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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 5

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You felt like it was back when Harry was touring for months and you could hardly talk to him, let alone know where he was. But this time around, you were running a business and you knew that while you were slaving over paperwork and getting paper cuts and paint on more of your clothes, Harry was probably just sitting around writing or swimming in the ocean or drinking and that made you a little mad and jealous but also made you focus more.

Savie was over the fucking moon, of course, because she and Beau were together and he was visiting her for a little while and sticking around as he worked on his next exhibit.

“Artists really can live anywhere as long as they have space to work,” Savie told you as you flipped through some design books. Your office had never been more messy and stocked in your life as you surrounded yourself with work and threw yourself into it to fill the void in Harry’s absence. 

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💋We Need To Talk [Part 2] (Grayson x Reader)

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Summary: imagine being pregnant with Grayson’s baby and you go to stay at your parents house since it’s Christmas and as you lay with Gray you get horny just looking at him and the hormones and you try to convince him for sex since he believes your parents would listen to you but eventually he does as what his wife wants

Warnings: Smut, fingering, nipple play, and daddy?

A/N: So this was requested so I felt it worked great as a part 2 for We Need To Talk so I hope you guys like it and remember requests are Open :) Like before Y/D/N-Your daughter’s name

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Originally posted by lovershub

“How many more days until santa gets here?” Your four year old daughter, Y/D/N, asked as she helped nana and I put the tinsel on the Christmas tree.

“We have 5 more days until Santa comes sweetpea.” My mom says to Y/D/N as she untangles the tinsel.

“Why does Santa come so late?” She asks as grandpa and Grayson come from the kitchen.

“He has to make sure all the boys and girls stay good until close to the end of the year so he can reward them for being good all year.” Dad says and I laughed and looked at Grayson who was extremely sweaty. Dad and him have been outside working all day on repairing Ethan’s motorcycle and working on the family boat. He was wearing work jeans and a white muscle tank. His skin looked so golden against his tank. He looked incredibly sexy. I snap back into reality and I see Grayson is looking me in the eyes. He mouths ‘are you okay’ which I nod and give him a thumbs up. He returns the gesture smiling.

“My look at the time. Come on sweetpea I’ll read you a story and then we can go to bed. Tell mommy and daddy night night.” My mom says to Y/D/N. Grayson gets on his knees and opens his arms wide for our little girl to run into him for a hug. He wraps his large arms around her and holds her tight.

“Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mommy. I love you.” She says hugging Gray and I and she turns to walk down the hall with nana.

“Goodnight princess. We’ll see you in the morning.” Grayson said as he took my hand in his which made me blush.

“Yeah I think I’m going to hit the hay myself. I’ll see you two in the morning.” My dad said giving us a hug and going down the hall himself. Grayson turns his head to me with narrow eyes.

“Shall we?” He asks gesturing down the hall to go to bed. I nod and he leads the way down the hall to our room. I take off my shirt and pants and Grayson does the same. I throw on one of his hoodies since for some reason it’s always cold at my parents house. He was wearing his maroon boxers and he looked incredibly sexy. The way his jaw was structured like he could cut glass. His hair still styled so perfectly even though he has been outside all day in the hot sun. His skin looked so golden and he just looked so incredibly sexy without his shirt on. These hormones are absolute driving me crazy, but damn he just looks so good.

“Babe? You okay?” He asks as he caught me staring at him. I didn’t know what to say so I just kissed him. He kisses back soft and gentle. I loved soft and caring Grayson, but right now I wanted hard and aggressive Grayson. I want him to pin me down and kiss all over my neck. I wanted him to place gentle kisses from my neck down my stomach to my waist. I want him to kiss me in between my hips and then show me I’m his. I move over and straddle his lap. He pulls away from kissing. “Babe what are you doing?”

“I want you Gray. We haven’t done anything since we found out I was pregnant. My hormones are going crazy.” As I was talking I slowly started to grind myself against Grayson as I felt him getting harder. I lean in and gently kiss his neck.

“Y-Y-N d-don’t do that. What ab-about the b-baby?” Grayson asks as I feel him grinding back. I place my hand on the headboard as I grind harder into him earning a grunt from him.

“Sex won’t hurt the baby Gray. Sex actually rocks the baby to sleep. It’s quite relaxing for the baby.” I lean into his ear while arching my back “and the mommy too.” I whispered as my warm breath sent shivers down his spine. I felt his hands move from his sides to graze up my body and down just lightly resting on my butt. Our lips gently brush against each other before he pulls away again. I sighed in annoyance at him.

“What about your parents?” He asks. “The last thing I want them to hear is you screaming my name.” Grayson says cocking a side grin at me. His hands then slide up his hoodie over my bare breasts and he gently pinches my nipples and I throw my head back in pleasure as he pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts.

“I’m 2-25 years old. They know w-we have needs.” I stuttered along with a moan. I grinded against his hardening dick and I moan again feeling the friction between the cloths of our underwear rubbing together. Grayson then peels the hoodie off the top half of my body leaving me in my underwear. I arched my back as Grayson’s hands pushed my back pushing my breasts towards him. He gently sucks and tugs on one nipple with his teeth ever so gently earning a moan from me. I rubbed myself harder against him as he buried his face between my breasts squeezing them and sucking on my nipples. I slid my hand down my underwear and started to finger myself at the thought of Grayson making me feel so good. I felt a strong grasp around my wrist and I look to Grayson who has one of my nipples in his mouth.

“Baby I want to make you feel good. You’re the one having our baby. Allow me.” With that he loops his finger through my underwear and he pulls them down in one swift motion. I arch my back more stretching my chest towards him and using his legs for support as I gripped them. I then feel Grayson slowly insert a finger inside me which made me suck in a sharp breath. His free hand was holding me steady on his lap while he fingered me and sucked on my chest which I knew would leave purplish bruises in the morning. “Damn baby girl you weren’t kidding. You’re so wet just for me.” Grayson says as he puts a second finger inside of me and curls upwards making me buck my hips. “Patience baby girl. Let daddy please you.” That was the first time Gray ever used daddy sexual in the bedroom and to be honest, kinda turned me on even more. Grayson spreads his legs and I fall in between his legs. He lies me down on my back and I knew he was getting so hard to the point that it hurt. He pulls his boxers down with one hand while he still fingers me.

“Grayson when did y-you get into daddy?” I asked as I rocked my hips to the movement of his fingers. I bit my lip as Grayson places himself above me. He then places his lips on mine kissing me roughly and his fingers deepen inside me. I pull away to moan and his face goes straight to the crook of my neck. “Fuck Grayson.” I moaned and he stops fingering me and looks me in the eyes. His typical hazel eyes were now clouded dark with lust.

“Call me daddy babygirl.” Grayson says as he starts to finger me again.

“Well damn daddy. What else do you have up your sleeve?” I asked and Grayson cocked his head. He then started to kiss from my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over my belly to right above my crotch. He looks up and smirks before placing his lips on my clit and sucking hard. “Fuck!” I screamed as I gripped the bedsheets harder. “Grayson stop. I’m gonna cum.” I said and he pulled away.

“Damn really?” He asked feeling satisfied. I nodded and I slowly sat up, but he pushed me back down. “Lie down baby. Now it’s time for your treat.” Grayson then slowly inserts himself inside of me causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. He slides in and out a few times and then he starts to speed up. He kissed my jaw and sucked on my collarbone which I knew again would show in the morning.

“Mmmm daddy.” I moaned as I dug my nails into his back as he slammed harder into me hitting my g-spot. “Fuck Grayson!” I screamed and Grayson’s lips latched to mine harshly which I knew he was trying to quiet me down. His hand went and kneaded my breast which drove me crazy. I arched my back and I felt Grayson twitch inside of me. “Cum for me daddy.” I moaned against his chest as he thrusted into me a few more times before he shot his cum inside of me. I shortly came afterwards. Grayson and I both lied there panting and we just laughed together and cuddled.

“Yeah your dad will be very confused when he wonders why you were screaming daddy at midnight.” Grayson says kissing my temple.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” I asked causing us to laugh and cuddle closer together.

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It was Christmas morning. Everyone hd already opened their gifts and we were all getting ready for Christmas dinner. My dad apparently had a talk with Grayson the next morning and since then Grayson won’t touch me. Which I understand, my dad can be a scary man. “We have some news for everyone!” I said clinking the glass. The whole family was here for Christmas so Gray and I decided now was the time to tell everyone we were having a baby. We have both known for a few months I was pregnant, but since Y/D/N wanted a sibling we decided it would be a good Christmas gift. Everyone quiets down as we all sit around the kitchen. Nana was holding Y/D/N. “As you guys are probably aware Grayson and I have an adorable 4 year old baby girl named Y/D/N.” We gestured towards nana and her and she covers her face while the family laughs. We wait for everyone to quiet down in the kitchen. I look to Grayson who was smiling at me. “We’re pregnant!” I announced and the room is silent but soon filled with cheers.

“What?” Y/D/N asks confused.

“Mommy and daddy are having another baby sweetpea. You’re going to be a big sister!” Nana says and she looks even more confused.

“Where do you get a baby?” She asks and Grayson’s eyes go wide.

“Yes nana I would love some Christmas ham.” He says attempting to change the subject causing everyone to laugh at him.


XX Thanks for the request :)

My Nirvana

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh
Pairing: Dylan O'brien x Reader
Words: 2299


A/N: This is sad. I am sad. Everything is sad.
Keep in mind that English isn’t my first language! Thanks a lot to my lifesaver @cynicallystiles💙 for proofreading, editing and for not letting me delete this, even though I thought it was shitty ✨ your support means a lot!

Please let me know what you think 💖


Originally posted by haidaspicciare


Who would have thought that ‘forever’ sometimes means ‘until someone better comes along’.

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Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 7. [BTS x Reader fic]

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE


Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

     But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

Originally posted by booptae

Originally posted by sugutie

           You shoved Jimin off the seat and grabbed your dress underneath him, covering yourself hurriedly.

           "WHAT THE FUCK PARK JIMIN?!“ You screamed.

           He jolted awake from being thrown onto the floor of his car.

           "What the fuck Y/N? I was slee–” Then he spotted you, trying to hide your bare body while staring at him in utter horror.

           Then it hit him.

           "Oh shit.“ he breathed as he realized his mask had been removed. "Ummm…”

           "For fuck’s sake cover your dick up!“ You chucked him his boxers and massaged your temples. "Oh my god. What is happening?”

           You were dizzy. Then something lit up in your mind and you burst out into laughter. Jimin stared at you worriedly as he pulled his boxers on.

           "Y/N…“

           "This is a joke, right?” You pointed, amused. “You’re pulling my leg. Good one, Chims.”

           Jimin scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out the best way to explain things. But you caught the way he was shying away from answering and you realized there had been no way he could’ve snuck into ANOTHER person’s car while you were lying on his chest all night.

           This was in no way a prank.

           "OH MY GOD.“

           The true realization hit you and you hurriedly started smacking Jimin.

           "WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHAT THE HELL!”

           Jimin winced from the sting of your hands.

           "Y/N, calm down!“

           He grabbed your wrists to stop you and you both stared at each other. You were trying to catch your breath from your rampage, and he was observing the way the sun reflected off of your features and his breathing stopped for a few seconds. Neither of you moved or broke the eye contact for a few seconds, both lost in your own thoughts and seeing each other in a new light.

           Jimin let go of your wrists first and turned around.

           "Get dressed.” He softly stated.

           Blushing, you hurried to throw on your dress and cursed yourself for not bringing underwear now.

           "Is this…the first time or have you been …the whole time?“ You mumbled, looking down at your hands. You wanted to hear that he had been neither, but that was only wishful thinking at this point.

           "Okay, Y/N. Listen to me.” He breathed and reached out for you, but you shrunk into the seat, away from him.

           "ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION JIMIN.“ You snapped.

           "It’s been me the whole time but you have to let me explain.” he gushed out and you shut your eyes, overwhelmed. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to cry, laugh, or punch him in the face. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

           He touched your knee gently, and it triggered your anger immediately, truly letting the lies from the beginning sink into your mind. You swatted his hand away and yelled.

           "No! The last time I listened to you, you told me to FUCK you. Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this happened. I can’t believe I let you TRICK me.“

           Jimin grabbed your hands. "Y/N. There’s a good reason. Hear me out.”

           "I don’t give a damn about your reason, Jimin. I trusted you this whole time and this is what you do? You treat me like every other one of your easy conquests?“

           "Y/N please.” Jimin frowned and squeezed your hands desperately. “You weren’t like that for me…”

           You pried your hands out of his, enraged. This was beyond unforgiveable. You felt foolish and toyed with, and to think it had been your own best friend who did this. It was unbelievably painful. He knew everything. You told him everything. And he had been playing you the entire time.

           "No, Jimin. Don’t talk to me. I can’t believe you! Just…just stay the fuck out of my life.“ You threw your coat on and stormed out of the car.

           "Damn it.” Jimin cursed as he slammed his fist against his car door angrily.  


           "Hoseok.“ Silver stormed into Hoseok’s house work room, her arms crossed.

           "Yes, my love.” Hoseok spun in his chair and smiled sweetly.

           "When were you going to tell me that Jimin was fucking Maroon mask?“ Silver snapped as she held up her phone, and Hoseok froze in his seat, proving his guilt.

           Silver scoffed. "So you did know the whole time. I can’t believe you! You condoned this and HID it from me??”

           "Silver – it’s not like…“ Hoseok stood up.

           "No, Hoseok.” Silver shook his head. “I’m infuriated at you. You sided with Jimin and you both hurt your best friend, who has been nothing but understanding to both of your fuckery. I’m spending the rest of this holiday in my own apartment.”

           "No, Silver, don’t be like this.“ Hoseok whined and followed her as she fumingly threw her clothes back into her bag. "Honey.”

           "Don’t ‘honey’ me. You kept something BIG like this from me. Every time I told you about the stories Y/N told me, you sat there pretending you didn’t know it was Jimin this whole time.“ Silver looked at him, exasperated. "If I feel this betrayed and I wasn’t even directly involved, can’t you imagine how Y/N is feeling?”

           Hoseok breathed. “I’m sorry. Truly. But Jimin told me it was only that once–”

           "No Hoseok.“ Silver frowned. "Y/N just told me they fucked two more times, including yesterday, and that’s when she found out it was Jimin. You need to figure out what to do about this.”

           "I really didn’t know about the other times. I swear.“ Hoseok breathed. "But I’ll try to work things out with Jimin. Do you really have to go?”

           "I’m mad at you Jung Hoseok, yes. And I also need to comfort my friend right now.“ Silver kissed him shortly. "I get why you did it but I don’t like how you hid it from me.”

           "I’m sorry.“ Hoseok caressed her cheek.

           "You’re in the dog house indefinitely.” Silver squinted and pointed at her boyfriend. “And because you clearly like Jimin better than me, I’m not telling you anything about Y/N as of this moment.”

           Hoseok sighed, accepting her anger. “Will you at least tell me about yourself then? I wanna know you’re safe and eating well.”

           Silver smiled, “Of course. You’d miss me too much if I didn’t.”

           Hoseok chuckled and spread out his arms. Silver embraced him and he kissed the top of her head.

           "I’m so sorry. I love you sooo much.“ he squeezed her tightly.

           "I love you too.” She muffled into his chest then pulled away, tapping his chest. “But now I need to go. Remember, I’m still mad at you though, so reflect on your sins.”

           Hoseok clutched his chest dramatically and nodded. “I will.”

           Then he grinned and waved, “Go, and be there for her.”

           After Silver left, Hoseok picked up his phone and proceeded to call Jimin.


