this tee shirt explains how i feel most of the time

Sweet Talker (m)

Summary: A few late night texts leads do something a little more fun.

From: Hoseok💕
Fuck. I’m horny.  – 1:02am

From: Hoseok 💕
Shit. I’m so hard right now– 1:08am

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Smut, light angst || phone sex, long distance relationship
Rating: M
Word Count: 2708

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

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Say Hello to Tim Drake

AN: I decided to start Valentine’s Day off with some soulmark AU love. I really like how relateable this reader is. I think that’s a draw. 

Words: 826

Part 1

    You wish you could see his eyes. You can’t help but feel as though they would tell you something; is he disappointed, excited, nervous? You pray that he isn’t disappointed. You can’t help but feel as though you’re plain looking, you’re not ugly, but not exactly pretty. Then there’s the anxiety. As your mind begins to go through all the possibilities, you can feel yourself getting worked up, as your breathing begins to quicken, until suddenly you’re in his arms.

    He’s sat down on the pavement, and pulled you into his lap. He’s cradling you gently, so that you don’t feel closed in; and from the way his arms wrap around you, the way they stay lax and still give you room,  you can tell he’s been where you are. As the adrenaline fades, you allow the first few sniffles to come, as your breathing begins to slow down and return to normal.

His hand rubs your back, and that’s the first telltale sign for you. You don’t like people touching your back. It creeps you out, makes you squeal, and it’s just genuinely unpleasant. But with him, it feels good, relaxing almost. As you pull back, you wipe at your eyes and then wince.

He notices, “You scraped your hands when you fell.” His voice sounds tired, but it’s smooth. Determined.

“Yeah, not my most graceful moment.”

He gives you a small smile, “Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of falls a lot worse than that.”

You smile at each other in awkward silence, until he sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Red Robin, your soulmate, apparently.”

You take his hand a bit nervously and shake it once, before saying, “I’m Y/N, college student.”

He smiles, before letting go of your hand and pulling up the sleeve of his suit, you stare at your words there, before reaching out and allowing your fingers to skim over them. Then you realize what you’re doing and quickly pull back your hand, as the heat rises to your cheeks.

His fingers grip your chin and turn your gaze towards him, “I wanted you to see them. That way when we meet in real life, you know it’s me.” You stare at him, and you fear the faint sound of police sirens. “Someone must have called the cops. It’s not safe for me to reveal everything here in the open.” You nod, a bit dumbly, He smiles again, “I’ll find you in a few days, and then we can meet for real. I’ll explain everything then.”

Then with one last look, he’s gone, and the cops rush over. It’s a long night of filling out police reports before being escorted back to your dorm. The mortification you feel as everyone stares at you is enough to have you buried under your covers for the next twenty-four hours.

You sleep, skip class, and do your absolute best to not think about the fact that Red Robin is your soulmate, or wonder how exactly he’s going to find you. You fail miserably at the last two. In fact, by the time the twenty-four hours are over, you’ve convinced yourself that he wants nothing to do with you, and that you’re going to die old and alone with three cats.

At some point, you decide you need to move on. So you drag yourself out of bed, and to the dining hall. You load up on stuff that you KNOW isn’t good for you before making the trek to class.You do your best to focus on your professors, while trying not to dwell on the amount of work you’ll have to get done this weekend. By the time the day is over, you’re feeling more exhausted than you should.  

In fact, you’re so exhausted that you nearly miss the gaggle of girls whispering. You peer around them to see what they’re staring at. It’s a good looking boy. He’s dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee-shirt. He’s working on a laptop, and has a large cup of coffee with him.

Then, as though he feels you staring, he looks up and makes eye contact. When he smiles you look away, and do your best to shuffle further into the dorm past the front desk, when all of a sudden you hear him say your name, “Y/N wait a minute.”

You don’t want to, but you do, without meeting his eyes, you turn to face him. He stops in front of you, and you can feel the gaggle of girls looking at the two of you, “I’m Tim Drake, we met the other night.”

You stare at him puzzled, until his scrunches both sleeves of his tee-shirt up, in the most nonchalant way you’ve ever seen, to reveal the same words, your words, from the other night. You stare at him for a minute and he only say grins and says, “Told you I’d find you.” 

really wanna come and get that

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: A Daveed x Reader, smut it up babe, reader really likes DAVEED but is afraid to tell him even though they flirt all the time she feels she isn’t hot enough for DAVEED? Like he hangs with so many hot girls, why would he like her? Then surprise take it from there. Make that reader feel good as FUCK.

summary: reader is crushing hardcore on daveed, but is quiet about it because she’s sure she has no chance, especially when compared to the other girls in the show/he hangs out with

warnings: NSFW!! alcohol, smut, self-doubt, dirty talk, bondage, D/S (whos surprised no one is), mentions of breath-play and face fucking, just so much dirty talk i don’t know what else u want from me

word count: 5,859 (wow im extra)

a/n: I AM BAAAAAACK. renee fic is next, just needed some daveed to get back into the swing of things. hope i’m not too rusty ;) lemme know what you think and all that shiiiiiit. title from clipping’s ‘hot fuck no love’ (HAPPY HOLIDAY)

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college boyfriend!minghao

Originally posted by mountean

  • bless the cutie that requested animal shelter volunteer minghao, i ended up meshing it with another request for college bf!minghao bc i can do whatever i want
  • sfklasjd jk jk
  • now, minghao has always had a strong connection with animals
  • ever since he was a kid, he always just had this intense empathy for animals, so much so that it kind of drove his parents crazy???
  • like minghao would grieve for hours if he accidentally stepped on a bug, or he’d take a whole hour out of his morning when he knows he has to get to school just to help a momma dog and her pups get somewhere safe away from traffic
  • i mean the boy just loves animals to death
  • loves them more than humans tbh
  • so it’s no surprise that minghao became an avid animal shelter volunteer from high school well into his college career

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a poly relationship Seungcheol x Jeonghan x Y/N first time having sex? If that made sense.... Thank you and I love your scenarios!!!!!

I hope this is the kind of poly relationship you were expecting, because you’re getting one where you all love each other hehe 😘 meaning, some JeongCheol is included. ♥ and I’m not fully sure how you meant it, but I wrote it so that it’s the first time you’re all having sex together !

In the series of “Scooter gets carried away with smut”, this is a bit above 4,000 words (this was one amazing request, thank you s o much).

The polyamorous relationship between you, Jeonghan and Seungcheol had been going on for almost half a year, although it often felt like a much longer time with how close all three of you were with each other, mentally and physically, which had more or less to do with all of you knowing each other as rather good friends prior to the relationship. You all enjoyed cuddling, holding hands and just being close to each other just as much as you enjoyed offering each other mental support and a shoulder to lean on; no one was left alone.

Another thing you all enjoyed was sex, but that was something you had yet to try out with all three of you - but that wasn’t to say that all of you weren’t thinking about it. It was only a matter of time until one of you brought it up: you already knew you matched both Jeonghan and Seungcheol sexually more than well, and it wasn’t exactly a secret that the two had had some fun of their own as well.

At least none of you would have to fear that it would be awkward for any of you when you eventually went that far.

That night, you were all watching a movie, with a warm blanket spread over your lower bodies and you and Seungcheol holding bowls of popcorn while Jeonghan sat between you, taking some of the snacks from both of you every now and then. Your legs were more or less tangled, and throughout the movie you’d occasionally move yours so that they were on Jeonghan’s lap and he was lightly holding them, and Seungcheol’s arm was loosely on Jeonghan’s shoulders for most of the movie.

Towards the end, however, Jeonghan started getting more and more fidgety, with his hands reaching to your and Seungcheol’s legs more and more often, higher each time. That already had the two of you quirking your eyebrows, but you didn’t think too much of it until Jeonghan turned to you and pressed his lips to your neck out of the blue.

“Jeonghan?” you asked, slightly amused, and squeezed his leg lightly. He moved up to kiss your jaw, his hand slowly moving higher on your thigh, and merely hummed. You gave Seungcheol a look, and he chuckled.

“Jeonghan, is there something you’d like to say?” the eldest asked and paused the movie, putting his bowl of popcorn away before reaching to put yours away, too.

“Or do,” you added with a giggle. Jeonghan pulled away from you, his eyes a bit hooded, and sighed before looking at you straight in the eye. Seungcheol leaned closer, curious to hear the other male’s answer.

“Can all three of us just like,” Jeonghan started, biting his lower lip a little, “have sex already.”

Seungcheol moved his head a little so that you could see him from behind Jeonghan, and you both smiled a little while excitement began growing inside of you. Oh, you all were definitely on the same wavelength - during your last time together, Seungcheol had briefly mentioned how great it would be to, at last, have some fun with all three of you, and you had agreed with him.

Jeonghan sighed in frustration when neither of you said anything, and he was about to start explaining himself when you cut him off with a kiss and Seungcheol placed a hand high on his thigh. Jeonghan whimpered, slightly surprised and definitely pleased, and replied to your kiss with more hunger than you were expecting while placing his hand on top of Seungcheol’s so that he could try to move it higher on his thigh.

