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An Audio Book Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Author’s Note: I have be in the surge of writing fan-fictions now because of the love you leave at my first Zach x reader fic. Oh my god! I’m so happy that I’m going to shred tears now. Anyways, new piece, I enjoyed writing it so I hope you do when you read it. Any form of feedback and REQUESTS are appreciated.

Word Count: 1165


Zach’s Point of View

 I rushed immediately at her room since her mother allowed me to do so. Mrs. Y/L/N trusted me so much that I couldn’t do anything to break that.

I tiptoed towards her room to surprise her. I did bring some of her favorite chocolates and gummy worms. When I hear a man’s voice over her room

“I know it’s wrong, but … but I can’t do this without you. You need to trust me that this is going worth it and it will be our secret. No one will find out. Trust me. I love you.”

What. The. Hell.

I immediately found my way back towards their living room and waved Mrs. Y/L/N goodbye.

“Wait, darling you just went upstairs and your leaving?” Y/N’s mom blurted out.

“I have to go, since my parents will be late at work and my sister is alone … at the house and they just texted me like right now.” I made my explanation to her, I don’t want to tell her what I’ve heard, I can’t even believe what I’ve heard.

“Okay. –“ she replies.

“Uhm .. please don’t tell Y/N that I dropped by, Mrs. Y/L/N?” I smiled at her.

“Yeah, sure darling, take care.” She said as I found my way to the door.


Y/N’s Point of View

“Mom?” you called.

“Yes?” she replied.

“I think, I’ve heard Zach’s voice?” you inquired.

“No, honey, Zachary was not here.” She answered.

Then I made myself settle in my bed, “You and I tonight, I will not sleep to finish you.” You pressed play.


Mornings are hard for you especially when something preoccupied you last night. You can smell in the kitchen the perfect harmony of bacons and pancakes. You smiled as soon as you saw your mother in the counter.

“Hey, morning.” You greeted her.

“Glad you’re up, sunshine.” Your mom responded.

“Yes, because I don’t have the chance to choose whether to lay back in my bed and school.” She giggled in my sentiment.

You’re glancing at my phone, Zach haven’t dropped any messages since last night. It made you wonder what was wrong or what you made wrong.

You decided to text him first.

You: Good morning, Z. Is there any chance that you’re going to fetch the princess?

You smiled as you sent the message. Five minutes later no response.

You: Did you broke your phone? Or happen to lost it? Anyways, I’ll be riding with Tony on the way to school. You immediately sent it.

You: Something wrong Zachary? You didn’t even bother to pick up my calls and responded to my messages. I’m worried.

You inhaled and exhaled as you make your way to Tony’s Mustang passenger side. You peeked at him through the window.

“Hey, thank you for letting me be your shotgun today, T.” you smiled as you seated in his car.

“No, it’s an honor, my lady.” He replies.

“No, the pleasure is mine.” I argued.

“No, it’s mine.” He laughed and started his car.

You reached Liberty High and waved goodbye to Tony. Made your way to your locker and spotted Zach and his friends.

“When did you lost your girl, Zachary?” Marcus commented.

“Yeah, like she’s a lost one in the hallways.” Monty added.

“When was the last time I didn’t see you together?” Justin thought.

“Then, let me walk you to your class Y/N.” Bryce suggested it as he lands his arms around your shoulders.

“Fuck off, Bryce.” As you pushed him away.

You decided to meet Zach’s face and for goodness sake he didn’t even bother to comment on what his jock friends did. His arms are folded in his chest and is eyes met mine. Something was totally wrong.


Peer Communications, your second period for today and happened that the teachers are having their monthly meeting. So … Free time as they say it. Cuddle time as what couples referred it. Study time for nerds. But, I’m so pleased that I shared this subject with Zach.

He was occupying the last table, lost in his thought was the only words you can use to describe what his expression right now is. You made your way to his table and grabbed and chair to sit in front of him. You pursed your lips as you stare at him. He neglected the fact that he is aware of your existence. You settled your elbow and cup your left cheek as you spoke.

“Are we under lover’s quarrel?” you asked as you bit your pinky finger.

His eyes met yours and you smiled. “I think so. Yes.” He answered.

“Under what circumstances?” you inquire

He looked at you like his stare is worth a million of dagger. “Of you cheating on me.” He answered.

Your jaw dropped in his accusations, “Wait, what Zachary?”

“Of you cheating on me.” he repeated, “do I need to say it again?”

“When and how?”

“Oh, don’t play me with your innocence Y/N.” he said not breaking the eyes connection between the two of you,

“I don’t.” you reacted.

“Last night, I was in your house,” he spoke, “I made my way to your room, to surprise you,” he admitted and shrugs, “then I heard this man’s voice telling you things like, I know it’s wrong but I love you trust me, it’s going to be a secret trust me stuffs like that.” He finished unleashing his thought.

Upon hearing those words all you did was to laugh.

“And your laughing, Y/N what did I ever done that made you do things like this to me,” he whispered.

“Wait. Are you jealous?” was the only words that left our mouth and continued to giggle.

“For fuck’s sake, you think I’m jealous? I’m mad, okay. I’m mad.” He admitted as his anger is visible and it made you stop from laughing.

“No, you’ve never done anything wrong, except for not texting me for about 12 hours? And for not confronting me about this babe, you know I can explain things to you.” You said sweetly as you held his hands.

“I was just,” you stare at him, “listening to an audio book last night and the line you just said was there and the man’s voice you’ve heard is the narrators’ voice.” You utter.

He just raised his eyebrows and in that moment you knew he doesn’t buy your explanation.

“Okay here,” you grab your book, “turn to page 278 that paragraph with sticky tab, that’s the part.” You point at him as he found the page, “and listen to this.” You stand up and placed the earphones in his ears and pressed play.

“See?” you smiled at me. “No cheating, I was made for you Zach.” As he removed the earphones.

“Fuck!” he swear, “I did accuse you cheating on me with this damn I don’t know what the hell is that.” He said.

“An audio book.” You answered him.

“Yeah, audio book and I didn’t have enough sleep because of that.”

A Year and Six months

This a thing I guess not a very good thing but it is a thing.

Part 2

AN: Butt chins. My best friend says when i write I try to explain my self too much … i agree. Also the author is fucking shit at titles and endings and writing in general but whatever


It’s been a year and 6 month since you left the tower. A year and 6 month since you’ve talked to anyone at the tower besides Steve and Pepper. A year and 6 months since the day you found them, the man you loved most and some woman, together in your once shared room lips pressed together and bodies bare of everything but each other.

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Miracles Are Made (D.O) pt2

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

Type: Fluff

Request: Yeeeesss please make a part 2 of Kyungsoo and Danyool💓🤗

Omg i wanna know what happened to Kyungsoo and Danyool😭😂 did they adopt him? Did they have the child she was pregnant with?? Ahh so good!!👌

Miracles are Made should definitely have a second part…just to wrap it up :) your writing is such a pleasure to read! Admin fighting!

Could you please (if you have the time of course ) do a pt.2 of miricales are made (D.O) it was so sweet😍😍 and I really want to see Kyungsoo and Danyool interact with each other if possible🙈 I really love your blog and I hope you have a good day❤(sorry for my bad english)

~your English is fine don’t worry! ~


Part 1


“Kyungsoo-” you say as you looked at the large box that was sitting in the living room. “Babe, I know it seems like a lot but it’s $5, it’s gonna look awesome in Danyool’s room” he told you as he opened the package revealing a 3D space print. “You know we have to start the nursery soon babe. I’m nearly 8 months” you say as he stands up pressing a kiss onto your lips quieting you “don’t worry honey” you were told. “I’m just getting a crib, she’s sleeping in our room” he says. “Now sit down and let daddy worry about getting the last touches together for our son and then once that is done. I promise I will get a crib for my future princess” he promised. 

Danyool loved space which meant Kyungsoo was going to make it perfect which included a spaceship bed. He was really going into the whole space thing. You on the other hand wanted simple space themed bedding for your little boy but that wasn’t good enough. Kyungsoo had an image in mind and he was going to keep it for his future son.

~

“Why do I have to get dressed up?” you whined as your husband pulled up your maternity jeans. “They’re dropping our son off today. We should welcome him in style” he comments as you groan. “I hurt Kyungsoo-” “you haven’t acted once like you want Danyool” he told you as you looked shocked by his words “do you not want him? Is that it?” he asked “Kyungsoo it’s not like that. It be like me saying you don’t care about Nami. You haven’t devoted much time to her either” you say as he looks at your belly. He sighed as he simply grabbed one of his shirts and slid it onto you, he pressed a kiss lightly onto your cheek as he wrapped his hands around your body as he rubbed your large stomach. “She means so much to me” he promised “Danyool means a lot to me even if I don’t express it” you promise as he nodded. “Come on” he says as he sat you down on the couch.

