oh not his *bits* you perv

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “Can you write me a smutty story where Drarry is sleeping and they’re spooning and Harry ‘slips it in’ and then Draco wakes up and is confused and ahhh. Also could you tag @introvertedannika in it? She’s my best friend and it’ll confuse the FUCK out of her!”

Warning: NSFW
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The sun was shining through the window, only slightly covered by the white, long curtains that gave the room even more light.

Right next to it was a king sized bed, white sheets all over two naked, sleeping boys that go by the name of Harry and Draco.

The whole atmosphere reminded of one of those bed sheet commercials.

Harry groaned as he opened his eyes, overwhelmed by the brightness of the sun.

His arm was wrapped around his boyfriend, his chest pressing against his back as the brown haired boy placed soft kisses on the others shoulder blades, slowly raising up to his neck.

A little smile spread across his face as he buried his nose in the blonde hair that he usually loved to run his fingers through.

Memories of last night rushed through his head and his teeth soon find his bottom lip as he remembered all of it clearly.

The two of them have been together for quite a while now, but he still wasn’t used to the way Draco touched him, looked at him, wanted him.

It drove him crazy.

It drove him crazy how Draco got under his skin, how his low moans could make Harry orgasm just like that.

It drove him crazy when they were in public and Draco flirted with him because he knew exactly what to do to get into Harry’s pants.

It drove him crazy that he loved this man and, thank merlin, that man loved him back.

Back in Hogwarts there was a lot of angry wanking in the dorm when everyone was sleeping, a lot of things in his head when he observed Malfoy’s body in potions.

He could write books.

But never has he thought he would end up loving this Slytherin with all of his heart.

It all started when they returned back to Hogwarts for a 8th year.

Obviously everything has changed, McGonagall was the new headmistress of the school and a lot of new teachers were needed.

Instead of the old bathroom where once the entrance to the chamber of secrets was placed, they put a really big memorial thing there, where all the students and teachers were named, that lost their lives during the war.

Even Hedwig was on there.

A new thing was that there were no separate common rooms anymore.

All of the four houses shared one big room, which was good because everyone, especially the Slytherins, needed that kind of support at that time.

However, there were now dorm rooms for two people.

And guess who got paired together, hahaha.

Draco 2cool4you Malfoy and Harry Icantdie Potter.

They had all kind of fights, really, it was awful, but one day Harry brought some lunch to the room for Draco because he missed it due to his homework, and Draco made Harry’s bed the next day because the Gryffindor was in a rush.

And then Harry folded Draco’s clothes, who then decided to tell goodnight stories to the other male to fall asleep.

And then one day Harry crawled into Draco’s bed because he couldn’t stop crying after a nightmare, which was of losing Draco but he never told him, and Draco just held him through the night.

And, to top it all off, Draco once left the bathroom door open while he was showering, and Harry peeked through and got really horny, so he waited for the blonde to leave to get rid of his little problem down there, but Draco forgot something and boom.

Harry surely never thought a blowjob could feel this good.

Said boy was brought back to reality when he felt something under the blanket hardening.

“Fuck, not now.”, he whispered to himself but that surely didn’t do anything.

And the fact that Draco’s bare ass was pressing against his growing erection surely wasn’t helping.

With his cheeks covered in crimson red, his hand found its way down and he hesitated for a moment before he wrapped it around his erection and began to move his hand in slow motions.

His free hand didn’t take long to grab Draco’s ass firmly, to which the blonde responded with a low growl.

Harry’s hand stopped and took place on his boyfriend as well, where he slowly rubbed a finger along his entrance.

“Fuck, you’re still so ready from last night.”

Harry would lie if he said that this didn’t turn him on to the core, and when he thrust in two fingers at once, he almost moaned against Draco’s neck.

His erection was twitching and he quickly pulled out his fingers in order to place his pulsing erection where his fingers had been.

His teeth slightly sunk into Draco’s skin as he was fully surrounded by his heat, not able to stop himself from groaning deeply.

After the first few thrust, Draco’s moans became louder and he suddenly opened his eyes, a shocked gasp leaving his throat.

“What the-ahh!”

Now it was his turn to blush and Draco tried to hide his face, but Harry grabbed his arm and thrust harder.

“P-Potter!! You fucki-oh-you fucking perv!!”

Harry just grinned and bit the skin of his neck again, sucking and licking it in ways that would definitely leave marks as he listened to Draco’s desperate moans.

When he, however, suddenly stopped, Draco gave him an disapproving groan.

The brown haired man didn’t let that irritate him tho, and he pulled out, just to lay on his back.

“I want you to ride me.”

Draco gasped.

Harry knew it was Draco’s favorite position (he would never admit that tho) and he never lasted long that way.

Without further hesitation Draco placed himself on Harrys lap, slowly sinking down on his throbbing dick.

Broken moans filled the room, filled Harrys head, and he grabbed Draco’s hips to support his movements, watching him with a dark expression.

Soon enough the skin on skin noises became louder, both of them were now a moaning mess, and when Harry moved his hand up and down Draco’s shaft, he spilled all over Harry’s stomach with his name on his lips.

Harry also couldn’t hold on any longer, and with a few lazy thrusts he came inside his already collapsed boyfriend.

Both of them were breathing hard, just enjoying the intensity of this short moment.

Harry wrapped one arm around Draco, who had his face against Harry’s chest now, and used the other one as an extra pillow.

“What a way to wake up.”

Draco chuckled and Harry smiled.

“Stop smiling like an idiot, Potter.”

“Stop calling me Potter.”

“Become a Malfoy then.”

For a brief second Harry’s heart dropped and he almost screamed like an excited teenager.

“Marry me.”, Draco whispered tiredly.

“Once you’ll wake up again.”

“Good…very good…”

Draco’s eyes slowly closed, and as Harry kissed his forehead and told him that he loved him, there was even a faint smile on his lips.
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All My Friends Are Wasted

Warnings: fluff, drinking 

A/N: this is my first Peter Quill imagine so be nice 


 You have had a week, let me tell you. All you wanted to do was go to your local bar and just have fun with your friends, and that’s what you planned to do. You got some friends together and put you went. You started drinking, but you were never much of one. You could have just as much fun without it. But you still found yourself a few beers in. Your friends, on the other hand, were completely wasted. You sighed watching your drunken work friends and left them to go to the dance floor, bottle in hand. You were walking with your hands up, already beginning to dance. Nothing sexual, just grooving. You were having a ball all by yourself. 

Your friends eventually came out and danced (if that’s what you want to call it) with you. Suddenly, something red catches your eye. You glance up to see a very nice looking man in a red leather jacket. You smile at him as your eyes connect and he smiles back. He begins to dance with your group, but then you somehow become more you and him, rather than him, you, and everyone else. His dance moves were ridiculous and had you bent over laughing. One minute he is rocking an air guitar solo and the next he’s humping the air. Then, he will grab your hands and spin you around. You couldn’t stop your smile with this one. “So, where’s your friends?” He asked. 

“I don’t know. All my friends are wasted.” I say with a shrug. 

He laughs. “You aren’t?” 

“No sir.” I say. 

“Well, I’ll get you there.” He said with a wink. 

You laugh and say, “I’m Y/N, by the way.” 

“I’m Peter.” He said. “But you can call me Star Lord, if you want.” 

You chuckle, but then realize he was completely serious. You immediately try to hide your smile as he groaned. “Okay,” you said. “Star Lord.” But you bust into laughter, leaning into his shoulder. He just sits there nodding like he should have known this was the response he would get. And he should have. “I’m sorry,” you finally say trying to stop your laughter. 

“You look it,” he says. 

“No, really, I like the name.” You say, somehow holding in your smile. 

“You do?” He says, not believing a word. 

You nod and say, “It fits you.” He rolls his eyes and then grabs your hand and turns you around. When you complete the turn he stops you by grabbing your waist. You lock eyes and you continue dancing. 

Your bottle was now empty, but you were still waving it around. Suddenly Peter leaned down and asked, “Can I get you another drink?” Without ever stopping dancing, you nod. He smiles and leaves to go retrieve a drink. You continue to dance until he brings you back another beer. You each pop the tops. He holds his drink up to you. “Cheers?” He says. 

“To what?” You reply. 

He thinks for a minute. “To new friends.” He states, holding his bottle up higher.  

“To new friends.” You smile and clink your bottles. 

Thirty minutes later, you and Peter were really feeling the buzz and a song came on that you each loved. “All my friends are wasted… and I hate this club. Man, I drink too much!” You each yelled as you danced around each other. “Another Friday night I’ve wasted… my eyes are black and red. I’m crawling back to your bed.” The two of you almost toppled over and Peter grabbed you and stopped it. You turn to look at him and just fall into laughter. He follows suit and the two of you are just laughing over nothing. 

You stop laughing and you just look at each other for a moment. “Y/N…” he started. 

“Star Lord…” you say with a mocking smile. 

He smirks at you. “Wanna crawl back to my bed?” 

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh? What kinda girl do you take me for, Star Lord?” 

“The kind that likes to cuddle.” He said. 

You just laugh and smack his arm and start walking away, but he doesn’t follow. You turn back and raise your arms. “You coming?” You ask. 

Peter, looking like he had forgot he asked, said, “Oh!” And ran to catch up with you. “I really didn’t think you would say yes.” 

“You come off so cocky though,” you say with a smirk. 

“All fake.” He said. “Completely and utterly fake.” 

You just laugh at him and say, “So, where are we headed, Star Lord?” He smiled at the name and pointed. You turn to look and see a… ship? “You have a ship?” You asked, excited. 

“Wanna see?” He asked. 

“Um, yes!” You said, clearly excited. You grab his hand and run up to the ship, pulling him along with you. He shows you all around the ship as you look in awe. It was so nice and it was all his. You come into the cockpit and sit down in one of the chairs, propping your feet up. 

He leans against a chair and looks down at you. “You hungry?” 

“Starved.” You reply. 

He makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and you just sit in the cockpit talking for hours. He tells you about his mom. You tell him everything that’s ever happened to you. He tells you about the guardians and their adventures. He tells you all his favorite songs and lets you listen to the Awesome Mixes. There was tons of laughing and knee touching throughout the night. 

Before you know it, it’s 3 am. You look up from your watch at Peter. “You got somewhere to go?” He asks. 

“Not necessarily, but it is getting late.” You stand up and he grabs your arm. 

“You can stay if you want. No one else is staying on the ship tonight.” You think for a moment before nodding. “Are you tired?” He asked. 

“Kind of.” 

He stands up and grabs your hand. “Come on.” 

You pull him back with a smile and say, “Wait.” He turns back with his eyebrows raised, but you face him the other way. He was confused, but stayed put. You back up a little and then jump onto his back. He makes a noise and you say, “Hey! I’m not that heavy.” 

“Are you sure?” He joked and you just smiled and hit his chest before you nuzzled into his neck. 

When you get to his room, he backs up to the bed and falls backwards. You grunt with his weight on top of you. “Peter!” You yell. 

“That’s not my name.” He said. 

“Oh my gosh, Star Lord! Get up!” You say, pushing him up. 

He laughs as he walks to the dresser. He grabs a gray t-shirt and throws it at you without ever looking over at you. Soon enough a pair of boxers were thrown as well. “The bathroom is right there for you to change,” he says pointing to the bathroom, but as he turns back you already have your shirt off, facing the other way. “Or that. That works too.” He says walking over to the other side of the bed. 

You quickly slip his shirt over your head. “Hey, no peeping.” You say, sternly. 

He rolled his eyes. “Like you weren’t begging me to look. You didn’t even warn me.” He said as he climbed under the covers. 

You removed your shorts, but it didn’t really matter because his shirt was so big that you couldn’t see anything anyways. “It was a perv test. You failed. So, good job.” 

He deadpans you as you slide his boxers on. You smile and climb under the covers. You lay on your right side as you face him. He turns and faces you. There is a good bit of space between the two of you. “Don’t be shy.” He whispers. 

“You failed the perv test, so no cuddling for you, Star Lord.” You whisper back with a smile. 

“Oh, come on. No bonus questions? No redemptions?” 

“No second chances.” You say with a shrug and roll over. You reach up and turn the lamp off next to the bed. You smile as you feel a hand snake around your waist. 

“Positive?” He whispers in your ear.

“Okay, maybe just this one time.” You say. 

He laughs and nuzzles into your neck, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your temple and you smile to yourself. 

What a night.

Is This It?

Originally posted by toosweetme


Characters: Kenny Omega/OFC/Dean Ambrose

Warnings: NSFW, Some potentially uncomfortable mentions about previous encounters. lil slashy.

