the strokes last night

confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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anonymous asked:

RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"

Anonymous said:
I already made a request last night but, I realized it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile. Tis amaze.

Anonymous said:
Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.


So these are actually some of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorry ivebeenbusy x.x

BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^

(had also planned to be for @serensama )

–R.I.


MC on Her Time of the Month

Yoosung

  • Text Message Received. “Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of the month, so I can’t swim…”
  • He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the one day you could actually meet up :C
  • -insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
  • Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup, lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she would)
  • Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel today?”
  • Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
  • The colour drains from his face.
  • “OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT. L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features as he desperately pushes you to your room.
  • He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
  • Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk around
  • You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made sure to draw something different)
  • “I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
  • Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read the message
  • Seven: lololol I guess he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zen

  • You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon waking up after a…. good night together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
  • He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or something…
  • You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
  • A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss as you clutch at it. What the…?
  • As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
  • You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you. “Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
  • Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast. Don’t worry about anything.”
  • He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into your eyes.
  • In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets, throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
  • “Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back faster.  
  • The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re okay.
  • “I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,” he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
  • Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.

Jaehee

  • From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
  • Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them, which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
  • But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let Jaehee down, after all.
  • But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely, your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs were beginning to give out.
  • From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
  • “MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry, although she was trying to express her anger.
  • You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
  • Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, ashamed in herself.
  • “But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
  • Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
  • Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter… customers are waiting.”
  • She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
  • And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside you.

Jumin

  • The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
  • “Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
  • Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
  • “I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
  • “It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
  • “I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
  • Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly uncomfortable.
  • Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m out?”
  • “Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
  • Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
  • “Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy stuff you ordered.”
  • He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
  • SMACK!

Seven/Saeyoung

  • The moment he heard your first whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
  • “Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
  • You were curled up, rocking gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes
  • “Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
  • “W-w-what do I do?” he stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
  • But you couldn’t even answer, groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
  • “I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared, suddenly dashing out your room
  • Wait what?
  • “Come baaack,” you called out, feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
  • From the open door, you could hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
  • Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
  • “I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I please!”
  • Did he already forget about you? You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
  • “Good, I’m glad we cleared this up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
  • Fuck, was he trying to get Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
  • You mentally counted down 5 minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
  • “I’m so glad you’re here! Thank youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
  • “MC?” a soft, feminine voice called out to you from the doorway.
  • Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?! I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
  • Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
  • “N-no.. never mind.” It was always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
  • “Seven called Mr. Han to demand that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help, MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained, holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
  • From behind her, you noticed Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at your weakened form.
  • “Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung, you can come in, you know…” you said.
  • “B-but!! I’m a pure girl, darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his head furiously.
  • ….That’s what he was worried about?
  • “Seven… Periods are not contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.

V

  • He was always prepared when it was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
  • “MC, maybe you shouldn’t be wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
  • “W-wha?” you yawned. You were only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the date. “Oh, you’re right!”
  • By the time you went to change, you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now? …Too many to count.
  • It took a couple hours before the pain started to kick in.
  • Considering this was a reoccurring pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
  • “MC, honey, I prepared a hot bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked, checking in on you.
  • “Nng… I can’t really walk right now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
  • He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
  • If this had been a normal day, you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
  • He fed you chocolate as you sunk into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
  • By the time you went to bed, the cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.

Saeran

  • When he finished his morning shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
  • He snickered, “Was I too hard on you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
  • You shook your head, correcting him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
  • Immediately, his smile dropped. What the fuck?
  • “What… what is that supposed to mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
  • “I’m bleeding from my vagina, what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
  • “Erm. Oh,” he stated in surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
  • “Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Saeran…”
  • He frowned, not knowing what to do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
  • You flashed a small smile at him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
  • He smiled back with a hint of relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
  • “And what if I said I only need you?” you joked.
  • He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
Third Times a Charm (Valentines)

Requests: “Could I request a Barry Allen Valentines day fic, please? :) Maybe Barry is trying to make a really romantic/special day for reader and work keeps getting in the way each time they get together? Love you and your fabulous writing. 😘” (Credits to gif owners!)