You two waited quietly before the bell rang and Kyungsoo quickly got up. He unlocked the door asnd rushed to it. “Kyungsoo” Danyool called as Kyungsoo bend down and quickly took the little boy into his arms. They stayed in the embrace for a few before he lifted Danyool up. “Danyool you don’t have to call me Kyungsoo anymore. I’m your dad” he told his now son as he stroked his son’s hair. He waved off the lady who even left Danyool’s car seat. “Y/N is mom now too okay. She’s really big right now” he says as Danyool nodded.

~

You laid in bed as a soft bounce happened “shh they’re sleeping” you heard your husband who looked over at you. “They?” a little voice asked “your little sister is in there” Kyungsoo told him as two heads lightly laid against your stomach “she’s gonna be here soon too. Do you want to help me put a crib together? Mom wants a nursery, I think when sissy gets bigger you and me can work on it” Kyungsoo says as your hand lightly stroked his head as it was the closest one.

~

“How did she get in there?” Danyool asked as you two sat at the table while Kyungsoo made breakfast. “Dad did it” you said “why? That’s mean, she looks too big in there” he says as you were a bit wide now. “She’s coming out soon don’t worry” you tell him. “Are you going to love her more than me?” he asked as Kyungsoo began making his way out but wanted to listen to what you would say. “Why would we do that?” you asked him “I am not your baby” he comments “you’re right, you’re not my baby” you say as Danyool looked sad “you’re my big boy” you say as you smile.

“You know we love you right?” you asked “your dad told me before we met you that the perfect child would pick us before we knew” you start “then we would fall in love with them and want nothing more than to have them in our lives” you then say. “Dad made that happen” you winked as Kyungsoo smiled and walked over to you putting breakfast down in front of you two. “Ketchup. Danyool likes ketchup” you remind Kyungsoo who made a sound and rushed off to the kitchen picking up the ketchup and a cute little cup with a children show on it and headed out. “Mango juice because you like it so much” Kyungsoo said as he put ketchup onto the eggs in front of him.

~

“Why is she yelling?” Danyool asked as he was being entertained by his now Uncle Minseok “babies hurt” he said simply “why would dad put her in there then if she hurt mom?” Danyool said as Minseok sat there and thought about it “because your parents wanted a baby. But they had it hard, they weren’t given a great power to do that” “dad has super powers?” “Not the point but yes, I’ll show you then” he said pulling his phone out as he soon turned on, one of the many music videos. He took off his headphones and put them on Danyool so he didn’t have to hear the yells and screams of the maternity ward.

~

“She’s tiny. Why did she take up so much space?” Danyool asked as he sat on the bed beside you. “She’s bigger than you think” you say, your daughter was small but still a large object to push out. “Nami?” he asked as you nodded. “She’s your sister” you continue as he nods “keep her safe” you tell “that’s my job?” he asked as you nodded. “Until she can do it herself she needs her big brother” you tell him. “Okay I’ll do my best” he says as you smiled largely. “Guys we have company” Kyungsoo says as the boys began piling into the room. “I’ll keep her safe” he told his dad as Kyungsoo smiled rubbing his back lightly.

~

Kyungsoo smiled as his daughter’s eyes opened as she drank from a bottle for the first time. He was getting to bond with her like you did. “Why does mom put her under her shirt if she’s eating?” Kyungsoo looked up from Nami to see Danyool watching “it’s different. Mommy makes milk and baby normally get it fresh from the source but mom had a doctors appointment this morning so I have to feed her” Kyungsoo comments “do you make milk?” Danyool then asked “no men normally don’t” Kyungsoo explained. “Must be her superpower” Danyool mumbles to himself as Kyungsoo smiles “come hold the bottle” he says as Danyool scoots closer.

Kyungsoo shifted her a little as Danyool took hold of the bottle. The room was silent well expect for the sounds your daughter normally made while she ate. “She’s hungry” Danyool informs as the breast milk was disappearing quickly. “She can eat as much as she wants” Kyungsoo hummed to his son as he was soon leaned on by him so he could inspect his little sister more. “She’s cute right?” Kyungsoo asked as Danyool nodded “keep her safe okay?” Kyungsoo asked as Danyool nodded. “She’ll be strong if she eats lots and drinks milk” Danyool explained to her more than him. “Mom makes good food” he continued as he began explaining life to the 2 month old. You could really tell that they weren’t brother and sister biologically but it didn’t matter because they really had the brother sister bond anyways. Something you and Kyungsoo were so proud of. You couldn’t ask for more from a family than what you have gotten, the blessings were perfectly timed and now that you had your family neither you or Kyungsoo wanted anything to change from what you have gotten.

anonymous asked:

That feeling when a customer comes in to buy three bar stools and when you get it to their tiny car their trunk is full of water bottles and their back seats have two kinds car seats. Where did you expect me to put these three boxes, lady?

limerence | pt. 1

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

Originally posted by yuijiyong

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 4,124

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: I started this last year, and decided to finish since GD has been hitting me right in the feels lately

“Would you hold still, please Chen, for the love of all that is good in the world? I am trying to finish this last bit of eyeliner,” Noelle hissed, waving her hands around in frustration as Chen narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not like it’s going to look good anyway,” he replied tartly.

“I swear, boy. One of these days I am going to take this eyeliner pencil and jab it so far into your eye that-“

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s really going to happen.” Chen cut Noelle off. After a moment of the two staring harshly at each other, Chen finally sat back in his seat, arms crossed, and held still so Noelle could finish his eyeliner.

“Those two can be so annoying sometimes,” Chanyeol laughed from the seat below me, where I had my hands tousled in his silver-colored hair. Chen and Chanyeol were the last two members of EXO Noelle and I had to make over before we accompanied the band to the Mnet Asian Music Awards that very night. However, Chen was not making the completion of Noelle’s task any easier.

Noelle and I had moved to Seoul six months prior, and shortly after, we’d gotten jobs with one of the largest music companies in South Korea, SM Entertainment. We’d been lucky enough to have been paired together as a make-up and hair team for the same band: EXO.

“I still have to get ready myself, Chen. So please, try to cooperate,” Noelle pleaded, mixing together a palette of eyeshadows.

“Who’s the star, though? Me or you?” Chen smirked, making Noelle’s knuckles turn white against the make-up brush in her hand.

“I give up,” Noelle groaned, causing Chanyeol to snicker in his seat. I gave his hair a few more tugs, and then finished it off with a little mousse.     

“Thanks, MaKenna. See you at the show,” Chanyeol said, giving me a quick one-armed hug and walking out of EXO’s main hair and make-up room.

I gave Noelle one last wave, although she barely glanced up from her near death match with Chen. I wondered towards the dorm room Noelle and I shared, where I would spend the last hour of my time getting myself ready for the awards show. I quickly slipped out of the gym shorts and t-shirt I’d been wearing while I’d styled each member of EXO’s hair, and in to a one-shoulder deep green dress covered in sequins. The dress ended towards the middle of my thighs, and was the color of a lush forest after the rain.

I briefly saw Noelle enter the room in a flurry of red hair and purple dress while I was styling my hair, and when my whole look was finally complete, she met me in the corridor that lead towards the parked cars EXO would take to the awards show.

“So, I’ll take M tonight, and you get K? Although, I don’t know if I’ll be able to ride in the same car as Chen, even if the venue is just a short drive away,” Noelle grumbled, more to herself than me. I smirked, knowing that the reason Noelle would be up with a ride with Chen came in the form of EXO-M’s leader, Kris.

“Well, I guess I’m alright with riding with K tonight,” I faked a heavy sigh, speaking in English as I climbed in the car to await the arrival of the band members. Noelle and I, painstakingly, had learned Korean in just a few short months before moving to Seoul, and although our language skills were fairly adequate, we still frequently spoke to each other in English.

“Aren’t you just a doll?” Noelle smirked, closing the door of the car. I watched her strut away in her long purple dress and short pumps until she’d ducked into EXO-M’s car and disappeared behind the closed door.

I sighed, straightened out my dress, and laid my head back against the car seat, anticipating our arrival at the awards show.


“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up one last time for our final act of the night, EXO!” The crowd went absolutely wild as the first few beats to their song started, and the dim lights suddenly outlined the faint figures of the twelve EXO members.

