would have you on your knees in seconds

Stealthy (Blurb)

Smut where the missus and Harry have slow morning, quiet, intense in the bed sex when Anne and Robin, and Gemma are staying in the 2 spare rooms downstairs in Harry’s new LA pad, as the master is on the top floor and the missus has to bite and moan into his new and shoulder to keep quiet. Sex in missionary and girl lying down on her front with Harry covering from behind?  

So…I’ve been reading over this request for weeks trying to picture the position and also how it would be possible for her to bite his shoulder and…I don’t think this is actually possible so I’m going to tweak things a bit, but I’ll try and keep things similar for you. :)

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Harry has been very, very patient.

His parents and sister have been visiting the two of you in LA for the past week now and the number of times the two of you have had sex during that week was extraordinarily minimal. Every time Harry tries to initiate it, you shut him down because you can’t stand the thought of doing anything, knowing that his mother is only one floor below you.

“She knows we have sex,” he moans, “She’s probably expectin’ us to!”

That knowledge doesn’t make it any better and, in fact, makes you even less inclined to give in. Still, you’re starting to get a bit antsy as well. You and Harry typically don’t go very long without having some form of sex, and each morning that you wake up with Harry spooning you, it gets harder and harder to roll away without trying to get him excited.

This particular morning, you wake up feeling something poking into your bum. Only one second of clearing the fog from your brain, and you know it’s not his knee. It’s not uncommon for Harry to wake up with morning wood but, typically, the two of you would take care of it without giving it a second thought. Morning sex was one of your favorites and you encouraged that as often as Harry would allow, which was pretty much anytime you asked.

You groan and roll over on to your back. Harry is still asleep beside you, but begins to stir when he feels you move.

Something in your mind finally snaps. You’re looking at the tent that has formed in Harry’s boxers and you simply can’t take it anymore. You roll onto your other side so you’re facing him and reach down to cup his bulge. It takes a few seconds, but Harry’s face scrunches up and he slowly opens his eyes just at the moment when your hand slips inside his boxers and grabs on to his cock.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked, groggily.

“I need you,” you whine, “I know your mum is downstairs, but I can’t take it anymore.”

Harry smirks and lets out a painful sounding chuckle when you swipe your thumb over his tip.

“Eager for me, are yeh? Can’t keep your hands off my cock?”

You scoot in closer to him and start stroking him with expert, practiced flicks of your wrist.

“I’m wet,” you whimper, taking his hand in your free one and bringing it down to your center. It’s easy for him to feel the dampness that has started to leak through your thin panties and you watch as his eyes go dark.

“Shit, you are wet, aren’t you?” he replies, starting a slow rub up and down the crease of your underwear, “Needin’ me that bad?”

“Mmm,” you whine, biting your lip as his thumb hits right where you need him, “Harry, please.”

He’s up and hovering over top of you as soon as the breathy plea leaves your lips. Your hand slips from his boxers and goes up around his back, pulling him down closer to you. Your nails dig into his skin when he sponges kisses on your neck and Harry lets out a hiss at the pleasured pain that comes with your scratching.

“Gonna give you what you need, doll,” he promises, “But you gotta be quiet for me. Can you do that? Don’t wanna have mum or Gem hearin’ how good I’m fuckin’ you, do you?”

You bite your lip and shake your head, furiously. Harry is pushing his boxers down his legs and flinging them across the room before pulling your panties off of you, leaving you clad only in the large shirt that you had stolen from Harry’s closet the night before. Your nipples are poking through the silky fabric and Harry leans down to cover your breast with his mouth, not even caring about the shirt in between you.

The first time you let out a moan, Harry stops what he’s doing and smirks at you.

“S’not very quiet, love. M’not even inside of you yet.”

“Sorry,” you whimper, “I’m sorry. Please keep going, Harry. Please!”

He chuckles at your desperation and lines himself up with your center, pushing in painfully slow so you can feel everything. You know you’re about to cry out so you pull him down even closer to you so you can muffle your cries into his shoulder.

“Bite me,” Harry requests, gritting his teeth as he bottoms out inside of you, “Wanna feel you bite me.”

You do as he asks, mainly out of necessity, as he starts to thrust and hits an incredibly pleasurable spot. Your nails continue to dig into his back and your teeth are sinking into the meaty skin of his shoulder.