Try 1: The whole point in Barry bringing you to a Valentine’s dinner a week early was because he wasn’t sure if something would come up on Valentine’s Day itself. It was a mutual decision to go out a week early and just spend time together. So the first try at a date was when Barry was going to bring you to dinner and then a movie. 

 But he called and explained he couldn’t because there was a bank robbery and he needed to be there. You understood, you weren’t so disappointed. It was something you were both mentally prepared for so there was no big deal.

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Hangover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark

Words: 886

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by little--batman

Opening your eyes that morning was like stabbing them the moment the sun came into your view. At the same time, a pounding started inside your head making you groan and letting you feel how sore your throat was. Water. You needed water. First, you took a deep breath and sat up on the slowly, but you still got dizzy so you had to lie down again. Damn alcohol.

Judging by the amount of light coming through your window, you imagined it must be around noon so it wasn’t surprising that you were in bed alone. Bucky would had been up for hours now.

It took you around three time to get you out of bed without getting dizzy and still, you didn’t feel too safe on your own feet yet. Slowly, you grabbed one of Bucky’s hoodies, put on your woolly socks and left the room. As you went downstairs, you could hear the team talking in the living room. Damn lucky bastards. Steve and Bucky couldn’t even get drunk, Natasha had too much control over herself to drink that much and Tony always managed to avoid hangovers, it didn’t matter how much he drank. Your only hangover partner used to be Wanda but she was out of town with Clint.

“There she is!” Natasha exclaimed when you made your appearance.

She has a hangover oh! She’s been drinking too much!” Tony sang making them laugh.

“Noisy” you mumbled as you headed towards the kitchen without paying too much attention to their mocking.

When you walked into the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and grabbed some water to drink, not even bothering on grabbing a glass. Glasses weren’t important; water was.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice said behind you. With a sigh you turned around to face him. Despite how awful you were feeling, a smile appeared on your lips as you saw his.

“I think I’m dead”, you replied making him laugh.

“You definitely look like you are” he smirked walking over you.

“That’s nice” you rolled your eyes.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, so you could place your head over his shoulder and close your eyes. No. Bad idea. The moment you closed your eyes, the dizziness came back so you pushed them back open and took a step away from your boyfriend who looked at you with confusion for a moment, before getting it.

“Dizzy?” He asked.

“My head is spinning more that after flying with Tony” you mumbled.

“I’m not surprised. You were so wasted last night” he said stroking your hair slowly. You took another sip from the bottle and looked at him, expecting a lecture.

“Did I say or do something too stupid?” You asked, not being able to remember a single thing.

“Don’t worry” he chuckled. “You were adorable actually, telling everyone how much you loved them” he added.

“Oh God…loving drunk. My favourite” you said sarcastic.

“Actually you said something it surprised me”, he said.

Panicking you looked at him. You knew the big mouth you could be when you were drunk, so you didn’t even know what to expect when it came to alcohol and Bucky mixed. Probably it wasn’t something too bad, since he was grinning like a real idiot.

“You said you wanted to marry me someday”, he said.

“Oh…did I?” You whispered blushing.

It was true though. You loved the man that was standing right in front of you, more than anyone else in this world. You knew he was the love of your life, you didn’t want anyone else with you. You wanted a life and a family with him, but you had always been too scared to bring it up since, maybe, it would have been so much for him. Apparently, Drunk (Y/N) wasn’t that scared of the repercussions of that statement.

“Was it true? Or was the alcohol talking?” He asked taking your hand.

“Don’t people say that drunks always tell the truth?” You asked back as you bite your lip.

“They do”, he nodded with a smile.

“There you have your answer” you shrugged looking down at the bottle.

He took the bottle from your hands and put it away, before grabbing your chin and making you look up to those piercing eyes.

“Then I do”, he said making your heart skip a beat.

“W-what? Are…are you proposing? Have I proposed? What?” You started asking confused and suddenly nervous. You did want to marry him someday but you weren’t ready to take that step yet. He laughed a little and kissed your forehead.

