the selfies will continue until i get over my new hair

fake dating! zimbits

It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.

Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.

Shitty Knight: brah are you dying

Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.

Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?

Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok

Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

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okay but I feel like Harry would definitely send you nudes n shit while you’re in class

Like, you’d be listening to your professor lecture and your phone would vibrate and you’d take a quick glance and just about scream– it’d come out as a tiny garbled squawk.

And it’d be a thread of pics of him, starting from a selfie where he’s slumped into the couch in his donut hoodie with his messy nest of hair bc he didn’t feel like brushing it this morning so he just ran his fingers through it a couple of times and then called it a Grammy-worthy hairstyle. His face is neutral as he’s staring at the TV, the hood of the jumper hanging over his right shoulder and he just looks cozy and lazy. And then the second pic would be a pic of him looking down at some unknown thing off camera, but by the angle of the pic you deduce it’s his lap. And then the pic after that would be of him with his hand tucked into his black Nike running shorts, the outline of his knuckles showing that he’s cupping himself underneath. This picture would be followed by the caption, “im hard :(”

And you’d roll your eyes, typing back a quick “handle it” and locking your phone, setting it back on top of your textbook and continuing taking notes. It’d vibrate again, but you’d ignore it bc you don’t want to miss anything important. Then it buzzes again, and again, and again, and it keeps going at faster intervals and you know he’s aware that you’re ignoring him. You snatch it back up with a small, exasperated sigh, flicking through the 19 messages he’s shot at you. “help me!” “It hurts!!” “Don’t be so cruel :(” “baby I need you to cocks me through this!” “Get it? ‘Cocks’? Sounds like coax :D"

Then a pic of him all pouty with his big emerald eyes all doe-like. “just a quick one, c'mon. Just tell me what you’d do to me if you were here :)”

“I’d tell you that you sound like a fuckboy.”

“You answered so it worked”

“Because it was annoying. Now leave me alone I have work to do!”

And then a pic would come through of his bare hard-on, tucked out of his shorts and in his large hand with his fingers wrapped around it, pearls of pre-come shiny on the tip. “But I’m so hard for you :((”

You’d yelp, lowering your brightness to the lowest setting and tapping out an angry reply: “I’m. In. Public. You. Dipshit.”

“Scandalous ;))”

“do you want to get blocked again?”

“Tell me you wanna suck me off :)”

“if you use one more smiley face…”

“what, these? :)))) :-)))”

“Har, please. I have to go”

And before you shut off your phone a vid pops up and you see his face as the thumbnail, so you click it, glancing up quickly to make sure no one is watching and putting one earbud in.

“I’m really hard– s'like, it hurts a lot. And you’re not here and I just want you wrapped around me.” He frowns like a child, knuckling at his eyes and you can tell he woke up recently, even if it is one in the afternoon. “So ’m just gonna…hold on…this new phone’s a slippery one, innit? I’ve dropped it more times than I can count…”

The camera flips and, sure enough, there he is, all shades of red and purple, thick and veiny and bubbling over with jizz as he strokes himself at a medium pace, twisting every now and then to give the handjob some variety. “I just want you so bad, minx. Wanna push myself inside you while you’re all hot, wet, soft and tight…fucking hell, you’re so tight…”

You’d shift a bit, legs clamping out of instinct. He’s such a dick for doing this. You glance up and there’s 5 minutes left of class. You can make it.

He flips the camera back over to his face, where he’s leaning his head back against the sofa and biting his lips raw, tiny feathery moans oozing from them as his breathing gets heavier, his shoulders visibly jolting. “Oh, fuck me, doll. Make me come so hard, so much…Wanna taste you– just shove my face in between your pretty little legs and lick into you until you’re shaking.”

His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking and the veins in his neck chisel themselves into existence, his Adam’s Apple bobbing slowly as he swallows thickly. Sweat is beading his forehead, a few teeny curls sticking to his skin. You can see the hint of stubble that curtains the lower half of his jaw and trails onto the underside of his face and it only worsens the ordeal because you can just about feel it now, rubbing against your thighs as he’s in nose deep or scratching down the back of your shoulders as he takes you from behind. The little shit is staring directly into the camera and smirking, for fuck’s sake, licking the corner of his mouth and humming out a long groan. “Nice and hard for you, babygirl. Want you to fuck my brains out…”

The video ends there with Harry’s back arching off the couch, cutting off as he gives a watery yelp. You sit there, blinking tears of desperation from your eyes and trying to force the blush from your cheeks.

“When i get home, you’re fucked.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way ;)”

Boy’s Night: ReggiexReader! Mini Fic Part 1

hey guys! here’s another reggie oneshot :) feedback in my ask would be appreciated! edit: i decided to make this into a mini fic so if you want a part 3 with smut, lemme know!

Summary: Drunk Reggie texts when he’s at the bar with the bulldogs!

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol.

PART TWO HERE.

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anonymous asked:

I’m the anon who requested the rainy day kisses and you totally delivered the goods. :D Thank you!! I hope it’s okay that I send in another request because I really enjoy your scenarios. ^^ For the chocobros: post-game happy AU where everyone has a family and the bro has a heart-to-heart with their teenaged kid (for this request: a daughter for Gladio & Iggy, son for Prompto & Noct) who asked the bro about the moment they knew their s/o was ‘the one’. Thanks!

NOCTIS

Noctis walked into the training arena, watching his son warping from one end of the room to the other. He stood by the doorway, watching as Ferox panted, dropping his dagger to the ground with his hands on his knees.

“Giving up already?” Noctis called, and Ferox rose to his full height. At thirteen, he was almost as tall as his dad, stretching his back and allowing it to crack loudly before loosening up his shoulders.

“Mom said I should take combat training more seriously.”

Noctis snorted. “Sounds like something she would say.”

Ferox tried warping a few more times under his father’s supervision, but eventually gave up, collapsing in a heap on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out like a drunken starfish.

“This is too hard,” Ferox groaned, pinching his eyes shut. “I don’t get why she’s being so strict with me about this warping thing.”

Noctis came to sit down beside his son, nudging him until he sat upright. “Your mother has been through a lot in her past. She’s lost a lot of people, had to make sacrifices to save others. Warping is something that only those tied to the King’s magic can do. She knows that mastering it will keep you safe in the long run, so trust her on that.”

Ferox leaned his elbow on his knee, propping his chin up with his fist. “Is that how you met?” he asked.

Noctis shoved him lightly with his shoulder. “Maybe.” He sighed, remembering the day. “We’d met on the road one day. Magitek troopers had invaded the outpost we were visiting, and me and the guys decided to try and fight them off. But we were tired, careless. It had been a really long day. But then your mother came swooped in and basically took them all down single-handedly.”

Ferox’s mouth gaped. “Woah.”

Noctis nodded. “Yep. I knew then and there, as the dust settled, that I was in love with her.” He patted his son’s knee. “Enough resting. Wanna try again?”

“I guess I should,” Ferox conceded, rising to his feet. “Do you think Mom’ll spar with me if I ask her?”

“Hey,” Noctis teased, grabbing a pair of wooden swords from a bin. “You too good to spar with your old man?”

“You just said Mom was a better fighter,” Ferox countered, and yelped as Noctis took a playful whack at his shin.


PROMPTO

Solis was lounging on the couch, flipping through old photo albums. He had found one that was labelled with pictures from a little over twenty years ago. He blew his unruly blond hair, a feature he’d gotten from his father, out of his eyes as he opened the pages and scanned over the images.

The photos in the album were varied. Some were of scenery, some were taken during combat (Why, Dad. That’s definitely not a smart thing to do), and there were quite a few selfies that made Solis chuckle.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” His father’s voice made him jump as Prompto sauntered into the room and plopped down next to his son.

“Just looking at old photos,” Solis shrugged, flipping to another page. “Oh, hey, look…it’s Mom.”

Solis saw his dad’s face soften as he looked at the photo of the two of you. It was one that Prompto hadn’t taken himself—it was a candid shot Noctis had snapped of you at the Vesperpool by the water. It was right around the time you’d met, and you were standing too close together to be just friends. Prompto thought back to that moment, and chuckled to himself.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” Solis mimicked, causing Prompto to burst into a fit of giggles. Even at sixteen, Solis was the spitting image of his father. Same hair colour, same lanky build. But he had your eyes and your smile, which were Prompto’s favourite features.

“Just thinking about the moment I knew I wanted to marry your mom.”

Solis scrunched up his nose. “Dad, I don’t know if I want to hear that story.”

“Guess who’s gonna hear it anyway?” Prompto tousled Solis’ hair, much to his chagrin.

“Dad! I’m not five anymore!” he whined, but settled into the couch to listen to his father’s story. “Go on.”

“Your mom suggested one morning that we go take photos of the catoblepas,” Prompto pointed to a different photo, one that illustrated the creature. “She insisted on getting up close and personal with them. She figured it’d be better for the picture. So I’m set up with my tripod and my camera about five or six feet away, and she’s holding these mushrooms to get them to come closer.”

Prompto mimed the set up with his hands, and Solis nodded along the way.

“I was ready to take the shot, and she was posing, looking all cute. But then the catoblepas got so close. I yelled to warn her, but when she turned, she reached out her hand and pet the damn thing. And it actually nuzzled into her palm. Can you believe it?” Prompto sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. “A legendary creature, yielding to your mother. What a lady.”

Solis turned the page of the album and found the photo of you cozying up to the catoblepas. “One thing’s for sure,” he decided. “You’re both nuts.” He paused. “But I’m glad you found each other.”


GLADIO

Gladio knocked on Acacia’s door. Having a teenage daughter was not easy, and having a teenage daughter in full mood swings was enough to want to make Gladio pull his hair out. It reminded him of Iris when she was younger.

A muffled voice rang out. “Come in.”

Gladio opened the door to his raven-haired daughter lying face down on her bed, not even attempting to greet her father as he took a seat by her desk.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Acacia peeked an eye at him. “Nothing.”

Gladio folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t sound like nothing according to Mom.”

Acacia sat up, apparently triggered by whatever Gladio had said, irritation clear as day on her features. “She’s just so over protective!” she huffed, hands balling into fists. “I just wanted to go away for the weekend, and she won’t let me because she said she doesn’t know who else is going.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow. “Seems like a decent enough reason to say no to me.”

Acacia groaned. “Not you too.”

He smirked at her, shaking his head. “Do you know the moment I realized your mom was the one?”

She blinked slowly. “I don’t see how this is relevant to what’s happening right now.”

Gladio continued. “When I was on the road with the guys, I met her. She was definitely too good for me. Way too smart, way too pretty. And for some reason, she gave me the time of day. After what happened in Lestallum and we lost Jared, she offered to stay and take care of Iris and Talcott until we got back.”

Acacia looked at her father expectantly.

“I knew then, when she decided to put her whole life on hold to make sure that my family stayed safe, the last remaining family I had, that she was it. She cared so much about these people that she barely knew, took them in like they were her own and kept them safe while the world fell apart around them. And now she’s trying to do that for you. She lost a lot of people in the ten years of darkness, sweetheart. Try and understand that she’s being protective of you because she doesn’t want to lose you, too.”

Acacia let out a sigh, slumping her shoulders. “I guess I owe Mom and apology.”

“Guess you do.”

She nodded and rose to her feet, slowly making her way to the door.

“If you want to go camping,” Gladio offered. “I’d be more than happy to take you.”

“Thanks Dad, but no,” Acacia replied, stepping into the hallway. “I’ve got better things to do.”

Gladio rolled his eyes. Yeah, he thought to himself. Just like Iris.


IGNIS

It wasn’t often that Ignis and his daughter got to spend a great deal of time together because of his duties at the palace and her school schedule, but he relished the moments they did get to share. They often cooked together, concocting new recipes side by side.

“How come Mom doesn’t cook?” Aurora asked, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth. “Is it because she can’t?”

“She’s not extraordinarily proficient, but she gets by,” Ignis stated, and Aurora marvelled at how skilled her father was with a knife even though he was blind. “Actually, it was our first evening in together when she decided to cook for me that I realized how much I loved her.”

“Aw! Dad!” Aurora gushed. “Tell me! I love these stories.”

Ignis chuckled and kept at the chopping.

“She’d planned this whole dinner for the two of us. She knew that I enjoyed the culinary arts, and wanted to give it a go herself. I told her that it wasn’t necessary to go through all the effort, but she informed me that I’d cooked for her on multiple occasions, so it was only fair.”

Ignis smiled to himself at the memory.

“She ended up burning everything.”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh. “Dad! Why are you smiling? That’s terrible!”

Ignis could still smell the ruined dinner, the smoke coming from the oven and the shrill sound of the fire alarm beeping in the kitchen. He remembered the sound of your laugh, the sound of you swatting a broom at the alarm to get it to shut off, as it was just out of reach.

“She took such care to ensure that everything was perfect, but in the end, the meal being ruined hadn’t phased her spirit,” Ignis continued. “She ended up pulling out two servings of Cup Noodles, and we ate them together by candlelight.”

Aurora leaned her head against her father’s shoulder. “Dad, that’s so cute.”

“It was a special moment,” Ignis agreed. “I knew then that her resilience was something to be admired. I knew her before I was blind, as just a friend, and after I sustained my injury, she refused to leave my side. She’s always been more than I deserve, and she even gifted me with you.” Ignis reached out and wrapped an arm around Aurora’s shoulders, giving her a light squeeze.

