pyjama shirt

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do you guys remember that one text post about pyjamas the terror being an anagram for harry james potter? 

so initially I was going to draw only harry wearing a pyjamas the terror t-shirt, but then I googled online anagram generator and had so much fun with it that ended up drawing the entire gang

(on twitter)

  • Me (11 years old): I want Harry Potter bedsheets
  • My mom: no you can't have them because in 10 years you won't want to sleep under them anymore
  • Me (23 years old): *buys Harry Potter bedsheets*
“JUNHUI SENT A VIDEO” ੭ JUNHUI

Contains :  bestfriend!junhui, SMUT !  

Group : SEVENTEEN

Member : Jun/Wen Junhui

Words : + 2,8k

Summary : Junhui was a cocky guy, that was for sure, but you never thought that he was that cocky, as you glare at your phone screen, a shaky finger pressing on the imagine of his smooth torso, his hand wrapped around his cock.

Originally posted by indigyu

A/N : For all my babies suffering from the lack of seventeen smut, there you go ! + I’m writing this now instead of after my exams because I was revising and my friend sent me the video of Jun dancing to Who and yeah I couldn’t.
+ someone told me it was similar to other smuts and yes it is, I red other writings with the same plot so this smut is inspired by them


[11:06] you : jun, leave me alone

A sigh left your lips as you placed your phone beside you, trying to focus on the papers all over your desk. Fingertips rubbing your temples, you closed your eyes, trying to remember the things you were reading a few moments before. You hated it, you hated having to learn things by heart, just to recite everything like a robot in front of a teacher, as if it would prove that you were intelligent or something.

On top of that, your best friend was texting you non stop. You were already a pretty distracted person, but with him making your phone buzz every minute, it was even worst. He was a year above you, and didn’t have to pass any exams. His school year was over, and he was celebrating it tonight, in a party thrown by someone from his class.

But apparently, the party wasn’t that amazing, since it seemed like he wasn’t leaving his phone to go grind on some girl.

 [11:07] junhui : talk to meeeee :(
[11:07] you : omg jun why are you like this, leave me alone
[11:08] junhui : its boring without you :(

A laugh escaped your lips, he was probably at least a bit tipsy. See, Jun was your best friend, but you both had this thing were you acted like you hated each other. But when alcohol was running in his system, Jun was the first to spill his feelings, and it was always so rewarding to see his face the day after when you red him his drunk texts.

[11:08] you : you know i have my last test soon
[11:08] you : are you already drunk ? its not even midnight omg
[11:09] junhui : no shit i fucking know you have a test
[11:09] junhui : i cant believe you left me like that

You rolled your eyes at his text, before typing. Yeah, you could understand him. You two were ready to leave, because you were supposed to go with him, but you decided to stay at the last minute, quickly leaving your tight dress for your large pyjama shirt.
Jun had tried to convince you to go with him, after all, the test was only in a week, but you didn’t want to waste time partying while you could use this time to work.

[11:10] you : dont be like this, you know its an important test
[11:10] you : go dance or something, we’ll have all summer to party together
[11:11] junhui : i dont want to dance :( :( :(
[11:11] you : yOU’RE SO ANNOYING JUGNDHGU
[11:11] you : im gonna study byyye

For a moment, the boy stopped texting you, and you thought that maybe he was finally dancing and having some fun. Going back to your notes, you tried to memorize everything, repeating the important points to yourself.
A tired smile stretched your lips when you finally got everything right, moving to the next text. Rolling your eyes, you groaned, seeing how long the plan you had to memorize was, and how depressing the text was, talking about how Humans were damned no matter what.

You took a deep breath, sitting comfortably before starting reading every point, then, your phone buzzed again.

[11:25] junhui : hi
[11:26] junhui : answer me
[11:27] junhui : y/n
[11:27] junhui : :(
[11:28] junhui : i wont stop until you answer
[11:29] junhui : thats the worst party ive ever seen
[11:30] junhui : and i cant even leave because mingyu is the one driving
[11:30] junhui : plus im kind of drunk
[11:30] junhui : wow i cant believe you did this to me
[11:31] you : omg wen junhui ill kill you

You sighed, he wasn’t going to leave you alone, you had to navigate between answering him and revising, rolling your eyes, maybe going to the party was a better idea.

[11:31] junhui : i like when you call me by my full name thats hot
[11:31] you : wtf you have weird kinks
[11:32] junhui : wow cant believe my best friend is shaming me for my kinks !
[11:33] you : find mingyu, maybe he will drive you home
[11:33] junhui : nah i saw him going upstairs with some random girl
[11:34] you : gross
[11:34] junhui : i cant believe u did this to me
[11:35] you : omfg junhui how many times are you going to say that ?
[11:35] junhui : until you apologize ???
[11:36] you : fuck you this exam is more important than an obviously shitty party

You breathed, all your focus now on the coversation with your best friend. He would distract you anyway, and you wouldn’t be able to get any work done, so what was the point. Giving a last look at the pile of paper, you moved from your desk to your bed, trying to find a decently cold spot.

[11:37] junhui : ohmy god your test is in a fucking week
[11:38] you : fuck its just a party why are you getting mad about it ?
[11:38] junhui : because
[11:39] you : you’re a child
[11:39] junhui : whatever
[11:40] you : omg

You growned, dropping your phone on your side, your arm resting on your eyes. He didn’t respond, and it was for the best, when Jun was drunk, he could either be super whiny for nothing, or super angry for nothing, and you would rather stop talking to him for the night than have a conversation with an angry stubborn guy.

The summer night was growing hotter, your shirt starting to stick to your body. Tugging at it to let some air hit your skin, you thought for a moment that Jun finally gave up, maybe finding someone to drive him home.

[11:55] junhui : im in the bathroom
[11:57] you : k
[11:57] junhui : i have a boner
[11:58] you : dID I ASK

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, drunk Jun could be either way super whiny, super angry or super horny, yeah you forgot about that.
See, another thing in your friendship was how comfortable both of you were when it came to sex. Junhui was already super comfortable talking about it, and so, you grew more and more confident talking about it with him. That was one of the few things you were grateful for.