“None of it. It’s just a promise…that one day, when our lives are not this messy or in danger every time we go out on a mission, I will marry you” he told you.

“Really?” You asked biting your lip.

“Of course. Plus, I love how (Y/N) sounds” he shrugged making you laugh.

“You’re an idiot” you said grabbing his head to pull him down towards your lips and kiss him, but he pulled away way too soon.

“Ok, go brush your teeth. Jeez” he said giving the bottle back to you. “Damn hangover” he mumbled walking back to the living room, leaving you even more confused with a bottle of water on your hand. He was weird.

Marry Me. (F)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader. 
Genre: Fluff. So. Much. Fluff.
Word count: 2.8k.


Prompt:
Can you do a really fluffy scenario where one of the members (preferably maknae line) blindfolds the reader and proposes to her a rooftop on new years eve ? You are amazing, thanks and I love your works! ❤ i chose taehyung for this scenario, hope you like it <3


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anonymous asked:

How do you think shawn would be the morning after your first time together?

I think he’d be the most cute and fluffy thing ever. Like when you woke up, he’d already be awake, just lying beside you and watching you. His fingers would be stroking your skin and his nose tip would brush against your collarbone. His hair would be all messy and fluffy and his cheeks would still be red. His smile would widen the moment you were awake and a goofy smug would appear on his lips, when remembering how good last night were.

Shawn would let his lips run over your arms, kissing and licking a little. “Man, you are stunning, you know that?” he’d whispered against your skin, making you blush massively. His fingers would explore your body, stroking and rubbing certain places. 

“I guess I marked my territory pretty well last night” he’d say, stroking all the hickeys and marks he’d left on your body. 

Your territory?” you’d ask him, raising your eyebrow. 

Oh yes, you’re mine now” he would reply, before kissing you tenderly. 

“Mine” he’d breathe against your lips. 

“Yours” you’d whispered back. 

“So, let me make you the best breakfast ever! Tell me what you like?” he would ask, wanting to do something nice for you, wanting to spoil you. 

“You. I like you” 

“Funny eh, but seriously, what do you want to eat?” 

“The answer is still you” 

“Well someone’s a eager girl” he’d smirked, but finally give in and have the most amazing morning sex with you. 

okay so day one complete:

- i love my job
- no seriously
- “load up we’re burying grandma”
- “the guy who was supposed to grill for the wake had a stroke and passed last night, he’ll be in soon,  heh. I can grill so I’m gonna go fill in.” this was a funeral director
- “when it rains, uh, it gets busy here.” “are you serious” “yeah people like to die when it rains here.”
- i get along with everyone even the office Debra™
- walking out of the kitchen and immediately encountering a body
- it’s honestly startling bc it’s so casual
- there are candles everywhere
- my office walls are covered in 100+ year old maps of every historic cemetery in the tri-county area
- i have a typewriter and he is my child, i have named him horatio
- he’s going to get his own nameplate 
- i really god damn love my job okay

Bad News

Good morning everyone, I’m sorry but little to no imagines will be posted today. My granddad had a stroke last night and is currently in the hospital. I’m really sorry guys, but I hope you al have a great day nevertheless.

Thanks to persistent right-side weakness from the stroke combined with dizziness from the antibiotics, several times last night “turning over in bed” missed becoming “falling off the bed” by two inches or less. Hence my need for a nap today.

Playful Lessons - George Weasley x Reader (Request)

Request: “Can you do one with George Weasley, where like (Y/N) is dating George, and he’s like sliding his hand up her skirt and stuff in class, and then after they ditch dinner, and go do the ‘deed’. Thanks!”

Warning: Graphic Sex

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“I’m so bored.” you yawn, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Same here. As much as  I think he’s a cool guy, I could make this lesson so much more interesting than old Lupin here ever could.” George Weasley’s eyes lock onto your own, “For you, anyway.” he smirks as his hand disappears under the desk.

“George, please just bugger off! I’m supposed to be concentrating!” you giggle, flicking his hand away from your leg and straightening yourself up in your chair.

“You weren’t complaining last night.” he grins, propping his head up with his hand.

