last night's shirt

cutesimmer23  asked:

Ok ,soo let's start . WCIF shirt from the blondie from the Love me down Revamp hair, shirt from the brunette girl from the Private Show Pony Revamp and the shirt from the red hair girl from the same post , and ( yeah i want too many ) and the shirt from the red hair girl from the Rebecca hairs post . Hope you have a great day!!

HERE // HERE // HERE // HERE(deleted the file, & it isn’t on Lana sweater tags page 1-10 lmao)

anonymous asked:

i have a pynch prompt!!!! the first time they act all coupley in front of the gangsey and everyone’s reactions :)

Okay this is a short one because I have to go to work in an hour, but I hope you like it anyways :) ♥ 

prompt me, guys! it’s the weekend! 


Ronan and Adam aren’t the kind of couple who hold hands or are into PDA. The most they do is call each other nicknames which are borderline insults. They even still call each other by their last names more often than not, a fact that makes Gansey shake his heads and roll his eyes. 

“Everyone calls you by your last name as well.”, Blue will say, and Gansey will huff and reply that that’s an entirely different matter.

Ronan and Adam aren’t the most cutesy and lovey-dovey couple. So, when the following happens, Gansey, Blue and Henry freeze in their spots. 

It’s a morning at Monmouth, after a movie/party/drinking night, and everyone is a little rumpled. Adam, back home from college for the weekend, sits on the couch, feet curled under, thousand yard stare in his eyes and mug of coffee in his hands. Blue is curled into a ball on the other end of the couch, Henry is lounging in Gansey’s bed still, legs sticking out from under the covers (for some reason he only wears one sock), Gansey is in the kitchen-bathroom, retrieving his third cup of coffee in hopes that it will help with his hangover while Ronan is in his old room, apparently changing into a fresh set of clothes because he spilled beer on his muscle shirt last night. 

When he comes out, he slams the door just a little bit, very atypical for Ronan “slams everything” Lynch. Even his headache must be bad enough. Which is no miracle since he may have drunken a whole bottle of schnaps by himself last night.

“Morning.”, Gansey greets from the doorway of the kitchen, trying his best to smile at Ronan. His temple stings when he does. 

Ronan just grunts, walks over to the couch, and then throws himself at Adam. Adam does not seem surprised at all about this, uncurling his legs, opening his arms so Ronan can snuggle against him. 

There’s a long moment of silence in which Henry, Blue and Gansey just stare, eyes wide in surprise. 

Then Blue murmurs: “Holy shit.”, Gansey’s smile makes a reappearance, this time more beaming (stinging pain be damned- this sight is worth it) and Henry just whispers “Be still, my beating heart.” 

“Fuck the shut up.”, Ronan growls. Adam snorts. 

“That was intentional.”, Ronan grumbles, even though it clearly was not. 

Gansey exchanges a long glance with Blue, and then with Henry, before he beams at Adam who meets his eyes and gives him the smallest lopsided grin. 

Gansey sighs into his coffee, still smiling. The morning is a little better now. 

Are You Two Dating Now?

“Love? Can you grab the plates?” Joe calls out, glancing up from the food he’s cooking.

“Yup.” Y/N closes her computer, jumping up from the couch, she crosses the floor, her hand sliding along Joe’s back as she passes him, reaching for the plates. “Smells delicious.”

“We went Italian tonight!” He replies proudly, smiling over his shoulder at her.

“Always wanted to go to Italy,” She sighs, pausing briefly, plates in hand.

“I’ll take you one day.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sugg.”

“Me? Never.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulls her to his side, placing a kiss on her temple. “This is one I will keep. I’ll get you to Italy, Y/N. Just you wait.”

“Mhm, sure.” She rolls her eyes, placing the plates on the counter. “Can we eat now?”

“Just have to dish it out. Go take a seat.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asks, sitting at the work top on the other side, “I have an amazing best friend who cooks me delicious food and promises a trip to Italy.”

“I know, I’m pretty amazing.” Joe answers, winking at her as he places a plate of food in front of her. “Enjoy!”


The little moments between them were so normal now, that they never paid attention to them.

Of course, the boys had noticed, wondering why the two best friends acted like a couple without actually dating, but Y/N and Joe just shrugged and said it was who they were.

How they acted with each other was just who they were, it felt right for them. They never considered that they might have real feelings, they were just part of each other’s lives, and it was left at that.


“You ready for bed?” Joe asks a couple hours later, looking down at Y/N, who’s practically asleep on his lap.

“Hmm, think so.” She mumbles, yawning lightly. “Unless you wanna finish the movie?”

“The movie will be there tomorrow, love. Let’s go to bed.”

Nodding, she sits up, stretching. “Your couch is too comfy. And so are you.”

“My beds much comfier though,” He tells her, holding out a hand to help her up.

