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The Customer

Summary: You have a one night stand with Sam and his monster cock. 4,000 words of pure porn.

Word Count: 3,900ish

Warning: So much smut, Sam’s monster cock, a little bit of dom!Sam if you squint

A/N: Yeah. This is porn. Enjoy. XOXO

Yeah, yeah. You’re breaking all your rules tonight.

But can anyone blame you?

Look at him.

And sure, you have a very important rule about customers being a no-fly zone, and you tend to find one night stands more awkward that satisfying. But seriously.

Look. At. Him.

Even your coworkers have noticed, despite the fact that you haven’t mentioned him to anyone. They’re standing in the doorway of the kitchen, whispering as they ogle, waggling their eyebrows at you as you get him a glass of water.

You shake your head at them, not bothering to say anything because you know they won’t behave even if you do, and head back out to the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in real life.

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Mr. Hemmings

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

Originally posted by irweicake

Words: 5.5K

Request: No


The sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.

“Y/N what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.

“I don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.

“Really Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.

“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.” Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.

“Ugh.” You groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight somewhat blinding your eyes.

“It’s the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.

“What do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear the door slam shut, making you stand and  walk out your bedroom and straight to the washroom.

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.

You made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your beautiful neighbor.

Just a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean and slender.

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost. You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours, his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk, his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and looking up towards you.

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He was right

Hellooo lovelies! Here’s something a little different. Really hope you enjoy! All the love, B xx

Originally posted by hryhoney

The pop pop pop of the corn exploding and turning into white crunchy popcorn invades his ears and the sickening smell of the caramel he’s stirring on a small pan on the stove top invades his nostril and make him roll his eyes - you’ve always been addicted to caramel popcorn and he never understood why. He always told you it was too sweet for his taste and he couldn’t eat more than a handful but you… you could eat it until the bowl was empty and you had sticky fingers and smacking lips.

Mixing everything into the silver bowl you said was designated to your popcorn addiction, he makes way for your bedroom, where the two of you are setting up to watch a movie for the night.

“What’s that smell?” You yell and you sound… disgusted. He’s ten feet away from the door and he sniffs, trying to find what’s the smell you’re talking about but still, the only thing he can smell is the caramel from the popcorn in his hand.

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Break-Up Novella.



The first part to this novella received such incredible feedback and a generous amount of notes; I am honestly so thrilled that people enjoyed the first section of it. I really am. You guys are absolutely amazing and I love you. I know I suck when it comes to writing angsty, fight/argument scenes so I’m really glad you all enjoyed it and took time to read it. 

This chapter - and probably part 4, as well - is a filler section. Not as lengthy, not as long, not as detailed. I think I underestimated some things in this series and probably could have squeezed it into three sections… Haha.

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Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)


Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that he gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth tonight. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the cold floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more!

Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s orders wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he sure knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 

Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them "she’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this down over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.

After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment when he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.

If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now! He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone in his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?


Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,812

Description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… 

Anonymous Requested: Being in a relationship with Taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut


You watched with a prominent downward quirk of your lips as Taehyung ran around the apartment, quickly stuffing clothes into a duffel bag as he scurried in every direction to gather his things before he had to head off to the dorms. It was time for a comeback, and all of the members agreed that it would be much easier on everyone to just stay at the dorms together during the busy hype of the first couple of weeks. This cut down the annoyances of people showing up to schedules at different times, or getting caught in traffic, so you completely understood the point of it… You just wished it didn’t mean having to stay back at your apartment all alone.

At this point in your relationship with Taehyung, you probably should have been used to the notion of him having to leave for a few weeks, or sometimes even a few months, every once in a while… but just because you were used to it, didn’t mean you had to like it.

You fell back against the mattress, your mind heavy with thoughts, and you weren’t exactly trying your hardest to mask the disdain you had for him leaving, so it wasn’t surprising when you felt the slight sink of someone taking the spot next to you on the bed. You opened your eyes, a concerned looking Taehyung coming into view.

“Please don’t pout. You know I don’t want to leave.” He reached forward, lightly pinching at your bottom lip that was sticking out.

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The Secret (6)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen;

“Zoe, the movie’s about to start!” you shouted through your apartment, throwing a handful of popcorn into your mouth while the opening credits of another Disney film lit up your TV screen. This was how you spent your Sundays with Zoe, being lazy and watching movies while the weather grew colder outside. It was definitely colder in Seoul than what you were used to in your hometown.

Zoe came into the living room huffing and puffing with her lips pulled into a pout. “We can’t watch the movie. I can’t find Mr Snuggles,” she grumbled, climbing onto the sofa to check behind it.

“Have you checked the bathroom? You were giving Mr Snuggles a bath in the sink this morning,” you remembered, holding her hand so she could safely jump off the sofa and sprint out of the room again.

Five seconds later, Zoe’s voice echoed from the bathroom. “I found him!”

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Countdown To You | Pt. 5

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Member: Park Jimin

Words: 3.5k

Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)

A/N: a question for you guys; how long are 153 days and 13 hours in months? :) [you will get this author note after reading this chapter]

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 

You woke up from your sleep, everything was a haze in your vision – and you felt unusually weird. You tried to open your eyes, but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried. You then did an attempt to move your sleeping body, but this turned out to be useless as well. The weirdness you felt evolved into this scariness you felt building up inside your guts. What was this? Were you in a sleep paralysis? Your mind was definitely awake, so you thought your body might be sleeping? However, this felt too different from a sleep paralysis. You tried to convince yourself that you were in a sleep paralysis, but everything felt… unreal – which actually shouldn’t be the case if you were in a sleep paralysis.

Your throat felt dry – and you felt like you needed to speak up, even if it was just one word. You tried to open up your mouth, but it felt like your jaws were glued to each other, your mouth not listening to the signals your brain sent out.

“This must be a dream, it has to be,” you thought out loud, as you could hear your own voice in your head – making this echoing sound as if the inside of your brain was totally empty, with your mind being the only thing wandering around in it. All you could see was a black void, simply because your eyes were closed tightly, refusing to open up. This was too frustrating to you – not being able to move – and it felt like you were about to go nuts at any moment.

But right then, a certain voice stopped you from going nuts. The voice that has made your heart beat multiple times faster whenever your ears picked up the sweet, velvet-like sound. It was like this particular voice made you… complete. As if you were born to hear this voice – which you technically were, actually – because this voice belonged to no other than your dear beloved soulmate.

However, as the voice kept repeating its words – the more the voice repeated the words, the more strangled it sounded, like it was deeply hurt – and as you became more aware of what these exact words were, you could feel your heart shredding into pieces. With your body somehow being paralyzed, your tears weren’t able to come out, but you were sure that you would have cried a whole deep ocean if your body would not be in this state.

“Y/N. I will always love you. Please, don’t forget me.”

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Whipped...friends?? Or...not anymore??

