my room have too much pink i cant even explain why

The Proposal Part 7

Originally posted by emreturkmen

The Proposal Masterlist

(HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY TO THE GUBE OMG I LOVE HIM AND THANK GOD FOR HIM AND CRIMINAL MINDS EVERYDAY. I was rushing to post this so it might be terrible)

Contains: Angst

(only 2 more parts- technically 1 if you don’t count the epilogue)

@sonnyalice: SPENCER WHAT THE HELL CASH ME THE FUCK OUTSIDE HOWBOW DAT

Anonymous: I AM SHOOK ABOUT PT 6 PLEASE RESOLVE THIS IM YELLING

Anonymous: Holy heck! Spencer no!!!! Gosh we need part 7 of the proposal asap!

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Awkward was one way to put your relationship with Spencer. Other words to fill that category was weird, lonely and depressing. You longed for him to just talked to you or…something.

Spencer was barely acknowledging your presence, and you were lucky that he was even sticking around. Why? You weren’t really sure. Maybe he was still guilty about your father.

It seemed his presence was hurting you more then helping you. Your heart ached every time he walked past you, heart still fluttering whenever he accidentally touched you. At least at work he was behind the doors and you could serve without worrying that you were going to bump into him.

Your lovesick disease only seemed to get worse when Spencer announced he was going to be spending nights with /her/ and sneaking in early in case your mother came back around. Apparently you repulsed him to the core so much that he couldn’t even sleep in the same area as you.

At the moment, you were staring out the window of the living room, hating yourself. More so for the fact that you looked like Bella Swan from the second twilight movie. Well, it was a close second.

“Why are you moping about? Haven’t you heard I’m back?” A familiar voice made you jump, wrapping your arms around your sister’s frame. “That’s more like it Y/n!” She laughed, her arms sliding around to meet your back.

“I totally forgot that you were coming back this week!  I’ve just had so much on my mind lately!” You tried explaining.

“I bet! Wedding aren’t easy to plan you know! Take it from me, I just had one… So, how are you and your fiancée?” She made her way through the house, seeming to inspect it for something.

“Uh, yeah, about that…” You started, trying to figure out how to tell her about everything without seeming like a jerk that was lying to your father and stealing your sisters spotlight.

“Let’s not talk about this in here, c'mon, let’s do something fun….like shopping, or drinking.” She waggled her brows, shooing you to grab your purse. You forgot how eccentric your sister was. You weren’t sure how much you missed that certain feature.

After what your sister like to call “Treat yourself- bride edition”, she made you wear one of the outfits out of the store and wear it out. You had no idea what game she was trying to play, but you knew she was up to something. Especially when she brought you to a bar. Sure, she enjoyed a glass of wine every now and then but had said multiple times that he was not an avid enthusiast for bars. More so now then ever because she was married and guys would be trying to hit on her all night.

“Alright, answer some of my questions. How is Spencer? How are you?” She asked when the both of you were situated with your drinks. You spun your stirrer straw slowly, stumbling around on trying to form a sentence.

“Do you remember Mattie Noel?” You asked, and she nodded, eyes squinting with suspicion. “She's…tried latching her hooks onto him.” You put it out there as best as you could, watching as she moved her hand in a dismissive way. “Spencer only has eyes for you, trust me. Don’t worry about that bitch.” You almost laughed at how ironic that sentence was, taking a large gulp of your drink. After some more minutes of conversation, someone’s phone started to ring loudly.

“Oh shoot, I think that’s me.” Your sister set her drink down, digging through her purse, stopping and wincing. “Y/n, I think I left my phone at your house when I came to pick you up!” Your sister slapped her face, zipping back up her purse. “What if it’s (h/h/n)? It’s it okay if we head back to the guest house?”

“Oh yeah, of course.” You placed done your drink, standing up and pretending to dust yourself off. You weren’t really feeling the scene anyways, bars never really being your thing.

The drive was filled with your sister filling you in on her honeymoon, literally, /everything// about her honeymoon, talking about future plans and trying to ask about you and Spencer. You tried avoiding most of the questions, and it seemed to work.

“Alright, let’s go.” You stated once you pulled up to the driveway in front of the guest house. You thought you saw a light turn off and you shook your head, thinking you must be finally losing it.

“Um. I’m not exactly sure where you left it but feel free to- AH!” You fell back into the wall as you opened the door and flipped the light switch only to be met with about 15 pairs of eyes. “What the- W-what the…” Your own orbs were wide and brows furrowed. Your sister laughed, patting your shoulder reassuringly.

“Surprise! It’s your bridal shower!” She bounced excitedly, leading you over to a chair. You started to recognize your friends from back home, your mother, your sister and a few friends from the restaurant.

