i made this connect as soon as i saw him do it for the first time lol

The Guest House

Originally posted by beui


Description: Yoongi the hostel owner slowly develops a rapport with a girl and her friends that keep visiting.  Maybe a bit of a flirtatious one.  Maybe even a little crush.  One night he gets protective on a date gone bad and it leads to smut.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: So, basically, this is based off an experience I had last week. Not the smut part (ughhhhh), but the whole hostel owner coming to save the day when this dude just wouldn’t get the hint and leave. I relayed the experience to @ellieljade , because I needed her to die with me, and we both decided it should be used for smut fuel. Like grown adults. 

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Wanting More

“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him. He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.

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 This is my first time writing a little bit of smut so hopefully it’s not horrible lol. Tell me if you want a part two!! 

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Harry calls you multiple times a week. The words I need you or I want you always made you feel a fire inside your belly.

He called you, he wants to be with you, you think to yourself. But then there’s times when you second guess yourself. If he actually wanted to see you or just have his dick sucked off.

You knew deep down the real answer but you pushed that in the back of your mind as you walked towards his flat at 12:30pm. He called you when you were at home lying in bed watching friends. You were going to have a night in this Friday, but harry rang you when you were in the mist of a laughing attack after the scene that just played out on your tv.

Not looking at the caller ID you picked up your phone, “hello?”

“What are you doing right now?” Harry quickly said with no introduction.

“Hello to you too. I’m fine thanks for asking.” You say sarcastically as you stuff your face with popcorn.

“Can you come over?” He asks eagerly.

You roll your eyes to look at your clock beside your bed side table.

“Harry it’s 12am…”

“I know, I know. It’s just….” Harry stops, trails off, and sighs.

“I need you, I really fucking need you right now.” His voice becomes low and husky.

Your cheeks turn red at his statement, he’s said it so many times, but it still makes you blush. You try and cover your face only to realize no one was actually here.

There was a long silence before you said, “ I’ll be there in 15.” You start getting up to brush your teeth. You didn’t want Harry to taste kettle corn on your lips.

You can hear Harry sigh in relief. “Ok drive safe, love.”

“I will bye.” You hang up the phone and your superego mentally yells at you. You ignore it even though you know you shouldn’t.

You and Harry have been doing this for awhile now. You don’t even know what it’s called. I guess it’s friends with benefits but you hated that term. You guys were just casual friends. But you always felt as if there was something more…


You made it to Harry’s door, you rummage through your little bag to try and find the spare key harry gave to you, after this became a regular thing. But before you could get it you hear the door unlock, and harry grabs your wrists and brings you inside.

Before you had time to even greet him he had you pushed up against the door frame and connecting his lips to yours. You were shocked at first but quickly kissed him back. Harry’s hands were on your waists as he brought his lips down your neck leaving trails down your neck.

“Someone’s a bit eager?” You says in between breathes. Harry has already got you flustered, hot, and bothered and you just came in the door.

“What took you so long?” He’s now kissing your collar bone, as he places his hands up your hoodie. “You said 15 minutes, that was bloody 30 minutes.”

Your heart was racing. “ I’m sorry, you called me at a very inconvenient time. I was in my Pjs looking like a mess. I had to get cleaned up a bit.”

Harry shakes his head and you frowned. He makes his way up your neck to your ear and whispers. “You look good in anything, you know I don’t give a fuck.”

You smile into Harry’s kiss cause you knew that. Harry would always make an effort to tell you that you don’t need to dress up for things like this. But I guess you were compensating for wishing you could get all dressed up and go out to dinner with Harry or something like that.

You quickly threw that thought in the back of your head and locked it up, for now. You didn’t want to think about that right now.

Harry brought you up to his room, and lays you down. It was dark but the street lights seeping through his blinds was enough to get a good look at Harry. Everytime you saw him you couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. His green eyes scans over your body as you take your hoodie off and he smirks at his favorite bra that he likes on you. You come towards him and slowly kiss his neck as your hands slowly went to his waist band and you started touching his hard.

“Oh fuck Y/N” Harry groans. You push him on the bed and take his boxers off and he flung up. He watches you as you take it in your hand and lick the tip. Harry shutters.

“Tell me what you want Harry” you whisper as you rub his balls.

“I-I just su-ck me off. Please just-” before he could finish you took him in your mouth. You could feel the veins of his cocks rub against tongue and you pushed harder. Bobbing your head as you placed your hands on his thighs feeling them up and down.

Harry was trying to control himself he always does, but he can’t help taking your hair in between his fingers and pulling your head closer. But you loved it when he did that, you loved his dominant side.

“Oh my god. Y/N… babe yes yes.” Harry grunts as you can feel him quiever inside your mouth. “I’m so close, can I… in your..” you knew what he meant and you agreed like you always did. But he was always so sweet to ask first. And soon after I looked at him with his cock in my mouth, he came in your mouth and you swallowed it all.

Before you could even catch your breath Harry had you on the bed and pulling off your pants. “Now it’s my turn.” He tells you. He pulls down your panties and gently glides his fingers over your slit.

“Already so warm and wet for me.” He says while hovering over you and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you.

“What do you want, love?” He asks as he brings your bra off your shoulder exposing your bare chest.

“Just fuck me Harry, please.” You whine cause you know he was teasing you. He likes too see you beg.

Harry looks like he’s thinking for a second and then shakes his head. You sigh and was about to yell at him that he made you come all the way here at 12am-

You Moan as he bent down to place your plump nipples in his mouth. He licked in between your breasts and left you sweet kisses.

“You are very pretty.” He says between kissess and you blushed even more then you already are.

Suddenly you felt Harry’s warm fingers on your clit and you jolted. He placed two fingers there and started moving in circles while still kissing your chest. You were panting.

“Harry… oh my gosh.” You felt him slid in two fingers and you couldn’t help but move your hips deeper into Harry’s fingers.

“Faster Harry, c'mon.” You pleaded.

“I want you to fuck my fingers babe, you do it.” You almost wanted to scream but Harry liked watching you move your hips.

You started a movement as your hips were trying to get the right angel, and when you did you couldn’t stop. You arched your back and started bouncing.

Your boobs started banging against your chest as Harry watch you in awe riding his fingers.

“Harry, im clo-se” but you need more movement you needed harry to move his fucking fingers.

“No not yet.” Harry demands.

“Harry….I need more-” before you finished he pulled his fingers out and you gasped, but before you had time to yell at him. He slide his cock right inside of you and both of you let out a huge Moan.

“Fuck, your so tight. I love it.” Harry pants. You could see the sweet on his forehead as he thrusts into you. You both were uttering curse words and on cloud nine because sex together is always the best.

Harry leans down and places wet kisses down your body and you just wanted him closer, even more closer then this.

You wanted him, all of him.

Harry grabs yours legs and spreads them even wider as he places his thumb back into your clit and rubs it. Pleasure was coursing through your whole body now and you didn’t want it to end.

“Tell me how it feels Y/N, tell me.” He demands.

“So good harry!” He thrusts harder “oh my gosh so fucking good I love your cock it fits perfectly.” You tell him and he smirks as he watches how you react to him. How every body part wanted him, and he loved it. He loved doing this with you.

“I’m close” Harry tells you as he grabs your hips and pushes you harder. And you were too.

Harry leans over and kisses you like his life depended on it while he slammed inside you and that’s when you both came undone.

You were coming down from your high when Harry was still hovering over you. You were both just staring into each others eyes, and you would do anything to know what he was thinking.

But he leans and gives you a slow and passionate kiss. It wasn’t like the few you shared while you were getting off.

But this was sweeter and slow.

Then Harry tumbles to the side of you. The room was silent for a little with both of you still trying to catch your breath. No matter how many times you do it with Harry, your body is still exhausted every damn time.

“I’m sorry if I called too late.” Harry’s face fell as You looked over at the his clock behind him and saw that it was 1:47am.

“It’s alright, Harry. I wasn’t doing anything just watching Tv.” You reassure him. Even if you were busy you always had time for him, or you would make time. You couldn’t help but tuck the little strand of his curl behind his ear. Your hand was on the side of his cheek as you gently strocked it.

“I know but you have to drive back home at almost bloody 2am.” You quickly take your hand back from his cheek and frown.

“Wait what?”

Harry yawns “I said that you have to drive really late at night to get back home.”

Then it dawned on you.

He wanted you to go home.

He didn’t want you here.

He did just want you to suck his dick.

You’ve never been to his house this late before, so the option of spending the night was never an option. But you thought maybe tonight… wow you felt so stupid.

You quickly got up and turned your back to him and started to get dress, suddenly feeling weird naked around him.

“I mean you don’t have to leave right now, you can wait a half hour or something if your a little soar or something.” Harry tries pulling your wrist back to him but you snatched it away.

“No, I should go. Your right.” You slip your underwear and pants back on and throw on your hoodie. You could feel him staring at you, and you just wanted to leave. You shouldn’t of even came you told yourself. You grabbed your phone and without saying a word, went downstairs.

You could hear Harry’s footsteps following you as you put on your shoes and picked up the keys you dropped on the floor. The memory of tonight’s events still fresh in your mind. And even when he is kicking you out you still wanted to stay. You wanted to smack yourself.

“Y/N are you alright?” Harry turns you around before you could leave with an frown on his face. You mentally sighed. You shouldn’t blame Harry. He understands that this is a casual thing. I shouldn’t be mad if he didn’t want anything more then just this.

Rule number one of this arrangement, don’t catch feelings. He clearly hadn’t so that’s that.

You crack a fake smile “Yeah I’m good. Next time don’t call me too late!” You fake laugh trying to wash away the sadness.

He smiles and nods and it looks like he was about to say something. You were hoping for him to tell you to stay. That he wanted to lay with you and just hold you in his arms, because that’s what you wanted so badly.

But he didn’t. He just placed his hand on the sides of your face and kisses you. You didn’t want to feel those butterflies in your stomach but you did, and you knew you couldn’t help it.

“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him.

He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.

So you leave knowing you would make it back. You liked Harry he was a good friend, you didn’t want to ruin whatever you had going on right now. So as you got in your car and started driving away. You decided to burry your feelings just a little deeper.

You wiped away the small tear that was falling down your cheek. He would just break your heart anyway. Forget your feelings.

This was for the best.

Part 2: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/158552976554/wanting-more-part-2 *

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Thin Walls (Jaehyun x Reader)

Hey! Long time no see! It’s been a minute since I last posted something or filled a request, and the guilt of not doing so was slowly eating away at me lol I managed to throw this one together after forever and it took so long because I was struggling hard core on the actual smut. It’s just so difficult trying not to repeat a scene I’ve done previously in the exact same way, etc. But finals are coming up, and I’ll be trying my darndest to chip away at these requests as best as I can! Hope you all enjoy this one!!!

P.S. I miss his curly permed hair, it brought me so much joy :’) He just looks so soft and cuddly, bless his soul I love him so so much !!

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Moving to one of the biggest cities, you had your hopes high, but not too high. You knew it wasn’t a perfect place, with perfect people who had perfect lives and perfect apartments. There were the dumpster divers, the druggies in the alleyways, and the snobs that flaunted their glittery 24 caret plumage on their wrists and necks, suffocating themselves with mink coats and expensive cigarettes. But you were determined to ignore all of it, the people who mattered were like you; starving, but alive, living their big dreams regardless of the struggle. You clung to those people, the places they frequented, and learned to love and appreciate the side of this city that was your new home. You were stable and free now, able to pursue the things you enjoyed and make a living to support yourself. 


If there was one thing you loved above all else, it was your flat. It had been a treasure find during a hot summer night not very different from the one now, your mind a little hazed by the one too many drinks you’d tipped back at a friend’s house party. Your body buzzing as you wandered back to your temporary home at a hotel, feeling drawn to take a new street instead of the subway.

