i wonder if he showed it to toure

anonymous asked:

Can you recap what happened on fallon

  • he pranced when he first walked out 
  • jimmy said carolina was a jam multiple times
  • he also said his album was amazing
  • he also said dunkirk was amazing
  • they talked about two ghosts being the next single and harry said the two ghosts were talking to each other and not him so he said “give me some ghostie”
  • they talked about harry singing with stevie nicks
  • jimmy brought this tiny little bottle that stevie gave him and told harry that if you blow a wish into it, your wish will come true
  • jimmy said his wish came true because harry’s there :’)
  • harry made a wish and blew all cutely into the bottle :(
  • jimmy dramatically fell over and harry got up and pretended to punch him and then took over and gave the outro for a commercial break 
  • they were talking about harrys world tour and harry said “i like the world” and jimmy said “the world likes you” with no hesitance
  • a clip of dunkirk was shown and he and jimmy made really weird noises
  • harry gave a speech about how if people come together we can do wonderful things
  • they sang a tiny bit of ‘Party At My Parents House’ and harry said the civil war skit on SNL was his first war movie jjdfhkefkj
  • jimmy complimented harry the entire time that’s it that;s the entire show 
I’m sorry that I’m busy // Shawn Mendes

Request: Can you make a fanfic about Shawn & a girl where she goes on tour with Shawn, but she feels them getting distant from each other? She stays on the bus and continues to support him & after awhile (lots of talks between them) they make up?

authors note: I’m not feeling too good about this one but I felt the need to post something since its been a while

This was possibly the most boring job I’d been assigned on the tour yet. Shawn had me unpacking possibly hundreds of boxes filled with his latest album and my job was to check that each one had been signed by him. Then, get this, I had to put them all back. 

I was feeling much like one of his crew members rather than his girlfriend. It had been this way for quite a while though, Shawn doing his thing. Going out with the boys to celebrate after his show and somehow ‘forgetting’ to ask me if I wanted to go as well.

He usually claims that he thought I’d rather stay on the tour bus or in the hotel room. Ever since the San Francisco show where two fans had became a bit too obsessive over me, I’d been banished to the bus.

 I sigh, letting one of the CD’s drop back into the cardboard box and I walk over to the mini lounge, flopping back into the smooth leather. I missed Shawn. My mind wondering to what he might be doing right now. He didn’t say where he was going when he left this morning- just saying that Andrew would find me something to do to pass the time.

By pass the time he meant unpack boxes. 

Having enough of the silence, I grab my phone and ID card that were laying on the coffee table and climb off the bus, heading towards the arena. I nod at the security guard standing by the back entrance as he knew who I was-  he’d been travelling with us from show to show.

The next door however, my ID was checked. I could hear a guitar in the distance and I head straight for one of the gates that lead into the arena. I walk out into one of the top stands- a fairly large stadium layed out below me.

My gaze draws towards a figure on stage. Shawn. I make my way down the stairs and find a seat- on the right side of the stage but close enough that if Shawn looked up he recognize who I was.  

I laugh lightly as Shawn dances around the stage, his head bobbing to the beat. I guess my voice echoed because Shawn’s head snaps up to look at me and his strumming stops.

“Y/n?” He calls and I nod. He shouts something else.

“What?” I call, leaning forward in my seat.

He shouts it again.

“I can’t hear you?” I laugh at his disgruntled expression and he places his guitar on the ground before running off stage. Its a minute before I hear his footsteps trailing down the stairs.

He takes one of the spare seats next to me, his knee brushing my thigh.

“Didn’t know you were here,” Shawn mumbles, leaning forward to kiss my temple.

“Thought I would take a break from CD sorting.” I chuckle, shaking my head in distaste.

“So that’s what Andrew had you doing,” He chuckles, chucking an arm over my shoulders yet his gaze stays locked on his guitar on stage- as if he was guarding it.

“Yeah, hey listen I was thinking.” I pause and Shawn slowly looks away to meet my eyes. “Do you want to do something? Maybe go get some lunch or we could go to the park?” I ask, smiling at the prospect of spending time with my boyfriend. He’d been so focused on shows recently that I’d barely seen him the past couple weeks.

“You know I can’t.” He dismisses me, a frown on his face.

“What? Why not?” I ask, eyes widening in surprise.

“I have a lot to do here, besides I’m sure you can find something else to-”

“Don’t you dare tell me to find something else to do.” I move to stand up, his arm falling from my shoulders.

“I’m sorry I can’t spend every second with you Y/n. I’m a busy guy.” his tone is clipped and I feel my anger burn.

“I’m not asking to spend every second with you Shawn.” I snap, shuffling out the isle and back up the stairs. He gets up and follows.

“No need to walk away like this.” He calls and I spin around to face him.

“You don’t even understand do you Shawn?” I shout, my frustration spilling over.

“Understand what?” He growls, fists clenching.

“I’m not some dog that you can leave at home and will still show you love and attention, no matter what, when you arrive back.” I glare daggers at him. “I don’t want to be on the bus 24/7 packing and unpacking CD’s because that’s all Andrew’s got for me to do.” 

He scrunches his eyebrows, confusion written on his face.

“I want to be with you and see what you do.” My tone is so desperate that I sound like I’m whining. I hate that I’m like this in front of him but I was so sick of being treated this way.

“I’m not trying to sound like a kid Shawn but I’m bored. You really wanted me to come on tour with you but now that I’m here, I feel like I’m being tucked away into a small corner and not allowed out.”

“I’ve asked you to go out with the boys and I.” Shawn retorts and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, the first night, ever since then you barely tell me anything.”

“I’m sorry that I’m busy.” 

I sigh, turning away from him. I reach the top stair when his hand wraps around my arm, tugging me back to look at him.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, begging me to tell him something to fix the brewing fight. Shawn hated conflict between us and within the two years that we’d been dating, this was maybe our 3rd or 4th major fight.

“Let me come to your show tonight.” I say outright, no hesitation. 

“No.” Shawn says, no hesitation.

“What do you mean no?” I yank my hand out of his vice like grip, my glare returning.

“I don’t want you there tonight.” My jaw drops and I stare at him in disbelief.


“The fans are being particularly sensitive right now and I just want them to have a good time.” He shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to realise he just dug himself his own grave.

“They’ve had two years to get used to us Shawn.” I frown, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Some are still upset over it.” He defends, eyes narrowing at me.

“So you’d keep your own girlfriend locked up just to keep a few thousand of girls happy?” 

“I’m not locking you up Y/n. Its just the tour bus.” he says with a faint smile as if he was trying to make me feel better.

“Forget it Shawn. I’ll just go back to the bus. Or maybe not, maybe I’ll just go home.”  His face pales. 

“I don’t want you to go home.” he rushes to say, tripping up the stairs to follow me as I make my way back out the arena.

“Make up your mind Shawn. One minute you don’t want me here and the next you do.”

“I want you here but I don’t want the fans to see you. They get upset- like those girls from San Francisco.” Shawn’s voice argues from behind me but I keep my pace firm, always a couple steps ahead.

“First off Shawn,” I call back to him. “You are always going to have fans around you so if you don’t want fans to see me then we might as well break up because there is no way I’m doing a secret relationship.”

“You don’t mean that?” Shawn’s voice cracks and I stop and face him.

“Secondly, the fans in San Francisco weren’t upset by us. They were asking questions about us and I answered them. They got hysterical because they found us cute. Shawn, they cried because we were cute, alright?” My anger seeps through my words.

He freezes. I cannot almost see my words turning over in his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” He accuses, his own anger coming to the table. 

“You never gave me a chance- just shoved me on the bus and we never spoke of it again.” 

“Y/n,” he whispers, reaching out for my hand. I hold his gaze for a moment, watching the anger disappear until his eyes are the warm brown color I love again. I put my hand in his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.” I’m tugged into his arms, my head buried into the crook of his neck. I sigh softly, letting his hands trace soothing patterns on my back and sure enough, my anger is gone as well.

“I forgive you.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I thought they were upset and I thought you were upset. I thought it was best if you and the fans just took some time apart.” He kisses my forehead softly.

“I love that you tried to protect us Shawn, but you should have asked what happened.” I tell him softly, not wanting to provoke another fight.

“I’m also sorry that I left you alone unpacking CD’s all day.” He chuckles slightly.

“I’m not forgiving you for that, that was torture.” Shawn laughs, pulling back to place a kiss on my lips before slinging his arm over my shoulder and leading me out the door. 

“So about that lunch date..” He trails off grinning at me.

“Sounds like a plan.” I smile back, leaning into his embrace. Its a few moments of a comfortable silence, the bakery only a couple blocks away from the stadium, when Shawn breaks the quietness.

“What did you tell them that made them cry?”

Will You Let It Die...?

Originally posted by kitaplarvekedilerr

Word Count: 1,800

Requested: Hey sweetie, how are you? Can you do an imagine where Shawn’s performing Roses onstage and he gets emotional (like last night’s show) bc Roses is y/n’s fav song and he misses her so much bc they aren’t together anymore and then he calls her and asks her for another chance? Sorry my English, it’s not my first language



“What song do you get most emotional about playing?” The girl who had asked him this question during the Q&A meant no harm, but the feeling of his heart breaking at the question - proved him otherwise.

If you were to ask him which song he got the most emotional about playing, which this girl did, it would be Roses. Not due to the message behind it, that had little to do with why Shawn’s eyes stung with sadness each time he performed it. No, it reminded him of the love he had until recently - you.

Shawn took his time in answering this question, debating on whether or not to tell the truth or give a different answer. However, he didn’t want to hide anything, so he gave her the truth.

“Probably Roses.” He answered simply, wanting to move on.

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Cheater Part 4

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

May 2016

Shawn high-fived his band, since the show had been a success. “We’re all heading out to that club down the road, you coming?” Mike asked, looking at the singer.

“Ehh, why not?” He smiled, following the rest of the team down to the club.

Smiling at the bar tender, he sipped the beer he was holding. “What’s a handsome thing like you doing all alone, hmm?”

Shawn glanced at the girl, who couldn’t be more than a few years older than him, and smirked. “Nothin’. Just out with some mates.”

“Well, you look like you’ve some moves, hun. Why don’t hit the floor with me? Give ‘em a show?”

Shawn didn’t know if it was the alcohol in his blood, or how much he had been needing the attention, but he was drawn away from the bar, and onto the dance floor.

He danced with the girl for hours, laughing and enjoying himself more than he had been lately. “Why don’t we take things to a more private place, hmm?” She asked, lips nibbling on his earlobe.

“Mm, ok.” Shawn nodded, hung for more.

He escaped the hot air in the club, tugging on her hand, as the two of them made their way to the hotel.

Shawn slid his key card in the reader on the door, and smiled when he opened it. “Nice place.” The girl smiled, looking at Shawn.

“Yeah.” He nodded, not wanting to talk. He pressed his lips against the girl’s, and they made their way to the bed, shirts coming off.

Present Day

The clock on the stove said it was a little past seven in the evening when you emerged from the spare room, only because you hadn’t eaten in nearly eight hours.

The TV was playing some rerun of a sitcom, and from what you could hear, Matt was talking quietly to his girlfriend. “-said that he saw someone on tour a few times. Wouldn’t tell me who, though.” He looked up when the floor creaked, eyes showing concern. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You whispered, cringing at how raw your voice was.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before you were on the floor, tears pouring out again. “Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Megan ran over, hugging you tightly.

“I don’t understand!” You whimpered, wondering why you weren’t enough. “I- I thought I was enough! Why wasn’t I enough? H-he said he loved me.” You whispered, voice cracking on the word love.

“Shh, you were enough. He doesn’t deserve you, babe.” Megan whispered, hugging you. “Cheaters don’t deserve people like you. They don’t deserve royalty.”

You snorted, thanking Matt when he handed you a tissue. “If I’m so good why did he cheat on me?”

“He doesn’t see the beautiful, confident, strong woman you are.” Matt spoke, looking at you.

Megan nodded, moving hair out of your face. “How about you go take a nice bath, with that lavender essential oil that you bought today, hmm? I can make some hot chocolate, and we can drown our feelings in ice cream?”