“This really wasn’t necessary…” You mumbled, stumbling a bit. “Really. I don’t deserve your gifts.” You waved your friends off, cheeks pinking. If they only knew how much you really didn’t deserve this.

“Here, open mine first!” Your sister thrusted a bright pink box into your lap, and you almost rolled your eyes at the obnoxious color but opened it nonetheless. Through the hours, you opened all the gifts (some more appropriate then others), drank some wine, and failed to notice your mother’s quietness.

“There’s still one more gift! It’s from mom!” Your sister cried, bringing out the last wrapped box. Your mother’s face seemed to pale and she opened her mouth to say something when your sister interrupted her. “I saw it hidden in the closet and figured you must have forgot about where you put it. It was no problem really. Now, c'mon y/n, open it up.”

After taking off the bright paper and the Macy’s box that your mother used for every holiday box, you were met with a book, a picture of Spencer on one knee at your sister’s wedding, when you forced him to propose to you on the top. “What’s this?” You softly asked, fingers rubbing Spencer’s frame over the plastic covering.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I was just digging through the basement and some old pictures came up. Add those with the ones I’ve been taking of the two of you and….” Her sentence faded out as you started flipping through the pages.

Pictures of you and Spencer as toddlers, chubby limbs wrapped up in each other. As little kids, reading or “cooking”. Spencer trying to teach you how to play chess when you were 12, always losing because you believed the pawns were more important then any other piece. Rare visits to Caltech when you were both 14, both awkward and gangly. Pictures of you at Spencer’s graduation and vice-versa. The pictures didn’t pick back up until the wedding, a few candid shots, pictures of you both working at the restaurant and sitting on the couch when you were watching Star Wars. Lastly, the proposal once more, zoomed in on both your faces. Even though you had just shoved him on the ground exactly 2 seconds earlier, Spencer looked focused, and your fake smile looked genuine.

“I cant do this anymore.” You whispered, shocking yourself when a tear landed on the scrapbook page. “I’m so sorry. You guys…” You got up, rushing out of the room, the cold air kissing your face once you escaped through the front door.

“Hon! Honey! Come back!” Your mother called after you, following you outside. “Y/n, baby, I know.” You looked up at her, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

“You know? You know that this whole thing was fake?” You asked, throwing up your arms in the air. If your mother could see it, then everyone else probably knew too. God, this whole thing was so stupid. Why did the idea even pop into her head?

“I saw him making out with another girl while I was trying to book a wedding venue.” Your mom explained, hand coming up to cup your cheek. Your own hand came to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“No mom, I have to be honest with you, this whole marriage was a sham. I forced Spencer to propose to me.” She stepped back, head cocking to the side and brows raising. “Dad said he wished he could have two daughters married….” You explained, and your mother seemed to understand.

“Darling, he didn’t mean it in this way..” She engulfed you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. “You’re still in love with him aren’t you? You have been since before you knew what love was.” She asked and you nodded, cries beginning, thankful that they were slightly muffled.

“It’s okay honey, let it all out.”

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(3rd Person POV)

Overtime, your comments really started to bug Spencer. Your tone, your bitter words, kept repeating in his mind and for the millionth time he wished that he didn’t have an eidetic memory. He couldn’t believe you had spoken to him that way. You had never expressed that type of rage before.

He had known you for practically his entire life and you had never steered him wrong, always being the person to try and draw him out of his shell. Always his defender, his best friend until you two had started drifting apart after you graduated and he joined the FBI. Even then, you would try to call once every month, trying to keep updated with him, his life, job, mother, etc.

Spencer usually had a good intuition about people, and Mattie seemed lovely enough, so why would Y/n tell him all those awful things about the woman he had start to care for?

“You know, Y/n told me that you used to know each other in high school. What was that like? Were you guys friends?” He tried to subtly press the subject. Mattie laughed, taking a sip of her drink and leaning her head on her hand, eyes slightly glossing over in a nostalgic manner.

“Well, I used to pick on her.” She shrugged, taking a bite of her food like what she had just said was nothing. “I mean, she deserved right?” Spencer was in the middle of picking up his glass to take a sip when he stopped at her remark.

“What do you mean by that?” Mattie seemed confused that she was even asked a question like that but out of the corner of her mind, she remembered that someone like him didn’t attend their high school.

“She was like a blister, ugly to look at, you know. She always had to let everyone know how she was smarter then everyone else. She didn’t let me cheat or anything and… well, just annoying really. She hasn’t changed much since high school.” Spencer seemed to stare at her for what felt like an eternity.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” Mattie’s brows raised. “I mean, you’ve known her for a little while right? Isn’t she just…annoying? I mean, she asked you to marry her because she’s too pathetic to find herself an actual fiancé.” Spencer couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, and had to stop his jaw from dropping. It all made sense now, everything you said!

