singing out loud in his friend ears

Punk Rock John introduced himself to me at my first show. He said, “kid.. protect your teeth, do NOT lick the walls, and don’t piss off the crusty’s. If you get cut, let it bleed– you’ll be fine.” I was 15 years old, thinking about unzipping my veins. And while most 15 year olds would have done drugs or written a fucking poem, I went to shitty bars and basements and gave my best friends black eyes. For the first time in my life, I knew that when I fell, someone was gonna pick me up. That first mosh pit was not a quiet conversation about suicide, it was Punk Rock John telling me, “Hey asshole! Don’t kill yourself! Don’t waste your unscarred knuckles.” My rage bloomed. Why hate myself when I can hate parents, high school, the radio, record stores, magazines, corporations, yuppies, my parents, cops, rain, sunshine, beach days, phone books, and tiny FUCKING cupcakes? God damn, if that first day of punk didn’t sound like Buddy Holly played back, double time, distorted, compressed into four chords. The first time I saw Punk Rock John, he was halfway through a frontflip stage dive, and he landed directly on me. He picked me up, dusted me off, and threw me back in the pit. Punk Rock John was 6’4” had hands the size a kick drum, and he smelled like a 20-year rain. He was Noah. He was our shepherd. One time, I was getting ready to dropkick some metal kid when John got me in a headlock and said, “quit fucking around, Neil! You don’t know who this kid’s friends are, and I ain’t putting you out if they set you on fire.” John told us, “the church of punk rock was always open. If you wanna pray, just crank up the stereo until your ears bleed. If you wanna pray, just grab your brothers and sing! Sing out of tune, sing the wrong words- just sing! Loud!” But then some out-of-town skin dropped a guillotine knifeblade into John’s skull. The blood was pouring from his ears. He was dead before he hit the ground. John brought me into a world where I felt loved, and that world took him away. I buried my leather jacket, patched the holes in my jeans, and tried to pluck the chords like stitches from my chest.. but John still speaks to me. When the world is larger than I am, when my chest is a vice.. I put that needle on the record, I turn it up until I can’t hear shit, and I tell myself: as long as I have hands, I can break something. As long as we can breathe, we can sing. As long as I can remember, I will hear him– he says, “kid, you’ll be fine.
—  Punk Rock John, Neil Hilborn

GOT7 Hogwarts Moodboard AU Introductory Post

Choi Youngjae : Hufflepuff

Fourth Year | 9 1/2″ Chestnut, Dragon Heartstring, Unyielding | Member of the Frog Choir | Hedgehog (Patronus) | Muggleborn | Seer (special ability) | Herbology, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures (best subjects) | Im Jaebum & Park Jinyoung (crushes) | Mark Tuan & BamBam & Yugyeom (Best Friends)

  • Look up a picture of Choi Youngjae in the dictionary and you’ll find a picture of the sun. This boy is literal sunshine, okay?
  • He’s so soft it’s not even funny. Youngjae is that fluffy and cute little puppy with the floppy ears that won’t stand up straight and his head cocked to the side.
  • He’s basically the definition of cute.
  • Youngjae is VERY in tune with his house. He’s the most Hufflepufflely Huffle that’s ever Puffled.
  • If you’re looking for a swell guy who will always do the right thing, stand up for those who can’t, remain loyal to their friends, brave in the face of danger, and will bring you snacks in the middle of the night – look no further than Choi Youngjae.
  • His laugh will make you laugh. You’re just gonna be in a good mood around him, yeah?
  • His sunshine is infectious. There’s no running. No hiding. You can’t get away. Might as well sign your soul away at the door.
  • Don’t be surprised if you hear Youngjae singing around the halls, when he thinks he’s alone, when he’s being a little shit and singing over you so he can’t hear you, when he sees small animals, when he’s in the shower, and when he’s eating his favorite snacks.
  • And don’t you even dare complain because you would be BLESSED to be near this boy when he sings. It’s like a party in your ear. It’s a LOUD party…but still…..a PARTY. YOU’RE WELCOME.
  • You can often find him with a wide grin on his face. More often than not you can find him with his eyes crossed and his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he annoys the shit out of his friends who won’t touch him because they love him so god damn much.
  • He could get away with murder, is what I’m trying to say.
  • His relationship with Mark is very special. Mark either wants to kill him or he wants to cling to him like a koala bear. There’s no in between.
  • Jackson and Youngjae are in an eternal competition on who can annoy the shit out of the other the most. Youngjae is currently winning. Remember the eyes crossed and tongue out facial expression we discussed? This is usually directed at Jackson.
  • Yugyeom, Bammie, and Youngjae are literally the three muskateers. They’re gonna take over the world together. Youngjae is in charge of snacks.
  • His relationship with Jaebum and Jinyoung is the most precious thing in the world. However, it confuses him to no end. On the one hand, he loves seeing Jaebum and Jinyoung together. He thinks they’re perfect for one another. On the other hand, he’s a little in love with both of them. Okay so maybe a lot, but these are small details.
  • He feels awful for being in love with two people that are in love with each other. It’s very complicated. But when he’s with them he feels included somehow and he just can’t bring himself to say anything. He doesn’t want to ruin the dynamic they seem to have going.
  • It’s complicated.
  • Another thing that’s complicated? Youngjae’s ability. He’s a seer. And I’m not talking crystal ball, reading your tea leaves, and checking our your palm kind of seer. The last time Youngjae had a vision he had a seizure and was in the hospital wing for three days.
  • He has smaller visions that don’t affect him as much. They come more often than the big ones, thankfully. But he tends to be a little scatterbrained and tired after the little ones. The last time he had a big prophecy inscribing prophecy was in his second year. So he’s hoping he can make it through his fourth without too much incident.
  • He can’t say he likes or dislikes the fact that he’s a seer. It’s just a part of who he is. Every generation of his family has produced a seer, and this time it just happened to awaken in Youngjae. It is what it is.
  • But no, he can’t tell you what you’re going to have for breakfast tomorrow. So don’t ask, because not only will he not answer you but Jinyoung will show up out of nowhere and sass you to death. It’s not worth it.
  • Youngjae is a part of the Frog Choir and he loves it. The boy can sing.
  • When Youngjae wants to be alone, you can find him sitting in an old classroom, dusting off the grand piano in the corner and getting lost in it. He doesn’t mind if you find him and watch, but leave him alone. He’s in his own world and you aren’t anywhere near it.
  • Youngjae isn’t a member of the Silver Spears, but more often than not he stops by to drop snacks off. He might not be interested in the group activity, but he’ll still feed you.
  • Youngjae isn’t quite sure what he wants to do when he leaves Hogwarts. He’s torn between music and herbology. He is phenomenal with plants. He likes to spend a lot of time in the greenhouses, so check there first if you’re looking for him.
  • Why does Youngjae always have snacks? Because the House Elves love him. They give him armful of snacks every time they see him. He sneaks out into the kitchens sometimes to hang out with them…usually coming out with a stomachache a few hours later.
  • He’s a bit of a loner but he’s not hard to get along with, at all. You can make a friend out of Youngjae almost immediately upon meeting him. He’s just kind of introverted when you first notice him. Which is why him and Mark had such a blooming friendship. If Mark wants to chill in silence (so long as Youngjae isn’t in the mood to sing) you can usually find him hanging out with Youngae, both of them just listening to music.
  • Youngjae is a very bright wizard and can usually pass all of his exams no problem. He’s the kid that doesn’t go crazy over studying, but does a respectable amount in order to make a good passing grade. But he doesn’t go insane like Mark, Jinyoung, and Jaebum do.
  • You should know, for your own safety, you so much as damage one hair on this boy’s head and you are going to have six SUPER PISSED OFF WIZARDS ON YOUR ASS and there’s basically nothing for you to do but put your affairs in order.
  • I’m not kidding. Jaebum will fucking kill you.
  • Nobody will find your body.
  • Jinyoung will make you suffer.
  • Mark will make it painful.
  • Jackson can be pretty creative.
  • Bammie is sneaky AF and will take your ass down.
  • Yugyeom will fucking crush you. OK!?
  • Just keep in mind, Youngjae might be in Hufflepuff, but he is not defenseless.
  • On the outside, Youngjae can come off as basically super happy-go-lucky and sometimes even naive. He has an air of innocence around him that’s hard to ignore. However, don’t get it twisted.
  • Don’t ever take Youngjae for weak. He might be overly optimistic and prefer to look on the bright side - he has a very tough and resilient personality. He’s not always the most confident but he will never let you walk all over him.
  • Which is why his patronus is a hedgehog. So be warned - Youngjae CAN and WILL defend himself if he needs to. He is not your prey just because he’s cute.