           A few minutes later, Jimin was at his doorstep, disheveled and weary.

           "Hey.“ he sluggishly greeted.

           "Damn bro…what happened?” Hoseok frowned, not used to seeing his well-kept friend in such a state.

           "Well, I seriously fucked up.“ Jimin covered his face with his hands. "I’m pretty sure you’ve heard or you wouldn’t have called me.”

           "Yeah…“ Hoseok pulled a chair beside his friend. "I’m in the dog house 'cause I kept it from my girlfriend.”

           "Sorry dude.“

           "Jimin…” Hoseok breathed. “Why exactly did you continue?”

           Jimin lifted his head from his hands and glanced up at his best friend.

           "Would I be a dick if I said I’m not really sure?“

           Hoseok exhaled. "Yes, you would be. But you’ve never really thought about your actions before doing them…but Jimin, this is Y/N. Not just some random person that you could disappear from.”

           "I know.“ Jimin combed his hands through his hair. "I need to make this right.”

           Hoseok nodded and patted his friend’s back, knowing that he didn’t need to press any further for now.

           "Want some of my food for old time’s sake?“ he grinned.

           Jimin chuckled and nodded gratefully.


           Someone rang your bell in a happy tune and you wondered if it was Silver, since she had said she was going to come over and comfort you. You propped a towel over your hair, having just finished showering and opened the door, ready to welcome your dear friend. But you gasped when unexpectedly in front of you was none other than Kim Taehyung.

           "Surprise! I came home earlier!” he cheered. “Happy New Year!!”

           Your heart soared then deflated. You were happy Tae was back, but you also knew that you had to come clean with what had happened.

           "Aren’t I getting a hug?“ he grinned and you laughed as he pulled you into an embrace. "Oh man. I missed you so much ~ I never knew it sucked so much to have bad reception and wi-fi.”

           You closed your eyes and melted into his chest, taking in his familiar, comfortable scent. Tae smiled.

           "I got you all presents from Daegu!“ he giggled as he waltzed to your kitchen giddily. "I got one for you, Hoseok, Silver, and Jimin!”

           Your heart dropped at the mention of Jimin’s name but you tried to fake a smile. Tae was unpacking his little bag as he decorated your kitchen table with little snow globes he had gotten, recounting stories about how he found and bought them. But you weren’t listening, you were just watching him talk and laugh, happy that he was in front of you and that he had come back when you needed him the most.

           You walked over and wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your face onto his back, hiding your frown. You were disappointed in yourself and you knew that you had to change; you wanted to change for Tae. You knew you could trust him wholeheartedly and right now, you weren’t sure who to believe anymore. But you believed in him.

           "Hey.“ he covered your hands with his. "What happened?”

           He tried to turn around but your hands gripped him tightly, preventing him from seeing you. You started crying at his question, letting out your frustrations.

           Over Jimin. Over yourself. Over the mess of your life.

           Why had you been so easily deceived? Why hadn’t you changed over the years? Even when you vowed never to trust so easily, you were hurt again. Why had you spent all those years never getting too attached, only to still end up being toyed with?

           You were ashamed and infuriated. You were vulnerable.

           And on top of that, you felt like you didn’t deserve the man in front of you at all.

           He was a refreshing ball of sunshine, an angel, while you were tainted and torn. Tae frowned as he heard you sniffling.

           "I missed you.“ You cried as he swiped his thumb gently over the back of your hand.

           "Did you see Maroon?” he asked, without a hint of anger or suspicion.

           You nodded.

           "Did he hurt you?“

           Your heart clenched at his genuine concern.

           "No…but…” You wept and you finally admitted. “Maroon was Jimin all along.”

           You felt him tense, and you dreaded his reaction.

           "When did you know?“ he whispered.

           "I just found out and Tae, it hurts. I’m so stupid.”

           Tae turned around and knelt down so he could look up and see your face clearly. Reaching out, he wiped your tears as they kept streaming down.

           "You’re not stupid.“

           "No I am. This always happens to me. People think I’m easy and then I get hurt.” You sobbed. “I just didn’t think Jimin…out of all people… I’m so sorry…”

           "Shhhh…“ Tae cooed softly. "I don’t think you’re stupid. I think Jimin is the stupid one.”

           "What?“ You looked at Tae through your tears.

           Tae smiled. "Jimin’s stupid. If I had been your friend for as long as he has, I would’ve snatched you up and never let you go.”

           You chuckled, “Jimin doesn’t do relationships.”

           "That’s why he’s stupid.“ Tae grinned. "You’re worth keeping. And the fact that he had to hide behind a mask to get with you is just sad.”

           "You’re not mad at me…?“ You sniffled.

           "I told you to try us both out didn’t I? Why would I be mad that you listened to me?” Tae giggled.

           "Seriously. What planet did you come from?“ You smiled gratefully, tears still in your eyes.

           Tae laughed. "You know people ask me that a lot.”

           You chuckled.

           "Y/N.“ Tae grabbed your hands as he stayed on his knees. "You know what I realized when I went away?”

           "What?“ You blinked.

           "I was also afraid to start something serious.” he smiled. “Because it’s such a risk. Will we stay together? Will we break up? No one has the answer. And I may be a happy-go-lucky guy, but I’m careful with my heart.”

           You nodded for him to continue.

           "But I realized that I want to take that risk…with you.“

           Your heart was ramming into your chest.

           "What?”

           Tae chuckled, “I know this is sudden, and I know that you’ve never been in a serious committed relationship before. So I’m not expecting an answer yet…I want you to really give it some good thought.”

            You inhaled sharply at his next statement.

           "Y/N, I’m going to be selfish from now on. I want you all to myself…so will you be my girlfriend?“

           Your mouth opened but you couldn’t answer. Taehyung grinned and stood up, planting a kiss on your forehead.

           "I told you to give it some thought first, silly. I don’t want to rush you and I’m not going anywhere.”

           He grabbed the largest snow globe on the table, and placed it into your hands.

           "I know you don’t like sleeping in the dark so it lights up.“ he giggled as he pressed a button on it. "Annnd –”

           He turned a knob and the inside of the globe began rotating as a lullaby played. “Ta-dah! It’s a musical snow globe night light!”

           You smiled, wondering how on Earth you had gotten so lucky that your path had crossed with Kim Taehyung’s.

           "I love it, Tae.“ You stated genuinely.

           He beamed, ecstatic that his present was a success. Suddenly, your doorbell rang and you remembered.

           "Oh Silver and I were going to have a girl’s day today… I’m so sorry!” You gushed, embarrassed. “You can stay if you want…”

           Tae chuckled and shook his head. “No worries. I came without a proper notice anyway.”

           "I’m sorry.“

           "Not at all.” Tae picked up his other snow globes. “I’m going to deliver this to the guys. I also brought my pets back so I have to drop them off my apartment first so I can’t stay long here.”

           He sweetly kissed you, and you both went to the door. Silver wore an astonished expression at finding Taehyung beside you.

           "Here! I got you a present!“ Tae greeted and handed her a carefully wrapped, smaller snow globe.

           "Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know –” Silver started.

           "No, no. I came to surprise her and my mission was accomplished. I was just about to head out.“ Taehyung laughed. "Is Hoseok home?”

           "Yeah…he should be…“ Silver eyed you, trying to get a feel of what was happening.

           "Okay perfect. I’ll shoot him a text.”

           "You can totally just head over without letting him know.“ Silver’s lips curled up mischievously and you furrowed your brow.

           "Really? You sure?”

           "Yeah, totally.“ Silver waved her hand. "He loves surprises.”

           You stared at Silver, amused, knowing full-well that Hoseok actually didn’t like surprises, especially unexpected visitors. But you kept quiet.

           "Perfect, then I’ll head over after stopping by my place.“ Tae kissed your cheek. "I’ll call you later.”

           "Thanks for the present!“ Silver called out and Tae waved in return.

           Silver smirked as she stepped foot inside your house, well aware that she had sent Tae to where Jimin was.


           "Hey, get the door Jimin.” Hoseok called out as he was expertly shaking up the pan. “I’m expecting some packages and those might be it.”

           "Mhm.“ Jimin popped popcorn into his mouth and made his way to the door.

           He almost shut the door hurriedly out of instinct when he found Tae grinning brightly at Hoseok’s doorstep.

           "Oh Jimin!” Tae greeted. “Perfect! You’re here too! Happy New Year!”

           Jimin squinted at him skeptically while Tae blinked at him innocently, wondering his guilt was causing him to hallucinate now.

           "Can…I come in?“ Tae smiled, amused at his hesitancy.

           "Oh right.” Jimin flinched, finally convinced he was the real deal, and stepped back. “Please.”

           Tae giggled as he shook off his shoes nonchalantly. “Thanks. I came by cause I had presents for you and Hoseok!”

           "Who was it Jimin?“ Hoseok bellowed.

           "It’s meee!” Tae popped out from the hallway and Hoseok screamed, spazzing out in shock.

           "Holy crap, Tae!“

           Tae giggled. "I meant to surprise you, but I guess scaring you is funny too.”

           Hoseok glanced over worriedly at Jimin then to Tae, as if they were going to start brawling at any second, but Tae seemed relaxed and Jimin gestured for Hoseok to calm down, amused.

           "What’re you doing here?“ Hoseok breathed, sweating unconsciously.

           "I was at Y/N’s– ”

           Jimin tensed up.

           "And well, they’re having a girl’s day so I figured I’d come have a guy’s day with you! I’m glad Jimin’s here too, so it’ll be like a true bros night!“ Tae cheered then clapped. "Oh and I bought you guys presents from Daegu! I wanted to deliver them.”

           He pulled out his bag and took out some customized shot glasses.

           "I asked Y/N what you guys liked, so yeah.“

           Jimin smiled as he studied the glass fondly, swiping his thumbing across the red mask that was embellished at the center. It had music notes, a dancing figure as well as his signature work glasses. He chuckled then spotted Taehyung staring at him intently, as if waiting to hear from him.

           "Thanks, Tae. It suits me.”

           Tae grinned, “No problem! Y/N said you two drink often in your own houses so I figured they’d be put to good use.”

           "Yeah, no. This is perfect. Thanks a bunch, Tae.“ Hoseok laughed. "I made some food. Have you eaten?”

           "Nah, I went straight to Y/N’s house. I couldn’t wait to see her, you know?“

           "How was she?” Jimin blurted, before realizing what was coming out of his mouth.

           Tae glanced at him knowingly. “She’s good.”

           Jimin flinched at the sharpness of his words and then he realized that it was possible that Tae knew.

           But why then, was he here? Did he come to confront him? Did he actually know? Or was he just being paranoid?

           Then Tae turned and grinned at Hoseok happily, “I’d love some food.”

           "Coming right up!“

           While Hoseok was busy preparing their plates, Jimin and Tae were left awkwardly in silence in front of each other at the kitchen table. Jimin avoided eye contact and looked everywhere but at Tae, afraid of getting exposed– if he wasn’t already. Tae, on the other hand, hummed happily as he scrolled through his phone.

           "Umm…want a drink?” Jimin offered, breaking the insanely tense silence.

           "Sure.“ Tae smiled.

           "Alcohol?” Jimin questioned.

           Tae laughed, “Please. I’ve been dying for a drink.”

           Jimin’s lips curled up. “You and me both, dude.”

           "Oh right.“ Tae giggled as he pulled out a deck of cards. "How about we make things interesting?”

           Jimin’s eyes glistened with a hint of mischief. “You’re on, Kim Taehyung.”


           Your phone buzzed while you and Silver were laughing and sipping your wine glasses, lounging on your couch. Curiously, you opened up Tae’s message and burst out laughing as you found yourself staring at a triumphant selfie of himself with a plastered Hoseok and Jimin in the background.

           Tae: They didn’t expect me to be skilled at cards… and I didn’t expect them to be such light weights ;) hehehe

           Then another picture arrived– this time Taehyung had drawn on their unconscious faces with Sharpies.

           Tae: The real fools heehee ~

           You grinned widely, your body feeling completely lighter from earlier. Silver nudged you with her foot playfully.

           "I know that face. That’s Tae isn’t it?“

           You nodded and showed her the pictures. "I think he hussled your boyfriend then drew on his face.”

           "That’s okay. They both deserved it and more, if you ask me.“ Silver shrugged. "Tell Tae that I left some clothes there. Put it on them. I want some blackmail pictures to quell my anger.”

           You two cracked up and high fived each other.

           Taehyung always knew exactly what to do and say to make you feel better. You stared at the pictures, focusing on Jimin’s peaceful face as your heart sank at the dilemma you were now faced with.

           What was going to happen between you two now though? And what was your response to Tae’s question?


           "Hey.“ Jimin greeted you cautiously.

           You were both back to work so as always, he came to buy coffee from the cafe you worked at.

           "How can I help you?” You stated like you would to any customer, trying to remain as unemotional as possible, despite your heart hammering inside your chest.

           It was the first time either of you were seeing each other after…well after sleeping together.

           "The usual please. And make whatever you want for yourself.“ Jimin smiled gently and handed you his card.

           "So three coffees.” You repeated curtly, not taking his bait.

           He exhaled as you returned his card. “Y/N, can we talk?”

           "No.“ You gestured for your trainee to take over the register and you disappeared to the back to make some orders, wanting to avoid being pulled into a conversation with Jimin within earshot of other customers.

           "Y/N, come on.” he exhaled.

           "I distinctly told you to stay out of my life, Jimin. You’re not doing it.“ You hissed.

           "You know I never listen to you and come on, we’ve been in each other’s lives for so long. Don’t say that.”

           "Oh, well maybe you should’ve thought about our many years of friendship before you decided to bone me.“ You jabbed through gritted teeth.

           "Mr. Park!” a familiar voice greeted and Jimin exhaled, exasperated.

           This wasn’t the time for pleasantries and interruptions. You rolled your eyes and went about your business as he turned and smiled at his co-worker.

           "Good morning!“

           "I got here a bit earlier than you.” the woman giggled. “I was sitting over there.”

           "Ahh…“ Jimin nodded, not knowing how he should even respond to that. His eyes peripherally were watching to make sure you didn’t escape through the back door.

           "Here’s your coffee Miss.” You smiled, feigning kindness. “And please kindly tell your office that Mr. Park is officially single and available from now on.”

           Her eyes widened and Jimin groaned.

           "Y/N, don’t do this. We need to talk.“

           "Oh I’m sorry…I seem to be interrupting.” the woman was flustered.

           "No. The discussion is over.“ You stated firmly.

           "No, it’s not. Do you mind forgetting about what she said?” Jimin tenderly touched the woman’s arm and she practically melted at the slight touch.

           "Yes, of course. I’ll be on my way.“ she bowed and scurried out of the shop.

           You exhaled and angrily wrote on his coffee cup in giant, bold letters: "GO FUCK YOURSELF”.

           "Your coffees, Mr. Park.“ You glared at him as you shoved his order at him.

           "There’s a spill over here!” a customer called out.

           "I’m on it!“ You called to your co-workers and they returned to their tasks. Wanting to avoid Jimin, you grabbed a mop and bucket and hurried to your customers. But of course, he followed you regardless.

           "Y/N. Please, hear me out.” he begged. “There’s a really funny story behind all this.”

           You quickly cleaned the mess and brought the supplies back into the closet, where you finally let yourself answer him.

           "Yes, cause it’s HILARIOUS that you stuck your dick into my vagina multiple times. I’m sure I’ll be DYING of laughter.“ You snapped and began walking away.

           "I don’t know why you’re so upset, Y/N. I didn’t FORCE you to do anything. You mistook ME in the first place.”