“Love you, Dad,” she smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Ignis went to go stir a pot on the stove. “There is one thing you have in common with that night, come to think of it,” a mischievous lilt to his tone.

Aurora glanced over at Ignis. “Hm? What’s that?”

“Technically speaking, you were an accident as well.”

For a blind man, he was quite skilled at dodging flying spatulas.

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OMGGG PLS DO THE RFA + MINOR TRIO BEING VAGUELY FAMILIAR TO MC PLSS :DDDD (soz for caps tis 3 am and I'm hyPD)

Anon…. Anon I got this message at 2pm. What time zone are you in?!

Also, writing this was a challenge for Saeyoung, Saeran, and Vanderwood, as… well, if you’ve played Saeyoung’s route, you know why.


Sorry this is going up so far behind schedule, I’ve been sleeping for almost two days solid and I woke up and couldn’t find my computer. Turns out my roommate borrowed it and forgot to give it back. But here it is.


Yoosung

  • MC played LOLOL
  • I mean, she was nowhere near the level of SuperYoosung, the #2 of the shooting star server, but she’d gone toe to toe with a dragon alone once
  • On more than one occasion, MC got the change to fight SuperYoosung in game, and every time, even though her level was lower and she always lost, MC kept getting closer to beating him
  • When MC found out SuperYoosung was her Yoosung, she nearly flipped, having chatted with him on an open forum more than once
  • He’s super excited too, though he thought she was a guy because she didn’t have an open mic, and thus didn’t talk to people online
  • After a few months of either playing with Yoosung or watching him play, MC or MasterCoordinator finally manages to beat SuperYoosung in front of his entire guild

Jaehee

  • MC was a barista at a cafe Jaehee frequented for a while
  • Because Jaehee came in often and MC had a little bit of a crush, she knew Jaehee’s order by heart
  • MC also attempted to leave cute messages on the cups and draw cute images in the foam
  • However, Jaehee was usually so busy or stressed, she either didn’t notice, or  thought it was a cute cafe aesthetic
  • It wasn’t until Jaehee and MC were actually working together and MC made her a cup of coffee with an image drawn in the phone did Jaehee connect the two
  • MC revealed that one time, in a truly desperate attempt to get Jaehee’s attention, she wrote her number in the foam, but it was missed completely
  • Jaehee’s embarrassed she didn’t notice sooner, apologizes, and is happy things ultimately worked out
  • The main reason Jaehee kept going back to that cafe was because of the cute barista, that just so happened to be MC

Zen

  • Well, I mean, MC is a casual fan of his
  • But they take the same train
  • Now, Zen doesn’t ride the train all the time, but when he does, they usually end up on the same one
  • More than once she’s taken a sneak pic of him
  • So, in his route, MC was on the train home from work, in a chat, and Zen posted a selfie of himself in the train
  • A quickly scan located him, and he moment she was off the train, she posted it with a little comment
  • “Hope to ride with you again soon~ 😘”
  • Zen freaks in excitement
  • He all but interrogates her about her travel schedule, but MC gives him nothing
  • After he meets her in person, he recognizes her, grins from ear to ear, and say, “I knew you were my type!”

Jumin

  • Well, ironically, she was already a party planner for the rich and famous
  • They met in passing, a tense business smile here, and brief chats about the weather there, so on
  • And needless to say, his father had hit on her, but she turned him down in an instant, stating professionalism, but the truth was, she was creeped out
  • So when she was thrown into the midst of planning an RFA party, she practically had the whole party planned in an instant more out of habit than anything else
  • Jaehee host? Pfft, MC could do it! Not like it’s anything new!
  • One thing MC would remark on for years to come was Jumin’s face when he realized that she was the woman he was speaking to in the chats
  • While she “stayed” with him over the next few days, he was impressed with her work ethic and her ability to plan an entire party from flower arrangements to table settings to music and guests all from her phone
  • If anything, watching her keep a cool head when things went horribly wrong and one thing happened after another, it made Jumin fall more in love with her
  • He genuinely regrets not getting to know her sooner

Saeyoung

  • Well, it took them a little while to recognize each other, but MC put the pieces together eventually
  • It turned out they grew up in the same neighborhood, going to the same church
  • MC had seen him a lot in passing, but had only spoken to him once or twice
  • MC didn’t know much about him, not even his name, she just knew that things were bad at home, he had a twin brother, and if he wasn’t with his twin, he was alone
  • A few times, she came over and gave him things like food, candy, and the like, in the hopes of coaxing a smile out of him, but they never came
  • Saeyoung didn’t immediately recognize her because (1) she had short hair back then, and (2) MC had changed a lot with puberty
  • And while Saeyoung doesn’t like talking about his past or his childhood, he likes that he has someone who was there and understands who is here for him

V

  • MC worked at a gallery as a glorified secretary for the curator
  • V had sold his pictures at the gallery and they’d spoken casually a few times, but he never knew her
  • However, being the polite guy he is, V always remembered her name
  • When they met again, he wasn’t sure until he saw her picture, and he continued to be friendly and polite
  • MC was the first to ask why he hadn’t released any new works lately, as she was a fan
  • When they did meet again, face to face, she openly admitted to him that she’d always harbored a small crush for him
  • The blush on his face was super cute

Saeran

  • Did you think he did his pink tipped hair alone?
  • I don’t think so
  • … okay, after a while he did, but not at first!
  • No, at first, Saeran had to go to a hair stylist
  • MC was new to being a stylist, but she did his hair with impeccable care
  • he found that having her do his hair was incredibly soothing, even if the environment was not
  • Until Saeran could learn to do his hair by himself, he went to MC to get his hair dyed and touched up whenever his roots started to show
  • Because of this, he was able to watch her and get an idea of the kind of person she was (namely that was naive enough to fall for her coworkers tricks from time to time)
  • So when he needed to find a person to plant into the RFA, MC immediately came to mind

Vanderwood

  • MC had once worked with the agency as a independent consultant
  • She didn’t know any details of their operations
  • All she did was consult on several projects
  • She was also legally gagged and threatened
  • One of the projects she worked on was with Vanderwood directly, but not for any long duration of time
  • And honestly, he didn’t remember her until she remembered him
The Reality of Being a Woman in the Music Industry

Hi guys! I realize it’s been an eternity since my last blog post, my apologies. Today however, I was feeling rather inspired. I thought I’d share with you, from my point of view, the reality of being a woman in the music industry today.

My sister and I have been in this business since we were 15. Sitting here now at the age of 24, I feel like I have some fairly-decent insight and a whole lot of experience on the subject.

Prepare for weird, sexist comments.

 The way we started was on YouTube. It all started as sunshine and rainbows in the beginning; lots of “wow you guys are so greats” and “keep uploading” types of comments. However, after the first, I guess you’d say, “big video” for us, we realized that this industry was a whole lot tougher than they lead you to believe. It was around the 300k subscriber mark when the comments comparing our looks and voices against one another began, the “you sucks” as well as the “take your shirts off” or the “are they kissing yet” comments. At this point, we were freshly 17-years-old, still in high school living in a small town of 1,200. It was a hard dose of reality, but you could say coming up on this platform gives you a very, very thick skin. Friendly reminder; it’s a whole lot easier to say mean, rude or hurtful things behind a username and a computer screen. We held our heads high and continued-on this journey with confidence because passion is passion.

From 18 to 19, let’s just say a lot of things changed. We went from living in a small town to living in Nashville, with no friends except our champion of a mama, going into this business fearlessly. We not only lived in a new city in a new house, but were also spending a large amount of our time in LA. Now LA is crazy at any age you go there, but to us it was the biggest culture shock. At this point in time, the thought of living there was a joke. (little did we know we’d want to move there in just one short year.) Anyway, this is when what Liz and I like to call “music business university” began.  Here’s just a few of the highlights of what we learned about being a young woman (or woman) in this business:

Are you a cute boy who sings? No? Keep moving please.

 This was possibly the most frustrating part of performing live. At 18, 19, 20, you’re already insecure about growing into the woman you will be and constantly comparing yourself to the impossible standard that society sets us up against. However, Liz and I stepped on so many stages owning ourselves and accepting who we were at that point in time. The most difficult part came when we would follow or open for the young, attractive teen boys. To go from watching most of the girls in the audience screaming until their voices were gone and quite literally throwing themselves at the stage to rolling their eyes when we stepped on stage and mouthing insults to you and their friends was all sorts of discouraging. We could never understand where we were lost in translation. What did we do? Why don’t they react to our show like they do the young boys? Why aren’t we teenage boys? It was as if there was a mute button everyone pressed when a girl stepped on the stage.

  

Hair and makeup

 Let me just say this: it is terrifying to walk into a new hair and makeup situation with a stranger who doesn’t know what kind of makeup you like. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had to “suck it up” and deal with what makeup and hair we were given that day because there “wasn’t enough time” to fix it. Talk about a confidence killer. I understand why most artists have a hair and makeup person they know they like travel with them, unfortunately we never had this luxury.

 Not only that, but you have to make sure you have at least 2 extra hours to “get camera ready” or “stage ready.” This already puts us 2 hours less of sleep behind the boys, and yet we are still expected to get out there and do the same things. Not to mention you feel like the biggest diva ever for “demanding” enough time to get to looking like the standard everyone holds a young woman to look like.

Make sure you’re tan, skinny, wearing a good outfit, and push up your boobs if you’ve got them.

The impossible standards women are held to in society and in the music business are infuriating. Say you have an 8 AM soundcheck. As a woman, to adhere to society standards, you’d need to get up at 6 AM, workout, take a shower then head to your soundcheck. Then you’d head back to the bus eat, get your face and outfit on for the meet and greet at 3, then head back to the bus and change into yet another outfit (because outfit repeating is a no-no,) then head to stage at 7. Now keep in mind, if you were a boy you could have used this time to take a nap if you wanted. You play your set, hop off stage and back to the bus. Odds are there are a handful of people to meet or see after your set, then you wait for the headliner to finish around 11. You say your goodbyes, do a few more selfies and head to sleep at around 1. This leaves us a whole 5 hours of sleep. We are tired and we get up and do it all over again every morning.

Remember, you’ll do all this work to be 1 of the 4 female voices on the Country Top 40 Chart today.

I’m not writing this post to complain. I love every second of every minute of what I do. I just wanted to write this post to make more people aware of how hard women work in the music business. Now I’m not saying men don’t work hard, because they do. I just feel like society forgets all the extra little things women are expected to do. Be kind, be respectful, and remember that we’re doing this because we want to connect with you and share our stories with you, among many other things. We’re all that 8-year-old girl singing karaoke in her mirror, daring to dream big enough to make it in the big leagues. Next time you hear a female voice at a show, on the radio, at a bar, put yourself in her shoes. She’s honored to have the opportunity for you to hear her voice and her songs. She is probably running on little to no sleep and spent the last week picking out her perfect outfit. She might have just come from a meeting where someone told her no, or maybe this is her second show of the day where she was ignored by the male artist’s fans and she’s feeling discouraged. You don’t have to like her music, but respect her. You never know what battles she had to fight to get to where she is today. As women, if we all stood together and supported one another not only in music but in life, what an amazing world it could be. Women, listen to your fellow women.

Nathan Prescott x Fem!Reader ~ Colors

Originally posted by chronosphere-child

The smoke lingers in the air only for a short moment before the wind blows the grey cloud away. Absently you wipe away the ash, which is falling on your knee from the cigarette that dangles dangerously between your lips.

A loud noise brings you back into the reality. One of the new kids probably lost a bet and had to activate the fire alarm. It happens quite often.  

The burning end of your cigarette lights once more as you inhale the smoke. You are not even thinking about leaving your favorite spot. The stairs in front of the back door of the school is a lonely place. Not even Samuel comes back here very often. It’s your time to be alone for a bit… until yet.

The door gets pushed open roughly. You are not fast enough to make space for the hurried visitor. The person bumps into you. “Hey!”, you exclaim extremely pissed, but your next words get stuck in your throat.  

Just a few inches away lies a gun on the stairs. A real weapon on the campus. Without a word the boy picks up the gun to shove it back into the safety of his red jacket. Clear blue eyes meet your [E/C] ones. You notice no color in them. Not a sign that these orbs are actually alive. Not a single feeling in them except for pure panic. Just dead blue eyes.

Neither of you says a word, but both of you know you saw the gun. “Want to take a puff?”, you break the ice cold silence, while you hold out your cigarette for the boy to grab. Nathan clenches his hands even tighter into fists. His knuckles are completely white by now.

“Cat got your tongue? … Or is the infamous Nathan Prescott afraid of smoking?”, a slight smirk appears on your lips matching to your mocking tone. “I don’t even know you!”, his mind is still racing, which results in being unable to form more than a single stupid sentence.

Your challenging pose triggers his arrogance. Nathan takes the cigarette with his free hand. Like you a few moments ago he releases a cold grey cloud. The two of you stare at each other through the smoky air, which makes the situation a bit mysterious. You are still waiting for a warning or his usual “I will sue you”-line, but after his first puff he seems more relaxed.

At least that’s what his dead blue eyes tell you. “That’s not a cigarette”, Nathan states after another moment. You give him a slight shrug, “I never said it’s one.” He doesn’t make attempts to give you back your Mary Jane.  

