i just want to take silly pictures with him one day

when i was seven the sea-witch cursed me.

she cursed my great-grandfather, actually, who had spat on the hands of the ocean and disrespected the beating heart of the earth - for what else are waves but a pulse - who was silly and violent and who tried to rip from the water what was hers by rights. we were wealthy, before that, a family of merchants. my mother says in her youth she recalls white horses, the gleam of candles, early mornings with bread baked fresh by a horde of servants.

he didn’t ask permission to cross her. that’s what my mother tells me while she spoons porridge with no flavor into the wood of my bowl. he had no faith in superstition, rode with boats that were more decoration than strength, the folly of a man who was cruel and vain and proud of his own gold teeth. the sky had been blue, so regardless of what the village witch said, he would sail that day. and when his boat sank; their lives turned blue like the sky that day.

my mother says she thinks the curse on the men of our family, even if they come in when they marry, is that they will forever be violent, too foolish to see the storm on the horizon. she whispers this to me on the eve of my seventh birthday, while father is his own storm, thundering around the house, looking for her. later, when i am cleaning the cut by her cheek, she tells me the curse is on the women to forever be unhappy, to wane until they are shadows, to walk into the deep like a sinking ship. 

we don’t burn candles often, they are too expensive. she tells me this in the silk of a dark room. the moon kisses her hair. 

in three days, my mother will walk into the ocean, and my father will be my own problem. the curse will pass onto me. 

my father does not believe in superstition, no curse to conquer him. when he is gone, and i am heartbroken, i go to the village witch. i ask her to teach me about magic, and other things, and about how the ocean can be coaxed, and how to save my father’s soul. 

and my hands rot too, keeping a house by myself with things i barely knew. i learn the art of a good scrubbing, keep my mind full of white horses while i endlessly clean, dream of candles in dark while i make the bread that he will not allow me to eat. he keeps me from the ocean, from visiting the place that took my mom, from following in her footsteps where the water makes women undone.

i am sixteen when i see her in the water of a bowl. she scares me so completely that i drop it, and my father comes in with his hands, and the curse, and i almost forget all about it. it isn’t until after that i realize she is beautiful, and young, which surprises me. 

i think about it every evening. her face becomes distorted to me. i can no longer remember the exact shape of it, only the impression of beauty. 

i turn seventeen and wait for the high moon. i pin safety to my vest in little witch herbs and runes. i put naked toes on the sand and slip closer, closer, to the avenue of my family’s doom. i find a little private beach, small and surrounded by rocks, hidden from my father in the event he ever thought to come looking. at high tide, it is barely the span of my body. at low, it feels empty.

the witch of the land has given me what i need to call in the witch of the sea, but i do not use it. it feels wrong, somehow, standing here in the wind and the quiet pulse of the world. i put down the incense and sage and i sit just close enough it feels wild, dangerous - but not close enough to get caught up in thrill. 

when nothing happens, i go home and i make bread that i will not eat.

for months i do this. i climb down to my beach. i learn to do it when the moon is half, and then when the moon is empty. i learn to do it so well that sometimes i go to sleep in my own bed and wake up by the water. i take to sleeping with warding runes to keep me from being pulled in the rip out to the waiting hands of a hungry sea-witch.

i don’t know when i start talking. more often i sing, because singing in my house is not allowed, and something about the way the rocks echo my voice feels comforting. the older i get, the more i can pretend i hear my mother’s voice, answering me, harmonizing gently. i sing songs about sadness and lullabies about curses. when i have exhausted every song i know, i write new ones about fathers who have never learned how to be kind, about the house i work in but do not love, about mothers who left, and about a sea witch.

i see her sometimes. in a puddle, in the drop of rain, in the strangest places. i never expect it, although i always hope. i am never able to see her for more than the length of a wave, breaking, and each time, it does something new to my heart.

at eighteen i am too much of my father’s burden. he tries to unload me onto other men. the land witch helps me with this. i rub hemlock, burn wolfsbane. we arrange so these men have other women to marry. the news of my curse is bad enough to scare most away. my father is not happy.

after a particularly savage night, i wonder how bad it could be. i could marry some boy from the village who didn’t quite bother me. i suppose they’re not ugly. timothy had always been gentle to me. i think about a life, and how i am cursed to be unhappy. my father would finally be proud of me.

i walk to the beach and i tell the waves about him and how i could convince myself it was love if i just never wanted from him. how i could be okay, if not content, how i could be free, how i already had learned life down on knees.

but i go home and i write a rune of warding. and the years pass and i find reasons each suitor is wanting. and the sea witch i see, sometimes, peeking out at me, staying long each time in the water, looking, watching. i see her in mirrors when my father storms against me. it is bad because he mistakes the cause of my smiling. it is better when she is there the next morning.

and i go to the ocean. when i am too sad to speak, it seems like the ocean is whispering for me. i picture my mother’s voice and tell myself i am happy. i am seven again and we are sewing. i am seven again and the curse has not been given to me. i am seven and she came home after she walked to the sea.

i grow silly, brave, unthinking. i leave behind the herbs and i wade deep. i teach myself the art of swimming. i am bad at it, at first, but something about it feels good to me. like the ocean wants to buoy me. in the day i think of it, guilty. what if there was a rip tide, and the water took me? who would care for my father if i stepped off the beach into a long drop? wasn’t i clever enough to know that the ocean is uncaring?

it is not this that does it. i go out after a rain and i slip on the rocks and suddenly i am in water above my head but without the moon i cannot see the up of it. i kick and i thrash and the water surrounds me. the tide pulls on my body and in the cold i feel my body grow weary. water spills into me. it punches through my body, up my nose and into my lungs and some part of me knows this is what mother felt before she was gone.

i kick ground by accident, reorient, drag myself heaving and spitting into the air. i lie there for a long time, half in and half out of death, enjoying the sensation of breathing and of life.

when i look up, i think i see her, watching me, her brows knit with something like worry. but we make eye contact and my heart leaps and then she is gone and i am left alone with nothing but the dawn breaking.

my father is furious when there is no bread. he finds my hair wet, and the salt of the ocean still smelling on me. and that is it. that day he goes out and pays someone to agree to marry me.

this feels right to me, i think. i’m twenty-one, three times seven, a perfect number for a curse to fully come down on me. i will be wed in three weeks.

the land witch comes to visit me. she looks like she’s sorry for me. she gives me a spell and tells me to put it under my pillow; i’ll dream of love and it will soothe me. instead i dream of the seawitch, and how wonderful she is, and the sight of her, out on the water, worried.

even though it is risky, i go down to the beach. i do not bother with protective spells, i have already seen that the water can kill me. fear alone keeps me from wandering. i sit on the beach and in the sand i draw runes for understanding and i make the small magicks i’ve spent years learning and i close my eyes and i ask the ocean “why do you do this to me.”

i fall asleep. i dream that the sea witch talks to me. i dream she is my age, that she is the great-granddaughter of the first to curse my family. i dream she has spent years watching, learning, finding the truth of me. that she just needs to get the courage to come and speak, that she has fallen in love with my singing, that she knows no curse but the one in her heart that brings her back to a human, to a creature of air and not water, to a mistake in the making.

in the dawn i know it is a dream and no more. i make bread. i pour water out before it can make mirrors. i do not look. i do not like the ache that has filled me, as if i’ve been looking for an answer and the answer only leads to longing.

the man i meet - my husband-to-be - is delighted by the house i keep. he believes a woman should keep in her place, and her place should be clean. he hears from neighbors that sometimes i sneak out to the land witch’s house. laughter barks out of him. not going to allow that behavior, not me. he does not believe in curses. he will pack me up and move me from the ocean to somewhere in the mountains, where i know nobody. and i will, he promises, learn to keep my place, and that place clean.

i tell myself i could love him. he is not ugly. he says i’m pretty enough after whiskey. my father mentions i used to sing. i refuse to perform for these men so instead i make them cookies. they laugh and talk about me, even when i am in the room, as if they cannot even see. they shake hands and talk about how useless a woman is for much else than breeding. it’s very funny. the man meets my eyes and promises he’ll put a baby in me. i look down and pretend the thrill i feel is excitement, not fear brewing in me.

the land witch comes by a week before my wedding. she is smaller these days, aging. her apprentice and i get along wonderfully. the two women stand before me, holding something. 

a small box, so tiny and lovely. “break the curse,” the witch whispers, “learn to be happy.”

i smuggle the box, take it everywhere with me. it is days before i have a moment to slip away, to open it by the sea. i take a candle with me, even though my father will notice and be angry.

by the light of fire i read the spell they have left me inside, and then i am so full of gratitude i cannot stop crying.

it must be a full moon, so i must wait. in the meantime, i walk home, and i bake. 

i do not see the seawitch, even though i look for her. maybe i have wounded her, getting married. my father asks why i keep smiling. i tell him it is because i am finally with a man. he grunts and says to stop looking so silly. 

the man kisses me. i let him. we are married on a night with a full moon, and i poison him and my father in the bread i did not eat. i think of how these men were cursed so they could not see a storm coming. i watch them as they lie there, dying, and then i put all of the things i own into a basket for the land witch. i leave it there with a song i wrote for her, a spell i know will make her happy, will stop the aging of her joints, will give her the kind of relief she gave me. 

i go down to the water. i find myself running, even though i am in no hurry. i know the way so well it is like i wake up there, panting. i ask permission first. i lay out the contents of the box, i organize and practice and when the needle and pain comes, i am ready for it. i am used to pain at night. i breathe into it and walk naked into waters that swallowed my mother.

i chew bitter herbs. i swallow fire. i feel myself drown as i change from land witch to sea witch. 

when it is done, i open my eyes in the deep of a moonlit ocean. and i see her. 

this time she does not flicker. this time when i reach for her, she is there, and she is pushing my hair out of my eyes, and we are kissing with the ocean rejoicing around us, and i am laughing, and i hear her voice as clear as bell inside me.

and we live like this, a whole world between us where white horses are the size of pinky fingers and swim with their thin snouts, where i need no candles because i was raised lightless, where we have no servants but the water takes care of us. i show her the magic of land and she unfolds the magic of water. together we are unstoppable. when i come up to the air to sing little girls a promise that they can survive the madness, she sings with me, and we make a beautiful harmony.

All I Want For Christmas

In which it’s Christmas time, and Harry can’t help falling for the girl who helps him shop for gifts. 

A/N: THE CHRISTMAS ONESHOT IS HERE! I’m sorry I didn’t get this out yesterday like I originally planned, but I figured better late than never right?!  Enjoy, my loves, and Merry Christmas!!! xx

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Another Man’s Treasure

A/N: This is a completed five-part mini-series because @alrightpetal and I have this thing about making Harry super vulnerable and flawed. So here you go.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies


…I’m gonna show you tonight! I’m alright! I’m just fine! And you’re a tool so, so what?

You belted your heart out up on stage, pumping your fist in the air to empower your words even further. It was a good thing you knew all the words, too, because your mates had bought you so many drinks your vision was crossed and blurred you couldn’t have read the lyrics to an unfamiliar song. Then you would have just been a blubbering fool butchering a karaoke performance. And that would have been embarrassing.

Singing yourself blue in the face—and drinking yourself into oblivion—served as the perfect outlet for your aching heart. Hours earlier, you’d been dumped. Or more accurately, replaced.

It’d been a week since you’d heard from your long-term boyfriend, and while you knew he was on holiday with his mates—a holiday you hadn’t been invited on—it was still odd that you hadn’t heard from him at all. Not even a text to let you know that he’d made it to Amsterdam. You didn’t expect too much communication; you trusted him to treat you right, but, silly you, you thought your boyfriend might actually miss you and want to say hi.

Last night after seven and a half days of nothing, you completely lost it and called him forty-seven times in a row. And not a single one was answered. So you rang your closest friends and they came over, laptops and tablets in hand, and intense cyber-stalking commenced.

It only took thirty-four minutes for your good mate Lindsey to unearth a damning post on Insta that your boyfriend was tagged in by a girl you kind of knew. The picture itself wasn’t awful; honestly you couldn’t make out much besides silhouettes and drinks. Even the caption wasn’t much; all it said was, “this guy” with a random slew of emojis. But the funny thing was, when you tried to search for it yourself, nothing came up. Meaning you were blocked. You weren’t meant to see this picture.

Twenty-two minutes of super-sleuthing was enough time for your oldest friend Ashley to find every social media account the girl had, and then eventually uncover her phone number.

In thirteen minutes you had a text drafted to her that was so long it was broken into five different parts when you hit send.

And one minute and fifty-four seconds is all the time your boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend—allowed you to speak to him today before he told you he was coming back tomorrow and there’d be no need for you to come see him. Tomorrow or ever again.

So your mates did what they knew best. They took you out, got you absolutely smashed, and then got you up on stage to pour your heart out. Somewhere in between I Will Survive and Total Eclipse of the Heart, you got a bit weepy and ended up calling your brother from the toilet. It took you awhile to realize you weren’t actually sobbing to him but his voicemail, and as soon as you did you pulled yourself back together and headed out for another drink and a rousing rendition of Since U Been Gone.