Originally posted by ithadtobeyouforever

*pictures and gifs aren’t mine. i made the moodboard but the pictures i got off of tumblr and google. credit to their respective owners.

Heavenly Voice | Kim Jaehwan - Soulmate Series

genre: fluff

member: Kim Jaehwan

requested: no

a/n: because Jaehwan’s voice is that beautiful and I haven’t written anything about him. Also, I’m excited for Wanna One’s comeback today! Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to request!

summary: you were grateful that your soulmate was really good at singing because he sang too much.

soulmate au: singing voice - you can hear your soulmate’s voice in your mind when they’re singing.

soulmate series: Kang Daniel | Park Jihoon | Lee Daehwi | Kim Jaehwan | Ong Seongwoo | Park Woojin | Lai Guanlin | Yoon Jisung | Hwang Minhyun | Bae Jinyoung | Ha Sungwoon

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Shawn and y/n going to concert of ed

The crowd is going absolutely insane for Ed, and as much as you love concert crowds, you’re loving being up in a private box with just Shawn and some of his crew and friends. Shawn is behind you as Ed starts singing Thinking out Loud. Shawn wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head before rocking back and forth slowly to the beat of the song. 

Shawn is singing most of the song, right into your ear so you’re the only one who can hear him. You love hearing both Ed and Shawn at the same time. 

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way, mm
I know you will still love me the same

Shawn sings and then he says, “I know you’ll still love me the same.” And you can’t help yourself, you turn and kiss him. When you finally pull away, he looks down at you, not even caring that he’s missing a part of the concert, “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Shawn.” 

Could i request a story for taron, The reader and one going out somewhere and these guys are checking out reader and he gets jealous and protective over her?? If you’ve already written one like that, sorry. Thanks.
Can u do a Reader x Taron, where they’re both teasing each other all night while out with people all around& they’re doing different things secretly, and whoever can’t contain them self or be discreet enough and not moan or do anything like laugh about it or stop the other person , has to give them a strip tease at home. & maybe when they’re finally home they’re just ripping each other’s clothes off Could you add something in where while whatever’s going on that he is teasing the reader with, at one point she’s holding her breath, & he has to remind her to “breathe”

“What do you think?” you ask, twirling around in your short figure hugging dress as your boyfriend sits on the bed with his mouth hanging open in awe.

“I think we won’t be going anywhere if you keep doing that,” he replies with a smirk.

“Haha! Stop it, come on or we’ll be late.”

“We can be late, no one will know…” he whispers seductively as he gets up from the bed and slides his hands around your waist.

“Taron,” you moan, half in protest, half in pleasure as his lips connect with your neck and leave light kisses on your sensitive spot, “seriously, we’ve gotta go.” Taron pouts when he lifts his head away from you and you kiss his lips quickly to apologise before heading out of the bedroom to get your coat and shoes on. He follows you out a few seconds later then you both make your way to the bar you were meeting your friends at.

It was your best friend’s boyfriend’s birthday and a small group of you had arranged to meet up for drinks, then a big fat kebab on your way home to try and soak up some of the alcohol and pretend it would help your hangover. This was the standard evening with this particular group of friends, and Taron was more than happy to join in with the festivities, having now got to know the group quite well and slotting in with them seamlessly. When you get out of the cab at the bar, Taron links his fingers with yours and pulls you back into him before you walk inside to kiss your lips.

“What’s that for?” you smile as he leans back leaving you starry eyed.

“Being you,” he winks, “and because I can’t resist you in that dress.”

“Oh stop,” you giggle.

“Never,” he whispers as he leans in to your ear and nibbles your lobe quickly. You knew tonight was going to be a good one no matter what now, and when Taron was in one of these moods, he’d stop at nothing to excite you, even in public.

“Come on then,” you say, tugging on his hand as you walk towards the door to the bar.