           You spun around hastily, and he stumbled back in surprise. “Are you serious Jimin? How hard was it to take off your mask and say to me at the first ball 'It’s me! Surprise! What the hell happened to meeting V? Here’s a drink.’”

           "You were very forward and I was weak for your charms, I confess.“ Jimin admitted lightly.

           You were getting more heated with every passing minute. There was no hint of remorse in his voice. What exactly did he come here for?

           "You’re not here to apologize. You’re here to justify yourself and I don’t want to hear any of it.”

           "But I don’t understand why you’re so worked up about this, Y/N. It’s not like you wanted to DATE Maroon mask. It’s not like I dragged you to the Ball to have sex with me! Why’re you so mad about the whole thing?“

           You exhaled and stared at him, exhausted. "Please leave Jimin. We’re just going to go in circles and I don’t have time for your fuck boy bullshit right now.”

           "Y/N.“ he frowned.

           You gave a nod to some of your bigger male co-workers who were giving you a questioning look and they came to escort Jimin out of the cafe. Jimin spotted a big smirk on your trainee’s face as he was kicked out. The trainee took a piece of something out of your hair and made you laugh.

           He balled his hands up, annoyed.

           That asshole.  


           And although you made it clear you wanted him to leave you alone, Jimin attempted to talk to you during work at the Club and then swung by Burlesque for the next few days. But you continued pretending he was invisible.

           It was childish, you know. But you just didn’t have time to sort through your own emotions. You knew you were angry and you knew you just wanted him to stop bothering you for a bit. Everything was still fresh.

            You didn’t want to see him because it reminded you of the dreams, the kissing, the roaming hands, the sex. And you wanted to erase those memories. You wanted him to remain a masked stranger. It was better that way.

           Everyday, Tae watched curiously as Jimin followed you into Burlesque, only to be blocked from heading backstage. You would walk in with your head held high and you would greet everyone as if you didn’t have a man tailing you closely. Tae would smile amiably at Jimin and sometimes, Jimin would wave and walk out the door, disheartened. Other times, he would sit at a table and watch your show. Tae would observe silently and tend to him without a word about the obvious fighting happening between you two.

           Jimin wondered why Tae hadn’t confronted him. He was certain you had been honest him, but the guy never once got mad at him or even mentioned it. Tae treated him exactly the same, as if he didn’t know Jimin had slept with you or as if he didn’t realize you two weren’t on speaking terms at the moment. Jimin knew Tae wasn’t stupid, but if the roles were reversed, he was sure he would’ve thrown a punch or two out there.

           But then again, he was grateful that there was no violence for his own sake. He just wished he knew what was going on inside both of yours and Tae’s heads. You and him had gotten into arguments and fights before. Jimin had gotten your cold shoulder plenty of times, but this was the longest you had gone without talking to him. And it was the first time he didn’t quite understand why you were upset.

           Tae, on the other hand, simply just didn’t want to interfere. It was between you and Jimin, and although he knew what was happening, it wasn’t his place to insert himself. After all, you hadn’t answered his question yet, so at the moment you weren’t anybody’s, you weren’t his to protect.


           Finally, Jimin put his foot down and cornered you before you could lock up the Club completely.

           "Okay. Stop avoiding me and let’s talk it all out. Yell at me. Beat me. I don’t care.” he blocked the door, preventing you from escaping. “Just do something instead of ignoring me.”

           "Jimin.“ You exhaled. You wanted to avoid this confrontation…because well, frankly, you weren’t sure what to do with it.

           You wanted to sweep it under the rug and let some time pass, but Jimin was incessant and perseverant. You knew it meant nothing to either of you, but it still was awkward and you felt that you had had no choice regarding the whole situation. You were trying to cope with the reality that he had seen more of you than you ever wanted him to and vice versa.

           But would pretending it never happened make things go back to how they were between the two of you? How was this going to be fixed?

           You had no solution. You were still muddled and overwhelmed by it all. You hadn’t had much time to sift through your delicate thoughts.

           He breathed, "Don’t tell me that wasn’t fucking great. Everything that we did.”

           "Jimin, I don’t know why that matters.“ You crossed your arms.

           "Just forgive me, okay?” he pleaded.

           You exhaled. You knew Jimin really wasn’t going understand why you were so angry unless you told him upfront.

           "I’m not mad that we had sex Jimin.“

           "You’re not?” he raised an eyebrow.

           "I’m mad that you LIED to me.“ You groaned. "How can you be so dense? I wanted you to at least figure THAT out on your own, but I still had to tell you that.”

           "Well I’m sorry. Among all talents, being a mind reader is not one of them.“ Jimin snapped and stepped forward. "And in MY defense, you came to ME during New Year’s. I said nothing about finding Maroon mask. I stopped lying and I respected your decision when you said you wanted to work things out with Tae.”

           "But why did you even start this whole thing, Jimin? WHY were you even at the ball that first time? WHY did you approach me?“ You pointed out in a matter-of-fact tone. It may have come out confident, but these were the questions gnawing at you. You toyed with the possibilities, but every answer you imagined him saying either didn’t seem right or scared you.

           "Well it’s not like you’d say 'hell yeah!’ if I said 'Hey by the way, you make me feel kind of funny and I need to get over it by sleeping with you once!’” he argued.

           You stared at him hesitantly, contemplating on the scenario. He had stumped you. It would be dishonest to say you didn’t understand and empathize with what he felt, but what was your answer? If the roles were reversed, would you have done the same thing? If you knew he was under the mask, would things have panned out similarly?

           He daringly stepped even closer when you remained silent. For some reason, your hesitancy filled him with curiosity and hope.

           "…Would you have?“ he questioned, his heart racing.

           You glanced up at him worriedly while he looked at you expectantly. Would you have? You waved your hands, trying to swat away the question and all of your thoughts. "Ah, I don’t know Jimin.”

           "No, tell me honestly.“ he grabbed your hands and you were captured in his grip. "If I had said that to you up front, would you have slept with me?”

           You shook your head, trying not to act flustered. “P-probably not Jimin… I don’t know.”

           "If I said I wanted to sleep with you again, without the masks. Would you want to?“

           You tried to calm down your racing heart. What was he saying?!

           "N-no…Jimin. I’m happy with whatever I have with Tae.”

           "Is that why you still sought out Maroon mask?“ he jabbed firmly and leaned down, as if sensing the uncertainty in your quivering eyes. "Are you REALLY happy?”

           After a few seconds of staring at each other, you huffed and pulled your arms out of his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

           "You… are a certified asshole.“ You defiantly stated and threw the keys at him. "You close up.”

           Hurriedly, you waltzed out of the Club, flustered, your heart hammering incessantly inside your chest.


           Secretly, you knew you weren’t mad at him as much as you were infuriated at yourself. How could you not recognize him in the first place? No matter the disguise.

           As the Stephen King quote goes, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, shame on both of us.”

           And you knew Jimin had a point. You had come looking for him on New Year’s. You wanted to put all the blame on him, but it was because deep down you knew you were as guilty.

           What were you going to do?

           The next day, you found yourself being more conscious about your appearance before entering the Club. Since you chucked your keys at Jimin, you knew he had to come early to open up. He was carrying boxes into the closet when you walked in. Immediately, the air thickened as you caught sight of each other.

           His sleeves were rolled up to expose his tensed forearms and he wore all black, knowing it was your weakness. But you too knew that your outfit was one of his favorites on you.

           This was no longer the cold shoulder, it was the Cold war.

           You were both testing each other, trying to prove and disprove his point, trying to see if there were remnant flames between you two without the deception of the masks.

           From that day on, he never came by your desk. He didn’t speak to you or follow you to your other job. He still grabbed coffee, but he didn’t chat, instead choosing to be preoccupied with his phone while you tended to the next customers at the register. You two would steal glances at each other from afar. Your outfits and actions became a bit bolder, trying to see if he would react or tease you again, but he didn’t. He also was a bit more openly frisky with customers when he came to pick them up or walk them out, knowing your desk was right in front of the door. He tried to see if you would roll your eyes or make a snarky comment, but you didn’t give him that satisfaction.

           So your stalemate continued.

           Taehyung came by often to visit and that was when you forgot about your little spat with Jimin for a bit. Tae would sit on your lap and recount the animals he had taken care of during the first half of the day or any funny stories he had seen or heard from the internet or other people. When he didn’t work at the animal hospital in the mornings, he always stopped by your cafe to take you out to lunch. You felt a bit bad that you hadn’t given him an answer yet, but you were seriously giving it thought. You didn’t want to rush into it, because you knew he deserved your wholehearted, genuine answer.

           But every time you were sure you wanted to say yes, the thought of your past “relationships” terrified you. Every time you were about to say yes, rejection of your true self haunted you. Taehyung was so sweet and so loving, seemingly so flawless, and that was a bit frightening to you, who had so many flaws. Would he continue to see you in a good light?

           On top of that, whatever was happening between you and Jimin remained unresolved. You were determined to clear all loose ends of your past before accepting a future with Taehyung.


           After a few more days of flaunting and taunting, the tension between you and Jimin was truly becoming palpable. The question Jimin had asked you still lingered in your thoughts, and Tae’s was also up in the air, unanswered.

           You knew what the right answer was to Jimin’s question, but why couldn’t you say it? Was the right answer your honest answer? And what about Tae? Were you ready for that next step with him? Did you want that?


           Finally, after days of pondering and agonizing over the two boys’ questions, you finally came to a decision. You grabbed your bag and hopped into your car, your heart beating wildly. This was your solution. This was the answer.

           And so, you found yourself knocking on Jimin’s door frantically.

           He opened the door and his eyes widened, not expecting you to appear in front of him, after your evident attempts to create distance.

           "Y/N?“  He scanned you to make sure you were okay.

           "The answer would be yes.” You stated, out of breath, because you practically booked it to his floor, praying he wasn’t currently preoccupied with someone else.

           "What?“

           "You had asked me… whether I wanted to sleep with you again, without the masks.”  You stepped forward boldly and you saw him inhale sharply. “My answer is yes.”

           Jimin stared at you in disbelief. Was he hearing properly?

           "We need to both get this out of our systems and move on, okay?“ You stared at him intently; he was still wearing a dazed expression, but you waited with bated breath for his answer. You prayed that the question was still open and the offer still on the table.

           Jimin nodded, still surprised at what was coming out of your mouth.

           "Just one night.” You stated firmly.

           "Okay.“ Jimin agreed softly.

           "Okay.” You repeated breathlessly.

           You were excited and nervous. Your palms were sweating the entire drive to his place and continued to do so. This was actually happening.

           You and Jimin.

           You reached out slowly, carefully to touch his face. There was no mask to hide behind anymore, for both of you. You were both well aware that this was crossing the line of friendship, the point of no return. There would be no excuses that you hadn’t known that it was Jimin this time. No excuses that it was the influence of alcohol since neither of you had had any.

           He shut his eyes at your touch, truly taking in your soft fingers on his skin. You stepped forward first, passing the line into his house. You were now in his care. You studied his face, the face you had looked at for years. The face you had woken up to a few times. The face that you could usually read so easily.

           You stared into his eyes once they opened again, looking into yours; the eyes that usually were filled with playfulness and mischief was now swimming with worries and curiosity, with wonder, as if he couldn’t believe you were in front of him yet frightened that you would disappear too soon.

           "Are you sure you want this?“ he whispered as you touched his lips.

           You nodded with certainty, now that you were finally in his presence. You both might’ve been destined to come to this point since the beginning, but had been defying the odds for years. Now, your pent up questions had taken form in the worst way possible, in the worst scenario. But maybe it was for the best.

           If you were going spend your last hoorah as a single, unattached, and adventurously sexual woman with someone, you were certain that you wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else but Park Jimin.

           "Yes. I want this.” You smiled gently.

           He cupped your face and tilted your head up as he leaned down to press his lips on top of yours chastely, as if waiting for you to change your mind or stop him. You swallowed, the uncharacteristically sweet kiss, taking your breath away.

           You stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to make another move, pleading for him to take the burden off of you. It had taken a lot for you to show up at his doorstep and agree, but you needed to clear the air. Now you needed him to meet you halfway. And as if understanding your expression, he smiled.

           "Okay.“ He responded before capturing your lips completely.

           Your bodies merged into each other, hungrily and easily, as you stumbled completely inside his apartment. Jimin shut the door with his free hand while he held you close with the other. You both kissed messily; the lust, the desire was too overwhelming to be careful and skillful. You were both aware of that your time was limited with each other, and you wanted to make the most out of this moment before it became only a memory.

           Your jacket and sweater hurriedly came off and Jimin pressed you against his kitchen counter. You panted as his hands climbed under your shirt. All the while, he nipped at the most sensitive spot on your neck as he traced your stomach gently. Your hand teasingly traced behind his waistband, knowing he was a sucker for it.

           "You know I hate that.” he whispered onto your skin.

           "I know you don’t.“ You smirked and he nibbled your earlobe tauntingly. Your knees buckled. "Fuck.”

           He giggled and jeered. “I know you don’t hate that either.”  

           You bit your lip as his hands cupped your bra. You locked eyes and there was completely tense silence as he pulled down your straps from underneath your shirt. Then his hand glided to your back, not breaking the eye contact, and expertly unclipped your bra with ease. You gasped as the cold air and the fabric of your shirt hit your sensitive nipples. Jimin smirked as his hands traced your body, everywhere but where you really needed him to touch.

           Two could play at this game.

           You pulled his waistband slightly and your hand traveled down his sweatpants. You hissed realizing he wasn’t wearing anything underneath so his cock was freely erect and peeking out from the fabric of his sweats. Taking a finger, you slid it along his inner thigh up to his hip bone sensually and you felt him twitch at the welcomed feeling.

           He scoffed, “You remembered what I told you.”

           You leaned into his ear, “I remember everything.”

           He shivered. Then as if to respond, he tugged at ends of your shirt so that the fabric was rubbing against your nipples and you gasped. You sifted through all the stories you and Jimin shared, trying to recollect all the preferences and turn-ons he had divulged to you from his past conquests.

           Not wanting to lose, you pushed your hand deeper into his pants and gripped his ass. His grin widened as your body had moved closer to do so. You furrowed your brows at his amusement, but he kissed you unexpectedly.

           And the fact that you were making out with him fully hit you. You weren’t Gold Mask and he wasn’t Maroon or Red or Chims…you were just simply yourselves.

           It was weird, but it also wasn’t at the same time.

           You smiled into the kiss as you placed both hands on his ass. He chuckled.

           "I know you’ve wanted to touch those for awhile.“

           "Shut up.” You squeezed his butt and pulled him forward, capturing his lips again.

           His hands roamed up, finally cupping your breasts over the thin barrier of the shirt fabric. But he knew you enjoyed the extra sensation it brought. He thumbed your nipples in slow circles and you started rubbing your thighs together, trying to prevent the growing heat and wetness between them.

           Your hands traveled under Jimin’s shirt, gliding over his deliciously toned abdomen and you tugged at his shirt. Knowingly, he let go of your breasts and allowed you to pull it off of him in one go.

           "I’m impressed.“ he chuckled.

           "I’ve taken off a few shirts in my day.” You jeered smugly.

           He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. “So have I.”

           Without warning, he threw your shirt off of you and his lips latched onto your sensitive bud. You gasped and threw your head back as a wave of pleasure hit you. He sucked and flicked his tongue hastily. Your chest rising and falling heavily; you arched forward, wanting more of your breast in his mouth.

           "Couch. Now.“ you demanded.

           He hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his mouth still working at your boobs. You hooked your legs around him and pressed your chest into his face as he carefully found his way to his couch. You laughed as you warned him that he was about to hit a table or a vase a few times, but you two eventually reached it, unscathed. You pushed him down eagerly and straddled him.