“I know. I always sleep better in it than my own,” Y/N laughs leaning against him as he leads her up to his room.

Once they’re in the bedroom, she walks over to Joe’s closet, grabbing a random shirt before stripping out of her own clothes, slipping it over her head a moment later.

“Here,” He’s waiting for her outside of the closet, a warm facecloth in his hand, and she takes it with a smile, beginning to wipe the make up off of her face.

“Oh shit,” Joe curses softly, pausing in his movements of pulling the blankets back on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to send an email. It’s pretty important, too.”

“Then go do it, and then come to bed.” Y/N tells him, walking over to wrap her arms around him, looking up at him. “You won’t relax until you do it.”

“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly down at her, one hand reaching up to brush the hair out of her face, “I know you were all ready for bed.”

“It’s fine.” Lifting up, she places a simple kiss on his lips, “Go write your email. I’ll be here when you’re back.”

“Thanks, love.”

Neither think of the kiss that just occurred, another moment that just felt right for them.

And when Joe slips into bed beside her a short while later, he pulls her close, kissing her forehead softly.

“Night.” She mutters sleepily.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”


And when he kisses her good morning, they don’t think anything of it either.

The shift in their relationship simply happened, and both accept it without saying anything.

“The boys are coming over for brunch,” Joe tells her, his fingers running along her arm.

“Then we should probably get up and get dressed.”

“Probably.”

Yet they remain cuddled up in bed for a while longer, only dragging themselves out when Jack texts them to say that he and Josh will be there in ten minutes.

Y/N tosses her hair into a messy bun before pulling on her pants from last night, leaving Joe’s shirt on. He smiles over at her when she appears downstairs, commenting how nice she looks in his stuff.

“I should steal it more often.” She teases before going to answer the door as the boys arrive.


By now, the boys were used to the two acting like a couple, even if they didn’t really understand the relationship between the two, so no one batted an eye when they saw her wearing his shirt, or when Joe’s eyes followed her around the room.

And even when she wrapped her arms around him from behind, leaning against him while she chatted casually with Jack, the boys just took it in stride.

It wasn’t until they were cleaning up from brunch that the boys grew confused.

“You don’t have to do that, love.” Joe says to Y/N, trying to pull her away from the sink where she’s doing dishes.

“It needs to be done,” She laughs, flicking bubbles at him.

“Make one of them do it, then.” He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Do you not want clean dishes?” She asks, her arms moving up to around his neck.

“Hmm, fair point.” Joe answers, leaning down to kiss her gently. “At least let me help?”

“Fine, you can dry.” Y/N tells him, lifting up to kiss him once more before she turns back to the sink.


The group of boys all stare over at them in shock and confusion, exchanging glances.

“Okay, what the fuck?” Caspar finally says, drawing the attention of the couple who aren’t a couple.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asks, taking the plate from Y/N, drying it.

“When did…that happen?” Conor asks, gesturing between the two.

“When did what happen?” Y/N glances over at Joe, but he shrugs, placing the plate onto the counter.

“You two just kissed.” Jack tells them, “I mean, we get you two are touchy and she wears your clothes and stays the night…but, you kissed.”

“Well, at least we know Jack can see.” Joe laughed, “But what’s the problem?”

“Are you two dating now?” Josh asks them, glancing between the two.

Y/N and Joe share a look, a silent conversation happening between them before she smiles, placing a soapy hand on his cheek as she reaches up to kiss him again.

“Suppose we are.”

“Guess so.” Joe shrugs, smiling fondly down at her.

“You two are so bloody confusing…” Oli mumbles, shaking his head.

Yet to Y/N and Joe, it all makes perfect sense.

Because it’s just who they are.

anonymous asked:

how do you feel about dan howell wearing your merch in his most recent video with phil on their joint gaming channel?

like, splendid. he 100% didn’t have to do that. very sweet boy. i…i sold a lot of shirts last night. lol

I dreamt of you last night. Plain green t-shirt in a secluded cafe is the only thing i can remember about it. People say if you didn’t make a mental effort to remember about your dream in the first five minutes, you won’t be able to remember it at all throughout the day. Instead, I made a mental effort not to remember the dream because it will suffocate me when I’m in the kitchen making tea four hours after i leave the bed and leave me feeling sad for the entire day. But from how morose i was upon waking up, i know that it’s a good dream.


I hate it, though, how my conscience betrayed me by inviting you in during my sleep when i started wars with my mind trying to keep you out during my awake.


She told me that vulnerability scares her so much. She tried to let people in but a small sign of being let down can make her shut the door tight again. I told her i will be the most vulnerable person she knows by the way i begged him to forgive me for misconstructing my words when i told him about how I’ve been talking to the girl he liked. Even though vulnerability used to scare me too but I’m way past that. Even though Sarah told me she can’t let him in because it felt like giving the bullets for his gun, ready to shoot her dead.


