this took me so long to make wow

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Look, I know I’m not funny, okay?

Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:

Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.  

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to bts and I just found your blog (love it btw!) I want to get to know the boys more if you could describe each of them in a few traits what would they be?

Thanks for loving BTS and our blog, we’re all glad you’ve joined us ^^

Ahh, okay, hard question! I could describe them each as so many different things, and because we may perceive them differently, people might not agree with my opinions~ And there are things I could describe all members of BTS as. This includes (but is not limited to): hardworking, appreciative, hilarious, down to earth, sweet, genuine, etc.. But okay, the members. I’m going to try to use only three adjectives per member so it doesn’t get too long, haha:

Namjoon: Namjoon is so.. Ahh. I really fell for his personality. If I could describe him in a few traits, it would be introspective, open, and noodle. Yes, noodle. Though I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, it’s not hard to see how much Namjoon has grown over time. He has learned a lot about the world and himself. Like any of us, he has struggled and made mistakes, but he always tries to understand and better himself as a result. He also constantly shares his thoughts with us all, which really makes me feel like he’s just one of us, taking life day by day. And he really never lets any of us feel left out, always being inclusive in speeches, learning languages, etc~ He really has a lot on his shoulders as the leader of BTS, but I think he’s doing an incredible job. I also described him as noodle because he’s really just so silly when he lets loose. Who remembers that VLive when he danced on his bed? ^^

Seokjin: I’m so happy and thankful the boys (and the rest of us) have someone like Jin to look up to, because he is truly amazing. To describe him, I’d say he’s reliable, generous and lighthearted. He’s always looking out for the members and keeping everyone’s spirits up, which isn’t an easy task. I’m positive he does a lot of things we don’t see as well. On the other hand, he also constantly gives to us~ for example, remember the list of things he did for his birthday? Just to share his time with us. My heart exploded. However at the same time, Jin is level headed and still manages to do the things he originally set his sights on doing, such as attend university and graduate! Being part of BTS was not at all in his plan, but look at him now! It says so much about his character~ Even though Namjoon is the leader of the group, Jin works really hard as the “oldest hyung,” who inspires the rest of us to not only dream big but also let life take you along for the ride. He truly leaves me in awe.

Yoongi: Ah, where do I start!? I would describe Yoongi as passionate, complex, and a grandpa. He really puts his all into his music and as we saw in Agust D, he opened up a whole new side of himself to the world. He didn’t get to where he is easily, but he was patient and hardworking and now he’s even producing songs for other artists. He’s someone to look up to because he really needed to persevere to make his dreams a reality. And somehow he manages to go from pouty and tired to smiley and energized in seconds. He still surprises me, haha. There are many parts to him that I only wish I could get to know. He may not be as loud or constantly posting like other members, but he does cute things and posts selfies when he knows we miss him. Yoongi is honestly just so interesting to me and I may not be describing his character very well but just know that I love and appreciate him so much~

Hoseok: Ohhhh boy. Where does one even begin? Hoseok is inspiring, adaptable and warm (like the sun). For someone whose specialty was dancing, he’s become quite the amazing entertainer, who can now rap and participate in the music making as well. I seriously admire him so much, as everyone should. He had a dream and worked his butt off to acquire other talents to make that dream come true. Now he’s on stage, performing MAMA and making me cry in the crowd! This is kind of why he is (in my opinion) adaptable. He can take part in many different things and show the best of himself no matter what. Also, though he apparently has a more serious character than what we see, he has done really well with his bubbly and angelic “J-Hope” stage presence. Honestly, I think he’d be a really amazing friend that I wish I could have irl. I also said he’s warm, but I don’t think that needs any explanation. He’s so lovely and he truly radiates light~

Jimin: Jimin, our sweet boy! I would describe him as compassionate/affectionate (I think they go together when describing him), thoughtful, and smol (hehe). Does compassionate/affectionate even need explanation? Jimin is the most outwardly loving towards his members, whether it be on stage/in person (what stands out to me is when he hopped over to Tae after he spoke about his grandmother at Muster) or his posts every time someone appears on a show/releases something (Jin on LOTJ, Yoongi releasing Agust D). He’s so supportive and always makes the members feel appreciated. It’s like he does the things we wish we could do for the members. I have no doubt that he’s this way in their home, talking to the members who are going through a hard time and helping them get through it. He’s also just so thoughtful when it comes to us. We see a lot of their perspective thanks to him, as he always shares videos of himself or other members. He keeps us close, and for that I’m so thankful. Jimin has a pure heart and though he himself has struggled he has always stayed true to who he is. I also described him as smol, because he’s so good at being cute. When he smiles his eyes light up and somehow manages to radiate love~

Taehyung: Aw, my heart. Open-hearted, multi-faceted and youthful. Similar to Yoongi, Tae is also one who seems to have many sides to him, some that I’m just so curious about. He has a really open mind, and with that, open heart, and I think that’s why he has so many friends. I think he must be really good at finding a way to connect to people, and that leaves me in awe of him.Tae also has many interests and sometimes a deep way of thinking. I wish I could get to know him on a personal level just to hear his thoughts on art, the world, everything. I think there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s also very youthful, as I’m sure we all can see in Bangtan Bombs and Bon Voyage. Remember when he got lost and was sooo okay with it? And when he spent forever flipping the water bottle? I know I don’t know him personally, but I think Tae really tries to make the most of life, living it to the fullest day by day, like kids do. I love that about him.

Jungkook: Aw man, what do I even say.. He’s amazing, to say the least. I’d describe him as courageous, relatable, and charismatic. He started this idol-life when he was really young, and that must be a lot to deal with and grow up into. He didn’t get to do a lot of the normal things that I’m sure we all did in middle/high school, but he’s really made the most of it and now is thriving and has even made friends outside of Bangtan. He’s also trying so hard to expand his skill set, trying to practice writing and producing even though it’s hard for him. For that, he’s courageous. Somehow, though, he still is just like the rest of us. He’s seemingly introverted, is a bit shy, and can be a total fanboy (GD, IU!?). There’s something so relatable. All in all, he’s really grown into who he is today. His loud laugh, competitiveness and his silly facial expressions are all parts of him I love.

WOW I said I wasn’t going to make it long asdfghjkl; !!! Why am I like this.. Apologies. When I start talking about them, I can’t stop. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on each of the members. This took me two days to write~ I don’t even know if this is the answer you expected but thanks for asking, since it was fun talking about them. ^^
- Kristi

Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room  … (Fifth and Final Part)

where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.

(Part One Here) (Part Two Here) (Part Three Here) (Part Four Here)

Keith lets go of Lance’s hand, but only so he can wrap his arms around the Blue Paladin’s waist, reeling him in until there is no space between them. 

Lance’s anxious expression begins to shift — confused wariness takes its place, then he seems to soften into pleased surprise. His arms come up hesitatingly, embracing Keith lightly in return.

Keith knows the other boy is going to say something soon, so Keith speaks quickly, “Is this sign clear enough for you? And if it’s not, can I do something else to make it … clearer?”

This has gone from zero to light-speed, and Keith has no freaking clue what he’s doing, only that he’s tired of fighting himself, and if his impulses are leading him down this road, then he might as well as follow — those same instincts have saved his skin in battle time and time again, so why ignore them?

“What are you …” Lance’s voice cracks. He looks horrified by this for a split second, but he pushes on regardless. “What kind of thing could makes this any more obvious? You’re into me. Oh wow, I just said that out loud and it doesn’t sound real. Keith, seriously, for how long —”

“Literally for the amount of time it took you to beat my time in this sim, plus you stripping off your top armour, and, uh, maybe this is the wrong thing to say?” Keith recalls Lance’s burst of sincerity, the way he spoke about Keith with admiration colouring every word. “I swear it’s not just your looks —”

“Are you worrying about objectifying me?” Lance laughs. “Dude, be as into my looks as you want. Me being all badass and stuff — that works for you? Good, since when you pull off a crazy stunt in your Lion, or on the ground, I kinda want to make out with you immediately after.”

“Since when?” Keith demands. How long has Lance been wanting to kiss him? Why didn’t he say so sooner? Actually, forget that second point — if Lance hadn’t said anything about Keith’s weird sudden hand holding, Keith probably would have pretended nothing was happening and gone on with business as usual.

“Uh, I’m not going to disclose that information. But I did just tell you that I didn’t realize I wanted more than making out until … yesterday.” Lance’s face falls a little, and Keith feels the slice of the blade into his back again. He vaguely remembers the screams of his fellow Paladins, and he tries to pick out Lance’s in particular — a desperate, rasping cry.

But no, not now, it doesn’t matter — he’s healed, and he’s here, in Lance’s arms, and this is a pretty amazing turn of events even if they happened faster than he can comprehend.

He grins a bit, trying for a lighter tone to bring the smile back to Lance’s face. “Your exact words were ‘head over heels’ and doesn’t that … that means you —”

“Hey, remember when you said you wanted to make things clearer for me?” Lance asks, sounding bright again, and somehow he manages to press in even closer — if there had been an infinitesimal amount of air between their bodies, it’s gone now. Their noses are brushing when Lance murmurs, “Wanna maybe do that now?”

There’s a note of challenge in Lance’s tone, and if there’s one thing Keith has never been able to resist in Lance, it’s the way he challenges Keith.