The few other patrons in the pub were hardly paying attention to your drunken warbling on stage, only breaking from their conversations when your mates would cheer at the end of each song, some of them even offering half-hearted claps. If they were annoyed, they certainly didn’t let on. Most likely, they pitied you; for Christ sake, you pitied you.

When your song ended, you finished the rest of your drink and began flipping through the songbook. Liberation was surging through you and you wanted a song to match your mood; something to serve as a proper fuck you to the twat you’d wasted the last few years of your young life on.

The book closed on your fingers, and you stumbled back in surprise. Were books automated now too?! You still weren’t over the automated tills at Tesco, would you now have to get used to robotic books closing on you when they’d had enough?!

“[Y/N].”

You looked up, your blurred vision slowly coming into focus as you swayed on the spot. A robotic book didn’t close itself on you, a person had closed it. Which was rather rude of them.

[Y/N],” he repeated. Finally he came into view and you cocked your head in confusion.

“Hazza?” you slurred, taking a step closer to get a better look. You nearly toppled off the stage, but Harry was quick to grab you by the waist and steady you before easing you down.

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“Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”

pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: smut, fuckboy!jin, dom!Jin
wordcount: 10.1k
a/n: *that* shower scene inspired by this picture!

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Writer

Summary: In which Bucky falls in love with you, a writer.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,531

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

When Bucky first met you, he didn’t know you were a writer. All he knew was that your coffee was scorching hot when it toppled over and spilled all over the front of his shirt. Your words were rushed as you fumbled over an apology and dug around your canvas bag for something he couldn’t see.

Bucky would learn minutes later that you were on a quest for crumpled up napkins to clean up the mess you’d made. He didn’t have the gall to tell you that a napkin was pointless. There was no way to clean up the mess he was after seeing you. Because, as silly as it sounds, he knew from the moment that you collided with him that he’d willingly withstand the heat of a thousand freshly brewed cups of coffee for another second with you.

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Hoseok

BOYFRIEND BANGTAN | HOSEOK VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 1,534

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

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anonymous asked:

So apparently, baby ducks can imprint. How what would happen is that one day Derek just walks into Deaton's clinic with about ten baby ducks in his arms, which had been following him around all day since they decided for some reason that he is their mom and refused to let him out of their sight .

Derek totally didn’t name them, but, “I think Patrice has abandonment issues.” 

“Abandonment issues?” Deaton asked, blinking, and then “Patrice?” 

Derek just glared, averting his gaze. Alright, so he had named him. But only because it made them easier to tell apart. “Yes,” he gritted through his teeth, holding out the baby ducks for Deaton to take. “I can’t look after them. So here, you have to take them.” 

Deaton shook his head. “I think you’re doing just fine, Derek,” he said in a way that could either mean ‘fuck off’ or ‘these ducklings are part of some bigger plan that I’m not going to tell you about’ and then walked away. Just like that. 

The bastard.

~

Later that evening, Stiles came home to find Derek….and several ducklings on his bed. 

“Please tell me that’s not the pack,” was the first thing he said, panicked that he wasn’t feeling just as panicked about that scenario as he should be. He wasn’t going to lie and say the thought of Jackson being turned into a baby duck didn’t amuse him. 

Greatly.

“No, it’s not the pack,” Derek answered, rolling his eyes, letting one crawl into his hands. “I think….” he frowned. “I don’t think they have…parents.”

“Oh?” Stiles asked, carefully watching Derek’s face. 

“Yeah, “ Derek nodded, all serious and utterly adorable. “And….I don’t know what to do.”  It was hard to read Derek most of the time, but Stiles thought he was getting better at it and this was definitely Derek speak for: ‘I found these baby animals and now I am scared I’m going to hurt them because I don’t have the best track record. SOS, send help, I am a tragic, brooding, beautiful mess’.

Okay, so maybe not the last part. But Stiles was definitely on to Derek.

Derek looked up at Stiles then, as if reading his thoughts, like Stiles had all the answers to the universe. Usually, Stiles was flattered when Derek came to him for help. Well, not flattered, per se. Smug. Smug was the word he’d use. He liked being smug around Derek, his own personal fucked up foreplay. But right now, something different was tingling in the pit of his stomach. He felt warm, and maybe just a little bit helpless. He wasn’t sure if it was a feeling he necessarily liked. 

“Well, how about we start with a pond?” he suggested, leaning back against his bedroom door, resisting the urge to grab his phone and snap a picture.

“A pond?” Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean, like, build a pond?” He started shaking his head, like the thought terrified him. 

Silly, beautiful wolf.

Stiles shrugged. “Why not? You have the money, don’t you? Plus, I think they like you.” He winked and Derek flushed, right to the tips of his ears. Stiles laughed.

“Come on, sourwolf,” he grinned, shaking his head, picking up his backpack from where he had dumped it on the floor. “Let’s go make us a home.” 

~

“It’s your turn to feed them,” Stiles groaned, turning in Derek’s arms. He swore he could hear the ducks already quacking impatiently. “Please, babe, I’ll do anything if I don’t have to get up right now. I’ll even blow you. Twice. It’s so waaaaaarm.” He stretched, like the lazy cat he was, and smiled all the way down to his toes. 

“Don’t call me ‘babe’,” was the only reply he received.

Stiles groaned again. “Sweetheart?” he tried, instead. “Honey? Chicken pot pie of my life?” 

For that, his Derek Hale shaped cover was snatched away from him. 

“What’s wrong with chicken pot pie???” he yelled, heart broken. Utterly, utterly heart broken. No, betrayed. Derek was mean. 

“Nothing, if you want to stay married to me, noodle.

Stiles grimaced. Okay, they’d work on their pet names for each other outside of sex later. They couldn’t just stick with ‘asshole’ - it was starting to lose its meaning when they fought. 

Shoving a pillow in Derek’s face, because when was that ever not satisfying, Stiles crawled to the side of the bed - and because he had no dignity - rolled out of it. “See if you get any sex when I get back,” he called over his shoulder, grabbing Derek’s boxers on the way out of the door.  

Derek only grinned when Stiles looked back, already falling back to sleep. 

Stiles refused to find it adorable. 

compliments - zach dempsey

word count: 1.245

warnings: none i think???? romance lmao

plot: you decide to brighten up zach’s day with a few compliments in his bag

a/n: i just wanted to write something quick and cute so here

part 2

The class emptied seconds after the dismissive bell rang. The previous silence that reigned over the halls was now shattered by hundreds of voices, hundreds of footsteps hitting the ground.

Usually, you’d be out of the classroom in the blink of an eye but for some reason, on this particular day, you took your sweet time placing your notebook and pens in their designated bag.

That slowness resulted in you seeing something unexpected.

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A Harry Styles imagine

Based on this request:

Hey could you plzz do an imagine of you not feeling well throughout the day and Harry comes hone and is kinda pissed at you for some reason and you suddenly faint while you arguing. After in the hospital he feels so bad and is worried and it ends with fluff

Enjoy! Requests are open!

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Ever since you woke up this morning, you’ve been feeling a bit…off. Not the “I’m getting sick” or “something bad is about to happen” kind of off, but there was something that tied a knot in the pit of stomach that has remained there ever since. When you first woke up, you noticed Harry, your boyfriend of almost one and a half year, being gone, even though he was supposed to have few more days off to spend with you before going to do his shows in Australia. You at first hestitated to text him, but you did anyways, asking him where had he gone, but received no reply. Deciding against doing something more or less productive while waiting for Harry to return, hoping he had only ran out to catch some take out, since you had been craving it during the night, even going as far as waking your him up in hopes that he might go and fetch you some, but without a luck. As you tiptoed down the downstairs, the cold floor hitting your bare feet, a sudden feeling of dizziness took over you, making you grip the shelves on the wall next to the stairway, accidentally knocking over a few of Harry’s old childhood pictures, most of them gifted by Robin on his last birthday. Seeing the pictures lying on the floor with shreds of glass around them made you even more dizzy, as Harry had been having a hard time coping with the sad news ever since he passed away. Once you had gained your ability to walk and see straight, you wasted no time in trying to clean the mess up, hoping to fix the broken frames before Harry notices something being out of place, seeing that these were somehow similar to the frames you had recently bought and still had in spare. But the recent mishaps seemed to be following you around as you went, and, as you were picking up the last small pieces of the remaining shreds, a sudden bolt of the door shutting startled you, making you accidentally cut yourself in the palm of your hand. Harry’s heavy boots echoed though the otherwise empty and quiet house, making you inwardly curse to yourself for being so clumsy, knowing a storm is about to hit you.

“(Y/N)! Where are you? I bought some food I thought you might like, to make up fo- what is this?!” He asked in disbelief, at first not noticing you crouched over the broken frames.

“Harry, I-I can explain, I’m so-“

“Sorry? You are sorry?! You broke them!!! With the pictures Robin himself gave me as a present!! How could you be so heartless?? You know how much they mean to me!!” He raged, kicking the bucket full of scraps, sending them flying across the floor. He bent down, trying to pick up the pictures himself, with you trying to help.

“Leave it, you have done enough already” he spat, gripping your wounded hand in order to stop you from even touching them, making pain shoot right through you.

“Harry, I said I’m sorry, it was an accident…” you breathed out, silent tears sliding down your cheeks.

“No. No, (Y/N). Don’t start this. At first you cancel our last night’s plans, because you “just felt like staying in”, even though we were not the only ones going and I had to find a silly excuse as to why, then you wake me up god knows how early just to tell me that you want food, and now this! What is wrong with you?!?” He fumed, but his rant became more distant with time and once again the feeling of dizziness took over you, this time sending you in the depths of darkness, making the shards of glass pierce your skin as your body hit the floor.


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I was livid. The last few days have been a mess - so much to do, yet so little time. Not to mention the lack of sleep. The making of new music, arranging the new additional tour dates and interviews, making sure I get everything done before I take off to Australia was taking its toll on me. And her. (Y/N). God forgive me for leaving her like this the whole time. I’ve missed her so much, and the thought of me leaving her has been driving me mad. Especially this time, even though I cannot fully understand why. Every minute spent together with her has been leading me to the edge of breaking, either in tears or rage, and this time rage took over. It’s not like she has done anything wrong, no. It’s just that the more time we spend together alone, the more I don’t want to leave, making me consider postponing the tour, to which my management would never agree to. And the fans…

Last night we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner with my team, making it important to actually show up, since I was the one who initially came up with the idea. Having to lie made me angry, not because I could not understand that (Y/N) was not feeling her best, but the fact that she realised that only an hour before the actual meeting, making me look bad infront of important people. Even though I was more than glad to finally get a good night’s sleep, (Y/N) decided otherwise, which is the reason for my cranky mood today, since I had refused to get up, guilt eating me, as I felt her shuffle further away from me, mumbling a “sorry” as she did so. Waking up this morning, however, was when I decided I cannot keep up my behaviour and took a drive to the nearest take out place, knowing very well she would forgive me for being a massive dick. I don’t even want to talk about what happened when I arrived home. Something inside of me just snapped…

Seeing her fall, however, was the worst feeling I’ve felt in a long time. Watching the love of my life fall on top of a layer of scraps that I had initially scattered there in the fit of rage I was having, made me sick in my stomach, and seeing her unconscious and bleeding just about broke my heart. I rushed towards her and craddled her in my arms, shaking her for the dear life, hoping to see her beautiful eyes look up to me, telling me that this was all just a bad dream, and that everything is alright…

Once I took her to the hospital for the doctors to take care of her and find out what caused the fainting, praying to myself that I was not the reason behind it, I couldn’t help but to fear the worst. I kept repeating everything I said to her in my mind, wincing at how rude and unnecessary that was. I couldn’t help but to sob next to her bed, praying for her to wake up and forgive me, to hold me the way I’m holding her now and to tell me that everything is okay. That it will be okay… It will, right?

When the doctor came in, I couldn’t help but to jump up from my chair, asking him to give me the answers I oh so desperately wanted to know.

“Mr.Styles, you have got to calm down. The stitching was done professionally, so the scaring will be little to none with the right precautions taken. The fainting, however, is something I am more concerned about..” the doctor trailed off, making my heart sink.

“Wh-what is it?” I sniffled, not caring about anyone noticing my current state.

“Well, she has been lacking on the intake of vitamins, which, in her case, has lead this far, thus harming her immune system, not to mention the stress, but with the right diet and excercise, they should be fine.”

“I-I’m sorry, did I hear correct? They?”

Oh, yes, they. She is pregnant!

Twisted Truth or Dare

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader, Tom and Harrison have play dirty truth or dare 

Warning: Swearing, Sexual flirtation/actions

Word Count: 2,300

A/N: Hope you enjoy this babes.. btw I posted on my Twitter that my rest days will be Monday’s & Thursday! Also 100 more followers till I reach 2,000! 

Inspired by Naughty Girl by Queen B & Tequila :,)


[Reader’s POV]


    “Tom what’s the plan for tonight?” you ask curling your hair in the master bathroom mirror. Looking to the side to see he wasn’t even on the bed anymore. Setting the curler down on the marble counter you stand up. Ruffling the curls for a lil bit to lose them up a bit.


Where is he?


    Your phone dings making you look over at it. Seeing a snapchat notification flash across the screen. Sliding the bar to the left unlocking your phone with Touch ID. The app opens up to show a notification from Tom. Clicking it to see he was recording himself in the living room downstairs. 