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Whipped…friends?? Or… (Part Two)

Had Harry known Y/N was gonna be in New York he would have picked her up at the airport. He would have given her no other choice but to finally confront him because surely she wouldn’t have wanted to walk in this cold weather.

And he should’ve taken that moment back at the restaurant. Pulled her away from that bloke and asked who the hell he was. He would’ve told her he misses her, that in all honesty he’s very confused because he doesn’t know what he did to have her acting like he doesn’t exist. He can’t understand how she’s able to cut him out of his life this easily. He would tell her it hurts that she managed to do so. He should’ve taken that moment at the restaurant, but he didn’t.

And what infuriates him the most, is that Gemma knew.

He’s been on the phone with her for the past fifteen minutes. Ten of those spent going on about having seen her out with some guy he’s never before seen in his life. Harry’s moaned and complained, because ‘maybe she really is seeing someone, Gem. Maybe I’ve really lost m'chance.’

It wasn’t until then that Gemma decided to come forth with this information, coyly telling Harry that 'Y/N came over a few days ago to borrow a duffle cause she left hers at yours or summat.’

And Harry doesn’t know why she didn’t pop by his place to pick it up. Not like she was gonna run into him.

“You’re meant t’ tell me these type of things. M'ye’ brother.”

Harry’s been practically burning his hotel room floor from so much pacing, trying to figure out why in green Earth Gemma didn’t see 'fit’ to tell Harry that Y/N had told her she would be flying to the big apple.

“She hasn’t called ye’?” And what kind of question is that? She knows Harry’s not spoken to her since she left in a hurry that night.

“I’ve not gotten a single text, Gem.”

On the other end of line it sounds like Gemma’s shuffling about, and Harry can only imagine she’s just sat up by the tone to her next words.

“She hasn’t?,” and she sounds genuinely appalled.

Harry stops dead on his tracks, eyebrows furrowing deeper in thought. Why does he feel like she’s hiding something from him.

He runs his fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends in frustration, “what’re ye not tellin’ me, Gemma?”

And she’s quiet for about a minute, so Harry presses.


“I thought she was going t’ see you, Haz.”

“Why would she? She’s not been answerin’ m'calls. Why would she go out of her way and come t’ New York t’ see me?”

Was she? Why wouldn’t she call him when she landed?

“Wait, how did she know I was here?”

Again, a slight pause.

“I might’ve told her a few ago when we went out t’ brunch.” Gemma sounded sheepish, knowing fully well there was no reason to tell Y/N of his whereabouts. Not when apparently she wanted nothing to do with him.

“She’d asked me how ye’ were. If ye’ were doin’ alright. So I told her. She didn’t say much about it. And then when she came over for the duffle, I just. I had t’ ask Harry.”

She sounds even more nervous now.

“Ask wha’?” This has Harry feeling uneasy.

“She’s your best friends for Christ’ sake.”

“What did ye’ ask her, Gemma?”

He feels like he has to sit down for this. And when he reaches the edge of the bed and sits, he doubles over, elbows on his knees. One hand holding his phone up to his ear, the other pinching at his bottom lip.

“I honestly can’t understand why she cut all contact with you. So I asked her why. And when she didn’t wanna talk about it, I pressed.”

But he feels like that’s not all they talked. “Wha’ did she say?”

“She broke down, Harry. She told me she couldn’t be friends with you knowing you loved someone else.”


Why would she think that? Most importantly, why would she stop talking to him all together because of that.

“That’s what I said. Told her you would’ve told me if you had. Also told her that was no reason to drop the friendship. And so she finally confessed her feelings for you to me.”

Harry can almost hear his heart rate pick up.

“She said as much as she loves you, she couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else.”

“She said she loves me.” He’s whispering it to himself. This is why she didn’t want to see him? How could she possibly think he could love anyone else but her. He thought he’d made it so obvious. “Gemma, tell me ye’ didn’t-.”

“Of course not,” she cuts him off, “-tha’s yours to tell her. Which you should have, you git. Shoulda told her a long time ago.”

“D'y'know where she’s staying?”

He’s gotten up from the bed so fast it makes his head woozy. He’s not even fully pulled his hoodie over his shoulders when he slips on his boots.

“Harry, it’s one in the morning where you are.”

But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he’ll have to hail a cab so late at night instead of searching for the keys to his rental, because frankly he doesn’t remember where he’s left them and he can’t be bothered to spend any more time looking for them.

“Gemma tell me where she is.”

It doesn’t take long for Harry to get a cabbie’s attention, he is Harry Styles after all.

In the blur of it all, he’s somehow ended up with the boys hollering over the phone at him. Cheering him on and telling him to go get his girl.

“Honest, s'bout time it happened for the pair o'ya.” Next to Harry, he reckons Liam’s probably the most romantic out of the lot.

“Wha’ if she doesn’t want me? Wha’ if s'too late and she’s happy with tha’ other bloke?”

To the rest of the world, it would be insane for anyone to think Harry Styles has moments like these. Moments of doubt when he radiates confidence. But honestly he’s just like any other human being trying to find love and someone to give his own to.

“Who? Her cousin? That’d be weird,man,” Niall chimes nonchalantly.

He can hear what sounds like two slaps to the arm before hearing Niall grunt in dissatisfaction.

Has everyone been hiding these vital specs of information from him.

But he doesn’t even have to ask before Niall’s explaining.

“Okay, yeh I knew she was goin’ t’ New York.”

Of course. In retrospect, Harry should’ve know Niall might’ve known. Next to Harry, Niall’s the closest to Y/N. What with him going back and forth dealing with the film and the magazine a few months ago, Liam doing his solo project and preparing for his and Cheryl’s baby, and Louis in LA most than not for Freddie; Niall’s the only one who’s just so happened to not travel much during the hiatus.And he never really minded taking Y/N with him when he did have things to do.

“She tol’ me she needed t'see you. N’ I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

“Well tha’s great, innit? Everyone knew but me? Anythin’ else any o'ye would like t'share?”

He doesn’t mean to sound frustrated, but he Had he known all of this, everything would have gotten resolved earlier, and he wouldn’t have had to sulk over Y/N being out with a cousin. He wouldn’t have had to watch her walk away and out of that restaurant, an awful feeling in his heart at she sight of her with someone else.

But it’s all done, and at least now he knows the way she’d look at him, like she was smitten, wasn’t all in his head.

“Quit your mopping, Harold and just tell her how much you miss her.”

After Harry had told the boys what’d happened and asked them not to hassle him about it, they’d let off the teasing, didn’t wanna strike a nerve and make Harry feel bad. He is the baby after all. Now, Harry can’t help but smile sheepishly at the sound of all three making kissy noises on the other end of the line.

With whole hearted 'good luck’s from the boys, Harry hangs up and his mind goes back to wondering what will happen after tonight.