A/N: This is gonna be straight up this-would-never-ever-EVER-happen-filth and a shameless self-serving self-insert. BUT it has a nice angsty plot. So uhh yeah. See you guys in HELL. This part isn’t so bad as it’s just the setup, but the next part. Oh man. 1 of maybe 3.

“Please, please, PLEASE be on your best behavior.” She sighed as she tried to smooth down Dean’s messy bedhead and straighten up his flannel shirt, admiring his roughly handsome face.

“Im always on my best behavior Kitten.” He growled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in for a deep kiss. “Most of the time.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t go out, just stay here. You and me. We can make our own fun.Y’know….Maybe a fun game we can play involving you me and a bottle or two of Japanese whiskey. Strip poker?”

Keep reading

Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/The ‘Eventual’ Smut Is Here

PART 2-B: (XO) The One About Hong Kong

A/N: FINALLY IT’S HERE! ALL 12 PAGES! I’m sorry it took so long but I had fun writing this one, I hope you all enjoy! xx

(Part One)||(Part Two-A)||(Part Three)

Originally posted by jitaewon


      With my head in my hands and the ever present ringing noise in my ears from the bad decisions from the previous night, I stared at the floor in complete and utter shock. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let myself not only fuck up for the hundredth time but royally fuck up so bad that I could already hear everybody back in LA screaming at me. But the thing I was afraid of most was the heaviest of my baggage being hurled at me with no way of dodging out of the way; and I could already see him coming at me with reckless abandon. As much as I told myself to stay low key until this week was over, I did the complete opposite and was staring straight into the line of fire. Suddenly a pang of whole body goosebumps hit me as every vile, repressed memory of him crossed my mind.


      After Parties were probably one of the best perks of going to award shows, sure it was fun dressing up and receiving an award and people kissing your ass and telling you how amazing you were but the real party didn’t start until the after parties.

      After Party; af-ter–par-ty (noun) : A place in which all morals are no longer valid and all caution is thrown into the wind; see ‘Divine Decadence’.

      Where idols out of view from prying eyes could let themselves be themselves, somewhere they could throw away the façade of perfection and indulge in low-hanging fruit in their very own Garden of Eden. And the After-After Parties? Well much like ‘Fight Club’–we don’t talk about about the After-After Parties.

      Bobbing her head along to the music, Alex now somewhere between tipsy and drunk, and  looking over the ledge from the comfort their private table located atop one of the many balconies she mused at the sea of intoxicated individuals; some making poor life choices that they’d be sure to regret later and others letting loose for the very first time. She laughed to herself as she watched one person in particular on the dance floor doing a very drunken, almost robotic rendition of the ‘Fantastic Baby’ dance. A pair of arms suddenly encircled her waist bringing her out of her drunken haze.

      “Hey baby you look pretty lonely, you got a boyfriend?” the mysterious figure said into her ear.

      Again laughing to herself “fortunately for me I’m not lonely whatsoever” she let out a fake sigh “but unfortunately for you I’m spoken for”

     “Oh really?” he spoke again only this time lightly brushing his lips against her exposed ear causing a chain reaction of goosebumps all over her entire body.

      She let out a shaky breath “Yupp…”

      His hands now roaming her form, he pressed his body closer to hers making them both lurch closer to the ledge.

      “He must be pretty stupid to let all of this” he ran his hand over her ass “just stand here all alone”

      She braced herself on the ledge “I said he was my boyfriend, I never said he was the brightest crayon in the box”

      He let out a chuckle “Bet he’s a shitty boyfriend…” he said kissing his way from her bare shoulder to that spot on her neck that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

      She bit her lip holding back a moan she so desperately wanted to let go, swallowing hard before speaking.

      “Well he can be…”

      Stopping mid kiss on her neck he spun her around to face him “Wait really?”

      She held back a laugh “Oh my god babe I was kidding” she said giving him a sympathetic look.

      “How’d you know it was me? Which by the way if it wasn’t me you let that go on a little past too long” he held her at arm’s length.

      She smiled and cupped his face in her hands “You’re the one who wanted to try roleplaying remember you little perv?”

      “…not a perv” he furrowed his brows and frowned.

      She bit her lip before pulling him in for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss he placed his hand on the back of her head deepening the kiss. He pulled away holding her at arm’s length again and looked her in the eye. His heart felt like it was simultaneously beating faster and slower at the same time, and swelled every time he looked at her. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone else for the rest of his life; no matter how cheesy he may have thought that sounded he just plainly didn’t care.

      “What?” she chuckled.

      “Nothing” he shook his head and gave her a shy smile all while pulling her into his chest and kissing the top of her head.

      Still holding her against his chest he looked down at her, staring into her eyes again.

      As if afraid of saying something he has said a hundred times over again, he smiled at her again and said:

      “I love you”

      “I love you too” she smiled back.

      “You better” he scrunched his nose.

      She stuck out her tongue “Why do you do that?”

      “Do what?” he furrowed his brows letting her stand up straight.

      “Every time you say ‘I love you’ you act like it’s the first time you’ve ever said it” she wrapped her arms around his neck.

      He blushed and let out a small laugh “because when I’m with you that’s what it feels like”

      She pushed his shoulder “Ji-Yong you got me already, you don’t have to lay it on so thick” she laughed.

      “I know, I just can’t help it. You give me butterflies” he smiled looking away.

      She bit her lip and smiled “Well the feeling is mutual”

      Blushing again he turned back to look at her and went in for another kiss only to be stopped by a drunken Seung-Hyung and an equally as drunk Seungri cat calling them from the booth.

      “Yeaaahhh Hyung!” Seungri attempted to whistle “get it!”

      “Ji-Yongie-ah!” Seung-Hyun cupped a hand around his mouth “I can become an ordained minister if you give me like ten minutes and you two can just” he mushed his hands together; not quite sure what that hand gesture was supposed to mean.

      Ji-Yong shook his head “Have you two been watching us this whole time?”

      “Yea what kind of peep show do you think this is you weirdos” she raised an eyebrow.

      “Ok it sounds weird when you say it like that” the maknae defended.

      “It sounds exactly like what it is, you two are into some voyeuristic shit and hey no judgement but fuck off” Ji-Yong said walking to the table and grabbing Seungri’s drink out of his hand, tossing it back then slamming the glass on the table.

      The maknae went wide eyed.

      Alex laughed “Hey be nice” she lightly smacked Ji-Yong’s chest.

      “Oh my favorite Dongsaeng~, thank you!” Seungri dramatically placed both hands over his heart.

      She let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes.

      “Ok looks to me like you two need a refill on your drinks” the maknae jumped up out of his seat and clapped his hands.

      Alex and Ji-Yong glanced at each other “we don’t have any drinks” they said in unison.

      “Exactly my point I’ll be right back, you want anything in particular? –Nevermind I’ll just bring you back something!” he said making his way toward the bar.

      The two stared after the drunken man and just shook their heads, looking back over at Seung-Hyun who had made his way to another table and acquired a pink feather boa that he was currently trying to wrap around Dae-Sung who seemed to be nothing but blissful as a on the verge of tears from laughing so hard Young-Bae looked on.

      She smiled and rolled her eyes, she couldn’t believe these were the people she called her friends. Scanning the crowd again she spotted a few of her friends a couple tables away.

      “Oh babe” she touched his shoulder “I think I see some of the BTS boys over there, I’m just gonna go say ‘hi’ really quick I’ll be right back”

      He nodded his head ‘ok’ and she gave him a kissed his cheek.

      Making her way through the crowd of drunken people over to the three boys, as she comes closer into view she comes to see it is in fact Nam-Joon, Yoon-Gi and Jackson from Got7; and a very heated argument between a drunken Nam-Joon and Jackson.

      Jackson turns away from Nam-Joon and sees her approaching them and starts to yell out “noona! Noooonaaaa!”

      She gets to them and lightly smacks his shoulder  “Jackson I told you not to call me that. It makes me feel old”

      just then a wave of drunken ‘noonas’ came her way from the three boys.

      She shook her head “nice to see you too boys” she said giving each one of them a hug.

      “Yah noona, I’m glad you’re here” Jackson placed his arm around her shoulder “So get this, Rap Monie over here–”

      “Oh boy here we go again” Nam-Joon interjected.

      “–thinks he’s too cool to–”

      “Ah jinja, I never said I was too cool!”

      “–he thinks he’s too cool to answer his phone and hang out with me!” Jackson complained.

      Nam-Joon pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to Jackson drunkenly drone on and on about their little spat.

      Yoon-Gi on the other hand had given up on them that he just started to ignore them entirely; he thought they should keep their marital disputes to themselves.

      Alex laughed and with Jackson’s arm still across her shoulder, she hugged him by the midsection as she continued to listen to a very hurt and intoxicated go on about how much more their friendship meant to him than Nam-Joon.

      Meanwhile halfway across the room a Ji-Yong that was becoming very impatient with the story his very hammered maknae was trying to get out, but couldn’t because he kept laughing before he even finished his sentences, trying to calm himself he started to make a mental drinking game out of this never ending tale about how Seungri apparently did something hilarious in Osaka but by the way he was telling it he was sure exactly what it was.

      Stopping again mid sentence looked past Ji-Yong in awe.

      “Yah! Seungri if you don’t finish–”

      “Wahhh Hyung-ie, you must be either really trusting or really dumb because if that was my girl i would have ripped that guy’s head off” the maknae pointed in the direction where Alex stood with Jackson still having his arm around around her shoulders and her hugging him back.

      Turning in the direction his friend pointed a drunken finger, he could feel a dark jealousy beginning to rear it’s ugly head.

      “Come to think of it, where is my girlfriend?” the maknae blabbered to himself and walked away in search of his girlfriend, who in his drunken state had forgotten that she was in Cape Cod for another week and a half.

      Ji-Yong continued to glare in the direction of where that other man dared to touch his girlfriend. Who the fuck did he think he was? But the longer that Jackson kept his arm around her, the more livid Ji-Yong became.

      Turning away for a second to grab his drink, when he turned back around he caught a glimpse of the other man getting far too close to Alex’s face and he instantly felt his blood boil.

Mother fucker…” he mumbled under his breath crushing the plastic cup in his hands and not even caring he spilled most of it all over his Lanvin shoes.

      Just then an unsuspecting Seungri was walking by with drinks in his hands when Ji-Yong snatched them away and tossed them back leaving the maknae to somberly go back to the bar.

      Looking back to glare daggers at Jackson, his heart felt some relief as he saw one of the other men pull him away and push him in another direction and saying their goodbyes to Alex. But that feeling was only momentary as he saw another man approach her.

      “Hey you” a man grabbed Alex’s wrist.

      She turned in confusion “Oh my god, Suho Oppa~!” her face immediately lit up.

      Ji-Yong wasn’t any kind of professional lip reader, but he was 99.99% sure she just called him ‘Oppa~’. And judging by how elated she looked to see him, he was just as sure he knew exactly who this new man was.

      Going in for a hug Suho smiled at her and left his hand to linger on the small of her waist when he pulled away.

      “Well don’t you just look amazing”

      She pushed his shoulder “Shut up”

      He flashed her another smile “I’m serious! You somehow always managed to look amazing no matter what you wore”

      “Oh good one, real smooth Casanova” she said sarcastically

      “I mean it” he leaned against the ledge swirling around the drink in his hand “Why else would Romeo over there look so pissed?”

      She furrowed her brows in confusion and turned to look in the direction he gestured with his head “Oh boy…

      “What?” he let out a small laugh.

“This is going to be the end of the line for my wonderful night…” she sighed.

      He laughs “why is that? Is your boy over there you going to to go ape shit because you’re hanging out with someone who isn’t him”

      “No” she said sardonically “He’s going to go ape shit because I’m talking to other attractive guys who aren’t him”

“Ohh attractive huh?” he smirked.

      She shoved his shoulder “Oh stop, you know what I meant”

      “Well let’s just put it like this, look at you if I had you I’d probably be just as pissed. I kinda don’t blame him” he said taking a sip of his drink.

      She rolled her eyes and smiled “ha-ha very funny”

      “I mean it’s not too late, you and I could always try again. You have my number” He smiled in Ji-Yong’s general direction.eon

      she laughed and shoved his shoulder again.

      He threw another smirk her way.

      Not being able to take any more of the scene before him, Ji-Yong tossed back the drink in his hand and stormed his way toward them.

      Suho noticed the enraged man making his way toward them and laughed to himself.

      “What?” she questioned.

      “I think the end of the line for my wonderful night is stomping his way over here” he took another sip of his drink “I should probably–”

      “Hey baby” Ji-Yong clenched his jaw.