“Oh my- I actually defended you against her! I’m so stupid, I should have known Y/n would never lie to me! She never has before!” Spencer stood up, running his hands over his face angrily. “You…I can’t even come up with any words to describe a snake like you!” He stormed off, already trying to work on how to fix everything he did.

“Does this mean we’re breaking up?” She screeched, and Spencer ignored her, running outside to hail a cab. He quickly dialed your number and the call ended up going straight to voicemail. A second and third time, voicemail. Either something was wrong or you were still pissed off. Yo had every right to be. Oh god, why didn’t he listen to you?!

After yelling your address to the cab driver, he dialed Morgan, quickly explaining everything that had developed recently. Being Spencer’s friend, Morgan tried not to judge too harshly, but couldn’t help the exasperated sigh that escaped his mouth as he said, “Sounds like she’s in love with you, you idiot. You don’t even have to be a profiler to figure that one out buddy.”

“Well- I- I- Uh-” Spencer stumbled a bit, his brain fried. “Spencer,’ his friend scolded through the phone speaker. How do you feel about Y/n?” Morgan was met with silence and he sighed. “What I mean is…. can you be yourself around Y/n? Do you think about her when she isn’t in the room? How would you feel if she had asked someone else to be in your shoes hm?” Spencer stayed quiet for another moment.

If I’m honest, I’m more comfortable with her then anyone, even you guys. I think about her a lot, although recent thoughts weren’t exactly….romantic. If she had asked someone else,’ Spencer whistled lowly. “I wouldn’t have…I… I don’t like that question. She asked me, that’s that.” He answered, brows furrowing when he heard his friends laughter on the other end of the line.

“Then she’s the one. Simple as that. ”

“I…have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up when he saw your house approaching in the window of the cab, exiting the vehicle and throwing a random wad of cash at the driver, bolting for the guest house. He fumbled with the keys before finally opening the door.

“Y/n! Y/n!” He yelled throughout the guest house, realizing you were gone. He ran over to the main house, which was locked, and looked through all the windows like a mad man. He dialed your number 2 more times and grunted loudly when your automated voice message met his ears instead of your voice. His phone rang just before he was able to dial your number again, and he immediately answered it. “Y/n?”

“Her mother.” An unamused voice greeted his ears. “Listen, before you say another word, Y/n’s father is at the hospital, not that you seem to care. Hopefully I haven’t interrupted your making out sessions hm? Anyways, just figured I’d let you know since you seemed so eager to be a part of this family…” Your mother snapped, hanging up.

The hospital?

“Oh no..” He mumbled dialing for a cab, only thinking of you.

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After the Stripper Pole Banquet Incident™, Victor guides drunk!Yuuri back to his hotel room.  Aka desperately pining!Victor is canon and also all I’ve ever wanted.

By Phyona (ao3) (and another victuuri ficlet by me)


Victor has no idea how he ends up being the one charged with guiding a plastered Yuuri Katsuki back to his hotel room, but he admits he didn’t put up much of a fight.  

As they stumble down the hall, his arm around Yuuri’s waist, Victor can’t explain the tingling flutter of warmth in his chest.  Before the banquet, he hadn’t even known who the Japanese skater was. Now, he doesn’t think he’s ever going to forget.

Yuuri is muttering, his hand resting sluggishly on the side of Victor’s neck, his feet dragging on the carpet.  If Victor wasn’t in impeccable shape he’d have difficulty keeping him upright.

“Are you sure you’re in 304?” Victor asks.

“Positive.  Mostly. Mostly positive.  If I’m wrong, you could just take me back to your room,” Yuuri slurs, shooting Victor a downright scandalous wink.  “I promise I don’t steal the covers.”  Victor’s eyes bulge, his cheeks flaring with heat.

“I think it’s best if you sleep in your own room.” He doesn’t add that he can’t fully trust himself.  Yuuri wasn’t the only one sampling the champagne, or dancing like a fool.

“Your loss.”

Victor doesn’t disagree.

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask for RFA member and Saeran plus V with their child, talking how much they love Mc? Thank you

such a sweet and fluffy request! WELP TIME TO ADD IN SOME ANGST FOR SOME OF THEM - forgive me for this hahaha. (also i might have gone off track with a couple of the RFA peeps from your question - nevertheless, hope you enjoy this!)

