i want to hug a tall person

BTS - romantically hugging you.

Request:  Bts romantically hugging you please💕💕


He’s romantic by himself. So automatically, most hugs were romantic. And you loved it. The way he hugged you and said sweet things to you, and after that he always kisses you passionately.


Even though he has the reputation of being a cold person, he’s definitely not. He is extremely cute to you. When you are having a bad day, or just because he wants to, he hugs you in the best way possible. Even if he is not so tall, he would try to cover your whole body and make you feel safe.


You were not on your best days and he knew it. So he hugged you tight and made you feel like the most loved person in the world. “I love you so much, you are my princess.”


Like Jin, his hugs would always be romantic. He likes to make you feel good and safe in his arms.


The hug can start all romantic, but in the end, you two were going to laugh so much. “Oppa, your little hands are so cute.” “We’re having a romantic time here, why do you have to ruin it?” He started to laugh SO MUCH, just like you.


Well, sometimes his “romantic hugs” would become something more. He would begin  kiss your neck and run his hand through your body. “I love you very much, jagi.” He said into your ear, making you shiver.


He arrived from rehearsals very tired. The first thing he did when he arrived was hug you. “Hi, little baby.” You said as he held you tighter. “What happened?” “I don’t know, I just need your hug.” You laughed at his words. He is definitely a baby. A big baby.

idk how to write a ‘romantic hug’ but i hope that make sense lol i hope u like it anyway.

requests are open! feel free to ask.

lucia-ik  asked:

omg drunk keith is so cute. what would happen if keith got drunk for the first time infornt of the kids when they are teen. Somehow I think lance would have blast/could not believe that this is his daddy. And would it escalate if Shiro wasn't there?(Keith doesn't seem to have any impulse control when drunk) btw I love the little knb picture when I go to your askbox it's adorable!

LMAO Yes! Drunk Keith is worse than Shiro tbh. XD 

[The Voltron Family]  Shiro was away to attend one of those conferences for doctors outside of the state and Keith was missing him so bad. It has been 8 days now and Keith didn’t wanna be clingy but sometimes he just missed Shiro’s kisses and cuddles.

The kids were at a party of a friend of theirs and it was only 9pm but Keith drove there anyway to pick them up, despite saying he’d pick them up at 10, they were teens now after all. They earned it after acing all their exams. Keith arrived at the party and he entered frowning. Ugh. Teenagers are too rowdy at parties. Back in my days…crap, I sound like an old man.

He went looking for his three kids when some dude came up to him.

Some Dude: *offers a cup of beer* Whoa. You’re a new pretty face. Might I offer you some beer?
Keith: *glares* I’m a wine type of person and I’m old enough to be your father.
Some Dude: *chuckles* Right. Of course. I’m guessing you’re about 25 or 27 by the looks of it? *gives Keith a once over* *points at the leather jacket* *whistles* Nice.
Keith: *ignores* Where’s Lance, Pidge and Hunk? *looks around*
Some Dude: They’re by the library last time I saw them. 
Keith: Thanks. *leaves*
Some Dude: Hey! I have wine. Can’t have a guest walking around without a drink of their choice. *smiles*
Keith: *stops* Do you have 1947 Cheval Blanc?
Some Dude: *blinks* What? I have no idea what you’re talking about but we could check it out by the bar? *points at the bar* The bartender might know. *eyes Keith* You looked so stressed, man. You okay?
Keith: *sighs* I am the epitome of stress. 
Some Dude: Awww, sorry for hitting on you, man.
Keith: It’s fine.
Some Dude: I’m Leonard. Finals are over but you’re probably the type to stress over results, huh? Forget about it tonight. C’mon, let’s get you a drink. You need it. *places an arm around Keith’s shoulder*
Keith: Oh boy, do I. *rubs temples* 

Lance, Hunk and Pidge were about to leave the house to wait for their Daddy Keith to arrive to pick them up when Pidge spotted something.

Pidge: Oh sweet baby mac and cheese. Is that Dad by the bar?
Hunk and Lance: *turns around and sees Keith*

Keith was drunk and he was ranting and ranting to their poor friend Leonard who had to hear everything. The three teens approached the bar.

Keith: And then he would usually surprise me to a lunch date when he visits me at work. *sobs while taking another drink* Such a wonderful man and now… *hiccups* He’s not even here with me. 
Leonard: Oh damn. You have a bad case of love sickness.
Keith: *nods* I do and I hate the fact he’s out there somewhere miles away and I’m here like a mess. *turns to his side and sees a girl* *cups her face and leans in*
Hunk: Is Dad drunk?! *shocked* He would NEVER do THAT! 
Pidge: Dude, we gotta do something!
Lance: No no, wait, you guys. Let’s see what happens first. *amused* I’ve never seen Daddy Keith drunk—ever.
Girl: *smirks at Keith* Hey, pretty boy.
Keith: *scrunches his nose* Pretty boy. You’re not Shiro. *frowns* He calls me pretty boy when we snuggle at night. *cries* *hugs the girl* I miss him so much. I want to see him. *turns to another person* Do you know where Shiro is? He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Have you seen him?
Pidge: Wow. He got drunk because of Daddy Shiro.
Keith: *gets up from his seat* *wobbles as he walks towards the dance floor*
Hunk: Uh, guys, should we do something now?
Keith: *walks randomly to every guy and cups their face to look at them* *shakes head* Nope. Not Shiro. Not you. Too short. Too tall. Too lanky. Not my type. Leave. 
Lance: Are you guys seeing this? *laughs* This is GOLD. 
Hunk: No. This is horrifying! Daddy Keith’s so broken.
Some other random dude: *walks up to Keith dancing* Hey, sexy.
Keith: *glares at him* What are you doing?
Some other random dude: *chuckles* Thought we could have some fun tonight. *touches Keith’s arm*
Keith: *grips the guy’s hand* Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me. Only one man can touch me.
Some other random dude: *grins* Shit, that’s hot. I could be that—
Pidge: Dad! *shouts and approaches Keith*
Keith: *turns head* *smiles* Oh, baby girl. I came looking for you and *sees Lance and Hunk* your brothers.
Some other random dude: *looks at the three teens* Hey, I saw him first.
Keith: No, you didn’t. *glares* Shiro saw me first.  
Some other random dude: Who the heck is Shiro? 
Hunk, Lance and Pidge: Our Dad.
Keith: My husband.
Some other random dude: What the shit, dude? You’re married?!
Keith: I am. *teary eyed* And I miss him. I miss my husband. *sobs as he wipes his tears* I… *walks wobbling*
Hunk: I got you, Dad. *catches Keith and embraces him*
Keith: *sobs* I miss Takashi Shirogane. Bring me Takashi Shirogane. I love Takashi Shirogane. *clings to Hunk*

Hunk drove them all back home and they put Keith to bed. The following morning, Pidge handed him the phone. Shiro was on Skype.

Shiro: Hey, sweetheart. Good morning.
Keith: Shiro. *whispers*
Shiro: I heard what happened last night. *frowns*
Keith: Oh my god. *groans* 
Shiro: *chuckles* Hey, I think it’s nice to know you rejected everyone’s advances because they weren’t me.
Keith: *whispers not looking at Shiro* I only want you.
Shiro: *flushes* Keith, you’re not playing fair.
Keith: It’s true though.
Shiro: Why don’t we go out tonight on a date?
Keith: *shocked* *looks up* Tonight?
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah, I’m coming home, pretty boy.

Cute and Small ~Auston Matthews Imagine~

Summary: You’re smaller than Auston but have a fiesty attitude. Fans, friends, and family tend to make fun of your adorable relationship. 

Author’s Note: Auston Matthews is a tall, teddy bear. I want to hug him. 

Originally posted by conorshcary

You were a short person. No lie there. You were a 5′2 feisty little thing, not to mention. One day, you were with your boyfriend, Auston Matthews, and you two were cuddling on the couch. His arms were wrapped around you and you were on your phone. Auston had came back from practice and he was tired after his shower. 

“You guys are so cute,” Mitch teased. 

“Shut up,” You say. Auston was the first boyfriend who you were really serious about. You still couldn’t take in nice compliments from people due to your awkwardness. You feel Auston smile into your back, making you laugh a little. 

“You’re so small. I swear, Auston has both of his arms wrapped around you,” Mitch said. 

“So? I like it when he does that,” I said. 

“Mhm. Okay. Anyway, don’t check your social media,” Mitch tells you. 

“What did you do now?” You ask. You look at your Instagram first and saw a picture of you and Auston that Mitch posted. 

@marner_93: When bae can wrap both arms around you

@stephlachancee: @yourusername how can you cheat on me baby??

@fanaccount: Goals

@fanaccount: Y/N is such a small bean

@fanaccount: Never realized how small Y/N is until now

“Mitch!” You tell him before throwing a pillow at him. 

“What?” He laughed a little.

“What’s going on?” Auston asks, raising his head up to speak.

“Mitch posted a picture about us,” You tell him before showing your boyfriend. 

“Well, you are small,” Auston chuckled. 

“Sorry I can’t grow taller,” You tell Auston. You roll your eyes at him.

“You know I love your shortness right?” Auston says. He kisses your head and you turn around so you were facing his chest. 

“Okay, before anything dirty happens, I’m going to walk out,” Mitch tells you two before leaving. You look up at Auston and you both get up. You looked up at Auston who leaned down to give you a kiss on the head.

Originally posted by yourtrendish

“What if you fall for a taller girl?” You asked. 

“Can’t. Because she’s not you,” He tells you. 

You smile up at him and pull him down into another kiss. He picks up you up and you laugh at him. He gives you another kiss before leading you into the bedroom.

