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Burnouts, Booze, and Babes

Originally posted by butaer

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends, getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul. [Pre Givenchy & Gold]
Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung
Word Count: 32.850
Rating: M
Warnings: too much sex, too many kinks, mentions of drug use, Taehyung calling Jeongguk so many nasty things, two bros chilling 5ft apart in a hot tub (“swear I’m not gay”), switching, uhhhh daddy kink
A/N: @blueagust and I have basically spent the last couple weeks screaming at each other about Taehyung and Jeongguk’s history from her story Givenchy&Gold, and with the little restraint I have, this happened. Lou, this is an absolute mess and I probably destroyed your entire fic timeline, but happy early Kwanza or some shit (which is totally an excuse Tae gives when he’s buying Jeon another pair of earrings.) This is not good enough for you but I hope you like it anyway!!

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“…Sewed me back together like I did to your doll’s arm last week. And then I woke up in the pitch black, inside a coffin, and had to dig my way out of my own grave. Can you believe that? Can you believe Dad didn’t have the decency to put me on solid ground before ditching?”

Cas leans against the doorjamb and crosses his arms. “I had no control over your corporeal form once you were back on earth,” he interrupts.

“Excuse me, did we ask you?” Dean responds in mock annoyance.

“Are you sure this is an appropriate conversation for a 6-year-old, Dean?”

Dean looks at their daughter and then turns back to Cas with a shrug. “Dude, she’s been running around the house with a pot on her face pretending to be Max Rockatansky for the past week. I think she can handle it.”

Castiel sighs long-sufferingly and steps into the room so he can join his family. He sits with them at the miniature table, his knees bent at an awkward angle from being in a chair made for toddlers. He tugs on one of his daughter’s braids. “What has your father told you already, Sam?”

“He went to Mordor! And it was really hot and he was in the lava, and you came and saved him because you were an angel with wings and stuff. But he doesn’t remember you until you met a couple days later on earth.”

“That’s very good,” Cas comments before turning to Dean. “And why are we telling this story in the first place?”

“It’s your amniversity!”

Dean bops her on the nose. “Anniversary, baby girl. Of when your dad and I met.”

“Didn’t you just tell her about our wedding on that anniversary? And about our first date on that anniversary? Or what about the–”

“Dad likes amniversities,” Sam explains like it’s completely obvious.

Dean smiles at her affectionately, and Cas’ chest tightens in response. “Yes, well, your dad is an old sap.”

“Says the guy who cried on your sixth birthday, right, Sammy?”

“Hey, that was different!”

Cas is drowned out by Dean and Samantha laughing at him as they high five. For the thousandth time he wonders how their adopted daughter ended up being an exact replica of Dean Winchester. 

Maybe Dean will explain that on the anniversary of when they got her. 

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im so proud of yoosung i love him so much he’s so beautiful even with his little patch

anonymous asked:

Can you write a sequel to the tattoo one please (⌒▽⌒)

Part 1 here! Last one of the day, good night folks. ;D


“Okay,” Aomine sighed. “This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to see you with your legs spread open in front of me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing!” Aomine hummed, inspecting the tip of his tool. “Now stay still, I gotta get the tail right.”

The redhead on the chair groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. “I can’t believe this happened again…”

“Yeah, it’s totally different when I saw it in front of my own eyes,” Aomine mused, pricking at Kagami’s smooth tanned skin.

“You should have stopped us!” Kagami huffed, wincing at the sting.

“Well, I didn’t know you and Tetsu had another bet going. I thought you’d learn after the first time around,” Aomine said truthfully. He had known Kuroko had been cheating like last time, but the image of a drunk and flustered, overconfident Kagami had been so amusing and…cute that Aomine hadn’t bothered to stop it. He’d started hanging out with Kagami as friends for a few weeks now, since they realised they had a lot in common. But that’s what irritated Aomine.

They were still friends. Just friends.

And Aomine wasn’t exactly being subtle about his attention, short from asking Kagami straight out. He didn’t know if Kagami was into guys that way, and he was thinking that the ignorance towards his teasing and flirting were a show of disinterest. It was worse because Kagami acted so goddamn adorable and sexy around him, laughing so openly, always smiling and winking at Aomine and casually peeling off his top after their basketball matches. It was torture.