The rest of the drive there his mind’s still trying to process the fact that Y/N told Gemma she loves him. His Y/N loves him.

And when he reaches her suite, he’s not sure if she’ll open the door. Or if she’s even gotten into bed yet.

But he knocks nonetheless, and when he hears light footsteps getting closer on the other side, the butterflies in his tummy go wild.

“Who is it?” Oh how he’s missed hearing that voice.

“Room service.” He can’t risk her not opening if he tells her it’s him.

The door slides open just a bit then, and he sees her peek through it before hearing her yawn.

“Please,” is the first thing his head can muster up, “don’t shut me out, poppet.”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say…what to feel. After not seeing Harry for so long, here he is, stood in front of her hotel room, palm on the door as if to prevent her from closing it.

And she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t miss him. Hearing him plead for her not to deny him entrance.

She’s lost in a trance, looking him over, his eyes tired and hair a mess. Pink lips pursed into a line against the pale of his skin. And his green eyes, burning into her with a sad look.

But she doesn’t say anything. Just steps back into the darkness of the room, allowing Harry to slip in and shut the door behind him.

“I miss ye, kitten.” He breathes in relief, finally able to tell her so she doesn’t think he doesn’t.

She sighs, her back facing him, “Harry, can we please do this tomorrow?”

And Harry can’t deny that deflates him a bit. As much of a long shot as it was, he was really hoping she’d say she misses him too.

He strides over to her, but keeps his hands to himself even though he’s been dying to hug her again. There’s nothing else he can do with them but thumb at the rings to twist them around his fingers.

“No,” he whispers, determined. “M'not leaving until y'tell me wha’ I did wrong.” He wants to hear it from her lips.

She turns to look at him, towering above her. Too close, but too far. “You did nothing, Harry.”

“Then why’ve ye’ not been answerin’ m'calls?”


“Or replyin’ t’m'texts?”

She’s fiddling with the hem of her shirt, unsure of what to say. Surely she can’t tell him she couldn’t stand the chuckles and secret whispers between him and the guys over Harry’s probably now girlfriend. She can’t tell him she’s stupidly fallen in love with her best friend and him denying her would break her. But the way he’s looking at her right now makes her wanna melt back into his arms.  

She needs to say something, anything to end this conversation before she explodes.

“Don’t know how to say this. But I started seeing someone, and I wanna dedicate more of my time to him.”

Harry can’t believe she’s really trying to feed him that excuse.

“Oh really? Does he live here? Is tha’ why you’re in New York? Wha’s his name?” He challenges.

She stutters for longer than she should.

“Surely you’ve not forgotten the name of this said bloke you’re seein’?”

Y/N can feel herself getting frustrated. Not because she’s choked up on a simple name, or because it doesn’t seem like Harry will be leaving any time soon. No, she’s frustrated at the fact that Harry knows her so well he’s able to see past it and know she’s lying.

But she tries anyway, “umm, his name’s, umm-”

“Bullshit!” He’s calling her out. He’s gonna make her say it even if he has to stay til well into the next day.

It catches Y/N just a bit off guard though. But it’s enough for her to reach her limit.

“I don’t have to give you any explanations Harry!” And Harry doesn’t recall ever hearing her raise her voice. Other than at the telly during intense scenes from a show or a film, or when she’s driving.

“I don’t have to tell you who I’m dating. You sure as hell don’t tell me!” She brings her index finger up to poke at his chest. “But that’s okay because you don’t owe me any explanations either. So don’t ask me why I’ve not been coming around because I can’t give you an answer. So I hope you’ll be happy with your new girlfriend and I hope you have a great life together-”

“There was never anyone.” He tries to cut in, failing to stop her ramble.

“-because I’m sure she’s perfect in every sense of the word because you’d blush every time Niall or Louis or Liam whispered to you about her-”

“Tha’ was you they were teasin’ 'bout.” Another failed attempt.

“-and you deserve that Harry, you do.  Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine an-”

She grabs at her wrists to stop the gestures.

“Y/N. I love you.”

“And I know y-.”

That’s shuts her right up. And Y/N was really never expecting that.

“You what?” Almost an inaudible whisper.

Harry takes her hand in his then, intertwining their fingers, staring at how hers fit perfectly into his.

He scans her eyes as he brings his hands to cup neck, thumbs running over her jaw. And he honestly cannot understand why she would think he doesn’t.

His thumb pads graze the bottom of her lip before repeating himself.

“I love you.”

It’s then that she brings her hands to his hips, clenching the grey material of his hoodie.

“Harry, I-”

“Jus’ say it, poppet. M'right here.”

“I love you, too.”

Harry can’t hold back anymore.

So he closes the space between them, lips ghosting over hers. And when Y/N puckers her lips to firmly press into his, he knows she means what she’s said.

With a smile and another kiss.

Harry whisper one last time.

“I love you, so much.”

A/N: Wanna take a moment and say thank you to every single one of my readers, whether you follow or not. Thank you for taking the time and reading this unexpected short trilogy. Thank you for being patient with me when I was feeling uneasy about that second part.

And thank you to the anon who requested this.

I hope whilst you all read that it felt at least a bit real, even the slightest to brighten up your day.

Much love, LouM xx

The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race

Originally posted by royalbins

Title: The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race.

Genre: Angst, future smut.

Member: I.M.

Word Count: 2417.

Description: Your shy, cute, handsome best friend-Ok so you were in love with your best friend. But what’s gonna happen to you and Changkyun once his friends create the v card race, and it’s your virginity they’re competing for?

It was your typical scene of a cafeteria, it was noisy, rowdy and filled with the smell of food. Everyone resided in their own groups, at their own tables in their own section of the cafeteria, nothing was off, everything was normal, including the flowing conversation of the growing game being created.

“This is getting old, we either need to find a new spot or something else to do” Taeyong sighed, there were mummers of agreement around the table. The group were your average boys, rowdy, uncontrollable and looking for fun.

“I’m sick of shooting at those targets, we need some proper fun around here”

So maybe they’re idea of fun was riskier than others.

There was the talk of a party going on around them, everyone in the school was planning to go, including this group of boys and Wonshik grinned as his eyes scanned the crowded area.

“That party is happening tomorrow night, isn’t it?” He turned back to his group and they all looked at him.

“Well no shit, what’s your point?” Jimin frowned as Wonshik presented them with a smirk.

“We like girls, there’s gonna be heaps of girls there” He rose an eyebrow and they all looked at him as Taeyong leant forward with a grin. Changkyun remained leaning back in his seat, looking around with Jungkook next to him, they both knew what was happening in their group, they just didn’t care to listen to their antics anymore.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking Wonshik?” Taeyong grinned and Wonshik gave him a knowing look.

“We’ve got our next game then? Who can get the most roots wins right?” Jongin asked and he received a slap over the head.

“No, that’s too simple, we need to have a real competition” Taeyong snapped.