And so he smiles sharply, which Lance probably can’t see since his eyes are directly in front of his, and nods. “Stop me if this isn’t what you mean.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s —”

And Keith presses his lips to that loudmouth. 

His eyes fall shut after Lance’s lids flutter closed. The way Lance breathes out slightly through his nose, and then tilts his head so he can kiss more thoroughly — that breaks something in Keith. Specifically, the something that would have kept him silent about his newly discovered feelings. Keith’s arms tighten around Lance, and he decides to put his very limited kissing skills to the test as he parts his lips.

Lance makes a shocked little noise that Keith feels the vibration of, and then things get hazy.

All Keith knows is that somehow, Lance is against a wall now, his still-armoured legs are wrapped around Keith’s waist, and Keith is gripping his thighs to hold him up, and was this actually happening right now? What was his life even like before this? He hadn’t even known this was a possibility until two minutes ago.

Their mouths have barely parted except to gasp and then go back for more, and really, even though he’d banished the morbid thoughts from his brain (actually, most kinds of thinking were gone, away, on vacation, maybe never to return), he did have a fleeting impression of gratitude for not dying yesterday. Imagine never getting to have this thing that he hadn’t even known he’d wanted?

“Hm, Keith?” Lance breathes out when Keith has pulled away to inhale more deeply. “This is awesome, but, wow, uh, I’m sort of having trouble with reality right now. Could you just … say what you’re thinking so I know you’re not some weird fever dream brought on by hardcore training?”

“Can we train together next time?” Keith says instantly. “Running a few sims with you would be … cool. And we should totally come up with some programs together — we’d be unstoppable, with your sharpshooting skills, and then my melee —”

Lance dives in for another kiss — it’s almost ferocious, sucking the air from Keith’s lungs. When he retreats, Keith is left gaping, and Lance is grinning widely. “Yeah, that’s you all right. Wow, dude, your soldier brain is just never allowed to take a break, huh?”

“I wasn’t thinking anything until you asked me to talk,” Keith complains somewhat petulantly. “And why are we talking again?”

“You’re so right, except, no, wait —” Lance lets Keith interrupt him, but he ends the next round of kissing far too quickly, yanking his face back, nearly smashing his head into the wall. “Keith, I am so gross right now. My pores are screaming for relief, so let’s, ah, go our separate ways for cleaning purposes, and reconvene in the kitchen? Food would be good.”

“Right, you’re right,” Keith agrees hoarsely. He eases Lance’s legs back down to the floor.

They stare at each other for untold moments. It’s Lance who breaks the stalemate, reaching over to shove Keith gently. “Let’s say dinner in an hour. First date?”

He sounds and looks a touch anxious again, but his eyes are bright, his lips are painfully red, and he waggles his eyebrows with no shame whatsoever.

Keith walks over to where Lance had dropped his gloves, vambraces, and chest plate. When he hands them back to the Blue Paladin, who had been shuffling on his feet nervously, he says, “Okay. Sounds good.”

Lance’s relieved smile is making Keith feel more things. He lets that happen and it’s so easy, so ridiculously nice, that he sort of hates himself for being such a repressed jerk earlier, even if it was only briefly.

“Great, yes, okay, I’m … gonna go now. You, you don’t train. It’s only an hour. Take a shower, get my sweat off you … oh wow, that sounds … Crap. Okay, bye now, see you in the kitchen and please forget the last ten seconds, thanks.” Lance scurries off, but he still manages to get one last word in as he hits the door. He whips around and shoots Keith a confident little smirk. 

“Remember, you have my permission to be all about my looks on occasion. Such as while you shower?”

And then he’s gone. Keith stands there, and he doesn’t even attempt to reason out what the hell just happened. He doesn’t try to rewind time and pinpoint the exact moment when this all spiraled out of control.

Instead, he nods to himself, licking his lips and feeling a smile, soft and happy, form afterwards. And he decides that just maybe, as he heads to his room, this won’t be a total disaster.

And even if it is, it may be the best disaster Keith’s ever been a part of.

Author’s note: And done — sort of ;) I’m gonna add a small epilogue — but it won’t be here.

I’ll group all the parts together, plus the epilogue, as a one-shot, and post it on my AO3 some time soon, hopefully. 

Whether or not you join me there, many thanks to all of you that followed this story! *hugs*

anonymous asked:

Could you please write about the RFA members eating something and get some food on their cheek or the corner of their mouth, so MC sensually licks it off for them? Nsfw if possible, but fluff is also good ;)

bless anon, this made me laugh. I’ll try my best to make this at least kind of nsfw for you ;)) 

I didn’t know if you wanted saeran(since you said rfa members), so I didn’t add him, but I can if asked!

 also wow this got kind of long w h oop s

slight-nsfw 

Zen/Hyun (this is honestly bc I have ‘Dead Girl Walking’ on repeat rip)

  • They were having a musical marathon and were currently on ‘Heathers’
  • ever since ‘Candy Store’, they also brought out all types of candy ..which tbh took some convincing on MC’s part
  • Zen let MC talk him into eating chocolate gasp mc but his skin
  • and since they were singing along, things were bound to get messy
  • especially when ‘Dead Girl Walking’ came on and MC hit that “freaky” note  
  • zen: *softly* holy sh it 
  • MC had finished their candy, so they were dancing and singing along
  • Zen was just kinda sitting there in awe to the point where some chocolate got on the corner of his mouth cause he missed lmao
  • At JD’s little dialogue, MC notices and smirks while walking to Zen (rip zen)
  • they lITERALLY LICK OFF THE CHOCOLATE @ THE “see, i decided i must ride you til i break you” PART,,R I P ZEN 
  • MC keeps singing but also gets Frisky™ by straddling him, touching him, and just..throwing the candy to the side 
  • *cue intense makeout session at guitar solo
  • Zen literally picks them up and turns the music off when MC starts kissing his neck
  • guess we’re not gonna finish that musical marathon (no sleep tonight for you~)

Jumin

  • MC decided to help him make pancakes for breakfast, just regular this time 
  • but they also decided to make some blueberry syrup(listen i can’t eat strawberries so we ain’t gonna use them)
  • Now, Jumin isn’t the best for this, but he was following instructions
  • he looked so focused, making the pancakes MC couldn’t help themselves. They put some of the syrup on his cheek, near his lips 
  • Jumin turned to look at them, surprised. “MC why did you do that?”
  • They give him a small shrug before kissing from behind his ear to his cheek
  • He smiles but is still like “there’s still syrup on my cheek, my love.”
  • MC rolls their eyes playfully before slowly licking the syrup and placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. Jumin: oh  
  • He turns the stove off and turns around, taking some syrup and putting it on their lips look at what you did, mc. you provoked him
  • “if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked instead..” he goes in but licks their lips instead
  • MC gets payback by pretending to kiss him but going to lick his neck instead oh now you really provoked him
  • Jumin now gets his payback by pulling her closer and softly biting at their collarbone, smirking at their little gasp
  • it continues like this and they can’t even get out of the kitchen 

Yoosung

  • they were actually eating some pasta they made for dinner 
  • Yoosung wanted to try a new recipe he found online, which turned out really good 
  • the “this pasta sauce could get all over my face and I wouldn’t care” kind of good
  • which, ironically, happened to Yoosung. Not all over his face, but on both corners of his mouth 
  • MC notices when they were starting to clear the table. It was their turn for dishes, but they called him over before they started 
  • Yoosung’s all “yes honey?~” before they give him a peck and lick both sides of his mouth 
  • “dinner was great, dear.” they say with a smirk damn mc
  • Yoosung.exe has stopped working 
  • he’s not even subtle, he’s so red before he buries his face in the back of their neck and wraps his arms around her  
  • MC is all giggles until they feel him lick at the back of their neck 
  • the next thing they know, he’s whispering in their ear. “that’s what you get.”
  • MC decides to be a lil flirty and goes “is that…all I get?”
  • Yoosung holds her a little tighter and whispers again, “well…I get dessert. And you don’t” 
  • they’re about to be upset, hoping it’d go another way, but he pulls them away from the sink and back to the table, laying them on it 
  • ooooh they get it now 
  • and Yoosung just…goes to town

Jaehee

  • they got a new cake recipe, but they still haven’t got the icing 
  • But there was already a batch from before so they were taking a break
  • dear Jaehee was looking a little stressed, so MC decided to have some fun
  • fun being taking some of the icing and putting it on Jaehee’s nose 
  • she was surprised and was about to be like “w hy” but she saw their grin and oh it’s on 
  • they had a mini icing war, most of it going to their aprons and cheeks they had a ‘no-hair’ rule
  • now Jaehee’s laughing and she looks so cute, but MC notices a bit of the icing near her mouth
  • and they’re so not paying attention, but they’re leaning closer 
  • Jaehee stops laughing to stare at them and before she knows it, they’re licking the icing away
  • MC snaps out of it right after and is like “oh no”
  • But Jaehee found herself being brave and leaned in to kiss them 
  • the two of them were pining so hard for each other, the kiss turned into a makeout session 
  • MC was actually the one to pin Jaehee to the counter, though which is a total turn on for Jaehee fight me 
  • both of them glance at the storage they got trapped in on valentine’s day and just kinda… wow the cafe is closed for the rest of the day 

