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AU MASTER LIST

So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

Neighbour/Roomate

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

Pets

  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

Music

  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?

Supernatural

  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

School/College

  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

Miscellaneous

  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
****

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

A-Z NSFW: Chen

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

why was this so hard to write

A = Aftercare 
This entire post is going to go in the complete opposite direction of this lmao but of course he’s going to take care of you well afterwards. Lesson learned kids, if anyone you’re with brushes off aftercare, kick their ass to the curb, cuz they don’t care about you. Chen’s a shower and relax together, wash each other gently kind of aftercare guy. Plus he wants to cuddle afterwards and no one wants sticky, smelly, gross cuddles.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
I’m not gonna even try and pretend I don’t think Chen is the most perverted of the bunch lmao he always has his hands on your chest. Just…fun to touch tbh. Chen’s abs are coming in pretty nicely, I sure he’s pretty proud of them, his muscles in general are his favorite thing about himself although we all knows its his forehead

C = Cum 
Nana: oh he’s a nasty little shit. He’s that fucker than jizzes in your goddamn hair and you have to wash it as quick as you can before it dries and it looks like your entire scalp is just shedding…

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Chen really wants to bring it up, because sex is pretty open between you two and all, so he’s not really ashamed, just doesn’t know how to throw it out there, especially since he’s normally the pretty dom one in the bedroom. He likes the idea of being blindfolded and handing the reigns over to you so he has no idea what you’re up to or will do next. But he will tell you…soon…maybe….

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Man I don’t trust his hoe ass….I feel like he’s done stuff already but idk, either way, he knows too fucking much and it makes me nervous. He’s a grown man, I doubt he’s never heard of porn, and the fucking dick popping EXO does, he knows what he’s up to.

F = Favorite position
While he’s kinky, he’s a pretty simple man, plain missionary with your legs tossed over his shoulders is a good go-to for him. Easy position for him to have fun, and you’re kind of tramped a bit, seeing as you’re literally folded in half under his body. You’ll probably need to stretch before hand….I tried putting my leg behind my head the other day cuz I could when I was a kid and I was sure I was going to have to amputate my leg…

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Chen’s kind of a clown, but I think he gets pretty serious and into his ‘character’ in the bedroom. He’s not the soft and floofy Jongdae he usually is, he’s full blown Chen behind closed doors.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
His pits are wild smh I weirdly don’t think he trims or anything down there, I don’t know why, but he just gives me the vibes that he just lets it run free and have a life of its own….

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Chen’s another member that makes up for his lack of romance in the bedroom in your non-sexual relationship. Of course there’s times he tones it back and really shows you his love; makes love to you rather than fucking. But on the norm, he’s a pretty wild man in the sack.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Pfff who are we playing, Chen jerks off like mad. But lord knows he can’t make a mess in the dorm room with Xiu being his roomie or the older would literally kill him. He takes shelter in the bathroom and handles business like anyone else.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
His secret is he wants to be blindfolded, mainly because you look and react so well when he blindfolds you. He loves seeing your body relaxed and tense all at the same time, never knowing where he is or what he’ll do next; never knowing what he’ll touch next. Watching your skin prickle and your body flinch and you squirm when he brushes a feather against your skin is just art to him.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
[See Risk] Bedroom/Bathroom are really the only two options in his mind, but being that he’s very adventurous with positions, the bathroom isn’t really safe so the bed is pretty much where most of the magic happens.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Chen’s usually pretty blunt with his advances, there’s no sly looks or catching on that you touching his arms means you want to fuck, he just straight out says, “I want to fuck”, and life goes on. But he likes how subtle you try to be, especially when the boys are around, your light touch on his thigh until he turns his attention to you and he can see your eyes clouded with lust. The idea of what will happen later in his mind while you wear that innocent face, it really gets his boner party going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
[Plays into Risk] Chen’s a kink freak and we all know this, but he doesn’t like anyone else but you knowing it, so he’s not here for leaving the safety and privacy of the locked bedroom. Under no circumstances will he leave the bathroom or bedroom, don’t even try.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Do I….do I have to say anything else?

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I feel like Chen’s a…humper if that makes sense, he’s pretty fast and hard, but he’s not full blown thrusting into you, more like quick pumps because he likes having your body close to his and doesn’t really want to pull away and lose that contact, even for a second.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
While he’s a horny pup, he’s ready and willing to go, unless you want a quickie I don’t see him doing them much. He likes to please you and stretch out the foreplay and tease you for as long as humanly possible. It’s arguably his favorite part of sex, having you all hot and squirming for him, so if that’s cut out of the equation for a quickie, he’s not that thrilled. Quickies do happen frequently though, back stage at concerts or before he has to leave for his schedule, but he’s not too impressed with them. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I feel like he’s a guy that lives by the kamasutra book, he wants to try a lot of stuff, almost anything just once to see what the point is. He’s not very risky with places, like he doesn’t like leaving the bedroom, but doing things with you, he’s all ears….or dick…whatever you wanna say.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Nana says he’s fuck happy. So basically she says that he’s a quick fuck, dick in a hole only lasts a few minutes, 10 minutes tops, but he’s up and ready for another round so quick you don’t know what’s going on. So Chen’s stamina is pretty high…almost unusually high….

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I don’t trust him….he gives me the vibe of he’s so nasty that you don’t need toys, but he’s such a little shit that I feel like he collects the shit like pokemon? He’s definitely has handcuffs, vibrators, specific silk ties he likes the cool feel on, a few feathers…..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s….a little fucking shit…..I can see him teasing you to the point you’re literally crying. Like he ain’t stopping unless you use the safe word to tell him to fuck you or fuck off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Umm high note master Kim Jongdae? It sounds like a fucking opera in that bedroom tf ?? Chen’s a very loud moaner…The whole damn town, let alone the members will hear you and him, I’d invest into some ear plugs if I was you….

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Chen’s a pretty kinky fucker in my mind…and we all know for a fact he’s going to want to try some weird ass position. The first time a legit cramp set in from the stretch, he went into a full state of panic, you had to literally pry the phone from his hands to stop him from calling an ambulance. For someone that dances and works out, he really didn’t grasp the concept of mid-sex cramps. God help him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Lmao I hate my grandma…..okay here we fckin go. I asked my 60 year old Nana and she said “he’s like the package of hot dogs you get on sale because one’s kinda fucked up. He’s the fucked up one.” aka in her mind, means that he’s slightly below average in length, and more narrow/slender than typical, but he’s just a horn dog that he’ll “hump you into next week” bye

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Nana says, and I quote, Chen is a “horny dog that needs his nutters snipped so he calms the fck down”. And Nana’s word is law. Chen’s sex drive is out of this world, he needs to see a doctor and get some pills to mellow his ass out tbh.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I think Chen is kind of a lazy guy, after sex he’s pretty fckin beat, and ready to just shower and hit the hay. So he falls asleep pretty fast, but tbh he’s just eager to wake up and jump your bones again.

Side Stage

Requested by: @hantu369mc
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I didn’t get to include any angst!

Your fingers impatiently tap against your school desk, the screen on your laptop hadn’t changed in 30 minutes, and you were starting to panic. You can feel Peter’s eyes on you, but you don’t want to look away from your screen - not even for a second - in fear that it would load and you’d lose your chance.

“How’s it looking, babe?” Peter whispers in your ear, making you jump a little,

“I don’t know,” you sigh out, making sure to keep your voice low so that your teacher at the front of the classroom can’t hear, “I’ve been stuck in this stupid green room loading screen for forever,”

“You’ll get through,” Peter tries to reassure you, “Ticket’s don’t go on sale for another 5 minutes anyway,”

You nod, but you don’t really believe him. You’d tried this before, a week ago, and you failed to get tickets then too. This was shaping up to be the same.

When you’d found out that your favourite band was touring, you exploded with excitement. You’d been waiting years for them to finally announce a tour, and the New York date happened to be the day before your birthday. You’d told yourself it was fate; but now it wasn’t looking that way.