“Ouch, Ahomine! Are you even paying attention?!”

Aomine blinked, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Kagami sighed, rolling his eyes. “Well, at least the design is nice. I don’t know why Kuroko is obsessed with wildcats on my thighs, but a tiger on one and a panther on the other isn’t too bad, I guess. And your art is pretty good,” he added with a mumble.

“Thanks.” Aomine felt his face heat up at the praise, as soft as it had been. He decided to take another jab at the hinting. “Hey, if you close your legs, it’s kinda like the tiger and panther are kissing.”

Kagami snorted. “You’re so lame.”

Aomine hid a look of disappointment. So, a lost cause, huh?

***

“I think that comment was a bit too vague for him, Aomine-kun.”

Aomine grumbled. “Tetsu, I’ve got a huge ass panther tattooed on my back and this guy’s name is Taiga. How could he not get it?! He’s as dense as a brick.”

“I made the second bet to help you along, but looks like it didn’t work,” Kuroko sighed, massaging his forehead. “Sometimes I honestly don’t understand which one of you is more stupid. Maybe that’s why you’re so well suited for one another.”

“Hah?” Aomine glowered, but Kuroko continued to sip on his milkshake in silence.

***

“That’s it! I give up!” Kagami yelled one afternoon, after a sweaty end to their match that Kagami had won by one point. Aomine had just emptied his bottle of water on his head when Kagami stalked up to him. “I’ve had enough of this, just how stupid can you be?!”

“What?” Aomine drawled, flapping his white tank top. The material had turned translucent with the water, showing the myriad of tattoos inked on his skin through an opaque sheet of cotton.

Kagami’s eyes followed the movement, followed the swirls of colour on that dusky skin. He loved the way they moved whenever Aomine’s muscles contracted, like they were a living piece of art on a body that was like a masterpiece. “I like you.” Before Aomine could respond, Kagami continued. “I’ve liked you for a while. But no matter how many cues I send, it just doesn’t get through your thick skull!” he scowled, folding his arms to try and hide his flustering. “So I finally give up. I like you, so there.”

Aomine couldn’t really say anything. Half of his mind was thinking Kagami’s cute when he pouts and the other half was trying to process what he had just heard. His body was having none of either, and he found himself walking up to Kagami and pulling the sweaty neck towards him just so he could kiss that frown away.

Kagami’s frown tasted delicious.

After a brief pause, Kagami gripped Aomine’s top, his hands sliding over the wet material as his tongue slid over Aomine’s lips.

“And I thought you were the dense one,” Aomine groaned into Kagami’s mouth.

“What?” Kagami wasn’t really listening.

Aomine’s hands crept towards the other’s shorts. “Ah, I really want to see those tattoos now,” he smirked.

“Okay, that I understand,” Kagami grinned back. “And I really want to see yours too.”

Getting Used To It. (Part One) - Jelena One Shot

Selena’s POV

“So, I had this weird dream, there’s me walking in a park, I’m like 8 years old; then this little girl comes, I don’t remember her face, she caresses my dog and then I start crying. The end.” I start laughing loudly.
“What the fuck?”
“I know, right?”
We both are laughing now, not really sober, sitting on these brown stools in a half empty bar; if a couple months ago somebody would’ve told me that I would’ve become a close friend of Hailey Baldwin, I would’ve laughed in their face. Then we casually met a couple of times and yeah, we’re good friends now..but we don’t talk about THAT, I mean, him.
“Sel, I forgot to tell you something!”
“Yeah, tell me.”
“You know, tomorrow I’m throwing a party at my house, you’re obviously invited.”
“Really? At what time?”
“I think around 9:30 PM, I’ll text you the details, okay?”
“That’s perfect, see you tomorrow then!”
I kissed her cheek and got into my car; I turned up the radio and his song started playing, then suddenly I had to stop my car, even though no one was in the street: I just realized that he would’ve been there too. Crap.

Justin’s POV

“Good night” Hailey texted me, I replied with “see u tomorrow”.
“yep! Oh wait, i forgot to tell you, i invited selena”
“what?”
“yeah, we’re pretty close now, it would’ve been unfair if she wasn’t there. Do you mind?”