Do you remember that day in the car? you asked me for my playlist so that you can download it on your phone. You already know that it’s not exactly my most favourite song but if Make You Feel My Love is playing i’m not allowed to skip it to the next song, and you know that I am capable of rapping to Nicki Minaj’s verses in Monster and that i know word by word of Mehndi Laga Ke Rakhna from DDLJ.


But what i didn’t tell you is that i went home that day and listened to the whole album from Jadal and Akheer Zapheers just so i can take a peek inside your mind because people said the closest you can get to know someone is to listen to the songs they gave you.

—  aweglemoo 

AU where Keith and Mothman are best bros and have weekly sleepovers where they braid each others hair and gossip

girls can get bees???

Best Friends | 05

previous

Warnings: Smut, Mentions of weed 

Genre: Best Friends AU, College AU

Word Count: 5298

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

“So he asked for your number?”

I nod at Bridgette who’s sitting across from me, at our kitchen table. I sip on my coffee. As soon as I got home, I took a shower then changed into comfortable clothes, then for once Bridgette was up before noon. We sat down and I explained the story to her.

After I had sex with Harry, his name I found out after, we laid in his bed for a while. We had some conversation then I decided to get up and get dressed. It was around two in the morning. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I was getting out of his way. He told me I was never in his way and to get back into bed. I put on his shirt then laid next to him again. We went to bed and woke up around nine. I got re-dressed and he walked me out of his apartment, luckily he lived alone. He told me he wasn’t really that into one night stands with girls he doesn’t find annoying, so he asked for my number. And I gave it to him.

“Wow. So he actually doesn’t just want sex? Maybe you should go with him and dump that dumb-ass deal with Jungkook.” Bridgette states with a shrug as she starts to drink her coffee.

I roll my eyes and down the rest of my coffee. “Well, I’m going to go sleep now.” I say getting up and putting my cup in the sink.

I go into my room and lay down in my bed. I cuddle up into the pillows and blankets and close my eyes.

~

I wake up when I feel someone wrap their arms around my waist. I feel them kiss my shoulder and lay their head back into the pillow and breath out, their breath fanning the back of my neck. I squirm a bit but cuddle back into the broad chest and get comfortable. 

As soon as I start to fall asleep again, I realize. 

Who the fuck is behind me?

I quickly sit up and turn around to see Jungkook laying down, looking up at me with wide eyes. 

“What?” He asks as he rubs his eyes and leans onto his elbow. He’s dressed in the clothes he was in last night. The same black shirt and black jeans and black boots, now adorned with a black bomber jacket. 

“When did you get here?” I fix my position so i’m facing him.

He leans back into the bed as he replies. “ About ten minutes ago. Surprised it took you so long to wake up. You’re usually a light sleeper.”

“I’m just really tired.” I mumble and fix the pillow I was laying on.

He grabs that arm and pulls me towards him. My head lays on his chest and his arm circles around my back, his fingers slowly working up and down my back. “So let’s cuddle and sleep.” 

Something we used to do was cuddle, but now it just feels different. 

I snicker at his response, but nevertheless get comfortable anyway. I lay my hand on his stomach and he brings his other hand to lay under his head. I breathe in and am immediately filled with the scent of odd smell of perfume. Obviously from one of the girls he hooked up with last night. It smells like the ‘old lady’ perfume.

“Oh my god.” I sit up and look down at him, leaning on my right arm. “You couldn’t at least change your shirt?” 

He furrows his eyebrows then looks down at his shirt. He pulls his shirt up a bit and sniffs it then tilts his head back in a fit of laughter. He sits up on his elbow and leans his forehead against my shoulder. “The girl I hooked up with last night smelt like a grandma, but she was a pretty good fuc-” 

I shove his head off my shoulder roll my eyes and he falls back onto the bed and laughs again. I shake my head and pull the blanket off of me. “Okay, I’m up.” 

“No no no.” He pulls my arm so I’m laying flat on the bed then moves his body to hover over mine. His arms by my head and his legs on either side of my hips. “Aw is someone jealous?” He mumbles mockingly into my neck. He lays soft kisses on my neck and my collar bones as one of his hands lays down my stomach and moves his hand under my shirt.

His soft fingers run up and down my stomach and he moves his lips to my jaw, open mouth kisses until he reaches my mouth. My hands find their way to his hair and he groans into my mouth. I pull his head back by his hair and look at his face. His lips slightly swollen and eyes staring into mine. 

“And why would I be jealous? Did you see the guy I left with last night?”  I tilt my head to the side in mock confusion and smile. 

He leans back and rest his weight on his elbows and furrows his eyebrows at me. “Yeah I saw him. And why did you leave with him?” 

“And why wouldn’t I?” 

He tilts his head to the side and leans on one arm. “Well, because last time I checked, you weren’t into the whole one night stand type of thing.”        