707/Luciel/Saeyoung

  • it was a lazy day for them, both of them having cereal 
  • Seven is a milk drinker look he rly is and MC laughs at the ridiculous way he does it 
  • He made sure to drink it extra messily so they could laugh, but he also ended up with a milk moustache, which he also licked
  • but he missed a spot 
  • MC puts they’re bowl down and pulls him over, telling him so before licking the spot he missed
  • He immediately gets all blushy and covers it up by sc reami ng 
  • MC’s about to be like “saeyoung wtf” before he pulls them back over and gives them a hard kiss
  • It’s their turn to be surprised haha 707 strikes again 
  • but seriously, he pulls back and literally says “you know…I’m still a dangerous man, MC..” 
  • MC is just like “I’ll take my chances” and bites his lip 
  • Seven proceeds to drop the bowl and tackle them to lay on the couch 
  • lucky that bowl was empty 
  • MC is now being attacked with kisses, nibbles, and roaming hands
  • damnit saeyoung, they didn’t finish their cereal

V/Jihyun

  • lunch date! it’s picnic time!!
  • they even got some ice cream from a little cart passing by at the end of it
  • the two of them are that couple that share each other’s ice cream 
  • so V gives MC some of his ice cream and MC is gonna give some of theirs to V 
  • but he misjudges the timing and gets a mouthful of ice cream
  • the two of them laugh, MC handing V a napkin 
  • he gets most of it, but misses just a tiny spot 
  • which MC gladly takes care of for him by licking it off
  • *cue a surprised V noise* can you imagine that, that’d be so cute
  • MC giggles and leans in so they can whisper “hm..I think it tastes better coming from you”
  • that’s it MC, we gotta go right now immediately 
  • like, he literally rushes them to leave that they don’t finish the ice cream
  • MC knows V’s not one for pda, but he’s usually fine with little kisses
  • ooooh he doesn’t want just little kisses 
  • and oh, he doesn’t. MC is pinned to the door as soon as it closes calm down there, jihyun. i know it’s been a while but geez

sorry if that wasn’t as nsfw as you wanted, anon..but I hope you still like it ^^;

Earn Your Trust

Originally posted by bacardistyles


request: Maybe you could write something about enemies to lovers? or y/n and H used to be together but y/n had done something really bad and he makes it hard for her to earn his trust/love back?

thanks for requesting this and sorry it took me so long to write it, i hope you like it (:



“So the media dug up yours and Harry’s past and are having a field day with it?” My stylist, Jeana, said as she finished curling my hair.

I sighed. “Apparently so, but I don’t get why what happened when we were kids is even relevant now.”

“You aren’t stressing over it, are you?” She asked me, looking at me in the mirror.

I shook my head. “Not really. I haven’t even spoken to him in years. The only time I’ve seen him in person is when we’re at the same events, and he hasn’t been to any big ones since his break started.”

“He’s back now though,” Jeana’s assistant stylist, Nicolette, spoke up. “And I’m pretty sure he’s going to be at the charity event tonight.”

My eyes got wide. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

She chuckled. “Nope. You’re both celebrity ambassadors for the charity, I’m surprised you didn’t know he was coming.”

I went to rub my face out of stress and Jeana swatted my hand away. “I did not spend almost half an hour on your makeup for you to screw it up because you’re nervous about seeing your little boyfriend tonight.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I raised my voice, immediately regretting it. I sighed again. “Sorry, Jean, I-I just… I don’t think he wants to be anywhere near me.”

“What happened between you two anyways?” Nicolette questioned.

Just then, Helen, my manager, and my security guard named Harris came in.

“Time to go!” Helen clapped her hands together excitedly. She noticed that I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain in the car.”


The charity event was in full swing, the charity’s founder had already spoken and she announced that both Harry and I were here, so I knew that he had shown up. I hadn’t seen him yet, though. And the fact that I could run into him made me more anxious by the second, but not for a reason most people would think.

“You look like you’re going to puke,” Helen joked. “Just calm down, you guys will probably just ignore each other or something.”

“What if I don’t want him to ignore me?” I said, surprising her. “What if I want things to be okay between us again?”

She examined my face, making sure I was being serious. I definitely was.

Helen exhaled. “Y/n, if you want to talk to him, then do it. The worst that can happen is that he ignores you, or walks away. And yeah, that would really suck, but you’ll survive.”

“Aren’t you supposed to give me good advice?” I jibed.

She playfully shoved me, and I set off to find him. Harry would be over what happened by now, right? I mean, it happened while we were in middle school and high school, there was no way he was still holding a grudge against me. Right?

As I was looking around for him, I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” We both said in unison, then looked at each other in shock.

There, standing in front of me, was Harry. Though he looked older that he did the last time I saw him, he still looked like the guy I’d known back in our school years. His look of shock turned to one of extreme distaste, and mine turned into a frown.

“Um, how have you been?” I tried, hoping it would make him not look like he hated me.

He laughed sarcastically. “So now you want to talk to me?”

“What are you talking about?” I said, confused.

He looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot he had ever met. “Don’t play stupid, y/n, you know what happened. And yes, it may have happened when we were younger, but you know that once people lose my trust it’s hard for them to earn it back. Much less my respect,”

All I could do was stand there, dumbfounded. He chuckled, shaking his head and walking away. He actually, genuinely hated me. I’ll admit, what I did wasn’t right, but we’re adults now. And at one point, we were best friends. How could he just treat me as if we didn’t once care about each other?

I walked back to Helen, her smile falling once she saw how disappointed I looked.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” She asked.

I shook my head.

“Aw, I’m sorry,” She said as she hugged me. “Maybe you could try again? I could get his number for you, and you can talk to him and ma–”

“No, it’s fine,” I interrupted, pulling away. “He looked at me as if he hated me, I doubt he ever wants to talk to me again.”

She pulled her phone out. “Well, I’ll get it anyways and whether or not you use it is up to you.”


It had been a week since the charity event, and of course all that was on my mind was Harry. I just wanted to make things right, but how could I do that when he so obviously wanted nothing to do with me? I lay in bed, staring at his contact on my phone. Maybe I should try texting him, and if he really doesn’t want to talk then I’ll leave him alone.

I exhaled, then sent him a text.

hey it’s y/n

I locked my phone, deciding to watch tv and not get my hopes up that he’s even answer. About fifteen minutes later, my phone went off. I unlocked it and saw that he did answer me.

Great, now i have to get my number changed.

I scoffed. Was he serious? I took a deep breath, chalking his fowl mood up to him just holding his grudge still.

look harry ik i messed up and everything but that was so long ago and i’m willing to make it up to you

Hm… I don’t think I saw an apology in that.

omg stop being such a pretentious prick and let me apologize in person, i at least owe you that much

Wow, I had no idea you actually had a backbone.

But I don’t know about that, you could just be trying to mess with me.

why would i do that to you? why would i be basically begging for you to give me a chance to apologize just to screw with you? just let me try to earn your trust

I guess you wouldn’t go that far…

Fine, we can get lunch or something.

thank you, i promise all i want to do is make things right


I walked into the place we agreed to have lunch at, looking around until I found Harry sitting in a booth towards the back. I sat down in front of him, nervously looking at my nails.

“I believe you had something to say to me?” He said expectingly.

I gave him a look. “I’m not saying anything until you drop this dickhead act. This is so unlike you, and we both know that.”

He looked at me for a second, then sighed, his harsh expression softening. “Fine,”

“Anyways, I’m sincerely sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have abandoned you like I did, and I apologize.”

He waited, as if he expected more. When I didn’t say anything else, he rolled his eyes. “That’s it? You only apologize for leaving me alone?”

“Is that not what I did?” I questioned.

“That’s not even half of what you did.” He said firmly. “I had moved to America and started seventh grade in the middle of the school year. I had no one, until you and I became friends. And towards the end of our freshman year of high school, you left me for these kids who everyone wished they were. Everyone but me, of course. They treated me like shit, y/n. And you left me for them.”

“I get that I left you, but I didn’t treat you like shit. So why do you hate me more that you hate them?” I asked.

He laughed sadly. “Don’t you get it? Not only did you abandon me, you being my only friend, you just stood there as they bullied me day in and day out, all because I was a little different. And you never once stood up for me, y/n. Not even once.”

I sat there, dumbfounded yet again. He was completely right. I didn’t stop them when they treated him awfully. I was such a shitty friend.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched one roll down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I’d give anything to go back and change it.”

He shook his head as he wiped his tears away. “And on top of all of that, I had feelings for you. I still did, even after what happened. I hated that they wouldn’t go away no matter what you did.”

I looked at him in shock. “You did? Harry, I had feelings for you too. Holy shit, I was such an awful person.”

“Yeah, you were,” He chuckled. “But so was I, and I’m sorry for treating you like that.”

“It’s fine,” I waved him off. “The way you acted towards me wasn’t unwarranted. I kind of deserved it.”

Harry looked at me for a moment, then said, “Can we start where we left off? You, know, before all the drama?”

“You want us to act like we did when we were fifteen and sixteen?” I gave him a questioning look, though I was obviously joking.

He chuckled. “No, I just meant can we be super close again? Or maybe even more than super close?

I beamed at him. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”



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Phanprompt where Dan gains a lot of weight maybe from meds or hypothyroidism and Phil comforts him?

Genre: smut, fluff, angst???(if you squint)

Word count: 900ish.