“Wait, I’ve got an idea,” he smirks, biting his lower lip lightly as you take a couple of steps back towards him, “whoever gives in first owes the other a strip.”

“What?! Taron, we’re not doing this tonight!”

“Oh, yes we are,” he replies, running his free hand up your inner thigh. You gasp as he reaches your knickers, then stops and grins as you close your eyes and grab on to his arm tightly.

“Fuck, I love it when you’re like this,” you sigh as you open your eyes again.

You both eventually make your way inside to your waiting friends and the fun begins with a round of shots straight away. Soon enough you find yourself on the dance floor with the other women in the group, singing out loud to the cheesy nineties tunes that are being blasted across the bar. Two men approach your friends and you laugh as they try to chat them up as you carry on dancing, then a third suddenly appears behind you.

“Hey, cutie,” he says in your ear, moving his body almost completely against yours as you stop moving, “don’t you wanna dance with me?”

“I’d rather dance with my boyfriend, thanks,” you reply, stepping away from him and back towards the bar where Taron stands, his eyes narrowed at the man on the dance floor.

“You okay?” he asks as you reach him.

“Yeah, all good,” you smile, placing a hand on his chest softly. You get another drink and stand there sipping it as the girls join you all after their encounter with the guys, laughing about their awful attempts at chatting them up, but Taron keeps his eyes on the small group of men still watching you from the crowd. He places an arm around your shoulders protectively, pulling you against his side, and you look up at him with a small frown.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“He’s still eyeing you. Fucking creep,” he says, glancing down at you quickly, but then returning his gaze to the man looking directly at you, “I’m going to say something.”

“Taron, don’t. Leave it. Remember our deal tonight?” you ask, moving in front of him and pushing your hips in to his, “focus on that, huh?” He looks down at you as you push a little further in to him and a small smile creeps across his lips.

“I’m not going to crack, trust me,” he winks.

“Sure?” you ask, circling your hips slow enough to not be noticed by anyone around you. He blinks slowly, and his mouth opens a little at the feeling.

“Sure,” he breathes.

“Good,” you grin, moving back to your circle of friends. Another round of drinks appears on a tray in the middle of the group, then you spot a booth becoming available and rush over to grab it before anyone else gets there. You slide in first and Taron gets you between him and the wall, giving you a smirk as he sidles right up to you, then shoots a smug look to the guy who’s still following you around the room. This time he rolls his eyes and finally looks away, the message that you’re Taron’s now loud and clear as he drapes an arm around your shoulders again. You all start to chatter away around the table, talking about times when you were younger and the embarrassing stories start to come out, Taron now completely focused on the conversation as your turn comes around.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” your friend yells as another classic starts to play. The group shuffles out of the booth, leaving you and Taron alone, and within seconds his hand is on your thigh, creeping up underneath your dress and his fingers hooking underneath the side of your knickers. You take a sharp intake of breath as he reaches your folds, running his middle finger up and down them slowly as you stifle a moan.

“Hey, look at me,” he instructs, “breathe.”

You let out the breath and a small groan follows it as he dips his finger inside you then removes his hand and pops his digit into his mouth, licking off the juices.

“Wow, you didn’t even cave,” he smirks, “I’m impressed.”

“I think you underestimate me too much,” you wink, placing a hand firmly on his thigh. You get your jacket and place it over his lap to hide what you’re about to do, then lean in to his neck and kiss the spot right next to his mole as you palm him through his trousers.

“Fuck,” he hisses, eyes darting around him to make sure no one’s looking. Everyone’s too busy dancing and laughing drunkenly amongst themselves to even attempt to take notice of anything else. You unzip him and skilfully unhook his button with one hand, then get a hold of him properly, running your thumb around his tip.

“Ready to give up?” you whisper in his ear.

“Nah,” he sighs, knuckles turning white as he grips harder on the seat.

“Sure?” you ask, stroking him slowly.

“Fuck it. We’re going,” he says, moving your hand away, zipping himself up quickly and throwing your jacket to you as he starts to slide out of the booth.

“We can’t leave without saying bye!” you laugh as he gets hold of your arm and almost drags you out of the seat.

“Oh, we can,” he says seriously, walking so fast you have to do a small jog to keep up with him. The cab ride home seems agonisingly long and the tension in the back was almost unbearable as you had to keep your hands to yourself. As soon as you get back to Taron’s you both jump out and rush inside, hands pulling at each other’s clothes as soon as the front door slams shut.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you pant as he pulls your dress up over your head.

“What?” he asks impatiently, throwing your dress to one side.

“You owe me, remember? You gave in first…” you smirk.

“Nah, the deal is off now,” he says, gesturing to his erection straining through his trousers. You open your mouth to protest but he shuts you up by moving his lips against yours, then pushes you back on to the sofa. You should have known this was going to happen, Taron was never one to play fair when it came to this, but you lay beneath him enjoying every second of it, even if you didn’t get your strip tease.

Event: @i-am-negan-trash 2k Fic Exchange

Title: Savior’s Tavern

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

I was paired with @brexja!

“Bloody hell is this shit?” I muttered, lifting the invoice to get a better look at it.

An unnecessary purchase had been made, costing the bar five hundred dollars.

“Xherries Adult Gifts,” I read aloud.

Clicking my tongue as I rolled my eyes, I slammed the invoice down, “Damnit, Negan!”

Negan was a good friend of mine and I was the manager of his bar called Saviors Tavern.

I had heard about a stag party that he had been planning to throw for his friend Simon, and it seems I found an itemized list of the party favors.

Getting up, I decided to confront him, customers be damned. It wouldn’t be the first time people had seen us bitch each other out.

As soon as I opened the office door, loud, horrible singing assaulted my ears.

Shit… Karaoke night. Which meant that the bar area was packed.

Going down the corridor, the bathrooms already had lines, drunk college chicks waiting to fix their makeup.

It didn’t take me long to find Negan. He was stuck behind the bar, trying to keep up with the drink demands.

Feeling kind of bitchy, I decided to stay back and watch him sweat.

“Goddamnit Fat Tony! I thought I told you to go get KJ!?” he hollered over the roar of chatter.

I couldn’t help the snort as I choked on a laugh.

Negan’s head swung in my direction. He glared, “How about getting your sweet ass over here?”

