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Entry #4 - Let Me Distract You - Smut - By @mf-despair-queen

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Author: @mf-despair-queen
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 9,263
Prompt:  “I admire your ambition, but question your mental state.”


You tapped your foot rapidly against the floor, glancing at your phone every few minutes. Lydia followed suit, pulling her phone out of her purse to check. You sighed angrily at the blank screen, void of messages. Your eyes glued to the wallpaper on your phone, a picture of you and Stiles, your boyfriend of the last year. He was kissing your cheek while you took a selfie, a giant grin on your face. You smiled slightly, tucking the phone in your pocket.

“Have you gotten any word from them? I haven’t heard from Stiles since they were chaining up Liam for the full moon,” you asked Lydia, seeing her groan in annoyance.

“No. I haven’t heard anything. They should be here by now.” She paused, looking at you. “You don’t think something happened to them, right?”

You sighed again, kicking off the wall you were leaning on. “I’m going to try looking for them.” You took off down the hall, ignoring Lydia’s protests. You pushed open the doors of the school, rushing out into the pouring rain. “Where the fuck are you, Stiles?”

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  • Sombra: “Oh, I’ve just discovered the power… of emoticons! Like, no matter how awful something is, if you toss in a smiley face, it turns positive! For example… You’re at a picnic and you find a dead body! XD
  • Lúcio: This is just plain creepy…
  • Sombra: And how about the reverse? No matter how great something is, if you put in a sad face, it makes it look super negative! For example… Do you have a hundred friends? T_T
  • Lúcio: She’s right! That *does* make it seem sad!
  • Sombra: Now then, go move the payload! o_O I’ll see you all at the destination! *-*)>
  • Soldier 76: What the hell was that…?
  • Lúcio: I don’t get it…
  • submitted by nordinthelich
Weekender

Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”

“Yes?

"Can I have my pen back?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something where Harry and Y/N can't have a child together so they adopt a baby? You can really make it what you want. Thanks❤

 "I saw this cot today. It looked very lovely.“ Harry mumbled as he had his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around you while you played with his hair.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Did you now?”

Harry hummed.

Ever since you got married a year ago, Harry was always bringing up the baby topic. “You’d make a great mum”, “I’ll be a cool dad, yeah?” and the list goes on.

“You know, we’ve been married for a year now, baby, and I think the house is getting too spacious for just us. Imagine this, waking up to happy giggles, a girl with your eyes and my hair or a mumma’s boy. It’s nice, isn’t it?” Harry asked, looking up at you with a hopeful smile.

You sighed, “It is. But can we talk about this tomorrow?”

Harry gave you a side smile before nodding, getting off your chest and sleeping on his side of the bed instead. You sighed before turning off the lamp beside you and sleeping on the idea of having a family with Harry.

The next day, you spent it pampering Harry. To say he was confused would be an understatement but he was happy about it. When night came, you sent him to the grocery store to get you tampons  - despite not being on your period but he didn’t need to know that now – before you changed into the newly bought lingerie you had bought weeks ago. You sat on bed, practicing a posture.

You settled for just resting on your knees in the dimmed room, growing excited when you heard him enter. “Baby? I got it!” Harry announced before racing upstairs and opening the door. His jaw hung open, looking at you in awe.

“So, baby making?” You asked with a bite of your lip.

Needless to say, Harry took it upon himself to put the bun in oven that night.

The next day, you both woke up exhausted but smiley as you remembered last night’s events and rounds.

“How was I?” Harry asked with a smirk as he propped himself on his elbow, looking down at you.

You blushed, swatting his chest lightly. “Shut it, Styles.”

“You were phenomenal. All the right m-“

“Oh my, stop.” You giggled, hiding your face with your hands. When yours and Harry’s laughter died down, you looked at him. “You know I won’t get the baby from first time, right? I mean, that’s what my sister told me anyway.”

“You could just ask for another round, baby.” Harry grinned before tackling you.

It was confusing to both of you. 6 months of trying and you still weren’t showing any signs of being pregnant. You were getting frustrated. You and Harry had done everything; from round throughout the day to spicing things a little. You read about it, asked your mothered friends but everything and everyone were pointing towards one direction; seeing a doctor.

“I’m scared.” You said quietly, giving Harry’s hand a squeeze as you sat in the waiting room.

“I’m here, love. It’s going to be okay.” Harry cooed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and giving your temple a kiss.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”

You and Harry stood up, Harry’s hand on your back as you both entered the doctor’s office with your blood test results folder in your hand. You greeted the doctor whose name was Rachel before sitting down and giving her the folder. You fiddled with your fingers nervously, trying to copy Harry’s supportive smile but you knew that something just wasn’t right and your doctor’s apologetic look proved it.

“Can I have yours, Mr. Styles, please?” The doctor asked politely, opening her palm.

“Of course.” Harry said quietly, giving her his folder.

She opened it, eyes traveling down the results before she closed the folder and sighed, taking off her eyeglasses. “I’m sorry to have unfortunate news,” She began. Your heart dropped, barely feeling Harry’s concerned eyes on you. “Mrs. Styles, it appears that you’re infertile.”

Your breath got caught in your throat, feeling your heart tighten and your eyes to water. “What?” You managed to choke out quietly.

“Judging from the results, it’s in your genes so any operation won’t be successful. Mr. Styles, you’re healthy and well,” She gave Harry a small smile before turning to look at you, “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Styles.”

You were sad, devastated. You felt like this was a punishment. Who wouldn’t want to be a mother? Hell, who wanted to be forced not to be a mother? You were sad not only for your disability but because you felt like this was unfair to Harry. So leaning your head on Harry’s car window, tears falling, you felt nothing but sadness. Harry, too, felt sad; but he knew you needed him. Now more than ever.

Once you reached your house, you walked inside, plopping on the couch and burying your head in your hands, sobbing. Harry was instantly by your side, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you gently. “I love you. I love you so much.” He whispered in your hair as you hugged him, moving to place yourself on his lap.

“I’m so sorry.” You cried out.

“What are you sorry for? This is out of your hand but it’s okay, we still have each other, yeah?” Harry said gently, cupping your face in his hands. You sniffled and nodded, calming down as Harry pecked every inch of your face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Somehow, after telling yours and Harry’s families about the news and receiving nothing but love from them, the fans knew; the world knew. You were overwhelmed by the supportive replies and messages and you and Harry were both thankful for it. A month later, a month full of nothing but love and assurance and thinking, you had an idea; one you didn’t know how Harry would react to it.

So when Harry returned home from a studio session at 8 and found dressed up with his favorite home cooked meal and his favorite scented candle on the table, he was amused and surprised. “Oh shit, is tonight important? Your birthday isn’t until De-“ You cut him off with a kiss.

“You haven’t forgotten anything.” You said quietly with a warm smile. “Why don’t we eat? I’m sure you’re starving.”

Still surprised, Harry sat down and began to eat slowly. He watched you eat, thinking of all scenarios. He put his fork down, wiping his mouth with the napkin. “Alright, what is it?”

You chuckled, wiping your mouth. “You caught me.”

“Always do. Now tell me.” He smiled.

“I was thinking,” You began, tracing figures on the tablecloth with your fingers to avoid Harry’s gaze, “We can…adopt?”

Harry’s eyes widened, “A-Adopt? Adopt a child?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “No, a dog. Yes, Haz, a child.”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” Harry grinned, standing up and walking towards you, pulling you up before pressing his lips on yours in a hard kiss.

It didn’t take long for you and Harry to be on it, it was the following day. You both sat on the mat with 10 other kids, ages ranging from 2 years to 7 as you all joked and told stories. However, it was one girl that stood out the most for you and Harry. Hell, it was like she really was your daughter.

She had gorgeous hazel eyes, curly hair, olive skin and a bubbly smile. She had a wise and smart personality but she knew how to have fun, seeming to love you and Harry. She was only 2 years old and went by the name “Coco”.

“I love chocolate and my teddy bear calls me Coco.” She had said.

When Harry asked the manager for the little girl’s real name, you both knew it was Charlotte.

You, Harry and Coco were taken to a different room for privacy to have a word.

You smiled at Coco who sat on your lap, playing with your hair. “Would you like to come with us, Coco? Live with us?” You asked softly.

“Forever?” She gasped.

“And ever, love.” Harry grinned, stroking her hair.

“So,” She grinned gradually, “Mummy and Daddy?”

Harry smiled, looking at you as you looked at the girl lovingly. “Mummy and Daddy.” He confirmed.


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Dad!Shawn

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Your sixteen-year-old son was sitting on the couch, texting one of his friends, when Shawn tossed him a key. “Go cut the grass. Gettin’ long.”

“Can’t you do it?” He asked, groaning.

“C’mon, it’s just the grass. And ll you have to do is sit and steer!” Shawn laughed, walking over to the fridge. “Babe, are you going grocery shopping soon?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, probably this afternoon. Why?”

“Curious.” Shawn said, taking out an apple. He walked down the hall to the small in-home studio that was built years ago, and before he shut the door, he yelled, “Cut the damn grass!”

Your son groaned, but stood up, and went to put on shoes. “Watch out for your sister’s tree, she got it from some field trip, and it’s pretty small. Don’t run over it!” You warned, going to get dressed, and wake up the still-sleeping four-year-old.

After waking her up, and getting dressed, you saw the neighbors that had bought the house across the street were moving in, and it looked like there was a girl about your son’s age. “Momma, are we going shopping?” Your daughter asked, noticing the reusable bags were sitting on the table.

“Yeah, wanna go get Dad with me?” You asked, taking her hand and walking down the hall. You opened the door and the small girl ran into the room, hopping onto Shawn’s knee.

“Hey, sweetie!” Shawn smiled, dropping the pen he was using on the desk, and wrapping his arms around her. “What’re you doing?” He asked, laughing when she began to draw smiley faces on his sheet music.

“Drawin’!” She said, not looking up.

“Do you wanna go shopping with us?” You asked, walking into the room, running your hand through Shawn’s curly locks.

“Yeah, lemme just go change into somehting more appropriate.” He said, standing up. He was wearing some old basketball shorts, and an old John Mayer tee.

You nodded, going out to tell your son that you were leaving. He saw you and stopped the mower, and walked over to you. “Why did you and Dad have to buy such a big yard, oh my God.” He complained.

“Hey, you didn’t seem to mind at your party, when you had friends literally everywhere.” You teased, smiling. “Your dad, sister, and I are going food shopping. Maybe you should surprise your father and wash the car before we get back.” You smiled, knowing the Jeep needed a wash.

“Maybe. Let me finish the yard first, Mom!” He smiled. “Can you get that cereal I finished yesterday?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

“Sure, sure. If you need anything else, just text me.” You said, heading back into the house.


At the grocery store, you were pushing the cart, and occasionally adding things into it, while Shawn was walking behind you with your daughter next to him. “Ooh, can we et this!? Please?” She asked, holding up a pop-out spaghetti strainer.

“Why? We don’t need that, sweetie.” Shawn laughed, taking it from her hands.

“Oh,” She said, shoulders dropping. “Can we get- can we get ice cream!?” She asked, jumping up and down.

You smiled, nodding. “Since someone finished it without telling anyone, we need some anyway.” You said, giving a pointed look towards your husband, who was suddenly interested in the cake mix next to him.