    Walking out of your bathroom dressed in one of Tom’s t-shirts and some nike spanx . You were planning to go out but once you got done curling your hair you decided to just spend time with Tom. He was getting ready to take off for Chaos Walking.  He had to cut his hair and you were adjusting to see his hair shorter. 


    Heading out of the room towards the stairs,feet padding against the wood flooring. Taking each step careful cause you tend to slip every so often on the stairs. It was hard being clumsy. Hearing Tom’s voice coming from the living room, followed by laughter.


    Walking down the hallway that leads to your destination. You look at the pictures of you and Tom hung on the wall. A smile coming to your face as you look at the memories. Your hand touches the picture of Tom from when he had his curls. You did miss them but it’s hair and it will grow back.


    Turning you continue to walk to the living room. Harrison’s body comes into view as he holds a bottle of your cucumber and jalepeno vodka you recently bought. Tom gets up once he sees you enter the room, a huge smile on his face. He stumbles over to you pulling you in a hug. A gasp leaves your lips as his hands grip your ass.


“Tom!” you squeak out earning a chuckle from him. Looking up to see his cheeks pink and a silly grin on his face. 


He’s tipsy and soon to be drunk if they keep it at this rate.


“Darling c’mon and drink with me and Hazeroonie” Tom’s lips press against your forehead. He fills another bringing it over to you.


“C’mon drink up, lets play a game shall we?” a grin tugging at his lips as he takes a sip from the cup. His eyes widen making you laugh at his reaction.


“Jesus Tom, what kind of stuff does she drink?” he coughs looking between you and the cup. You quickly down the cup that was handed to you. Sticking out your tongue in a playful manner.


“I like things spicy and I love alcohol, so shut your trap and drink.. If not I’ll drink it cause that stuff isn’t cheap” getting out of Tom’s arms you make your way towards the vodka bottle. Picking it up I pour more into my cup than what he gave me the last time.


“She’s introduced me to more alcohols since we started drinking and do drinking games when we watch our shows” I raise my cup in agreeance at the many memories drinking with Tom.


“I sound like an alcoholic” I laugh out feeling a buzz coming along. The alcohol making its way through my system. There was something you loved about the feeling.


“What were you thinking of playing Haz?” Tom looks in his direction tilting his head to the side like a puppy would.


“How bout..we play Truth or Dare.. if you back out the dare you have to take a shot and if you don’t want to say the Truth question someone asks you.. You take a shot” He grins looking between you and Tom. Raising your cup agreeing but suddenly regretting seeing Tom and Harrison’s grins turn mischievous.


Fuck.


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“Okay now that she’s on the same level as us, let’s begin” Harrison smiles sitting down on the carpeted floor.Tom pulls you next to him holding onto you,he’s so affectionate when he drinks. He presses a kiss against your cheek making you smile.


“Darlingg why don’t you go first” Tom says rubbing your hand with his thumb.


“Hmmm.. Truth or Dare Harrison?” you ask quirking up and eyebrow.


Truth


“…Have you ever had a sexual dream about me?” You could feel Tom’s hand gripping yours tighter. Harrison coughs from his drink, eyes widening from your question.


“You know this game is going to last a while.. do you want to take a shot or tell the truth?” the smirk on your face prominent. Harrison shifts nervously before making eye contact with you.


“I’ve had sexual dreams and thoughts about you” He says flinching because of Tom’s reaction. Tom was tense next to you making you look up at him.


“Seriously mate?” Tom lets go of you picking up his drink and a bottle of vodka.


“I’m trying to survive this game!” Harrison defends raising his hands up.


“Alright Tom, Truth or Dare?” Harrison asks looking over at his best mate.


“Since I’m not a pussy like you, Dare” Tom had confidence radiating off of him. Boi that’s about to be shut down real quick.


“Keep your hand on her inner thigh till your next turn but move it closer with each turn” Tom jokes how that wasn’t even a bad dare. It was definitely bad for you because alcohol and Tom touching you was your weak point. You bite your lip as Tom’s hand instantly places itself on your inner thigh. Sending a glare to a smirking Harrison, bastard.


   The questions get more intense when some of you dodge em by drinking. You were drunk now and now things could change here. Tom’s hand traveled closer and closer making your thoughts get dirty. Tessa laid down in the center of the circle, so innocent to what’s happening around her.


   Swearing went on when we Harrison dared me to strip in front of them on the stripper pole upstairs and do a dance on the pole.. Tom was upset cause you stripped down to your thong and bra. He shows his jealousy more when he gets intoxicated. Thankfully you did your makeup that night so you could look somewhat decent.


“Truth or Dare”


Truth” you hiccup out looking up at Harrison. Tom was currently in your clothes now and wearing your short Nike spanx. He looked so funny in them you couldn’t help but giggle when you looked over at him.


“How do you really feel about Tom’s hair?” Flinching from the look at the shot glass. You ran out of your vodka and were drinking Tom’s and the kind he has made you gag. It was too strong for you and you didn’t want a shot of it.


“I’m sorry baby, I like it and don’t like it.. I miss your curls especially grabbing onto them when you go down on me” you pout thinking of the last time he went down on you. Harrisons laughter fills the air at your confession.


“It’s just for this movie and I promise I’ll grow it back for you to grab onto it” Tom smiles pulling you over to him. You were in his shirt and sweatpants since the two of you swapped clothes. He puts you in his lap holding onto you.


“Darling, Truth or Dare?” Tom asks pressing kisses on your face making your eyes flutter open. Smiling up at him and poking his nose with your finger. Your action makes Tom laugh at your drunk behavior.


Dare Thomas” you slur with a smile on your face.


“Switch clothes with me and give me a lapdance while Harrison records” eyes widening at the dare he just told you. Harrison had to record?


“Why do I have to record?” Harrison groans falling onto his back letting out a long groan. He sounded like Tina from Bobs Burgers.


“That’s what you get for trying to get her to make out with you and the other time for daring her to strip on the stripper pole in the game room” Tom glares over at his groaning friend. He reaches over throwing a pillow hitting Harrison right in the crotch. Harrison lurches forward grabbing his crotch, face twisted in pain.


“Fuck, okay you twat I’ll do it” Harrison catches Tom’s phone that he tossed over to him. The two of you head towards the bathroom to change. Closing the door behind you and Tom. His back to you, looking down you see his ass hanging out. He probably has a better ass than you.


“Baby your ass was hanging out” you giggle poking his ass making him turn around.


“Bootylicious” He laughs striking a pose, he is such a goof.


   The two of you swapped clothes,now looking normal. He backs you up against the door making your breath hitch in your throat. Feeling his lips kiss your neck made you moan lightly. Tom’s lips travel up right below your ear. You could feel your heartbeat pounding harder.


“Put on a good show for me love” He whispers near your ear before exiting the bathroom. Standing in the bathroom flustered and drunk, not a fun mix.


   Composing yourself of your nerves that boiled up inside you. Pushing them away you look at your blurred self in the mirror. Fixing your hair a bit and making sure your makeup looked decent. Sighing in content you exit the bathroom. 

    Walking through the hall and seeing Tom sitting in the middle of the couch. The couch had enough space for Harrison to walk behind it if he wanted a different shot. Tom was chatting with Harrison that was adjusting the lights in the room. You guessed correctly cause he adjusted the lights behind the couch as well.


“Seriously you’re fixing the lights?” you laugh walking over to the JBL speaker Tom has. Turning on your bluetooth to sync up to it. Once it beeps you start scrolling through your songs.


“If I’m recording I’m doing it my way” Harrison defends with a chuckle. You could feel Tom’s stare burning into you.


“Plus this will give me something to watch when I’m away Angel” Tom’s nickname for you making a smile appear on your lips. He had many names for you but Darling and Angel were your favorites.


   Rolling your eyes at his comment. You knew he had to get off to something while he was away. You rather it be you than some other girl. Focusing back on your task of finding a song you head to your recently played songs. Your eyes landing on one of your favorites. 


    Bringing the speaker where Harrison was standing with Tom’s phone. Setting the speaker down and walking over to Tom holding your phone. Harrison gives you a thumbs up to start the music.The song starts playing loudly on the speaker.Tossing your phone to the side so it lands on the couch.


“Come to Daddy Angel” Tom grins patting his lap. Your cheeks tint a shade of pink from what he just said.


   Walking over to him hands lifting your shirt off letting it fall to the floor behind you. Swaying your hips as you slowly slide your shorts off. Tom’s eyes watching every movement that your body is making. His tongue flicks out and his lips press in a firm line, eyes slowly going down your body and back up. Sitting on his lap straddling him you start grinding against him slowly.


   Your fingers sliding down his chest ,feeling his abs through the shirt. A moan comes from Tom as your hips add more pressure to his growing erection. Biting your lip from the feeling of him underneath you. His head tilts back when he sees you biting your lip,he loved that.


   Tom’s hands grabbed onto your ass when you start kissing his neck. You could feel yourself getting damp from how aroused you were. His hand comes down slapping your ass hard. A moan escapes your lips from the contact. Tom groans as you go back to kissing and sucking on his neck.


“H-Harrison, you can end it ma- oh god yeah end the vi-video and maybe stay downstairs?” He lifts you up off the couch carrying you towards the stairs. He hisses when you bite the skin right at the base of his neck. Hearing the recording end and Harrison groan.


“You did that dare so you could get your dick wet didn’t you” Harrison’s tone full of annoyance. Tom stops looking over at Harrison. You press kisses to Tom’s jaw as he held you up. 


“Dude I’ve been gone for almost a month.. Of c-oh christ we’re going now” Tom not being able talk casually anymore. You tug what hair you could whining from the lack of affection he was giving you. 


    He sets you down so the two of you could go up the stairs. The two of you make your way upstairs towards the bedroom. Harrison picked up his backpack that was by the stairs.Tugging Tom along as he stumble a bit, a cheeky grin on his face.


“Tom please..” you beg when Tom turns around to look at Harrison about to leave. Kneeling on the stairs you bend down trying to get his attention. Giggling as you wiggle your ass his way looking back at him. Harrison’s eyes widen turning away from looking at you causing Tom to jump in shock. 


“Angel stop that! Not while he’s around!” Tom slaps your ass making you laugh and Tom smirk.


“I hate the both of you! I’m leaving!! LAST TIME I SUGGEST A DRINKING GAME!” Harrison shouts before slamming the door behind him. Leaving the house where the two of you had a lot of catching up to do.

I Think I Wanna Marry You...

Pairing: Dean X Reader.

Warnings: none.

S/P/N- Sister’s Preferred Name.

Summary: The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding, considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her; will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will his feelings get the best of him?

A/N: I’m a sucker for these “fake relationship” stories ;))



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Y/N pulls the phone from her ear, her frustration drawn out in the creases in her brow.


“Well?” Dean asks, sat opposite her at the library table. Before him lies an open lore book, on a page about Nordic gods and how to kill them, and his cup of coffee sits dangerously close to the irreplaceable relic. With Sam out doing some shopping, it’s just the two of them at home, trying to dig up some info that might be useful for future use.


Pinching her brow, the young girl shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand.  “Nothing. It’s fine.”


“Ya’ sure?”


“Yes.” She says, trying to sound convincing, but its of no use, because the elder Winchester has known her long enough to see past her facades.


Living together for nearly five years now, calling her his best-friend even feels like an understatement. They got to know each other a while back through a hunt involving a Tulpa in California; Y/N’s kill, but the boy’s happened to jump in on it and help out. Surprise surprise: a friendship sparked,  and ever since then, the relationship has flourished greatly.


To Dean, Y/N is family, just like Cas or Charlie or any of the other members of their little rehabilitation program they’ve picked up over the years. And with that, he knows—well enough—that despite her efforts to dismiss it, something is nudging at her mind.


“Obviously not. You seem like you’re about to explode. What is it?” He shuts the book and leans forward. Y/N still looks exasperated; still tries to act like she isn’t, and fails terribly. When she finally lifts her gaze, her expression is that of defeat.


“It’s my sister.” She says mournfully. “She’s calling me about her wedding coming up this month, and wants to know if I’ve been signed up to the family news letter that allows me to see all the updates on things like which floral arrangement we’re going to have. Surprise surprise—I’m not.”


“Damn.” Dean says plainly, still not seeing the reason behind her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, trying to look annoyed, but the smile that she suppresses says otherwise.


A sardonic laugh escapes her. “Yeah, damn indeed.”  She rises from her seat, downing her coffee. Dean glances at his, then stretches it across to her. She finishes it in a single glug.


“So….what now?” He leans back in the chair. “You don’t know the floral arrangements? Doesn’t sound so bad.”


“I don’t know anything about this wedding, Dean. I don’t know where it’s gonna be, I don’t know who’s gonna be there, and—until I few seconds ago—I didn’t know I’m going to have to be in Boston next week. S/P/N mentioned it in the newsletter but….” Her voice drifts off and she folds her lips into a straight-line, shrugging.


“What’s in Boston?”


“The wedding, apparently. Who even gets married in Boston? Yuck.” Y/N scowls.