You nodded, smiling at them. “Thank you guys.”

Shawn was sitting on the floor in the studio, looking at the instruments around him. They had been broken; thrown, kicked, smashed. He was a storm, a tornado that no one wanted to get in the path of.

“What the hell?” Geoff asked, walking into the booth. He looked around at the dismantled and abused instruments.

“I wrote a song.”

“Shawn, what the fuck happened in here?”

It was like he just saw the broken instruments- his eyes grew, jaw fell, and he began spluttering. “Can’t fucking do anything anymore! I’m such a fuckup!”

“Whoa, where did this come from? What happened?”

Shawn looked at the guitar tech, eyes watering. “I- I lost the best thing in my life. Lost it in the worst was possible.”

Geoff looked like he wanted to say more, but Shawn fell back on the floor, looking at the ceiling and letting out a long, desperate cry for his lost lover.

March 2017

Shawn looked at his reflection in the mirror of the hotel, trying to fix his hair. “This was fun.”

“Mhmm. We should do it again sometime.” She smiled, buttoning up the shirt that was previously on Shawn’s body.

The singer looked at the redhead, and swallowed. “I’m more of a one-time guy.”

“Shawn, you have a girlfriend. We all know you aren’t a one-time thing.” Aubrey deadpanned. “Speaking of the devil,” She smirked, waving his phone.

Shawn ran over, and slid his thumb across the screen to accept the call. “Hey, baby.” He grabbed Audrey’s hand, causing her to sit on the bed, waiting. “No, I was in the studio, had a great melody come to mind. Had to record it before I forgot it. I’ll be home soon. Mhmm, love you.”

“Must be rough, sayin’ things you don’t mean.” Audrey quipped, looking at her nails.

“You get used to it.” Shawn mumbled, fastening his belt. “Listen, I hate to dine and dash, but I’m already late.”

“It’s no problem.” Audrey left a red-lipped kiss on Shawn’s neck, under his collar. “See you next time, Shawn.”

Present Day

You saw her before she saw you.

Standing in line at the juice bar, red hair tied in a tight pony, talking to someone on the phone. “Who are you look- oh.” Megan cut herself off when she saw who you were staring at.

“I’ll- I’ll be right back.”

Walking over to her, you tapped her on the shoulder. “Yeah, hi.”

“Fancy seeing you here.” Audrey quipped, locking her phone.

“I just need to ask. Why? Why him?”

She laughed, and stepped out of line. “Oh, honey.” She laid her hand on your upper arm, and gave you a pitiful look. “He came to me. Asking for some stress relief. Said his girlfriend didn’t give it to him anymore. And I thought, ‘who the hell says no to sex with Shawn Mendes?’”

There was a beat of silence before your hand was stinging and Aubrey’s cheek was red.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, he did! He did real good!”

Megan and a few other bystanders pulled you away from the redhead, not wanting anything to get any worse.

a/n: the final part will be up sometime in the next week??? i think???

Days of the week: Wednesday (smut)

Words: 2252 of pure smut. Kinda fluff in the final

Warning: Smut

Reader x Hoseok

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin

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Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

“I would love to stay” you said.

You weren’t expecting that you would be tired enough not to go home. You didn’t know you would be tired enough for them not to let you go home. You also didn’t know you would have the nicest morning of your entire life.

  “Jagi? Wake up” a sweet voice called you. You murmured a “No” and turned around to let the couch’s pillow swallow your face. Not that they hadn’t invited you to sleep on their beds, but you denied. You wouldn’t sleep if you had gone, and not that it would be actually a problem, but you were really tired. You needed to sleep a little. Your half-awake mind told you to wake up. It’s probably morning and you should have breakfast. Maybe they invite you, you thought.

“Come on, Jagi. It’s time for breakfeasteu” the voice said and you immediately recognized. Hobi. His accent, ah…

“Hum… I think I should go home” you murmured. You looked at him and he smiled at you, and you immediately covered yourself. Oh ma fucking God I just woke up I must be horrible.

 “Why are you hiding?” he asked and tried to uncover you.

“Oh my God, don’t look at me” you said.

“Why not?”

 “I just woke up, you can’t see my face like this” you said. He laughed and uncovered you.

“Stop it. You’re beautiful. Come on, have a… breakfasteu with us” he said, “If you need a minute, the bathroom is over there”

 You stood up quickly, trying to hide your face, and before you could run to the bathroom, he pulled your arm, making you face him.

 “If you are so insecure about yourself, maybe I’ll have to take Namjoon’s turn and show you how beautiful you are” he said and your heart stopped. Oh, my… He was going to…? Take Namjoon’s turn?

“Huh… I… Maybe…” you tried to say something in answer but no words came out. Your cheeks were getting even pinker and your legs weaker.

“It’s ok. I need to wake up my hyungs” he said and let you go.

 You ran to the bathroom and locked the door. You looked yourself on the mirror. Oh my God. What am I doing? I am getting fucked by… 7 guys. I am at their home, being feed, being used. Is this right? I should probably stop…  What if they think I am a slut? And what is gonna happen when all this is over? Shit. All this can’t be happening. This is so… urgh! Ok. Take it easy. You can do it, Y/N, you thought. You washed your face – at least you wouldn’t look like a zombie – and walked out of the bathroom. The moment you got out of there you crashed onto Jimin, who did hold you.

“Hey.  Good morning” he said, giving you his eye-smile, “I’m sorry”

“No, my fault. Morning, Oppa” you said and his smile got bigger when you called him Oppa.

“Are you having breakfast with us?” he asked, his voice sound kinda hopeful.

“Yeah, Hobi invited me, I hope its fine”

“Yeah. Come on. Let’s go”

 The breakfast was going absolutely great. The boys talked about their tour, they played with each other, occasionally playing with you, trying to bring you into the conversation, but all you could do was watch them. Cheesus, they were completely beautiful. They were really a family; all that they showed up in their Bangtan Bombs was real. No one was talking about that thing till Hoseok brought this up.

  “Huh, Namjoon hyung” he called. Namjoon looked at him. “I know today is your day, but, huh… I was wondering if we could switch our days. Like, I could take Y/N today instead of you” he asked. You thought that would bring a discussion or something, but Namjoon just said an “ok” and nodded. Oh…

Why was Hobi so anxious? Would he really “show you how beautiful you were”?

Now you were getting anxious. It was 9 a.m. and you were thinking about sex, God. No, Y/N, have your breakfast in peace. You didn’t notice you were red and tightening your thighs till Hoseok, who was beside you, squeezed it.

“You are all red. Is you ok?” he asked.

“It’s ‘are you’, Hope” Namjoon corrected. Ah, these boys

 “I am fine” you lied. You weren’t fine. You wanted him. One of them. Now.

“I think she is not telling us the truth” Yoongi said. You gave him a devious look, telling him not to say anything. “Ah, I know this look. I know very well…” he said and you blushed even more.

“Huh. I am fine.” You said, now your voice was trembling because everybody on that table was scanning you.

“Maybe you should take her to your room and ask her again, hyung.” Taehyung said.

“I think so” Hobi said and stood up. “Milady?” he said and offered you his hand. Of course you wanted to go with him, but that was so embarrassing! Everybody was looking at you, Jesus. Everybody knew you were going to fuck. Everybody knew you had fucked the night before… And the night before the night before. Shit.

  You followed him toward the door you had been with Jin. You looked at the bed you both had used and sighed, the memories coming to your mind. He locked the door and turned to look at you, who were sat on the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked and sat beside you. You hadn’t noticed yourself before he said that. Your face was serious. Too serious for someone who was about to fuck. You decided to be honest with him.

 “I was wondering if…” you said, looking down, “If this we are doing is right. I am getting fucked by you all. 7 people. I mean…It’s a little much. I don’t want you to think that I am a slut or something. I would never do that with someone else, I’m doing it with you guys because as a fan, I love you all so much and it’s hard not to say ye-“you said but he cut you.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. Breathe and relax. We would never think this about you, we are not assholes. We might be jokers but not assholes. Besides, sex is natural, and if you wanna have sex with someone, than have it” he said simply, never leaving your stare. You just nodded. “I still have to prove something…” he stated and got closer to you. He took your head between his hands and leaned in, pecking your lips. Then, he pulled away to watch you.

 You smiled at him and kissed him by yourself. He smiled into the kiss, one of his hands going down to hold your hips. He licked on your bottom lip and you let his tongue explore your mouth, letting him control the kiss as well. He sucked your tongue, making you whimper.

 He put his hand under your shirt and on your back, finding the opening of your bra. He opened it and started to take off your shirt. You pulled away, but only long enough for him to take off your shirt and bra then kissed him again. Hobi’s kiss was soft but needy, different from Yoongi’s. You enjoyed the kiss as long as you could, till you started to take off his shirt too. He let you, and when you saw his abs you whimpered.

  “Oh my God” you whispered, touching his chest. He smiled at you and pushed you to your back softly, making you lay. He was now between your legs and kissing your neck, you weren’t sure if it would leave marks but you didn’t give a shit.

“Your boobs are perfect” he said and traveled down, sucking your collarbones and then your nipple, “perfect to suck and play with”. Even his dirty talk was cute. But still got you crazy. He was massaging your other boob, never leaving your skin. You closed your eyes, feeling him as much as you could, your hands entangling on his hair.

 He started to kiss you again, this time his hand playing with the zipper of your shorts. Your tongues were dancing against each other, the kiss getting deep. You decided to move, letting one of your hands go down and touch his crescent erection. Once you touched it, he groaned, caressing himself against your hand.

“Shiteu” he groaned. You started squeezing it slightly, teasingly. He noticed it and pulled away from you, sitting on his ankles taking off his clothes completely. His dick was bigger than Jin’s and Suga’s and you couldn’t help but wide your eyes. His head was dripping pre-cum and you just wanted to lick this off.

“See what you did to me?” he said and started pumping himself. Moans started to come out of his mouth, he let his head fall back in pleasure as you watched him masturbate himself. Little bastard. You wanted to do that. You should be doing that. Seeing his eyes were closed, you stood up and kneeled in front of him. Before he could even open his eyes, you put your mouth around his tip, licking the salty liquid off it. He looked at you in surprise.

“Hum…” he moaned and took a fistful of your hair, controlling your speed. You started to test your gag reflex, taking him more and more. You used one of your hands to massage his balls, and he tightened his grip on your hair, moving you faster, making you gag a little.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the warm liquid in your mouth.

“Oh, shit, Y/N. I think it’s my turn, right? I’ll show you how beautiful you are” he said and laid down. He tapped his lap, “Fucking ride me” he said.

You almost ran, straddling his lap. You lowered yourself slowly, and once you adjusted, you started moving. You were slowly at first, testing the sensation, feeling his dick stretching you. His finger added pressure on your clit, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

You moved up and down fast, roughly, your skin slapping against his violently, the sound mixing with your moans and his. He pulled you down, and you took the chance to kiss him, sucking and biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck…Y/N, you’re wonderful-ah” he groaned. Shit. He was stretching you real good; he was hitting the perfect spots. His hands found your butt and he slapped it, the pain turning into pleasure quickly.

 “Oh my God, Hobi” you moaned out and realized where you were. You weren’t at home and the others were outside there. Probably hearing you both. You stopped moving for a second, getting embarrassed.

“What? What?” he said, breathing heavily.

 “We are being loud” you stated.


 “I dunno, shouldn’t we- ah!” you tried to say but he moved his hip up, thrusting into you hard, making you jump. That was enough to shut you up.

 You kept moving, the sounds getting louder and the pleasure getting bigger and bigger inside you both.

“You are a fucking kitten for my cock, don’t you” he whispered on your ear. That was enough.

You tightened yourself around him, your walls warming his dick, tightening around him. He squeezed your butt harshly as he came, releasing all inside you before you could cum.

“You…” he said, breathing, “you didn’t…” he tried to say and you signaled a “no”.

In one fast movement, he stood up and pushed you down, opened your legs and introduced three fingers inside you suddenly. You almost yelled. He started pumping them in and out in an impossibly fast pace, his fingertips hitting your g-spot every time. He introduced a fourth, while the other hand of his played with your clit, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You cummed, the hot liquid coming out of you violently.