“You know you are chilled more fun, Prescott”, you are ready to continue with your probably shitty day. Nate grabs your arm to stop you from walking away, “If you say a word about what you saw I …” Bored you roll your eyes and interrupt him, “You’ll sue me and my family. Get yourself a few new lines, Prescott.” Matching to your sarcasm you take back your “cigarette”. It finds its old spot between your lips as you make your way back to your dorm.  

Of course you can feel his blue eyes on you. It’s probably the first time someone spoke back to him like you just did. To be honest you never saw such lifeless eyes. Somehow you want to fill them with colors and emotions. Even if you are not sure Nathan makes it to the day he gets twenty years old with this dangerous lifestyle of his. Such a shame for those beautiful but dead blue eyes…


Nathan grabs the strap of his camera tighter. Since three people saw him with a gun his mind is racing nonstop. He almost feels the pressure on his shoulders. It’s like a weight that drags him down into the darkness.

Suddenly Nathan stops mid-step as something or better said someone catches his full attention. You are lying on the grass with your own camera in your hands. The light shines on your [H/C] hair in a certain way that lures him in. Nate never payed attention to colors and light in pictures, but right now he feels inspired. There is a need to freeze time with help of a photo. Not his usual black white ones. A picture that lives because of the colors.

Without noticing Nathan comes closer until you notice his presence. “Prescott”, you greet him still focused on your camera. “[L/N]”, he responses in the same tone. Not even a bit surprised you raise your head to see what he wants. The sunlight blinds you for a second so you shield your eyes with your hands to get a better look at him.

It might be the light but he seems more alive for a second. “You did your research. Good but not necessary. I didn’t say a word to anyone about your… toy”, you get back to your work taking more pictures. For a brief moment anger washes over Nathan. Why does his reputation keep haunting him? He is way more than this … at least he was once more than his reputation, but that’s a long time ago.

Insecure Nate wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. His head doesn’t work the way it used to do. Not a single word comes over his lips. “You are still here, Prescott…”, you comment his stand by modus amused. Only one glimpse at his face tells you to keep your sarcasm low.

Nathan, who rules the whole Blackwell Academy and half of Arcadia Bay, stands in front of you like a lost puppy. And that’s pretty close to how he feels.  

“Make yourself comfortable. Take a puff. You know, chilled more fun”, you give him your Mary Jane, while you release a last grey cloud of smoke. Uncertain about his decision Nate sits down an arm length away from you. “I don’t bite, Prescott”, he places his camera between you and him to reduce the distance. It’s just a little move and still he feels a bit closer to you.

Neither of you disturbs the beautiful silence with lame small talk. The sounds of the nature mixed with the clicks of your camera is exactly what he needs right now. Nothing bothers him. Not even a single bad thought tortures him. His reputation stays away. His family stays away. Everything is perfect even if it’s just a beautiful illusion for a few moments.

Like you two have done this before you hold out your hand towards him and Nate gives you back the Mary Jane. Out of the corner of his eyes he watches your movements closely. The cigarette dangles between your lips. The smoke that dances around your face in a perfect way. There is nothing you do differently and still your grey cloud of smoke seems more alive than his whole body.

“So, Marijuana”, Nate states before he could hold himself back. “Yup, keeps my sick mind sane. Sometimes I feel like an overflowing sink, but with drugs I’m just a colorful sunrise”, you explain as you lay aside your camera. It’s an unusual explanation, but Nate understands every word you say. Your Marijuana reminds him of his blue pills he takes sometimes to turn off his mind.

Adrenaline rushes through his veins by now. All the time he wished for someone who understands what he is going through. A person who looks behind his reputation and his bad poker face. Excited Nathan points at your camera, “I saw a few of your pictures. They are not bad.” And as soon as his self-esteem got pushed it’s beaten down again.

You literally can see how Nathan realizes what he said a second ago. There is this pure panic in his eyes again. At least you know what he tried to say, “Well, thank you. Yours are not bad either… Just a bit colorless. Don’t get me wrong. I love black and white pictures, but the world is already grey enough. The most people can’t see the colors around them anymore.”  

Nathan’s relieved next words get stuck in his throat as snow starts to fall. “Oh my god! Is that really happening?”, you hold out your hand to catch one of the snowflakes. It’s still pretty warm so why is it snowing? “Let’s take a selfie together to prove what we just saw!”, you exclaim excited like a child, while you grab your camera.  

You press your shoulder against his to get both of you onto one picture. Nathan isn’t even near to being ready for a selfie. Your energy and spontaneous way overwhelms him a bit … but in a good way. The picture shows you smiling and Nate being confused.  

“Wow, handsome”, you tease him smirking, which makes him blush for a brief moment. “You know; you are not even close to the things people say about you. The most people just don’t you know yet. Hell, you are quite nice … for a Prescott”, you say honestly as you take more pictures of the snowfall.

Nathan’s heart skips a beat just to continue to beat as twice as fast than before. He always was a book with a big unbreakable lock, but you are tearing through his pages and his ink without trouble and fear of what you might find between the lines. You don’t care about the things he has done or the status of his family. A day ago you saw him with an effing gun and still say he’s quite nice. How is that even possible?

Nate opens his mouth to reply also something hopefully nice as someone calls his name. Victoria waves her arm to tell him they have places to be. And the sad reality caught him again in its darkness. A quiet sigh comes over his lips, while he turns his head to face you once more.  

In the meantime, you got your bag and make your way towards the girl dorms. Against your sake you throw a last glance over your shoulder just to find Nathan already looking at you. The lifeless cloud lures him in so you give him your best smile.  

“Stay strong, Prescott.” It won’t be easy to bring him back on track, but he is worth the try…


“You are hanging out with [Y/N]?”, Victoria states the obvious surprised. “Yeah, got a problem with that?”, Nathan replies not as rough as he wished for. “Actually yes”, another voice behind them joins the conversation without their permission.  

David Madson crosses his arms as the two students turn around to face the security guard. “I don’t care about your opinion”, Nate is still high on the colors you spread in your near. Everything inside of him screams for inner peace and silence.  

“Oh, you will, boy. You are not going to lay a single finger on [Y/N]. She is a lovely girl with the power to do great things in her future, while your presence is just like poison. Killing everything nice in a person. You are toxic and not good for her”, David states fuming. You remind him of Chloe and he will do everything it costs to keep you safe from people like Nathan.

Victoria looks at said boy waiting for him to defend himself. There is nothing. It scares Nate how true David’s words are. He only is going to dull your sparkle and wash away your colors. “You are crazy, old man. Let’s go, Nate”, Victoria just drags him with her towards the halls of Blackwell. “I will keep an eye on you, Prescott”, David yells after them.

His words keep playing in Nathan’s head over and over again. They ignite his doubts and those bad thoughts to torture him again. “What’s wrong with you? Are you scared of this wannabe security guard? Your father will sue him and his whole family until there is nothing left of them!”  

Nathan doesn’t even listen to Victoria anymore. He needs to stay away from you, but how will he manage that?


Matching to the grey sky a few raindrops fall to the ground. The whole scenery is just as depressing as the fact that Kate tries to take her life. “No! Kate!”, you exclaim on the brink of tears. Your heart clenches painfully at the sight of your long-term friend.

She stands on the edge of the rooftop of the Prescott Dormitory. Her arms stretched out ready to jump into the emptiness. Fear paralyzes you completely. Not a single fiber of your body moves to safe Kate from her destiny.  

“Do a backflip!”, one of the students yell through the thick tension you can almost grab with your hands. It snaps you out of your helplessness. Tears run down your cheeks as you hit Victoria’s cellphone out of her hand. The anger wells in you like a volcano. “Are you fucking delirious? That’s a brand new…”, she starts to rant about your action.

“Are you even human?! There is a girl wanting to taker her life because of all of you!”, no one can feel the pain in your chest. Neither the fear to lose someone you are really close to. It tears Nathan apart to see you like this.

A crying mess and still perfect in every way fighting for the things you believe in. Victoria keeps arguing about her phone, while your eyes are glued to the rooftop. There is still hope for a miracle. No one got your back. No one keeps you company as you go through hell right now.

Nathan gives himself a mentally push to stand by your side. That’s his fault. All of this chaos came alive through his hands. Kate attempting a suicide. You crying your eyes out. David was right all along. His presence is like poison. His touch is toxic. It kills everything around him. He is no good. Especially for you…

Nathan takes your hand softly in his to let you know you are not alone. Everyone can see what he just did, but he doesn’t care anymore. Even Victoria stops her hate parade. You give his surprisingly warm hand a slight squeeze. It’s more than a lame “I appreciate that”. You don’t want to admit it, but you need him right here, right now.

Little do you know he needs you as much as you need him. You keep the bad thoughts and his doubts away. Nathan really tried to avoid you, but something keeps pulling him towards you over and over again. He’s like a moth drawn to the flame. You two smoked now and then together the last few days. It’s not really hanging out together, but he wished it would be more than that.

You snap Nate out of his thoughts as you let go of his hand. Relieved but still crying you bury your face in his shirt. Max talked Kate out of taking her life. It doesn’t matter it wasn’t you, her best and probably only friend. Kate’s alive … for now.

Nathan wraps you up tightly in his arms. “It’s okay. It’s over”, he isn’t the best at comforting, but at least he tries. And suddenly Nate is the colorful one of you two. The optimist hanging onto life. “Prescott! Into my office”, Principle Wells disturbs your little moment. Nathan’s blue eyes meet your concerned [E/C] ones.  

“You are in trouble, right?”, you can see it clearly in them. His doubts, his panic, his bad conscious. He releases you to follow Well’s order, “I’m never in trouble.” Oh, he is. And now you are pulled apart at the seams. Do you want your old life, which is Kate coming down from the roof, or your new life, which is Nathan who transformed from the villain to your shining knight in armor.

Your heart is torn so badly. Kate said all along he isn’t good for you. But what are you supposed to do?!


Sighing you inhale the smoke like your life depends on it and somehow it does right now. You let fill up your lungs with the grey cloud, while your mind gets knocked out by the drug. You are not allowed to smoke in the dorms, but who cares?  

A light knock catches you off guard. For a second you hope it’s Kate even if a part of you know it can’t be your friend. She is in a hospital hopefully getting better so she can leave soon. As you make your way towards the door you give the still white canvas a kick. Of course your creativity and inspiration leave you on your own when you need them most to distract your sick mind. That’s it. Your own personal chaos.  

“Prescott”, you exclaim surprised. “Hey… uh… I just wanted to check on you”, he gives you a slight smile you have never seen before on him. You can tell it’s honest. Nathan cares about you probably more he wants to admit.  

“Okay, I guess. Thanks for asking”, you step aside so he can come in. Nate accepts your offer and looks around taking in every little detail that tells him more about you. “Are you in trouble?”, you won’t beat around the bushes anymore. You want answers. Now. Nathan shrugs as he steps over the canvas that still lies untouched on the floor. “Tell me the truth”, you grab his hand to get his full attention, “I can see it in your eyes.”

Nathan escapes your grip roughly, “Do not analyze me! … Please.” He starts yelling, but ends up whispering the last word in a plead. An ice cold silence appears for a few moments. You pushed him to the limit what the people around him always do. It shows you how close to the edge he is.

“Is Kate … alright?”, he tries desperately to keep going the conversation. Nathan wants to make sure he didn’t destroy everything between you two. “Uh… I don’t know. She didn’t want to see me, but she is alive. That matters, right?”, you can’t fool him with your faked smile. Nathan already can tell the difference between them. Both of you know Kate rejected you because of him.  

The pure sadness in your eyes kills him inside. That’s more torturing than his doubts screaming at him in his head in this moment.  

You are no good for her. You are poison. You kill everything around you. Your touch is toxic. You will drag her with you into the darkness. You know that…

Nathan wraps you up in his arms as a single tear escapes your eye. You cling onto him for your dear life. To hold you in his arms feels so wrong and right at the same time. These unknown feelings you trigger in his chest are addictive. He doesn’t want to live without them anymore and still…

You lied. You lied all of your life and you dragging an innocent person with you. You will go down with your mask of lies. First suspended, then jail and death will be your last station. You can’t hide this side of yours forever. [Y/N] will find it and leave you because you are truly a monster.

“Nathan?”, you snap him out of his pretty dark thoughts again. The way your [E/C] eyes look into his soul makes him feel vulnerable. It’s almost like you can see into his soul. To your surprise he leans forwards to press a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry”, Nate means every word. “There is no need to apologize”, you reply slightly smiling. Oh, there is. You just don’t know it yet.

Nathan presses his lips into a thin line as you turn around to get your cigarette from the ashtray. It’s for sure he can’t go on like this forever. One day he is going to explode and spill every single secret he keeps. But for now he just wants to enjoy the time you two have left.

“I haven’t eaten in a while. Want to go the Two Wales Diner?”, you suggest wanting to get out of the dormitory for a bit. Your room seems like a prison cell showing every single memory you want to forget right now. “Yes… Uh… Here”, Nate puts his red jacket over your shoulders. You mumble a shy “Thank you” as he takes your hand in his like it always belonged there.