“George!” you hiss, trying not to laugh whilst looking around to make sure that nobody was listening.

“Can you two be quiet in the back please. There are others in this class that WANT to learn.” Lupin orders sternly.

Your cheeks redden as you realise you must have been talking loud enough for people to hear. George merely sniggers upon seeing your reaction.

“Calm down, Y/N. We won’t be the first, and certainly not the last 'amorous’ students at Hogwarts.”

“Yeah well, I don’t want people thinking of me like that, George.” you whisper shyly, not wanting to sound like too much of a killjoy.

“I seriously doubt anyone thinks of you like that Y/N,” George laughs incredulously before leaning closer to you, “I’m pretty sure anyone would be pretty damn shocked to discover what you’re really like in the bedroom.” he whispers, his finger now drawing circles into your knee.

“Oh really?” you croon.

“Like you need reminding.” he replies confidently.

Flashbacks of the night before come flooding into your mind’s eye, causing your body temperature to rise slightly as George strokes your inner thigh.

“You do remember last night, don’t you Y/N?” he asks, interrupting your explicit daydream.

“Mhm.” you answer, biting your lip in an attempt to contain yourself as George’s long fingers slowly travel up the soft skin of your inner thigh. Higher and higher. Closing your eyes, you remember how his tongue had made the same tantalising journey towards your sweet spot last night.

“Miss Y/L/N!?”

Professor Lupin’s voice snaps you out of your drunken-like reverie and your eyes spring open, only to find that the whole class’ eyes were on you.

You look to George for any sign of support but he’s already burrowed his head in his arms on the desk to try and hide his laughter.

'I’m glad you’re finding this funny!’ you rage, making a mental note to get him back later.  

“Professor?” you voice tentatively, feeling your face flame violently.

“Are you going to pay any attention in this lesson or are you too busy seemingly falling asleep?” Lupin barks.

“I’m sorry, Professor. It won’t hap-”

“That was my fault, Professor. I had her up most of the night last night with err.. homework.” George finally comes to your rescue.

“Are you not able to cope with your homework on your own, Mr. Weasley?” Lupin asks sarcastically.

“Oh, yes Professor. Just, this one in particular was just, so.. hard. I really, desperately needed a hand with it. She was just the right girl for the job you see.”

George was evidently trying to hide the growing smirk on his face throughout that sentence; knowing full well that you would be dying of embarrassment at the thought of what he was really telling your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

“Right, well, we might as well wrap things up for today. Make sure you bring that essay in by the next lesson. And George – Don’t be keeping other pupils up with it either please.”

“Yes Professor.” George answers as you both get up and leave the classroom.

*****

“I can’t believe you!” you cry, trying to keep a straight face as you, Fred and George sat down in front of the fireplace in the almost empty Gryffindor common room.

“Why, what’s he done now?” Fred questions.

“Oh, nothing, it doesn’t matter.” you stutter, not wanting to relive the moment.

“Come on, spill the beans.” he presses.

“She loved it really.” George sniggers, winking in your direction.

“Oh! Jesus Christ. Too much information, I don’t want to know.” Fred exclaims in mock disgust.

“What’s that?” Ron enquires, sitting down on the hearth with Harry and Hermione.

“Nothing for your little baby ears, Ronnykins!” Fred jokes patronisingly.

“Bugger off! I’m not that much younger than you two you know.” Ron grunts, “Anyway, we’re going down to dinner. Are you three coming?”

“Might as well, nothing going on up here is there?” Fred replies, getting up from his seat and turning towards the portrait hole.

You begin getting up to follow the four of them but George discreetly grabs your wrist and pulls you back down beside him.

“Err, actually. Y/N isn’t feeling too well so I’m just going to stay up here with her. We might come down in a bit.” he lies as you shoot him a confused glance.

“Oh, what’s wrong Y/N?” Hermione asks, “Do you want me to take you up to the Hospital Wing?”

“No thank you, Hermione. I’ll be fine. It’s just a headache.” you stutter, realising how much of a bad liar you are compared to George.