 Fucking hell. What was that?

“Join me for a shower?” he said. You nodded.

You followed him towards the bathroom. He turned the water on, and once your bodies were already wet, he started washing you softly. His touch was so soft it sent you shiver.

Once you were done, you started drying yourselves and he looked for something on his locker. Then, he offered you a hoodie, sweatshirts and one of – probably his – his boxers.  You looked at him.

“N-no, I can’t accept it. I can wear my clothes” you said.

“Please. Just take it”. He said.

The biggest challenge now was to get out of there. You wouldn’t be able to look into the boys’ faces. They had heard you fucking, hard. Yoongi would probably make one of his cocky comments. Oh…

“Let’s go?” Hoseok said and took your hand. You smiled at him and walked out.

“Had fun?” Namjoon asked.

You got red by the moment the guys looked at you. You murmured a yes.

 “I gotta, hum… I gotta go back to my dorm, my roommate is probably wondering where the hell I am, so…” you said, “Hobi, I’ll bring these tomorrow, ok?” you said.

“Just keep it” He answered.

“Ok, huh… I’ll go” you said and hugged each of them, but when Namjoon’s turn came out, he pulled you closer, not letting you go and whispered loud enough only for you to hear:

 “I hope you aren’t too tired, because tomorrow is my turn and then you’ll see what is like to be really fucked” he said.

A/N: I got you all, huh? Namjoon’s turn is the next one

#95-Matt the Radar Technician

“I know it’s you.”

Words: 1.5 K +

Warnings: None


You were sitting at the cafeteria table when it happened. You had heard about it from a few rumors a couple of days ago, that you were getting a new assignment. But not any assignment. A new guy.

He walked in, looking around with a confused, lost look on his face. Something about him was familiar. He had large glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, an angular face, large, pouty lips, thick black eyebrows and curly blonde hair. Some strands of black hair were visible through the blonde locks. He glanced around, surveying the area before saying,

“Hello… I’m Matt. A Radar Technician.”

Oh dear… You thought. That was your cue. ‘Matt’ spotted you, and you walked over to him. Holding out your hand, you puffed your chest, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead as he took your hand.

“Name’s Y/N.”


“I know that.”

“I’m a Radar Technician.”

“Mhm. Me too. Wonderful.” Scrunching your face, you inspected him. He smiled awkwardly. “Okay, Matt… Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I guess they want me to show you around first. Get the gist of what we do.” Matt nodded, and you breathed out. “Alright then…” Turning around, you lead him out of the cafeteria, walking fast. Quickly pointing out random things, you lead him through a tour of your sector. Explaining what the 'Radar Technicians’ do and such. He seemed pretty interested in it. Almost too interested… But you brushed it off as new worker excitement. He wouldn’t be like this in a week. If he lasted that long…

On the way, you turned to Matt. Noticing that he was staring at you with wide eyes and a dorky smile on his lips. When you looked back, he abruptly looked away as if that would cover his actions. Pressing your lips together, you shook your head slightly and pushed your hands into your pocket.

Matt suddenly caught up to you, and blurted out, “so… what do you think of Kylo Ren?”

“You mean our boss?” You shrugged. “He’s alright. He’s not around a lot, which I guess is a good thing. But when he does come around, remember to… Well… I guess you just have to learn the hard way.”


“Uh… Well, he has… Anger management issues. Let’s just say that. Yep. And if you piss him off, sometimes either he’ll force choke you or start wrecking shit with his lightsaber. Shit, you and I have to clean up.” Smiling sarcastically, you pulled your hand from your pocket and patted Matt on the back. You saw a sudden flash of anger in his dark eyes, and you retracted your hand. “Okay then…”

Throughout the day, you lead Matt around, listening to him splurge on information of Kylo Ren, and how he 'admires’ him, and that he deserves more respect for what he’s doing.

Nodding, going along with it, you began to wonder what this guy’s deal was with Kylo… In all retrospects, you hardly knew the guy. But you had been working on the Starkiller Base for a good 3 years by the time this Matt showed up. He wasn’t even done with his first day and he already knew more about Kylo Ren then anyone. Even you, who served directly under the guy.


When your afternoon break came, you had pretty much had enough of this 'Matt’ guy. He was obnoxious. Nervously, obnoxious. It was like he couldn’t be quiet for 5 seconds let alone the 7 hours of the day you had left.

Of course, they choose my longest day to introduce the new guy…. You think, rubbing your temples.

Walking over to the vending machine, you tied your hair up in a ponytail, punching in the number, and grabbing a bag of chips. When you sat down at the table, Matt was staring intently at you. Something he hadn’t stopped doing since you two met. But he seemed familiar with you…. Too familiar. As if he already knew you somehow….

You began to think about Kylo Ren, and how he never showed his face. You only knew he had black hair from the time that he had taken off his mask when he was walking to his chambers at the end of the day. You didn’t see his face, but you saw enough to know it was him.

Mulling this over, you bit the inside of your cheek. Looking over Matt’s loose blonde hair and the dark black roots, alongside stray black strands that were pulled at the bottom, as well as through the blonde curls.

“So… Matt… Where did you say you came from?”

“I didn’t.”


“What did you do before this?”

“You tell me…”


“What?” You leaned forward, about to grab his glasses and pull them off, as if that would confirm your suspicion, when your friend, y/f/n came over. Sliding next to you. Ecstatic, she held out her hand to Matt, who shook it hesitantly.

“Y/N. Have you heard?”


“Apparently, the Resistance has a lead on where Luke Skywalker’s map is located.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“What about Luke Skywalker?” Matt leaned forward.

“You’re the new guy?”


“Well, Luke Skywalker-”

“I know who Luke Skywalker is.”

“Jesus-Yeah… Y/N… Can I talk to you alone?”

Pulling you aside, your friend leaned forward, about to say something, when you cut her off. “I think Matt is Kylo Ren.”

At your words, y/f/n stared at you with wide eyes. Glancing behind you at Matt, and then back at you. “Seriously? No way.”

“He knows more about him than I do, or quite frankly, anyone that I’ve ever known. He can’t stop talking about him! Kylo Ren has black hair, and Matt’s hair looks pretty inconsistent regarding it’s supposed to be blonde.”

“There’s no way! That guy’s way too cute to be Kylo Ren.”

“Oh my god…” You groaned, throwing your head back. “You couldn’t be more inappropriate. That’s our boss!”

“You don’t know that…” She winked. Stuttering, you attempted to respond, but just walked away, flustered. You slid back into the seat and crossed your arms. Staring Matt dead in the eyes. You shivered, a coldness washing over you like a blanket. Y/f/n then sat beside you, and you bit your lip.

“I know it’s you.” You pressed forward, looking for a reaction. And boy, did you get one. Matt’s eyes widened, and he laughed nervously.

“Who? My-My name is Matt-”

“You’re Kylo Ren!”

Matt then sat up abruptly, pushing his chair out, and rushing out of the room. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day. Or, at least, you didn’t see Matt.

Walking back to your room, your tired feet dragging on the ground, you noticed Kylo Ren waiting by your door. Instead of a blonde dork, he had his natural black hair flowing around his sharp face, and black clothes wrapped around his muscular shape. Swallowing, you slowed your steps until you stopped right in front of him.

“Hello.” He said, his voice filtered with a certain darkness. Still holding the same nervousness as before, however.

“Hello, Matt the Radar Technician.”

“Look-I’m sorry.” He pressed forward, closing the gap between you. Realizing what he had done, he quickly took a step back and cleared his throat. “I… I wanted to get to know you. I was afraid if you just knew me for Kylo Ren, you’d be too afraid.”

“I’ve never been afraid of you.”


“I’ve never really been afraid of you. You didn’t have to go undercover to talk to me.” Clenching your jaw, the tense air between the two made you nearly cringe away. God, you hated awkward silences. But there Kylo was, with his soft, gentle complexion and understanding eyes. Standing in front of you with only the sound of his breaths penetrating the air around you.

When you began to reach out for your door. Kylo suddenly then grabbed your arm, moving you back so that you were pressed underneath him, your back to the cold metal and your breath ragged from the surprise.

What happened was unexpected. From knowing the man with a mask to your encounter with Matt the Radar Technician, you didn’t expect to find yourself leaning into the touch of Kylo Ren, your lips moving against his. But there you were, biting his bottom lip, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing on your tippy toes to kiss him harder. Running his hands up your back, you breathed out, pulling away and staring into his eyes. Kylo cleared his throat, and then rubbed his hands on his sides.
“I guess… I’ll see you later.”



“Keep the glasses. They were cute.”

This made him smile, and for the first time, you felt butterflies fill your stomach.

When We Collide (Part 15)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“What are you doing here?” The confusion was written on your face once you opened the door to your dorm. You hadn’t expected guests tonight, it was Friday and you were supposed to be alone. 

Luke looked down at his feet shy as if he had forgotten the reason why, he almost looked like he wanted to be in disguise by the way he was standing against the door frame. 

“You said I didn’t know you.” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair.

“So I’m here to learn every single thing about you.” 

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Long Distance (Chapter Fourteen)

Some more sweetness then some smut then (i’m sorry) just like a teaspoon of angst?
Can’t wait to hear what you guys think!


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“Today was so fun, Tony. Who knew doing the touristy thing in New York would be such a blast?” Bucky stretched and yawned a little. “You wore me out, though. This city moves so fast.”

“I can’t believe you set all that up for us.” Steve said, idly drawing circles on Bucky’s left palm with his fingers. “That must have been—”

“Don’t ask me how expensive it was.” Tony grinned at them from the desk in his apartment, loving the way the firelight was playing off of their skin as they reclined on the thick rug. “Because it doesn’t matter. What was your favorite part?”

“How am I suppose to pick?” Bucky shrugged and lay all the way back now, folding his arms behind his head. “But we took about a million pictures so maybe flipping through them will remind me.”

“Too bad you couldn’t come with us, honey.” Steve added, reaching for a piece of cheese from the platter Tony had ordered and had delivered. “That would have been even more fun.”

“Eh, I’ll just see the pictures and live vicariously through those.” Tony rubbed at his eyes. “Besides, I wanted you to do something fun for your anniversary and I had to work anyway, so it all worked out.”

“Do you have to work now though?” Bucky complained. “We haven’t seen you since this morning!”

“It’s not like we didn’t see a lot of each other this morning.” Tony pointed out with a sheepish grin. “I mean, we showered together. And there wasn’t even a whole lot of actual showering going on.”

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Peep Show

Word Count: 5457

Warning: Smut with voyeurism and exhibitionism

A/N: This story is a tad bit longer than the other ones I had posted. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

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“I can’t do this anymore. It’s over, y/n.”

You stared at your boyfriend, shocked at the words that just escaped from his mouth. This was not how you saw your two year anniversary going. You had planned a nice romantic evening at your apartment for you and your boyfriend, Chris. He was supposed to come over at six for a cheesy candlelit dinner you had prepared. Followed by a movie on your cozy couch which would result in you two snuggling up together in each other’s arms. Then the night would end with a little physical contact in the bedroom and lots of R&R the next day. But of course, Chris had other plans. He came over empty handed! And not only that, he forgot it was your anniversary! Chris had expressed that he had fallen out of love with you for some time now and he wanted to seek excitement elsewhere. You were blindsided by his confession and completely heartbroken.

“But Chris, can’t we-”

“NO, Y/N! We are over! There’s nothing more you can say that will make me change my mind. Besides, I started seeing someone else.”

Chris left your apartment leaving you on the floor in a balling mess.


One Week Later…

“Y/n! This is ridiculous!” Your best friend yelled as she pulled the blinds open, letting light enter your apartment. “Besides work, you haven’t let this damn place!”

You lowered your head in shame. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the world but the breakup was still fresh on your mind. You had given two years of your life to a guy, thinking that he loved you only for him to tell he was bored with the relationship. It was embarrassing and also insulting. You didn’t look at the situation as if it was his choice but blamed yourself because you couldn’t keep him happy. A few tears fell from your eyes. Your best friend rushed to your side, holding you close.