[11:59] you : go get some girl to grind on i’m studying

You lied, hoping and praying god that you couldn’t have to deal with a drunk and horny Junhui.
A few moments passed, and again, you thought that he was out of the bathroom dancing on some girl, because you knew that a lot of them were willing to do it. It wasn’t news that Junhui was pretty popular, his delicate features and sweet voice were enough for a lot of girls, but he also had amazing hands, and those thighs, god, the result of years of dancing.
In addition to all of this, the way his hips moved was sinful. You remember seeing him dancing to one the songs he made with his friends, his hips moving slowly, his hand resting on his thigh, so close to his crotch.

Yeah, these were one of these days where you asked yourself, how the fuck do I even contain myself. 

After moving his hips, you remember his eyes finding yours before he started body rolling, his shoulders broad, toned stomach moving.
And it wasn’t all, the choregraphy continued again until his hands made contact with the floor, supporting himself as he fucking grinded on the floor, powerful thrusts over the floor, and you cursed under your breath.

You couldn’t admit it to yourself, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how his body moved, and you blamed it on sexual frustration, yeah that was it.

But more and more, your breath strated inching everytime he got closer, or when his hands got too adventurous, because he also wasn’t helping it.
But soon, you convinced yourself that you couldn’t think about your best friend in such ways, it was weird. You were making it weird at least.

[00:05] junhui : sent a video

Your thoughts got cut by the sound of your phone, your hand grabbing it before tracing your password, and your fucking mind went blank.

Your eyes stayed glued to your screen, blinking a few times, before checking again the name of the contact, yeah that was Jun.
Your troath was dry, and you tried to swallow the built of saliva.

The thumbnail was enough to leave you breathless, and even more sweaty.

Fuck, what was that for ?

You unconsciously licked your lips, your eyes fixed on the image.

Jun’s was sitting in what looked like a bathroom, his black jeans tugged to the middle of his muscular thighs, his black shirt riding up, revealing a parcel of his skin. His hand was wrapped around his cock, tip already red, several rings hugging his fingers. You couldn’t see his face, the image cut to his sweaty neck, but you could understand that his head was thrown back.

You cursed under your breath, a shaky finger pressing on the message, the image filling your screen before starting.
And it started right away, the boy’s hand slowly pumping up and down, his thumb stopping to collect the drop of precum. Touching his sensitive head, you heard a hiss, your mouth falling agape, waiting for more, and it stopped.

Your eyes widen, still locked on the screen, before catching the small three dots on your phone.

[00:06] junhui : fuck, im so hard
[00:06] junhui : help me

You looked up from your screen, as if someone would suddently appear at the end of your bed to help you in this situation.
Your heart was pounding, what the fuck were you supposed to do ? He sent it like it was the most normal thing to do.

And fuck, you wanted to run away from your phone and hide, but on the other hand, your eyes were still glued to the small picture, your mind replaying the faint hiss.

[00:07] junhui : y/n
[00:08] you : you can’t send things like that omg
[00:08] junhui : omfg its okay youre my best friend
[00:08] junhui : just help me
[00:08] junhui : please

“Best friends”, was that a common thing to send nudes to your best friend ? You took a deep breath, before typing again, what the fuck were you getting yourself into.

[00:09] you : what the fuck do you want me to do
[00:09] you : you have a fucking boner its not my fault youre a horny fuck
[00:10] junhui : sent a vocal

You rolled your eyes, taking your headphones before playing the audio, and your heart sank. It started with a clear, deep moan, you could hear that he was trying to stay quiet, before muffling it, the sound of his hand moving in the background was faint, and he started talking. God, his voice was raspy, low, breathless, “What do you mean it’s not your fault ? I have a fucking boner because of you, fuck- That dress looked so good on you.”

Your breath grew uneven, catching your lip between your teeth. A breathy moan fell from his lips, probably picturing you in the dress you were wearing earlier, “And fuck- d-did you really have to start taking it off in front of me ?” You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered taking the straps off in front of him, letting him see a bit of your bra, but you couldn’t imagine that it had such and effect on him.

“God, please, send something, a picture, anything, I don’t care.”, he moaned, before ending the audio. You eyes widen, a picture ? Fuck, you wanted to continue whatever was going on, feeling the familiar discomfort between your legs but you really didn’t know how to take it.

Eventually, you moved your phone, stretching your arm above your head, opening the camera. Your moved to lay on your back, bending your knee up as your other hand tugged your shirt upwards, enough to show the right of your bra and your panties.

It was the exact same bra that Jun saw as you took your dress off earlier, the lacy black bra un panties hugging your body. You quickly took the picture, cutting it after your lips, your lower lip rosy after biting it, and you sent it.

[00:14] you : sent a picture

Biting your lip, you waited for his responce.

[00:15] junhui : fuck, you look so good
[00:16] junhui : sent a video

And this time, you didn’t hesitate to open the video, your breath stopping. Fuck, if he was touching himself while looking at a picture of you, you could to that too, right ? Your hand traveled down your stomach, letting your finger press on your clit, a gasp leaving your lips.
Keeping your eyes open, you watched as the video opened on your phone, Jun’s hand moving faster this time, and holy shit, he looked so big.
His tip was red, a groan coming from his chest as he moved the phone and,

“Oh my god.”, you cursed under your breath as you took your panties off, your digit spreading your wetness. You gasped as Jun moved the phone so you were able to fully see his hand pumping his cock and his face, and god, he look amazing.

His lower lip between his teeth, looking straight at his camera through the locks of his back hair. His mouth suddently fell open with a silent moan as his head fell backwards, letting you see his Adam’s Apple bobbing and the video ended.

Fuck, you were keeping those videos, for scientific reasons.

[00:18] junhui : are you touching yourself ?

Your finger started rubbing your clit, trying your best to reply, but you didn’t even know how, so you took another picture. Quickly opening the camera, you took another one in the same position, your hand clearly visible in the shot.