The sign was a rickety chalkboard with words scribbled across it in blue chalk, advertising an empty apartment for rent. You almost paid no heed to it, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed and pass out, maybe even throw up in the nearest trash can. Something prompted you to grab one of the pamphlets pinned to the board and shove it in your purse for later, didn’t hurt to try, right? You didn’t think twice about it until the next morning when the sun cracked above the horizon, bolting upright and scrabbling for your cellphone to dial the number, despite your massive head ache from your hangover. Pickings were slim in the trendy city of Seoul, millions of people vying for a place to call their own, you had to give it a try because it might be your only chance for a while. Plus, you were tired of hopping from one cheap hotel to the next and crashing at your friends’ flats. You needed a place to call your own.

A soft spoken old woman had picked up, her motherly voice cooing like a mourning dove as she gave you a time to stop by to tour the flat. You had arrived way too early due to eagerness, the building being located on one of the most popular and famous streets only added to its charm. Lovely and eclectic themed coffee shops, boutiques, and makeup and bookstores lined the street, making it one of the busiest. If you weren’t already ready to sign the dotted line, the moment you walked in was the last word.

When she had brought you up that creaky elevator that seemed to soar up and up into the sky, your breath had been taken away as soon as you walked into the apartment. It wasn’t the newest, but it had an old charm to it. Exposed brick on the outer walls, windows stretching wide to depict the city skyline, and it could be all yours. She had warned you about some problems like creaky pipes, leaks, and especially the thin walls since you shared one with one other apartment. You could care less at that point, already ready to sign the contract and call the humble little place yours.

So here you were now, the humid night setting in as you sat lounging on your couch, dripping in sweat and absolutely sweltering. All your windows were cracked, the old AC cranked as high as it could go, and one greasy fan that struggled to spin, which hardly made much of a difference at all. You were dressed in only your underwear and a sports bra, trying to cool yourself off as you pressed an ice pack to the back of your neck with another annoyed groan.

Today had been your day off, wanting nothing more than to go outside and enjoy it, but the heat was so stifling you’re sure you would have roasted under the sun in five minutes. So you stayed inside, trying to mind your own business as usual and take a day to yourself. All afternoon you heard the same old usual sounds from your next door neighbor, not even bothered by the incredible thinness of the wall that divided your two apartments anymore. He was young and gorgeous, a college student living off campus, pursuing a degree in music. You’d met him only on a few occasions, and he was sweet and personable enough, but it felt like the two of you were connected somehow. You knew him better than those simple hellos in the hallway and so did he. The wall was so thin and hollow that the two of you could almost perfectly hear what the other was doing all the time, which irked and frightened you at first. Sometimes it even felt like your flats weren’t separated at all, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you saw him walking around your living room one day.

You didn’t want to lie to yourself, he really was completely beautiful. Your heart nearly leapt into your throat every time you saw him smile, his dimples poking out cutely at even the smallest quirk of his soft looking lips. He towered over you, making your pulse race whenever he stopped you in the hallway to let you know about a problem the building was having, his warm hand burning a permanent brand on your shoulder. You couldn’t say you were in love with him, not yet. But you could say you liked him very, very much and at the moment was completely entranced by him.

Jung Jaehyun loved to sing, his velvety voice usually would ring throughout your floor during the day. He sang everything, even his own compositions, which he knew you could hear, almost like he wanted to know your opinion. You loved to listen to him while you cooked, or when you showered, sometimes humming or singing softly back to him, just so you could let him know it was okay for him to continue. In all honestly, you enjoyed it more than you realized, and he knew it too.

Little did you know, he knew a lot of things. Those walls kept no secrets, especially the ones you wouldn’t even dare utter aloud.

Passing him in the thin, musty hallway always seemed to make your heart beat fast enough to burst from your chest. You were sure that he could probably see your whole body shaking from just the greeting he shot you, dimples poking out coyly as he pressed himself against the wall to let you pass. He smelled like a man, rough and homey, something familiar and something that made you crave to be near him again and again. You hated how easily he could twist you around his finger and the two of you were barely friends, just neighbors politely living next to one another.

You let your head fall back against the couch, the magazine you were using to fan yourself picking up speed as you thought of your neighbor and his mischievous ways. He was probably in the same position as you, slouched onto his couch, most likely gloriously shirtless as he attempted to break the relentless heat wave that was trapped in the city. Your face turned a darker shade of red, childishly tossing your magazine across the room as your mind swam with desirable images of Jaehyun lounging on his couch with less and less clothing as time went by. You groaned loudly, standing up to go suffer in bed when you heard a familiar noise on the other side of the wall, a velvety humming.

You crept silently over to the wall, wincing every time a rickety floorboard creaked. Settling softly against the wall, you pressed your ear to it, straining to hear just what was happening on the other side. It was a gentle hum, reminiscent of a cat purring, so close to the wall the sound tingled your ear. His voice so silky that even the most expensive lengerie couldn’t compete with the sheer amount of sexiness and comfort you received from hearing it.

The good part comes between wanting and needing,” Jaehyun crooned from behind the wall, and you turned to press your forehead to the faded blue paint, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you swayed back and forth where you sat. He knew oh so well how much you loved it when he sang sensual pieces; knew how much the sound of him humming those words turned you on. It was an unspoken arrangement that neither of you were prepared to mention when you passed each other in the hall.

Because who knew what would happen if you did? Where it would lead?

You swore you heard the boy on the other side give a sharp inhale of breath, but paid no attention when he sang the next bit, “When it’s less about eating and more about feeding.”

Biting your lip, you slid a hand up and down your exposed thigh, sighing wantonly when you heard him shift on the other side. You wished desperately for him to be in front of you, arms open for you, lips waiting to be kissed, and eyes filled to the brim with lust. You gave a soft gasp as you slid a hand over your panties, feeling a heat beginning to grow in your stomach, and a wetness form in between your legs.

In between…right where you wanted Jaehyun.

You heard him shudder on the other side of the wall, the erotic and strangely familiar metallic sound of a belt unbuckling caused your hips to buck into your fingers that were gliding over the covered folds of your heat. You pressed a finger to your clit and bit back a moan when you heard the clunk of a buckle hitting the wood floors, a relieved groan reached you through the wall and you cried out in response.

How he managed to continue to sing was a mystery to you, but you could hardly believe you ears as he sang, “You know the best could always be better.” You pulled your panties down your smooth thighs and immediately slid a finger into your soaking heat, illiciting a gasp that mirrored Jaehyun’s. The way you practically dripped onto the wood floors made you blush as your walls tightened around you finger. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, barely being able to imagine him without passing out from want; pants unbottoned, belt messily undone, briefs hastily pulled down in order to let his hard member breathe. His hand almost shaking as he attempted to control the quavering in his voice, “When the hardest could be harder…”

You heard him groan and you moaned in response, nails clawing against the wall as you pumped your fingers inside yourself, imagining it was him. You slumped against the wall and used your other hand to rub your clit hurriedly, feeling so close you could hardly stand it. You clung on to each word, knowing his hand was moving in tandem with yours, breathing synchronized as he practically moaned the next words, “And the wettest is wetter.”

You cried out his name, just about to finally come when his voice cut you short, “Stop, _____.”

You immediately retracted you hand while panting, waiting for him to continue, wanting to whine from your need to release. His voice was low, calm and full of command, but you heard how he strained to keep it level. “Listen closely, baby girl. Go unlock your door. Then I want you in your bed. Naked. Do you understand?”

Your lips quivered in want, “Yes.”

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to go, your body moved quickly, instinctively and driven by want as you scrambled to the door. Your hands trembled as you slid the lock over, hardly believing what you were about to do. You clambered towards your bedroom, clicking all the lights off and flicking on your bedside lamp and fairy lights you had strewn over your headboard. Then you yanked your curtains open on your large window that took up an entire wall, allowing the rainbow ambient light ofSeoul to seep in through the glass. You stilled for a moment, hearing footsteps in the hallway, the clunk of your door handle being grasped as it was turned. You panicked and struggled to rip off your panties and sports bra, realizing as soon as you hopped on your bed that your entire room was a disaster. You were about to scream into the nearest pillow when you heard short knocks on your door frame. Too late now.

He was too much, period. The boy was sculpted from something close to the gods, with a body gorgeously lean, his frame broad, and legs long enough for you to climb. He wore nothing but a pair of dark briefs, the outline of his hard member pressing insistently against the fabric as if taunting you. Everything about him was either dark or light, a contrast that made your knees weak. His dark hair was a beautiful mess, like he frequently ran his fingers through it. His ebony eyes drew you in and kept you there, not allowing your own gaze to wander anywhere else. Jaehyun stepped towards the bed, fingers running over the cool silk of your sheets you had spent so much money on. You saw a small smile flicker over his lips that made your body quiver, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

It’s going to be fun ruining that silk.

When he got onto the bed, you gasped at the predator look in his eyes as he crawled towards you on all fours. The bed creaked lightly as you shifted back on instinct, even though you felt so drawn toward him, wanting nothing more than to finally touch him. You realized you have never laid a single finger on him and he you, but both of you were so completely enraptured with one another even when there was a wall separating you. It was honestly poetic, and strangely beautiful.

Unmuffled, his voice was even more velvety, “You don’t know how often I thought about this very scenario.” He laid you down and crawled up your body, careful to not touch you, not yet. “All those nights when I could hear you touching yourself, moaning my name as you finally came.”

Your body shook, wanting to squeeze your eyes shut from embarrassment, but Jaehyun held your gaze. You pressed your thighs together as he leaned closer to you, his hair tickling your forehead, “Were you imagining my fingers, baby girl? Or maybe my tongue?”

You could hardly answer, eyes wide as his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered, “If you really want it that bad, princess, why don’t I give it to you?”

With that he closed the gap between your bodies, allowing his entire frame to press against you along with his soft lips. They glided so easily against yours, like they were meant for one another. One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, allowing him complete control of you as he slipped his sinful tongue into your mouth. You moaned in appreciation at the slick feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, tasting the tea he had been drinking earlier. He pulled away for air, panting as he slid down your body dragging his tongue over your  skin. He pressed wet kisses to your breasts and ribs, hands gripping your hips as he groaned against your skin, “I’m going to cover every inch of your skin with my tongue, until your fucking begging for it, baby girl.”

You gazed down at him as he worked lower and lower, your body glistening from where his mouth left. Hovering over your dripping heat, he blew cool air on it, smirking at the way you arched off the bed. The moment his tongue made contact with your lower lips, your hand found his dark locks, tangling your fingers through them. He released a groan from the taste, attacking your clit with his lips as he sucked at it mercilessly. His ebony eyes stared up at you and you could feel the smirk against your inner thigh as he went to bite at the soft skin there, leaving a dark purple hickey. He didn’t leave just one though, that wasn’t Jaehyun’s style. He wanted to wake up to you tomorrow morning, thighs littered with bruises and violently purple hickeys. As he nosed along your inner thighs, your body began to tremble and ache as he revisited old markings, biting and pressing kisses to them, “J-Jaehyun!…Please!”

He pulled away and regarded you with amusement, “Please what, baby girl?” He was enjoying himself, dragging his tongue over those cheeky bruises proudly.

You shifted your hips to make your point clear, too embarrassed to ask aloud for what you really wanted him to do. He tilted his head innocently, licking his bottom lip from one corner to the other as he traced his tongue over your taste. Deep down you realized that Jaehyun wouldn’t give you what you wanted if you didn’t give him what he wanted. It was a game of give and take, and you needed to swallow your pride.

You gulped, voice straining with want, “P-please fuck me with your fingers and tongue, Jaehyun.”

“Hmmm,” he simpered, letting a finger lightly trace over your clit. “Since you were such a good listener earlier, I’ll give you what you want.” He leaned closer to your lower lips, but stopped himself, looking up at you through his lashes as he whispered, “Make sure to pay me back later though.”