Reaching high enough, Seungcheol was pleased to notice that Jeonghan was as excited and frustrated as he seemed; no wonder he was getting antsy in his pants. You broke away from your kiss with Jeonghan so that you could move down to kiss his neck, and he panted, his heart hammering in his chest as Seungcheol was getting closer and closer to the tent in his pants.

“So we’ll actually..?” Jeonghan asked, sounding obviously dazed, and threaded his fingers in your hair while you kissed his jawline.

“I mean, you’re not the only one who wants it,” Seungcheol said amusedly, and Jeonghan turned to look at him, feeling weak in the knees at the sight of Seungcheol’s dark eyes and his tongue moving over his lips so lusciously slowly. Luckily you were all sitting down.

“Finally,” Jeonghan sighed before getting his other hand behind Seungcheol’s head and pulling him into a passionate kiss. You smiled to yourself at the heavy breathing of them both and began fiddling with the hem of Jeonghan’s tee, but your smile died fast when Seungcheol moved his hand from Jeonghan thigh to yours, immediately sliding all the way up to your crotch.

With you only wearing a pair of loose pajama shorts and your legs opening on their own accord, it wasn’t all that difficult for Seungcheol to run his fingertips up and down your slit through your panties, and all you could do was mewl against Jeonghan’s neck quietly while your fingers started sliding into his sweatpants.

Before you could get that far, though, Seungcheol withdrew his hand from your shorts and broke his kiss with Jeonghan. “I’m assuming this will move to the bedroom?”

“I mean, everything works,” you said, leaning your head against Jeonghan’s shoulder. He smiled at you and placed his hand on your thigh, caressing it. “…But I think that would be the most comfortable option, no?”

You got two agreeing nods, and with you and Jeonghan already moving to the bedroom, Seungcheol took it as his job to turn off the TV and take the popcorn to the kitchen before following you. Upon entering the room, his lips stretched into a grin when he saw you and Jeonghan, both of you on your knees on the bed, him with his hands in your shorts at the back and your hand about to slide into his sweatpants while your lips were locked in a sloppy kiss full of tongue.

“Didn’t take you too long,” Seungcheol laughed and swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned upper body, decorated with a couple of light hickeys from a few nights before. You and Jeonghan both turned to look at him and grinned.

“We’re impatient,” you laughed, although it soon turned into a quiet moan when Jeonghan bucked his hips against yours, his half-hard length rubbing against your mound doing wonders to you.

“I can see that,” Seungcheol said with a meaningful raise of his eyebrows and joined you on the bed. Sitting on his knees behind you, he grabbed Jeonghan’s wrists to move his hands away from your ass. “I’ll take care of this.”

Jeonghan chuckled and slid his hands under your shirt instead. “Whatever that means.”

You bit down on your lower lip in excitement when Seungcheo leaned down to press a kiss on your lower back, right above your ass, with his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts. Palming Jeonghan through his boxers, you grinned at him. “It means good stuff.”

He was about to ask what you meant exactly, but his questions were answered when Seungcheol pulled your shorts and panties down and grabbed your ass, kissing each cheek before giving them a smack that made you moan and tingle all over your body. Jeonghan chuckled and leaned down to kiss you, although it was soon interrupted when he pulled your shirt off you.

Giggling, you wrapped one arm around Jeonghan’s neck and resumed your kiss while your other hand continued palming him, with his hips rocking into your hand slowly. Seungcheol had gotten into a position where he was propped on one elbow, his other hand holding your ass, and his head was between your legs, where it could nicely fit. His hair tickled your legs a little, which made you laugh into your kiss with Jeonghan, but when you first felt his wet tongue run along your slit, you couldn’t help but moan.

“Not so amused anymore, Y/N?” Seungcheol asked with an amused voice and kneaded your ass. While waiting for you to give him some sort of an answer, he brought his tongue out again and continued licking you - when he could taste some of your anticipation on his taste buds already, he smirked.

“Oh, I’m very serious,” you sighed contently against Jeonghan’s lips, your hand now all the way in his boxers as you stroked him steadily. He had pushed his sweatpants down already and was now focusing on kissing you, whether it was on your lips, neck or shoulders, while also massaging your breasts with your nipples loosely caught between his forefinger and thumb.

You spent some time just working each other up, with Seungcheol eating you out as well as he could in his somewhat uncomfortable position, you stroking Jeonghan’s now fully hard cock and covering it with his pre-cum and Jeonghan giving your breasts the attention they craved while his lips travelled along your shoulder area. Seungcheol wasn’t getting too much attention, but he didn’t mind and just focused on the noises you were making, which did wonders to his imagination and thus went straight to his crotch.

Eventually Jeonghan took a hold of your wrist that led to his boxers, however, and gave you a quick kiss with a chuckle. He ran his fingers through your hair as he spoke, visibly amused by the increasing amount of ahs that were coming from you when Seungcheol had gotten you aroused enough. “Seungcheollie needs some attention, too, don’t you think?”

You turned your head around a little, so that you could see Seungcheol lying on the bed, still with his jersey shorts on and no sign of, well, anything going on in them. Pouting, you giggled. “He’s all yours.”

Before moving over to Seungcheol, Jeonghan briefly stood up to get out of his sweatpants and boxers, and you ran your fingers through Seungcheol’s hair, smiling at him when he looked up at you curiously. “Is it okay if I come down a little?”

The black-haired male laughed. “Please, my neck is killing me.”

Seungcheol lay down on his back, and right as you started lowering yourself onto his face, Jeonghan began pulling his jersey shorts down along with his boxers while kissing his way down from his navel. Seungcheol’s breathing got heavier with every inch the younger male moved lower on him, and when Jeongahn was finally kissing along his shaft, he moaned into you and held tightly onto your hips as he pulled you down to fully sit on his face.

You gasped and held the bed sheets tightly in one fist and Seungcheol’s hair in the other, your lips parted in a moan when you felt his tongue running up and down on your wetness. Jeonghan grinned upon hearing and seeing the effect he was having on the older one, and licked Seungcheol’s length while stroking it slowly with one hand and squeezing his thigh with the other - he knew full well it was a turn-on for the eldest.

Biting your lips, you began lightly rocking your hips on Seungcheol’s face, humming in approval at every lick of his tongue and light suck of his lips. You were also infinitely appreciative of the slight vibrations of Seungcheol moaning into you when Jeonghan began teasing the head of his cock with his tongue, not to speak of when he took Seungcheol into his mouth and brought his head down, engulfing most of the thick length.

You turned your head around to see what it exactly was that had the more toned of the two moaning while eating you out, and you felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight of Jeonghan’s lips stretched around Seungcheol as he bobbed his head up and down, his cheeks hollowing in a way that easily gave it away that he was sucking. A moan left your lips at the sight alone. “Holy shit, Jeonghan.”

He let Seungcheol fall off from his lips and smiled smugly while sliding his tongue on the now hard cock. You almost laughed at the innocent tone Jeonghan spoke with. “What?”

“You look really good like that,” you admitted, and got a grin from Jeonghan.

“Thank you,” he said with a chuckle before returning to blowing Seungcheol, who seemed to get more and more desperate judging by how tightly he was pulling you down to his mouth, and how much his legs were starting to quiver and his hips were starting to buck up a little.

Seungcheol massaged your clit diligently with his tongue, proud to see that you were starting to shiver above him, and grunted when Jeonghan briefly deepthroated him, only to let his cock fall off his lips again.

“Are we all good now?” Jeonghan asked, audibly eager to move on with the two of you, and ran his hand over Seungcheol’s abs, something he’d never miss out a chance on touching. You got off the older male’s face, your own one slightly flushed, and after wiping his face with the back of his hand and licking it clean, Seungcheol sat up as well.

“How do you wanna do it?” Seungcheol asked, his eyes moving from Jeonghan to you and back to him, and the younger male grinned while approaching you.

With his thumb dragging your lower lip down and his hand caressing your cheek, Jeonghan looked at you with hooded eyes. “I have a thing for your lips, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested to see how his cock affects you.”

There was something about Jeonghan’s words that had you shivering as you wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked on it lightly, while Seungcheol laughed.

“I think I have both of you just as weak, Hannie,” the older male commented, both flattered and smug, while reaching for one of the bedside tables for a condom. You giggled at his response and let go of Jeonghan’s thumb, looking into his eyes almost challengingly.

“We’ll have to do it the other way sometime,” you whispered to him, and Jeonghan’s lips stretched into a smirk as he cupped your cheek.

“Oh, we will,” he said just as quietly and leaned down to kiss you, his lips soft against yours while his tongue immediately darted into your mouth to play with yours.

Seungcheol placed the wrapped condom on the bed and ran his hand up your right thigh a few times before dragging his fingers along your wet slit and finally pushing one digit into your slowly, which made you moan into your kiss with Jeonghan. The younger male grinned against your lips and only deepened your kiss, moving one of his hands to his length that he began stroking slowly, more to keep himself going than anything else.

You bucked against Seungcheol’s finger as it moved inside of you, and it was soon joined by another finger that he pistoned, scissored and curled, all of which drove you further and further into madness. By the time Seungcheol pulled his fingers out of you, you were quivering and moaning, and Jeognhan’s shoulders had marks of your nails dug into them.