[00:18] you : sent a picture
[00:19] junhui : i knew it
[00:19] junhui : fuck, i wish you were here

And then, out of nowhere, your phone rang.

You didn’t hesitate long before you accepted the call, placing your phone on your pillow beside your head.

“Y/N.”, he breathed as your finger started to work faster.

“Jun.”, you wanted your voice to be as quiet as his, but it came out in a moan.

“Fuck, why did you have to stay home.”, he gasped, breathless.

“Why did you have to go to this party.”, you replied.

“Whatever, be fucking prepared when I come home.”, a broken moan fell from his lips as you cursed under your breath, your imagination running wild. You allowed a finger to enter your heat, your digit easily sliding in. You moaned, your other hand gripping your sheet.

“God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress.”, the sound of skin clapping grew quicker as he continued, “I wish I could feel your lips around me.”, he gasped, before continuing, “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth when I come home, won’t you ?”

You moaned, his words hitting your core, but he wasn’t having it, his cocky self coming back. “Words.”

You opened your mouth, breathing heavely before answering, “Yes.”

“Yeah.”, and he laughed out of pleasure, the sound ringing in your ears, adding another finger.

“I’ll make you feel so good.”, he purred, a long moan tumbling from his lips. “You’re touching yourself, right babygirl ? Fuck yourself with your fingers, curl them, imagine my fingers instand of yours.”, he rasped, clearly reaching his climax as he was finding it hard to talk.

And you did, curling your fingers and moving faster, picturing your best friend between your legs, your hips bucking against your hand.
Your moans grew higher, more and more frequent as you moved your hips.

“Are you gonna cum ?”, he asked, breathless, groaning as he tried to wait for you.

“Jun.”, you moaned, unable to give him an answer, feeling the knot in your stomach ready to explode.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”, he cooed, a broken moan filling your ears. “Come for me.”

And that’s all you needed, moaned, your back arching, a clear layer of sweat near your collarbones. Collapsing, you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes, trying to focus on what was going on on the other side.

A series of curse words mixed with your name tumbled from his lips, before he came on a long moan, gasping every now and then.

“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, trying to process everything, before letting a long sigh.

Both of you stayed silent for a moment, before Jun moved the phone, before speaking in a breathless voice.

“Wait for me, I’ll be here soon.”

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Summery: Bucky being annoying can lead to fun times.

Triggers: oral, making out, 69, general smuttyness

Word Count; 1500+

A/N: I just needed to write some smut so here you go. (thank you @likochkah for helping me, I love you so much and I hope you did some revision)

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Originally posted by ohhseby

‘I swear to God, James. One day I’m gonna be on the news for your murder’ Bucky had sat at your seat at the breakfast table again, after you had told him again and again that it was your seat.

‘Ohh harsh words from the short ass.’ You rolled your eyes at his attempt to hurt your feelings. ‘And don’t call me that’

‘What? James? Oh, James’ you continued saying his real name in different voice, mocking him. He retaliated by throwing daggers at you with his eyes.

‘I will be on the news for both your murders if you don’t stop’ Steve, who was reading a newspaper and had just finished his bowl of cereal, murmured at you. Loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough for you to listen.

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Pop-Tarts - Andrews!Reader X Jughead

[A/N: Okay so you can blame @kingpendleton for this one, I just wanted to write a bit of a tropey piece and this is what I came up with. It’s a little rough because it was only supposed to be a short number but I ended up with 2300 words.]

Word Count: 2300

Originally posted by alwayschach-sprouseblog

‘Do you ever, I don’t know, hang out at your own house?’ You asked as you flopped down onto the occupied sofa.

Jughead Jones lay slouched next to you with his feet firmly placed on your small coffee table; he was surrounded by multiple bags of chips and sweet treats, and a gluttonous sized cup of soda.

‘And why would I ever want to do that when I can enjoy such fantastic company, like yourself, right here in the Andrews home?’ He flashed you the most sarcastic face he could muster, behind his eyes however there lay genuine humour.

You playfully kicked his feet from your coffee table with a gentle shove and replaced them with your own, he huffed in annoyance.

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I actually wrote a fic!

Well, looks like I’m finally taking the plunge and actually writing something. I’m nervous as hell about this, I haven’t written something just for fun in like 2+ years. Whoops.

Slightly AU where Jughead and Betty never kissed that one time, and therefore never got into a relationship. They were still friends when he moved to the Southside.

Loosely based off of Drive by Halsey. (you can blame @bugheadotp and @believe-that-you-can-my-friend for that. fucking bughead/badlands comparisons ruining my life in the best possible way tbh)

thanks @camelotskingz for encouraging me to post this, even though it kinda sucks.

Warnings: Sort of but not really smutty toward the end? that’s really it I think. There’s a Keep Reading cut because it got too long, sorry if you’re on mobile!


There are some roads that seem to stretch out forever. Go on and on forever, and go nowhere. Betty and Jughead found themselves on one of those roads, it had been hours since even a word was spoken. They hadn’t passed a house, another car, or even a gas station. Were they on Route 40? Had they gotten to the interstate? Jughead has no idea. He remembered missing one of the exit signs back there somewhere.

His back was coated in sweat from spending so long in the driver’s seat. The whole time he’d been driving, he’d been trying to ignore how goddamn needy he was to touch her, to feel her, to be with her. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, trying to direct his attention anywhere but the girl asleep next to him. Defeated, he finally decided to give up the driving. Where were they even trying to go? She was asleep anyway. May as well not kill the gas. Jughead thought.

He only had the cash for another refill, which was supposed to take them home. He glanced at Betty. And the frustration made him grit his teeth.
He looked at his phone. 4:02 AM.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly. Turns out, that was the first thing to break the silence that remained ever-present throughout the whole drive.


“Jughead please, I can’t be here anymore, I need to get out of here, just for a couple hours, please. I have to go.” Betty’s voice was racked with sobs from the other side of the phone. It was late. Well, maybe not late, late, but 11:53 is late for someone living in the Cooper household. His nerves steeled from the sound of her crying. Wherever she was going, he was coming, he decided. “No, not by yourself. I’m coming, okay?” Jughead’s own voice was weak and came out much shakier than he intended. He cursed himself for sounding so sleepy.