      “Oh hey babe” she felt his arm tighten around her waist as he began to pull her toward him.

    “GD-Sunbaenim” Suho bowed “I was just leaving. Alex it was so nice to see you again, have a good rest of your night you two” he bowed again and turned to make his leave.

      “Oh Alex” he turned on his heels “just remember what I said, it’s not too late” He smirked and turned to continued on his way.


      The car ride was no less painful than leaving the club, the tension was high and nobody said a word. While they were about to walk out the door to the outside of the club he reached behind him to hold her hand only to have her pull away from him. He clenched his jaw and let out an incredulous small laugh as he watched her continue to walk ahead of him. Again as they were getting into their SUV he stepped aside to help her get in but she ignored his hand and let her security guard help her in; he sardonically laughed to himself. They both knew that once they got the the hotel the gloves were coming off.

      The tension in the elevator between the two of them was so thick one could almost cut it with a knife. Neither one daring to speak, though in their heads words were flying at a mile a minute; so many things they wanted to say but just didn’t know where to start. The journey leading up to the elevator was no picnic either. As they were being walked through the hotel by their security guards, they would normally escort them all the way to their room but when they reached the elevator and the doors opened Ji-Yong out stretched his arm stopping them before they could follow suit.

      “That’ll be all for tonight, thank you” he said nonchalantly.

      The lead security guard was taken aback “Sir we have to escort you to your room”

      “Not tonight guys. Take the rest of the night off, I’m sure we can manage without you for one night” he raised an eyebrow. He made his way into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor.

      “But sir–” the lead security guard spoke again.

      “Good night gentlemen” Ji-Yong said as the doors to the elevator closed and marked the clear division between: holding your tongue before the eyes of the world and being in the center of the eye of the storm.

      The beeps of the elevator filled the air, floor by floor it felt like it was a countdown to a ticking time bomb that was going to explode any minute. Fifteen floors seemed like it was light years away and carrying a bomb with short fuse that had been burning long before they ever even entered, well it seemed the tides were not their favor. With the distance between the two of them and the mind numbing silence one could swear that they were complete strangers; not lovers but strangers with the same hunger. It felt as though with how far Alex stood from him, she might as well have been in an entirely different part of the world. God knows she sure as shit felt that way. And with the alcohol still running through his veins and an ugly jealousy still festering in his head, he spoke without a moment’s hesitation. beep, beep, beep.

      “So, you never answered my question earlier. Did you have fun with all your guy friends?”

      She scoffed incredulously, she was definitely not drunk enough to deal with this kind of bullshit right now. She wore a sardonic smile on her face.

      He pursed his lips and nodded his head “Hmph. Glad to know you had a good time with him honey” he said with a condescending sneer. beep, beep, beep.

      Still keeping her silence, she shot him a look of disgust. She kept repeating to herself in her head ‘don’t blow up on him, don’t blow up on him. He’s just wasted and so are you..’

      Her lack of putting up any kind of protest or just let alone speaking was driving him crazy. The fact that she allowed those douche bags to hold her the way that they did, and then rejected him her own boyfriend when he tried to hold her hand; that just threw him over the edge.

      “Why would you be acting so lovey dovey with your fucking ex-boyfriend in front of me like that?! Why would you even talk to him in the first place?!” Boom.

      She went wide eyed in disbelief “Oh.my.god. I went on one fucking date with him like five years ago! And that was way before I ever met you. I’d hardly call him my ‘ex-boyfriend’”

      “Ahhh so she speaks!” he hollers “Just proving how your conscience is weighing on you, I didn’t even have to specify which him I was talking about but you already knew exactly who it was”

      She couldn’t believe they were even arguing about this. He’s had all the chance in the world to complain about anyone that she’s dated in the past and he’s choosing now of all times’ while he’s completely fucked up, to do it.

      “Of course I knew who you were talking about, I only dated one of the six people I was talking to jack ass!” she squeezed her hand so tight around her phone that it felt as though if she had squeezed any tighter she could have Hulked right through her phone “Like I said before, I only ever went on one date with Suho and that was five years ago!”

      “First of all don’t say his name. Second of all so because you met him first that means how I feel doesn’t amount to anything?”

      “What the fuck are you on?! I never said that! Stop putting words in my mouth!” she threw her hands up “I didn’t do anything wrong I was just being friendly with my friend who just so happens to be a man! All I did was say ‘oh my god hi, how are you? How have you been? cause I haven’t seen you for over a year!”

      “yea right Alex come the fuck on, who acts so touchy with some guy she only went on one date on?–”

      “Ji-Yong you have got to be kidding me” she crossed her arms again.

      “–Also I clearly heard you call him Oppa~ and now you’re also admitting to having talked to him while we were dating? Well if that doesn’t get you girlfriend of the award I don’t know what will” he furrowed his brows.

      Alex was about to blow a gasket, she was trying so hard to not go completely mental on his ass. Ji-Yong has had his moments of jealousy in the past but it only ever got this bad when he allowed himself to wallow in his own self pity with a bottle at hand. Alex took a deep breath and spoke.

      “Ji-Yong can we seriously not do this right now? You’re super trashed so if you still wanna yell at me that badly by tomorrow when you’re hopefully sober then so be it”

      He scowled “No, I’m not done–”

      Ding. The doors to the elevator suddenly opened to reveal another drunken couple join them on the elevator. Only difference was, they actually seemed to like each other. As if the couple hadn’t noticed that they weren’t alone, they continued to giggle and laugh while kissing each other like it was the last chance they would ever have to do so. The sight of the other couple not only made Ji-Yong and Alex feel uncomfortable but it made them long for a time not so long ago when they were just like that. Ji-Yong not wanting to endure them rubbing their apparent love for each other in his face, he cleared his throat causing  the other couple suddenly wake up from their daze of young love only to realize they weren’t alone after all. The other two looked back at Alex and Ji-Yong with an apologetic look in their eyes. The boyfriend was the first to speak up.

      “Oh I’m so sorry” he said still holding his girlfriend “We didn’t notice you there, you guys were so quiet we thought we were by ourselves”

Ji-Yong merely gave him a half hearted smile and a nodded; Alex just turns to look away.

      Fuck was it that obvious they wanted nothing to do with each other?

      The girlfriend, in her drunken stupor, quizzically stared at the two with her eyes darting back and forth between the two; her eyes suddenly went wide. ‘Shit…’ Ji-Yong thought, here we go another super fan about to bombard him with a string of ‘Oh my god! GD Oppa~! Saranhaeyo!’

      “Omo! You’re G-Dragon! Oppa!” you see, he wasn’t completely wrong. “A-and you’re Alexandra McMahon!” the girl pointed and covered her mouth with her hand.

      Alex internally cringed at hearing her full name before she shot the girl an insincere smile.

      “Yup that’s me haha” she raised an eyebrow; Ji-Yong stayed silent.

      The boy and the girl smiled at each other before the boy spoke again.
      “What are you guys already calling it a night?” he chuckled “I never would have pegged you two for going to bed early, I would’ve thought you two would be partying until tomorrow!”
      Alex and Ji-Yong just glanced at eachother and let out an awkward laugh.

      The boy looked between the two and smiled.
      “Ohhhhhh! I get it” he smirked “You guys are going to go have an ‘after party’, am I right?” the girl playfully hit her boyfriend on the shoulder.
      “How did you guess?” Ji-Yong said in a monotone manner; the other two just laughed. Alex rolled her eyes and looked up at the glowing numbers above the doors indicating how much longer she’d have to endure the other two. Much to her surprise the next floor was theirs. She put on the fakest smile she could muster and grabbed Ji-Yong by the wrist.
      “Well it was so nice meeting you two but it looks like this is our stop!” the elevator doors opened and she pulled Ji-Yong along with her as she stepped out. Stopping right outside of the doors she placed her arms around Ji-Yong’s neck confusing the shit out of him.
      “Now you two kids have fun and stay out of trouble, I know we will. Right babe?” she said sardonically.
      Still confused as to what was going on, he spoke just barely above a whisper.
      “Uh y-yea?” he raised an eyebrow.
      Just before the doors were about to close she pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Taken aback by her actions it took him a second to process what was going on but it didn’t take long before he deepened the kiss and placed a hand on her cheek. The other two in complete awe, subconsciously started tilting their heads to the side to keep watching the display of affection before them as the doors were slowly closing; the boy spoke up for the final time.
      “Wahhhh, I wish we were that in love…”
      With the other two now gone and out off their hair, Alex and Ji-Yong stood their ground kissing just as passionately as before. But even now as she was running her hands through his hair, and every now and then giving it a gentle tug, he still could not understand what was going on. Did the alcohol just finally hit her? Had they finally argued so much that she had lost it? Or was this just the beginning to an entire evening full of amazing hate sex? Either way he wasn’t mad about his current situation. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her in even closer as he ground his growing erection into her. She let out a little moan into his mouth; Ji-Yong couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. With another gentle tug to his hair, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a small tug this time earning a moan from him.
      He pulled away from the kiss to speak “Mmm fuck. let’s go to the room before I fuck you right where you’re standing” he ran his hands over her ass.
Her only response was kissing his neck. He let out a small laugh and with and unrelenting Alex still kissing his neck he carefully pushed her in the direction of their hotel room. Bumping into things every now and again due to either the alcohol or when she’d nip at the sensitive spot on his neck, it was quite evident Ji-Yong was enjoying himself. Finally managing to make it to their room door, he paused pinning her between himself and the door as she continued her relentless attack on his neck.
      “Babe. babe–” he smirked as tried to get her attention.
All he received was muffled ‘Mmm?’.

      He licked his lips and threw his head back “Ung” he groaned “fuck babe you’re gonna make me cum before we even get to the fun stuff”
      She pulled away momentarily to smirk at him.
      He looked back at her and ran his thumb across her bottom lip; if there was anything he loved more in the world other than Alex herself it was her plush lips. Just looking at them brought back memories of all the amazing things that have come out of that mouth; also some of his favorite memories about things that have been in that mouth too. One item in particular being at the top of that list. If there was one memory that by far was his favorite, as lewd as it was and aside from the day they met, it would be the first time she ever gave him a blowjob; plain and simple. He remembers her saying that ‘she never usually did stuff like that’, she said ‘she only ever did that with whoever was her boyfriend at the time’. With what they did the rest of the night it was beyond ‘just blowing your friend for fun in his car because he came home from tour that night’. Come to think of it Alex wasn’t as ‘untouched as the morning dew’ as she said she was.
      Managing to get the door open and both of them inside, Ji-Yong slammed the door shut with his foot as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss. Not bothering to turn the lights on, or break the kiss, he lead her further into the room and gently pushed her onto the bed. With both their chests heaving up and down and feeling like their hearts were pumping so loud that the other could hear it, they looked into each other’s eyes as if time had stopped right then and there. Standing between her legs he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor before crawling on top of her to straddle her body. Ghosting his lips over hers and then to her neck made shivers run up and down her spine, he tilted her head to the side to get a better angle and began making quick work of her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bit her lip, he took one of his hands in hers and interlocked their fingers as he brought their hands above her head. The sensation of his lips and teeth grazing over her skin was driving her crazy, a hand she had previously placed upon his chest was now running down toward his toned midsection stopping every so often when he’d nip at the sensitive spot on her neck. Inciting little whimpers from her from the absence of his lips on her neck he kissed his way down toward her chest. He released her hand above her head and caressed her arm as he slowly lowered the spaghetti strap to her dress from her shoulder and unveiling one of her breasts. He took her exposed breast in his mouth before peppering kisses all over it and this time receiving a small moan and a tug to his hair. Pulling away he made his way back up to her lips and languidly kissed her before pulling away again to speak.
      “I love you” he pecked her lips.
      “I love you too” she ran her hand up his back.
        He smiled before he went back in to kiss her and ran his hand underneath her waist to lift her up higher on the bed. Settling between her legs, he hiked up her dress above her thighs and went back to suck on her neck.
      If there was one thing that made her patience wear thin it was when he would tease her and make it feel like it was an eternity before he actually started to fuck her. Wanting to speed up the process, she placed a hand on his abs and slowly made her way to his prominent erection that was just waiting to burst out of his pants. Sticking her hand between his pants and his boxer briefs she began to palm him earning a moan from him and a momentary halt on the attack on her neck.
      “Fuck” he groaned.