You let out a sigh of relief as he began to eat you out, his tongue doing things you’d only imagined before all of this. You almost had to pinch yourself because everything felt so surreal. Your neighbor, who you’ve only politely spoken to in the hallway, was now eating you out better than any other person you’ve been with. You weren’t sure you were going to survive until morning.

Jaehyun worked a finger past your folds, the slickness of your heat allowing it to slide in easily. At the sound of your moans of approval, he worked another finger in with a small smirk, hardly believing all this was happening as well. He held the same sentiments as you, having to mentally slap himself from stopping just to stare in awe at you. You had to be the most beautiful and interesting girl he’d ever laid eyes upon, the first moment he saw you he was already decided. You were his muse. The mysterious subject to his songs he wrote, the girl in all of them…they were you.

“______,” he hummed your name, allowing his tongue to soak in your taste, committing your moans and sounds of pleasure to memory. To him, they were more beautiful than any song he could compose, completely gorgeous. His fingers quickened their pace, feeling your walls convulse around them as you neared release. He pulled his mouth away, allowing his fingers to do all the work as he regarded you with that dangerous look in his eyes again. He looked like a predator debating whether he was going to eat you now or later as he murmured, “Should I let you come, ________? Have you earned it?”

You whimpered, hands scrabbling for his hair and tugging at it insistantly, “Y-yes.”

He slowed his pace, brows furrowing, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Jaehyun!…,” you recovered frantically, hips urging him along as he continued at his original pace.

“That’s what I thought,” he simpered, fingers thrusting into you so powerfully that your body rocked the bed. “How bad do you want it? Tell me just how bad you want me to make you come.”

His fingers, quickening slightly, distracted you as you attempted to form a coherent sentence, “I-I want it, Jaehyun!” Thinking swiftly, you added, “Please, baby!” Looking pitiful was always a good way to get what you wanted, or it could just make things much worse.

Luckily, Jaehyun’s dark eyes softened as he saw the tears beginning to pool in yours, “Whatever you want, baby girl.” He bent his head down again, his hot breath on your inner thighs sending your mind into overdrive as he latched onto your clit and his fingers sped up. Your toes curled, thighs trembling as your high approached, hips rolling into Jaehyun mouth as you fucked back against his fingers. You cried out, body shaking as he finger fucked you through your high, drawing out that feeling of ecstasy for as long as he could.

He didn’t stop there though, he kept going long after your release ended. Weakened by your orgasm you squirmed beneath him and his mouth as he continued to work you, fingers not quitting their breakneck pace. You cried out, hands weakly trying to push him away as the overstimulation made your thighs shake, “J-Jaehyun please!…”

Tears of passion leaked down your face from the sheer pleasure he was giving you, only pulling away after he glanced up and saw them. He immediately pulled your body into his chest and kissed the tear tracks from your cheeks, hushing you softly. You took a shaky breath as he laid you down on your back, hovering over you. His eyes raced over your curves and features, fingers tracing your Cupid’s bow as he pressed kissed to your lips and neck. He sucked another hickey, this time very noticeably on your neck; the boy had to have an obsession with marking, you decided, not the least bit upset by that fact. Your eyelids slid close as his mouth worked over your neck, your hand sliding down his chest to his hips, sliding over his briefs to brush against his member.

He let out a soft groan, his hips rocking into your hand begging, wanting for more touch. You massaged him over his too tight briefs, wanting nothing more than to give him relief and feel him inside you. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered softly, “I want you so bad, Jaehyun.”

You felt him shiver above you, his hands already traveling from your hips to the waistband at his. He seemed to tower above you as he slid his briefs off, allowing you to stare as he kneeled above your body. You took in his lean muscles, your nails softly raking down his chest which caused him to release a shaky breath from the feeling. Your soaked heat throbbed at the sight of his erect member that weeped precum, your body already ready to feel another release.

Acting purely out of lust and a little bit of instinct, you pushed him off of you and turned around, getting on your hands and knees. You immediately felt his hands on your hips as he bent over your body and pressed open mouth kisses to your back. Seeing you like this somehow sobered Jaehyun up, his lips moving softly against your skin as he murmured, “Are you sure, ______?”

You could tell by his voice that he was making sure this wasn’t going to be something you would regret or try to brush off. You felt commitment and real affection in Jaehyun’s touch, which reassured you and gave you hope for what would come out of all of this. You were definitely sure, “Yes, I trust you, baby.”

You felt a smile against your skin, the feeling of the atmosphere suddenly so much more intimate and romantic as he teased your opening with the tip of his member. You breathed out to steady yourself as he carefully pushed into you, your walls already so tight around him. Jaehyun groaned at the satisfying feeling, his hands that gripped your hips squeezed you tightly. You let out a gasp, the same emotions washing over you as well as he slid in to the hilt easily. You felt connected, complete.

You urged him to move by rocking back into him, his hips rolling into you as you gave him your approval. The warmth of the day was nowhere close to the burning heat you were feeling now, the way Jaehyun’s hips snapped into you as he pummeled your core left you completely star struck. You could feel him panting against the skin of your back as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into you. Minutes felt like hours as he fucked you into pleasurable oblivion, his stamina impressive. When his thrusts became more eratic, you reached down to rub your clit, hips pulled by his warm hands to fuck back against him.

His velvet voice sounded tight as he groaned, “Baby girl, you’re gonna make me come.”

As he spoke those words, you couldn’t help but almost release; every time he opened his mouth your body practically shook. Your walls slid around him, tightening as you neared your second high of the night, “Ah!…”

“Fuck!,” he cursed, releasing his hot seed inside of you, his head thrown back as you came as well. Your arms have put underneath you and your face pressed deeply into the sheets as Jaehyyn groaned above you, his hips rocking ever so slightly to prolong his orgasm. Your body felt on fire, hair sticking to your forehead as he pulled out of you gently.

Your mind was a complete blur as Jaehyyn carefully cleaned you up, pressing kisses as he made you comfortable, hardly realizing that you were laying in his arms. He played with your messy hair, untangling the knots left by him during his passion as he hummed soothingly. As your head cleared, you attempted to think of something to say, anything really. The entire situation was whack, to say the least. You just had sex with your neighbor, after masturbating with him, and having only really talked to him a few times in the hallway. You were crazy and your skin was heating up at the fact that you had tricked yourself earlier into thinking he might have real feelings for you.

Disappoint began to seep into your bones as you turned to him, afraid to make eye contact with his burning gaze. You might as well break the silence, get it over with and rip it off like a bandaid. Mustering up the courage, you murmured his name, “Jaehyun.”

“Hm?,” he hummed, fingers now tracing your nose and cheekbones. His sweet actions hurt you, knowing that they honestly meant nothing. He looked up at you expectantly, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he saw you preparing yourself like you were about to give him a speech or lecture.

He was just being polite.

“You-,” you started horribly, stuttering as you tripped over your own words, “L-listen, I-”

“_______.” He stopped you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You bit your tongue as he spoke up, gentle and reassuring, “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

You felt like you were burst into tears at any moment, those words of his only adding to your false hope. Your lip quivered, “It’s not okay though.”

“No, it is,” he cupped your cheek, drawing you impossibly closer into his arms. His dark eyes suddenly changed, a nervousness penetrating them as his entire counternance shifted and something so innocent and puppy-like was left behind. You watched as he bit his lip and looked away from you, his voice soft, “Can I tell you something?”

You were confused, but nodded anyway as he propped himself up on his elbow. He picked at your bedding anxiously, “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.” Jaehyun breathed out deeply, almost in an annoyed huff, “I wanted to take you out for coffee, go to my favorite book store, show you the best record shop this side of the city…but that didn’t happen.” He flopped onto his back, passing a hand over his face as your jaw practically dropped to the floor, “But I went and rushed it, all because I was fucking horny and knew you were probably listening…”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m literally such a dumb ass. I hope you’ll forgive me because I really really like you, ______.” He glanced over at you and his eyes widened at your shocked expression, “What?”

“You mean it? You mean all of it?,” you whispered, heart racing as he turned towards you again.

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, a small smile lifting the corners of his soft lips. You mirrored his look when you noticed his dimples poking out, begging for you to give them a kiss.

And you did, just because you could.

He laughed a beautifully melodic laugh, his eyes smiling, hair messy, with dimples framing his face as he pressed kiss after kiss to your body. Honestly, you still couldn’t believe your luck. Or was it luck at all? Jaehyun couldn’t believe it either as you snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep feeling content and peaceful. Everything was changing from here on out, and it definitely was for the better.

RFA Highschool AU part. 2

Second part of this post

Yoosung  

  • this little bean was in biology
  • he had stupidly forgot his pencil
  • cliche I know 
  • boi was having a mini breakdown 
  • MC felt sorry for him and lent him one
  • he deadass heard bells when he saw MC
  • he made it his goal to lowkey be around them and hope they gradually notice his presence
  • without actually interacting with them 
  • he stalks them on social media 
  • tries to be discreet about it but ends up liking a photo from three years ago
  • Seven calls him out on this
  • he’s always dropping highkey hints that Yoosung has a thing for MC
  • anyway he does his stalking from a distance thing for two months until he becomes lab partners with MC
  • lil bun thought he’d been blessed 
  • really shy at first but gradually gets more comfortable with them 
  • always making biology related puns
  • one day he’s like 
  • ‘wanna be the substrate to my enzyme’
  • MC says yes because who can say no to biology related pick up lines 

Zen

  • met MC at drama club 
  • MC is the costume designer
  • he always noticed that the costumes were all really well made so he asked the director who made them 
  • he directed Zen to the sewing club 
  • were he found MC surrounded by a coven of sewers 
  • he kinda just stood there awkwardly cause it seemed as if he’d stepped in on something sacred 
  • he starts to notice MC more and how they dress so  a e s t h e t i c 
  • starts to create random excuses to go visit MC 
  • ‘a button came off my shirt’
  • ‘my leggings ripped’
  • ‘'wouldn’t this hat look so much better with sequins’
  • also roped MC into tutoring him in maths 
  • MC was annoyed at first but got used to his presence 
  • all the other girls in sewing club tease her whenever Zen pops in
  • asked MC out in an really elaborate way
  • it involved tieing red ribbon to MC’s locker and making her follow it until she reaches Zen who was waiting to confess 
  • MC was so happy he decided to ignore that he had wasted the whole sewing clubs supply of red ribbon 

Jaehee 

  • MC and Jaehee met in cooking class
  • Jaehee was trying to resurrect her omelette and failing 
  • whilst MC was whipping up some Gordon Ramsey shit recipe
  • Jaehee is like ?????¿¿¿¿
  • they didn’t really interact until MC came storming into the student council office with a batch of cookies 
  • MC was the only one in after school so she was like ?????¿¿¿¿ part.2
  • MC says they were stressing about exams so they started baking and now they had a batch of cookies and no one to share it with 
  • Jaehee had only had coffee so she was game
  • they ended up talking and binging on cookies for two hours before the school caretaker kicked them out
  • it became their little thing 
  • MC would give their extras to Jaehee and they would snack on them in the student council office 
  • Jaehee swears MC is trying to fatten her up
  • MC says only slightly 
  • this carries on for like six months till Jaehee realises she’s catching feelings 
  • she decides to bake cookies for MC and give them to her on Valentine’s Day 
  • MC’s like

Jumin

  • okay there’s a bit of back story to this one
  • Jumin made a bet with Zen that he could live like a ‘commoner’ for a week and Zen would admit that cats are better than dogs
  • so in a bid to be normal Jumin ends up taking the bus
  • bare with me