Warnings: dysphoria, body worship, comforting!phil, insecure!dan, handjobs, rimming,,,,,,

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Looking at himself in the mirror, dan let out a sigh. He was sick of looking fat, just because he wanted to be healthy. It was only three months ago that phil had convinced dan to go to the doctor to get some sort of medication for his recurring migraines. They worked, but now dan had gained almost 10 pounds and he was panicking, I mean how much weight could he gain before phil stopped finding him attractive and he left him?

As dan poked and prodded at his tummy and thighs, phil walked into their bedroom looking for his laptop charger, and overheard dan’s grumbles. Curiously, he walked over to the bathroom door, and looked through the thin crack of an opening, to see dan looking sadly down at his tummy. Phil scrunched up his nose, he had thought the little bit of fat on dan had been quite appealing, especially his thighs that now jiggles when he rode phil, but what if dan hadn’t felt the same?

“Dan?” Phil watched Dan flinch before dropping his shirt and spinning to face Phil, blushing and nervously twisting his fingers.

“Oh, uh hey, didn’t see you…um how long have you been standing there?” He whispered the last part but phil heard it anyways, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around dan waist.

“Long enough. You know I think it’s sexy.” Dan scoffs as if to say, ‘yeah right’, but Phil is having none of it. He grabs onto Dan hip roughly and pushes him into the bathroom counter before picking him up and sitting him on it. Pushing between his thighs, phil grabs ahold of both in each hand, “You’re fucking thighs, Jesus they kill me, make me so flustered when you ride me, the way they bounce, fuck, Dan, you don’t even realize do you?”

Dan’s blushing a red hot and Phil is nuzzling his neck, “Not to mention your tummy, so cute when I fuck you, love your little rolls and love tickling you, giving you kisses.” His hands grip the hem of Dan shirt, tugging lightly in a form of asking for permission to take it off and dan nods quickly, whimpering. He steps back and dan whines but phil just pushes off his own shirt, stepping forward again to press their now bare chests against each other hotly, his hands roaming to dan lower back, “Your hips and little love handles are so adorable, Dan, make me want to touch you all the time, love marking them up and knowing I’m the only one who can see them, shit.” His hands flutter to the button on dan’s jeans, looking to himself permission before popping it open and unzipping them, pulling them off with his briefs.

“Love your arms too, Christ, when I cuff you to the bed frame, they look so good, fuck, pulling at the restraints trying to touch me like it’s all you can think about, gets me so fucking hot.”

Dan finally breaks, moaning wantonly, “C’mon phil, please, bedroom now.” His fingers threaded in Phil soft hair, gripping tightly and thighs hooked around his hips securely.

“Yeah baby, I got you. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. You want me to make you feel good?” Feverishly, dan nods, a whine ripping from his throat.

Phil pushes Dan back onto their shared bed, discarding his own pants and boxers, before joining him. Reaching into the bedside table drawer, he pulls out a bottle of lube, popping open the cap and squirting some onto his hand before loosely taking hold of his own member and dan’s in one hand and pumping them together. Dan’s whimpers become high pitched moans and he arches into phil’s tight fist, “So good, Phil, g-gonna cum. P-please, can I c-cum?” Phil shakes his head, pulling from his own hold to lower himself to Dan’s thighs. He bites into dan, licking over the mark before licking and sucking a trial to dan’s entrance.

“Not yet. Hold it for me.” Dan nods, but seems reluctant as Phil’s tongue meets his throbbing hole, lapping wetly at him before prodding gently with the muscle.

“Can’t, can’t hold it anymore please.” Phil pulls back to grab his pulsating cock with dan’s again in his fist, quickly tugging them both, kissing at dan’s neck and groaning out his release as dan convulses under him, their cum collecting on his hand stickily as he works them down.

Rolling off of dan and out of bed, phil grabs a warm washcloth and comes back to find dan with tears rolling down his cheeks, he comes over quickly, “Hey, baby, you ok? What’s up?” Dan curls into his arms, “Just love you, fuck these meds are screwing with my emotions too, I’m sorry, I’m just, thank you, Phil.” Scrunching his eyebrows, phil kisses Dan’s forehead.

“What for?”

“Doing this. Taking care of me, affirming me, making me feel sexy.”

Phil laughs, “Dan! You are sexy, you don’t need me for that. I just couldn’t help myself.” Giggling Dan nuzzles Phil nose with him own, kissing him sweetly before taking the clothe and cleaning them off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Phil scoops dan into his chest, and dan pushes his face into Phil neck, before they both doze off, not ready to ever leave this feeling.

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Flee (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked this idea and I didn’t have any requests at the time so I decided to write it and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I hope you like this as much as I do 😝
Warnings: fluff to the max, mentions of abuse, sexual assault, name calling
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader escaped her kidnapper and comes to a strangers door looking for help
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: part 2 of…
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Cold, harsh air stung your throat as you sprinted down a poorly lit street.
You constantly looked behind you to see if he was following you.
The sick man had you kept for 3 days and when he came to give you your daily beating, you used a metal pole to strike him in the head as you escaped.
You saw a familiar apartment complex and quickly ran up the stairs.
Your friend lived here, her name was Holland but you can’t remember what floor or number her room was so you pounded on a random door.
“Please open! I need help!” You yelled looking behind you.
It’s become second nature.
“Get the hell away!” You heard a raspy voice say.
You had no clue what time it was but you knew it was very early in the morning.
You looked for streams of light under doors, but there weren’t any.
You ran up another flight of stairs.
“Holland! Please tell me where you are! I need you I need help.” You yelled looking for any sign of a familiar number.
You pounded on doors, feeling sorry for waking anyone but no one answered, just yelled or kept quiet.
You started sobbing, knocking on the last door before you gave up.
You slouched down to the right of the door as you hugged your knees.
The beating, the yelling, the… assault, it all started flooding your mind again.
You cried and cried until the door you sat underneath opened and you saw a tall, young man with messy hair stand above you.
“Hey are you okay?” He asked noticing your stained cheeks as you sat at his door.
“Please I need your help. Do you know where Holland lives? Holland Reeves? She lives in this apartment complex and I need help.” You cried as he grabbed your forearms gently.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know a Holland. You don’t look okay, do you…” he paused and his eyes widened.
“Are you… are you Y/N L/N?” He asked.
You looked up into his eyes for the first time.
They were so warm and welcoming.
You softly nodded, confused on how he knew your name.
“Hi um… my name is Spencer Reid. I work for the FBI and we… are actually working on your case. Oh my god… how did you escape?” He asked. “Wait… come in. Your freezing… I won’t hurt you. I’ll show you my credentials.” He said pulling you into his warm apartment.
You felt thousands of pounds lift off of your shoulders as he led you to his couch.
“I promise I won’t hurt you. Here look. I’m with the FBI.” He said handing you the black leather pocketbook.
You didn’t need proof that he was a good man, and he was very cautious around you, making sure your comfortable and unalarmed.
You nodded and handed it back to him.
He set it on the side table and kneeled next to you.
“Can I see your arm?” He asked holding his hand out.
You lifted your arm and he took it in his hand before examining it.
“Have you been punctured or injected with anything?” He asked gently setting your arm down.
You shook your head and he looked at your other arm.
His eyes trailed up to your face, where he observed your black eye and bloody face.
“You poor thing.” He whispered brushing hair out of your face, examining the open cut on your forehead.
“Can you tell me what he did to you?” He asked sitting next to you.
“He beat me, called me names like slut, bitch, starved me.” You said, the memories coming back as you named them.
“Did… did he sexually assault you?” He asked quietly.
You looked into his eyes and bit your lip before nodding as tears rolled down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry. No one deserves that.” He said rubbing your back.
You turned into his shoulder and started sobbing.
He awkwardly hugged you, placing a hand on your head and one around your back, being careful to keep his hands high enough.
“Do you want to take a warm shower? I can give you a change of clothes. They might be big but it’s better than this.” He said rubbing your bare shoulder that was only covered by a tank top strap.
You nodded and smiled for the first time in days.
“Okay follow me.” He said standing up and waiting for you as you took your time to stand up due to the pain.
He slowly walked you to his bathroom where he started the water.
“Is this okay?” He said after letting the water run.
You put your hand underneath it, de-thawing your cold hand.
“Yes that’s perfect.” You said.
“Ok good. I’m going to grab you a towel and clothes. I’ll be right back.” He said leaving before shortly returning.
He set the items down on top of the toilet.
“If you need me, I won’t be far. Just call my name, I’ll hear you.” He said before closing the door.
You slowly dropped your clothes to the floor before stepping inside the warm shower.
Goosebumps raised on your skin as the warm water cascaded over your sore body.
You saw the water tint pink as blood washed from your face.
You washed your hair with coconut scented shampoo and washed your body with a somewhat manly soap that smelt super good.
You turned off the water and got dried off fairly quickly, eager to sit down again.
You put on the soft button up shirt and sweatpants that Spencer provided you.
He was right, the clothes were huge, but so comfortable.
You carefully opened the door and Spencer immediately came around the corner.
“How are you feeling?” He asked inconspicuously observing you in his clothes.
“Much better thank you so much. I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you.” You said with a small smile.
“Of course. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I made some and I figured you were hungry.” He said awkwardly standing in front of you.
You nodded quickly and he led you to his couch again while he retrieved a bowl with steam pouring out of it.
He sat next to you and spooned a little out before blowing on it.
You were about to take the bowl from him but he shallowly pulled it away before looking into your eyes with sympathy before putting the spoon of warm soup in your mouth.
“Mmm.” You said as you swallowed the warm broth.
He smiled and spooned out more, this time with noodles and chicken.
“You know chicken noodle soup is the most recommended thing to eat when people are healing because it’s packed with nutrients. You get protein from the chicken, carbohydrates from the noodles and lots of vitamins from the broth.” He said before feeding more heavenly soup to you.
You nodded, not knowing what to say after his little rant.
“I know your capable of feeding yourself but I figured you were sore and preferred if I did instead.” He said as he continued feeding you.
“Thank you and sorry for waking you. You looked like I broke you from a peaceful sleep.” You said recalling his messy hair.
“What makes you say that?” He asked curiously.
“Oh um… your hair I guess.” You said as heat rose to your cheeks.
“Oh heh my hair is always like that. Awake or asleep. I wasn’t asleep so don’t worry. You actually gave me something to do rather than reread a book.” He said with a small smile.
“What are you doing up so late?” You asked taking more notice of his apartment.
The dark green walls, one filled with a bookcase.
“It wasn’t so late. It’s only midnight now.” He said looking at the clock.
Midnight.
It’s a lot earlier than you thought.
“Do you read a lot?” You asked pointing to his bookcase.
“I do yes. I’ve read them all.” He said as you took more soup on your mouth, almost spitting it out.
“All of them?”
“Well I have an eidetic memory and I can read 20,000 words per minute so it doesn’t take me that long.” He said with another beautiful smile.
“Wow.” You muttered under your breathe as you took the last bite of soup.
“Are you still hungry? I can make you more.” He said standing up.
“No I’m full. Thank you though.” You said hugging your knees as you sat on his couch.
“Are you allergic to anything? Can I give you ibuprofen, if you want it.” He said kindly.
“Ibuprofen would be great.” You said yawning.
You trusted him and you knew he wouldn’t give you any drugs or something weird like that.
He brought you two little tablets and a tall glass of water.
You took the pills and drank the full glass of water.
“Is there anything else you need besides sleep?” He asked.
“No but I need to thank you again. Thank you for saving my life and taking care of me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” You said standing up.
“No need. It was my choice, not a favor. It was my pleasure keeping you here. Believe me it takes a lot of stress away knowing your alive.” He said.
You felt tears fill your eyes as you heard his sincere words.
You lunged towards him and gave him a big hug.
He had no clue what to do but eventually, he wrapped his arms around you as well.
“Thank you so much.” You said into his chest.
“No problem. Um I can take the couch and you can have my bed.” He said leading you to his bedroom.
He turned on the light, revealing his big cozy bed that had at least 6 blankets on it.
You slowly crawled on top of it and pulled the blankets from beneath you.
“The heater breaks a lot so I have lots of blankets in case it gets cold.” He said lifting them for you to get underneath.
Once you did, he laid them on top of you and you swear you haven’t felt anything softer.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything okay?” He said.
You kept quiet, hesitating to ask for something.
“You do need something. I’ll get it for you, anything you need.” He said reading your face like the pages he was reading earlier.
“I’m okay. Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
He squinted his eyes at you. “Are you sure? Last call, just say the words.”
You looked at the lamp and then to the blankets that were covering your body.
“You.” You quietly said.
“M-me?” He asked, reassuring that’s what you said.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” You said looking up at him with a smile.
“Well… I don’t know where else I would sleep. I’ll take the floor if you want me in here.”
“I want you to sleep in bed next to me dummy.” You said laughing.
His face lit up with realization.
“Oh… are you sure?” He asked.
“Positive.”
He nodded and said “okay” before turning off the light and walking to the other side of the bed.
You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned to face him.
You both looked each other in the eyes in the dim moonlight.
“Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
“No problem.” He whispered.
You turned back around, facing your back to him.
A little later, you were almost asleep but you heard Spencer whisper something.
“Hm?” You mumbled.
“Can… can I hug you?” He quietly asked.
You smiled and nodded before feeling his gentle arms wrap around you.
Your back rested on his chest and you felt his hot breathe on the back of your neck as he traced circles on your wrists.
You eventually fell asleep to his gentle touch and shallow breathes.