      She removed her hand to undo the zipper and button on his pants and this time returning to pump him in his underwear.
      “Shit” he moaned, she smiled to herself; one of her favorite things to hear was him swearing whenever she was either A) blowing him B) jerking him off or C) when she was on top, it was like some sort of sexy validation she was putting in work.
      Ji-Yong not wanting to end their private party before it even started, grabbed her by the wrist putting a stop to her actions.
      “Patience is a virtue…” he ghosted over her lips again.
      “Not when you tease me the way you do” she pouted.
      “Bet he can’t make you feel the way I do” he returned to kiss her neck.
      “Wait what did you just say?” she furrowed her brows and pulled away from him “Ji-Yong If you said what I think you said I swear–”
      “What you’re gonna go running to him?” he sat up straddling her.
      “You have got to be shitting me…” she shoved him off of her and rearranged her dress as she got up from the bed.
      “Did I miss something here? What did I do wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows.
      She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms “You’re joking right? You’re being an absolute douche bag!”
      “Oh what, you think that a hand job makes what you did with that asshole go away? Think again baby” he said getting off the bed.
      She clenched her jaw “You know what, how about I do us both a favor and fuck-off back to LA and you can literally go fuck yourself” she hollered as she made her way toward the door.
      “What the fuck do you mean you’re going back to LA? You can’t just leave without me, you know how bad that would look?!” he took a step toward her.
      With a hand on the knob of the door she stopped in her tracks and let out an incredulous chuckle “That sounds like a you problem”
      “Baby wait! W-What about your stuff, you wouldn’t just leave without your suitcase!”
      “Considering the fact that I’m worth millions, I’m pretty sure I can afford to buy a new wardrobe. Do whatever you with it, shove it up you ass for all I care!” and with that she slammed the door shut.
      “Alex–Alex!” Ji-Yong grabbed the vase on the night stand and smashed it into the wall. They have had bad fights before but never like this, there had been times where she threatened to leave but never actually threatening to leave for another country and actually walking out. Ji-Yong at this point had taken for granted the fact that no matter how pissed he’s made her that she’d always come back, on way or another she’d always come back. But he wasn’t so sure this time.


      “whoa, you ok there kid?” Tim asked with a severely concerned face
      “Huh?” I said absentmindedly “O-oh yea, yea I am” I forced a smile.
      “Where’d you go?” he put a hand on my shoulder “after you saw the picture you screamed bloody murder and then went total lobotomized zombie on me; just stared at the floor with a vacant expression”
      I shook head out of my thoughts “No, really I’m fine…I just..just kinda spaced out a little I guess”

      “A little?” he raised an eyebrow.
      A sudden clicking sound diverted our attention toward the front door that was slowly being opened. Tim and I became stiff; both in defensive mode ready to jump up and kick the intruder’s ass. Truthfully I was more concerned that I would be murdered in my underwear and at that the crime scene the police would find me in that kind of state of undress. The intruder slowly pushed the door open and made his way back first into the room and as if on queue the light to that walk way flickered and shut off shrouding the intruder in darkness. ‘Shit. am I really about to be Michael Myers-ed right now? Damn it I wish I had worn cuter underwear…’ I thought to myself. The intruder having turned back around encroached his way toward us and into view.
      “Ahh! Suho what the fuck?!” I put a hand over my heart “You scared the shit out of us”
      Carrying a bag in one hand, a cup holder in the other and another paper bag between his teeth let out a muffled ‘sorry’.
      I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with my fingers “What the hell are you doing here anyway? And how the hell did you get a key to my room?”
Suho let out a chuckle as he put down the items he was carrying “I told you I was coming back to check on you don’t you remember?”
      “Clearly there has been a miscommunication here because I wouldn’t be asking if I had remembered” I furrowed my eyebrows “Sorry I didn’t mean to sound so mean…”
      He smiled and shook his head “I was hoping this wouldn’t happen but I don’t blame you, especially after last night”
      I went wide eyed “Oh my god. We didn’t–did we?”
      He laughed “ouch, well if we had I really hope you would’ve remembered at least that. I’d want to leave a better impression than that on you” he gave me a smile that made me blush.
      “Oh I brought you these by the way, I didn’t know which ones were your favorites so I just got all of them” smiling again he handed her the mismatched bouquet of flowers.
      Taking the flowers I smiled into them as I put them up to my nose to take in their smell.
      Tim feeling like he had been booted out of the room rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.
      “Oh, hey Tim sorry I didn’t get you flowers but how about a coffee?” Suho gestured making me laugh.
      Not entirely fond of Suho to begin with, Tim didn’t really find his joke any more appealing than he found Suho.
      “So, thanks for bringing her back to her room last night, glad you came to check on her but as you can see she’s fine so you can–” Tim attempted to rush Suho out.
      “Hey hold on there, he’s not quite done here” I put my hand up “Now since you seem to be the only one that actually remembers any of last night, can you explain this” I held up Tim’s phone that held the webpage to my undoing; the only one of the pictures that was taken of me last night that had managed to not be blurry and of course it had to be one of Suho and I completely making out while waiting for a Taxi.
      “Oh…” Suho covered his mouth.
      “Listen, I’m not mad about the make out session I’m sure it was great–”
      Tim felt like he was about to gag.
      “–but I’m just more upset that my face is plastered all over the internet and half of it is being devoured by you”

      Suho held back a laugh “I mean” he rubbed the nape of his neck “It just kind of happened, I was trying to get you home because you were pretty hammered and one thing led to a thank you and that lead to you kissing me and that lead to–well that picture”
      I let out a sigh “Well I guess there’s nothing we can really do now” I leaned back on the bed “I can’t really complain if you’re the ‘Mystery Man’ I went home with”
      “Ok and with that I am out” Tim stood up making his way toward the door       “Alex, I’ll text you, and Suho” he just nodded his head and headed out the door. Leaving a very confused Alex and Suho staring after him.

3 weeks is way too long

Summary: Dan and Phil are bestfriends and they can’t spend three weeks apart from each other so they decide to go up north together. When they get there, Phil’s grandma insinuates something, and Dan has something to confess.

Word count: 3.3k

Genre: fluff

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Just Trust Me

Summary: Dan, 18, a transgender boy has enclosed himself from his roommate, Phil, until one day Phil really realizes what’s wrong. Phil helps Dan explore not only his sexuality but he teaches Dan how to handle his arousal, due to him never having any form of sex-ed in his life ever. So the first time Phil ever helped Dan and had held him in his warm arms, Dan’s life was forever changed.

“Are you hurt? Should I not of plopped you onto the bed, oh my god,” Phil was silent.

“No,” Dan said.

“I feel weird again, in my boxers and it keeps happening when you touch me and I wan’ to do something about it but I don’t know if I just have some disease that only happens to me and when you touched me that night it happened and I felt squirmy,”

Word Count: 4526

Warnings: hurt/comfort, so much fluff, little bit of angst, fluffy smut, detailed af for all you pervs

A/N: hope you enjoy!! this took me a while but I absolutely loved writing it omgh

Drunk In Love- Chanyeol- EXO

You had just had the worst day of your life. You spilled coffee on your boss, then got fired and then on your way home you fell on some water. Truly the worst day ever. Your two best friends who worked at SM invited you to a company party. You were hesitant at first cause you just wanted to stay at home watching movies and eating your feelings away

“Come on its good for you if you get out” “It will help you to get your mind off things.”

“Forget it tonight I’m mourning for all my hopes dreams that died after I got fired” you were going to turn around and head back to your cave when your friend tugged you by the collar.

“We’ll pay for all of your drinks just please come with us” this was your friend’s final attempt to get you to come. You hated to admit it but it worked. “Damn it fine I’ll go with you guys”

Lucky for you both of your friends worked with idols helping them get ready. They made you pretty and actually presentable.

When you got to the venue there were a lot of idols and important people everywhere. Luckily the venue had a bar so you could drink all night.

“Alright so, I’m going to be at the bar if you need me” you pointed towards it. “We should go dance first” your friend tugged your arm. “Talk to people it will help you forget about today” your other friend said.

“Guys honestly I’ve had a shity day and I just want to drink before I socialize” you looked at them both knowing they gave in. “Here’s my card drink as much as you like we’ll go dance” your friend handed you her card then leaving with your other friend to go dance.

You thought you would get better once you went out but you still felt sad and like crap.

You sat down at the bar where no one was at. The bartender came over to you and asked if you had long day.                           You chuckled “do I really look that bad? I actually got fired today” He then put a bottle of soju next to you telling you it was on the house.

Couple of bottles later you were sitting at a table with your friends still drinking. The place was almost empty but you didn’t want to leave.

“I’m GOinG tO RAN Awayf” you pointed towards you friend while stimulatingly taking a sip from your drink. “You should run away home then, come on” your friend said trying to pick you up. “HELF I’M BEinG KIfNaPPED!!” you started yelling at your friends who were trying to take you home.  “Nof MEAns NO” “HELFFF”

“Leaf Her Alune” came a voice from behind. “Ges AWAY frum her”  He dropped down next to you and held your head. “Is okEY IM Chanseol end Ill prutect you”                                                                                                           You hugged him back feeling safe in his arms. “Theis is trieing to take me with them” you sobbed into his chest.

Suho quickly came over apologizing for his behavior and tried to take Chan with him. “Sorry about him, he has had a lot to drink”

Your friends just chuckled and knew exactly that situation “She has also had A LOT to drink” said your friend still trying to take you away from him.

“nO I Whant to stey Vith Him” you said when they tried to pick you up. Chanyeol squished your face to make you look at him “Thas Reght dOnT leve me ever” You nodded your head promising you would never.

Suho knew neither of you would get away from eachother so instead he said they would take you home. Your friends were hesitant at first but agreed since they couldn’t take Chanyeol either with them.

They paid for your drinks and then left you in EXOs hands.

Chen and Baekhyun were trying to pick you and Chanyeol off the floor, but Chan pushed them away. “DUNT TOUSH HER SHI ES MENI” “Chanyeol you need to get off the floor” “I can du it Baek”

You spent 15 minutes trying to get up from the floor and would laugh when one of you fell.

You were sat down all the way back on some couches with the rest of EXO. Chanyeol had fallen asleep on your shoulder after talking with you. Which let the members finally speak to you. “So what’s your name?” asked Suho trying to break the ice.

“y/N” you said while drinking some more. Xiumin took the bottle from you “Maybe you should stop drinking” “Weth THe dey I had U wuld Understands” you said trying to get your bottle back. “What kind of the day did you have?” asked Chen amused. “A fad one”

“A fat one?” asked Chen laughing. “Nuu a dad one” you said shaking your head. “A bad one?” Chen said while trying not to die. You nodded your head.

“Anyways we need to get you home Y/N” said Suho as he was talking to a small child. Chanyeol heard this and woke up real fast. “SHES nut living” “Yuh” you said backing up Chanyeol. “Can you atleast give us an address?” asked a slightly annoyed Suho. “123 Sesame Street” you said giggling. “I likes Sesame streat” said a giggling Chanyeol. “OH U knows ELMO?” you asked Chanyeol. “We Vest fwiends” he said hitting his chest making a peace sign.

“I guess she can stay with us at the dorm with us tonight right?” asked Baekhyun to Suho. “I guess, plus is probably safer”

Suho tapped Chan on the shoulder telling him it was time to go home. Chanyeol first got scared that he had to leave you but Suho told him you were coming with them.

When you got to the dorm Chanyeol went straight to his shared room with you, telling the rest of his roommates to go to the other room. That night both of you barely slept.

(Not for that reason pervs) You stayed up most of the night talking. You were bit less wasted, allowing you to make comprehensible words.

“Thank you” you giggled to Chanyeol. “Why?” he said laughing back. “You made this day a bit less worse” you said hugging him. “Oh? What happened?” Chanyeol said hugging back.

“I got fired”

He tightened his grip and whispered in your ear “Something better will come” “I hope so” you said letting go giggling “Your face is cute” you said poking his face and laughing. “Yah! Why are you laughing?” Chan said poking your face back. “I’m still drunk” you laughed. He giggled back “same”

The next morning you were confused and scared as to why EXOs Chanyeol was hugging you. You also didn’t know where you were. You remembered meeting him but not coming home with him. Chanyeol woke up when he felt his arm being moved. He was about to scream at Baekhyun but instead found you trying to get up. He didn’t remember anything from last night except that he had met you. (And your name)

You went outside where you met the rest of EXO in the kitchen. As soon as they saw you they kept complaining how they heard you talking all night. You kept looking at them confused because you couldn’t remember. They gave you clothes so you could go take a shower.

It was awkward during breakfast because the members kept smiling towards each other not telling you or Chanyeol why they kept smiling and giggling. After that was done Chanyeol offered to take you home.