Yoosung

  • babies. are. terrifying.
  • haru, his beloved baby son, sits on the floor screaming at the top of his lungs
  • yoosung is at his wit’s end. he gave his baby everything he could think of! teething toys, his pacifier, his favorite stuffed animal - but haru continues to scream his head off
  • at this point yoosung is balled up into fetal position, contemplating whether he should call you or not and beg you to come home
  • even lisa the cat dashes somewhere else the house, escaping haru’s inhumane crying
  • it’s been fifteen minutes and your baby is bawling his eyes out
  • it’s been like this for only an hour since your absence 
  • yoosung is close to crying himself when he remembers you won’t come back for another three days
  • but he has to strong! he’s a good dad…he has to dependable! 
  • turning back to haru, whose chubby little face is completely wet with snot and tears, yoosung dare approaches the terrifying smol human bean
  • “hey. hey.” yoosung calls out softly, stroking haru’s fluffy hair
  • haru’s big watery purple eyes takes once glance at his dad
  • he quiets down for a moment
  • can yoosung hope?
  • nope
  • the baby scrunches his face up and goes back to crying
  • quickly, yoosung plops haru into his lap
  • “shh, shh, hey hey, please don’t cry! please! i don’t know what im doing wrong…”
  • haru continues to wail
  • yoosung shuts his eyes, racking his throbbing head for any idea
  • “mommy’s gonna come back. you miss her? i miss her too. this house already feels so empty without her.” he admits, burying his face into haru’s soft, wispy hair. 
  • haru squirms, hiccuping
  • yoosung gets up with haru tucked in his arm, and heads to the kitchen to retrieve a sippy cup
  • he continues to talk about you, a wife and loving mother, to baby haru
  • yoosung isn’t quite sure why he’s talking to haru as if he were a grown adult. but it’s soothing to talk and think about you
  • haru’s sobbing eventually quiets into sparse sniffles
  • finally, finally haru falls asleep in yoosung’s arm after he finished saying his thoughts aloud of what he really thinks of you
  • yoosung finally tears up when he sees haru calmed down
  • thank god
  • he collapses on the coach with haru nestled into his chest, and the household is once again peaceful

Zen

  • you and zen may not have worked out as a married couple, but you sure as hell made a great divorced couple
  • you thought you could handle it. zen working pretty much 24/7, the media watching you like a hawk waiting for you to slip up so they can profit off of it, zen’s increasingly growing fanbase and career
  • but you broke it off on peaceful terms after you both finally admitted your relationship can’t work out
  • no matter how much the media tried to ruin your image, bring nari into the picture, or spread lies about you both
  • zen still supported you by helping take care of nari and joint custody
  • one night he came home late with nari
  • he smiles sheepishly at you, taking off the shades to reveal his red eyes
  • “sorry for returning her so late. may i tuck her into bed?”
  • you nod, returning a polite smile back. 
  • nari giggles in her father’s arms, looking at him with stars in her eyes. she loved tagging along with zen and watching him rehearse - only at the ripe age of six, and she’s begging you to learn dance “just like her daddy!”
  • you busy yourself, waiting patiently for zen to escort himself out
  • he doesn’t come out of nari’s bedroom and 10 minutes already passed
  • you sigh a bit to yourself. it’s getting late, and you hate being that kind of parent. but you cant let zen over welcome his stay
  • creeping down the hallway, you can hear zen’s soft and soothing voice, speaking to nari
  • “…you and mommy love each other?” nari asks
  • “of course, we’re friends,” zen laughs. you smile a bit, hearing his laughter. it’s sort of nostalgic
  • “if you love each other, why dont you live with mommy and me?”
  • your breath is taken away for a second. your heart aches. of course nari would ask this sort of question.
  • there’s a pause from zen. 
  • you lean against the wall, gripping your arm. you hold your breath in anticipation
  • you should’ve stepped in instead of listening
  • “i…i love your mother. of course i do. but sometimes, things don’t work out between people. but we’re very good friends, i can say that. what matters is your mommy and i care for you, so so much.”
  • okay, now you might really cry. you can hear it in zen’s voice as well, from the way it wobbles at some parts, threatening to fall unravel
  • you walk into the room, as if you didn’t hear anything
  • “time for dad to go, say goodnight nari.” you don’t look at him, because you know you might not be able to hold it together
  • but it was so hard looking at nari. she had her father’s eyes

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Voices

A Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster Mini-series

Summary: You meet a clumsy guy on the streets of Seoul, and it just so happens that he’s one of the nation’s most well-known idols….and he’s interested in you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7Chapter 8 Chapter 9Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17Chapter 18 Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 (Final) Epilogue

Originally posted by taestylips

Chapter 5

You wake up to movement in the room, opening your eyes groggily and expecting to see Izzy messing around with your stuff.