“You know,” Shawn said, walking up to you. “My parents can take the kids for the weekend, give us a little alone time.” He whispered, knowing it had been a while since you two were alone.

“Not this weekend, maybe next.” You said, tossing a box of tampons into the cart.

“Damn.” Shawn grumbled, looking at his phone when it went off. “Looks like the kid found out there’s a girl his age across the street.” Shawn laughed, texting his son back.

“Hmm, maybe if he listened at dinner, he would know.” You smiled, steering the cart towards the checkout lanes.


Back at home, you and Shawn unloaded the groceries, with your daughter helping out when she could. Once everything was put away, you peeked outside, and saw your son finishing up the front yard. “He’s still not finished?” You questioned, mostly just talking out loud.

You walked out to the front porch, and sat down in the swing that was on the porch, and soon Shawn joined you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I like this, I didn’t have to cut the grass, get to relax with you while-”

“My tree!” Your daughter went zooming by at breakneck speeds for her age, and ran over to the small conifer tree that was not a tree anymore.

You snorted, and stood up, going to console her, as you saw her start to cry. Shawn followed, wanting to see what was on his son’s mind. “It’s ok, honey, we can get you another one.” You picked her up, and she nodded, wiping her tears.

“How didn’t you see the bright pink tape tied to the top of the tree?” Shawn asked, curious.

“Umm,” Your son looked across the street, where the neighbors were setting up a bench in their porch, and you smirked.

“Someone’s got a crush!” You teased, walking back inside.

“Shut up, Mom!” Your son looked at the ground, but you could see his face was a deep red.


Shawn laughed, following his family inside.


a/n: this is queued to go up while i’m on vacation but still send free to give me feedback :D 

cute scenario! sorry i took me so long to write haha, i’m terrible at keeping track of time and staying motivated.

i hope you enjoy this! also i’ll be sure to do V & Saeran soon enough i just need to find the time now that school has started up for me again :,)


YOOSUNG:
-alright so you two had a baby together a few years into your marriage
-you had a girl and you had named her mina for no other reason than it just sounded pretty
-mina was just a sweetheart, she was three and a half years old and overall just a really good child
-most of her features were yours but what definitely made her yoosung’s child were her bright amethyst hues and her smile that were both exactly the same as her father’s
-both you and yoosung took turns taking care of her but most of the time you were the one watching over her since you worked from home a lot but overall it was pretty even
-you never imagined you’d have to leave yoosung and mina alone but the job you worked required you to be out of town for a few days so you asked yoosung if he could watch her for a few days
-yoosung immediately said yes and shut down his clinic to be able to fully watch over her
-yoosung was a good dad and you trusted he would be able to handle things well so you just kissed both him and mina goodbye and left for your trip
-you had left while mina was taking a nap so when she woke up cranky and searching for you yoosung immediacy panicked
-despite the fact mina was a good well-behaved child, she had her tantrums every now and then like every other toddler. but hers were a fresh new level of hell
-yoosung knew she wouldn’t be happy to find out you had left especially in her state of post-nap crankiness so he did everything he could to keep her distracted from your sudden disappearance
-“where’s momma?”
-“aHA,, mina look at these cool pictures of cats i helped at the clinic the other day!!”
-she completely ignored your absence throughout the entirety of the first day you left because of yoosung’s constant distractions but it truly set in for her when you weren’t there to kiss her goodnight
-yoosung was at the foot of her bed reading her a story and when he looked up to check on her after she didn’t have anymore cute commentary on the plot of the story he saw the silent tears streaming down her face and yoosung was just like: oH NO
-mina then started full on sobbing while searching around the house for you with yoosung running after her trying to calm her down but nothing worked
-after she tuckered herself while continuing to cry yoosung called you and asked to video chat because mina was not calming down even after some of his most desperate attempts to soothe her
-when she saw you on the tiny screen she immediately lit up but she was still letting out a few sniffles here and there
-you two talked for a while with mina pressed up against yoosung’s chest as she held up his phone so both of them could show up on the small box on the side of the screen
-mina suddenly fell asleep out of nowhere and yoosung embarrassingly apologized for disturbing you so late at night but you just laughed it off and told him you were expecting her to find out you were gone sooner or later
-the first day may have been rough but the next few days that you were gone were a lot smoother with mina only crying twice, both of those times being at her spilling over her food/juice all over herself (what a poor baby she’s extremely clumsy just like her dad)
-after you came back home both of your babies were so happy to see you
-you’re not sure who cried harder, yoosung or mina
-you’re glad to be back with your small little family, where everything is always soft and warm and inviting.

ZEN:
-so you two put off having a baby for a while because of his career and just how quickly it was blossoming forth
-but one night you two hadn’t been so careful while having sex and ended up with a baby nine months later
-it was a baby boy that you had named taemin for no reason. really, it was just the first name zen said when he was holding him in his arms
-life while having to take care of a child as well as working and attending zen’s shows was a little hectic but you always made it work
-as time passed and taemin grew, things got a little easier and both you and zen were able to fully indulge yourself in your life together without having to worry about a newborn baby anymore as much
-taemin was now four years old and you wanted a night to yourself
-don’t get it wrong, you loved your boys a lot but one of your friends had invited you to her bachelorette weekend party and you couldn’t resist not going
-zen was on a small hiatus due to you requesting him to take a small break to rest after enduring a few small accidents in a few different musicals here and there
-since he was on this small break you already knew he would be taking care of taemin
-now taemin was a good kid. not only that but he was also beautiful, (he was the spitting image of zen as a child, beautiful white locks and all)
-but despite him being a good kid he could get a bit cranky and hard to control at times
-usually he would be casually outgoing and friendly but other times he would be biting at your arm or screaming at the top of his lungs because you said no to ice cream
-he was a little demon to deal with at time but you and zen loved him to death
-you were worried about taemin acting out on zen while you were gone because taemin was a big momma’s boy who tended to be more comfortable around you for no other reason other than that he just was
-nonetheless you packed your bags and left your two boys to fend for themselves while you took a small break for yourself
-taemin and zen were there to send you off when you went into the airport so taemin knew you were going to be gone
-everything was fine on the car ride back home but the moment both zen and taemin walked into the house taemin started sniffling quietly asking when you would come back while rubbing at his watery eyes in an attempt to hide his tears
-zen immediately felt himself go into protective mode after seeing his little boy cry and offered to take him to the park to get some fish shaped bread or ice cream
-taemin immediately lit up and the two went off to spend their afternoon in a park, eating junk food zen wouldn’t ever dream of eating on his own accord but wouldn’t mind doing so to make his son happy
-the next few nights you were gone went pretty well, with taemin and zen bonding over random television shows and zen’s musical talents
-(zen would probably never admit it but he beyond p y s c h e d when taemin told him he he wanted to possibly take after him in the future in the musical industry)
-despite the fact things went pretty well, taemin had little fits here and there over things like zen dropping his toys or him missing you late at night
-you returned home around 6 am and despite the fact you were beyond exhausted you were excited to see zen and taemin because even though you had fun you missed them the entire time
-you had tried your best to return quietly but taemin was already up and about and was now crying while tackling your legs and telling you how much he missed you
-a few moments later zen came out to do the same
-you were more than tired and a little bit delirious but you felt beyond happier to be back with your two favorite boys

JAEHEE:
-things with you and jaehee had been sweet and lovely for the most part
-you two ran the cafe together for a few years before deciding it was time to add another family member to the mix of your small little household
-you decided on adopting from a local orphanage because of jaehee’s fear of you or her getting hurt from carrying a donor’s baby
-it was a long process but you both got accepted and not too long after adopted a boy around the age of three named jinsoo
-at first he was very quiet and shy, so much so you and jaehee couldn’t get a single word out of him most of the time which made you both a little sadder than you’d like to admit but you understood that it would take time to build a relationship
-over the course of a year and few months jinsoo went from a shy boy who could never speak a single word to a talkative and imaginative child both you and jaehee loved beyond words
-he was always helping around the cafe or drawing pictures for both of you
-your little family was sweet and you were happy to be raising such a good and healthy child with the love of your life
-you never planned on going to visit your family without jaehee and jinsoo at your side but there was an emergency that required your attention as well as help so you reluctantly had to leave them both to go handle it
-though jaehee was a little sad at your sudden disappearance she would be able to make it work
-both of you never admitted it but jinsoo seemed to be more fond of you than jaehee
-it made you a little sad but you also understood why he would feel closer to you since you were the one who coaxed him out of his shell
-in the first day of your absence jinsoo seemed crankier than usual waking up
-jaehee ignored this and just worked around his stubbornness to get ready to go to the cafe
-jinsoo was sitting on the couch watching some random cartoon while jaehee made herself a cup of coffee
-jaehee put on her shoes and called for jinsoo to put on his own since it was time to go
-he walked towards the kitchen table and tippy tied to look up on it only to frown a little
-“where’s breakfast mama?”
-oh shoot
-shoot shoot shoot
-it suddenly hit jaehee that you were the one who usually made him breakfast
-jaehee felt embarrassment and shame practically radiate off her as she took off her shoes and went into the kitchen to pour jinsoo some cereal
-“mama, momma(you) usually makes me omurice that have a ketchup smiley face.”
-despite the fact it was absolutely precious that you took the time and effort to put smiley faces on jinsoo’s breakfast everyday jaehee still felt her soul leave her body
-she couldn’t cook to save her life!!
-sure she could bake and make drinks but that was completely different!
-jaehee made a poor excuse for omurice that jinsoo begrudgingly ate with a forced smile
-the entire day at the cafe jinsoo looked a little more down than usual
-so much so that some regular customers kept asking him if he was feeling alright
-during jaehee’s rushed lunch break she asked him about it
-jinsoo turned a bright red and twiddled with his fingers before opening his mouth to speak
-“momma(again, you) usually brings me coloring books and my 3DS and snacks to play with and eat while she’s busy. but she told me never to tell you because you’d get maybe mad.”
-jaehee felt her soul leave her body for probably the fortieth time that day, she was feeling like a failure of a parent!!
-throughout the rest of the day at the cafe she tried her best to entertain jinsoo like you usually did while at the same time working, and it was beyond exhausting
-she didn’t know how you did it!! she was so jealous but also proud of her lovely partner
-jinsoo and her video chatted with you later at night because he couldn’t go to sleep without you telling him some silly story you make up on spot
-the next few days were really similar to the first, jaehee just finding out more and more about you and jinsoo’s relationship, things she didn’t even know even after years of living with you both
-when you came home jaehee was beyond relieved to have someone there to support her and to be the ‘fun and cool’ parent because poor baehee was unable to fill in that role :((
-both your cute boy and cuter gal crushed you with hugs and kisses for like an entire day and you’ve never felt so loved
-you’re glad that you’re part of such a small but loving family

