before you get outside
  • he seems to be pretty good at this too, since he’s standing in front of your elevator just as the doors open and you clumsily collide into his chest where his hands grip your shoulders to push you back some steps so he can get a good look at you
  • your cheeks are rosy and your hair is all over the place, but you’re also laughing like a little kid
  • “you really are fast” you declare, folding your arms over your chest with an exhausted huff, looking him over as he stands completely composed and stoic
  • but on the inside he’s trying really hard to show that those stairs didn’t wind him lol
  • “i’m jeon wonwoo, your new bodyguard, nice to meet you” wonwoo introduces himself in a monotonous voice
  • you smile and pat his arm, nodding to the left of the elevators where the company’s complimentary cafe is “i’ll buy you a coffee and we can get to know each other, how’s that sound?”
  • of course, wonwoo respectfully can’t refuse so he follows you anyway, and tries to keep his order simple and plain because honestly, what would he look like ordering every sweet on the menu when you’re paying and it’s his first day?
  • he silently cries as he drinks his boring black coffee and longingly looks at the vanilla cream puff flavored latte you ordered and are currently enjoying very audibly to his disdain
  • “my manager told me this you’re the only candidate who wasn’t a bodyguard previously, but you seem pretty qualified. what did you do before this?” you ask, watching him over the straw over your drink
  • “underground fighting” he deadpans
  • “illegal?” “extremely” “are you any good?”
  • wonwoo is kinda shocked you even asked, bc he more than expected you to get nervous around him when he told you about his previous occupation, but instead you’re staring at him with excitement in your eyes like he’s just told you he used to slay dragons in his past life
  • and, ok, the sparkle you just got in your eyes when you asked is kind of adorable
  • “hopefully i’ll never have to prove it to you” he says, and your visage deflates a little at the thought but you know he’s telling the truth, and instead you nudge his leg under the table, instead focusing your eyes on the healing scars on and near his knuckles, which he hides from your sight the moment he notices
  • “you’re probably right, but i still think it’d be pretty cool. i can tell you’re not that kind of guy, anyway”
  • wonwoo wants to Object because what do you even know? you’ve only been talking to him for half an hour, how could you possibly deduct that about his personality?
  • and sure, the look in your eyes is something like absolute certainty but you were wrong. you knew nothing about him and you were wrong
  • right?
  • but then you’re telling him you’ve got voice lessons so the conversation is postponed and he is already on his way to escorting you to the room you’ve got to go to, and you’re waving him a goodbye for now, knowing he wouldn’t be needed until you had to go somewhere other than the building
  • so on his way back to the office he’s handed his suit by seungkwan which is “dry clean only and if you destroy this thing I will personally wring your neck”, a pair of nice shoes and an ear piece that would allow him to communicate with other body guards or even you yourself since it is capable of picking up phone calls
  • of course he’s expected to try it out for the first time and you just so happen to finish your lesson a little while after they get him suited and booted so you sneakily hide behind a wall and watch as he and his friend fiddle with the cufflinks on his sleeves and he wiggles the little earpiece around
  • and then you pull out your phone and dial the number you’d been given for him, which starts vibrating in his pocket and he presses a little button on the ear piece to answer “hello?”
  • in the creepiest voice you can muster, you whisper “hey there sexy, looking good in that suit”
  • almost immediately wonwoo twists around and catches you giggling into the receiver of your phone, and when you two make eye contact you bolt like sonic the hedgehog
  • and wonwoo just sighs
  • “she’s a handful, huh? don’t worry, you’ll warm up to her” seungkwan says with a small smile, nudging wonwoo who just huffs and broods
  • “doubt it”
  • and thus begins wonwoo’s job as your bodyguard
  • a job more entertaining than he expected
  • he spends most of his time trying to keep you from goofing off rather than keeping crazy fans off you
  • like you’ll literally just be en route to a restaurant up the street from the company to meet with some singer for a collab but you’ll do a complete detour and run into a store because “it’s a 40% off sale jeon! 40%!!!”
  • he’s always on the verge of doing a shit load of apologizing to anyone you inconvenience but no matter what you do, even if you break some priceless thing in an antique shop, because you’re famous, no one has the heart to say anything to you??
  • and he can’t help but feel a little jealous at how untouchable you are
  • at times he doesn’t even think he really needs to be there, if no seems to have the balls to get on your bad side
  • he just feels really out of his element with you, like he’s entering a world he shouldn’t have even thought about being in
  • and when you mingle with other stars or whatever he always has this urge to overreact bc he knows a lot of these ppl through his mom and chan,,,,,
  • like you’ll be in an interview with your upcoming drama co-star and he’ll be biting his fist cause fuck his mom would kill him if she ever found out he didn’t get a picture of kim ji soo while he was there sharing the same air
  • and when the interview is over and you’re talking with ji soo and a producer you see wonwoo staring daggers at ji soo and you get really confused until you see him fumbling with his phone and you suddenly 💡!!!
  • “wonwoo!! come over and meet ji soo!” you wave him over, and he nearly drops his phone but also ok,, ,he can do this,, ji soo is just a man and- fuck he just looked his way. how is he that handsome in real life
  • you start talking wonwoo up to ji soo like “this is my amazing bodyguard, wonwoo. he’s a big fan, would you mind taking a pic with him?”
  • and ofc ji soo doesn’t mind so he sidles up to wonwoo and wonwoo’s hands are shaking far too much to take a pic so you take the phone from him, fingers brushing against his sweaty palms with a giggle and you turn to ji soo like “he’s just a little nervous. you should put your arm around him”
  • wonwoo: 🚫HOLD❗️UP❌I DID NOT⛔️ALLOW❗️THIS
  • but ji soo is already squishing wonwoo into his side and damn… he really smells nice. his mom is gonna freak
  • you take multiple pictures of them just posing, but then ji soo turns to wonwoo and is like “bro you look really clean in that suit, like the men in black” and wonwoo is so pleased he thinks so so he just :)
  • and meanwhile you’re giggling and taking a few discreet pics of the both of them, focusing in on wonwoo’s cute fanboy reaction
  • when they finally part and wonwoo is back to his usual stoic self, you hold up the phone to his face and there’s a picture of him looking at ji soo with literal heart eyes
  • and before you can comment wonwoo is like “let us never speak of this moment again. also. which picture best captures my good side”
  • it’s the first time you’ve seen such of side in wonwoo and you can’t help thinking that you want to see more, if he’d let you that was
  • from then on, it’s like your mission to poke out that cute, innocent side of his that he worked so hard to keep from you and others
  • little by little, you began to unravel the being that was wonwoo
  • but as you grew restless with the waiting, you decided to turn to seungkwan for some help
  • and you know. seungkwan. might have said more than he should have
  • seungkwan ended up spilling nearly everything about wonwoo to you, from his high school days to the underground fighting
  • and even though you knew about the underground fighting, hearing just how strong and powerful he really was and just how many shady fights he’d been in, where opponents fight damn near to the death, you start to wonder if that cute side of wonwoo’s is really… him
  • wonwoo notices the change in you immediately, when you go from being all silly with him to kind of keeping to yourself, and at first he rejoices bc finally!! some peace and quiet
  • but hours of quiet turn to days of quiet, and then weeks, and wonwoo is really concerned that he did something wrong
  • so he manages the courage to ask you one day
  • immediately you try to act like you had been aloof to it the whole time, but of course, wonwoo can see right through you, and it angers you but it doesn’t surprise you
  • wonwoo has been the only person to see right through you since you came into this industry
  • “did you… did you like underground fighting? even when some people never really came back from those fights… the same?”
  • and wonwoo lightly curses under his breath bc he knows exactly who you’ve been talking to, and he knows that that person can be pretty bad at relaying information some (most) of the time
  • “no, i didn’t… like it. i didn’t like knocking people unconscious for sport, but i did it to help. my parents kept pretending like they weren’t on the verge of losing everything and i… was wasting my fists away in school, punching every bully in sight. at least with underground fighting, i got paid. a good chunk of that money i made went to my parents and my brother to make sure they were settled”
  • “you haven’t seen your family in a while, have you?” you ask, and he looks at you like you’re prodding into the innermost parts of his mind for him to open up, something that makes him squirm under you gaze despite the comfort you try to convey to him
  • he just shakes his head, unable to say more in fear of bursting when he’s been working so hard to stay together
  • you can’t fathom why this boy, trapped in a man’s body, works so hard to pretend nothing hurts him
  • why he does his best to be the unbreakable, unfeeling wall of steel
  • why he refuses to get close, and how even when you chip away at his facade, he’s always right behind you, ready to fix it back up again
  • you know that you’re a long ways away from getting him to open up completely, but you try whatever you can to at least encourage him to
  • he ends up meeting your family at a family bbq you invite him to one day and honestly?? he doesn’t realize until he’s helping your dad flip burgers and playing table tennis with your mom that this is the first time he’s been around a family setting in years
  • seeing the dynamic between you and your fam as you just kick back and let loose and drop the professional facade you have to keep when working sparks something in him he hasn’t felt in a long time
  • he nearly has to run to the bathroom to collect himself because he’s suddenly thinking of his parents and his brother and how much he misses them
  • by the end of the night, all of you are sitting by the fire pit and drinking a little bit but of course wonwoo takes something light because he has to drive you home later and you lean against him a little, to his surprise, and sigh, “i hope today made you feel a little less alone”
  • wonwoo externally is all poker face but on the inside he’s like
  • ,,,, not to be emo but wtf ;-;
  • so he’s driving you back to your apartment in the city, and when you arrive you ask him to help you take up the leftovers your mother has packed you because there are far too many for you to carry on your own
  • so wonwoo obliges and helps carry the damn near ten bowls of leftovers your family had left bc you couldn’t cook for your life and needed it all lol
  • wonwoo even helps you arrange everything in the fridge, being a gentleman and putting a few things in the freezer because he knows you might eat everything at once if it was readily available to you
  • and you perch yourself on the kitchen counter with a tired but content sigh, watching him fuss about your kitchen bc you “never clean up after yourself” and “can’t wash a dish right to save your life” and he honestly sounds more like your mom than your mom does at the moment
  • as you watch him, smile fond and gaze fonder, you grab his arm as he’s walking by and just pull him into a hug
  • he’s pretty startled so he freezes up in your hold and doesn’t really know what to do
  • i mean sure, being touchy is your thing and you often give him kisses on the cheek or side hugs when he greets you in the morning to start the day, but this hug feels…