I shrug and smile tightly. “He was cute. Is cute. And I saw him and he saw me and I don’t know. He’s cute and wanted to bang, so I let him.” I shrug again. 

He scrunches his face up and shakes his head. He leans down a bit and kisses my collar bones then looks back at me through is hair. “Don’t ever say it like that again, babygirl.” 

“And why not?” I let out a breathy laugh. I move my legs so they’re bent at the knee and his hips push down into mine. He groans and his head falls into my neck. I let out a sigh when he kisses me neck, leaning my head to the side to give him more access. I grind up into him again, feeling his bulge against my heat, through my sweats and his jeans. He moans and I lay my head back onto the pillow.  

“Because it sounds weird and I don’t want to think about someone ‘banging’ my best friend.” 

“Fine, he wanted to fuck; and boy did I let him.” 

I let out a gasp when he bites down onto my collar bone and licks and sucks. “No more talking.” He sits up between my legs and grabs my waist. He lifts me up so we’re chest to chest, he proceeds to lift my shirt over my head then dives into my chest, pushing me back into the bed by the force he uses to kiss down the valley of my breasts. I let out a gasp as he take my left breast out and swirls his tongue around my nipple. He sucks and kisses then continues to the next breast. I lift his shirt so his stomach is exposed and run my hands around his torso before he unclips my bra and throws it across the room. I sit up and take off his shirt before I start to kiss his neck and collar bones. He sighs contently as I suck on his skin, sure to leave a few bruises. 

He pushes me softly so I lay down. He leaves open mouth kisses against my stomach before he reaches the hem of my sweatpants. He begins to pull them down but pauses when he notices the large hickey on my hip bone. “Really?” 

“At least he doesn’t smell like a grandpa.” I shrug and bite my lip to hide my laugh when he rolls his eyes. 

He continues to pull my pants down my legs. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?” He throws my sweats on the ground. 

“Probably not.” 

He sighs and leans up to kiss me on the lips quickly. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Hey you’re the one who wanted to start this whole shenanigan.” I flip us over so I’m straddling his hips. His hands resting on my waist.

“Yup, and I don’t regret it. Best Friend.” 

“With Benefits.” I state with a shrug. 

He smirks and pulls me down so our bare chests are together. He kisses me slowly but sloppily and runs his hands down my bare back to my backside and squeezes. His bulge is against my stomach to which I slide my hand in between us. I stroke his member through his jeans, he moans into my mouth. I part from him to straddle his thighs. He breaths heavily as I start to undo his belt and pants and slowly pull down the tight pants. He sighs when I palm him through his boxers. “Stop teasing, babygirl.” 

I giggle as he smiles lightly. I pull down his boxers and he hisses has his manhood slaps against his stomach. He moans as I take him into my hands and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. I take him into my mouth swirling my tongue around and hum at the salty taste. 

His hand finds my hair to get it out of my face, as I bob my head. I swallow around him and swirl my tongue. He moans and holds onto my head tighter. He touches the back of my throat which causes him to moan and his hips buck up, causing me to gag a bit. 

I pull back a bit but don’t take my mouth off of him, still sucking around him. “Fuck, I’m sorry babygirl. I forgot how good your mouth is.” He whispers the last part. “Fuck, I’m so close Y/N.”

I hollow my cheeks and bob my head faster. He twitches in my mouth and a few seconds later, he spurts his load into my mouth. I lick my lips as I sit up and watch as he breathes heavily with his arm over his eyes. I laugh lightly and start to kiss up his stomach and chest. I suck on his pec making sure I leave a bruise and he moves his arm from his face. He cups my face and leads my mouth to his. His other hand grabs the back of my left thigh and moves is so I’m straddling his waist. His hands roam my back side then to the hem of my underwear. He snaps them against my skin causing me to jump. He smirks against my lips and pulls away. “These need to come off” 

I squeal as he quickly flips us over. He takes my nipple into his mouth and plays with the other then quickly switches. He kisses down my stomach then skips to my thighs. I groan when he takes his time kissing down my thighs. He laughs and kisses my womanhood through my underwear. He hums and presses his finger against my clit. “So wet babygirl. Jesus.” 

I moan and grab at his hair. “Jungkookie.” 

He pulls my underwear down my legs and blows against me. My hips buck up but he pushes them down. He puts my legs over his shoulder and lays flat on his stomach against the bed. He wraps his arms around my hips and locks his hands together over my stomach. He licks a stripe on my folds and I grab onto his forearms. His tongue dives into my folds and starts to swirl around my clit. I moan and my nails dig into his arms but he doesn’t mind.