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Imagine: William Nylander - The Beanie

Requested: Yes | No

masturfaded said: Hiiii! I loved your Matthews smut haha and I saw that your requests are open so I thought I’d request smth too? Could you write William Nylander smut too? Thatd be super fab thank you! Xx

Smut: Yes | No

Word Count: 784

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anonymous asked:

Can you do 12 & 18 for Shawn or harry, whichever one you have more inspo for

Authors Note:

Requested || Based off of #12 & 18 prompt found here 

“I’m pregnant.” .. “It’s okay to cry…”


He lives for being free, touring the world, singing, and doing what he loves the most, performing to his fans, there is absolutely nothing he would rather be doing. Even after five long years, five albums, and many achieved awards, he is still as lively, and as happy as ever, not to mention— married and loving it. 

You’re always jet setting to many places around the world, it is at a point where you spend more time in other countries and cities than you do your own. 

You and Shawn have joked about selling the house because the two of you spend more time in airports and in hotels that you are barely at the house, in fact, his little sister has basically moved in, taking the guest bedroom and making it her own when the two of you are away. Shawn was apprehensive about her being on her own, but he had to learn how to loosen up and not be the over protective older brother, at eighteen, you assured him that she would be fine house sitting the house. You both always managed to call her daily to check up on her despite her parents doing the same thing. 

You also quite like that Aaliyah has taken over the guest room, you love having her around when you are actually home, she is like your adopted teenager that you love to death. 

The hotel room is quiet and cosy as you stay curled up between the white duvet, snuggling into the freshly scented covers, Shawn’s figure standing at the window that has the view of the city—a view he has struggled to pull his eyes from. 

“I think we need an apartment with a view like this, what do yeh say?” He peers over his shoulder to look over at you with his darling smile and bright eyes, “Breakfast on a patio, overlooking the Eiffel tower, I think that is a wonderful idea. Wouldn’t you like to wake up to crepes, strawberries, croissants, Tartine, and a café au lait?” He names off a few of the wonderful choices of foods’ he has managed to taste in the short time he has been in France. 

You screw your nose up for a moment, burying your nose into the covers, the thought of food not settling too well with you. 

“Mhm, lovely.” You lie, not wanting to even think about Croissant aux abricots, Pain au chocolat, or whatever other kind of buttery pastry and jam that Shawn is more than likely thinking of at the moment. 

He shuffles away from the extended window, striding towards the bed, “Okay, what’s up with you? Usually, you are begging me to go with you to try new breakfast things. You don’t even seem remotely interested at the moment.” Shawn stands at the foot of the bed, cocking his head to the side as you continue to snuggle up to the covers. 

“Just tired,” you mumble, 

His brows knit in a frown, “Hmm, you sure? You kinda look a bit… off." 

With a heavy sigh you speak, "Thank you for saying I look terrible, Shawn.” you mutter, watching as he instantly shakes his head, “Don’t bother justifying yourself,” you chuckle, calmly amused by the expression painted across his face. 

He sighs and curls his lips into a pout, “I didn’t mean it like that, you know I always think you look beautiful." 

"You have to say that, you married me. Don’t you have a Q&A to get to?” you change the subject, not wanting to really discuss the fact that he always thinks you look stunningly beautiful, even when you are dressed in nothing by a pair of pyjama pants, and an oversized t-shirt, with your hair a mess. 

To him, you are everything he loves, no matter how you look. 

“I do,” he nods, “You trying to get rid of me?” he raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, 

“Nope, just askin’.” You respond, watching as he moves away from the foot of the bed and makes his way over towards his jacket that is draped over the chair. 

He hums as he grabs his jacket, sliding it up his length arms, “You wanna come? It is a short Q&A before my concert, I don’t even have a meet and greets today.” He informs you, flashing you his bright eyes that denote that he really wants you to attend, even if he won’t say it. 

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Crossing Lines

Summary: AU Jensen and reader moved to LA so he could pursue a music career. A new tenant just moved into their building.  His name is Chris and he’s an up and coming actor.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader, Chris Evans

Word Count:  2322

Warnings: SMUT, angst, fluff, cheating

A/N: These are my two faves and my mind wandered as I thought about what it would be like to have to choose between them. This is the result. This will be a multi-part series.

Thank you to @trexrambling for betaing this for me!

All images are from Google Search, credit goes to their owners.

2004, Los Angeles, CA

You walk into the kitchen and over to the sink, plugging it before pouring in some soap and turning on the faucet.  You notice Jensen’s plate sitting about eight inches to the right of the sink and you sigh.

“Seriously, Jay?” you call to him.

“What, babe?” he asks, coming up behind you and resting his hands on your hips.

“You couldn’t have gone another eight inches to the left?” you ask, gesturing to the plate.

“Hmm, eight inches.  Is that all you need?” he whispers at the shell of your ear.

Electric currents race down your spine, settling at the base with a tingle.

“I’ve got more than eight, right here.”  He brushes your hair to the side, kissing your exposed neck as he grinds against your ass.   You arch into him and his hands slide up from your hips, caressing your breasts as you reach back, clasping your hand around his neck.  “How ‘bout I say thank you for washing the dishes?”  He nibbles the side of your throat.

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Mad Sounds [Modern!Kylo x reader]

Summary: Moving to a new place comes with its headaches… and its perks. Your new neighbor Kylo appears to be a pain at first, but your acquaintance will help you out in a surprising way.

A/N: I had a quick idea this morning and I ran with it… and it turned into 1600 words! I feel like this might be able to go on, but it’ll be a one shot for now. If you have any ideas, I’m open to anything! (Also, I wrote this on my phone and briefly reviewed it. Do not be afraid to point out any errors. I’m a staunch proofreader, but even I miss things. Do not be embarrassed to tell me! On this or any of my fics.)

Warnings: Minor language, assault/implied assault, violence.


Living in an apartment was not as glamorous as you had hoped. You had fought your parents tooth and nail about moving out of state. You wanted a new beginning on your own. And, boy, did you get it.

For the last 3 months, you had been blessed with the realities of apartment life: constant maintenance calls and upstairs neighbors. At least the maintenance was the responsibility of the property managers. The neighbor nuisance, however, was solely yours.

He wasn’t a bad neighbor, not really. It’s just that he walked with a heavy foot. You almost wondered if you had moved in below a bowling alley.

You were in the apartment for a week before you got the courage to confront him. It was particularly bad that night, the stomping and the clatter of who knows what banging against your ceiling.

The metal stairs banged under your feet as you climbed to the second floor, foolishly imitating your neighbor’s practices. You wanted him to know you were coming.

Knocking hard five times, your heart raced. The anger-fueled adrenaline had worn off and now you were scared, too frozen to turn around and go back downstairs.

The lock clicked and the handle rattled and sent your heart into your throat.

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A-Z NSFW: Sehun

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 
Sehun’s the baby, he’s normally the one being taken care of, so I don’t see him being overly good at caring for someone else he cant even cook noodles cmon so aftercare is kind of a joint effort between the two of you. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
His hips are out of this world, I don’t trust those things, they have a mind of their own. Sehun knows his hips are the shit, especially when it comes to being with you, his hips are kind of his pride and joy. I ain’t even going to try and play, he loves your ass. There, I said it. He’s got pretty big hands too…your booty is his go to place to touch and grab at any given time.