JUMIN:
-okay so he wanted children, real bad
-he never really talked to you about it though because you were both still young and he wanted to live both of your younger days together just being free and having fun
-but as time passed and you both got older you were the one to bring it up hesitantly at dinner
-he immediately just: “mc, let’s go make a baby right now.”
-and you are just like: “jumin please just let me finish this fancy salad first”
-after a few tries you were pregnant and had a set of twins!
-twins!!
-jumin wanted the gender to be a surprise for him but what was even more surprising was just to see you holding two babies instead of just one
-he was happy but also stressed at the thought of now being in charge of two precious little girls
-he named them because you were too tired and delirious to come up with or even say the names you wanted to give them after the birth
-jumin had named them yuna and hana
-(he wouldn’t tell you why he chose those names, no matter how many times you asked and bugged him about it so you just assumed it was because they were popular girl names in south korea)
-though it was hard you and jumin managed to raise them just fine, with the help of a few nannies and sitters of course (at jumin’s request so you could have time to rest)
-they were both now three years old, almost four, and you couldn’t be happier about being their mother
-they were very well-behaved and stoic in public but very spunky and cute in the privacy and comfort of their home (just like their dad!!)
-yuna was the calmer of the two and the one that looked more like jumin, with the sameface shape and cold sharp blue eyes, except she had your smile and nose
-hana was the more excitable out of both of them, she had your eye color as well as your dimples and face shape, but had the raven locks her father possessed
-jumin never let you travel alone and you never thought about leaving him and the girls together alone but you wanted them to bond without you in the room for once
-though they were close to jumin and he loved them dearly they never had time to really talk one on one
-he even missed christmas and the girl’s birthday this year because of work!!
-they were devastated and you wanted him to make it up to them
-so you cleared your afternoon schedule and went clothes shopping by yourself, leaving jumin and the girls alone at the penthouse
-it was beyond awkward not to have you around
-yuna and hana were both big daddy’s girls but you were the one giving them that push to get close to their father
-it was beyond intimidating to have your six foot tall father just stare at you from afar without saying anything
-after a while hana was the one to propose that they put a puzzle together
-both yuna and jumin’s eyes lit up because they were so bad at other games that an activity as simple as putting a puzzle together wasn’t so easy to mess up as other games were
-it started off innocently enough, with jumin just sitting on his living room floor putting a puzzle with a picture of kittens in the basket as the final result with his daughters but then it got intense
-yuno kept getting all mad at hana for not putting certain pieces together quick enough
-poor hana was just silently dying inside while watching yuno struggle and force two pieces to go together despite the fact they obviously weren’t meant to
-at one point yuno broke two pieces by squeezing them too tightly together and hana just started crying and jumin didn’t notice until he went to put a section of the puzzle near hana and noticed all the water drops covering her section
-he looked up to see hana just smiling while tears poured down her face and his heart just immediately dropped and he was just like: what what what wha-
-yuno was the fastest to react out of both of them and shoved the puzzle of the way and hugged hana’s neck, pulling her down on top of her while letting out a little laugh
-“stop crying dummy”
-“you and dada both are killing me at puzzles”
-jumin after a moment of letting everything sink in suddenly picks up both of his daughters and spins them around
-hana is laughing
-yuno is screaming
-it was an awkward afternoon filled with apologies to having been ‘killing’ hana at puzzles and then watching disney movies until they both fell asleep
-hana was laying against jumin’s right side and yuno was leaning against jumin’s left side and he has never felt so much pride and happiness than he did in that moment
-no good meeting or good business deal or money made him as happy as just being surrounded by junk food and two sleeping girls while watching moana silently by himself, for the millionth time
-in his little moment of feeling happy and warm he fell asleep too, head lolled back against the couch while smiling
-you returned home a little late to find your little family all curled up in clearly uncomfortable positions while watching what seemed to be the rolling credits to a movie
-you let out a little snort which caused jumin to wake up immediately (light sleeper)
-he adjusted to the light surrounding him before looking you up and down and smiling softly
-he mouthed ‘my love, welcome home’ silently while gesturing you to come closer
-you did as you were told, now curling up in his lap as you tried not to disturb your girls that were happily snoozing away
-you wrapped your arms around his neck and let out a satisfied sigh
-“i’m assuming it was a good afternoon?” you questioned in a whisper as jumin slightly chuckled into your ear
-“indeed so, even better now that i’m surrounded by my favorite girls.”
-you were beyond glad, your family was healthy and happy and jumin han was still the sweetest man alive
-what more could you ask for?

SAEYOUNG:
-alright so you two were young and dumb for the first few years of your relationship
-he married you after like a year of dating and you couldn’t be happier
-after messing around too recklessly one night you ended up pregnant
-you were scared about how he would react but you told him anyways, not expecting him to burst into tears while sinking to his knees and then lean his head against your stomach
-after nine months of him preparing to be a father and saeran scolding both of you when catching you eating junk food the day had come
-the birthing was long and painful and you didn’t even see or hear the baby’s gender much less how many babies there really were
-triplets
-you had triplets
-saeyoung was sobbing, saeran was silently crying inside, and you were just confused onto why you were now holding three babies with tufts of red hair peeking out beneath different colored blankets
-it was beyond hellish to raise three kids when saeyoung was still a child himself
-at times it felt like you were raising four kids instead of just three
-out of the three babies you had one of them was a girl and two were boys
-you had named the girl minjun, and saeyoung had name the boys seojun and jiho
-the three of them were both now four years old and you and saeyoung (as well as saeran) were beyond psyched that they could now walk and talk and do normal everyday things without your constant guidance
-it was just cute to see them communicate with each other and to see them grow and learn as time passed
-seojun and jiho were exactly like saeyoung, bright red orangish hair and honey glazed hues
-except they had your face shape and smile, something saeyoung loved beyond words
-minjun had been born with bright red hair but it mellowed out in your hair tone, except a little brighter
-she had a darker shade of eye color that was similar to saeyoung’s and she had his face shape and smile
-something that made you beyond happy
-you loved your boys a lot but at times they could be very cruel to their sister, both not including her in their games or sometimes tugging at her hair a little too hard almost always resulting in tears from her
-saeran would always jokingly ask her if he wanted him to beat them up but she always declined despite the fact all they did was mercilessly tease her
-god she was such a sweetheart
-you never left any of your family alone.
-no matter where you went or who you went with they would always be at your side or right behind you
-some may have assumed it was because you were overprotective but really it was just because you wanted to experience life with your beautiful lover and your small family as well as saeran all by your side
-you had an emergency come up that would require you to travel for a few days, except for once in their four years of life the triplets weren’t going with you, and neither was saeyoung nor saeran
-you had some very personal matters to attend to immediately and you left as quickly as you could, leaving saeyoung in charge and hoping for the best
-now, saeyoung wasn’t the best father per say
-don’t get it wrong! he was a very funny dad! and very involved in the lives of his children more than his father had ever been in his life and he was very caring and sweet, always finding a way to cheer his kids up and keep them happy
-except, he was terrible at taking firm control of different situations
-he didn’t have the heart to say no to his kids much less scold them
-most of the time it was saeran scolding him and his kids for their troublesome antics, which you were more than grateful for
-the first day you had left hadn’t been too eventful
-it was just the boys being troublesome and reckless, like usual, and minjun just minding her business playing with her dolls
-it wasn’t until jiho snatched one of her many dolls from her hands and popped its head right off with ease did things go downhill
-his deviant smile disappeared right from his face when minjun just stayed silent, tears streaming down her face as she clenched her fists together tightly
-saeyoung was in the other room, working on little toy robots here while humming a tune until a shriek snapped him out of his calm little daze
-he sprinted out into the next room to find minjun sobbing her heart out and jiho screaming at the top of his lungs as she tugged at his red locks harshly
-saeyoung broke them apart as quickly as he could while seojun watched quietly from the corner, fear quite evident in his honey hues
-after a little while minjun was being held tightly by saeran and saeyoung was comforting but also scolding jiho
-“i’m so sorry you got hurt but don’t do that minjun’s toys. i need you to stop being so cruel or else you’ll never have anyone in your life.”
-it may have been a bit harsh but jiho got the message rather quickly and looked over at minjun, who was leaning against saeran’s chest with her back.
-eyes droopy and ringed with red as she lazily glanced at her brother before looking at the ground and twiddling with her fingers
-both jiho and minjun simultaneously started crying while over to minjun, unintelligible gurgles of possible apologies erupting from their throats as the crushed their sister with a hard hug to which she somehow accepted without much trouble
-saeyoung let out a sigh of relief as saeran just watched the children make up with a soft smile
-the three of them became closer that day, to which saeyoung was forever grateful for, and  no more problems occurred for the rest of the days you were gone
-but it was still quite obvious your kids missed you
-all three of them were crankier than usual and didn’t laugh at saeyoung’s jokes as much as they did when you were here
-at one point he caught all three of them complaining about his sad attempt at making macaroni
-he was..beyond hurt
-so much so that in that moment he fell to the ground while holding his chest and spewing out some tragic macbeth lines while his kids only stared in horror, obviously gullible and distressed
-“papa! what-what we do?”
-“you-you, should’ve eaten the…macaroni..”
-if they were even remotely cranky before that they were even crankier now
-it was a pain in the ass for saeyoung to deal with now all three of their antics now that they were all close and buddy-like but he somehow made it work
-he accepted their hair pulling and kicks to the shin with a smiling face while dishing out a few scolds here and there
-he was beyond exhausted the fifth day you were gone, so much so that he didn’t even notice the kids scribbling all over your private study’s white walls
-he was just casually taking a nap until he felt saeran shaking him while scolding him
-“not to alarm you or anything, but your kids just completely ruined MC’s white walls with their… ‘art’.”
-what?
-“saeyoung! jiho, minjun, seojun, mommy’s home!”
-wAIT WHAT
-saeran looked up at the entrance of the bunker with a small smile while saeyoung felt his soul leave his body
-the three little bundles of nothing but pure destruction came out laughing and smiling while crushing you in hugs while saeyoung forced a smile on his face while letting out a laugh of his own, a nervous one
-you squinted your eyes at him before walking over to him, your children dangling all over your limbs as you easily took long strides
-“what’s wrong honey?” you asked, worry painting your features
-suddenly saeyoung placed both his hands on your face and pulled you in for a kiss, to which you hesitantly responded to at first before full kissing him long and hard, evidence that you had missed him quite evident in the kiss
-after a short while you pulled back, your eyes were closed and mouth slightly parted and saeyoung felt his heart curl at the sight
-you were still as beautiful as you were the first time he kissed you
-“what did you do?”
-what
-“honey,” you stated with an icy tone as you stared at him blankly
-“what, did, you, do?” you asked once more as he fiddled with his fingers
-“i-it’s not something i did but rather your children.”
-his kids all snapped their heads to him as shock painted their faces
-their father had ratted them out! for once in his life!
-you looked at the kids dangling from your limbs and cocked your head at them, a sweet but dangerous smile pulling at your features
-“what did you guys do while mommy was gone, hm?”
-before saying anything they all started crying, not wanting to face the terror that was both your scolding and punishments for being naughty
-saeyoung put his hands together in a praying symbol while mouthing “please forgive me” over and over again
-you only found out about your white walls through saeran, because both your children and saeyoung were too petrified of you to even say anything
-it was hellish to deal with all the chaos that was this family, but you’d never give it up. you loved saeyoung’s crazy antics and your children’s even crazier antics, and saeran’s calm nature.
-it was all well-balanced and you loved it more than words could ever even begin to explain.

Best Undressed: Josh Dun smut

Y/N: Sorry I fell off the face of the earth. I was super busy and I still kind of am but I’m going to just see where this goes and keep doing requests and stuff whenever I get a chance. Okay love you all xoxo

Anonymous said:
concept: y/n is supposed to have dinner with tyler and jenna but while y/n is trying to get dressed, every time y/n puts something on, josh takes something else off…?