Originally posted by icanbeafreak-

Author’s Note: Told you that I was gonna post this. I’m a sucker for height difference couples. They are so cute.

anonymous asked:

I imagine Lance's mom to be this short Cuban lady with big and poofy hair who doesn't take shit from anybody. I want her to be this angry little lady who will whack you with a wooden spoon if you fuck up. I want to see her hugging her impossibly tall son. I want to see her making her kids their favorite foods when they're down. I imagine that Lance got a lot of his personality from her. I want Lance's mom to be this short Cuban lady who is fierce and kind and just bad ass all around.

hell yes??

in honour of graduating in less than two weeks i wanna make a basic summary of the shit i pulled off in high school

  • drank vodka straight from a mug in latin class without the teacher noticing and when she asked me to do some task i nailed it by saying “scio me nihil scire”
  • got pizza for money collected from class with my friends. multiple times. 
  • had an energy drink every single day of senior year. each one.
  • asked my history teacher if i could leave to get coffee (a coffee machine is right outside our history classroom) and left to starbucks. 
  • skipped class to make blingees
  • when secretary approached me to tell me that tattoos are against school regulations i pulled my sleeves down and said “what tattoos”
  • got a principal’s reprimand for leaving school grounds (it’s important for the story i’ll write later on)
  • right after harambe happened i started a Harambe Movement at my school which was basically just putting harambe pictures and memes around school
  • one of the memes was making fun of our principal for giving reprimands to adult students leaving school grounds and i won’t be exaggerating if i say that every high schooler in my town knows this meme.
  • the funniest thing- i was threatened with principal’s reprimand for sharing a meme making fun of our principal for giving reprimands for stupid reasons. the fanpage is annonymous tho so i didn’t have any consequences.
  • after time harambe movement somehow turned into a Communist Student Party, now everyone knows that people who put memes around school are angry communists who fight for students liberation. 
  • i have a habit of drawing in maths and once in test i drew a hundred chairs just to picture it better. got additional points for drawing skills and patience for drawing a hundred identical chairs.
  • every single project i had i made sure there was one slightly disturbing thing on my pendrive (”blood kink fanfics”, “michael jackson & booze”) and watched my classmates look at it in terror
  • had a detailed plan to vaporize booze on my prom (which failed only because i got a tattoo appointment for my best friend 7 hours before prom and didn’t have time to get everything done)
  • did my friend’s full face make up in history class. when my teacher asked what i was doing i just said “makeup”
  • forced my biology teacher to tell us about zombie ants and spent entire hour asking questions about that topic. (honestly research that, metal as fuck)
  • got very stoned before my social studies test and it was the only time when i got a good grade. my teacher wanted to become a philosopher as a child.
  • when it snowed my friend and i wrote “bio-chem sux” in snow on our school’s court, each letter was like 3 meters tall. we are bio-chem class.
  • when in additional bio class (starting at 7:20) our teacher asked me to explain photosynthesis i just answered with “i don’t know, the only thing that matters is that it works, why do we even have to look into that” while drinking coffee
  • learnt definition of personal space by heart and said it to everyone who tried to hug me on “national hugs day” because our school hosted some kind of fucked competition on number of hugs.
  • went to a gay bar with physics teacher on a school trip
  • threw a birthday party for my friend in school basement, with champagne, birthday cake and candles
  • brought cards against humanity to each english class for two weeks straight. after that we gave our teacher a cake as an apology for not paying attention to her subject, she was so happy she let us play CAH for one more class and while she was listening to pink floyd
  • went to church with class because we were all supposed to go and complained about “shitty karaoke equipment” for the whole mass

i still have a few days left and i’m thinking about making my “vaporize vodka” plan real. 

Six Feet

Sidemen + Chris X Reader

I was finally going to be meeting the sidemen and I couldn’t be more excited! I was attending their second upload event and this time I had made sure I had enough for VIP. I had been queueing for about 20 minutes until I could hear the guys inside and I was really getting excited to see them.

After we had had our picture taken on the sofa I made sure I gave everyone a hug before I left as I probably wouldn’t get the chance again.

“Hey, someone who is actually my height!” Simon said as he put up his inviting arms. I smiled, knowing how often we both probably got comments about our height.

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If MONSTA X were boyfriends

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Kihyun Detailed version

Shownu/Hyunwoo: He would be “shy-all-the-time-boyfriend”. For Shownu, he would get embarrassed the most, out of all of the members. He would be shy about holding your hand, after performing for you, taking you out on a date and even your first kiss with him. He would be a flustered mess. He may be sexy with his dance moves, his arms tense and his legs showing in his pants…after he shows you the dancing, he would blush…A LOT. He would natrually do aegyo when he gets flustered. You can tease him a little, but too much may get him a little down. He would love hand holding and hugging you from behind. When you are down, he would hug you and tell you everything would be alright. Holding you close and trying to tell you that he is there for you. I think he would also love animals, just by his look. He would treat you and your friends with respect, like a true gentleman would do. Despite his tall, muscle-y, strong look, he is just a kitten. His dates would include a mini dance performance, maybe at a quiet place life a cafe. Maybe a club if you wanted him to be a bit more daring.

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Wonho/Hoseok: He would be “tease-boyfriend”. This guy is slightly different from Shownu’s personality. He would love to show off how sexy he is and how athletic he is. With no doubt, he would walk right out of the shower with just a towel around his waist and a small towel draped from his shoulders. He would love picking you up and giving you piggy-back-rides, picking you up bridal style and just slinging you over his shoulder. He smiles a lot when he is pleased when you are happy with the gift, date or the performance he gave or put on for you. However, that can change to becoming extremely sexy when he wants something out of you. A compliment? A kiss? Yup, he would use his charms to get you to fall for him. He would be showing off something sexy, then he would mess up so that he would try to be funny. He loves hugs, kisses on the lips, hand holding, his arm on your shoulder, leaning on him on the couch, just everything. He would kiss your scalp if you were sad, hugging you tight and kissing your cheek. While he strokes your hair. His dates would be a bit more quaint. Restaurants, cafe’s, a beach, night time walks and things that you would expect from a calm individual. 

Originally posted by monstaxs

Minhyuk: He would be the “cute-boyfriend”. He would definitely be the one who would try to be manly, but would fail epicly. He would try to impress you, but seeing how cute he is, you would just laugh. If he wants something from you though, he would use that (he is kind of spoiled).  However, he does become more mature when you are sad, depressed or stressed. He would wrap his arm around you and try to cheer you up. He would become a dork right then and there. He kind of acts like a kid, but that is probably why you like him so much. He would be giving you gifts such as candy, teddy bears and some clothes. He loves to hug you, his right cheek touching your cheek. He would also like to drag you places, with your hand in his. Leading you to interesting places you have never seen before. Be careful with Minhyuk though. Sometimes you set yourself up for things he wants. “Aw…I’m kind of hungry.” And when you ask him if he had lunch, he would smile and drag you to a restaurant. He would take you to dates like a museum, a toy store, the mall and some other places.

Originally posted by whisperingthoughtzz

Kihyun: He would be the “smiley-all-the-time-boyfriend” . He would be smiling even when he is sad or happy. As long as you are smiling, he is too. He loves to hug you and make sure he is in your arms. He will text you a lot, sending you selcas and small messages about how his day is going. He may over exert himself and he will be hard on himself, trying to perfect his singing and dancing. Giving him a smile, a kiss on the cheek and a hug will brighten up his day. Taking him out once and awhile will show how adventurous and how much you care about him. When you are down, he will do his famous robot dance. If that doesn’t work, he won’t say anything. He will pat your back, and rub it. Grabbing tissues so that you can wipe your eyes. Wrapping one arm around your shoulder, he would shake you a little then smile at you before saying “want to get ice cream?” He would buy gifts for you that are expensive. Not because he can afford it, but he would do this to show how much he loves you. You would be against it, but he would do anything to show that he is loyal to you. His dates would be very nice. A restaurant, watching the stars at night, playing games at the dorm, or just chilling in each other’s arms at the park.

Originally posted by n-oyoonho

Hyungwon: He would be the “try-hard-all-the-time-boyfriend”. He would do anything to get your attention. He will bake, sew, craft, make, write and even buy things for you. He puts a bit too much effort into things, even in dates. Maybe, that is why it makes it special. He would definitely, have the cheesiest ideas, but they fit him perfectly. His smiles and his glares would make you melt. Every small thing he does is perfection to you. While the rest of MONSTA X would cringe at his cheesiness, you would hug him and jump up and down. Laughing at how ridiculous. yet great he is. If you have a problem, just tug on his shirt or his sleeve. He will look at you and ask you quietly if something was wrong. If something was wrong or if you were just happy, he would listen, not interrupting you. When you are sad, he would hug you. Upset at whatever hurt you, or tries to calm you down. Hugging you and stroking your hair, saying “it’s ok.” Once you look up, he may do his Mantis Dance. His dates would be something cheesy. Like a Ferris wheel ride, a walk to the park, a dinner or even some even on Valentines day.

Originally posted by fy-hyungwonho

JooHeon: He would be the “cute-all-the-time-boyfriend”. His charisma and his fierceness may be a bit too much to handle when you first meet him. But, inside he is truly a nice guy. Pulling out the aegyo and the high pitched voice. Outside of the dorm, he may try to act all cool. Putting his arm around you, and putting his jacket on your shoulders. When it is just the two of you, he will hug you, and spin you around. (HE IS SUCH A CHILD) He will compose a rap for you as a gift, or gives you something small that he made. When you tease him about how cute his round face is, he may be happy or a little down. He may be a little self-conscious about his looks, but let him know he is cute anyway! He works extremely hard in the relationship, trying to plan out stuff…but then it doesn’t go right. Then he just re-plans everything, just so that it can go perfectly. He will cheer you up by saying some words of wisdom. If you are really upset and crying, he would rub your back. Not saying a word as he listens to your problems. Hugs are a must with this boy, and hand holding. His dates are pretty creative. It can be a concert, an art show, or even some sort of cool landmark that you have never seen.

Originally posted by kimbaabi

I.M/ChangKyun: He would be the “cocky boyfriend”. Yes, I.M would be the cockiest one out of them all. He will be blunt and full of himself. He will be a goof everywhere. Trying to make you smile whenever possible. When he is serious, you don’t expect him to do anything. Then he may just give you the funniest look. When he bakes something, he will try to be smooth. If you say, “ChangKyun, what’s inside the cake?” He may either say, “it’s a secret,” or he may say “our love.” He is a grease ball. Please do be careful when he is upset. Encourage him on the things he is truly good at. Don’t lie about things he can’t do. If you are honest and a little blunt, he will be okay with it. He will give you kisses on the cheek sometimes when he feels like it. His gifts would be odd ones. Maybe a video game, then a plushie, then hair dye, then pranks. His gifts would be everywhere, but useful. When you are sad, he will turn on his Comedic mode. If that doesn’t work, he may get some snacks and offer that to you. If that doesn’t work, he will finally hug you. Kissing your lips and saying that it won’t happen again…even though it will. His dates are more “Child-Esque”. Arcades, amusement parks, festivals, carnivals, haunted houses and movie theaters.

Originally posted by tochangkyun


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Lead & Lies

Namjoon x Reader
Gang/Mafia Smut
Word Count: 5,000+
Rough, Dominant, Daddy Namjoon

This was a request from a while ago, I’m sorry Anon, I’m a piece of crap and I got so wrapped up in Bite.


RM: I won’t be able to see you for a while, baby girl.

-But why?! What are you doing?

RM: You know I can’t tell you what I’m doing, it’s for your safety.


RM: Be a good girl for me, okay? I love you, you know that right?

But I hung up the phone before I could cave and tell him that I loved him too, left alone with only my thoughts of him and my anger and loneliness even though there was always someone one watching me, guarding me, even if I couldn’t see them. He never told me anything, constantly treating me like the child that I used to be, insistent that he didn’t want to ruin my ‘innocence’. After three years with Namjoon, any innocence that I had left me a long time ago.

The phone buzzed in my hand and I looked down as a new message popped up on the screen.

I’m sorry. I love you. We’ll see each other soon enough.

Yeah right. Each time he leaves, he is gone for longer periods of time. Last time, I didn’t get to see him for nearly three weeks, and then he came back with a broken hand all wrapped up in a clunky white cast. There were days where he would try to hide the blood spatter on the collar of his shirts or the tiny burns in his jackets and hand from the hot gun powder that back sprayed, but it was no use. I could smell the slight smokey gunpowder on him when I hugged him, and in that close proximity, the little polka dots of blood were plainly visible.