“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol called out, and the mentioned broke away from your kiss, only to be met with two glistening fingers and Seungcheol grinning at him. “Thought you’d like some.”

You watched in awe as Jeonghan first smirked for what seemed like a blink of an eye, then shut his eyes and took Seungcheol’s fingers into his mouth, offering you a similar view as he had when he had sucked off the older male, only this time he was cleaning him from your anticipation. And that only made it hotter.

Seungcheol’s eyes were intent on Jeonghan’s lips as they were wrapped around his fingers, and when his digits were let free, now only damp with the slightest amount of saliva, he chuckled. “Knew it.”

“Delicious as always,” Jeonghan grinned, looking at you playfully, and leaned in to give you a quick kiss. “I think it’s all fours now, babe.”

You nodded and complied, bending forward when Jeonghan had moved backwards a little. Seungcheol looked at you appreciatively, taking in both how hard Jeonghan’s cock was in his hand and just how beautiful you looked on all fours, with your backside presented to him and your legs slightly parted.

Seungcheol hummed and ran his hand down your back, starting from your neck and ending at your ass, which he smacked lightly, if for no other purpose, then to get the surprised albeit satisfied moan from you. He grinned and ran his hand over your ass. “That’s my girl.”

Our girl,” Jeonghan corrected him with a snicker while Seungcheol reached for the condom he had put aside earlier and ripped it open carefully.

“Of course,” the older hummed and gave himself a couple of strokes while intently watching Jeonghan guide his cock to your mouth. When he saw the cute, small licks you were giving him, Seungcheol breathed deeply and finally put the condom on before placing his hands on your hips and just grinding against you. His length slid easily between your ass cheeks, and the friction and knowledge that Seungcheol was hard and about to fuck you had you even wetter than you already were as you whimpered against Jeongan’s cock.

Jeonghan stroked your hair and moved his gaze from your face to Seungcheol’s one. He grinned. “I think Y/N’s getting a bit impatient, Cheol.”

“Really?” Seungcheol asked with faux innocence all over his voice, and moved his cock so that when he moved his hips forwards, it rubbed into your pussy instead. “Is our baby getting impatient?”

You could only hum through your quiet moans as you continued licking Jeonghan’s length here and there, soon focusing on just the tip, which had him hissing.

“I better do something about that,” Seungcheol muttered while aligning himself with your entrance. With one swift thrust of his hips he was sliding into you, and with that, you were letting out a satisfied, long moan with your fingers curling against the mattress. Seungcheol breathed heavily as he was surrounded by your tight heat, and let out a content sigh while looking at just how well you were taking him. “You’re taking me as well as always, baby.”

You hummed him something that none of you could really understand, and looked up at Jeonghan when you opened your mouth wide for him to guide his cock there. Jeonghan licked his lips slowly, and with one hand in your hair, he brought his cock to your mouth and allowed his eyes to flutter shut when you took him into your mouth and brought your head forward, taking more of him in.

Seungcheol looked at the two of you - how your head was bobbing up and down and how Jeonghan was holding your hair and how he was sighing in satisfaction - and it was impossible for him to stay still. His first thrust was on the slower side, as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed completely back in, and even when he continued, he wasn’t too fast. He wanted to savor every thrust, just as much as he wanted you to feel his every movement.

It didn’t keep you satisfied for too long, though, and even while sucking on the tip of Jeonghan’s cock and tonguing the slit, catching some of the pre-cum and swallowing it, you were somehow able to make it obvious that you needed more. Even if it meant that Jeonghan had to, again, put it into words.

“Go faster,” the younger male said, placing his hand on Seungcheol’s strong arm that was leading to your hip as a sign that he was, indeed, talking to him. The other male nodded in understanding, and with a firmer grip on your hips, started thrusting faster - and harder.

You mewled around Jeonghan and let him fall off your lips for a moment, whining with how good it felt to have Seungcheol finally slamming into you the way you loved it. You loved the way he fucked you no matter how he did it, but in that moment hard was just how you wanted it. Jeonghan watched in awe and stroked himself, swallowing hard as his eyes moved between your satisfied expression and Seungcheol’s focused one, his brows slightly furrowed and lips parted.

He let his eyes fall lower and bit his lower lip hard when he saw how Seungcheol’s cock pushed in and out of you, how your ass jiggled with the force at which his hips met it and how you started to push more and more back against him. Jeonghan whimpered, almost cumming there and then. “Fuck, you two are hot.”

Seungcheol grinned cockily and winked at the younger male, while you whined with how good you were feeling with his thick length rubbing into all the right places inside of you. “I know.”

Jeonghan contemplated on how he wanted to proceed, and ended up running his fingers through your hair and tug it lightly, which elicited a moan from you. “Y/N, I’m kinda, ah, close.”

You lifted your face in an instant, parting your lips so that Jeonghan could guide himself between them, and let him push in. He remained still after that, and with your tongue swirling around the head of his length and you sucking on it a little, he finally reached his orgasm not much later, a groan ripping from his throat. Seungcheol followed the scene in front of him intently, his thrusts a bit sloppy as he watched Jeonghan’s face contort and his fingers slowly loosen in your hair, but he collected himself again soon afterwards.

When you let Jeonghan fall off your lips and had swallowed his cum, after which Jeonghan patted your head and smiled almost softly at you, Seungcheol stopped his movements and pulled out, tapping your hips. “Change of position?”

You nodded a bit weakly and watched Seungcheol lie down on his back, reaching for you with his hands. Smiling, you got closer and gave him a couple of sloppy kisses before getting one of your knees over him, so that you were above his crotch with your back facing him.

“I was thinking the other way around, but…” he mumbled, almost confused, but placed his hands on your hips either way.

“I think this will work better with three of us,” you said with a chuckle and placed one hand on top of Seungcheol’s on your hip and guided him back to your entrance with the other. Jeonghan was sitting close to you, watching in amazement as you sunk down on Seungcheol’s cock slowly, visibly enjoying every little bit of him that pushed into you.

“Beautiful,” the younger male breathed with his eyes locked on how well you took Seungcheol, and you merely smiled as you began moving your hips, back and forth with the slightest vertical movement included. Seungcheol grunted underneath you, his brows furrowing as you worked your magic on him, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but chuckle at the rather loud ”Fuck” that the older said under his breath.

After he had recovered a little, Jeonghan got closer to the two of you and found a comfortable place between Seungcheol’s legs, right in front of you. He brought one hand to your breast, slightly jiggly as you rode the older male, and the other he slowly slid down to your clit. Jeonghan licked his lips slowly, grinning smugly when your face contorted in pleasure when his finger pressed against your clit and started rubbing gentle circles into it.

“Oh, god,” you whined, leaning closer to Jeonghan and increasing the speed at which you were desperately riding Seungcheol. The younger male hummed in approval and caught your lips in a kiss that he was only able to keep up for a short while, because when Seungcheol began fucking up into you, you were too far gone to focus on kissing.

Not much later, Seungcheol was grunting as he released into the condom, and with Jeonghan’s lips leaving light marks in their wake on your chest and his fingers rubbing your clit erratically, you were coming hard, too.

Panting hard, you clung onto Jeonghan once he had removed his fingers from your clit, and Seungcheol ran his hands up and down your sides soothingly, breathing heavily as well while the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through his body.

“Why on earth did we wait this long to do this?” Jeonghan asked, probably more rhetorically, and wrapped his arms around your tired body. You laughed against his skin and lifted yourself off Seungcheol with the help of his strong arms.

“Better late than never,” Seungcheol said with an amused shrug when he got up and got the condom off himself, tying it up before tossing it at the bin by the bed. Jeonghan smiled at him, and got a smile back.

“Well,” you said, slowly detaching yourself from Jeonghan, and looked at your boyfriends. “At least we know it works.”

“I think we’ve known that for a while,” Seungcheol said with a wink at you, and you shrugged with a giggle.


All of you had an annoying, thin layer of sweat on your bodies, so you had a messy shower that you concluded would be the first and last you would ever have with all three of you, before getting back to bed, all of you wearing nothing but underwear.

You lay down in the middle, your left hand holding Jeonghan’s right one and your head leaning slightly against Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“Didn’t we have a lot of leftover popcorn?” you asked suddenly, earning chuckles from both of the males.

“It’ll make for good breakfast,” Jeonghan suggested, half as a joke, and got a nudge from Seungcheol. You giggled.

“Or,” Seungcheol said, sitting up and flashing the two of you a bright grin, “we can just get the popcorn here and talk for a while.”

Neither you or Jeonghan had any objections, so a few minutes later you had abandoned the idea of sleeping and were instead sitting up on the bed, talking quietly about whatever popped to your minds while feeding yourselves and each other popcorn.

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GREY AREA. (M) | 04

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.


“But you, you’re special to me. When I’m with you I feel something is just right. I believe in you. I like you. I don’t want to let you go.” -Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
 Word Count: 7,362
 Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst

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The next day you found yourself sitting on the wooden bleachers that were found in the dance studio. A place that seemed to become more familiar to you the more often you visited. Which, wasn’t frequently enough.