“Don’t you dare cry over that asshole, y/n. He doesn’t deserve your tears or thoughts,” she wiped your cheeks. “Guys don’t think when it comes to relationships. All they want is for someone, who isn’t their mother, to take care of them and supply them with sex and food. You remembered what happened with my ex?”

You thought back to the many phone calls you two shared because her ex boyfriend. If there was a king of douche bag boyfriends, he would be it. Not only did he cheat on her but he trashed her apartment and stole her money before he disappeared. You two were up all night driving around looking for him. At the time, you were relieved Chris wasn’t like that but you also didn’t expect him to walk out on you.

“Anyways, I learned from the situation. I’m too young to settle down and now I’m living my life just the way I want it. I don’t need a boyfriend and I keep a few guys around to handle my needs. Yep! Life is just wonderful which is why I don’t want you hanging in the house anymore. Let’s invite a few more friends, get dressed up and go out tonight. What do you say?”

You thought it over for a second. To hell with Chris! If he didn’t appreciate you then it was his lost. Eventually, someone will come along and appreciate what an amazing person you were. But that day was not today, so why not go out and have fun?

“Hell yeah! Count me in!” You shouted as you jumped up from the couch, storming into your bedroom closet to look for something to wear.

A couple hours later, you, your best friend, and three other girls stood in line waiting to get inside a club. You decided on wearing a simple black dress that hung off of your shoulders and black stilettos heels. Tonight you wanted to focus solely on having fun and not about Chris and what he could possibly be doing at that moment. It wasn’t long before you were let in and the blast of music followed by people all over made you tense. Your best friend noticed.

“Relax, I know it’s been awhile since you put yourself out there but you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy yourself.” She whispered in your ear. You offered her weak smile and nodded.

As the night went on, everyone was having a good time. Your group of friends were chatting with a group of guys and you danced and drank a little too much to the point that you were tipsy. You heard your friend say something about going to another club and everyone got up to leave. You tried to keep up but ended up getting lost on the street. You checked your phone but had no signal to make a call.

As you walked around looking for them, the cool outside air sobered you up. It had been ten minutes and still no sign of your friends. You were about to hail for a cab and head home until you realized you were standing in front of a club. “Desire” spelled out in red neon lights and just below the name, words in white read “live shows”. Weird. It didn’t seem like the average place to party and held some mystery to it.

“They couldn’t have come here,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around. “What the hell. No harm in checking.”

You entered through the door and immediately felt the change in atmosphere from the previous club. The furniture and walls were white with a luminous blue light reflecting off of it. The slow sensual music was loud but not enough to hear from outside. Overall, you liked the place. Everyone there was wearing all black and a mask across their face, hiding their identity. You noticed they each sported a different color wristband as well. A man approached you. His choice of clothes, although were black, was different from everyone else’s. In fact, only six men wore that uniform.

“Good evening and welcome to Desire. May I ask which show would you be interested in?” He spoke.

“Well, I was looking for my friends. I thought had came in here but I guess I am mistaken.” You told him as you continued to look around. He could sense your curiosity and offered you light smile.

“If you are interested, I could give you a tour.”

He offered his hand to you. You were hesitant but decided to take it. You thought about your friends. Wondering if they were looking for you or if they went to the club or home. He led you through the crowd, handing you a glass of champagne along the way.

“What kind of place is this? It doesn’t seem like a club.” You asked.

“That’s because this is a lounge, for entertainment purposes only. This is the main floor. Some nights the stage is available for musical performances while the guests mingle but that’s not tonight. We offer drinks, food, and music. People pay to relax, make small talk, and to watch.”

“To watch? Watch what?” Confusion etched across your faced.

You two stopped in front a black door, shield away by a black, velvety curtain located in the back. He held the door open for you and you walked through. In this area of the lounge, the walls were red, the furniture was black, and the light shining from above was bright for you to see everything.

“Our peep shows range from whatever you desire. If you have a kink for control, then I would suggest the bdsm shows or if you’re into dress up, there’s the role play shows. Orgies, gay sex, spankings, cross dressing… you name it, we have it for your viewing.” Your head was swimming in thoughts. Out of all the places, you end up in the fetish club. It was all so overwhelming.

“So have you decided on a show?” He asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

“Actually, this is too much for me,” you admitted, turning to face him. “I don’t even know what my kinks are. I just simply enjoyed sex.”

“Ah! I know the perfect room for you and the show is just about to start.”

The host walked over to you and placed a white wristband around your wrist. Once again he led you to a door. Inside only held a single black chair.

“Which one is this?” You were almost scared to ask.

“This is Jimin. He is the crowd’s favorite.”

“Wait!” You stopped momentarily. “Will I be the only one watching?”

“Of course. For privacy reasons, we only offer one person per room.”

He ushered you inside and entered behind you, shutting the door. You took a seat and stared ahead. The black curtain parted, opening the sensual scene to your eyes. The couple was guarded by a two-way glass screen. A dirty blonde haired man, dressed only in his boxer briefs, was kissing down a woman’s neck. She had long silky dark brown hair surrounding a beautiful face. She could have definitely considered being a model if she wasn’t an exhibitionist.

Both of them were kneeling with their bodies faced towards you. His face was concealed from your view as he kissed down her back. The bra the woman was wearing loosened and she pulled it off exposing her small breasts to your gaze. Their bodies fell forward with their backside in the air. He backed away from her to stand properly. His body was well defined and chiseled but not too muscular. His hand flipped his hair out of his face, locking eyes with you. When he did that, your heart nearly stopped beating. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You gasped, sitting up straight in the chair.

“I see you like, Jimin.” The host whispered into your ear. You weren’t even aware, he was even there.

“Yes, he is very handsome.” You mumble, unable to take your eyes off of him.

“Maybe your kink is to watch or being watched. Come here often and you will learn why he is the crowd’s favorite. Have a good evening.”

The host exited the room, leaving you to watch the rest of the show. Jimin had turned his gaze away from you and back to his partner. She rolled over on her back, sliding her hands down her body resting on her private area. Her hand moved to the inside of her panties as she lifted her hips off of the bed. You couldn’t hear their voices or sounds but by the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying the pleasure she gave herself. Jimin watched her with hunger in his eyes. You saw his lips move and immediately she was bent over in front of him. His underwear slid down his thighs, resting at his knees. His hands gripped her hair as his hips thrust forward. You watched him fuck her mouth as yours watered to get a taste. He reached over and slapped her panty covered ass. Your hand twitched as if he just slammed yours. Jimin suddenly pushed the girl on her back, yanking her panties off her legs. You were able to see his thick cock, standing proudly against his abs. It was then you felt a strong urge between your own legs. Closing your thighs tightly, you could feel how wet your panties were. Jimin rid himself of his last bit of clothing and closed the gap between him and his lover. He found your eyes once again as he spread her legs wide and he entered her. You softly moaned out at the same time the girl threw her head back. You watched him fucked her mercilessly wishing it was you. Soon you could see a thin layer of sweat that coated his back. You groaned to yourself. You would give anything to hear their lovemaking.

They suddenly rolled over and the woman was on top. She had braced both hands on his chest was rode him with such forced. Her hair was wild and untamed and both of their eyes were shut as they became lost in the feeling. His hands held on to her hips helping her grind on his cock. You could tell they were close by speed of their movements. The girl frozen her body, her scrunched up and her mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’. Jimin pushed her off of him and stood. Quickly stroking himself until he came all over her face. The last thing you saw was their heavy breathing before the curtain close.

You sat there amazed at what you had just witnessed. You were on the edge of the chair and your fingers left indents in the leather. Your breathing was just as labored, you may as well have been fucking.

“Shit…” you stated, astonished.


You lied in bed, tossing and turning at the unrelieved pressure between your legs. Over and over the show played in your head since you made it home. Your friends eventually called and told you they were headed home for the night. You neglected to tell them about your mystery club and instead, wished them a good night. You thought back to how Jimin hammered into that woman. The way his muscles in his ass flexed and the satisfied look on her face, giving her quite a fuck.

“Jimin…” you breathed his name.

There was something about him that intrigued you. The look of hunger in his eyes as you stared at each other. It almost felt as though he was fucking you. You certainly felt the connection and knew why everyone favored his shows. He had a presence that invited you in. Even in that type of setting, you felt welcomed. You wondered how many women left that place panties wet, horny as hell, wishing Jimin would fuck them. Knowing them, they probably just found a random guy in the lounge and brought him home for an easy one night stand. But you… you wanted Jimin.

So it was no surprise that you went back the next night. You stared at the neon sign before walking inside. Immediately, you spotted who you were looking for and smiled.

“Good evening and welcome back to Desire. May I ask which shows are you interested in seeing tonight.” The host asked.

“I would like to see The Crowd’s Favorite. Is he available?” You replied with a smile, handing him your first payment. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod. This time he placed a red colored wristband on your arm. He led you pass the black door to the rooms where the shows were being presented. He handed you a black laced mask before leaving you by yourself.

“Enjoy the show.”

You found his specific room and entered, taking a seat in the chair. You stared at the mask in your hands, debating on whether to wear it or not. You decided not to since people had already seen your face. Taking a deep breath, you waited for the curtain to open and a minute later it did.

The same woman was laid out on the bed, her fingers buried deep within her cunt. She was the only one who was visible and you wondered where Jimin was. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. You thought about how it would feel to put your body on display for a man or woman to see. To let them see you spread wide, performing lewd acts by yourself or with a partner. It sounds interesting but you didn’t have the guts. Maybe that’s why Chris decided to leave. You didn’t provide enough excitement in the bedroom and your sex life became dull.

As soon as you shook the depressing thought from your mind, Jimin appeared and climbed onto the bed. He snatched the woman’s hand away from her pussy and held them both above her head. She mouthed something to him as she started fidgeting. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before they were pressed against her clit. Slowly, his fingers rubbed circles around the nub. You watched her back arch, lifting her chest in the air. Your breathing increased as well. Jimin slipped one finger after another into her twat until three of his fingers rested inside her. He worked them slowly against her walls, ultimately speeding up his pace. You couldn’t help the sudden rush you were feeling. Your fingers found what they was looking for in the inside of your panties. You were already soaked and wasted no time plunging your fingers into your pussy, trying to match his speed. Your eyes shut momentarily as you moaned out in pleasure. When they opened, you found Jimin watching you instead of his lover. His eyes drifted down from your face to your hand inside your panties. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you were too far gone to stop now. You opened your legs wider and used your other hand to massage your clit. Your juices flowed down your ass and onto the leather fabric. Your eyes closed again, imagining it was his fingers. You picture his naked body leaning over you, watching as you were about to cum. You looked past your heavy lids and saw Jimin lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes still locked on your crotched.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” You chanted, feeling your stomach tighten.

Your head fell back and you screamed out as your orgasm washed over you. You swallowed hard, coming to the reality of what you had done. Your legs twitched from the aftermath and your panties were now ruined. When you lifted your head to face Jimin, he had a smirk on his face and a very hard dick in his boxers. You nervously shifted in your seat before getting up and running out of the room. You left the lounge, walking in no particular direction. After awhile, you stopped to calm down.

“What the hell, y/n! How do I go back after what I just did?!” You yelled to yourself.

“Simple, you just come back and take a seat because I’d love to see what else you have up your sleeve.” A deep voice joined the conversation. You turned around only to come face to face with Jimin. You immediately turned away from him and covered your face.

“I’m so sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know what came over me?”

Jimin smiled and crossed his arms. “Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it very much.”

“Really?” You faced him. It was then you noticed his clothes hung loosely on his person, as if he rushed to get dressed.

“Absolutely! It seemed more real and genuine, better than the other shows I’ve seen.”

“That’s because it was. I was horny and I had imagined that it was you that was touching me. Like I said be– WAIT A MINUTE! Does that mean these shows aren’t real?!”

Jimin threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Of course it’s real. We are performers. It’s our job to keep the audience entertained any way possible. But doing the same thing over and over can seem artificial or rehearsed. But I can assure you, it’s real.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, running out of words to say.