           He smiled as he admired you on top of him, and you could feel a blush growing on your cheeks.

           "Don’t say anything.” You stated, embarrassed.

           "Hey, you’re hott. Don’t be ashamed.“ He laughed.

           You glared at him and he grabbed your arm to pull you down to him, making you forget your remark. You locked lips again, already falling into a languid rhythm, and you rolled your hips forward against him. He groaned into your mouth and you broke the kiss, climbing up so that your nipple was in front of his mouth. Understanding what you wanted, he flicked his tongue out and you moaned.

           "Don’t fucking tease me Jimin.” You growled.

           "I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Jimin swirled his tongue at an insanely slow pace.

           Impatiently, you shoved your chest down into his mouth and he eagerly sucked you as you panted. Hurriedly, you shifted so he could pleasure the other, your more sensitive one. He sat up and you embraced his head, needing him closer to your chest than he already was. Your hips were already rocking into him with need.

           Fumbling, he unbuttoned your jeans.

           "Seriously? You choose TODAY to not wear a skirt?” he hissed as he struggled to pull them off.

           You laughed as you stood up and pulled off your skinny jeans.

           "Up.“ You commanded.

           "What?”

           "I want to be bottom.“ You stated and he cracked up, standing up and gesturing to the empty couch.

           "Be my guest.”

           You waltzed towards him and latched your mouth onto his neck moles. He gripped your waist as he exhaled in pleasure. Your hands traveled to his waistband and you pulled his sweats down violently, as if you were angry at them for still being on.

           "Condom?“ he breathed.

           "Oh I brought some.” You smirked as you took it out.

           Jimin groaned. “Seriously?”

           "Let’s see how fun you think a glowing dick is.“ You cackled as you kissed all the way down his body, until you fell to your knees.

           "Can you do that thing again?” Jimin requested.

           "Hm?“ You kissed his hip and he whined. It was another one of his weak spots you knew about.

           "Putting the condom in with your mouth.” He breathed. “Cause fuck that was such a turn on.”

           You chuckled. “Like this?”

           You pushed his length into your mouth and he winced at the sudden feeling.

           "Holy fuck. Okay, well maybe you could do a few more of that before you put it on though.“

           You hummed as you bobbed your head into him a few times, until he grabbed your arm and pushed you back onto the couch, knowing you were teasing him.

           "Let me.” You put the condom around your lips and rolled it into him.

           "Geez. Where did you learn that?“

           You smirked as you kissed his hip again before lying on your back. "Do you really care?”

           "Absolutely not.“ he chuckled as he climbed over your body and began giving you a black and blue right above your left breast, right over your heart. You writhed under him as you felt his hardness so close to your core. He traveled down your body, kissing your ribs, your waist, your hips, and your inner thighs as you squirmed. Then he stuck a finger inside of you, making a lewd squelching sound, evidence that you were soaking wet for him.

           "Guess you’re ready for me.” he licked his finger. “But I want another taste.”

           You inhaled sharply as he licked you eagerly. Your body was already on fire from everything before, but you were practically sweating and emanating intense heat. You were sure your face was a shade of red and you could see beads of sweat on Jimin’s forehead too as he ate you out.

           "Get the fuck inside me Jimin.“ You hissed.

           "So impatient.” he chuckled but obeyed.

           He slowly pushed into you and your throat tightened as he filled you up.

           Remembering, you clapped your hands twice and the lights shut. Jimin groaned as his dick lit up and your lower abdomen was faintly glowing as well.

           "No. I’m not doing this.“ Jimin clapped the lights back on as you laughed.

           "No, we should do this.” You clapped.

           "Y/N.“ he growled.

           "Jimin.” You matched his reprimanding tone, mockingly.

           "I am not fucking you with a glow-in-the dark dick.“

           "Too late.” You mused. “I had to put up with your gag gift so you should suffer the consequences.”

           He clapped then hurriedly pounded into you, not leaving you time to argue or shut the lights back off. You gripped at the couch and your hands found his desperately. He intertwined your fingers and gently worked the sensitive part of your neck as he slowed down his pace.

           "I want to see you.“ he whispered into your ear. "So don’t shut the lights.”

           Your heart flipped at his statement and you nodded understandably. He nibbled your earlobe again as you lifted your hip up, needing him deeper inside you. Getting your body language, he pushed in further and you gasped as he found your g-spot.

           "Shit.“ You cursed, not expecting him to find it so soon.

           "Right there?” he breathed and you nodded, your words failing you.

           And he fucked you unhurriedly. Hitting that spot repeatedly and languidly.

           You both were panting heavily and moving to a rhythm of a slow dance with your hips clashing against each others. You clawed down his back as he painted your skin with colors of black and blue while rolling into you continuously.

           And when you came, waves of hot, white pleasure hit you. Your heart was racing audibly and you saw spots on the ceiling as you came down from your high. And after a few more thrusts, he finished too, groaning against your skin. He kissed your shoulder before getting off of you. He chucked the condom into his trash can and fell, exhausted into the adjacent couch.

           "Jimin.“ You called and his eyes wandered to you.

           "Hm?”

           "Why’re you over there?“

           He chuckled and waltzed back to you, tangling his body around yours. "Wasn’t sure if it’d be weird to cuddle you.”

           "I mean we’re gross and sweaty but I’m down for cuddling.“ You giggled as you buried your face into his chest. You were a bit shy too, so you would rather he was close to you than watching your nakedness from afar. He hugged you tightly and started rubbing your arm softly.  

           "How was it?” You whispered.

           "Fantastic.“ he grinned. "You?”

           "Same.“

           Then there was an awkward silence.

           Was this over now?

           You hadn’t thought so far ahead, but it’s not like he was rushing you out. You let your hands roam against his chest, using this opportunity to study the parts of him that were usually hidden closely. He smiled into your hair as you did so. He didn’t want you to slip away so quickly again.

           "Wanna shower?” he mumbled.

           You smiled; your heart was tickled at the thought that he wanted you to stay longer.

           "Sure.“

           "Okay.” he breathed as he rolled off the couch.

           He outstretched his hand and you grabbed it without hesitation, letting him lead you to the bathroom. You sat on his sink counter as you watched him turn on the water, testing the temperature and letting it heat up a bit. Your eyes raked down his completely bare body; now in the bright lighting of his bathroom, you saw the crevices between his formed muscles and the firmness of his ass. You bit your lip as you checked him out fully.

           He turned to you, and you averted your eyes, which you scolded yourself was very painstakingly obvious.

           "Like what you see?“ he teased as placed his hands on the counter and leaned in front of you.

           You swung your legs innocently.

           "What?”

           "You just checked me out.“ he grinned.

           "I mean, I had nothing else to look at.” You tried to play it off.

           His hands traveled up your thighs dangerously, and you inhaled sharply. “Well, I like what I’m seeing.”

           You shivered as he gripped your thighs and spread your legs open.

           "Oh?“ You smirked, feeling delighted at the compliment.

           "And I want more.” Jimin whispered as he kissed you.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck as he settled between your legs. “You can have as much as you want.”

           Jimin bit your bottom lip and you two began fighting with your mouths, not caring that the entire bathroom was now surrounded by steam. The mirrors were fogged up except for the imprint your back had made from being pressed up against it. You two were sweating, as if you were in a sauna, but both of you were addicted to each other’s lips in the heat of the moment.

           "Let’s get in the shower.“ You breathed, trying not to lose yourself completely just yet.

           "Can you get down, shorty?” he teased and you glared at him as you jumped down triumphantly.

           He clapped sarcastically and you shoved him, heading to the shower first. Grabbing your hip, he pulled you back so he could check the water first. Sticking his tongue out, he jumped in first, sliding the glass door shut childishly. You rolled your eyes and joined him, letting the warm water relax your body.

           But it was short-lived because Jimin began pressing kisses down your neck onto your shoulders from behind. You melted into him, leaning your back into his chest, as he massaged your breasts. Then traveling with the droplets of water, his hands slid down and he inserted a finger inside you. You gasped as he dipped his finger in and out as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Throwing your head back into the crook of his neck, you moaned and gripped his other hand tightly, forcing him to be rougher with your breast.

           In no time, he pushed another finger inside you and you were growing needier. You pulled his hand out of you and pushed him against the wall, crashing your lip onto his senselessly. The warm water was rolling down your bodies as you made out and easily, he flipped you around so now he was pressing you against the wall. He cupped your face gently and you rubbed your eyes, the showerhead spraying water into you. Chuckling, he moved you over, away from the direct line of fire and wiped your eyes and cheek, sliding your damp hair out of your face. Carefully, he leaned down and captured your lips. You covered his hands with yours, enjoying the sensation of him cradling your face as he kissed you sweetly. Jimin deepened the kiss and you pulled him forward by his waist, needing him closer to you.

           As the kissing progressed, your lips and hands became more frantic, needy, and heated. Soon, Jimin was holding you up as you clung your legs and arms around him; the water added to the sensation of your bodies flushed together. He bucked into you as you gasped with each thrust. Before reaching his high, he pulled out and you quickly pumped him through his orgasm.

           You giggled as you ended up shampooing and scrubbing down his body while he recuperated. After a short break, he was combing through your hair and returning the favor while shaping your hair into weird shapes and making bubbles with the soap. You two washed up and afterwards, he bundled you up in a towel and carried you to his bed. Although he chucked you at the end, it was still a somewhat romantic gesture. You cracked up as he shuffled around his room naked, carelessly drying his hair by ruffling it with a towel.

           "Mmmm you could probably wear one of my tight boxers. And you love stealing my sweaters anyway …where is your favorite one…“ he hummed as he perused his closet.

           "Well…” You drawled as you unwrapped yourself from the towel and displayed yourself again. “I was thinking about another round.”

           Jimin blinked as he turned to find you tracing your body with your fingers seductively. He threw his head back and laughed, making his way to you.

           "You’re on.“ He bit his lip and climbed on top of you.

           You grinned widely as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

           "But I want top this time.”


           The night lasted long; the sounds of your voices and bodies creating a symphony that reverberated throughout the room, and most probably audibly throughout the entire apartment complex.

           You two exhaled, exhausted. You were already teetering into slumber, mumbling incoherent things as Jimin cleaned you up. He chuckled and made various hums of approval to egg on your nonsensical conversation. When he slipped beside you, he was surprised when you rested your head onto his chest and nuzzled into his arms. He blinked, stunned, but then he realized your breathing had slowed and your body visibly was rising and falling at a steady rhythm. You were already knocked out. He yawned, feeling a wave of tiredness hit him as well. Tightening his embrace around you, he let himself finally recollect the whirlwind that had just passed by. His thoughts crashed into him in the silence.

           Sex truly was different with an emotional connection.

           It was a thousand times more incredible than any of his past experiences.

           And this wasn’t just any emotional connection.

           Jimin stroked your hair gently as he watched you sleep soundly on his chest.

           The more minutes that ticked by with you in his arms, the more the dots began to connect. Why he had been stupid this whole time, why he had been drawn to you without reason.    But there was a reason.

           A reason that he didn’t think would ever in a million years surface inside him.

           He was in love with you.

           It was a strange feeling coming to the realization, but it wasn’t unfamiliar emotion. He had probably been in love with you for a long time now, but had suppressed it out of fear, and simply out of ignorance.

           He was absolutely stunned by his revelation. His heart was hammering so loudly against his chest; he prayed that you wouldn’t wake up from the sound. He kissed the top of your head and gently smoothed circles against your arm. Pulling you closer to him, he wanted to ingrain this moment inside his mind and onto his skin for as long as possible.


            A few hours later, you stirred. It took you a few seconds to figure out where you were and who was beside you, then all the events prior to you falling asleep flashed through your mind. You smiled sadly as you stared at Jimin sleeping peacefully in front of you.

           This was goodbye.

           You carefully slipped out of bed, easily escaping from his limp, slumber-stricken arms. Carefully, you pushed his hair out his face and pressed your lips against his forehead.

           "Thank you Jimin.“  

           You scurried out of the room, gathered your clothes outside, and left the apartment swiftly, without looking back.

           This was your decision.  


           The next day, you showed up at Tae’s apartment, feeling refreshed, light hearted, confident, and ready to take on a whole new world. You were ready to shed your old skin and jump into a new one, one that you would build with Tae beside you.

           You knocked on his door and his beaming face welcomed you. Your heart soared at the delight in his eyes at seeing you in front of him.

           "Y/N! I was just going to go pick you up. Why’re you here?”

           "I just couldn’t wait.“ You giggled.

           "For what?” he tilted his head cutely.

           "I wanted to tell you my answer right away.“

           "Your answer?”

           "My answer is yes, Tae. I would love to be your girlfriend.“

PART 8: THE FINALE

anonymous asked:

maybe some headcanons for what kind of music the paladins listen to? also i went through your blog and your writing is amazing💗

 M/G: AHHh YES OF COURSE! I love this!! I put so much effort into picking out the right types of music/songs for them I s2g but I hope you like it~

& Thank you so much it means more to me than I can describe to hear you say that :,) Compliments on my writing always makes me so happy!

Lance:

➤ Enjoys pop music! The type that has a good beat and can get you fired up, the type that you want to dance to

➤ Is of hispanic descent (I headcanon that he would be) and loves songs that use his native language, which is obviously Spanish!

➤ Also likes Justin Timberlake just because. He’s just always been a big fan of his music, although he’s embarrassed about it sometimes!

         ➣ Sings it loudly in the shower and nobody can tell me otherwise

➤ Doesn’t like music that is sad or too feelsy

➤ His type of music:

         ➣ Bailando - Enrique Iglesias (en Español ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

         ➣ My Love - Justin Timberlake (no one can tell me he doesn’t sing this in the shower so often other Paladins get it stuck in their head)

         ➣ Into You - Ariana Grande

         ➣ Wrapped Up - Olly Murs (he honestly gets wrapped around a person’s finger so easily if they flirt w/him)

         ➣ Wipe Your Eyes - Maroon 5 

Keith:

➤ Certainly likes the most angsty music of the bunch, lets be real here. It’s heavy rock for sure

➤ Enjoys the type of music that makes him fired up before kicking Galra ass

➤ Also dislikes sad stuff and the only emotional reaction he wants from music is to get a little pissed off ⋋_⋌

➤ Keith doesn’t listen to music other than when he’s training anyway, so it isn’t that level of intensity all of the time tbh

➤ His type of music:

         ➣ Headstrong - Trapt (I mean he’ll take anyone on so…)

         ➣ One Step Closer - Linkin Park (Teen Angst™)

         ➣ 10 Miles Wide - Escape the Fate

         ➣ Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold

         ➣ Last Resort - Papa Roach (an angst classic I mean who HASnT heard this??)