“Deeper,” you moan, bringing your legs up around his waist.

You cry out again when Harry thrusts sharply at the new angle and he quickly covers your mouth with his, feeling your body start to clench around him.

“Fuck, that’s it. Feel so bloody good around me. Can’t wait to see all those scratches on my back later.”

He thrusts hard again and you quiver, feeling your legs start to shake around his waist and the knot in your stomach start to unravel.

“Harry…Harry, I’m gonna..oh! Oh shit, I’m -”

One more thrust and he has you at your peak. You bite down hard on to his shoulder once more as you cum, gripping on to him for dear life and trying very hard not to make a sound, even though all you want to do is scream his name.

“Good girl,” he praises, “Gonna make me cum, too, baby.”

Your mind is a bit hazy, but you’re vaguely aware of Harry thrusting, sloppily, a few more times before you feel him pause and release into you. He collapses gently on top of you when he finishes and the two of you lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily in the silence of the room.

When he finally leans up, he’s smiling at you, and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“S’it time for breakfast now?”

You laugh. “I guess we could head down and make something.”

“Not quite what I had in mind, love.” He grins, inching himself down your body. “S’been a while…I kinda wanna eat somethin’ else right now.”

Your breathing picks up again and you quickly grab for the pillow beside you, knowing that you’re going to need something to bite again.

10 Years (The Beginning)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: heartbreak

A/N: This is an AU series that I have been working on for so damn long! Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually posting it. I really hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions or queries about what will happen. Thank you to @dylan-trash-tbh for keeping me sane.

Tagging: @nervousmemzie @darlingimafangirl @apollogirl13

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Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


“I’m not going,” You stated clearly as your fiancé glanced at you over his cup of coffee, you shoved the postcard to the side, looking through the other envelopes that the postman delivered moments ago. Bills. Bills. And more bills. You averted your eyes from Asher’s blue ones, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

“It’s your ten-year High School reunion, y/n. You have to go.” He stated, standing up from the chair and walking to the mirror that hung on the wall opposite the kitchen breakfast counter. He adjusted his tie before sighing, turning to you, his eyes pleading for you to help. You walked up to the sandy haired man, giggling as you fixed his navy tie. “Just think about it, what I’d do to go back to my ten-year reunion and give the people a piece of my mind.” You laughed aloud, shaking your head.

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BTS on their Wedding Day

Seokjin: 

  • He would be running around all day making sure everything is perfect. And the boys would definetly be yelling at him to stop because “It’s YOUR big day. Stop, we’ll do it!”
  • Still he is going to continue bickering and complaining about anything and everything.
  • He would start eating the food even before the ceremony starts and he would definetly be eating more because of stress.
  • He tries to sneak into the brides room to take a glance
  • definetly gets caught by namjoon
  • Being prettier than the bride but saying she is prettier
  • Boys putting the veil on his head and calling him The Bride

Suga/Yoongi: 

  • Definetly playing the piano and making the boys sing.
  • He totally made the song just for you
  • His wedding vow is a rap. You can’t avoid it.
  • Excited as hell but acts calm. Still he can’t help but smile all day.
  • Namjoon probably breaks something and Yoongi roasts him at the end of his wedding vow
  • Whispering sweet things in your ear whenever he passes by you
  • You need to drag him for your first dance but he secretly loves it
  • he probably practiced really hard with Jimin and Hoseok

Namjoon/Rapmon:

  • Drops the ring in the middle of the ceremory
  • Breaks the flower vase while trying to pick it up
  • Let’s be honest everyone saw it coming
  • The most excited one for the wedding night (ayeeeeeeee ;) )
  • He would send you so many naughty texts on his bachelor party
  • He would be giggling all day like a children
  • It is the classiest wedding ever
  • It probably has a Black&White theme and fancy champagne
  • He isn’t worried one bit. He knows you are meant for eachother.