 When I met Namjoon he was just a boy in his late teens, full of potential and life, and I was just a kid in my early teens, completely smitten and in love with him from the very beginning. He would get himself into trouble and made friends with some people that he admired a lot, but those friends drew him into a dark, dangerous world that he was now the leader of, and he couldn’t escape. Not that he wanted to. My Kim Namjoon was THE gang leader of the biggest gang in Korea. He was the leader, the head honcho, the boss at such a young, ripe age of 22.

I stared at his text until the screen faded to black and then I stared at my reflection, all my anger deflating out of me until just numbness remained. I wouldn’t be able to feel much until he was with me again.

1 Month Later

Four weeks have now gone by and I haven’t seen his face in person once. I hadn’t touched his lips or hugged his tall frame and I was beginning to go crazy. The late night talks that sometimes turned into desperate phone sex sessions were not helping ease the distance between us either. All my nervous habits were returning, one by one, until I had chewed my nail beds to raw shreds and a stress rash was creeping up on my neck. Sometimes I would stare at my phone, willing it to ring so I could hear his voice and know he was okay but he hadn’t called in three days and I felt like I would be sick with worry at every second.

Some of you might judge me for being in love with a gang leader, but he wasn’t always one and he was never violent with me. I never really saw any part of his work or heard about it. I never actually saw him pull the trigger that propelled the hot lead bullets into his enemies head. He made sure that I was as far away from the fire as possible. There is nothing to justify it but I was a girl hopelessly, stupidly in love with a beautifully dangerous boy and nothing would be able to change that, so I waited and made excuses for him to ease my conscience.

I looked up at the clock ticking annoyingly on the wall. It mocked me with each second that Namjoon was away.

12:24 a.m.

I sighed and laid down on my messy bed, flopping down and pushing my phone away from me. If he was going to call me, he would’ve done it by now. I might as well try and get some sleep. I pulled the covers around me and nestled into their warmth, trying to find a comfortable position. My eyes closed and my breathing slowed as I imagined Namjoon walking through my door and climbing in with me. I slowly fell asleep to a world with a normal Namjoon with a normal job and who didn’t carry a gun and wasn’t always surrounded by henchmen and lackeys. One who never left me and would make dinners with me and snuggle on the couch while we watched movies about gangs and mafias instead of living in it.

I awoke suddenly to a dark room, the other half of the bed cold and empty like usual. The soft sound of a door opening and closing made me freeze and cease my breathing. Panic dripped down my back like a cold ice cube and I waited to hear anymore noises but no monster seemed to come crawling into my room. I quietly placed my feet on the floor and stood up, painfully aware of all the tiny noises that I was making. The fabric of my long sleep shirt sliding against my bare legs, the taps of my toes on the cold, hardwood floors, my shallow breathing.

I slowly twisted the door handle and pulled open the door, the hallway was dark and only a faint golden light filtered underneath the door to Namjoon’s office. My heart raced and I swiftly ran up to his door and carefully opened it just in case it was someone other than him. I peeked in and saw the silhouette of a tall man and recognized it as Namjoon immediately. His head was leaned back against the tall chair and he looked tired and stressed out. My excitement overtook me and I threw open the door and rushed over to him.

“Namjoon-ah!” I cried.

Literally, tears sprang to my eyes and I simultaneously felt that hole in my chest fill itself and become bigger. He was here with me now but that just meant that at some point soon, he would be leaving me all over again. His face was long and the bags under his eyes popped out at me, the fatigue in his feature was clear and evident, but at that moment, I didn’t care. His eyes opened and he smiled at me as I plopped myself in his lap and hugged him tightly to my chest.

“I missed you, baby girl. I didn’t want to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully.”


My hand connected with his face and stunned him so hard he blinked a couple times.


“F-For leaving me with a text and not saying goodbye in person! For being gone s-so long that I felt like I was s-s-suffocating!”

My months’ worth of tears flowed rapidly down my face and caused my words to stall as I hiccupped around them. I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder, breathing in his calming subtle scent.

“Im sorry (Y/N), there wasn’t any time to tell you in person. I promise I won’t do that again.”

His promise was hollow and we both knew it; Namjoon would always be disappearing wordlessly and I would always be left waiting in the shadows for him to return.

He hugged me to him and repeatedly smoothed one hand over my hair as I calmed down. I placed kisses on his neck and cheek nearest to me and ran my fingers through his hair. I wanted to feel him as much as possible, to cement him into my mind for the next time he left.



“I love you too.”

“You do? I was beginning to think you didn’t anymore.”

I slapped his shoulder and raised my head to stare at him with a stern look.

“Yah! Don’t say things like that! Of course I love you, or else I wouldn’t still be here, now would I?”

“OW! You’re violent today aren’t you? Didn’t I tell you to be a good girl for me? It’s not nice to hit.”

His tired eyes twinkled with playful words as his hand was working patterns into my bare thigh that made me sigh and bite my lip. I studied his face, lit with the cool, blue glow of moonlight on one side, and the warm glow of artificial electricity on the other. The small freckle below his plump lips, the shape of his eyes, the soft roundness to his nose. He was the most handsome man I would ever lay eyes on. One hand floated up to his cheek and laid there against the warmth that still radiated from my slap.

“I missed you so much, Joonie.”

“Not as much as I missed you, baby girl.”

His voice dropped deeper and he brought his lips to mine in a soft, but passionate kiss. Large hands wiped at the tears that still stained my face and I moved from sitting sideways in his lap to straddling his thighs and resting my weight on them. He moaned against my mouth and slid his hand up underneath my shirt along my back.

I followed him and slid my hands behind him, tugging at his shirt until it untucked from his pants and came loose in my hand. I slid my hands up his warm, firm chest and began to unbutton the cotton at his neck as he parted our lips and deepened the kiss. I worked my way down his shirt, hands skimming over skin and muscles. Namjoon sighed and ripped his large t shirt over my head.

“I love it when you wear my shirts.”

“I love it when you take them off me.” I replied, naked in front of him except my underwear.

“I need you, (Y/N).” he breathed against my chest as he rocked me down on his erection.

I moaned and dry humped him through my underwear, desperate to feel him. My eyes closed as he kissed and sucked along my jaw, neck, and shoulder, all the while his hands kneading at my ass and massaging it. I held his head at my shoulder as he sucked dark bruises onto my skin and I whined high pitched noises. His dress shirt slipped from his shoulders and he tossed it to the ground, uncaring as it wrinkled immediately. His hands smoothed over my stomach and cupped my breasts, nipples rolling in between his fingers as he watched my face crumble.

“Namjoon.” I whispered.

“You’re so beautiful. Especially in this moonlight and moaning my name.”

His voice was gruff and deep, the baritone vibrating through my body and making me shiver, hair standing on end and nipples hardening from the sensation. My core began to pulse with need and soon a wet patch spread onto the fabric of his pants.

“Namjoon, touch me…” I demanded breathlessly against his ear.

His answer was a tortured sigh, hot and humid against my neck as he raised his mouth to bite and pull at my earlobe, a move that drove me crazy. His right hand dipped underneath the band of my underwear and slid into them, middle finger running across my clit and dipping into my opening as he cupped my sex. His finger broke through the seal of my lower lips and wetness flowed onto his finger and open palm as I moaned needily. His touch was a drug and I was the junkie, always needing another hit, always thinking about the next fix, even when the high was already settling in. I couldn’t quit Namjoon.

“FUCK, You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. It’s so sexy.” He growled.

His finger slid up and down at a steady pace, just fast and hard enough to make my stomach churn but not cum. My body shuddered on top of his, my hands gripping his neck for balance as I rocked on his hand, trying to make contact with my clit on his palm. I kissed all over his neck and sucked and nibbled at that spot right at the back, below his ear, just like he liked.

“Shit. Im so hard right now, I want to be in you already.” He growled harshly, biting down on my ear hard enough to make me whine out loud and clench around his finger that was now thrusting into me with enough force to make dirty wet noises as I suctioned around him.

It was true, I could feel him pressing against my thigh every time I gyrated against him, straining against the restrictive fabric of his tight black pants.

“Make me cum first. It’s your punishment for being such an asshole.” I said, giggling slightly, but completely serious.

“You think you can boss me around now? Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, darling.” He said dangerously, although he graciously added another finger to my throbbing core and curled into me.

I leaned back slightly so our eyes connected and put I put all the anger, lust, and dominance I could muster into my face and slid one hand up his chest before I wrapped it around his throat and pushed his head into the chair roughly, catching him by surprise again.

“I said…-“ my other hand grabbed his member from underneath me and squeezed tightly and watched as his face went slack and his eyes shut momentarily at my touch. “-… Make me cum first.”

When his eyes opened again, they were sharp as the knife that he always kept on him. Dark and piercing, they cut me to the bone and he lurched up to me, breaking my hold on his neck as he slammed his lips to mine in a hot, violent kiss and finally fucked me right, his fingers fast and rough while his thumb connected with my clit. My mouth opened against his, unable to contain the high semi-screams that were bubbling up my throat.

“Namjoon!” I shouted, my hands clutching at his back, fingernails breaking through his smooth skin.

“You wanna cum first?” he said menacingly, words bouncing with every quick thrust that his arm and hand landed into me. “Then do it. Cum for me so I can finally fuck you like the bad girl you are. You need to be punished.”

His words twisted my insides with dark pleasure and I was so close to breaking. I threw my hair back before leaning down and capturing his tongue with mine, our mouths slightly open against one another as our moans vibrated against our intertwined muscles. Namjoon teased my tongue further into his trap and sucked on the tip before releasing it and continuing to bite and tease my lower lip. With two fingers stimulating my upper walls and on finger directly pleasuring my clit, he lowered his lips to my breast and flicked my sensitive nipple with his wet tongue in fast motions that had my walls clenching and me whimpering.

“That’s it, baby girl. You’re almost there.”

His mouth returned to my nipple, biting and sucking my pink nub until my rocking hips shuddered and I collapsed onto him, my orgasm ringing through his ears as I screamed aloud. His hand left me and I felt empty and hollow as he brought his two fingers to his mouth, sucking on them until only his saliva coated his digits. The sight made my eyelids flutter while my body came down from my high. Namjoon poked one finger at my swollen lips and I opened them, letting his pointer finger slide in as I sucked harshly and moaned on him while I ground into his now raging erection.

His eyes dropped at the sensation and he scraped his teeth on his bottom lip as he watched me from above him, teasing his finger like I would his cock. I swirled my tongue on the tip of his finger and he growled deeply before pulling his finger free and adding pinched to my hard nipples.

“Get on your knees.” He commanded, now in control as usual.

I hastily obliged, scrambling down the plane of his thighs until my bare knees hit the rough carpet, and waited for his next order. He stood up in front of me, his face stormy and lustful, and forcefully undid his belt, metal on metal clanging in the air until the silver and leather fell to the floor. My breathe quickened as he took off his gun holster and set the dangerous hunk of metal on the desk behind us, unzipping his pant just enough so that his cock had a door to slip through, standing tall, proud, and angry in front of my lips.

“Open wide, baby girl.”