“They’re such talented guys.” I glanced over towards my left, where the leader of BigBang, G-Dragon, was sitting beside me. For the most part, he’d kept to himself that night.

“Yeah, they’re really something,” I smiled, nodding at him. He smiled back, his bright orange bangs falling down in his eyes.

“Do you work for SM?” he asked after a few minutes, interrupting my concentration on Kai’s hair, which I was praying would stay perfectly styled throughout his whole choreography.

“Oh, yes. I’m EXO’s hair stylist,” I replied, not taking my eyes away from the lanky dancer as he swung his way around the stage. His hair didn’t move an inch, much to my amazement. After a few minutes, G-Dragon spoke to me again.

“Your Korean is very good.”

“I’ve only been speaking the language for a year, maybe a little longer,” I said. “So, I don’t think it’s very good at all.”

“It’s good, I promise,” he said, flashing me a genuine smile that made me stop and stare a little longer than appropriate. The only times I’d seen BigBang’s leader, he’d seemed extremely standoffish. However, sitting beside him, I was able to see a small part of the humorous guy that everyone talked about. G-Dragon was all the rave between Korean music businesses, but talking to him, even for just a few moments, made me see a piece of the celebrity that no fans got to see.

It was one of my favorite parts about working with celebrities. Not being able to brag about the fact that I hung out with some of the most famous people in Asia, or even that I got to be around people with a ton of money. My favorite part was that I was able to see the true parts of these celebrities, even if I was only able to see that part for a few moments at an awards show. I was still able to converse with a person who would otherwise have been untouchable to me before I’d gotten my job.

EXO’s performance ended, and Kai’s hair stayed perfect throughout the whole thing. I stood up, straightening out my dress as I prepared myself to leave. 

“MaKenna, I’m going to go meet the M boys around back, so we can try and leave first, alright? I’ll see you back at the complex.” Noelle grabbed my arm from the side. I waved to her, and watched her once again disappear into the crowd. I turned back to where BigBang was sitting, waving at the members and turning to leave.

“Wait,” a hand snaked around my wrist, causing me to stop. Exiting bodies weaved and pressed in around me, and for a moment, with a hand clamped around my wrist and the sound of a thousand conversations roaring in my ears, I felt trapped in the giant arena. I whirled around, coming face to face with G-Dragon.

I snatched my hand away from his grasp. Apparently, a little too forcefully, since he glanced down at his now empty hand with the smallest fraction of shock on his face. He wasn’t much bigger than me, and the heels I wore put me just a few inches above him. His deep, tanned skin and chocolate eyes contrasted intensely with his bright orange hair and white teeth, which were showing immensely now that he was smiling at me.

“Come have a drink with me,” he said, full of confidence. I raised my eyebrow, questioning this man whom I’d just met.

“I have somewhere to be. My boys are waiting for me,” I said briskly, turning to go. I actually needed to find Chanyeol and Kai, who were supposed to wait for me before we headed back to the SM complex.

“I think the EXO boys will be able to handle themselves just fine without you for an hour or two. Come on, my group just won one of the biggest music awards given. I need a beautiful girl to celebrate with.” He was still smirking, and I was finding it very hard to resist the way his bangs flopped down perfectly into his eyes, making him look younger then what he actually was.

“No,” I replied.

“Please,” he kept begging. I crossed my arms, giving him a look that dared him to keep begging me to go along. “My band has already left me to celebrate on their own. I’m all alone, unless you come out with me. I know a great private bar we can go to.”

“You’re charming, you know that? I’m tempted to actually accept your invitation,” I said, glancing at my phone. I panicked a little when I saw that I had four missed calls and three text messages from Kai alone, and Chanyeol’s count was double that.

“I think you should accept my invitation. What do you have to lose?” G-Dragon asked, raising his eyebrow and running his tongue along his teeth.

I thought about it for a few seconds, leaving his unanswered question hanging between us. The arena was slowly clearing out, leaving just the two of us near our section.

“One drink, that’s it,” I said, finally.

“You’re not going to regret it,” he said, grabbing my hand. I was nervous about going out alone with BigBang’s leader, but I’d also heard nothing but great things about the group. Not to mention I was a bit of a fan of them, and I was even a little exhilarated to be going out the infamous leader.

“So, have I got to call you G-Dragon throughout my drink?” I asked as we made our way towards the exit. I sent a quick text to Chanyeol, telling them not to wait and that I would be back later than expected.

“Of course. That is my name, after all,” he laughed at my confused look and shook his head. “I’m just kidding. My name is Kwon Jiyong.”

“I’m MaKenna,” I replied.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Jiyong laughed, bowing playfully towards me as we made it outside of the arena and into a parked cab. He gave the driver the address, and leaned back into his seat. Our drive was silent, consisting of me staring out the window of the cab as Seoul passed by. I was a little in love with the city, and any chance to get out of SM’s complex was a thrilling experience for me.

“We’re here,” Jiyong said, jumping out of the cab after handing the driver the won we owed. He held the door open for me as I slid towards his side and stepped out of the cab onto the curb. We walked quickly inside the glassed in bar, keeping our heads down. This form of disguise wasn’t even technically necessary, but it had become instinct for me any time I went out with EXO, and obviously it’d become that way for Jiyong as well.

“What’s your poison?” The bartender asked as we got settled into the stools. The whole place was washed in blue light and glass, giving it an ice-like appearance. The ambiance was appealing, and even though there were other people in the place, it was clear that the high end bar was only for the highest paying consumers.

“Tequila and tonic, please,” I said. The bartender took Jiyong’s order before disappearing to fix our drinks.

“So, tell me about the musical genius that I’ve heard so much about,” I said, placing my chin in my hand and glancing over at him. He smirked kindheartedly before shaking his head.

“I’m not a musical genius, no matter what the magazines say. I’m merely doing what I love, and sometimes I’m halfway decent at it.” The bartender placed our drinks before us, and I took a large swig before replying.

“Seriously? That’s what you’re going for? No offense, but you’re a genius. The boys talk about you all the time. They love you.”

“Oh, really? I’m quite the fan of EXO myself,” he laughed.

“I’m serious. I basically know all of your songs and everything about you just because of them.”

“You know everything about me?” He asked with a smirk, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I took another large swig of alcohol, letting the burn in my throat overshadow Jiyong’s irresistible smirk.

“Something like that,” I said, not managing to look back at him. I could hear him chuckling and taking a sip of his own drink.

“Another, miss?” The bartender asked, motioning towards the glass I had clutched in both my hands. I glanced down, realizing the cup was absent of all the amber colored liquid I’d ordered. I sighed, shaking my head.

“I really should be going.” Jiyong placed his hand on my arm, preventing me, gently, from getting up.

“You’re really going to leave me here to drink alone?” he asked, his chocolate eyes searching my face. I sighed again, placing my hand over his.

“I’m not the best drinker, and you don’t want to have to deal with a drunkard,” I said, realizing I didn’t actually want to leave Jiyong at all, much less so I could make the journey back home alone. It was a sudden feeling, most likely brought on by the alcohol I’d consumed.

“I’ll take care of you,” he smirked, and I found my heart fluttering in my chest, much to my disgust. Jiyong motioned for the bartender to bring me another. “Also, one more drink won’t kill you.”

I sighed and settled back in to my seat, the promise of more alcohol dulling my need to go home. “I guess it won’t hurt me that much.”

Three more drinks later, I was very tipsy, and in need of a bathroom. Jiyong led me towards the ladies room, making sure I didn’t topple over in my heels. The tequila made my head feel fuzzy, like everything was coated in a layer of felt. I was hyperaware of Jiyong’s arm wrapped around my waist, and my body pressed closely into his.

“I had five tequilas,” I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Jiyong said, opening the ladies room door for me. I ventured in alone, relieving myself and washing my hands in what seemed to take hour.

“I think you’re really cute,” I slurred, taking Jiyong’s hand in mine. He chuckled, leading me towards the exit. “Like, I think you’re really cute.”

“Can you not speak Korean when you’re drunk?” Jiyong asked, his own English heavily accented. Before that moment, I hadn’t even realized I’d switched my languages.

“English is so much easier when everything is so fuzzy,” I groaned, grabbing my head as Jiyong hailed a cab. “I could speak Spanish for you, but that ability went away two drinks ago.”

When the cab finally pulled up to the curb, Jiyong helped me in and gave the driver a new address. "Where are you taking me now?”

“Back to my place,” he replied.