“You know, you are quite experienced for a voyeur. Have you considered being an exhibitionist?”

Your eyes widen and you vigorously shook your head. “NO! There’s no way I could do that.”

“Why not? Are you afraid you might like it?” He smirked. You blankly stared at him, unable to answer. There was a possibility that he could be right. Since you came to that place, it gave boost of confidence and a high dosage of sexual excitement that was dying to escape your body. “Do me a favor. Come to the lounge tomorrow night, same time. Wear something comfortable but have on black undergarments. I will meet you in the back.” And with that, Jimin winked at you and walked away.


The next night, you had dressed exactly how Jimin said. Wearing black cheeky panties under blue jeans and a thin black dress that you pulled up into a makeshift shirt. All hidden under your black jacket. More than the regular share of people were there when you entered the lounge. Tonight, the stage was open and everyone’s attention was on an older woman who softly sung into the microphone. You looked around but couldn’t find your usual host.

“Welcome to Desire. Are you looking for someone in particular or are you interested in a show?” A deep voice asked you.

You faced the man who was dressed as a host but the only difference was that he wore a mask. From your time being there, not once have you seen them wear one.

“Yes, I was looking for you actually.” You stated confidently. Jimin removed his mask and held out his hand which you easily took.

“I had to make sure you didn’t change your mind.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

He led you to an unknown area of the club, one you were unfamiliar with. Opening a door, you were present to tiny room with a single bed inside. When you saw the closed curtain, your stomach dropped and you could feel each nerve tighten under your skin. You didn’t know if you were ready to perform such a task.

“Take off your coat and pants” Jimin spoke. He had already shed his clothes and stood in nothing but boxer briefs. Your eyes traced over every inch of him and his body looked even better close up. With trembling hands, you removed your clothes and handed it him. He sat them off to side and pulled you over to the bed. He stood in front of you, taking in your figure. You took deep slow breaths to calm yourself. Jimin picked up on your mood.

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset that my beautiful date for the night decided to leave me.” He joked. You smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

“Well I already came this far and I wondered what it was like to be watched.”

“But I already watched you.”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Yes, but it I wanted to experience being watched while someone does explicit things to my body. Knowing that you were watching me, only lit the flame and what I want is a forest fire.”

Jimin walked closer, his lips barely touching yours. “Was I the one doing explicit things to your body?”

“Every time.” You breathed out.

“Relax, close your eyes, and tell me about it.”

You close your eyes and felt his presence move away from you. You cheered yourself on in your head, trying to recant your fantasies. “First, you would approach me quietly, leaving wet kisses on my neck. Your hands would roam over my breasts, lightly massaging them.”

As you spoke, you felt Jimin’s hard figure behind you. His hands gently traced up your sides, moving from under your arms to cup your breasts. He fondled the mounds of soft tissue, rubbing his thumbs along your now hard nipples. His head leaned against yours and you felt his warm breath in your ear.

“What kind of shy girl leaves home without a bra? I guess you’re not as innocent as you think.” You moaned out feeling your wetness coat your underwear. “Come on, don’t slow down now, baby. Tell me what else I do to you.”

“One of your hands goes inside my panties and you tease me before finger fucking me.”

He lifted your right leg in the air, hooking his arm under it. His hand eased their way inside your panties, rubbing his fingers along your wet lips. Your head fell back on his shoulder and your hand massaged his scalp. His other hand slipped under your dress and pinched your nipple. Spreading out his fingers, Jimin was able to play with clit and tease your entrance. You were so wet, you were dripping down your thighs.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in your ear.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head back into its position on your shoulders. The curtains were wide open and a woman sat in the chair in front of you. She was wearing her mask so you couldn’t see her face but the look in her eyes told you everything. She was just as interested as you had been when you first showed up. Jimin lowered your leg and moved his hands away. He turned your body to face his as he gripped your panties and yanked them down your legs. He pulled the neckline of your dress down, stretching it as he bent his head to capture your areola in his mouth. As he sucked, you felt his tongue flicking at your nipple. His tongue traced up your body until his mouth found yours. The kiss was a very heated one. Your tongue explored every inch of his mouth and vice versa.

“Let’s give our guest the proper performance, shall we?” He stated. You smiled and nodded. Jimin help pulled your dress off. “Lay on the bed on your back with your head hanging over.”

You followed his command, staring at his upside down figure. Jimin pulled down his boxers, showing off his semi hard cock. When he leaned over to touch your pussy, you came face to face with his genitals. You felt both of his arms wrap around your waist before you were being lift in the air. Almost immediately, his tongue invaded your other lips. Steadying one hand on his thigh and the other around his shaft, you sucked down the mushroom tip. Like a cock hungry slut, you eagerly shoved his cock in your mouth. Taking in as much as you can. Jimin groaned as he lapped at your clit. He licked to your opening, shoving his tongue in as deep as it could go. You were the wettest you had ever been and he was drinking down every drop. You could feel yourself tightening around his little pink muscle.

“Hold it in. We are not done yet.”

Jimin lowered you to the floor and maneuvered you over to the glass screen so that your body was pressed up against it. In one stroke he entered you, squishing your breasts to the glass. The woman almost fell out of her chair at the view she was getting. Jimin pounded into your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks to sink in deeper. You were a moaning mess, the element of pleasure plastered across your face. You pushed your backside against him wanting to feel more.

“Lift your leg up so she can see what I’m doing to you. I want this image burned into her mind.” Jimin growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.

You did what he said only to feel his hand come around your waist. He pinched your swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, using his index to flick the bundle of nerves. His hips picked up speed occasionally grinding himself into you. Your sweaty hands slid down the screen, as you were on the verge of cumming. If only you could witness what the woman was seeing. This was your third come coming to the club, it all boiled down to this moment. Falling apart in front a stranger’s eyes all because of Jimin’s actions. Your breathing increased and you could no longer hold back your excitement.

“Oh God!” You screamed out, releasing so hard Jimin’s cock was forced out of your cunt.

You gasped for air, still feeling your high as your juices puddling under you. Jimin watched you in amazement. He had his usual pleased smirk on his face. But the show wasn’t over just yet. Falling to your knees, you grasped his cock in your hands stroking him to release. You opened your mouth and held out your tongue, waiting on his salty white liquid to land on it. It wasn’t long before his legs buckled and rope after rope of sperm spurted all over your face. There was so much, it almost covered your face entirely.

By now the curtain had closed and Jimin was cleaning you up with a fresh towel. As soon as he finished, he pulled you down onto the bed so you two could rest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just done. A big smile spread across your face. You didn’t think you could do it but you did and was proud of yourself. You suddenly felt like a different person.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You slapped your palm against your forehead. How could you be so forgetful?

“Oh my God, you’re right! I don’t know when I became such a daring person. My name is y/n.”

“Well y/n, it is nice to meet you. But I think you’ve always been that way and you’re just now finding out what interests you. You are a natural born exhibitionist and I would like to help you explore more of that side. Plus more.”

You were silently hoping that this experience with Jimin wouldn’t just be a one-time thing but you also weren’t ready to show your body off every night like he did.

“Let me think it over, okay?”


One Month Later

You didn’t know how in the world you found yourself sitting across from Chris at a restaurant but you were. He had suddenly called you up out of the blue asking if you were available to talk. And you agreed because he denied you the talk you wanted when he walked out. He stared at you, taking in your appearance. He smiled as he talked.

“I’m glad you decided to join me today. It’s good to see you, y/n. I don’t know what it is but you have this glow about you. You look nice.”

“Thank you. What did you want to talk about?”

He cleared his throat and moved nervously in his seat. “Well, I want to apologize for what happened the last time we talked. I was a jerk for how I treated you and I’m sorry.”

“Mmm…” You raised an eyebrow, sipping on your drink. Your phone dinged and you picked it up to check the message. Chris rubbed his hands together and leaned forward.

“And I was wondering if you could give us another shot? I miss you and I realize you are the woman for me.” He smiled. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at his words. You didn’t think you ever heard him say it. You put your phone down and stared into his eyes.

“Is that how you really feel, Chris?”

“It is,” he took your hand in his. “I really want this. I love you y/n.”

You smiled. “That’s good to hear… but I think that’s the problem. I’m too much of a woman for you,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, gathering your things to leave. “I don’t want to be with a guy who is quick to toss me aside because he thinks I’m no longer valuable. Not once did you talk to me and express how unhappy you were. Instead you decided to leave me looking for something better and judging by how you are back in my face asking for a second chance, I assumed you didn’t find it. I’m sorry, Chris but I’m not someone you drop and pick up every time you feel you want a girlfriend.”

You stood to leave but decided to offer a few choice words to your ex boyfriend. “So to put it frankly, you don’t deserve another second of my time. Fuck no and fuck you! Have a nice life.”

You blew him a kiss and walked away. You smiled brightly as you walked up to Jimin, who was waiting by his car. He looked damn good in all black with his blonde hair blowing in the wind. When he spotted you, he returned your smile and opened his arms when you embraced him. You two shared a brief kiss and Chris, who was watching the entire time, turned his head away in anger. Jimin helped you into the passenger side before he hopped in the driver’s seat. He pulled off, driving to nowhere in particular. You took his hand in yours and the two of sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Your best friend was right. You were young and didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you had your favorite performer ready to dick you down and turn you out when you needed it. Yes, life was marvelous!

BTS reaction to you crying because of their tour

anon:How BTS Reacts to You Crying Because They’re About to Leave For Tour  

It’s not the best thing that I had write but I still believe that you will like this^^ -admin Evv 


Originally posted by theseoks

Jin and you were sitting in car enjoing last minutes together before he would go to the plane. You couldn’t hold your emotions inside and started to cry, imagining how empty will be your life and house without him for next few months.  He would shower you with kisses and try to make you smile one more time before he leave. Jin was sad but not showing it to you to not make you more sad. He promise you that he’ll be giving you “suprises” to show you how he miss you. On tour everytime when he’ll get a chance Jin would “throw” kissed to camera for you, wondering that you’ll feel like he’s next to you.

“You can cry only know, okay? When I won’t be by your side you can’t cry. I’ll be always thinking about you and calling to you everytime when I can. Stay healthy and eat a lot.”


Originally posted by ygnj

You promise him that you won’t cry. You were always acting like women/man that is not crying because of small reason like tour. Yoongi knew your true feelings and that in real you’ll be miss him every day more than day before. Same like him. Seeing you crying would make him sad and now he realise how hard will be for him this separation. Yoongi would dry your tears with his thumb and sad expression. It would be hard leave you in airport crying. Everytime he would turn to you and looking if you are still crying and to appreciate his beautiful gf/bf. When he will turn to you for the last time,he would do aegyo to cheer you up, smile and send a kiss

“Now you’re making me more sad than I were. It’s only 1 month. We’ll see each other soon.I’m going to miss you more than you think.”


Originally posted by jeonsshi

It was foreseeable that Hobis’ tour will be hard for both of you. You and Hobi never spend more than 24hours far from eachother. Joint at the hip (like this two parrots-idk their name 😂) -everyone were saying like this about you two. So when you started to cry he would try hard to not cry with you. He hated to see you crying so he would try his best to make you smile even when it was sad moment for him too (maybe even more sad for him than you). Somehow this situation would make him a little bit happy because you love him that much that you don’t want to apart with him for few months. After long, tight hug Hobi would kiss you for goodbye and promise you to call you when plane with land

“No.no.no. Don’t cry or I’ll start crying with you. Y/n, I’ll miss you so muuch. We’ll get through this. Time and distance doesn’t metter. ”


Originally posted by baebsaes

You helped him to pack his luggage because he could forget about something (or broke). You were checking if you had pack everything for him. Namjoon without warning back hugged you and put his head on yours. Some tears fall from your eyes because you knew that for few months he won’t be by your side and that you won’t feel his touch at your skin. He saw that you’re crying but he let you cry. Of course Namjoon would try to calm you with his touch and soft words. It was hard for him to leave you too but someone have to be strong and don’t cry to upraise partner. Namjoon knew that it would be always hard for both of you to split up for a long time but he believed in your realtionship and he knew that you too.