C = Cum 
Because he’s young and he’s not the most experienced and porn is lies I don’t think he quite knows how to deal with cummin when another person is in the mix(i.e. not jerkin it) so he’s kind of messy. Changing the sheets and a shower are almost a necessary thing to do after sex with him.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
It’s not really anything significant, like he tried on your panties a few times or anything, I think a lot of people do this? But who’s going to tell someone they jerk off to their instagram selfies, honestly?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Him and Kai be takin’ noonas’ phones and giving them back with the history erased….we know what y’all were up to you little shits. He’s pretty young, and even younger when he got into SM, so I don’t think he had a lot of time to fool around, but if his ass is taking a noona’s phone and doin that, boy watches too much porn, he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position
He’s almost a sub, in the sense he lets you do what you want. Not so much about control, but he likes laying back, and watching you in your element while riding him, just his hands on your hips guiding you slightly. Sehun’s unspoken thing, not so much a kink though, is he likes seeing you above him, you riding him and the likes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sehun’s a dork, we all know this. But I think subconsciously he puts on a mask of a ‘man’ when he’s in the bedroom, he’s pretty focused and all business and intense eyes when he’s having sex. Unless he’s drunk…then that’s a different story.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Sehun’s pretty smooth, not a lot of hair on his tummy, just a lil bit, so I imagine that matches down below. Not a lot, just a lil bit. He keeps his junk pretty organized, he’s not bare, he trims pretty well, though.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I don’t see Sehun being the most romantic boyfriend/lover in general, I think you’d be more of a dorky couple than romantic so I don’t think he’s really into the whole circus of going all out just to show how much he loves you and all, when he can just say it. He’s an after sex talker, to be honest with you, he coos about how much he loves you once you’re done and just coming down from the high.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Again….the noona’s phone…I don’t know any boy that just casually watches porn and doesn’t jerk off. Sehun’s a ‘steal and noona’s phone and lock himself in the bathroom’ kind of masturbater, it’s completely obvious what he’s doing but he thinks he’s being sneaky so we’ll just let it slide.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I really don’t see him being very kinky, pretty vanilla in that area to be honest with you. He’s got a thing for your butt, so it’s not a stretch of the imagination that he really likes spanking you. He gets to touch the booty, and leave his mark, two birds, one stone, amiright?

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Sehun’s kind of a lazy boy, but what do you expect from the baby? He likes any place that he can actually relax and stay relaxed when it’s over, he doesn’t have to move. So the bed is the majority of sex with him, but the couch gets sprinkled in here and there.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He’s a fairly confident guy, but get flustered from compliments. But he really gets going when you overly hype him up, talking about how handsome he is and how much you love him and how much you love him touching you and working your body. Sehun’s a sucker for it, and you’re racing to the bedroom.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s not really into bondage, he doesn’t like the idea of being trapped or held down, or you or himself. So handcuffs and ropes and all that good stuff aren’t even on the list.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Sehun is one of the rappers, so his tongue is in perfect working condition. He’s not the most skilled, but he’s an quick learning if you tell him what to do, that’s easily fixed. And he certainly won’t turn down anything that means he doesn’t have to use his hands on himself, seeing you on your knees for him is almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Sehun’s another boy that I think will be normally slow but firm, his thrusts are purposefully but he’s almost lazy with his fucking. Obviously it’s not always that way, sometimes he ventures into pretty rough fucking, but on the norm, he really just let’s you have the power on top of him while he bucks lazily into you from below.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Sehun’s a fan of pulling you into the bathroom before or after a show or concert, just to relieve some pent up frustrations and nerves. They’re not his favorite, but he does enjoy them, and he always promises to do it properly when you two get home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
(Look to T for further explanation) Sehun’s kind of a quiet boy, hyper, but quiet. So no one really expects him to be a freaky one, but he likes testing out different things. Sehun’s one of the boys that’ll try almost anything once. Toys, positions, locations, as long as he likes it and doesn’t have a bad experience(or already have a negative opinion with it) he’ll try it if you’re willing as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Sehun’s pretty young, and he’s kind of a hyper mess, so I see him being fairly okay with going for pretty long rounds, and 2-3 rounds on the average with him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
On a trip to the mall, you two spotted and made jokes about vibrating panties, or just a small vibrator with a separate remote. He’d gotten the latter as a joke, saying he’d make you use it at the next award show he brought you two. Who’d have thought he’d been serious? He likes toys that make you squirm, vibrating ones being the toy his personal favorite.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s a slight tease, not unbearably so, but he crosses the line just enough to have you whining for him before he’ll stop and give you what you really want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don’t think he’s very vocal with sex, I feel like Sehun is more of a low grunting kind of guy. When he’s close, he moans a little bit louder, but outside of the room no one’s really going to hear him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
The biggest secret that you two will take to your grave, is drunkenly stumbling into Suho’s room while the boys were still out and fucking there. Thank the gods you didn’t pass out afterwards, but as soon as you were finished, Sehun tried to reach for the remote to have his post-sex cuddle and movie with you, and realized ‘oh shit, we’re in the wrong room’. Oops?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Nana says Sehun is a skinny lil baby that he isn’t packing some sausage links in his pants. ‘He’s got more of a hotdog situation’ bye yall he’s more on the slender side of the spectrum, but he’s a bit longer than average, he’s got about half an inch on the average size.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Sehun is pretty much a hyper child, and a young hormonal boy, so having you, he doesn’t exactly hold back his yearning and lust. His drive is pretty high, he can’t keep his hands to himself if you’re in the equation, he’s clingy in the relationship aspect, and that just gets amplified in your sexual relationship.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Okay…he’s stays up all night doing live videos ?? Does he even sleep? Anyways, I don’t think he falls asleep easily after, or at all really. More like he just wants to lay down and cuddle afterwards, but very rarely does he fall asleep quickly after sex.

There’s Only One Way To Find Out - Harry Styles One Shot

Men were scum. Men were complete dicks and you were sure that it would just be best for you to be single for the rest of your life. You had recently just found out that yet another boyfriend of yours had cheated on you. Now, it wasn’t like you’ve had a lot of boyfriends, you’ve only had three serious ones since becoming an adult and they all cheated on you. 

Which is why you were now pigging out on pizza and ice cream while watching a stupid Rom-Com on Netflix with your best friend Harry Styles. You two met a few years ago when One Direction was during its prime at a Fleetwood Mac concert in London. 

Ever since then you two found you had a lot in common and continued to keep in touch. Once One Direction took their hiatus and Harry was in London more, you two got even closer. 

What you didn’t know was that Harry had super strong feelings for you and there were so many times that he wanted to ask you out on a date or romance you, but you either had a boyfriend at the time or you just didn’t seem like you were the least bit interested in being more than friends with Harry. 

Even though Harry knew that you were hurt and pissed off every time you broke up with a boyfriend, he had a little moment of hope that maybe this time would be the time that he can tell you how he felt or how you might have inspired a certain song on his new album. 

“Hello… Harold are you there?” You laughed poking his leg with your foot. 

“Huh, what?” He said shaking his head out of his thoughts before looking over at you. 

“I’ve been asking you the same question like five times already and you’ve yet to answer. You’ve seen this movie countless times, yet you’re very into it,” you laughed. 

“Sorry, just Ryan Gosling is so hot,” he joked. 

You laughed. “He’s alright.” 

“Anyway, what was your question?” He asked. 

“Why do guys cheat?” You sighed. 

Harry’s heart sank. “I don’t know, Y/N,” he sighed. 

You sighed. “I read something that most guys cheat because they’re lacking something in their relationship or because guys just can’t commit to one woman.” 

“That’s complete bullshit,” he rolled his eyes. “Those are just excuses guys who cheat give to make up for what they did.” 

“Have you ever cheated on anyone before?” You asked. 

“No,” he said. “If the thought ever crossed my mind, then that usually means the relationship needs to end. But I’ve never cheated on anyone.” 

“Well, it’s good to know at least one guy out there isn’t a cheater,” you smiled. 

“I know you’re hurting Y/N, but you should just forget about him. You deserve so much better,” he said looking over at you. 

“Don’t I know it,” you mumbled. “But honestly, it’s not even him that I’m sulking about. It’s me,” you sighed throwing the spoon by into carton of Cookies N’ Cream ice cream. 

“What do you mean?” Harry asked. 

“It’s just,” you sighed. “This is the third guy that’s cheated on me, Harry. What if something is wrong with me? I mean all three guys had an ongoing affair with someone else. Maybe I’m not attractive enough or good enough in the bedroom, so they look elsewhere, but I am good enough to take home to their Mum’s and be the girlfriend.” 

“Okay, you’ve had enough of the sugary treats because you’re talking nonsense Y/N,” Harry said taking the ice cream away from you. “You’re fucking beautiful and that’s a shit reason for a guy to even cheat on you, to begin with.” 