But you almost have a heart attack when you see a pink haired guy instead, hopping around the room as he tries to put socks on, wearing only a pair of black skinny jeans.

‘Shit.’ you groan, turning your face into the pillow and smelling a boyish scent, confirming what you had suspected- this was definitely not your room.

'Am I really that bad to wake up to?’ he murmurs in a slightly rough morning voice, turning to look at you and seeing you curled up in the bed, hair covering your face, the sight making him chuckle as he walks back over to you and sits beside you on the bed.

'No…I’m just going to get so much shit from my friend for not going back last night.’ you groan, turning your head to peek up at him and seeing him chuckling softly to himself as he continues to pull a shirt over his head.

You pout at the lost sight of his bare skin, blushing when you look up to see him watching you and covering your face as you realise you hadn’t taken your makeup off last night, after…

'I had a great night last night.’ he comments, seeing where your thoughts had taken you by the expression on your face, smiling mischievously when you look up at him.

'I’d like to see you again…if that’s okay?’ he asks timidly, reaching out to brush your hair away from your face affectionately, and you tremble at the intimate move, feeling strangely at peace in his presence.

'I’d like to see you again too…’ you murmur, cringing at your own shyness and watching him chuckle quietly.

'Well-’

'Hyung! Have you seen my-’

You freeze as the door to the room is opened, a boy with dark brown hair, soft yet angular features and of similar height to Namjoon standing in the doorway with a shocked expression on his face as his eyes land on you.

'YAH! Jungkook! Get OUT!’ Namjoon shouts, turning on the other boy with a deadly look and you watch as Jungkook quickly backs out of the door, slamming it shut behind him.

'Ugh, I’m sorry about that…I thought i’d be able to smuggle you out without the others knowing…but I guess that’s a bit late now.’ he grumbles, hanging his head and you chuckle as you sit up, patting his shoulder sympathetically- knowing you’d feel the same if it was Izzy- and letting your hand slide down to his chest, looking up at him timidly as he peers up at you from beneath his brows.

'You have really pretty eyes, you know that?’ he asks, watching you intently and you cant help but smile as you look back at him, feeling your heart race in your chest.

'What are you doing later?’ he asks, pulling your hand from his chest and bringing it to his lips to drop small kisses to your knuckles.

'I’m busy actually…I’m going to a concert with my friend.’ you explain seeing his eyes flash knowingly before he’s grinning at you, and dropping a surprise kiss to your lips.

'Thats a shame…I was hoping to see you again, but I guess it can wait.’ he murmurs, still trying to hide a grin and you’re about to ask him why he was acting so weird when you both hear shuffling outside the door and he sighs as he gets up to investigate.

'Can I help you?’ he asks, suddenly pulling the door open and you hear a few shocked gasps as the people who had been listening suddenly jump back from the door.

'Ugh, we-we were just w-wondering…if you were, uh, almost ready to leave, hyung?..’ a hopeful voice asks, and you see another boy with brunette hair and joyfully bright eyes peer over Namjoon’s shoulder, raising his eyebrows when he sees you and muttering something to those behind him, making you blush as you sit and watch the interaction, biting your lip to contain your laughter as you see another boy, this time with bright orange hair, peek out from under Namjoon’s arm, looking shocked as he looks at you, before grinning excitedly and waving.

'Yah! I’ll be out in a minute…just leave without me- I’ll meet you at the practise room!’ Namjoon says in annoyance, trying to kick them out of the door and you cant help but giggle as they all try to get one final look at you, their excited voices being heard even after he’d shut the door.

'I’m sorry about them, I didn’t realise they’d be like this if I brought someone back.’ he murmurs, slowly walking back to you and smiling sheepishly as he sees you looking smugly at him.

'They seem quite sweet- very caring of their hyung.’ you comment, giggling as he rolls his eyes at you.

'Actually, Hoseok is slightly older than me, but he still acts like a child most of the time.’ he responds, picking up your clothes from the floor and passing them to you with a smile.

'So how many of you are there?’ you ask curiously, putting on your bra with some effort, smiling to yourself when he busies himself with finding accessories- studiously trying not to look at you.

'Ugh…seven in total, Jin’s the oldest, then Yoongi, Hoseok, Myself- and the youngest are Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook- it can get quite crowded here.’ he finishes, finally turning to look at you and seeing you with your tshirt on, just finishing doing up your jeans as you look back at him.

'Wow, I mean, I thought there were a lot of people with just the ones in the door a minute ago…but seven?’ you say with raised eyebrows, not believing that that many people lived in this small apartment.