“Then what are we gonna do at the party?” Jongin asked as Wonshik smirked.

“We’re all gonna battle for the same girl, obviously” He grinned and Changkyun rolled his eyes at their stupidity as he looked at an appalled Jungkook, knowing he would be weak against his friends and be pulled into the pitiful game that he didn’t want to play as well.

“Then what about Victoria? Whoever can get in her pants first wins?” Kyungil grinned and Taeyong shook his head.

“She to easy, she would do all of us without a second thought. It needs to be someone else, someone who’s a virgin” Taeyong brought his thumb and pointer finger up to pinch his bottom lip as he scanned the cafeteria.

“What about one of the nerds?”

“Hell no” Taeyong snarled.

Egotistical twits. Changkyun scowled mentally and kept his eyes away from them. But maybe it was good he said no, the nerds were too good for him anyway. His eyes found you through the flood of students and he smiled when your eyes met with his and you gave him a wave. Wonshik chuckled at what he witnessed, quickly elbowing Changkyun and nodding in your direction.

“Y/N, she’s gotta be a virgin right? You’re the only guy she talks to”

“Excuse me you arrogant piece of mouldy cheesecake-”

“She definitely is” Taeyong cut in as Changkyun sat up in his seat with a look of anger filled disgust on his face. Jungkook stared at them wide eyed, still yet to say a word.

“And I overheard her telling her friends she was going to the party” Wonshik grinned at Taeyong, proud of himself.

“Then it’s final” Taeyong smirked as he stared you down from across the large distance between you and his group.

“We have four months to take Y/N’s virginity, whoever gets it is the winner. We’ll tell the others about the new game later”

“You think she’s easy? Y/N won’t let any of you near her you overcooked potato!” Changkyun hissed and Taeyong looked at him, smirking down at him from where he sat.

“Right, then we have six months” His smirk grew as Changkyun grew angry, purposely testing him.

“How is that any fair? Changkyun is best friends with her. I bet he could get in his pants quicker than I can tie my shoelaces!” Kyungil complained and Taeyong kept his eye contact with Changkyun.

“Don’t be ridiculous, have you seen what’s he’s like around her? He’ll pass out if they brush shoulders in the corridors” Taeyong chuckled knowingly and Changkyun looked back at you regretfully.

I shouldn’t have tried looking for her in the crowd.


You smiled as Changkyun made his way towards you, you shifted your books so he would have room on the table and made sure the leg of your chair was touching the leg of the table, giving him plenty of room so he would be comfortable next to you.

“Hey Changkyun” You grinned and Changkyun gave you a somewhat nervous smile in return.

“Hey Y/N, how’s the assignment coming along?” He asked as he sat down and quickly pulled out his laptop, opening his own assignment consisting of several pages on his given topic.

“Good, I’m almost finished with the last little touches and then I’ll just keep editing it until it’s time to hand it in, how is yours going?” You asked him as you turned to face him. You were smart with your school work, you were one of the top students in your school, but clearly not close enough to the top for people to label you as a nerd like they did to the others.

You weren’t dense nor were you dumb, so you could see right past Changkyun to Kyungil, looking over his shoulder and giving the blankest look you could muster to Kyungil. Kyungil was giving you a daring smirk, swiping his thumb over his lip and winking when you made eye contact with him. You blinked, slower than you normally would, showing him how bored you were.

“But there is something I’ve been needing help with, the laws are just really confusing me. Like it says that they were never allowed to but then the next law not too far down contradicts that, I don’t get it” You turned away from Kyungil as he chuckled, proud as the arrogant prick he was, you couldn’t stand him, nor did you know how an awkward turtle like Changkyun managed to be friends with him.

“Oh that’s the thing about those two laws, one reason they contradict,” You scrolled down on the website Changkyun was on, finding the explanation in extremely overbearingly complicated words.

“Wow ok, but basically this law here only applies to a certain country you know like gun laws and that sort of thing and the law back up here is for everyone else” You explained and Changkyun relaxed as he finally understood the simple message behind the terms to technical for the two of you to understand. Changkyun busied himself with his work, tuning his surroundings out and concentrating on the laptop in front of him.

As you were overtaken with boredom you got up to go and talk to your other friends, you and Changkyun normally sat together in a reserved section of the tables where no one else could sit with you, you worked best with Changkyun, he didn’t distract you negatively, only ever talking about the topic in that class and when you had to work in groups he was easy to work with and followed the same style of learning as you did.

Jimin was sitting with Kyungil, the two look like total opposites, especially when Kyungil was so much bigger than him. But their personalities were the same, so that’s why it wasn’t his actions that caught you by surprise as you were talking to your friends. It was the fact that Jimin was doing these actions to you.

“You’re Changkyun’s friend Y/N aren’t you? You’re a lot cuter up close, you should come and sit with us some time” He gave you a smile, one that was meant to charm you as his arm tried to snake around your waist. Your conversation with your friends was ruined and you scowled as you stepped out of his reach.

“I would rather drink bleach then be in your presence” You snarled before walking back to your table with Changkyun.

Changkyun had watched the whole thing unfold, his eyes would normally follow you, curious every time you left your spot next to him. He didn’t know what to do, his heart thumped in anger as Jimin spoke to you, his sly hands moving to taint you and his eyes holding a wicked gleam covered by the fake sugar that was his charming flirting. Changkyun always freaked out internally when you were talking to another guy, he knew why he did, he just didn’t want to admit that he was really having those sort of feelings for you, so he would flinch away or stiffen every time you touched him in the slightest way. And he would look away if your smile caused too much of a reaction within him, afraid he would get himself busted and make a total fool of himself.

You slumped back into your seat, Jimin and Kyungil had put you into a sour mood, you really did hate some of Changkyun’s friends. You wanted to tell him but you were pretty sure with his keen ability to notice the smallest thing that he would have noticed that a long time ago, so you never said anything.


You weren’t afraid of parties, you didn’t love them, but then again you didn’t hate them, it was just a good opportunity to go and release all the stress you were feeling from the impossible mountain of studying you always had waiting for you in your dorm, perched on your study desk and seeming to never decrease in size.

A laugh fell from your lips as your best friend pulled you to the floor, she was the party person of the group, the one that would go to a different club every night if she could, and she had tried, but once again, studying existed. Your friends were outgoing, loud and happy all hours of the day, they had much more excitement about life than you did and were going through seven antics at once every day. So it was no shock to you that all of them were dancing around you on the floor. What came to you as a shock was when one of the people Changkyun was friends with approached you, you didn’t mind him, he was a bit like Changkyun, shy sweet and a little dorky but he somehow made it into a group of fuckboys that you wanted to punch in the face.

“Jungkook, fancy seeing you here” You didn’t know him enough to have him touching you the way he was, but there were no ill intentions that you could sense behind it, so you let him give you a hug and lean down to your ear, his arms remaining encircled around you.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He asked, pulling back enough just to see your face and still hear your response.