  • consoling? soothing?
  • it feels like so much more than just your arms around his neck
  • “i know you don’t want to tell me everything yet. so i’ll wait for you”
  • and like that, the dam breaks, and wonwoo lets the tears fall, arms idle at his sides, “why do you care so much? i only work for you. nothing more” “wonwoo… don’t you get it? you’re a friend to me, of course i care about you.”
  • and carefully, you push him back with arms still wound about him so that you can see his red eyes and quivering lips
  • you gently brush underneath his eye with your thumb, “i can see when someone is holding too much in. it’s okay to let that go now”
  • he pulls you back in, for the first time hugging you first
  • you can tell he’s needed a hug like this and it’s a long time coming, so you hold him
  • and that night he spills all his burdens to you
  • about missing his family, and about the life he’s chosen and wondering if it’s a good one
  • he’s still afraid to acquaint with his family too much even after leaving the underground life bc he’s so scared that maybe some angry opponent from years ago would find them and hurt them
  • but underneath that fear is also the fear of rejection, and thinking that they wouldn’t want to see him again after leaving for so long
  • right?
  • when he’s aired out all of his feelings, he leaves for the night feeling a lot lighter in the chest
  • and that’s when the wheels in your mind start turning
  • you recruit the help of seungkwan, who reveals that wonwoo’s 21st birthday is coming up and that he wants to do something special for his friend
  • so you ask seungkwan to round up all of wonwoo’s friends from high school and put in a little special request so that you can make wonwoo’s birthday the best birthday he’s ever had
  • on the day of his birthday, wonwoo doesn’t act any more different than usual, coming in and greeting everyone and not dropping any hints of what day it is
  • he gets a funny text from you that day for him to meet you at the company rather than at home, so he takes his instructions, albeit a little confused
  • you tell him to meet you in your usual practice room and he’s on his way in, completely clueless
  • when he opens the door, the lights are off and seemingly no one is there
  • he flips on the lights, and immediately glitter is raining from above and a chorus of screams ring out in the room, all singing a discordant version of “happy birthday, wonwoo!” 
  • and wonwoo can’t even pretend to be unfazed, he’s smiling way too hard
  • he sees amongst his friends soonyoung, jun, seungcheol, joshua, vernon, seokmin, and even little chan who definitely isn’t little anymore (jesus, where does the time go ;-;)
  • all of his friends surround him and give him pats on the back and warm congratulations, and there you are standing in the midst of it all with a cake and his name on it
  • the cake is in the shape of a teddy bear that looks just like him, and he can’t help but shake his head at you before taking in a breath to blow out the candles
  • “wait!! you have to make a wish!” seungkwan scolds, and wonwoo blinks at the boy before shutting his eyes and doing as told, and then he’s blowing them out 
  • “what’d you wish for?” chan asks excitedly, clinging to wonwoo’s arm
  • the older boy just glances from chan to you, and then laughs a little “nothing for you to worry about, kiddo”
  • so the fourteen of you (and a few co-workers who heard the commotion) eat cake and reminisce on wonwoo’s life in high school and you hear so many good blackmail stories that nearly have wonwoo taping all of their mouths shut
  • chan’s got the most out of all of them lol
  • “i remember this one time wonwoo and i went-” “no chan, that story is boring” “well, what about that time we saw-” “no chan, that’s not appropriate” “okay!! what about that time we did-” “no chan, that was illegal”
  • but it’s all in good fun, and you find yourself cracking up more in one day than you have in a while
  • wonwoo is in the middle of scarfing down the last slice of cake when he sees you make eyes at seungkwan, and his suspicions start to rise
  • discreetly, or at least to everyone else, you leave the room, and wonwoo has a really strong urge to follow, but you’re back within three minutes
  • “i think it’s time for the gift for the birthday boy, don’t you think?” you say, and seungkwan walks over to wonwoo, his hand comforting on the back of the boy’s shoulder
  • wonwoo is really curious now, but before he can ask, the door to the room opens again
  • and in walks his family, smiling tearfully as they take him in
  • his dad looks like he’s trying not to cry and his mom has her hands over her mouth as she takes in her son, having grown up without her for the last five years
  • even his little brother, who he remembers barely coming up to his chest is now almost towering over him, smiling though his cheeks are already wet
  • wonwoo doesn’t even care that anyone else is in the room. he runs straight for them with unabashed love
  • they hug for a long while, the four of them just relishing in the fact that they had wonwoo back in their life and vice versa
  • wonwoo is apologizing over and over again like it’s the only words he knows, and they might as well be because he can’t find himself saying anything else as he looks at his family’s faces
  • he just feels so sorry and so terrible for how long he’s been gone, and he wants to beat himself up for it all until he’s gotten their forgiveness
  • but he doesn’t even have to
  • they already do forgive him
  • eventually, the other boys clear out to give them their space, and you offer to give them a tour of the company to pass the time
  • as they’re rough-housing with each other, you walk with seungcheol whose got his hands deep in his pockets and he looks pensive, smiling quietly to himself
  • “you like him a lot, don’t you?” seungcheol suddenly asks, and you look at him like he’s grown a second head
  • “l-like?? who?? wonwoo???? that brick wall?? haha. no. ha. no no no no no. he’s not even my type”
  • seungcheol quietly listens to you blabber on, grinning every time you stutter over a word
  • and then you turn to him with an utterly hopeless expression and just defeatedly nod at him
  • “thought so. both of you get a little puppy dog look in your eyes when you look at each other” 
  • to which. your interest is…… piqued
  • “both?” you ask, looking hopefully at him
  • seungcheol pats your head pitifully and is like?? you really thought huh??? that boy played you. he’s got a crush and it’s bad
  • so fast forward a little while later, wonwoo and his family find you all and the boys admit they have to head back to class or work so you bid them all adieu,,,,, and of course ,,,not before seungcheol smirks and winks at you and nods his head at wonwoo very unhelpfully
  • wonwoo ends up asking if it’s alright if he can take a few extra hours off to eat dinner with his family at home later, and instantly you’re like ofc!!! take the whole month off!!! talk to your family :)))
  • and then his mom is like “thank you so much for helping set this up. would you like to come to dinner too?”
  • wonwoo is about to break the news that you have a few interviews and recording sessions scheduled later that day and that you wouldn’t be able to take off, but recklessly you’re like screw that lol i’m coming with
  • wonwoo wants to scold you so bad but. i mean. you’re also the reason he’s going back home with his family for the first time in years so. ://. he’ll save it for later
  • when you guys pull up to his neighborhood, wonwoo, you, and his brother walk around the place, greeting neighbors they grew up with and pointing out all the places they spent their time at as children
  • some kids even stop by to get your autograph and wonwoo pretends to stop them as “your loyal bodyguard” but the kids just shove him out of the way like move wonwoo this is a once in a lifetime thing
  • and wonwoo is like rude. i babysat you when i was sixteen. show some respect
  • wonwoo’s brother also shares some embarrassing stories of wonwoo,,,, of which wonwoo wants to hit him for but decides that he can do that later after they’ve finished being all lovey dovey and catching up
  • by the end of the night, you’re gonna go home with a completely different view of jeon wonwoo than you started with
  • eventually, you all huddle in for dinner with his family and they’re all so warm and accepting of you, asking all about the life you live and the music you make
  • you end up making his parents into fans!!
  • wonwoo’s brother even admits to having a bit of a fan crush on you and you do a bunch of cute gestures for him just to get him flushed in the cheeks
  • as the night comes to a close, wonwoo asks you to meet him outside
  • and because his family lives out in the country, the view of the stars at night is spectacular
  • he sets out some lawn chairs his family has and the both of you just kick back and look at the stars, sharing a bowl of grapes (of which you and wonwoo continuously throw at each other, trying to see who has the better aim
  • he keeps catching them with his mouth damn it
  • “thank you, by the way. i don’t think i’ve said that yet today”
  • you look over at him just as he shoves a handful of grapes into his mouth with a content sigh
  • he smiles at the stars and takes in a deep breath “this is probably the first time in five years i’ve felt so… peaceful. so thank you, really. you’ve done so much for me, and i swear i don’t deserve it”
  • you pop his head and he lets out a grunt of pain but it mixes in with a laugh
  • “don’t say that, jeon wonwoo. you deserve this peace more than you give yourself credit for. you bring me peace of mind, so the least i could do is return the favor”
  • wonwoo ends up just kinda looking at you, the stars twinkling above and the sounds of his mother singing from inside the house carrying out into the warm summer night
  • “what’s… that thing you’re always telling me to do? be open with how i feel?” he asks, and you furrow your brows in confusion
  • “i’m probably jinxing the night, and that would be very typical of me, but i also can’t keep quiet so just… please listen okay? you’ve been something of a friend to me these past few months i’ve been working with you. especially after that night i spilled everything to you. i feel like i can trust you and i’ve never really had a person like you in my life. someone that just… understands me right off the bat. so i guess i was a little scared getting to know you and making any steps to form a deeper relationship other than professional because it felt too good to be true. but after tonight… i’ve realized something? and i think i should let you know what it is”
  • your breath is coming out shaky now, and all you can do is manage a stunned nod, the only thing on your mind being the words seungcheol had spoken to you earlier
  • “i think i have feelings for you. and i’m terrified of it. i’m used to pushing away people that could mean something important to me in fear of fucking up their lives like i’ve been doing to my family for the last five years, but i can’t… can’t live like this anymore. after seeing my family again, i’ve realized i can’t do that anymore. i’ll take all the consequences if i have to, and i totally understand if you want me resigned and out of your life by tomorrow morning. but if you feel the same, you don’t have to say it yet… just stay here with me for an hour longer. that’s all i ask. if you get up and walk away i’ll know-” 
  • “god…….. you’re such an emo, wonwoo. i’m not going anywhere. ya hear me? nowhere. i like you too, you idiot.” you push his arm lightly and he looks at you dumbfounded, so you just shoot him a tiny smile, nudging him with your foot 
  • but i mean, could wonwoo have expected any other kind of response from you?
  • “did you… i just confessed to you and you called me an emo and an idiot in nearly the same breath” “yeah, well, if the shoe fits”
  • wonwoo so badly wants to pull you into a headlock and give you a lil noogie but it’s also probably Not The Time
  • so he just nudges you back with content, watching the cute little smile on your face as his hand falls to lean over the arm of his chair and to brush against yours, just as you link your fingers together in solidarity, “how cliche. the bodyguard falling for the pop star”
One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!