OF FUCKING COURSE I MIND!
“it’s okay, good night.” I texted her one last time; this was a nightmare.

I was trying to be something with Hailey, and it was going pretty well, but never in a million years I would’ve seen this friendship coming. This was really a tough challenge, for me, Hailey and Selena too, maybe.

What was I supposed to do? I already smell trouble.
Tell Hailey I would’ve not been there because of Selena? She would’ve gotten mad at me.
Ignore Selena completely and pretend she wasn’t there? Bad idea as well.

I guess I would’ve decided there..
Maybe Selena won’t come, after all.
Then why was I hoping she would’ve been there? 

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Selena’s POV

“Please Ash, pick up.” I mumbled to myself.
“Hey?”
“I’m in trouble.”
“How big in a scale from Peter Dinklage to Shaq?”
“Steph Curry and a half.”
“It must be serious then, tell me everything.”
“I went out with Hailey and..”
“Cat fight?”
“Ash, no! What the fuck?”
“Sorry, you know I don’t like her.”
“I got it..but let me talk.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“So at the end of the night she asked me if I wanted to go at her party tonight, and I was a little tipsy, so I said yes!”
“And what’s the matter?”
“Don’t you get it? Party at Hailey’s house means all her friends are there, and with All Her Friends I mean..”
“Oooh. Oh.”
“Yep. Very big ‘Oh’.”
“Couldn’t you wait until being completely sober?”
“Ashley Fucking Cook, I’m begging you to help me not to scold me. Please.”
“Alright sorry..well, I haven’t seen them publicly lately, maybe they’re not close anymore? Maybe he won’t be there.”
I sighed. “What if he is?”
“Well, you’re invited to a party, so you do what you do at parties, no?”
“Ugh, okay, wish me good luck.”
“Good luck, now let me eat my breakfast.”

I giggled and closed the call.
So, apparently I’m going to this party..Wow, I feel like I’m 16 years old, going to my first party with alcohol, phew, relax.

Do I want to avoid him?
Do I want to see him?
Do I want him to miss me?
Do I want him to think I don’t care anymore?


Justin’s POV

I showed up a little later than anyone else, I had to shower twice since my nervousness made me sweat a lot, I still didn’t know exactly why, I mean, of course it was because of her, but why was I afraid to see her? Hailey is basically my girlf– almost- and I’m sure she moved on too.

I walked through the door, the party seemed to be at its most fun part, everyone was dancing, singing, somebody was smoking, some others were playing ping-pong.

I didn’t see Hailey at first, then she hugged me from behind shouting “I almost thought you weren’t coming!” over music.
I just smiled and kissed her cheek, “It’s kinda hot in here, I’m gonna put my jacket upstairs, I’ll be right back.”
“Alright.”

While climbing the stairs, I smelled a scent of smoke, then a silhouette hit me while I was looking down.
“Ugh, sorry!”
“Sorr- Oh, Selena, hi.”
“Hey!”
She hugged me awkwardly, I realized that that scent came from her curly hair. “Did you arrive now?”
“No, no, I arrived like 15 minutes ago, but I..wanted to smoke a cig before.”
“Why?”

What the fuck Justin? What kind of question is that? Seriously?

“I guess I just wanted to?”

You’re such an idiot, Justin.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it was a dumb question..Gotta go now! See you..around.”
“See ya!”

Selena’s POV

“Where did you go, Selena? I haven’t seen you since you arrived.” Hailey screamed at my face, even though the music wasn’t that loud.
“Yeah, yeah, I smoked a cigarette because I was a little stressed.”
“Is everything okay? You told me you barely smoke.”

Fuck, why did I say it?

“No, I’m fine!”
“Okay..have you seen Justin?”
“Yeah, uhm, he was going upstairs 10 minutes ago.”
“Well that’s where I left him too..I’m gonna see where he is.“
I headed to the bar to ask for a cocktail, suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Kendall! Hey, how are you?”
“I’m great, how are you?”
“Amazing!”
“I didn’t know you were going to be here, actually, I didn’t even know you and Hailey were that close, it’s a bit weird to be honest”
“Yeah, we got closer in the last two weeks, why would that be weird?” I took a sip from my drink.
Oh c’mon Selena, you already know it.