A book sits in your hands, and no matter how hard you try to pay attention to it, it is no match for what is occurring a few feet in front of you.

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Undercover (2/?)

Summary: You haven’t been on a mission in months, you stay behind your desk at SHIELD headquarters a lot recently.  When Fury calls you for an important undercover  mission, well, you cant really tell him no , can you? You just wish you knew what you were getting yourself into beforehand.

Pairing: Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (kinda)

Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness 

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                                                     Chapter Two

     It takes you a minute to snap out of your shock, but then you quickly follow behind Steve.  As you step In the house, you scan your new surroundings. You slowly walk around the TV room,  your eyes going to the line of pictures on the mantel of the fireplace.  Each one sent a wave of warmth in you , every picture is of you and Steve. The wedding photo of you two dancing is what your eyes are stuck on.  Damn, who ever made these is seriously talented! Part of you is jealous, wishing that what the pictures portray could be real. The other part of you , the more sensibly side, is reminding you that you are in fact on a mission .

You hear footsteps from behind you , and you can feel Steves body heat radiating off him .

  The house isn’t bugged, Captain.” you say as you turn to face your new husband.

He nods,  a blush creeps over his cheeks as he begins speaking, “ Ill never understand how they could make these pictures so real.” he says, his eyes going to the wedding picture .

“ Who ever did it is very gifted,that kind of technology is still a mystery to me too. I’m Y/n , by the way.” There is a small hint of awkwardness between the two of you , but you don’t expect anything less. He shakes your hand, your heart feels like its going to beat out of your chest at the contact. I need to control myself, this is for business, not pleasure.

You clear your throat, “ Want to fill me in on exactly what I’m walking into?”

  He nods, sitting on the couch , gesturing for you to join . You take the seat next to him.

Steve spends the next hour explaining details. You two are newlyweds, that just moved here to start your life together. There is a retirement party being thrown for a Sergeant at the station in a week, and families are expected to be there.  It would be suspicious if you didn’t attend, risking blowing this mission is not an option; that’s why you are here.  You aren’t here just to play arm candy for him though , you are to get close with the others families to see if theres any hint as to who is HYDRA .  Steve also informs you that  A lot of these men have government ties, the chance that their ties are also Hydra is high . The last thing this country needs is anymore Hydra agents in government positions.

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. “Okay , so the house is the only safe zone as of right now. Everywhere else, our cover is up . You know what that entails, right ?“ you shyly ask .

 "uhm I - yes ma'am .  We have to act like a real married couple. Hand holding, kissing- ”

“ You sure you can keep up with the PDA ?” you tease . Steves cheeks turn pink, his eyes crinkling as he shoots you a goofy smile.

“ Don’t worry , I wont get too handsy. Maybe ” you wink as the last word leaves your lips. You didn’t think it was possible, but hes blushing even harder. This is going to be interesting.

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    You spend the rest of that day learning more about your covers, memorizing all the details you could about Chris Smith .  When its time for bed, Steve tries to take the couch .   What a gentleman .

” You know, if we want to sell the part we should start getting comfortable around each other Steve. You’re sleeping in the bed, no arguments.“

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He didn’t try to argue , he agreed with your point.  You follow behind him as he guides you to the master bedroom, which is a lot bigger than you thought itd be. It was very spacious, with a giant bed placed against the back  wall. The walls are grey , yellow accents placed around the room. You feel oddly at home already .  You both agree to sleep in what you’re most comfortable in ; leaving Steve in nothing but flannel pants , & you in a baggy tee& underwear. 

   When you finally collapse into bed, Steve stays more than an arms length away . Has he ever shared a bed before?

” i don’t bite Steve, you don’t have to lay all the way over there.“  you joke .

 He shuffles closer, but still not close enough .  He is not making this easy .  You bite the bullet, scooting yourself back until your ass is against him. You hear him gasp at the contact, making you slyly smile.  

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” you okay with this?“ you softly ask, not wanting to push him too far .

” yeah “ he releases a loud sigh , he lightly drapes his arm over your waist, testing the waters to see how you’ ll react. When you don’t flinch, he properly rests his arm over you , his hand grazing your bare thigh .

” Good night Steve.“ you mumble, letting your eyes slip closed .

” Good night, wife.“ you feel him smile against your hair, your lips twitch up as you finally drift asleep.

   The doorbell jolts you both out of your sleep, you send Steve a ‘wtf’ look before he rolls out of bed , throwing on a t shirt and sliding a gun into the back waistline of his pants. He’s out of the room before your feet hit the ground . Your scitter into the bathroom, shedding your tee and sliding into the silk robe that is hanging on the back of the door. You tie it around you , then  grab your pockey knife from the bathroom drawer and slip  it into your pocket in case. You bolt from the room, but as you approach the front room you hear an additional voice that you cant recognize.

” I was in the neighborhood, thought id drop by so i could finally meet your wife Smith! You cant hide her forever!“ the voice teases. Who ever this man is sounds harmless, but you know not to judge a book by its cover.

Steve goes to speak , but you interrupt . Putting forth your best innocent voice,

” Sweetheart, what- Oh , hello .“ you say shyly, pulling your robe tighter against your body .

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” You didn’t tell us she was this beautiful man!“ the man says, slapping Steve on the shoulder. You watch the blush rise on Steves face when he sees you ,The robe was short and black, hitting you  about mid thigh so it showcases your legs perfectly.

You giggle as you shake the mans hand,

” I’m , Peter . You must be the famous Anne,its nice to finally meet you.“ he says with a smile.

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” Its nice to meet you too Peter! I’m looking forward to meeting everyone else at the party next week .“ you say as you move to Steve side , interlocking your hands as soon as your close enough .

"  You don’t have to wait that long sweetheart, me & my wife are having a bonfire tonight . Some of our neighbors, along with co workers will be there! Give you two a chance to meet new people other than our co workers pal. ” He says , elbowing Steve in the ribs.  Oh crap, we need an excuse. I’m not ready! I was banking on having a week to prepare more before having to be in this situation! Your smile doesn’t leave your face as your internal panic increase . Little did you know Steve was worrying as well .   Before Steve can politely decline the offer, Peter adds,

“ I’m not taking no as an answer. We’ve all been dying to meet Anne,  we’ll see you 7 !” he says as he walks out . 

Well shit .

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Roman Reigns One Shot - First Impressions

  • Based on this prompt: “You can touch me but I know you won’t.” @moxxetti

I looked around the arena wondering how I had gotten suckered into coming. It was filling up fast. Lila had called at the last minute, her cousin had bailed on her and she had no one to go with. She had begged. She knew a few of the wrestlers and had scored ringside seats but the only problem was that I knew nothing about wrestling or the WWE, nor did I care to. Yet here I was, sitting in probably the best seats in the house about to watch something I had zero interest in. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Lila elbowed me in the ribs. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Yeah,” my eyes narrowed, “we’ll see.” I picked up my beer and took a long sip, hoping there was enough alcohol in this place to get me through the next three hours.

“It’s a house show, they’re always so much better than the live tapings – no script, no PG rating to worry about. Just a bunch of people out there having fun and entertaining us.” Lila shouted over to me as a blast of music and pyro went off.

“What the fuck is a ‘house show’?” I shouted back.

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He Was Found


I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.

Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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Just Friends (part nine) - Stiles Stilinski

You were standing in your drive way.  Yours.  Not Stiles’.  Staring up at your house.  Questions and thoughts racing through your mind.  Your Mom’s car was in the drive, was she still home? What if she was just on a walk.  You didn’t see Jerry’s car around, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there.  You swallowed thickly.  Would your mother even want to see you? Did she know what happened? 

You swallowed, and turned back to see Stiles sitting in the front seat, where you told him to stay. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed, and you nodded.

You turned back to the house, and walked up to the door.  You needed to talk to your mother.

A shaky hand knocked three times, and as you waited anxiously, you sucked in sharp breaths.

And when the door opened, you stared with your mouth hung open.

“y/n?” Your mom smiled a watery little smile.  “Baby where have you been?” She cried now, and you wanted to hug her- but you didn’t know what was right to do.  “Come in, we have a lot to talk about” She said softly, and you nodded, following her in.  You stole a glance back at Stiles before you closed the front door, and gave him a quick thumbs up.

“Is Jerry home-”

“Oh baby I’m so sorry” Your mother said, pulling you in for a hug.  You didn’t hesitate this time, just squeezed onto her and hugged her tight.  “I got a call from the Sheriff at the police station last night and I- I was just so scared” Tears brimmed your eyes.  “He told me you were safe… staying at his home- baby I’m so sorry” 

“I’m sorry too mom” You cried.  “I could’ve done better I-I should’ve done better” She pulled away from you, holding your face in your hands.  You saw her eyes wander over the light bruises on your skin.  

“No shh no” She cooed, petting your hair softly.  “You did nothing wrong” She told you.  “You did nothing wrong I- it’s my fault it’s all my fault y/n I’m so sorry” You didn’t know what to say, again, too shocked to do anything, just stared at your mom’s wet eyes.  “I let him into our home- I-I-I-” She choked on her own words.  “I wasn’t here for you” Her voice cracked as a fresh stream of tears coated her cheeks.  “And I’m so sorry, I love you so much it’s all I have to give you” She said.