'So, who do you share this room with?’ you ask, nodding your head towards the other bed and seeing him smirk as he walks over to you, a cheeky grin on his face as he settles his hands on your hips, humming as he looks you over and making you blush.

'Jungkook…but he slept in with Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok last night…something about me snoring too loudly I expect.’ he explains, grinning at you when your smirk.

'I mean, I wasn’t going to say anything…-AH! NO, I’m ticklish!’ you scream, falling back onto the bed as he continues to dig his fingers into your ribs in revenge for your comment.

'Namjoon-ah, come on! We have to-’

You quickly sit up when you hear the door open, hiding behind your hands as Namjoon turns to address the person at the door, subtly hiding you with his body.

'Yoongi-hyung, I’ll be right-’

'Who’s this?’ Yoongi asks- in korean, cutting off the guy in front of you and you bite your lip as you peek out from behind him, smiling sheepishly at the shorter guy in the doorway and standing up to greet him.

'Annyeonghaseo, Jeoneun Y/N-imnida, Cheoeum boepgesseumnida.’ you greet him, eyes flickering to Namjoon to see if you had got the greeting right, watching as he sucks his lips into his mouth and nods at you quickly.

'Ah, it appears the dongsaengs weren’t lying-’

'Look, hyung I know I shouldn’t have girls in the dorm, but-’

'Actually, I was on about the fact that they said she was really pretty.’ Yoongi cuts him off, quirking an eyebrow at you as if to ask if you understood what he was saying and you bow thankfully in response- glad that your understanding of korean language was better than your speaking.

'Oh, well, Yeah…um, she is- She was actually just leaving.’ Namjoon explains, nodding at you and you quickly nod with him, grabbing your beanie and your coat and quickly sliding them on, smiling at both of them when you’re done to signal that you’re good to go.

'Well, I guess i’ll see you around.’ you say, switching to english as you dont trust yourself to accurately say it in Korean.

'I’ll show you out.’ he says quickly, nodding at Yoongi to move out of the doorway- which he does, and pulling you down the corridor to the front room, eyeballing the boys sat on the sofas watching you with interest, and grumbling to himself when you wave at them shyly, quickly shuffling to keep up with Namjoon as he heads to the door, blocking everyone’s view of you as much as he can as you put your high tops back on. He opens the door and guides you into the corridor quickly, stepping out with you and rolling his eyes as the others shout their farewells to you, before they’re cut off by Namjoon slamming the door shut.

'I guess i’ll see you soon then?’ you ask shyly, rubbing nervously at your elbow as you watch him smirk down at you, stepping closer to you and letting his hands slide soothingly down your arms, before gently attaching his lips to yours in a goodbye kiss.

'It’ll be sooner than you think…’

(T.B.C)

Unrelated Conversations of a Domestic Nature

Title: Unrelated Conversations of a Domestic Nature
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Five unremarkable conversations that take place in the daily lives of Dan and Phil. 


Working Out

“What if I got a personal trainer?” Dan asks.

He’s sprawled out on the couch in a t-shirt and boxers, laptop on his stomach and legs over Phil’s lap. Phil’s laptop is across his shins, the discomfort of the metal surface offset by how pleasantly warming it is to his skin.

Phil gives him the saddest sad-Voldemort pout. “Don’t.”

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Face Day

I give up on trying to give the title clever names.

Thank you all so much for being here when I needed it at ungodly hours of the night. You guys deserve a happy chapter, so have some things that a bunch of Anons requested. Pretty shippy, lots of exploring the different faces. If you get squeamish about mouth exploration then just read until Reader is laying in bed with Sans and like, skip till the small paragraph that starts with “His teeth.”

[Sans Days] [First] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [Previous] [Next]

Warnings: Face exploration, trying to figure out magic logic, lots of personal headcanons, a kiss, magic tongue is back.

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Fucking fine!

Cause ezzydean is a demon and tachibanamakotos totally started it.

Honestly Makoto buys them partly as a joke, partly because he thinks they would help. Not to mention they aren’t even that expensive and felt soft and comfortable when he touched them back at the shop. But now that he thinks back, he really has to question his sanity.

Thigh highs. About ten of them in different colors. For his room mate. God what had he been thinking?

He honestly wants to blame Rin. It’s partially his roommate’s fault, too, and Makoto isn’t just trying to pass the blame. It’s Rin’s fault because he is Makoto’s room mate and he has a tendency of walking into their kitchen dressed in a long shirt and his boxers. And then he has the gall to sit on the stools by the counter and rub at his /thighs/, muttering sleepily about the cold. HIs thighs. It is unfair, and ridiculous and Makoto can never look away from them because Rin’s thighs. Rin is a swimmer so Makoto knows he shaves, is a aware it isn’t meant to mean anything, but the sight of the smooth skin makes Makoto want to trace his lips over it just to check if it’s as soft as it seems. 