“I don’t see any harm in that” You nodded, Jungkook smiled, true to his nature he pulled you back to your group, respectively keeping one arm lightly wrapped around you and giving you your space. He didn’t cross a line and your treasured areas remained untouched. That was the closest anyone got to touching you that night because not long after Jungkook thanked you for allowing him to dance with you, he returned to his loud friends and you were leaving. Some of your friends followed you out the door after bidding goodnight to those who chose to stay, to your delightful surprise, your best friend had herself by your side, arm wrapped in yours as she followed you to the dorms with the intention of chewing your ear off until the sun rose.


“Ok but let’s have some real talk here Y/N” Your best friend was drunk, and she was the type that would go into the deepest of topics that she could with someone who would be willing to listen. And as you lay on the bed with her laying half on you with her dead weight, her head on your shoulder and her voice close to your ears, you had no choice but to listen.

“And what are we going to talk about?” You asked her in a bored, tired tone as you sighed and brought up a hand to rub your tired eyes.

“You and Changkyun” She slurred and you immediately became more alert, giving her a groan as you attempted to shove her away from you, your attempt was useless, she wasn’t going to move anytime soon.

“What now?” You asked and she giggled before her tone quickly turned sulky.

“It’s so obvious that he is in love with you Y/N. And like, I know you love him back because you told me you do, do you remember that? I do. But you don’t even notice how he turns into putty in your very hands, he would do anything for you. He would probably kill Kyungil for you if you asked him to do-”

“And he doesn’t like being touched, the only things we ever talk about is studying and our classes because he’s always around those guys. Once again, he doesn’t like me touching him because he throws himself to the other side of the room if I do” You cut her off and she swung her arm, effectively hitting you in the stomach and causing you to cough as you slapped her.

“That’s because he loves you! Of course he’s gonna be shy and scared because he’s in love with his best friend”

“If that’s what you think” You grumbled, intending to ignore any further rambling she was planning to do.

“It’s what I know! What I think is that you need to grow a pair and tell him how you feel about him because he’s never gonna tell you first” You let out a snort and your friend sighed into your neck.

“I wonder what it’s like to be in love with your best friend”

“It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever had to feel” You muttered, staring up at your ceiling as she hugged you tightly.

“Seems painful” She mumbled and you hummed.

“Really fucking painful” You agreed with her immediately as a solemn air overtook your dorm and she pulled you closer to her.

Surprise another new series! Which I didn’t expect to be coming out at the same time as the Beautiful mv, have you guys watched it? And I know this is such a typical scenario to be writing but I hope I can make this one different to the others.

Let me know how you feel about the new series?

Late. [Bucky x Reader]

summary: bucky’s late to everything and maybe you’re starting to feel like he has no time for you anyways. (very) loosely based on Cleopatra by The Lumineers and look i strayed vv off point.

warnings: death, funeral. pre war bucky? 1940s bucky? people being late? shitty writing?

a/n: this is literally one of the weirdest things i’ve written and it’s been edited so many times pls tell me if it’s okay

“Y/N where are you going?” The voice didn’t even make you jump, It was always calming, always so soothing to you.

“Home,” you answered stoically, turning your head around after your short answer to leave.

“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked in vain, watching as your jaw clenched tightly.

“No. Just leave me alone.” You didn’t even turn to give you another look, leaving him in the dust again. The dull ache in his heart magnified significantly, the burn of embarrassment and helplessness consuming him whole.

How had it gotten to this point?

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not in this state,” he blurted out, propelling his feet to follow you. “You’re not going to be alone.”

Your head turned to give him a steely look, one which would rip the light from the beautiful night sky, freeze the crystal clear lake. But it didn’t deter him.

“I don’t need you.” It shattered his heart; it really did. But it was something he unfortunately he deserved.

“You don’t have to. But you need someone to talk to, and I’m here.” He smiled painfully, taking your hand.

It was like a blow to him personally when you let go of it not even a few seconds later.

How did it get to this point?

The world suddenly seemed a little darker, a little colder. His smile dropped bitterly, looking down as he pinched his lips together in a straight line.

“I don’t need anybody,” you spoke harshly before walking away faster than before, leaving him to stare after your disappearing silhouette.

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SUIT & TIE || dessert

◦ pairing: reader x taehyung

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.9k

a/n: I am just really sad cause Kim Taehyung is not in my life to do these things…I don’t even have a proper comment for this. IM JUST REALLY UPSET ATM OKAY. (anyways i hope you love it)

m a s t e r l i s t

“You just wore that to tease me,” his voice scratched the back of his throat, coming out in a faint growl, but the wide grin spread across his face was anything but menacing. His eyes shrunk into crescent moons and his boxy smile smile pressed against your neck, his warm breath tickling the skin as he laughed and carefully placed light butterfly kisses. Your fingers were lost in the softness of his hair, stroking the base of his neck as he held you gently against the door. The feeling of his body up against yours like this was pure bliss.

“To be fair,” you started, but his lips were against yours again. Your fingers slipped under the fabric of his blazer, slipping it off down his arms and throwing it haphazardly towards the nearest piece of furniture. “I didn’t think it would work so fast,” you spoke between giggling kisses. You could hardly maintain a steady breath. You reached for his buckle, pulling his belt out of the loops of his pants and dropping it to the floor with a light clang. “We even skipped dessert!”

A breathy gasp left you as his fingers pulled the zipper down your back. The light touch of his skin trailed the cold metal grazing against your bare back. The mood changed instantly. You pinched your lips over one another, as though the damage had not already been done. Taehyung pulled back, cocking an eyebrow, his ego inflated. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh trust me, we’re not skipping dessert.”

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a niall horan oneshot

Summer Camp

pairing: Niall/OFC

word count: 22,554 

warnings: sexually explicit content

Niall Horan was what one would call a cocky asshole. A loud, brash, outspoken and unapologetic cocky asshole who could either make your life a living hell or, in my case, give you the best summer of your life.

The first time I saw him was at Camp Counselor arrival day, about three days before the four week camp actually began. Being as this was my first time ever being a camp counselor, I really had no idea what to expect, but I eagerly unloaded my bags and puffed the fallen hair out of my face. I could see a crowd of people gathered over by a huge flagpole and I struggled a bit as I lugged my belongings over to join the big group of counselors. Everyone else had already arrived it seemed, the camp director shouting out a few instructions from his stance at the front, and I stopped at the very back of the group, dropping my bags at my feet with a sigh. My head twisted as two other people that had walked up caught my attention and I watched as they went around to the opposite side of the huddle, immediately engaging in conversation with some of the other counselors standing there.

Knitting my brows, I took a timid glance around and quickly realized that I knew not a single soul but everyone else seemed to already be friends, the thought making me gulp back a deep breath. This was going to be a long four weeks for sure.