“Maybe that’s the problem. I’m beautiful, but I’m not sexy, so guys don’t find me sexually attractive,” you sighed. 

“But you are,” he whispered. “I mean guys find you very sexually attractive.” 

“So, you’re telling me that if we were to go down to the Pub down the street and put it out there that I was looking for a one night stand, guys would just be lining up because I’m hot and not because they know they could just hit it and quit it?” You asked. 

“Yes, but you don’t exactly have to go all the way down there to find someone,” he said. “And to be quite honest, I’d prefer you didn’t actually do that.” 

“Well, I didn’t exactly plan on doing that,” you laughed. “But what do you mean I wouldn’t have to go all the way down to the Pub to find someone?” 

Harry sighed. “Because you have someone right here that would love nothing more than to be with you.” 

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Y-You?” You asked shocked. 

“Well, don’t look so shocked Y/N. I mean ever since I’ve met you, I’ve flirt with you and try to throw out hints that I like you, but you never take them,” he sighed. 

“Okay one, you flirt with everyone and two, why didn’t you ever say anything,” you said hitting his arm. 

“Ow, what was that for?” He groaned rubbing his bicep. 

“For not saying anything earlier,” you said. “Had I know you felt the same way about me, I wouldn’t have been with the last two dicks as my boyfriend.” 

“Wait a minute?” He asked. “Felt the same way?” 

You sighed getting up from your side of the couch and sitting on his lap. This wasn’t exactly a new thing, you sat on his lap numerous times, but at that moment there was definitely some tension brewing the moment you straddled him. 

“I’m more or less in love with you,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. “I was only ever with those guys because I was tried to get over you because I figured that someone like you would only ever see someone like me as a friend.” 

Harry was at a loss for words, so the only response he could think of was to pull your lips down to his and kiss you. The second your lips touched, you could have sworn there were sparks, as cheesy as it sounds. Harry’s hands had moved up to caress your face as he deepened the kiss. 

The longer you two kissed, the hotter it got between the two of you. Both physically and emotionally. All of your built up feelings for one another from these past few years were just spewing out now. You could tell that things could easily end up in the bedroom, but only if you initiated it. 

You pulled away from him and put your forehead against his. “Remember when I said maybe the issue was that I’m not good enough in the bedroom?” You whispered. 

“Yeah, but I don’t exactly believe that,” he breathed out. 

“There’s only one way to find out,” you smirked. 

Harry pulled away from you looked into your eyes. “Are you sure?” He asked. 

“I am,” you whispered. “Unless you’re not…” 

“Oh, no, I am,” he said quickly. “I mean.. uh… I just don’t want you to-” 

“Just shut up and take me to your bedroom,” you mumbled before leaning in to kiss him again. 

**

The next morning you wake up naked and wrapped up in the sheets with a naked Harry. His arms were wrapped around you, both of your legs were entangled with the others, and you were laying on his chest. He had woken up before you because when you woke up, you felt his fingers running along your arm and a kiss on your head. 

“Morning,” you yawned looking up at him. 

“Morning,” he smiled. 

“So, what’s the verdict?” You smirked. 

“I think all of the guys who cheated on you are fucking stupid because not only are you beautiful and sexy, but you’re funny, one of the sweetest persons that I know, and you’re fucking brilliant in bed, but you’re also a someone to take home to Mum,” he smirked. 

You laughed. “I wasn’t exactly looking for an answer like that, but I’ll take it.” 

He smiled pulling you on top of him. “Now, I have a question for you.” 

“And what’s that?” You asked. 

“What does this mean for us?” He whispered. “Was last night a hit and quit it one night stand, or does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” 

“Well, if that’s what you call a whole bunch of one-night stands with the same person, then I guess I’m your girlfriend,” you joked. 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you,” he joked. 

“Yeah, I am,” you whispered looking into his eyes. 

“And I promise you, I’m never going to hurt you, Y/N,” he whispered. 

“I’m going to hold you to that because I swear if you do, Harold, I’m gonna beat your ass,” you said. 

He laughed, but then put on a straight face. “I promise,” he whispered. “Now, if all that business is taken care of… I think it’s time to take care of some other business,” he smirked. 

“Oh, and what is that?” You asked raising an eyebrow. 

“Morning sex,” he smirked flipping you two over so that he hovered over you. 

That morning, you figured out what the problem was in your past relationships. It turned out that it was you after all. You weren’t fully invested in your past relationships because your heart had already belonged to someone else and it was finally with its owner. 

"Are You High?" "No I'm Connor" (tree bros)

@idekyimherebutok requested: “if ur still doing the prompt thing then 160 tree bros???”

I’m doing it for as long as people request it!! Even if it’s been like a year since I’ve reblogged it, feel free to send me a request from any prompt number post thing!!! Here’s a cute little fluffy tree bros to get away from the angst of yesterday and next week 😊

Plot: 160: “Do you think you could teach me that?”

Evan wants to help Connor and himself so he takes interest in what helps his boyfriend calm down.
Or alternatively, Connor helps Evan get high for the first time.

Warnings: swearing, drug use, verbal abuse, shitty writing about being high and blunts in general bc I’m a goody goody™ who the closest I’ve gotten to being high is facetiming with s friend who told me I should come over, get high, and give him a handjob so yeah :)

(Requester, please feel free to send me another ask with this prompt if you aren’t comfortable with drug use. It’s perfectly fine and okay if you aren’t and I really won’t mind, I actually might write another fic with this prompt but a different ‘thing being taught’ anyway because I had a cute nail painting idea 😊)

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“I’ll fucking end your fucking life, Zoe, don’t you fucking test me!” Connor yelled through his door, which he had slammed just seconds before. His sister, the victim of his verbal attacks, slammed her door as well, sitting on her bed to practice her guitar for the jazz band concert next week. Connor ran his fingers through his messy, dark curls, deciding he couldn’t deal with this bullshit anymore. He flopped to the ground, looking through the bottom drawer of his bedside table, retrieving the small tin box he was looking for. He pulled it out, feeling better already.

He knew Evan wouldn’t want him to smoke, but it was midnight and Connor already wasn’t thinking too straight, and didn’t want to wake him probably sleeping boyfriend up by calling him or crawling through his window. He recalls the last time he crawled through late at night unexpectedly, and how that happened to be the one night Heidi was home from work at a decent hour, as he unlocks the box and grabs a lighter and already rolled blunt. Needless to say, he calls before he climbs through the window now. Pinching the unlit end of the blunt, he brought it to his pale lips, feeling his anger and stress float away with the smoke he exhaled. He sighed happily, already feeling much better and forgetting about what it was that Zoe had done to piss him off this time.

He’d already finished one entire blunt and was as high as a kite. Not being able to control his thoughts, and not knowing it was nearing one in the morning, he pulled out his phone, tapping a few times until he had face timed Evan. It rung once, twice, and a third time before a groggy looking Evan picked up, the duvet was covering his torso but his bare shoulders could still be seen.

“Con? It’s like 1 A.M., mwhat’s wrong?” Evan asked, his voice croaking from having just been woken up.

“Nothings wrong, I just wanted to see my pretty boyfriend’s'all,” Connor replied, his words mixing together slightly and giggling when Evans blush could be seen even in the dark bedroom.

Evan sat up and turned his bedside light on, wincing as his eyes adjusted to the light, “Are you high right now?”

“No I’m Connor,” he giggled back. Evan sighed, setting the phone down and getting up to find a shirt and shoes, deciding on one of Connors hoodies he’d ‘borrowed’ and his usual sneakers.

He picked up his phone again, “I’m coming over, you need a babysitter when you’re high, there’s no telling what trouble you’ll get into.” Evan sighed.

“Yay, boyfriends coming over!” Connor cheered, probably a little too loud. Evan winced at his volume slightly.

“Shhh, what if your parents or Zoe hears you?” Evan tried shushing Connor.

“Parents aren’t home, and Zoe’s too bitchy to hear me anyway,” Connor grumbled, giggling a bit slightly. Evan had seen Connor high on a few occasions, the first time being the weirdest for him. He’d never seen Connor so <i> giggly </i>. Sure, he was cuddly when he was high, more so than when he wasn’t, and Evan really liked that, but it was so weird to see him boyfriend giggle so much. Usually he either laughed, or didn’t, there was never any in between small giggles.