“Mom he..” You didn’t even have to finish your sentence, you knew she understood the question you were trying to convey.

“He’s gone baby he’s gone… he’s not coming back.. he’s under police custody right now at the station” She said quietly.

Your platonic emotions grew into a smile.

“Really?” You breathed.  “You did that?”

“Of course baby… I may not have been the best mother recently, but nobody hurts my little girl” You were both crying when you hugged her, a tight, and much needed hug.

“Mom I…”

“It’s okay” She cooed, rubbing your back and petting your hair.  “I love you-”

“Mom I think I need to stay with the Sheriff for a little longer” You whispered, letting go of her.

“Oh” Was all she said.

“I’d just be really comfortable if I did.. until we figure out a plan for the whole… thing” You said weakly.  Your mother nodded a little, taking your hands in hers.

“Okay” She breathed.  “Okay, okay I can handle that” She said, meeting your eyes again.

“Thank you” You said quietly.  She just nodded, and you heard her sniff.  “Mom please don’t cry… I’m not leaving you” You told her.  “I’m coming back” You said.  “I’m coming back” You repeated softly.  She nodded, wiping her eyes.  “Would you like to meet Stiles again? To know I’m safe?” You asked.  “He’s in the car, I could go get him”

“Yeah that’d actually be nice to properly meet him” She said, and you nodded, squeezing her hands in yours.

“I’ll go get him” You told her, and walked off towards the door.  You walked onto the front steps, and Stiles’ eyes instantly locked with yours.  You waved your hand, motioning for him to come out, and the boy scrambled out of the jeep, running clumsily up to you.

“Are you okay- is everything okay?” He panted, and you giggled a little bit to yourself.

“I’m fine, it’s just my mom inside” You told him, and stared off behind him as you spoke.  “She… wanted to meet you properly” You told him.  “You know.. cause last time I didn’t really let you guys talk but…” Your eyes met his now.  “I dunno… I don’t think it’s a bad idea for her to meet you” Stiles smiled, and nodded his head.

“Well I’m happy to meet her” He told you.

You, Stiles, and your mom talked around the table over grilled cheeses and apple juice.  You and Stiles shared a lot of things you’ve done, both dumb and fun, sharing embarrassing stories.  Your mom didn’t hold back on the most humiliating memories of your childhood, she told Stiles all of it with a big, unapologetic smile on her face.  But the worst part, was that Stiles seemed to love it.  He laughed when she told him about how you would play mermaid in the bathtub.  Or how you preferred to sit in the closet of your bedroom when you played with your toys, in hiding…. or how you once threw spaghetti all over your body when you were two.Stiles just laughed and smiled through all of it, while you were avoiding all glances thrown your way, trying to hide your red blush of embarrassment.

“y/n and I are actually going to Prom together on Saturday” Stiles said at one point, and your mom gave you a look, smiling wide.

“Well it’s about time she gets out there into the world of boyfriends-”

“Oh no no, not like that” Stiles chuckled out before you could protest yourself.  “In her defense, she kinda got stuck with me.  My friends Kira and Lydia made her go” You laughed a little too.

“Yeah they did, I eat lunch with them for a day and suddenly we’re best friends” You said, loosening up a little.  Your mom smiled again, happy that you seemed comfortable with these new friends of yours.

“Well I’m glad you all have something exciting to do together this weekend” She said.

“Yeah me too” You said.

Your mother reluctantly allowed you to go to your room, packing up a few more outfits to take to the Stilinski house.  Stiles stayed downstairs with her.

“Miss y/l/n?”

“Oh, y/m/n is fine sweetie” She smiled warmly.

“I uh… I just wanted to say thank you”

“Thank you? For what?” Your mother asked, beginning to clear the table.  

“For… for y/n I guess” Stiles laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood to help her.  She looked at him, a smile forming on her face.

“You’re awfully smitten about my girl, aren’t you?” Smitten, Stiles repeated the word in his head.  And suddenly, he couldn’t come up with a better word for his feelings towards you.

“Yeah… yeah I guess I am” He said, a big smile playing onto his mouth.  Your mom chuckled.  “Is-is that okay?” He asked quickly after seeing her reaction.

“Stiles, let me tell you something honest about y/n” Your mother said quietly, and he walked forwards a little.  “She’s the most stubborn person in the world, I’ll tell you that, but when she cares about something, she pursues it.  It’s like… she doesn’t see a point in having something around if she has no feelings towards the matter” Your mom explained.  “Now for you? I haven’t seen her even attempt to say hello to someone, and today at the table, I’ve never seen her so carefree with someone” 

Stiles’ heart thundered in his chest and he tried not to smile too dorkily.

“I haven’t been around much, I haven’t been around enough, especially not when she needed me.  So really, I should be thanking you Stiles” She said, and put a hand on his shoulder.  “Thank you for taking care of my baby girl”

Before he could reply, you came bounding down the stairs, a bag of clothes in your hand, and a smile on your face.  “I’m all set” You said.

Two more days.  It had been two more whole days.  Two days of living in Stiles’ home, alternating the couch and his bed- even though you ended up staying together no matter where you were.  Using excuses like ‘i came down for a drink of water but you seemed cold so i slept with you on the sofa’ or ‘i thought i left my phone in your room, so i came up to look for it but i’m too tired to walk down the stairs so i slept with you in the bed’.

Even though you knew damn well your phone was in your pocket the whole time.

But it was a Thursday afternoon, and you were studying on the couch in rolled up jeans and a tee shirt when rapid knocking hit the door.  You looked at Stiles, who was sitting in the chair next to you on his phone.

“It’s your turn to get it” You said.

“Ha, nice try.  I got it an hour ago for the mail man” Stiles snickered, and you groaned, throwing your head back.  More knocks hit the door.

“Coming!” You said, setting your textbook aside, and capping your highlighter as you trudged to the door.  You opened it with an irritated face, but it quickly turned to surprise when you found Kira and Lydia.

“Hi!” Kira said, pulling you in for a quick hug.  You dropped your hands behind your back, hiding the revealed bandages on your wrists.

“Uhm, hey, what’re you doing here?” You asked, careful not to let them see your arms.  Sure, you and the two girls were friends, but you didn’t want to scare them away with your ugly history.

“Dress shopping for prom, duh!” Lydia said.  “Ready to go?”

“Wh-what?” You stuttered.

“We thought you’d want to come dress shopping with us” Kira said.  “Is Stiles home? I have a message from Scott”

“I’m here” The boy walked up next to you, just slightly in front so that your wrists were well hidden.  “What’s up?”

“We were thinking y/n could come dress shopping with us” Lydia said.  “If she’s up for it?” You looked between her green eyes and Stiles.

“Like like just us?” You asked.

“Of course, Stiles can’t see your dress, just like Scott can’t see mine” Kira said with a bubbly smile.  “It’s like a wedding!” Her eyes lit up, and she clapped as she bounced on her feet.  “So whad’ya say? Will you come?” You couldn’t help but smile at Kira’s big hopeful eyes.

“Sure, why not” You said with a shrug.  “I’m just gonna go change first” You said, and quickly turned, holding your hands to your chest as you went up the stairs, again so your bandages wouldn’t be revealed.

You quickly went into the bathroom, deciding maybe you could just take them off.  So you went in and closed the door, locking it behind you for safe measures.  You were careful about taking the gauze off, cutting it slowly until it fell off.

No, you weren’t completely healed, and you knew you wouldn’t be any time soon.  But the redness was gone, and the swelling had stopped.  So using concealer to cover up the scabbed slits.

And when you finished, you inspected your handiwork, proud of yourself in a sick way for being able to make your cuts appear to have never existed.

But just for safe measures, you threw on a blue knitted sweater anyways before going downstairs.

“I’m ready” You grinned, slipping on converse at the door.

“Yay!” Kira squealed, jumping again as she waited for you to tie your shoes.

“I’ll go start the car” Lydia said, heading back to where her car was parked in the driveway.  When you stood and looked at Stiles, Kira skipped off after her strawberry blonde friend.

“See you later” You said with a smile, turning to go.

“You have your phone right?” Stiles asked before you could step out of the door.

“Yep” You responded.

“And it’s turned on?” He asked again, and you nearly giggled.

“Yes Stiles, I’m fine, I’m with Kira and Lydia” You shrugged.  Stiles rolled his eyes a little, putting his hands on his hips.

“Is that sass? Was that sass? You’re with Lyd for two seconds and now you’re sassing me.  They’re coming between us!” He exclaimed.  You rolled your eyes and put your hands on hi shoulder.

“Come here doof” You said, your arms wrapping around his neck in what was supposed to be a quick hug.  “I can take care of myself you know” You said.  “Just because I’ve got a bad track record doesn’t mean I’m not trying” Stiles hugged you a little tighter.

“I know” He said.  You smiled and pated his back.

“I gotta get going” You told him, and he hesitated on releasing you.