“Juggie, no, you don’t have to-“ He hastily ended the call. Before he could realize it, he had grabbed the keys to his father’s old truck and had darted out of the trailer, not even bothering to change. Jughead was still wearing his white shirt and pyjama pants, not even stopping for his trademark beanie. His feet slipped into the first pair of shoes he could find, a worn pair of converse two sizes too small that he didn’t have the money to replace.

Betty hung up the phone with a sigh. Of course he was coming. He didn’t have to, of course, but she didn’t want to be the needy girl who called her friend in the middle of the night about every little problem.

Friend? Really? Was that all it was, what they had?

Her hands wiped hastily at her eyes, and she noticed the trails the tears left behind were tinged with a faint bit of mascara, whatever she hadn’t cried off already. What could she say? It had been a hard day. Betty looked out at the empty street, all the identical homes and their suburban façade. It didn’t feel like home. She’d lived there her whole life, in the same damn house all her life, and it still didn’t feel like home. Betty couldn’t help but think, was the Southside any better?

At least the people there don’t lie about their so-called-perfect lives, she thought. Her feet swung back and forth softly, as she saw her breath swirl in the night air and disappear. She missed Jughead, sure. But she didn’t want him back on the Northside. Because all that ever happened to him here was he got chewed up and spit back out by the higher-ups. The Southside seemed better for him. And rather than bring him back here, she’d rather join him. Run off to the Southside and be with him. 
But, as friends. Of course.

And then she noticed Jughead pull up, in FP’s old rickety pickup truck.
Jughead got out of the truck, and walked up the side of the Coopers’ house, until he was directly under her window.

He noticed Betty, doing something he had never seen before. She was sitting on the ledge of her window, very much close to falling. She looked weak, and frail, as though one gust of wind would push her from the sill and she’d land on the ground below. It made him nervous just to think about. But fuck, he’d be lying to himself if he said she didn’t look beautiful. Her hair gleamed like stardust under the harsh streetlights that never seemed to turn on on the Southside. The ones that worked still flickered every so often, threatening to plunge the already-dark streets into complete blackness. On the Northside, however, they turned on and off systematically, on at 10 every night, and off at 5 in the morning. Her skin looked soft, but beaten, almost. It was evident she hadn’t been sleeping enough.

Her eyes locked on Jughead, who looked worn and weary from sleep, she noticed. His steps were sluggish. She’d been sitting on the ledge of her window for an hour now, wondering if she should jump down and run somewhere far far away, or to climb back inside and pray for sleep to draw her into a temporary oblivion. But now he was here, in his father’s old truck, smiling at her. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. The keys spun around his finger, as he called up to her as softly as he could.

“Want to go for a drive?”

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  • me: *wears no socks to bed*
  • me: *sticks feet out of covers*
  • me: *rucks pyjama shirt up so tummy is visible*
  • me: *braids hair back away to leave neck bare*
  • me: *sleeps with arms folded behind head*
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  • me: wow i sure hope there are no tickle monsters or anything under my bed that'd be unfortunate
The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 7

Originally posted by matokisonyeondan

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst, mafia au!

Member: Jongup

Word Count: 3613.

Description: It’s one series of events after another, so what’s next?

It was awkward and it was tense. You watched from the top of the stairs for a few moments in silence as Jongup stared them all down, not bothering with sitting like the rest. You could see black clouds around him, you could imagine lightning flashing around him and the loud clap of thunder that would follow as you stared at his back, puffed and angry as he showed his true size in the way he stood. It was strong, intimidating and taller than you realised Jongup really was.

“What made you think you had the right to take my wife to a dangerous life threatening mission without having my consent to do so? What made you think Y/N was the perfect person to set up in line for the possible chance of death, without even bothering to inform me?” Jongup began and they all stared at him as Yongguk sat up straight in his seat.

“If we had told you we wanted Y/N to help us with the mission you would have said no-”

“Because you’re putting my partner, my wife into a situation where she can be killed, this is very different than taking her to some sort of meet up you all go to. I give you one job, one simple request and you go and fuck it up by dragging my wife into this world by putting her life at risk!”

“Jongup that’s not-”

“Don’t try and tell me that’s not true Himchan because none of you were watching her were you? What would have happened to Y/N if I was just seconds later than I was when I arrived? Because none of you followed them to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her!”

“Listen to-”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you say Yongguk. It took years to build the trust between us, and now it’s broken because you went against me and used Y/N to fulfil your own vendettas. What’s a couple hundred dollars ever mattered to you Yongguk? Look at the place you live in and the money you waste on the mundane things no one ever wants” You blinked, Jongup’s voice was dangerously low, murderously deep as he gripped the back of the couch he stood in front of. His knuckles turning a pale white from the amount of strength he put into his grip.

“I’m sorry we have misplaced you trust Jongup”

“If you really were sorry, if you wanted to keep that trust, you wouldn’t have dragged Y/N into something more than she ever needs to see. Y/N doesn’t need to see the things any of us do, I’m trying to give her the best, most normal life I can and you’re really fucking that up for me” Zelo looked past Jongup and straight into your eyes, slowly opening his mouth to speak as his eyes never left yours.

“Y/N didn’t hesitate to help” He muttered and Jongup looked at him with flaming eyes, picking up an empty glass and smashing it on the expensive carpet beneath their feet.

“Because you made her believe that I wanted her to help you, that I wanted you to do this mission! She wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t believe that you would keep her safe!” He roared and you gripped the rail to the stairs tightly, glaring at Zelo with as much force you could put into your stare until he was forced to look away from you.

“Y/N” Jongup called and when you looked down at him, he was already at the foot of the stairs smiling softly your way.