J-hope/Hoseok:

  • Tears. Tears everywhere. (He would also cry on on others’ weddings too, let’s be real.)
  • The boys are trying so hard to make him stop crying but he is just too happy
  • He would dedicate a dance to you
  • You bet he worked hard as hell to make it perfect
  • And it’s cute but holy shit it makes your knees weak
  • Because of happiness he somehow shines brighter if that is even possible at this point
  • You didn’t know it was possible to have so many flowers at a wedding
  • He is totally sending you hearts as soon as you start walking towards his at the ceremony

Jimin:

  • creates a choreograohy for the two of you to dance to.
  • Boys needs to calm him down every second because “Holy shit what if she changes her mind?!”
  • Eventually you had to go in and calm him down
  • and he refuses to see you at first because he doesnt want any bad luck on his marriage with you
  • A conversation through the wall
  • Busan accent because he is excited and he thinks it makes him manlier
  • he is not manly, he be very soft. Happiest soft ever.

Taehyung/V:

  • He cant sit still, someone help this child
  • Maknae line ripping their asses off to calm him down but all it takes for Suga to say “Calm down, Tae.” and give him a plush toy.
  • He hugs the plush because he really can’t wait to see you
  • until he sees a child that is
  • proceeds to hug the child
  • “Tae please let the kid go. The ceremony is starting”
  • His legs starts shaking and he is smiling so much his cheeks hurt
  • Jungkook is singing for your first dance and holy shit it’s cute as fuck

Jungkook:

  • Namjin is PROUD.
  • Everybody is  happy-sad because “NAMJOON OUR SON HAS GROWN UP SO FAST”
  • Definetly dedicating you songs
  • He would be shy but act cocky as hell because “I am manly enough.”
  • He is so proud to see you in the wedding dress
  • he cant take his eyes off of you because you are the prettiest thing he laid eyes on
  • he let’s you know that a lot
  • Please tell him you love him becaus ehe is scared shitless of loosing you
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(Requested by Anon)

One thing you learned in your forced travels to the north was that vampires were territorial.

Extremely territorial.

Not that your creator thought to tell you. He didn’t tell you anything. You were simply plucked off the street and turned into a vampire with absolutely no explanation.

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Mirror

Summary: You and Sam decided you need some reminding of who you belong to after a guy at a bar hits on you. 

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: an asshole guy at a bar, language, mirror!kink, spanking, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, nsfw gif below the cut!!

A/N: yay for fic 1 of smut appreciation day! look out for the dean x reader at 3pm EST and the cas x reader at 6pm EST!

ps this gif is sooooo Sam after a nice, thorough fucking ;-)

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

“I’ll go get us another round,” you smiled, kissing your boyfriend Sam on the cheek before scooting out of the booth and heading over to the bar.

You rested your elbows on the bar top, holding up 3 fingers to the bartender before looking around in boredom as you waited for you, Sam and Dean’s beers.

“Hey.”

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More Than That (Pt. 1)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @viollettes @tatortot2701 @marvelatthepeople @raegan-darling

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series!

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You will never forget the first time you met the Avengers. It was a pretty surreal moment for you. And all because your boyfriend had went to college with the most well known member of the team.

A party invitation had been sent to the apartment the one day and you almost had to do a double-take, noticing the address it said where the invite came from. For a second you almost thought that it was a practical joke from one of Greg’s buddies.

“Hey, hun,” you said to him as you walked into the kitchen. “This isn’t another joke from Billy, is it?” And you tossed the envelope into his lap.

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Kisses Aren’t Free, Are They? [Peter Maximoff Drabbles].

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs

Title: Kisses Aren’t Free, Are They? 
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader.
Words: 1793. ( 5 drabbles )
Rating: T(Some sexual content)


French Kiss.

“I’m telling you the truth,” You laughed quietly, gazing at your silver haired boyfriend with adoration running wild in your eyes. Holding your hands out to express with them, you didn’t get the chance for Peter was fast to grasp them, tangling his fingers between yours. The way he was moving was indolent compared to how quickly he would go more often than not,  “I’m not ticklish.” Emphasizing your words by raising your shoulders, Peter gave you a look of skepticism. Pouting his lips out, as if to say, ‘liar’, he squeezed his hands against yours and the sudden, sharp sound of his chuckle caught your attention.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just, you’re so full of shit,” Peter cackled, throwing his head back and slowly letting his hand leave yours. The warmth of his fingertips was surely missed as you rested yours back into your lap as Peter readjusted himself in front of you, “Everyone is at least a little bit ticklish. Didn’t you know that it’s a defense mechanism?”