“As long as you’re sure!” she smiles, her bushy brown hair bouncing after her as she turns to leave through the portrait hole.

“What was all that about?” you ask George once they had all left.

“Your innocence drives me mad, Y/N.” he whispers, placing himself roughly between your legs and kissing you deeply.

“Me? Innocent?” you ask angelically, biting on his lower lip.

George sniggers before nibbling on your neck and jawline.

You feel his strong arms wrapping around the back of your thighs as he pushes you up onto the chair arm. He lifts up your skirt whilst placing small kisses on the warm, soft skin of your thighs.

“Oh, George!” you moan, as he suddenly places his mouth over your sweet spot, breathing hot air onto your underwear.

He continues to tease you mercilessly, kissing and biting your clit ever so gently through the wettening fabric of your underwear as he grabs your behind, squeezing your curves roughly.

George moves slightly upwards, taking the hem of your underwear between his teeth and pulling them off slowly.

“Wow, babe. You’re so wet!” he exclaims at the sight of your dripping mound.

“Well you’ve been getting me all worked up since Dark Arts.” you blush, aware of how wet you’ve been all evening.

George smirks proudly before plunging a finger into your core.

“Ohh yeah!” you moan loudly, arching your back slightly as your body adjusted to his intrusion.

“You like that, Y/N?” he asks, as he continues to pound your throbbing walls with his middle finger.

“Mmm, yes!” you groan, grinding your clit into the palm of his hand.

“Do you want more?”

George had barely finished the question before you almost screamed your reply.

“Good girl.” he whispers huskily, lowering his mouth over your naked flesh and gliding his tongue up from your perineum to your clit before dipping his expert tongue inside you.  

Your body writhes underneath him as you grind yourself into his mouth. You feel a familiar knot growing in the depths of your stomach and you know that it won’t be long before you reach your climax. Your hands reach down, your fingers running through George’s flaming red hair, desperately trying to push his tongue deeper inside you.

Your legs begin to shudder and you throw your head back in pure pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut as George brings you ever closer to your orgasm.

“George! I’m going to cum!” you cry, wrapping your legs around his shoulders and clutching the chair arm tightly as the knot in your stomach explodes.

George continues to work on your womanhood, prolonging your rapture for as long as possible.

“Mmm, Y/N, you taste so good!” he moans, cleaning you up with his tongue before starting to unzip his tenting trousers.

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten what you did to me earlier!” you giggle, getting up and straightening your skirt.

George looks scandalised for a moment, but shrugs his shoulders nonetheless as he zips himself back up and pulls you into his arms.

“Shall we go down to dinner?” you ask contentedly.

“As long as you promise to sort me out later.” George jokes, looking down at his deflated manhood.

“I promise.” you smile, kissing him passionately before heading down to the Great Hall.

*****

You walked in to find Fred, Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in their usual spot in the middle of the Gryffindor table.

“What took you two so long? There’s barely any food left.” Harry states, pouring you both a goblet of pumpkin juice.

“My head was splitting.” you lie, “I wanted to wait until it was a bit quieter down here.”

“Feeling any better?” Hermione enquires politely.

“Oh, much better thanks!” you smile, before shooting a knowing look at George who already had a grin on his face.

“Aren’t you hungry mate?” Fred asks George, looking at his twin brother’s almost empty plate.

“No, I’ve already eaten.” George replies with an air of self-satisfaction and a wink in your direction.

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Thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long, hope you like it! 

-N 

2

Oh how I wish I noticed how close I was to my 10 mile goal before the stroke of midnight last night. Oh well. Again, I assumed I wouldn’t walk as much as I did yesterday.

Had wine instead of dinner last night and feeling like shiiiiiit this morning. I was going to have drinks/“date night” tonight but bumped it up to last night instead, so I don’t feel too terrible about the choice as it was kind of inevitable. Still under my calorie goal. (Also please ignore my irresponsible loseit budget I’m just having a hard time getting used to the very generous exercise calories that Fitbit gives me everyday.)

Alone (4)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part sixpart seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; epilogue.

It was already the afternoon when Chanyeol got home.