I narrowed my eyes, reaching instinctively towards the door handle. “I knew this was your plan. I need to get out of here right now!”

“Hey, I’m not going to try anything, I promise. I’ll take the couch, and let you lock yourself in my bedroom for the rest of the night. I just wouldn’t feel right taking you back to SM in your state. Hell, I don’t feel comfortable sending you there sober, but much less drunk.” Jiyong said, pulling my wrist gently away from the door.

“Ughhh, talk in English. You’re hurting my head,” I complained, grabbing my ears, where his Korean words were bashing inside.

“My English isn’t very good,” he said back, but he spoke my language anyway. We made it to his apartment without any problems, and he immediately showed me into his bedroom, which was huge, spacious, and full of vibrant colors. Exactly what you’d expect from someone as vibrant as Jiyong.

“Here’s advil, water, and some hot tea for you. Hopefully you’ll sober up a little soon, and won’t have such a terrible hangover in the morning.” Jiyong brought a tray in to the room and set it on the side table. He pulled a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt out of his dresser, laying it on the bed beside where I was sat. “Those are for you to sleep in, you just have to lock the door once I leave.”

“Thank you,” I said, pulling the clothes from their folded position and heading towards the bathroom to change. I heard him leave the room, and once I’d pulled on his clothes, I made my way towards the side table to swallow the advil and hot tea he’d provided. I could already feel the hot liquid settling in my stomach, and just a little bit of the dizziness had subsided. I was a little bit more aware of how awkward and astonishing my situation was by the minute.

I settled in to Jiyong’s large bed, suddenly engulfed by the scent of him, which hadn’t hit me fully until that moment, dressed in his clothing and cocooned in his sheets. It was a spicy scent, and sent my head into more dizziness.

As I listened more closely, I could hear him rummaging around in his living room. I tossed and flopped onto my side, but it was clear I was nowhere near sleepy. My mind was racing, trying to wrap itself around the fact that I was actually here, laying in the G-Dragon’s bed. But more prominently, my mind keep replaying the feeling of his hand wrapping itself around my waist; the way his smirk tugged up one corner of his mouth and made his eyes twinkle.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I’d made my way to his bedroom door and entered the living room, where Jiyong was settled on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. My breath hitched just a fraction in my throat, taking in the sight of his tanned skin detailed in the slightest bit of muscles and tattoos.

“Are you okay?” His brow creased in concern. I quickly made my way over to where he sat, leaning over him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I mumbled, glancing down at him.

“Do you need me to… uh… get anything for you?” he asked, staring up in to my eyes. He was still speaking English for me, and his mumbling made his accent even thicker.

I stared at his face, my gaze travelling away from his deep chocolate eyes to his mouth. I spoke in Korean, my voice heavy from the atmosphere in the room. “Kiss me.”

Jiyong hesitated, his own gaze lingering on my lips. I could still feel traces of tequila pulsing through my veins, making me a lot braver than I would usually have been. I slowly poked the tip of my tongue through my mouth, running it along my bottom lip slowly.

Jiyong groaned, suddenly grabbing my face in his hands and crushing his lips on mine. His overwhelming scent surrounded me, even stronger than when I was in his bed. His lips molded in to mine, making my heart thump noisily in my chest.

I was aware of nothing but Jiyong’s lips pressed deliciously against mine, his hand threading its way in my hair. He stood up suddenly, never breaking our kiss. At this height, he was taller than I, and his mouth pressed aggressively down on mine as his other hand gripped my cheek.

I fisted a handful of his orange hair, tugging on the roots gently. Jiyong groaned lowly into my mouth, pushing his tongue past my lips to entwine with mine. I ran my other hand down the length of his chest, brushing past the ink that was permanently embedded there; feeling the faint outlines of his abdominal muscles etched into his chest.

“We should stop,” he said huskily, his mouth still pressed into mine. I shook my head, pulling his head closer to mine.

“Please don’t,” I begged, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He moaned, clearly battling ideas inside his head. The battle only lasted a second, before he lifted me up by the waist. I wrapped my legs around him, clinging to him closely as he continued to kiss me.

I wasn’t aware that he’d brought me into his bedroom until I felt the silkiness of his sheets beneath me. Jiyong hovered over me, moving his mouth from my lips down to my jawline. He continued to my neck, nipping at the tendon that stuck out as I turned my head.

Suddenly, I was extremely, uncomfortably hot. I panted, pushing Jiyong away just a tiny bit; enough to rip away the t-shirt he’d only just given me to put on. He sucked in a sharp breath, staring down at my exposed chest. Just as quickly, I unhooked my bra and threw it to the side.

Jiyong roughly grabbed me, running his hands up and down my sides before finally finding a permeant stopping point. Suddenly, without thinking, I twisted my legs around until I’d managed to quickly flip him over on to his back. I straddled his waist, proud of the smirk I’d caused to grace his lips.

I kissed down his chest, paying special attention to the large words written down his right side, and the two ‘X’s etched above his navel. He groaned loudly as my mouth travelled the length of his body, running his hands once again through my hair. I smiled smugly against his skin, outlining the waistband of his sweats with the tip of my finger.

Eventually, Jiyong managed to flip me back over under him, while simultaneously managing to remove both of our remaining clothing pieces. I was so hot and cold all over, my body against his felt as though I was drowning in a lake of fire and ice. Everywhere his fingers were placed, my skin responded by bursting in a ripple of chills and excitement.

Jiyong took his time, nipping and sucking at my flesh, driving me absolutely wild. Nothing about us was hurried, and yet everything seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. I stared into his beautiful, striking eyes as he brought me closer and closer to him, feeling as though there would never be any other people in the world besides us.

Jiyong entered me swiftly, pushing inside and letting me adjust for only a brief moment. I relished in the way he felt, the pressure he provided so deliciously, as he stayed still inside of me. I heard small curses, some English and some Korean, spill from his plump lips as he began to drag himself out, to the tip, and then crash back inside of me. I was too focused on staring into his eyes to bother emitting anything more than a small whimper.

His body moved in sync to mine, bringing me up and then back down. He snaked his arms around me, switching our position so that I was sitting in his lap. He arms moved up and down my back, pulling me closer than possible while I cradled his cheeks in my hands, steadily placing unaimed kisses on his exposed flesh.

I was on fire, everywhere. Every nerve ending felt as though my nerves were trying to burst from my skin. I felt weightless, and yet heavy at the same time. I was soaring, flying closely to the sun, growing hotter and hotter. I barely felt Jiyong’s skin against my own as I burned and burned, finally bursting into full flames. My nerves seemed to sever their connection to every inch of my body, and suddenly, there was nothing. No sun, no bedroom, no Jiyong. I was simply floating in a sea of bliss and happiness, icy blood rushing to every crevice in my body in an attempt to cool me down. His release was fiery against my cool skin, he’s moans and curses into my neck like music.

Jiyong swiped a few beads of sweat from my upper lip, cradling me closely into his chest as he fitted the sheets around us. The clock read only an hour ahead, but I felt as if Jiyong and I had escaped Earth for years, only to find ourselves back on the planet in a bed of silk. My body felt so heavy, and I drew myself closer towards Jiyong’s chest as I let the heaviness, finally, take me under.

limerence | pt. 1

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

Originally posted by yuijiyong

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 4,124

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: I started this last year, and decided to finish since GD has been hitting me right in the feels lately

“Would you hold still, please Chen, for the love of all that is good in the world? I am trying to finish this last bit of eyeliner,” Noelle hissed, waving her hands around in frustration as Chen narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not like it’s going to look good anyway,” he replied tartly.

“I swear, boy. One of these days I am going to take this eyeliner pencil and jab it so far into your eye that-“

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s really going to happen.” Chen cut Noelle off. After a moment of the two staring harshly at each other, Chen finally sat back in his seat, arms crossed, and held still so Noelle could finish his eyeliner.

“Those two can be so annoying sometimes,” Chanyeol laughed from the seat below me, where I had my hands tousled in his silver-colored hair. Chen and Chanyeol were the last two members of EXO Noelle and I had to make over before we accompanied the band to the Mnet Asian Music Awards that very night. However, Chen was not making the completion of Noelle’s task any easier.

Noelle and I had moved to Seoul six months prior, and shortly after, we’d gotten jobs with one of the largest music companies in South Korea, SM Entertainment. We’d been lucky enough to have been paired together as a make-up and hair team for the same band: EXO.

“I still have to get ready myself, Chen. So please, try to cooperate,” Noelle pleaded, mixing together a palette of eyeshadows.