A few of the students stop for a second and stare at you two walking through the hallways holding hands. Nathan isn’t really the person of showing his feelings openly, but with you it’s different. He wants you to be part of his life and he wants everyone to know that. Your presence by his side pushes his self-esteem so extremely. Nate never felt that perfectly fine before without taking his meds.  

“What a beautiful sight! Mrs. [L/N] and Mr. Prescott together”, both of you stop immediately. Of course you recognize the voice of your teacher Mr. Jefferson. Nathan’s whole body stiffens and he gives your hand almost a painfully squeeze.  

“I need to speak with you, Mr. Prescott. Your last work was … not what I expected of you”, Jefferson doesn’t wait for an answer and walks a few steps away. There is an unspoken order Nathan should follow him. “Go to your dorm and stay in there”, he avoids to look into your eyes. You would see sheer panic in them. You don’t question his plead because of his shaking voice. Something is up and he doesn’t want to involve you.

Without looking back over his shoulder Nathan catches up to Mr. Jefferson. His happiness turned into a cold fist of panic clenching his heart together in its iron grip. “So, [Y/N]. I never thought of her to be our next guest in the Dark Room”, Mark takes his glasses of to clean them.  

“No! Please!”, Nate exclaims a bit too loud for Jefferson’s taste. The boy can feel how he traps himself in the net of his teacher. “Oh, you like her. That’s surprising me now”, Mark enjoys the fear in his widened blue eyes. Another mistake on Nathan’s list. “The Vortex Club plans a party. I want to see both of you there. You know the routine”, Jefferson orders without a trace of mercy and usually he gets what he want.  

“Have a good day, Nathan”, Mr. Jefferson leaves pleased with the outcome of this conversation. Nate feels how his mind completely shuts down as he realizes what he has done to you. He made the only person that genuinely cares for him to Mark’s prey. You are in serious danger.

That’s your fault. You are no good for her.

Tears start to pool in his eyes as he runs his fingers through his hair. No matter how he hard he thinks there is only one way to keep you safe. It’s going to rip him apart. It will turn his heart to stone, but it needs to be done.

“I’m sorry”, a single tear runs over his cheek.


It costs all your courage to raise your shaking arm. The light knock on the door keeps repeating in your head. There is an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Panic? Maybe. You haven’t heard from Nathan for hours since he sent you back to your dorm. And by now your heart tries to break through your ribcage to be free for the first time.

After an eternity Nate opens the door finally to reveal the mess he has become. His room is completely dark. All the blinds are closed, while the air is smoky. “[Y/N] …”, there is so much desire in his tired voice, but his once more dead blue eyes say something different. His mind is made up, but his body declines his decision. Now he wages a fight behind his mask.

“Is… everything okay? I was waiting for you and … I’m concerned. No, that’s not true. I’m scared”, you stumble over your own words. Nathan almost takes a step forward to wrap you up in his arms, but only releases a loud sigh.  

“Okay, there is something I need to tell you. I was only playing with you. Hayden and me had a bet running. I couldn’t know you would fall for me and clinging on me like your life depends on it. I have a reputation to keep so could you just stay away from me? It’s like one of your stupid colorful pictures. I was red. You are blue. Together we are purple. And know what? I hate fucking purple”, every word he says rips your heart slowly apart. Piece by piece.  

Against your sake tears escape your eyes. You don’t want to cry in front of him like a lovesick fool, but your body betrays you. “Nathan”, between the rushed breaths you manage to say his name hoping to change his mind. “Don’t make a scene now, [L/N]”, you can’t see how he clenches his hands into fists. Oh, how lovely it would be to punch himself right now.

“Nathan”, you try your luck again not knowing how close you are to tearing through his walls. “Leave. It’s better for you”, with that Nate closes the door. The wood isn’t thick enough so he can hear you crying for a few moments. That’s probably the most heartbreaking sound he has ever heard.  

Nathan rests his forehead against the cold door. Why can’t he do one single thing in his life right? With you he had everything and now he is on his own again. His only partner by his side is his bad conscious. He hurt himself with hurting you so badly.

“Nathan? You forgot your jacket on the ground”, Hayden knocks for a moment, but gives up easily as Nate doesn’t answer. You left it behind like he did it with you. He doesn’t want to get his jacket back, which has your scent on it probably. Suddenly all his walls break and Nathan curls up in a ball on the floor to cry his eyes out.  

Behind the blinds occurs the eclipse telling about the danger that comes towards Arcadia Bay.


“I’m so ready for the End of the World Party tonight. I can’t even decide what I should wear”, Victoria exclaims excited as she texts someone else at the same time. Nathan only nods his head hoping it would be enough answer for her. It’s no secret how heartbroken he is. The last few days he just hid himself in his room.

He is tired of keeping up his mask of lies. The sadness he bears in his heart drags him down. Even farther he ever was before. “Come on, Nate. You are no fun at all”, Vic notices his lack of attention. He wants to reply something as his mind shuts completely down.

There you are chasing down a blue butterfly with your camera in your hands. A slight smile appears on his lips taking in every move you make. He notices that you are not as colorful as usual. A cloud of sadness floats around you. It’s clearly to see you are heartbroken too.

“Can you believe it? [Y/N] almost begged that she can come to the Vortex party without being a member. So pathetic”, Victoria rolls her eyes confidently. Nathan’s smile fades away immediately, “What?! When?!” He grabs Vic’s arm desperate for the information.

“Chill down, Nate. She asked me yesterday, but I said no. Who does [Y/N] think she is?”, she replies escaping his iron grip. “But you are in, right?” The world around him starts to spin. His mind races and is blank at the same time. You are still in danger even if he stays away from you. Jefferson took a liking in you. He will do everything it takes to get what he wants.

“[Y/N] is not allowed on this party, okay? Tell everyone so she really has no chance to come. I don’t want to see her there”, panic rushes through his veins. Finally, Victoria lays her phone aside to look at him, “I know you two had something for a very short time – just to mention, but isn’t that a bit too dramatic? … Oh man, she really broke your heart.”

Nathan gets up from his spot on one of the picnic tables to pace around like a wild animal. “No, I fucked up this time. It’s my fault.” Vic furrows her eyebrows confused. He never admitted one of his mistakes so why now?  

“You are acting really weird, Nathan”, she says, but doesn’t get a reaction from him. “I need to sort a few things out. I’m back for the party”, Nathan runs towards his car without a goodbye. Victoria crosses her arms fuming he cares more about you than for her. She is still his best friend after the two went through together.  

“Hey, [L/N]! Still want to go to the Vortex party?”


“God, I’m so sorry”, Nathan whispers to himself, while running his fingers through his hair nonstop. He tried everything he can think of to keep Jefferson away from you. He begged, offered money from his parents, threaten to go to the police. Nothing worked.  

“Everybody hates me. Everybody … even [Y/N]”, he made a lot of mistakes but pushing you away was the worst of them. Somehow Nate always managed to keep his broken world up, but now it’s crashing into thousand tiny pieces, which are burying him underneath them.  

You are worthless. Are you finally accepting it? Took you long enough, Prescott.  

“Shut up! Shut up! … I know, don’t rub salt in my wounds. My life is hell”, Nathan tries to block out the voices in his head, but they keep screaming at him. This will never end. He is a prisoner of his own mind. The other guests of the Diner don’t even pay attention to the broken boy. Exactly like his whole life was.  

“She is better off without me”, is he trying to convince himself or the voices in his head? Nate closes his eyes wishing himself far away from his problems. “Nathan! You are out of your mind again!”, Victoria snaps him out of his thoughts as she sits down on the other side of the table. “The party is in half an hour. You have to be fit for that!”  

For a second he stares at her with his blue eyes, “For getting high I don’t need to be fit. Could you leave me alone?” He buries his face in his hands. “But the Vortex Club got a special guest! You don’t want to have a tripping mind in front of [Y/N]?”

Nathan lowers his hands in slow motion to look at Victoria, “What did you just say?” Maybe his mind plays a prank on him. Maybe all of this is just a super twisted dream. “You are going to clear things out with [Y/N]. Maybe after one or two drinks”, Vic explains her plan to bring you two back together. It’s not her intention to see Nate or you happy.  

“No! She is not coming! I told you!”, anger washes over him as he slams his fist on the table. Victoria isn’t frightened of him anymore when he does this. “Calm down. She probably is not going to show up anyway. That little brat had a nice conversation with Mr. Jefferson. He is worried about her and then they took a walk together”, Nate can see the jealousy in Vic’s eyes. Little does she know what monster Jefferson is. A monster on its hunt.

Without a further word Nathan runs out of the Diner directly towards his car. He plants himself behind the steering wheel as he searches through his pockets for his phone. Just in case he got your number if something like this happens.

A mixture of panic, adrenaline and energy rushes through his veins. It keeps his hands from shaking too much. “[Y/N] here. I can’t answer right now. Leave a message or try it again later. Thanks!” Mumbling a ton of curse words Nate throws his phone on the passengers seat.  

The car’s engine comes a live with a roar. Not caring about the traffic rules Nathan drives like a maniac back to the Blackwell Academy. A lot of students make their way towards the swimming hall where the party is located. He snaps his phone in case you call back before he gets out of his car to look for you. “Nate! The party started already!”, Taylor informs him smiling.  

What if Jefferson got her already?!

Nathan pushes himself to run as fast as possible to the hall. His heart stops for a second. How is he supposed to find you in the chaos of the party?! It’s too full of people and too dark to recognize a single familiar face in a rushed manner.

Nate boxes his way through the crowd as someone puts his hand on his shoulder. “Nathan! Good you are here!”, Hayden yells over the loud music. “Have you seen [Y/N]?!”, his panic grows every second he doesn’t know if you are safe. The already high boy shakes his head.  

On the limit he runs his fingers through his hair. Maybe someone else saw you. But the most people are way too wasted to recognize even their own parents. Suddenly a light beam shows Jefferson in the crowd of celebrating teenagers.  

Nathan knows he’s after him since he declined to drug you for the Dark Room. But as long he is on the party you are still out of his reach. Now it’s a game on time. Who finds you first?

Nate turns back to run to the Prescott Dormitory. You might be there safe in your room, where Jefferson never can’t get you. He’s angry at himself for putting you in such great danger. Breathless he sprints over the campus. Nathan pushes open the doors to the dormitory just to see Max, Chloe and Warren coming directly towards him.

There is not time to deal with them. With his head down Nate tries to get past them. Since he beat Warren up on the parking lot, the boy craves his revenge. “Care to explain, Nathan?”, Max holds out something. “I got no time for that yet”, he replies already caring on with his plan, “Wait! Where you in my room?!”

Before Nathan can take a step closer, Warren headbutts him roughly. Nate tries to grab his gun to scare them way. Unfortunately, Warren is faster than him and kicks the gun out of his hand. “You like hurting people, huh? Like Max! Like Kate! Like me! Like [Y/N]!”, Warren kicks and beats Nathan nonstop.  

“Stop! Please!”, he doesn’t beg for him. Nate thinks he deserves the pain for all the mistakes he has done, but your time is running out. Your life on the edge of danger and it lies in his hands to safe you from Jefferson.  

“No!”, the voice sounds familiar, but through the curtain of pain he can’t connect it to a face. The beating stops finally. A hand strokes his bruised cheek softly as he opens his eyes slowly. “Nathan”, you wipe the blood from his nose away with the sleeve of your shirt, “Oh my god! Are you alright?”

A single tear drops from your eye on his cheek, while he takes your hand in his. “Yes, now is everything alright”, relief washes over him that you are safe … for a while at least. “Come on, we are going to take care of your face. That must hurt”, with your help Nathan gets up from the ground. The pain hits him hard, but it’s not priority yet.  

Nate leans against the wall to take in how much you still care for him even after what he did to you. “We have no time for this. There is so much I have to tell you, but first of all… I love you, [Y/N]. I truly love you and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I will explain you everything  when we get away from here. It’s not safe. I know you probably hate me, but do you trust me?”, his thumb strokes your knuckles softly.  

Without hesitating you wrap him up in your arms, “I never could hate you, Nathan. I love and trust you, but you have to tell me what’s going on.” Before he can say a word, the doors of the Prescott Dormitory gets pushed open once again.  

“We had a plan, Prescott”, Jefferson shakes his head disappointed. Nate takes your hand in his to drag you along the hallway. “Nathan! You know, you can’t run. I will find you!”, Mark yells after you two preparing his syringe. He will hunt both of you down if it’s necessary.

“Keep running no matter what happens!”, of course you are confused, but you trust him without a doubt. You remember the way you two run. It’s the way directly to the back door of Blackwell. He pushes you firstly out of the door, while he throws a glance over his shoulder. No trace of Jefferson yet, but he won’t give up easily.  

Now you drag Nathan with you towards the parking lot, where both of your cars wait. “There is no way out of this!”, Mark appears out of nowhere and is already too close for your taste. You close the door of your old truck right in time. Jefferson hits his fist against the glass of your window as you start the engine with shaking hands.  

And with that you two are out of his reach. Your heart keeps beating hard against your ribcage. You don’t know where you are driving as long as it far away from Mark Jefferson. Breathlessly Nathan puts his hand on yours. In what fucking chaos you just rushed into?

“We can’t go back, right? So where are we going?”, you break the uncomfortable silence, but your eyes are glued to the street. “A motel for now, I guess. Then we will think about our next steps. I … I have to warn Max. She was onto me and Jefferson. She is probably in danger”, Nate takes out his phone.