A/N: rip my English I had to search the correct ‘bear’ for that phrase 

  • so whilst Jumin is talking the bus minding his own business 
  • MC steps onto the bus 
  • mind you there are no seats so MC has to stand 
  • and by the will of the Gods of predictable romance scenes the bus has a sudden brake and MC ends up on Jumin lap
  • Jumin is shook 
  • MC wants to die
  • that made things very awkward when they had to pair up for an economics project 
  • Jumin said they should do it at his house cause it’s bigger
  • As soon as MC spots Elizabeth she’s in love 
  • turns out they both love cats 
  • thus the start of a beautiful relationship 
  • It only takes two weeks for Jumin to be convinced MC is the one
  • but he spends like 3 months planning 
  • MC actually finds out when V let it slip out whilst they were eating lunch 
  • Jumin is lowkey tryna act cool but highkey dying inside.
  • MC accepts tho cause 1. he’s cute 2. he’s rich and 3. he loves cats

Seven (Saeyoung)

  • memelord 
  • lol the story starts with MC having a mini breakdown in the middle of the it room 
  • so MC has been trying to connect her laptop to the printer for the past hour so she can print of an assignment for next period   
  • procrastination at its best 
  • anyway so Seven sees MC on the brink of tears and is like 
  • ‘lol wyd’
  • MC basically has a rant about how she’s shit with computers and the only electronic thing she could handle is the tamagotchi she’s had since she was eight
  • Seven checks out the problem then starts cackling 
  • turns out MC hadn’t checked I found the printer was on
  • it would be an understatement to say MC felt like a right wanker at that point in time 
  • Seven asks MC to show him her tamagotchi at some point 
  • they actually start hanging out
  • people find it ironic how MC someone who is so incompetent when it comes to tech with Seven hacker supreme
  • they actually become really good friends 
  • Seven actually roped MC into cheerleading with him
  • lol he actually doesn’t notice he has feelings for MC 
  • when Saeran points it out he’s like ‘…oh yeah’
  • confesses to MC using binary 
  • hears from her 3 days later after she finally manages to translate it

~Admin Petty 

BTS REACTS TO: You writing a song about them

Anon Asked: Could you do a reaction to BTS members finding out you wrote a song about them? <3 - TT (my nephews call me that so why not use it as my anon name?)

Bippity boppity boop - that’s what Cinderella’s sugar mama said when she made her dress and shit right? Or was that sleeping beauty’s??? IDK anyways, here lol - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

On the way back home from a successful anniversary date, Jin had been driving with his eyes focused sternly on the road. One hand on the wheel, the other hand on your lap, fingers entwined with your own. Meanwhile, you held your phone with your free hand, bluetooth connected to the Car radio. You were playing music off your phone and was preparing a surprise for him. You played some of his favorite songs before it finally shuffled onto the one you made about him behind his back. You smiled the second you heard the first part of the melody. You looked to check Jin’s face. He furrowed his brows, obviously unfamiliar with the song, but the second he heard your voice singing he perked up. He had been smiling ear to ear after it dawned on him it was about him.

“When did you make that?”

“Not too long ago.”

“Ahh… ahhh! [y/n]! It’s so well done!”

“You recorded this on your own?”

“Oh no, Yoongi was big help, honestly.”

“Ah… [y/n]…”

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New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b

Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.

**

Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

**

And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”

“Whatever.”

It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

My EXO’rDIUM in Manila Experience!

[Personal Blog Post]

Hi guys, this is Admin J, the sole admin of EXO CHART RECORDS. I thought it would be fun to share my EXO’rDIUM experience from Manila, Philippines.

It was a 2-Day concert, for Day 1 I was seated in the Upper Box section, had a nice view of EXO and got to enjoy the performances as a whole, everything went smoothly and my heart was captured by EXO from start to finish. 

Now let’s talk about Day 2, because this is 100% the most unique concert experience I have ever had in my life. 

  1. I lined up at 3PM, entered around 4PM and the concert started at 5:15 PM. The concert ended around 8:45, it lasted 3.5 hours.
  2. I was in VIP Section, Floor B, Standing (AKA the pit - right side). So I was standing for 6 hours straight, but it was worth it.
  3. Lay was not present during the shows in Manila. The political climate between China & The Philippines is still complicated and he has endorsements, contracts, etc. I understand his situation, I’ve seen EXO 5 times without Lay, so hopefully, one day, I hope to see you on stage with your brothers soon Zhang Yixing. <3
  4. I was extremely close to the stage, only 2 people were in front of me, which I was totally satisfied with, considering I’m very tall and broad, so no problem.
  5. 2 people fainted, 1 Filipino girl & 1 Chinese girl, I need to applaud my fellow Filipinos for handling the crisis with compassion, holding up the girl, calling for bouncers quickly and feeding her water. That’s why, if you are planning to watch inside the pit, DRINK UP AND STAY HYDRATED, very important!
  6. Concert started and boom, they push.
  7. See this is where I don’t play, I like to consider myself a gentleman, so I’m not going to push this tiny girl in front of me just to get closer. Good thing I’m strong because those in the back are not going to push me out.
  8. FANSITE MASTERS EVERYWHERE. At one point during the concert, there was a huge camera lens to my left shoulder, a huge lens to my right shoulder, and another lens right in front of me. They were so close, I could hear the rapid sniping of their cameras, photo after photo. 

I need to make a pause here and kinda highlight my experience with these fansites. Disclaimer: If you like fansite photos (because I do as well) that’s okay, if you don’t like them, that’s okay too. It’s up to you to decide if you like them or not. 

MY EXPERIENCE however, was both Good & Bad, let me start with the bad first. The fansite girl to my LEFT, was… for the lack of a better word, a complete beast. She was pushing me so hard to get closer that I would have fallen, but NO, SORRY GIRL, you were NOT going to ruin this night for me. I pushed her back so hard, she tumbled back and looked at me, and I gave her the biggest death glare of my life. The people around beside me saw us and if you search on twitter, MANY Filipino fans had less than stellar experiences with these girls. Listen, as a man, I’m not going to put my hands on a woman, but you aren’t going to elbow your way to the front and you will NOT DISRESPECT ANYONE to get there. 

My advice when dealing with them is, if you can, stand your ground. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a guy and I’m tall that she didn’t try and come for me, because I’ve read experiences online of them pulling on the hair of female fans. If you feel threatened, call the bouncer right away and have them escorted out because these cameras are not permitted. Don’t allow them to touch your personal property (your camera, phone or lightstick), some will try to push your hands, grab your phone, do anything to get a nice shot. Don’t allow them, try and get the bouncer’s attention.

I’m not the type to retaliate, God tells us to never take revenge and to leave it to the Lord. So around 15 minutes later, a bouncer parts our section like the red sea, grabs her around the waist and hauls her OUT of the pit! I’m happy that happened during around the start of the concert, because everything after that was amazing!

My Good experience with a fansite, was a shorter girl who was pretty nice! She had a fellow fansite girl with her and they weren’t being disrespectful or rude. She was talking to me, but I couldn’t understand her, sorry bes. :( But at one point, she thought I was leaving or something, and lightly grabbed me to stay and I think she wanted me to hide her cause I’m tall and I was like “lol ok”. When she wasn’t taking photos, there was a short fan beside her trying to film EXO on stage, but her arms couldn’t really reach EXO since they were on the extended stage; so the fansite girl took her phone and started filming EXO for her since she had longer arms, it was cute. She gave it back and then left, but grabbed me to get into her spot, and I ended up even nearer to EXO. 

Overall, I’m happy my experience with these fansite girls was both positive and negative. It showed me two different sides. My guardian who was waiting outside saw a girl leaving a decoy camera lens before entering the arena but her real lens was strapped to her leg, underneath a long skirt. (She saw it when the girl ran). And then AS SOON as the concert ended, all the Korean fansites RAN LIKE WILD, they were probably the first ones to leave. On Day 1, my guardian saw 5 girls, caught, having to leave their lenses before entering. She couldn’t believe it.

OK! So, back to EXO! I will highlight each member.

  • Suho: Leader Kim! He gave THE most fan service. He’s so grateful, it didn’t matter whether it was a ballad, a dance track, an acoustic session, or whatever, the guy is always waving to the fans. His English is incredibly thoughtful and cute. Please support our leader, he’s someone to be cherished. 
  • Xiumin: SEXY.  When ‘White Noise’ came on and he was elevated right in front of my face. Winding down, and body rolling, and everything was EXTRA. Extra face, extra body, extra everything. That’s a man, yet, also a child because 3.6.5 would come on and if you were next to me, you would think that was my favorite song with Xiumin jumping in my face. I haven’t played that song on my iPod in 2 years and I KNEW ALL THE DAMN WORDS.  
  • Chen: FAN SERVICE KING. I know he saw me, we had a connection, I’m currently in his mind as of this moment. But seriously, he was such a performer! Everyone I know thought he was the most handsome that night. His arms too. And his voice, the vocals were on point. It’s such an experience to watch him hit those high notes up close. 
  • Chanyeol: TOBEN HAIR, is a Q-T-PA-2-T, is a real life human puppy. But suddenly transforms and slays the electric guitar while eye body slamming me. His guitar skills were SO GOOD! What a multi-talented king. Last January 2016, for EXO’luXion, he was serving sex with arms that could choke and straight hair. This time, he was too cute, all cuddly and his tummy was FLUFFY, I LOVED IT. His shirt would raise and I would see glory, I’m happy you enjoyed the lechon babe. 
  • Baekhyun: When EXO first appeared, the first person I saw was Baekhyun, and I immediately thought “Shet, the pit is worth it, I see the eyeliner, I see heaven”. There was a fan who got hurt on the middle side of our section, and Baekhyun was staring at the scene the whole time. He was concerned, you could see it in his face. I think a Korean fansite was escorted out after that. His vocals were perfect, not a single imperfection, and he’s an amazing dancer. He really is.
  • D.O.: I feel like I saw D.O. the most, I probably made the most eye contact with him. He looks like and felt like a man you could bring home and everyone would love him. He had a really beautiful aura around him. He was so beautiful in person, sang like an angel and he also looked so manly in person, all I saw was TopD.O. I’ve converted.
  • Kai: Absolutely… I need to take my time, because words cannot describe how this human being exists. Photos, Videos, do not do Kai justice, NO JUSTICE AT ALL. His body moves and curves in all the right places, I was stunned, truly the Dancing King. The stairs were right in front of me, so when he came down after performing, I saw his face up close, and God, he’s so handsome. 
  • Sehun: My Pyak Pyak. TT_TT My UB, oh how perfect you were last night. You danced like an angel and I heard your wonderful voice. You had the tiniest waist, the longest limbs and the cutest smile. During ‘Run’, you would jump and I would see your tummy and UGH you killed me. I honestly didn’t care I was probably the only fanboy in my area screaming your name, an Introvert who starts using his voice when you appear. 
  • Lay: He wasn’t there, but he wasn’t forgotten. Lots of EXO-Ls still had their Lay banners, headbands, and screams would become even LOUDER when his face would appear in the screen. Trust and believe, I will see you one day!

My EXO’rDIUM experience is something I will always remember and cherish. EXO sang ‘Hawak Kamay’ again, Queen’s ‘We Will Rock You’ was suddenly included in the setlist, Baekhyun’s PHIXO made another cameo, Kai did some kind of Chicken themed rain dance, which inspired me to order Jollibee for today’s lunch, thanks KimKai, and the Philippines will always love EXO. The loyalty of a Filipino fan will always be with you. I know you guys will come back, probably next year, so until then, I will continue to support my loves. <3 Thank you for a wonderful 2 nights.

Thanks for reading! Now back to your regular programming. 

Sunflowers // Kim Myungjun

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the prompt: Can you possibly write a soulmate!au (The one where you see color after you see your soulmate) with MJ from Astro? Like they’re having a public event outside and you’re passing by and you see each other? Thank you!

words: 1156

category: drabble, fluff

author note: i had no idea how to title this lol. this is connected to my jinjin soulmate!au, so be sure to read that one as well. it’s short but i hope you guys like it!