“We’re leaving now” He spoke just as gently as his smile to you was and you nodded as you quickly lifted your bag from the ground and made your way down the stairs. You held onto Jongup’s outstretched hand, and his other quickly reached for your things, taking them from you and carrying them out the door with you closely behind him, still holding his hand tighter than you normally would. When you reached his car, you looked back to see that the others had all followed you, standing on the last step of the front porch. Your things were put in the back seat quickly and Jongup opened the door for you, helping you get your dress in the car before swinging the door shut. He walked to the driver’s side and gave all of the watching people a long hard stare before getting in the car as well and quickly starting the engine.

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When the car came to a stop and you looked at the tall house in front of you, you were relieved to see the familiar place and undid your seatbelt and got out of the car just as silently as the drive here had been. Jongup naturally grabbed your things for you and you held the skirt of your dress up as you walked towards the house.

When you were inside you were finally able to take those painful heels off, you had no clue where your mask was but you didn’t plan to go looking for it anytime soon. You followed Jongup to your room and he put your things on the bed as you went straight to the drawers, pulling out an old shirt and pyjama shorts before retreating to the bathroom with one last look Jongup’s way.

It was relieving be out of that dress and to actually have room to breathe properly again and your skin got to breathe again as you quickly removed all the makeup you had been wearing and sighed in content when the fresh air hit your naked face. You shut the bathroom door behind you and looked at Jongup who stood in front of the bed, your bag opened and clothes on the bed, neatly folded and ready to be put away.

You made your way towards him and put a hand on his shoulder as you looked at your things on the bed.

“You need to get some rest Jongup” You spoke quietly and Jongup sighed as he folded another one of your shirts. He put the shirt down and let his arms fall back as you silently took his suit jacket off him. You hung it on the frame of the bed and stood next to him again as he rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand.

“I want to put your things away for you Y/N” He spoke with the want for sleep dripping from his voice and you smiled as you grabbed the already folded clothes and put them where they belonged.

“I can do that tomorrow; I’m tired too so we should rest. That suit probably isn’t very comfortable either” You muttered and Jongup nodded.

“The belt buckle is digging into my stomach” Jongup admitted, undoing his belt and slowly making his way into the bathroom. You moved the rest of your things off the bed, in the corner by your closet so you could take care of them the next day. You found great relief in putting yourself under the covers of the familiar bed and sighed in content as you got comfortable with your pillows.

When Jongup came out of the bathroom you let your eyes flutter shut and didn’t refuse the way his arms snuck you into a warm hold. You listened to the deep breath he let out and the tiredness you felt slowly overtook you until you could no longer stay conscious.

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There were hangers on your bed and clothes everywhere. You were finishing unpacking your things whilst Jongup was out doing some sort of work. Peacefully, you hummed to yourself, swaying your head side to side as you quietly sung along to the song you currently had stuck in your head. You hung clothes on hangers and neatly hung them in the closet. You heard slams and crashes outside, there was a screech of a car against the cement driveway and you immediately ran to the window, dropping the clothing article in your hand to see what was happening. Jongup was getting out of his car, angrier than you had ever seen him before. He stormed his way to the front door and you ran out of the room to meet him downstairs.

“Jongup” You rushed as he slammed the front door shut, he stormed past you and you quickly moved to be in front of him again.

“Jongup what’s happened?” You asked, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to look at you. This time he pulled you into a hug and his deep breaths fanned the back of your neck as he held you close to him.

“They killed my father” He whispered and you immediately stiffened, your body becoming a rock against his equally as frozen body and you could barely move back to look him in the eye.

“Who killed your father Jongup?” You gasped.

“The Kim’s, they’ve killed my father and now they’re after my mafia, which means they’re after us too Y/N” Jongup stared you dead in the eye and you swore your life stopped in that moment.

“What are we meant to do?” You muttered and Jongup broke the hug. He took your hand and pulled you past the stairs and down a long hall you had been yet to explore. You couldn’t count how many doors you passed before you came to a stop at the one Jongup was unlocking with a thick key, there were too many to count. You followed Jongup through the open door and he quickly shut it when you were both in the room.

“Oh my god” You gaped at your surroundings and a shiver ran down your spine. Jongup dug through his pocket for his phone and handed it to you before walking further into the room.

“Call Yongguk and tell him I need him here now, with his tail between his legs, please Y/N” Jongup demanded, softening his tone at the end when he remembered who he was speaking to and you nodded as you quickly did as you were told to do.

“Hello, Yongguk it’s Y/N. Mr Moon is dead and Jongup wants you here asap with your tail between your legs- Wait I probably shouldn’t have said that-”

“I told you to say it” Jongup cut in, casually picking up a gun the size of your arm and examining it.

“Oh ok, well he needs you here like five minutes ago” You rushed it all out before you could even verify who you were actually talking to.

“It’s Youngjae Y/N” Youngjae spoke and you blinked.

“Well pass the message onto Yongguk for me, bye” You hung up the phone and rushed over to Yongguk.

“Are you really fighting fire with fire Jongup?” You snapped and Jongup turned to your anxious figure, keeping calm despite what shape you were currently in.

“Y/N as much as I don’t want to drag you into this, this is the life of a mafia you’re living now. All we know how to do is fight fire with fire” He responded and you took a step back from him as you looked at the weapons surrounding you, guns, knives, things you never knew the name of, it all surrounded you like four walls of danger.

“This is barbaric” You muttered and Jongup slowly puts the gun down, turning and approaching you with the same pace as you stared at the wall closest to you with wide eyes.

“This is how we have to protect what is ours Y/N” He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and getting a long wave of your shampoo rushing through his senses. Jongup took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he took in your scent. Slowly your arms came to rest on his shoulders, hugging him with a certain uncertainty in your movements. Jongup hummed and you found yourself looking into his opening eyes.

He smiled as his finger traced your jawline delicately, he continued to hum along to a song you didn’t recognise, putting a hand on your lower back and taking one of your hands from his shoulders, squeezing it as he looked down at you with a smile. Calmly, Jongup began taking small steps, the hand on your back pulling you with him and before you knew it you were staring at him in shock as he spun you around the weaponry room.