When he parked outside of your house, you thanked him and opened the door to leave but couldn’t. Chanyeol had grabbed your arm “C-can I have your number?” “I don’t remember much but I want to get to know you” he smiled sheepishly not meeting your eye. You wrote your number down on his arm gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. Leaving a flustered Chanyeol.

Not knowing by giving him your number you had just started the trip to the rest of your life.

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{BONUS}

 It was the day of your wedding. It had been 5 years since you had met Chanyeol but you still didn’t know what had happened that night. The guys still refused to tell you saying it was a story for another day. Your best friends also refused to tell you. After the ceremony was over(which in where Chanyeol cried) it was time for the party and speeches from groom’s maids. Chen was the last one to get up, he had a smirk that let you know something was up. He told everyone the story of how you two met. Which made the guests all laugh and you two extremely embarrassed but also plot Chen’s murder. 



This was inspired by a dream I had where I met Chanyeol while drinking. IDEK why?! I had a dreams like that but like it was the first dream I had with any kpop idol.

Seventeen All Unit Reaction: “Little Sister Dancing With BTS’s Jimin”

Anon: Could you do SVT reaction to you getting a opportunity to dance with Jimin from BTS in a music video but it is risqué (Also in this situation you are SVT little sister)I hope you don’t mind doing this. 😊

Hey!! Sorry it took so long! Hopefully it was worth the wait! <333 Also, I thought about doing something a little different - - if you guys like these mixed groups together let me know!! <3

*And as always! This is just a reaction, it is in no way real, not made to offend anyone and should not be taken as being in any way serious! gifs are mine!!*


Scoups/Seungcheol

“Hey sis,” Seungcheol said with that smile you know spoke trouble. “Got something you need to tell me?” 

You on the other hand just sat staring wide eyed at him. “Hmm? What you talking about?” you grumbled pushing him with your feet just so he would go away. 

He snatched your feet. “What’s this about you and Jimin? You’re actually going to do it?”

You shrugged your shoulders, not really caring about what Seungcheol thought about the situation. “Yeah, your point is?” 

“You’re going to do a dirty dance with him! That’s the point!” Seungcheol shouted suddenly pushing your feet off the chair. “Like you’re just a kid!”

“Oh god Coups! It’s not a dirty dance! Grow up!!” You grabbed your stuff off the coffee table and headed for the door. “I didn’t ask for your opinion!”

“No? What about mom and dad? Did you ask their opinion?” he laughed, grabbing the phone. 

“Seungcheol! What are you doing?!” You dropped your stuff sprinting after him. “Don’t you dare!” He slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it behind him. “SeuNGcheOL!! I’m going to kill you!! Open the door!!”

“Hey mom, no I’m good! Did you hear about Y/N?” You could hear him laughing on the other side of the door, before opening it. “God you’re gullible Y/N. I don’t care what you do, just look after yourself okay?” he laughed accepting the punch you threw at his chest.

“You’re such a jerk.”

Jeonghan

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Jimin - this’ll take two minutes I promise,” you stammered, out of breath as you ran to your phone still ringing in your bag. 

Jimin laughed quietly behind you dropping to the ground with a smirk. “Jeonghan, really doesn’t trust me does he?” he sniggered crossing his arms over his knees and throwing you a look you couldn’t help but smile at.

“Nope, hence the five missed calls! I have to call him back, is that okay?” Jimin nodded, jumping to his feet and carrying on with the dance. “Jeonghan, I’m practicing this better be important?” you hissed throwing a helpless look at Jimin who had already started sniggering. 

“I was just checking up on my baby sister! Is that so hard to believe?” Jeonghan sighed shaking his head. Behind him you could see Seungcheol who had a wide grin on his face too. 

“No! Coups has been winding you up again! Stop it guys!” you groaned circling with the facecam just so they wouldn’t see Jimin body rolling in the background. And, also as a distraction for you. “Nothing is going on okay…” you whispered quietly hoping Jimin didn’t hear.

Jeonghan on the other hand was too loud. “Look! As long as he keeps his grubby hands to himself I don’t care! And, also we were thinking about stopping by later…just to check in on you guys yanno…maybe see some actual dancing this time…” Jeonghan grinned widely, but in his eyes you could see the determination. 

“Jeonghan if you turn up again I swear I’m going to get you banned! NO! Stay away!”

“Yeah we’re more than fine!” Jimin sniggered in the background and you so wanted to punch him. Jeonghan’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape as Seungcheol shouted. “See told you!!”

“Do not turn up! Okay! I’ll call you later! Bye!”

Woozi/Jihoon

Jihoon hadn’t heard about your new job offer. And, the way he’d reacted wasn’t exactly the best, especially for Seungkwan who just so happened to spill the beans. 

“So, how’s Y/N? I heard about the new job she got…” Seungkwan’s words stilled Jihoon slightly as he glanced confusedly over his shoulder. The glare he received was so sudden that Seungkwan sat back in his seat. “Um…”

“What job?” Jihoon asked spinning in the chair. You were his little sister, and even though you two weren’t that close recently he still thought you would at least tell him about your opportunity. 

“Wait, now she’s going to dance with Jimin?” Jihoon smirked widely grabbing his phone. “My sister?” Seungkwan nodded slightly unsure of how Jihoon was really taking this. 

“What you doing?” Seungkwan suddenly asked before being quickly ushered from the studio. 

“Calling my sister obviously, now get out!” After the third ring you answered. “Hey Y/N.”

You could feel the smile spreading across your face. “You finally found out then? Huh?” 

“I just phoned to say congratulations. But, you have to remember - Jimin is on a whole other level to you sis,” he teased, the laugh in his throat as he heard your sharp intake of breath.

“I’m wounded! You asshole!” He smirked to himself, reminded of how much you two had distanced from one another. 

“Well, just remember. He does anything dodgy you call me, okay. I don’t care who he is! It won’t be just a guitar when it comes to my sister.”

Hoshi/Soonyoung

Hoshi had been so supportive of you when you had been picked to dance in the new music video with Jimin. And, what’s more, you had been picked because you were talented not because of who your brother was. 

“I’m not ready for this Soonyoung,” you mumbled as you stretched just before the main performance. He hadn’t been to any practices, or even seen the dance, he wanted to see it all for the first time when you filmed. 

“Nobody is more ready for this than you Y/N,” Soonyoung laughed, giving you a quick hug. “You’re going to be amazing! I promise you. And, I’m going to be here the whole time.”

You nodded, just as Jimin waved to you from across the set. “Wish me luck.” 

“You don’t need luck,” Hoshi smiled following you at a distance into the set. He was shocked. He didn’t know the dance was that ‘passionate’. And, he definitely did not feel comfortable seeing his sister dancing like that. Even though it was beautiful, and fitted the song, it was just wrong. 

No. The chemistry between you and Jimin was wrong. Once the first couple of takes were over you ran over to your brother with a smile on your face. “How was it? Was it okay? Was I okay?”

“It was great Y/N! But…”

Your groan of disappointment hurt him for a moment as you sipped at your bottle of water. “I knew there would be a but.”

“No, I was just going to say…I didn’t realise the dance was exactly…like…that…like you’re only sixteen Y/N. Didn’t think you could dance like that…”

“Yeah, I’m sixteen Hosh, but…” You rolled your eyes at him before hugging him quickly. “If it makes you uncomfortable you can go, but I could really use your support right now.”

“I’m not going to leave Y/N. I promised I wouldn’t. Now, are you sure that chemistry between you two is purely because of the dance or…” 

He pushed you slightly, and you could feel the embarrassment flush your cheeks. “Now I actually think you should go! Don’t make things awkward!”

“I’m your brother it’s what I do!”

Joshua/Jisoo

You and Joshua hardly got any time to hang out anymore, which sucked since you two had been really close before. Even though he annoyed you, he was still your brother. 

“So, when are you flying out?” you asked, taking a quick sip of the shake Jisoo had bought you. 

He made a small motion with his head before saying, “End of the week. But, I wanted to come to your first performance with Jimin - want to be there to support my little sis after all.”

You smiled widely at him, feeling your heart warm ever so slightly that he’d managed to persuade a delay on their schedule for you. “Really!? You’re amazing!”

“Yeah I know,” he laughed shrugging his shoulders as though it were nothing. “I mean you always come to my performances when you can, so of course I’m going to do the same for you.”

You smiled into your drink kind of dorking out because of how sweet he was being. Your brother was always caring, and always looked out for you. “I’m bringing the guys as well if that’s cool?” 

“Yeah! Of course!” Then it dawned on you. This dance was slightly flirty. Slightly being an understatement. You didn’t want your brother to see you doing anything like that - oh god. “Um, Jisoo. Just a warning…um this dance is…”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll make sure the guys don’t perv on you!”

Jun/Junhui

“You’re overreacting,” you grumbled to Jun who was not in the slightest bit happy in that moment. He was too busy venting. 

You knew he would  let you do the choreography with Jimin but, he just wasn’t happy with how ‘sexy’ they were making his little sister behave. “Yeah well, I don’t want him running his hands all over my sister!”

“It’s a dance Jun!” you laughed shaking your head at him and poking him. “Give it up already! You didn’t act this way when I danced with Minghao!”

“That was different,” Jun grumbled in response, looking away from you with a smirk. 

You groaned dropping down onto the sofa and looking up at him. “Jimin is a nice guy Jun. And, he told me if at any point I’m uncomfortable he said we’ll change the choreography.”

Jun sat opposite you and looked up sheepishly. “I know Y/N. I just wanted you to know that I am going to look out for you.”

“It’s just a job Jun. And, anyway you didn’t complain when I danced with you guys…”

“I know! I know! And, I know Jimin is a nice guy and won’t do anything to hurt you. I mean. Just look after yourself okay?” Jun didn’t say anything else as he got up and left for the kitchen.

Then he stuck his head back round the door. “Wait! When did you dance with Minghao?!”

“Psshhtt that was different!” 

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rachelle-on-the-run  asked:

We all know Chase is a bit of a perv in that one scene in Covenant. I bet he's never taken a girl cause he's actually secretly shy around them. But when you come around, it's not like 'hey you wanna do it?', it's more like 'yo man. you may seem cocky and confidant, but I bet when you touch a girl you blush like a beet' You bring him to your dorm while your friend is out partying. It starts off as simple kissing, then you kiss/nip his sensitive neck, then bringing his hand to touch your breast...

Oh blushing Chase hahaah

Sinful Sunday™

Seeing their crush undressing:

(This was great fun to write, but I’m really sorry they’re so short!)  I haven’t put this under a cut because it’s not very detailed, but skip this post if it’s not your thing.

Eren:

+Look, Eren doesn’t really understand the concept of privacy. It doesn’t occur to him that, since the barracks don’t lock from the inside and they’re communal, someone might be undressing in there. And, if they are, so what? It’s not like it’s anything he’s never seen before.

+But, when he opens the door to see you in just your underwear and a pair of trousers you’re in the middle of pulling up, Eren decides that he really needs to start knocking.

+Not that seeing more of you is a bad thing, of course! In the split second before you react, he gladly takes the opportunity to look at you, and he likes it. He’s always tried his hardest not to imagine your body for the sake of decency and respect, but what he can see is so much better than he could ever think of.

+…It’s just that, seeing you like this, makes him feel a little uncomfortable - and not emotionally, if you catch my drift. Eren feels terrible for it, but your body is certainly very nice, and he can’t help but admire it.

+He’s so engrossed in staring at you, that it takes you throwing a pillow for him to actually come to his senses. Eren immediately jumps into action, slamming the door shut and yelling apologies from the hallway. He really does feel awful, and he’s terrified that you’re angry at him.

+He definitely waits until you’re dressed to knock again and apologise. He doesn’t want to just leave that kind of thing hanging in the air, even if you’re not too bothered by him seeing you, so he makes sure to explain that he really didn’t know you were in there.

+Honestly, he probably offers to go shirtless if he thinks it’ll make you feel less embarrassed. It’s a somewhat awkward offer, and he feels like an idiot after saying it, but his intentions are good.

+After a few days, you’re both able to laugh it off. Eren doesn’t really see the human body as something to be ashamed of, so he never makes things uncomfortable, and it’s easy to get over. However, he does still sometimes think back to that moment he had of looking freely at you… don’t tell anyone.

Jean:

+Jean places a lot of importance on privacy, so the only way he’ll walk in on you is if he’s too distracted to think to knock on the door. Unfortunately, this means that he is completely unprepared for what he’s about to see, and this only makes the whole situation worse.

+It’s not even as though you’re fully naked - you’ve got everything on apart from your shirt, and his quick reactions mean he barely sees you. But, Jean is a little bit of a drama queen, and he reacts in true Jean fashion.