“Well, Justin’s ex girlfriend and his 90% girlfriend, that’s strange, but I’m glad you’re friends!
I almost choked and had to cough;
90% what? Until an hour ago I didn’t even know if they were still friends and now Kendall is telling me that they’re 90% dating?

Cool, that’s awesome.


“Yeah, we don’t really talk ‘bout him, there’s a lot of other things in the world!

Why do I keep talking like an idiot?
“Are you still friends with Justin?”
Gosh, I hated hearing his name from others, it just…I didn’t want to hear it.

“Yeah, we don’t talk much but yeah, we’re good.”
“Good to hear it, do you wanna dance?”
“Sure, why not?”
Please keep him off my head. 


Oh, here they are.

_______

15 minutes earlier.

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Justin’s POV

I left her roses at home since I read that text, I couldn’t ask Hailey to be my girlfriend when my first love was in the same room. It was some imaginary rule I just invented. So now, here I am staring at nothing, forced to make a choice..
Forced by myself, actually.

Did I really want Hailey to be my girlfriend? Was I ready for a new serious relationship? Selena is still in the picture, my picture of life; I was probably cut off from hers a long time ago.
“Justin! You’re here, where the hell did you go? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, totally! Let’s go downstairs, I wanna dance.”
“Okay!”

It was better to leave my thoughts for the night, at bed time.

Oh man, she was dancing too, with Kendall.
Her moves slowed down then stopped when she realized I was there with Hailey, Kendall whispered something at her and she smiled, both stepped away.
“Justin!”
“Eh, yeah?”
“I said I liked your shirt and asked you where you’ve got it..uhm, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I already told you so. By the way, I can’t remember.” I shouted over the music once again.
“I hate all this shouting, wait a second here..”
“Okay.” Hailey disappeared through the crowd, I scanned it, until my eyes fell on the bar stools. Gosh, I couldn’t stop thinking about her since her name popped on my screen again, after months of avoiding it.
The music changed to a slower tune, Hailey must’ve asked that.
The room was now colored in blue lights, but I was still looking at Selena. She lowered her head and drank her cocktail from a straw, her eyes looked strange.
“Do you still wanna dance?” Hailey asked behind me.
“Of course.”


Selena’s POV

Oh, awesome. A slow dance.
I’m starting to wonder why I’m still here; my ex is here with his girlfriend, nobody approached me but Kendall who’s the only one I know here, I keep on drinking but I’m still sober enough to see what’s going on around me and, did I mention that my ex boyfriend is here with his girlfriend which is also a friend of mine? When did I end up in Gossip Girl?
I saw his hands on her hips, and I’ve never thought I would’ve felt like this.

I should’ve known, I should’ve stayed home, this was a terrible idea.

I turned around, I didn’t want to see no more; if they’re both happy, that’s great, I should just..mind my business.

Why does it bother me, though? This was exactly what I wanted. It’s probably something new, a new feeling..I’ll get used to it with time.
Will I?

Two songs later, I was tempted to leave, but then again I thought of Ashley’s words. “You’re invited to a party, so you do what you do at parties, no?”

And that’s what I’ll do; I danced my way through the crowd, I winked at some guys dancing, until one of them joined me and distracted me from all the mess going on.
“What’s your name?”
“Jordan.”
“Nice to meet you, Jordan. I’m Selena.”
“Yeah, I know who you are!”
“Right, sometimes I forget about who I am” I laughed – oh my goodness, I keep saying bull crap stuff tonight.– “anyway, are you from L.A?”
“Yep.“

Justin’s POV

Hailey stopped dancing and talked to one of the girls invited to that huge party. I casually caught Selena chatting with a boy on the little black sofas, a few steps away from me; she was excessively tilting her head back while laughing, her eyes were closed.
She was probably drunk; usually she didn’t like being too drunk, because she hated the feeling of the hangover, she liked when she was tipsy, because she wasn’t sober but she wasn’t drunk either, she was just happy.
I shouldn’t remember this.