“Who’s the star, though? Me or you?” Chen smirked, making Noelle’s knuckles turn white against the make-up brush in her hand.

“I give up,” Noelle groaned, causing Chanyeol to snicker in his seat. I gave his hair a few more tugs, and then finished it off with a little mousse.    

“Thanks, MaKenna. See you at the show,” Chanyeol said, giving me a quick one-armed hug and walking out of EXO’s main hair and make-up room.

I gave Noelle one last wave, although she barely glanced up from her near death match with Chen. I wondered towards the dorm room Noelle and I shared, where I would spend the last hour of my time getting myself ready for the awards show. I quickly slipped out of the gym shorts and t-shirt I’d been wearing while I’d styled each member of EXO’s hair, and in to a one-shoulder deep green dress covered in sequins. The dress ended towards the middle of my thighs, and was the color of a lush forest after the rain.

I briefly saw Noelle enter the room in a flurry of red hair and purple dress while I was styling my hair, and when my whole look was finally complete, she met me in the corridor that lead towards the parked cars EXO would take to the awards show.

“So, I’ll take M tonight, and you get K? Although, I don’t know if I’ll be able to ride in the same car as Chen, even if the venue is just a short drive away,” Noelle grumbled, more to herself than me. I smirked, knowing that the reason Noelle would be up with a ride with Chen came in the form of EXO-M’s leader, Kris.

“Well, I guess I’m alright with riding with K tonight,” I faked a heavy sigh, speaking in English as I climbed in the car to await the arrival of the band members. Noelle and I, painstakingly, had learned Korean in just a few short months before moving to Seoul, and although our language skills were fairly adequate, we still frequently spoke to each other in English.

“Aren’t you just a doll?” Noelle smirked, closing the door of the car. I watched her strut away in her long purple dress and short pumps until she’d ducked into EXO-M’s car and disappeared behind the closed door.

I sighed, straightened out my dress, and laid my head back against the car seat, anticipating our arrival at the awards show.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up one last time for our final act of the night, EXO!” The crowd went absolutely wild as the first few beats to their song started, and the dim lights suddenly outlined the faint figures of the twelve EXO members.

“They’re such talented guys.” I glanced over towards my left, where the leader of BigBang, G-Dragon, was sitting beside me. For the most part, he’d kept to himself that night.

“Yeah, they’re really something,” I smiled, nodding at him. He smiled back, his bright orange bangs falling down in his eyes.

“Do you work for SM?” he asked after a few minutes, interrupting my concentration on Kai’s hair, which I was praying would stay perfectly styled throughout his whole choreography.

“Oh, yes. I’m EXO’s hair stylist,” I replied, not taking my eyes away from the lanky dancer as he swung his way around the stage. His hair didn’t move an inch, much to my amazement. After a few minutes, G-Dragon spoke to me again.

“Your Korean is very good.”

“I’ve only been speaking the language for a year, maybe a little longer,” I said. “So, I don’t think it’s very good at all.”

“It’s good, I promise,” he said, flashing me a genuine smile that made me stop and stare a little longer than appropriate. The only times I’d seen BigBang’s leader, he’d seemed extremely standoffish. However, sitting beside him, I was able to see a small part of the humorous guy that everyone talked about. G-Dragon was all the rave between Korean music businesses, but talking to him, even for just a few moments, made me see a piece of the celebrity that no fans got to see.

It was one of my favorite parts about working with celebrities. Not being able to brag about the fact that I hung out with some of the most famous people in Asia, or even that I got to be around people with a ton of money. My favorite part was that I was able to see the true parts of these celebrities, even if I was only able to see that part for a few moments at an awards show. I was still able to converse with a person who would otherwise have been untouchable to me before I’d gotten my job.

EXO’s performance ended, and Kai’s hair stayed perfect throughout the whole thing. I stood up, straightening out my dress as I prepared myself to leave.

“MaKenna, I’m going to go meet the M boys around back, so we can try and leave first, alright? I’ll see you back at the complex.” Noelle grabbed my arm from the side. I waved to her, and watched her once again disappear into the crowd. I turned back to where BigBang was sitting, waving at the members and turning to leave.

“Wait,” a hand snaked around my wrist, causing me to stop. Exiting bodies weaved and pressed in around me, and for a moment, with a hand clamped around my wrist and the sound of a thousand conversations roaring in my ears, I felt trapped in the giant arena. I whirled around, coming face to face with G-Dragon.

I snatched my hand away from his grasp. Apparently, a little too forcefully, since he glanced down at his now empty hand with the smallest fraction of shock on his face. He wasn’t much bigger than me, and the heels I wore put me just a few inches above him. His deep, tanned skin and chocolate eyes contrasted intensely with his bright orange hair and white teeth, which were showing immensely now that he was smiling at me.

“Come have a drink with me,” he said, full of confidence. I raised my eyebrow, questioning this man whom I’d just met.

“I have somewhere to be. My boys are waiting for me,” I said briskly, turning to go. I actually needed to find Chanyeol and Kai, who were supposed to wait for me before we headed back to the SM complex.

“I think the EXO boys will be able to handle themselves just fine without you for an hour or two. Come on, my group just won one of the biggest music awards given. I need a beautiful girl to celebrate with.” He was still smirking, and I was finding it very hard to resist the way his bangs flopped down perfectly into his eyes, making him look younger then what he actually was.

“No,” I replied.

“Please,” he kept begging. I crossed my arms, giving him a look that dared him to keep begging me to go along. “My band has already left me to celebrate on their own. I’m all alone, unless you come out with me. I know a great private bar we can go to.”

“You’re charming, you know that? I’m tempted to actually accept your invitation,” I said, glancing at my phone. I panicked a little when I saw that I had four missed calls and three text messages from Kai alone, and Chanyeol’s count was double that.

“I think you should accept my invitation. What do you have to lose?” G-Dragon asked, raising his eyebrow and running his tongue along his teeth.

I thought about it for a few seconds, leaving his unanswered question hanging between us. The arena was slowly clearing out, leaving just the two of us near our section.

“One drink, that’s it,” I said, finally.

“You’re not going to regret it,” he said, grabbing my hand. I was nervous about going out alone with BigBang’s leader, but I’d also heard nothing but great things about the group. Not to mention I was a bit of a fan of them, and I was even a little exhilarated to be going out the infamous leader.

“So, have I got to call you G-Dragon throughout my drink?” I asked as we made our way towards the exit. I sent a quick text to Chanyeol, telling them not to wait and that I would be back later than expected.

“Of course. That is my name, after all,” he laughed at my confused look and shook his head. “I’m just kidding. My name is Kwon Jiyong.”

“I’m MaKenna,” I replied.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Jiyong laughed, bowing playfully towards me as we made it outside of the arena and into a parked cab. He gave the driver the address, and leaned back into his seat. Our drive was silent, consisting of me staring out the window of the cab as Seoul passed by. I was a little in love with the city, and any chance to get out of SM’s complex was a thrilling experience for me.

“We’re here,” Jiyong said, jumping out of the cab after handing the driver the won we owed. He held the door open for me as I slid towards his side and stepped out of the cab onto the curb. We walked quickly inside the glassed in bar, keeping our heads down. This form of disguise wasn’t even technically necessary, but it had become instinct for me any time I went out with EXO, and obviously it’d become that way for Jiyong as well.

“What’s your poison?” The bartender asked as we got settled into the stools. The whole place was washed in blue light and glass, giving it an ice-like appearance. The ambiance was appealing, and even though there were other people in the place, it was clear that the high end bar was only for the highest paying consumers.

“Tequila and tonic, please,” I said. The bartender took Jiyong’s order before disappearing to fix our drinks.

“So, tell me about the musical genius that I’ve heard so much about,” I said, placing my chin in my hand and glancing over at him. He smirked kindheartedly before shaking his head.

“I’m not a musical genius, no matter what the magazines say. I’m merely doing what I love, and sometimes I’m halfway decent at it.” The bartender placed our drinks before us, and I took a large swig before replying.

“Seriously? That’s what you’re going for? No offense, but you’re a genius. The boys talk about you all the time. They love you.”

“Oh, really? I’m quite the fan of EXO myself,” he laughed.

“I’m serious. I basically know all of your songs and everything about you just because of them.”

“You know everything about me?” He asked with a smirk, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I took another large swig of alcohol, letting the burn in my throat overshadow Jiyong’s irresistible smirk.

“Something like that,” I said, not managing to look back at him. I could hear him chuckling and taking a sip of his own drink.