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I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable

Request: do you think you could do 51 with peter from the newest list??

51 from the prompt list plss?thank you sm!!💓💓

Summary: You and Peter are sat in the cafeteria at school studying for a test and he catches your eye making it difficult to concentrate.

****A/N: I haven’t posted anything in a while. Things are happening at home. So I know this is short but it’s all I’ve got right now.****

I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate 

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

You read over the contents of the pages in front of you and wrote down information over and over again to ensure that you’ll be able to recall it when the test comes. You had been doing this for the past half hour with Peter sitting ahead of you, studying with his own method. You both had free period before the test and you had agreed to not waste any spare time by not getting in some last minute studying. 

The cafeteria was abnormally quiet and empty allowing you to hear your own pencil on paper, and the crisp rustling of Peters notes. He was mumbling the written words as he read over them without his knowledge of it. When you first discovered that he did this when concentrated on his work, you thought it was strange and slightly annoying, but since then it’s grown on you, now you hardly ever notice it. 

A thick silence blanketed the room as Peters mumbling had evaded. He suddenly gasped and let out a not so subtle sneeze, startling both you and both. His head bobbed down and back up with his outburst, and his chocolaty eyes grew. You couldn’t help but smile and let out a soft laugh at his abrupt disorientation. Your smile was deadly contagious and it found it’s way onto Peters lips, infecting his features. 

“Bless you,” you excused him, and he gave you a nod and thanks in return.

He buried his nose back in to his work and soon enough his mumbling followed. Instead of copying his actions and going back to your notes, your irises remained on him. You watched as the corner of his eyes would crinkle depending on his interest and concentration. The slight crows feet that frame his eyes carry traces of laughter and deep grins that are burned deep into your memory. His eyebrows creased slightly with puzzlement but soon relaxed to their normal position. 

He brought his right hand up and softly pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them over it. You felt warm and happy taking him in and his actions and quirks that may go unnoticed to most people, were the whole world to you.

I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable, and I’m trying to concentrate,” you let slip, crossing your arms over your chest.

Peter tore his eyes off the many pages on the table and gave you a confused stare, “Wha-what do you mean?” he wondered innocently, “Did I do something wrong?” 

You smiled at him, “No, you’re just being you,”

He shook his head and sighed, “You’re weird,” 

“You choose to put up with me,”

“It’s well worth it, love.”

anonymous asked:

Can i pls have a fluffy sf9 reaction to their gf having pretty lips. Like their plump, always moisturized and pink

a/n: this is how i think they’d act, no harm done :)

Inseong: Because he has thin lips I feel like he’d be a person that admires yours to the extent of just staring at them while you talk. Like, you guys would be talking to each other about how the guy in your class is an absolute fart and he would just be staring at your lips - not sexually but in a very innocent way. He loves the way that they’re beautiful without you even trying!

“Inseong? Are you even listening to me?!” 

“Shh, don’t ruin the moment,”

*leans in and pecks your lips* *smiles smugly* *pecks them again* “Heh.” 

Originally posted by ohjuho

Youngbin: Let’s be honest: he’s such a loving guy so what will he not love about you! I can imagine him reminding you to apply your lip balm before bed and after your baths. Sometimes applying it for you himself :D Let’s not leave out the random kisses he’ll give you when you least expect it!

*lies on the bed, waiting for you to finish your night routine* “Don’t forget your lip balm!”

“I know mom -_-”

Originally posted by kimyumbin

Jaeyoon: He’ll be your best friend when it comes to shopping for lipstick, i swear. I mean like-

“Does this colour suit me?” *shows him a nude coloured one*

*shakes his head vigorously* “Are you trying to hide those sultry lips of yours, woman?!”

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

Sanghyuk (Dawon): Oh boy, don’t get me started on his obsession on your lips!!!!! You guys would be walking down a path beside the Han River and then he’d just walk up to you and leave you speechless by just pecking your lips like the fRIED CHICKEN HE IS and then run away like a COWARD with you shouting-


Originally posted by feelsensational

Juho (Zuho): Like, you guys are in the studio listening to the melody he composed the past week and you started to add some adlibs to the song and then you made funny sounds which cutely annoyed him then he would pinch your lips like a duck and say,

“I can’t be mad at you,” *looks at his keyboard again* “your lips are too soft…” *smiles cutely*

in gif: *thinks about your cuteness* “why…………………”

Originally posted by ohjuho


*comes to you with a variety of colours* “i think these may look pretty on you y/n :)”

Originally posted by malegroups

Taeyang: THIS SEXY PUFFBALL I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS LIPS???????????????????????????? Yes, he’d love to kiss you. And sometimes, he’d ask for it, damn it yoo taeyang!!?!?!???! YOU EXTRA PIECE OF-

“Are you going to kiss me now or what y/n?” *smirks innocently but it melts your heart anyway*

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

Youngkyun (Hwiyoung): I mean like, of course, he’d love your lips like one time, you were playing on your phone then he stared at you until you looked at him and he’ll tap his cheek :P BUT SOMETIMES WHEN HE REALLY WANTS YOU TO KISS HIM HE DOESN’T EVEN NEED TO TELL YOU BECAUSE YOU KNOW HE WANTS YOUR KISSES!!!! I MEAN LIKE HE DOESN’T LIKE SKINSHIP WITH THE MEMBERS BUT YOU’RE AN EXCEPTION 

*taps his cheek cutely* “A reward for doing the chores? :D”

Originally posted by sf9stolemyheart

Chanhee (Chani): THIS FLUFFY FLUFF BALL OF FLUFF. He’s too shy to ask for kisses cmon let’s be honest. The closest thing he came to asking was when you were sleeping on his shoulder and he bent his head a little bit to graze your lips against his check then you suddenly woke up and he was SCARED SHITLESS then you said-

“Wah chani you almost suffocated me with your fluffy cheeks!” 

“Well y/n, you almost kissed me!” 

“Cmon chani i know you want my kisses.” *pecks him anyway despite his half-hearted protests*

*tries to frown but his smile is still obvious* “This is embarrassing…”

Originally posted by sf9stolemyheart


hello do you think even ever played “i’ve got your nose” with isak and gently pinched his nose and then placed the tip of his thumb between his two fingers and waved it in front of isak’s face and said “ha! i’ve got your nose” and isak rolled his eyes but still smiled (a little smile, his lips slightly pinched because he tried to hold it back) and then asked “oh no. what am i going to do now? i can’t live without a nose” in a false dramatic tone and even replied “hmmm. i think i can fix this” and he reached for isak’s nose, pinching it gently again and proudly said “your nose is back” and then isak chuckled  “phew, thank you” and even gave isak a small peck on the tip of his nose and said “you’re welcome” 

Nervous In Heels [REQUEST]

I don’t think I’m very good at writing aus but I hope this is ok. I’ve read so many exceptional CEO au stories that I feel this just pales in comparison. Still I gave it a shot. I hope you all like it :D

Jade xo

The chairs outside your boss’s office were extremely uncomfortable like they were designed to keep you unsettled and on the edge. To be sat on one of them was positively frightening. Already your palms were sweating, your heartbeat pounding hard against your chest while your fingers nervously played with the files in your hands. It was never for good reason when you were summoned to the office of Kim Jongdae.