“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.


Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.


Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.


Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

Foxy // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

To say I was excited to write this would be an understatement!! I live for Harry Potter and young Sirius, old Sirius, just Sirius in general is what I’m here for. JK Rowling did him so wrong like I cry thinking about it. SO MAKING THIS A MINI SERIES IF PEOPLE LIKE IT. (Taking place in 6th year before he runs away)

And the year is 1976… people seem to forget that they attended Hogwarts in the 70s…

Part Two >>

Requests are closed. xx 

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : Like over 5000….. I got carried away… i just love him sm

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“So how was your summer, Padfoot?” Remus asked his friend as they made their way through the train, searching for an empty compartment.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “it was shit like it usually is. A boy can only hear how much of a failure he is so many times before it gets old. Like I get it, Regulus is a gem. Let’s throw a parade.”

“You’re always welcome at the Potter household, just so you know. My mum continues to gush about you.” James spoke, a small grin playing at his lips.

The three boys continued searching, not noticing that their raven haired friend stopped and was staring into a compartment. James turned around, realizing that it was too quiet and saw Sirius still frozen in that spot.

“Oi! Padfoot!” James called out, walking back to where his best friend stood.

“What’re you doing, mate?” Potter questioned, Sirius turned to him and let a wide smile take over his features.

“I think I found my new conquest this year.”

James furrowed his eyebrows, before turning to look into the compartment, finding a girl with long hair sitting back with parchment and a quill in her hand. Before he could respond, Sirius opened the compartment door and allowed himself in.

“Pardon me, gorgeous, is this seat taken?”

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Bad Days (WinterIron Prompt Fill)

Combining the WS/Bucky Prompts I got from @the-ice-goddess@larissaloki@the-superhero-under-your-bed​ and an anonymous

Prompt: Bucky likes Tony, but is too scared to tell him. What he doesn’t know is that every time he has a “winter soldier” moment, he is constantly protecting tony and not letting anyone near him, so tony already knows that Bucky likes him (“genius, remember?”). Bucky finally gets up the courage to talk to Tony, only for Tony to tell him what’s been going on and he’s been waiting for Bucky to be comfortable enough to actually tell him. Happy ending!