Okay I’ve attempted to make a follow forever for quite some time now and honestly this took forever to make anyway?? But I’ve reached 1200 which I feel is a decent milestone so I wanted to make one of these to celebrate! :D I do want to preface though, because I’ve mentally said it over probably thirty times at least as I was making this that I truly am sorry that I’m the worst person ever at communication and literally I love to talk to anyone, but sometimes I genuinely forget and don’t look in my IMs for months on end and the next time I see it I’m like?? Oh wow they probably hate me for taking so long should I still reply?? Lolol, but yeah I’ll go ahead and do these but I’m gonna do the special shoutouts at the bottom ^.^ But honestly thank you and I love you to everyone who follows me and who I follow and I appreciate all of you and I know I forgot people so chances are even if you’re not on here I’ll still follow you forever??

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Motivation

Originally posted by kyungception

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Kyungsoo

→ College AU drabble


“Oh my god,”

Without moving a slack muscle, you lifted your dazed eyes off the bland book in front of you to the speaker arriving into your small, shared apartment. Said speaker had short (though getting longer) relaxed onyx hair and big, circular glasses that served as a magnifying glass over his adorableness. Said speaker that shuffled over the floor in thick socks, slightly oversized jeans, and a black sweater was also your boyfriend for a little over a year now.

“you look beautiful.” He finished with a monotone voice- and was that sarcasm? He then placed a paper cup of something steaming onto the table in front of you with both hands before he took a look around the living room. Littering almost the floor around you was papers and your books, empty cups that Kyungsoo could only imagine had held a mixture of everything caffeine and then some, and several empty bags of different candies. A mess, for short. 

You didn’t bother asking what he had gotten you before you were grasping for the paper cup and lifting it up to your lips. Before sipping, you paused and stared up at your slightly older boyfriend. Red light.

He nodded. Yellow light. “It’s not too hot, go ahead.”

Green light. You tipped the cup and took slurped down the beverage which after a few seconds you recognized as a caramel latte. The caramel caffeine was safely inside of you in only seconds, and once you placed the empty cup beside you on the floor with a satisfied sigh, you caught the disturbed eyes of your boyfriend. 

“What?” You snapped before gesturing to the circle of papers, trash and books around you. “I’m dying, Kyungsoo, this isn’t the time to give me that face.”

Kyungsoo chuckled, supporting himself with a hand against the surface of the coffee table as he sat down beside you, firmly placing his butt over a closed book. “You’re not dying.”

“Oh but I am. The words are starting to blur, babe, I can’t read anymore. I honestly feel a little lightheaded.”

“You’ve just lost motivation, and I don’t blame you by the way, you’ve been sitting here since, like, 8 am or something when I left for work, right?”

You nodded weakly.

Kyungsoo smiled, placing his soft palm against your cheek. “Let’s stop here.” 

You tried to sigh away your frustrated tears, cuddling your cheek further into his warm hand. “But I need to continue, babe. The final is only a few days away and I don’t feel like I know anything! I try to remember anything and it just- I just can’t remember anything.

He hummed, scooting closer. Without words, he scanned the books and papers around you, picking up the textbook before you and throwing a look over the page that met his eyes. “This one is easy; what is a gene?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, closing your eyes as you contemplated your answer. Not even a second later -

“A gene is the basic physical and functional unit of heredity.”

You were supposed to open your eyes again, only to feel the wonderful, familiar sensastion of Kyungsoo’s plump lips against yours. With a pleased hum, you moved your own against his, hoping so badly that you could just stay like this forever. Forget finals, you have Kyungsoo and his glorious lips, you don’t need an education. Unfortunately, the intoxicating, plump lips that you just wanted drown in were pulled away from yours along with the appearence of Kyungsoo’s soft baritone voice.

“Good job, baby.”

You pouted, cheeks burnning as you opening your eyes only to see Kyungsoo looking down in your book, searching for another question to ask you. “We’re gonna do it like that?” You asked, a little less angry and stressed. Without looking up from the page he was on, he hummed, smiling shyly into the black letters.

“If you want to and if you feel like it’ll help.”

“Hell yeah, I want to.” You grinned, scooting even closer to your boyfriend, resting your head upon his shoulder. “Hurry up, ask another one.”

“Okay, okay. Only for you, baby girl.”


A/N: ahh I’m the worst, I took so long on the two last requests that I just had to make them into drabbles to not completely lose the motivation to actually do them ;; I need me a Kyungsoo right now tbh but I still hope you all enjoy these, the chanyeol one might come tonight or tomorrow,, I’m really not sure ahahah ;; wow miaa

The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 8)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating, mild swearing (wow that’s a first), angst. A N G S T. i literally cannot prepare you for how much angst is in this chapter.

words: 3462

a/n: Alright, so this took a painfully long time to get finished, but i really believe you’ll think it was worth the wait. There’s just so much going on in this part, so it was pretty difficult to keep organized. As always, thanks a million to @secretschuylersister for checking it out for me and @digging-daveed for making the story happen.

If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just shoot me an ask!

tags: @isis278 @21phantasticromances @dvddggs @l-nmanuel @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part nine


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When the Moon Rises

Pairing: Remus X Reader

Prompt: Set in OotP, the reader is currently staying with the rest of the group at Grimmauld Place. Remus continues to struggle with his werewolf condition, even if Sirius was there to support him. You decide to take your gander at helping the poor man.