A loud voice emanating from behind the office door made you jump out of your skin. “YOUR FUCK UP COST ME MORE MONEY THAN YOU MAKE IN A YEAR!” the voice roared, your hands shaking like a leaf in your lap. “GET OUT!” There was echoing crash and then moments later, the door swung open and a tall man sprinted out of the room with files overflowing from his arms.

The receptionist got up from her desk opposite you and headed into the office with a dipped head. What followed was perhaps the longest minute of your life. You ran through everything your boss could ask you about the project you were heading up, making sure you had the facts readily on the tip of your tongue. To your knowledge, everything was going well with the project which was why your summoning to his office was even more of a surprise.

“Mr Kim will see you now,” the receptionist said quietly, holding the door open for you.

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Post 5x20 Spec Fic

It’s not gonna happen this way, of course, but a girl can dream.

Not beta’d.

Felicity traced the rim of Oliver’s glass as she took a quiet moment for herself. There was still a little whiskey in it, and she could see the faint imprint of his lips on the rim. One thought circled in her head as she stared at the amber liquor.

Drink it. Chug it. Refill and repeat.

It would be an easy escape from all the other thoughts and emotions bubbling just under the surface of her consciousness. The more those thoughts and feelings intruded, the stronger the desire to drink grew. If the thoughts took over, she would drown in them. With no guarantees of resurfacing.

The feeling that pushed her into action was terror; the terror she had felt when Oliver was unconscious.

Felicity brought the glass to her lips and tossed her head back without a second thought. She had to admit, Oliver’s taste in liquor was always on point. There was barely any bite to its flavor, and the fire that trailed down her throat was smooth and pleasant. It warmed up her stomach, and lingered on her tongue with its sweet aftertaste.

Without hesitating, she refilled the glass about halfway and chugged it in three swallows. Her stomach put up a token protest, causing her to gag a bit, but she fought against it with all her might. Then she refilled the glass again.

“Hey,” came his soft voice from over her shoulder as he stilled her hand with his. “Take it easy.”

“I’m a grown woman,” she bit out, “I can do what I want.”

Felicity cringed internally at the ensuing silence, knowing she went too far. But she had a hard time feeling too bad about it, because his mere presence threatened to break through her emotional barriers. It was too much.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “That was harsh.”

Oliver sat down with a sigh beside her. Felicity closed her eyes and doubled down on shutting out her feelings.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked.

Felicity barked a laugh as tears sprung to her eyes. Dammit. “I’m fine.”

Without looking, she could tell he tilted his head, giving her a pointed glare.

Stubborn idiot. “I just—“ Her voice wavered. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I just want to not think.”

Oliver reached for her hand again, caressing her fingertips. “What are you running from?”

A fresh wave of grief welled up her throat, and more tears filled her eyes. “Please,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

But Oliver persisted. He pulled his chair closer to her wheelchair, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She stiffened at first, trying to preserve her composure, but when his lips landed on her head, her composure cracked. She swallowed a sob. And then another. The crack widened and the trickle of grief flowed faster, until she surrendered and leaned into Oliver’s embrace, shaking as she cried.

Felicity lost all sense of time as feelings overwhelmed her. She felt an incredible pressure on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. When the pressure became too much, she gasped deeply, followed by sobs she could no longer suppress. At some point, Oliver pulled her out of the wheelchair and into his lap, where he cradled her in his arms and rocked her side to side.

“It’s okay,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you. Let it all out.”

With the dam finally broken, all the thoughts she ran from finally caught up to her. They flowed through her mind disjointedly, competing to be heard, overlapping each other into a giant, tangled mess.

She was paralyzed again. There were no other prototypes. The only existing prototype would have to be repaired, but there was no guarantee that it could be fixed.

She and Oliver had come to an understanding after a year of –

Pain, in her back, her legs numb, a moment of self-pity – why me –

Had it been a mistake, joining Helix? No, she did what she had to – but at what cost? – she wanted to carry the same burdens Oliver did.

I love him.

If she never walks again, how could she be a mother? Did Oliver even want to have kids? – that’s jumping the gun we’re not even back together yet –

I want to get back together with Oliver.

What about William?

They had to deal with Chase first. Chase the psychopath, Chase, the worst villain they’ve ever gone up against, and that’s saying something because one of them almost nuked the entire world—


Her sobbing intensified with the last thought, guilt and grief drowning out all conscious thought. Oliver’s arms tightened around her, and he whispered words of comfort in her ear.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the intensity of Felicity’s grief abated, her sobs fading into hiccups. Oliver continued holding her, still gently rocking his chair.

“Better?” he asked quietly.

Felicity nodded. She took a deep, cleansing breath, and started moving to leave Oliver’s lap—

–until she remembered she couldn’t walk.

One last spate of grief bubbled up, like an aftershock, but it didn’t last very long.

“What is it?” Oliver asked.

She huffed a bitter laugh. “You’re gonna have to carry me again.”

His hand reached up to wipe her wet cheeks. “Are you okay with that?”

Felicity shrugged, keeping her eyes averted. “I have to be.”

“Hey.” He lifted her chin, redirecting her gaze. The emotion she saw in his eyes—sorrow, hope, love—pierced through her, all the way down to her soul. It felt as if his gaze was a tangible thing, wrapping itself around her and making her feel safe. “You’re gonna get through this,” he reassured. “You’re gonna be okay.”

The way he said it, with such conviction and belief, settled something in her heart. All her tumultuous emotions fled in the face of his absolute faith in her, leaving only love in its wake.

“Will you help me?” she asked in a small voice, feeling naked and vulnerable.

His eyes lit up as the corner of his lips ticked up. “Always.”

Always, the word he’d used in his fake-not-so-fake vows, the word that carried so much weight between them; Felicity’s heart stuttered as she vividly recalled that moment. He had looked at her then exactly as he stared at her now, and maybe for the first time, she believed, in her bones, that Oliver really loved her.

Felicity extended her hand to run her fingers through his hair. Oliver closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, his forehead creasing with something like pain.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered with a frown.

His eyes popped open in surprise. “For what?”

Her hand drifted down to his chest. She focused on the rhythm beneath her hand for a moment before replying, “for breaking your heart.”

The pain on Oliver’s face intensified, his brows pinched and his lips pressed together. He swallowed, and then nodded once.

Felicity inched her head closer to Oliver’s, intending to rest her forehead against his. But then his eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise, and she changed her mind.