“Your sister, apparently.” He almost rolls his eyes. “Right, so…go to Boston. Show up for the rehearsal, see your family, have fun, and then get back here once everything’s done.”


Dean explains it like it’s so easy.  To him, it is.  Wedding prepping can’t take more than three weeks, can it….? He wouldn’t know. He’s never had the chance to even be part of a wedding, but he assumes that that’s an appropriate estimate.


But, from the way Y/N bites her lip and averts her gaze to the floor, a look teetering between guilt and embarrassment on her face, maybe he’s wrong.


“Yeaahhh….” She draws out, skeptically. “Uhm…about that. It’s not as easy as it sounds…”


“Uhm…?” He quirks an inquisitive brow.


“I…sorta…told them that I have a date to the wedding and,…” Y/N gestures in the air, but doesn’t finish her sentence.


Dean watches her with a knitted brow, waiting for an explanation that doesn’t come, until realizations strikes. His eyes widen and his mouth forms a little “o”.


“Ohhh.”


“Yeah…” Her cheeks are dusted with a feint blush and she looks away.


Dean doesn’t want to say it, but he can’t help but think how cute it is—really cute. The only thing that can compete, he thinks, is the way her eyes disappear into her cheeks when she smiles.


As embarrassing as it is, he has almost an entire list like that about Y/N; things he thinks are adorable about her, things like her laugh, to  he way she’s so awkward around big crowds,  or how she has an undeniable obsession with space. Little things. Cute things. It goes on and on, infinite and growing each day, the more and more he gets to know her…but he’ll never admit that.


Because he can’t.


Because Y/N is family, and she’s just a friend.


“Well…is it like a must to bring one along? You could always just tell your family that you guys…broke up? Maybe he cheated. Maybe the love fizzled out.” Dean offers, shrugging.


Y/N looks at him with an un-amused expression. “Great thing to mention right before a wedding.”


“God, I don’t know.” Getting up from his seat, he rolls his eyes. He shuts the book and a gust if dust billows from it, then fixes it under his arm.“You’ll figure it out. It’s you.”


“Dean…”


“Yeah?”


Y/N doesn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she looks to the floor, arms crossed over her chest.“Well,…there is something I thought about doing, but—God, I don’t know. What if, like—” She finally looks up.


Dean waits for the bombshell he knows she’s about to drop with a cautious, furrowed brow,


“—I asked Sam?”  She finishes, her expression hopeful; her eyebrows are pulled together and she’s squinting slightly. The elder Winchester feels the wind get knocked out of him at hearing this.


His eyes widen. “Sam?”


“Not to actually be my date!—just to fool my family for the two weeks. Do you think he’ll go along with it?”


“I don’t get it—why don’t you just—“


“I can’t tell them I don’t have a date, because I already told them that I do. Going back on my word now will just make me look ridiculous, Dean. Just…”Y/N sighs and shuts her eyes. Dean can read the desperation in her features. He bites his lip, contemplating Y/N’s offer.


Sam, going on a date with Y/N. The idea is so ludicrous, so unbelievable that it sounds completely silly, like imagining pigs fly or anything of the nature. He can’t bring himself to even picture the two of them together, but…


Still.


He then feels something stir in his gut at the thought, a warmth, a….jealousy? No. Hopefully not. It’s been ages since these feelings have managed to surface. Now is not the time for a return. The elder Winchester quickly suffocates the feeling and averts his attention back onto his friend.


 Before him she stands, imploring y/e/c eyes, a sweet smile stretched across her face and hands clasped together. She looks like a little girl, so young, so desperate. The elder Winchester doesn’t want to say no. Even if he did—with puppy eyes like those—how can you?


“So you have to have a date to this wedding?”


“I do.”


Dean thinks for a moment, raking his eyes over Y/N’s face that speaks mountains of uncertainty.


“You think he’ll say no, huh?”


“I’ll do it.”


“What?” Confusion floods the young girls face as she unclasps her hands. They fall to her side. Dean gulps trying to level his voice to a more confident tone.


“I’ll be your date to your sister’s wedding.” He repeats, hoping he sounds more sure than he feels. His hands go cold, throat tightening.


Y/N’s face speaks volumes of surprise. “You’d…do that?”


Another nod.


“You’ll really do this?” She asks eyes wide. “A whole two weeks in Boston? With my family?”


Dean shrugs. For some wild reason, his heart is pounding in his chest and his palms are sweating, and he tries to stave off all the anxiety that begins to bubble within his gut. “Yeah. Why not?”


“Dean,” Y/N’s voice is stern all of a sudden. You can tell that she’s just as taken aback by the proposal as he is, but is trying not to show it. “If you say yes to this, I don’t want you to half-ass it? This is a real big deal for me, you know?”


“Look, do you want a date to this wedding or not?”


Y/N  then bites her lip, contemplating. The elder Winchester’s eyes never leave her as he watches, waiting for response, until she finally agrees.


“Okay.” She says. A small smile then twitches on her lips, and Dean can see she’s trying to suppress.


“ Okay. Awesome. I’m gonna call S/P/N and see if there’s anything more I need to know yeah?” She asks. He nods.


“Sure.” Dean says. “It’s fine with me.”


“Sure?”


“Mhm.” He knows he is, because the smile that breaks through Y/N’s authoritative face then is something definitely worth the decision. Her cheeks indented with dimples, she smiles, shaking her head, and then walks out to make the call. On the way out, she makes sure she butts her shoulder into his, just for fun. Dean lets out a nervous chuckle.


She’s gone. The empty library is silent, and that’s when his heart starts to thud.


Over and over, like a vicious doldrums. The silence only accentuates the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as the elder Winchester allows in a deep breath. His eyes flutter shut, and the anxiety begins to melt away gradually.


This is gonna be a hell of a wedding.


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Part 2

I’ve been in my feelings for Dean for the past few weeks so bear with me pls. Also, I’m very excited for this story; more chapters to come, hopefully soon.

As always, likes, re blogs and general feedback is greatly appreciated!