“I know that you’re sad bby but tours are part of my job.When I’ll back we’ll spend together all day.”


Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

You couldn’t go to airport with him because of fans. They don’t know about your realtionship with Jimin. So you were in his dorm waiting when he’ll be redy to bid him goodbye. When you saw Jimin smiling face you hide your face in your hands and stared to cry.  Seeing you cry would broke his heart. He doesn’t want to leave you but he have to. He knew that it could be hard to contact sometimes and seeing you now crying make him worried how would you react when he can’t contact with you for a long time. Chim would hug you and telling quietly to you earn how he loves you and that he’ll back soon. With heavy heart he leave dorm. When he get in car he look at window where you were waving to him with smile and tears in your eyes. He smile to you and send you quick kiss, believe that you won’t cry anymore.

“I love you, Y/n. I don’t want to leave you. I’ll try to facetime you everyday. I promise. Please, stop cry”


Originally posted by unicornrulerofnarnia

When Tae told you about his tour you said that you’re happy because of that “You won’t be getting in my way when I’ll be doing something and I’ll have peace and quiet.” That was what you told him. But the truth is that you don’t want to show him how you’ll be missing him and that you’re sad and scared that he could meet someone prettier and better. Who know what idea can pop into his head. Tae loves you and you know about this but still thought of loosing him scares you. So now, when both of you are standing last time together before tour and when you saw his smile you couldn’t hold tears. Tae was a little bit suprised because he remember what you had said. He hug you and tryied to calm you down. Tears would show on his eyes too but he dry it before you saw them. He would call you and talk with you till he walk into plane and assure you that there is no more precious person for him than you.

“woow. You told me that you’re happy that I’m leaving and now you’re crying. You’re making me confused. Goosh. I’ll miss you! Don’t cry and don’t be sad. I’ll be with you in your heart and you’ll be in mine.”


Originally posted by vmintrash

You’re holding his hand like it can be last time. When time to say goodbye come you burst into tears. Jungkookie was sad seeing you like this. It was hard for him to leave you but he doesn’t show it because he knew that you’ll feel more down. So he smiled and told you that he’ll be calling you and there is no need to be sad. When he was going to plane, he turn to you, smiled and waved. His smile disappear when you couldn’t see him. Then he started to showing his sadness. He would still remembering how you cried and even if he was so happy to see his fans from all over the world, he would like to run to you, hug, stay with you and never let you out from his arms.

“It’s only 2 months, Y/n. You’ll be fine~ Stop crying. I want to see your smile before I’ll go. Don’t talk with other boys, think only about me like I’ll be thinking about you.”

City Lights  (Peter Parker x young!reader)

Good morning my loves and Happy Saturday! I hope today brings fun memories and good laughs and of course, good fanfiction. I have so many requests at the moment and until I get them all done, I’m going to close requests. If you send one in, I won’t answer till I get the rest of these finished. It’s not that I don’t want to do it (I love getting your guys’ requests actually, they make my days interesting), I just don’t want to make you wait forever. I’ll make a post about when I open for requests again! Check out my other imagines and my just finished series featuring Bucky, “Battered and Bruised”! I love you all so much, and have a wonderful day. xoxo

Request:  Young!avenger x Peter Parker?

Description: Peter takes you on a tour of New York as a date and shows you all his favorite places. At the end of the night, he shows you the best view of the city in the most unconventional way. 

Warnings: None. Just fluff. 


“What do you mean by you’ve never been to New York?” Peter was gaping at you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been living here, but you haven’t actually visited the city?” He was waving his arms around as he talked. 

You laughed at his reaction and gave him an awkward smile. It was true, you had been living in Stark Tower for the past seven months, but never got around to actually going to the city. 

“Well, I don’t get much time off, you know, saving humanity from aliens and crazy people.” You were trying to make up a viable excuse for why. Peter just kept staring at you his mouth hanging wide open. “What?” You started shifting your eyes around the room, having no idea what to do. 

“Babe, I know what we’re going to do today.” Peter gave you a goofy grin and ran down the hall, leaving you standing alone in the living room. 

“Oh lord, what’s he going to do?” You groaned to yourself. You shook your head, but smiled. He was such a dork. A dork that you had lots of feelings for. You loved him, but you had never said it to him, fearing that he wouldn’t feel the same. 

Seven months ago, Tony had asked you to move from the Avenger Tower in D.C. to Stark Tower to go undercover. Your job was to go to Peter’s high school and keep an eye on him for Tony. He was worried that Peter would start getting into trouble, and your job was to keep him out of it. Before you knew it, you were falling hard for him. Tony feared that you would, but allowed you to do so because you were like his daughter, and he loved you like one. All he wanted was to see you happy. So, just two months into your mission, and after spending a lot time together, along with a couple dates, you two became official. And once you started dating him, you realized you had to tell him what your original intentions were. 

When you told him, he wasn’t upset. He just kissed you and whispered to you, “My girlfriend is a freaking Avenger.” 

An hour later, he cam running in. “F/N! Come on, you’re coming with me.” You were laying on the couch, closing your eyes when he started pulling you off of it. 

“Where are we going?” You were giggling and stumbling to follow him. “Peter, I’m serious.” (No, you weren’t.) “Where the heck are you taking me?” You had this marveled look on you face, amazed that he could get you off the couch without becoming overly grumpy. 

“You’ll see. Come on.” He looked so adorable as he pulled you along down the stairs and out the door. Once you stepped outside, the quiet of the tower completely disappeared. You were left with the sound of cars, and honking, and people’s pointless conversations. He turned around to face you. 

“Ta da! I’m taking you to see the city.” He began to fumble with him hands and look towards the ground. “Since you haven’t been before, and since we haven’t been able to go on a date in a while, I decided that I could show you around.” He looked up at you with those innocent eyes that always made your heart skip a beat. 

“Aw, that’s so sweet, Peter.” You face turned a slightly shade of pink darker. You thought he was so cute when he got all nervous. A smile came upon your lips and you hooked your arm in his. “So, where to first?” 

He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and smiled. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning.  You loved making him happy, he made you feel almost like a normal teenager who had an almost normal life. To be frank, you never had a normal life to begin with. You were born with ability to go invisible, and your parents abandoned you at the age of three after they scared you and they suddenly couldn’t see you. They were afraid of you, so they left. You fended for yourself till about two years ago when the Avengers discovered you and your ability, hoping you would join them. You gladly accepted the offer and you realized that you had a family again. They loved you like a younger sibling, but Tony loved you like you were his own daughter. Obviously, being an Avenger and living with them wasn’t normal for anybody, but neither was having spider-like senses.

You two spent the afternoon walking through New York City, checking out all the places Peter loved. He took you to his favorite pizza place for lunch, and then you two took a stroll around Central Park. You stopped at the lake and watched the ducks swim by. 

“This is really nice, Peter. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. 

He put his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It’s my pleasure, babe. But, the day isn’t over yet.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and you two started walking back towards the street. He took you around street corner after street corner, pointing out places that he wanted to take you in the future, and telling you the fondest memories he had there. After about an hour of walking, he stopped you in front of a brick stoned building. 

“Where are we?” You were looking for a sign. There was none. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what was inside, but it was lowly lit. 

“You’ll see.” He was smirking at you as he took your hand and pulled you inside. Once you were through the door and you finally saw what it was, your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped to the floor. Inside the unsuspecting building was bookshelves stacked to the ceiling with books. 

“No. Way.” You were amazed. You dropped his hand and started walking up and down the aisles, mesmerized. You let your fingers graze across the spines, reading every title. They had classics, new books, well loved books, and all your favorite ones too. Peter watched you in adoration. He knew you would like this place. It was the oldest book store in New York, and he knew how much you liked to read. Once you looked through just about every single book in there, you walked up to him with the biggest smile on your face. 

“You’re amazing, did you know that? Oh my god, I could spend hours in here. I have to come back another day to read here.” You were beginning to ramble and Peter just shook his head, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk. 

“F/N, you’ve already spent two hours just looking at all the books. I’m going to have to bring you back here, so you can spend the entire day here.” He pulled you into a hug. “There’s still one more thing I have to show you before I take you back to the tower. Come on.” You looked up at him with eyes that were filled with love. He leaned down and kissed you, filling your stomach with butterflies. He pulled you out of the bookstore and the sky that was once bright and sunny was now beginning to grow blue. Had you really been in there that long?

“F/N, hold on tight.” He wrapped his left arm tightly around you.

“Wait, wh-” You cut yourself off with a slight scream. Suddenly, you were swinging in the air, swooping from building to building. Your arms were gripping him, very, very tightly. Once the initial shock faded away, you were smiling at Peter as he slowly took you higher and higher off the ground. The cold wind was whipping your hair back, giving you this rush of adrenaline. Peter shot a web at a building, swinging you both up in the air. The next one hit a spire of a different building across the street and he swung around it, you secure in his arm, and making a soft landing on top of the building. 

“I give you special view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.” He took his free arm and displayed the view to him. 

“Oh my god…” The skyline looked beautiful against the sunset and the lights slowly turning on. “…it’s gorgeous.” You shifted yourself in his arms so that you were facing him, bodies pressed against each other. 

“Just like you.” Peter’s eyes studied every inch of your face, landing on your E/C eyes that he had fallen in love with. You looked towards the ground, trying to conceal your blush. “F/N.” He tilted your chin up, so that your eyes met his. 

“Yes, Peter?” You looked at him with doe eyes, hanging on every single word he had said. 

He paused, a small smile coming to his face. “I love you.” 

You were stunned. He said it. He said it first. He said that he loved you. 

You realized that you were completely silent, seeing that Peter was getting worried. A big smile replaced the shocked look on your face. 

“I love you too.” You let out a little laugh and pulled him down to you. Your lips collided, molding perfectly together. The feeling of his lips against yours made your heart swell. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, watching the sun set behind the horizon. 

Peter swung you across the city back to the tower. He nonchalantly landed on the grounded in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Stark Tower. 

“I’ll come over tomorrow, okay babe?” He smiled down at you, holding your hand. 

“Okay.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You watched him fade into the crowd and then round a corner. Suddenly, he was swinging around a building. You shook your head and chuckled, walking back into the building. 

You were feeling so giddy. You were spinning around down the halls, humming to yourself. 

From his office, Tony heard you and peered out of the doorway, watching you as you walked down the hall, humming with a little skip in your step. Before he got caught, he sat back down at his deck and smiled to himself. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to him. He got back to work, and muttered to himself. 

“Peter Parker, you better take of my girl.”

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Third guy from the left

Originally posted by safejimin

Pairing: Jin x Reader
Genre: Fluff, shameless fluff
Word Count: 1224
Summary: It can be difficult to keep your confidence soaring while dating a top visual. Luckily, confidence master Kim Seokjin has got you covered.
A/N: Not a request, I’m just Seokjin trash. Congratulations to BTS for winning the Billboard Top Social Artist Award! 😘

“Welcome back, winner!” you exclaimed when you opened the door of your apartment to let Jin inside, squealing when he picked you up and spun you around, raining kisses upon your face.

He paused to give you a longer, deeper kiss, then said. “Hello, jagi.”

“Congratulations.” Your eyes wandered to his plump lips and you were tempted to give him another kiss, but he beat you to it, stealing your breath when he nibbled ever-so-lightly on your bottom lip.

Just as you were wanting more, he slowly set you back on your feet. “Thank you, jagi. Did you miss your Jinnie?”

“Is that your name?” you teased. “I thought you were third guy from the left.”

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This is it. II (S.M)

Description: After his European tour Shawn traveled North America not failing to sell out every show. He was finally coming home, and his parents invited y/n to a welcoming home party. She doesn’t know if she should go or not, but when she makes her decision she wonders if it’ll be any good.

I’ve decided to make this a little series. I don’t know how long I want to make it. It could be only three parts or it could be ten. Hope you enjoyed. (: please send feedback!!

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Dance For Me


Request: Can you do one where Shawn comes all the way from tour for you birthday and tells you that you are going to go on tour with him as his personal dancer ? Xx

Word Count: 1,813

A/N: I really hope you like this. 