“Kookie.” I moan out as he sucks on my clit. He hums in acknowledgement sending a wave of heat through my body, adding to the pleasure. He licks from my clit to my entrance, swirling his tongue before pushing it in. “Fuck.” I arch my back and grind upward but he pushes me back down  to the bed, fucking me with his tongue. He lays a hand flat on my stomach, pushing my back onto the bed then reaches up to pinch my nipple. My hand runs down the arm that’s tweaking my nipple and hold onto it. I pull him closer to my center by my legs and the vibration of his chuckle has me moaning louder.He starts to suck on my clit again and i arch my back. “I’m so close.”  He squeezes my breast tightly then runs his hand down my stomach, he locks our hands together as my legs start to shake.

“Come for me babygirl.” He mumbles then sucks my fold into his mouth. I moan loudly as I come into his mouth. I breath heavily and squeeze his hand in mine . He laps up my juices then sits up between my legs. He licks his lips, his eyes dark and lips plump. I sit up and rub his chest up until i reach the back of his neck. The way he stares at me makes me nervous and aroused at the same time. He stares down at me with such lust and fondness it scares me, but nonetheless I pull him down for a kiss. He moans into the kiss as our tongues move together.I get onto my knees without breaking the kiss and push him so I’m straddling him once again. I grab a condom from his wallet and roll it onto him. He hisses as I grab his member and align him with my entrance. He grabs my hips and I slowly sink down into him. 

He groans and I roll my head back taking in the feeling. Once I’ve adjusted I begin to bounce my hips. His head falls back onto the pillows and my hands use his chest for support. I move my hips fast his hands helping the motion. 

“Fuck babygirl, always so damn tight.” He moans out as he squeezes my hips. I lean forward and suck on the spot below the hickey he had gotten from the grandma last night. My hips continue their movement when he cups my cheek and leads my mouth to his. He immediately inserts his tongue into my mouth then grabs my ass. He squeezes tightly and sits up, not breaking the kiss. He wraps his arms around my waist, our chests pressed together. “Fuck Y/N, I’m so damn close. Fuck fuck fuck.” 

I feel him twitch inside me and I move faster, clenching around him. His hand leaves my ass and moves to my clit, his fingers circling the nub quickly. I break the kiss to moan, my head falling to his shoulder. He kisses my shoulder before biting and sucking. 

“Ah! Fuck!” He shouts out as he comes undone. I come shortly behind him with a soft “Fuck” and a squeeze of his bicep. My hips move slowly as we ride out our highs, his fingers still moving against my over sensitive nub. 

“Mm, stop.” I whine and push his hand away. He chuckles and moves his hand to wrap around my hip, his other still around my waist. I move my head to look at him. His face sweaty and hair fucked out and messy. His eyes looking at me the same way I’m probably looking at him. He’s studying my fucked out persona. 

He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear then flips us over so he’s on top of me. He pulls out causing me to whine at the sense of loss. He pecks my lips before standing up and putting on his boxers. I stand up and grab my t-shirt and put it on, glad it falls against my thighs then put on my underwear. He puts on his jeans then looks at his phone. “Guess we’re having another party tonight.” He turns around and walks towards me. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. “You’re coming.” He demands then picks up his shirt.

“So demanding.” I roll my eyes. “Who said I even wanted to go to another party?” The thought of watching another girl walk down the stairs behind Jungkook after having sex with him, hickeys all over both of them, aches my heart. 

“I want you to go. You can bring Bridgette if you want, I’m sure she’d love to party.” 

“Why do you even want me to go? I’d probably be a bore anyway.” 

“I want to hang out with you at a party, is that so bad?” 

“Jungkook when was the last time we hung out at a party for more than five minutes?” I sit on the foot of my bed and watch as he puts on the shirt he had been holding.

“We could have last night but you were with Mr. Bang so we couldn’t.” He shrugs and sits down on my desk chair. 

I scoff. “Um no, we could have but you were too busy with blondie and grandma.” I cross my arms over my chest and raise an eyebrow playfully.

He smirks and shakes his head. “Touche.” He stands up after tying his boots. “But I’m serious, can’t a guy just want to hang out with his best friend?” 

“Hanging out at a party with you is just going to lead to sex.” I say and lean back onto my hands as he shrugs on his jacket. 

“Well don’t you want to have sex with me at a party? The exhilaration of someone possibly walking in, the blasting music, come on babygirl.” He smiles widely and sits next to me. 

“Yeah no thanks. I’m not having sex with you after you have sex with like five other girls.” I roll my eyes as smile innocently.

“Okay woah. I do not fuck five girls a night.” He sticks his hand out in a ‘pause’ motion. “And I wouldn’t have sex with other girls when I have had sex with you.” He says sincerely. 

“Were you expecting sex from me last night?” I ask and look at him, my playfulness gone. 

“No.” He states sternly. “At first I didn’t even know you were coming until I walk down the stairs and I saw you head for the kitchen.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I was gonna go say hi but you were busy so I didn’t. But I respect you Y/N. I might have started this ‘deal’ because I’m a horny motherfucker but I wouldn’t disrespect you like that by having sex with other girls the same day as you.” 