I saw her whispering something in the boy’s ear, then led him to the upper floor; her legs were very weak, Selena quickly glanced at me, she probably thought that I hadn’t seen her, but I knew her, and I knew what game she was playing. Also I left my jacket in the bedroom so, hell no, I wouldn’t allow her to fuck on my jacket..or everybody else’s jacket.

Okay, FINE! She would’ve not fucked anyone that night. And not because of the respect I have for jackets.

“Hails, I’m going to the bathroom.“
“There is one right near the kitchen, why are you gonna head upstairs?”
“I just think that the upstairs one is nicer, just that.”
“Since when have you become a home design expert?”
I laughed a little, then stepped away from her.

Selena’s POV

So he didn’t really care anymore. He was all about Hailey that night, and that’s probably how he’s gonna be from now on.

I headed upstairs with Jordan, I felt so dizzy, but I didn’t care, I needed some well deserved fun after..everything. I giggled as I threw myself on the bed, Jordan sat next to me and leaned in, looking at my lips and-

“Sorry, I- uhm, I have to take my jacket…”
Fuck! Seriously now?

Then, I suddenly realized that it was Justin. Seriously? Out of all the people at that damn party, Justn was the one who happened to interupt my make out session even before it started?
He could barely look at me. I covered my face, I felt so ashamed in that moment; his jacket was, ironically, one of the ones I threw away from the bed so I could’ve sat there. “Close that fucking door!” I yelled at him, as he took the first step out of the door, leaving the door open. That boy’s bad habits will never change.
But I shouldn’t remember this.

That was..”
“Where were we?” I blocked Jordan before he could’ve said something, he smirked and kissed me, and obviously, I kissed back..but it felt so wrong.
Selena, what are you doing? It’s not the first time you kiss a boy after your break up. 

The thought of Justin was hunting me again, and seeing him a few seconds before wasn’t helping me at all. But it’s the right thing!
He already went on his own way, his own road, and I’m going in mine..then why do secondary paths kept on leading us to each other, in one way or another? The dizziness kept on growing and taking over me, but it wasn’t a matter of alcohol this time.
“I’m sorry I need to go, I’m feeling sick.”
“Oh, do you need something?”
“I just need to stay alone.”
“Sele-” I walked away and slammed the door in his face, in that moment I just felt like I needed to pause everything and run away.

Justin’s POV

“You weren’t in the bathroom.“
“I was, then I took my jacket and came back here!”
“Who do you think you’re kidding? I saw Selena and Jordan going upstairs, you were looking for her all the time!”
“I wasn’t! Why are you acting so jealous now?”
“Me? The only one who’s being jealous is just you, of Jordan!”
“Hailey, I-”
“Guess what Justin? I knew it all along. Are you happy now that you can end this farce?”
I stood there in silence, I ran out of lies.
“I don’t wanna be your girlfriend if you’re still thinking about someone else. If you’re still loving someone else. Didn’t you figure out that I invited Selena for this reason? You failed this challenge, Justin. I do respect Selena, even though in the past months I’ve been childish and shaded her with my friends..but in all honesty, I think that she isn’t over y-”

Selena quickly crossed the room, with her head low while rushing her way out; everyone noticed and asked her if she was okay, but she didn’t listen and closed the door. I was still standing there, staring at the door, when through all the whispers, I heard Hailey saying “Go after her.”
“What?” I thought I misheard.
“I said go after her. I think that she needs you.”
I smiled but I was shocked, it was unbelievable.

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End of part 1! I decided to divide it in two, because I like keeping you all anxious HAAHAHAHAH jk i love you all, i’m gonna upload part 2 tomorrow night:) hope you liked it, let me know what did you think!

1D Hiatus: Day 243

* Gemma mentions Harry in the caption of her Instagram picture

* Niall appears on Ruth-Anne Cunningham’s Snapchat story

* Niall posts two videos and a selfie on Snapchat

* #OneDirectionTaughtMe trends on Twitter

* Niall meets fans in LA

* A picture of Harry in London back in January comes out

* ‘Midnight Memories’ is now 3x platinum in the UK

* It’s been four years since the boys performed at the closing ceremony of the Olympics

It’s Aug 12th, 2016. 

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