“Max, it’s Nathan. I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt Kate or Rachel or … I didn’t want to hurt anybody … Everybody used me! Mr. Jefferson was coming for me. I hope all of this shit is over soon…. Watch out, Max. He wants to hurt you next so hurry… Sorry, I’m so sorry”, Nathan tears up between his confession and still you feel the same for him.

You give his hand a slight squeeze to show him he hasn’t to go through this on his own. The rest of the drive you two sit in silence trying to process this hell of a day. You don’t stop at the first motel in the case Jefferson is still hunting the two of you.  

The rain cools down your racing mind as you get out of your old truck. “Do we have even money to pay for a room?”, Nathan grabs your hand softly. It’s like he needs to make sure you are not going to leave him. “I’ve got a credit card. Don’t worry”, he gets out his wallet, while you two make your way towards the motel.  

“Oh, what brings two young people like you out here?”, the old granny behind the check in wants to know. She doesn’t wear glasses so you guess she can’t see Nate’s beaten up face clearly.  

Nathan puts his credit card on the table, “One room… please.” She furrows her eyebrows due to her unanswered question. “We are on a road trip”, you lie to hide the fact you two are on the run and go from your past.

“Oh, in Arcadia Bay is a terrible storm right now. Good, you are here now”, the granny searches for the key for your room. Nathan and you exchange a quick glance. “Have a good night, sweeties!” You follow Nate closely to fall into his arms after you closed the door behind you. Suddenly your mind realizes what the last few hours happened and what consequences are waiting.

“Okay, I want the truth. I don’t care how terrible it is. I want to hear every detail, Nathan”, you mumble into his shirt close to cry your eyes out. He sits down on the big bed and pats the place next to him. “It’s a long story…”

He tells you the whole story of how this chaos started. He spills all of his secrets. All of his mistakes. All of the trouble he caused. He lines up every flaw of his. He can be honest for the first time in forever.

“I fucked everything up what I can fuck up. I’m a monster. I’m sorry, [Y/N]”, for a monster he apologizes a lot. You run your fingers through his hair, while his tears wet your jeans. Nathan is curled up as a ball on your lap tearing up now and then during his story.  

“Nathan, you are ripped at the edges like a lot of people, but you are still a masterpiece. For me you are perfect and not even close to a monster”, you comfort him. Nate sits up to face you properly with his red and puffy eyes, “But you can’t forgive me, right? I can understand. I also hate myself like the rest of the world does.”

You take his face in your hands softly so you wouldn’t hurt him, “I forgive you, but you have to forgive yourself. Yes, I hate what you have done, but I could never hate you. You would have needed more support.” With your thumb you wipe a single tear from his cheek.

Nathan closes the gap between you two to press his lips on yours. A whole firework of emotions gets triggered in your chest as you start to kiss him back. He leans his forehead against yours after you two break apart. “Why didn’t I find you earlier? Everything could have been different…”

Without a word you pull him with you to lie down on the bed. It was a hell of a day and both of you deserve some sleep. Nate buries his face in the crook of your neck, while his arm is draped over your waist to keep you as close as possible. The fear of losing you will never leave him alone. The white ceiling stares back at you as you draw circles on Nathan’s arm. It takes a long time for him to relax and then to fall asleep finally. It’s over for now. You allow yourself to close your eyes.


Sad Ending

You open your eyes as you release a grey cloud of smoke. Absently you wipe away the ash, which is falling on your knee from the cigarette that dangles dangerously between your lips.  

A loud noise bring you back into the reality. It sounded just like a gun shot, but you are not quite sure. Could also be firecrackers in the bathroom once again. Nathan Prescott is famous for this old and really annoying prank.  

Beautiful silence wraps you up in its calmness, while your thoughts dance around in your head. The Marijuana keeps the bad ones low. Time seems to stop for a while as the sun starts to hide itself behind the trees.  

Suddenly your buzzing phone snaps you out of your daydream. A bit pissed that you got disturbed once again you answer the phone without looking who calls you. “[Y/N], reporting for duty”, is the first thing that comes to your bedazzled mind from the Marijuana. “[Y/N]! Didn’t you hear the sirens?! Come to the front door!”, Kate exclaims without a greeting.

Sighing you make your way to the said spot in front of the Blackwell Academy. The burning end of your cigarette lights once more as you take a deep inhale of smoke. A crowd formed in front of the doors, which surprised you a bit. What did you miss?

“Nathan shot someone in the girls bathroom”, you hear the teenagers whisper around you as you push your way towards Kate. “I knew something like that would happen one day.” - “He’s a bad one.” - “Now his father can’t help him anymore.” - “Poor little rich kid getting what he deserves.”

The mumbling dies down immediately when the doors get pushed open. Two police officer form a path in the crowd for the third officer who escorts a handcuffed Nathan Prescott. On the top of the stairs stands Principle Wells observing the scene with a sad expression on his face.  

Kate takes your hand in hers as she hides her face in your shoulder. She seems relieved that he got arrested. The bullying is going to stop now probably. Softly you rub circles on her back to comfort her and let her know she isn’t alone.  

Nathan’s head hangs low and his shoulders slump forward. It’s like the weight of the entire earth is lying on them. He probably needs also some comfort like Kate, but no one is going to do that. Nate is on his own once again.

He raises his head only for a few seconds. Your [E/C] eyes meet his clear blue but dead ones. There is no trace that these orbs are actually alive. No color. No feelings. Apparently Nate accepted his fate already. He surrendered to the demons around him. Everything inside of him died.

Your orbs are alive and full of color. But that’s not what hypnotizes Nathan. He can see sympathy in them. No disgust, no arrogance, no amusement. Honest and true sympathy for him. Nate could get lost in them, but he will never get a chance.  

In a crowd of people who hate him, he finds you. Way too late.

The officer pushes his forward so he walks a bit faster to the police car. All the people who pointed their fingers at Kate for this terrible video of her, are now doing the same thing with him. You don’t know a lot of his backstory, but he doesn’t deserve this. Being pushed by others destroys a person piece by piece. It’s a terrible slow death.

You feel bad for him even after all the thing he has done. Nathan will never know colors.

He will die with those dead blue eyes…


“Happy” Ending

A few soft kisses wake you up from your almost comatose and dreamless sleep. “I know you are awake”, Nathan comments your attempts to get five more minutes of sleep amused. In surrender you open your eyes to see him looking down at you, while a slight smirk rests on his lips. His alive and colorful blue eyes are beautiful compared to his dead ones when you two met.  

You two have nothing left except for the clothes you are wearing and his father’s credit card, whish isn’t unlimited. There is no place you have to be. No plan to follow. Nathan is completely free for the first time in his life. To be with a person who loves him unconditionally is all what he needed to feel alive again.  

“You… You are beautiful”, Nate presses a kiss onto your forehead matching to his lovely words. You notice how close you two are. He held you tight through the entire night. Maybe he was afraid to wake up without you by his side like this is just a beautiful but limited dream.

“Sweeties! I made breakfast”, the old granny informs you through the still closed door. Nate gets up from the bed you two share mumbling something about taming his hair. You roll over to lie on his warm side. Your whole life got turned over, but you couldn’t be happier right now.  

“Wow, handsome”, you compliment his wet brown hair that clings onto his forehead. How did both of you get so lucky? Nathan leans down to capture your lips into a kiss full of desire. “You are dripping”, you push him softly away from you, “I don’t need a shower yet.”

Smiling he grabs your hand in his hand to pull you out of the bed. You get his hint and follow his wish. “I’m starving. I hope the old granny can cook”, Nate pulls you as close as possible towards him. “Let’s find out”, you literally can feel his excitement of his new life. What will bring you the new day?

“Sweeties! I’m so happy you two are here. The storm in Arcadia Bay was terrible. It destroyed half of the town and even killed a few people”, the granny greets you as she puts two plates with scrambled eggs down on an empty table.

“Thanks”, you mumble suddenly not so happy anymore. People died. Maybe friends of you and you weren’t there. Your hometown destroyed. You should call your parents, but what are you going to say to them? You run away with a murderer and don’t plan to come back?!  

“We need to think of a plan”, you place your hand on Nathan’s to get his full attention. “Do we? Can’t we just drive until we have enough?”, he replies stuffing the eggs into his mouth. For a second you think about his suggestion. “I were never outside of Arcadia Bay”, you just never had time or money to travel.

“Then let this be our plan … if you want”, Nathan loves his new freedom, but he loves you more so he would give it up for you. If it’s your wish to go back, Nate will follow you without a doubt. And you know that, but it’s actually not what your heart desires.

“Okay, we are going on an adventure”, you agree enjoying his rare smile. “Slept well, sweeties?”, granny joins the conversation with two cups of coffer right in time. “Have never slept better in my life”, you admit. Nate raises just a thumbs up, because he’s busy eating.

That’s your new life. He is your new life. The clearly broken Nathan Joshua Prescott with the former dead blue eyes.  

“I truly love you, [Y/N].”  

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Sticky Notes | When Phil realizes Dan spends so much time in the bathroom telling himself off, he decides to take matters into his own hand’s and starts leaving Sticky Notes to cheer his best friend up. | Phan | Teen and Up | TW: Self-Hate | 2,541 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I have an exam due soon but then I read this prompt (x) and I just had to write it. My exam will have to wait.

Look! There’s fanart now! Thanks to hopelesslyhowell

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Heathen Like Us

Originally posted by blurryhometown

Word Count: 4,289

Prompt: “Can you do an imagine with Josh Dun where the reader goes on tour with them and the reader and Tyler doesn’t get a long too well. Idk, make it however you want. Love your writing. ❤️” -Anonymous 

-Thank you to the anon that requested this! Please bear in mind that this is my first ever TØP imagine and that this is also fiction, so if it doesn’t sound like them or seem like them (which I mean most of what Tyler says / does is nothing he would ever do in reality), please forgive me!

That said, I had fun writing this. A massive thank you also to my best fren @buckybarnesstar for contributing ideas to this  ❤️  Love you Case, as does Seb. Make sure to check her blog out if you love Bucky :) 

love to you and stay alive, frens  |-/ 

Iz xx 


“TYLER ROBERT JOSEPH!” You echo through the halls of the Barclay’s Center. Several members of the crew whip their heads to follow your voice, which was undoubtedly dripping with discontent. They watch as you stride forward, your eyes peering out in search of the ukulele strumming man.

Tyler’s head snaps up at the shrill sound, standing a few meters outside the top dressing room. His vision lands on your frustrated figure, a laugh escaping his lips for a moment before why you had screamed his name. With wide eyes, he scrambles towards the dressing room, only to crash into his band mate in the process.

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Bodysuit- Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by puckinginsane

Ok so this one is like… super dirty, but I love how it turned out (so what does that say about me?) Anyway… for those staying: enjoy! For those skipping: up next is Carter Hart!

Warning: REALLY DIRTY KINKY smut, sex, smexy time, cussing

@mystupidlovesongs Request: can I have a borderline pornographic imagine with Ty Ty?

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A/N:  My lovely betas ( @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry, and @little-black-dress-24) deserve so much credit for putting up with me.  Thank you, ladies, for making my days brighter and my burdens lighter!

TRIGGER WARNING!  Self-harm is discussed in this part. 

Get caught up here.  

When I arrive at his house the next morning, I’m soaked through due to the rain. Luckily, my duffel is waterproof, so my clothes inside are fine. I’m fairly confident that he ignores my first few buzzes while he watches the water dripping down my face in the security monitoring feed before he lets me in through the gate. He makes me wait at the front door, and I know that he’s trying to piss me off, so I vow to pretend that everything is completely normal. But that won’t stop me from being as petty as he is.

When he finally opens the door, I greet him with a simple “Good morning, Harry” before I trail a wet path across his floor on my way to the loo for a hot shower. His protests follow me, but I pay no mind. If he’d been faster about opening the gate and the door, I might have been more careful about dripping on his precious floor.

Emerging 22 minutes later to the sight of him putting away a mop, I’m dressed in blue jeans with a simple t-shirt. It’s one of my favorite t-shirts as I earned it while working the Follow the Yellow Brick Road Tour in 2014. Working with Elton had been a blast, and was the first tour I’d worked, although I hadn’t worked it solo. I was part of a team for that tour, and we had traded off hours. Unfortunately, I’d had to leave the tour early due to circumstances beyond my control. I will never, ever be sorry for exiting that job early; Elton had understood when I’d explained, and I’d worked private security for him on a few events since then.

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Life With Namjoon (03. Hiccups)

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A/N: Here’s the third installment~ I’m thankful a lot of you seem to be liking this series ^^ It’s actually quite enjoyable to write for me too~

Not to mention, this story shows how soft I really am compared to all the smut I write OTL;;

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03. Hiccups


For the most part, Namjoon’s home is your apartment, and, thankfully—for the most part—the boys and BigHit staff are accepting of that. Of course, at first Namjoon’s manager had laid down ground rules—don’t go out in public together, and if that can’t be avoided, then no PDA. No spending the night (that rule had quickly been broken)—which then lead to “no unprotected sex” at which Namjoon had blushed bright red and quietly told his manager that “I’m a 22 year old idol. I know what I’m doing, have a little faith in me.”