- destinee

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lol i was like “ youtube fandoms imploding on each other left and right but thank god filthy frank fandom is — oh wait lol i spoke too soon. “

now i’ve been meaning to rant about this for a while now. just that the recent developments have given me a reason to do so *・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・’(*゚▽゚*)‘・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・* (and this post too ngl)

so apparently a friend of george messaged, tweet, i don’t give a fuck that george hates his fans and people on tumblr be butthurt.

i mean.

let’s be real.

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Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. IX | REAL CHAPTER

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Kind of Angst. Language. 

A/N: THIS IS A REAL CHAPTER LOL I’m kinda sorry for fooling y’all on April Fools into thinking that chapter real. This chapter is really long and it’s mostly backstory and introduction of new characters into the history. Really hope you guys like this, if you do, please leave me a comment or message? I love those and motivate me so much. Feedback makes me feel like this is not crap lol Anyway! Enjoy and till the next one! xoxox.

The road back to the place you once called home was just like you remembered it; dark, empty and long. While Dean and Melissa drove in Dean’s SUV, you were holding onto Sam on his Harley. Scott noticed your boyfriend’s good taste for wheels, you saw it in his smug stare as he watched you hop on the bike.

Riding alongside Scott for two days straight, brought memories of the long rides you would take with him. Some of the were just for fun, others would be club business related. It didn’t matter the reasons behind them, riding alongside your brother was something you used to enjoy deeply. The both of you would put aside the club and have fun, it didn’t matter how short it lasted.

The Wolves of California wasn’t just a motorcycle club, it was a lifestyle, it was a family and one that came with a price. To be part of that life you needed to be dedicated and that wasn’t something you wanted to be a part of after Max died. His recent death overshadowed the good memories, after his funeral your eyes opened.

“Welcome to Charming,” you mumbled as the sign became something on Sam’s bike rear mirror.

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Gajevy Week 2017 - First Date

Posting from my phone is almost enough to make me rage quit, I’m telling you now. UGH. However, I’ve got the chapter finished on time so I HAVE to post it! Still following along the thread of the other prompts! Hope you like, much loves!! Side note :things bracketed like this are “text messages” being sent.: They’re supposed to be in italics, I’ll fix formatting again tonight when I’m home. 💙 

Update: I’ve fixed the things.


 "Are you sure you don’t mind, Lu? I know they’re a handful.” Levy had worry etched across her face as she inched closer to the door of her house, tugged along by her husband. Lucy laughed quietly, waving her hands at her friends. “Levy-chan, they’re sleeping. I’ve been here at least once a week every week of the last five months. I know their routine, they know me, it’ll be fine!” Gajeel grunted in amusement, aware of just how much knowing the twins’ schedule meant. Which was to say, absolutely nothing. 

 But, it had been five months since the Redfox parents had been able to have a minute alone that wasn’t completely consumed by sleeping or inhaling food so fast they couldn’t taste it. Levy had finally told him she was ready to get out for an evening, and he’d leapt at the opportunity. He told his wife to plan anything at all, even if she just wanted to go to the bookstore, he didn’t fucking care. So she had planned. Set up a meal at a restaurant they loved, looked up events across town that they might like, and realistically declared that they would probably just eat and come home. 

 Then she had found a sitter. Juvia had her hands full with her own two children, and had been acting very tired lately. Gajeel was pretty sure she was knocked up again, but he could be wrong. Erza was away on a mission, and Mira was of course working at the guildhall with Lisanna. Lucy was a great option as she did, in fact, spend a great deal of time with the babies already. Plus, if all else failed, she could summon Aries or Virgo for a second set of hands in an emergency. 

 With a final groan Levy turned to her husband, dragging him out of their home before she could change her mind. “Come on, love. We’re going to be late if you let me keep stalling.” The tall man just chuckled, draping an arm over his tiny wife’s shoulders and forcing her to walk slower. “If we miss our reservation, we miss it, Shrimp. Ain’t no skin off my nose.” She sighed, losing some of the tension she had felt before they left, and leaned against her dragon. “Isn’t any…” 

 Gajeel snorted, looking down at her with a wide grin on his face. “Remember the first time ya corrected me?” Levy stifled a giggle, sliding her arm around his waist. “Honestly, I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast this morning. Wasn’t it something about ‘wouldn’t tell nobody’ something?” He squeezed her shoulder lightly, knowing well how the sleep deprivation they were both suffering from stole the ability to think sometimes. “Somethin’ like that, yeah.” 

 They walked in silence another block, enjoying each other’s company and the peacefulness of the city at night. Gajeel looked down, noticing the tiny Script Mage’s steps slowing. After being together for so long, he no longer had to think about slowing down his own pace to enable her to stay even with him, but she was dragging even more than usual. “Shrimp, ya alrigh’?” He stopped completely, turning to study her face. He was concerned the walking was straining her energy levels too much. For herself, Levy was staring at her feet, almost as if she was embarrassed. “Lev, what is it?” 

 “I… I know we haven’t been gone very long… fifteen minutes to be exact, but what if something’s wrong?” She looked up at her mate with pleading eyes, anxiety tearing at her. His ruby eyes met hers, a smile dancing in their depths. “All yer careful thought an’ plannin’ an’ ya forgot to grab the notebook, didn’t ya?” She nodded, looking down again. The Dragon Slayer chuckled and reached his free hand around to his back pocket, pulling out the enchanted notebook that Levy had created so long ago to be able to communicate with her friends. He tapped her lightly on top of her head with it, causing her to squeal and snatch it from his hand when she saw what it was. 

 Levy hurried over to sit on a bench nearby, flipping the book to the page she had that was connected to Lucy’s own copy. Hey Lu-chan, how’s everything going? Picking up her pen, Levy chewed on the end for a moment, waiting anxiously for Lucy’s reply. After only a moment, she started bouncing a leg, looking from the notebook to Gajeel. “Shrimp, give it a bloody minute, would ya?” As he finished speaking Levy saw words appearing on the page. Lol, Levy-chan you JUST left. The babies are still sleeping, I’m reading that book you left out for me. Enjoy your date! 

 She huffed out a sigh, blushing as she started to feel silly, and handed the pen and notebook back to her husband. “I’m sorry, Gajeel.” He just shook his head with a grin on his face and held out his arm for her to tuck herself against his side again. He would never tell Levy, but Juvia had actually warned him that this might happen. 

 “Don’t be surprised if your night out is cut short, Gajeel-kun. Levy-chan won’t be able to help herself. Juvia only lasted for an hour the first time she left Mizu at home with Levy-chan. And it took Gray-sama six months to convince Juvia to leave both Mizu and Kawa alone with someone.” Gajeel had nodded, remembering the popsicle complaining about the lack of time alone with his wife after their daughter had been born. And so, he’d kept that thought in the back of his mind as Levy planned everything out for their first date since… he didn’t even know how long it had been. Some few weeks before the twins had arrived, he mused. 

 Finally, they arrived at the cafe Levy had set their reservation at. She tugged the notebook out of his pocket, ignoring the murmured joke about wandering hands from her husband as she stepped aside and opened it to write to Lucy again. I’m sure you’re going to be checking in again sometime soon so I’ll let you know that Yaje woke up, but he wasn’t even fussy. He’s been changed and I fed him a little and now we’re playing with that rattle Gajeel made for him. I wish I could send you a picture, it’s adorable. He’s curled his feet up and is holding the rattle with them, just kind of smacking it with those chubby little hands. And there’s Shutora, she just woke up giggling. Enjoy your dinner! Levy quickly dashed the tears off her cheeks as she handed the book back to Gajeel so he could see what their children were up to as well. 

 Thanks, Blondie. He wrote before tucking the book away, grinning down at the bluenette standing next to him. “We have some damn amazin’ kids, Lev.” She smiled back up at him, laying her head on his arm as they followed the waiter to their table. Gajeel pulled her chair around to the same side as his own. “Jus’ like our very first date, yeah?” 

 “I shouldn’t be surprised that you remember!” Levy responded with a sheepish grin. Their waiter came around and Gajeel ordered for both of them, Levy giggling and leaning into his side. “I know ya don’t wanna be out too long, Shrimp. I figgered ya wouldn’t mind me orderin’ our usual stuff t’save time.” The tiny Script Mage tugged his shirt, the big man grinning as he leaned he head closer to her so she could kiss him. “Thank you, Gajeel. For being so understanding about all of this.” 

 “Ya may not believe it, woman, but I miss ‘em too. My princess likes to hide her face in m’hair. An’ m’little man is so strong. Ya know he pulled Lil’s tail so hard the other day Lil actually slid backwards?” The couple devolved into laughter, sharing stories of their children’s antics as they ate. Neither of them seemed to mind that their time away from the babies was spent talking about them. “In the short time they been here, those mini Shrimps have made themselves our whole world, haven’t they, Lev?” She nodded, glancing furtively at the notebook on the table. Gajeel huffed, pretending to be upset, and slid the book to her, opening the cover to the right page. 

 Hope dinner was great! Babies are asleep again, so if you want to stay out longer it’s no problem! “Lu-chan really IS a spectacular friend.” Levy laughed as she closed the book. “Do you want to get a drink at the pub or something on the way home?” She looked up at her husband, smiling gently. Her babies were fine. They were safe. There was no need to rush home. Gajeel smiled back, leaning to kiss her on her forehead. “Nah, Shrimp. How about we hit the bookstore before it closes and get that book you were talkin’ to Bunny girl about ‘fore we left.” 

 There was a squeal that erupted from the tiny woman as she hugged him before jumping up from the table. “I promise I won’t stay there all night!” Gajeel paid for their food, laughing as he tucked the notebook and pen into his pocket and stood to follow the bouncing woman. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it, Shrimp.” He offered her his arm again, and they headed for the bookstore. It may not have been Gajeel’s favorite place to go, but it made his wife happy, and that in itself made him happy. “Take as long as ya need, Lev.”

dracarys--stormborn  asked:

I know I'm kinda late but how do you feel about the TVD finale and what they did to Stefan? Especially when they said that Damon's better than him? Also, Stef had more chemistry with Elena while she was unconscious than any Delena scene lol.

So, as you all know by now I didn’t actually watch the finale, but I read about what happened on Tumblr and I saw a couple of gif sets, so I do have a couple of thoughts about the finale.

- About what they did to Stefan: I’m not going to lie, I would’ve preferred it if Stefan and Elena would’ve been allowed to ride off into the sunset together because they’re the only couple that made sense as endgame all along, literally the only couple. But since it was made abundantly clear that wasn’t going to happen, I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. Because not only did Stefan do what he always does, which is stepping up and keeping those he loves safe, he also found peace, and not just peace, oh no, he was reunited with his very best friend and I kind of found that heartwarming. It wasn’t the happy ending I hoped for when I started watching, but under the given circumstances, I really think it was the best ending possible for us Stefan stans.

- About what he said about Damon: I’m not even mad, the show has been using other characters to prop up Damon through dialogue for years now. Stefan always excused Damon’s behavior, he always made it seem like something Damon was not, he always gave Damon credit even though he never deserves it, he has been pushing Elena back to Stefan since season five, so what Stefan said in the finale didn’t get to me because, well, it was big fat bullshit but it was nothing new.

- About the DE scenes: first of all, let me just say how happy I am they didn’t even get a conversation. Like, they hugged, they kissed, they held hands, and that’s it. I was prepared for something much, much, much worse. And then there’s the painful, hilarious lack of chemistry between them. Because not only did Ian choose to kiss Nina’s chin instead of her lips (no amount of slowmotion and over the top lighting and fancy camera angles can hide that, dear TVD crew), he also couldn’t even be bothered to not look constipated when he held her hand. Like, those scenes were so bad it still makes me laugh and it’s been weeks. xD 

- About Katherine’s “comeback”: I only have one thing to say: what were the writers thinking??????