“You have such a way with words,” I said, bending at the waist to go underneath the bar top.

Negan turned to the shelves of alcohol and reached for the top shelf vodka, “Bitch,”


“Slut,” he rebutted, grinning.

“You’re such a fuckin’ douche canoe, ya know that!?” I laughed.

He chuckled, leaning down with a shit eating grin on his face, “Yeah, but you love me,”

I smacked him with the invoice, “Yeah, well, instead of being a twat, maybe you should go visit Xherries Gifts and find you some love,”

“Aww, are you jealous that I didn’t get you a boyfriend who knows how fuck?”

Ohhhhhh, low blow even for a joke. He knew that I had just ended a six month relationship not too long ago.

“Can we get some beers here!?” a loud customer yelled.

Both of us turned our heads and spoke at the same time, “Shut up!”

“This isn’t over Negan!” I hissed, pointing at his face.

He laughed, filling a cup.

“Who’s ready for some goddamned drinks!?” I yelled, making the bar erupt with cheers.

I took a bunch of shot glasses, quickly stacking them into a pyramid.

Yanking the expensive vodka from Negan, I poured it into the top glass, over filling it so that it would leak into the other glasses.

I slammed the bottle down and took out a box of matches. Striking one, I carefully lit the alcohol, setting the liquid on fire.

Everyone yelled and cheered until the flames died down.

A few paid for the drinks, immediately drinking them and then went on their way. The bar area had cleared pretty quick.

“And that, you ass, is how you please a crowd.” I told him.

I spund around, grabbing a bar rag and cleaning up the sticky mess that others had made.

“KJ?” Negan called out.

“No, Negan. Not now,”

I heard him sigh, then get back to work.
Last call was made at 1:30, which was pretty early. The crowd had thinned out quite a bit for some odd reason, but I was thankful to finally get out of the bar early.

“KJ?” Negan called from behind the bar.

Scratching my forehead, I turned to him, “What Negan?”

He set out two shot glasses and poured some whiskey into them.

“Truce?” he asked.

I really didn’t have it in me to argue with him anymore.

“Truce,” I sighed, scuffing my shoes along the way.

I hopped up onto a bar stool and grabbed my shot glass. Negan came around the bar, taking his. We clinked our glasses together, throwing back the liquid.

I grimaced as it burned going down.

“Another?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No thanks. I’m driving home.”

Negan stared at his glass, his brow pinched, “Listen, about what I said earlier-”

“Negan, don’t, alright? Just don’t,” I whined.

“Goddamnit woman! Will you let me apologize!? It doesn’t happen every fuckin’ day ya know!”

My eyes widened at his out burst, “O-okay,”

Negan rolled his neck, popping it, “I was out of line. I’m sorry,”

Blinking, I felt shocked that he even bothered, “Um… thanks, Negan,”

He nodded, pouring him another shot and throwing it back.

“That difficult to apologize?” I laughed.

“You have no fuckin’ idea, Sweetheart,” he growled as the alcohol went down.

“Listen, I need to go,” I was about to get down from the stool, when Negan’s hand touched my waist.

“Wait KJ… I-”

I watched him, quite a few emotions flickering across his face. Raising a brow, I began to get impatient.

“Fuck it,” he said, gripping my hair as he leaned down and kissed me.

I gasped, fisting his white shirt in my hands. Naturally, I would have pushed him away, but there was something that told me not to.

When he pulled back, I licked my lips and bit down on them out of nervous habit.

“Negan, we shouldn’t,” I whispered.

He ran the pad of thumb over my swollen bottom lip, “Why not?”

“For one, we work together,”

“Not a good enough reason,”

“How about, I don’t want to?” It was a weak argument at best. I did want him… bad.

Taking his hands, he ran them down my arms and over my breasts.

“I call bullshit. Your body is already responding to me,”

I squeezed my thighs together.

Damn him for being in tune with me!

He cleared his throat and stepped back about a foot from me, “If you really don’t want to, we won’t. You know I’m not like that,”

“I know you’re not…” I said, tracing the lines on my palm.

Gripping my chin, Negan tilted my face up to his, “What’s it gonna be, Sweetheart? I’m gettin’ a case of blue balls here,”

I snorted. True Negan fashion.

I looped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugged him to me, “Yes.”

The air changed, becoming electrified. Negan pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side.

He then unbuttoned my jeans, pulling off my shoes, socks and pants.

I sat there in my underwear, shivering with want.

“Hate to say it KJ, but I’m about to ruin this set,”

I raised a brow, waiting.

He yanked down the straps of my bra, snapping them with ease. The delicate lace that covered me, fell down my breasts, exposing them to the cold air of the bar.

Quickly, he ripped my panties from my body, then finished ripping my bra in two.

My chest heaved, my eyes closing as I waited for his next move.

Negan’s long fingers ran across my chest above my breasts, to my back where he stood behind me.

He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck and his next words set me on fire.

“I’m goin’ to pet that pussy and treat her like a lady,”

My hips rolled on the bar stool as I ached for some sort of friction.

Starting at my knees, Negan dragged his hands up my thighs, were he pulled them apart, exposing me.

I held onto his waist, ready for his touch as he continued to talk dirty to me.

“I bet that pussy is wet,” he whispered.

I swallowed, my body shaking even more.

Slowly, he ran his hand down my torso, stomach and to my mound.

He purred in my ear as he cupped me, but not fully touching me, “Damp,” he said.

It took all I had not to clench my legs together at his touch.

“Keep those legs open, Sweetheart,” he said, his middle finger running along the outside of my lower lips.

“Christ Negan,”

He chuckled, dipping his finger into me.

I moaned, squeezing his hips.

He groaned, nipping my neck while he dragged his finger through my wetness and circled my clit.

“Like a goddamn river,”

I rolled my hips, turning my face into his neck as he went knuckle deep in my entrance.

“Oh my god!” I cried out.

Negan came around me, letting me lean back against the bar. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but I was curious as to what he’d do next.

When he knelt between my legs, I knew I was in for some teasing.

I watched as he spread my lips and leaned in, the tip of his tongue circling my clit lazily.

My stomach muscles spasmed, making me jump slightly.

Negan laughed, his breath hot on me. Going back in for more, he flattened his tongue, licking me several times before dipping the tip of his tongue in my entrance.