I’ve been on a winter soldier binge (thanks to the alpha WS you did!!) and I just love the thought of Ws being triggered in the tower and while everyone is creating a perimeter etc Tony walks in sleep deprived and due to how adorable he looks Ws aggressively cuddles and protects this sleepy cuteness!
I don’t know if you’re still taking prompts buuuuut if you are maybe a quick fic of Tony enjoying how beefy Bucky is 😘😉
Bucky panicking bc he can feel the WS creeping in & the team being shocked at how the WS in basically in love with Tony & how he is protective of him

Some days were just harder than others.

It was to be expected after all, a tower full of heroes with pasts that varied from something in the forties to that of a professional killer and everything in between.

So everyone had bad days. Natasha went from borderline scary to full on terrifying. Clints pranks went from mostly harmless to almost deadly as he worked out whatever was on his mind. Steve’s bad days were more manageable, usually holing himself up in his room to draw. Bruce of course… he had a Hulk proof room at the bottom of the Tower where he could go if he started feeling…green.

Honestly, out of everyone, TONY was the one to have the worst bad days. He would lock himself in the lab for days at a time, refuse to eat and basically self destruct until JARVIS got tired of it and called for one of the Avengers (usually Steve) to bodily remove Tony from the lab and force him to face the real world.

So yeah, some days were just hard, and the team dealt with them accordingly. Besides, its not like any one of them was going to hurt any of the other ones.

Or at least, that had never been a concern until Bucky moved in.
It was fine, usually. Sure Bucky was a little cranky, and if Sam Wilson got too close they fought like siblings, and Natasha and Bucky this weird animosity thing going on… but it was fine usually.

And for whatever reason, Tony had taken a special interest in Bucky, bringing him down to the lab to work on his arm for hours at a time. They bonded in the near silence of the lab, Tony only asking questions that had to be asked, Bucky answering as best he could. If anyone noticed that Tony seemed to smile more when Bucky was around, or that Bucky seemed to always be around if Tony was around… well no one said anything.

It was fine…usually.

Until Bucky had a bad day. Because Bucky’s bad days triggered his Winter Soldier, and that was never a good thing.

The first time Bucky was triggered, really triggered, no one really knew what had happened.
Maybe it was Natashas gilb comment about her last mission, maybe it was Clint shooting finger guns at Cap after a snarky quip, maybe Sam finally crossed the line with his teasing. No one knew, but it happened regardless.

To the team’s credit, the moment they realized what was happening, they jumped into defensive mode– definitely not OFFENSIVE, because no one was going to win that fight. They created a perimeter to keep the Soldier in the common area, JARVIS locked down the building as well as he could, and things were tense as Steve tried to talk to the Soldier, hands up peacefully as he stared into pale blue eyes that did not recognize him anymore.

The Soldier had his gun drawn, his left arm up and out defensively, eyes darting around wildly trying to map escape routes and possible hostiles and then—

—then the elevator door opened and Tony walked right into the fray, rubbing at his eyes because god damn it he was tired after a two day marathon in the lab.

“Tony!” Natasha hissed to catch his attention and divert him, but nothing much could divert sleepy Tony from a warm blanket and soft couch, so he just kept right on going.

“Move.” Tony mumbled and shoved at a shocked Steve, who acted without thinking and grabbed Tonys arm to stop him.

Steve was flying backwards and smacking into the wall before he could even blink, and all he and the rest of the team could do was stare at a furious Winter Soldier, who was standing protectively in front of Tony, damn near snarling, his weapon pointed firmly at Steve, who he seemed to think posed the biggest threat.

Tony froze instantly, his eyes wide, but not saying anything, and he barely managed to hide his shock when the Soldier turned right around and picked him up, cradling him close to his chest for the few steps it took to get to the couch.    

He held Tony easily in his left arm, reaching for a blanket with his right and wrapped it around Tony several times before setting him down, a pillow beneath his head.

Then the Soldier sat on the floor with his head leaned back against the Tony-burrito, his gun resting on his thigh, eyes closing enough to look relax, but not enough to fool anyone into thinking that he actually was relaxed.

“I think we should all just…back away.” Clint said quietly and held up a hand to silence Steve when he started to protest. “No really. If the Soldier was going to hurt Tony he would have done it right away instead of swaddling him and giving him a pillow. We need to back away. Slow and easy.”

One by one, some slower than others, the team started backing down, hands up so the Soldier wouldn’t get trigger happy.

Once the room was empty, Tony very calmly asked JARVIS to lock the doors and play some calming music while he slept.

And then he just… slept. Completely safe (if not completely confused) with the Soldier’s head resting against his knees.

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anonymous asked:

So I know it’s like basically canon that Stan plays baseball, Mike has football and Eddie is a cheerleader. But can we talk about how Bill would be so into cross country?? And he has to wear those tiny...tiny shorts and he never takes them off because “you a-always gotta be r-ruh-ready to go” and fORGET BILL BEING SPEECHLESS OVER STAN’s tight ass baseball pants just imagine stan gulping everytime Bill walks in in those small ass shorts someone hELP MY GAY ASS

YES bill would be such a good runner oh my god and imagine georgie coming to watch him and cheering him him on AWWW

Do you want me to lie and say I love you?

25.         “Being your friend is basically ruining my life”

40.         “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and say i love you?”


warning: i think there was swearing? sexual shit, tom being a f u c king asshole

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Wildcat: EVERYBODY SHUT UP MY MOM IS CALLING *picks up phone* Hey mom.


Mini: Come back to bed.

Terroriser: *various sex noises*

Bryce: Tell her I said hi.

Marcel: Aye! Pass the weed!!

Daithi: *blasting out curse words*


Wildcat: Hold on mom. *puts phone on mute* EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I RIP OUT YOUR TOUNGES!! *unmutes phone*
What where you saying mom?

Everyone: ……..

Bias in my clothes eyy

out-of-context quotes from my mythology professor

-“Basically Athena can beat up Hephaestus whenever she likes”
-“Zeus absolutely can’t keep it in this pants.”
-“…with a handy little dolphin down there…”
-“…his brother-in-law slash uncle. i hate this family.”
-“Fuck with Venus and get fucked, basically.” -“So they say, ‘come join our orgy we’re having a lot of fun’ and he says ‘no thank you’ so they rip him to pieces.” -“He has to go rescue his boy toy.”
-“Who’s the tiny little guy? Well, I’ll tell you.” -“He can see through rocks and stuff which is a nice talent to have.”
-“Instead of having legs they just have snakes. Multiple snakes.”
-“So let’s talk about the consequences of incest.”