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Evan pulled the key from the potted plant and unlocked the Murphy’s front door as quietly as he could, putting the key back and locking the door when he was inside. He tip-toed up to Connors room. It was obvious it was Connors, not just by the crack in the door and small posters littering it, but by the Nirvana blaring from inside. Connor was a pretty big Nirvana fan, but high Connor was the biggest Nirvana fan. He opened the door slowly, hoping that his boyfriend would at least be wearing clothes this time, and was relieved to see he was wearing black sweatpants at least. Connor turned his head, seeing Evan enter his room and carefully close the door behind him, before sitting up on his bed and going over to him, pulling him into a big hug. Evan gasped as Connor pulled him to his chest, his arms held down by Connors bear hug.

“Heyyyyy, Evvvvvvv,” Connor giggled out. Evan held back a giggle, trying to not encourage Connor.

“Hey, Connor.”

“Hey, Evan,” Connor said, mocking Evan by putting on a grumpy expression, “Why’re you so fucking serious, babe, just chill out.” He giggled again, laying back down on his bed and resting his arms under his head.

Evan blushed, liking the fact that high Connor was extra flirty and always called him dumb pet names. He grabbed the water bottle on Connors bedside table, “Here, sober up, please?”

“Nah, fuck that, I’d rather stay fucking lit,” Connor swatted the bottle away from Evans hands, “besides, I’m like totally ninety percent sure that that water bottle is just straight vodka,” Connor giggled again. Evan sighed, giving up and deciding he better just sit and watch to make sure Connor didn’t hurt himself. He sat on Connors bed, cross legged, deciding Connor was too high to bother listening to him no matter how hard he tried to get him to sober up. He stared thoughtfully at his boyfriend, as he attempted to put his hair into a messy bun, and wondered what he felt like high. He knew that he obviously had less control of his thoughts and actions, but he was curious as to how freeing and calming it really felt. Did it really help Connor deal with his anger problems and facing his family?


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It had been an hour and Connor was still wide awake, and decided he wasn’t as high as he was. He got off the bed to roll another blunt, Evan watching him carefully as he did so.

<i> Screw it </i>, Evan decided, <i> maybe it does help him feel better, maybe it’ll help me . He fiddled with the hem of Connors hoodie, before speaking up.

“Do you think you could, uh, you could teach me that?” Evan pointed hesitantly at the blunt. Connor looked up, a little bit excited, but also worried. He was never worried about his own health and safety when he smoked, but he didn’t want to risk putting his boyfriend in harm.

“Are you sure?” He asked, seeking serious for the first time all night. Evan nodded.

“I mean if you don’t want to, uh, don’t want to show me its fine it was just a thought-” Connor shit him up with a peck on the lips, pulling away and smiling at the blushing boy.

“If you’re sure you’re okay with this, then I’ll show you,” Connor went back to grab the tin box and set it on his bed, taking out the weed and things he needed to make the blunt, showing Evan step by step how to roll it. When he was done, Evan tried it, surprised at how easy it actually was.

“Do you wanna try to smoke it?” Connor asked hesitantly, not really sure how he felt about his boyfriend smoking.

“Yeah, I mean, uh, sure, I, uh, I guess,” Evan replied, fiddling with the hem of Connors hoodie again as he thought again about how it might feel.

“Okay, do this,” Connor showed Evan how to light the blunt, Evan following his directions. Connor then took Evans hands and set them on the blunt, moving it to his lips, “Now, inhale slowly, and exhale.” Evan did so, exhaling and feeling stress and anxiety he didn’t know he held being lifted away. He sighed as he exhaled, feeling surprisingly calm. He liked it, not enough that he would do this often, but enough that he thought about enjoying getting high with his boyfriend sometimes, both of them feeling calm and happy without having to worry about anything.

Connor looked at his boyfriend as he took another hit, Evan not noticing that Connor didn’t light and wasn’t smoking his own blunt. He had sobered up slightly and was watching his boyfriend carefully. Connor didn’t want to risk him getting high and Evan hurting himself while high because Connor couldn’t protect him.

After a while the blunt was gone, the room was considerably more smoky, and Evans eyes were very red and bloodshot. Connor admired how calm his boyfriend looked and wished he could give him this feeling all the time, taking note of how he fiddled with the string of his hoodie, but not in a nervous way. He fiddled with them happily and playfully as he hummed along to the song playing, Connor chuckling because he knew for a fact Evan had no idea what song it was. Connor laid back on the bed, after he put the tin back in his drawer, and pulled Evan down to lay next to him, the smaller boy breathing quietly as he laid his head on Connors bare chest.

He was probably the calmest person while high that Connor had ever seen. Evan wasn’t as giggly or funny as Connor was when he was high, although Connor noticed he was definitely more cuddly, but he enjoyed it. Evan was more quiet and thoughtful it seemed. Conor looked down and studied Evans closed eyes as he began to drift asleep. He smiled, kissing his messy blond hair and mumbling an 'I love you’ before turning to shit the light off, hearing Evan mumble one in return.

Calling The Shots (Sami Zayn Imagine)

Sami Zayn x Reader
Warning: Smut. Power Play (kind of dom/sub). Deep Throating. Marking.
A/N:  Had this idea for a while, a dommy Sami in the way I actually see him and not in the warped way I’ve seen done. I like the way it turned out. For @sunshinesamizayn
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~2100 words

It had always veered on the edge of romantic with you and Sami.

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“Halftime” - Kurt/Blaine

because Blaine loves football and Kurt loves scarves

and because I’m a helpless little monster

self-indulgent (as helllll) fluff about Gaga’s concert at the sports thing. thank you @whatstheproblembaby​ for info about the actual game lmao 

1500 words | AO3

“Mark my words, Anderson: you’re gonna owe me $50 when this is all over. Falcons have the lead and they’re not letting it go.” 

Blaine shakes his head and sets three cold beers and a fresh, warm bowl of cheese dip on the coffee table as he rejoins his in-laws in front of the TV. “Oh, I’m just ‘Anderson’ when there’s a game on the line, huh?” 

“You’re just ‘Anderson’ whenever you’re in a Patriots jersey,” Burt laughs, elbowing Blaine just hard enough to tip him over a little on the couch. 

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Jealousy

Requested: Can you write one where shawn is completely jealous of a guy who flirts with you?        by: @alone-in-madness    

Shawn Mendes x Reader

words: 782



Shawn had a concert in Toronto, and he invited you to go with him.
Backstage you noticed a guy about your age, who was staring at you. After Shawn introduced you to the people of his crew, he prepared himself for the show and in the meantime you were sitting at a small couch, when the guy from before started talking to you.

 “Hey, I’m Jacob. I’m working for the local promoter and there isn’t much to do right now. Can I bare you some company?” “Hello, of course. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You two started a conversation. He tried to flirt with you and you didn’t say anything against it, because you didn’t want to seem unfriendly. 

At the same moment when Shawn came back from the dressing room, he gave you a compliment. Your smile immediately faded out, when you saw Shawn’s look. At first he was confused but after a second his look changed into jealousy. He must have heard it. “Hey” he said tensed. “Hey” you smiled to him and moved over so he could have a seat. He looked between Jacob and you and made sure Jacob saw how close you were to him. He joined the conversation but there was a negative tension between the two guys. 

Soon Andrew called Shawn. It  was time for the show. You wished him good luck and he gave you a quick but intensive and passionate kiss. You know he did it on purpose, because of Jacob. You knew how easy Shawn got jealous.

While he was performing on stage, you were standing on the left side. He did as amazing as always and the crowd went wild.
Halfway through the show Jacob stepped to your side again and you watched the show together, but again and again you felt his gaze on you.