He’s never even had a thing for them before this. Never even bothered paying that much attention to his former partners’ thighs apart from foreplay, and never been turned on by them this much.

But the sight of them as Rin sits on the stool, legs spread and trying to warm himself by rubbing his hands there makes Makoto thank that Rin is too sleepy and the counter is hiding his hard on, his teeth gritted to stop himself from offering to warm Rin up himself.

So he buys them. His line of thinking is probably it’ll lessen the cold for Rin and make him stop rubbing his thighs in front of Makoto.

It’s ridiculous how his plan backfires when Rin walks into the kitchen, his usual attire topped off by a pair of black thigh high socks.

Makoto promptly pours his spoonful of cereals down his front, his jaw dropping and saliva filling his mouth he has to raise a hand to make sure he isn’t drooling. Rin who is stretching, making the boxers rise and show of more of his thighs doesn’t even notice.

“Mako,” Rin yawns, turning a sleepy smile to him, and Makoto almost feels guilty, “Thanks for this, they actually helped,”

Makoto wonders if his smile looks as forced as he feels it is but nods. He watches as Rin takes his usual seat on the stool, still with his legs spread. This time though Mako’s eyes are magnetized to his thighs not because of Rin’s hands rubbing there, but because of how the dark red boxers and black thigh highs frame his flesh perfectly.

He stomps past the counter and grips Rin’s shoulders, looking seriously at him, “Rin. I just want to apologize,”

“uh..?”

“And say I totally understand if you want to move out after this,”

“Mako…?”

“But please don’t file any charges because I don’t want to explain to a judge why this is your fault,”

“What-”

He doesn’t give Rin time to question what’s happening, planting a quick kiss on Rin’s lips, and earning a yelp, before he’s ducking down and kneeling on the floor, his face perfect level with Rin’s spread legs.

“Makoto!” Rin yells, panicking, but other than to grip his shoulders, he makes no move to stop him.

He offers a smile, the one Nagisa says no one can say no to, “Say stop if you really want me to do so, Rin,”

And with that he runs his hand up Rin’s ankles, congratulating himself on how amazing the socks feel on Rin, and up his legs, stopping at the bared flesh of his thighs.

He lets out a soft moan, his other hand pushing Rin’s shirt up and out of the way as he ducks to nuzzle at Rin’s clothed cock, and then turning to the side to bite down at the skin right above the thigh highs.

Rin yelps, and Makoto almost doesn’t catch him as he tries to squeeze his legs shut. He raises Rin’s other leg over his shoulder, spreading it to give more space. He peeks up at Rin, silently asking if he’s okay. He’s answered by teary red eyes, and Rin panting and flushed, and a hand at the top of his head nudging him back down.

He hides his grin into the fabric of Rin’s boxers.

“This is your fault you know,” he says, planting a wet kiss along Rin’s thigh, fingers trailing gently along the other one. “Always walking around in your shorts,”

He noses Rin’s boxers up, tongue flicking out to lick at the junction between Rin’s legs and groin, earning a groan, and Rin tugging at his hair.

“Mako,” he whines, whimpering as Makoto starts to suck a bruise on his skin, the brunet groaning in content at the pink marks now there, “Mako we have work,”

The groan turns to disappointment as Makoto glances at his wrist watch. He isn’t even close to being done yet, and he opens his mouth wide to bite down at more flesh.

“Later!” Rin hisses, the puling on his hair now turning into a soft push, “Please, later, we cant…we..work…”

Makoto sighs against the sensitive skin, and pouts, “Fine, later,”

He rocks back and stands, watching as Rin tries to gather himself. The red head’s hair was even more a mess, his face flushed and he sways as he tries to stand, legs unsteady.

The best part is the way the leg of one of his boxers is pushed up higher revealing the skin there, marked pink with bites and hickeys. Makoto feels extremely proud of himself.

He pulls Rin to him, Rin going easily into his arms, and he plants a chaste kiss along his neck, whispering in his ear, “You promised. Later,” he reminds, “Also I think I bought a black and white striped pair too, can you try that one on later?”

Age Difference Insecurities [Hood/4]

This was requested. Sorry I got to it a bit late :/ Hope you like it ^_^

~Idika

Calum and you were the “it” couple. No doubt about it. Fans would fawn over you and elders would whisper about how cute the both of you were. But there was one thing that made you kind of queasy. The fact that both of you were 2 years apart. It wasnt much. And Calum told you he didnt give a damn about what people thought. And you believed him. You knew he loved you. He showed it in so many ways. 