“Jungkook it’s fine. We agreed that we can have sex with other people.” I shrug and stand up to pull on my sweats. 

He sighs and stands up. He grabs my arm to turn my around after I pull them on. “Just come tonight? We can hang out outside for all I care and I wont be hooking up with anyone. I just miss hanging out with you, I feel like we haven’t done anything together since Hawaii.” 

I nod with a sigh. “I’ll go.” 

He smiles then kisses my forehead. “I’ll see you later.” 

***

After a shower I put on some pajama shorts and a t-shirt to lounge in the living room. I made myself some tea then sat on the couch, watching Friends. 

I feel bad about this party. But that’s how I felt for every party I’ve gone to. I’m not the type to go to a party every day of the weekend, every weekend of the month. I’d rather stay home than go to a party, and I could easily come up with an excuse to give Jungkook but I already texted Bridgette telling her we’re going. I sigh out and lay down onto the couch, my head resting on the throw pillow. 

 I hear the door start to unlock and turn onto my back just in time to see Bridgette walking in with her purse on her shoulder. 

“Hey.” I mumble. 

“Why so glum chum?” She asks and plops down onto the couch by my feet. She moves my legs so they’re on top of her legs and her arms over. 

“Don’t think I want to go to this party tonight.” I mumble and put my arm on top of my forehead. 

“Jungkook must’ve done a number on you.” She laughs when I glare at her and pats my leg. “ Is that why you don’t want to go? Because of him?”

I sigh and look up at the ceiling. “ I think it’s just best for me not to go to these parties that Jungkook is going to be at. Watching his aftermath as he walks down the stairs with blonde bimbos isn’t good for my head.” I roll back onto my side to dodge her facial expressions. “I think I’m just going to stay home.” 

Bridgette sighs and pats my leg again. “Come on. You’re going, Y/N. You should invite Harry, I’m sure he’d like to hang out again.” 

I sit up and look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that be too soon.” 

“No. He said himself he’s not usually the one night stand type of guy, and if he didn’t want to hang out, he probably wouldn’t have given you his number or said that.” She shrugs and I sigh. 

I end up texting Harry, telling him there’s a party at the same place. He replies telling me he’ll see me there. Bridgette jumps up from the couch in excitement and pulls me along with her, telling me it’s time to get ready. 

She runs the straightener through my hair, making sure it looks good to her liking. Then I get dressed. I get dressed in a black off shoulder crop top with ripped jeans and black boots. I do minimal makeup and get out of my room. 

Bridgette gets out of her room a few minuted later in a maroon t-shirt dress with her Adidas,  with her everyday makeup as well. Her hair down in it’s natural waves. 

We drive there ourselves this time and by the time we get there, the party is in full swing. Everyone is dancing in the space in front of the door. Bridgette grabs my arm and weaves us through the crowd and to the kitchen. When we enter the kitchen there’s no one really in here that we know, except for Jimin who is chatting up some girl in the corner. We walk to the counter and pour ourselves some drinks. 

I sip on my drink as I walk to the doorway of the kitchen looking over the crowd. The crowd big and wild as people grind on each other and make out in the middle of the dance floor. I look around and pause when I see a familiar brown headed tall muscle pig leaning down to whisper into another blonde headed girl, dressed in a tight strapless dress that falls in the middle of her thighs, tight to show all of her curves, her heels making her up to Jungkook’s nose and her hair falling to her waist. Her makeup slightly on the heavier side.  His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and her hand on his broad chest. The chest I left hickies on just a few hours ago.   

“Ladies! My favorite girls! I miss you!” 

An arm wraps around my shoulders and I snap my head away from the scene I wish I didn’t see and look to Jimin who has a bright smile on his face. I smile back and lean into his side, his other occupied by Bridgette. I look around the room again, my eyes subconsciously going to the scene, just in time to see her whisper into his ear, to which he smirks at. She smiles widely then grabs his hand, leading him to a place unknown to me. So much for not sleeping with someone the same day as me or not hooking up with anyone to hang out with me. 

Jimin nudges me and I snap out of my trance, staring at the corner where no one occupies anymore. “You alright?” 

“What? Yeah, I’m fine.” I nod with a smile. He returns it with a knowing look and sympathetic smile. Bridgette doing the same. “Guys, stop.” I roll my eyes and take a gulp out of my drink, ignoring the sting. 

“Do you really think this is safe for you Y/N? I mean for your sanity and heart?” Jimin asks. He doesn’t ask to be rude, he’s genuinely concerned. 

I sigh and look away. “Guys I’m fine, really.” 

“But you like him. Who knows if he returns the same feelings, because he’s so damn private. But my point is, you shouldn’t be putting yourself in this predicament if-” 

“I don’t like him anymore.” I interrupt with a shrug of my shoulders.