*female reader, smut

Water rushed down against your skin, hair tousled between your fingers, soapy suds sliding down your back, steam rising from the shower, your lips pressed together, eyes closed, humming a soft tune of a song your boyfriend had been caught listening to earlier that day. Warm showers were always something you enjoyed, the way the water glided down your body, messy hair cascading down your shoulders, steamy hot air surrounding you, able to close your eyes and be alone. Although you had enjoyed some pretty amazing shower sessions with your boyfriend Josh in the past, you had to admit that sometimes being alone was just as pleasurable.

As you rinsed yourself off and stepped out of the shower, you looked in the mirror, drawing a smiley face in the foggy glass simply for your own amusement, then snatching a towel and wrapping it around your body. You walked out of the bathroom and stepped into your bedroom, picking up your phone and eyes going wide. “Fuck,” you gasped.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Josh raised an eyebrow, turning around to reveal his outfit, a fine tuxedo with a tie to match your outfit. “Oh gosh.”

“Yeah,” you gulped nervously. “I’m going to make us so fucking late. In fact, I think we already are. Geez, I am so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Josh reassured.

“Not it’s not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Dammit I even called to make sure you were already dressed when you came home from work and that I’d be ready for you to pick me up and I just feel-”

“Sweetie, it’s fine. Really,” Josh insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed across from where you were standing, nervously biting your lower lip. “We have dinner with Tyler and Jenna every month. I’m sure being a little late once won’t totally ruin our relationship with them. They’re very forgiving.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, closing your eyes tight, cursing yourself over and over in your head. “You don’t understand. Jenna’s been trying to get these reservations for months. It’s one of the fanciest restaurants in town and they’re constantly busy, I can’t believe I’m already running late.”

“Y/n, trust me. It’s going to be okay,” Josh explained.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door and tell me?” you groaned.

“I just got home,” he told you. “I thought you were just in the bathroom or something. I didn’t know you were taking a shower.”

“I’m so screwed,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair. “Please call Tyler and tell him we’re on our way. I’ve got to get dressed.”

“Babe,” Josh eyed you up and down slowly. “I’m telling you, honest, it’s fine.”

“Shut up and call him,” you insisted, rushing over to your closet and trying to find the dress you had agreed on wearing for over a week now. Your stupid ass ruined everything, and it was something you and Jenna had planned for almost forever, everything down to the smallest detail. You felt like crying, but forced yourself to suck it up, try to clear your mind, forget about it, and instead, use as much time as you had right now to change things and make it right. You were so angry at yourself, knowing you had already fucked everything up. You fumbled for the dress, finally picking the hanger out of the closet and taking a step back when you felt two arms snake around your hips, pulling your back so it was pressed against his chest.

“I think you need to lose the towel, sweetheart,” Josh whispered in your ear.

“I think you need to prioritize,” you narrowed your eyes, turning around and pushing him back.

“I am,” he nodded. “You’ve always been my number one priority.”

“Jenna’s going to be pissed,” you grumbled.

“No she’s not,” he rolled his eyes. You discarded your towel and Josh instantly smirked, eyes gazing at your exposed body. “Besides, we’re already late anyways.”

“Exactly. That means we need to hurry the hell up,” you argued. You paced over to the dresser, tugging it open and bending down to pick up your bra and underwear, Josh raising his eyebrows and eyeing you carefully. “Oh stop it. We don’t have time for this.”

“We always have time for this,” Josh reminded. You glared at him and slid on your panties, watching as he skillfully removed his tie from around his neck, then the suit jacket.

“We’re supposed to be getting dressed,” you snapped, fixing on your bra as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Not undressed.”

“I know,” he shrugged, undoing the last button and tossing the dress shirt across the bed.

“Josh,” you hissed, grabbing your dress and stepping into it, pulling it up towards your body as he unbuckled his pants, unzipping them, slowly sliding them down as you adjusted your dress. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You tell me,” he winked, kicking off his pants and walking over to you slowly.

“Joshua,” you stated his name more forcefully this time, trying to stay serious and angry. “Put on your goddamn clothes. We’re so fucking late.” It took every particle within your being not to stop and stare at his chest, the way his muscles accentuated his tattoo sleeve, how wonderful he looked, how you just wanted to run your hands down his skin and kiss him all over. No, you couldn’t think about that. You had to get to the restaurant and you needed to do it now.

“Mmm I think I’d rather stay in for the night,” he insisted. “I mean, my clothes are off, I’m kind of comfortable, and you look really lovely in that dress. Kind of makes me want to see what’s underneath again, for a longer period of time than the last maybe. I mean, you did get dressed sort of quick-”

“Goodness gracious, Josh!” you finally lost it, rage boiling up inside of you, fists clenched at your sides. “We plan a dinner for how many weeks and then we can’t even get there on time, much less get dressed? This is ridiculous!”

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he smiled, managing to somehow look past all the fury overflowing from inside you.

“Shut up,” you maintained your glare, glancing down for a split second to realize he had a hard on before flickering your eyes up to meet his, still trying to fight the temptation.

“Come on baby, you know you want to,” he sighed, slowly moving his hand down his chest to his boxers. He dipped his thumb underneath the fabric, outlining the waistband, slowly moving it lower, exposing his hips. “I’m already hard.”

“Fuck it,” you instantly placed your lips on his, both of you sharing an open mouthed, passionate, desperate kiss. He quickly went to work on the zipper of your dress, tugging down the fabric and picking you up out of it, placing you onto the mattress of the bed and laying down on top of you.

“Shouldn’t have even bothered getting dressed,” he mumbled in between greedy kisses.

“I should’ve known,” you chuckled, kissing him one last time before his lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin and gliding his tongue across the pain and replacing it with pleasure, leaving hickeys as he traveled towards your breasts, unhooking your bra and sliding that off of your shoulders before grazing his teeth past one of your nipples, massaging your other breast with his hand.

“So beautiful,” he barely breathed as he placed kisses on your chest.

“Shit,” you gasped, tilting your head back into the pillows as he started to move lower, palms slowly gliding down your stomach, pressing soft kisses to your belly, then your waist, and lower, until his thumbs hooked the waistband of your panties and slid them down. Before you could even say another word his mouth was on your core, licking stripes up and down your folds, making you let out a loud moan. “Holy fuck, Josh.”

“That’s right, y/n,” he mumbled, moving his hand over your entrance and slowly inserting a finger, pumping it in and out, flicking his tongue against your skin. “Say my name.”

“Oh god, Josh,” you moaned even louder, him inserting another finger and picking up the pace, his tongue tracing circles over your clit, making you grab fistfuls of his hair, tugging at it desperately. You were so close to cumming when he pulled away, making you whimper for more, and he licked his lips, smirking as he slowly sucked your fluids off his fingers, remaining eye contact with you the entire time.

“You want this, baby?” he stroked a hand over his clothed cock. “You sure you don’t want to go to the dinner? I mean, if you really insist, I’m pretty sure you were set on going. I’m sure we can just-”

“No,” you shook your head. “Josh, don’t tease me.”

“I don’t know,” he looked away innocently. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s best we just go back, apologize, still try to make it.”

“Shut up,” you demanded, turning him over onto the mattress so you were straddling his hips, tugging down his boxers and sliding them off his ankles, tossing them off of the bed. “I want to fuck you so bad. You keep tempting me, keep teasing me, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

“Then do it,” he stared at me, brown eyes intimidating and overwhelming yet so fucking tempting. “If you want it so badly babe, all you need to do is fuck me. Fuck me good and fuck me hard.”

“Whatever you say,” you smirked, carefully taking his dick in your hands and lining him up with your entrance before pushing down, sliding every inch inside of you, gasping and tilting your head up, listening to Josh let out a soft moan.

“Oh fuck y/n,” he bit down on his lower lip. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me so good.”

“You don’t have to say it twice,” you narrowed your eyes, thrusting your hips and pushing him even deeper, moving up and down. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you faster, harder, putting you at an even quicker pace. With every thrust you grew closer, your legs trembling, gasps and moans starting to get harder to restrain. Josh was a mess too, and you could feel from the way his movements began to get sloppy, more desperate, both of you barely hanging on.

“Shit,” he moaned as you both orgasmed, riding out waves of euphoria as you both came, your sweaty and exhausted body soon collapsing on top of his, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. “Dammit you feel so good, y/n.”

“Totally worth it,” you let out a light chuckle, his arms wrapping around you and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “What are we going to tell Tyler and Jenna though?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Josh reassured. Just then, his phone rang from the nightstand and you both stared at it. “Maybe I should get it. It’s Tyler after all.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, reaching for it and then handing it to Josh. You were surprised there weren’t any missed phone calls or texts.

“Hey Ty, look I’m so sorry-” Josh began to say but Tyler was already speaking.

“I’m so sorry, look, Jenna and I got a little distracted and I guess we weren’t keeping track of time. We didn’t make it to the reservations, I’m so sorry dude, you must’ve been waiting forever,” Tyler quickly explained. Josh blinked for a few seconds, staring at you and then laughing. “Wait. You’re not mad?”

“It’s kind of a funny story,” Josh stifled a laugh. “Me and y/n never ended up making it either. We sort of had the same predicament you guys did.”

“Ah, I’m not sure it was quite the same,” Tyler insisted with a small chuckle. “I’m sure you both had quite the uh, distraction though, too.”

“Believe me, I did,” Josh grinned. “Anyways, we’ll do dinner some other time I’m guessing?”

“Sure,” Tyler decided. “Anyways, you two enjoy your uh, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Why? What were you two doing?” Josh raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Watching a movie,” Tyler stuttered.

“You sure it was a movie?” Josh persisted.

“Oh shut up,” Tyler argued, you could practically hear the eye roll from on the other side of the line. “Dinner next week work for you?”

“Yeah,” Josh nodded. “See you later.” He hung up the phone and then set it on the night stand before turning towards you again.

“So, we’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves I assume?” you asked.

“You bet your ass we do,” Josh smiled. “You know what that means?”

“We put our clothes back on like normal people and go out to dinner ourselves?” you raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Josh. I didn’t buy that dress for nothing.”

“You always looked best undressed, sweetheart,” he insisted. “I was thinking something a little different.”

“Then what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I was thinking we should just stay in for the night,” he winked. “That means we have time for round two.”

anonymous asked:

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“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Isak said as he cast his eyes over the room they were in.

Vilde’s and Magnus’ strange trust seminar turned out to take place in the living room of some woman who looked like she would any moment now pull out a joss stick and made clinking sounds whenever she moved from the shitload of bracelets she wore. She was very … esotheric looking and talked with this always calm voice that was somehow infuriating. Isak did all he could not to roll his eyes. 

His toes were nudged by Even’s foot and he looked up to the face of his boyfriend. For someone who swore he didn’t want to be here either he looked suspiciously happy.

There were three other couples besides them, all way over the age of fifty. They all were told to stand in front of each other. Magnus stood beside him and Even and Vilde in front of each of them. Vilde kept talking, and talking, and talking, her voice even higher than usual. Magnus didn’t talk. At all. So you could say both of them seemed pretty nervous.