“Jongup this isn’t normal, we’re dancing in a weaponry room” You sent him a glance of worry and the smile on his lips only grew as his humming stopped so he could speak.

“You should know by now Y/N” With a final spin he dipped you down gracefully, following you with an intense eye contact.

“I’m far from normal my love” He leant forward and you shut your eyes when his soft lips pushed against yours, leaving you empty minded and unable to form words. Jongup brought you to stand straight again, not parting from your lips until you were squeezing his shoulder.

Jongup turned to the security cameras you had been yet to notice and a smirk fell into place as he saw who was pulling up and getting out of their car.

“They are here” He notified you and you followed to where Jongup had his eyes trained upon.

“We must greet the guests, it is common courtesy after all” Jongup continued, bringing his eyes back down on you and you nodded numbly as he quickly let you go, only taking your hand again as he pulled you out of the frightening room. Jongup locked the door behind you and you walked down the hall with him as the front door opened and the five men entered the house one by one.

The air was stiff and tense but Jongup ignored that as he simply nodded to the kitchen and they all silently walked in the direction he had demanded them to. You weren’t going to go with them but Jongup’s hand holding on to yours tightly forced you to stay in toe with him as he walked towards the kitchen as well. Everyone made themselves comfortable at the kitchen table and you kept your hands clasped on the cold wood in front of you nervously.

“It’s time for us to put an end to the Kim’s for once and for all. Daehyun I want you to do whatever it takes to get their main location and Zelo once he has done that I want you to go in and set up cameras and microphones wherever you can that they won’t be able to see. Youngjae I want you to look into the files of Jaeho and anyone that we find to be close to him. You two come with me” As quick as it started it had finished and you sat in shock as they all quickly dispersed as if this were a routine and they didn’t even need Jongup’s instructions.

“Yongguk we need to map out a proper attack and Himchan we need you to get as much gunpowder as possible, the more the better if we have too much we can store it for the next time. Oh Y/N” Jongup turned back just when you thought you had been forgotten about and you found yourself straightening up in your seat.

“There’s chocolate in the fridge if you want any” He smiled and you nodded, you weren’t expecting some sort of order from him.

“I’m taking your wife with me” Daehyun suddenly piped up and you looked at him with wide eyes as you awaited some sort of angered explosion from Jongup. You unconsciously closed your eyes as you waited for the burst of violently loud yelling to come from him but nothing came and you peeled your eyes open when you heard his surprisingly calm voice stop Yongguk from protesting.

“Daehyun we’ve just argued over this-”

“Her life is in your hands and yours is in mine Daehyun. Take the chocolate and go with them Y/N, and be safe” Jongup smiled your way and you found yourself nodding instead of protesting that you didn’t want to be part of this. Because the man you had known for so long was murdered by these people, you were angered beyond compare too.

The chocolate was taken and you put your shoes on just like you were told to do. Daehyun took the liberty of holding your wrist to show Jongup that he was keeping you under his watch and you left the house with the mess you had made in your room still sitting there waiting for you.

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The backseat was filled with wires, cameras and microphones and Zelo was among that no longer a cleanable mess. You sat next to Daehyun, who gripped the steering wheel to the car with a peculiar seriousness amongst the features of his face. The car was circling streets, from rundown buildings to the most expensive places you had ever seen, but Daehyun believed none of the places he had driven past was where Jaeho would appear. He was beginning to drive through busier places, losing ideas as the amount of fuel in the tank grew less and less and the minutes turned into hours where your chocolate had been long gone.

“There Daehyun there he is!” It was as some sort of wish had been granted, some sort of magic trick was done, because there Zelo was, pointing at the man they were after as he wandered the streets in a stride that had a rushed pace to it, but also showed he had all the time in the world on his hands. Daehyun slowed down, trying not to make it obvious that they were following the man as you gave him the up down with your eyes, he was shorter than you imagined, were there no tall mafia leaders?

“What do we do? Follow him until he goes home or something?” You asked as Daehun gave a firm nod.

“Precisely, now we have to find a way to be discrete” Daehyun took a park on the side of the street the moment he could find one, and you all watched as Jaeho rounded the corner of the block and disappeared from sight.

“So Y/N” Daehyun looked at you and before even looking at him you knew what he wanted you to do.

“Give me your number” You sighed, pulling out your phone and unlocking it with ease. Daehyun grinned as Zelo blinked at you, doing his best to muffle the shock he felt when you took no convincing. Daehyun put his number in your phone and gave it back immediately. He reversed out of the parking space and drove in the same direction you had all seen Jaeho go.

“I’ll call you when I see you getting close to him, stay out of hearing range from him but don’t let him get too far” Daehyun shoved his phone at you and you put your number in as quickly as possible.

“You’re seriously doing this?” Zelo finally spoke up and you stopped, hands just out of reach from giving Daehyun his phone back.

“And this is really YN? My what a beautiful lady you’re growing into, it feels like forever since I last saw you, darling, which means you had plenty of time to become even more beautiful than the last time I saw you” He had one of those smiles that made his eyes disappear, you had always owed so much to this man. But Mr Moon was one of the kindest people you had ever met in your life.

“Which is a good thing, because what I have for you is definitely for a beautiful young lady” Mr Moon continued after you and your father both bashfully thanked him for his compliments. Your eyes began to sparkle as you were presented with a small box, his calloused hand opened it for you and in there lay the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. Your family could never afford a necklace so delicate and shiny, it was fit for a queen and here it was being given to you.

“Mr Moon, I can’t accept this from you, I could never repay you-”

“It’s a gift Y/N. You never repay a gift” Mr Moon interrupted and you stared at him with awe.

“Thank you, Mr Moon” You finally smiled properly and Mr Moon removed the necklace from its box. You moved your hair and your father grinned when he saw the necklace resting on your collar bones.

“This is so you never forget, I am only one call away, whenever you need me I will be there” Mr Moon gave your shoulders a squeeze and you looked up at him with adoration.