He inched his way towards your face, leaning forward on his knees, forehead pushing against yours. His breath was even on your face, and you could smell the sweetness of the last thing he had eat; a twinkie. “So,” Peter puffed, “I have reason to believe that you’re lying to me, why?” His voice came out childish, and whether it was intentional, or not, you weren’t sure. It matched his expression though, for it was as if mutant sitting in front of you was looking at the best sort of treat in the world.

“Maybe ‘cause I have a boyfriend who would use it against me?” you offered up in a small voice, afraid of what he was going to do now that you had admitted that. His expression changed, but only slightly. Peter’s dark eyes narrowed playfully, and before you could even take a breath of air into your lungs, he was pushing you onto your back. Conforming to his mattress, and the pillow that was docked under your hips, you caught a glimpse of his face and prepared for what you knew was coming. Snuggling himself between your legs, he kept his eyes on you.

“Why would I use it against you?” Peter pressed a kiss to your lips, holding himself up on his forearms so he wasn’t crushing you. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, but why would I? Maybe…” He gasped suddenly, “I should because you lied about it.”

“You know I can’t stop you,” Biting down on your bottom lip, Peter sat up on his knees and ran his hands down your sides, scooting up your shirt without a word, or faltering. With heated cheeks, your felt his fingertips barely graze against the skin of your stomach. Not enough to cause you to laugh, but enough to let you know that he was teasing you. “Peterrrrr.” You drawled.

“I’m going to take my time with this knowledge.” He informed you, craning his down and kissing your mouth, “It’s good knowledge.” Dragging his mouth down, he kissed your jawline gently. “So good…” With a rough grip, Peter grasped at your sides and inched his lips back to yours where he was eager to commit. With an open mouth, he set his tongue against your perky mouth, waiting for you to open for him. There was the chance to tease, but that was something you weren’t willing to do, and within moments, your tongue was diving against his. It was meager contact, not too much, but still enough to make you crave more as Peter pulled away a few seconds later, flicking some of his silver hair out of his eyes.

“Mind telling me where you’re ticklish?” He inquired, peppering kisses against your jawline, down your neck, “Or, do I have to find out?”

“Shove it, Maximoff.”

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ch. 4

Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft got7 members

Word Count: 2509

Warnings: SMUT !

note: rip this is super late. the chapter was originally 6000 words long but i cut it down to 2500 and i’m pretty proud of myself for that lmao. editing was a pain but here you go! happy reading everyone and take care! -admin


Everything stopped for a second. It was like pressing pause on a movie and everything just went silent. There was no reaction after seeing Jaebum get shot down. For some odd reason, I felt like crying after hearing the gunshot. My heart dropped and as soon as I saw Jaebum fall to his knees. However, my instinct knew Jaebum wouldn’t be defeated that easily by just an injury. Just like he read my mind, Jaebum opened the door of the car and climbed in while grabbing the side of his waist. Without a word, Jinyoung stepped on the gas petal and began to drive away. 

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Eight)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Riverdale gif by @jugheadgifs

A/N: The song used in this fic is called “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron & Wine if anyone’s curious/wants to listen to it while reading this! Enjoy!

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“So what do you guys want to do next? Facials, manicures, some gossiping about Reggie Mantle’s latest fling?”

“Kevin, no.” Betty groaned. “The last thing I want to hear about is Reggie’s sex life.”

You laughed and turned back to Betty’s little trinkets, checking them out. Girls night was being hosted at Betty’s house and you were having a great time so far. You, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin were listening to music and just chatting mindlessly about things like school and the dance.

“Oh, I love this song!” Veronica exclaimed.

Before you could ask what song it was, it flooded through the speakers.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You froze. It was your and Kevin’s song. The song that was playing when the both of you got together. Your first kiss. Your first dance.

Your mind felt burned out. You were sick of all this research. Why couldn’t you and your brothers and Kevin go on a vacation? One vacation. That’s all you were asking for. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Kevin was on the opposite side of you, trying to translate the tablet. Some upbeat pop music was playing quietly from the radio. All of a sudden, a slow song came on the radio.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You paid no attention to it. Kevin however, looked up at you for a second, then to the radio, then back down to the tablet again. Should he or shouldn’t he? After toying with it for thirty seconds, he took a deep breath and got up and walked to your side.

Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

You looked up from your book at him and Kevin held out his palm. You looked at it for a second before a hint of a smile came on your face and you placed your hand on his. Kevin smirked as you got up.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?

He placed one hand on your hip and kept his other in yours. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and the two of you started to sway, slowly at first. Then the slow song picked up the beat just a bit and Kevin spun you around and smiled.

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue

You giggled as you spun and came back into contact with Kevin. The two of you continued to dance, every once in a while smiling or chuckling at your movements. By the song’s upcoming conclusion, the beat had considerably slowed down and the both of you swayed very slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes.

American mouth
Big pill stuck going down

The song hit the final note and you and Kevin both leaned into each other at the same time, kissing each other softly. You finally broke the kiss and you looked at each other, trying to figure out the other’s reaction. Then at the same time, the two of you broke out into smiles and softly chuckled. You wrapped your arms around Kevin’s neck while Kevin snaked his arms around your waist. You rested your head on Kevin’s shoulder while Kevin rested his head on the side of your head. You both closed your eyes and continued to sway gently to the music that wasn’t even slow now. You were lost in your own world, not wanting this moment to end.

“Y/N?” Betty asked from behind you. “Are you okay?”

You gripped the table so hard your knuckles turned white.

All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys

“Um, can you guys turn that off please?” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice steady and your tears at bay.

Kevin quickly turned the song off and the three of them looked at you. Veronica slowly walked over to you.

“Y/N…” Veronica said, gently putting a hand on your arm. “Are you alright?”

You flinched at the touch and turned around to face the three other teens.

“I gotta go,” you said, quickly wiping a fallen tear away, hoping the teens wouldn’t notice.

They did.

“Um, thank you for having me over, Betty. Bye.” You quickly said before all but running out of the house.

You didn’t notice the photo that fell out of your jacket pocket.

“Wait, Y/N!” Betty called, but you were already downstairs.

The teens heard the front door close and Veronica and Kevin ran to the window, peeking out of it. You ran until you got to the end of the driveway, stopping. You ran a hand through your H/C locks, breathing heavily.

“Who gets PTSD from a song?” Kevin asked.

Veronica glared at him.

“What?” he asked innocently.

They turned back to you. You shoved your hands in your plaid jacket pockets and walked off down the street, beginning your journey to Pop’s.

“Hey guys?” Betty asked.

Kevin and Veronica turned to the blonde who picked up the fallen photograph.

“You need to see this.”

All you wanted was a milkshake to go. You would walk home and then lock yourself up in your room until Monday morning. You could try to convince Sam and Dean that you were sick on Monday to prevent going to school for one more day, but you knew they wouldn’t believe you. As you walked into Pop’s with those things on your mind, they instantly faded away once you saw Jughead sitting in his usual booth typing away on his computer. Seemingly feeling your gaze, Jughead looked up at you and smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back as you made your way over to the raven-haired teen, sitting across from him.

“Hey there, Ms. Winchester.” he said.

“Mr. Jones.” you said back as you stole a couple of Jughead’s fries.

“What brings you to this fine establishment at these hours?” he asked as he looked down at his laptop again. “Weren’t you supposed to have a girls night with Veronica or something?”

You froze, forcing the fries down your throat as you swallowed them.

“I was, but stuff came up. So I left.” you mumbled.

Jughead looked up at you at your change of tone and closed his laptop, giving you his full attention.

“Something happen?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“Not really. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s kinda stupid.” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Not particularly.” you said weakly.

Jughead nodded again.

“Fair enough,” he said as he sat back in his seat. “I know how it feels when someone pressures you into talking about something you’re not ready to talk about. So I’ll back off.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Jughead. I appreciate it.”

Jughead smirked at you again.

“However… For the dance…” he began. “I do need to know where you live. I’d like to pick you up.”

The smile fell off your face.

“D-Do you?” you asked. “I mean… don’t people just meet each other there?”

Jughead chuckled.

“Not if they have dates they don’t.”

The smile came back to your face.

“So this’ll be a date, huh?” you joked.