Jimin narrows his eyes at me and purses his lips, and Bridgette gives me that “shut the fuck up” look. “Guys, seriously. I’m fine. Just please stop talking about it.” I whine. 

“Fine. But if I see you becoming depre-”

“Y/N!”   

We all snap our heads to the direction of my name being called. Harry comes into view, his freshly cut hair bouncing. His white shirt showing his muscular form and jeans and boots. His green eyes staring at me and a smile on his face, 

 I smile back and once he’s a few feet away I exit from Jimin’s side and hug Harry. He hugs me tightly around my shoulders and I around his waist. I turn in his grip and introduce him to Jimin and Bridgette. Harry politely shakes hands with both of them to which Bridgette happily shakes his hand with a chipper greeting. Jimin on the other hand looks confused but nonetheless greets him with his bright smile and shakes his hand. We all talk for a while, Harry telling them about the college he goes to and the major he’s pursuing, until Harry leans into my ear and asks if we can hang outside in the back away from the loud noise. 

I nod and lead him to the door that leads to the backyard. Surprisingly the back is empty, including the pool. He then takes the lead, bringing us to the pool. We take off our shoes then roll up our jeans. We sit at the edge of the pool, our feet inside the warm water. We talk for what feels like hours but we know it’s only been at most 45 minutes. His attempts at jokes that aren’t all that hilarious but I laugh because he’s cute and his laugh is adorable. We talk about ourselves, genuinely interested in what the other has to say. After he says a ridiculous joke and our laughter dies down, we’re silent. Not an awkward uncomfortable silence, but a comfortable one. 

I can see from the corner of my eye that he looks at me, I look at him and a slightly blush and smile creep onto his face. “What?” I ask gently and smile. 

“Nothing.” He shrugs and looks down at the water, a smile still evident on his face. He looks back at me and the smile fades a bit as he looks down at my lips, which causes me to subconsciously lick them. 

His hand gently cups my face and he leans in. Out lips brushing at first but then he leans into a full kiss. His hand that cupped my cheek moves to lean onto the floor behind me, leaning into me more. His other hand resting on my thigh, my right hand cupping his face. Our lips move in sync, only pulling away when needed to, then diving back in. He licks my bottom lip and I open my mouth, letting his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues move together, my hand moving to grip his bicep as his hand squeezes my thigh, causing me to whine into his mouth. He pulls away for a second to kiss up my jaw and nibble at my ear before he comes back to my mouth and kisses me again. We pull apart when someone clears their throat from a few feet away. 

I breath heavily, my hand still on Harry’s face as I look to my left. Jungkook stands on the porch of the house, not too far away from the pool. Bridgette and Jimin stand in the doorway, shocked or annoyed written in their faces. I furrow my eyebrows and look back to Jungkook who has his arms by his side, his face blank. 

“Yes?” I breath out, removing my hand from Harry’s face. Harry stares at Jungkook for a few seconds before looking the opposite way to the pool. 

“Can I talk to you? Now.” Jungkook says not moving his eyes from me. 

I furrow my eyebrows and look him up and down. I sigh and nod before looking at Harry who looks at me at the same time. “I’ll be back.” I mumble and kiss his cheek, to which he smiles and nods. I get up and dry my feet with a towel that was hanging on the chair then but my boots back on and fix my jeans. 

When I get onto the porch Jungkook turns and walks away, expecting me to follow him. As I walk into the house I give the other two a questioning look to what they return with a shrug of the shoulders. I sigh and follow Jungkook through the crowd and up the stairs. When we get to the door of his room he opens it to reveal the blonde girl from earlier laying on the bed. Her bra and underwear on, her dress and shoes laying messily on the ground as she inhales from the blunt in her fingertips. Jungkook mumbles a quiet ‘fuck’ before he tells her to get out. 

“No it’s fine. I don’t really want to talk to you anyway.” I say before I turn around to leave. Jungkook grabs my wrist lazily causing me to turn to him. His hair messed up due to her fingers, his collar bones red due to friction, but what catches my attention is his eyes. Blood shot and hooded. His eyes barely even open. 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

“Jungkook are you high?” I ask and cross my arms over my chest. 

“Oh lighten up sweetheart. He’s just having a little fun.” The girl who still lays on the bed half naked chuckles before taking another hit. 

The man who always said he was against drugs, including marijuana.

“Get the fuck out.” Jungkook says looking at the girl, who rolls her eyes before getting up and slipping on her dress.

 “No she can stay. I have somewhere to be anyway.” I state and walk to the door. 

“Going somewhere with Mr. Bang huh? Thought we were hanging out.” He says, attitude evident as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

I quickly turn around to face him. My blood boiling. “Oh I’m sorry. Is this grandma or one of the other many girls you said you weren’t going to hook up with tonight?” I say pointing at the girl who’s now standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking between an angry Y/N and a stern Jungkook. 