Sex seeped out of his every word, deep voice vibrating into my mind making me eager to swallow him whole. I braced myself with my left hand on his muscular thigh while my right hand gripped him at his base. He sucked in through his teeth and I jerked him for a few seconds, warming him up with my hand before I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock and giving him a quick suck at the sensitive area right under the tip. He twitched above me and groaned as his hand came to the back of my head.

“Fuck. I almost forgot how good you are at- ah!”

I cut him off with a quick lick to the head of his penis before diving onto him, sucking him in far and hollowing my cheeks. When I brought my head back up, I swirled my tongue on the head before bobbing back down and occasionally deep throating him until I swallowed and gagged on his head.

“Good girl, just like that…”

His voice was strained and breathy as his breath quickened and his hands tightened in my hair, slightly moving me back and forth on him as his hips rocked slowly. Tears pooled at the bottom of my eyes as I gagged a little harder and pulled my head back to breathe in a gulp of air, returning to his frenulum again and flicking my pointed tongue repeatedly over it, driving him wild as I teased his sweet spot.

“F-Fuck, oh god.” His chest rose and fell quickly and his eyes squeezed shut, hips jerking with every tongue flick that I tortured him with.

“Stop, stop, stop!” he huffed, pulling himself away from me. “You almost made me cum, you naughty girl.”

A devilish grin spread across my face and i kneaded his thighs with my fingers, eager to touch him without his clothes covering him. My fingers undid the last button holding his pant up and I let them fall along with his tight black boxer-briefs, and he stepped out of the pool of fabric.

“Lay on that desk so I can properly punish you, okay?”

His hand stroked slowly over his engorged, pink cock as his eyes commanded my body. I nodded obediently and rose from my sore knees and bent over his desk, sucking in air as the cold enameled wood stung the skin on my stomach and breasts. I tucked my arms underneath me and waited with anticipation for his assault to begin.

My panties tore from my body, stinging my skin where it had been pulled against. He started my rubbing his hands on the rounded mounds of my ass, massaging them for a minute until I whimpered in a desperate voice.


“uh uh, shh, baby girl. You know the rules. I get to punish you now. How many lashed do you think is appropriate for your sudden attitude?”

I bit my lip and moaned as his finger ghosted over my lower lips.

“As much as you want, daddy.”

I said innocently, finally using his favorite name in an attempt to speed him up. He hummed in approval and I heard the metal of his belt clink as he picked it up from the floor.

“I think five will be enough.”

And with that, the first slap! sounded through the air as he lightly brought the hard leather against my soft flesh. I whined loudly as the stinging began on my bottom, the flesh beginning to heat up, but my whine turned into a moan as Namjoon caressed my swollen clit and laid sweet kisses on the red welt on my skin.


I panted and waited for the next whipping, knowing from experience that it would be slightly more painful than the previous strike. The next slap! landed slightly to the right of the first mark and made me moan and whimper as I rubbed my inner thighs together, trying desperately to get relief from my dripping core. He kissed the my bottom again, adding a little lick to my opening as he finished, teasing me until I cried out and threw my arms out, gripping the edge of the desk.


The next whip came down on the bottom of my ass, close to my aching core and clit, and I gasped out loud at the intense pain/pleasure that coursed through me.

“Daddy! Please, just fuck me already.” I begged, nails digging into the wood beneath my fingers.

Namjoon cursed and I could feel him press the tip of his cock along my slit.

“Shit, you make me want to so bad, baby girl, but you need to finish your punishment.”

He sounded strained and out of breath and I knew he was losing his resolve. I leaned myself back slightly, gasping and licking my lips and I felt his head dip inside of me slightly before he withdrew and gave me another hard whip as a warning.

“Four.” He said, a growl deep in his voice.

I looked back at him for the last whip, my face laying against my hand and my teeth biting into one finger to staunch my whimpers. I caught his eye, dark and dangerous as he punished me. The fact that that darkness excited instead of frightened me was proof that I wasn’t the innocent little girl that he met three years ago. I was a different person now, who was drawn to that darkness just as much as he was, tainted by desire, lust, and anger. I liked Mafia Boss Namjoon; I had to admit it. I would be bored with a normal life and normal sex with a normal guy.

Namjoon took his time with the last whip, drawing out the punishment by giving me the smallest amounts of pleasure, rubbing himself along my core, hands massaging the red marks on my ass as I moaned and tried not to move or beg.

The belt sent tingles all over to my most sensitive areas when it finally connected; my nipples rubbed along the desk as I lurched forward, my inner walls pulsing tightly with need and all I could do was pant, pink faced, quivering, and hot as Namjoon finished his punishment.

“Five.” He breathed, and with that he finally pushed into me, aided by my excessive lubrication, belt forgotten on the ground.

“Yes!” I cried as I threw my head back and arched my body away from the desk.

Namjoon kissed up my back before he moved inside me, resting against my walls as he reached my face and turned me slightly so I could kiss his soft lips. It was wet and hot, short and breathy until finally, with his hands gripping and teasing my breasts, he began to thrust into me fast and hard.

“Did you like your punishment?”

His low, hot words blew against my earlobe sending shivers down my body that twisted inside my stomach until a high-pitched whine escaped my mouth.

“Yes, Daddy.” I moaned.

My arms snaked behind me, grabbing onto his torso as he pounded into me and his right hand squeezed my nipple mercilessly until I made little mewling noises. The same hand smoothed up my chest until it was wrapped around my throat and my breathing hitched slightly at the miniscule pressure he applied. His hips slowed until he was snapping them harshly inside of me, hitting the very end of my walls and I yelped at the sensation.

“Namjoon-ah!” I exclaimed ah he pressed against my sweet spot.

The pressure on my windpipe grew as he gripped tighter, his hips hitting harder as he spoke, words shaking with the motions of his body.

“Wrong name, baby girl.”

“Daddy.” I croaked.

“You’re such a good girl for me…”

He trailed his hand, loosening and unwinding from my neck, to brush aside my hair and expose my neck. He brought me closer to him, kissing and sucking up the smooth line of my shoulder until he was biting and licking at my earlobe, making me shudder beneath him. His cock thrusted into me slow and long, drawing out my pleasure with precise strokes.

“…always so good. You feel so good. I missed you, baby.”

He fucked me like that, slow and meticulous, for a moment, one hand dipping between me and the desk so he could pay attention to my throbbing clit. I moaned deeply, swirling my hips against his to gain friction in all the right places.

“Turn around so I can see your pretty face when you cum.”

I happily did as he said, turning my body so I was sitting on the edge of his desk with my legs spread wide enough for him to fit. His cock was slippery with my wetness as I grabbed him, pumping him and relishing how hard he was against my hand as I felt every vein rubbing against my palm. I gripped his base tightly and he hissed, eyed fluttering before his hands grabbed my breasts harshly and pinched and pulled at my nipples. I drew him to me and positioned his head at my entrance, our lips and tongues dancing together as he snapped inside of me fast and pointed, determined to make me cum hard on him.

My arms reached up of their own accord, and draped around his neck, bringing him closer against my lips and my torso. His hands abandoned my breasts as they pressed up against his chest and he chose to dip his arms under my knees and grip at my back, my legs hanging from the crook of his inner elbow. This new position opened me up for him to reach the best parts of me, cock pounding against my G-spot in a fast rhythm and clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every thrust. Pleasure rose in my groin and electric charges flipped my stomach like a rollercoaster while our mouth never stayed in the same position, continually exploring what we hadn’t tasted in over a month.

My fingers crawled up from his heated neck and into the soft tufts of hair that were slightly damp at the roots, and I tugged on the ends, moaning brokenly into his mouth before I finally broke the kiss, his mouth desperately trying to seek mine again.

“You feel amazing, Daddy. Im so close… I-I’m-“

My words cut off as he drilled into me with an inhuman speed, his hot breath flaring against my lips as his breathing became fast and erratic with exertion, each thrust punctuated by my whimpers or his grunts.

“C’mon baby. Cum with me (Y/N).” he whispered, voice warm and passionate against my ears.

My breath hitched in my throat as white hot electricity sparked inside me and I tensed and flexed my muscles, my second orgasm seconds from snapping loose. my hands tightened on the back of his neck and pulled at the short hair as my eyelids fluttered closed and my head titled back to release one long moan that echoed through the room as my walls contracted tightly around his cock and pulsed with my release, shaking my body against his.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come…” Namjoon hissed, his orgasm overtaking him with deep grunts as he continued to slide into me, prolonging our highs as long as possible. I could feel his warmth fill me as he shot inside of my walls, coating me in milky liquid as he shuddered and fell forward, trapping my body beneath him, against the desk, my back pressing against random papers and the sting of cold metal touching my shoulder.

our breathing slowed from breathless pants to a comfortable sigh and I wound my legs around his sweaty form, one hand on his back and the other smoothing through his hair as he tapped tiny pecks onto my shoulder and neck and anywhere else he could reach.

Suddenly, he pulled out of me and I jerked at the emptiness as he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, slowly walking to the door, laughing and slapping my ass as I yelped and protested.

“Namjoon, PUT ME DOWN!” I yelled, beating at his back against the taught muscles that twisted as he carried my weight.

“As you wish.”

He kicked open the door to the bedroom and threw me onto the bed, my body bouncing against the plush cover. I was faintly aware of his essence dripping down my thighs as he pounced on me and laid his body flush on top of mine, hands tangling in my messy hair and covering my face in kisses, ending the attack with one long, deep kiss that twisted our tongues together.

“I missed you so much, baby girl.” he sighed, dropping beside me in total exhaustion.

“I could tell.” I said, a grin on my face as I tucked into his side, one arm draped over his stomach as he wrapped one of his around my shoulder.

“I missed you so much. I hate it every time you leave.” I pouted into his chest, one finger idly tracing along his nipple.

“Stop that, unless you want me to fuck you again.” he said with a hint of laughter in his otherwise husky voice, my hand caught in his fist as he brought it up to his lips.

“Maybe I want you to, maybe that was part of my evil plan to seduce you again.” I teased, a finger coming free from his fist and stroking his thick lips that I loved so much.

“You don’t have to seduce me (Y/N), you already fill every space in my mind.” he stated.

My ear was pressed against his chest and my hand came to rest on his torso above his lungs, his heartbeat and rising and falling chest lulling me to sleep with the comfort of him, finally after so many days and nights apart. Eventually our breathing matched in pace and the quiet hum of our breathing filled the room, his thunderous snores joining in after a few minutes of peace. But even that sound comforted me as I floated after him into the dark dream land of sleep, hoping, wishing, that he would still be beside me when morning came.