Dance For Me

“That was so sick, for real tho!” Your friend said, giving you a high five.

“We killed it!” You said, clapping your hands.

You had been working on this choreography for so long, without getting it right, it had actually started to annoy you, but this time, this time, you both killed it.

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Unhealthy Obsession

Characters: Darkiplier x Reader hint of Markiplier x one sided!reader

Summary/prompt: Based off my imagine here.

Warnings: None…I think lol A teeny tiny glimpse of Dark’s anger

Notes: Here’s part 3! Another Alter Ego shows up, I hope I wrote him okayish haha. 

Originally posted by markired

Throughout the tour that Dark is giving you, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on back at home. You hoped Amy explained everything to Mark, and you could only hope your friend doesn’t try anything to ruin that little deal you made with Dark. A part of you hopes that he goes on about his life and forgets you - but then, another part of you prays that maybe, he will save you.

You don’t know how he’d be able to, so that kind of deflates the little bit of hope you have. 

It was fun meeting with the other Alters though, they all recognized you so that was a plus.  There were four others you have yet to see, and it made you wonder just where they were at. 

And then you saw one of them. Shirt blue with the glowing, large ‘G” on it with his hair parted similar to Dark and of course, Mark. When he’s eyes met your own, his eyes narrowed just a bit before he walked up to you and Dark. 

“Y/N, You shouldn’t be allowed here. From my knowledge, you shouldn’t be able to stay physically in this world for another 168 hours.”

Your eyes go wide. “What?”


Dark said in a warning tone, eyes zeroing in on Google IRL. Google fell silent, looking between your worried and frighten expression and Dark’s slightly threatening and intimidating one. 

“I apologize, Y/N. It seems that that information is… wrong.” Google gives a small nod, turned on his heel and walks away. 

Wrong…? For as long as you’ve known Google IRL, whenever he was out he was not usually wrong. Actually, he’s never gotten anything wrong. So since when what he says was wrong information? 

You clearly remember Google being upgraded.

You look towards Dark. 

“What did he mean by that?”

Dark ignores you, saying “Let’s continue” instead of answering you. He walks past you to be in front and leads you back down a familiar white hall. This whole place if filled with white halls with doors that lead to many different rooms. 

“Hey, Dark!” You quickly catch up to him. “What did he mean by that?” Again he goes on ignoring you as if you weren’t there. Your temper starts to build up until finally you force him into a stop by grabbing onto his arm. 

“Tell me!”

He rips his arm out of your grasp, turning on you. It was then, did you remember just who you were dealing with. His calm front began glitching in and out with a much more rage filled version of him and you were starting to regret yelling at him. 

“I don’t need to tell you anything!” 

His rage won this time. 

Dark takes threatening steps towards you, and you take steps back never taking your eyes off of the fuming man before you. He made himself look taller then he really was as he corners you into the wall with nowhere to run.

“If it was true, it won’t change anything. You’re stuck here, with me until I’m tired of you.” Even knowing who was saying these words, it still stung and made your eyes water. Suddenly a look of realization glasses in his dark eyes and a mocking smirk lifts on his lips. 

“Is it because… you thought that maybe, just maybe - you’d get to go home thanks to that?”

Your breathing hitched. Dark saw this.

“Why would you want to go back to a place where your not wanted?” He continues. “Go back to a man that loves another, knowing your feelings for him? He as Amy - Mark will forget you over time.”

His large hand cups your cheek, his thumb wiping a tear from under your eye. It was a soft gesture that you didn’t want from him. You tried to turn your head away, but he held you firmly.

“Here, I can give you anything. More then he, or anyone else can.” The rage in his voice was gone, replaced with such a caring, sweet voice that made your stomach churn. You had to remind yourself that everything he was saying right now was nothing but lies. 

“All you have to do is let me in.”

In response, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to shake your head in a not too subtle ‘No’. Dark let out a low growl then let go of your face roughly. 

“Tour is over, go back to your room.” and he left.

Despite any of the fear you might have felt in that moment, that frustration that got you into that situation returned when he just left you there in a place you were certain to get lost in. 

You stand there in the hallway, and cross your arms over your chest. You were almost tempted to stomp you foot childishly because of the situation. Instead, you turn on your heal and start to walk back the way you came, trying to remember the turns you had taken earlier. 

“Where the hell am I?” You frown, and stop walking after what feels like hours upon hours. Letting out a frustrated groan, your debating on rather trying to call out for Dark since he would be the only one - you think - to know where your ‘room’ is located. 

After making yourself even more lost in this place, you give in. With a deep breath, you call out, in a hesitant tone,


You try again.

“Listen, Dark. I don’t know where to go. Can you…”You didn not want to ask him for help - you refuse to say the words. “Can you just…damnit, Dark!”

“Only if you say… please.”

With a startled jump, you spin around too see Dark standing a bit too close for comfort. Your E/C lock with his black ones and your heart is sent into over drive when he moved closer. You don’t get the chance to try and step away because he already has you trapped in his arms. 

“Hey - let me go!” You struggle, only to get squeezed a little tighter. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. 

“All you have to do, is say please.” One of his hands flat out on your lower back, pressing you into him while his other one kept around your waist firmly. Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You just wanted to hide in your room, how’d you get in this mess? Your hands get the chance to move and press against his chest, but he didn’t budge. Dark moved his head down until you felt his breath on your neck and a spike of fear rushed you. 

At least, you hoped it was fear. 

“Go on.”

Why did he want to hear it so bad? Is this one of his ways of messing with you? If so, you hate it.  A sound escaped your throat and you didn’t know if it was in frustration at him or because of the feel of something wet sliding up your neck,

Was he licking you!?


“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He was smirking by now, you can hear it in his voice. You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, though you didn’t have enough courage just yet to do that. 

Let alone at this moment. 

“Please!” You all but yell, then push against his chest this time successfully separating you from him. You put as much space between the two of you as you can. 

Dark chuckled. 

“Sure thing, no need to beg.”

“Ugh!” This time you really did stomp your foot. You turn around, not facing him with your arms crossed once again.“You really are a piece of work.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the feel of him being much to close to you again, his breath ghosting you ear as he spoke.

“Baby, you have no idea.”

Batboys & Teacher Reader HCs

Requested by anon: “I know that you’ve probably had a lot of requests,  but can a get a hc for all the bat boys (you don’t have to do all of them)  where the reader is a teacher?  Tysm!  I love your blog! - 🦄“

A/N: OF COURSE YOU CAN!! I hope you love it.

Tim Drake


Damian (I made this like he’s the student because he’s young):

  • He’s a good student. Does his homework, respectful in class, the average good kid.
  • Though you often have had to extinguish some situations that might have led to a fight. 
  • Damian seems to listen to you over every other teacher in the school.
  • “Damian, who threw the first punch”
  • “Miss/Mr [L/n] he had it coming”
  • “Who did it?”
  • “Me”
  • You know he’s a good kid and try to help him release his emotions in another way.
  • Getting him into art and even helping him talk Bruce into allowing him a pet.
  • Easily his favorite teacher and he always likes to talk about what he learned in your class.
  • His brothers tease by claiming he has a crush on you. Making a quite flustered Damian.


  • First meeting him when he came to pick up Lian for Roy one day. 
  • Lian insists on you meeting her Uncle Jay.
  • When she pulls you over to him you immediately think ‘Shit. Uncle Jay’s hot’
  • “Uncle Jay! This is my favorite teacher Miss/Mr [L/n]!”
  • Unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking the same thing you had. 
  • He lets Lian play on the playground and chats you up.
  • Him being a major flirt
  • Not that you aren’t doing it back.
  • Accepting an offer to get coffee within seconds of his asking.
  • “So, would you like to get a coffee sometime?”
  • “Yes! Um I mean, yeah sure sounds fun”
  • Lian celebrating when she heard this.
  • Turns out her and Roy had this in the works for a while.


  • End up meeting when you’re taking your class on a field trip to the police station. 
  • Him and his partner are the ones to give you the tour and show the kids their police cars.
  • His partner is leading the tour as you and him just end up chatting while following the group.
  • He thinks it’s endearing when a few of the kids hide behind you when meeting the police dog.
  • Watching as you calm them down and coax them to greet the dog.
  • It ends in them falling in love with the dog.
  • The students begin to wonder if you like Officer Grayson.
  • Tiny plots to get you together form. 
  • “Miss/Mr [L/n] do you like Officer Grayson?”
  • “Of course I do, he’s really nice isn’t he?”
  • “No not that kind of like. Do you like like him?”
  • Both of you are blushing as his partner is laughing.
  • The trip ends in an invitation to coffee of which you accept.
  • Your students were watching from the bus windows and are excited.

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2.190

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Description: Jungkook is worried about you not missing him while he is on tour but doesn’t want to directly approach the issue. A little bird tells you how Jungkook is feeling which leads you to make a plan to show how much you really miss him.

Jungkook’s POV:

Jungkook was scrolling through his phone, more specifically through your Instagram, looking at the photos you had posted last time he had been on tour. You always looked so happy when you were out with your friends. Did you look that happy when you were with him?

Jungkook shook his head to try and rid the creeping insecurities from his brain. Of course you looked happy with him. But did you miss him when he was gone? It didn’t look like it. You were always having so much fun with your friends when he was away. Well, he guessed it was good that you didn’t miss him too much when he gone; that would hurt. But it wouldn’t hurt for you to miss him just a little bit like he missed you. The door creaked open as you stepped into the bedroom, setting your bag by the door. You smiled brilliantly at Jungkook and he internally groaned. Why was he so in love with you? He knew that smile was going to be on his mind all throughout the tour.

“Hi Kookie,” you greeted, walking over to meet him on the bed. “What are you up to?” Jungkook hurriedly locked his phone and looked up at you, trying to control his face to not show you his panic.

“Oh nothing, just browsing,” he replied, his voice unsure as he watched you sit down next to him. You seemed to accept his answer though as you laughed a little. You reached forward and combed your fingers through his hair, sending tingles down Jungkook’s neck as your fingertips glided across his scalp, encouraging him to shut his eyes to absorb the pleasant sensation and relax his body. His right hand searched for your free hand, rubbing calm circles into the warm skin after finding it.

“I’m leaving for the tour tomorrow,” he brought up, trying to be casual about breaching the topic. He couldn’t shake the insecure feelings he had about leaving you again.

“I know! Aren’t you excited?” you asked. Jungkook felt his heart clench at your tone, you sounded like you were excited for him to be gone. He opened his eyes and searched your bright face. You looked like the words you had said were sincere. Were you seriously that excited to have him away from you? Why were you even here if you couldn’t wait for him to leave already?

“Excited?” he repeated. You smiled and nodded.

“Yeah! If I were you, I would be so excited,” you explained, removing your hand from Jungkook’s head and hand to gesture excitedly. “You will be performing for Army’s all over the world and you get to bask in their love! Most importantly you will be traveling the world, Jungkook. You seriously will have the time of your life!”

“But I’m going to miss you,” he complained trying to grab your hand again. You waved his hand away dismissively.

“Oh Jungkook, don’t even think about missing me! You can text and call me when you have time. If the time difference is too much for that, just forget about me and enjoy yourself!” you encouraged. Jungkook felt his stomach drop. Forget about you? Is that what you did to him when he wasn’t able to get a hold of you? He refused to give up on this and pushed you further.

“What are you going to do while I’m gone though?” he asked, his voice growing steelier. You shrugged in response, the smile not dropping from your face.

“What I usually do, hang out with my friends,” you said to reassure the worried looking boy. Jungkook fell silent. His eyebrows were furrowed in hurt at your perceived lack of care for his absence. You let your smile drop as you had failed to comfort him.

“Kookie?” you asked, concern lacing your voice. His hard eyes landed on you, making you hold your breath.

“Yeah, I bet you will have so much fun while I’m gone working my ass off, huh?” Jungkook growled through his teeth. His insecurities had gotten to him and he was jealous of your friends getting to spend time with you. You opened your mouth to respond but Jungkook cut you off.

“Y/n, I need to get some sleep. I have work. You should leave,” he mumbled, not looking you in the eye.