“So, let us begin, children.” The women – Leila? Lisa? He forgot – spread her bracelet clad arms as she spoke (she meant all of them when she said children, even though her usual target audience looked to be older than her).

“For the first trust test, hold your hands up in front of you, palms facing your partner.” They all followed suit. Isak had a smile tug on his lips as Even widened his eyes and lifted his brows at him in a playful manner – that dork.

“Now, connect your hands with those of your partner and lean your weight on them.” He heard Mags mumble en excuse about his hands being sweaty.

“As you lean on your partner, step back further and further with your feet, so you form a wide angled triangle.” The woman continued. 

There was the sound of shuffling and some uttered words over the pling plang music that was lowly playing in the backround. Isak and Even grinned at each other as they stepped further and further back, hands held tightly. Ok, maybe this was a little bit fun. A super small little bit.

“Look deep into your partners eyes and say ‘I trust you’”
They were as wide as they could without falling over and held each other up, their arms straining from the weight. He grinned at Even as he saw him put his tongue in the side of his mouth in concentration. The face of his boyfriend crinkle up more when his grin got wider.

“I trust you, Isak.” Isak almost snorted before he answered with the same words. This situation was rediculous. They both did all they could to keep from giggling and saw the laughter dance in each others eyes.  

(The whole thing didn’t go over this great for Vilde and Magnus. Since Vilde was significantly smaller Magnus first didn’t want to put that much weight on her and when he finally did - after Vilde told him that he was supposed to in an annoyed voice - she coulnd’t take it and he fell face first on the mat they were standing on. His fall came accompanied by an “Ouw!” from Vilde who clutched her wrist. They had been clutching their hands so tightly that, when Magnus fell, he had turned her arm.

It wasn’t serious though, as Vilde reassured them all and the both of them smiled weakly at each other when they continued to the next test and Even and Isak exchanged a look.)

“For the next test, please all go as far away from each other as possible. Go to each side of the room. Perfect.” Isak looked at Even and widened his eyes a tiny bit. For everyone this would just mean nothing but Even would know that this counted as an internal eyeroll. As answer he shook his head at Isak’s behavior, played shock on his face.

“Perfect, yes. Now, count to four and take a small step towards each other. After you did that, ask one another “are you comfortable to take another step?” and if so, take another. There is no shame in stopping whenever you feel comfortable.” 

So they started. Even and Isak took a step forward and Isak had to snort again.

“Even, that was no small step.”at which Even cast him an innocent look.

“Whaaaat?” Even drew out and a big smile spread over Isak’s face.

“Your legs are too long for this. I need another partner.”

“Oh, shush. You love my legs.” They both wiggled they eyebrows at each other and took another step.

“You’re supposed to ask each other if you’re comfortable” Came Vilde’s voice from beside them. Her and Magnus looked focused and not at all as smiley as Even and himself felt.

“Oh, you’re right.” Even said and winked at her. When he turned back to Isak he asked “Comfy?”

Isak gave his single nod. “Comfy.” And they took another step. Even made a show of taking a huge step and Isak put his hands on his waist, trying for a scolding look but only grinning fondly at him.

Even shrugged and said “What? I can’t help it, baby. I wanna be close to you.”

“You’re a dork.” Was Isak’s reply but the next step he stretched his legs as wide es he could, too.

This went on until they were touching from their foreheads to their toes. While they waited for the exercise to be over Even moved his head a tiny bit so their noses slid against each other.

“Comfy?” He asked lowly and warmth spread trough Isak’s chest.

He tilted his head a bit to give Even a quick peck. “Very comfy.”


(part 1) 

Solangelo Soulmate Ink AU:

In case some one doesn’t know, A Soulmate Ink AU is this thing in which whatever marks your soulmate gets on their skin, tattoos/markers or pen marks, appear on you

~~Nico’s P.O.V~~

Nico turned in bed as light flooded through the window of his room, which he shared with Jason in their shared apartment. He didn’t want to get up. Morning were too bright, too busy for him.

But there was school. And Nico, despite hating school in general, didn’t want to miss his first class, which was English, but they didn’t do much of anything, except read books from Mrs. Ros’s incredible collection of books. Nico likes to read, despite his dyslexia, and this was the place to do it.

He rolls out of bed, blinking his eyes repeatedly. He throws on a shirt and walks into the kitchen, where Jason was already eating cereal. The blond boy looks up. “Hey, Nico. Finally got up I— oh my gods!”

The boy drops his spoon, staring at Nico’s arm. “What did your Soulmate DO?”

Nico blinks, and slowly looks at his arm. ‘Not again, please not again …’

From a few inches over his wrist to his shoulder, his arms were completely covered in countless of scribbles. Some were black, others green, and some were even pink. Flowers, smiley faces, stick figures, everywhere.

It happened again.

Why? Why does his Soulmate let this happen to himself? Over the last few months, Nico has been waking up to scribbles similar to these ones, and his Soulmate didn’t seem to care. Nico had asked them a few weeks back. His Soulmate was apparently staying with their aunt and uncle, who had many kids, most young. They like to doodle on them, and the Soulmate simply said he thought it was cute. Nico doesn’t.

Jason is looking at him sympathetically. “That’s got to suck. I thought you told them to stop?”

Nico grumbles. “I did. They seem to be quite stubborn.”

He turns to his room to find a marker. He picks up a wide black one, and in big letters, writes ‘WASH IT OFF YOU STUPID MULE’ onto his arm.

Only seconds later, he gets a reply. 'I don’t want to.’

'I need to go to school, ant it’s to hot to wear a sweater. Wash. It. Off.’

'I’m starting a new school today, and I don’t care.’

Nico curses under his breath. 'I’m not you.’

'But you’re meant to be with me. So deal with it.’ The sassy writing appears.

'I hate you.’

'Keep telling yourself that, Sunshine.’

'Do NOT call me Sunshine.’

'Will do, Sunshine. Will. Haha.’

'I don’t get why you’re laughing, I don’t care why you’re laughing. Please go die.’

And with that, Nico throws the marker onto a table, and goes get ready for school.

~~Timeskip~~

~~Will’s P.O.V~~

Will sighs. Another argument with his supposed love of his life. He wonders how they’ll ever get along.

“Will, could ya’ get yourself somethin’ to eat, darlin’? I gotta get to work early, ya’ know how it is.” He hears his aunt call. He smiles at her Southern accent, reminding him too much of his mom.

He comes down. “No problem. Do you need some help loading everything into the car?” He asks as he watched his aunt struggle with her bags. His uncle had already left to drop the kids at school, so Will was the only one left.

His aunt smiles. “Don’t worry yourself, sweetheart. Ya’ go and find yourself somethin’ to eat, Lord knows ya’ll need it. New school an’ all.” With this, the woman walks out the door, into the driveway of the house.

Will closes the door behind her, and makes himself some eggs. New school, huh? Hopefully, he thinks while making some eggs, it’ll be better than the last one.

~~Timeskip~~

~~Will’s P.O.V~~

“Here’s your schedule, sweetie. Hazel will show you to your first class.” The office lady tells him, handing him a piece of paper and motioning to a girl nearby, with curly golder-brown hair and amber-like eyes. The girl stands and walks over to me, nodding to the woman, before motioning for me to follow.

We start down the hallway. “So, you’re new here. What’s your schedule?” Hazel asks.

Will hands her the paper. “Uh, it seems I have English first, with Mrs. Ros. And uh, I’m Will. Will Solace.”

The girls, despite seeming to be a Sophomore, is a bit intimidating. (BTW, idk what Will’s birthday is, so let’s just say he’s older than Nico but in the same grade.)

“Hazel Levesque. You’ll be having a few classes with my brother.” She replies. “Including English. I’ll point him out to you. You have first, third, fourth, and seventh with him. English, Biology, Gym, and Art.”

I smile a little, not sure how to reply. He hoped the brother was t as scary as the sister. “Thanks. I hope I get along with him.”

At this she smiles a little. “Don’t count on it. Especially today. He texted me that his Soulmate has a bunch of colored doodles on his arm, and now he has to deal with them.”

Will blinks. That sounded similar to his situation.

They reach a door. Hazel knocks, and seconds later, it’s opened by a teacher. She beams. “Hello, Hazel dear! Is this the new student? Come in, come in.”

Talk about friendly.

Will step into the room, and Hazel does as well. She taps his shoulder. “Over in the corner, the boy sitting alone with the black hoodie? That’s my brother. His name is Nico. He probably won’t kill you.”

The boy looks up momentarily. Will blinks. 'Damn, he’s cute.’ Big chocolaty dark brown eyes, thick and messy black hair, pale skin. The boy waves a slender hand at his sister, who looks nothing like him. Hazel smiles back, then points at Will. 'Be nice.’ She mouths.

Nico rolls his eyes, but nods as of to humor her. He gives Will a once-over, then quickly looks down back at his book.

Hazel shrugs. “That’s Nico. He’s a bit anti social, and snappy, and has low patience, but he’s not mean. Sorta. Anyway, he’ll try his best not to kill you.”

Will nods, not at all convinced. Cute and violent. Sounds like a dangerous combination. But still, he couldn’t quite stop the butterflies in his stomach as Mrs. Ros hands Hazel a chocolate, letting the girl leave, therefore leaving Will alone. He surveys the room, and seeing no other place to sit, walks over to Nico’s table.

“Um, uh, hi.” Will tells the boy.

Nico looks up again, his big eyes focusing on Will. “Hi.”

Will stares at him. Nico sighs. “Name’s Nico di Angelo. If Hazel told you I was going to kill you, I won’t. Probably. If you’re scared, go sit with the Stoll brothers.” He gestures at two boys who were reading visual novels while occasionally stealing their classmates supplies.

Will looks back at Nico. “I’m Will Solace. And I think I’m alright here.”

Nico shrugs. “Your choice, Sunshi—” He bites his cheek, as if surprised by the words.

He turns back down to his book.

Sunshine. That’s what Will always call his Soulmate.

~~Nico’s P.O.V~~

The cite boy did make his morning somewhat better. Will. Will Solace. He was taller than Nico, with wavy golden hair and bright sparkling blue eyes. He reminded him a bit of Jason, but their air was completely different. Jason was, in a word, more like lightning, thanks to his love of storms and spur of the moment ideas. Will, if anything, reminded him more of sunshine, that being the reason in which Nico almost called him that.

Will was very pretty. Very. And Nico was pretty sure he picked up on a Southern accent. When the boy first walked in and Nico looked him over, he couldn’t help but to feel flustered. He seemed so, well, sunshiny. This kind of personality sometimes annoyed Nico, bug there was something that let Will pull it off.

Ugh. It was way too hot to be waring a hoodie. His thoughts circled back to his Soulmate. Stupid scribbles.

~~Timeskip~~

~~Nico’s P.O.V~~


The rest of English class had gone quietly, Will mentioning their other classes together. Nico had felt a bit happy about their similar schedule, but was pretty sure Will was planning to avoid him.

Then came Biology. Again, Will sat with Nico. He looks up at the uncertain blue eyed boy. “Feel free to sit. The chair won’t bite.”

Will raises an eyebrow, which Nico finds impossibly attractive. “And whatta 'bout you?”

Had to be a Southern accent.

Nico smirks. “Depends.”

Will shirts and sits down, although he still looks nervous. They talk more this time around. Will asks him where Nico’s from (Italy) (That apparently “Explains the accent. Pretty cool.”), if Hazel and him are really related (half-siblings), and a few other things.