+As soon as he catches a glimpse of your bare skin, he shouts so loud it could be heard from a mile away and stumbles out the door with his eyes covered. He’s blushing up a storm as it is, and then he realises.

+Oh my god. That was you. OhmygodohmygodJeanwhatthefuck. Jean the perv! Oh, Jesus, fuck, you’re gonna think I’m so weird! I didn’t mean to do it! Shit! What do I do?!

+Even as he slams the door shut, still screaming like a newborn baby, he’s got to admit that what he saw definitely wasn’t terrible. Of course, he’s embarrassed to no ends that he walked in on you, but you do have quite the body. All the blood’s in his cheeks, but it might rush somewhere else if it wasn’t so preoccupied.

+However, drama queen Jean quickly returns in full force, and he starts groaning and rubbing at his eyes. As said before, he places a lot of value on privacy, so seeing you like that is really upsetting for him. He feels really, really bad. Plus, he’s ridiculously scared that you must hate him now.

+How utterly scandalous.

+Honestly, Jean absolutely runs away before you have the chance to talk to him, and avoids you for the next few days. He figures that it’s for the best, since he’s busy despising himself and you must be really angry at him. Jean’s logic is not always great.

+Luckily, he gets some sense knocked into him by his friends (who have been extensively complained to, and consulted for advice). Jean can’t stop saying how sorry he is, even if it wasn’t really a lot of skin, and it takes a while to get him to realise that you’re not hugely bothered. Eventually, he’s able to move on.

+Just don’t bring it up again, though. Ever. Please.

anonymous asked:

How would the 2p react if their crush came in on them changing

2P!America: “Ayyyeee, what a nice surprise.~” He cooed. Of course, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest, and struck a pose showing off his six-pack and tattoos. “Ahaha, you could totally chill there for as long as you like babe!” He laughed and would totally go full on male-stripper if you wanted him to.

2P!China: “Hm?” Calmly, he turned, and once he saw you, a pleased smile eased onto his lips. “Oh hey cutie!~ What’s up?” He’d continue changing as if you weren’t even there. “…Heh, you can come in if you want?”

2P!England: He instantly hid his body with anything nearby. “P-Pardon!” He squeaked, mortified. Several minutes after the encounter, he would still be blushing uncontrollably.

2P!France: “Oh,” He’s not one to show emotion, but this caused him to chuckle a bit. “Sorry ’bout that.” He’d casually keep changing whether you left the room or not.

2P!Russia: “…” He wouldn’t say much, unless you counted the annoyed look he got on his face. “…Get out, you perv.”

2P!Italy: He sniggered, “Your expression is so amusing. Do you wish to stay?” He looked smug and entirely comfortable with being half-naked in your presence.

2P!Germany: He tilted his head at you. “…’Sup?” A few second later, he lost his cool. “Ahahaha, you should see your face right now! Don’t move!~” He snapped a picture of you on his phone before you got the chance to regain composure.

2P!Japan: He pouted irritably. “Excuse you. This is my changing room.”

2P!Canada: “Uh?” He paused what he was doing and narrowed his eyes at you. If you apologized, he’d reply with “It’s cool,” and continue changing, but not without a tsundere blush on his cheeks.

2P!Romano: He’d scream like a girl. And then laugh. The end.

2P!Austria: “…You did this on purpose, didn’t you, my sweet?” He’d do every sexy pose imaginable within the span of your presence, laughing softly at your reactions. “Feel free to draw me or photograph me whenever you like; my body is quite the work of art, ohohoho!~”

2P!Prussia: He’d blush like crazy and this would probably go down as one of his most embarrassing moments ever…. and the next few times he saw you he’d get red and flustered all over again

EXO Reaction when their girlfriend is complaining about her chest

Like.. almost all girls do this xD Xo, Admin A~

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Chanyeol:

*Trying to hide he’s turned on* “Oh they are good good jagi… on the point!”

Kris:

“Hmm… come closer… let me have a better look…” *Naughty naughty*

Sehun:

“Yeah jagi.. you should try another bra… yes…”

Tao:

“Aish… this girl.. she seriously thinks they aren’t perfect… how?” *stares at the pic you sent him, every five minutes*

Kai:

“You know… they say they grow if you eat chicken…” *His solution to everything*

Xiumin:

“I don’t know jagi… for me they…you are perfect” *So lovely*

Baekhyun:

*Can’t stop staring at you* “Babe… what’s your worry. For me you are beautiful, flawless… now let’s get going. We have a date remember?”

Luhan:

*You start doing weird things on the mirror while he watches* “Baobei… I don’t know about you… but I like those two!” *Such a perv*

Chen:

*A little bit nervous* “Are we… really talking about boobs?I just… I like them jagi… I don’t see a problem… yeah”

Kyungsoo:

*Really embarrassed* “Oh no jagi… don’t grab them like that.. I just…please” *Maybe he’s imagining things too…*

Lay:

“I don’t want to hear you say those things! Not until you accept you are perfect!”

Suho:

“Maybe… I can make you change your mind…” *Oh so daddy-like…*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Slight of Hand

Originally posted by seasideliving

“Pleaseeee,” you’d been trying to convince Eggsy to say “yes” all night.

“No!” He exclaimed not taking his eyes off the television.

“Eggsy, please,” you begged like a child, clasping your hands together and squeezing your eyes shut.

“No, I ain’t teachin’ my bird to pickpocket,” His voice was firm and authoritative.

You pouted for a moment before conjuring up a plan; if begging didn’t work perhaps reverse psychology would.

“Fine.” You said matter-of-factly, leaning lackadaisically on the arm of the couch as if you’d given up.

“Thank yo-”

“I’ll just figure it out myself.”

“Whoa, if there’s one thing ya ain’t doing is ‘figuring it out yourself’.”

“Then, you teach me,” you smiled smugly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Alright,” Eggsy sighed running his hands through his hair.

“Thank you.” you said victoriously, repositioning yourself on the couch to face him.

“Don’t get ahead of yaself. They’re some rules you need ta know. First; ya don’t take from kids, women, or the elderly. Everyone else is fair game,” he paused for a moment, his brows furrowing as he mulled it over over in his mind.

“What’s the other rules,” you inquired.

“Now that I think about it, that’s my only rule. But there’s a couple ways you can go about it; violence, distraction, and using a crowded area,” Eggsy almost sounded like a professional. “Aight, I don’t like this method and won’t use it, but I’m gonna tell ya just for the hell of it. The violent method; it’s basically shaking someone down, whether its with a knife of gun or a blunt object, either way it’s dangerous, and recklessly. It’s daft, just don’t to it. Then, there’s the distraction method; I usually do this one with one of the guys. There’s a couple of different ways to go about this. First, find a bloke that looks like he has just 'enough’ money.”

“What do you mean 'enough,” your brows furrowed together.

“Well, if he’s like us, he ain’t got much money. If he’s rich he’ll be real suspicious when some chav approaches him, ya know? Find someone with just enough, they carry enough money to make a profit, but too stupid to have any alarms go off when we walk up to 'em.”

“Oh.” you whispered.

“This is what ya do; find your target and follow them for a bit, obviously not too close. When you get a good feel of your target, this is when you start the actual pickpocketing. You’re going to "find” the ten pounds they drop. You approach them like,“'cuse me sir, did you drop this?” They’re too busy thanking you for bein’ a good Samaritan to notice your partner takin’ their wallet outta their back pocket.“

"Oh, that’s easy,” you said over confidently, causing Eggsy to roll his eyes.

“Well, that ain’t the hard one, luv. The hard one is just pocketing someone’s wallet as you walk by. We usually do this while on the tube; it’s always crowded and no one notices when they get bumped into a little bit. Again, you pick who looks like a good target, then you watch them; try to figure out where they keep their wallet. Then, when you’re getting off, bump into them a little and while you’re doing that just slip ya hand into their pocket. With enough practice they won’t even notice until they get home.”

“Okay,” you thought over what he told you. “So, when are we going to do this?”

“Do what?” He looked at you as if he had no clue what you meant.

“Pick pocketing…”

“I thought you just wanted to know how to do it. I just can’t take ya pick pocketing!”

“Why not?”

“What if we get caught? I mean, my record is already pretty damn long so one more offense won’t 'urt, but you’re trying ta get into medical school! I’m not letting you ruin your life for something that stupid.” Rarely was he the voice of reason, but when it came to the well being of other’s, especially yours, he was always looking for their best interest.

You were silent for a moment, he was right….but you really wanted to do this and when you set your mind to something, regardless of your better judgment, you went for it.

“Please, Eggsy, it’ll be my first and last time.Promise,” He looked at you for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“Alright, let’s go.” He said lifting himself from the couch and headed towards the door.

“Wait, what?” You weren’t expecting him to give in so easily.

“Yeah, well go in a few minutes. I jus’ gotta call one of me mates.”

“Call him for what?”

“To make sure the trains don’t have much security on them tonight,” he explains walking into the bedroom to take the call. “Don’t want ya gettin’ caught.”

_______

Half an hour later you found yourself on the tube wondering what you’ve gotten into. Eggsy was busy trying to explain to you which was the bet candidate for your scheme. It was long before he pointed someone out to you.  

“Him.” Eggsy pointed.

“Him, who?” Questioning which men in the crowded area he was referring too.

“The tall, middle aged bloke in the suit.”

“Isn’t he a little too posh…and old?” You questioned.

“Nah, ya cute,” he gave you a quick wink. “He’d never suspect you of bein’ a pickpocket. Anyway, he can’t be that old.”

“You sure about that?”

“Of course; just bump inta him, apologize, bat those lashes and take his wallet.” He made it sound a little too easy.

“Ok,” you whispered more to yourself than him. You could hear the beating of you heart or maybe that was your common sense kicking in. Too late! You were throwing all caution into the wind. The extra money wouldn’t hurt either, you rationalized.

You abruptly bumped into the tall gentlemen as the train jostled and slide your hand in and out of his pocket.

“Sorry,” you sincerely apologized, feeling the immediate regret.

As soon as the next stop came, you bolted for it. You weren’t exactly sure what you running from, no one was chasing you, but you needed to get away. Your parent didn’t raise a thief, even if it was just for the thrill and even if you sort of needed it. You were suppose to have your life together by now, but here you were running down random streets in London’s East end.

Pausing to catch your breath, you heard quiet footsteps behind you.

“Ma'am, I believe you have something of mine.”

“Um, what?”

For an older man he was quick on his feet.

“May I have my wallet back please,” to your surprise the man didn’t seem angry or the least bit upset. “If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t have noticed my missing wallet.”

“'Course,” you pulled the wallet from you pocket with a trembling hand. “Sorry, I jus-”

“I know, no need to explain. Gary already told me.”

“What?”

“You’re the young lady Gary is courting, correct? He told me you wanted to learned how to pickpocket, and as brash and reckless as he can be, he wanted it to be a controlled environment.”

You were a tad bit stunned. How did Eggsy know him? People like the man standing in front of you never give people like you or Eggsy the time of day.

“I’ve heard about how ambitious you are,” he continued when you didn’t speak.

“And I’d like to proposition you for a career opportunity.”

Oh great, he was some sort of perv. You rolled your eyes and began to back up.

He in turned rolled his eyes.

“I’m not inquiring you of that kind of proposition. Gary told me about your endeavor into medical school and your troubles,” He was referring to your financial troubles; if it weren’t for them you’d would have completed University a year ago. Albeit, paying your own way through school was a task in itself. “He speaks of you highly, and I’m willing to go out on a limb–even negating the circumstances of our meeting–to finish paying for your schooling, if you work for my company.”

“Why would you do that? Especially after I took your wallet.”

“If you knew the circumstance your Eggsy and I met, you wouldn’t worry about that.” A subtle smirk dances across his mouth.

You weren’t sure why, but the smirk out you at ease a little. Maybe you should trust this men. After all Eggsy and him did have a good repertoire.

“Can I ask your name?”

“Forgive me, a gentlemen shouldn’t go without introducing himself. You can call me Harry.”

“I’m not sure if I’m exactly what you’re looking for, though?”

“I’ll tell you what I told your boyfriend, If you’re prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform.”

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This was written by our lovely @fitness-metamorphosis

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The Right Armour

A/N: ReaderxSherlock One-shot :D (For those who submitted requests, I promise I’ll try working on them tomorrow. I haven’t written anything in a while. Will be needing a little time to get back into the swing of things. :) Thanks for understanding. Apologies for the delay.)

Warning/s: Implied smut.

Word Count: 600+

You woke up to the sound of the bedroom door closing.