Pidge:

➤ More into electronic types of music, they don’t mind if it doesn’t have lyrics, since they use it as background noise a lot of the time

➤ Trance music is one of their favorite types because it’s not too distracting when they’re trying to work

➤ Pidge loves tracks with nice base drops because they’re just… So fantastic

➤ Their type of music:

         ➣ Technologic - Daft Punk (definitely is one of their favorite artists)

         ➣ Addicted To A Memory - Zedd, Bahari (a sick base drop and good lord it’s 10/10)

         ➣ Genesis - Justice (the base is so intense?? Wtf they love it)

         ➣ Satisfaction - Benny Benassi

         ➣ Fatality - Pep and Rash

Hunk: 

➤ Appreciates softer rock, the type you could look at the sunset on an island and smile to

➤ Needs good vibes in his music, or he just can’t listen to it. Too much negativity is a turnoff for him

➤ A lot of times the songs are about love, which he doesn’t mind, even if he isn’t too into dating unless the right person comes along

➤ Almost always has this stuff playing in the background, whether he’s cooking or just hanging out in his room, and it helps calm down the team

➤ His type of music:

         ➣ Daughters - John Mayer (doesn’t actually like him other than his music because he’s heard that John Mayer is an ass)

         ➣ Lucky - Jason Mraz, Colbie Caillat (ok how can you not fucking smile to this song)

         ➣ Better Together - Jack Johnson 

         ➣ Bubbly - Colbie Calliat (everyone makes fun of him for liking this but they all secretly love it)

         ➣ Is This Love - Bob Marley & The Wailers (he loves the good vibes of Bob Marley tbh)

Shiro:

➤ Doesn’t listen to music as much as any of the others, but doesn’t mind if it’s on, as long as it isn’t Keith’s.

         ➣ He actually enjoys the good vibes of Hunk’s music a lot, but wouldn’t go out of his way to put it on 

➤ Likes ambient noise a lot more than anything, which seems sort of boring, but it reminds him of home and earth

➤ Forest sounds, bird calls, ocean noises, etc help him relax and take his mind off of things for a while, since he can close his eyes and feel like he’s not in a spaceship with the stressful task of saving the universe on his shoulders

         ➣ Also helps him stay away from the negative thoughts attached to his PTSD

➤ His type of sounds

         ➣ Peaceful forest river

         ➣ Lakeside campfire with nature night sounds (the nostalgia of camping)

         ➣ Rain on a tent

         ➣ Ocean waves (who doesn’t like a little slice of paradise?)

         ➣ Morning in the country (this is probably his favorite because it reminds him of being outside)

Gone - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Gone

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Surprise happy ending (Worth reading, trust me ;))

Prompt: can i get a song fic based maroon 5’s ‘hands all over’. really angsty (u know how u do) but then it gets resolved in the end with some implied smut. thank you. you’re my favorite writer ever

I can’t seem to find the pretty little face I left behind
Wandered out on the open road
Looking for a better place to call home

Dean rushed to turn the radio off angrily. One time he had let himself listen to Sam and let something play on the radio and it had to be that kind of song. It only seemed like everything had to remind him of you these days. And maybe he could pretend that it was a stupid coincidence and those lyrics meant nothing to him, maybe he could - although it would be really hard - and he’d just put on one of his cassettes and listen to the. But at the same time they too reminded him so much of you. It wasn’t fair. It had been close to a year and he still - still - couldn’t find it in himself to move on. And that was just not him.

Gave her a place to stay and she got up and ran away
Well now I’ve had enough
Her pretty little face has torn me up

But with you he had been so many things that were just not him. But not in the bad way. On the contrary. They were parts of Dean that he didn’t let out for anyone to see but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. In fact they always were. Dreams, hopes, wishes and things he longed for ever since he was a kid. Someone to love him unconditionally and to beready to put him in front of everything and everyone just like he did with the people he cared about.

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How Much Time Do You Have? *Stiles Stilinski*

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

*So guys this is a new fic I’m working on. It should be around 3-5 parts. Im not sure yet, but I hope you enjoy it and pleaseeeee tell me what you think. Also this part doesn’t have smut but the other parts will. The rating is for the overall series. Thanks!!! (:*

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (The reader has a name in this, btw)

Rating: M (Mature)

Warning: Kissing? None really

A special thanks to @obrosey-af for proofreading it for me :)

I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. She affected everything I did and every choice I made. But why? She wasn’t mine, not yet at least. Normally talking to females was an easy task for me. It didn’t take long before I had them completely smitten, but she was different. And all of a sudden I found myself actually wanting to get to know her. I wanted to have late night conversations about her fears, what she believes in, her family, her life, just everything. I wanted to know everything about her. She absorbed my thoughts, hell she was even in my dreams. Some more explicit than others. As I stared at my ceiling I couldn’t help but recall the first day we met.

Harrison was talking on and on about something I couldn’t care less about. I woke up late and didn’t get a chance to grab any food so as you could guess, I was starving. The only thing on my mind was food and how quickly I’d be able to get some. That was until someone stumbled through the door. I saw red hair and I sat up in my seat to get a better look at our new student. She wore simple black jeans and a maroon crewneck.

“M'sorry I’m so late, I got a bit lost on the way here” She mumbled, still struggling to hold her books together.

Harrison just nodded and ushered for her to find a seat. She looked around before her eyes landed on the seat next to me. She made her way over and gave me a small smile. I was happy that the only seat available was next to me, but it only made me more nervous knowing that she’s probably going to be sitting with me for the rest of the year. As she slid into the seat I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. Her red hair was cut into layers, the shortest piece falling just above her shoulder, her lips were covered in this berry colored lipstick, and eyeliner adorned her eyelids. I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when my stomach decided to make a dying whale sound, causing everyone to look back at me.

“Mr. Stilinski…. You may leave the class if you need to” Harrison said causing half of the class to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“I’m good” I mumbled and he continued his rant on chemicals or some shit. I focused on picking at my nails and avoiding eye contact with the new girl, whose name I had to learn. It wasn’t long before a granola bar was shoved in my face, literally poking me in the nose.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry” She whispered and I smiled taking the granola bar from her. “I’m a bit of a klutz but I always have food so there” She made sure to keep her voice low so that she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her another smile and said thank you before I devoured the snack.

And every day since she would bring me a granola bar and coffee or something that I could eat. No matter how many times I told her that it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t listen. I learned that her name was Rhea, her mother was Indian and her father was Greek so the name fit both sides of her culture. In Sanskrit her name meant streaming/flowing and in Greek Mythology it was the name of Zeus’ mother. I learned a lot about her in the last week actually, but we only talked in school. I learned that she dyed her hair red because of father told her not too, she moved to California with her mother after she found out her dad was having an affair, she has a best friend who lives here named Erica, but she likes to be called Er, I think that’s the same Erica that Isaac is dating. We spent lunch together every day since she got here, and she quickly took a liking to Scott and Lydia. They’ve expressed their liking to her multiple times as well.  Isaac and his girl went on some vacation thing and they’ll be back at school tomorrow, I’ll have to introduce her just in case that is her best friend.

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It’s been two weeks since Rhea’s been here, turns out Erica was her best friend, they’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s currently tucked under my arm, while we watched Star Wars. She’s never seen it and I can tell she’s bored, but she won’t say anything because of my love for the movie.

“Wanna play a game?” I asked turning to her, sitting crisscross on the couch. She mimicked my actions and nodded rapidly.

“20 Questions? I still want to know more about you, I promise I won’t overstep my boundaries” The softest giggle left her mouth and I swore my heart stopped. I don’t think I’ve ever had actual feelings for a girl. Then she comes along and everything I’ve ever believed is just thrown out the window. I’ve never even had a girl over at my place and for the past few days she’s always been here. I’m fucked, utterly fucked.

“It’s okay Stiles, you can ask what you want, I’m comfortable enough around you” I still wasn’t going to overdo it, I didn’t want her to think I only wanted one thing from her.

“Okay we’ll start off simple, Favorite TV show?”

“Law&Order: SVU, it’s so good Stiles!! You have to watch it. Olivia Benson is my Idol.” She squealed and I couldn’t stop the grin forming on my face. She was too cute, she always got this excited when she talked about things she loved.

“Okay my turn…. Why haven’t you tried anything with me yet?” What? Her question caught me off guard and I probably looked like a dear caught in headlights.

“W-What do you mean?” I stuttered out.

“I mean why haven’t you tried anything? I don’t wanna sound cocky or rude, it’s just that you’re pretty popular right….” She looked down and fiddled with her fingers before continuing.

“I know I’m not the best looking girl out there, so I shouldn’t expect you to try something, but I just, I mean. Nevermind.” She looked back up at me “You can ask now”

I shook my head and scooted up closer “No, ask what you were gonna ask….”

She took a deep breath and averted her eyes from mine. “Okay, fine. Why do you hang out with me? I’ve uh heard things. You’re a player, you sleep around, and um stuff like that. So why do you hang out with me if you haven’t tried anything?”  She paused taking a deep breath.

“All I do is sit here and ramble on and on about myself and you seem to enjoy it but why? You have so many girls throwing themselves at you, but you’re hanging out with a Virgin. Someone who doesn’t know anything of how to please you.” She paused again as if she was putting her words together.

“Like fore example you have much more exciting friends, for god’s sake you were supposed to go to Lydia’s party tonight but instead you’re here watching Star Wars with me….” Her voice got smaller as she finished speaking.

I had no idea she felt this way. Did she really think she was boring? All that crap she said earlier about not being the best looking girl and what not is complete bullshit because she’s breathtaking. Who told her I was a player? My face must’ve been contorted into some weird expression because she soon spoke up again.

“Look Stiles, don’t get angry. Forget I said anything, yeah?” I shook my head and scooted back into the corner of the chair making her scoot closer to me.

I wasn’t mad that people told her about my “ways”, I was mad that she was doubting herself. I should be happy that she’s comfortable enough to tell me this information, but I don’t want her thinking that way. Ever. Once again I was brought out of my thoughts by her. This time she climbed up onto my lap so that her legs were on either sides of my body.

“Stop thinking about it, let’s just watch Star Wars and forget I said anything” She pouted and while her actions were completely innocent, I couldn’t help the feeling that made its way to my crotch. My hands flew to her hips to softly push her off me but that never happened, my eyes kept flicking from her eyes to her lips and I wasn’t aware of how much I was inching towards her.

“Stiles…” She whispered and I stopped moving completely. “Should I stop….” I murmured.

When she didn’t say anything and slowly brushed my lips against hers, searching her eyes for any signs of rejection or doubt. When I didn’t find any, I fully pressed my lips onto hers. They were soft, just like I imagined and the moved perfectly against mine. I moved my hands up to cup her face because I didn’t want them roaming to places they shouldn’t go. I wanted to take my time with her, I wanted to prove that she actually meant something to me. Normally I’d use my words but she literally makes me speechless, every single time I look at her.

My teeth grazed against her bottom lip and she parted her mouth with a low moan. Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair as my tongue slips into her mouth. Not long after I pulled away because apparently my breathing and kissing skills don’t go hand in hand. I was breathing heavily looking up at her and I think she surprises both of us when her lips came in contact with my neck. The bulge in my khakis definitely became more prominent and if she only moved her hips the slightest bit she’d feel it too. I didn’t want her to believe it was only about sex, and I definitely didn’t want her to believe the things she’s heard about me. So I slowly push her off my and lay her on the couch.

“If we keep this up I don’t know If I’ll be able to stop myself” Her lips were swollen, and slightly more red than they normally are. She looked up at me with her Doe eyes and I decide then, that I’m going to call her Bambi.

“I’m s-sorry, do you not want to” She stuttered and I shook my head quickly.

“No no no, I want this. I really want this. But you haven’t done anything like this before. And I really want to take my time with you” I whispered, hovering over her to place a kiss on her lips.

“I promise, we’ll get there. Okay Bambi” She giggled at the nickname and nodded.

“Thanks Stiles” She kissed my cheek “But you never told me why you hang out with me”

I laughed and sat up properly, pulling her up after.

“How much time do you have?”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I make a request? What if Jumin officially introduces MC as his fiancee? To his peers, colleagues, relatives, friends, etc. This happens after his announcement on the RFA Party.

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (MysMe/MystMes)

Pairing: Jumin x MC/Reader (YOU)

Summary: Jumin formally introduces you as his fiancée after his sudden announcement at the RFA Party.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Author’s Note: I tried my beesssst i hope you all like it!!!! thank you for this request omg!!


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One More Night - Negan Imagine

request: Hey I know you normal wrote for Carl, but is it possible to write an imagine for Negan? Idk if you do sing fics but recently I was listening to One More Night but Maroon 5 and I thought it would make a good fic for Negan. If you can’t it’s completely fine💕thank you

a/n: ahh thanks for 500 followers! i’ve only used this blog for like a month, so that’s pretty cool to me

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)


You and I go hard at each other like we’re going to war.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” you screamed as Negan dragged you away from your home in Alexandria. He decided that he wanted you, and Negan always took what he wanted. 

You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we start keeping score.

“Alright, miss, I’m gonna suggest you stop struggling to get free, because based on my calculations, you’re losing 0 to 1,” Negan taunted, getting his face up close to yours. He was invading your personal space, but to your confusion, you didn’t really mind. 

I stopped using my head.

For a moment, you found yourself admiring the glint in his eyes. If it weren’t for the sound of burning flesh and the screams of a man whose face was melting, you wouldn’t have brought yourself to remember how much of a terrible person he was.

I know I’ve said it a million times, but I’ll only stay with you one more night.

You could go home any time you wanted to, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. You promised yourself time and time again that you’d leave the next day, but you found yourself in the same room you slept in each night, drawn to the man who held you captive. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Try to tell you know but my body keeps telling you yes.

“Come on, you mean to tell me you feel nothing?” Negan asked. “Why don’t you go, then, huh?” While your mind was telling you to run, your legs stayed still. You stayed with Negan.

I’ll be waking up in the morning probably hating myself.

Every morning you woke up next to him, you hated yourself more and more. You knew each night as you fell asleep that you’d beat yourself up the next day, but that didn’t stop you from staying with him.

I’ll be waking up feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.

You had never been so attached to someone, but felt so terrible about it. You hated Negan. He killed your friends, but you wanted to be with him. You convinced yourself that he was forcing you to stay. After all, it was the only thing that helped you sleep at night.

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Based on one of those “secretly dating” AU post thingies I saw floating around. Enjoy 



It wasn’t that Beca Mitchell was embarrassed that she was dating Chloe Beale.


In fact, that was about as far from the truth as humanly possible, because Beca was tempted just about every damn day to wrench the mic at the radio station away from Luke’s post-burger greasy fingers and scream it across the airwaves. To all five of their listeners, of course. 

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Sweetest - L.H. AU

Summary: Luke’s birthday is during one of his business trips to London. Sequel to Sugar.

Pairing: sugardaddy!luke x female reader

Read: Sugar


“This is stupid,” Y/N whined as she sat up, pulling the crisp white duvet over her bare chest. She had accompanied Luke for a week-long business trip in London, where he promised she could do all the sight-seeing and shopping she wanted on her own. It was also Luke’s birthday, but these meetings were mandatory, even for the CEO. Luke told Y/N he would clear up some time towards the end of the trip to join her, but he couldn’t make any firm commitments. “Can’t you just bribe your way out of this or something?” 