- About endgames: when it comes to endgames, I have to say I found SE to come out looking best. Not only because of the fact that DE didn’t even spend the afterlife together (we’re supposed to believe they’re ‘epic soulmates’ but it was like Elena just lived her life as best as she could because she owed Stefan that and then she bailed as soon as she died xD) but also because of that final SE scene, the physicality, the chemistry. Yes, sure, the dialogue was about Caroline and Damon, but just look at that scene. Mute the scene and look at it, and it’s our beautiful SE endgame. Nina and Paul brought their A game one last time and it is something to be grateful for. Over the course of eight seasons, SE got the best lines, the best scenes, the best chemistry, SE actually had it all and the series finale reconfirmed that. They’re endgame, guys. Maybe not ‘technically’, but they looked and felt like the real endgame couple. Plus, that scene of Elena writing in her diary near his grave… Like, the diaries were something that connected them and when they got together, they didn’t need them anymore because they had each other to talk to instead, and as soon as they were apart, they started writing in those diaries again. Stefan was always the one Elena could truly be herself with, and now that he died, she dug up her diary and wrote in it while looking at the crypt where he was buried and there’s something morbidly poetic about it. It’s SE, it has always been SE. (I also have to add I loved that Elena left her necklace on his grave or whatever, because if Kevin did one thing right in that final episode, it was making sure everyone knew that necklace was always meant to be an SE symbol, he righted JP’s wrong with that and it’s awesome because now DE is actually literally left with nothing. Think about it.)

- And last but not least, about me being petty: and this is me being really petty, but can I just say how hilarious it is that Stefan chose to die rather than spending a single day married to Caroline? xD

More / Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Can you please make an imagine/fic where… - y/n is the unsub and is very intelligent - her IQ is higher than Spencer’s - south Asian descent (sorry gotta represent myself lol) - very beautiful - one eye is green and the other is blue (EVERYONE gets lost into her eyes, which she uses as an advantage) - she’s trained to kill and somehow tricks the team into releasing her, only to kill again - lmao you can create the plot into whatever your brilliant mind deems fit

A/N: This is crazy because one of my eyes is green and the other is brown! But I hope you like it💕

Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your last name
Y/F/N - Your fake name

Spencer was awoken by his phone vibrating on his bedside table.God what time was it? He reached for his phone hoping this was just Morgan drunk dialing him but knew better.

Once Spence clicked on the home button he was nearly blinded by the brightness. A mumbled curse word slipped out as he struggled to his eyes adjusting.

2:30 a.m. It was so late, what could anyone possibly want?

Of course, work.

“I need everyone to the BAU soon as possible, we may have a break in the Miami murders. - Hotch”

That text caused Spencer to wake up instantly. He remembered details about that case sparking his interest before it had went cold. Both of the men murdered had picture perfect lives that didn’t show any indication of anyone having the motive to murder.

The two men weren’t connected in any way before or after death. The team felt like they had hit a rock.

Spencer was the first one to arrive at the BAU barely put together. He had threw on his dirty work clothes from the day before hoping it wasn’t too obvious.

“Hey Hotch, what’s going on?”

“We had a tip from a restaurant out in the Keys, they had multiple occurrences of one of the victims with Y/N Y/L/N two months before he was found dead.”

Spencer’s interest perked up hearing your name, he hadn’t heard anything like it before. He knew you weren’t anything ordinary and felt bad for wishing he knew a possible unsub.

“What do we know about her?” Spencer was speed walking trying to keep up with Hotch’s pace.

Before he had a chance to answer Penelope joined the two men turning around a hallway, “I can answer that! Y/N has lived in Miami all her life and is trained in about every protective sport you could imagine. She also has bought over 10 different types of guns over the past years but shoots regularly at the range.”

Hotch nodded along to Penelope until they reached the interrogation room and spoke up, “The problem is we don’t know the reason for them meeting up so much. She told me it was just a family friend but we need Reid or Morgan to try to get more out of her.”

Spencer didn’t let five seconds pass before accepting Hotch’s offer, “I’ll do it sir. Morgan’s not here yet and I’m already prepped, just need the file.”

Penelope snapped her fingers as if a light bulb had just went off in her mind, “Oh! Right. Sorry it’s late I’m not used to being up this late.”

As Penelope gave Spencer the file he glanced inside the room to see you sitting there.

Woah. He was truly stricken by your beauty. You sat there with long dark hair and the face of a model. Spencer had never been attracted to the bad side until he saw you sitting there.

Once Spencer walked into the room he felt himself getting nervous. This wasn’t like him, he was used to the endless questioning and accusations but it was different tonight.

“So are you the guy who’s going to let me out of here? I already told the uptight one everything I knew. The guy was my dad’s friend.” Y/N looked over at Spencer who hadn’t even sat down yet.

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I-uh,” he had looked up from the folder at your eyes. He noticed the brilliant color difference in your eyes. Your left eye was as blue as the Pacific, while the right could’ve been mistaken for a summers grass.

You smirked knowing exactly what was going on, this guy was for sure going to fall into your trap.

Spencer looked down at his hands trying to hide his attraction to you, “Sorry, it’s late. So you said he was close to your father?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the metal seat, “Yes, i’ve already said this. Which if this is your idea of, quote on quote, breaking me down I already know if there’s no actual evidence for withholding, I’m free.”

Spencer sat up in his chair being taken back by every word that came out of your mouth. You were so smart, he was completely in awe.

“You’re right Y/N, but I’m not so sure that you’re innocent. What’s a girl from a picture perfect family doing learning every martial art in the book and carrying guns? Especially since your day job is a-uh, house nurse.”

“Ever heard of exercise? Running bores me and so maybe my rape whistle is a little louder than most, can you blame a girl?” You had crossed your legs and laughed a little.

“Oh, I see. I just wondered how a nurse has all this time on her hands to do so.”

“My free time? I spend ten hours a day taking care of elderly people and the rest at Tae Kwan Do or shooting targets with my father. So, if you’d like to tell me when I have the time to be a part time murderer, let me know.” You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned towards the table.

You made Spencer so flustered. No one has been able to break down his barriers the way you had. He wasn’t used to being around anyone with the IQ even in range with his. Cracking an unsub was something he was usually good at.

“That’s, uh, true. I’m sorry for wasting your time tonight Y/N.”

You bit your lip fighting a smile, you’d done it again. “Oh, no problem. A night spent with you is never a waste.”

Spencer stood up and rubbed his neck trying to ignore that snarky comment, “Have a good night Y/N.”

~~
“Reid, good job in there. She’s tough, no doubt, but her story seemed honest. I doubt we see her back in here.” Hotch had been listening in during the interview and took the file back from Spencer’s sweaty palms.

Spencer looked over to see you getting released from the handcuffs. He wanted more. More intel to that mind of yours.

~~

The next morning the team had came together on another murder over night.

Garcia walked into the meeting room looking like she had just came across the meaning of life.
“So it turns out this man was married with a family just like the previous two. I looked into his banking history and found that he had been depositing most of his weekly paycheck into Y/F/N account.”

“What do we know about this Y/F/N?” JJ spoke up looking over at Penelope.

“Thanks for asking beautiful lady because according to our data, she doesn’t exist except for on paper. I decided to look back at the previous victims bank statements and found the same deal.”

Spencer felt his stomach turning, did Y/N play him last night? Was she using a fake identity? He was usually smart enough to catch this.

“Do you think it’s Y/N behind this?” Spencer looked over at Hotch for the answer he was dreading.

“Well we tried to contact her this morning and reached a disconnected phone. It’s more than likely that Y/N was using these married men for money and sought revenge if something went wrong in payment.”

Spencer felt outwitted but couldn’t help wondering where you had fled to. Those eyes were something he’d be hoping to see again one day.

The Contest-Part 2

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Gen are divorced.  NO HATE please !

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I smiled at him.  “Hi Tom.  I’m Y/N.  Are guys doing this contest thing too?”

Jared shook his head.  “Nope.  They hired me for the day to run lines with people.  Want to give it a try?”

“So your an actor?” I asked.  He was certainly easy on the eyes. 

“I’m trying to be.  You?”

I laughed out loud at that.  “I am so not an actor!  I only came to support my friend.  I don’t even watch this stupid show, yet here I am.  I’m a nurse actually.”

“Really? I’m sure that’s much harder than this.  But in a way it involves acting if you think about it.  You have to act calm and act like you know what to do at all times even if your scared to death and you don’t.

“That’s true.  I never thought of it that way before.  Can I just have a second to read through this?” I asked, looking up at him.  He was pretty cute  I noticed. I was often taller than a lot of men, but he was actually taller than me.

“Sure.” He sat down in the chair and pulled out his phone while I read the lines. It was a pretty emotional scene. I wondered where Nikki was and whether she had to do this too. I took a deep breath and stood up.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I was actually getting into this.

“Do you have any questions about the scene before we start?” He asked.

“Nope. I think I’m good.” I replied.

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Christmas Bliss

I am so so so so sorry that it has taken me so long to write this one! I just have the regular excuses, like school, being sick, being busy etc hahah, but at least it’s finally here, and I hope you like it!

(Also I’m sorry for writing about Christmas in September, but I love Christmas SOOOO much, I couldn’t resist lol)

Keep on sending requests! Choose prompts from one of these lists(or come up with your own idea), just make sure you tell me which one you picked from!

Request: Hi! Maybe a really cute modern imagine with alexander x reader on how they get together in college? Maybe she’s friends with the hamilsquad and starts to like alex :D
requested by @justapieceofsimstrash

Pairing: Alexander x reader

Prompt: None

Setting: Modern college AU

Warnings: none I think

Word count: 2677 (woWIE this turned out soooo much longer than I thought it would)

First day of college. This was the day you had both dreaded and looked forward to. And now it was finally here. You had arrived a little while ago to settle in and decorate your dorm, so you already knew your way around campus.

Or so you thought.

You were headed to your first general psychology class in the C-building, which was nowhere to be found. You must have been looking very lost, because suddenly a group of people approached you.

“Can’t find your classroom?” one of the boys asked. He had long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. You also noticed he was quite short, but still taller than you. Oh, and he was very handsome.

“Uhm- I- no”, you confessed, blushing, a little speechless from the sudden confrontation by complete strangers.

“I’m sorry, our friend can be a little forward sometimes. My name is John Laurens, this is Lafayette, this is Hercules Mulligan, and this is the very outgoing and sometimes inconsiderate Alexander Hamilton”, he explained with a smile on his face. You repeated their names in your head, before responding. “I’m [Y/N], nice to meet you.”

“Are you a freshman?” the one named Hercules asked. You nodded your head, and Lafayette shot in. “We’re sophomores, maybe we can help you find your classroom?” he suggested with an accent sounding like French.

“That would be very kind of you. I’m going to room C248”, you said, glancing down on your schedule.

“Oh, that’s perfect! I’m going to C250, I’ll take you there!” Alexander suggested excitedly, which made you smile. “Thank you so much, Alexander”, you sincerely said, meeting his eyes.

“No problem at all. And you can just call me Alex”, he said. You nodded, before turning back to the rest of the group. “I guess I’ll see you later”, you suggested, hoping to make some friends. “Oui, definitely!” Lafayette assured you, before they walked off.

“So, what’s you major?” Alex asked you when you had started walking. “Psychology, what’s yours?” you answered proudly. “Wow, that’s cool! I’m majoring in political science”, he told you. No wonder he was so outgoing, you thought. “Impressing! Should I expect to call you ‘President’ in 20 years time?” you joked. “I would hope, so”, he smirked back.

Too soon for your liking, you reached your classrooms. “If you want, we could grab something to eat with the other guys after this class? I can meet you here”, Alex offered. Almost too quickly, you blurted out. “Yeah, that sounds great! See you in a while.” And you both entered your classrooms.

-

This became a Monday tradition of yours. You and the guys would meet up before class for breakfast, sometimes with Eliza and Angelica Schuyler, before you and Alex walked to class together, and meet up after class for even more food.