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Jimin As Your Lover

Originally posted by cloudjimin

  • eye smiles every fucking day
  • that cute contagious lil giggle he would always make when you do something cute or when he does something cute and you laugh about it
  • there would always be smiles everytime he’s with you tbh 
  • other times it would be one of those horny smiles, but I’ll get to that in a bit ;)
  • his voice would always be in a higher pitch when he’s laughing or just smiling really big
  • he would always make up a cute pet name for you 
  • like angel or cutie or sweetheart 
  • tight, warm back hugs with him resting his head on ur shoulder 
  • even tho you might be a wee bit taller than him or as tall, he would still stand up on his tiptoes and rest his chin on ur shoulder
  • he would want to get everything for you
  • “why didn’t you tell me you wanted that from the top shelf, i could have gotten it for you” 
  • he would try, but you would have to help him in the end
  • tbh i think he has this radar that when feels someone is sad, his body probably tingles and he would go to that person and comfort them
  • he would definitely do that to you
  • like he would come to you, hug you, kiss you, tell you that its gonna be okay, that he’s here for you before you would even know that ur sad
  • let’s change the subject to something more…exciting 
  • i really do think sex with him would be h e a v e n l y
  • i feel like he’s more a sub than a dom but when he’s in dom mode..watch out
  • like he would tease you… a lot
  • orgasm denial, just saying
  • lots of thigh kissing
  • he would also love you to ride his face 
  • pussy licker (just saying)
  • and when he’s a sub he would still do that (^^) but he would want to call you mommy if ur into that kind of stuff
  • he would also let you control him in any way possible bc he would just love that
  • but when you guys are done, he’d just stare deeply into ur eyes 
  • for a long time
  • so long that you would try to shift ur gaze to somewhere else bc you were getting kinda embarrassed by the way he was staring at you but then his smile would get bigger and you both would laugh
  • he would touch ur face, ever so gently
  • put a serious face on and say,
  • “i love you so much y/n, with all my heart”
  • “i love you too, jimin, with all my heart”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

i kinda went overboard and made it a wee bit longer than my other ones but…what do u expect? he’s my bias 

i hope you enjoyed this lame attempt bc i know i did


All of them: I want to know them and support them and tell them personally I love their existence. Tall, short, big, tiny, femme, butch, in, out, top, bottom, and all the in-betweens; all the races and ethnicities and religions and non-religions; near, far, in Arizona and everywhere else. I want to know and hug and support and and champion and fight for all of you.


Thoughts on Molly Weasley

We all know that Molly Weasley is a great, wonderful, loving mother, and we can read about her in the books and see her being great in the movies. But imagine Molly Weasley being there for her children when they’re in trouble or sad or love sick or need somebody to talk. 

Bill being afraid of turning into a werewolf the first full moon after being attacked, not wanting to scare Fleur even more, so he leaves her back at Shell Cottage and goes home to the Burrow to think. But Molly sees right through him, and hugs him tightly, puts a hand on his scarred cheek, and just tells him firmly that, werewolf or not, you need to communicate with your spouse about what bothers you. So now go home and tell her that you love her and that you need to talk.

Molly finding 16-year-old Charlie in the kitchen one night, sulking over his tea with a thoughtful, pained expression. When she sits down next to him and asks what’s wrong, he confesses that he feels like something is wrong with him, because he doesn’t fall in love with girls or boys or really anyone, and he really just thinks that dragons are cool and not relationships. And Molly takes his shaky hands into her own, looking right at him and telling him that it didn’t matter, as long as he was happy, and that nothing was wrong with him. When he’s back at Hogwarts, an owl arrives and brings a package that contains a great pullover with a dragon on it and a note, ‘Dragons are cooler anyways.’. 

Molly Weasley telling everyone who wants to hear (or not, it doesn’t matter really) how proud she is of her son Percy who has perfect grades in every subject, is a prefect and (later) Head Boy and that he’s just like Arthur. And when they have a quiet moment alone at home, which is rare, she tells Percy directly how incredibly proud he makes her all the time, and Percy just blushes and mumbles ‘Muuum…’, rolling his eyes, but he actually feels like he’s ten inches taller all of a sudden.

Ginny cries every night in her bed after the events of CoS and often wakes up screaming, Molly waking up every night with her, running into her room and just holding her little girl until the tears run dry. And when they don’t, which happens some nights, Molly bundles her up in her blanket and takes her into her’s and Arthur’s bed, lets her sleep in between them where she can feel safe and protected, because no matter at what age, sometimes children just need their mommy and daddy next to them.

Molly knowing exactly that, even though it might seem so, her twin sons aren’t one and the same in everything; she knows that Fred likes hot chocolate for breakfast while George prefers tea; she knows that George likes the blue bedsheets while Fred prefers the green ones; she knows that even though they’re twins, they are seperate personalities who just happen to complete each other perfectly. And she knows George’s pain after Fred’s death; he doesn’t have to explain anything to her when he moves back home for some months after the battle.  

Molly crying for a whole week when she realizes that Ron has left with Harry and Hermione to look for Horcruxes in the middle of a war. Of course she’s equally as concerned for all of them, because that’s just how she is; Harry and Hermione feel like her children as much as Ron does. And after the Battle of Hogwarts, she can’t sleep right for weeks, so she starts knitting at night to at least keep herself busy. When Ron finds her one night, and asks her why she’s up, she can’t keep it in anymore. She starts crying, and just hugs her youngest son, for what feels like forever, and Ron, who’s confused at first, slowly understands and hugs her back hard. “I love you so much, Ronald Weasley. Don’t ever get into trouble like that.”, she sobs and even though he’s much taller than her by now, it still feels like hugging her little boy. Ron can’t help but laugh,  because “Mum, I don’t think fighting Voldemort and the Deatheaters classifies as ‘trouble’.” and she slaps him over the head, or at least tries, because he’s far too tall to reach, but can’t help but laugh with him. 

Molly Weasley being a loving mother to all of her children, and all of them individually, because they are all seperate personalities with different needs and wants, and she realizes and respects that.   

On Tuesday evening I was contacted by Taylor Nation first on Instagram and then again on twitter about them saying how they saw I was going to the show and how huge a fan I was and that they wanted to meet me. I had to give my info by the following day but like I literally replied on twitter with in a second lol. I was freaking out so much and had like no one to tell. Ali called me on Wednesday while I was at work and said how excited she was to meet me and how they were gonna give me a “special shirt” and just thank me for being an awesome fan and then she said I would just have to email her me and my groups info and like SHE KNEW I WOULD BE GOING WITH A GROUP OF 5!!!! She said she would call me back on Friday because they had to scope out COTA and find a good meeting spot and time, plus they were also going to that swiftie meet up and didn’t want to miss it! So I still didn’t directly know I would be meeting T, just thought we were getting merch but something wasn’t adding up lol anyway so I finally tell my group and I couldn’t even focus my whole shift like all I did was text them the entire time and I like sent my email to TN right away and just the days dragged by until Friday lol, sure I was in Dallas by Thursday but it was agonizing waiting for the call and all the info. On Friday I went to the Taylor Swift Experience at the Texas State Fair and RIGHT before I entered Missy called me!!!! I had been thinking too they would call me around the time I visited it, it was fate honestly. Missy told me how we had a meeting place and what time to be there and how the place was HUGE so we should get there earlier to scope it out but then she goes “we have ANOTHER surprise for you! We’re gonna upgrade your seats!!” And we had regular GA so it was amazing however with Lotte having a wheelchair I wanted to make sure we would be able to and that it would work for her so she said they would find a way or spot to put us! (We ended up having ADA upgrades that then no one at the place could even find so we just went into pit and even though it wasn’t the platform spot where all the others got upgrade it was still an amazing view and better than where we would’ve originally been) Anyway, so then Missy says we would have to take a tram after the meet up for the shirts and then she goes “oh and we’re gonna email you a waiver to sign for this!” And I was like WTF!!!! Like why would I need a waiver for a shirt and an upgrade/tram ride, something doesn’t add up but I was dying and told my group everything after and that we needed to sign it ASAP. So now for the show Saturday, we got there around 1 and ended up skipping the Swiftie meet up after hearing TN was giving those upgrades there and obviously since we already had upgrades it wouldn’t be fair to go plus Missy had said if we saw them there we couldn’t go up to them and say like thank you or acknowledge any of this so we just sat near where we needed to meet up until 5. The time was dragging but also flew by, I honestly thought I was gonna throw up like there was still no direct info we were meeting Taylor but we were all still hoping. 5PM rolls around and we go line up with a group of about 30 others plus the radio contest winners and Ali and Missy show up. Ali is literally my favorite person and she remembered meeting me at Gillette. So then they start going through the line and checking everyone in and you can see they have a print out with everyone’s pictures!!!!! They had a super old picture of me and of my friends from when we posted like a “See You In Texas” post for Taylor right before she left Tumblr, so we get checked in and they give us bracelets and our upgraded seats. After a little while we get brought down this little hill where these tents are set up and the radio station people are already in there waiting so we had to wait outside because Ali and Missy were like “That groups a little different from ours, we aren’t doing what they’re doing” and then we get let inside and get our merch bags and honestly I was beginning to panic after they said we weren’t doing what they were doing like obviously they were meeting Taylor bc they won contest which meant we really were just getting “special shirts”. I felt like my emotions were going everywhere like I was so excited but sad. And then Andrea walks in and she thanked us for being huge fans and said that she AND TAYLOR had another surprise for us and that Taylor REALLY wanted to meet us and literally everyone started screaming and crying like it was really happening we were meeting Taylor. We also all found out we were HANDPICKED to meet Taylor by TAYLOR HERSELF!! How crazy is that!! So we had to leave all our stuff in the first tent and get wanded down but then we’re in line and like my group was the FIRST group from TN’s group in line and we were freaking out so much. We had been like somewhat told we were getting individually photos and we were all trying to figure out our poses it was crazy. When we were walking into the next tent we passed by Andrea, Scott and Scott B and Andrea remembered who I was and smiled so big at me and thanked us for being there. So after that we just played the waiting game inside this room that reminded me of Loft 89 by it was like different furniture but still had the same vibe and had food but it most likely wasn’t for us or for any fan really(think it was for staff to eat and relax tbh) since there wasn’t a loft type thing last night. So we’re talking to everyone around us and we’re all like trying to tell each other not to cry so our makeup wouldn’t get ruined when all of the sudden it’s our groups turn! But then they said it would be the 5 of us going in and we were like we were told singles, and they continued to say it would be the 5 of us so then we wanted to break the group up so it could be more personal but they ushered as all in together and then LIKE THE TAYLOR SWIFT WAS RIGHT THERE STANDING IN THE BACK AND SHE DIDNT LOOK REAL AND SHE SMELLED SO GOOD AND WAS SO TALL AND SHE HUGGED ME SO TIGHT AND TOLD ME HOW HAPPY SHE WAS TO FINALLY MEET ME AND THAT SHE LOVED ME I COULDNT BELIEVE I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS HER!!! There was so much going on like it was 5 of us but we all tried to say things we wanted but honestly no one really remembered what to say so we all just kept saying we loved her and she was smiling so much. Then I remembered to bring up the blog and how she brought us all together and I mentioned 1989costumes and she was like “omg yeah I love you girls, you’re killing it!” And we freaked out! But then it was time for our photo like we were getting rushed by the people running it so we couldn’t really pick a pose so we just made it work for the 5 of us, though I do wish we had a little more time for it all. We took the photo and the camera girl like checks to make sure everyone looks good before letting us go so that was a plus! We hugged Taylor one last time and she was still talking to us and her team was trying to get us to leave but like literally SHE WAS STILL TALKING and then I was the last one to hug her again and we walked out and got our autographs and we started crying and freaking out. Like it didn’t hit me that had just happened so I wasn’t really crying but I was freaking out so much on the inside and felt like throwing up lol plus I kept crying so much before going in for the photo i think I had no more tears lmao so we get out and go back into the other tent and Ali was asking us how it all went and took photos of us and then the people who were recording us the entire time asked us for an interview. We have no idea what they were recording for but they were !!!! They even recorded our actual meet and greet with Taylor!! Once all the groups were out they brought us out into the tram and they basically told us we would be cutting everyone already in the pit so we had to stay together (obviously we had that ADA which then we couldn’t get to lmao) and we get to the concert and we had the greatest time ever and like she didn’t perform as long as it was like estimated but she was sick and it was more of 1989 than GH but HOLY GROUND AND SPARKS FLY WERE PLAYED!!! And that’s kind of my story. I don’t think I’m forgetting everything I mean the day happened so quickly after we got lined up to meet her but it was amazing and I’m so thankful for getting the opportunity to meet her, it’d been a long 10 years and I literally got to meet her during her like anniversaries week at her only show of 2016! @taylorswift

personal order of attractiveness for ow ladies:

  1. zarya (tbh i’m just weak for big muscle girls??? i want her to hug me… she could break my back but she wouldn’t bc she’s Pure)
  2. pharah (again big muscle girls… also she has rly nice eye makeup)
  3. orisa (let me cuddle my robot wife!!!)
  4. symmetra (that sit emote…)
  5. widowmaker (she’s tall and could murder me easily, what more can i say)
  6. tracer (she’s cute!!!!!)
  7. mei (same!!!!)
  8. ana (she’s so… dignified. i love it.)
  9. sombra (tbh sombra is more “life goals” than “wife goals” for me BUT she is very attractive and i love her)
  10. mercy (idk, just not my type)
  11. d.va (i’m only two years older than her but i still feel a bit dodgy putting her higher on the list y’know?)
“Thank you. Own it”

So there was something that happened in my meet and greet with Dan and Phil that I’ve only ever shared with one aspect of the internet, and I feel as though it is something that may surprise some people. So, in celebration of one month since my tatinof, it may as well be fitting to share this story. It’s something that means a lot to me and I hope this story brings awareness that Dan Howell is probably the most selfless and genuine human on the planet.

So for those who may or may not know, I am 6ft3. Now, as a fifteen year old teenage girl, this is extremely uncommon, and I do not exaggerate when I say I get comments, judgement and discrimination every day for it. At tatinof, I somehow managed to work up the courage within me to wear boots that were extremely comfortable, but made me 6ft4. I left the house feeling fairly confident and ready for the night, until I arrived at the venue and realised that everyone around me was below my shoulders. The only people that were nearly as tall as me were the security guards, who were too busy attempting tall humour on me to make me feel better, and to be really fucking honest, made me feel even worst.

Now I should point out now, I suffer from anxiety, I have since age eleven. I suffer mainly from panic attacks, fidgeting and short tempers which cause me to physically shake, all caused by a variety of reasons, but the biggest contributing factor is my lack of confidence in my height. Whilst the daily commentary has given me a lot of resilience about it, there are times where that completely crumbles and I feel so vulnerable and trapped.  I feel like I stand out too much, and all I want to do is be at eye level with everyone else, because when you’re tall, people rely on you for consolidation. People kept asking for hugs because they were nervous and felt scared, which I was happy to give, but deep down, I was a pin drop away from a panic attack. Here I was, the tallest girl in this room, with no one else in the room to receive a consolidating hug from, or someone I could hug at my height and feel safe around. People often forget that tall people are human too, and height in no way permits that a person is invincible and doesn’t live with mental health issues. I was very fortunate that the people around me were all my close friends, and I felt that as long as I had them I was going to be okay.

Jumping to the part where I was only minutes away from meeting them, the backdrop they were behind showed their silhouette, and I had this horrible, sinking feeling that I was going to be taller than them. Inside, I was nervous, anxious, excited and really quite terrified of what was about to happen. The time came where I was escorted to go and they were there. Now, I’ve painted a rather moping picture that I’m really shy and insecure, but, I’m actually quite a bubbly and energetic person, so I went in with a massive smile on my face ready to give them a warm greeting and a massive hug. I cannot even describe that wave of relief I felt when I saw Dan was my height. For the first time during the day I was looking someone directly in the eye and receiving a hug that I didn’t have to bend down for. The same went exactly for Phil, even though I was slightly taller than him.

By this point, I was so happy, overwhelmed and in particular relieved that everything turned out to be the complete opposite that it made me really shaky. It was such an odd and intensified experience of anxiety: so relieved that it made you so happy and nervous. Of course though, there was a part of me that was still screaming to be insecure, and I kept keeping up conversation and laughing with them, made me even shakier by the minute. If I can put it simply, my mind and heart was so incredibly happy, but my body’s involuntary instinct made me shake like I should have been nervous. For me, my best weapon to overcome this for myself is to laugh stuff off to trick my mind, so as we grouped for a photo I said “not gonna lie, I was really scared I was gonna be taller than you guys.”

Dan lowered my phone and they both looked at me like I was being ridiculous (in a good way of course) and we all laughed about it. Phil put a hand on my shoulder and said “why?! I think you’re amazing for it!” and Dan looked over his shoulder and leaned into me, lowered his voice and said “honestly, it’s actually really refreshing, thank you.”

I just remember being incredibly shook taking that photo, I laughed at the comment but I was literally lost for English, structured words. We took the picture, and I had after that, planned to give them both another quick hug, say my thank yous and leave, but no.

I’m not sure how Dan sensed I was nervous, maybe he’d met enough people to know when to look for it, I was probably radiating it at the time, or maybe because he could probably relate to the situation I was in. After all, everyone who had gone before me was below my shoulder. Anyway, as he handed me back my phone, he pulled me in for a second hug. A hug that lasted for I would like to say, a little over ten seconds, maybe longer.

It took me a couple of seconds to realise he had pulled me in for another hug because he noticed I was terrified of being the tallest person there besides them. He kept holding me until I had stopped shaking, and I was very, very close to being emotional. I was so moved that someone was taking he time out of a crazy event just to consolidate someone to make sure they were okay, and not letting go until they were. I was so thankful of it, I couldn’t say anything. I was just so glad to be consolidated by someone I didn’t have to bend down for and someone who could relate to the situation I was in. I just closed my eyes, took a massive breath and quietly said “thank you so much” in his ear for making sure I was okay. He gave a little squeeze I guess? (you all know what I mean when you give someone I reassuring hug) and said:

“thank you, own it”

This person, took the time out of crazy event, to consolidate someone, offer them a reassuring hug and not letting go until they were okay, and THANKED them for being who they are. Someone, reassured me and thanked me for being who I was, and more than that, told them to own it. I had never, ever been told that by anyone, and it’s bizarre to think the first person who did was Dan Howell.

This is something that has meant so much to me the past month. I value this moment so much, and the reason I am sharing it is because Dan has the most incredible sense of selflessness and kindness when it comes to consolidating people. A lot of people said that Dan was slightly awkward and his hugging was cautious, I wholeheartedly disagree. He was so warm and welcoming, and was made me feel so comfortable and an environment that could have been my anxiety’s worst nightmare. His sense of selflessness is so rare these days, and I hope in the years to come I discover more people like him, because the world needs more people like him.

I just want to say a massive thank you to Dan for that act of selflessness. To you the reader, this may mean nothing to you, but to me it means everything. It’s given me so much confidence in who I am, and its reassured me to just keep moving forward. To keep being content with who I am and to keep looking for friends who celebrate that, friends I have luckily found, ironically through our love for Dan and Phil.

Thank you so much Dan. I can say that I am well and truly owning it. It’s not easy, it still makes me feel vulnerable, insecure and upset, and sometimes I let people’s comments and criticism get to me, but I wouldn’t change it, because it makes me Hannah. It always has, and I’ve always kind of recognised it, but you telling me to own it just gave me the boost I needed to believe it all the time.

anonymous asked:

some fluffy gladio headcanons with a short s/o? ;v; i just realized the guy is like 69 feet tall

((Lmaooooo I love it))


  • Gladio doing the thing where he casually rests his elbow on his short s/o’s head to annoy them, because what kind of tall person doesn’t do that, I mean really, like they’re all in on the same gd joke 24/7, they probably talk about it in the secret tall person society I swear
  • Gladio politely reaching for things on the top shelf for his s/o… and also putting things on the top shelf deliberately out of their reach because it’s fun to bother them 
  • BONUS: Gladio responding to his name being called with “What can’t you reach?” or “Find a step stool”
  • Gladio putting his s/o on his back or shoulders and walking around Disneyland, totally fine with the fact that people are staring
  • Gladio practicing wrestling moves on his s/o; It’s super easy to practice WWE moves on a small person bc you can basically do the moves in slo-mo if they’re light enough
  • Gladio patiently allowing his s/o to stand on his feet and walk/dance around with him, because it’s manly af
  • Gladio constantly bracing himself for when his s/o decides to climb over him, because they sometimes forget that, yes, tall people have pressure points too. Sometimes he’ll let out an “oof” when they put 100lbs of pressure directly on his lungs, but otherwise just tolerates it like a true G
  • Gladio loudly being like “HEY BABE” and putting an arm around his s/o when someone else is being too friendly with them, because he thinks he’s big and scary just because he’s Tall Boyfriend™
  • Gladio finessing his s/o’s phone and holding it up high where they can’t get to it, taking a million spam pictures because he’s just a stand up guy
  • Gladio picking his s/o up when hugging them ! ! ! And spinning them around ! ! 
  • Gladio telling his s/o that they should’ve drank more milk as a kid if they wanted to be tall like him
  • Gladio calling his s/o a leprechaun, hobbit, gnome, etc. because it just comes with the Tall Person terms and conditions honestly

((okay so how obvious is it that I’m five feet tall??? Lmao, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve been Suplexed. I’m definitely an expert on being short.))