He curled the tip, and the sensation made me slap a hand over my mouth as I squealed loudly.

With one last lick and a quick slurp, Negan stood and unbuckled his jeans. He released his hard length, stroking himself as he stood between my legs.

Negan was panting as he teased my aching core with the head of his hardness. We both hissed as our juices made the friction silky.

I watched as he rocked his hips, the seeping head appearing and disappearing between my folds.

He was holding back, but the sweat had begun to bead at his hairline.

Having mercy, I lifted my hips when he pulled back, letting the tip slide down to my entrance.

Negan was so focused on not coming, that he groaned as he sank into me, not expecting to be enveloped by heat.

“Fuckin’… shit,” he panted, “Gimmie a minute Sweetheart. You’re tight as hell,”

I sat up slightly, grabbing the end of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Licking my lips, I ran my hands through the hair that covered his long torso.

Even down to his happy trail. I took hold of the base of him, wrapping my legs around and gently pulled him into me until he was buried to the hilt.

We rolled our hips, his tight, dark curls rubbing deliciously against my cit.

As he pulled out, he bent at the waist, taking a breast in his hand. While staring up at me, he flicked and licked at at my hardened nipple before carefully running his teeth over the flesh.

My fingers tightened in his chest hair, holding on as I moaned.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I groaned, my accent becoming thicker.

Negan growled, gripping my chin firmly as he sealed his lips over mine in a rough kiss. His hand circled my neck, not squeezing, but holding me still as he started to snap his hips.

Our skin slapped, the combined juices from our body making wet, slippery sounds the faster he moved.

I could feel the tightness begin to coil as I started to come. Only when I voiced that I was, did Negan apply a slight pressure to my throat.

My eyes slammed shut as I held on, feeling him lose his rhythm while he fell off the edge as well.

Negan leaned, his hand resting on the bar with his face buried in my shoulder as he lazily rolled his hips.

“Fuckin’… fuck!” he panted.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I giggled.

He laughed, pushing his torso up and holding my hips, “Think you can go again?”

I gaped at him, “Already?! Jesus Negan!”

“C'mon, you know you want more,”

Cheeky shit was right, but damn, let a woman gain some feeling back in her legs!

“You are a cocky bastard, you know that!?”

Negan licked his lips, “I do love it when you talk dirty, baby!”

I don’t know where in the bloody hell it came from or what was in that whiskey, but we went at it like fuckin’ rabbits all night.

We even slept through the morning, not waking up until after two o'clock in the afternoon.

Negan was laid out on the couch, his hardness standing at attention. He watched as I scrambled to find some of my extra clothes.

I was stumbling around to say the least, extremely saddle sore.

“No! Uh huh!” I said, holding a hand out to him, “There’s no way I can go again!”

He sat up and stalked over to me, his signature shit eating grin plastered on his face.

I yanked up my yoga capris before he reached me, but I was still topless.

“What’s the matter KJ?” He asked, kissing my neck.

I moaned, then hissed when I felt him nip at a tender spot on my neck.

I slapped his bare ass, laughing, “You’ve littered me with hickies, fucked me raw, okay! You have officially ruined me,”

He laugh was deep and sensual, “Good to know baby,”

Cupping my cheek, Negan kissed me as his other hand went to my breast, gently fondling the soft flesh.

I couldn’t resist the moan that left me.

It was then we heard a loud crash and a couple screams that broke our little love fest.

“What the hell!?”

We looked at each other and threw on the rest of our clothes. Negan grabbed his trusty barbed wire bat, while I took my nine millimeter.

We ran out into the bar area, finding two of our waitresses were fighting a ragged looking man.

He was clawing at them, a disgusting gurgle leaving his mouth. He was covered in blood and smelt awful.

I raised my gun, but found it hard to get a decent aim with the girls trying to keep him away.

“I can’t get a shot!” I shouted.

Negan ran over and quickly knocked the man upside the head making him fall to the ground.

The women ran behind the bar, clutching each other.

“What the hell was that!?” I demanded from them.

“He attacked Heather, look!” Linda cried.

I looked at Heather’s arm and flinched at sight of bone. She was deathly pale and sweating profusely.

“Go sit down in a booth and we’ll call the cops and an ambulance,” Negan instructed.

Linda and Heather cried out, pointing at Negan.

I spun around, finding the foul man standing, the whole left part of his jaw hanging on by a mere tendon.

He lunged towards Negan.

I raised my gun and took the shot, hitting him square in the head.

The man, now silent, stumbled back briefly, falling out onto the floor.

“What the shit!?” Negan shouted, blood splatter on his cheek.

My eyes were wide, my chest heaving. I had just shot a man… in the head.


I could hear Negan call out to me, but my stare was focused solely on the man.


I jumped, then looked at the gun in my hand, “He… he was going-”

“Shhhh,” Negan soothed, running his fingers through my hair.

“I… I’m sorry,” The dam broke and tears blurred my vision.

I had just killed a man.

“KJ, c'mon baby, don’t,” Negan pulled me into his embrace.

I fisted his shirt, trying to take deep breaths. I felt like I was going to pass out as I began to hyperventilate.

So much for the afterglow.


Bad Boy.

Originally posted by checkpointforpilots

REQUEST: Minho is the typical bad boy, Y/N is the good girl. Same year, same class, same neighbourhood. Minho always teases Y/N in school but she secretly likes him but is sick and tired of his constant teasing. One day, Minho played a practical joke on Y/N and embarrasses her in front of the whole grade during lunch. After yelling at him and leaving, he goes after her and finds her in the school garden and Y/N tells him how she feels and yeah

FANDOM: Minho [The Maze Runner AU]


TAGS: bullying, swearing, prank

I never knew my window was open. The thing about opened windows was that you were exposed to the outdoors where everyone could see you, hear you, possibly smell your B.O which could happen if you haven’t showered in a month. It was the afternoon and I finished up the last of my study notes for my upcoming chemistry exam. I needed a break and it started off by inserting the chord of the loud speaker and playing a pop song.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any singing voice headcanons for the Space Family


Allura- One of the best in the Space Fam™, she was trained since she was a smol beb in Altea because the arts were highly regarded. She is a soprano. Singing helps her with her homesickness. She likes to sing quietly to herself when she is sad, and sometimes to the mice.