“Another, miss?” The bartender asked, motioning towards the glass I had clutched in both my hands. I glanced down, realizing the cup was absent of all the amber colored liquid I’d ordered. I sighed, shaking my head.

“I really should be going.” Jiyong placed his hand on my arm, preventing me, gently, from getting up.

“You’re really going to leave me here to drink alone?” he asked, his chocolate eyes searching my face. I sighed again, placing my hand over his.

“I’m not the best drinker, and you don’t want to have to deal with a drunkard,” I said, realizing I didn’t actually want to leave Jiyong at all, much less so I could make the journey back home alone. It was a sudden feeling, most likely brought on by the alcohol I’d consumed.

“I’ll take care of you,” he smirked, and I found my heart fluttering in my chest, much to my disgust. Jiyong motioned for the bartender to bring me another. “Also, one more drink won’t kill you.”

I sighed and settled back in to my seat, the promise of more alcohol dulling my need to go home. “I guess it won’t hurt me that much.”

Three more drinks later, I was very tipsy, and in need of a bathroom. Jiyong led me towards the ladies room, making sure I didn’t topple over in my heels. The tequila made my head feel fuzzy, like everything was coated in a layer of felt. I was hyperaware of Jiyong’s arm wrapped around my waist, and my body pressed closely into his.

“I had five tequilas,” I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Jiyong said, opening the ladies room door for me. I ventured in alone, relieving myself and washing my hands in what seemed to take hour.

“I think you’re really cute,” I slurred, taking Jiyong’s hand in mine. He chuckled, leading me towards the exit. “Like, I think you’re really cute.”

“Can you not speak Korean when you’re drunk?” Jiyong asked, his own English heavily accented. Before that moment, I hadn’t even realized I’d switched my languages.

“English is so much easier when everything is so fuzzy,” I groaned, grabbing my head as Jiyong hailed a cab. “I could speak Spanish for you, but that ability went away two drinks ago.”

When the cab finally pulled up to the curb, Jiyong helped me in and gave the driver a new address. "Where are you taking me now?”

“Back to my place,” he replied.

I narrowed my eyes, reaching instinctively towards the door handle. “I knew this was your plan. I need to get out of here right now!”

“Hey, I’m not going to try anything, I promise. I’ll take the couch, and let you lock yourself in my bedroom for the rest of the night. I just wouldn’t feel right taking you back to SM in your state. Hell, I don’t feel comfortable sending you there sober, but much less drunk.” Jiyong said, pulling my wrist gently away from the door.

“Ughhh, talk in English. You’re hurting my head,” I complained, grabbing my ears, where his Korean words were bashing inside.

“My English isn’t very good,” he said back, but he spoke my language anyway. We made it to his apartment without any problems, and he immediately showed me into his bedroom, which was huge, spacious, and full of vibrant colors. Exactly what you’d expect from someone as vibrant as Jiyong.

“Here’s advil, water, and some hot tea for you. Hopefully you’ll sober up a little soon, and won’t have such a terrible hangover in the morning.” Jiyong brought a tray in to the room and set it on the side table. He pulled a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt out of his dresser, laying it on the bed beside where I was sat. “Those are for you to sleep in, you just have to lock the door once I leave.”

“Thank you,” I said, pulling the clothes from their folded position and heading towards the bathroom to change. I heard him leave the room, and once I’d pulled on his clothes, I made my way towards the side table to swallow the advil and hot tea he’d provided. I could already feel the hot liquid settling in my stomach, and just a little bit of the dizziness had subsided. I was a little bit more aware of how awkward and astonishing my situation was by the minute.

I settled in to Jiyong’s large bed, suddenly engulfed by the scent of him, which hadn’t hit me fully until that moment, dressed in his clothing and cocooned in his sheets. It was a spicy scent, and sent my head into more dizziness.

As I listened more closely, I could hear him rummaging around in his living room. I tossed and flopped onto my side, but it was clear I was nowhere near sleepy. My mind was racing, trying to wrap itself around the fact that I was actually here, laying in the G-Dragon’s bed. But more prominently, my mind keep replaying the feeling of his hand wrapping itself around my waist; the way his smirk tugged up one corner of his mouth and made his eyes twinkle.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I’d made my way to his bedroom door and entered the living room, where Jiyong was settled on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. My breath hitched just a fraction in my throat, taking in the sight of his tanned skin detailed in the slightest bit of muscles and tattoos.

“Are you okay?” His brow creased in concern. I quickly made my way over to where he sat, leaning over him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I mumbled, glancing down at him.

“Do you need me to… uh… get anything for you?” he asked, staring up in to my eyes. He was still speaking English for me, and his mumbling made his accent even thicker.

I stared at his face, my gaze travelling away from his deep chocolate eyes to his mouth. I spoke in Korean, my voice heavy from the atmosphere in the room. “Kiss me.”

Jiyong hesitated, his own gaze lingering on my lips. I could still feel traces of tequila pulsing through my veins, making me a lot braver than I would usually have been. I slowly poked the tip of my tongue through my mouth, running it along my bottom lip slowly.

Jiyong groaned, suddenly grabbing my face in his hands and crushing his lips on mine. His overwhelming scent surrounded me, even stronger than when I was in his bed. His lips molded in to mine, making my heart thump noisily in my chest.

I was aware of nothing but Jiyong’s lips pressed deliciously against mine, his hand threading its way in my hair. He stood up suddenly, never breaking our kiss. At this height, he was taller than I, and his mouth pressed aggressively down on mine as his other hand gripped my cheek.

I fisted a handful of his orange hair, tugging on the roots gently. Jiyong groaned lowly into my mouth, pushing his tongue past my lips to entwine with mine. I ran my other hand down the length of his chest, brushing past the ink that was permanently embedded there; feeling the faint outlines of his abdominal muscles etched into his chest.

“We should stop,” he said huskily, his mouth still pressed into mine. I shook my head, pulling his head closer to mine.

“Please don’t,” I begged, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He moaned, clearly battling ideas inside his head. The battle only lasted a second, before he lifted me up by the waist. I wrapped my legs around him, clinging to him closely as he continued to kiss me.

I wasn’t aware that he’d brought me into his bedroom until I felt the silkiness of his sheets beneath me. Jiyong hovered over me, moving his mouth from my lips down to my jawline. He continued to my neck, nipping at the tendon that stuck out as I turned my head.

Suddenly, I was extremely, uncomfortably hot. I panted, pushing Jiyong away just a tiny bit; enough to rip away the t-shirt he’d only just given me to put on. He sucked in a sharp breath, staring down at my exposed chest. Just as quickly, I unhooked my bra and threw it to the side.

Jiyong roughly grabbed me, running his hands up and down my sides before finally finding a permeant stopping point. Suddenly, without thinking, I twisted my legs around until I’d managed to quickly flip him over on to his back. I straddled his waist, proud of the smirk I’d caused to grace his lips.

I kissed down his chest, paying special attention to the large words written down his right side, and the two ‘X’s etched above his navel. He groaned loudly as my mouth travelled the length of his body, running his hands once again through my hair. I smiled smugly against his skin, outlining the waistband of his sweats with the tip of my finger.

Eventually, Jiyong managed to flip me back over under him, while simultaneously managing to remove both of our remaining clothing pieces. I was so hot and cold all over, my body against his felt as though I was drowning in a lake of fire and ice. Everywhere his fingers were placed, my skin responded by bursting in a ripple of chills and excitement.

Jiyong took his time, nipping and sucking at my flesh, driving me absolutely wild. Nothing about us was hurried, and yet everything seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. I stared into his beautiful, striking eyes as he brought me closer and closer to him, feeling as though there would never be any other people in the world besides us.

Jiyong entered me swiftly, pushing inside and letting me adjust for only a brief moment. I relished in the way he felt, the pressure he provided so deliciously, as he stayed still inside of me. I heard small curses, some English and some Korean, spill from his plump lips as he began to drag himself out, to the tip, and then crash back inside of me. I was too focused on staring into his eyes to bother emitting anything more than a small whimper.

His body moved in sync to mine, bringing me up and then back down. He snaked his arms around me, switching our position so that I was sitting in his lap. He arms moved up and down my back, pulling me closer than possible while I cradled his cheeks in my hands, steadily placing unaimed kisses on his exposed flesh.