You became close with all of them, but especially with Alexander. The two of you always seemed to have a deeper connection than anyone else in the group. You found it strange, though. You were a quiet, shy psychology major, while he was a loud, outspoken political science major.

But you loved that he was so outgoing. He would always stand up for his friends and help you with things that made you nervous. Oh, yeah, you definitely had a crush on him. A major crush. Even though you saw him almost every single day, he always managed to make the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

-

Christmas was coming up, and to be honest, you weren’t very excited. Sure, it was cosy and all that, but there was a reason you chose the school furthest away from home. Your parents weren’t someone you missed. They weren’t particularly nice to you, so you wouldn’t be going home. They didn’t hit you or do anything physical, but the verbal abuse was bad enough for you to decide to spend Christmas alone on campus, rather than spend it with them.

You were sitting in a café with Angelica, Eliza, Hercules, Lafayette, John and Alex. You had a great time, but then Eliza asked the question you had been dreading.

“What are you guys doing for Christmas?”

Angelica said she and Eliza were going home to celebrate with the rest of their family, John was going home as well, Lafayette was going with Hercules to his family, seeing as Lafayette’s family lived in France and he couldn’t afford the trip this year, but neither you or Alex answered. Eliza noticed this.

“What about you, [Y/N]?” she asked, looking at you with kind eyes. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, and took a deep, shaky breath. “I’ll be staying here”, you mumbled, embarrassed. Everyone let out a sound of pity, but Alexander spoke up. “Really? So am I! We can spend it together”, he said, taking your hand under the table, making you blush a little. “Really?” you questioned him, your voice full of hope. He nodded at you with the warmest, kindest smile you had ever seen.

Everyone seemed to understand that you didn’t want to talk about, keeping the conversation flowing and including you like nothing had happened. This is why you loved them; they always knew how to make you feel better.

-

It was now only two days to Christmas, and you were out trying to find the perfect gift for Alexander. You had looked everywhere, but you just couldn’t seem to find the gift for him.

But then you saw it. A one-cup coffee brewer. He was constantly working, and was always drinking coffee. However, he had to walk all the way to the cafeteria to get a cup, something that bugged him, so a coffee brewer for his dorm was absolutely perfect. You paid for it, and headed back to your dorm to wrap it.

Your dorm was significantly cleaner than Alex’s, so that’s where you’d be spending Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Your dorm-mate was celebrating at home, like almost everyone else, so you could decorate the way you wanted. Having purchased some Christmas lights, you were standing on a chair, in an attempt to hang them up.

“Hi, [Y/N]!” Alex yelled as he opened your door, and you almost fell of your chair in surprise, mentally cursing yourself for having given him a key.

“Christ, Alex, I almost fell down!” you scolded him, but couldn’t hold back your laugh. He laughed as well. “Sorry, I just wanted to come over, I was really bored, but now I can help you decorate!” he said, walking over to you, and helped you down.

“You were just in time, I can’t seem to get these stupid lights hanging”, you huffed annoyed, with the lights in your hands. Alexander took them from you, climbing up on the chair himself. “I’ll fix it”, he reassured you, a little amused that some lights had upset you.

You spent the rest of the day decorating, eating, laughing, talking, watching TV, and suddenly it was midnight.

“I guess I should be heading back”, Alex sighed, not really wanting to go. “Yeah, it’s getting late, but you could stay here, if you want”, you suggested hopefully, not wanting him to leave either.

His eyes lit up. “Really? You sure? I don’t wanna invade you privacy or anything”, he replied. “Of course you can stay here!” you told him, and he smiled widely.

He spent the night in your dorm-mate’s bed. Secretly, you wanted him in your bed, but you didn’t want to suggest it, knowing he wouldn’t want to. Why would he? You were just a friend of his. He could never like you in any other way, you thought. You tried not to dwell on it, wanting this Christmas to be one for the ages. This would be the first one spent with someone you actually liked. No, you didn’t like him. You loved him.

The morning after, he woke you up by dropping one of your plates. He hoped you didn’t hear him, afraid you’d be angry with him for breaking on of your plates.

“What was that, Alex?” you questioned him, voice full of sleep. He laughed nervously. “I might have broken one of your plates, please don’t be mad”, he blurted out. You couldn’t help but smile. “It’s just a plate, don’t worry”, you assured him, and lifted your head from your pillow. Letting out a relieved sigh, he bent down, starting to pick up the broken pieces. You decided to get up and find something to sweep the small parts up with.

Walking over to him, you noticed why the accident had occurred. He had made breakfast for the two of you, and dropped the plate when he was going to set the table. You smiled at the sight before you. A messy-haired, tired Alex and the omelette he had cooked up. You were happy to spend Christmas with him; he was such a wonderful person.

After cleaning up, the two of you had breakfast, both still in your pyjamas. “This is really good!” you said, mouth full of food. “I’m glad you liked it”, he smiled at you. You smiled back, and when you felt his leg graze yours – definitely not an accident – you smiled even brighter, and a blush made its way to your face.

“Soooo, what shall we do today?” you asked, breaking the silence between you. He became deep in thought while chewing his food. Once he had swallowed, he responded. “Uhm, maybe we could just go downtown and see what’s going on?” You thought it sounded like a great idea, and agreed immediately, deciding that you go as soon as you had gotten dressed after breakfast.

Alexander was as excited as a little kid. He dragged you from one booth to another in the Christmas market that was in town. You couldn’t remember being this happy in a long time, and you cherished every moment of it.

Arriving back at your dorm, both of you had your arms full of all Christmas food you could ever imagine, and even more decoration. The place was already packed with decorations, but you made room for even more. Alexander put away the food, saving it for Christmas day.

“Oh! We haven’t bought a turkey yet!” you remembered, “should we go buy one now?” Alex looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go!” He looked at you with exciting eyes, and then the two of you were out the door again.

When you got back, you made sure everything was ready for tomorrow; Christmas Day. In addition to the coffee machine, you had gotten Alex a few other small presents, so he would have more than one present to open. He popped back to his dorm to get some clothes, and the presents he had gotten for you.

-

On Christmas Day you were the first one to wake up, and went to start on breakfast. You weren’t even half finished with making pancakes when you heard shuffling feet approach you. “It smells and looks amazing, and I’m starving, so I can’t wait for this delicious food”, Alex said in a silly tone, which made you laugh. “Well, merry Christmas to you too”, you replied with a smirk. He pulled you into an unexpected hug. “Merry Christmas, [Y/N].”

After finishing breakfast, you went to open your presents. Alex had thought the same as you; getting you some small presents and one ‘main present’. Among the small presents were things like pens, room deco, handmade stuff and clothes. “Here you go, Alex”, you said, handing him his biggest present. He opened it quickly, and his eyes lit up when he saw what it was. “Oh my god, [Y/N], thank you so much! Wow, you have no idea how amazing this is, I really appreciate it”, he rambled on, obviously excited, which was everything you had hoped for.

“Now, I believe this one is yours”, Alex said, handing you the last present after putting his new coffee machine down. You grabbed it eagerly, wondering what he could have gotten you. It was quite big, rectangular and flat. Just like he had done, you removed the wrapping quickly. It appeared to be upside down, but when you turned it around, you gasped, and tears made their way to your eyes. It was a copy of the sunflower painting by Vincent van Gogh. A while ago, you had told him about your love for his art, and especially that painting. The fact that he remembered it, made you very emotional.

“Thank you”, you whispered, putting the painting down, and threw yourself around Alex’s neck, and held on as if your life depended on it. He held you back, with just as much emotion, and didn’t let go for a long time.

“Sorry, I’m crying”, you mumbled when you pulled away, and went to dry your tears, but he was quicker than you, and you suddenly felt him drying them away gently and lovingly. “It’s okay to cry”, he whispered and pulled you into another long hug.

After that moment, you felt even closer to Alex, and the rest of the day was filled with happiness, good food and not so accidental touching.

It was getting rather late, and the two of your were stuffed and tired, lying on the couch, watching TV. Ever since he said he’d be spending Christmas on campus, you had wondered why, and now, you just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why are you spending Christmas here?” you asked him hesitantly, afraid of hurting his feelings. He took a deep breath, and looked at you. “My dad left a long time ago, I have no idea where he is, and my mom is dead”, he said, not wanting to elaborate. You felt guilty for bringing it up. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked”, you said, looking to the floor. “It’s fine, it’s just how it is”, he reassured you.

“I have been wondering as well, and I guess now is a good time to ask you the same thing”, he said, curious as to why you didn’t have anywhere else to go. “Uhm, my parents are alive, they live on the other side of the country. However, they aren’t very nice people, and my memories of Christmas with them aren’t good at all. So I’d rather not visit them”, you told him, not wanting to elaborate either. Alex seemed to understand this. “I’m sorry, I hope Christmas with me is okay, though”, he said, and pulled into an embrace, and you relished in the comfort and safety of his arms. “Christmas with you is perfect”, you smiled, and looked up at him, catching his kind gaze.

He leaned in slowly, making sure he didn’t do anything outside your comfort zone. The second your lips touched, as cliché as it sounds, your whole body felt electric with happiness, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, while he held your body close to his.

It felt so full of love and sincerity, and the second you pulled away, you nuzzled into his chest, him still holding you tight. “I should have told you this a long time ago, but I love you, [Y/N]”, he murmured into your hair, making your heart skip a beat. “I love you too”, you replied, not hesitating a split second.

Eventually, you fell asleep in his arms. He admired your features, before carrying you to bed. This time, he slept in the same bed as you, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

When you awoke the next morning, you were still tangled in his arms, and he was already awake, looking at you. He smiled tiredly at you when he noticed that you were awake. “Good morning, angel”, he whispered, making you blush, and you hid your face in his chest. You felt him chuckle lightly, and you felt so content. “Good morning”, you whispered back, and realised that this was the happiest you had ever felt.

Come Back Home

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Genre: not angst but like sad? (ex. break up), fluff

Featuring: Seungcheol

A/N: so going back and watching episodes of seventeen tv and seeing pre-debut seungcheol had me feeling some type of way, and it inspired me to write this

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“Forever and Always” [Laurens X Reader]

Prompt: you should do an angsty John Laurens imagine where you can’t be together bc you’re the daughter of a British General but he loves you anyway so you sneak out to see him at night but eventually your dad finds out haha you write so well ily x - asternoid 

A/N: it kind of took a life of it’s own but i’m sO SORRY IT’S V SAD. hmu if i should write a second part??

T/W: tiniest bit of spice, pretty angsty

A/U: Hamiltime

Words: 3284 (lol whoops)

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The doors opened for you as you stepped inside the large, elegant hall. Looking around at the people dancing in the ballroom you lightly fan yourself, the thousands of candles turning the icy winters night into a summer’s dream. 

This was just one of the many balls that you had attended in the past few months, each as grand as the next. Your father was a British general, and had visited the US numerous times in the past two months for political business. Finally getting tired of travelling, he moved you and your mother out to the States with him for the remaining 3 months of the year. You enjoyed it here, the air thick with revolution and excitement. Not to mention the courters. You father was very strict when it came to which British gentlemen were allowed to court you, however, so it went without saying that any American men were completely out of the question. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, though. 

That was why you strategically missed looking in one certain corner of the room, where a particular group of revolutionaries were chatting happily. They must have noticed your attempt to avoid eye contact, however, as the boys of the group lightly jostled each other and began to make their way across the room to where you were standing with your mother and father, who were talking to President Washington. 

You finally met the eye contact of the three girls behind the boys, widening your eyes and giving a tiny, frantic shake of the head. The eldest mouthed a ‘sorry’ to you as they all began to appear at your side. 

“Mr. President,” Alexander said, shaking George’s hand. 

“Good afternoon, Hamilton, Miss Schuyler,” he said to Alex and Eliza, who were standing together. 