Coran- Like Allura, he was trained since he was a wee one. He has the most mature of them all because… lets just say… age=experience ((((NO SHADE CORAN)))). he is a tenor. He tends to sing when he is working around the castle.

Lance- Can’t sing for shit (((SORRY BEB)))). Lets just say he tries…. very hard. (Everyone thinks he sounds like a cat who is getting his tail pulled, but they dont have the heart to tell him, even Keith wow hes nice??? to lance//??????/ JkJKJKjk)

Keith- Not too shabby my friend… His singing doesnt make ur ears bleed thats for sure. He doesnt like to sing out loud, because he gets easily embarrassed, instead he tends to hum.

Pidge- YASSSSSSS SLAYYYYY MEEEEEEE. A really bad ass alto, which caught everyone off guard. Sometimes when they are working on something tedious, they will listen to music with headphones in and sing to the music.

Hunk- Has a very full and comforting voice (i hope that makes sense lol). He is a bass. He actually knows how to sing, because up until he joined the garrison, he took voice lessons.

Shiro- Though he might be good at many things, singing may not be one of those things. It is not that he is bad, per se, he just needs to be a little less tone deaf…? A+ for the good ol Space Dad™ try.

why-no-pants  asked:

Your headcanons for Darry were lovely and now your girl is back slithering into your asks to request some Steve headcanons ;) bless ur soul my friend

-Has candy bar wrapper all strewn throughout his car
-Wears the same 2 pairs of jeans over and ever again
-He’s always either talking too loud or too quiet
-Sings classic rock songs at the top of his lungs in the shower
-Before he fell in love with cars, he played the drums a lot and was really good
-Doesn’t get a whole lot of sleep
-Owns at least 20 pairs of sneakers but just ears the same old, worn out pair he’s had for year’s

Caught in a Lie pt.5

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part seven |

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word Count: 2,797

Plot: Park Jimin is a rich man and you just happen to be his maid. But a maid isn’t what he’s really looking for. (Based off of Lie)

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

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Needle And A Thread

shawn mendes x reader

prompt: you’re a celebrity and friends with shawn. After a series of unfortunate events, you find yourself locked on Shawn’s balcony alone. With him, a guitar, a fire, and your feelings

Today was the day that Shawn was throwing his incredibly popular celebrity parties. Shawn would invite almost every single celebrity to his extremely exquisite, luxury penthouse in L.A. We would laugh, sing, dance, and hang out like normal friends would.

I walked through the door and I immediately felt the bass of the incredibly loud music thumping in my ears. Tons of recognizable people dance around me. I was then greeted by one of my best friends, Hailee Steinfield.

“Y/N! It’s been so long, I missed you!” Hailee beamed, engulfing me in a hug

“Haiz! You look great!” I giggled. “So who’s here?” I asked

“Taylor Swift, Fifth Harmony, Justin Bieber, Bella Thorne, Gregg Sulkin, Ariana Grande, Demi Lovato, Miley Cyrus, One Direction, Zendaya, Selena Gomez, Nick Jonas, DNCE, Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, Cara Delevigne-“

“Okay Hailee. I get it. There are lots of people here” I chuckled

“Well you were the one who asked!“ Hailee laughed

“Whatever. Anyway, what’s new with you?” I asked

“Nothing really, we just started filming ‘Pitch Perfect 3’ a few weeks ago, so that’s fun”

“Aww, that’s so cool. I just started recording my 3rd album”

"That’s awesome! But I wanna talk about something else” Hailee smirked while wiggling her eyebrows

“Okay… What do you wanna talk about?” I questioned

“Let’s talk about Shawn” Hailee beamed

I immideately blushed, “Haiz, you already know that I have the biggest crush on him. What else do you need to know” I nervously giggled  

“I just wanted to make sure that you still like him because you guys are definitely my OTP”

“Do you wanna go dance” I suggested trying to change the subject as ‘Same Old Love’ by Selena Gomez started playing

“Sure” Hailee agreed while dragging me to the dance floor

Hailee and I danced like no one was watching, even though everyone was. I guess you could say that we were on everybody’s Snapchat stories that night. As we were dancing, I noticed that a certain black haired girl came to dance with us. I noticed who it was and immediately squealed.

“Selena! I’ve missed you so much! How have you been?” I asked going in for a hug

Selena giggled, “I’ve been great girl! How are you and Shawn?”

My smile immediately dropped. Why did she ask about Shawn and I? “Um… Shawn and I aren’t a thing?” I replied

“Oh,” Selena looked confused, “It’s just that Hailee told me-“ Selena was cut off

“-Nothing! I told her nothing” Hailee yelled from behind me

“Well you obviously told her something” I answered

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Selena’s just…..drunk!” Hailee hesitated

“What- I am not drunk!” Selena retaliated

“Oh! I think I just heard Taylor calling your name! Bye Sel!” Hailee waved whilst pushing Selena towards the direction of Taylor. That was odd. After that weird encounter the night seemed to calm down a bit. Everyone was just sitting in the kitchen and living room talking and laughing. It was fun, we all felt like we were kids again. None of us saw each other as, just regular people.

“Hey! Do you guys think it’s time for the fire pit jam sessions!!!” We heard Dinah Jane from Fifth Harmony yell. Tons of people started yelling, expressing their agreement. Fire pit jam sessions is what Shawn would do at all of his parties. We would all go out to the balcony and sit around and sing songs together. Shawn’s balcony was beautiful. It was surrounded by couches that were attached to the edges and in the middle was a beautiful fire pit that could be used for any occasion. The view from the balcony was breathtaking. The city lights resembled stars in the midnight sky and it felt like you were looking at space through a telescope. 

I noticed Shawn taking his guitar outside as everyone else went to go throw out their drinks. My friends and I don’t drink so we were heading straight for the balcony. Right when I opened up the door to the  balcony I felt a hand push me into the balcony and lock the door behind me. I fell to the ground and was extremely confused. I turned to look at the glass door and noticed Hailee, Selena, Dinah, Normani, Lauren, Ally, and Zendaya all smiling and waving at me. I started banging on the door telling them to open up. I was immediately stopped when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Are you okay?” A voice chuckled. It was Shawn. Oh my god it was Shawn. I didn’t turn around because I knew that I would be even more embarrassed than I already was.