Warnings: Mentions of scars, and overall sadness from our poor wolf boy Remus.

A/N: I know it’s been a while, but I hope this one is good for you guys! I slightly altered the original prompt to make it more fitting/canon.

Originally posted by blue-bun-21

He was already fidgety the night before the full moon. During dinner, you couldn’t help but notice that Remus was quiet with his head down, barely even touching his food. You couldn’t help but internally sigh. He deserved so much more than this. Suffering every single month for something he had no control over. 

Despite the noisy table filled with Order Members, Harry, his friends, and everyone else who could fit in the place, all you could focus on was him. Everything else just sounded like muffled chatter.

“If you’re not going to eat the soup I’ll take it,” you attempt a joke. “Molly swatted me out of the kitchen last time I tried to get seconds. Said she couldn’t keep up with everyone wanting seconds.”

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Waking Up Besides The Cancer Crew Headcanons

prompt: Headcanons to waking up beside The cancer crew
A/N: wow a post?! the world stopped spinning! I’m sorry this took so long I didn’t have the motive to write this one until now!! Sorry it’s short but I don’t know I’m a disappointment lol.

JOJI//TVFILTHYFRANK:
-he’s already awake and waiting for you.
-raspy voiced Joji with messy hair!!!!
-“Were you watching me sleep George?”
“No… maybe… no that’s fucking creepy.”

MAX//MAXMOEFOE:
-it rotates on who gets up first.
-for once he’s not loud.
-but he’s just a bit demanding.
-“Y/N will you make me breakfast?”
-“Y/N wake up I need you.”
-“go brush your teeth so I can kiss you.”
-still slightly tired Max >

CHAD//ANYTHING4VIEWS:
-you always wake up before him no doubt.
-that doesn’t matter though because he refuses to let you leave.
-“come on cunt stay with me.”
-you don’t even put of a real fight.
-you’re stuck in his grip surrounded by his warmth and you kind of love it.

IAN//IDUBBBZ
-I ran out of ideas sue me!!
-but I bet he’s cute.
-interpret that as you must.

Love and Hickies / Alec Lightwood Imagine
Requested by: @brbimshippinguptoboston

Clary was definitely something that none of you ever seen coming. She was a nice girl, but she really could get on Alec’s nerves sometimes. He said that she was “needy”. You seen where he was coming from, but she was nice, so you tried to be that towards her as well. There had been one or two occasions where Clary had hung out in you and Alec’s room, but Alec wasn’t there. You two were forming somewhat of a friendship. Along with Izzy, of course. The three of you seemed to all get along very well.
“What are you up to today, babe?” Alec asked, coming out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower with his clothes for the day on.
“Nothing much.” You said. You were sitting on the bed, looking at your phone. Alec came over to you, kissing the top of your head. He went to head out the door, but you grabbed his wrist yanking him back, making him stumble a little. You laughed and he rolled his eyes. He leaned down, placing a finger under your chin and kissed you.
“I’ve got some stuff to tend to downstairs, but maybe we can do something later.” Alec said after pulling away.
You smirked up at him. “But I want to do stuff with you now.” You said, pulling his arm again, making him fall on top of you. You quickly wrap your arms and legs around him. He chuckled into your hair before kissing your collar bone, then kissing your neck. He slowly began to suck on your neck. You hand went into his hair and pulled it lightly, knowing he loved that. He began to suck harder, which was surely going to leave a mark.
You rolled him over so you were on top and you trailed kisses down his jaw and began to suck on his neck as well. His hands were roaming your body, enjoying himself, when suddenly he stopped. He pushed you over, coming on top again and hovered over you. “What?” You said with a smirk.
“You know what.” He stated, raising his eyebrows. “If I have a hickey, I swear to-”
You grabbed his face and pulled him down, kissing him. He was mumbling against your lips, but you just laughed and kissed him harder. You bit down on his bottom lip, dragging it down a moment. He loved that too. Then, you slid your tongue along that same lip, asking for entrace. He happily obliged. The makeout was getting heated. His hands under your shirt, gripping onto your hips. One of your hands in his hair and the other under his shirt running up his back.
What you two didn’t know was there was a very shocked Clary, who didn’t know that the two of you were dating and have been for three years, stood in the doorway frozen in shock. A few seconds later, she gathered her composure and walked away, trying to understand why you would be with Alec. Not that Clary didn’t like Alec, but it was just that you two were so different.
Eventually, you and Alec broke apart, because he really did have some things to do. You found yourself bored and wondered into Clary’s room. You knocked and heard Clary reply, “Come in!”
You stepped inside and smiled. “Hey. What are you up to?”
Clary looked up to see you and the first thing that entered her mind was you and Alec making out. “I seen you and Alec earlier.” She blurted out on accident. You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, I came to see what you were doing, the door was open-”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even know you were there.” You rambled on.
“Well, you were a little..” Clary started but then paused, pointing to the hickey on your neck. Your hand instantly went to cover it. “..preoccupied.” She finished.
“Sorry.” You said.
“It’s fine!” Clary said, sitting on the bed, gesturing for you to sit with her, which you did. “I just didn’t expect it. I like Alec, so don’t take this the wrong way, but I just didn’t picture you with a guy like him. You’re just so nice, cool, calm, open, and cheery. He’s moody, grumpy, not very open with his emotions, and sarcastic. The two just normally don’t mix.” She said.
You smiled. “Yeah, we use to argue all the time. Throwing sarcastic comebacks to each other. Izzy is the one who kind of pushed us together. She realized we liked each other before we did. She set a whole plan in motion.” You said, laughing to yourself.
Clary laughed too and said, “Yeah, that sounds like her.”
You said, “And now, three years later, here we are.” You smiled, thinking of Alec and the love you had for him.
Clary’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Three years?!” She said and you nodded. “Wow. That’s a pretty long time.”
“It is. It’s not always perfect. No relationship is, but I love and trust him with all of my heart. It’s so nice to wake up next to him, cook meals together just to end up making a mess.” You laughed a moment. “And, you may be shocked, but he’s very open with me. Granted, it took him a little while, but now I know everything about him and vice versa. It’s something that you can’t fully understand until you have it, but it’s so wonderful. I love him so much, and I know he loves me. I know he will always have my back, and I swear to always have his. It’s a beautiful thing.” You said, grinning.
You looked up to Clary and she was grinning too. “I am so happy that you have something so beautiful in your life.” She said, putting her hand on top of yours.
“Thank you,” you said with a grin.
“Y/N!” You heard Alec yell across the hall, looking for you.
“In Clary’s room!” You yelled back.
He was there in a flash, ranting before he even got to the doorway. “All I have heard all day is about this stupid hickey.” He rolled his eyes.
You smiled and bite your lip. You got up and laced your fingers with his before bringing his hand to your face to press a light kiss on. “I’ll make it up to you, babe.”
“You better.” He said, wrapping and arm around your waist as you stood by his side, as you always hoped you would.
“I hope I have something like what you two have one day.” Clary said with a smile.
You and Alec looked from Clary to each other with a grin on each of your faces. You looked back to Clary then. “You will,” you said to her.

All My Idols Ch 1: First Class

Hi lovelies I’m sorry I don’t have a new chapter of Bad Girl or I Am An Alpha for you tonight so I’m going to add another one of my stories. This one has no smut! It’s a lot of fluff so be prepared!


Summary:  Twenty-two year old, Charlotte Quinn has decided, on a whim, to up and move to Korea. She has a good idea of the culture and knows the language well, and can’t deny her love of kpop. So when she runs into big bang at the airport on her way to her new home she doesn’t know what to do. Somehow she ends up befriending them and is lead into a whole new world of idols. She doesn’t know what to do when she sees all of her favorite idols in person and is even more thrown off when they want to befriend her as well. What is a girl to do but say yes?

I have never been so exhausted in my whole entire life. I sit down at the terminal, frustrated and starving, upset that all the little shops were closed or too expensive. After being stuck at the Chicago airport for almost 24 hours I have never been so excited to get into one of those uncomfortable economy seats. Glancing around, I’m surprised to be one of the few at the terminal, only about half of what it would take to fill one of those giant planes. One of the screens displaying the take off time and board time changes once again. Another hour delay, giving me three more hours to wait, having us leaving at 3 am. Fucking delightful.

I slouch lower in my chair before deciding to use the bathroom one more time incase the flight leaves earlier. Making sure I have all my belongings I head towards one of the many bathroom, picking the one farthest away just to waste time. To my surprise I see a group of security guards standing outside of the men’s bathroom. I try not to stare at I pass, quickly going into the women’s bathroom. After taking care of my business I leave the bathroom, mindlessly staring at my phone, when I bump into someone. Looking up to apologize, I’m surprised at the strangely familiar face staring back down at me with a solid cold expression.

Top. Big Bang’s Top. My bias of the group. He’s even more handsome in person with his strong jaw and perfect face. He is wearing what you expect from Top, a very nice suit, his black hair is perfectly styled.

Without a thought, I bow slightly, mumbling a small sorry in Korean. I can tell he is slightly surprised by me speaking to him in his own language. He tells me it’s no problem before scanning around us. I follow his eyes, noticing the group of security is now gone.

“They left me,” He puffs out.

“Where are you trying to go?” I ask. He looks back down at me, still surprised by my Korean.

“The flight to Korea.”