Those rules and boundaries had been set in place quite a while ago, and since then you’d grown on everyone. Not that you’d been trying to butter them up or anything! (Though you had only on desperate occasions) But…you’d just been yourself. And over time the staff had warmed up to you.

So had the boys. They’d all needed a bit of time to get used to the idea of their leader dating someone. They worried about rumors, angry fans, if it might distract Namjoon from their dream as idols, etc. It was…tough, so both you and Namjoon had promised to not deter the group from their current goals. You had seriously sworn to them that BTS as a whole is important to you, and that the last thing you would ever want is to get in Namjoon’s way or theirs.

They believed you, a bit shocked by your resolve, and from that day forward had opened up their hearts to you little by little. Now those hearts are open so wide they’ll never be able to shut you out—but they’ll probably never tell you that to your face. It’s kind of embarrassing, after all.

“Oh? Noona?” Jungkook questions in surprise when he pulls open the door to their dorm. The boy is dressed in a black tank and a pair of dark gray sweats, a backwards baseball cap hiding his newly dyed blond hair.

“Hey there,” you smile, scooting around him and playfully poking at his showing bicep, which is hard to the touch. “Wow, hello to you too,” you say jokingly to the muscle, and Jungkook’s ears turn pink.

“Ahh~ Stop teasing. You know we’ve got a comeback soon!”

“I know~,” you laugh in response, and Jungkook cracks a smile.

“That’s why you’re here, right?” Yoongi’s voice pops in, and you look up to see the entire gang, minus Namjoon, heading towards you. “To watch your destructive boyfriend?”

Jin laughs when you sigh. “He hasn’t been hurt in a while, so we can’t stay too mad. Doctor says he’ll be ready to start practicing again in the next week or so.”

“But rest is important~,” Taehyung chimes in, looping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into his side gently, his version of a casual hug. You laugh quietly.

“The rest of you better not get hurt at practice today.”

“You’re damn right,” Hoseok mumbles somewhat jokingly as he pulls on a pair of shoes. “As the dance leader I can’t have any more of my men dropping out!”

“This isn’t the army, hyung,” Jungkook comments, eyebrow cocked with amusement. Hoseok then stands up and jumps at the maknae, clinging onto him as he jokingly beats the boy down, both lost in their own fit of laughter.

“Ahh~! Guys let Y/N in already!” Namjoon’s voice whines from the other room, and Jin rolls his eyes.

“He’s been restless the last couple days, so he’s glad you’re here. Keep him company while we’re gone, ok?”

“Can do,” you assure him with a smile, and he kindly smiles back.

Stepping to the side, you allow the boys some space as they all pull on their shoes and jackets, shuffling out of the dorm in order to head to the dance studio. They exit with multiple dismissive farewells, and only once the door is shut and their voices quietly migrate down the hall do you turn and finally head into the dorm.

“Took you long enough,” Namjoon mumbles when he sees you. Love immediately fills your heart at the sight of him—despite the fact that he’s currently lying back-down on the couch, his foot propped up on a pillow.

“I don’t know how you managed to break your fucking 4th toe, of all things,” you grumble, smiling despite yourself. Namjoon rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand once you’re stood next to him.

“Kiss?” he questions, pursing his lips innocently. You stare down at him, entwining your fingers and swinging your hands back and forth slightly.

“Have you earned it?”

“I’m injured—are you really going to talk to me as if I’m your sub?”

“Does asking if you’ve earned it constitute dom/sub speak?”

Namjoon blinks. “I mean I’ve asked you that question before, haven’t I?”

You drop your gaze blankly to the fabric of his shirt, contemplating. On multiple occasions you can recall him asking you a question like that—what an asshole. He always makes you beg.

“You enjoy being a dom too much,” you grumble, and Namjoon chuckles, tugging on your hand. You easily give in, bracing one of your knees on the couch cushions as you lean over and kiss him slowly. He hums contently against your lips.

“You enjoy me being a dom too much too~”

You feeling him smirk, and with a small huff you pull back, smacking his chest lightly. His grin only widens endearingly when he sees your slightly embarrassed face.

“Stop~,” you whine, nuzzling your face against his chest. Typically you don’t get embarrassed talking about your and Namjoon’s sex life, but when he teases you like that—gosh, you can’t help it. Especially when his words immediately cause memories to flood to your mind. And you know he’s right—you do love it. God, he’s so good to you…

“Is your mind in the gutter? You haven’t moved in a quick minute,” Namjoon asks, and when you look up at him his eyebrow is raised in question. You hum, rubbing you cheek against his chest, and he pets his hand over your hair.

“Maybe.”

“Well…we are here alone,” he says, eyes trailing you as you sit up, pushing back to your feet.

“True, but—you’re injured, remember?” you grin, lifting his hand to kiss his fingers, and then release him. Namjoon sighs regretfully, reaching over to grab his phone off the coffee table as you head into the kitchen.

“It’s a broken fuckin’ toe,” you hear him grumbling, and you snicker. “My dick ain’t broken…”

“Debatable!” you call back, laughing brightly at the “Yah!” he shouts in return.

Opening the fridge, you peek around, pulling out a few left over carry-out containers. There’s also a few scraps from Jin’s home-cooked meals, which you’re sure would be delicious, but you know Namjoon is picky sometimes.

“Hey, what time is it?”

“An acceptable time for food, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Namjoon calls back, and you glance around the corner to find him taking cheesy selfies to post on Twitter. Smiling, you quickly run up and kneel on the ground beside the couch, shoving your cheek against his.

“Yah,” he says, but immediately laughs, his eyes creasing happily as he lifts his phone back up and snaps a few shots of you both. The final photo he takes is of you pressing your lips to his cheek, eyelashes fluttering prettily, and he can’t help but stare at the selfie for a good minute before he pulls his phone close to his face and begins pressing some buttons on screen.

“We look too cute—that’s my new home screen,” he whispers to no one in particular, and, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder, fondness strikes your heart.

“So left overs or order out?”

“Can we order pizza?” he asks. “I know it’s bad since the comeback is soon, but… I’ve been craving it so bad…”

“We’ll get a small then, with some breadsticks. I don’t want Jin or your manager beating my ass,” you say, and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“They wouldn’t dare.”

You roll your eyes as well, smiling a little.

“Our regular, right?”

“Yeah.”

Grunting in affirmation, you slide into the kitchen and dig up the number for the pizza place, pressing the number into your phone. The restaurant picks up after the third ring, and you greet them kindly, requesting an order for delivery.

“Yes, can I please have a small pizza with Pepperoni and—*hic*…,” the hiccup catches you by surprise, and you pause, biting your lip as dread fills you. Dammit! Why while you’re on the phone trying to sound good, of all times!

“Sorry! Uhh…yep—small pepperoni and cheese with a side of *hic* breadsticks. Yeah, the 5 piece is *hic* fine. We’ll pay at arrival. Yep, thank *hic* you!”

You hope the worker on the other end doesn’t immediately start laughing at you as soon as you end the call—but you bet they do, just like Namjoon is now cackling with glee from the other room.

“Stop!!” you groan, stomping into the living room. Namjoon’s got his arm thrown over his face, his entire body shaking as dorky laughter erupts from his mouth. You part your lips to scold him more, face feeling a little warm, but as soon as you do another hiccup jumps out instead, and Namjoon’s dying laughter renews.

“You’re such an ass…,” you grumble, walking over and smacking his chest. He jolts, surprised, and quickly reaches for you, grabbing your wrist to stop you from getting too far.

“I’m sorry, babe, I just…It was cute, ok? I’m sorry.”

“I hate hiccups…,” you grumble, immediately relaxing at his apology. Namjoon hums, tugging on your wrist a little until you’re on the couch above him, your knees straddling either side of his torso. Turning your head, you rest it against his chest, eyes sliding shut as you listen to his steady heartbeat. However—

Hiccup! “UggHHHHH–!”

“Gosh, you’re cute.”

“Hush,” you sigh, sitting up and pressing your hands against his flat pecs. Your brow is furrowed, lips turned down into a pout. “There are two things that work: swallowing air and distracting myself with something else.”

“So–,” Namjoon begins, but shuts up as you open your mouth and begin attempting to swallow air. You look like a guppy, struggling to swallow something that isn’t quite meant to be swallowed.

For a whole minute you continue to swallow air, turning your head away from Namjoon when you see him watching you with an amused smile. Finally, once you’re sure you’ve done enough, you stop.

“Did it work?” Namjoon asks, and you wait a few more seconds before answering, a curious silence descending upon the room.

“Yeah, I think it—*hic*–,” you freeze immediately, and Namjoon sees your face contorting with childish anger.

“NooooO!!” you groan, covering your face with your hands. Namjoon chuckles, reaching up and attempting to pry your hands away.

“Hey,” he says, tongue poking out to wet his slightly chapped lips. “I know how to distract you, though.”

“…should I trust you?” you ask skeptically. He stares at you, a certain light to his dark eyes.

“I think you should.”

You nod, giving into whatever Namjoon has in mind, and immediately he tugs on your hands, guiding you down until your palms are pressed against the couch on either side of his neck.

“C’mere,” he grumbles, moving one hand to thread through the hair on your nape, and you allow him to pull you closer. Your own hands move to play in his hair as Namjoon kisses you, his lips soft, yet determined as they mold against yours. He nips at your bottom lip, head angling to deepen the kiss, and you groan softly, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

Eyes fluttering shut, you allow Namjoon to steal your breath away, fingernails lightly digging into his scalp, and his hands moving to caress your ass through your jeans. The move has you subconsciously grinding your hips down against his, and Namjoon groans at the feeling, his fingers giving your butt a squeeze.

“I thought you said I was injured,” he mumbles, voice already husky and his breaths a little short. You stare at him, lips cherry red, and immediately Namjoon wants to eat you up again.

“You are, but—you started this,” you say, leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss to his defined jaw, and you feel his chest rumble beneath you. Fuck, you would never trade this man for anyone else in the world.

God,” he groans quietly, one of his hands leaving your ass to caress your cheek. He quickly guides you back to his lips, making you moan around his tongue before he begins pressing heated kisses to your cheek and jaw, moving until his lips are open against the sensitive skin on your neck. You can’t help but shiver as he nips and sucks at the flesh, your body helplessly reacting to every one of his touches.

“Joon–,” you begin to groan, hips meeting his once more, but at that moment there’s a knock at the dorm door, and you both freeze.

“Fuck,” Namjoon sighs, his head dropping back against his pillow, and you quickly slide off of him, making sure your clothes are still in place. Suddenly you’re a little regretful that you had ordered takeout.

“Money?”

“There’s some in my wallet near the door,” Namjoon tells you, giving your ass a little smack as you walk past him and towards the door. You shoot him a jokingly angry look over your shoulder, hurrying to answer the door when they knock again.

“Sorry about that!” you say once you finally pull it open. Having snatched a 20 from Namjoon’s wallet, you hand it to the delivery boy and thank him kindly before shutting the door and padding back into the living room.

“Are you supposed to be walking?” you ask when you see Namjoon lightly hobble back into the room, two cups and a 2-liter in his grasp.

“Carefully,” is his response, and you laugh, shaking your head. The two of you then set up camp on the couch, Namjoon’s head leaned against your shoulder as you surf through channels, a slice of pizza in his hand.

“Thank you for coming over. I missed you,” he says suddenly, head turning to press a gentle kiss against your shoulder. You smile, turning your head to nuzzle against his hair fondly.

“You’re welcome. And I’ll always be here for you when you need me. But! Promise to try not to get hurt.”

Namjoon chuckles. “I promise.”


“OH!” Namjoon screams 10 minutes later, startling you. He breaks out into a happy grin. “I got your hiccups to go away!!”

You pause, lips parting in surprise.

“Well…fuck. You’re right. Dammit.”

“Yes! I did it! Me, Kim Namjoon—!”

“Oh my god.”

“Hiccup be gone extraordinaire~ Just come to me for all your hiccup needs~”

At that you laugh. “Actually, I don’t think I have a problem with that.”

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#31 Spiderbyte: Ana brings some of Amelie's wedding photos out to help with her recovery

Fact: With every Spiderbyte Prompt, I become more powerful.

I like how Ana is somehow “Keeper of the Photos” ever since that baby pictures ficlet.

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“Are you sure about this?” said Mercy as Ana entered in several access codes to Athena.

“I’m sure,” said Widowmaker, leaning back in her seat, “I would have returned to my old home in Paris for Gérard’s own files on it if I were not sure Talon was watching it.”

“What you’re describing is, technically, exposure therapy,” said Mercy, folding her arms, “Well, sort of. Your case is… very unique.”

“I need to see them,” said Widowmaker, “I need to see them as they were. I need to see me as I was. What Talon didn’t destroy it twisted and now—” One of her hands clenched into a fist in her lap. Sombra dropped to her knees next to her and put a hand over Widowmaker’s fist, “And now…” Widowmaker trailed off.

“You don’t have to do this,” said Sombra, giving her hand a small squeeze.

Widowmaker looked her dead in the eyes. “Yes, I do,” said Widowmaker, giving her a tap on the nose, “You’re supposed to be the cavalier one, mon coeur.

Sombra’s lips thinned then she stood up and kissed Amélie on the temple. Amélie smiled a little and then turned back to Ana. “Are they ready?” she said.

“This is everything I was able to access from Gérard’s file with my override codes,” said Ana, bringing up several image folders on Athena’s screen, “They’re ready when you are.”