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To Emma, love Killian - listen here

I’ve been feeling quite inspired these days so I thought I’d put together a cheesy, sappy lovely mix with songs Killian would dedicate to Emma. The gorgeous cover pic up there is by my amazing friend skypeopleandswans​. Enjoy! (◕‿◕✿)

1. Light - Sleeping At Last - ‘Cause you are loved, you are loved more than you know. I hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so.
2. Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars - You’re like a mirror, reflecting me. Takes one to know one, so take it from me. You’ve been lonely, we’ve been lonely too long. Let me in the wall you’ve built around, we can light a match and burn it down.
3. Sea Of Lovers - Christina Perri - A certain type of darkness has stolen me, under a quiet mask of uncertainty, I wait for light like water from the sky and I am lost again. In the sea of lovers without ships and lovers without sight, you’re the only way out of the sea of lovers losing time, of lovers losing hope, will you let me follow you? Wherever you go, bring me home.
4. Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran - I know you will still love me the same 'cause honey your soul could never grow old, it’s evergreen. And baby your smile’s forever in my mind and memory. I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways, and maybe it’s all part of a plan.
5. Your Body Is A Wonderland - John Mayer - And if you want love, we’ll make it, swim in a deep sea of blankets, take all your big plans and break them, this is bound to be a while.
6. Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson - If I could walk on water, if I could tell you what’s next. I’d make you believe, I’d make you forget. So come on get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire in the swing of your hips. Just pull me down hard and drown me in love.
7. She Is - The Fray - This is going to break me close in two, this is going to bring me close to you. She is everything I need that I never knew that I wanted, she is everything I want that I never knew I needed.
8. I’ll Be (Your Crying Shoulder) - The Goo Goo Dolls - The strands in your eyes, that colour them wonderful, stop me and steal my breath. The emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, never revealing their depth. I’ll be your crying shoulder, I’ll be love suicide. I’ll be better when I’m older, I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.
9. Like Ships In The Night - Mat Kearney - Like ships in the night you keep passing me by, just wasting time, trying to prove who’s right. And if it all goes crashing into the sea, if it’s just you and me, trying to find the light.
10. Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran - Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it’s enough for me, 'cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need, I’m so in love
11. Ever After - Marianas Trench - Don’t you move, can’t you stay where you are just for now? I could be your perfect disaster, you could be my ever after
12. You Make My Dreams - Hall and Oates - On a night when bad dreams become a screamer, well they’re messing with a dreamer, I can laugh them in the face, twist and shout my way out, 'cause I ain’t the way you found me and I’ll never be the same. Well, well you, you make my dreams come true
13. She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5 - I know where you hide alone in your car, know all of the things that make you who you are. I know that goodbye means nothing at all, comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
14. You’re Beautiful - James Blunt - She caught my eye as we walked on by, she could see from my face that I was flying high. And I don’t think that I’ll see her again, but we shared a moment that will last 'til the end.
15. Somewhere Only We Know - Elizabeth Gillies and Max Schneider - Where have you gone? I’m getting old and I need something to rely on, so tell me when you’re gonna let me in, I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
16. Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - Sleeping At Last - Every little thing she does is magic, everything she does just turns me on, even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on
17. Wonderwall - Oasis - I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don’t know how. Because maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, you’re my wonderwall.
18. Crash - You Me At Six - We worked and changed our ways, just like wildfire, been burning now for days, tearing down those walls, nothing’s in our way / Just crash, fall down, I’ll wrap my arms around you now. Just crash, it’s our time now, to make this work second time around
19. Never Stop (wedding version) - SafetySuit - I will never stop trying, I will never stop watching as you leave, I will never stop losing my breath every time I see you looking back at me. I will never stop holding your hand, I will never stop opening your door, I will never stop choosing you babe, I will never get used to you. You still get my heart racing for you.
20. Fix You - Coldplay - But if you never try you’ll never know just what you’re worth. Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you
21. Halo - Beyonce - Hit me like a ray of sun, burning through my darkest night, you’re the only one that I want, think I’m addicted to your light / Everywhere I’m looking now I’m surrounded by your embrace, baby I can feel your halo, you know you’re my saving grace, you’re everything I need and more
22. I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys - Let me be the portable heater that you’ll get cold without. I wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion, at least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours. Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
23. Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford And Sons - So give me hope in the dark that I will see the light, 'cause oh that gave me such a fright, but I will hold as long as you like, just promise me we’ll be alright
24. I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz - And just like them old stars, I see that you’ve come so far to be right where you are, how old is your soul? Well, I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough, I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up
25. Same Mistake - James Blunt - Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go. My mind is muddy but, my heart is heavy, does it show? And my reflection troubles me, so here I go. I’m not calling for a second chance, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Give me reason but don’t give me choice, 'cause I’ll just make the same mistake again
26. Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls - And I don’t want the world to see me, 'cause I don’t think that they’d understand. When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am
27. Je L'aime A Mourir - Francis Cabrel - Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres, pour être si fort aujourd'hui, elle a dû faire toutes les guerres de la vie e l'amour aussi
28. A Drop In The Ocean - Ron Pope - I was praying that you and me might end up together, it’s like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert. But I’m holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven
29. What You Mean To Me - Sterling Knight - Our story is just beginning, we’ll let the truth break down these walls. And every time I think of you, I think of how you pushed me through, and showed me how much better I could be
30. Hero - Sterling Knight - ‘Cause I, I could be everything you need, if you’re the one for me, like gravity I’ll be unstoppable. I, yeah I believe in destiny. I may be an ordinary guy with heart and soul, but if you’re the one for me, then I’ll be your hero.

anonymous asked:

NicoMaki for the Ultimate Ship Meme, please!

General:

  • Rate the Ship -  
    Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • How long will they last? Um…forever? I’d like to think they get together in their college days after years of being tsunderes and watching each other date other people; because of all this, they were totally in love with each before they even got together.
  • How quickly did/will they fall in love? It took them a few months after meeting to start liking each other; it wasn’t until Nico graduated and left for college did they realize just how love-struck they actually were.
  • How was their first kiss? Really unexpected. It was in the middle of one of their arguments when Maki told Nico that she was thinking of accepting one of her classmate’s confessions (she was slowly starting to doubt Nico would ever feel the same). And Nico couldn’t stand watching Maki date other people anymore so she started to “be unreasonable.” After shouting for who knows how long, Nico eventually smashes her lips onto Maki’s; huge opposite of how they imagined it would go with all the movie cliches, although they both did feel the fireworks.

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Cheeseburgers&fries (A Luke Hemmings one-shot)

Part 2

I got outside the kitchen, carrying two plates filled with steaming food. Heading towards the elderly couple that stood in the booth near the restaurant’s door, I noticed the new group of people that entered and sat in my area of serving. I gently laid the plates on the table and offered the couple a ‘Bon appétit’ and a gentle smile, before turning my head to the new clients.

The group was formed of 7 people, five guys and two girls. Due to their number, the guys joined two tables to sit comfortably. Going to the bar, I grabbed a bunch of menus and then headed towards group.

“Hello. My name is Y/N and I will be your waitress for tonight.“ I spread the menus around the table and got my notebook and my pen from the white apron tied around my waist.

“Would you like to order your drinks now, or would you prefer looking on the menus first?” I asked, looking around the table and noticing that most have already opened the menus, skimming the shiny pages in hope to find something they would like.

“We’re gonna look around first.” A blue eyed blonde boy said smiling, and a spark of recognition flickered in my eyes. Although I didn’t knew his name, he would come to our restaurant pretty often, usually accompanied by one or two of his friends.

“Sure thing. I will return shortly to get your order then.” I said, nodding my head towards the blond and went behind the bar, where John, my co-worker was playing on his phone.

“I see lover boy is here to see you again.” Jon mumbled, throwing me a knowing smirk, before concentration on his game again.

“How many times do I have to tell you that he is not here to see me?” I shook my head and laughed slightly as I took a seat next to John and took a sip from my bottle of water.

“Oh please.” He snorted and paused his game, dropping the phone into his lap. ”Why else would he keep returning to this joint if it weren’t for you? He keeps on coming here because he likes you.” John emphasized the word like with a few hand gestures while making a disgustingly cute kissy face. Swiping the bottle out of my hands he took a few mouthfuls and emptied half.

“Hey!” I furrowed my eyebrows and pouted slightly. “He certainly doesn’t like me and this place is nice.” I retorted, getting my bottle back, screwing the lid back on and hitting John’s side with it.

Rising from my seat, I headed once again to the make-shift double table and got my notepad out. Everybody rushed to say their orders, and I looked in confusion at them, hoping that they would have the decency to wait for their turned.  Luckily, a curly haired blonde loudly cleared up his throat and glared around the table, making everybody’s mouths shut up.

“I would like the steak with mashed potatoes and some iced tea, please.” He said clearly, and I threw him a grateful smile, jotting down his order. After that one by one placed their orders, the last one being the blonde regular.

“Double cheeseburger, fries, a beer and your number.” He said smugly, smirking and throwing me a wink, before looking around the table to grasp everybody’s reaction.

“I’m afraid that’s not on the menu.” I smiled coldly and turned my back, leaving behind a shocked face with a gaping mouth and a bunch of snickering and teasing friends.

“Tough luck, Luck.” The blue haired one said laughing, loud enough for me to hear as well. So blondie’s name was Luke.  

Going to the kitchen I pinned the order on the wall and headed to the bar to get the drinks. Removing some bottles from the refrigerator and opening them up, I placed them on a tray, together with glasses and a few straws in paper foils.

Balancing the heavy tray on one of my hands, I stepped towards the table once again and placed the drinks and glasses in front of their holders, leaving Luke last. Setting the beer and his glass in front of him, I avoided his touch when he tried to brush his fingers against mine.

“Would you like me to pour your drink in your glass?” I repeated the question briskly and waited for his answer.

While most of his friends choose to drink form their bottles, his answer was a mumbled ‘yes’. Grabbing the glass in one hand and the bottle in the other I tiled the glass and started pouring the beer. Right when I was half way in, I felt a clammy hand creeping up my calf and resting right above the back of my naked knee squeezing the tender skin . My breath stopped, my eyes widened and the bottle almost slipped from my hand.

Quickly filling the glass up, I nearly slammed it on the table and looked down to see whose hand was touching me. Of course it was Blondie. Gripping the tray so hard that my knuckles turned white, I placed underneath my arm and turned towards the boy.

“Could you kindly take your hand off of my leg so I could go get your food?” I asked and all eyes snapped towards the Luke, whose cheeks looked like they caught on fire. His hand immediately fell.

“Fucking hell, Luke.” The curly haired man who helped me before swore, glaring at the younger boy. I nodded my head in thanks, as I left and hid after the bar, telling John everything.

“Do you want me to replace you?” John asked gently, while rubbing my arm attentively.

“No.” I shook my head, frowning stubbornly. “I don’t want to show him that I’m weak. It’s just that…I don’t understand why he’s acting like this. He was always acting nice until now.” I whispered. Hearing a bell from the kitchen that signaled that the food was ready, I sighed and went after it.  Taking the two heavy trays in my hands, I went towards the group of people and placed one of the trays on a nearby table. I started serving their food, this time starting with Luke and finishing with the curly haired blond.

Smiling brightly when the curly haired man, who told me to call him Ashton, thanked me, I noticed Luck frowning, a blush still dusting his pale cheeks, and gripping his cutlery harder than necessary.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, and I was glad that Luke didn’t cause me any more trouble. Around our closing hour the group finally got up and prepared to leave, while Ashton came to the register to pay.

“Hey there.” He said, taking his leather wallet from the back pocked of his  black jeans. Typing in the prices, I waited for the bill to come out from the metal machine. After it was printed I slowly told him the price and handed him the bill.

“I apologize for Luke’s behavior. He usually doesn’t act this way.” Ashton sighed, taking the money out of his wallet and handing it to me.

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing.  You did nothing wrong.” I said, shrugging my shoulders and cashing the money.

”Yea, but still, I should have stopped him sooner.” Ashton replied, leaning forward.

“You couldn’t have known what he was about to do.” I presented him his change, but he waved his hand dismissively.

“Actually, we all kinda knew he was going to do something. Or at least we expected it…” Ashton said, crumbling the receipt and throwing it in the bin near the counter. Seeing the look of confusion adorning my face, he explained. “Mike, the dude with blue hair, dared Luke to make a move on you, since he knew that he would never approach you otherwise. But none of us thought he would be so bold, or so rude.”

“Oh, I see.” I said, gazing back at their table and seeing Luke glaring at us, especially at Ashton with a murderous intent. He looked set to come towards us, but luckily Mike grabbed his arm and dragged him outside before he could make a scene.

“Well looks like I got to go. It was nice meeting you.”Ashton smiled one last time, before running outside to join his friends. I looked at the money in my hand, before shoving the few 1 dollar bills into the pocket of my apron. I closed the register and took a rag, preparing to clean the tables. John waltzed out of the kitchen and stole the rag from my shoulder, pushing my slightly towards the changing room.

“I’ll finish up tonight. You go home and rest.”He said and I thanked him, waving him goodbye . Going in the changing room, I took off the burgundy uniform and got my skinny blue jeans and my black top on and rushed home, knowing that I would have to get back to work the next afternoon.

The next day came faster that I wanted it to, and before I knew it I was back at work, changed in the reddish maroon dress, tying my apron around my waist and listening to the soft tunes that flowed from the big speakers peppered all over the restaurant.

Exiting the changing room, I nodded to Maria, signaling that her shift was over. Scanning the grand hall for customers that haven’t been served yet, my eyes fell on Luck, who was sitting alone at a table near the window, with a pair of shades on, typing furiously at his phone. Huffing I headed towards his table and stopped right in front of him, clearing my throat first, before speaking.

“Hello. How can I help you?” I said cordially, pasting a smile on my face. His head snapped, his lips parted and he quickly placed his phone on the table and took his shades off, revealing a pair of breathtaking blue eyes. In the natural light that was streaming through the windows, his eyes seemed even more electric and that sole look almost knocked my breath away. Almost.

“Um, I…I would like to apologize for yesterday’s behavior.  I acted….well I acted like a dick.” He said softly, but still loud enough for me to hear. Cocking en eyebrow in annoyance, I continued, ignoring his previous sentence.

“Is there anything that you would like to order?” His blonde eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip jutted out, making his piercing shine lightly.

“Please forgive me. It was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. I just acted like tha-“

“Sir, I will have to ask you to leave if you won’t order.” I interrupted him indifferently, my eyes quickly scanning  his face and my right hand fiddling with the pen it was holding.

“A coke.” He whispered defeated, breaking eye contact and moving his blue orbs to the table ,pinning them on one discoloration that was staining that table for years now.

“Very well.” I said rushing towards the bar, getting a coke and a glass and rushed back to him. Opening the bottle I poured him his drink and setting it on the table I left, without even glancing at the poor boy. I knew I was a tad too mean with him, but he had a lesson to learn.

I avoided his table for the entire duration of his stay. When I saw that his glass was empty and he was ready to come to the register, I headed towards him and grabbed the glass and the bottle.

“Would you like the check?”I asked, while he just nodded silently. Just as I was about to move away, his hand darted out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me gently to him.

“Look, I get that you don’t want to see me again, so I won’t show my face around here anymore. “he pause briefly and nervously wetted his lips before continuing. ”But at least let me tell you how fucking sorry I am for last night. I know what I did was stupid, but I just wanted to get your attention. The guys kept teasing me about you and when I saw Ash making passes at you I just lost it. I guess I just wanted to show them all that maybe you liked me, just as I liked you. But it was a mistake, and I’m sorry.” He finished, remaining breathless for a few moments .Luke raised his head, his slightly teary eyes searching mine. I sighed and shook my head, making the neat ponytail at the back of my head bounce.

“Don’t worry about it. I kinda understand why you did it. And thanks for apologizing. Not a lot of guys are men enough to do that, you know.” I said, a bright smile widening my lips.  Luke’s eyes sparkles and it looked like life crept into his body once again, energizing him.

“Does that mean I can keep on coming here?” He inquired hopefully , and I laughed playfully and nodded my head, a yes escaping my mouth.

Luke grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth. Striding towards the register, I checked in his consummation and ripped the small piece of printed paper. I stood a few moments with the bill in my hand, feeling the smoothness of the paper between my fingers and contemplating if I should scribble my phone number on the back.

Feeling a tad courageous that day and deciding that taking a risk once in a while wouldn’t hurt, I wrote the digits on the back of the bill, together with my name. I stared for a few more seconds at it, chewing the end of my pen .I straightened my back and quickly stepped towards the blonde boy before I could change my mind.