“BABE, ARE YOU READY?!?” You hear your boyfriend of five months yell. The both of you were going out for dinner at a restaurant. Quickly smoothening out your dress and fixing your hair, you lurched for your purse and dashed out into the living room. You saw Calum’s back in the kitchen, probably on his phone.

“Yeah, I am.” You say. He turns around and scans your body making your cheeks warm up. A big smile plasters his face as he scatters towards you, kissing your cheek.

“You look lovely.” He says making you smile and look down. You would never get used to his compliments. No matter what. You feel his hand slip into yours. 

“Your not going top open the door for me-Calum no!!!” You yell as he tries to act civilized, opening the car door for you. You roll you eyes.

“Dork.” You say. He gasps, placing a hand on his chest.

“Hurtful!” He yells, before shutting the door. You chuckle lightly. The both of you listen to the radio, mainly listening to Calum’s off pitch singing.

“Your hurting my ears.” You whine making him gasp.

“Gosh, Y/N is on a roll to hurt peoples feelings.” He says, a smirk developing on his plump pink limits. You giggle.

“Well the truth is tough so..” You draw making him huff.

“Why do you have to be filled with wit..?” He asks, turning off the engine, finally reaching the destination. You smile cheekily and hop out of the car. Calum links his arm with yours.

“Guess its in the genes.” You say. He lightly laughs, kissing the edge of your lips.

“One of the many reasons I love you.” He says.

“Don’t be cheesy, Cal.” You say.

“Cheesy? I’m not cheesy. This is cheesy.” He says before attacking your face with multiple kisses. You laugh, trying to push him away. After a long session of laughing and kisses, the two of you enter the restaurant. You two order your meals before he excuses himself to the restroom. You tug at the ends of your outfit, waiting for him to come back.

“Are you Y/N?” A girl asks. You shift your head to see a girl older than you. She looked extremely pretty. You smile nervously.

“That would be me.” You say. Her smile immediately plummets to a twitching frown.

“Calum Hood’s girlfriend.” She snarls. 

“Not to be rude but who are you.” You ask, trying to sound polite, ignoring her tone.

“His ex. My name’s Tally.” She seethes. You rub your forearm. Calum told little about his ex but you still listened to him intently. 

“How old are you? 5?” She asks after a minute. You raise your eyebrow.

“No. I’m only 2 years younger to Cal. I’m sure you know that.” You say. She scoffs.

“Course not. When you dress like that, talk like that and basically breathe like that, anyone could say your 5. I mean seriously, your not even legal. I doubt your parents know about your relationship.” She says, carelessly. 

“Actually they do, and their fine with us being a couple.” You say, your voice trembling. She was hitting your soft spots. 

“I don’t see why he’d go for you. Your so…..young. Not someone who would fit his needs.” The way she said those words felt like something crawling under your skin. 

“How can he love someone so young?! Trust me, he’ll be coming back for me within weeks-” At this point, tears were running down your face.

“Looks like he’s coming now. Ill leave the two of you to it.” She says before leaving. Abruptly you stand up.

“Y/N…?” Calum asks, confused at your sudden movements. You grab your bag.

“I-I have to go.” You stutter before speed walking out of the restaurant. The tears were not stopping and felt like ice against the cold air.

“Y/N WAIT!!!” You hear Calum say. You feel something against your chest and are yanked back. He turns you around.

“Wh-Why are you crying?” He pants. You wipe your tears.

“Cal, its okay. I get that I am younger to you. Age is just a number…and a word but I get it if you don’t want us anymore. You didn’t have to hold it back on me-”

“Y/N no no no no no-” He looks back before looking at you. His eyes seemed to darken in color.

“It was Tally wasn’t it.” He says. You slowly shake your head. He frowns before pulling you into a hug. And like that, the both of you fit like a puzzle piece. His arms around your body, hugging so tightly that he was afraid if he let go, you’d break. You breath in his familiar scent and take in all the feelings. He slowly lets go to look at you.

“I would never leave you, Y/N. Age is so stupid. I really like you and I would never leave you for someone else. Your everything to me and I cant explain how much you mean to me and- I love you.” He says, running out of breath. You smile shyly.

“I love you too.” You say. He sighs.

“Good. For a minute I thought you were going to reject me.” He says making you laugh.

“Now come on, lets go eat. I am starving.” He says, puling you back into the restaurant.

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sometimes michael did things that made him feel pretty.

not quite 4k of high school clemmings under the cut. underage warning [michael is 15, luke is 17, so keep that in mind if that’s not your thing] feminization and cross dressing. also i didn’t know how to tag this michael has a lot of internalized (something) like he feels bad about enjoying things typically considered feminine.

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