“Hmm?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes. You saw Sherlock half-naked and fresh from the shower. A towel hung at his hips as he ruffled his hair with a smaller one. You ogled him like a perv for a few more moments. With a sight like that, who could blame you?

“You’re up early.” You said as you slowly sat up.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Sherlock walked to you, giving you a kiss on the mouth. His moist lips made the kiss sweeter, although in all honesty it tasted minty. “Lestrade just sent me a case. Too interesting to pass up.” He whispered into the kiss.

“Oh. I was thinking maybe we could have a part two of last night’s show?” You bit your lip.

“We will. Later.” He grinned. “But for now, why don’t you help me find the right armour.” He said, removing the towel and letting it pool at his feet. Your expectant eyes were disappointed upon seeing that he already had his pants on. You didn’t get a good look last night, it was too dark.

“Did you really think I would let you see all of me?” He smirked. “I’ll leave some to your imagination.” He winked. Sherlock grabbed a pair of trousers and started putting on a police uniform.

“What do you think?” He turned to you.

“Mmm. No.” You shook your head.

“Okay…” He took of the police hat and started undressing in front of you. You smirked to yourself. It was like Sherlock was giving you a Magic Mike moment. You approved of the turn of events.

“How about this?” Sherlock put on a fireman’s uniform.

“No. No.” You shook your head for the second time, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

“Yeah, I don’t think so either.” He said, giving himself a once over at the mirror. He took off the striped coat, allowing you to see the soft definitions of his muscles flex as he moved. He bent forward as he took his trousers off. The garter of his pants hugged his firm round arse quite justly. You let out a hush groan only you can hear.

“Well?” Sherlock stood wearing a suit but he tweaked it a bit. He wore a pair of glasses, carried a brown leather satchel, and clutched a decent stack of books and papers.

“You look like a history professor.”

“That’s what I was going for.” Sherlock replied. You scrunched your nose, pretending to not like it. “No?” He mimicked your expression.

“No.” You shook your head.

“Fine…” He turned around, settling his props. Sherlock started the glorious process of removing his clothes once more. You unconsciously bit your lip and tilted your head to get a better view.

“Hey…” Sherlock said suspiciously. He caught you through your reflection on the mirror. “Wait a second…” He turned around after successfully removing all his upper body garments. You stood straight to attention. “You just want me to take my clothes off again…” He deduced you quite correctly.

“What? Of course not!” You denied his accusation.

“Oh, don’t lie to me, Y/N. I can see right through you.” Sherlock laughed.

“Okay, fine. So what if I was?“ You raised your eyebrow.

“You cheeky…” He walked over to where you were sitting. Forcing both of his knees in between yours, Sherlock’s lap touched your inner thighs. His half-naked body now stood dangerously close to you. His slightly cool skin clashed with the warmth of yours. You looked up to see him smirking devilishly down at you. The glasses on his eyes instilled the professor vibe.

Reaching for his riding crop, he grumbled, “Well, now. I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson.” Audibly swatting it a few times on his palm.

Preference #17 You Wear His Clothes

Masterlist

|Liam|

You woke up with your head on Liam’s bare chest and the sound of the soft rain outside. You could his steady heartbeat on his chest and his breathing soft. He was probably still tired from your night together. You lifted yourself off his chest and got out of bed. You slipped on your underwear off the floor and put on Liam’s flannel. You saw you had to go to work in a couple hours so went down stairs to make breakfast. You made yourself coffee first and started making the batter for the pancakes. After making the batter, you put the it by the stove.

“Good morning, babe,” Liam said in your ear, hugging you from behind.

“Hey,” you said turning around to give me a quick kiss.

“You look so sexy in my clothes,” he smirked, lifting you up and putting you on the counter.

“I think I look better than you,” you joked, wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him closer.

He chuckled. “Do you have to work today?” Liam asked, messing with the selves of the blue flannel.

“If I don’t want to get fired, and I’m really trying to get this promotion so I have to be really focused there for the next couple weeks,” you reminded him. “I’m really close to getting this.”

“Just call in sick and stay here, just for today. We don’t have many days when it’s just us,” he sighed.

“I’m almost out of sick days and we’ll make this work; we always do. I promise,” you smiled, trying to cheer him up a bit.

“Fine but can you finish making breakfast in my flannel?” He asked, rolling up the sleeves. “As long as you help me.” You said before giving him a quick kiss.

|Niall|

You had successfully finished a date with Niall. Since you had just started dating a couple months ago, you went on small dates or just hung out at your apartment or his house because he didn’t want pressure from the media or fans on your relationship so soon.

“Please remind me to bring a jacket everywhere I go since the weather likes to change like crazy,” you sighed, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.  

“Yeah, one minute you think it’s gonna be a perfect day and then the temperature drops ten degrees,” he chuckled.

“Usually I would have a jacket with me, but since we decided to walk today,” you laughed.

“Well here, borrow my jacket then,” he said taking it off.

“Oh no, Niall. I don’t want you to be cold at the expense of me,” you said pushing it away. It was rather chilly out. You knew Niall had on less than you. He could afford to lose his jacket.

“I rather be cold and you warm than the other way around,” he shrugged, putting it around your shoulder.

You smiled and put your arms through the sleeves. “It’s nice to know that shivery isn’t completely dead,” you smiled, leaning in to him more.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. You felt warmer already. “You know if someone catches us and gets a photo, this can’t be a secret anymore,” you reminded him.

“Yeah but I don’t care anymore. You’re my girl. Let them take their pictures,” he decided.

“Are you sure?”

“Y/N Y/L/S, I’m crazy about you, and I want the world to know it. If that’s okay with you.” he told you.

You smiled, “That’s perfect.”

|Zayn|

You were currently on tour with Zayn. They had just finished a concert the other night and had one the following day so you stayed in a hotel. You woke up to the sound of Zayn running the shower. You could faintly hear him singing too which make you smile. You rolled out of bed to soon find out how cold it was in your room. You slipped on your pants and Zayn’s red hoodie that was on lying on top of his clothes in his suitcase. It still smelled like him from when he wore it a week ago.

“Good morning,” Zayn whispered in your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist. You could tell he was still only wearing a towel and a little wet.

“Hey babe,” you smiled.

“You know, you’re wearing the hoodie I was going to wear today,” he said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just a bit cold in here,” you said beginning to take it off.

“No, I got it,” He assured you.

He started lifting up his hoodie, taking your tank top underneath with it.“Hey!” you yelled, pulling your tank-top down. “Don’t be a perv,” you laughed, shoving him.

“How can I be a perv if I’m your boyfriend?” he asked.

“You know I’m not wearing a bra,” you said, taking off the hoodie and throwing it at him.

“Fine but I’m your perv,” he smirked before pulling you in and softly kissing you.

His hand quickly went to your stomach, rubbing his thumb over it. He tried backing you up into your bed.

“Zayn Malik, if you don’t stop and get dressed,” you mumbled against his lips, breaking the kiss.

“Fine, I’m going.”

|Harry|

You were feeling under the weather while on tour with Harry. You were just going to cancel but you missed him dearly and wanted to see him. After a concert, the boys wanted to watch a movie. You decided to watch it with them, but you kept feeling your sickness over come you, making you tired.

“You okay?” Harry asked you realizing that your head was barely staying up, hitting his chest each time.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired,” you mumbled rubbing your eyes. “I think I’m gonna go to bed. Good night,” you said standing up from your spot.

You heard the boys ask where you were going and Harry answer for you. You walked into the back and lazily stripped your clothes off. It was freezing. You quickly put on some joggers and your sweater on his bunk. You laid down in Harry’s bunk feeling uneasy. You’re head was pounding and your nose running.

“Y/N?” Harry called out. “Are you still awake,” he asked tapping your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you groaned turning around meeting his gaze. “I didn’t want to leave my sick girlfriend back here,” Harry said making you move over so he could fit.

“Harry, I’m fine,” you reassured him. “Go finish your movie with the rest of the guys. You’re going to miss the best part,” you said, laying back down.

“Fine, but put this on,” he said, taking off his hoodie and giving it to you.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” you sniffled, slipping the hoodie on.

“I’ll get another one. Just get some rest babe,” he said before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, but go any enjoy your movie,” you smiled, waving him off.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

|Louis|

“Come on Y/N, you’re going to make the both of us late,” Louis whined from the kitchen.

“Louis, you don’t have to take me to work. I can catch a ride from a friend,” you assured him.

“I know, but you’re on my way to work, and I wanna pick you up later and take you out for dinner,” he reminded you.

You were ready, it was just your hair. It wasn’t acting right and you were running out of time. You sighed in frustration before walking out the bathroom and into your bedroom. You looked in the drawers, hoping to find one of Louis’s beanies that would match your outfit. You gave up your hope in finding one before you ran down stairs. Louis was sitting at the table on his phone with the beanie you were looking for.

“Louis, babe, can I borrow that beanie?” you asked sweetly.

“No, I’m wearing it,” he said, holding it down.

“Please, babe. My hair looks a mess and your other beanies don’t match and you never have bad hair days,” you begged.

He sighed and slid it his head. “Fine and it’s only because I love you,” he said handing it to you.

“And that’s why I love you,” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“You look better in it anyway,” He chuckled, fixing his hair.

“See, your hair always looks good even when you wake up or take a beanie off,” you said fixing it for him.

“Thanks but we should leave because we are both late,” he said checking his phone.

‘Then I guess we should get going.“

New Wounds

An exceptionally belated commission for @wetsammywinchester, who donated to a fanworks auction months ago and requested voyeur-flavoured angsty pre-Stanford first time. Paula, I’m so sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s a little bit like what you wanted. <3 And thanks to @anotherwinchesterfangirl for her unbelievably patient beta-ing!

It’s the kind of motel where you can check in unannounced at 4 am, which is what they do – pull up just as the first streaks of watery dawn are blurring in the east, the sky lightening a little out the rearview window. John goes up to the office to sort the license plate details and Sam helps Dean into the room. He’s big enough now that he can take most of Dean’s weight, a fact that makes him both happy and a feeling he doesn’t quite recognise, a flush of murky possessiveness. He gets Dean onto the closest bed and helps him jimmy what’s left of his tshirt up over his shoulders. A werecat got him full in the ribs and its teeth into his neck, or as it turned out fastened around his collarbone till John blew it away with the saltgun, but it was close enough that Sam threw up a little behind the back tire afterwards and bad enough that John drove 20 clicks over the whole way here. There’s a bruise darkening from crimson to purple over his chest, beneath the jagged gashes of the werecat’s teeth close, so close to his jugular.

‘Hang tight,’ says Sam, and goes into the bathroom cause he’s needed to piss for a couple of hours now. While he does he lets his head fall back till the curls at the back of his head brush against his shoulders. He’s thinking absently about Dean, the best way to stitch his cuts, how long the bruising will take to turn that bruised opalescent green, thinking vaguely of the way the black of the really bad ones will swallow Dean’s freckles. Little black holes, engulfing space and time into euphoric demolition. Once Dean’d brought a girl back to the room when he still had a black eye and bruises all down one side from slamming into a wall two days before. He’d peeled off his clothes and fucked her carefully, weight shifted onto just one of his arms, and lying in the other bed Sam had watched the shadows of the traffic outside ripple over the darker bruises up Dean’s side and he’d slipped a little over the event horizon, had put his palm flat over his dick, held it against his tummy, and come without moving, just the jerk of his cock bumping hard and hungry against his hand.

He flushes the toilet, now, splashes his face, takes a breath.

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What’s your name? | Ethan Dolan imagine

characters: Ethan Dolan x y/n 

Writer: Nicole 

prompt: you meet him for the first time 


Originally posted by thewritingbranch

you stand in front of a dainty coffee shop in LA.your face is scrunched up in worry..

you were doing your hours to get your licenses, your older sister told you to drive by this coffee shop to get her some coffee. But after you purchased the coffee, the car and your sister is no where to be found.

‘thank god this is a nice neighborhood’ you thought to yourself.  

Your small stature would not make it in the ghetto, you struggle to take out your phone and hold two cups of coffee at the same time.

As you pathetically struggle, two attractive young boys approach the same coffee shop.

“ohfuckmyasshole” you say to yourself, your cup of coffee spilled all over your leg as you helplessly attempted to reach your phone. 

you catch the attention of one of the boys, he tilts his head a bit smiling. He takes in your small cuteness from afar. He rushes over.

“ Hey are you alright?” he asks, helping you hold one of the coffee cups.

“ oh yeah i’m fine, tha- holy shitballs” you yell-ish, your mouth gaping a little. 

‘IT’S ETHAN FUCKING DOLAN ‘ you think to yourself.