I was on fire, everywhere. Every nerve ending felt as though my nerves were trying to burst from my skin. I felt weightless, and yet heavy at the same time. I was soaring, flying closely to the sun, growing hotter and hotter. I barely felt Jiyong’s skin against my own as I burned and burned, finally bursting into full flames. My nerves seemed to sever their connection to every inch of my body, and suddenly, there was nothing. No sun, no bedroom, no Jiyong. I was simply floating in a sea of bliss and happiness, icy blood rushing to every crevice in my body in an attempt to cool me down. His release was fiery against my cool skin, he’s moans and curses into my neck like music.

Jiyong swiped a few beads of sweat from my upper lip, cradling me closely into his chest as he fitted the sheets around us. The clock read only an hour ahead, but I felt as if Jiyong and I had escaped Earth for years, only to find ourselves back on the planet in a bed of silk. My body felt so heavy, and I drew myself closer towards Jiyong’s chest as I let the heaviness, finally, take me under.

anonymous asked:

When I was like really questioning my gender and starting to realize I'm a girl I was listening to car seat headrest like every day and now u (a trans lady) are making official car seat headrest remixes so that's the tea on that :-/

it truly do be like that huh

A police officer in my town pulled this woman over for not having her toddler in a car seat. The woman said she understood, but her financial situation put her in a position where she couldn’t afford one. So, instead of ticketing the woman and making her financial situation even worse, he took her to the nearest Walmart and bought her daughter a car seat.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is what real safety enforcing looks like.

tadahow  asked:

I just started following you (because of your ficlets - they are lovely!), but I saw you ask for prompts (and the word steter, so I couldn't resist!) What about the pack goes to Vegas for whatever reason (Lydia/Erica bachelorette party?) and Peter and Stiles end up married? No worries if you don't want to/don't like it!

Big thanks to Mar, who gave this a quick read. Love ya, hon! 

If Scott and Isaac could have known beforehand what would happen, they would never have suggested a trip to Vegas to celebrate graduating from college. As it were, both of them had whined like the little puppies they secretly still were until every last one of the pack had folded and agreed, just to stop those stupid puppy-eyes from looking all pitiful.

They had piled into four cars—Stiles opting to spend the long ride with Peter rather than the others—and gone on a semi-planned road trip. When Stiles had stuffed his backpack into the trunk of Peter’s car, Lydia had shot him suspicious looks but he had just grinned at her until she huffed and climbed into the passenger seat of Ally’s car—the Hot Ladies Car, as Erica had officially christened it.

What the pack didn’t know—what Stiles had neglected to tell them—was that Peter and Stiles, well, they’d been a thing for quite some time now. Had been living together, even.

Peter had bought an apartment close to the campus of Berkeley and Stiles had moved in with him after freshman year.

His dad knew, of course, because he’d stopped keeping things from him after The Big Reveal, and Scott did, too, because they were brothers. But no one else. And Scott still hadn’t totally forgiven him for dating the man who had turned him into a wolf against his will. But he had come to see how good they were together, how Peter just fit him like no one else Stiles had ever met.

The trip was exhausting but fun—Peter always knew how to keep Stiles’ mind busy so he wouldn’t drive them both crazy cooped up like that, and when they finally spilled into the hotel lobby, Stiles was giddy with pent-up, stupid jokes.

That was probably the main reason why he even said what he did, although he could never truly know with his brain and lack of a filter:

“Some of us have to get married while we’re here,” he commented as they waited for the elevators to carry them to the fifth floor where they’d got some rooms booked for the entire pack. “It’s a time-honored American tradition!”

Lydia rolled her eyes at him as she was so fond of doing.

“So are Black Friday shopping sprees, which you don’t seem too inclined to attend,” she snarked back, sparking an hour-long bitchfest the rest of their group emphatically stayed out of.

With that any comment about weddings had completely left his head.

Which was why he was completely surprised when Peter “borrowed” him two days later for an entire evening. Lydia watched their getaway like a hawk and Stiles just knew that she would put all the pieces together soon enough and then hate him forever for not telling her sooner. He just knew.

“Are we gonna have loud, kinky sex while the others are busy, or what?” Stiles asked as he was led down the street by his boyfriend, and waggled his eyebrows at him.

“Mmm, maybe later,” the wolf replied and smirked at Stiles’ exaggerated huff of annoyance.

“Then where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Peter purred.

“Dude, you know how much I hate surprises!”

Peter met his gaze for a brief second and Stiles was able to detect fond amusement shining in them. Then the wolf got something out of his pocket.

“Well, you wanted somebody to get married,” Peter drawled and opened a ring box right in front of Stiles’ face.

He blinked at the ring and then at Peter, his mind unbelievably sluggish for a moment.

Peter couldn’t really–

Then the implications hit him like a freight train and his eyes widened.

“You–” he tried, but his words had deserted him.

There was really only one possible course of action.

Stiles jumped Peter right there on the sidewalk and gave unsuspecting passers-by a show by kissing the hell out of his soon-to-be husband.

Sam Wilkinson Imagine for Diani

“So this is (Y/N)?” Nash asked, looking at you. Sam had invited you to hang out with all his friends and meet them, and you were more than nervous.
“That’s me.” You said quietly, and Cameron smiled brightly. You thought he was going to shake your hand but he pulled you into a hug instead, patting your back.
“Nice to meet the girl Sam won’t shut up about.” He whispered and you laughed, blushing a little.
“I can understand why, though. I mean look at you, you’re adorable.” Nash added, coming up and shaking your hand.
“Thank you.” You said, smiling at them.
“I’m Aaron, nice to meet you.” Aaron said, walking up shyly to you. You gave him a hug and beamed at him, who was flanked by Taylor and Dillon.
“Nice to meet you too!” You exclaimed and Dillon laughed.
“You sound excited!” He said, and you rolled your eyes.
“Who wouldn’t be excited to meet a bunch of guys who smell nice?”
“I wouldn’t be. I don’t like guys.” Taylor chimed, making Sam laugh. His arm snaked around your waist and he ducked his head, kissing you at your temple.
“Awwww so cute!” Johnson cooed from the other side of the room, and Sam blushed.
“So, where are we going?” You asked, and Aaron answered.
“Six Flags, then the movies, right?” Aaron asked Shawn, who made his way over, grinning at you.
“Yeah, hope you’re not afriad of roller coasters.” He said cheekily and you shook your head.
“Nah, I think I can handle them.”
And then off you went, Sam driving his car and reserving you the passengers seat.
“Ladies first.” He said, opening your car door and helping you in.
“Whipped!” Gilinsky yelled, making Sam blush and flip him off over his shoulder.
Matt, Carter, Jacob and Aaron were squished into the back, the rest of the guys in Taylor’s rangerover.
After listening to the boys offkey singing and complaining, you felt right at home as Sam pulled into the parking lot, unbuckling his seatbelt.
He ran around the car and helped you out again, kissing you softly as the other guys hooted and hollered from the car.
“Shut up!” He yelled at them playfully, which only caused them to talk about how whipped their Sammy Boy was.
Taylor pulled up and everyone got out, walking up to get their tickets.
After about a half an hour of waiting and Taylor picking a fight with one of the security guards, you all were finally in.
The first thing they did was run for the biggest rollercoaster they could find, and before you knew it you were being secured in, Sam on your left and Jacob on your right.
“You can hold my hand if you want.” Sam said, and you took it graciously.
“I might pee myself so I hope you brought extra pants.” You said jokingly to him, and he smiled.
“You can wear mine. I need some nice tanned legs anyway.” He played along, and you laughed at the image of him walking around in his boxers.
“You two are the cutest couple ever, you know?” Jacob commented from next to you, and Sam blushed almost as hard as you did.
“Thanks, my man.” Sam said, and you heard Dillon laugh from behind you.
“Did you hear that? Jacob said they were cute and Sam thanked him! What does that even mean? ‘You guys are cute.’ 'Thank you, we try.’ What?” Dillon said loudly, and Sam chuckled.
“At least I got myself a cute girlfriend!” Sam yelled back, and Dillon blew a raspberry at him.
The ride started and you held onto Sam’s hand the whole time, shrieking as you went around the loop de loop.
The rest of the day consisted of the other boys calling you two cute and making everything awkward. At one point, Sam held your bag while you went on one of the rides he didn’t like, and Nash and Hayes yelled down from the top of it “You’re so whipped Sammy Boy!”, making Sam turn as red as a tomato. You had lost count of how many times he blushed that day.
When you guys arrived at the movies, Sam bought your ticket, refusing to let you pay and the boys all rambled on about how adorable you two were.
“Would ya just shut up? We know we’re cute.” Sam said, and you giggled.
The movie was a horror movie, and you scooted close to Sam and hid your face at the bloody parts, hoping they’d be over soon.
Matt saw and awwwed at you two, making kissy faces at Sam who threw popcorn back and wrapped a comforting arm around you.
The night ended fast, and before you knew it, Sam was driving you home, the boys too exhausted to even sing along to the radio in the back.
You arrived at your house and got out, giving Sam a goodbye kiss.
“Tonight was fun. I just hope your friends liked me.” You mumbled against his lips.
“They did. They think you’re perfect, just like I do.”
You said goodnight and walked up to your house, unlocking the door. He waited until you were inside to drive away, waving as he did so. You smiled and waved back, watching his headlights fade in the dark. You really were in love with that boy, and there was nothing you could do about it.