“Okay” He breathed, and you walked out the door, shooting him a quick smile as you climbed into the front seat of Lydia’s car. Kira sat in the middle back.

It had been nearly two hours, and you still hadn’t found a dress.  Kira had, a beautiful inky blue dress that hugged her waist and flowed down to her ankles.  It’s sweetheart neckline was a little glittery, but not too much.  It was just perfect for her.  But you and Lydia were still searching.  At least Lydia knew that she wanted something green, you on the other hand, had no idea what to look for.

“How about one that matches your eyes?” Kira asked, but you crinkled your nose and shook your head.  The pixie girl huffed, putting back the three she’d already found for you.

“Well let’s make this easy.  What’s Stiles’ favorite color?” Lydia asked, and you shrugged.

“I dunno.. all of them?” Lydia let out a little laugh.

“Alright, well then lets focus on styles of dresses” She said.

You learned more about fashion in the next half hour, than you learned about anything in your entire life.  Everyone was right, Lydia was a pro at this.  She knew exactly what she was doing.  From necklines to lengths, colors, patterns, shoes accessories, purses and makeup, the list went on.  But she would recite it like it was her religion.  And it may very well be.  But the best words you heard from her, were when she grinned at you eagerly, eyes sparkling as she said,

I found the perfect one”

And it very well was the perfect one.

Lydia had found a dress for herself with ease, a long deep green strapless one that pooled at her feet, but in her heels it didn’t touch the floor.  When you’d all purchased your dresses, (and by all Lydia paid for them, too excited to not help her friends out with cash that didn’t come so easy for them) you all agreed to have dinner at the food court of the mall.

You sat at a four person table, you and Kira with sub sandwiches and Lydia with her salad.. she only seemed to eat on the healthy side and you wondered how she managed it.  You talked about little things, cute little memories and the loads of work from school.  Until Lydia said something you knew was bound to come up.

“So.  You and Stiles are pretty close huh?” 

“Yeah I would say so” You said.  “I mean I’ve been staying at his house for a few days now” Lydia smiled.

“Well? Is there something there?” She asked again.

“Something where” You asked, picking at your nail in search of a distraction.

“Don’t play dumb silly, do you like him?” You immediately blushed at her question, making Lydia and Kira both bear grins.  “I knew it! OMG I’m so excited you’d be soo cute together” Lydia gushed.

“Right! All he does is talk about how much he likes her” Kira added, and your wide eyes shot to hers fast.

“Wha-what did you say?” You asked quietly, wondering if you heard her wrong.  It was quiet for a few moments.

“Oh shit I did it again didn’t I?” Kira cringed, and Lydia gnawed on her lip.  Stiles was going to kill them.

Your phone began to ring in your pocket, and you pulled yourself out of your frozen state of awe to answer it.  

“y/n, y/n are you still at the mall?” Speak of the devil.

“Yeah Stiles, why?” You asked.

“I’m here” He said.  Your brows furrowed and you cocked your head to the side, giving the girls a weir look. 


“Jerry’s making his plea at the station”

“The station why not-”

“If he pleads guilty, he’s going to prison straight away” Stiles said.  “I’m here to know if you want to be there-”

“I do” You cut him off this time.  “I’m getting my things I’ll be out the main entrance in a minute” You said, then hung up your phone.

“Everything alright?” Kira asked, eyes full of concern.

“I just need to go be with Stiles and his father at the station” You said, trying to make it sound like it was nothing.  “Thank you guys so much, I haven’t had this much fun in a while.  And thank you for buying me the dress it’s gorgeous, and thanks-” Lydia stood up and hugged you.

“Don’t mention it” She said.  “But I did put my number and snapchat and followed myself on Instagram on your phone, so you better be texting me and stuff” She added, making you smile.  “I did it for Kira too” 

“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow” You waved and said your goodbyes, then rushed out the large entrance of the mall.

Stiles’ baby blue beat up jeep sat right in the front, and you ran over to it, opening and closing the door fast as you got inside.

“You ready?” Stiles asked as you put on your seat belt, and you nodded.

“I guess I’m ready as I’ll ever be” You said.

The drive was a silent one.

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ok so i know the relationship between the reader+lydia+kira grew super fast but i feel like they would automatically make someone their friend yano? kira would totally be all over it and lydia would be there making sure they’re flawless and ye ok.  also i was wondering what y’all thought of the dress, I don’t usually prefer to use exact examples of outfits cuz everyone’s style is different and stuff but idk.  TWO PARTS TO GO! stay gold.
xoxo ~ Jordie

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Niall Horan One Shot - First Impressions

I looked around the arena wondering how I had gotten suckered into coming. It was filling up fast. Lila had called at the last minute, her cousin had bailed on her and she had no one to go with. She had begged. She knew a few of the guys in the band and had scored front row seats but the only problem was that I knew nothing about this band, nor did I care to. Yet here I was, sitting in probably the best seats in the house about to watch something I had zero interest in. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Lila elbowed me in the ribs. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Yeah,” my eyes narrowed, “we’ll see.” I picked up my beer and took a long sip, hoping there was enough alcohol in this place to get me through the next two(ish) hours.

“It’s a reunion concert, these guys have been on break for years. Now they’re just out here having fun and entertaining us.” Lila shouted over to me as the beginning notes of the first song blared through the speakers.

“What the fuck is a ‘reunion concert’?” I shouted back.

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Her hands are tied behind her back, the tethers invisible but tight, her wrists aching against their everlasting pull. Though she rarely sleeps on her stomach - he noticed that too, furrowed his brow as she shifted positions in bed, wondered what other habits she’d picked up of late - she lies chest-down now, her cheek hot against the starched pillow, her lungs heavy upon the mattress. He’s still awake, so of course, he knows she’s still awake.

Once upon a time - he used to always begin his stories like that, once upon a time, two agents named Mulder and Scully scurried out to the far reaches of the planet and learned that, in the end, it doesn’t matter what we see but with whom we see it - they shared a bed like this. Not in the romantic way, no, but in the incidental and apologetic way that two non-lovers subdued daily by mutual but silent attraction would. Once upon a time, they checked into a Motel 6 and found, well, damn it, there’s one room left, only a queen-size open. Though she knew better than to believe in the law of averages, she still mused the statistical improbability, the way that the theorems of the world should at least have allowed for one or two cancellations that night; last week, she read a theory on how the world is all Matrix - she still knows where that DVD is in their home, wedged up between Contact and Interstellar on the shelf - and just a computer simulation, and if that’s true, then the mathematical modeling that binds everyone together should have given them another option. They could have driven to another hotel even though it was past midnight, or they could have crashed on the local sheriff’s couch, or they could have slept in the car while parked alongside two RVs and a truck in a starkly-lit Walmart lot. Instead, Mulder looked to her, then agreed to one room, and the way her heart had stopped at the prospect made her wonder if morals could ever be absolute; if pain and terror could be so exciting, then why are the body’s warning signs? Why are the things that terrify us so indulgent? 

But she digressed and came into bed with him and silenced her scientific mind while he stayed above the sheets. He slept in sweats and a tee shirt while she wore all-too-proper pajamas, a night suit as he’d once called them. Then, she slid onto her side and stared toward the motel room’s window, one blocked off by a shabby curtain that let flickers of parking lot light in, and she waited for something she couldn’t identify.

“You’re still awake,” he said after minutes, hours, days, she couldn’t tell.

“You are too,” she gave softly, hesitantly.

“Of course I am,” he said. “I don’t sleep.”

Uncomfortably, she lay there, her body tense in a workday kind of way: shoulders up, eyes wide open and stinging with tiredness, stomach empty, legs aching. Back then, her restraints were looser around her wrists, and sometimes, they threatened to fall beyond her fingers, so regularly, she tightened them. Occam’s Razor, she used to explain to herself; it was far more likely that she was simply unsexed and bored with her personal life than that she was silently but genuinely in love with him, so she kept her professional rigidity, left her mask of scientific indifference on.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a long pause.

Though she too was sorry, she knew their reasonings wouldn’t align, so she kept quiet. In the morning, they didn’t discuss how he curled up against her back at some point in the night, and they didn’t make a big deal about how she stared a second too long after walking in on him while he was in the shower. Most of all, they never talked about what they would do if such a thing happened again.

And it did happen again, though new context forced previous awkwardness away. Instead of wasting money on two required hotel rooms, they were forced into one when they would’ve used only one anyway; with his hands strong around her hips, his mouth warm and wet against her skin, she found those nights similar to any other night of that time, the room situation disregarded. For a while, she only stayed in hotels during medical conferences in far-off places, so she reserved one room with one bed, the practice easy and simple and everyday. Nowadays, they’re back to two rooms, one bed each, and as they did once upon a time, they both retreat to their own rooms at night, only now she wears his old shirts to bed while she doubts he wears anything at all.

Tonight, she asked for two rooms, and, what do you know, they’re booked. After all, this motel’s tiny, and up here in the Adirondacks during on-season, kitschy cabin-style places that are cheap and have enough parking for a boat rack sell out quickly. Though there are eight units total, seven were full upon their arrival, only one left to boot. The next closest establishment is at least twenty miles away, and here in lake-and-land country, the roads are dark and narrow, begging a driver to lose control. In terms of probability, it seems the world wants her to lose control in some way or another. This time, she accepted the one room while he stared on blankly. 