“Start with the oldest ones,” said Widowmaker.

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anonymous asked:

harry x pansy social media au headcanons ? <3

This is a muggle au for the @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet Summer Vacation Challenge!
You can also find this drabble on AO3.
Note: I HIGHLY enjoyed writing this. It was very humorous for me, and Harry James Potter is clueless. I love my son, and I love my daughter. This is dedicated to @provocative-envy cause I know she’ll appreciate this. 

Harry didn’t understand social media, just like he didn’t understand girls. He was awkward, and he knew it. But Ron insisted that he needed to find someone and try one of the popular dating apps. He needed to get laid this summer; it was finally time.

The only problem was that Harry didn’t know what social media apps were actually dating apps and what ones were strictly for over-sharing your life to strangers. He was too embarrassed to ask Ron for clarification, because he learned quickly that he actually did in fact live under a rock. He didn’t want to deal with Ron’s shocked expression and the constant teasing for months to come.

So, he scrolled through his new iPhone’s app store, and he rubbed his temple in frustration as he downloaded all the free popular social media apps he could think of. He took a drink from his black coffee and concentrated on how it felt flowing down the back of his throat. It was a nice distraction for a moment, before he decided to open up Instagram.

He heard this was the app that people his age liked to post pictures of their Cappuccinos on, and he stared at the Starbucks cup in his hand. 

People found this entertaining? He thought to himself. Why would anyone want to follow this pointless trend?

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Selfie

Summary: Sitting in a coffee shop, you decide to take a selfie. You notice the attractive man behind you, had photobombed your picture. This leads to an adorable confrontation and then to a date. (Idea by the wonderful Ashley, @marvel-ash). 

Word Count: 1,252

Warnings: None. 

A/N: Sooo, this is due to the wonderful ideas Ash has. I have a feeling I will be writing more of these as times goes on. Enjoy :) 


The café was sufficiently empty for you to sit back and relax, take a few minutes to yourself and unwind from the crazy day you had been experiencing today. It was time for finals and not only did you have to worry about passing your classes, but all the tension and panic that your roommates and classmates were experiencing seemed to seep inside you as well. It was as if there was no end in sight and you had decided to just go get a cup of coffee with just your phone and the novel you had bought at the beginning of the semester thinking you were going to have some respite from your classes. Which proved to be false.

No rest. At all. Just papers, group projects, research, labs, and reading giant textbooks from the first page all the way to the last one. It seemed endless and you were surprised you hadn’t given in to the insanity that seemed to loom over your head by now.

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Baby Jae

 
PROMPTS;

59 I could punch you right now

34 “you work for me, you’re my slave.”

24 i’s eight o'clock in the morning you are not having vodka

Youngjae best friend fluff/smut

   "No, Youngjae" You sighed roughly into the receiver, “I am not going to karaoke with you and THE BOYS”

  "Please y/n, JB and Jinyoung are fighting and it’s so awkward, you’ll help loosen them up!“ he whined back at you. You could imagine him wiggling his shoulders as he asked and it made you smile softly, but then you remembered last time you went drinking with the boys and Youngjae insisted he had to go to the studio at 3:41AM because he had the ‘most brilliant idea ever’ and you had to chase his drunk ass around. When you finally got to the studio he had forgotten it and started crying and refused to get up off the floor for 15 minutes

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  "Baby Jae don’t you remember last time?” you cooed out sweetly, using the nickname he hated but you and the other member though was hilarious.

   "You can call me that all night if you come, I don’t care. You just have to come!“

   It was almost 8:30 and you were wondering if it was too late to bail on this whole ordeal. It had taken about another 5 minutes of prodding before you agreed. Sitting on your couch not really watching the TV, unsure of the details of the crime show playing. You felt your phone buzz in your bag on your side, retrieving it you found a snapchat from Youngjae. It was a selfie of him, Yugyeom and Bam in the back of Jackson’s new car, they looked so cute you fought the urge to take a screenshot of your friends. You resigned yourself for the evening as you gathered a baggy sweater off the back of the sofa, these are my friends i’m going to have fun you told yourself softly.

   There was a soft rap at the door, you flicked off the lights and grabbed your keys before opening the door. There was Youngjae, smiling brightly, his strawberry hair fluffy and laying in a crown of soft waves around his head, the golden street light shining on him from above making him look really just like sunshine. He had silver wire rimmed glasses sitting delicately on his nose and a form fitting black shirt tucked into skinny black pants and a leather jacket.

      "You ready, chingu?” he smiled, you scanned him up and down once more before looking down at your oversized top and legging combo, looking back up him through your lashes.

 "Did you let Bambi style you?“ you asked, a grin spreading on your face. His smile dropped and he looked down at his clothes, he looked at you with a soft pout, as he nodded. "No! don’t be sad! you look great, very chic and sexy, it just seems like a bit much…Jae, is that eyeliner? Ohhh” you sing songed to him. He scrunched up his face and stretched a wide grin, “Very handsome!” you chuckled, letting him take your hand and lead you off to the car.

 Bambam and Yugyeom started hooting at you, you let out a laugh pulling your hand from Youngjae’s to your mouth, and returned with an “EASY”

 You went to climb in the back with the younger two when Youngjae grabbed you hand, you turned and he was opening the front door, some loud EDM blaring out of the side as he did, “Here Noona, you can sit in the front with Jackson” he pulled and ushered you into the seat before climbing in the back with the boys.

  You’d been nestled into the corner of the booth for close to two hours now, and you were watching JB and Jinyoung across the table, they were a few drinks in now, but they were being their normal charming, loving selves. But they’d been holding hands when they walked in so you doubted it was just the alcohol, you made a mental note to ask Youngjae what exactly the were fighting about. Turning to look at your best friend, he was hoping back and forth on his tiptoes, shaking a tambourine and singing backing vocals for Jackson’s exciting rendition of G Dragon in Fantastic Baby. Bambam slid into the bench seat next to you.

   "It’s the great Bambino, what can I do for you?“ you asked, leaning on the table to focus your attention on him and not you platonic best friend’s butt which you’d caught yourself looking at a few times now. Bambam darted his eyes from you and then to Youngjae a few times, you pulled your face back and turned to follow his eye line fixed on the vocalist. Turning back to him.            "Youngjae?” you asked.

 "Yes!“ He exclaimed loudly, one hand coming up to grab your arm excitedly, "Doesn’t he look so manly and sexy in those clothes?” Bambam pressed on, when all you responded with was a questioning groan he continued, “He wanted to look nice tonight..”  He let his voice fade in volume when you still looked confused.

   You glanced back at Youngjae who had now taken over the lead for the song, he did look like he just stepped of the stage, you turned back to Bam and said “He looks great, you’re a good stylist.”  You tried to smile encouragingly, sure Bambam was just pointing it out for compliments.

  Bambam was about to say something until Youngjae and Jackson slid in the booth on the other side, “Let’s do SHOTS” Jackson shouted loudly despite it not being that noisy now that the song was over. There was a roar of agreement, and he started taking a headcount, “Where are Jb and Jinyoung?” Jackson said. You glances to where they had been just moments before. They must have left when I was talking to Bam you thought.

  "I think they left early so they could have the dorm all to themselves…“ Yugyeom spoke quietly.  Mark nodded silently at Yugyeom’s side.

  "Okay! 6 shots coming up!” Jackson stood up quickly, you grabbed his sleeve.

   "Only 5 shots, Jacks, someone has to drive you all home.“ You said, he winked and shot you a heart before rushing away to the bar.

   It was 1:31 AM, you knew this because of how much Jackson had yelled about Defsoul and Ars’s "ICONIC BALLAD” and he was demanding Youngjae sing it.  The boys cheering him on, Youngjae slid off the seat to the floor and sat with his legs crossed motioning for Jackson to give him the mic. You preemptively started rubbing your head, Youngjae, drunk or sober had the voice of an angel. But drunk Youngjae had no concept of volume, and when he had a microphone it always lead to a splitting headache, unless you were drunk like the rest of the boys.  Which you unfortunately were not.

    "Jae!“ you called out softly, just loud enough for him to hear you, he turned his head to you quickly, smiling brightly, his eyes curving into half moons. "Let’s go home, you’re all drunk.”

 Mark’s arms were suddenly around your shoulders as he pulled you back against his shoulder in the seat. “Just listen to his song, y/n.”  You looked back at youngjae who was smiling less now, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

   "Okay, Baby Jae, no microphone.“ You said, a teasing smile turning up your lips, "but then we leave!”

  Instead of acknowledging what you said he turned towards his phone on his lap, putting the backing track on and placing it on the floor. You leaned back into Mark’s arm, who was always a very cuddly drunk and listened to Youngjae’s clear voice cutting through the room as you all fell into silence. When JB’s part arrived the group took over to sing it together as a makeshift chorus, by the end of the sad song you were all giving telenovela level dramatic performances. Jackson being the most dramatic, he had one Mariah Carey hand and he was kneeling, and the very end everyone was laughing to hard to continue. Mark was in a ball on the floor laughing at Jackson’s early 2000’s r'n'b video style dancing.

 "Ars- sunbaenim, how was that?“ Jackson asked once he was done giggling and bowing..

  "I could punch you right now.” Youngjae said between fits of laughter, slapping his knee repeatedly.

  "Let’s not resort to violence now gentleman, why don’t we all head home?“ You asked nudging Youngjae’s shoulder softly, he crawled over and lay his head on your lap gently, looking up at you with his best impression of an ASPCA commercial, "Seriously, Jae they’re gonna close soon!”

  "Let’s go get some ramen!“ You heard one of the boys behind you shout, there was more raucous applause, the 5 voices competing to see who could be the loudest it seemed.

  "NO!” Youngjae shouted, easily louder “I want meat!” there was a few minutes of argument before it was decided to separate.

  "Jackson, leave our keys with y/n we can catch a cab home from the restaurant! It’s across the street we can walk" You heard Bambam say as he nudged Jackson. Jacks nodded and tossed you the keys.

   You groan but anything was an improvement from the dirty karaoke hall at this point.

    It was 2:15 AM by the time Youngjae had scarfed down 2 servings of beef and half a bottle of soju. You sat opposite him on the stool, he was smiling with his cheeks stuffed with rice.

  "Ready to go home now champ?“ You asked, she shook his head no. "Youngjae! we have to go home!”

  He stared at his empty bowl, his hand fiddling with a spoon.

  "I wanna sleep over at your house!“ He blurted out loudly, your eyes went wide at the sudden statement, and a deep red blush crept across his face.

  "What? Why? No, you need to go home, Jae. ” He didn’t respond, only looked down at his lap, he took off his glasses and put them in his pocket as he rose and went out to the car.

   He was silently pouting in the car, his focus completely on his phone in his hand. You felt bad about telling him no. You weren’t entirely sure why you had said no, he’d slept over before ut usually he just fell asleep there during movie night, he’d never asked before.  He was looking down at his phone, his shoulder physically shifted towards you so you couldn’t really look at him. Letting out a sigh you flicked on the turn signal to make a u-turn and head towards your apartment, who cares if you were almost to the dorms, it was Jackson’s gas anyway.

   You put the car in park a smacked Youngjae’s leg, “Come on, pabo” You said getting out of the car and going around to help your inebriated friend. He slung his arm around you.

“Noona, this is a parking tower….the dorm doesn’t have that, are we?” He mumbled and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes, Youngjae, we are at my apartment, I figure you can sleep here, but tomorrow you’re my personal slave okay?” You tried to sound surly but he swung his other arm around your waist pulling you against his chest.  You laughed and pulled back and lead the way upstairs to your tiny apartment.  He leaned against the wall across from you as you tried to find your keys at the bottom of your purse. Once you finally got the door unlocked you turned to find that Youngjae had slid down the wall and was singing softly to himself. Sighing for what must have been the 30,00th time that night you set to work getting your best friend settled into bed and vowed to yourself to be the drunk one next time.  

  Ten minutes later, you let Youngjae fall into the bed. He was laying flat on his stomach in the middle of the bed. You pulled off you shoes and left him there while you washed your face and changed. You came back and there he was, in the exact same spot. You knelt on the bed and rolled him over and he giggled at your hands on his stomach.

“If you’re awake then hurry up and get ready for bed, Jae.” You tried to speak gently not wanting to wake him up to much. He sat up, leaning on his hands for support, the soft blue light from the window the only light in the room. He smiled softly, and leaned his head to one side.  The two of you sat in silence like that for a couple minutes, him just appraising your face, not looking away at all. You avoided his gaze for most of that time, unsure what exactly he was doing, before finally speaking again. “Here take of your jacket-” You leaned forward to help it off his shoulder, he sat up fully, letting you pull the heavy leather off and tossed it towards the desk chair that was already covered in discarded sweaters. You turned back towards him and he suddenly wrapped you up in his arms again, laying back and putting you into his chest. He nuzzled into the top of your head, he let out a soft sigh and you could almost swear you felt him smile against your head.

  "Um,.. hey Jae are you awake?“ you whispered. He groaned in response, his head nodding against yours. You wiggled further against him, wrapping one arm around his waist, his warmth quickly bringing sleep to you.  "What were Big Jae and Jinyoung arguing about? They seemed fine to me?” You continued.