The boys walk out of class together after turning in a worksheet. “Uh, I have Gym now. Hazel mentioned that you do to. Could ya'—could you show me where it is?”

Nico raises at the correction of his accent. “Sure, Southie.”

Will looks at him. “What?”

“Your accent. It’s not too strong, but it’s there.”

“Riiiight.”

The boys walk into the Gym room, were they are greeted by a middle age man. “Hey, Cupcakes! You’re the new student, I take it? Well, you’re in for a treat. Since it’s so hot, we’re using the pools today! You got your school issued swim suit, right, Cupcake?”

Will is silent for a second, as he takes in the Gym Coach. “Yeah, I mean, yes. I have it. Uh,” he glances at his schedule. “Coach Hedge.”

The mans nods appreciatively. “What’s your name, Cupcake?”

“Will Solace.”

Nico chuckles silently. Will looks like he’s waiting for a bomb to drop.

“Well, Solace, di Angelo will show you to the lockers.”

Nico guides Will to the changing room, and realizes. Pool. Changing. Scribbles.

Damn it. Fudging damn it.

~~Will’s P.O.V~~

Will takes a pen out of his pocket, writing on his hand. 'Hey, I have Gym, and we’re going to use the pools. The drawings will be in open view.’

A couple seconds later, his Soulmate answers. 'How coincidental. I’m in the same situation. I hate you.’

'No you don’t’

A small drawing of a skill show up, with the caption 'I will murder you.’

'No you won’t.’

His Soulmate doesn’t reply. Besides my shower stall, Nico grumbles something and turns the water on. I catch a few words. “Stupid scribbles— Murder —Ugh.”

At the same time, the answers of my Soulmate being to disappear, as if they are being washed away. My eyes widen. It’s just a coincidence. They have the to go to the pool too. It just happens to be at the same time as Nico.

Will turns on the water and watches as part of the scribbles disappear or fade, although many don’t go away completely.

A few minutes later, we both turn the water and walk out, letting some other boys file into the showers. Nic has a towel around his shoulders, which causes him to look absolutely adorable.

He looks over at me, then away again. I raise my eyebrows. I’m not using a towel, and am only wearing the swim trunks. Is Nico flustered? I don’t think he’s … Well, gay, but what if?

He looks back at me, not looking below my neck. “Pool’s over here.” He walks towards a door, and opens it. But I’m not paying so much attention to that as to his legs.

We walk outside, and I take notice of a blond girl sitting outside the pool with a timer, and a boy with dark hair doing laps. The boy reaches the end, and the girl presses the button. “Good job Percy! That took about three seconds less than last week.”

The boy makes unenthusiastic jazz hands. “Three seconds! Yes, very good job me!”

The girl rolls her eyes and slaps his shoulder, then looks up. “Hey Nico.”

“Hi Annabeth. Hey Percy.” The dark haired boy greets them. “This is Will Solace, he’s new.”

The two smile at Will. “Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson.” The girl says.

Percy squints at me, then Nico. “Is this one your type?” He asks Nico.

Annabeth looks up at the sky and mutters something, while Nico glares at Percy. “Are you ever going to let that go? Is it that hard to accept that I don’t like you anymore? Plus, you have a girlfriend, and she is right there. And I barely know Will.”

Will shakes his head confused. “I’m tempted to not even ask.”

Annabeth looks at Nico, who frowns, then shrugs. “Well,” she starts. “Nico used to like Percy. Last year, Nico told Percy about it, but also that he was over it because Percy wasn’t Nico’s type. Now Seaweed Brain over here is still hanged up about it, since even if he doesn’t feel that way about Nico, he can’t believe he isn’t his type.”

Well then. Nico was gay. Who would have thought?

Percy looks at Will’s arm. “Dude, what’s with all the scribbles? Did your Soulmate do that?”

“Actually, well, my cousins like to draw on me, and I let them. The agitated, faded black writing is my Soulmate wishing me death.”

The couple blinks. “Wow.”

But it’s Nico that catches his attention. He stares at Will’s arm, then his face, then, while using the towel as a cover, he looks at his arm.

He looks back up at Will, walks towards him and … .

Pushes him into the pool.

Will’s arms flail, and he looses balance, and fall, creating a large splash. He’s submerged in water for a second, the swim up. He break the surface.

“What was that for!?” Will complains.

Nico drops the towel, showing him his arm. Will’s eyes widen. “No way … .”

The four of us are all quiet for a moment. Then Nico balls up the towel, and throws it at Will’s face. “I am going to murder you.”

Will looks up at him. “Sorry, Sunshine, but that’s not Soulmate etiquette.”

Will grabs his foot, pulling Nico in. The smaller boy yelps, falling into Will. They go under the surface, and Will quickly kisses Nico’s cheek. They swim back up.

Nico splutters, blushing.“I am not sure whether to break your arm, or celebrate.” His voice sounds shocked and flustered, causing his Italian accent to thicken.

Will grins. “The way I see it, ya’ finally got yourself a type, Sunshine. That’s sounds like somethin’ to celebrate 'bout.”

Nico’s face flushes more, and Will hear him mumble 'stupid accent.’ He comes closer to Will and splashes his face. “Sorry Percy! You lose!”

“Hey!”

Annabeth laughs. While the couple banters with each other, Nico turns to Will, and pecks his lips. Now it’s Will turn to blush. “I still plan to kill you.”

“Feel free to kill me with love, Sunshine.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is my first go at a Soulmate AU, not to mention my first real Tumblr post, and Solangelo writing piece. Sorry if it sucks. Please leave constructive criticism!

Inked//Kim Yugyeom (Soulmates AU)

Originally posted by yugyeomism

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Soulmates au

Summary: You had desperately wanted to try and find him, but putting ink on your skin was terrifying to you.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun writing this scenario, I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara


All your life, you were told to never get any tattoos, and you always wondered why you weren’t allowed to. You had loved the idea of ink on your skin to commemorate meaningful things in your life, but your mom had always convinced you otherwise.

You had only found out the reason why when you were older; when you had confronted your mom about a little heart that appeared on your skin while you were in school. You felt no pain while it was appearing, but you watched it appear before your eyes, and no matter how much you attempted to scratch it off,  it didn’t wash away.

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Friendly Battle

Requested By: Anonymous

hi there!! i just started following you and i absolutely LOVE your acc/your writing. i was wondering if you could write a peter parker x reader inspired by the song “act my age” by hoodie allen. it’s a really fun song but idk what the plot could be? just a lot of funny banter, sarcasm, cheesy jokes, etc. a silly and happy kind of imagine i guess? thank you so much! :) xx

If you want to listen to the song, click here

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter had a goofy relationship, you both constantly messed with each other, doing your best to either embarrass one another or do the exact opposite and frustrate the living hell out of each other. You two were the definition of “friendship goals.”

Warnings: Nothing really major, slight swearing?? Some teasing, cuteness

Word Count: 2,338

A/N: This was really fun to write, the song gave me many different approaches to the storyline and I really like the outcome of it. I think they’re relationship is really cute and dorky and idk I just love it. Anyways I hope you enjoy! :)

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“Hey, Parker!” You shouted, making Peter’s head snap up quickly, only to be met with a paper ball hitting him in the face.

You and Ned let out fits of laughter, as Peter glared at the both of you.

“I’m going to get you back you know that right?” Peter smirked at you, making you smirk back.

“Bring it on.” You challenged, giving him one of your famous grins, you weren’t afraid of a little battle.

During the entire day of school, you and Peter were constantly at one another, whether it was bumping into each other in the hallway, or throwing something at one another.

The bell rung signaling that it was time for lunch, also meaning it was the perfect time to really mess with Peter.

When Peter wasn’t looking you quietly took his cookie off his tray, giving Ned a look not to spill the beans.

“What the- Y/N!” Peter shouted, he was checking all over his tray, he could have sworn he had gotten a cookie with his lunch, and now it was mysteriously gone.

Yes, Peter?” You smiled innocently, as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“I know you took my cookie, you -you thief!” He proclaimed, pointing a finger at you.

You dramatically gasped, slowly handing Ned the cookie underneath the table.

“I’m sorry Peter, but I don’t have your cookie.” You made a pouting face in a teasing manner, taking a sip of your water.

“That’s impossible, it had to of been you.” Peter stood up, walking around the table, checking your area where you sat, before huffing seeing you really did have it.

“Something isn’t adding up.” He spoke to himself, before noticing his cookie had reappeared on his plate.

Peter’s eyes squinted together, looking between you and Ned who had a goofy grin on his face.

“You traitor!” Peter accused Ned, who burst out laughing, making you laugh along with him.

“She told me to!” Ned defended himself, making you snort in response.

“Did not, he willingly helped me.” You smiled at Peter, who was already glaring at you playfully.

“I’ll remember this, don’t you worry.” Peter looked between the both of you, messing up your hair, which made you frown and glare at Peter.

“This is war.” Peter declared, breaking a piece of his cookie off and popping it into his mouth.

He was about to say something else, but got distracted by the taste of the cookie, he wasn’t going to lie, he was glad he got it back.

“Damn.. this really is a good cookie, you’re missing out Y/N, I would have shared it with you, but you did steal it from me so..” He smirked, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed, making Peter smile and continue eating his cookie happily.

The last bell of the day finally rang, meaning school was over, which you were extremely thrilled about.

Peter was walking with Ned, muttering how he wished Mr. Stark would stop treating him like a kid, which in return lead Ned to reply with well you are a kid, you’re fifteen.

Thus making Peter roll his eyes, before seeing you walking ahead of them, he told Ned he’d see him later, before he ran off to catch up with you.

However, you were trying to process the entire day, Peter hadn’t once messed with you all day, making you a bit anxious since he could attack at any moment.

Which is exactly what happened, you were walking to the subway, the only real transportation back home, only to be met with Peter appearing beside you out of nowhere.

Good lord!” You shouted, immediately covering your mouth as people gave you looks.

Peter smirked, feeling satisfied that he had startled you.

“Hey best friend.” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Peter I really dislike you sometimes, you know that right?” You joked, making him grin slightly.

“Oh I know, I sometimes really dislike you too, but that’s what makes our friendship great.” He glanced at you, seeing the smile on your face.

We don’t even fight,

We’re like oil and some vinegar.

“Do you want to come over later? We can do something fun?” Peter suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Sure, whatever you want Parker.” You joked, shoving his shoulder slightly, exiting the train since it was your stop.

“See you later Y/N.” He gave a goofy grin, making you laugh before walking off.

The entire afternoon you were trying to figure out what Peter could be planning, it was easy to tell he was up to something, he sucked at keeping secrets.

For hours you spent doing your homework, probably failing at it but you didn’t really care, it was just homework.

You felt your phone buzz, seeing it was from Peter.

Parker: hey u can come over now if u want :)

You: ok b there soon.

Parker: hurry up i’m lonely :((((

You: ur so needy smh

Parker: am not !!

You smiled to your phone, seeing Peter’s response, he was a complete and utter dork, something you loved about him.

You got onto the subway, and before you knew it you were arriving at his apartment door.

You knocked a few times before you heard the sounds of his footsteps rushing to the door.