{Special} College!AU Johnny
  • major: film & television 
  • minor: business 
  • clubs: rather than clubs, johnny always has some part in other classmates movies/set productions so,,,he has no time for clubs LOL
  • sports: was humbly signed up for track and field by ten but the only good thing about his long legs is jumping over hurdles,,,otherwise he’s slower than a turtle much to everyone’s surprise 
  • goes through what his friends call “phases” every other week,,,,,and it usually has to do with whatever project he’s most immersed in
  • and that means one week,,,,when he was helping out the french exchange students he walked around campus in a beret and refused to eat bagels - only croissants. then he was working on an action scene and signed up for martial arts on the the quad,,,,,,or that one time they were trying to do a historical bit and johnny almost bought a hanbok on amazon for fifty bucks and taeyong had to physically remove the laptop from his dorm in order to stop him
  • no one is surprised that he’s a film major,,,,,tbh he’s always been creative and outspoken so the industry fits him
  • the shocking part is his minor,,,,because is business really something???? johnny has any interest in
  • and johnny always dramatically puts his hand over his forehead and is like “in THIS day and age all that matters is MONEY no one cares for the ART-”
  • everyone is like ok we get it but johnny just siGHS like the whole world is over and slumps in his chair and is like i know ill never make it,,,,,,,ill have to be a slave to the system a COG in the machine another worker bee - but wait did i tell you guys about this GREAT idea i had last night for a movie so basically the main character is a zombie alien and-
  • talks a mile a minute,,,,,seriously even when his opinion or comment is unneeded,,,, but he’s trying his best and he’s always trying to lift the mood and make people more confident
  • like he IS the person in the friend group whose there for anyone when they need him,,,,, is the person who makes ten smile when he’s down, helps cheer up doyoung about the future,,,,, and even gets taeil out of the dumps (which is a rarity, but,,,,,,,wow is it harD to cheer him up - tbh only johnny is capable)
  • tells people to have a super-duper fantastic great day after seeing them in the coffee shop,,,,,and the person will be like do i//?? even know him??? probably not but johnny is trying to spread that positivity
  • and it works !!! because when he’s smiling and laughing he looks so soft and approachable 
  • but at the same time,,,,when he’s really working on a scene or on a plan for filming,,,, he adopts an entirely different aura 
  • ten calls it the ‘youngho effect’ meaning that silly johnny is gone and now it’s down-to-business youngho and during finals week,,,,,,is when it’s the WORST
  • like people don’t even recognize him and thats hard considering his fashion and height stand out ,,,, but seriously the stern, concentrated look on his face makes his whole appearance seem different
  • yuta is always like “youngho is sexy and johnny is cute” and johnny is just like ?????? are you- flirting with me??? or are you just commenting and yuta is like ;) it’s hard to tell i know but no im just saying my dude
  • johnny is also super charitable ,,,, like find him helping every last single person in his studio effects class or dramatic writing
  • which is why he barely gets sleep because he’ll be up with a group of writers or on film location for work that isn’t EVEN HIS but,,,, he really likes film and he really likes seeing and testing out new things so his ability to say no is down the drain
  • unless it’s doyoung asking for extra change to get coffee then johnny is like lol no jokes jokes
  • oh also him and ten are practically inseparable and they sometimes do what taeyong refers to as “comedy acting” on the quad which is really just them arguing over something dumb like is trump REALLY an overgrown cheeto but also everyone on campus loves it
  • minus their ACTUAL friends who are like can you two please be quiet for like a minute and ten and johnny are both like excuse me no and taeil is like rip my ears
  • but they’re best buddies,,,,,,,it’s very adorable 
  • ten’s dad even calls johnny to ask if ten is doing well in uni and johnny always try to make something up before ten steals the phone and has to explain in rushed thai that NO he didn’t get a tattoo on his forehead
  • accidentally got confused for being a part of the uni mens volleyball team because of his height
  • misses chicago and has pictures up of it and his family in his dorm and everyone is like wow johnny you’re such a sentimental guy but like LMAO HE REALLY IS HE CRIED DURING THE LION KING anyway
  • you’re not a film student at all,,,,,you’re actually pretty camera shy and so you think watching movies is cool and all but you’d like,,,,,,never dream of being an actor or something like that
  • which is ok because your major has nothing to do with that line of work and your part-time job is as a dog walker in the city on weekends
  • and one weekend you’re doing your job,,,,,the last dog you’re walking for the day is a cute corgi named mr. squiggles 
  • when suddenly someone taps you on the shoulder and to your shock you turn around and see ???? johnny
  • who you know just because a friend of yours is in a class with him and he’s kinda hard to miss ,,,,,,, he’s basically a walking skyscraper 
  • but you’re like “oh h-hi?” assuming he might have recognized you from uni but johnny isn’t looking at you
  • he’s looking at mr. squiggles and then at you and going 
  • “you two would be perfect for my project! have you ever wanted to do acting???”
  • for a second you think you might just be making this up in your mind but you blink a couple of times and johnny is STILL standing in front of you
  • looking more excited than mr. squiggles whose small stubby legs are pawing at johnny’s jeans and asking for him to bend down and pet him
  • and you’re like “uh,,,,,,n-no?”
  • johnny does bend down,,,,giving the corgi a couple of pats on the head only to look up at you again and go “but i think this dog has!!!! do you think you could be in my film?”
  • johnny’s eyes turn up as he smiles,,,looking at you almost expectingly,,,,,
  • until you scoop up mr. squiggles in your hands and shake your head explaining that for one,,,,,the dog isn’t yours,,,,,,this is your job and two,,,,,being filmed is a bit-
  • johnny’s smile drops into a childish pout and he reaches out to scratch the pups ear going “but you guys are perfect for the scene,,,,,and it’ll be short!!!! can you ask his owner??”
  • and you wanna be like excuse me i gotta go im getting a call but then u know,,, johnny goes to uni with you so maybe not making a fool of yourself is the right call so you just shrug and mumble that you’ll ask 
  • johnny’s grin returns and he quickly takes something out of his back pocket,,,,,which you realize is a scrap of notebook paper with a number scrawled on it
  • and he’s like i make this in case i find people on the street i want to cast,,,,,text me if the owner says yes!!! ill keep the spot open for you and -
  • he motions to mr.squiggles in your hands and you go “oh his name is mr. squiggles” and johnny bursts into cheerful laughter like “that’s PERFECT!! ill be waiting for your message”
  • and with that he’s off,,,,,you left holding the dog and the paper with his number and thinking to yourself that,,,,maybe johnny will just,,,,,,,,,,forget?
  • i mean he probably doesnt even know you go to the same uni,,,,,you reason as you put mr.squiggles down and go back to your walk
  • ,,,,,,out of curiosity though when you return him to his owners you ask ,,,,, would they let him be in a movie some time and the owner claps their hands together and is like ofc!!!! mr.squiggles is a born STAR!!!!! why is a friend of yours looking -
  • and you’re like nope no im just asking see you next saturday
  • come monday you’ve basically forgot about the whole thing,,,convinced johnny is popular enough to find other people to act for him
  • when you’re waiting in line to get coffee at the cafe and someone goes “hey!!!! what did mr.squiggle’s parents say?”
  • and it’s,,,,loud so everyone turns to look at you because mr.squiggles-?
  • and you’re like,,,what who??? only to see johnny standing behind you in line and you’re like oh myGOD
  • and he’s like “i knew id seen you before!!! cool that we go to the same school, so can you guys do it-?”
  • and you’re like “o,,,oh they said n-no so im sorry but-”
  • johnny clicks his tongue but waves his hand and is like nO SWEAT we can find another dog you walk dogs right????? do you think anyone else would be cool with it??
  • and you’re like dogs? what are dogs? idk any dogs? ahahahah
  • but johnny is like you told me you walk dogs,,,,,right??? im sure someone is ok with having their pup on screen plus it’s for a class so really-
  • your turn to order comes up and you quickly spout it out just to be like “oh, im sorry i have to go-” to johnny
  • rushing over to the pick up counter and thankfully,,,,a small black coffee is fast to make,,,,so you grab it and johnny makes a point to try and call out to you but you’re like class!!!! gtg!!!!
  • and with that you’re gone,,,,,looking solemnly down at the coffee in your hand and crinkling your nose because the last time you drank coffee was the last time you had a math final in high school
  • but also,,,,,why did johnny have to remember??? why did you have to bump into him???? what kind of weird coincidence???
  • but also you’re sure you’re off the hook this time,,,,like you told him mr.squiggles was unavailable and it wasnt like your classes ever clashed with film majors so you were home free
  • but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • you weren’t
  • a couple of days later johnny saw you in the library,,, asking again if you were up for the part
  • unenthusiastically you explained that all the dog owners said no so,,,,,,and johnny said it was fine again that he knew some people with dogs so-
  • but you ducked out of there again saying you had a study group to meet up with
  • another time you were on the quad and johnny sat down next to you,,,,asking how you were and if you weren’t busy to talk
  • once again you checked your phone and pretended to take a call
  • and honestly,,,,,,you don’t know WHY you can’t just tell him you can’t act- or more like you don’t want to act
  • because you’re convinced he can find someone else so easily that the pursuant asking you ,,,,, you just didn’t get it
  • not until you overhear a couple of people talking about how they’ve never seen johnny hold out for this long,,,,,usually he’s the first one to start filming ,,,,, but something is taking him so long this time
  • and with a slightly guilty conscious you take out your phone,,,the paper with johnny’s number is still tucked in your wallet and you fish it out too,,,inputting it and typing out a text
  • ‘im sorry ive avoided you about this, but im not a,,,,,,,im not an actor. i dont want to mess up your movie so i hope someone else can be the better fit’.
  • you send it,,,,,hoping you weren’t being to blunt but an hour later your phone lights up and johnny’s reply is ‘that’s ok! im sorry for bothering you, it was really uncool of me to keep chasing you - i didn’t know you were uncomfortable and i was being a douche. tell mr.sqiggles i still think he’s a star in the making!’
  • smiling down at the cute response and the line of dog emojis and stars you go back to your homework,,,,,but it’s a little hard because,,,,,,why’s johnny so much cuter to you all of a sudden
  • a couple of weeks go by and you stumble across what looks like a film set near the dog park you frequent on your job
  • and your entire pack starts tugging on their leashes in excitement and barking because of all the new people and cool looking cameras and you’re like “guys!!! calm down” 
  • and you notice someone turn around and it’s johnny??? he waves at you and you’re like “he-hey?? are you filming here??” and johnny nods and is like “it’s a little film im doing about a dog and their owner and they can like,,,,,,,talk to each other and the dog gossips about other dogs it’s kind of a comedy??? romance i guess”
  • and you’re like oo a romance featuring cute dogs cant go wrong with that and johnny is like exactly,,,,101 dalmatians,,,,,airbud - not romantic but dogs so
  • you giggle and you’re like well!! ill try to keep the kids from barking too much but!!
  • johnny grins and squats down,,, mr.squiggles running toward him like johnny’s been his owner for yEARS and licking his face and johnny is like it’s still a shame i couldn’t cast this lil guy
  • you smile,,,and johnny says he’s going to be filming for a bit but that it was nice talking
  • and you know,,, you go to the dog park and play a bit not noticing johnny whose struggling with the actors on set and some of the crew and usually johnny is really good with people 
  • but the way the lead isn’t getting along with the dog is stressing him out and at some point johnny is like “it’s fine, ill scrape this idea” and someone mentions that the deadline to hand it in is three days away and johnny is like “it doesn’t matter, i don’t think it’s going to work out and im not giving unfinished garbage to the professor.”
  • you look up seeing that most of the people are gone except for johnny and you pick up mr.squiggles and go over to him and you’re like “you look down,,,,,so i brought this guy to maybe help you smile?” 
  • johnny looks up from his head in his hands and gives a sad chuckle that you’ve never seen from him and you’re like whats wrong
  • and he’s like “i think,,,,im not going to be able to finish this.” and you’re like why not??? you had people here and stuff and he’s like sometimes things don’t work out
  • and you’re like do you have time?? and johnny mumbles that three days isn’t enough, even if the whole thing is fifteen minutes long
  • you see the defeat in his eyes,,,,which is hard to imagine since this is the johnny that never seems to give up
  • so with a tiny swallow you go “i,,,,,,,,,ill help. mr. squiggles too.”
  • johnny raise an eyebrow and shakes his head,,,,,saying that he can’t force you to help him, that’d be fucked up of him and you’re like you’re not!!!! consider it a change of heart
  • johnny motions to mr.squiggles and goes “didn’t their owners refuse-?” and you’re like “hahahah abOUT THAT,,,,,anyway what do we have to do??”
  • johnny explains the jist of the plot,,,,,you and mr.squiggles can understand each other and talk about the other dogs but you meet another owner who can speak to his dog too and you,,,,,basically fall in love
  • and you’re like giggling because ok,,,, a bit corny but u like it
  • and you’re like whose going to play the love interest?? and johnny looks around and is like i,,,, think im gonna have to do it because all the other footage is unusable. the dog tried to pee on the leads so -
  • and you’re like oh my gosh,,, well ok,,,,,,let’s try
  • to your surprise you’re not AS nervous in front of the camera as you thought
  • maybe because holding mr. squiggles calms you down or maybe it’s the way johnny is patient and encouraging 
  • but when all your individual cuts are done johnny is like “ok we have on thing left, where we meet and,,,,,well,,,,,,,mr. squiggles is supposed to tell you to ask me out” and you’re like oh,,, Oh,,, ok ,,,, well,, ahem
  • and johnny sets the camera to record and rushes over to sit beside you on the bench,,,pretending to look over at the other side of the park
  • and you’re like “oh,,,,shh ,,,, shh what? h- he isn’t cute???? i- what??? you want me to ask for his number???”
  • johnny turns around,,,putting his arm over the bench and going “are you talking to your dog?” and you jump a little almost forgetting the line and you’re like 
  • “i,,,,im not,,,,,” and johnny, effortlessly slides closer to you on the bench and is like “well, whoever told you to ask for my number is right - do you want it?”
  • feeling your cheeks glow red you nod and johnny is supposed to lean in closer but you’re kinda like !!! so you lift mr. squiggles up and he licks at johnny’s face and ,,,, after a moment you’re like im sorry!!!!! that wasn’t in the script
  • but johnny bursts into laughter and is like you know what,,,i think it’s a great ending shot 
  • you realize you’re close to having to drop the pups off so you gather mr. squiggles and tell johnny it was,,,,fun and that you hope he gets a good grade
  • johnny seems to want to say something,,, but you’re like im not avoiding you this time - i actually really need to go
  • and as you’re running back to get the rest of the dogs you hear him call out your name and he’s like “let me repay you with dinner sometime???” and you’re like “sounds good!!!”
  • after getting back to campus from work, you drop your things off in your dorm and you check your phone to see a text from johnny
  • ‘are you free tomorrow night?’ you smile,,,,thinking for a second and your roommate is like why do you look so happy - is it a date????? and you’re like WHAT,,,,,,NO,,,,,,,SHUTUP
  • but you say you are and the next night you meet up with johnny off campus and he’s telling you about this restaurant a friend of his opened and then you notice it,,,, the slight darkness under his eyes and you’re like johnny did you sleep??
  • and he’s like oh no i stayed up editing,,,, also this afternoon i had to help hyungsik with his shooting so 
  • and you’re like oh my god go home and sleep but he’s like no!! i gotta take you out and pay you for your help,,,,,and since i don’t have actual money please consider this food as payment
  • and you’re like shdlfkjds johnny and he’s like it’s good food,,,,,so???
  • even though he’s obviously tired,,, johnny still manages to keep up an exciting conversation and you try to get him to split the bill but he’s like nooooooo i am a respectful chicago gentleman 
  • and ur like ,,, does a respectful chicago gentleman try to mimic a parrot in a resturant and he’s like i see your point but let me live?
  • and johnny is ,,,, someone you never thought you’d hang out with one on one just because he’s bright and attracts attention 
  • and he’s a silly, handsome guy??? like???? getting near him seems like a feat but here you are,,, after diner walking to the arcade and johnny winning you a stuffed animal in one of those crane games but also completely losing to you in tekken 5
  • and you’re like,,,,, it’s nice to be like this with him and it’d be nice,,,,,,, to get to know him more
  • so you’re sad when the night ends and you guys are on your way back to uni on a crowded train and johnny keeps moving his body so no one is squishing up against you and it’s ,,,,,,,,, it is like a date but you refuse to let yourself cave to that mentality
  • but then as you get off at your stop, johnny’s hand slides into yours and it’s ,,,,, natural almost
  • and you get to campus and he’s like thanks for letting me take you out,,,and for being in my film
  • and you’re like haha,,, to quote you - no sweat!!! 
  • and it’s silent,,,but you’re still holding hands and you’re not quite sure what that means
  • until johnny goes “i don’t want to be awkward but - this was a date, right? can i call it a date?”
  • and you’re like OH WELL,,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,, and you’re like “i’d like if it was a date,,,,”
  • and johnny is like me too because then that means there can be more,,,,,dates,,,,,,,,for us,,,,,,,for me to take you on,,,,,,,,,am i making sense i feel like im not making sense
  • but you’re like!!!!! you are,,,,making sense,,,,,,
  • johnny grins and even in the nights dark light you can see the cute expression on his face and you’re like hey can you bend forward a little bit and he’s like oh?
  • and you lean up, kissing his cheek quickly before letting go of his hand and saying that you’ll see him ,,,, on the second date???
  • and you’re halfway across the quad to your dorm when you hear someone running behind you and you turn just to be tackled into a hug
  • and it’s johnny,,, you can tell by the way his hair tickles your cheeks and his frame is wide and he smells,,,,so distinct 
  • and he’s like “sorry,,i couldn’t wait till the second date,,,” and you’re like fldkjsde please,,,,
  • but it’s cute haha when he lets you go you guys wave goodbye and when you get home your roommate is like “ah, so how was the date?” and you’re like IT WASNT —- ok it was and it was amazing
  • dating johnny,,, is exactly what you all expect it to be
  • he’s an affection moNSTER and i mean that in the BEST way possible like he is FULL of love to give at ALL TIMES
  • forehead kisser extraordinaire 
  • showers you in compliments and talks about you to everyone he meets honestly the night after your first date ten,,,,,,in his pajamas half awake had to listen to johnny talk for exactly one hour and forty three minutes about everything that happened between you two and at the end of the night ten was like “i got it,,,,they sparkle like the stars in the sky ok can i go sleep- yes you told me about how they remind you of the best days of summer ok im going to sleep now jOHNNY SHUT UP”
  • for someone whose confident in their skills,,,, johnny got shy about showing you the end project of his film but when he did he was like “did you like it??” and you’re like yes!! im sorry for my bad acting also mr.squiggles says hi
  • and johnny is like tbh i love that dog and ur like more than me and he’s like yeah and ur like thats cool i love him more than i love you too
  • johnny: WHAT
  • you: dogs > boys, a cardinal rule
  • also you learned from jaehyun that the reason johnny stayed up all night to edit was because he was apparently watching the clips of you over and over again and being like they’re so cute,,,,
  • and you’re like no way
  • and jaehyun was like you don’t have to believe me but ten has a video and ten is like i do wanna see
  • and it’s true,,,,,johnny literally was sitting at his computer with the goofiest grin on his face looking at you like they’re adorable,,,, ft. ten’s snickering in the bg
  • johnny doesnt know ten took the video,,,, but when he found out he chased him across campus but tbh you just thought it was super cute of your boyfriend 
  • is tall and therefore whenever it rains he does this thing where he puts his hands over your head and is like “im ur umbrella” and you’re like ,,,,, im still getting wet and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,listen im not a GOOD umbrella, but im YOUR umbrella” and you’re like oh my god you’re a dork that’s what you are and you’re my dork so it’s ok
  • johnny calls you love unironically and you’re like are you british or and he’s like WOW LET ME BE CUTE WITH YOU PLEASE 
  • once mark drew a flower on your wrist or something and johnny was like draw one on me too and mark was like why and johnny was like because we’re a couple mark and i want to match
  • im just saying johnny seo is a corny couple items guy like look at the man
  • thinks the most useless things are cute and buys them for you and you’re like johnny i didn’t really need this mickey mouse ice cream scooper and he’s like ok but it’s cute tho??? and ur like saVE YOUR MONEY YOUR MINOR IS BUSINESS And johnny is like IM TRYING IM AN IMPULSE SPENDER 
  • also everything cute just seemingly reminds him of you like the boy is heart eyes for you ok
  • probably a really loose-lipped drunk,,,,, honestly texts you like paragraphs about how he’s going to make a movie dedicated to you but the typing is l1k3 th*$ 
  • he’s late to dates a lot but not because he doesn’t care or something but because he’s always busy helping someone film and you don’t mind but you’re like johnny take a break and he’s like i will but also hyuk was telling me about this sci-fi animation he’s gonna do and he might need me-
  • and you just motion for him to open his mouth so you can put some food in it and you’re like shhh just eat first talk later (this is hard since johnny loves to talk,,,,,,,,,)
  • is dramatic about anniversaries and holidays but it’s romantic and cheesy like yes he bought you bear the same size as him for valentines day and YES he recited a monologue from ‘the notebook’ to you on your birthday because that’s who johnny is 
  • texts you about what outfit to wear and you’re like huh what is that and johnny is like im going though a hippie phase should i wear this tie-dye t-shirt OR this tie-dye t-shirt
  • and you’re like wear a white t-shirt right now johnny and put the tie-die away
  • him: but baby i-
  • you: right now. away.
  • asks you for updates on mr. squiggles and you once told the owner your boyfriend really likes their dog and the owner was DELIGHTED she invited johnny and you to dinner and it was,,,,,,the most funny thing
  • to see johnny get tipsy on wine and gush over movies from the thirties with this little old lady????? priceless 
  • johnny: you know she’s much older now but bettie davis was a hottie,,,,,
  • you: oh my god
  • johnny: i won’t lie,,,,,im still into john travolta the man hasn’t aged-
  • you: put the drink down
  • when you guys talk on the phone,,,,you’ve noticed that johnny’s voice gets lower at night and it’s really nice and you’ll never tell him because you know he’ll tease you but,,,,,,wow
  • speaking of other really nice things johnny had invited you over to his dorm while ten was away with family and you guys were supposed to use the blank wall and project some movies on it and cuddle
  • but at some point the movie was the last thing on your mind because johnny’s half-lidded eyes and lips spread apart are PRETTY hard to ignore
  • also johnny is such a,,,,,physical person that he knows what to do with his hands and his mouth and long story short you ended up tangled in mr seo
  • and only after did you realize that the movie was over and you were like ,,,,,, should i play another one
  • and johnny pulling you right back ontop of him was like no no there’s more important things to do
  • johnny is a show off when it comes to relationships so the next day doyoung was eating and was like whats that on your neck - you got a rash?
  • and johnny was like nah my s/o stayed the night and doyoung was like oh and mark choked on his rice
  • does this thing that when he’s thinking to fast he’ll switch from korean to english and then backtrack and translate what he said and sometime’s he’ll stutter over this or that
  • and you’re like johnny you’re so cute but gather your thougths you don’t alWAYS have to be talking
  • and he’s just like,,,,,,,,,,you’re right but tbh if im not talking what can my mouth be doing and you’re like rolling your eyes but you’re like “kissing me?”
  • and he grins like eXACTLY come here
  • you guys kiss a lot just so you know like wanna know something about johnny? he’d kiss you till you were breathless jot that down
  • you asked him where his backpack was once and johnny was like i dont carry one everythings in my head
  • and you’re like what about that test in finance that you’re gonna have and his eyes got wide and he’s like i,,,,,,,,,,gtg get the notes off of someone see you later
  • told you his dream vacation isn’t chicago anymore,,,,like he wants to see his family so bad but he also wants to take a roadtrip with you and see you under all those stars beside him
  • and you were like we should do it sometime but i have a feeling we’d open the trunk and ten would be there
  • also you know this conversation has happened like one too many times
  • ten: you know, if you two have kids i want to be the godfather
  • you: what if we don’t, what if we adopt a cat or something
  • ten: then i want to be the godfather of the cat duh
  • you:
  • johnny: you know it ten, we’re brothers for life come and hug me
  • as silly and as romantic and fun as johnny is,,,,,he’s still got some reservations about himself and sometimes he jokingly,,,,mentions that it must be hard to love someone like him - always making mistakes or saying something embarrassing
  • but you always assure him that people aren’t supposed to be perfect, that you think he’s damn near close to it and you wouldn’t stop loving him over things that are only human
  • but if he does call you banana pumpkin angel in front of your friends again- and johnny is like fine fine ill stop using fruits for petnames,,,,,,,,,,,,my cherry sunshine universe and you’re like WHY do you INSIST ON BEING SO CORNY
  • and he’s like dont’ you love it though???? secretly??? just a little
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,fine yes i do god no wonder you’re a film major your brain is TOO Creative for it’s own good
  • johnny kissing up your arms to tickle you and make you feel better when you’re sad
  • also johnny would completely 100% let you borrow his sweaters and even if you’re wearing one just because it’s comfy and you have study hall 
  • he’d lean over to the person beside you two and be like “they’re wearing my clothes, don’t they look cute?” and the person is like ???? and you’re pulling johnny back over to you by the ear and you’re like boy
  • calls up the uni radio and requests that they play your favorite song every weekend without failure
  • and you’ll hear it and even if you’re not with johnny you can feel your heart burst because he’s the kind of boyfriend that remembers the smallest little details and shows you his love whenever he can
  • and there’s nothing better than having someone adore you like johnny seo adores you 