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Jack Gilinsky BFB - Part Three (;

                It’s been two days since Jack confessed to you and you’ve been texting non- stop. You made sure to go back downstairs where Y/F/N and Johnson were to make sure Y/F/N didn’t get suspicious about anything. Sure she told you about her crush on Johnson but it was a way different situation. Johnson wasn’t your brother, and if she ever found out you liked Gilinsky you have absolutely no idea how she would react. Although, you vaguely remember one of your old best friends having a crush on her brother and she completely freaked out. She made it clear that he was off limits and if she tried anything with him she’d be sorry. Then slowly you both drifted away from her and then you guys never talked to her again.

You didn’t want to lose your best friend, but you really felt something with Jack. Normally, Jack is the guy who has a relationship with a girl for a week or so then he breaks it off for someone else. You were not quite sure if Jack has ever really had a real relationship, and that worried you. What if he just does me like he does the other girls? What if I’m just his girl for the week? All these questions kept building up in your head, while getting ready for your date with him.

It being your first date and all really raised your level of nervousness. You couldn’t believe your first date would be with your best friends’ brother. Not only was he that, he was your longtime crush. You felt your stomach fill up with butterflies from the fact. You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing, you knotted your eyebrows in confusion of who could be calling you. Your parents were sleeping, as usual, and Jack wasn’t supposed to be here for another at least 30 minutes.  

You walked over to your phone and saw it was Y/F/N face timing you. Panic filled your body, she can’t know your about to go out with Jack, she’d absolutely flip. You hesitantly answered. “Hey.” You said in a shaky kind of tone. “Hey Y/N! What’s up? Why do you look like that?” She questioned, obviously seeing your hair half up on one side and half down and slightly curled on the other. Your eyes widened at her observation, you didn’t even think of how you looked before you answered the request. “Oh, I’m just experimenting. You know, I wanna try something different.” You said, hoping she would believe your lie. “Y/N, you hate curling your hair,” she pointed out, “you only do it when your forced, when there’s a really special event or when you’re trying to impress a boy.” She stated. You looked around your room in nervousness. You didn’t know how to reply. “No, I just want to try something new. It never hurts to do a little change, ya know.” She laughed. “You hate change Y/N. It’s a boy isn’t it?” she questioned.

Your eyes widened and your breath quickened, “What! No!” You exclaimed a little too quickly. She gave you a big smirk, “What’s his name?” “There isn’t a boy. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/F/N.” you lied, giving a slight chuckle. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I came over and we hang out all day?” she asked the smirk still plastered on her face. “NO!” you shouted quickly after her question, “I mean, I’m uh, busy today.” You stuttered out and she began cracking up. “What’s so funny?” you asked, clearly confused. “How you act when it comes to a boy.” She said. If only she knew this boy was her brother.

“Well little Miss. Awkward, I’ll let you finish getting ready for your little date with this mysterious guy, but I want to hear all about it when you get done. Okay?” you nodded. “Deal. Bye Y/F/N.” “Bye.” She finally hung up and you looked at the time you say you only had a little less than 20 minutes to finish getting ready. You began panicking a little because less than half of your hair was curled at it takes a while for you to do it. You silently thanked god that you already had your outfit on.

You didn’t wear anything too crazy for the date. You wore a normal pair of black skinny jeans and a cute floral shirt, topped with a leather jacket and some combat boots. (Idk if that’s really jacks type or if you like it or not but it’s my style so you can change it if you’d like) You luckily finished your hair in time and quickly got to work with you makeup. You applied some winged eyeliner and mascara, the usual. Just at you finished the last stoke on your eyelashes you heard your doorbell. You smiled to yourself and closed your mascara. You grabbed your phone, and some cash, then made your way downstairs.

You took a deep breathe before opening the door. “Hey Y/N!” Jack greeted with his heartwarming smile. “Hello Jack.” You smiled as he leaned in for a hug. “You look gorgeous, as always.” He complimented as you hugged. “Thanks Jack.” You giggled. You felt your cheeks burn as he gave you a gentle squeeze. You thought of when he did that in the kitchen two days ago and how happy it made you feel. After you pulled away you made sure your front door was locked. He sat his hand in the small of your back as he walked you to the passenger seat of his car. “Ma’ lady.” He said opening the door for you and gesturing you to get in. “Why thank you.” You giggled as he gently closed your door and jogged to the driver’s side, while you put on your seatbelt.

Jack got in and started the car. He put on his seatbelt and looked at you. You met his eyes and smiled, causing him to do the same. “I missed you.” He said leaned over to you and grabbing your hand. “I missed you too.” He laughed and removed his hand from yours and grabbed your face. “Not as much as I missed you.” He pointed out. “Oh yeah?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah.” He breathed out before smashing his lips on yours. You immediately kissed back feeling the avalanche of butterflies come rolling into your stomach. He pulled back, much to your dismay.

“So how about that date?” he smirked and began pulling out of your driveway. Once he was safely on the road to the destination he switched on the radio and then put his hand on your knee as he drove. You smiled at the gesture and put your hand on top of his. This earned a glance from him, he processed what you did and turned back to the road smiling like an idiot. You couldn’t help but smile yourself. You thought of the feeling of having his lips on yours. You thought about how soft and filling they were. There was something about the way they just so perfectly fit with yours, and how you felt like nothing else in the world mattered but having Jack by your side.

You remembered always having these mini fantasies in your head about having a relationship with Jack and getting to snuggle and kiss him all time. It’s all you ever dreamt about when you went to Y/F/N for a sleepover. You clearly remembered the first time you saw him without his shirt off, oh that was a beautiful sight. You even remembered the first time you meet him. Y/F/N complained about how gross and stupid he was and all you could think of was how cute he was. You can’t forget how that one simple and careless “hey” that came out of his mouth made you feel. Sounds quite dramatic but it always makes a girl feel great when their crush says something to them.

“Jack?” you asked, breaking the silence. “Hmm?” he mumbled, rolling his thumb in circles on your knee, making that specific area tingle from his touch. “Where exactly are we going?” you asked, curious of where your first date would be. Jack pulled up to a red light, “That’s a surprise babe.” He teased and gave you a sweet peck on the cheek as the light turned green. “Aw c’mon.” you complained, “Why you gotta be like that?” you saw a smirk form on Jacks face and you already knew wherever this date was going to be, it was going to be extraordinary.

Jack moved his hand that was placed on your knee and intertwined it with yours. “Trust me babygirl. You’re going to love it.” He reassured you and brought your hand to his mouth and gave it a kiss. 

A/N: don’t kill me for the cliffhanger. I had too. :D part four soon (;

The Wolf of Wall Street: Review

So I just got back from seeing The Wolf of Wall Street, and it really was a great movie. I totally understand why the film and it’s stars are winning and being nominated for all of these awards. It was funny, and over the top, and incredibly vulgar, but on the whole I enjoyed it very much. However a side effect of my movie viewing experience, is that it may have made me lose faith entirely in the human race.

Now that may sound to you like an overreaction, and maybe I would agree, after all it’s only a movie. But the reason I say that is not because of the movie itself, but because of the reaction to the movie by the people in the theatre.

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Me: *arrives home from late market run, turns to get groceries out of the back seat*

Deep Voice Behind Car: Hey pretty lady…

Me: *jumps about a foot and comes down spitting fire* You take one step closer and I will fucking cut you-…

Ragnar: WHOA WHOA WHOA! It’s me!

Me: GODDAMNIT, YOU ASSHOLE!

Ragnar: Sorry, did I scare you?

Me: YES YOU FUCKING SCARED ME, I ALMOST TOOK YOUR HEAD OFF!

Ragnar: …I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.

Me: *huff huff smoothes hackles*

Ragnar: Aww, babe…

Me: You’re carrying ALL the groceries.

Ragnar: I deserve that.