“What took you so long? If I can remember correctly, I told you to hurryyyyyy.” He grinned, making you roll your eyes dramatically.

“I can only travel so fast Parker.” You smiled, patting his chest before entering his apartment.

“So what do you have in store for us tonight.” You glanced over at him, who was trying to hide the grin on his face.

“I thought we could go golfing, or maybe bowling?” He shrugged, laughing as he saw your eyes widen.

The only golf I ever tried to play was miniature.” You laughed, your face turning a bit pink.

“Lame.” He joked, making you stick your tongue out.

They say the way I act is immature.

“You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” Peter chuckled, making you smirk slightly.

“You’d be lost without me Parker, admit it, you need your crazy, childish best friend.” You smiled triumphantly, twirling your hair in-between your fingers.

Peter gave you a soft smile, making your insides melt a bit, you weren’t going to lie, there were moments that Peter made you feel certain emotions you couldn’t explain.

“Honestly Y/N, I would be lost without you.” He confessed, then wrapped his arms around you.

“But now that all that mushiness is over, lets go bowling.” He ruffled your hair, making you groan in annoyance.

Peter lived a few blocks away from the bowling alley, so you decided to walk there.

“You want to know a secret?” You spoke up, catching his attention.

“Do I want to know?” Peter looked at you suspiciously, making you smirk down at your shoes.

“It’s actually about you, I just never felt like sharing it until now.” You laughed quietly, making his eyes widen a bit.

“Oh god.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You know how we went to a party last week?” You smirked, looking at the buildings around you.

“Yeah.. Liz’s party right?” He clarified, making you nod in agreement.

“Well, you might have had too much to drink?” You giggled quietly, making his face turn a darker pink shade, he was so thankful it was dark out.

“What did I do?” He muttered, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Well it’s actually something we both did?” You spoke more of a question, making him even more confused.

“I might have had a little too much also.” You laughed, making his eyes widen.

“I may have.. you know.. asked you to sign my boobs.” You bit your lip slightly, trying to hold back your laughter.

Peter visibly swallowed, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

“D-Did I?” He stammered, making you let out a giggle.

“Indeed you did Parker, you even smiley faced your signature.” You smirked, making his face turn a deep red.

“Oh lord, I’m never drinking again.” Peter groaned, making you laugh in response.

“It was in sharpie too, it’s still there actually.” You looked over at him, who was staring at his shoes.

“I can’t believe I did that.” He laughed, making you smile slightly.

I don’t think I’m ever going to act my age, I wanna stay young, I wanna have fun. I want to be a teenager that makes stupid mistakes with their best friend.” You smiled, making Peter grin slightly, before picking you up and twirling you around.

“This is why I love having you as a best friend Y/N.” He laughed, before dragging you into the bowling alley.

You both walked up to the lane you were assigned, your inner competitiveness showing through both of you.

You walked up to the lane, ready to roll the ball, but freaked when you felt hands on your sides, tickling you.

Your ball flew out of your hands, going into the gutter, but you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Peter!” You shrieked, making him laugh along with you.

“Oops, you missed.” He grinned, making you glare at him playfully.

You both spent the entire game messing with each other, Peter kept constantly making you miss, making you extremely frustrated, while you did the exact same to him.

By the time the game was over, you both had done terrible.

“You’re terrible at bowling you know that right Parker?” You bumped into his shoulder, as he smirked.

“Am I really though?” He looked down at you, seeing your confused expression.

“What do you mean?” You looked up at him, seeing his smile turn into a grin.

“Bowling is one of my favorite sports,” He grinned, making you even more confused than before.

“Okay and?” You laughed, seeing his face still have the same grin.

“I was going to say, bowling is one of my favorite sports cause I always strike out with girls.” He laughed, making your eyes widen in shock.

“Peter!” You laughed, hitting his chest.

“You know it’s true, you’re one of them.” He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing full well he was right, but at this moment you didn’t really care.

You were just happy to have a friend like him.

And there ain’t nobody that can get in our way,

Oh, it’s all good, it’s alright, it’s okay,

We can live however we want,

I wanna stay young,

I wanna have fun,

So if that’s okay,

I don’t think I’m ever going to act my age.

Imagine being Mr. J’s girlfriend and trying to give one of the guard dogs a bath

(Idk I would just think he has a guarddog)

Originally posted by pretty-dead-dog

Y/n looked at the two sweet yet vicious dobermans sniffing her to make sure she wasn’t an imposter or a threat to Mr. J. “Frosty?” Y/n looked over at the statue-like guard next to her. “Yes, Y/N?” “When the last time that Smiley and Chuckles had a bath?” She noticed the look of confusion on Frosts face and made her mind. “That’s it! I’m giving them a bath!” 

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Mr. J growled at the disappearance of his dogs and his puppy-loving Y/n. “Where are they?” He was answered by the dogs running out covered in bubbles and soaking wet and a towel-wrapped, squealing Y/N. “Come back! You’re still wet!” Y/n skid to halt in front of Mr. J. He smiled at her wet form and wrapped a arm around her waist and yanked her flush against him. “Oh hi J~” She twirled a wet a strand of hair, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Oh hello my sweet devious girl~ care to join me for a bath?” He cackled while she blushed.

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.5

                                                 Part F I V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: let’s reach for 100, as usual! i really hope you guys enjoy this part as well (bc i kinda really like this part). im so happy to write this series and it makes me happy that ya’ll totally encourage me on it!! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, fivesix, seveneight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                  I M A G I N E 

Helsinki, 18:28 P.M. (last day in Finland, concert day)

“Where the fuck is it?” Calum growled, throwing Ashton’s clothing up in the air as he dug through his things. You watched in fear as Michael, Luke, and Ashton watched with you. 

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The Bet- A Cassian/Azriel/Mor Fic

….Listen my dudes, idk what to tell you, I’ve never written this pairing before, never really felt that inclined to either… But they wanted to bang…so I let them. Bless my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing!! 

Title: The Bet

Summary: Modern AU, established relationship. Cassian, Az and Mor have somewhere to be and while the boys are up their sleeping beauty is nowhere to be found. Az comes with a novel way of getting her out of bed….NSFW. Sin. Much sin ahead. You’ve been warned. 

Teaser: Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Link: AO3 

Azriel doesn’t look up from the piece of toast he’s slowly, precisely, buttering as he hears the unmistakeable sounds of Cassian sloping into the room behind him. His boyfriend doesn’t stop walking until he crashes, albeit gently, into Az’s back, jolting him against the counter. His thick, muscled arms slide easily around his waist and he nuzzles softly at his neck, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Mm, you smell like Mor,” is Cassian’s dreamy idea of a mumbled morning greeting.  

Az comes as close to grimacing that he ever does at that. “I think I used her shampoo this morning,” he confesses drily, now tipping coffee into the mug in front of him. Cassian lets out a gasp of mock horror at this and withdraws from him as though tainted. He claps him playfully on the shoulder, “Good luck,” is all he says before he heaves himself up onto the worktop, his heels knocking gently against the cupboard door.  

A soft smile traces Az’s lips as he slides the coffee towards Cassian who raises the mug in a grateful salute after grabbing it before taking a long draught. “I don’t think I have to worry about it,” he says evenly, melting out of the way to let Cassian at the toaster and hob, “She won’t be coherent enough to notice for a while yet.

Cassian glances over Azriel’s head towards the door of their bedroom, slightly ajar, revealing the darkness within, then he snorts. “It looks like the lair of some fell beast,” he observes, casually swiping a piece of Az’s buttered toast and transferring it to his mouth. Az huffs but doesn’t protest, considering it a fair trade for the half a pack of bacon Cassian has just slapped into a pan.  

Az makes a business of checking his watch, “At this time of the morning you’re not far wrong,” he murmurs, ambling to the fridge and pulling out eggs which he lays on the counter within easy reach of Cassian’s broad, deft hands.

Cass snorts at that assessment, barely even looking at what he’s doing as he cracks the eggs and transfers them to a bowl to whisk them up, “How long do we have before we need to leave?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“A few hours yet,” Az replies mildly, taking a small sip of his own coffee, “But she should get up now.”

Cassian snorts again, “You expect her to manage that without some sort of encouragement?” he demands, “Waking Mor up at this time is like waking the dead, we’d have an easier time finding a new girlfriend at the graveyard.”  

Az just smiles at that, watching his boyfriend work, “Mm, I’m quite fond of this one, as it happens,” he murmurs quietly.

He’s fully aware that he already has a plan to deal with their…situation. Cassian never eats his eggs scrambled this way, and his bacon is always half raw. Sure enough, a few moments later, tipping the eggs into a frying pan, Cass grins, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, leaning over and kissing Az on the cheek even as he rolls his eyes at the petname, ”I have just the thing. She’ll be up in a minute, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

 It’s Az’s turn to snort at that. Of the three of them, Cass is the one most likely to tend towards optimism but even by his standards that’s stretching the bounds of belief. “Okay fine, she’ll be conscious,” he amends irritably before waggling a spatula threateningly in Az’s direction, “you get to take over from there.”

“If you actually manage to get her up I’ll take over from there,” he promises faithfully, taking another idle sip of his coffee.  

“Ha,” Cass grins, “Just you wait, Az, she can never resist my cooking. Ever.” He reaches past him and swipes the large ‘princess’ mug out of the cupboard, filling it with coffee from the pot before dumping in a small mountain of sugar and half of their milk reserves into it with his customary grimace that anyone would dare besmirch the good name of coffee the way that Mor does.

Azriel just hums as Cassian starts to load Mor’s breakfast onto a tray, leaning against the worktop, saying nothing. As he starts to leave the room however, Mor’s breakfast arranged in the shape of a smiley face with tomato eyes, a bacon mouth, scrambled egg hair and a spikey toast hat however, Az dips down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Good luck,” he murmurs.

Cassian waves an airy hand, “Oh ye of little faith!” he huffs irritably as he sets off in the direction of their bedroom.  

Azriel waits patiently and he and his lack of faith are rewarded by a Cassian stomping out of the room five minutes later, caught somewhere between astonishment and dejection, resolutely munching a piece of Mor’s toast. “Unbelievable,” he grumbles, looking sincerely crestfallen. “She’s made of stone, Az, we’re dating a statute, I hope you know that.”

Az just smiles as Cassian helps himself to some of Mor’s eggs, clearly lamenting their wasteful scrambling. “That was never going to work,” he says smoothly.

Cassian lets out a good natured growl, now eating a piece of Mor’s bacon with his fingers. He brandishes it at Az, “I bet you a tenner you can’t get her out of bed before I can.”

Cass watches as Azriel considers this, can practically hear the cogs turning in that mysterious, shadowed brain of his. Finally, with a decisive little nod, he sets down his piece of toast and says, “Deal,” before padding towards their bedroom.  

Blinking, slightly startled by this sudden turn of events he calls after him, “On this try mind you!” Az just vaguely nods his agreement, gently pushing open the door at the end of the corridor. What a well meaning idiot, Cassian muses with a shake of the head, happily stuffing one of Mor’s tomatoes into his mouth. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, this breakfast was up to his finest high standards, but Az is taking part in a truly hopeless mission. Fire-breathing dragons would have been easier and safer to approach than their Morrigan this morning.