Jughead blushed and looked down.

“If you want it to be.” he said shyly.

You beamed.

“Of course, Juggie,” you said.

He looked up at you again with that soft smile you loved so much. You took a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll tell you where I live then,” you began. “I’m staying at the—”

“Incoming.” Jughead interrupted, looking at something behind you.

You frowned.

“What?” you asked as you turned around.

Your eyes widened as you saw Veronica walking towards you, something in her hand.

“Ronnie.”

“Y/N,” she began, eyes darting between you and Jughead nervously. “Um, here. It fell out of your pocket when you left Betty’s.”

She handed you the object and Jughead craned his neck to see what it was. You felt your breath leave your body as you realized what it was. It was the photo of Lily from when she was three months old.

“Great,” you croaked. “Thanks.”

You wanted to put the photo away as quickly as you could but you found yourself unable to stop staring at your daughter and her little smile. It had been four months since you had gotten that picture. You wondered how big she was now. What she could be doing. Could she sit up yet? Roll over? Crawl?

“What’s her name?” Veronica asked tentatively.

You looked up at her, ready to deny knowing anything about the baby in the picture but stopped once you saw her face. Veronica Lodge wasn’t dumb. She had put together all the pieces. She knew who Lily was.

“That’s none of your business.” you snapped as you got up, shoving the photo into your pocket.

“Y/N—”

“I said, it’s none of your business, Veronica!” you yelled as you exited your booth.

The diner quieted down and everyone looked at you. You turned around, ready to leave when you felt someone gently grab your arm. You stopped, looking back. Jughead looked up at you worriedly, his hand gently enclosed around your arm. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Y/N…” he said softly.

You couldn’t take it. He had figured it out too. Lily may have had Kevin’s smile and hair color, but she looked exactly like you otherwise.

You quickly pulled your arm from Jughead’s grip, running out of Pop’s as fast as you could. Even with your lungs burning and your legs feeling like they would give out at any second, you continued to run, your chest heaving. After running for God knows how long, you came to a stop, falling to your knees. All the emotions that you had kept bottled up for the last few months hit you at full speed and you finally allowed yourself to cry. As you cried, you weren’t sure if you could stop. Or even if you wanted to.

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A/N: Y’all know how I love my angst. :) Hope you liked it! Please send me feedback! Oh, and for anyone confused with dates, the reader was gone for eleven months in total (seven for the remainder of her pregnancy and four in order to get back in shape), and she’s been back for three. That makes Lily seven months old. Hope this clears up any confusion!

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hello loves! i’ve recently re-posted a list of blurb starters for you guys to send in requests for. i’ll start off this one to get that ball rolling! send them in! hope you enjoy!

“No one told me that you would be here…”


You really should have thought it through. Of course he would be here. It’s his sisters house. Maybe you though that he wouldn’t be home, off galavanting in some random country. Maybe you just wanted to go to Gemmas housewarming so bad that you just told yourself that he wouldn’t be there. 

Maybe a part of you actually wanted to see him. 

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anonymous asked:

JAX-SENPAI HELP!!! I'm snowed in. I cant get to the gym! What can I do for cardio at home since I cant jog, swim or use the stairclimber?

Cardio at home when SNOWed in is pretty simple in 4 ways. 

1) If you have a Jump Rope you can just skip for 20-30 mins or get some HIIT Cardio in 15 minutes with it

2) BURPEES. Heres a fun challenge try doing Burpees for 15 mins. THOSE WILL WEAR YOUR ASS OUT no MATTER HOW TOUGH YOU ARE! 
Heres a quick workout Do 20 Burpees
then after you finish rest 20 seconds
Then do 19 Burpees, rest 20 seconds and keep doing that until you have 1 burpee left. That shit will wear you out and you can always add more

Originally posted by radicalmuscle

3) If you have bad knees you can always shadowbox, pretending you’re fighting someone imaginary its great cardio

4) If you have a bad shoulder and bad knees you can easily just walk in place or use your stairs to do step ups but it has to be for 40 mins - 1hour for an effective LISS workout

BONUS

Some Good ol Fashioned Yoga would also do your body good

Hope that helps

Tommy's Girl (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by tomhollandislife