“Kookie…” you whispered, reaching to comb your fingers through his hair again to calm him, but he gently pushed your hand away.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” he demanded. “I’m a working man and I need to sleep for the busy schedule coming up. So please. Leave.” Slowly you got up off the bed and leaned over to kiss the smooth skin of his forehead.

“Good night Jungkook,” you whispered. “I hope you have a wonderful trip. I love you.” Butterflies fluttered in Jungkook’s stomach. You went to pull away from him only to be pulled back for a quick peck on the lips.

“Love you too,” he mumbled, the anger still burning deep within him but the love of you peeking through to say his goodbyes. You left his room, leaving Jungkook to drop his head into his hands and think about how much he was going to miss you and how little you were going to miss him.

Your POV:

The next morning, you sent a good morning text to Jungkook, knowing he would be on his way to the tour. Your heart ached when he had been describing how he would miss you despite the amazing opportunity he was given. You tried to make him worry less by pretending you were strong enough to be okay on your own.

Yesterday seemed strange though. The more you put on your tough act, the more upset he got. You wondered why. Maybe he just really wants to spend time with you. Or maybe he is just nervous about the tour since they have gotten so much more popular. Either way, you are sure he will have a great time with his members. His happiness means so much to you that you sacrifice your own to make him happy.

You also have to be social to show him you are not helpless without him. That’s why you had plans a few times a week with a few good buddies of yours.

“I hope once he sees the pictures of me having a good time he will feel happy too,” you mutter, looking at the time stamp on your good morning text to see if it had been read yet.

What? He had looked at it 3 minutes ago but didn’t say good morning back? Even despite the time zone differences you two had never missed a morning text to each other. You tried to calm your thoughts. Maybe he was just running out the door and managed to open the text but he couldn’t reply. Yeah that was probably it, you reassured yourself.

Figuring there was no use in worrying over the small details, you grabbed your keys and headed out the door in search of groceries.

2 weeks later:

Your phone buzzed, shocking you from your half asleep state. Blurry shapes filled your vision as you searched to find your phone. Groggily, your fingers gripped onto the edges of your phone, pulling it close to your face to see a message from Jimin. Sleep faded instantly from your mind, worried that something had happened to Jungkook. You unlocked your phone to view the whole message.

Jimin: Hey, I know it’s late back home but can you talk?

You: Of course. What’s up?

Jimin: Did you and Kookie fight?

You: I don’t think so? He was acting strange the night before he left, though. Is he ok?

Jimin: He really misses you Y/N… And he doesn’t think you miss him…

You: What?! How could he think that? I miss him so much it hurts

Jimin: I know. You too love each other so much it’s gross. So just prove you miss him somehow. He thinks that you having fun and going out when he is gone is a sign you are happier without him in your life.

You: Thanks Jimin

Jimin: Of course. Just do something about it so we don’t have a sulking baby on our hands for the next tour.

You set your phone back down, wide awake with a thousand different plans on how to prove your love to Jungkook running through your mind. A smile crept up on your face as the perfect plan sprouted in your mind. Feet escaping the warm cove of your blanket, you ran to grab a pen and paper to jot down your plan. If this didn’t prove it to him, nothing would.

3 days later 

You were all set, one of Jungkook’s endless large white t-shirts slung over your body, with sleep shorts underneath. Pillows littered your couch, representing the run around your house finding every single pillow you kept in your apartment. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was Jimin letting you know that Jungkook was on his way over. You carefully settled yourself into the mountain of pillows, pulling the pillow which you had dressed in Jungkook’s clothes with a big picture of derp Jungkook taped at the top against yourself.

You worked on slowing your breathing so that you looked like you were asleep even though you were super excited to show your boyfriend he had nothing to be worried about. He would never question if you missed him or not again.

The sound of the key turning in your lock sent your heart racing. You relaxed your body even more, if that was possible. The door squeaked open, and the soft footsteps of Jungkook were the only sound to occupy your apartment.

“Y/n?” he called softly, shutting the door behind him. You pretended not to hear him, staying in your ‘sleeping’ position. His footsteps led him into the living room on his way to your bedroom. Jungkook seemed to notice the copious amounts of pillows on the couch and turned to investigate.

“Y/n?” he called out once more. You shifted around on the couch, pretending to wake up to your boyfriends calls.

“Kookie?” you responded, sitting up, knocking a few pillows down in the process. The lights turned on and Jungkook stared in shock at the sight in front of him. You held back a smirk at the sight of his wide eyes and dropped jaw. He was staring straight at your Jungkook pillow.

“Oh, this?” you asked, picking up the dressed pillow and cuddling it. “This is Shookie. He is here to help me explain how much I really miss you when you’re gone.” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed.

“How much you miss me?” he repeated. You nodded, resting your head on top of Shookie.

“A little bird told me that you thought I didn’t miss you on tour because I went out with friends,” you explained, watching as Jungkook’s expression changed from confused to a slightly angry look.

“Jimin told you, didn’t he? God, he can’t keep his mouth shut can he?” Jungkook said angrily. You chuckled, setting Shookie aside to walk over to Jungkook. He watched you approach with gentle eyes.

“When you leave, I miss you so, so much Kook. I just don’t want you to worry about me being alone, so I went out with people so that you would know I am okay,” you explain, your hand gently stroking his arm.

“So you aren’t happier when I’m gone?” he whispered. You shook your head. Jungkook’s arms whipped around your body and pulled you to his chest, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. He heaved out a huge sigh of relief, tickling the small hairs at the back of your neck.

“I’m so stupid. I should’ve seen through your plan to show me you were okay by yourself for a while. I was just too worried you weren’t happy with me,” he whispered.

“You are stupid, but you are my stupid Kook who I wouldn’t exchange for anyone,” you whispered back. You pushed yourself out of his grasp, grabbing his hand to bring him to the bedroom to sleep. On your way, you grabbed your fluffiest pillows, including Shookie. You were admiring your handiwork on the pillow when it got ripped from your hands.

“No more Shookie. You have your Kookie back,” Jungkook said, ripping his derp face off the pillow. Your jaw dropped in shock. You stared at your boyfriend in amusement.

“I can’t believe you killed him,” you mumbled. Jungkook let out a sharp laugh, his bunny teeth appearing. He dragged you to your bedroom, immediately getting settled for bed.

“I can’t believe you still want Shookie around when you have the real deal here,” he said pulling you down to join him.

“You are lucky I love you, bun,” you teased, relaxing into his grip. “I’m happy you’re back.”

“I’m happy you’re happy. Good night Y/n. I love you,” Jungkook replied, the two of you drifting off into a comfortable sleep.

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Amusement Parks & Sunburns

request: Hey! I love your blog so much, ur an amazing writer! <3 I was wondering if u could write an imagine around the line ‘I’m sorry baby’, if it’s not too much trouble 💗💗

a/n: so that line isn’t in until the very bottom, but it’s still there. also feedback is super good!! ps i literally couldn’t think of a good title

You were on tour with Shawn for the summer, and since he had day off from travelling and playing shows, the team thought it would be fun to go to the amusement park that was close to the venue. “There’s a waterpark next door!” Shawn said, smiling like a little kid on Christmas.

You laughed, tossing him the black swim trunks he packed. “Wanna get wet?” You asked, and Shawn choked. Laughing, you went to change into your bikini. You threw on a white shirt, and a cute pair of shorts, before slipping on your sandals.

When you guys got to the amusement park, most of the team went to the water park first, but you, Shawn, Geoff, and Andrew all walked over to the amusement park’s line. “Babe, did you put sunscreen on?” You asked, knowing Shawn was prone to forgetting.


You rolled your eyes, an once everyone was through the gates, you grabbed the small spray sunscreen you had, and sprayed Shawn’s arm, causing him to yelp. “Babe! That was cold!” He said, grabbing the sunscreen. He applied the sunscreen, and handed the metal canister back to you, and you stuffed it in the drawstring bag you had brought.

“What do you want to do first?” You asked, lacing your hand with your boyfriend’s.  

“That.” Geoff pointed to a roller coaster that had a nearly vertical drop, and you felt your stomach flip.

“Um, I’ll stick this one out.” You said, and Shawn looked at you.

“I’ll stay with her, why don’t you do it, Geoff?” He asked, and the man waltzed right up to the line, and Andrew stood next to Shawn, not a fan of heights either.

“Ooh, let’s go on the Italian swings!” You pulled Shawn’s arm towards the ride, and he just went along with it, yelping out when his arm touched the already-hot metal rod that kept you in the seat.

After a few hours, a few other people from Shawn’s team joined up with you four, and Dave was posing with Shawn in front of one of those boards where you stick your head through. You snapped a few photos for blackmail, and took a swig of the water you got. “Hey, anyone know where  a good place for lunch is?” Mike asked, fixing the baseball cap he had on.

“I saw a buffet-style place over there.” You pointed towards the area without any big coasters, and everyone started to migrate that way. You found Shawn’s hand again, and the two of you talked about going to the waterpark after lunch.

The lunch buffet was pretty busy, but eventually everyone got food, and Shawn paid for your lunch, as well as his. “Babe, I’m gonna end up finishing it, so don’t even complain. Plus, we’ve been dating for three years, you should be used to this.” He said, carrying the tray to the table Geoff had claimed. You couldn’t argue that fact, since Shawn was always up for some food.

After eating, you went to the bathroom and tied your hair into a bun, and applied some more sunscreen. You usually burned pretty easily, so you made sure to not miss any spots. Stepping out of the bathroom, you saw Shawn was talking to a few fans, and you poked him in the side. “Hey, how are you guys?” You asked, smiling at them.

Once they left, you and Shawn made your way to the lockers, and paid for one. He took off his shirt, and you did the same, leaving you two in the swimsuits you put on earlier. Locking the locker, you two walked over to the waterslide where two people could race each other. “You’re going down, Mendes.” You said, sticking your tongue out at him.

You two went down the slides, and when you popped up from the pool, you saw Shawn doing the same. “It was pretty much a tie.” Andrew said, and you jumped, since you didn’t know he was in the pool. “Did I scare ya?” He asked, laughing.

You waded to the edge of the pool, and got out. Shawn followed, and you smirked when you saw his arms as he got out of the pool. “Like whatcha see?” He asked, taking your hand.

“It’s ok.” You joked, kissing his bicep. You two just meandered for a little, and you saw the entrance to a very populated lazy river. You lead Shawn to the entrance, and grabbed a two-person inner tube, and Shawn jumped on. You followed hia action, and he pushed off of the wall to get moving. “Today was fun.” You said, yawning.

Shawn looked at you, and smiled. “It was pretty great.” He reached over and took your hand, and you two just floated along the river, until Geoff swam by, splashing you two.

Back at the hotel, you collapsed on the bed, exhausted. “Um, baby, did you put sunscreen on your back?” Shawn asked, biting his lip.

“Yeah, why?” You asked.

Shawn pressed his finger between your shoulder blades, and you whimpered. “I’m sorry baby, I think you got burned.”

Your shoulders fell, you really thought you made it out without a burn. “Dammit.” You walked into the bathroom and spun so you could see your back, and you were relieved to see it wasn’t a super bad burn, but it was pink. “Shawn? Can you rub aloe onto my back?” You grabbed the green bottle, and walked back into the room.

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled, and you lied on the bed, while Shawn massaged aloe into your back, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

a/n: so anyway i went to virginia last summer aka all i did was go to busch gardens and water country usa so like. also i never knew how nice water shoes can be at a waterpark. 10/10 would say to buy them.

For everyone who cannot attend Harry’s shows because they cannot afford to or any other reasons, it’s alriiiight. He’s just beginning.

There’s going to be plenty more opportunities to see him, I assure you. His fanbase is just gonna get broader, and he’s gonna find more ways to make sure he connects with his fans everywhere, soon.

This is just the beginning of Solo Harry, a whole new era for him and us, and as you can see how much he missed touring and how fast he’s back on, he’ll definitely do more of it.

For now, let’s focus on all the wonderful content (stage harry, amazing outfits, live songs, probably song covers!!) we’re gonna get from him, and how happy he’d be!! He’s finally doing it, and all of us are here to experience it ❤