  "Don’t call him Big Jae, and….They didn’t,“ he mumbled against your scalp. You pulled you head away, jolting him to alertness.

   "Did you lie then?” You asked, suddenly pissed he dragged you around over a lie. He started to speak a few times, before pinching his mouth tight and nodding. “Why?!” You asked a little louder, a light slap landing against his chest where your head was moments before, you grimaced at him as you waited for a response. Now he was the one avoiding you eye contact, he let out a deep breath- like he was trying to resign himself to the words.

   "I just….I couldn’t cancel on the guys and-“ he started. Pausing as if he was unsure how to finish his thought, he finally make eye contact, "I missed you.” He said softly, just above a whisper. His eyes were black in the low light but they were  still glossy and bright, the way the cool moon light fell against his messy hair and his expression made your heart flutter, you’d never seen that face before you realize, you aren’t entirely sure what it is, but you think 'I’d give him anything if he’d look at me like that forever.’

   Neither of you speak for a minute, neither looks away. “You shouldn’t lie.” you weakly whisper, still unable to look away from Youngjae. You suddenly felt very aware of his arms around you, his hands spread wide across your waist, your legs were all tangled up but it wasn’t uncomfortable. His presence was always so calming, even now when the air suddenly seemed thick.

   He looked down, “I’m sorry, I just ….needed to see you tonight.” Suddenly you felt incredibly thankful for the low light because you could feel the blood rush to your face. He pulled you back against him and you leaned into his touch, thankful to no longer be in an apparent staring contest.

   "I even dressed like one of the hyungs to try and look more mature but did you notice? hmppp barely" he was mumbling above your head barely audible.

   "Yah, Choi Youngjae, were you trying to impress me?“ you teased, wiggling your torso back and forth, a chuckle rolling off your lips as you finished the thought.

   He pulled back as far as he could, moving his hand from your waist to your cheek, and then he was looking at you like that again.

    "I just wanted you to see me as a man, y/n. You’re my best friend but…I,” he went silent again, “I,” He tried again, “I just….”

  He leaned forward and places a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a moment, before you shifted further into him and smiled.  He pulled back and lay his forehead against yours, “I can’t seem to find the words.”

  "It’s because you’re drunk Youngjae, go to sleep.“ He was rubbing his thumb across your face, he shook his head.

 "I’m not drunk y/n, I’ve never been this close to you…it’s” He paused, licking his lips, eyes leaving yours as he glanced down at our mouth. “Say my name again.” He whispered, his voice deeper, his hand sliding down to your shoulder and his grip just slightly tighter.

 "Why?“ You asked, a little voice inside said you know why y/n but you wanted to be sure.

 "Please” was all he said, pulling you a bit closer, pressing his body against yours. Now certain of what he was asking you felt much less guilty about staring at him earlier. You stretched forward, moving your hands up his chest and tugging him by his shirt forward. As you rubbed your cheek against his, letting your mouth hover by his ear, you could feel his breathing still.

 "Youngjae" you whispered your breath hot against his ear, a low groan escaping his chest as he slid his hand back to your waist, his fingertips pressing hard into your side as he pressed his hips against yours. A high gasp slipped out of your mouth as you felt his erection press into you, as you pulled your head back his quickly followed, his lips quickly covering yours and his tongue darting out softly exploring your mouth.  There was something  different about the way he kissed you. It wasn’t hard or forceful as if this was a sloppy escapade. Rather, He was passionate and tender, slowly kissing you as if he was trying to memorize the feel of your lips against his. You kissed him back arching your body so that your hips met his waist and your breasts were pressed into his chest, he slid his hand down from your waist to your hips, pulling you as closely as possible before he hooked his hand under your knee hiking it up on his side before moving back to grip your ass roughly. You let out a moan as you let your whole body relax into him, rolling your hips against his, soft whimpering into his kiss. Your small sounds encouraging him, he hooked his hand around your hip. Rolling onto his back, pulling you on top of him, your hands moving to find purchase on either side of his head. You settled against him, softly rolling your hips against his desperate for the friction, Youngjae let out a groan as he pulled back for your kiss, moving to press his lips on your neck, on hand circling your waist the other still pressing into your hip.

He bucked up against you as he nibbled your neck, “Youngjae” you moaned out one hand reaching out to grab the back of his head,  he shifted up and forward, one hand spread against your back as he kept you as close as possible.

  "Do you like that, yn?“ He asked softly, his voice rich and hoarse unlike you’d ever heard it before. Yes fuck don’t stop please Youngjae  you mind was going a mile a minute but all you managed to get out was a whiny moan as you rolled against him. "I just wanna make sure I’m doing what you like’. he mumbled against your neck, with each word you could feel yourself getting wetter and you suddenly needed much more than what you were getting.

 "Please, Youngjae” you moaned, hoping the use of his name you egg him on. You were right, as if on cue, he sank his teeth into your neck and harshly grinded into your still clothed sex. It suddenly felt very urgent that the clothes had to go, apparently Youngjae agreed because he moved his hands to you waist and flipped you over unto your back, tugging down your pajama pants quickly. Leaning up and reconnecting your mouths, your harshly took his bottom lip between your teeth, your hands at his belt and he moaned into your mouth, you released his lip and pulled away focusing on his face as you removed his belt and undid his jeans, he held your gaze until he felt you wrap your hand around his length and then his closed his eyes at the pleasure, lightly bucking against you hand a soft groan of “fuck” before he had his lip between his teeth. Your cheeks flushed with pride at the pleasure on his face, you smiled to yourself leaning forward to take his lips as you continued to stroke him, rolling your finger across the tip. He kissed you a bit more urgently, before removing your hand and pushing you back onto the bed.

   You lay back, tugging him along by his shirt as you did, he pulled back to tug the shirt off, before stepping off the bed to remove his pants as quickly as he could. Stumbling in the process, you let out a light giggle, and he looked up a you with a loving smile, “Don’t laugh y/n”

“Sorry, Baby Jae.” you cooed, wiggling your hips as you watched his gaze fall from your face and  down to your breasts rising and falling gently, down to your waist where your t shit was hitched up exposing you hips that were wrapped in thin cotton,  "Or maybe,“ you paused and waited for him to look back up at you. "Maybe I should call you Big Jae now?” you smile at him, pulling your shirt off and tossing it off the edge of the bed, exposing our breasts to the cool air. He swallowed hard, before he started crawling back onto the bed. “Mmm….no” you continued to tease as he finally was within your reach, he grabbed your face in one hand, the other stroking your thighs, you let them fall open, you pulled him towards your face, “I think Youngjae works fine.” He pulled your face towards him, but then he started kissing down your neck, he hooked one finger into your panties, gently running it across the edge as he started to suck on your neck hard. You curled your hip upward as your let out a whine, desperate for more. You wanted more, reaching out to grasp him his hand on your hips faltered and his grip on your face became more tense as he let out a low hiss. He continued to kiss your neck as he rolled into your grasp.

   He reached out and took your wrist, pulling your hand away and holding it against the bed. He backed away, moving to pull your panties off with his free hand. Swiftly tossing them aside before urgently reattaching your lips. Immediately his hand was back on your thigh, pushing them apart, settling between them. He gently stroked your between your folds, you sucked in a breath, effectively breathing in the groan he let out at feeling how wet you already were.

 "Please,“ you moaned into the kiss, "more.”

Slowly he pushed in one digit, you gasped softly and rolled your hips against him, He immediately stroked his thumb up from you entrance and up to circle your throbbing clit as he sank a second digit inside of you. Pulling back slightly to groan at the stretch, soft pleas of “please” and “Youngjae” as his drifted sloppy quick kissed across your cheek and down your neck, fingers still moving quickly in you. Moving his hand down from your wrist to roughly massage your breast. Rolling his thumb over your nipple before moving down to take it into his mouth biting and sucking gently as he let you fuck yourself up onto his fingers. With your now free had you quickly clung to his head. He picked up his speed rolling his thumb and you felt your air leave your lungs as you felt your muscles start to coil.

 Pulling back to pressing your forehead against his, trying to catch your breaths between moans, “Fuck, Youngjae” you dragged his name out as you felt yourself getting close to the edge, your toes beginning to curl up.

  He suddenly withdrew his hand  and you whined at the loss, you looked at him with a pout as you saw him wrap his hand around his length slowly pumping himself as he pulled your hips lower on the bed with his other hand. Leaning to reattach your lips as he pressed into you slowly so you could feel every inch, moaning into your mouth as started to move picking up pace.

Your breathing became more erratic as he rocked into you, feeling your muscles clench around him as he pressed his fingers into your hips, as if trying to slow himself.

 He placed his hand along your jaw, he pulled your face to look at him, placing small chaste kisses on your lips, “Okay?” He asked softly, you learned your face into his hand, as you rocked upwards against him.  Desperately searching for the friction to rebuild your orgasm.

 "Yes, baby, please, fuck me faster" you were whispering against the crook of his neck before he pulled back, hiking your hips up and snapping his hips in a much more urgent pace, moving one hand to lay across your pelvis letting his move his thumb across your clit. The combined stimulation making a loud moan fall from your lips loudly, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth to stop the vulgar noises.

 "I wanna hear it" he groaned out, slamming into you faster his lip tightly between his teeth, a gleam of sweat across his forehead. His sudden commanding tone was intoxicating and you practically felt yourself swoon. Letting out a whimper of Youngjae out as you moved your hand down to grasp your breasts pushing them together and playing with them.

 "Good girl" He grunted out, “You’re, So fucking… good for me..” he was groaning out between harsh breaths and deep thrusts, each one sending you closer to the edge.

“Youngjae, Fuck” a slew of curse words fell from your lips as you felt your walls start pulsing and your eyes start rolling back, until he kissed you roughly one hand smashing your face against his and you felt yourself come undone, mouth going slack against Youngjae as he moved to place gently kissed down your neck as he maintained his rhythm riding out your high. He followed shortly after, his thrusts becoming harder and erratic until you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a soft groan leaving his lips. As his hips slowed he started peppering soft kisses all across your face.  Pulling back to look at you, he smiled softly a hazy glow on his features. You bumped your nose against his, feeling warm under his gaze.

 His lips were red and swollen, his hair wild and his cheeks flushed. You were sure you looked the same, maybe worse, but he was giving you that look again and you felt like your heart was going to burst. “Stop looking at me.” you giggled out. Smacking his arm as he pulled out of you and rolled to his side facing you. You turned to look at him, you hips a bit sore as you rotated and shifted them. He was still looking at you with googly eyes.

 "I don’t wanna stop looking at you,“ He said softly, "I never do.”  

  You felt your heartbeat in your ears and you had to fight very hard to stop from grinning like an idiot. It was too hard you found, you instead you shrugged away from his view placing a quick kiss on his cheek then sneaking off to the bathroom to clean up.  On your way back Youngjae appeared to be asleep the covers and pillows had been fixed and he was tucked in neatly on his side. Grabbing his shirt and pulling it over your head before crawling into bed. As soon as you lay down you felt hand quickly pull you back and flush against Youngjae’s stomach, resting your head on his arm. He placed a kiss on the top of your head.

  In What felt like seconds you could feel his gentle breathing quickly luring you to sleep.

 "I love you, y/n" he said softly, “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

 "I love you too, pabo.“

    Your phone had gone off at exactly 7:58 AM, it was your boss. Once you snuck out answered her question and gone to crawl back in bed you had found Youngjae was sprawled across the bed diagonally, his head and arm falling off the side.  Your sore muscles ached and you were suddenly starving. You crouched next to him and began tugging on his ear, "Wake up, Jaeeeee”

   "ughhhhhh oh my god….“ the boy began groaning, "be quiet baby please my head”

    "Here drink this it’ll make you feel better,“ You said placing the bottle of water from the night stand in his grasp. Youngjae sat up, rubbing his eyes and drinking most of the water before he finally saw the clock on the wall.

   "It’s only 8 am!” He protested, looking at you as if you had called Coco ugly (again)

   "I know that, but i couldn’t sleep and I’m hungry.“

   "Why do i need to be awake for you to eat, noona?” He whined, flopping back into the bed.

   "You’re my personal servant today remember! Go cook me breakfast! Pancakes please! oh and Eggs!“ You began teasing poking his side.

    "Can I put vodka in my OJ? i need a drink.” He gave in standing up and stretching.

   "It’s 8 am, Youngjae, you can’t have Vodka.“ You giggled wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back, his arms heavy around your shoulders.  You pulled away and headed towards the kitchen, "Let’s go, You work for me, you’re my slave so, chop chop get cooking kid.”



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Wrong Partner

Summary: A trip to Disneyland with Tyler’s family in which you unintentionally spend more time with his younger brother instead of him, striking him to become jealous.

Word Count: 2,084.

A/N: Big thank you to the sweet anon who requested this gem. Sorry for being on hiatus for almost a month on posting any new fics but hopefully I’ll be back on track for things. Hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated my frens.

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Smooth - Johnny [3]

A/N: Sorry for the delay guys! I’ve been having some writer’s block and I’ve been busy with school but here it is, part 3! Hopefully part 4 won’t take as long… Lots about Johnny’s background in this chapter hope ya like it :)

-Admin Kay

Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Pt 5   Pt 6

Part 3 - Johnny

Genre: Informational, Subtle Fluff

Rating PG

(slight language)

Word Count: 2,590

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