“You’re still awake,” he says, and she feels the restraints grow tighter.

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warning signs // pcy

Originally posted by foreverxoxoexo

→ mafia!park chanyeol
→ in which two respectively fucked up people found a way to love each other despite the warning signs.
→ word count: 2.5k
pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5 // pt 6 // pt 7 // pt 8 //
→ song of the chapter: everything looks better (in hindsight) by the wild reeds

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Direct Message | 4

Originally posted by kuromel

1 | 2 | 34 | 5

To say the following week was a catastrophe would be an understatement. It was an absolute hurricane, swirling maelstrom and rough currents keeping you well below the surface of the water and suffocating the very life and soul out of you as the unforgiving hand of university held you down.  After turning in your adequate polished bullshit of an assignment you spent a few hours in the cafe working on, it appeared that it was the least of what was to come and with every slain dragon head came two more. Assignments piled up, and you barely had a chance to catch your breath, let alone communicate with the outside world. With mid-terms and projects resting heavily on your slumped shoulders, it was proving to be a very difficult period that only coffee could remedy.

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In Sickness and in Health

More Kiss writing prompts, this one worked out well as a two for one special. 

13. Kiss on the ear, for @enderkid11

5. Angry kiss, for  @lokilaufeyson1048 

(Also On AO3)

Harry’s head felt tight. The room was swimming in grey light from what was leaking around the curtains. When he closed his eyes time moved strangely, sleep came in fits and bursts and the sunlight that was there was gone. He dragged himself out of bed only to use the bathroom, force half a glass of water down his throat and then staggered back to bed and closed his eyes.

Something smacked his forehead sharply. Harry twitched and forced his eyes open.

Draco slowly lowered his head until he was only six inches in front of Harry’s face and came into sharp focus, then he glared at Harry, “How long have you been running a fever?”

Harry blinked, and lifted one shoulder slightly in a shrug, “don’t know,” he mumbled.

Draco sighed, leaned back and smacked Harry’s forehead again, “You are an idiot, Potter. A complete and total idiot.”

Harry tracked the shape of Draco as he went to Harry’s bathroom and heard him going through the cabinets. Harry let his eyes close, there weren’t any pepper-up potions but Harry was too tired to say, every muscle in his body tight and aching, his throat rough and aching, just too, too tired. He let himself fall back to sleep.

“Wake up.” A voice said impatiently.

Harry ignored it.

The owner of the voice pitched his arm sharply.

Harry flinched, frowning slightly and opened his eyes.

“Can you sit up?” Draco asked, sliding his arm behind Harry and pull him up without waiting for a response.

Harry groaned as his muscles complained at the movement.

Draco pushed his glasses on and then held a small glass bottle to his lips, giving him a second to react before tipping the bottle up and filling Harry’s mouth with the bitter, spicy taste of pepper-up.

Harry squeezed his eyes closed and braced for the wave of heat that swept through his body pushing out the worst of the illness and leaving only the exhaustion and lingering ache.

“How?” he asked faintly once he felt he could.

“How what, Potter?” Draco said flatly uncorking another bottle.

Harry closed his eyes briefly, “I was out of pepper-up.”

“I’m quite capable of going shopping,” Draco quirked an eyebrow and pressed the next potion to Harry’s lips, “Pain reliever.”

Harry quickly drank the blue potion and shivered as it went to work, spreading through his battered body like a cooling wave.

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// they were!! But you sent this very soon after they closed and I promised i’d write V and Saeran for that post regardless so here it is!! Saerans is a little NSFW, nothing too bad. Just some rough kissing and implied succ

READ THIS POST before reading this! It has the plot in it! However that plot takes place while in a route so it’s a little confusing, just take out some of the bits and pieces but you still get the basic storyline.


This would be “ after route ” technically, So Saeran is living with Saeyoung and all that,  I didn’t really know what to do with V so let’s just pretend he has a route here for a second and his good ending would be him getting the eye surgery and being with MC! So this “ takes place ” after that!


It had been a long day for him. First his car wouldn’t turn on, leaving him trapped cold out in a snow storm. Second he had dropped his camera into the wet snow, it was new, expensive, and definitely not waterproof. He just hoped it would be okay by the time he made it home, leg bouncing a bit from anxiety.
As soon as he unlocked the door of his house and exhale out of pure exhaustion exits his lips, running a gloved hand through his hair to shake out the small snowflakes that had gotten buried inside. Winter was such a beautiful time, but him and his car didn’t seem to think alike.

A hot and much needed bath calmed his nerves by a mile, It was still fairly early— About seven pm, so he didn’t know what he should do with his spare time for the rest of the night.
Suddenly an image of you flashed in his mind, his heart skipping a beat at the pretty picture. As much as he’d love to drive over to your home and see you, hold you and touch you– his car still wasn’t working right, and visibility was pretty low due to the heavy snow.
He sighed softly, God he missed you. It’s only been a few days since he’d seen you last but even that seemed like years ago to him. Your scent, smile, the way your eyes light up when you laugh. He hated missing things like those when he wasn’t with you. In all honesty he was so desperate to question if you’d like to move in with him so he could be with you all the time, but yet so terrified of making you feel as if things were going to fast. The last thing in this world he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable.
He sank down into the grey couch, goosebumps spreading over at the sensation of cold leather against himself. Pushing the still wet blue strands of hair away from his face before grabbing for his phone off of the glass coffee table it rested on, he slide across the screen to unlock it.
The battery was a little low, but still enough for a phone call. His heart always skipped a beat whenever he was about to call you, his fingers moving fast to dial the digits he needed to reach. He cleared his throat before swallowing thickly, he’d hoped you’ve eaten something already by this time.

As soon as you picked up he was nervous, he heard you sigh quite heavily out of what– disdain maybe?  It took him aback for a second, was that for him?

“ I’m not going to tell you again, stop calling this number. ”
He felt his blood run cold, you spoke up once more with a harsh and demanding tone before he had the chance to question what he had done wrong.
“ I don’t have feelings for you and I never will. ”
He takes a few seconds to take in what you said before he hears the dial tone, his brows furrowed in confusion as he started down at his phone in pure disbelief. Was it something he had done or said? Were you upset at him? Instantly he feels like crying, stinging tears piling in the corners of his eyes as he vision becomes slightly blurred, God he didn’t want to loose you like he’s lost everything else. You were the best thing that’s happened to him in a very long time, and he just blew it. Was he too pushy when he visited you? He feels like the room is closing in on him and his chest is tight, stomach heavy.

He tries to sleep but he can’t, his body was exhausted but his brain was wide awake, struck with panic and the nagging fear of being alone again,  it was a little past three in the morning before he finally decides to send you a text you and ask what he did wrong and how he could fix it, he couldn’t bare to let you go that easily.

* “ MC, whatever i’ve done to upset you i’m so so incredibly sorry.. Please, tell me what i’ve done so I can fix this. Please.. I don’t want to loose you.

Sleep was not on his mind that night. He stared at the screen for hours as his heart raced, silently praying for your reply to come fast yet still dreaded it at the same time. He sent a few much longer texts after that about how much he loved you and how terrible he was, and a string of apologies. It was around 7 pm before you finally responded to him, he felt his stomach turn when his phone lit up.

* “ V What are you talking about?? ”

Before he could reply his phone buzzed, making him jump a little. He was so tired, but he answered right away.

“ Hello MC.. ”
He greeted you warily, throat dry with anticipation.
“ Hi V.. What were your texts about last night? I never said any of that stuff. ”
You murmur in confusion, your voice was a little croaky from just waking up.
“ .. I called you.. Late last night, and you said that you didn’t have feelings for me anymore. ”
His eyes were half lidded but his mind was still wide awake, his hand clenched the sheets tightly.
“ No no.. V, that wasn’t for you.. ”
You go on to explain the situation to him, he audibly sighs out of sheer relief at your reasonings. He was so scared the entire night and now that all just melted away at your words.

He sinks back into his bed as he chuckles softly, his chest rising and lowering as his breath becomes slower, eyes focusing on the ceiling.  Still in disbelief he runs his fingers through his hair, questioning if you would like to talk to him about your day yesterday. All he wanted was to hear your voice after all that happened the night before. Now more than ever he was so grateful for you, the feeling of loosing you was something he never wanted to experience again.


It had been three weeks since he had forgiven his brother Saeyoung. Three weeks that he never thought he would be able to live to see in his lifetime. It had been hard, learning to cope with all this. He still had a lot of pent up emotion deep inside, Most nights he’d just stare up at the ceiling in thought and doubt. Usually when he was feeling upset at something you would text him as if you knew, if you felt what he was feeling. The others didn’t think MC was making a smart move being with him, even if they didn’t say it he could tell. He could feel it, most were upset at him. But the way he felt when he was around you was alien to him, never in his life had he wanted to make someone as proud, make someone as happy as he did you. How could a person be so kind– so amazing? He’d always dreamed someone like you would come take him away from this awful life, but never thought it would actually happen. So their thoughts and words meant nothing to him.