Cassian waits, shovelling down more of Mor’s bacon with what Az would probably consider indecent enthusiasm. Mor would understand though, he has to give this breakfast a proper funeral, worthy of her approval. He expects to see Az slinking back to him, defeated, rummaging irritably in his jeans for his wallet to offer him the spoils of his victory. He freezes, another piece of toast halfway to his mouth, loaded with scrambled eggs and dread – if Azriel fails in this task it’ll be his turn to rouse Mor again…He contemplates this for a few seconds then shovels the toast and egg into his mouth, deciding it’ll be worth it. His boyfriend had been so achingly sure of himself and while Cass doesn’t think that Az’s ego needs to be deflated any more than it already is, on the other hand he really does like the idea of him coughing up the bet money.  

Cassian waits some more, still devouring Mor’s breakfast, feeling a slight pang of worry for Az. In her current state, well aimed pillows might just be lethal, and he’s quite fond of Az’s pretty face…He decides to give it a few more minutes before launching an emergency rescue operation. Any second now he’s going to have to kiss that small frown from his beautiful face, console him even as he delightedly accepts his winnings.  

Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Gently pushing open the door, decorated with Az’s careful, neat lettering of their names (Cassian’s idea) and the small stick figures in the top left corner, (a drunken Mor’s contribution) he pauses to properly drink in the scene. Azriel is kneeling on the floor at the side of their bed, Mor’s long, golden legs hooked over his shoulders, his head buried between them. Mor is arching in pleasure, another faint moan spilling from her open lips as her body bows from the bed. Her hands fist the crisp white sheets, clutching at them as Az teases her with his tongue.  

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Seventeen Reaction: Seeing you in a lingerie for the first time.

A/N: Thought I’d put something out while I work on the next “Dating ___”. I feel like I say this all the time, but seriously feel free to leave any request you have and also maybe check out my other work if you’d like. Also I didn’t think this was too NSFW, but if anyone wants I can add the ‘read more’ option. 

S.Coups: Will go from 0 to 100. This man will be so thirsty for you, he wouldn’t even know how to react. First he’s all flustered but then he’s like “ uh did you dress up for me?” like yeah no duh 

Originally posted by kristian-do

Jeonghan: Angel who? Come again later because he ain’t here.  “Oh honey, now why would you wear that. You know it’s only going to stay on for less than a minute.” Just shakes his head as he walks towards you. You better get ready for the events that awaits. daddy

Originally posted by hanwooz

Joshua: So you think Joshua is this pure child who can only play the role of being a gentleman right? Well YEET- you’re wrong. When he first sees you in the lingerie he is starstruck, but that will only last for so long, because in just the blink of an eye your lingerie is now on the floor. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Originally posted by jihanlife

Jun: Jun would act like he’s all flustered about you being dressed so sexily, but who is he trying to fool here? not me, but lowkey he is a smol bean!! <3 In 0.12 seconds that act is long gone though and trust me that’s not the only thing gone ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Originally posted by mkayy-wenjunhoe1777

Hoshi: Hoshi, oh my what do I tell you? He absolutely does not know how to react. He’s so inexperience, like he can’t actually believe you would even dress in this manner; especially for him. “Wow, you look beautiful. I-” starts stuttering because you look like a dime.  

Originally posted by howon

Wonwoo: When you first walk in your shared bedroom, Wonwoo’s eyes are glued on his computer monitor. It takes a few seconds to get his attention, but trust me the small wait would be worth it. The minute his eyes are on your body, be prepared for some serious body worshiping.

Originally posted by soohuis

Woozi: At first when Woozi sees you in your outfit  he doesn’t really have an initial reaction since he’s still jet lagged from the traveling, but as soon as his brain starts to process what’s going on around him… hmm boy this bean will be so flustered up. “You look- uh” he can’t even form a coherent sentence. 

Originally posted by woozioppa

Mingyu: “Mingyu? Mingyu? Mingyu? Oh my fucking gosh, he’s fucking dead.” Okay but seriously, this guy’s mind would just start wandering. Doesn’t even know what to do besides stare at you. “Mingyu? You there?” you ask. nope

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

The8: From the moment Minghao lays his eyes on you, you best believe that he will waste no time in getting his hands on you. Minghao’s eyes would be filled with lust, about to get this show on the road. ok but this gif tho

Originally posted by ftwonwoo

DK: At first glance Seokmin doesn’t think much about what’s going on, but after taking a second look at you. Whoo, his eyes would grow twice in size. Seokmin would be a little bit more softer with his praises and remarks, ya know being the gentleman he is and all. still knows how to work it though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Originally posted by jongindiaries

Seungkwan: Oh this kid… The minute he walked in on you lying on the bed in a lingerie, oooo his mind will just turn into smush. Seungkwan would stand there staring you down, thinking about the things he wants to do to you. 

Originally posted by dank-svt-memes

Vernon: Vernon can be walking into the house looking all cute and smiley and the second he sees you waiting for him in your lingerie, his face will just change in a hot second. ”Why don’t I help you take that off and maybe we can get some stuff going in the bedroom, yeah?” holy heck he’s so confident and cocky i luv

Originally posted by hanwooz

Dino: You thought you were going to get a reaction from this child. sorrynotsorry I don’t make up the rules, Jeonghan does. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Originally posted by jeong-hanie

Distractions pt 11

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Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4856

Originally posted by yoonmin

Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.

After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something. 

The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.

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marauders x 100 midnight thoughts
  1. “I wonder why McGonagall wears that hat all the time”
  2. “dyou guys think Evans would say yes if I asked her to Hogsmeade?”
  3. “I really do have fabulous hair, dont I?” “shut up, Padfoot.”
  4. “I could use a butterbeer right now”
  5. “if we cut our hair, would our animagi form be shaved?”
  6. “I should not have eaten that second piece of pie”
  7. “where IS Sirius??”
  8. “I wonder if anyone lives on the moon”
  9. “its so bloody dark in here”
  10. “did any of you see that cat in Dumbledore’s office?”
  11. “why are there so many staircases?”
  12. “why does Padfoot get all the girls”
  13. “I really hate tomatoes”
  14. “could I learn to actually speak dog?”
  15. “I’m seriously considering sneaking out”
  16. “why do we keep so much stuff on the floor?”
  17. “MERLIN’S BEARD Moony, your books weigh tons!”
  18. “what was that crashing noise? is someone sneaking out???”
  19. “did we have herbology homework?”
  20. “I need to get less linty socks”
  21. “why do americans think tomato rhymes with potato?”
  22. “I hope I didn’t fail that exam…”
  23. “how did I get stuck with Wormtail for a nickname”
  24. “we need to add the new passage to the map”
  25. “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”
  26. “I just realised I’m not wearing any pants”
  27. “any particular reason Padfoot isn’t wearing pants?”
  28. “how many days until the holidays?”
  29. “I really fancy a chocolate frog about now”
  30. “to whom it may concern: I’ll kill you for eating all the chocolate frogs”
  31. “how best to ask Evans to Hogsmeade…”
  32. “don’t be surprised if I’m not at lessons tomorrow”
  33. “I can’t BELIEVE we lost that match”
  34. “full moon next week.. we’d better start preparing”
  35. “stars above, Wormtail, where have you been hiding all that food?”
  36. “but what do the Muggles use the internet for
  37. “just because you’ve grown up magical doesn’t mean we all have”
  38. “that idiot Malfoy set my robes on fire this morning”
  39. “double transfiguration tomorrow”
  40. “and McGonagall is already onto us…”
  41. “I still do not understand how she could hang out with him
  42. “brooding about Snivellus again, Prongs?”
  43. “midnight is my brooding time”
  44. “I absolutely cannot take another holiday with my abysmal family”
  45. “Prongs, I’m cold” “Padfoot you idiot you’ve left the window open”
  46. “where’s the light coming from? whuzzat?”
  47. “one more chapter guys, then I promise I’m done”
  48. “remind me to deck you in the morning, Prongs”
  49. “running low on Honeydukes supply…”
  50. “tomorrow, homework. tonight, we prank the Slytherins.”
  51. “Prongs, why are you making the annoyed deer noise?”
  52. “we’re just… stuck here in school while a war happens. it’s infuriating”
  53. “now is not the right time to be existential”
  54. “yeah, or to have a death wish”
  55. “do you ever wanna just…. leave”
  56. “why am I even friends with you”
  57. “dogs are man’s best friend, remember?”
  58. “I think I should write inspirational sayings for a living”
  59. “I’m hungry. let’s bribe the house elves into letting us into the kitchen”
  60. “you are literally always hungry. shut up”
  61. “that thing you’re thinking? stop thinking it”
  62. “but like… why do you think my animagus is a rat?”
  63. “I’m emotionally unstable, Padfoot”
  64. “everything is louder when you’re a dog”
  65. “hold up. you’re telling me we were supposed to attend classes today?”
  66. “it’s a tuesday, idiot. of course we were meant to be in class”
  67. “that one girl… looking at us weirdly… she knOWS OUR SECRET !!!”
  68. “paranoia doesn’t suit you, Moony”
  69. “my feet… so cold… of all the unfairness…”
  70. “road trip. what we need is a road trip. all five of us.”
  71. five of us, Prongs? when did we become five?’
  72. “when His Royal Dorkishness finally convinced Lily he wasn’t a jerk”
  73. “we could take a car, a real muggle one !”
  74. “I call shotgun.” “you can’t call shotgun on a nonexistent trip” “watch me”
  75. “I’m adopting a bird” “you already have a bird. feathery, delivers mail?”
  76. “why doesn’t Hogwarts have a musical?”
  77. “okay but hear me out…” “nothing good ever started with that”
  78. “burn it. you can’t fool me, Pads, I saw the letter from your mum. burn it.”
  79. “is your hair… in braids ??????????
  80. “how do you think people would react if I just started wearing a tiara”
  81. “better pay attention in defence next week- werewolf unit”
  82. “who exactly does our laundry? its not me. is it you? dumbledore?”
  83. “the house elves, you dolt, the house elves”
  84. “yeah, and all my clothes are darks. whats up with that?”
  85. “it’s a side effect of being punk rock, I think”
  86. “I’ve got ten galleons on that match tomorrow, make me proud Prongs”
  87. “can you make sure Lily’s watching?”
  88. “you should look over at her every 2-3.5 minutes to make sure”
  89. “actually I think I’ll just appoint Moony to watch her the whole time”
  90. “but why… do we wear shoes… or even socks…”
  91. “guYs I’m an artist !!!! I drew a smiley with perfect proportions!”
  92. “oh so Padfoot can have a man bun but on me it just looks weird?”
  93. “is someone hurt ??? there’s wailing?? are you dYing ??????” 
  94. “nah, Wormtail’s just singing in the shower again”
  95. “merry christmas!” “mate its april go back to sleep”
  96. “I’ve got it. I’ll send myself a flattering howler and then lily will hear…”
  97. “…and think you’re a self absorbed idiot. face it, Prongs.”
  98. “tomorrow, the full moon.”
  99. “tomorrow, we help Moony survive. whatever it takes.”
  100. “tomorrow, I’ll survive for them. whatever it takes.”
Mark’s Kiss - Pt. 2 of Mark’s “Types of Kisses” Series

Originally posted by j-miki

member: mark
rating: nc-17
genre: smut
word count: 2987

A/N: And here’s part 2 that someone requested!! Thank you for your support, everyone <3 You can read Part One here.

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