“ That’s an interesting word” he laughs, you stand in utter awe, he’s so beatiful.

“fuckme” you whisper.

“excuse me?” he chuckles a bit, giving you a weird look.

“ what?” you act dumbfounded.

‘you shit stick why’d you say that for? you perv’ mentally slapping yourself with  brick.

“you just sai-” you cut him off, not wanting repeating your spurt of words.

“ thank you for helping me! imlikeatotalmesspleaseforgivemetodayisnotmydaybutitwouldbegreatifigotapicturewithyou” you smile after quickly saying that sentence. 

His face goes blank for a few seconds, then he breaks into a cute laugh. he re positions his hat, and places the coffee cup onto the table.

“ yes of course you can get a picture! only if you give me your name and phone number” he shines a grin.

you bite your smile, shaking a bit considering Ethan Dolan just asked for your number.

“How do i know if you’re not a pervert or a rapist or something” you jokingly narrow your eyes at him.

he spreads his arms, signaling for you to look at him.

“ Do i seriously look like a rapist to you?” he asks

“ I mean i guess” you said, titling your head to look at him. He rolls his eyes.

“ So what’s your name?”

“y/n” you smile, giving Gray your phone to take the photo. you both smile greatly at the camera.

“ y/n… that’s a beautiful name” he whispers, looking down at you.

you smile…

this is gonna be good 


it’s currently 1:20 AM i apologize for the quality of this imagine 

Risky

Request–

Imagine waiting in Roman’s locker room, he walks in and sees you. He wraps his arms around your waist, leans in and kisses you, then he seduces you!


I’m pacing back and forth in the locker room. Joe’s match was beyond amazing, but incredibly brutal on his body. He had his match with Bray at Hell in a Cell. He wrestled Kofi. And then the fatal four-way match. I don’t think I’ve seen him put this much strain on his body since the Fastlane PPV. No! Wrestlemania. I cringe as I spin on my heel to continue my pacing. That is not something I want to relive. Honestly. None of us do. His body was so beat up I think I shed a tear just watching him grunt and groan as he took his shirt off for a shower. Joe is stubborn. He’s the true definition of a big baby. But he’s my big baby, and I will baby him as much as he needs me too because truth is, I’m a little needy. As in I need him to be okay. I need him to be happy. I need him.

The door swings open and I immediately turn in its direction. My feet rev up like an engine, speeding off to run into his arms. He makes a low grunt as my body hits his, but throws his arms around me anyway.

“You were amazing, baby!” My excitement is muffled by his chest. “I’m very, very proud of you.”
He kisses me softly, wrapping his arms tighter around me. “Thank you, sweetheart. Have you just been sitting in here this whole time?”
“Does my gear suggest that I’ve been anywhere but?”
He chuckles, landing another soft kiss to my forehead before releasing me. He shuffles over to the small couch in the middle of the room and pats the cushion beside him. “Why didn’t you sit out there with everyone else? There are plenty of TVs out there too.”
“Because I wanted to sit in here and wait for you.” I sidle up to him. He groans faintly. My poor big baby. He’s probably hurting. I ease off of him a bit instead just staring up at him. The question he always asks me after a match dances around in my head. “Are you injured or are you hurt?”
“A little bit of both.”
“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“How about one of your amazing massages?” He playfully pouts, leaning over and running his lower lip against mine.
I lean up and steal a kiss. “Coming right up. Let me get the oil. You take off your vest.”
“That sounds like a good time.”
“Oh, get real you perv!” I push him away and make my way to his suitcase. I dig out the oils and trot back over to the couch.

My breath abandons me completely. I sometimes forget how utterly beautiful Joe’s back is. I plop down behind him and start pouring the oil into my hand to warm it up. I also see the thick, fading pink welts across his back. Not my favorite part of his job, but they go away eventually. I get my greedy little fingers to work, feeling the tensing and releasing of his muscles under my touch. Just as I begin to think I may be doing more harm than good, he speaks.

“That feels so, so good. I am so lucky to have a girlfriend with magical little fingers.”
I smile even though he can’t see me. “I’m glad you realize this.”
He flexes his muscles again. “Do I suspect a hint of sarcasm in your tone?”
“Quite possibly.” I laugh, digging into his lower back. He lets out a drawn out groan. “Ah. Your weak spot.”
Joe turns his head so he can get a tiny glimpse of me. “You’re my weak spot.”
“Oh, stop being Mr. Smooth Talker. I’m already massaging your back. There’s no need to kiss ass.”
“Have you ever known me to be anything but honest?”
“I’ve known you to be an ass kisser when you need to be.”
“Switch,” he mumbles, insinuating he’s going to massage me now. Though I’m perfectly fine. We both spin in our seats until I’m facing the door and can no longer see my man. I unclasp my top, keeping a firm hold of my front in case someone comes in. “Are you upset about tonight?”
“What do you mean?” I know exactly what he means.
His fingers glide freely across my skin, and it feels so damn good. “I mean… your match getting bumped. That really sucked.”
I shrug under his touch. “I’m not that upset. It wasn’t a titles sort of thing.”
“It still sucks.”
“You’re right. It still sucks, but I’m good. It’s still a great night.”
Joe leans forward, kissing my shoulder repeatedly. “You’re right. We should celebrate.”
My mood picks up at the mention of celebration. “There are plenty of things we can do.”
“Like?” I pant as his kisses begin to move north. Up my shoulder, to my neck, stopping right at my jaw.
“We could go for some beers.” Kiss. “We could go back to our hotel room.” Kiss. “We could lock the door.”
My head falls back much too willingly. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“That depends,” he says softly in my ear, moving down to my neck and to my throat. A soft nibble and lick and the pull between my legs almost catapults me back. “Is it working?”

Oh, God. I am weak. Weak. Weak. Weak! I have absolutely no self control when it comes to Joe. So I spin around, abandoning my top and press myself into him. He fixes my legs, wrapping tight around him as my lips meet his. I kiss him hungrily, savoring the taste of his lips. His tongue breaks past my lips, dancing with mine. He licks at me like his life depends on it. If I didn’t know any different, I’d testify to it.

Joe reaches between us, feeling my breasts, smearing the oil all over them. I let out a moan that I most likely shouldn’t have let slip. But it goes with the no self control. This is far from control. We’re half naked, at work, and neither of us has locked the door. He slips a nipple between his teeth and tugs, coaxing another lengthy moan out of me.

“I want you to ride me,” he whispers moving to my right breast. “Can you do that for me?”
I have to literally, physically refrain from shouting out, hell yes, by biting my lip. I simply nod.

His hands travel down my thighs, and underneath me. He raises his hips, showcasing his yummy abs, and lowers his pants. His erection bobs freely between us. It’s just begging for attention. My attention. I take him in my hands, and from root to tip I massage him. He twitches and his hips buckle into me. So I know he’s getting antsy.

“You wanted me to ride you. You have to be a good boy and remember that.”
Joe throws his head back to the couch. “I’m really trying ‘cause you look so fucking delectable with your hair all around you and your perky breasts just inches from my chest. You’re making it really, really hard to remember that.”
“Then let’s even out the playing field.” I release him to stand, only to be firmly planted back onto his lap.
“No need for that.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my thin, leather mini shorts and pulls. The sides snap open like nothing. He removes the scraps of what’s left, and tears through my pantyhose. He’s so focused on what he’s doing, my mouth is watering from the anticipation. Now I’m getting antsy.
“You just love ripping my gear to shreds.”
“It’s easy. It’s convenient.”

I rotate my hips forward, sliding my pussy over his erection. His eyes roll. So who seduced who? He tilts his hips up, effectively sliding himself into me. My eyes roll. He definitely seduced me. Because this is so, so bad. And so, so good. I rise up a little, and slam back down. My whole body vibrates as he hits new depth. Nothing in the world feels as good as Joe feels. He fills me completely, leaving no inch undiscovered.

I lean forward, bracing my hands on the back of the couch to gain some control of my movements. And like this, I find my rhythm. I rise slowly, and slam down harder. Over and over again. Joe’s hands easily glide all over my quickly heated skin.

“Don’t stop,” he reminds me, taking a hold of the tops of my thighs.
I grind down on him, gasping for air. “I’m close. Baby, I’m so so so close!” I moan.
“Keep riding, sweetheart.” He tightens his grip, pulling me back down after I raise my hips. “I’m right behind you.”
“Holy shit, yes!” I cry out. Rise. Slam.

The orgasm building inside me is strong, ravenous. It doesn’t even matter that we’re at work anymore. It doesn’t matter that anyone can walk in and catch us. If anything, that makes me even more excited. All I see is Joe’s lips forming a small o, his jaw ticking. All I hear is the smack of my thighs against his. All I feel are his hands on my hips. Him growing inside me. Every perfect inch of him.

“I’m coming,” I groan in warning. Rise. Slam.
“I’m coming with you.” Rise. Slam. Rise. Slam.
I swivel my hips at the perfect moment. I fall apart, coming all around him as he pumps his release in me, dragging out my orgasm.
“Fuck!” We moan in unison.

Finally, I allow my body to sag into his. My thighs are shaking. My lungs are dragging in air like never before. Im just a hot, broken mess. Joe will do that to you. I trace the lines in his tattoo as we wind down. It’s one of my favorite post sex pass times.

“Hey.”
I look up at Joe. He looks so at peace, my heart swells. “Yeah?”
“I really am sorry about your match getting bumped.”
Is he trying to kill my buzz? “Like I said, it’s cool. It’s no big deal.”
“It was a big deal to you, sweetheart. Regardless of everything I have going on, I know it was important to you.”
My finger roams to his chest piece. “It was important. Past tense. There’s nothing that can be done about it and I accept that about my job, but we’re not going to sit here and wallow in self pity. We’re going to… celebrate.”
His thick brows almost join as one. “Again?”
“Not here,” I say, sliding off of him, giggling. “Otherwise being risky at work is going to become a regular.”
“We can’t have that, now can we?”
“The sarcasm is seeping out of your pores, baby.”
Glistening like the beauty he is, he holds his hands out to me. I pull him up, or attempt to, until we’re skin on skin again. “I learned from the very best.”

A Separate Peace

His lab is a mess.

Truth be told, his workspace is never the tidiest, but for the first time in a while, it’s an undeniable disaster zone by even his loose standards of organization.

Nearly every inch of his desk is covered: stacks of file folders that he’s given up arranging in chronological order, piles of clipped papers that still need to be read and sorted on a case-by-case basis, his battered copy of Forensic Pathology open to a reference page. If he turns around, the lab bench adjacent to the desk hosts an arrangement of DNA samples that await centrifugation and extraction, in addition to trays of fibers from several crime scenes requiring analysis. Any potential free space is occupied by dirty test tubes and littered with empty Jitters coffee cups. The caffeine is useless, with his exceptional metabolism, but at least it gives him the illusion of stamina.

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Frenemies

Dallas Winston

“Why will you not leave me alone”  You sighed, leaning your head against the wall as Dallas sat beside you, taking out his last cigarette.
“Y'should be glad to have a pretty face like mine around, doll.”
He leaned over you, his eyes holding yours as he lit his cigarette with your already flaming one.
“Yeah, you do brighten up a room dally, by leaving it,” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his arrogance.
“That hurt doll,right…” He shifted closer to you, whispering the last bit against the shell of your ear.
“About” he mumbled, running his finger up your side, searching for your heart.
“Oh shit…I forgot you didn’t have one” He laughed, pulling his hand off your chest.
“You’re such a perv that was just an excuse to grope me.”
You shoved him off you, whilst puffing on your cigarette with the other hand.
He winked before throwing the butt of his cigarette to the floor and walking away.

Sodapop Curtis;

“Do we have to go in here?” You whined, holding the door handle reluctantly.
“Yes, It’s the only place in town that sells pinot” Your friend argued, fluffing up her hair as you walked in, the smell of sweat hitting you instantly.
“Only because Soda and Steve are too young to know what good wine is.”
Your friend rolled her eyes and began to pick out her favourite bottle of wine.
“Long time no see, I thought I was beginning to get lucky” Soda remarked as he scanned the wine, his mouth set into a frown.
“Don’t lie Popsicle, you know you love me, you’re just salty cos’ I wont suck you off.”
“You don’t look 18 to me” He smirked, using this time to look you up and down.
“I have a baby face.”
Your friend laughed at your sassiness before tossing Soda her age and credit card, for once basking in the victory.
Neither of you could see the appeal or hype over the Curtis brother, he was too “american dreamy” for either of you.
“Have a nice day babypop” Your friend called as you both walked out.

before you piss on me, in the 1960s many states lowered the drinking age to 18 so suck it