Climbing up the porch steps to the massive house he shared with his brothers, he dug about in his pockets to find his keys. The last 24 hours had been an absolute whirlwind and all he wanted to do was take a hot shower to rid himself of the stench of alcohol and jail and get some sleep before his date tonight.

But as soon as he opened the door and heard his brothers’ loud voices, he knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

“Chanyeol, is that you?” Minseok called out as soon as Chanyeol stepped inside, his fresh face appearing in the entrance hall. “What time do you call this?”

He sighed exhaustedly, hanging his keys up and kicking his shoes off. “Bro, I could really do without the lecture today. I need to shower and sleep before I do anything.”

Unfortunately, Minseok wasn’t the only brother in. “No, you’ll come and tell us what happened last night,” Junmyeon called out from the living room, making Minseok chuckle and disappear from where he came from.

With a roll of his eyes, Chanyeol trudged his way into the living room. In the back of his head, he checked in on you, hearing your inner monologue as you made yourself a sandwich. He’d rather be with you, trying to convince you of the bond, than sitting in front of his brothers trying to explain the past 12 hours to them.

It would have been bad enough facing just Minseok and Junmyeon, but that wasn’t all who was waiting for him. When Chanyeol walked into the living room, he was faced with Junmyeon and his fiancé Anabelle, Minseok and his girlfriend Iris and a tired birthday boy Sehun with his girlfriend Sofia. Immediately Chanyeol sighed begrudgingly. It would be hard to escape this interrogation.

“Dude! Where did you go last night?” Sehun perked up and asked, stroking his hand through Sofia’s hair as she rested her head in his lap. For a second, Chanyeol stared at them both and felt a pang of sadness. He knew it had only been hours since he’d bonded but he still wished you could be like that with him. It was what he had been waiting for all his life.

Minseok and Iris as a couple were much less touchy feely with each other, happy to sit at opposite ends of the sofa quietly – probably because they were in each other’s heads all the time. “You just disappeared on us all. Did you hook up with someone?” Minseok asked with a playful smirk on his face. Iris must have scolded him because he winced like he was in pain.

Sighing to himself, Chanyeol perched on the piano stool, propping his elbows up on his thighs and his head in his hands. “I needed to get some air and I ended up walking around until I got lost. I was too drunk to find my way back,” he explained, vaguely remembering trudging through random streets until he was completely lost.

“Why didn’t you just call a taxi or call someone? You’ve been gone all night!” Junmyeon asked, giving Chanyeol a stern stare that he knew would be coupled with folded arms if Anabelle wasn’t in his lap.

Chanyeol gulped, knowing he now had to explain he was arrested and bonded with the girl that literally threw him in jail. “My phone died and I had no idea where I was. In the end I almost passed out on the street until police found me and arrested me.”

“You were arrested?” Sehun exclaimed, staring up at him wide-eyed with his mouth gaping open. When Chanyeol looked around, everyone was wearing similar expressions. “Like handcuffs and ‘you have the right to remain silent’?”

Leaning back against the piano, Chanyeol scratched the back of his head, feeling uncomfortable under everyone’s stare. “They didn’t charge me with anything. They just let me sleep in the cell until the morning,” he explained, hoping to leave it at that. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell his brothers about you. He just wanted to wait until he had convinced you a bit more. He knew as soon as they found out, they would demand to meet you.

Junmyeon looked down at Anabelle, the two of them sharing something between their minds judging by how long they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Why are you back so late then?” his older brother asked, ripping his gaze away from his fiancé.

Chanyeol had never been good at lying, especially lying on the spot. “I bonded,” he confessed quietly staring down at his lap nervously.

The expected onslaught of questions followed. “How?” “With who?” “Where?” Sehun even had the cheek to comment on his appearance. “Looking like that?” Chanyeol heard his younger brother mutter.

“She was the police officer who was on duty when I was thrown in jail. I spent half the morning getting over a horrible hangover and the second half trying to convince her of the bond,” Chanyeol continued to explain, running his hand through his hair. He checked in on you in his head, listening to you watching his favourite cartoons sleepily. His heart clenched in excitement – you were perfect for him whether you believed it or not.