“Um, I’m gonna-”

“Yeah. Go.” Jungkook says sternly, not breaking the eye contact between he and I. The girl awkwardly walked past you quickly, closing the door behind her. “Y/N-” 

I shake my head and open the door, look back at him. 

“No. Fuck you. Talk to me when you’re sober and not being an asshole.” 

09.03.17

Love in the Morning (Nick Robinson Imagine)

A/N: I never write like this I really enjoyed it, so tell me what you think bbys.

Warnings: reference to sex, and bad naughty language I shouldn’t use but do anyway.


When I woke up, around 9 in the morning, I felt the hot sun dance on my skin, even though you could barely see it through the white curtains, that meant, somehow the sun had escaped in one of the gaps and captured me this morning. My eyes flickered open, to see the other side of the bed I was sleeping on was empty, but I wasn’t in my own bed.  Though it was okay, because I knew whose bed I was in, in fact I was in this bed more often than I was in my own bed, because this bed, indeed belonged to the man, the actor, the human who I call my lover.  Not boyfriend because boyfriend is the kind of word you use when you’re five-years old and you have atleast ten ‘boyfriends’ or it’s the word you tell you everyone that he is your ‘boyfriend’ because they don’t think of him as your 'lover’ since people these days don’t believe in love.  I do. Well I should do, because I am in love with the man downstairs.

My bones stretched until I became a clumsy swan who was trying to fly away from my problems, then slouched into my normal messy positioning, because I didn’t take yoga.  Damn who takes yoga, and genuinely believes it’s relaxing.  I don’t, that shit hurts. I was feeling the need to stand up until most of the white sheets draped off my shoulders and revealed my bare chest, I was naked - yet again. I was turning into a young boy adult who lived alone and always seemed to be walking round the house naked, without thinking I searched the draws for some underwear and threw on Nick’s shirt from last night, a baggy black shirt which would fit him fine, but me - no. My petite figure made the shirt seem so much oversized, you couldn’t even see my waist anymore, and thankfully reached to the top of my thigh so that it covered me. Now I was presentable, par from the fact I hadn’t wiped off my makeup from last night and became a panda but you know pandas are cute I can live with that, and my hair was everywhere and believe me when I say this: my hair was everywhere.  Therefore, I grabbed the bobble I own, and tied my hair up so it made up a cute ponytail. That was very hard to convince myself, that at nine in the morning after long night of sex and loving and makeup smudged on my face: I was cute.  

After going to the bathroom and persuading myself to brush my teeth, I followed the smell of food cooking, finding myself in the kitchen, where (in case you never knew) most the food is cooked.  WELL NO SHIT SHERLOCK. And there he stood tall and not very proud, but beautiful instead.

His hair was mess, just like mine, and desperately needed a cut which his mother told him every time she saw him, but it suited him nonetheless.  His eyes where relaxed and lazy like in that second, he going to fall asleep, his arms crossed across his bare chest.  The tracksuit bottoms clang to his waist, loosely, the way he’d wrap his arm across my shoulder. Nick was barely watching the bacon sizzling in the frying pan, instead watching me as I entered the room, his face softening to a delicate smile.  My favourite feature on him in that moment, was his collar bones, structured and precise, and you could see the dark marks I had left that night that looked just like the ones I had on my chest, and his back scratched just as if tiger had cawed at its prey, except I wasn’t that vicious.  Or was I?

“Good morning sexy,” he smirked, you could tell those were the first words he had spoken this morning, his voice hollow and husky yet gentle, drawing me towards him. Out of all the nouns he could have named me then he chose sexy, even though I was far from it in that moment.  I didn’t tell him that, instead I smiled and proceeded, because that was his opinion, no one should be told their opinion is wrong.

“Good morning beautiful,” I smiled back, my voice just as hollow.  Now I was stating a fact, because Nick is the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, despite chocolate.  Wait no Nick is way prettier. “Come on now, let me take charge of this bacon you are so called 'cooking’,” I snapped out of thinking Nick is beautiful to realise that our precious bacon was burning.

“No, my house my rules,” he retorted, causing me to frown back.  Little shit, never doing as he is told, but fuck he looked so good right now.

“Oh fuck it,” he grumbled throwing the bacon pan somewhere elsewhere and to grab my face smashing his coffee-tasting lips onto mine.

Then we made love on the kitchen table, it was dreadful sex, since we were so groggy none of us put the effort into it.  That didn’t matter, it never mattered, I was under an utter love spell that Mr Robinson had put me in under and I loved him, I would give my last breath up to tell him I love him. You may think that is sad and desperate but that’s the thing that love does to you, you would do anything and everything for the other person.  And I loved Nick Robinson.