<3 Mod Cloud <3

Living with Namjoon

And now it is time for our amazing leader, my lowkey spirit animal, an absolute sweetheart with some of the nic es t hands I’ve ever seen like d a mN kid those are nice as fuck they’re just so pretty and I bet they’d be really soft and warm, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka joon

  • Okay but this sounds so cute I’m re a dy
  • Namjoon is similar to Jin with the whole process of falling in love
  • He does take a few months to fall in love and then a few more to start thinking about moving in
  • I feel like Namjoon is one of those people that can put around people and love it and have fun but he’s also fine when it’s just him and you like he’s okay with going out going on dates or just hanging out with friends but at the end of the night he does want some time where it’s just you him and the pup all chilling out maybe you guys can read together or watch a movie or just talk and cuddle the options are endless
  • Around the eight to ten month mark, he’d probably start getting serious about moving in together
  • Like I can see Namjoon as being pretty open and also wanting to know what you think about things so he’d tell you when he starts thinking about moving in together just to see what your opinion is on it
  • But at first it’s just a “in the future” thing but then as the months are going by and you two are getting more comfortable around each others places like he starts spending the night more often and you start coming over to his place, the whole “in the future” thing starts to turn into let’s actually think about this and make it a thing
  • The first place you two get is a lil apartment, it’s not too small it’s got two bedrooms and a lil kitchen and it’s down the street from a dog park so pup can go play and run around there and the entire place is just perfect for you two
  • Furniture shopping with joon would be so cute bc he has a rough idea of what he wants but he’s also super open to changing it and just kinda going with the flow and he’s just in awe of all of the things in the store like there are literally so many couches and beds and frames and pictures and kitchen shit he never even knew existed like the fuck is a microplane
  • You two agreed to decorate everything together but then the spare room is gonna be turned into his music room and if you had any hobbies or work things you wanted to be able to do at home, he’d so be down to share the room bc that would just be really cute
  • Like being able to turn around and give you a kiss while he worked or having you just chilling out doing your thing and he’d be doing his music and it’d be so cute and chill and nice and he’s so okay with it but if you wanted to just give him the entire room, he’s okay with that too, either way you’re more than welcome to join him while he works
  • He’d probably fall in love with this really tall lamp (”it’s me in a lamp form”) and carry it around the entire store super casually like don’t mind me just hugging a lamp
  • I can see Namjoon having a more unique theme going on, more modern, joon is very much his own person, he’s not afraid to be different and he just likes having his own style and I think his furniture would reflect that
  • Like instead of just straight bookshelves, there are curves to it and instead of just a simple painting, it’s abstract art and everything is just so unique and so him it’s amazing I wanna see it tbh
  • I also feel like Namjoon would really want you to add in your style to it bc he doesn’t want this to be his apartment, he wants it to have touches of your style along with his so like if you see a nightstand that you fall in love, he’s super okay with getting it, even if it’s the complete opposite of the one he got bc if it’s what you want, he’s definitely not gonna stop you
  • On moving day, he just gets this huge smile, the one that makes his eyes do the thing and his dimples come out and he’s just so happy and excited and he keeps giggling and laughing and hugging you
  • Living with joon would be so fucking precious like I’m so here for this in every way, he’s such a cutie
  • SleepY SMILES AND GIGGLES IN THE MORNING also morning voice bye
  • A tol green bean just hugging your waist and laying his chin on your shoulder or your head, even if he has to stretch up or lean down to do it he doesn’t care he’s doing it
  • Also cuddles with the pup like joon has you on one side and then pup on the other and it’s his two loves his favorites he’s so happy
  • Side note I feel like joon is such a big spoon I mean there may be a few nights where he just wants to be held and wants you to be the big spoon but for the most part, he likes being to hold you close to him like that and being able to kiss your cheek or your shoulder or wherever he can reach and he likes being to wrap around you and it’s just really warm and soft and even if his arm ends up falling asleep, he still lets you use it as a pillow
  • Super cute but also chill music nights where he shows you the new music he’s working on or he shows you some ideas he has and it’s just you sitting with him at his desk with your feet in his lap and the pup is in yours and you tell him your honest opinions on it and it’s just all cute and relaxing you help keep him from getting too worked up about it and he appreciates it so so much
  • Namjoon probably shouldn’t handle the cooking, he’s been seen helping Jin out so if you tell him what to do, he could probably help you out if you knew how to cook but if not, you guys may have to rely on Jin/takeout
  • But he could help out with cleaning up for sure, he could do the vacuuming or maybe dusting the higher up places
  • Side note, if you ever need anything off of the top shelf and can’t reach it, you have a v v willing helper to get it down for you
  • You also may have to handle the grocery shopping a bit or at least go with him bc he does stick to the list for the most part but I can also lowkey see him forgetting the most important thing like he can remember every single thing on the list except for the key thing
  • “Namjoon I literally sent you to the store to get one thing, what was that thing”
  • “Bread”
  • “And what did you come home with”
  • “Skittles and coffee but it’s ight bc I got you a bag too”
  • “You’re lucky you’re cute as fuck”
Chanyeol Ideal Type (In my opinion)

I think Chanyeol would love to be around someone who is as happy as he is, he’d hate to be around negativity and sadness so he’d do anything in his power to keep away the negativity and he’d appreciate it if someone did the same. He’d like someone who he could have a laugh with and he could have some crazy nights with just playing games and just having fun. I think he’d also love someone who is very sincere and honest with him, he’d hate to have secrets in a relationship but he wouldn’t force anything out of his partner if they felt they really couldn’t tell him yet he wouldn’t keep on about it and would wait until they’re comfortable to tell him. Being tall he may want to be with someone who isn’t too short just so he’d be able to hug her a lot more with out it being awkward, he’d be the type of person who’d love to cuddle at random times so having someone who is small enough to wrap in his arms but tall enough to make it less awkward would be perfect for him. He’d like someone who has a playful personality and had the face to match, he’d love someone who looks sweet and cute who’s personality is exactly the same and the trait that would top the whole thing off for him would be some one who loves music as much as he does and is really passionate about what he likes and does and wouldn’t change that for anyone including him.


Mobile Masterlist

Wrong Idea (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1452

I waited in the Homestead, impatiently moving my left leg, as I sat on the makeshift bench. Yet again, Newt found a reason to punish me. It became so regular that I just got used to it. He’d yell at me for the most ridiculous reasons; from not working hard enough to looking at someone rudely, and throw me in the slammer. It was so unfair. Being the only girl out of forty or so guys was hard enough on its own, but what hurt the most was that it was Newt who I seemed to trust and like the most, as much as I didn’t want to. Besides the fact that he seemed to have some kind of issue with me, he was the most caring and thoughtful person among us.

I sat with my head lowered to the ground, fidgeting with my hands when the wooden door creaked open, revealing Newt. He walked over to me exhaustingly and sighed but I couldn’t even bother lifting my head to look at his face.

“When will this end?” he asked rhetorically but I still replied, as if I couldn’t annoy him anymore than I already have.

“You tell me,” I breathed unbothered.

“Will you just, stop?! I always-”

“Stop what Newt?!” I raised my voice as I lifted myself from the bench in one swift movement, suddenly standing so close to him, it was almost uncomfortable. He looked quite startled, but I still continued, “you always yell at me! And for what?! I try to understand you, a-and your ‘reasons’, but it exhausts me so much!”

He seemed quite taken aback as he took a shy step backwards, but soon enough he argued back, “I’m trying to help us all! I’m second-in-command. That means responsibility, Y/N. I’m trying to keep this place stay strong and- and I couldn’t go easy on you even if I wanted to.”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me! I never did! Besides you’re doing the exact opposite!” I yelled. My eyes became blurry as I stared at him, thinking about how much I hated this. How much I hated arguing with him, the person I trusted the most. About how much I wished he didn’t hate me, especially since I seemed to care about him more than I should let myself.

When he didn’t reply for a while, I wiped a tear slipping down my cheek and asked him straight, in a painful whisper, “why do you hate me so much?”

As soon as those words slipped from my mouth, his expression softened. His sharp, furrowed eyebrows eased. His pursed lips opened ever so slightly and his whole posture, dropped. But he still didn’t answer. I hoped he would’ve, but, the more I looked at him, waiting, the more he looked like a statue. Unmoving, unresponsive, emotionless.  I looked down at my feet, letting the tears fall silently. I glanced at him once more, thinking he might actually answer, but instead, he lowered his gaze. I took this as a sign to leave.

I sighed shakily, beginning to walk away.

“Y/N… wait,” he whispered, reaching to grab my arm, but I flinched away from him, continuing to leave.

When I was outside, I rushed straight for the Deadheads, trying to get as far away from everyone and everything as I could. A few gladers asked if ‘I was alright’, but I dismissed them all, unable to focus on anything other than Newt and his reaction – or rather, no reaction. I walked through the bushes and fallen leaves that were glimmering under the orange light of the sun. The only sound was the light breeze rustling through the leaves in the trees and my feet brushing against the different plants.

Eventually I stopped by a tall oak tree and slumped down against it, hugging my knees against my chest, as the tears spilled from my eyes in silence. I couldn’t get Newt out of my head. It hurt me so much when he didn’t say anything.

I sat in silence, deep in thought, when I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. I wanted to get up and run, but what was the point? Suddenly the person stopped to the back of my left side. I didn’t even bother looking at who it was, we all knew each other, and, I could care less anyway.

“Y/N?” they whispered. Newt. Of course. Of course he’d follow me, keep me from doing something stupid. That’s what Newt was like; caring. Even though he seemed to hate my guts more than anything else in the world, he’d still make sure I didn’t do anything reckless.

He crouched down behind me, and slowly looked over my shoulder. I didn’t budge, instead, I kept staring at the ground.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed. I didn’t respond. I didn’t believe him.

“Why’d you follow me?” I whispered, sniffing quietly. He moved slightly in front of me and sat down, almost as if mirroring my own position.

“To apologise, for being such an asshole to you, and- and to just… talk, I guess.” He answered slowly, choosing his words carefully. I looked up at him. As soon as I met his gaze he seemed as if he was hurt. Maybe it was because he regretted everything that happened between us or maybe it was just because I was sad myself.

“Then talk,” I stated bluntly. I found myself wanting to talk to him, much to my surprise. Maybe it was still possible to sort everything out. Maybe it wasn’t too late. He broke eye contact for a brief second, biting his lip nervously.

“I’m sorry… for everything. I’m so sorry,” he repeated as I watched him intently, “I- I just get so frustrated over everything, and you know that I have to treat everyone equally, but, sometimes- sometimes when I hear what those shanks say… about, you, it gets to me. It gets to me so much. It makes me so angry and- and I end up taking it out in you. You would not believe the amount of times I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about how you must have felt.”

It made sense, what he said, but, he hurt me so much that I didn’t know what to believe anymore. My eyes started flooding with tears again, distorting my vision.

“I always thought you hated me,” I whispered shakily.

“All I ever wanted to do was to protect you,” he confessed with a cracked voice, “…I could never hate you,” he murmured, and, at first I thought I was being stupid, but then I realised that his eyes were filling with tears as well. He didn’t seem phased when a teardrop escaped his right eye, instead, he watched me with a hurt expression.

“Why are you crying?” I asked in slight awe. I couldn’t believe this. He was crying, right in front of me.

“I did this to you,” he whispered painfully.

Without saying anything, I leaned over to him and hugged him. He seemed shocked at first but then his warm arms slowly wrapped around me. He pressed my head against his chest, as if trying to get as close to me as possible. I could hear his unsteady heartbeat. I could feel his breathing.

“It’s okay, Newt,” I mumbled against his chest. He squeezed me even tighter. “It’s okay.”

He pulled away gently, placing a hand on my cheek and caressing it soothingly.

“You deserve so much more,” he began again as I watched him carefully, feeling the warmth of his hand, “I hate myself for not being able to give you what you deserve, and for- for hurting you like this. It kills me seeing you cry. I feel so helpless sometimes, like there’s no point of keeping going, but- but then I see you… and, it’s like I have hope again.”

I was speechless, and that’s when he said what I thought I’d never hear from anyone, especially him.

“…I- I love you,” he whispered softly, sighing with relief.