doyoung | jaehyuntaeyong | yuta | bangtan | vixx | monsta x | got7 + kard + amber | seventeen

36″ x 48″ (M)

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut; idol!verse

pairing: reader/taehyung

warning(s)/kink(s): intercrural sex (thigh fucking) + dirty talk + come play + size kink (?)

a/n: the title is a joke about canvas size, that of which is a large size for one lmao

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Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)


  • Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
  • Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
  • “Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
  • Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
  • Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
  • Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart.
    “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head.
    “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
  • Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
  • Cuddle sessions
  • You’d probably have a chores chart
  • John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
  • They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
  • Random surprises at work
  • It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
  • Movie nights galore!!
  • Giving the boys massages after long hard days
  • Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
  • “He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-”
    “Alexander!”
  • Doodling with John in your free time
  • Braiding the boy’s hair
  • “My love, are those flowers that you’re-”
    “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
  • Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
  • Thousands of group selfies
  • You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
  • The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
  • “That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.”
    “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
  • They’d love to baby you despite your protests
  • After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
  • Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
  • Shoulder kisses
  • The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
  • You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
  • But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
  • He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
  • But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
  • “Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
  • This would be Alex’s snapping point
  • Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
  • The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
  • Morning showers together
  • The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
  • After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
  • Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
  • “Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
  • Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
  • “He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
  • He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
  • Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
  • John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
  • Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
  • Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
  • Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
  • I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
  • Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
  • “Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?”
    “Herc now is not the time-”
    “A pork chop.”
  • John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
  • Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
  • “Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself.
    “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you,
    “Right you are, John.”
  • Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
  • Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
  • Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
  • But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
  • Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
  • Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
  • Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
  • Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
  • But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
  • Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
  • Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
  • Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
  • In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
  • Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
  • He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
  • You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
  • So many kisses
  • Exploring the city together
  • Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
  • It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
  • And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
  • Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
  • Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
  • But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
  • It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
  • Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
  • Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
  • The boys all had different drunk types
  • Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
  • “Y/n… can you please cuddle me?”
    “Jack gimme kisses.”
    “Hercules can you make me pizza?”
    “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!”
    “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
  • John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
  • Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
  • Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
  • Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
  • The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
  • Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
  • John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
  • There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
  • Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
  • You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
  • You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
  • Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
  • Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
  • You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight,  
    “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.”
    “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after.
    “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present.
    Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk,
    “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!”
    “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
  • But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it! 

- Daizy xx

“Hey mom ! ...I mean Mrs. Stark...” - Tony Stark x Reader x awkward!Peter Parker

Summary : Peter calls Tony and his wife (the reader) “dad” and “mom” by accident and…oh it’s awkward. 

Just a silly little story. Wrote in ten minutes on the verge of exhaustion, because I have almost no free time lately and…yeah. Uh. Hope you’ll still like it.

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. By far. 

It outdid that time when, as Spider-Man, he hit a signboard while swinging from web to web, and fell face first down in a busy NYC street…There were videos on YouTube, and pictures on the internet of “The Friendly neighborhood Spider greatest fail”…but at least, no one saw his face. No one actually knew him. 

But now ? Oh God. He was good old and regular Peter Parker and everyone knew it. And this all thing was embarrassing beyond all measure ! 

He had just called Mrs. Stark “mom” on live TV ! 

He obviously didn’t mean to but…it was the stress really. 

People were starting to get curious about Anthony Stark’s mysterious intern, and he just had to give an interview about it so as not to blow his cover. After all, it was the first time Tony’s company was taking interns ! And everyone was curious about that guy that teenage boy who got the first one ever. 

With how obsessed with the Starks the World was, the interview was a huge deal…Millions of people watched the great Iron man’s new protégé, the boy so many were jealous of for landing the best internship ever at Stark Industries.

The journalists asked him hundred of questions, and everything was going smoothly. Besides, Peter felt like with Mr. Stark by his side, he was invincible, his hero and role model giving him strength…Up until he talked about you and used the word “mom” to do so…And you were right next to him…Oh, awkward.

It happened barely a second ago but he already rewinded the scene in his head a thousand times…The journalist asked :

-How is it to be so often in the presence of Tony Stark, a genius and also one of the biggest and most famous superhero on Earth ? 

And stupid, embarrassing, idiotic, nervous Peter answered :

-It’s ok really, Mr. Stark is amazing, and his wife, Mrs (Y/N) Stark is really great, right mom ? 

And he turned to you. Right after he called you “mom” in front of millions of people…and just froze. Why didn’t he stop at “Mrs. (Y/N) Stark is really great”, why the Hell did he turn to you and said “right mom ?”…he would never know. 

There was a sudden silence in the room, all the journalists and even the damn security guards staring at Peter. He cleared his throat and laughed nervously, but he wasn’t able to say anything. 

He glanced quickly at Tony and your husband was just like everyone else right now, staring at him, probably thinking : “wait…what did he say ?”.

This was Peter’s worst nightmare. Public humiliation. Saying something so damn stupid. In front of so many people…

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ranmin10  asked:

i love your reaction bc its long and with every details, can i have bts reaction when they're sad and feel self-esteem about their body so their GF order them to take of their clothes and start to kiss every inch of their skin and tell them how beautiful they look(you can make fluff or smut as you're comfortable with of cores!!!)

Hi cutie, I took the liberty of slightly changing the pitch so each members can have a different story without having to follow the same storyline. I find it a little more fun to read :) I still tried to keep it close to your request and I hope you’ll like it ! Thank youuu


Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

It’s 11pm and Namjoon’s still in his studio, sitting on the couch near the door, staring at his phone. He scrolls through ARMY’s twitter accounts, getting lost in the immensity of their precious fanbase. He tries to do that as soon as he has a little bit of time or when inspiration is lacking, and it’s always a pleasure. But this time, it’s rather unpleasant. Namjoon found an ARMY who spends a lot of time responding to haters, and so he found some antis accounts. He did’nt think it was still so virulent and didn’t expect to read such horrible things about him. It brutally brought him back to early years of his career when insults on his physique used to hurt him a lot. He then hears your steps getting closer and locks his phone when the door opens. You come in with a big smile, a bag containing a pack of beer, sweets and other kinds of snacks in your hand. You put it on the coffee table and bend down to kiss your boyfriend. Namjoon knows it will take you barely 5 seconds to notice that something is bothering him and indeed, you immediately ask in a worried voice if there’s something wrong. Namjoon sighs and, as you sit next to him, runs a hand on the back of his neck while he tells you why he doesn’t feel very well. He also knows that you’ll get a little upset and could almost predict word for word what you’re about to say. « Why are you looking at this trash ? And why do you even care about what those kids are saying ? ». Namjoon doesn’t want to look at you, he knows what kind of annoyed glance you’re gonna throw him. He unlocks his iPhone and scrolls the anti’s comments while saying in a quiet voice : « I know I shouldn’t care about it… And I see all the compliments I get when I tweet selcas… But it still hurts. I don’t know why but it particularly affects me today. ». Namjoon hears your sigh but he doesn’t want to take his eyes off his screen. As he straightens his glasses on his nose, you take the opportunity to take his phone from his hands. Namjoon didn’t expect it and quickly turns his head towards you, his lips parting to complain but you don’t give him time to say anything. You throw his phone on the other side of the couch and sit on his lap while you put a finger on his mouth. « You’re the most beautiful thing in the whole entire universe, Kim Namjoon. I’ll not let some jealous assholes hurt you. I’m gonna find them, and I’m gonna kill them. ». Namjoon looks at you with big, surprised eyes before he snorts. He lowers his eyes, his fingers touching the sides of your thighs, feeling a bit better but not as much I you wish it was. He feels your fingers on his chin and he raises his head, his eyes into yours. Your smile is soft, tender, almost enough to warm his entire body. You take off his black beanie, running your hand through his hair and making him shiver, and then takes off his round shaped glasses. When he feels your hands against his cheeks, Namjoon feels his throat tightening. You stare at him, your sweet smile not leaving your lips, making Namjoon soft as fuck. You look at all the details of his face and finally say in a soft voice : « I don’t know if I told you that before but sometimes when I stare at your face, my heart beats so fast my breath is cut. It happened all the time before we even started dating & it still happens a lot. And I’m sure you don’t even know it. ». Namjoon lightly presses his fingers on your thighs without realizing it and lets out a small laugh in a breath. He knows you really want to cheer him up, but he doubts it’s as true as you say. You seem to guess his thoughts but stay silent. You take his hand and put it against your neck, positioning his index and middle finger above the vein just below your ear. When he feels how fast your heart beats, Namjoon slightly shudders and raises his eyebrows. He puts both hands against your neck, suddenly feeling worried. « Are you okay, babe ? ». Your warm hands come to rest above his as you whisper : « Every time I stare at your face, babe… Every damn time… You’re so beautiful…». Your voice breaks a little as you’re taken aback by emotion, and Namjoon grunts when he sees your eyes getting filled with tears. But you’re still smiling and it makes him feel some type of way. Namjoon feels his heart tightening, realizing how easily your smile can made his sadness disappears. He closes his eyes when you begin to lay thousands of kisses on his face and his arms closes around your waist to press you against him. He shudders with each of your kisses and ends up looking for your mouth that he easily finds, your soft lips still the only remedy to his sadness.