“I’ll always remember”

Your hand automatically reached for the chain holding the small pendant, it hadn’t been taken off since that day three years ago and you had never forgotten. Your eyes met Zelo’s with defiance and you gripped your own phone with your other hand tightly as you stared him down.

“Mr Moon held importance to me as well. I have my own reasons to avenge him” You muttered with darkness sticking to your words before you quickly got out of the car. You slammed the door to the car shut behind you and Zelo stared out the window as you strut your way in the same direction as Jaeho was currently going.

“That kid is seriously on another level” Zelo gasped and Daehyun snorted.

“Oh please, we’re part of a mafia, she can’t be better than us”


I told you I would update soon! Ok, so maybe it wasn’t as soon as I wanted it to be, but this update is longer!

Let me know how you’re all going, I don’t hear from you guys often enough. Like seriously tell me who your bias is and why, what food are you craving? Are you human or from another planet? Let me know

Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k

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I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

(if u don’t know what a ‘sex dice’ is click here)

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Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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anonymous asked:

Number 1 please x

#1 - scoot over

“Scoot over.”

Robert looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at Aaron’s request. He was curled up in their armchair, new novel in hand and his pyjamas on, ever the picture of relaxation, Aaron’s slouchy outfit mirroring his own. “There’s a whole couch over there that’s empty,” he pointed out, gesturing at the other side of the room.

They were having a quiet evening. Work had been hectic, that week, and it was only Wednesday, and the weather was terrible, so it had felt like as good an excuse as any to settle in for the night and do nothing much at all, the two of them throwing together an altogether student-y dinner of cheesy pasta before they’d gotten into their comfy clothes, the heating on full blast, teas in hand.

It was the picture of domesticity, really, the kind of old married couple shenanigans that made Robert laugh, as he realised they’d gone from a steamy, illicit affair, to watching reruns of Grand Designs in their pyjamas.

He wouldn’t change it for the world, really.

Everything about them, their life now, it was more than Robert ever imagined he’d get out of life. The comfort, the feeling of belonging - it had been missing from his life for so long, he’d forgotten how it felt to truly feel at home.

And he did, feel at home, with Aaron, in the Mill, surrounded by their things, the life they were building together.

“I don’t want to sit on the couch,” Aaron shrugged, easing himself into the space between Robert, and the side of the armchair. His body was completely pressed against Robert’s, socked feet in Robert’s lap as he made himself comfortable, the familiar warmth of his body making Robert relax more than he already was.

“This chair isn’t mean for two people,” Robert said, shifting his weight slightly so he was giving Aaron a bit more room, wondering why on earth his husband had decided to half sit on top of him, at the wrong angle for the television, the couch better suited to whatever program Aaron was about to switch to, control in hand.

Aaron shrugged, flicking onto a program about a vet, barely hiding a grin as he watched a dog bounce on screen, craning his neck slightly to see a bit better. “I don’t care,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your book.”

Robert tried, he did.

He balanced his book on Aaron’s shins, eyes wandering over the page to find the place where he’d left off. It was decent, so far, a sci-fi novel the overly helpful sales assistant in Waterstones had recommended when he’d been in the week previous, but his focus was gone.

Marking his place, Robert set his book down on the coffee table, careful not to jostle Aaron and his cup of tea as he did so. Slinging an arm over Aaron’s legs, his husband sitting at an angle that made it easy for Robert to press his head to Aaron’s chest, cheek nestled against Aaron’s pyjama shirt, Robert spoke.

“What are we watching then?”

Aaron smiled, running an aimless hand through Robert’s hair, keeping him close. “Supervet,” he gestured at the screen. “Rebuilt a dog’s jaw, last week.”

“That’s cool,” Robert nodded, not bothering to say anything else. Just being near Aaron, being close to him like this, however awkward the position was for a bit of a Wednesday evening cuddle in front of the telly, it was good.

Nice, even.

Like it was all he’d ever really need to feel safe, and loved, and wanted.

And if Liv called them disgusting for sitting on top of each other in the armchair when she got in from Gabby’s, well, Robert couldn’t bring himself to care all that much, not when he had Aaron’s hand in his hair and his husband murmuring softly about how they should get a dog, really, make their family a bit bigger, now things had calmed down. 

Their family.

♡ CLOTHES 👗👔👕👖👟 useful vocab list

옷 - clothes
프라 - bra
팬티 - underwear (female & male)
파자마 - pyjamas
셔츠 - shirt
티셔츠 - teeshirt
원피스 - dress
치마 - skirt
양복 - suit
바지 - pants
반바지 - shorts
청바지 - jeans
재킷 - jacket
코트 - coat
산발 - shoes
구두 - heel
운동화 - sneakers
양말 - socks
모자 - hat
안경 - glasses
반지 -ring
귀걸이 - earrings
목걸리 - necklace
장갑 - gloves
넥타이 - necktie
한복 - hanbok, traditional clothing

VERBS👀
입다 - to wear (on your body)
신다 - to wear (on your foot)
쓰다 - to wear (on your head)
끼다 - to wear (on your hands)
벗다 - to take of (anything)

these verbs are usually conjugated in present progressive tense like in english (i’m wearing..~), so you would use the ending ~고 있어요

티셔츠를 입고 있어요
i’m wearing a teeshirt

if you just say “티셔츠를 입어요” (i wear tshirts) it would sound like a general statement.

Bad Dreams - Remus Lupin Imagine

Hi! This is the first imagine I have written. I hope you enjoy and feedback would be appreciated (if you want to!).

Warnings: (kind of) character death


James’ body hit the ground with a thud as Y/n Potter woke with a start, drenched in a cold sweat.

The nightmares, specifically those involving her twin’s death, had become a regular occurrence lately. Y/n had encountered that God-awful boggart lurking in the back of the quidditch changing rooms several weeks ago but she hadn’t been able to shake the image of James’ motionless figure from her mind since.

Hastily kicking back her quilt, y/n swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbing her wand,  and started for the door out of the dorm. She wrapped a blanket around herself as she made her way into the Hufflepuff common room.