He started drifting closer to me, slowly, stopping an inch in front of my face. I stayed frozen, not knowing what to expect. “Can I kiss you?” he asked hesitantly. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. His focus darted between my eyes and my lips and when I gave a shy nod, he placed his soft lips on mine, sending shivers through my bones. I didn’t move at first, but as I thought about what he said, I melted into it, letting my lips mould into his.

“I love you too,” I mumbled against him, causing us both to smile, not breaking the kiss.


Dean x Reader (ish)

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This is for @kazchester-fanfiction‘s One Year Song Challenge. I chose the song Cool If I Come Over by Louden Swain. I definitely suggest you listen to the song while reading the fic, because 1. It’s a fantastic song, 2. Louden Swain is fucking amazing, and 3. the lyrics kinda make the fic.
Please be kind guys, this is the first thing I’ve written in 2 months and I was nervous so I didn’t have anyone beta it for me….so you’re stuck with what you get.

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Ain’t it strange the way your mind works / Checks and balancing your day / You got it all inside that fat purse / It don’t fit but you shove it in there anyway

“Dean, it’s time to go.”

“I told you before, Sam. I’m not going.” Dean leaned back in his chair, taking a long pull from his beer bottle. “Plus, we both know she doesn’t really want me there.”

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When you’re desperate for money you find yourself lying about something big  so you can get the job.

A/N: Dialogues written in italic indicate that it’s spoken in Korean.

A/N2: This took forever to finish, and i’m sooo soory. :( I was stuck with this chapter, and even now i’m not happy how it turned out. I apologise if it get’s too boring, i promise next chapter won’t have all these pointless descriptions.

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“Guuuys, don’t yell! You’re going to wake her up” high pitched tone is saying, and your brain, not fully awake, can’t differentiate whether it’s a dream or reality.

“You’re the only one that’s being loud, Bambam” soft, calm voice speaks, sounding like a melody to your ears.

You open your eyes unwilling to wake up from the dream you were having, wanting to find out who the stranger with beautiful voice is.

“Right Bambam, you’ve been so loud for the last 30 minutes. Are you so excited to meet some middle aged cleaning lady?” Another high voice can be heard from afar, and it startles you, making you jerk up your whole body and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Wait, it’s not a dream?!” you scream inside your head, your heart rate increasing, and your palms sweating. You panically look around and see an unfamiliar room.

“I’ve been kidnapped! This is where my life ends” you stand up from the bed and start nervously pacing up and down the small room, holding your head with both of your hands like it’s going to help you to get from the situation you’re stuck in.

“Who knows, she could be really young and beautiful. No, I have a feeling she’s the same age as us. Trust me guys” the same high pitched voice that woke you up from your sleep is speaking.

“Right, you idiot!” you say irritated, in low voice, almost whispering so the people outside won’t hear you. “Your new job. Got7! It’s the Got7! I’m in their dorm!” you hit your head lightly a few times, irritated at the situation you found yourself in!

Guys, that’s enough!” rough and firm voice says, making you uncomfortable, but you can’t help not to focus on what’s he saying.

“Manager said we’re not allowed to have any contact with her. Plus, she doesn’t speak Korean. We have a concert in few weeks and I want you to focus on that, not on some cleaner. Understood?” the cold voice continues, sending slight shivers all over your body, and making your senses aggravated.

All of the voices agreed in unison, and you figured out it must be their leader.


You’ve heard of Got7 before, listened to few of their songs, and saw them on television many times. You wouldn’t call yourself a fan since you only knew their faces and names, but you remembered JB the most.

He had some kind of aura shining brightly around him every time you saw him perform, making you unable to break away from his appearance. He was the best looking of all the guys, well at least to you. He carried his bad boy image with pride, cockily standing on the stage, knowing all the girls were crazy about him. But hearing him like this, he sounded so intimidating, and you didn’t have the slightest wish to get out of your room and face him.

“The diner is ready. Hyung, go call her out, even though we shouldn’t be friends with her, we can at least give her something to eat” the sweet, soft voice from before says.

“Hyung?! Which hyung? The scary leader is coming to my room?” you were asking yourself all these questions, nervously rubbing your head and tangling all your hair, creating a huge mess.

Few seconds later and you hear a soft knock on the door. You freeze in your place, too scared to move or say something.

Another knock, this time little louder.

“Miss Y/N, are you awake?” new voice asks behind the door, this one as sweet as the previous one.

Your shoulders relax when you realise it’s not the scary leader, and you let out a sigh of relief. You approach the door, and carefully crack them open, sticking your head out a little.

Two rows of pearly whites flash at you, making your heart skip a beat. You look at the soft, pink lips curling into a mesmerizing smile and blinding you completely. As you move your eyes up, you notice how beautifully soft his pale skin is. Your look is slowly rising, only to meet two big, round, chocolate brown eyes, softly looking at you. His face is framed with blonde, almost golden hair, with few strands falling down his forehead and alongside his temples.

“Miss, are you okay?” the soft, angelic voice asks but you don’t say anything, instead you continue to stare at him.

His cheekbones are high, same as his nose bridge, giving him a dose of masculinity and roughness in comparison to his outstanding beauty. The high bones on his face don’t pop up too much, on contrary, they sit perfectly on his face.

“Y/N is there a problem?” the voice continues, this time accompanied with a hand that gives you a light shake that wakes you up from whatever trance you were in.

“Gosh, how can someone be this beautiful?” you think.

“Thank you. I get that alot.”

“WHAT?! Don’t tell me I said that out loud?” your eyes are darting anywhere but his face, and you can feel your cheeks getting hot with embarrassment.

“I think you slept too much” the figure before you says with a cute little giggle. “Come on, you should eat something.”

At the mention of food your stomach growls, reminding you that you haven’t had anything since breakfast this morning.

“That would be great, thank you!” you look back at him and try to give him your best, most beautiful smile, but stop trying once you realise you can’t compete with him.

“I’m Mark by the way. Nice to finally meet you Y/N” he says stopping to turn around and give you his hand to shake it.

You enter the living room and almost scream in panic. There are five other heads turning in your direction, looking you straight in the eyes, like they are expecting something from you.

“I told you guys! She’s the same age like us!” the tall, skinny boy says standing up, and you recognize the high pitched voice that woke you up.


He’s so tall and skinny, his legs look like 2 branches that are starting from half of his body, overall making him look even taller than he actually is.

He flashes at you adorable bunny smile, his front teeth showing in between upper and bottom lip, both so luscious and meaty that you instantly envy him.

“Hello Y/N. Welcome to our home, I’m Bambam” he says with such a friendly attitude, smiling all the time and making you relax.

“Remember, no Korean!” you say to yourself as a reminder, and to be careful not to slip something out.

“So nice to meet you too” you say to Bambam, smiling back at him.

You turn your head to see now four more faces staring at you, and making you so nervous that your palms start to get sweaty.

“Hello everyone” you start off shakily, “I’m Y/N, your new housecleaner. I will do my best” you finish off with the smile to loosen up the atmosphere.

And all the guys smile back at you, welcoming you to their home. All except one. JB. He remains on his seat, expressionless, cold, and unwelcoming.

You remain standing in the middle of the living room, almost petrified from his presence alone.

Thankfully to angelic voice, you’re shaken up from your thoughts and invited to join them.


His voice matches his face which can only be described as heavenly. He must be probably the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Everything on him is so perfect and proportional, giving him the face that everyone would agree is beautiful.

“Come, sit with us Y/N” he slowly says in English and you can hear the effort not to make a mistake. You appreciate his kindness so you widely smile at him and sit down.

“Okay, let’s eat guys” he says to the boys so lovingly, and you see that his beautiful outside matches his sweet inside, making him even more perfect if that was even possible.

“Hello Y/N! I’m so happy you came instead of manager hyung, to be honest, he’s not that fun. I can’t wait for us to hang out and watch movies” the cheerful boy said in high voice, smiling all the time and jumping in his seat.


The youngest, but he definitely doesn’t look like one. You can see he’s tall even when sitting, and his broad shoulders are taking up a lot of space, making you shrug in the seat next to him.

But when he talks, he’s just plain adorable. You want to hug him and play with him all day.

You already like Yugyeom, so you smile at him and say a quiet “thank you”.

“Yugyeom, enough!” stern voice makes you almost jump in surprise. “I said no talking” the leader continues, mumbling his words through gritted teeth.

You’re too shocked to even look at him, so you turn your view on the person sitting next to him.

He returns your looks back, at first secretly glancing at you, afraid of what the man sitting next to him might tell, but slowly he opens up, smiling so brightly like the sun up in the sky.

“Hello, my name is Yougjae” he slowly says with a cute accent and you can’t help but giggle at his adorably pronounced words.

You look at him and timidly wave, afraid that JB, who’s sitting in front of you, will start yelling again.

You’re still afraid to look JB in the eyes, so you continue to examine Youngjae. His smile hasn’t faded, in fact, it’s even brighter and wider than before, and you think how infectious it is. You can almost feel the warmth he’s emanating and all you can do is relax.

“Okay, let’s eat everyone” Jinyoung says, and you thank him for allowing you to bury your head into the plate and avoid all the awkwardness.

Dinner passes in silence, and you get that it might be because of you, but you’re still nervous to look up at any of the guys.

Once your plate is empty, you have no choice but to finally face people around you. You carefully lift your head, looking to the sides where Mark and Yugyeom are busily eating the chicken. On their sides are Bambam and Jinyoung, also occupied with the food in their plates so you go for the glass of water.

Dim eyes are piercing right through you, burning sensation surfacing on your skin from his look only.

As the liquid goes down your throat your eyes dart up. Not a flinch. His look is fixated on you, examining your face and for a brief moment you see interest. You try to look deeper into his squinted dark eyes, but the sudden change in them makes you look away.

You take another sip of cold water, hoping it will cool down the burning inside, but it’s not helping, as you feel the hot traces where his eyes laid down, sting your skin.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Mark’s soft voice is like a salve to your flaming inside.

“I guess I’m still little zoned out from all the sleeping. Can I go back to my room please?”

Short, almost invisible smirk appears on his face. You look at him, his eyes still on you. He apparently enjoys torturing you with devious gazes, seeing you startled like a deer in the headlights.

“Oh, yes, of course” Marks voice breaks your stare from JB, and you see everyone staring right at you.

“Isn’t her job to clean? Then clean the table after the dinner!”

Even his voice reflects his hostility, so dark, cold and distant.

“Hyung, don’t be like that to her” you look at Youngjae sitting next to him, breaking the silence.

“Whaat? She’s getting paid for it.” Another smirk, another piercing look straight into your soul.

“Jaebum, that’s enough. Let her rest tonight, she’ll start with the cleaning tomorrow.” At this moment you wanted to hug Mark as a sign of how grateful you are for shielding you.

“Come on Y/N” you feel a grip around your wrist, pulling you up from your seat.

His dark look is now focused on Mark. You notice his jaw clenching in anger, but his posture is laid back. Another glare at your hand in Marks. And that’s the last thing you see before the door shuts, and water fills your eyes, blurring out the world.


JB sexy scenario  Yugyeom  sexy drabble   Jackson   Jimin sexy drabble   Jungkook sexy drabble Rap Monster smut     V smut    Jinyoung    Jackson   Mark    Youngjae   Jin



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