Soundlessly giving him the paper, I turned my back and went to serve other customers, therefore missing Luke’s wide smile and the enthusiastic fist bump that he thrust into the air. His chair scraped the floor as he backed it away from the table and he strutted proudly to the cash register, waiting for me to come as well.

Seeing him waiting, I trudged towards the counter and took the money that he offered, getting his change ready. Handing him the 10 dollar bill, he pushed my hand away, telling me to keep it.

“So does this mean I can take you out this Friday?” He said cheekily, tilting his head to the side and propping his arms on the clean counter.

“Pushing your luck I see, eh?” I teased , letting his smile falter before talking again. “I get out at six. You can come and pick me up at six-thirty.” I bended over the counter bringing my face closer to his, our lips parted by a few millimeters.

“Yea?” Luke whispered eyeing my lips before inching closer for a kiss.

“Yea.” I rapidly turned away, kissing him on the cheek instead. His orbs widened and I laughed at his expense, straitening my back and taking one step back. Luke crossed his arms over his broad chest and tried pouting but ended up laughing as well.

“Well I better be going then. See you on Friday.“ He covered half his face with the big shades he had and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Ok. Oh, and Luke?” I called, making Luke turn towards me once again. “Ashton was actually telling me just how much you like me.” I giggled, making his ears turn an angry red and he left rapidly, mumbling something under his breath about fucking Ashton’s drumsticks when he gets home.

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Ok. So no smut in this one.  But yahoo, 2 fics in a row! *celebrates by dancing off beat* I actually intended this one to be a blurb, but apparently I’m incapable of writing blurbs so this turned out to be an imagine/one-shot. I wrote this last night, half asleep so this might be a little cheesy and a tad too detailed, maybe even boring, so I might edit this in the future. Nevertheless, I quite like how it turned out,and I hope you like it as well. Thank you for reading, and please remember that reviews are always welcomed. Hope you have a nice day/night!

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It was supposed to be for one night, two max, but it’s been weeks... In which Oliver stays at Felicity’s.

They slip into a domestic routine so easily, that she doesn’t realize how much time has passed until Diggle asks her about it.

It was supposed to just be one night, two at most, partly because he doesn’t currently have anywhere to live, and she suspects partly because he simply doesn’t want to be alone. She can relate. After trying nights of darkness and destruction, it’s nice to go home to someone else. With someone else. Someone who understands, someone who feels the same.

They don’t have to pretend with each other, they can sit on the sofa in compatible silence, Oliver watching a game, Felicity reading, happy to be in their own worlds, together. It’s simple and it’s easy, and it’s nice. It’s warm, like home.

So when two weeks pass and he makes no move to leave. She’s glad. The spare room in her small townhouse used to be a mess of boxes and odds and ends she never had time to sort through, but now it’s Oliver’s room. It smells like him, and his clothes hang in the closet.

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hoetrera  asked:

omg your post (/post/95419801212/second-of-three-requests-for-the-anon)~ will you be doing anything else with it BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE~

[i’m so sorry this is so late] but bro, that AU, where gray and juvia are childhood friends who grew up together? i have so many headcanons it’s literally insane, brace yourself

and please listen to it was always you by maroon 5 because it is literally the theme of this story omg

again this is SUPER LONG so buckle in and enjoy the ride/my messy headcanons/my notes lol

  • juvia’s parents died when she was young so little gray, who’s a year older than her, and his parents make it a point to look after her

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Ride It Out

Fandom: Sidemen
Summary(Requested): Y/N heads to Insomnia with Vik, Harry, and Simon. It’s her turn to drive and pick the music.
A/N: The songs listed on here are some of my personal preferences. I didn’t realize that I was going to write this the day after I commented about wondering what tumblr writers listened to while they wrote, but these are some of mine from the period when I wrote this.

You loved Vik, Harry, and Simon to death, but there was only so much grime music you could take. That was all you’d heard since you’d left for Coventry. Now it was your turn to drive, which meant you got to pick the music. You were a much more “stereotypical” listener you could say. You listened to pop and rock and pop punk and more of those kind of things. And your older brother, Freezy’s, musical taste had somewhat rubbed off on you.
You’d loaded a playlist for just such an occasion. It included, but was not limited to:
-Colors by Halsey
-Ride by SoMo
-Never Stop (Wedding Version) by Safety Suit
-Somewhere in Neverland by All Time Low
-Livewire by Oh Wonder
-Try Hard by 5 Seconds of Summer
-Black Magic by Little Mix
-Last Night by The Vamps
-Model by Before You Exit
-Liquid Confidence by You Me At Six
-Back It Up by Prince Royce ft. JLo and Pitbull
-Red by Taylor Swift
-Stitches by Shawn Mendes
-Turn Around by Geko
-Wrapped Up by Olly Murs
-Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade
-I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! at the Disco
-Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon
-Novocaine by Fall Out Boy
-These Are the Song by Bashy ft. Jareth
-Superheros by The Script
-Maps by Maroon 5
-I’m Not the Only One by Sam Smith
-Cali Get down by Radical Something
-Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner
They were not terribly pleased at first, but they slowly came around. The best part was Simon screaming along in the passenger sear and the other two in the back being just about as loud. You made them re-listen to Ride just because it was a favorite of yours and they were surprisingly loud whilst singing Stitches, not that you were going to argue.
Simon was quite insistent on listening to Liquid Confidence about five times and Harry said there needed to be more R&B/Rap, but otherwise they didn’t complain much. Vik was just adorable about it and started making up lyrics if he didn’t remember some and they were actually hilarious. The three of them even came up with a parody of Wrapped Up that was pretty good. You could barely sing because you were laughing so hard.
When you were finally at the hotel in Coventry, you all got out laughing and humming the songs you’d just screamed along with, some more on pitch than others. The guys from the other cars were all giving you kind of weird looks. The whole trip led to you guys make it a weekly event where you’d just go drive around for a few hours and sing together at the top of your lungs, and it was great.
Sometimes Harry wasn’t actually able to be there, so you’d get him on Skype call if possible. It was probably one of the weirdest things for anyone but the four of you. You didn’t really care, it was relaxing for all of you and that was what you needed.

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Here’s Everything That Happened Inside One Direction’s Made In The A.M. First Listen Party
Spoiler alert: This may be 1D's best album yet.

First Listen PartySpoiler alert: This may be 1D’s best album yet.

by madeline roth

Twenty-five minutes before One Direction’s First Listen Party officially began, a scenic shot of the California coastline at dusk appeared on the big screen. The words “Directed by John Urbano” flashed across the lower left side, and theater No. 12 at Century Huntington Beach erupted in screams. Diehard Directioners knew exactly what this was, and sure enough, the opening guitar chords of 1D’s 2011 breakout hit “What Makes You Beautiful” played over the speakers and kicked off an emotional night on the most nostalgic note.

About 400 One Direction fans, including myself, attended the 4 p.m. screening of the band’s First Listen Party on Monday night (Nov. 2) in Huntington Beach, Calif. All across the country, thousands of other 1D fans were about to experience the same treat as us: listening to the band’s fifth album, Made In The A.M., for the first time, 11 days before its official release. Exciting? Yes. Bittersweet? HELL yes.

It’s no secret that this is an important, possibly career-defining album for One Direction. It’s their first since Zayn Malik left the band in March, and it’s their last before their impending hiatus(which they’ve relentlessly promised is NOT a breakup). The anticipation was sky-high and the mood was shrouded with uncertainty, but the second the “What Makes You Beautiful” music video appeared in front of our eyes, that nervous energy was immediately annihilated. It was time to dance.

That kicked off a chronological string of the guys’ most-loved videos from the past five years: “WMYB” was followed by “Live While We’re Young” (yes, everyone in the theater stood up to “row the boat”), “Kiss You,” “Best Song Ever,” “Story Of My Life” and “Steal My Girl.” It was a nice reminder of where the guys started and how far they’ve come, and every fan in the room was united in collective, uninhibited joy. We weren’t allowed to have our cell phones out, so no one was using the time to mug for Snapchat or brag on Twitter — we were just jamming out because that’s what we do when we hear our favorite songs.

At precisely 4 p.m., the room went dark and a girl at the back of the theater shouted, “DO NOT SCREAM DURING THE MUSIC, I’M SERIOUS.” Everyone applauded, and that was that: all 400 of us were in mutual agreement. We wouldn’t be selfish or obnoxious; we’d make sure this rare, collective experience was perfect for everyone. There was a sense of trust and camaraderie in the room, which is why I think everyone felt like it was a safe space to cry and laugh and squeal and scream. And we did all of that and more, because this album was a topsy-turvy roller coaster of emotions.

One Direction’s Final Tour Stop Was ‘Emotional’ In Every Sense Of The Word

  1. “Hey Angel”
  2. Drag Me Down
  3. Perfect
  4. Infinity
  5. “End of the Day”
  6. “If I Could Fly”Giphy
  7. “Long Way Down”
  8. “Never Enough”
  9. “Olivia”
  10. “What A Feeling”
  11. “Love You Goodbye”Tumblr
  12. “I Want To Write You A Song”Tumblr
  13. “History”
  14. “Temporary Fix”
  15. “Walking In The Wind”
  16. “Wolves”
  17. “A.M.”Giphy

1. “Hey Angel”

Each song was preceded by a short interview with one or more of the guys, during which they appeared individually and spoke about what the following track meant to them. Harry introduced “Hey Angel” by saying “it felt like the right way to set the tone. It felt very much like this album’s ‘Clouds,’” referring to Four’s final track. And while “Hey Angel” isn’t quite as anthemic, I get the comparison. It’s a lush, strongly-sung tune with a simple but memorable chorus: “I wish I could be more like you, do you wish you could be more like me?” During the song, we saw candid footage of the guys goofing off backstage: Harry (with a man bun; BLESS) fiddling on the guitar, Niall driving a golf cart and doing a little jig. When the guys sang, “I come alive when I hear your voice, it’s a beautiful sound, it’s a beautiful noise,” all I could do was nod in agreement. That’s how the 400 of us felt upon hearing the guys kill it straight out the gate.

2. “Drag Me Down”

We all know this one. It’s the very first taste we got of Made In The A.M., and the one that ushered in a new, post-Zayn era of 1D. Its confident and self-assured message was exactly what Directioners needed to hear after months of drama, but Liam admitted it didn’t quite start out so smooth. He said the writers pitched it to them as a mix between Taio Cruz and Maroon 5, which wasn’t so enticing at the time. But after they tweaked it and made it their own, it turned out to be “a nice introduction, especially after what’s gone on this past year,” Liam said. Fittingly, the space-themed vid played during the song and we all jammed the f—k out.

3.  “Perfect”

Harry introduced this song by calling it “the biggest pop song on the album,” and that’s definitely a fair assessment. “It’s a love song, but it’s not that romantic,” he continued. “It’s not thinking anything through, it’s just, ’Do you want to go do a bunch of fun stuff?’” Fair enough, Hazza. Of course, we saw the dreamy black-and-white vid while singing along — and the collective screams during Harry’s bedtime brooding scene were predictably loud AF.

4. “Infinity”

This previously-released power ballad is “one of the best” on the album, according to Harry, but it was far from the night’s most-loved song, mostly because we’d all heard it before and, honestly, there are more memorable ones. We saw candid concert footage while it played, including a couple fleeting shots of Zayn, during which everyone gasped a little.

5. “End of the Day”

“Straight away, the chorus just gets you,” Louis said before this song started playing, and MAN, he wasn’t kidding. This is a funny tune because it’s like two songs rolled into one: you have these really melodic verses, a simple but pretty bridge, and then, out of nowhere, a few drum beats kick in before this massive whopper of a chorus. “All I know at the end of the day, is you love who you love, there ain’t no other way,” they sing on the chant-like chorus, which reminded me a bit of Fun’s “We Are Young.”

6. “If I Could Fly”

OK, this is where things started to take a brutally emotional turn. “If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you,” sings Harry, who co-wrote this song with Johan Carlsson, the same guy he wrote Ariana Grande’s “Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart” with. The two songs actually sound a bit alike; they’re both piano ballads that build up and reach gorgeous heights. This one’s lyrically vulnerable, with Harry promising to show his heart “for your eyes only,” but the thing that made it totally chilling was the vintage 1D footage that played over it. This was the first time I heard sniffles and sobs around me, especially when the guys sang “I hope you don’t run from me” as footage of fans running after their tour bus appeared on the screen. Gut-wrenching, in every way.

7. “Long Way Down”

“Long Way Down” is a breakup song, but not the wallow-in-your-ice-cream-while-watching-“The Notebook” type. It’s more, as Liam said, about mourning “a relationship that you really wanted to work,” with a midtempo, Robbie Williams vibe. Niall added that he was told in the recording booth to sound grittier, “like Bruce [Springsteen],” and WOW, he really did manage to do that. Our Irishman’s all grown up, y’all!

8. “Never Enough”

If “Hey Angel” is Made In The A.M.’s “Clouds,” then “Never Enough” is its “Act My Age.” Niall intro’d this one by saying it’s his favorite song. “We were dancing around like crazy. I don’t even know why I love it, everything is just spot-on for me,” he said. There’s a lot going on here, including some “The Lion Sleeps Tonight”-esque underlying chants and random “HUH” sounds. And then there’s some trombone, trumpet and saxophone thrown in for good measure, as the guys sing about wanting to pull an all-nighter. It’s the type of song where you can sing along to it on the very first listen, and it’d definitely be a fun one to see live.

9. “Olivia”

Last week, Liam did us a solid and teased eight seconds of this song on Snapchat. The first time I heard that snippet, I immediately thought it sounded a bit like the Beatles, and the full song only hammers in that similarity. Harry said it’s one of his favorite songs because “it just feels like so much old stuff that I love.” He added that they recorded the strings at the iconic Abbey Road studio, so there you go — the Beatles’ spirit definitely lives on in “Olivia.” And because he knew we’re all wondering, Harry insisted it’s “not necessarily” about a girl. “It doesn’t have to be so literal,” he said, adding that it could be about a place or even a feeling. Hmm… the mystery continues.

10. “What A Feeling”

No, this is not a cover of the infamous “Flashdance” song, but it IS influenced by another throwback classic. Louis said it’s “got a little Fleetwood Mac in there,” and that’s an understatement, honestly. The bass line is pretty much exactly like Fleetwood’s “Dreams,” and the way the guys’ voices are layered over one another in the chorus is gorgeous (as are the lyrics: “What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms/ When the air ran out and we both started running wild, the sky fell down”). We saw black-and-white, behind-the-scenes footage from the “You & I” video during this one, which started out feeling a little random but ultimately kind of fit the mood.

11. “Love You Goodbye”

When I first read the tracklist for this album, I practically started choking up just by seeing the title of this song. But let’s clear up one thing: there’s no comma after “Love You,” so it’s not like you’re hanging up the phone with someone and telling them, “I love you, goodbye.” The inspiration here, as Louis said, is that “everyone has that moment after a breakup when you have to see your ex again.” So, yes, this song’s about… uh… loving someone right before you break up with them (“If tomorrow you won’t be mine, won’t you give it to me one last time/ Oh baby, let me love you goodbye”). And speaking of Louis, he has a huge, killer high note on this one that’ll make you fall out of your chair. Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya.