Goth x Fell Goth x Palette Part 2

I finished it Senpai, finally

~10 minutes later~
I heard Palette stir as well as Gothy. I chuckled lowly and wrapped his legs around my lower stomach. He gasped and backed away a bit. Palette heard me and jolted up, not going far because of the ropes.
“W-what the heck?? Fell, what’s going on??”
“I’m so glad you’re awake, now the fun can start~”
I started nipping at his neck, making him let out a startled moan. Palette’s eyes widened at the sound of his precious Gothy. I snickered and walked up to him, untieing the blindfolded and plopping Goth down.
“You’re gonna watch me make a mess out of your little Gothy, got it? Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you join in~”
He had a glare on his face, but I couldn’t help but notice a bump forming at the crotch of his pants. I chuckled and rubbed it a bit, making it as big as it could get. He wasn’t as big as my Palette, with the fucking Viagra he overdoses on, but he was still gonna be big inside Goth, and that’s all that matters. He let out a startled groan, moving his hips a bit. I pulled my hand away and smiled evilly.
“You ready for the show, cause it’s about to start~”
Oh stars I’m getting so turned on by this. I yanked up Goth and bit his collar bone, causing him to let out a surprised moan. I laid him down on to the floor, undoing his robe and my own, showing his bare ribs. Palette let out a failed muffled groaned at the sight of us.
“Yeah, just keep making those sounds. Moan Palette’s name, see how hot and bothered he gets~”
Palette let out a breathy noise of arousal at my words. Goth looked at him and blushed heavily before turning back to me and nodding slightly.
“You naughty boy~”
I sucked on his top ribs, right next to his birthmark.
“Ahhh Palette!”
I flipped him onto his back, gently massaging a certain spot on his back that was extremely sensitive.
“Nnngh, P-palette!”
“Yeah, moan his name just like that~ Don’t you love the way he gets so turned on from you coming undone?”
Goth was panting and letting out breathy moans while trembling a bit. I chuckled and flipped him back on to his stomach. Palette moved his hips roughly, trying to get something stimulation, but failing. I bit my lip from the sight of him. He’ll be basically an animal on Gothy when I untie him! I can’t wait for that part. I wanna hear Goth scream in pleasure. I smiled evilly and grabbed a cord of bullet vibrators, bringing out Originals soul. His eyes widened as I wrapped the wires around his soul, being specific to where I but the vibrators, making them at least graze everything single sensitive spot in his soul. I turned them on and immediately turned the dial to max. His eyes rolled to the top of his eye sockets as he screamed in pleasure. “AHHHH GOD PALETTE!!!!”
Goth was trembling immensely as tears of pleasure ran down his face. Palette looked so desperate to just wreck little Gothy, oh stars I love this~ Goth came through his soul a few seconds later, screaming Palette’s name. I smiled and decided to give Palette at least a bit of stimulation. I plopped Goth down on to his lap and bounced him up and down. Palette groaned loudly, throwing his head back a bit at the long over due pleasure. Goth got the hint a bit and rocked his hips side to side and his pelvis. I pulled him away suddenly, making Palette growl at me slightly. I clicked my tongue at him.
“Now now, you’ll get what you want eventually. Are you just upset you’re not doing this to him? That you not feeling his tight pussy around your cock as you slam into him? I told you, if you’re a good boy you’ll get your reward~”
Goth looked like he recovered from his orgasm, perfect~ I got in between his legs a bit and started fingering his dripping wet cunt. He let out helpless moans as I slipped two, then three fingers into him. I wonder if he’s a squirter, that’ll make Palette go wild, I’m sure~ I quickened my pace and felt him clench around my now four fingers inside of him.
“Yeah, that’s it, cum for me, make Palette go crazy for your pussy~” My words sent him off the edge again, making him cum and spray liquid on to my fingers, some getting on the floor around my hand. He is a squirter, who would’ve thought? I glanced at Palette to make sure he saw it.
“Palette, did you see that, or do you need an encore?~”
“I saw.. lemme just pound into him already~”
I smirked at him and decided.
“Well, you have been a good boy for me, and I’d love to see you at your most animalistic. Sure, do what you will to your little Gothy~”
Palette was fidgeting as I untied him. I stepped out of the way as Palette pounced on to Goth. He squeaked as Palette quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his throbbing dick. I teleported to behind Goth, getting him on his knees in Palette’s lap. I grabbed a dildo, roughly 7-8 inches, and about Palette’s size. I had it put right outside Goth’s ass. Palette slammed into Goth and went at a fast and rough pace. I immediately started thrusting the dildo into his tight ass, jacking myself off in the process. Palette suddenly got an evil grin on his face, and it was aimed at me.
‘Oh shit’
He summoned big slimy tentacles and wrapped them around Goth and my ribs, sensitive spot on his back, and my soul. He slid the dildo out of Goth’s ass and replaced it with a big tentacles, I think it was the biggest one he summoned. It thruster at an inhuman speed with the other one rubbing Goth’s sensitive spot and ribs. He did the same to me, making it extremely difficult to keep my moans hidden. Goth was an absolute mess, he was screaming bloody murder from all the pleasure he was feeling.
“Well, mmf, too bad, cuz when I’m done with both of you, you both won’t be able to walk for a week!”
Goth was bouncing in Palette’s lap heavily. I’ll admit, I wasn’t in the best of appearances as well. I gave up on hiding my moans and was jacking off as fast as I could. The tentacles made everything so much better~
“Mmm, Gothy you’re so tight, God you feel so good. I can’t wait to feel you squirt on to my cock.”
Goth couldn’t handle the pleasure anymore, it finally becoming too much for him. He came and squirted on to his dick with a scream so loud it left a ringing in my ears. Palette pulled out of him as soon as Goth’s orgasm faded down enough. I caught him before he fell from pure exhaustion. Me and Palette hadn’t come yet, but I was about to. My grip tightened around Goth as Palette’s tentacles made me come hard. “Ahhh!!! Palette!!!”
I slowly stroked myself through my orgasm, making me twitch uncontrollably. Palette grabbed my head and pulled it down, making my mouth face to face with his cock.
“Since you’ve been such a tease to me, how about you be the one who gets the honor of getting me off?”
I smirked naughtily and licked the shaft up to the head slowly, making him let out a low groan.
“Mm, just like that baby. Suck me off like the good little doll you can be~”
I bobbed my head up and down as he was close to cumming already. Palette let out a loud moan as he came inside my mouth and made me swallow. Hey, I wasn’t complaining, at least he tasted sweet. I licked the remains off my face and went to pick up Goth, who was basically passed out. Me and Palette carried him to the couch, well, more like I teleported us, and laid him down. He was trembling in overstimulation, panting heavily. I chuckled and cuddled next to him, both of us leaning on Palette. “Hehehe, how was that for a three way?”
“So good~”
“I loved watching you turn Goth into a mess, I’ll admit that much.”
“Heh, well don’t get used to it, because we ain’t doing this in a long while”
I mumbled as I fell asleep into my afterglow.

fanfic by creepychick420


The Signs As Texts I’ve Sent

Aquarius - “I reported all the comments, deleted them and blocked him but not before screenshotting everything.”
Pisces - “That’s why I said gayer - I was originally going to say the gay version but it’s so gay anyway”
Aries - “I’m sorry that my art is so bad it made you cry, may I suggest a handkerchief?”
Taurus - “And you thought I wasn’t any good at dirty lines”
Gemini - “It’s not very easy to get "kindly ageing hippie” and “bloodthirsty vampire” in the same moodboard but I think I managed it"
Cancer - “Help I think the Urinal Mints guitarist plays naked”
Leo - “I meant I feel like you could be the kind of person to collect mutilated dolls limbs”
Virgo - “You know that pencil I lost last week? The one that I said definitely wasn’t in my school bag because I emptied it all out completely? Yeah well I just found the pencil in the outside pocket of my bag”
Libra - “Sndehich”
Scorpio - “What Frank was going to do to basically make Gerard come in his pants I will never know”
Sagittarius - “I’m in a group chat with like ten other people and 98% of the weirdest shit I’ve ever witnessed happens there”
Capricorn - “What do you mean "out of context”? There WAS no context"

anonymous asked:

I love how you used the love scene between Jon and Ygritte and another love scene from a different TV show, but you didn't add the Jonerys love scene in it? Jon was in it, wouldn't it have fit in your story? I wonder why you didn't add it? Too salty? lmao Your ship has 'crackship' written all over it, so these gifsets are all you guys will have to settle with, nothing will happen between them in the show. I doubt I've seen a more delusional fandom than the Jonsa fandom.

I didn’t use the Jondelion sex scene, because I had nothing to work with, because there was nothing romantic about it. I’m the one who should “lmao” not you lol

Like, the sex lasted 20s (I’m excluding the 10s+ of heavy panting on Jon’s part, cause that wasn’t part of the sex, that just looked like agony for Jon), and basically went like this: 

Jon: knock knock

Dandelion: Who’s there? Oh, Jon. Hi there.

Jon: Hey… emh, wanna fuck?

Dandelion: Yeah, sure, come in.

*they undress offscreen, share their first kiss offscreen, jump straight to f*ing, to Jon heavy breathing almost having a panic attack, and Bran is bloody narrating over their scene* 

So yeah… sorry hun, but for the life of me, I would never use their “love” scene for ANYTHING, let alone for my Jonsa gifsets.