“Where is she now?” Junmyeon asked, peering around the door and expecting to find you waiting. When he bonded with Anabelle, he dragged her straight to the house without explaining a thing to her. It was how things were usually done.

But you were different and Chanyeol wanted to protect you from everything, even his family. “She’s at her apartment. We didn’t exactly meet under conventional circumstances. She’s still sceptical about the whole bond thing. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with a house of soulmates.”

“Are you sure she’s the one?” Anabelle asked, giving Chanyeol a warm maternal smile. She was the eldest in the house, even older than Minseok, and she liked to mother over everyone.

In an instant, he nodded. He had never been more sure about anything than he was about you. “I love her already, with all of my heart and soul,” he confessed quietly, feeling a longing pull in his heart that made him want to run back out of the house to find you.

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You didn’t know why but you wanted this date to go well. As you stood in front of your wardrobe trying to find something to wear, you were conscious of the fact you actually wanted to look nice for him. And with the clock ticking closer to 6pm, you needed to find something fast.

“Ah, why do I care so much?” you cried out in frustration, falling to the floor with your legs out in front of you. “Why did I even agree to this?” Burying your head in your hands, you let out a long breath and knotted your fingers in your hair. Maybe you should call him and back out.

Oh wait, you didn’t have his number.

Taking a slow calming breath that didn’t really work, you got back to your feet and tried to find an outfit. After practically climbing inside your wardrobe, you settled on your favourite pink tennis skirt and a loose white blouse with long sleeves that belled out over your hands. You tried to apply eyeliner but your hands were shaking so you quickly gave up and stuck to a touch of lipstick and some blush on your cheeks.

By the time you were done, you were already ten minutes late. Throwing the essentials (including your taser) into a little clutch bag, you slipped into some buckled pumps and left without a second thought, taking the steps two at a time. As you neared the ground floor, you checked yourself and immediately slowed down. Why were you rushing to see Park Chanyeol?

When you opened the door to your building and saw him leaning against the wall waiting for you, you couldn’t help the influx of emotions that bombarded you. His hair was styled back handsomely off his face, his ears poking out cutely through the strands. His eyes lit up when he saw you as did his smile, making your heart quicken with elation. He was happy to see you.

And you were happy to see him?

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you said a little breathlessly. You weren’t sure if it was the running down the stairs that made you short of breath or seeing Chanyeol again. “I didn’t realise I was running so late.”

Chanyeol smiled down at you, peeling himself off the wall. “It’s ok. I knew you were getting ready,” he replied, tapping his temple with his finger.

Oh yeah, he could read your mind.

“You can read mine too,” he replied in a heartbeat, answering your mental question. “It might take some practice to focus but all soulmates learn to do it naturally.”

You sucked in a breath sharply, the butterflies in your stomach quickening. “Ah the dreaded ‘s’ word,” you joked, really starting to hate the term. It just sounded so destined and out of your control and for someone like you who was sort of a control freak, having a ‘soulmate’ didn’t sit well with you.

Sensing your change in mood, Chanyeol quickly raised his hands up like he was surrendering. “Oops, sorry,” he muttered, a cute little puppy expression on his face. “I promise I won’t mention the ‘s’ word for a whole evening. This is just two people getting to know each other on their first date.”

“That I can handle,” you replied, giving him a warm smile.

His grin instantly widened and he turned his back to you, holding out a crooked arm for you to take. He looked over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows at you. “Shall we?”

You took his arm and quickly you calmed down that the nerves were being drained out of your body. “Let’s go,” you cheered enthusiastically, feeling oddly better than you had all afternoon now that Chanyeol was by your side.


The next chapter will be all about our little soulmates and their first date! I hope you like this new update. I’m trying to keep them shorter so I can write them quicker so hopefully you’ll get more of this story faster!