After the Show Jacob gave you a piece of paper with his number on it and slightly touched your arm. At the same time Shawn got off from stage. You could tell he was angry, his jaw was tensed, hands clenched.  He stepped to you, ready to start a fight with Jacob. He raised his hand “I don’t know if you know it yet but Y/N is my girlfriend and if you ever try again to touch her, I swear to god “ “Shawn! Stop it” you interrupted him. Before he could go any further, you stood between them. You stood with the back to Shawn so you could face Jacob.
“Thanks, but I don’t want your number. Shawn is my boyfriend and I’m incredibly happy with him, so please just go your way.” You said to Jacob. He gave you the little piece of paper anyway. “Just in case, you change your decision.” He winked at you and before Shawn could attack him again he walked away.

The whole way home, you didn’t say anything, same as Shawn. You didn’t know how to feel. On the one hand, you were extremely upset about Shawn because he overreacted and almost hurt Jacob.
On the other hand you could understand him. You also got jealous sometimes when a pretty girl is flirting with him.

You were standing in the bathroom and made yourself ready for bed. Shawn leaned against the door when he began to speak:” I’m sorry for tonight. I think I overreacted a little?” “Maybe you did, but I guess I would have reacted the same,” you admitted. “ but you should know, that I would never let more things happen. I didn’t care about him or any other boys and I also didn’t want his number.” 

You passed Shawn to go to the bedroom. You took the rumpled paper, which still was in your jacket, and went back to the bathroom. “What are you doing?” Shawn asked. You showed him the number, teared it apart and flushed it down the toilet. 

“I will never be interested in any other boy, except you. And when there are other guys who try to flirt with me, promise you trust me and talk to me, before you start a stupid fight. I trust you and I’m also trying to stay calm when there are thousands of girls who are in love with you.” You said jokingly, he knows  how much you love his fans. You smiled encouraging and hugged him tightly.
“You know I trust you. I’m just not trusting some guys and then I’m worried that I might lose you on another.” He said sadly and kissed you on the head. “Shawn, I love you okay? Only you. Don’t worry, I will never leave you.”


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Unconcealed

Unconcealed: part one

Word count: 7.1k

Genre: smut, angst

This is for Taehyung’s birthday but i’m turing this into a series. I liked it too much :) 

Parts: one | two 


You were walking into your shared apartment with your friend, Charlotte, after class. It was a crisp Autumn, Friday afternoon. She was relentlessly trying to get you to go to a party with her later on tonight. You two had been friends since high school. You weren’t fond of her at first but she grew on you. She was a short, shoulder length red head, with slight freckles and a loud laugh. “Come on, Y/N, please?” she asked as you closed the door and started walking down your small hallway into the living room.

“Why do you even want me to come?” you walked through the living room and into the other hallway to your bedroom. You dropped your backpack on your bed and sat at your desk chair, ready to get on your computer. Charlotte dropped her backpack in the hallway before jumping on your bed.

“Come on, you barely ever come out with me. Plus you could use a night to get laid or something, it’s been some months.” she pouted but told the truth. It was at Namjoon’s party with his friend Jin. That had been over the summer and it was now October. You were in need of some relief, you weren’t gonna lie.

“Yeah because you always make me end up watching after you, while you get piss drunk. It’s not exactly my idea of a good time.” You looked at your phone, you’d gotten a text from Namjoon when you were in class earlier.

“Rude,” she laughed. “Okay, i’ll try not to get too drunk.”

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Love Song [Jungkook Angst]

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

love song; a song about love



Loving him was like a love song.

Every little detail in every love song was the perfect way to describe how you felt for him. He was beautiful and it was getting hard to not falling in love more than you already did. Just like how you would fall in love, instantly, with any love song, because Jeon Jungkook was just like them.

Beautiful and addictive.

But he was out of your reach, like everything else that was too beautiful, too addictive and too unreal.

There was no place for you in his heart, in his love song, when he already had her in it.



You were out, shopping for clothes when you saw something you weren’t supposed to see. Soljin, his girlfriend, was out, holding hands and kissing another man. A man you had never seen or heard about before. But you knew whatever this was, it wasn’t good. It was going to break him.

And the last thing you wanted was for her to break him. You knew how much he adored her, how much he loved her.

You had never liked her, there were so many things you didn’t like about her, aside from the fact that she was lucky enough to have someone like him in her life, as a boyfriend. Soljin was never your friend, she was just a friend of friends. Just someone you had to get to know because of your friends.

But somehow, Jungkook had fallen and he had fallen like never before. You still remember the day when he told you that he was in love with a girl. You guys were eighteen then and your heart had almost leaped out of your chest thinking that he might had guessed what that you were in love with him and that he loved you back.

“It’s Soljin.”

How funny and how cliché?

You had hated her since then.

After following Soljin and the unknown man around for a whole day and ending the day with standing right outside a hotel that you just saw the two of them walk inside, together. It made you sick, knowing that she had been screwing another man all this time while being the sweet girlfriend of Jungkook’s.

The hate you had for her couldn’t get any bigger.

There were two choices.

You could either ignore this and not tell Jungkook and feel guilty for the rest of your life. Or you could tell him although it was going to break him and at least be able to see him in the eyes without guilt.

So you chose the second option. There was no way in hell you were going to ignore this and let this happen when you could’ve easily stopped it. There was no way in hell that bitch deserved the love that he felt for her.

Taking up your phone, you dialed his number.

“Hi Y/N, what’s up?”

“Are you free tonight? I need to talk to you.”

There was a short pause before Jungkook replied. “Yeah, sure. Is it bad that I’m imagining a really scary and angry Y/N at the moment?”

You had been angry. Angry over the fact that Soljin could do this to him. But hearing Jungkook’s voice calmed you down and you found yourself smiling.

“Yes, It’s bad and I’m really scary and angry so you better show up in time. 9pm, at my place.”


You could’ve guessed.

Jungkook wasn’t listening to what you were saying.

He didn’t believe in that his girlfriend of two years was cheating because why would he? They were the ultimate sweet hearts and it would take more than one of his best friends telling him that she saw Soljin with another, older, man, kissing and arriving at a hotel after a long day shopping.

“You’re talking bullshit right now, Y/N.” He said, raising his voice a bit. You sighed and blamed yourself for being stupid and not taking any photos for evidence. If only you had been a little smarter and thought a step ahead.

“Do you think I would joke about these things, Jungkook? I’m not talking bullshit. I’m saying the truth. Why can’t you just trust me and talk with her?”

Jungkook shook his head, taking a sip from the water that you had given him. “There’s nothing to talk about. She’s innocent and she’s my girlfriend, I know her. Soljin would never do something like that.”

You gulped and ignored the constant pain that in your heart. Now was not the time to care about yourself and your feelings. The one you loved and cared about was going to get hurt and that was more important than your unknown feelings for him.

“Are you seriously that blind? If you don’t believe in what I’m saying then fine. At least just call her, ask her where she is?”

There was something that flicked in his eyes and before you knew it, he was standing up, pointing at you.

“I’m not blind, Y/N. You know who’s blind?” He started, laughing humorless.

“You are, Y/N. I know the reason to why you’re doing all this. You’re trying too hard to get me to break up with my girlfriend. But I’m not blind, Y/N, because I know that you’re in love with me and I can’t fucking believe that I was so stupid to think that you could be selfless and let me be happy.” Shaking his head, he leaned forward until he was inches away from you. His eyes staring right into yours.

“Because you’re trying to break me right now, Y/N, and that’s fucking selfish.”

He grabbed his jacket and before he left, leaving you shocked and hurt, he looked at you with those eyes that told you more than words.

“I don’t love you, Y/N. I’m sorry if I lead you on. I love her. Only her.

He was leaving. But he really wasn’t. He was never there in the first place but it still felt like he had taken a part of you with him.

It hurt.



There were no calls, no texts, no contact - nothing from him and it made you realise that maybe, you had done something utterly stupid. Something that wasn’t your business in the first place.

You couldn’t blame him for getting angry because if you were him, you would probably get irritated that someone that was in love with him was trying to break things up with him and the one he was in love with.

It was sad, having an one-sided love story. But even if you tried, there was no way to stop the feelings you had for him. It had gotten to the point where you even started to blame yourself for not being able to control your own feelings. What was the hard part with stopping those damn feelings?