There is no build up whatsoever, no sweet caressing, no gentleness, no talking before they make “love”, nor after, no Jon playing with her hair (which we’ve seen him do with Ygritte), no smiling, no connection whatsoever. Most underwhelming “love” scene in the history of love scenes. lol

‘Reign’ was never near as popular as GoT, and yet, when it came to executing love scenes, they did it wonderfully. GoT is great at it too, we’ve seen it with Jon/Ygritte, Grey Worm/Missandei etc. so GoT is more than capable of writing good quality, romantic love scenes, but they didn’t do it with Jondelion. Theirs was no love scene lol That was a sex scene, plain and simple.

Idk how you guys are happy with it, I’d be so f*ing pissed if I shipped two characters together, and THAT was the “love” scene that was delivered to me. 

But whatever floats your ⛵️ I guess 😅🤗

So yeah, why in the world would I use their bland, so called “love” scene for my ship? 

Let me tell you, I’d rather Jon and Sansa didn’t make love at all, if I knew that, THAT, is what we would get. Their forehead kiss had more romance, intimacy and sweetness in it, than the Jondelion sex scene did lol.

I picked the ygritte/jon love scene, because they talked, smiled to each other, kissed each other, laughed, caressed each other, there was a connection between them, a strong one, same thing for the Mary and Francis scenes from Reign, sweet touches, kissing, talking, caressing etc., I picked them, because I had what to work with, because THAT is how LOVE scenes are executed, and NOT what they did with Jon and Dandelion.

Sorry to break it to you hun, but the world doesn’t revolve around Jondelion, and around you Jondelion shippers.

Oh, and one more thing, if you’re a Jondelion shipper, what in the world are you doing checking/reading my Jonsa gifsets? lol

Originally posted by natforprez

Why don’t you use your time in more productive ways? To like, make edits, write fan fiction, write metas etc? You seem to have a lot of time on your hands, why waste it on a “crackship” and on a bunch of “delusional” shippers? When your ship is canon, might I add???

Originally posted by gif87a-com

I’m back! Last time I complained about my coworkers and management, and that’s exactly my complaint this time too.
After my toilet hugging stint I got back on my feet and went to work per usual on Wednesday, nothing at all was said about me not being there Tuesday, there was so sit-down with my Chef, nothing. I got introduced to the new night chef who started while I was out sick. Everything was very much a normal midweek and weekend. New chef seemed a decent guy, if a bit wet behind the ears, and I actually got on VERY well with the other pantry cook….until toda [Sunday]. Our station lead texted me this morning that I’m coming in at 3pm on Sundays now, cos we’ve started a new schedule that gives me 2 days off too (the worst 2 days off possible), which is fine. I usually come in at 3 anyway cos it’s a bit hectic once we start breaking down Brunch and setting up for dinner service. All hands on deck makes the kitchen run smoother during the transition, and it gives me a full hour to get my station restocked and ready to rock before service starts again.
So I get there at 3pm, everything is fine, other pantry cook and I are talking, she complimented my new pants and earrings, we’re deciding who is gonna do what tonight cos with the new schedule she leaves at 7pm and I close, since I now have Monday off as well as Tuesday. We settle on her being main station and me being pizza and desserts until she leaves, then I’ll switch to main station and our trainee (who is also my brother) will tap out on dishtank, where he’s basically the head night dishwasher cos he’s trying to train 3 newbies so he can fully switch to pantry, and come take over pizza and we’ll split desserts (we have a really good system where he plates and I decorate cos the owner WAXES POETIC about how I make the desserts look).
All is well. I’m setting pizza station up, making sure my speed rack is fully stocked with trays of rolls and garlic bread sticks, checking the servers salad bin, and clearing backline a bit…. I’m just starting to get everything together to make backups​ so all I have to do at closing is switch pans and clean….and ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE. The other pantry cook starts literally screaming at me cos of how I’ve set up pizza and rearranging everything from how it’s been since I started working here. I just stand there and let her rave, then calmly ask “What is your PROBLEM?” and she screams at the new chef she’s done with me and leaving. And walks out.
New chef comes over and starts yelling at ME. I’ve done nothing wrong at this point, so I defend myself, as there is NO REASON I should be getting a dressing down right now! He storms off, and apparently goes and talks her back onto the line….and tells me I’m done for the day, clock out and go home. What? So I’m trying to talk to him, and figure out how cos someone else had a shit fit all over me and WALKED OUT, it’s ME being sent home, and he drags the FoH manager into the kitchen and wants us to go to the office. Okay, sure, this needs resolved. As we’re walking I’m asking “what is wrong? What did I do? SHE went off on ME!” And they both flip on me about being insubordinate and blah blah blah. So I throw my hands up with a “Fine, whatever, I quit” and clocked out and went outside to call my roommate to pick me back up less than an hour after they dropped me off. I’m sitting there, crying in frustration, and my Work Mom (she’s the best) comes out and asks what’s wrong, so I tell her. And she talks to me for a while, and has good advice to go talk to both chef and FoH manager again. So I do. New chef does nothing but roll his eyes at me and tell me to “learn to adjust”, while also saying he will give ZERO TIME to actually try and get anything figured out and adjusted so we can actually WORK instead of me coming in each day never knowing if today is the day the other pantry cook goes off on me, cos she does at LEAST twice a week, usually in the first 5 minutes. I have to go from AB at 2:59 to YZ at 3pm and just magically be able to do it with no period of adjustment. Whatever, he’s new, he’ll learn that doesn’t work, head chef will deal with it. So I go talk to FoH, we sit down, talking, hash things out, agree to set up a meeting with the owner and head chef to address things, and we’re treating it as exactly what it is, chef sent me home for the day. (She’s literally heard me say “I quit” 15 times, she knows I’m not quitting, I’m just overly frustrated. Work is not the only place I do this, “I quit” is my way of removing myself from a situation before I blow up). New chef is treating it as I quit and walked out without permission…. Which, 1: You sent me home? Is that not permission? 2: I did not quit my job, I’m poor, I can’t afford that. I quit a pointless conversation that was pissing me off.
Yes, I did very seriously think about quitting the job, cos I’m to a point I can’t TAKE THIS anymore. But I talked to Work Mom, and Station Lead, and my roommate, and got calmed down, and decided no. Much as I want to quit, I won’t quit without notice. I owe my Chef and Station Lead that much. And I won’t give notice without having a new job lined up. I have rent to pay, 2 rats to care for, and a car I’m in the middle of buying from my Station Lead. I can’t be between jobs for even a second or my life falls apart.
Now I have to call the owners secretary tomorrow and get an appointment with him and Chef ASAP, FoH said Tuesday is free so hopefully I can get it then. But until that meeting? I’m currently in Employment Limbo. Do I have a job? Am I unemployed? NOBODY KNOWS.
And I am terrified of how this meeting will go and esp how it will end. This has been a week of hell for me in regards to work, and I have no idea what I’ll see once in the owners office. He’s a great guy, funny, sweet, caring….but only when he wants to be and it’ll benefit his business. Cos he started at the bottom, working as a singer/player at piano bars to pay his way through college, and now he’s an extremely good business lawyer who takes no shit.

Stay: Chanyeol X Reader

(A/N: I really hope this is okay! I took a long time working on it and I haven’t written actual scenarios like this like ever. I hope you like it!)


“Just because you have a dick doesn’t mean you should be one.”

“Why don’t you stay the night?”




This whole situation is awkward.

Why is it always me he calls when he’s drunk?