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Cole Sprouse x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Tom calls Y/N to see what time they would be home while they are still hanging out on set with Cole. But, when Y/N thinks they hung up on Tom, Tom overhears their conversation with Cole.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Another Cole and Tom fic! I loved the last one and I’m glad others did too. This sweet fic was requested by an anon who said, “can you do another tom imagine ft cole? I luv your last one!!! The reader stays back at set with cole when she recieves a call tom. After they finished the call, she thinks she hung up but she doesnt and tom overhears their conversation. And cole asks if she would ever cheat and she tells cole how much she loves tom. She gets home and tom is already asleep so she sneaks into the bed with him accidentally waking him up, he doesnt tell her he heard he just says i love u, and she just gets confused.”


Masterlist Request a Prompt


You sat in Cole’s dressing room, drinking and laughing with him. You loved times like this, where you could relax after work with one of your best friends. You sat close to Cole, his arm around you while he told a story of him and his brother, a story you’d never heard before.

There was a moment of pause in Cole’s story because you two were laughing so hard and the memory. It was then that your phone rang, the loud staccato of your ringtone broke the laughter and you cleared your throat to answer it.

“Hello?” You answered and slapped Cole’s arm in an attempt to quiet him.

“Hey, babe. When are you coming home? I was thinking about making dinner soon.” Tom’s voice echoed through the phone.

You smiled, played with the hem of your shirt as you spoke. “I don’t know. I’ll be home in an hour maybe? Cole and I are just hanging out.”

“Oh okay. Do you mind picking up some onions on your way home? I’m going to go through all of the ones we have. I’m making that spaghetti you love.”

You couldn’t help but gasp at the mention of your favorite meal. “Really? Tom, you like never make that.”

“Well, I was thinking since you’ve been eating take out with Cole and working hard so much lately, you deserved a home cooked meal. But, you need to get the onions, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, taking a look at Cole, who was making faces at you. “Thank you, baby. I’ll see you at home.”

“You’re welcome, love. Bye.”

“Bye.” You repeated and hung up.

Or at least, you thought you hung up as you set your phone down beside you.

“Sorry, Cole. Tom was just wondering when I was getting home. He’s making that spaghetti I love.” You apologized, the smile Tom put on your face did not falter.

“It’s fine, Y/n. How have you guys been?” He asked, placing a hand on his knee.

“Good. Great, actually.” You smiled, a blush crawling up your cheeks.

“That’s nice. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“Would you ever cheat on Tom?”

The question shocked you as you sat frozen for a second, tried to process what Cole had asked and shook your head.

“No. Oh god, no. I would never cheat on Tom. I love him, Cole. He’s the best damn thing to ever happen to me.” You stated in an offended tone. “I should- I should go.”

You stood up and started to get your things and all the while, Tom had heard every word, finally knowing that you loved him before he hung up the phone.

“I’ll see you later.” You muttered and walked out the door, despite Cole’s begs for you to stay.

You walked out to your car, texting Tom and apologizing that you would be home later than what you said due to something coming up. You needed to drive around to take the stress off, just as you used to as a teen.

It was nine o'clock by the time you texted Tom again, an hour after you last one with you saying you would be home soon.

You were still upset by what Cole had asked, but you were not as upset as you were earlier. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort when you walked into the home you shared with Tom.

The house was quiet as you walked into the kitchen, where a plate of spaghetti waited for you.

You assumed Tom had already went to bed as you set your bag down. You smiled to yourself and walked into the bedroom to find Tom asleep, hugging a pillow and snoring softly with the TV still on.

Without a sound, you climbed onto the bed near where he rested and ran your fingers through his hair. You smiled softly as he stirred before he woke up.

“You are one light sleeper.” You laughed lightly. “Thank you for the dinner. I’ll eat it soon.”

Tom yawned with a lopsided smile. “How was your time with Cole?”

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” You sighed.

“Oh, did something happened?” Tom asked, knowing exactly what happened, but asked nevertheless.

“Yes.” You said and took in a deep breath. “But I’ll tell you about it later so you can sleep and I can go eat and then come back and join you.”

You ruffled his hair a little and placed a kiss on his lips before walking to the door, but was stopped when Tom said your name.