She reached for his lips instead.

Oliver gasped, and Felicity felt his heart beat faster under her hand. She kept the kiss chaste, tentative. It was more of a question than a statement, and far too soon, she pulled back to see Oliver’s reaction.

He stared at her, eyes wide with wonder and a smile playing on his lips. His chest was still, as if he was holding his breath. Felicity smiled, then nodded, and he finally expelled a breath.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice trembling.


Oliver wrapped his hand behind her head and pulled her forward, swallowing up her lips with a more passionate kiss.

The Valentine's Day Community Relationship and Bonding Soirée

Chapter 1:  The Set-Up

Fanfiction ~ Main Pairing: Jerza (but many others involved!)
RATING:  Chapter 1~Teen+  💕  Chapter 2 ~ Mature (verrrrry sexy!)  😉 💋

Words ~ 7600
Total Chapters: 2  Total Words ~ 15,000  COMPLETE


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Summary:   None of the Fairy Tail guild members would think of Valentine’s Day in the same way again… A night of frolic, dancing and minor (for Fairy Tail) explosions.  Also, canal boats.  Mirajane and Cana plot to ease Erza’s surly attitude, roping Gray and Wendy into the action as well as stirring their spoons in several other pots.  The older members of Crime Sorcière are only too happy to help out, as they’re tired of Jellal’s moping. 

A fabulous collaboration between @nalufever​ and @impracticaldemon​ – We hope you’ll enjoy this Valentine’s Day present to you! 💗💗💗  If we receive enough encouragement, we will definitely try this again, although we still haven’t quite recovered from our current state of giggles!  😂 😂 😂

Chapter 1:  Set-Up

[I] The Planning

Mira sat on top of the freshly polished bar and employed her brightest smile at Erza.  “The Master gave me the go-ahead for the Valentine’s Day Community Relationship and Bonding Soiree.”

“Valentine’s Day is an archaic idea.” The red haired swordswoman crossed her arms and frowned.  “The Master only wants to ogle more women.”

“Of course.”  Mira’s smile never lost any wattage.  “There’s nothing wrong with that.”  She cast her eyes over to a sullen Laxus and Freed dancing attendance.  “We could use some fresh meat here.  Don’t you get tired of the same guys?”  She giggled—Laxus could hear everything (dragon slayer senses doncha know) but she had a thick skin when it came to certain things; if he knew what was good for him and her and Freed—he’d ignore Mira’s small verbal faux pas.

“Ugh.”  Grimacing, Erza looked away and let her lips pinch together in a most unflattering expression.  “Not everyone is looking to sate their base desires at a moment’s notice.”

Cana took this opportunity to spin around on her bar stool.  “More’s the pity.”

“Yes, Cana knows what Valentine’s Day should be about,” agreed Mira.

It took all Erza had not to growl. Instead she grumbled:  “Why would any sane person take the advice of a demented match-maker or an inveterate lush?”

“Tch.”  Mira ignored the tone and content of Erza’s words.  “You really need something to take that wicked edge off.”

“I am fine.”

Cana drained her mug and shook her head; Mira looked at the red-head and giggled.  “The cards never lie, Erza.  You need some help.”

“I am fine.”  Repeating her words didn’t make her believe them any better either. The endless scuffling between Gray and Natsu, behind her, burned her last nerve.  Turning, Erza glared at the ice and fire mages.  “I will rip off your arms and beat you to death with them if you don’t stop right this instant!”

Natsu pulled his punch, turning his haymaker into a friendly arm around Gray’s neck.  For his part, Gray grimaced but allowed the contact.  

“We’re the best of pals over here!”

“The very best!”

Lucy sighed and joined Erza, Cana and Mira.  “Did I hear someone asking for help?”

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In your arms;Haechan

Genre: Fluff

Request: Can you make Haechan clingy scenario? Thank you so much,have a nice day (or night)💖

A/N: i’ll be doing a concept/scenario somewhat similar to jaehyun’s one here, so im sorry if this is too short, but i hope you enjoy reading hehe


“You promised me you’d come over today,” Haechan’s sad and whiny voice rang loudly from the other line of the phone, and you heard him sigh again.

“Donghyuck, i’m really tired right now, i promise i’ll go over as soon as i’m up tomorrow?” you tried asking him in your sweetest voice, but in response, you heard him whine again, and you pictured him pouting in your mind, like he always would. He scoffed then let out a small frustrated puff, “That’s what you always say”

You felt bad, school had been keeping you busy for the past few weeks and the last time you saw Haechan was two weeks ago.

Honestly you were so tired, all you wanted to do was to lie beside your boyfriend, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and to take a break from all the work.

But break had just started today and as soon as you got home, you stayed in your bed and hadn’t left it since.

You were too tired to even move an inch.

But as much as you wanted Haechan, he wanted and missed you so badly too.

He wanted to hug you so tightly and necer let go, while peppering small little pecks around your face.

Which was why he had been calling you since the moment you got out of school, asking you go over to the dorms to see him.

But your lazy ass wasn’t cooperating, and you dreaded the fact that it’d take you half an hour to get there.

“I’ll just see you tomorrow, i promise” you told him, in hopes that he’d understand.

But you knew he wasn’t going to give in.

Which is why you are lying on his lap now, his fingers getting lost in the soft locks of your hair, the other hand intertwined with yours, the feeling you missed the most.

It was 9pm at night and the dorm is silent and empty, the other members all gone out to spend time together. The sounds of the television echo throughout the living room, and only your breaths can be heard.

Both of you missed each other so much, you just want to enjoy his presence beside you now.

For him, he was contented and happy that he managed to convince you to come down just to see him, and he was thankful.

He missed you so much, he needed to see you right away.

He looks down at you and gives you the longest and most loving smile ever, and can’t help but giggle to himself.

“What is it?” you playfully ask, pouting your lips, then pinching his cheek.

He blushes a little, then shakes his head.

His fingers continue to brush through your hair, and continues admiring every single feature of your face.

He leans down, and gives you a small peck.

Immediately, you jump up and you feel every part your whole body jumping, the family tingling sensation on your cheeks and stomach starting to form.

You see Haechan give you the most innocent smile, then opens his arms wide.

You know what he wants.

You wrap your arms around his torso, then pull him tightly to you, your head is buried in the nape of his neck, as he rests his chin lightly on your shoulder.

You missed this warm embrace.

“I missed you so much, my ugly”

“I missed you more, and your stupid roasts”

The both of you stay in this position, and slowly, you slowly start to relax, your sleepyness kicking in again.

Soon enough, your head is on his chest, snoring lightly as your arm rests lazily above his stomach.

Haechan laughs at this sight, his hand reaching up to outline your jawline, then brushing your hair again.

His arms are around yours, and he doesn’t want to let go, ever.

He smiles unknowingly to himself, then whispers to you softly, “I love you so much”