I give him a small smile, “I’m heading there too,” He just stares at me, “I can show you the way.” I start walking without waiting for his response, figuring if he wants to follow he will and if not, oh well. I’m a bit surprised seeing him here. I knew they were in America, I had just seen them not to long ago when they were in Newerk but to see him this close makes me nervous. But I’m much too scared of fan girling and scaring him away to show it. He stays a few steps behind me as I lead him through the almost empty wing. I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head.

I’m surprised when he asks, “Do you know who I am?” I look at him over my shoulder, like I thought his eyes are glued on me.

“Yes,” I all I say as I turn back around.

“I feel like I’m at a disadvantage.” He walks faster, coming up next to me, “What is your name?” It’s my turn to stare, from what I now of Top he isn’t the friendliest person, just the quiet one that can randomly get weird with those he is comfortable with.  

“Charlie,” I say slowly, over pronouncing it.

“Charlie,” He repeats just as slowly, trying his best to say it right, making me smile. He gives me a soft smile in return. We walk basically across the whole entire airport talking about nothing really, he asks me random questions, as if he is filling out a profile for me. I tell him my hometown, age, blood type, where my new apartment is located, and he almost died laughing when I told him my height. We talk as if we are old friends, his friendliness and silly questions, ruining my idea of him, replacing it with something much better. Neither of us notice when we finally reach the gate.

“Hyung!” A familiar voice yells out, drawing us out of our bubble. We look to the man who yelled, Seungri. My smile drops as I step away from Top, not realizing how close we standing. The younger blonde man’s eyes move away from his hyung to me, nervously wrapping my arms around my body. “Who do we have here?” The younger steps closer to us to get a better look at me, prompting me to step back and Top to step in front of me.

“A friend.” Top deadpans, his playfulness gone. Seungri, like I had imagined, isn’t phased by the older’s coldness.

“Seungri-ah, leave him alone,” Another familiar voice calls from their spot amongst the seats. Peeking around Top I see the other three were looking away from their phones to stare at these two. They were siting in the last few rows of the gates seating, a few security guards re hanging around, along with their staff.

“Are you a fan?” Seungri asks me once he sees me peeking around Top.

All I can do is nod.

He smiles big at me, making me give a small smile back, “Really? Who is your bias?” I’m surprised when he steps around Top to be right in front of me. I nearly fall back as I try to step away, not that I don’t enjoy his closeness I’m just overwhelmed by it.

“Seungri,” Top growls as he tries to get in between Seungri and I.

“Just let him ask Hyung,” The voice from before, GD, says with amusement, his phone now put away, his complete attention on us. I realize that Taeyang and Daesung have done the same, small smiles on their faces.

“Well?” Seungri digs. When I don’t respond he frowns before looking to Top, “Does she not speak Korean?”

“She does, she probably just doesn’t want to talk to you,” Top teases. I laugh at that, making Seungri’s head snap back to me.

“You do speak Korean!”

I nod.

“Why won’t you answer me?” He pouts like a child.

“I don’t speak Korean that well,” I say quietly. That’s a bit of a lie, I actually know Korean very well, but my speaking isn’t the best. I have never felt embarrassed speaking it to people here but now with five Koreans staring at me I feel as if I’ll mess up and insult them in some way.

“You speak just fine,” Top says waving my fears away.

“Just say the name,” Seungri demands.

“Top-ssi.” I reply honestly. Seungri pouts, Top smiles at me, finally successfully moving the pouting blond away from me.

“Who is after him?” Seungri tries again.

Without any hesitation, “Taeyang-ssi.”

“After that?’

“GD-ssi.”

“I swear to god.” He whines.

Without him asking I say one more, “Daesung-ssi.” The others are laughing their ass off as Seungri goes back to his seat, grumbling something about how no one appreciates him.

“I like her,” GD says between laughs, “Come sit with us,” he waves me over to the empty spot next to him. I look over at Top, who waves through their bags on the floor to the spot over. I quickly follow sitting between the two very handsome men.

“What is your name?” Daesung asks, he is sitting across from me, his arms resting on his elbows as he leans closer to me.

“Charlie.” I respond shortly.

“Where are you from?”

“A couple states over.”

“Why are you going to Korea?”

“I’m actually moving there.”

He smiles, “That’s exciting! Do you have any friends there? Or is it for work purposes?”

“It’s more of a spur of the moment thing,” I answer nervously, Taeyang and Seungri, who have been looking at their phones, are now looking back at me. “I just kind of decided this within the last month.”

“Wow, why so sudden?” GD asks this time.

“I just felt like going? That sounds really irresponsible but I don’t have much holding me back here, so I just decided to pack up and go.”

“That brave, what make you pick Korea?” Taeyang asks, all their questions and attention is making me nervous. I look down at my hands.

“I’ve liked the idea of living in Korea for the couple years, since I was 17, and since I took the time to learn the language, I figured why not there?”

They all nod.

“So how long have you been a fan?” Seungri asks, coming out of his slump.

“Almost a year.”

“Were we your first?” He earns a punch from Taeyang for such a dirty phrased question.

I laugh, “Technically, yes. Though I listened to Super Junior first, you are the first group I learned.”

“Really? And are we your favorite right?” Seungri continued to ask.

“You are the group I have traveled the farthest for.”

“What does that mean?”

“I went to Newerk to see you in concert.”

They all smile at that, “You saw us in concert?”

“Yea! It was absolutely amazing! You guys did such a great job!” I say, letting my fan girl out a bit.

GD is grinning big at me, “Thank you so much, it’s great to hear that the fans had fun.”

We talk for the next two hours, I ask about their other concerts and the places they’ve been and things they’ve done while on tour. In turn, they ask me about myself, their interest in me surprising, not just me but from the stares of their crew, I can tell this isn’t normal. I’m thrown off even more when Top puts his arm around the back of my chair; his hand brushes my shoulder. An action noticed by everyone of the member but no one says anything, they just glance at it every now and than. When it’s time to board, it no surprise that they are in first class, they stand up when class 1 is called.

I give them my best smile and say, “It was nice to meet you.”

They all share a glance before Taeyang speaks up, “Come to first class with us.”

“There probably aren’t any spots,” I wave that idea away, “I can’t afford it anyway.”

Again they glance at each other, Top ends up grabbing my hand and leading to the entrance to the plane. We pass the woman at the desk, who just looks confused but once one of Big Bang’s people come up and talk to her the problem seems to be resolved. Top wordlessly leads me to one of the seats, placing me in the aisle seat, while he gets the window. The others join us with smiles on their faces, Taeyang sits on the other side of the aisle next to me, GD is next to him, while Seungri and Daesung are in front of us.

“Thank you,” I say, staring at my hands, a small blush crosses my tan cheeks.

“You’re welcome.” Top says as he pats my head like a child. The action is strange but comforting, making me smile. He relaxes in his seat, something he does with ease and elegance. I don’t even want to know how much I look like a mess as I try to get comfortable. An attendant walks by, handing out blankets and pillows which I eagerly accept. Making myself comfortable became much easier as I lean my chair back and curl up on my seat with my blanket, sleep sounds amazing, and an 11 hour flight is the perfect time to do so. I didn’t notice that the boys have been watching me with interest as I had made my little nest.

“Tired?” Taeyang asks as he also leans his seat back, making our eyes level, both of us on our sides.

“I’m exhausted. 30 hours with no sleep.” I yawn back as I nuzzle myself deeper into my pillow. He doesn’t respond when my eyes close but I can feel him staring at me, actually I can feel almost all of the staring at me. All except for Daesung, who is like me and actually wants to sleep.

I don’t sleep for long, only 4 hours, because of breakfast. It’s seven back home but I don’t know what time zone we are in at the moment. Top has woken me up to eat, I pick the rice and chicken, while Top take the omelet. We eat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company, at least for a little while before Seungri starts talking again. I can’t get myself to fall back asleep when they start talking, I just want to listen and talk to them forever. The flight goes by quickly, too quick if you ask me, and I’ve already shared my embarrassing stories with, and earned a few of theirs. The idea of not being able to talk to them like this again breaks my heart.

I can’t believe my ears when Top asks for my phone number, not in a hit on me way though, definitely a friendly way. With the other boys hounding me, I can’t say no to them, not that I want to. After typing my number in Top’s phone I feel nervous and can’t help but start giggling. When we land the boys leave first, actually giving me hugs as they go, Top being the last and the longest hug. Even though we are only friends, if that, we didn’t want the fans who were waiting to spot us together.

I find myself laughing at the last day and a half of my life, thinking that would be the high point for me. But little did I know, that it was just the beginning.


PS I love watching you guys binge read Good Girl and other stories, my friends keep asking why my phone is blowing up and I don’t know how to tell them it’s from a bunch of girls reading my dirty fan fiction. Please enjoy and let me know how you like it!

CRAZY-EX GIRLFRIEND SENTENCE STARTERS.
feel free to change up pronouns or wording to better suit your muse!