Taehyung

Originally posted by jeonyween

Tae opens the door of his bedroom and finds you lying on his bed, reading a book with music on. As he closes the door, a sad smile appears on his lips as you lift your head to smile at him. He falls on the bed and lays beside you, his head resting on his arm so that he can be above you. You close your book and ask him what’s wrong, because you know something is wrong, obviously. Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, not knowing which words to choose. After a short moment of reflexion, he puts his hand on his belly and sadly pats it while asking : « Do you think my tummy is gross ? ». The look you give him could have made him laugh if he wasn’t so upset. You slightly straighten up and ask : « Are you serious right now ? No, you can’t be serious. Right ? ». Tae pretends not to have heard what you just said and sighs while continuing to pat his belly before pulling on his skin You raise your eyes to the sky and grab his hand to make him stop. « I tell you all the time that it’s the cutest thing ever. All the internet thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Why are you saying that all of the sudden ? ». Taehyung can see your annoyance in your eyes but he can’t help but continue to pout : « I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting a little too chubby… Look at my cheeks… ». This time, you almost stand on your knees to get your eyes at the same level as his, and Tae grins at your annoyed tone : « Did someone said something to you ? Who is it ? When did it happened?! Tell me. ». Taehyung sighs and confesses that one of his stylists has made a joke on his weight and since then he hasn’t stop thinking about it. Tae knows it’s stupid but it hurt him. And seeing you roll your eyes again doesn’t really makes it better. He’s even a little scared when you get angry : « Gosh, Tae ! It was a joke ! She’s always joking around and you love it… Since when do you care about what anybody think about your body ? Or anything else ? ». Tae abruptly responds, not wanting to hear what he already knows : « I don’t know ! I don’t know… I’m not always confident, you know… ». He immediately sees the change in your eyes as those last words comes in a breath. He almost sighs when your hand gently strokes his cheek as you whisper : « You’re the cutest man in the world, do you know that ? ». Taehyung shudders under the caress of your hand and lets himself go when you turn him on his back to straddle him. The sweet smell of your skin invades him as you bend over to kiss his cheeks, his jaw, his neck. His fingers clenches on your butt when you start to unbutton his shirt. Tae sighs, slightly shaking : « What… What are you doing…? ». His eyes meet yours when you sit up : « I’m showing you how obsessed I am with your body… ». This time, a shiver runs down his spine. Once the shirt is completely unbuttoned, you start to kiss his belly. Tae grunts when your teeth and tongue joins the dance, causing strange waves of heat in his lower abdomen. When you start to undo his belt, your tongue rolling on the skin below his belly button, his hand immediately grabs your hair, making you sigh against his clothed hardness. He never feels as good as when he feels your hot breath against his crotch, wonderful sign of a near explosion of pleasure caused by your pretty mouth.

Jin

Originally posted by seokjinstae-moved

Jin plugs in the hair dryer and begins to dry his hair in front of his bedroom’s mirror. He sighs when he sees you thought the mirror as you take a picture, a silly smile on your lips. Jin asks you to stop, which you answer by sticking his tongue out, continuing to lovingly watch your screen as you take other shots of your boyfriend. Jin turns off the hair dryer and takes your phone from the hands : « stop… I’m not in the mood. ». This is the first time he speaks to you with such a cold tone but he only realizes it after when he sees your sad and worried look. He puts down the hair dryer and looks at you : « Sorry… It’s just that I’m not looking good today and It kinda pisses me off. ». He looks at you as you get up to get closer to him, your eyes still filled with worries. You try to make him smile : « What happened to my worldwide handsome boyfriend ? ». Jin laughs in a breath and shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to say. He happens to have bad days, and unfortunately you’re witnessing one today. When your arms wraps around his waist and your bodies moves closer, Jin lowers his head and softly says, as if he was ashamed : « I’m getting old, right ? My face is not as young as before, and I don’t know… I feel really ugly today ». You make a sad pout that makes him smile, finding you absolutely adorable. Your arms slide over his waist to grab his shirt and you say : « You look like you’re seventeen, babe… Maybe you’re getting blind, I don’t know… Because when I look at you, all I can see is your delicious lips, your beautiful eyes, your perfect face who’s driving me crazy, as well as your body, so much that I’m already touching it… ». Jin looks down to actually see that your hands are passing under his shirt. He can’t help but snorts when you take off his shirt, your eyes full of sparkles when they land on his broad shoulders. This simple view is enough for Jin to feel jolts of arousal running through his veins. As your fingers brushes the skin just above his belly button, you say with a mischievous smile rising on your lips: « I’m obsessed with every single inch of your body… ». Seokjin puts his hands on your cheeks and brings you closer to him, unable to refrain his need to kiss you, but your words stops him. « And do you know what I like the most ? ». The tone of your voice is even smoother than it was just a few seconds ago, causing a new wave of heat in you’re boyfriend’s body. « The one thing you hate the most… ». Jin can’t think straight when you talk to him like that, when you look at him like that. You lightly turn your head to slide his thumb into your mouth, passing it along your tongue. This time, Jin clearly feels his member twitching under his boxers. The thrill that runs through his spine almost makes him lose his balance but you hold him firmly against you, licking his thumb and then taking his index in your mouth as well. You look so naughty Jin can’t think of anything else but getting your tongue elsewhere.

Hoseok

Originally posted by sosjimin

You’re comfortably seated in the living room’s couch, Hoseok’s arm around your neck, caressing your skin just below your collarbone. You look at a big american blockbuster, a good old useless movie which its only interest is to entertain you both with huge explosions every ten minutes. While the hero is fighting bare hands against a gang of villains, the camera focused on his powerful chest, Hoseok sighs : « Aaaah… I wish I had a strong body like his… ». You shrug your shoulders as if to say that it doesn’t matter for you but Hoseok doesn’t seems to agree : « Look at him… He’s ten times more attractive than me. ». This time, he feels your furious gaze on him and slowly turns his eyes on you, wondering if he hasn’t just made a mistake. You don’t even have to talk, your eyes clearly saying « Don’t try me, bitch », but Hobi can’t help it and pouts : « Don’t look at me like that. You know it would be a lot better if I was more muscular… ». He’s forced to lean down with you when as you grab the remote control to pause the movie. You look at him intensely, your fingers passing against his jaw, and say : « Some really stupid things comes out of your mouth, sometimes. Are you aware of that ? Look at you… ». You lean over and gently kiss his jaw, whispering between each kisses : « You already are the most attractive man on the planet…». Hoseok finally smirks, his hands pressing your ass to make you climb on him. Once you’re on his thighs, you have full access to his neck and slide your tongue on it, feeling Hoseok’s grunt vibrating in his chest. He notices how thin the fabric of your sweatpants is as he can feel your warmth against his growing member. When you start to move his T-shirt up to remove it, Hoseok suddenly returns to reality and grabs your hands to stop you : « Jungkook and Jimin are in the dorm, are you crazy ? ». You remain deaf to his words, your tongue still rolling against his neck’ skin. Hoseok hisses, clutching his fingers against your thighs, knowing very well that it’ll soon be impossible for him to fight back if you keep teasing him. Hobi finds himself shirtless in a blank of an eye, shivering under the caress of your fingers on his toned chest. He sighs when he sees you biting your lip as you trace the define lines of his abs, opening your mouth to sigh as well : « Fuck baby… You’re so hot… ». Hoseok always feels desired when your eyes are on his body, but this time, this feeling is much stronger. He knows that the boys can walk on you at any moment, he knows he’s about to tear your panties off in the middle of the living room that he shares with his seven brothers, he knows he should put a stop to this situation that’s getting wilder and wilder, but he’s unable to do anything. He cups your cheeks to kiss you with passion, making you sigh against his mouth, Hoseok having no trouble swallowing your moan when his crotch grinds against your burning core.

Yoongi

Originally posted by sugagifs

It’s very late when you hear the boys geting back fro their night out. Taehyung, Jungkook & Yoongi went out to eat lamb skewers, a great excuse to actually get drunk as fuck. Yoongi loves to take his children to drink outside for whatever reason. Anyway, when you hear their heavy footsteps in the hallway and their cheesy « good night », you start to smile. It seems like they went hard, tonight. When Yoongi leans against the door after opening it and grunts « annyeonghaseyo, baby », you can easily guess his level of intoxication : high. You hold a laugh behind your hand while Yoongi staggers to the bed before falling on it, his head first. When he lets out a long groan, you lean over his back and caress his shoulders : « What’s wrong ? ». Yoongi sighs :  « Tae made fun of my height… And then, they took both of my arms and it looked like they were two aliens abducting a little kid…  Like, I’m their Hyung, for fuck’ sake… They laughed at me… And they’re right. I’m short as fuck. And ugly. ». You bite your upper lip, fighting the laughter rising in your throat, your fingers clenching on his shoulder. He seems really pissed off by this and you can’t laugh even if the fact that he’s so drunk makes the scene too funny not to giggle. Yoongi never says that kind of things, so he must have really been hurt by it. You gently roll him over so he’s on his back and Yoongi grows a long ass whine, his hands resting on his belly and his usual judging face on. You shift yourself on him and bend over to kiss his nose : « You’re not short, you’re cute… ». Yoongi grunts and you kiss his cheek : « You’re not ugly, how dare you… You’re the most beautiful man in the world… ». Yoongi snorts, his hand slowly moving down on the small of your back. « This is too cheesy, I’m not drunk enough for this shit ». You hiss between your teeth and gives him a threatening look but that doesn’t seem to affect him at all. « Oh, Sir Min Yoongi doesn’t like it ? ». This time, Yoongi doesn’t keep his poker face on and clenches his jaw as a warning, reminding you not to cross the line. You tilt your head to the side and whisper : « Aggressive is more his style, right ? ». You bend over and kiss him with all the lust, all the roughness you got. Yoongi doesn’t close his eyes, watching you show your dominance before he takes it back by force, not knowing that you’ll not give in easily. You put his wrists over his head and attack his neck, taking his skin between your teeth to leave your mark. Yoongi hisses, his hips rising dangerously, not wanting to admit that you drive him crazy when you try so hard to take control. You lick him down to his collarbone and take the risk of releasing his wrists to pull up his sweatshirt. Yoongi knows he should take the opportunity to take back the control of the situation but the alcohol makes him much more sensitive to the things you do. He lets you remove his sweater and doesn’t even complain about your roughness. He only wants one thing : feel your lips and your tongue on his body. His hands freezes in the air when start to kiss his chest, your tongue suddenly flipping on his nipple. Yoongi grunts, making you smile against his skin. Your boyfriend’s hands comes to rest on your arms, stroking your burning skin while you continue to move down on his chest. Between each kiss, between each lick, you whisper : « Ugly… How can you even… I swear one day I’m… I’m gonna punch this gorgeous face of yours… ». You lift your head when you suddenly hear his snort and holds a moan when his hand closes around your throat to bring you back to him. He rolls over you and puts himself above you, his hand sliding on your neck to rest against your cheek. He looks down on your lips and raises his eyes to look into yours : « You’re crazy… But I love you… ». You pull him against your lips to silent a growing moan as his words makes you shudder. Yoongi passionately responds to your kiss, his chest pressed against your breasts, your nipples hardening under the friction. Then, as his lips goes down to your neck and then back to your ear, he murmurs in a mischievous voice : « Now I’m gonna eat you out… What were the world ? Ah, yeah… Agressive style. »