And if you submitted a name for the other soulmates, thank you very much! I’m going to be slowly integrating them into the story :D

Jade xo

[masterlist]

can’t trust everyone || deacon || listen

 i. lies // marina and the diamonds ii. do i wanna know // hozier iii. i’ll be good // jaymes young iv. unbelievers // vampire weekend v. save rock and roll // fall out boy vi. tiptoe // imagine dragons vii. waiting for a war // the morning benders viii. on top of the world // imagine dragons ix. kill your heroes // awolnation x. high tide rising // fox xi. last night // the strokes xii. transpose // bad suns xiii. skulls // bastille xiv. polaroid // imagine dragons xv. dread in my heart // mother mother xvi. no light, no light // florence + the machine xvii. denial // the vaccines xviii. body // mother mother xix. knee socks // arctic monkeys xx. i’m not calling you a liar // florence + the machine xxi. idfc // blackbear xxii. liar // mumford & sons xxiii. requiem for blue jeans // bastille xxiv. give me a sign // the vaccines

|| TALK IS CHEAP (BUT LIES ARE CHEAPER) || DEACON || LISTEN ||

i. lies // marina & the diamonds ii. unbelievers // vampire weekend iii. save rock and roll // fall out boy iv. tiptoe // imagine dragons v. waiting for a war // the morning benders vi. on top of the world // imagine dragons vii. high tide rising // fox viii. last night // the strokes ix. skulls // bastille x. no light, no light // florence + the machine xi. denial // the vaccines xii. body // mother mother xiii. i’m not calling you liar // florence + the machine xiv. liar // mumford & sons xv. stop the world (i wanna get off with you) // arctic monkeys xvi. i’ll be good // jaymes young xvii. honest // the neighbourhood xviii. ghost [stripped] // halsey xix. no one to nothing // mother mother

Champagne Ripples ♡ Pt. 4 (Jumin x MC)

Genre: Angsty? Or maybe not oᴗo

Plot: Jumin Han has always been cold towards you, but an incident at RFA’s annual Christmas party sends Jumin into a panic and his concern for you is revealed.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | [Part 4] | Part 5 | Part 6

♡ A/N: I know I promised lots of romance in this chapter but I liED bc I realized there was a lot more stuff to cover before that so don’t yell @ me pls

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“Is this some kind of joke Jumin? Because I will k i l l you for waking me up this early. How is this even possible when Rika is gone…” Saeran mumbled.

“He’s right, Jumin. You can’t rebuild an organization like that without Rika, right?” Seven asked as he sat down next to his brother.

Jumin rubbed the back of his neck. “I honestly would not be surprised if she left some kind of instruction manual that detailed the inner workings of Mint Eye. That way, if something happened to her, the other members could continue to carry out what she started,” Jumin admitted. He pulled out a piece of paper that Doctor Song had written for him. “This is what we know about the drug MC was given. Does it sound familiar?“

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Might be MIA a bit, unfortunately while at KamiCon I was called and informed that my grandpa (who I am very close to) will pass away this afternoon after a stroke last night. I’m going home to be with family. Deedee gave me the biggest Mom Hug™ when I was kind of falling apart at the con, and my friends have been really supportive as well. Thanks for understanding, Good thoughts are appreciated.

anonymous asked:

jung jaewon & no. 7

A/N: This is extremely short and extremely cheesy.

7) “I dreamt about you last night.”

Originally posted by cheonjaes

You wake up to Jaewon gently stroking your hair. “Mm,” you hum, “Good morning.” 

“Good morning baby,” he replies with a husky morning voice. You open your eyes to find him already gazing down at you. He smiles softly at you with his head propped up on one of his elbows. He then leans over slightly and strokes your cheek with his thumb. 

“Hi beautiful,” he whispers, greeting you again. Butterflies immediately erupt in your stomach. You can’t help but snuggle into Jaewon’s chest to hide your blushing face. “I dreamt about you last night,” he says into your ear. 

Your ears immediately perk up at this new information. You pull away from his chest briefly to look up at him. “Really?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. 

“Mhmm,” he mutters. 

You snuggle back into his chest, “What kind of dream?” 

He idly plays with your hand. “There was a ring on this little finger of yours,” he says tugging on your ring finger. Your heart warms at his words. He pulls you closer, “Can’t wait to make that dream a reality.”