  • ❝ i did not move here for him. ❞ 
  • ❝ speaking of flash points, you’re really blowing my mind right now. ❞ 
  • ❝ what’ll it be? ❞
  • ❝ i’d like a beer, please. any kind. ❞
  • ❝ never order alcohol again. ❞
  • ❝ i felt warm, like glitter was exploding inside me. ❞
  • ❝ i’m having a manic episode. ❞
  • ❝ it was a shit show. ❞
  • ❝ oh my god, i think i like you. ❞
  • ❝ she’s got one of them secret boot-ays. ❞ 
  • ❝ a kiss on the cheek means… everything. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a breeder, not a leader. ❞
  • ❝ i’m a both-sexual. ❞ 
  • ❝ you’re pretty and you’re smart and you’re ignoring me, so you’re obviously my type. ❞ 
  • ❝ ok, well, let’s not knock someone for a fetish. ❞
  • ❝ he’s suspiciously good-looking in ways that normal people are not. ❞
  • ❝ my father didn’t leave me. ❞ 
  • ❝ this is what happy feels like. ❞ 
  • ❝ look at all my friends! ❞ 
  • ❝ it’s my gateway drug. ❞
  • ❝ it’s not a drug, it’s a potato. ❞
  • ❝ she is smoking! ❞ 
  • ❝ i woke up like this. ❞
  • ❝ women gotta stick together. ❞
  • ❝ my name’s ____. i just said it. ❞ 
  • ❝ why should we root for someone straight, male and white? ❞
  • ❝ i need to use the bathroom… again! ❞
  • ❝ we make quite a pair. ❞
  • ❝ should i be giggling right now? ❞
  • ❝ i’m so much better than you. ❞
  • ❝ wow. i can’t believe it took us that long to come to the most obvious solution! ❞
  • ❝ to be clear, your parents wanna have sex with me. ❞
  • ❝ weirdly, this isn’t about you. ❞
  • ❝ you reward failure. ❞
  • ❝ you make a difference in the world and you make all the difference in the world to me. ❞

anonymous asked:

Can I request Cheiloproclitic with JongKey please~

Cheiloproclitic – Being attracted to someone’s lips.

L I P S | Jongkey | G

“Jonghyun, do you want to fail?”

Jonghyun’s mind processed first how Kibum’s lips moved differently. Before, Kibum’s lips would often curve into the same words. B, they folded together and were pulled back into his mouth; U, they opened, revealing the redness of his mouth; S is all tongue; on T he closes his mouth a little and his tongue flicks to the roof of his mouth; I is the release, mouth now wide enough for Jonghyun to see all of Kibum’s white teeth; with C and K he raises his tongue and the sound emerges from the back of his throat; E is a sounded, direct exhale; and his lips near each other slowly on T. Eventually, they meet one another, his pink lips closing as the word formulates in the air.

There are other words Jonghyun can see, having stared at Kibum’s mouth and his lips so much–combined with the fact that Kibum is simply repeating the basic English conversation about a bus ticket they had learned in English class earlier that day.

Kibum’s mouth opens so wide on “have,” on “leave” the sound is wet yet airy,  and with “when” the exhale of his breath is soft and the click of his tongue at the end is suggestive of something more. Of whatever’s waiting at that questioned time.

Jonghyun likes “you” the best. Kibum’s lips purse together into a pink and round button with a single hole in the middle. And the sound is low and melodic, just one syllable without any thuds and clamors at the end. It is only a exhale, given sound like the way the clouds give earth rain. Naturally, healthily, beautifully.

Korean is different on Kibum’s lips. Not that the language makes his words or voice or tone or mouth any less beautiful, but he has to move differently because of the nuances of the language.

When a sentence in English is completed, the mouth slowly closes. First the tongue rises to encumber future noise, and then the lips meet each other. With Korean, the mouth tends to stay open, letting the final syllable ring through the air like a proud bell.

Jonghyun only realizes Kibum is speaking in Korean to him when those lips stay open for a beat too long.

“Huh?” he asks, blinking and raising his head from his hand.

Kibum sighs and leans back in his chair. “You do want to fail this class, don’t you?”

“Of course I don’t!” Jonghyun whines. A dozen pairs of eyes turn angrily to him and he clamps his mouth shut, lowering his voice. “It’s just hard for me to focus.”

“Whatever,” replies Kibum indignantly. “It doesn’t matter if you pass or fail. I still get my tutoring hours.”

“Hey, I’m your friend. You should care if I fail.”

“Whatever,” Kibum says. “I’m tired. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“Sure,” Jonghyun exhales, holding back his disappointment that he won’t be able to watch Kibum speak anymore.

It sucks enough in English class that Kibum’s basically become the unofficial teacher’s assistant, meaning he spends the entire class period helping out other students rather than sitting right next to Jonghyun like he should be. So Jonghyun can stare at his lips. Like he does in every single other class.

Jonghyun likes to say Kibum is the reason he’s a C+ student. Regardless of the fact that he’s been a C+ student his whole life and he only met Kibum in 8th grade.

He follows Kibum to the parking lot, eyes at first trained on his friend’s shoes and then slowly traveling upward to his ass. Jonghyun thinks It’s a nice ass, as Kibum dances five days a week. He should add the caveat that, aside from pornographic videos, Kibum’s (clothed) ass is the only one he’s stared diligently at.

They jump into Kibum’s car and Kibum starts the engine.

“So,” Jonghyun begins expectantly.

Kibum snorts. “So?”

Jonghyun doesn’t know what he was thinking. He only lives about a minute away from the school by car, so he’s only got a minute.

“What words are on the next English quiz?”

“A bunch,” Kibum says with a shrug. His eyes are trained on the road ahead. “The list is on the website.”

“Yeah but do you know any of them? Like, off the top of your head.”

“Umm. I guess.” He taps his fingers against the steering wheel, thinking. “There’s airport, airplane, luggage, ticket, bus stop, bus, taxi, fare, seat, aisle…”

Jonghyun bites down on his lip, holding back against the whimper rising in his throat. The base of his spine is tingling, little sparks rising to his skin and spreading his body as Kibum’s voice curves around foreign sounds, as his lips are tucked inward, pushed again, pursed into a little pink circle, stretched thin over pronounced syllables. Even from the side, it’s a beautiful sight.

Jonghyun doesn’t realize they’ve arrived at his house until the car has stopped moving and Kibum turns to face him. “We’re here,” he states in Korean.

And Jonghyun doesn’t hear that. He sees Kibum’s lips move, his mouth hanging open as that final sound hits Jonghyun’s ear drums but doesn’t register in his mind. The only thing he is thinking of are Kibum’s lips, and that he wants them.

“Can you translate something for me?” he asks, his voice shivering with uncertainty and need.

One corner of Kibum’s lips twitches. “What?”

Jonghyun runs his tongue over his lips. “Kiss.”

Kiss.”

K is when his mouth opens slightly to make room for the sound; I his lips open more; S they come closer but it his teeth that touch; S the letter is given voice through the push of his air between his teeth. He lips stay open at the end, teeth separating just slightly as the word escapes.

Jonghyun’s heart is pressing his rib cage with every desperate thud. The sparks have turned to an electricity that roars through his fans as though thunder had struck him in the chest. “Me.”

Kibum doesn’t hesitate. M his lips come together and contract inward, on E they release. Again, he doesn’t close them even though the word has been said. The sentence finished. He leaves his thick, pink lips open and Jonghyun stares at them.

He doesn’t know what to do past this point, but, fortunately, Kibum does.

He leans forward and in a clear and slow voice asks in English, “Can I kiss…” His lips curve into the familiar circle, and the sound is low and seductive but curves just slightly upward at the end. “You?”

Jonghyun nods numbly. “Yeah.”

He leans toward Kibum and their lips meet softly. For as good as Kibum’s lips look to Jonghyun, they feel so much better against his own.

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Artemi Panarin #1 - Chicago Outing

Anon asked: Please oh please!!! Write an Artemi Panarin imagine/one-shot….I love that dude so much!!! It can be anything as long as you don’t break my heart with the story I'lo be eternally grateful. Thank you in advance!!!

Wow anon I am so sorry how long this took me to get to. I just wrapped up finals week so it’s been somewhat (very) stressful. You said anything as long as it wasn’t heart breaking so have some fluff disguised as jealousy?? Anthony Rizzo makes a guest appearance because I personally love him too much. There is a very good chance I will write a follow up to this imagine because the end leaves me with a lot of wiggle room. I hope you enjoy this! 


In the two years that your boyfriend had been living in Chicago he had never been to a Cubs game and after their 2016 World Series win you figured it was time to change that. Artemi didn’t have the slightest clue on how the game worked but he knew that it would make you happy so he agreed. The two sports’ seasons only slightly overlapped and with the unfortunate defeat in the first round of the playoffs it meant Artemi’s season was over sooner. You were packing the game day necessities into your purse when he finally joined you after his morning post-workout shower. As a Chicago native and born and raised Cubs fan you had enough merchandise to last you at least two weeks without a repeat, Artemi not so much. He walked out of the bedroom in head to toe Blackhawks gear to which you immediately shook your head.

“Temi you cannot wear that.”

He looked down at his team issued shirt, “no?”

“This is a baseball game; you wear a baseball shirt,” you gestured to your beloved Rizzo jersey.

His brow furrowed, “Not own one.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards your room. You had a drawer dedicated to baseball shirts, there had to be one that fit him. Rifling through you found one you had stolen from your dad years ago that would surely fit on Artemi’s 5’11” frame. You pushed it in his direction and motioned for him to put it on. He sighed, not understanding why it mattered what Chicago shirt he wore but obliged. You let him keep the Blackhawks basketball shorts on but insisted he wear a Cubs hat. You were a sucker for him in hats.

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