Jimin

Originally posted by sugasnae

You received his text half an hour ago but you’re already at the dorm’s door. Hoseok invites you in and tells you that Jimin went straight to their bedroom without saying a word but nobody really knows why. You sigh, unfortunately knowing why your boyfriend is so sad. When you asked him how his photo shoot went, Jimin responds was harsh : « It’s was the worst. I don’t want to talk, sorry. I love you. ». Oh no Park Jimin, it will not happen like that, there’s no way you’re gonna let him mope alone in his room. You cross the hallway and open the door, slowly moving your head in the embrasure not to startle him. However, he’s not likely to see you because he’s hidden under a huge blanket that’s three times his size. You gently close the door and sing his name in a soft voice as you approach the bed. Jimmy doesn’t move, as if you didn’t exist. You sit on the bed, put your hand on what you guess to be his hip and whisper : « Baby ? Come out… ». Jimin shakes as if to say « no » and when you shake his thigh back, he moans : « No… I really feel bad right now… ». You sigh and hug his shoulders, somehow managing to position yourself well without crushing him under your weight. You pat his chest, your own chest pressed against his shoulder blades, and said with a soothing tone : « I’m sure the pictures looks great ». Jimin snorts and growls : « Of course you think I look great, you’re my girlfriend… But trust me, it was horrible… I looked like an angry ghost… Aiisssh… ». You slightly tighten your grip on Jimin and pout : « Yah ! So what ? Since I’m your girlfriend I’m blinded by love and lust ? Huh ?! Of course I find you attractive, but I haven’t always been your girlfriend… And I’ve always been attracted to you ! Isn’t that the only thing that matters, in the end ? You being pretty for yourself, for ARMY and for me ?! ». Jimin leaves a small silence before mumbling : « Y-Yeah… But-». He stops talking as soon as he feels you moving to get up, the bed suddenly becoming too empty. He can’t hold back a curse when you lift the blanket in the air, a cold breeze running on his curled body. You slip under the blanket, the day light barely filtering through the thick fabric, and crawls to your boyfriend. You slide against his back and pass your hand under his arm to stroke his chest. Jimin sighs but doesn’t want to admit that he was waiting for that hug since he left the studio. You rest your chin on his shoulder and whisper in his ear : « I know you’re upset but you’re gonna be over it soon. I’m not even worried about it since you’e the cutest and the sexiest man in the world. Besides… Isn’t the way I look at you the most important thing ? And the way that, no matter how much time passes, I still can’t take my eyes off of you when we’re in the same room ? ». You feel a slight grunt vibrating in his chest and smile, pleased to see that he’s very close to give in. You move your hand down with infinite slowness, pulling his sweatshirt up to easily pass your hand underneath the fabric. You stroke his warm skin and softly pinch his nipple, making him moan as his back arches in arousal. You move your mouth a little closer to his ear, whispering softly : « What about the fact that you always manage to get me wet just with the sight of your body, just with how good it feels against mine…? ». Jimin gasps when you suddenly slide your hand under his sweatpants to grab his member through his boxers. You palm his growing erection and try to keep control of yourself (despite the fact that Jimin has grabbed your thigh in a grunt). You whisper one last time : « Isn’t it all that matters ? ». Your tongue slips against his ear, making Jimin bucks his hips as you keep stroking his hard member. He pants : « Yes… Y-Yes baby… ». You kiss his neck and finally gives him what he seems to crave, his face wriggling under the tiny friction you offer him. When Jimin finally feels your fingers closing around his cock, his body melts with yours as he passes his hand behind your neck to kiss you, sighing hard against your mouth.

Jungkook

Originally posted by celinet7

You join Jungkook in the bathroom while he cleans his face after his shower. You smile as you watch his face disappearing under a white cloud and turn your attention back to your toothbrush. A mouthwash and hop, here you are, ready to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. Jungkook passes a towel over his face after rinsing it and sighs when he puts it back on the counter. He gets closer to the mirror and inspects his cheeks, frowning when he sees that he has a lot of pimples. You look at him without saying a word, seeing how much he’s upset. He moisturizes his face and takes another look before hissing : « I’m disgusting… ». You let out a disapproving growl and wrap your arms around his waist, getting on tiptoe so you can rest your chin on his shoulder and look at him through the mirror when you say : « Don’t say that… ». Jungkook doesn’t see the tender look you give him as he continues to look at his cheeks. He grumbles : « I’m saying it because it’s true, look ! It’s driving me crazy… I can’t even look at myself. ». He looks away and washes his hands silently as you bite your lip, wanting to find the right words to comfort him. You kiss him between his shoulder blades and whine : « You’re the most beautiful thing on earth, I can’t let you say that ! ». Jungkook laughs at the sound of your childish voice and watches you move around to get in front of him, your hands moving up on his chest. He only wears a towel wrapped around his waist and his beauty momentarily cuts your breath. « Lift me up », you ask, smiling when Jungkook easily lifts you up to put you on the counter. You put your hands on his neck and brush the tips of your fingers on his cheek. Jungkook tightens his embrace around your waist, comfortably wedged between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. They’re like a thousand shining stars, wandering on his face as if you were looking at an angel. Jungkook sighs, his breath a little cut off when you put your hands on his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips. « You’re human, babyboy… It’s okay to have skin problems sometimes. You still look absolutely beautiful… ». You rest your lips on his, feeling his hand pressed against the small of your back and you trace a path of kisses along his jaw to come against his ear. You whisper : « Just look at you… ». You slightly lower your shoulder so Jungkook can see his own reflection, his mouth slightly opened because of your warm breath against his ear that increases the rhythm of his breathing. You meet his eyes as you run your hand against his neck. « Breathtaking… ». You laugh in a breath when you see Jungkook’ smirk through the mirror, the ultimate sign that you won. You lay kisses on his cheeks, your hand stroking his neck before Jungkook attacks your mouth in a needy kiss, making you moan when he deliberately grinds on you and takes advantage of your separated lips to slip his tongue to meet yours.

Until Next Time—03 [m]

Synopsis: You are finally meeting Jimin in person after months—but it doesn’t go entirely as planned

Originally posted by nochuie

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // gaming au, long distance lovers au

Genre: Smut, a lil’ fluff

Word Count: 7.5k

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

Includes: roadhead, oral, spanking, dom jimin, multiple orgasms, nipple play

A/N: happy!! holidays!! here’s the final installment, haha


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boyfriend!wonho
  • OKAY LEMME SIT YOU DOWN AND TELL YOU ABOUT THE LOML
  • this boy would love you with all of his entire heart
  • he would message you every single day to check up on you and make sure that you are okay
  • and then when he’s away on tour he would constantly send you little videos of everything that’s happening
  • i mean you’re gonna know when hyunwoo is going for a shit and when kihyun’s voice breaks in rehearsals because it’s the funniest thing ever
  • has adorable pet names for you like ‘princess’ and 'baby’
  • also calls you silly, over-the-top ones like 'seashell’ and 'sugarplum’ to make you laugh
  • honestly his life goal would be to make you laugh every single day
  • feels so sorry that he can’t be around as much as he’d like but you’re so understanding because you know it has always been his dream to be an idol
  • and seeing him work so hard makes you understand just how much he wants it
  • sometimes you make him watch no mercy back just so that you can make fun of the fact he managed to unexpose™ himself
  • forcing him to eat and take days off from the gym so that he can recover
  • and telling him that you love him just as much without abs because it makes his tummy more comfortable for cuddles
  • OH MY LORD CUDDLES
  • he is the cuddle master
  • will cuddle you whenever
  • lying on the sofa? cuddles
  • standing in line at the supermarket? cuddles
  • you surprise him at practise? cuddles
  • his arms are constantly around you waist or shoulders and his fingers are always entwined with yours
  • will always ask you to stay over even though he shares a room with three other boys
  • and always does a cute lil pout when you say no
  • then will always offer to stay rounds yours instead but you gotta tell him no because the boys need him more than you do
  • doesn’t give two shits about pda around the boys though
  • will kiss you, hug you, grab your ass in front of them
  • mostly because you’re always barging into practises and into the dorm to feed them
  • BECAUSE IT IS NOT OKAY FOR MONSTA X TO STARVE THEMSELVES ON YOUR WATCH
  • he always wants to do spontaneous things like go to the park at 2am or hire bikes and cycle along the han river when you’re in the middle of doing laundry
  • i bet he actually gives the best massages ever
  • when he sees that you’re stressed he’ll slowly knead your shoulders and relax all of the knots in the muscles
  • the most caring ever™
  • will also send you dirty messages at the most inappropriate times
  • like when you’re out for lunch with your parents or babysitting
  • mostly does it when he’s on tour because he knows you can’t just go round and see him to relieve the horniness that he has created
  • speaking of horny wonho…
  • this boy would be an absolute god in bed because come on, it’s wonhoe
  • can be very soft and gentle because he loves and cherishes you with all of his heart
  • but will also fuck you backstage on a dressing table whilst making you beg to cum because he’s an utter dick
  • like before he goes away on tour, the two of you have really loving, sweet 'going away on tour and not going to see each other for a moth’ sex
  • but when he gets back… boooooooy you’ve got lost time to make up for
  • counter sex
  • wall sex
  • floor sex
  • sofa sex
  • all the sex
  • and then so much love and aftercare
  • never wants to hurt you and will always ask if you’re okay and enjoying yourself
  • also loves it when you take control and tease the fuck outta him… literally
  • you’re never afraid to express your emotions around him and vice versa because you have so much trust and love for each other it’s unreal
  • sometimes he just sits and cries while you hold him because it all gets too much for him
  • and he’d do exactly the same for you in a heartbeat
  • fighting is rare but when it happens, it happens because it will be over something important
  • normally if either of you get annoyed you’ll go away and cool off
  • but if something serious happens then there will be shouting… a lot of it
  • but i don’t feel like fighting could ever last long because the two of you hate spending time apart
  • and then you’d talk it all out between you and even if it wasn’t fully resolved, you’d go back to normal as best as possible
  • the best part right now, okay?
  • kissing shin hoseok would be the best thing to ever happen to you
  • honestly
  • the best
  • he has the bestest, softest lips on any human ever and I also bet that he’s an amazing kisser
  • will tease you lots by pulling away just before you lips touch
  • but will move softly and slowly, just the way you love it
  • his hands will be in your hair, or on your waist pulling you towards him
  • that boy’s tongue knows exactly what it’s doing I’m telling you
  • and when it gets more heated, don’t be surprised when he pulls you on top of him or pushes you against a wall
  • he will always take silly candid pictures of you doing normal mundane things
  • like drinking coffee and making the bed
  • and then when he’s lying in the dorm in bed or on tour he’ll look through all the photos and get all happy and nostalgic
  • but he doesn’t know that you do exactly the same thing
  • honestly, couple-everything
  • i know it’s cheesy but he loves it
  • the two of you have couple t-shirts and rings and mugs and necklaces and phone cases and blankets and phone wallpapers
  • and sometimes you accidentally turn up to a date wearing similar outfits and you both just die of giggles
  • like once you both wore literally the same ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt and trainers for a coffee date and you’ve never gotten over it
  • but if you send him a picture in the morning of you wearing your couple t-shirt, he’ll immediately swap whatever he’s wearing and put on his too, even if you aren’t going to see each other
  • Introducing you to him mum would be such a big thing for the both of you because he adores her so much
  • he would take you to her café after it has closed and the three of you would sit down and talk for hours
  • and she’d tell you loads of funny embarrassing stories while he sits and whines about it
  • and you can just tell that she’s so incredibly proud by everything that he’s achieved
  • and loves him with all of her heart
  • and you can’t help but feel the same
  • when it gets late he’ll take her home, whether it’s walking her or driving/getting a taxi
  • and when he drops you home after he’ll burst with happiness after you tell him how much you love him mum
  • and then he’ll tell you that she loved you too
  • AND YOU’LL ALL JUST BE SO HAPPY
  • my heart has officially stopped beating now
  • but okay just imagine hoseok as you’re boyfriend he would be the most caring, loving person ever
  • whoever gets to marry him is literally the luckiest person in the entire world tbh
the universe of us.

“I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader
genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff
type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au
word count: 21,112 words
warnings: none
author’s note: thank you to the true mvps @zephyoongist​, @gukstudio, and @syubits for all their aggressive motivation through means of screaming at me to continue dragging myself through this wild ride until the completion of this nightmare monstrosity. the italicized quote mentioned in this was said by dr. suess. i wrote this while listening to this song, so i hope you listen to it as well while reading for the full experience.

nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams

The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.

So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.

And you are Icarus.


In a realm of pointless illusions and shadows of reality, dreams are not something you tend to dwell over. Some say it is within dreams where your selfish desires, wants, hopes, and subconscious manifest into a tentative form. As a lucid dreamer, you absolutely enjoy delving into illusions of roaming the boisterous halls of Hogwarts or taking flight into the air as you stretch your fingers out and almost touch the second star to the right.

You never actively try to find the hidden meanings behind the imagined moments that play beneath your eyelids and find purchase within the secret crevices within your mind. There simply is no point in doing so when they are not seen as an escape from reality because you are more than satisfied, daresay happy even, with the way your life is.

You found happiness within a circle of trustworthy and wonderful friends, a stable and amazing job that you actually do not dread going to in the morning, a beautiful and spacious apartment, and to top it off, a very cute and lovable dog named Soonshim whom you are a proud parent of with your boyfriend. More so, after all, you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. And you are completely head over heels for a certain Kim Taehyung.

But then you find yourself slipping between the stratums of real and make-believe, existence and reverie, day and night under the guise of slumber and fantasies, thrown headfirst into an entirely new life that leaves you confused and chasing after something—or rather, someone—who is more than just silly daydreams and butterflies.

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