“General Robert,” George said motioning to your father, “this is Alexander Hamilton, my right hand man.” 

“It’s an honour, sir,” Alex said to your father as he shook his hand. The rest of the group – Lafayette, Hercules, Laurens, Angelica, and Peggy - introduced themselves to your mother and father and greeted the President. 

“This is quite a lot of friends you have made, Y/N,” you father said to you as you snapped your eyes away from the painting across the room that you were intently staring at, ensuring your eyes didn’t wander. 

“Yes, father, they’ve all been terribly kind.” You smiled at your parents and swiftly swatted away the hand that you felt sneak onto your back, glancing at your parents again to ensure that neither they, nor President Washington, had caught the boy next to you getting too close. Luckily, they had resumed their conversation with Alex, Laf, and Eliza. 

“John, please,” you whispered, not looking his way. 

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Worth the Wait: Josh Dun

Request:  could you make one of Josh Dun, where it’s a stormy day and you guys spend it inside at your place and end up making love throughout the day, maybe a little riding Josh ending with cuddling. lol Is that okay? :)

Word count: 2,000+

Warning: NSFW

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the light. Slowly sitting up, I looked beside me, disappointed to see empty, white bed sheets. Josh had gotten back from tour last night and I promised myself I would stay up until he got home. The night before I had bought a new lingerie set that I knew Josh would like, and I had every intention of showing him what he was missing while he was away. Unfortunately, as 11 turned into 12 and then into 3 am, I found that it got increasingly harder to keep my eyes open. Needless to say, Josh came home to his girlfriend snoring in sweatpants; which was not at all what I intended.

Rubbing my eyes, I hopped out of bed and hugged Josh’s hoodie closer to my body as I adjusted to the temperature of the room. I slowly made my way to our bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and oh boy was I looking rough. My hair was in a giant pile on top of my head with random tuffs falling in my face, and I swore I saw a trail coming out of the corner of my mouth were drool had no doubt made its escape.

“Oh man, I need a shower,” I groaned, my voice hoarse from my deep sleep.

I turned on the hot water for the shower and rid myself of Josh’s hoodie and sweats that I borrowed with no intention of returning. I still had the black lacey underwear set on underneath. No matter how many times I saw myself in it, I always marveled at the way the strappy bustier made my cleavage look perky and the black thong complimented my rear. Too bad I’d have to wait another 24 hours to show it off.

Stepping gingerly into the shower, I let the hot water wash over my body. And as much as I wanted to take my sweet time, the fact that my boyfriend, who I hadn’t seen in six months, was downstairs wasn’t lost on me. So after quickly washing my hair and body, I hopped out of the shower, now fully awake and ready to see my favorite guy.

I dried off and slipped back into the hoodie and sweats I had on before. With both Josh and I being notorious nappers, seeing each other in less than flattering pajamas and hairstyles wasn’t out of the ordinary. Regardless, I wanted to make sure I at least smelled flattering before I saw him for the first time in a half a year. Speaking of which, I grabbed my toothbrush and mouthwash and proceeded to get rid of my morning breath.

Taking a deep breath, I walked out of our shared bedroom and down the stairs. I peeked my head around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and as soon as I saw Josh standing in the kitchen I sprinted across the hardwood floor.

“Jooosssshhhhh!” I squealed.

He turned around just in time for me to run into his arms. I buried my face into his bare chest and took in his familiar scent. We embraced each other, neither of us wanting to let go. I loosened my grip around his torso, however, to take a step back and get a good look at him. Josh and I had facetimed plenty and I kept up with all of his and Tyler’s behind the scenes tour videos, so it wasn’t like his face was unfamiliar or anything, but seeing him in person was so much better than through my phone.

He was just as handsome, or even more so, as I remembered. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the soft red curls falling over his forehead, the stubble dotting his cheeks, or his toned chest- they all made my skin tingle in the best way possible.

“(Y/N), I missed you so much,” he breathed out.

I got my tip-toes and finally, after six whole months, connected our lips. Josh was the one to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, brushing his tongue across my bottom lip. Of course I opened my mouth slightly, eager to feel what I had gone without while he was away. When it came to intimacy, Josh and I were nowhere near conservative and masturbation was almost a necessity when he was on tour, but facetime-sex was not even close to the real thing.

We separated for air, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait up for you. I meant to, but I just got really tired and-”

Josh chuckled, “It’s okay, (Y/N). I didn’t expect you to; I didn’t even get home until, like, 4 am.”

“I know, I know. I just wanted to surprise you. But it’s alright, I’ll make it up to you, we can go out and do whatever you want.” He raised his eyebrows at me, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

He wordlessly gestured behind me, towards the back door. I slowly turned my head and looked out the glass doors. Disappointed at what I saw, I let out a heavy sigh. I had apparently failed to notice the rain falling from the sky in gallons. No way were we going anywhere in that mess.

“Well great, that kinda puts a damper on things,” I looked up at Josh.

“It’s okay babe, we can just watch a movie or something.”

“No, Josh. You are not spending your first day back from tour on the couch. I’ll think of something…” I trailed off, racking my brain for fun things to do.

Movie? No. Board game? Definitely not. Maybe we could-

I gasped, “Oh! Josh I know what we can do!”

Josh chuckled at my enthusiasm, “Yeah? What do you suggest?”

I smirked at him, “It’s a surprise.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, but before he could question me any further I pecked him on the lips and turned back towards the stairs. As much as I wanted to stay in his arms, I was eager to show him my surprise. I was going to save the “unveiling” for tonight, but what better for Josh to do than me?

I anxiously poured myself back into the black number that still smelt like the perfume I was wearing last night. Removing the hair-tie from my hair, I watched it fall from the top of my head. I fixed it so it looked effortlessly sexy. Finishing with my favorite black nylon thigh high stockings, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror before prancing downstairs.

Stopping halfway down the stairs, I called out to Josh, “Josh? Close your eyes… are they closed?”

“Yes they are definitely closed.”

I sighed, Josh was good at a lot of things, but lying wasn’t one of them, “Joshua! Close your eyes!”

“Okay, okay, fine they’re closed!”

I smiled to myself and walked downstairs. I was met with Josh, standing in the middle of the living room, with his big hands covering his eyes.

“Okay, you can open them,” I said slowly.

Josh removed his hands and opened his eyes. I stood there, waiting to see his reaction. His lips parted as he took in my appearance.

“Oh… wow, baby, uh… wow,” he breathed out.

I smiled and walked over to him, “You like it?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah- yeah, I do.”

“I wanted to surprise you with it last night, but… you know.”

Josh brought me into his arms and kissed me, “It was worth the wait.” He mumbled into my lips.

I pulled away from the kiss, “Don’t speak to soon,” I smiled up at him.

Josh trailed his hands down my sides and along the curve of my hips, his hands coming to rest on my bum. He splayed out his hands and pulled me into him. The sudden movement created a lovely friction in a place that had been neglected for far too long.

Grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, I pulled Josh into a heated kiss. My other hand, however, had different intentions. I trailed my manicured finger down his chest and down to the waistband of his sweats. Feeling Josh smirk into the kiss gave me the courage to dip my hand into his sweats and palm him over his boxers.

“Sweats and boxers? Who are you?” I whispered in his ear.

Josh let out a groan, “I know, classy right?”

He hummed and held onto my wrist, “If you keep that up I’m going to cum in my boxers.”

I removed my hand and giggled, “Sorry, I just really, really missed this.”

The red-haired boy nodded and dipped his head to connect his lips with my exposed cleavage, leaving marks in his wake. He traveled all the way from my chest up to my neck. It might’ve been a while since we’d had sex, but Josh clearly still knew my body just as well as he did before he went off on tour. He found my sweet spot, the spot that made goosebumps appear on my neck and all the way down my legs, and I arched my back.

“Joshhhhhhh,” I wiggled my hips, eager to create some much needed friction.

He smiled at me, “Upstairs?”

I nodded and let out a small squeal as Josh picked me up bridal style and headed towards our bedroom.

Josh lightly tossed me onto our unmade bed. When I made contact with the duvet, I already had my thong halfway down my thighs.

“Someone’s a little eager, yeah?” Josh said, slowly trailing his hands from my ankles down to my thighs.

I nodded, “It’s been soooo long baby,” I whined.

Josh chuckled, “I know, I know, but I wanna take it slow, okay? I want this to be special.”

I nodded yet again, “Okay.”

I understood where he was coming from; it was the first time we’d been together in six months after all.

Josh’s calloused fingers finally made their way to my core. He traced a stripe up and in between my folds, gathering all the precum that had dripped down. I shivered at the sensation. The feeling only intensified when he dipped a finger inside me. Adding another finger and pumping them slowly caused a high-pitched moan to escape my mouth.

My hand gripped onto his bicep, “Oh Joshhh,” I moaned, my voice shaky.

“You ready?” He asked, keeping his slow pace.

“Yes Josh, oh god yes,” I groaned as I felt a knot form in my stomach.

Of course, in true Josh fashion, he promptly removed his fingers. I whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, but quieted myself as I observed Josh step back and pull down his sweats and boxers in one swift motion. Watching his arm and chest muscles flex as he did the simple task, made me even more eager for what was to come next. His erection sprung free and I didn’t take my eyes off of it even as he slid a condom onto his length.

I scooted farther up the bed, knowing that Josh liked to anchor himself using the headboard.  

“Get up, please.”

I chuckled at his ill-timed manners, “What? Why?”

He blushed and rubbed his chin, “I was, uh, thinking maybe you could ride me?”

I smiled and got up, making room for Josh to sit with his back against the headboard. Once he was settled, I straddled him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders. Lowering myself onto him, I finally got to feel the length I had been missing.

Finally, I got adjusted and began to move. Josh placed his hands on my bare hips and helped me find my rhythm. Staying true to his word, he kept me going slow and steady.

“Oh my god Josh,” I moaned, Josh’s tip brushing over my g-spot.

Josh groaned, “You’re doing such a good job baby, oh god I love you so much.”

Josh’s words encouraged me to circle my hips, keeping my slow pace. I felt myself clench around him as his tip repeatedly hit my spot. He threw his head back and groaned, eventually matching my thrusts. I looked down at Josh’s hips, thrusting his length up into me and I let out a pornographic moan.

“Ohhhh so so good baby,” Josh mumbled, his eyes screwed shut.

I gasped as Josh’s hand began rubbing slow circles on my clitoris. The sensation was almost too much as he brought me to my high. Moaning Josh’s name, I shook with pleasure as my orgasm washed over me. Josh helped me ride out my high as he chased his own, finally finding it a few seconds later. I let out a string of incomprehensible words as I collapsed onto his chest.

Josh let out a deep breath, “I love you, (Y/N).”

I hummed in response, currently too spent to reply. My legs felt like jelly and my over-sensitive core throbbed.

After a couple minutes, I pulled myself off of Josh and rolled to my side of the bed. He removed the condom, quickly discarding it in the trash, and joined me under the covers. Josh wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head.

I hummed, “That was nice.”

Josh chuckled, “Yeah. It was.”

I looked up at him, “Was it still worth the wait?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, “Now how ‘bout round two?”

I groaned, “Nap first, then we’ll see.”

Josh laughed, “I love you (Y/N).”

I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes, “I love you too Josh.”

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Okay so I really hope I did your request justice because I really really liked the idea so idk 

Reversal Pt. 3

Simon x Reader #1 pt. 3

Warnings: swearing, arguing, and it’s smut 

Requested: yusss by @sidewomanxix

Notes: this is my first time writing smut so be kind, and if it’s not your thing then don’t read it lol ~K

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

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- - 5 months later - -

Honestly, the past five months have been some of the best of your life. Simon and you had become official after the second date and you couldn’t be happier about it. Although everything wasn’t smooth all the time; there were nights where you couldn’t stop arguing over the tiniest things, but at the end of the day you both cared about each other and you both knew that.

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