“Yeah I’m fine” I spoke in a shaky breath. I glared at my friends through the glass as they were all watching the ordeal in curiosity.

“You can come sit down if you want, I don’t bite” Shawn laughed. Gosh. Shawn’s laugh was the most beautiful thing ever. I slowly turned around and began walking towards Shawn. He was getting his acoustic guitar ready for the jam session.

“Why are you walking so slow? You act like I’m gonna try to murder you” Shawn joked. I noticed my slow pace and then began to walk at a normal pace. I sat down on the couch on the right side of Shawn. He looked around and then looked back at me.

“Where is everyone?” He asked

“Probably putting their drinks away?” I answered. I had no idea what was going on and I had no idea why my friends had done this. Shawn nodded his head. After a while of him tuning his guitar, he started to play a really nice tune.

“Wow. That sounds beautiful Shawn” I commented, absolutely breathless.

“Really? It’s something from my new album” He blushed

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the guitar but I haven’t found anyone to teach me yet” I smiled

“I can teach you” Shawn replied nonchalantly

“Really?” I asked in shock

“Of course, you’re one of my best friends” Shawn smiled

“Do you think you can teach me something right now?” I inquired

“What do you wanna learn?” He asked whilst raising his eyebrow

“I wanna learn the bridge to Stitches” I answered

“Alright” Shawn agreed.

I moved to sit next to Shawn and he placed the guitar on my lap as he started to teach me.

“Here?” I asked placing my fingers on a whole different spot on the frets. Shawn and I have been playing this game for a while now. He would tell me where the notes were and I would place my fingers in a totally different spot. It was quite entertaining

“No Y/N, you know where you’re supposed to place your hands. How do I even put up with you anymore?” Shawn giggled. Oh my goodness. I’ve never heard Shawn giggle before and it was beyond the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Okay. Enough of that. I think you’ve got it down let’s try to put it together and sing along.” Shawn suggested

I started to move my hands across the frets, playing the melody. Shawn and I then started to sing together

“Needle and a thread

Gotta get you out of my head

Needle and a thread

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and a thread

Gotta get you out of my head

Needle and a thread

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out of my head

Needle and a thread

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out of my head

Get you out of my head”

“Wow Y/N! That was great, you’re a really fast learner” Shawn was clearly impressed with me. I started blushing

“Only because you’re an even better guitar teacher” I giggled. Shawn pulled me into a hug. Shawn smelt so nice, and he was so cute. I’m surprised that I haven’t started crying just thinking about his beauty. Oh my god, why am I so weird? Shawn and I pulled away but before he could let go of me I noticed something on his face.

“Oh my god Shawn, you have glitter on your cheek” I laughed.

“Can you please get it off of my face?” Shawn laughed back.

I straddled his lap and picked the glitter off of his face and then turned to look him in the eyes. I suddenly realized how close we were. His arms were still around my waist and our faces were only centimetres apart. Before I knew it, our lips were touching and my arms were around his neck. Shawn’s lips were as soft as cotton candy and they tasted like strawberries dipped in chocolate. I was absolutely melting in his arms. Shawn and I pulled away and stared at each other in silence.

“I’m so sorry” Shawn spoke, breaking the silence.

“Sorry for what?” My mind was racing. Did he not like me? Did I just ruin our friendship?

“I’m sorry for not telling you that I liked you” Shawn smiled

“Oh my gosh. That’s great I thought you were going to reject me. I like you too Shawn” I sighed in relief.

“But I really do like you. You’re incredibly smart, lyrically gifted, and you have a magnificent personality. You truly are a magnificent human being, inside and out, flaws and all.” Shawn admitted. I was in a complete daze. Everything that Shawn had just said was absolutely marvellous.

“Wow, that was so beautiful and poetic” I giggled. I was blushing so hard right now.

“Shawn, you are the most handsome man that I have ever laid my eyes on. You are an incredibly sweet gentleman and your smile lights up my whole world. Your giggle is pretty cute too” I beamed

“That was so sweet Y/N. I’m guessing we’re dating now?” Shawn raised his eyebrow

“If you want to” I answered

“Well, I was actually just about to ask you out on a date to that Italian restaurant that you always wanted to go to, and yes we are a thing now” Shawn replied

“Great. I’m glad to call you my boyfriend and I would love to go on that date with you” I smiled

“Good. I’m also glad to call you my girlfriend.

“Finally!” A voice yelled. I heard the balcony door unlock and everyone started to pour into the balcony.

“You’ve been pining after her for way too long dude” Nick Jonas commented. I got off of Shawn’s lap and sat down right beside him.

“That was the cutest thing that I have ever seen in my entire life” Lauren Jauregui commented

“And that was all thanks to Hailee” Zendaya added

“What do you mean?” I asked in curiosity

“Well I may or may not have been planning to lock you two on the balcony until you finally confessed your love for each other” Hailee giggled

“Thank you for that Haiz” I smiled

“Anything for my best friend” Hailee laughed sitting down next to me. Everyone started settling down and the jam session soon started.

Maybe I should go to parties more often.

A/N: Wow that was incredibly cheesy :/


anonymous asked:

Can you do a Johnny x Ash fic where Johnny is spending the night at Ash's place and there's a thunderstorm which terrifies Ash to where she shivers and sobs under the covers, and Johnny decides to get in bed with her and comfort her by singing her 'Telescope' by Starset? (Or a song you think is better than that one?)

I hope you don’t mind, but I flipped the roles of the prompt. I just imagine Ash to be too tough to be shaken by a storm, but not Johnny, lol.

I also kept it rather platonic than romantic.

She’s still not use to the sounds of someone else in her apartment, but that’s probably for the best in this situation. The thunder didn’t so much as stir her, but the rustling of someone else in the living room had her up in just a few moments, staggering out of bed to investigate.

Ash remembers that Johnny’s here, staying overnight when a storm got too bad for him to leave, so her worries about an intruder slip away with her exhaustion as she can hear more noise under the rain on the rooftop.

In the living room, the couch is empty except for a mess of blankets and pillows. Some of the cushions are on the floor or against a wall and a chair is tipped over in the corner.

The room is only lit by the streetlights outside but a clash of thunder sends a figure by the couch jumping up and shaking.