It had been another tough night, he just felt on edge constantly. Everything Saeyoung said or did annoyed him and he couldn’t figure out why. He’d been trying to  teach himself self control, controlling anger, he just still had a lot of pent up frustrations at his brother that it was hard sometimes. After a quiet dinner he excused himself, ignoring Seven’s desperate pleas to ’ hang out ’ with him. Tonight he just wasn’t in the mood for socialization. However his mind wandered straight to you behind closed doors, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing this late. Were you thinking of him too? Everything was so new and foreign to him he wasn’t sure if he was doing this whole relationship thing right but he really was trying. He sank down into his bed with a long exhausted sigh, rubbing his eyes and groaning softly as the bright light of his phone screen lit up the room. It was a text from Saeyoung, he considered ignoring it, but it was caption less and a picture file so he was curious.
As soon as he opened it he cringed at the longcat meme his brother had sent, couldn’t he have sent one that was more.. new? But still, he couldn’t help but smirk at how stupid it was. Damnit.
He didn’t reply, instead returning back into his messages app. A conversation with you caught his eye, he’d talked to you a few hours ago but you still haven’t replied. A small pout grew prominent on his lips, he hated it when you took so long to text him back.
He debated back and forth for a second, but he made up his mind and clicked on your contact– The picture of you causing him to smile softly. He pressed the call button and put it on speaker, staring at the picture in front of him. Finally he jumped a little when you picked up, He was about to ask why you were taking so damn long to reply to him but you spoke up before hand.
“ I’m not going to tell you again, stop calling this number. ”
He felt his heart sink instantly and his brows furrow in anger and confusion, The fuck? You had to be drunk. Or joking.
“ I don’t have feelings for you and I never will. ”
He started blankly at the screen in front of him, processing your cruel words for a few moments before clenching his phone tightly enough it could shatter.
There’s no way in hell you get to say something like that to him. You’re everything to him, what was he supposed to do without you? We’re all those ’ i love yous ’ not real? No, you had feelings for him wether you wanted to admit that or not. He could see it, hell— he could feel it.

It was around one in the morning before you switch into night mode, making yourself some chamomile tea and dressing in some loose sweatpants and a white tee-shirt. Your ex hadn’t called back, that was a relief. Hopefully they got the message loud and clear by now.
Settling into the bed you sigh softly seeing no one was in the messenger at the moment. Usually Saeran was on every night at this time, that was odd for him to break schedule like that. A harsh knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts, also causing you to jump slightly. It was late, why anyone would be here at this time was above you. You swallow thickly, setting the cup down on the nightstand before cautiously making your way towards the door, fists clenched as your nails dig into the palms of your hands.
You reach towards the door handle, before the doors even fully opened its pushed open, causing you to squeal loudly. You don’t even have time to process what’s going on when you feel a familiar pair of lips locked tightly onto yours, it was rough and passionate– His teeth grinding against yours painfully but yet it felt so good. You open your eyes half way to confirm who you think this is, Yes– thank god it was actually your boyfriend. A large hand cups the side of your face, deepening the kiss even more than it already was. You had no idea what had gotten into him but at the moment you didn’t care– Too focused on the sudden advance that had been thrown at you. His fingers roughly traced your face, then down your neck, slowly traveling towards your waist until reaching your hips, gripping tightly as he pulled your body tight against his own. After what seemed like years both of you pull away, breathless but your faces still inches apart. His usual blueish yellow eyes were so dark and menacing, Unknown traits showing through.
“ If you truly didn’t have feelings for me, Would you really melt the way you just did? ”
And devilish smirk apparent on his lips as he caught his breath, hand giving your hip a tight squeeze before his eyes scanned your own confused ones, trying to figure out what you were thinking.
But actions speak louder than words, right? You didn’t know what he was talking about and frankly didn’t care, practically throwing yourself onto him as your nails hungrily run up and down his back, looking for something to grab onto and you kiss him back equally as passionate and hungry.
He couldn’t feel the full effect of yours hands through his thick jacket but he didn’t care, all he knew is that you were his and he was yours.
The rest of the night is filled with pure passion and lust, actions do truly speak louder than words.

Fashion Of His Love: A Solangelo Fanfiction

Here it is, the long awaited follow up to my Solangelo fic Boys Boys Boys. This fic includes, Solangelo, College AU, bad pop culture references, gas station flirting, and millennial issues a la my own college experience. So if you are interested in those things, i hope you enjoy this!

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  “I haven’t even went on a date with him yet, let’s not jump the gun here.”

              “Look who’s talking, says the guy who wanted to jump his bones at the bar.”

              Nico sighed and buttoned up a slim black shirt and motioned to himself, as Hazel nodded in approval. Okay, yes. He had glimpsed at Will Solace from across the bar, and maybe in his slightly inebriated state had said something about “loving that boy so right that he wouldn’t leave the bed for a week”, but no one could prove anything except maybe the NSA agent who was probably looking at the snapchats that Hazel was sending to their friend Piper. And when Will had actually walked to the bar Nico had clammed up until that asshole has been annoying, so no harm no foul and Nico was pretending it didn’t happen.

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Hangover Confusion

pairing: Steve rogers x reader

summary: you wake up with a bad hangover, and you’re not sure how you ended up in Captain America’s bed

warnings: mentions of alcohol

Without even opening your eyes, you groaned, “Oh fuck, my head.” You blinked hard at the ceiling, and brought your hand up to rub the hangover eyes. Your head was throbbing due to the amount of alcohol you didn’t remember consuming the night before. The bed underneath you felt slightly more fluffy than you remember your own, but you figured that your sore muscles just made it seem that way. But you still sat up slow, just to look around and assess the damages you might have caused. Before looking around, you became very suddenly aware of someone next to you in the bed. Plus, you weren’t even in your own room. A stream of words and unintelligible phrases left your mouth, causing the person to stir.

Even though the man was lying on his stomach, you could tell who it was from a mile away. From the specific scars on his back, to the small flower tattoo he had on his left rib. The man in bed with you was Steve Rogers, and you weren’t sure whether to be happy or to throw up. His blond hair was still in its rigid form as usual, which was relieving in itself since he didn’t have a shirt on next to you. A sigh of utter relief left your mouth as you looked down and realized that you still had the same jeans and tee shirt on that you went to the bar in the previous day. All you could remember was walking upstairs to the bar, and it was blank after that.

Although you wanted to ask questions, you couldn’t shake the feeling of vomit coming up in the back of your throat. Despite your attempt at sneaking quietly into the hall, there were already people roaming around the floor. No matter how fast you ran across that hall into the bathroom, one of them still managed to catch a glimpse of your hungover self. After locking the door, you hung yourself over the porcelain toilet.

Natasha leaned on the wooden door outside, “Y/n, you good?” Meanwhile all the avengers were being nosey from the kitchen trying to figure out what was going on. Clint and Tony were already looking around to see who was missing from the breakfast lineup.

After a deep breath, you whined, “Why did you guys let me drink so much?” You flushed the toilet, and moved to the sink to wash your face before opening the door to your best friend. Making eye contact with her was even hard, so you went back to the sink and luckily your toothbrush was in the bathroom. After making yourself smell like mangos, you exited the bathroom and did a certain walk of shame down the hall. Thor was already there, kissing you on the cheek as he passed to retrieve something from his room. The kitchen wasn’t that far away, so you put the hood of your sweatshirt up and sat next to birdbrains.

Natasha brought some advil to where you were seated, and then raised an eyebrow, “Coming out of Cap’s room, I see.” Despite her effort to frazzle you, you remained calm and explained the fact that you had no fucking clue how you got there. Most nights at the tower bar were spent having drinking competitions that most of the time you were involved in.

Clint took a deep breath and then started, “Well, seeing as you were absolutely shit-faced around 10pm, Steve just threw you over his shoulder and made you sleep in his room.” He chuckled, “Plus, we all know you like to walk, and float around when you’re drunk and by yourself.” This made Bucky and Tony giggle from across the table, and Clint took a sip of his coffee.

Oh how Steve was such a good man, “I think I might actually get back in bed after hearing that.” You grabbed a water bottle, and headed back towards Steve’s room again. The light was now shining through the blinds and it bounced off his blonde hairs poking up everywhere, and now that he was slightly awake and stretching. Your feet quietly padded across the tan carpet in his room and then you flopped back onto his bed. “Thank you for making sure my drunken self didn’t fly off the building.”

Steve laughed and then held his arms out, so you rolled over into his outstretched arms. With his arms wrapped around you, you rested your head on his bare chest and it was the best kind of pillow for your raging migraine. Steve’s room smelled so nice, and it made your tumbling stomach become at ease. So for the rest of that day, you spent it wrapped in Steve’s arms and getting Thor to deliver you pancakes.

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 3: The Time The Lesson Was Slightly More Prepared

Recommended Song: Blanket Kick by BTS

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Now that a weekly session schedule had been agreed on you had time to prepare something. You soon find that things tend to go off course when dealing with the Golden Maknae.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2335

Length: 3/?

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