On any other given day, the warmth of the room was a source of comfort and reassurance. On nights like this, it was suffocating and the moonlight streaming through the windows did nothing to soothe y/n’s nerves.

On nights like this, y/n’s comfort was found only with her brother’s safety.

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a beauty unfathomable

pairing: jaehyun x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1.205
about: a collection of moments in which jaehyun finds you to be the most beautiful girl in the world.

“beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” — kahlil gibran

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Christmas with the Malfoys

Notice: this is a long piece of writing, will take a while to read lmao!

Originally posted by freshprincesubs

Originally posted by bowties-are-yellow

You take Draco’s hand after he pulls your luggage off of the Hogwarts Express as the two of you look around at the sea of faces until you finally find Narcissa’s.

Draco’s parents had offered to let you stay at their house over the holidays because yours were visiting your brother in Sweden - he was staying there for a while before moving on to Egypt, where he’ll train dragons. Your parents were hesitant about leaving you, but considering you were nearly seventeen, they said the choice was yours between staying with Draco or at Hogwarts. Of course you chose Draco.

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Cuddling (Logicality)

Written quickly for my good friend @mylasagnaisraw because she read angst and wanted fluff, and nothing is better than sleepy cuddling Logicality. I hope you guys like this!!

Cuddling is a surprisingly nice activity, Logic has found. Calming. Relaxing. Peaceful. Warm and sweet. He liked it.

Luckily, Morality did too.

Before they had struck up a romantic relationship, Logan had never really had the opportunity to cuddle. There was simply no occasion! The only time he was ever cuddled was on the random opportunity that Roman would fall sleep with his head on Logic’s shoulder whilst they watched a Disney movie, for that boy was a natural cuddler. But that rarely happened, and Logan often moved away pretty quickly.

Anxiety had never hugged or cuddled him.

Morality had always been more comfortable around him, often giving him hugs or pats on the back, but proper cuddling still was a rare occurence.

And now they were dating, and Logic got to wake up most mornings in a large comfy bed, long legs tangled with his own, fingers intertwined, soft puffs of breath a warm rhythm against the back of his neck. He got to wake up with the warm feeling of arms looped around his waist, tugging him closer and tightening securely, pulling him against a soft body and keeping him safe and comfortable. He got to feel Patton’s head resting on his shoulder, soft hair tickling his neck, got to hear his sleepy mumbling. He was able to experience being hugged and cuddled and snuggled, Logic was allowed to feel loved and warm and protected whenever he wanted. That was a blessing. He was extremely lucky to have Morality.

And now, as Logan awoke cradled in his boyfriend’s arms, he was sure he had never felt so happy or content. Shifting slowly so he wouldn’t disturb the sleeping boy, he gently rolled over so he was facing Morality’s front. Logic shuffled closer and snuggled tighter, fingers idly playing with the hem of Patton’s pyjama shirt, feeling the comfortably warm skin beneath. He tucked himself further into Morality’s arms, pressing himself close to the sleeping trait’s chest and sighing happily. Patton’s arms tightened gently against Logic, sighing peacefully in his sleep. A rush of adoration shot through Logan as he gazed at his boyfriend’s face; his eyelashes were thick and cast soft shadows on his cheeks, the tiniest peaceful smile lingering on his lips, his faint freckles looking as adorable as ever. Logan couldn’t resist leaning up to press a kiss to Patton’s jaw, then his cheek, then a soft one to his lips. It was gentle and quick, sweet and love filled and innocent. It made Morality shift in his sleep, mumbling incoherently as his eyelids fluttered. Logan cuddled down further into the blankets, tucking his chin over Patton’s shoulder and humming contentedly as his boyfriend slowly woke up.

 After a minute a hand moved from Logan’s waist and clumsily reached up to gently stroke his hair. Logic flickered his gaze upwards, meeting Morality’s sleepy yet adoring gaze and smiling.

“G’morning love.” Patton yawned, pressing his face into Logan’s hair.

“Good morning.” Logic replied.

“Mmm. Do we have to get up?” Morality asked, sounding reluctant. Logan thought about it for a moment, but the idea of moving out of the warm bed and embrace of his boyfriend, of disrupting this peaceful moment, of ending the cuddling, was one he was not at all fond of.

“Well, we have nothing on. I suppose we could stay here for a bit longer.” Logan told him quietly.

“Great, I don’t wanna get up, I’m enjoying snuggling with you.” Patton noted casually, making a tiny blush and a pleased smile form on Logic’s face.

“I- I am enjoying this too.” 

“That’s good.”

“It’s nice. I like cuddling you.” Logic admitted, making Morality laugh quietly.

“I’m glad, I like cuddling you too. You’re adorable.” He cooed. Logan huffed and hid his face back in Patton’s shoulder, who continued hugging him with one arm and stroking his hair with the other. Logic couldn’t get the soft smile off his face though.

And maybe he didn’t need to. After all, this was his happy place. Snuggling peacefully with his boyfriend, happy and warm and content and comfortable.

Yes, Logan really loved cuddling.

The Dinner

Angst + Fluff /// Baekhyun’s mother has never liked you, not in the slightest. Tensions rise around the dinner table when his mother invites a guest over.

“She doesn’t like me,” you mumbled whilst resting your head on the window. The cold glass was somewhat mending the current throbbing in your head, but you knew it was no match bigger one would come along. 

“No way,” Baekhyun said. “She doesn’t know you enough, she needs time to get to know people.”

You turned to him, “It’s been two years.”

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“You’re hired.”

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite


Pairing - Dean X Reader. Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jody, Claire, Donna, Charlie, Alex, Bobby Singer, Mother (OFC)

Word Count - 1500

Warnings - Fluff.

Summary - Dean and Y/N’s wedding planning leads to the perfect wedding day?

A/N - Written as part of @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s week 3 hiatus challenge. Dialogue Prompt “could you be any louder.” Trope - Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas. both were used and I had so much fun writing this.


“Dean, no.” You groaned.

“Yes,”

“No”

“Yes,”

“Dean, no!” Your voice much louder than before.

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