“Johnny?” Ash calls out. Clearly, something is not right and she can’t see what. He doesn’t answer though, but she can make out his shadow, quivering in a ball. She steps forward but he doesn’t seem to notice her at all. “Johnny!” She calls again, louder, and his eyes snap to hers. “What’s wrong?”

She’s not sure if Johnny can’t answer or won’t, but he doesn’t. He just holds his knees and shakes. Ash is practically at eye level with him sitting on the ground, but she crouches down beside him.

A bolt of lightning allows her to see, just briefly, her friend’s wet fur and open mouth, as if he were panting. Seconds later, a crash of thunder sends Johnny jolting and shaking violently.


Ash reaches out quickly. “Johnny,” she tries to be calm and soft, but she has to be heard over the storm. “It’s okay! It’s just rain!”

Johnny nods his head, but doesn’t stop shaking. Ash gives a hug as best she can, her arms barely covering his chest rather than encircling him. She can’t even properly comfort her friend.

At least not physically. Maybe vocally though. Johnny likes music as much as she does, maybe he finds it as comforting too.

“I see you watching over me across the sky.” Ash sings, softly at first, but the storm drowns out her voice. “Overcoming, projected on my eyes eternally I find you in the night,” she’s louder than the rain and hopes that is distracting.

She reaches up to rub Johnny’s shoulder, his fur is thick and coarse beneath her hands. “Far from the sun, where no one knows, I’ve watched you from my telescope,” his panting calms to heavy breathing.

Lightning flashes outside and Ash starts shouting the song to be heard over the following thunder. “I will travel the distance in your eyes! Interstellar, light years from you!” Johnny jumps at the thunder, but Ash just gets louder. “Supernova we’ll fuse when we collide!”

Johnny’s violent shaking becomes subtle shivers; his heavy breathing subsides into shaky breaths and soft crying. Ash nearly cries with him. She feels so helpless watching her friend fall apart beside her.

“I will travel the distance in your eyes,” she sings, loud enough to be heard but not shouting anymore. “Interstellar, light years from you,” she reaches up with the sleeve of her pajama shirt to wipe away his tears and then her own eyes. “Supernova we’ll fuse when we collide.” Ash reaches for the blanket on the couch and drapes it over the two of them on the floor. She leans against Johnny, rubbing his arm.

His breath evens out and Ash leans her head against his shoulder, close enough to his ear to finish softly and still be heard: “Awaking in the light…of all the stars aligned.”

I was hanging out with my friends today when suddenly this guy ran behind me screaming ‘NO, SHUT UP! I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY BUT SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH ABOUT ALL THE OTHERS MAN!’ and his friends were like ‘come back man’ and he came back but as soon as they started talking about IW again he put his hands over his ears and started singing really loud so I guess he hasn’t seen the movie yet but if that’s not a mood then I don’t know what it is


Imagine: Steve Rogers and Winter Soldier are babysitting your child

Request from:  Anonymous

“I’m telling you, you’re doing this in a wrong way, Steve” Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.

Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk.
The problem was the liquid was cold.
Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve’s hand.
“Give it to me. He’s going to be sick if you’ll feed him with a cold milk!” brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. “It shall has a room temperature.”

Steve grinned, looking at his friend.
“I didn’t know you know that much about children” he pointed out, smirking.

Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger.
“Nah. It’s just an instinct..” he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.

Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve’s fingers.
Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.

When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy’s back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink.
Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch.
Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down - little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths.
“Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!” Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.


Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry.
Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby’s bedroom.
Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks.
Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms.
“Hey, baby boy..” he whispered in a soft voice of his. “Why are you crying?” Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy.
Bucky couldn’t help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.

Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back.
“That was incredibly sweet.”

It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend’s eyes.
However he only nodded, smiling too.
“I’ve been telling you. It’s nothing more but instinct” brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve’s side before he left the room.

Author: Beast

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neighbor!luke who lives in the apartment room next door to yours and constantly practices guitar at ungodly hours of night and invites over his loud as fuck friends who honestly share no concern about the ear drums of other tenants and you have to constantly go over to his door and knock as loud as possible to get him to stop since being polite didn’t work the first time but little do you know that he does it to just get a laugh out of hearing you bang the wall and yell “shut up, luke!” at him and little do you know that he’s currently learning the song he kept hearing you sing and call your favorite thru the thin walls on his guitar so maybe you’ll hear him playing and come over to bang something else other than the wall


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CHAPTER 3 | park jimin

“What if you accidentally fall in love?”

JEON JUNGKOOK: Full-time Student, Part-Time Heartwrecker

When Jungkook is hired to break up the relationship of Taehyung’s childhood best friend, he finds the presence of overwhelmingly attractive Park Jimin a bit more distracting than he could ever expect it to be…

ch. 1 + full summary | ch.2 |

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thanks to @gracefulweather​ for being my BAEta~

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook asked, still confused.

“That’s my friend,” Taehyung said, now discreetly pointing. “That’s Park Jimin.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized.

‘You’re just as good at singing as you are ugly’ was what Jimin’s girlfriend had apparently said. The way it was phrased had Jungkook thinking in the wrong direction.

“Does he sound like a dying cat or something?” Jungkook muttered out loud, before he could stop himself.

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SHINee's reaction when he finds out that you use their songs as lullabies.

Well is my second SHINee reaction and as well as first I hope you will like it. If you haven’t seen last announcement yet please go down (or use this link) and read - it might be interesting for you.
Prehistory: he comes home and finds you (his friend) sleeping in your room with headphones in your ears and he takes your phone to check out your playlist. Then he sees that it’s called “lullabies” and contains a lot of their songs.

*takes out headphones and starts singing to you by himself*

*but does it too loud and wakes you up*
Sorry, jagi… I didn’t wanted to disturb you…

*he finds it cute but he needs to wake you up so he’s a bit sad about it*

You know, if you wanted to hear me singing you could just ask.

Is sh/e really sleeps in headphones? Isn’t it bad for health? At least I want too know what is s/he listening to.

/after he saw your playlist and found out that almost 70% of it is filled with their songs/  You can continue now - I think I don’t mind.

*he doesn’t say anything to you but mentions it in conversation with other members* Did you knew that Y/N uses our songs to fall asleep?

Aww~ This is so~ cute *can’t resist*


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