I took a deep breath and entered the club. This place was definitely not my kind of scene. I looked around until I saw him. He was leaning against a wall, laughing at something one of his ‘groupies’ had said. “I already regret coming here” I muttered, making my way towards the man. “Chanyeol,” my voice squeaked. I hate this place. I want to go home. “Chanyeol, it’s Y/N. Let’s go.” I pushed through the crowd surrounding him and grabbed his wrist. “Woah, woah!” He grinned, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Y/N is that you?” I began making my way to the entrance. “Yeah, it’s me. You called earlier? Said I should ‘come party with you.’” Chanyeol laughed and intertwined his hand with mine, stumbling as we came closer to the door. “Yeah! I ‘member. So why are we leaving? Let’s stay!” We made it to the door before he stopped me, looking down with a pouty face. “Y/N come oooonnnnn. Let’s stay!” “I don’t think so Chan,” I sighed, trying to ignore the fact that he was still holding my hand. “I don’t want you out here in this kind of place. I came to take you home.” “What!? Nooooooo. Y/N don’t be a buzzkill. Come on! Y/NNNNNN!” Chanyeol bitched about not wanting to leave the club, but he followed me back to my car. “Chan, come on. Please? Can I take you home?” I met his eyes, knowing he would probably put up a fight, but he surprised me. Chanyeol’s eyes softened and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Fiiiiinnneeee.” I smiled and gave his hand a squeeze before letting go and stepping inside the car.

By the time we got to his place, he was already falling asleep. He could barely keep his eyes open. “Chan.” I whispered, lightly shaking his shoulder. “We’re at your place.”

“Ah, really?” His eyes fluttered, attempting to stay open. He flashed me a sleepy grin, my heart about lept out of my chest. “Yeah. Come on now, I’ll help you get ready for bed.” I muttered, hoping to god that he couldn’t see the blush on my face.

Why the hell do I find him so cute?

He’s drunk off his ass!

Get over it Y/N…

I helped Chanyeol into his house and got him into his bedroom so he could change. I sat in his living room, waiting for the “okay, you can go home now.”

This is literally like having a toddler.

Or a boyfriend…

Shit what am I thinking.


I slapped my cheeks and that seemed to help a little. I heard the door creak open and saw him. He had on a large white t-shirt and the comic print pajama pants I had gotten him for his birthday a few years ago. “Y/N, my eyes are up here.” Chanyeol smirked. “Oh don’t you wish.” I retorted, trying to hide the smile creeping onto my face. “Oh come ON, Y/N!” Chanyeol laughed, making his way over to me on the couch. He plopped onto the couch, leaning in closer to me. “You and I both know you’ve had a thing for me for basically forever.” I felt my face flush and my heart drop to my stomach. “Excuse me?” I choked out, distancing myself from the tall man. “Y/NNNN,” he cooed, scooting closer to me yet again. “Baekhyun let it slip weeks ago! I knowwwww.” His words were slurring together and an unfamiliar smile made its way to his lips. “We can hook up if you want to.” I jumped off the couch and just stared at him. It was all I could do.

What the actual fuck

I had been head over heels for this damn boy for over a year. And now he’s laughing it off? Acting like hooking up with him would be doing me a favor? “Wow,” I breathed, trying to control my anger. I looked directly at him, watching his smug face. “Just because you have a dick, doesn’t mean you have to be one Park Chanyeol.” I felt slight satisfaction when his face dropped. He seemed to have sobered up at that. “Wait Y/N, what do you me-” His voice sounded disappointed.

Serves you right you prick.

“Chanyeol I don’t want to hear you talk right now.” I said, voice thick with anger. “Hook up with you? Are you fucking kidding me?” He looked down, suddenly ashamed of himself. “You find out I like you, and you think that saying ‘oh hey wanna hook up?’ means I’m suddenly gonna hop on your dick? Think again, you prick.” I sneered, my eyes beginning to water. “Is this why you stopped hanging out with me? Why you only call me when you’re drunk?” Tears began spilling onto my cheeks. “Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean we can’t be friends! But you don’t even want that do you? You find out I like you and the first thing you think is ‘oh I bet I can get into her pants!’ Why did I even fucking like you in the first place?” After those words left my mouth I was full out sobbing. Chanyeol looked shocked, his eyes wide open. I stood in front of him, unable to say anything.

I was shaking.

I took a deep breath and held it. Chanyeol still hadn’t said anything. I let out a whoosh of air and stuttered, “I-I’m going h-home.” I started walking towards the door, but Chanyeol was suddenly behind me, hugging me from the back. “Y/N… I’m sorry.” He trembled, burying his face into my shoulder. I felt his hot tears on my back and strained to keep from crying. “Y/N, please. Please stay.” His voice wobbly. I pulled myself out of his arms and turned to him, refraining from showing emotion. “Why would I stay Chan? You obviously just want to hook up.” “No I don’t!” He wiped away at his face. “Y/N, no I don’t.” He took a shaky breath. “Baekhyun and Jongdae told me I should confess to you, but romantically. Not just through words, through like h-hooking up. But I-I can’t think straight when I’m with you and I get r-really nervous, so I thought I could do it if I was drunk. I don’t want to just h-hook up with you.” He struggled to continue, and held tightly to my hand. “What did you want then Chanyeol? It’s been weeks since we’ve hung out with you actually being sober.” My voice came out a lot harsher than I intended, and he squeezed my hand.

My defenses are falling.

Why is he crying this hard?

I don’t understand.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.” Chanyeol choked out, trying not to cry. I felt like someone had just socked me in the stomach.

He loves me?


Is this some kind of joke?

He does?

“I have been for a really long time now, but every time I’ve thought about confessing I overthink it and chicken out. I want to be your b-b-boyfriend and I’m not very good at expressing that and so I didn’t know what to do with myself and so I accidentally distanced myself from you because I was worried I’d make a fool of myself. Which I just did. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He started crying again and it took all of my remaining strength to not hug him right then and there. “I know I probably just ruined it and if you want to go you can go. I just-” He took a deep breath, “I just really love you and I don’t deserve a chance with you, but I really want you to stay with me tonight. Not sexually. Just stay. I just want to hold you and wake up with you in my arms tomorrow morning.” He let go of my hand and wiped at his eyes again. “But I won’t make you stay. You can go, if that’s what you want.”


I’ve got to be mentally exhausted.

“Ask me again.” I felt the words leave my mouth without my permission.

“Y/N, why don’t you stay the night?

And then I did it.

I walked straight into Chanyeol’s arms, him practically collapsing into me. He clung to me as if I had just spared his life.

I really hope I don’t regret this…

“I’ll stay. But this doesn’t mean that everything’s okay. We’ve got a lot to talk about Chan.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. He pulled me back onto the couch and held me close, his face buried in my neck.

“Okay,” He whispered. “Okay. I’ll make it up to you Y/N. I’m sorry. We can talk talk.” Chanyeol pulled out of the hug and looked me in the eyes. As if he was reading my mind, he reassured me. “I really do love you. Really Y/N.” I hugged him again, closing my eyes and allowing myself to be surrounded by his warmth.

“I love you too.”

Back Alley|| Derek Luh Imagine

Concert night. This is something ive dreamed about for a very long time. Derek Luh is finally in my town and holding a concert. I mean I did tweet him non stop for him to come here so that may have swayed his decision, but still hes here. naturally I bought vip tickets which included meet and greet. there was only a limited number of vip tickets, maybe 20 at most so I bought two, one for me and one for my bestfriend Elena. 

I dressed in my low hanging V-neck maroon skater dress with maroon vans. I had very little makeup on as it would be hot in the venue and I was not about to commit social suicide with makeup running down my face, not today fam, not today. Elena on the other hand, put on makeup. I give her props but I just wont do it. 

We naturally took an uber to the venue, as we smoked a blunt before leaving. I put two extra blunts in my purse, one for derek and one for later. we got to the enue early so that we could get to the front of the crowd and get right at the stage to be right at derek. i was naturally excited and nervous as hell. derek has aways given me this…sexual desire and to be able to see him in his natural sweaty state after the show for the meet and greet made my lower regions ache. 15 minutes after arriving they started letting people in and that’s when me and elena rushed to the front. 