12. “I Want To Write You A Song”

Picture yourself alone in a sunny park with your favorite 1D guy. You’re sitting on the grass, he’s strumming softly on his guitar, and you’re listening, feeling blissful and peaceful and loved. That’s what listening to this song feels like. Liam said it was recorded in Chicago at 4 a.m. and his voice “sounded really, really bad,” but it somehow worked. I think that’s because it’s so structurally simple and minimalist, that it really relies on the guys to deliver sincerity and emotion in their voices. Louis, especially, shines during the chorus, sounding gravelly but sweet at the same time. Also, watching throwback footage from the guys’ Take Me Home album cover photoshoot while they sang, “Anytime I’m gone, you can listen to my voice and sing along/ I wanna write you a song” stripped everyone of their chill.

13. “History”

Niall introduced this track by explaining that it’s about the guys’ relationship with their fans, which immediately sent out the “code red” to alert everyone that their tear ducts were about to dehydrate. But here’s the thing about 1D and Directioners: At their core, these are people who like to have fun and be happy together. Moping and hating are not their style, so instead of commemorating the past five years with a weepy ballad, 1D made us smile with a fun singalong that’s easily one of the album’s most memorable. Sure, it was super emotional when we watched old footage of them with their fans throughout the years, as they sang “don’t let me go, don’t let me go.” But the chorus inspires such a spirit of invincibility that you can’t help but be optimistic: “You and me got a whole lot of history/ We could be the greatest thing that the world has ever seen/ You and me got a whole lot of history/ So don’t let it go, we could make some more, we can live forever!”

14. “Temporary Fix”

Good news, everyone: this album DOES have a “No Control” 2.0, and it’s the rock-fueled “Temporary Fix,” which Niall said was influenced by a “grungy night out.” Which… yes, please, tell us more! This one chronicles the plight of a girl stuck at the bar while an annoying dude talks her ear off. That’s when 1D swoop in and rescue her, vowing to be her “temporary fix.” Yep, this one’s a blast.

15. “Walking In The Wind”

Harry said his inspiration for this tune was Paul Simon’s iconic album Graceland, which is a bit of a tough comparison, only because Graceland was eclectic in every sense of the word. But it works here, especially as we see footage from the “Story of My Life” video, a song that had the same kind of vibe (same with “Ready To Run”). “Goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end, I’ll see your face again,” they sing. And of course we believe them.

16. “Wolves”

The “wolves” in question here, Liam explained, are touchy-feely dudes who try to talk to his girlfriend in the club. But you know what? Payne-o “ain’t going down without a fight.” We saw behind-the-scenes footage from the “Midnight Memories” vid over this foot-stomping song, which is especially fun with the “ooooh’s” that kind of sound like a wolf howling. Clever!

17. “A.M.”

This is One Direction’s “Closing Time” — an end-of-night tribute to good times that’s slightly (but fittingly) lackadaisical and simple. It also gets the award for the most fun lyric that had everyone going bananas the first time it popped up in the chorus: “We’re just swimming ‘round in our glasses, talking out of our asses.” Brilliant.

Seventeen songs later, we’d reached the end of Made In The A.M., and the four guys appeared on screen together to thank us for attending and to promise, “We’ll see you very soon when we’re back in the U.S.” As we filed out, the line for the 6 p.m. showing was already snaking around the hallway, and eager fans begged us to tell them how it was. “IT WAS LITERALLY LIFE-GIVING,” one girl answered, and honestly, no one could argue with her.

When I walked out of the theater, the air felt misty and there were puddles on the ground. It had rained while we were inside — something that, remember, is all too rare in Southern California — and it felt strangely appropriate. The sky had cried while Directioners had cried too, but it cleared up in time for us to get home safe and dry. And the same thing will happen with One Direction: things might be a little stormy for a while, but the sun’ll come out again. And in the mean time, we have a whole album of great new tunes to keep us company.

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Here’s Everything That Happened Inside One Direction’s Made In The A.M. First Listen Party
Spoiler alert: This may be 1D's best album yet.

Twenty-five minutes before One Direction’s First Listen Party officially began, a scenic shot of the California coastline at dusk appeared on the big screen. The words “Directed by John Urbano” flashed across the lower left side, and theater No. 12 at Century Huntington Beach erupted in screams. Diehard Directioners knew exactly what this was, and sure enough, the opening guitar chords of 1D’s 2011 breakout hit “What Makes You Beautiful” played over the speakers and kicked off an emotional night on the most nostalgic note.

About 400 One Direction fans, including myself, attended the 4 p.m. screening of the band’s First Listen Party on Monday night (Nov. 2) in Huntington Beach, Calif. All across the country, thousands of other 1D fans were about to experience the same treat as us: listening to the band’s fifth album, Made In The A.M., for the first time, 11 days before its official release. Exciting? Yes. Bittersweet? HELL yes.

It’s no secret that this is an important, possibly career-defining album for One Direction. It’s their first since Zayn Malik left the band in March, and it’s their last before their impending hiatus(which they’ve relentlessly promised is NOT a breakup). The anticipation was sky-high and the mood was shrouded with uncertainty, but the second the “What Makes You Beautiful” music video appeared in front of our eyes, that nervous energy was immediately annihilated. It was time to dance.

That kicked off a chronological string of the guys’ most-loved videos from the past five years: “WMYB” was followed by “Live While We’re Young” (yes, everyone in the theater stood up to “row the boat”), “Kiss You,” “Best Song Ever,” “Story Of My Life” and “Steal My Girl.” It was a nice reminder of where the guys started and how far they’ve come, and every fan in the room was united in collective, uninhibited joy. We weren’t allowed to have our cell phones out, so no one was using the time to mug for Snapchat or brag on Twitter — we were just jamming out because that’s what we do when we hear our favorite songs.

At precisely 4 p.m., the room went dark and a girl at the back of the theater shouted, “DO NOT SCREAM DURING THE MUSIC, I’M SERIOUS.” Everyone applauded, and that was that: all 400 of us were in mutual agreement. We wouldn’t be selfish or obnoxious; we’d make sure this rare, collective experience was perfect for everyone. There was a sense of trust and camaraderie in the room, which is why I think everyone felt like it was a safe space to cry and laugh and squeal and scream. And we did all of that and more, because this album was a topsy-turvy roller coaster of emotions.

One Direction’s Final Tour Stop Was ‘Emotional’ In Every Sense Of The Word

Hey Angel: Each song was preceded by a short interview with one or more of the guys, during which they appeared individually and spoke about what the following track meant to them. Harry introduced “Hey Angel” by saying “it felt like the right way to set the tone. It felt very much like this album’s ‘Clouds,’” referring to Four’s final track. And while “Hey Angel” isn’t quite as anthemic, I get the comparison. It’s a lush, strongly-sung tune with a simple but memorable chorus: “I wish I could be more like you, do you wish you could be more like me?” During the song, we saw candid footage of the guys goofing off backstage: Harry (with a man bun; BLESS) fiddling on the guitar, Niall driving a golf cart and doing a little jig. When the guys sang, “I come alive when I hear your voice, it’s a beautiful sound, it’s a beautiful noise,” all I could do was nod in agreement. That’s how the 400 of us felt upon hearing the guys kill it straight out the gate.

Drag Me Down: We all know this one. It’s the very first taste we got of Made In The A.M., and the one that ushered in a new, post-Zayn era of 1D. Its confident and self-assured message was exactly what Directioners needed to hear after months of drama, but Liam admitted it didn’t quite start out so smooth. He said the writers pitched it to them as a mix between Taio Cruz and Maroon 5, which wasn’t so enticing at the time. But after they tweaked it and made it their own, it turned out to be “a nice introduction, especially after what’s gone on this past year,” Liam said. Fittingly, the space-themed vid played during the song and we all jammed the f—k out.

Perfect: Harry introduced this song by calling it “the biggest pop song on the album,” and that’s definitely a fair assessment. “It’s a love song, but it’s not that romantic,” he continued. “It’s not thinking anything through, it’s just, ’Do you want to go do a bunch of fun stuff?’” Fair enough, Hazza. Of course, we saw the dreamy black-and-white vid while singing along — and the collective screams during Harry’s bedtime brooding scene were predictably loud AF.

Infinity: This previously-released power ballad is “one of the best” on the album, according to Harry, but it was far from the night’s most-loved song, mostly because we’d all heard it before and, honestly, there are more memorable ones. We saw candid concert footage while it played, including a couple fleeting shots of Zayn, during which everyone gasped a little.

End of the Day: “Straight away, the chorus just gets you,” Louis said before this song started playing, and MAN, he wasn’t kidding. This is a funny tune because it’s like two songs rolled into one: you have these really melodic verses, a simple but pretty bridge, and then, out of nowhere, a few drum beats kick in before this massive whopper of a chorus. “All I know at the end of the day, is you love who you love, there ain’t no other way,” they sing on the chant-like chorus, which reminded me a bit of Fun’s “We Are Young.”

If I Could Fly: OK, this is where things started to take a brutally emotional turn. “If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you,” sings Harry, who co-wrote this song with Johan Carlsson, the same guy he wrote Ariana Grande’s “Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart” with. The two songs actually sound a bit alike; they’re both piano ballads that build up and reach gorgeous heights. This one’s lyrically vulnerable, with Harry promising to show his heart “for your eyes only,” but the thing that made it totally chilling was the vintage 1D footage that played over it. This was the first time I heard sniffles and sobs around me, especially when the guys sang “I hope you don’t run from me” as footage of fans running after their tour bus appeared on the screen. Gut-wrenching, in every way.

“Long Way Down” is a breakup song, but not the wallow-in-your-ice-cream-while-watching-“The Notebook” type. It’s more, as Liam said, about mourning “a relationship that you really wanted to work,” with a midtempo, Robbie Williams vibe. Niall added that he was told in the recording booth to sound grittier, “like Bruce [Springsteen],” and WOW, he really did manage to do that. Our Irishman’s all grown up, y’all!

Never Enough: If “Hey Angel” is Made In The A.M.’s “Clouds,” then “Never Enough” is its “Act My Age.” Niall intro’d this one by saying it’s his favorite song. “We were dancing around like crazy. I don’t even know why I love it, everything is just spot-on for me,” he said. There’s a lot going on here, including some “The Lion Sleeps Tonight”-esque underlying chants and random “HUH” sounds. And then there’s some trombone, trumpet and saxophone thrown in for good measure, as the guys sing about wanting to pull an all-nighter. It’s the type of song where you can sing along to it on the very first listen, and it’d definitely be a fun one to see live.

Olivia: Last week, Liam did us a solid and teased eight seconds of this song on Snapchat. The first time I heard that snippet, I immediately thought it sounded a bit like the Beatles, and the full song only hammers in that similarity. Harry said it’s one of his favorite songs because “it just feels like so much old stuff that I love.” He added that they recorded the strings at the iconic Abbey Road studio, so there you go — the Beatles’ spirit definitely lives on in “Olivia.” And because he knew we’re all wondering, Harry insisted it’s “not necessarily” about a girl. “It doesn’t have to be so literal,” he said, adding that it could be about a place or even a feeling. Hmm… the mystery continues.

What a Feeling: No, this is not a cover of the infamous “Flashdance” song, but it IS influenced by another throwback classic. Louis said it’s “got a little Fleetwood Mac in there,” and that’s an understatement, honestly. The bass line is pretty much exactly like Fleetwood’s “Dreams,” and the way the guys’ voices are layered over one another in the chorus is gorgeous (as are the lyrics: “What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms/ When the air ran out and we both started running wild, the sky fell down”). We saw black-and-white, behind-the-scenes footage from the “You & I” video during this one, which started out feeling a little random but ultimately kind of fit the mood.

Love You Goodbye: When I first read the tracklist for this album, I practically started choking up just by seeing the title of this song. But let’s clear up one thing: there’s no comma after “Love You,” so it’s not like you’re hanging up the phone with someone and telling them, “I love you, goodbye.” The inspiration here, as Louis said, is that “everyone has that moment after a breakup when you have to see your ex again.” So, yes, this song’s about… uh… loving someone right before you break up with them (“If tomorrow you won’t be mine, won’t you give it to me one last time/ Oh baby, let me love you goodbye”). And speaking of Louis, he has a huge, killer high note on this one that’ll make you fall out of your chair. Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya.

I Want to Write You a Song: Picture yourself alone in a sunny park with your favorite 1D guy. You’re sitting on the grass, he’s strumming softly on his guitar, and you’re listening, feeling blissful and peaceful and loved. That’s what listening to this song feels like. Liam said it was recorded in Chicago at 4 a.m. and his voice “sounded really, really bad,” but it somehow worked. I think that’s because it’s so structurally simple and minimalist, that it really relies on the guys to deliver sincerity and emotion in their voices. Louis, especially, shines during the chorus, sounding gravelly but sweet at the same time. Also, watching throwback footage from the guys’ Take Me Home album cover photoshoot while they sang, “Anytime I’m gone, you can listen to my voice and sing along/ I wanna write you a song” stripped everyone of their chill.

History: Niall introduced this track by explaining that it’s about the guys’ relationship with their fans, which immediately sent out the “code red” to alert everyone that their tear ducts were about to dehydrate. But here’s the thing about 1D and Directioners: At their core, these are people who like to have fun and be happy together. Moping and hating are not their style, so instead of commemorating the past five years with a weepy ballad, 1D made us smile with a fun singalong that’s easily one of the album’s most memorable. Sure, it was super emotional when we watched old footage of them with their fans throughout the years, as they sang “don’t let me go, don’t let me go.” But the chorus inspires such a spirit of invincibility that you can’t help but be optimistic: “You and me got a whole lot of history/ We could be the greatest thing that the world has ever seen/ You and me got a whole lot of history/ So don’t let it go, we could make some more, we can live forever!”

Temporary Fix: Good news, everyone: this album DOES have a “No Control” 2.0, and it’s the rock-fueled “Temporary Fix,” which Niall said was influenced by a “grungy night out.” Which… yes, please, tell us more! This one chronicles the plight of a girl stuck at the bar while an annoying dude talks her ear off. That’s when 1D swoop in and rescue her, vowing to be her “temporary fix.” Yep, this one’s a blast.

Walking in the Wind: Harry said his inspiration for this tune was Paul Simon’s iconic album Graceland, which is a bit of a tough comparison, only because Graceland was eclectic in every sense of the word. But it works here, especially as we see footage from the “Story of My Life” video, a song that had the same kind of vibe (same with “Ready To Run”). “Goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end, I’ll see your face again,” they sing. And of course we believe them.

Wolves: The “wolves” in question here, Liam explained, are touchy-feely dudes who try to talk to his girlfriend in the club. But you know what? Payne-o “ain’t going down without a fight.” We saw behind-the-scenes footage from the “Midnight Memories” vid over this foot-stomping song, which is especially fun with the “ooooh’s” that kind of sound like a wolf howling. Clever!

A.M. This is One Direction’s “Closing Time” — an end-of-night tribute to good times that’s slightly (but fittingly) lackadaisical and simple. It also gets the award for the most fun lyric that had everyone going bananas the first time it popped up in the chorus: “We’re just swimming ‘round in our glasses, talking out of our asses.” Brilliant.

Seventeen songs later, we’d reached the end of Made In The A.M., and the four guys appeared on screen together to thank us for attending and to promise, “We’ll see you very soon when we’re back in the U.S.” As we filed out, the line for the 6 p.m. showing was already snaking around the hallway, and eager fans begged us to tell them how it was. “IT WAS LITERALLY LIFE-GIVING,” one girl answered, and honestly, no one could argue with her.

When I walked out of the theater, the air felt misty and there were puddles on the ground. It had rained while we were inside — something that, remember, is all too rare in Southern California — and it felt strangely appropriate. The sky had cried while Directioners had cried too, but it cleared up in time for us to get home safe and dry. And the same thing will happen with One Direction: things might be a little stormy for a while, but the sun’ll come out again. And in the mean time, we have a whole album of great new tunes to keep us company.