Oh, yeah, realising, admitting and accepting. Those were the hard parts.

A few knocks on your front door made you wake up from your thoughts and you frowned, it was over midnight and you weren’t that popular to have friends come over at such late time.

Standing up, you slipped in your cardigan before making your way to the hall.
Who you saw at the other side was not someone you had fallen in love with.

He was completely destroyed. There was no trace of peacefulness the moment he stepped into your apartment, looking like someone just ripped every piece of his heart out from it’s place. God, it was heartbreaking to see his puffy eyes as tears slid down his face like a freaking waterfall.

“Jungkook, Jesus Christ, calm down.” You said and threw his arm over your shoulder to help him inside, to your bedroom. A sad Jungkook wasn’t enough, he was drunk as well.

He kept mumbling something about knowing something and it was getting hard to hold onto his weight. You bite down on your bottom lip as you walked him over to the right side before pushing him down onto the bed.

“What the hell happened to you?” You asked in frustration and plopped down next to him on the bed, sitting right beside him.

“She fucking ended it.”

Shutting your eyes, you let out a loud sigh. You freaking knew it.

“Just calm down, okay?”

“Calm down? You’re telling me to calm fucking down?! How the hell am I supposed to calm down when everything in my body feels like it’s burning, Y/N?”

There was a long, awkward silence after that before Jungkook broke out in tears.

“I should’ve listened to you and broken up with her before I had to witness that myself. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much, Y/N. You have no idea how much it hurts to have your heart broken by the only one that you love.”

Yes, you had. But you didn’t tell him that because this wasn’t about you.

“I was going to surprise her at our apartment. I told her I had to leave for a concert in Tokyo and she told me that she was going to stay at home all weekend because she felt sick. And I fucking believed in every single word she said because I’m an idiot.” He shook his head and placed his hands over his face.

“She brought another man to our home. She brought another man into our bedroom. She was doing all this behind my back and I was blind to let her do that, although you had tried to tell me about this.”

God, it must’ve been a hell to witness something like that.

“And I can’t stop blaming myself for telling you all that shit that night. You were right and I was wrong and I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You felt his hand grab yours and just by that, it sent shivers down your spine.

You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t hurt him more than that so you let him hold your hand. But what you didn’t realise was that you were back to square one. You were letting him in, letting him break down the walls you had built up in the past weeks.

“I’m sorry for hurting you that night, Y/N. I never meant to.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine. But you have to move on, get better and forget about her.” You told him and watched as his hand squeezed yours.

“I know it hurts but perhaps it was meant to be like this, Jungkook-ah. You can’t get everything you wish for in life and love always seems to one of those things that you can’t get. But perhaps it’s easier this way? Don’t you think?” You asked, quietly.

“Some people are like love songs, beautiful and addictive. You can’t get them out of your mind because they suits you perfectly, just like love songs.”

Because he was the only person on your mind and he was your love song.




HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY BUTTERFLIES!!! 

Hope you guys had/have a great day and even if you don’t celebrate vday, like me, I hope this bad one shot somehow gave you some Jungkook feels. 

And update on my life; School’s killing me, as usual. But I’m having a break from school right now and sickness is taking over instead of school. I did a smoothie last night (strawberries anad banana) and my entire family, icluding me, ended up getting food poisoned because there was a slight problem with the frozen - six months old - strawberries. But I’m fine guys, I was just really sick last night and this morning but I’m better now because I went out and ate froyo with my sisters and mom ;)) Oh and omg “Spring Day” is so beautiful I feel like crying. Our boys are so talented, you guys, let’s cheer them on, forever!!

I miss you guys loads and I hope I can update at least once a month! Please give this a heart if you liked it and I will see you soon!

Love you!! <333

Loving all of you (Jungkook) (Semi-M)


♢ Pairing:
Jungkook x Reader

♢ Word count: 2.1k

♢ Genre: Fluff, semi-smut but not completely

   ⌲ Description: Jungkook decided one morning to tell you how much he appreciates and love you. 

RIIIING RIIIING

Brown eyes sprung open both in surprise and fright, at the bright and wincing sound of the alarm on her phone ringing. Groaning, Y/N stretched over towards the desk and tried to focus her blurry vision on the time.  

6 a.m. 

Trying not to groan again she still managed to throw off the warm comforter around her body, and quickly glanced to the right side of her bed, only to frown. It was empty. That was weird. Jungkook hadn’t told her about any early schedules today, so she expected to wake up in his strong embrace like normal. Shrugging off her confusion, Y/N picked up her thick morning robe from the floor, and wrapped it around her freezing body. Which was only clad in a short, silky night gown she usually slept in. The weather was still relatively hot around midday, but early in the morning it was way too cold. Shielding another yawn escaping from her mouth, she blinked tiredly and slipped on her fluffy slippers and made her way out of the bedroom and down the hallway. She heard some clinging from the kitchen and thought nothing of it. It was probably just one of her parents getting a glass of water or something, before going back to sleep. She was always the one first awake on weekdays. The courtesy of a high school senior.  Continuing into the bathroom and looking into the mirror, she grimaced.  

“Ew, I look like death,” she muttered in disgust and even wrinkled her nose at the morning breath coming out of her own mouth. 

Splashing some cold water over her face and drying off, Y/N brushed her teeth thoroughly, and rinsed before picking up the hairbrush and smoothing out the annoying knots that somehow magically appeared during the night. Satisfied with her look, she ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair one last time and walked back out and into the room. Shedding off her robe and nightgown, she didn’t waste to put on some underwear and a sports bra. Because Mondays sucked and she didn’t have the patience to wear a normal one. Standing in front of her vanity table, Y/N tilted her head to the side and contemplated between make-up or not. Quickly making up her mind, she shrugged casually and decided she was too lazy today. Not even thinking twice, had she picked out a pair of fitting sweatpants that were both comfortable and looked acceptable enough to use in public. As she pulled them up her legs, she felt eyes gazing to her form, and glanced to the doorway with the side of her mouth tilting up.  

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Broken Dancer.

Shawn Master List found HERE


Just as much as you’re supportive of his career, always attempting to visit him on tour, attending his shows and what not, he’s just as supportive of yours. 

Being a dancer isn’t the simplest of careers to maintain, you’ve gotten to the point where it feels as though there’s always some sort of ache in your body— you’ve gotten used to it. 

He’s sitting in his dressing room, half dressed with his hair still a mess as his eyes are glued to his phone. You had sent him the final, 

“I gotta go, baby, good luck. X.” Text around an hour ago, in which he had replied, 

“Good luck to you too! X” 

He despises Monday nights, particularly when he’s stuck doing his own show while you’re sitting in Las Angeles, backstage while draped in a dancing costume getting ready to perform for the nightly entertainment of dancing with the stars. His eyes stay glued to his phone as he follows the current two dancers that are currently treading the tango, Shawns hair stylist striving to get his hair to represent something other than a curly mayhem. 

“I hate this show, I’m just trying to watch my girlfriend and they always put her on last.” He mumbles, unfortunately, peering into the mirror at his stylist, 

“Always save the best for last, right?” She chuckles, spraying his hair one last time with hairspray before combing it back a little. He grumbles under his breath, uncomfortably moving in his chair as he continues to follow his screen, not wanting to miss anything. 

“Shawn, you need to go on stage.” He is summoned by his manager, interrupting him from viewing the live broadcast on his phone. 

“Five-minute delay?” He attempts to work his magic, batting his eyes as he’s eager to see your performance. Shawn’s manager shakes his head, “please? Five minutes just so I can watch her. She’s been so excited about this one performance.” He tries to persuade his manager but he continues to shake his head, “c'mon she’s on next.” Shawn pouts, gesturing towards his phone as the announcer announces your name and your dance partner. 

“Sorry, we are on a strict schedule, if it was up to me I’d let you.” Shawn’s manager sighs, giving Shawn a small smile, “C'mon, don’t make me drag you.” He jokes in a somewhat serious tone as Shawn stands to his feet. 