20 minutes or so after everyone was let in the lights when down and KDL came out on stage.

“ARE YOU ALL FUCKING READY!!” KDL screamed into the mic. screams from all directions were voiced. 

“GIVE IT UP FOR MY MAN, MY BROTHER, DEREK FUCKING LUH!!” KDL screamed. my heart was racing. this was it. Derek ran out onto the stage and the music immediately began playing. 

“Quit calling me Luh its Luh bitch!” derek rapped. 


The music changed and Confidence came on. derek took off his shirt and you could see all the sweat dripping down his abs. I bit my lip and swayed my hips to the music. derek came to the edge of the stage to were I was standing and pretended to be hitting it from behind. that fucking set me off. my body ached for him. that ass, knew just what to do to drive any girl wild. 

Dereks last song was his latest, Grow Up and then after that was meet and greet time. I was biting my lip standing in line to meet him. We were last in line because Elena dragged me to the bathroom with her so she could fix her music. but maybe being the last would leave an impression on him. 


Elena went up and hugged him and meet him. I stood there with my phone in my hand, my heart racing faster than I had ever felt in a long time. I took a deep breath as they talked for a minute. I bit down on my lip as I imagined derek holding me close to his sweaty body. he would naturally kiss my cheek. but then I would jump onto him and he hold me there for a second before pushing me against the wall and kissing me up and down my neck. 

“Y/N” I heard elenas voice call. I was drawn form my erotic thought and derek stood there smiling at me. I took a deep breathe and walked over to him. he had his arms open for me, still shirtless. I bit my lip and my body clashed with his in a hug. he smelled so good. he was sweaty but damn did he smell good asf. 

“sorry I’m sweaty” he says. I look up at him. I don’t know what came over me in that second he looked at me but I suddenly had the courage to say something I wouldn’t normally say, unless it was to myself in my head.

“I like you sweaty, it turns me on” I say loud enough for only him to hear. I looked at him and he grew a smirk on his face.

“So tell me your name” he says. 

“Y/N, I’m kinda the one who begged you on twitter to come here, then you followed me and said that you would come” I say.

“Oh my god…damn, I’m sorry, you just look so…” he bit his lip. 

“good, I mean you always did in your musicallys, but in person…damn.” he rambles. I feel my cheeks grow red. 

“well I feel like I owe you a thank you for coming” I say. he smiles.

“I feel like I should too…this was one of the best shows ive had, a very big turn out, probably one of the best ive had” he says. I smile.

“how about we go out and get some food…I mean its late so it wont be crowded with fans.” he says. I look down at my phone and look at the time 2:45 am. 

“sounds good to me” I say. he smiles. he grabs my phone and we take a few selfies. 

“let me go get my keys and get something on and then we’ll go” he says. I nod. I walk over to elena and tell her. 

“oh my fucking god you lucky ass bitch” she says. I laugh.

“well I guess I’ll see you later” she says signling her head to behind me where derek stood. he wore a black shirt to match his jeans. goddamn. I bit my lip.

“wish me luck” I say hugging her goodbye. 

“goodluck you lucky bitch, try not to scream to loud” she winked. I gawked at her. this bitch. me and derek head out of the building and head to a car, which I was assuming he was renting for his time being here. we got into the car and it was quiet for a second as he looked at his phone. 

“where do you want to go?” he asked. I looked away from the window that showed the small part of the alley way. ‘on you’ I say in my head. that’s when my thoughts came back into my head. I felt the familiar ache. I wanted him. I could imagine his hand roaming all over. gripping at every inch that was possible. his hand would grab my ass and slap it then he would rub it. then it almost felt like his hand was on my thigh. it was rubbing small circles. then I heard a cough and I quickly opened my eyes and he was looking at me, smirking. I look down and my semi crossed legs and his hand was there. so it was a day dream. I took a deep shallow breath. he goes back to moving his hand again and it goes higher u on my thigh, closer to my heat. 

“fuck” I breathed out. I heard him chuckle. I look over at him.

“you think this is funny” I say breathlessly. 

“oh Babygirl…” he says. fuck. I look at him again and that’s when all hell broke loose. I basically jumped out of fucking seat and hopped onto his lap, almost breaking the stick shift with my feet. it was a quick second before he lips were on mine. they were feverishly and hungrily attacking mine. his hand did exactly like I imagined. they roamed all up and down my body. his hands gripped at my ass and then the skirt of my dress and started to pull it off.

“this needs to come off” he pants. I nod. I help get it off of me and then I help him get out of shirt. I look at him for a second and my hands trace down his body. 

“damnit mami…you’re making me feel some type of way” he says. that’s when he pulled me closer. he attached his lips to my kneck and then his hands roamed to unclasp my bra, then my bra was thrown somewhere in the back of the car. his lips connected to my breasts. my hands roamed his neck pulling him closer to me. I threw my head back in pleasure as he found a sweet spot on my neck and breasts. my hands removed from his neck and trailed down his body. he gasped as my hands made their way down his body. I got to his pants and started to undo them. he removed his mouth from my body and quickly did his best to remove his pants and boxers. then he gripped at mine and I wiggled them down. there was little space in the car to move so it was harder. dereks hands gripped at my hips and lifted me up.

“are you sure” he says out of breath. 

“fuck yes’ I pant. he then slowly puts me onto his hard member. 

“fuck” I breathe

“shit mami you’re so wet” he breathes onto my neck. I grinded our bodys as close as they would get. his hands gripping my ass moving me closer to my orgasim. derek pull my body into him more and he began to suck on my kneck again leaving more marks. I threw my head back giving him more access. I moaned and he moaned on my skin. the vibrations sending me over the edge. I gripped his shoulders and clenched my walls around him.

“fuck derek” I scream. then I feel him twitch inside me and he releases with me. we both ride out our highs. I rest my head on his chest for a minute to regain my breathing.

“holy fuck” derek says in my ear. 

“mhm” I hum.

“that’s the best sex ive ever had” he says. I sit up on his lap.

“you don’t have to lie” I breathe. I run my fingers through my hair. 

“honestly I’m not lying. you knew what I wanted and most girls don’t, that’s something I value. plus your ass is quite a blessing. I just hope you don’t have aboyfriend and cheated with me.

“god no. I’m not even in a relationship, guys here suck” I laugh. he laughs.

“well, what about a California guy?” he says. I look at him.

“me” he says. 


“we’ll exchange numbers and talk and next time I’m here, which will definetly be soon, we will make us official” he says.

“so you wanna talk with me and start a relationship” I ask.

“ya, I mean its ass backwards cause we already fucked but damn ma any girl who gets my attention on twitter and brings me here for everyone to hear me, deserves a shot. and I want a shot with you” he says.

“okay” I smile. he pulls me and kisses me.

“now lets get dressed and get some food, I’m hungry now” he says. I nod and smile. 


why do I do this to myself. I think I’m dead now. 

New confession from a follower!

When I was 10 and my sister was 12 we had shared a bath at our grandparents house, when she was drying herself she asked me to kiss her pussy, which I did, then she kissed my little boner, but our grandmother caught us and hit the roof lol.
Jump forward bout 4 years, we had moved to NZ and had moved around the country a bit so it was hard as teenagers to make any new friends, my sister and I grew very close.
It was school holidays and we were home alone, I was down in the basement masturbating with a penthouse magazine and didn’t hear her come down, she basically caught me red handed almost ready to cum, I stopped and pulled my pants up but she asked if I could finish so she could watch..I was very horny so I pulled my cock back out and started stroking it while she watched, it didn’t take long and I shot a massive load of cum all over the magazine and some of it got on her legs lol..
Just a start of what was to follow, I can add more if anyone is interested.