Shawn sighs, “I’m going, I’m going.” He nods his head, placing his phone in his pocket and adjusting his t-shirt, taking in a deep as he prepares to walk on stage in front of thousands of fans. 

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Restless Nights - EXO (ot9) reaction

I’ve been such kpop trash recently and I regret nothing but the fact that I never let myself get this deep before so here we goooooooo! Here’s to my first exo reaction and hopefully not my last ;)


      *NOT MY GIFS, credit to their respectful owners :)*

Xiumin:

You would have been in bed for about five minutes when you’d hear him quietly call out your name in the dark. You’d hum in response, and respond “no” when he asked if you were awake.
“Good,” you’d hear him chuckle as he’d place his arm across your torso.
“What’s up?” You’d turn your head to face him, but when he gently tugged at your hips you’d move so that you entire body faced him.
He’d smile and say that he “just wanted to talk”. At first, you’d be a little panicked, but after you asked him what it was that he wanted to talk about, he’d give a shy smile and shrug. After a moment of silence, he’d ask something like “If, hypothetically I mean, you and I were to - hypothetically - drop everything one day and start over somewhere new, where would you want to go? Hypothetically.” You’d kind of laugh but go along with it, and within an hour you two would have gone from talking about your hypothetical new lives to what kind of candy you would be and why.

Originally posted by idk-kpop

Suho:

You would have accepted earlier on that night that you likely wouldn’t get much sleep due to the accumulating stress of an ongoing project at school or work. Suho would have gone to bed about an hour earlier, telling you before he went to make sure you went to bed at a decent hour. Of course, being the caring mother boyfriend he is, he would have fought to stay awake the entire time and when the clock next to your shared bed read 1:25, he’d crawl out and find still working at the desk in your office space, hunched over pages upon pages of scribbled notes and occasionally glancing at your laptop, whose brightness burned your eyes. Part of him would want to scold you, though he totally understood and appreciated your hard work. So instead, he’d coax you into putting everything away for the night because “you’ve been working so hard,” and “it’ll still be there in the morning; you still have another couple of days to finish” “so for now let’s have some tea and grab a snack and go to bed, okay?” 

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Lay: 

After having slept an astounding two hours, you would wake up to go to the washroom only to realize when you came back to bed that you weren’t tired anymore, having essentially taken an unplanned power nap. You’d look next to you and see Lay sleeping peacefully, and not wanting to wake him you’d get up as quietly as you could and pad out of the room to the living room/lounge area. You’d put on the TV and start binge watching a new show, but a few episodes in you’d eventually doze off. Flashforward a few hours, and you’d wake up expecting your neck to be sore because - last you remembered - you had laid your head down on the armrest. Instead, you’d wake up to your head resting on one of your boyfriend’s thighs. He’d feel you shift and look down, smiling, before saying “good morning sleeping beauty,” and placing a kiss on your forehead. Then, he’d quickly say something about how the show was better than he thought it would be, explaining that when he woke up and came to see you, he decided to start the show from the beginning to see what could possibly be better than his cuddles  because he was curious and wanted to talk to you about it, knowing how invested you could get in fictional universes.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Baekhyun:

You would have been trying to sleep for about 45 minutes, unable to calm your racing mind for unknown reasons, when you’d feel Baekhyun shift next to you. You’d think nothing of it, knowing full well that he was a bit of a restless sleeper, but when you heard him speaking you assumed he was awake as well. You couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, it sounded like he was jumbling his words together, so you placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly, asking what it was he was saying. When he didn’t respond, you’d call his name a little louder. You wouldn’t get the reaction you were expecting; he’d let out a little scream and nearly jump out of his skin. You’d immediately start giggling at his reaction, it having finally dawned on you that, not only had he been asleep, but that Byun Baekhyun was a sleeptalker (which was perfect teasing and pranking material). As you calmed yourself and apologized, your boyfriend murmured a long “kaebbsong” as he turned his back to you and drifted back to sleep. 

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Chen:

Giggles. All. Night. Long. It would get to the point where you don’t even know why you’re laughing anymore, you’re just in this endless cycle of him laughing because you are and vice versa. He would’ve been awake because his internal clock was messed up from all the late nights he’d been pulling recently, but would’ve come to bed to cuddle with you anyway because he’s cute like that. He’d just kinda watch you as you slept peacefully, admiring how peaceful you looked and running his fingers gently through your hair until your face twitched and he’d just lose it. He’d laugh so loudly that he may have even woken up the neighbours, but it didn’t really matter because once you got past being annoyed that he woke you up (because his laughter is contagious, let’s face it), you’d just lay there laughing at everything and anything until you’d both eventually quiet down and doze off at around 4 in the morning, with your head and a hand on his chest and one of his arms lightly draped over one of your shoulders.

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Chanyeol:

Okay we all know he’ll wake up the boys when he can’t sleep at night, so one night he’d basically try bugging everyone in the dorm to stay up with him because he was restless but none of them were having any of it; they were all so drained and tense that they had little patience left for each other. And that’s when you’d come in: Chanyeol wouldn’t know what else to do with himself other than to text you and ask if you were still awake. As soon as you said yes, a video call request would appear on your screen and as soon as you accepted a grinning Chanyeol with bags under his eyes would appear and immediately start telling you about the exciting day he had and a new goft he received from a fan before asking about your day. You’d literally talk for hours as you did your best not to doze right off until he’d finally decide he was tired enough to sleep and thank you for “putting up with” his rambling before saying goodnight and telling you you were his favourite person.

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D.O.:

You would have been staying with D.O. to take care of him (despite all his protests) because he had caught a wicked cold and had absolutely zero motivation to do something for himself. It would have been the second or third night he had spent tossing and turning in bed while he knew you were in the guest bedroom (where he made you stay because even though he was your best friend and desperately craved cuddles, he didn’t want to snot all over you or get you sick). Finally, he decided to get out of bed because it truly wasn’t doing him any good, only frustrating him that he could lie there for hours and not find sleep. He’d head through the living room/lounge area to get to the kitchen, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you curled up on the couch reading a book or watching TV. He’d say something like ”well you’re up late” and you’d respond with “says you” and get a small smile in response. He’d join you on the couch and either talk with you until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore or would just silently place his head on your shoulder, where he would eventually fall asleep. 

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Kai:

He wouldn’t be tired as much as he was sleepy, and sleepy Kai meant giggly and cuddly Kai. He would have come back after a performance or concert and would have been so giddy, talking your ear off about how amazing the fans were and how Baekhyun had all but made a fool of himself again when he messed up some lines or mispronounced something. He’d be really smiley and talkative, but once he noticed that you were in no way able to match his energy (though you were fully engaged in conversation and laughing along), he’d excuse himself for a moment to get changed. As soon as he’d come back wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he’d plop himself down on the couch and make grabby hands at you. You’d giggle and take a seat next to him, only to have him pout and pull you into his lap. He’d wrap his arms securely around your waist and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, a content smile playing on his lips. Before long, he’d just kinda say “okay, time for bed” and flop onto his side, loosening his grip on you only to pull the blanket off the back of the couch to cover the two of you. “Goodnight,” he’d say before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sehun:

He’d be pretty pissy because he’d be super tired and wanting to sleep really badly. Though he knew that his sleep schedule being messed up wasn’t your fault, you were the only person around and therefore fell victim to his crabbiness. Since he was tired, it was hard for him to communicate his frustrations, which frustrated him even more, but seeing you hardly react to him/sass him right back/be understanding made him feel kinda special. Even though his attitude frustrated you, you understood that he wasn’t mad at you and were trying your best to calm him as well as yourself. Eventually, as he’d finish his rant about something his hyungs did a couple of days before, you’d get up from the bed, only saying “stay here” before leaving the room. He’d be a little hurt that you left like that, but would also start worrying that he had really been rubbing you the wrong way. You’d come back a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn and a glass of water for each of you, and he’d take it all from you and set it down so that he could wrap his arms around you and thank you for putting up with his nonsense, promising he’d make up for it in the morning.

Originally posted by gabrielagaeta

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