“Y/n?” His voice was soft and innocent sounding.

“Yeah, honey?”

“I love you.”

You stood, shocked for a moment at what caused Tom to say those three magical words before you accepted the idea of him loving you too and confessed your own feelings softly.

“I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario with igins reacting to finding himself falling for a person who is not as put together as him like there not as bad as noc or prom but they're really goofy and silly and his total opposite also I really love your work!!!

Ortus

Ignis x Reader
Drabble
SFW

Ignis always figured that he knew himself very well. He knew his likes and dislikes—he knew that he liked organization, culinary arts, rising early with the sun, and a certain air of professionalism. As for his dislikes, they came in droves. Messiness, carelessness, a disregard for authority, and a challenging attitude.

So why was it that he couldn’t get you off his mind?

Not to say that you were a bad person—no, far be it for him to ever give you that label. But he knew that you, in your core, was his exact opposite. You were nowhere near as messy as Noctis or Prompto, but you gave little regard to putting things back in their proper place. Your fighting style left wide pockets for enemies, and you were clumsy. And you were the first to want to break every rule and were quick to spring to confrontation.

You were silly. And you loved being silly.

Ignis couldn’t put his finger on it at first. He’d had many sleepless nights wondering what it was about you that drew him closer, closer than he dared.

The realization hit him one morning as he watched you emerge from the tent, attempting to sing something to wake the others up, though you were hopelessly out of tune.

You were free.

The notion shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did, but Ignis couldn’t help but see what he could have been if his life had taken a different path. He wondered if he would be as carefree as you, if he’d be less uptight, less averse to taking the scenic route rather than the quickest road from one point to another.

He wondered what it would have been like to be a kid.

It was early one morning when Ignis awoke to rustling outside. He was usually the first one up, so the sound of anyone being active before him was startling, to say the least. He slid on his glasses and peered around the tent. He counted in his head.

Noctis, Prompto, Gladio. All accounted for, all still snoring away. He glanced over to where you usually slept next to Prompto by the entrance of the tent. Your bedroll was empty.

Ignis shrugged on his suit jacket and tiptoed out into the morning air. You were in the middle of doing some morning stretches, touching your toes and then raising your hands high in the sky. Ignis zipped up the mouth of the tent and you turned towards the sound.

“Oh!” You waved. “Morning, Iggy.”

“Good morning,” he greeted in reply, adjusting his glasses on his nose. “May I inquire as to what you’re doing so early in the morning?”

“Sun salutations,” you answered casually, turning back towards the sunlight and taking in a deep breath of air. “Sorry if I woke you up. Sunrises are my favourite.”

Ignis shook his head. “Not at all. Though, admittedly, it might be a little too early to start on breakfast.”

You finished your stretches and then turned to face Ignis fully. You placed your hands on your hips and looked at him curiously, and he felt himself starting to waver under the weight of your scrutiny.

“Can I help you?” He couldn’t help but bristle.

You tilted your head, a grin spreading across your face. “Wanna go do some morning acrobatics with me?”

Ignis’ eyebrows flew over the rim of his glasses. “I beg your pardon?”

“Come on,” you tugged on his sleeve. “There’s a really great hill nearby where we can do cartwheels and stuff. I’ve seen you do it in battle before. Come on, it’ll be a nice way to wake ourselves up.”

Ignis hesitated. “But the others—”

“Are still sleeping, and will continue to sleep until one of us wakes them up,” you finished, moving to tug on his sleeve a little harder until Ignis finally took a step forward. “Come on. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“I don’t see how you can guarantee that,” the words came out a little more clipped than Ignis had intended. But he had yet to have his morning cup of Ebony, and he was trying to deny how his heart fluttered at the feeling of your hand closing around his.

You led him to the top of a grassy hill not too far from camp. The sun was hiking further up in the sky, glazing the entire area in gold. The morning dew dampened Ignis’ shoes, and he frowned slightly. He glanced over at you, but you didn’t seem to care. Didn’t seem to notice at all, in fact. You were too focused on the slope of the hill, doing little hops in place in preparation.

“You go first.” It wasn’t a question or a gesture, it was a command. Ignis was taken a little aback, but raised his hands and began to cartwheel gracefully down the hill.

He was almost at the bottom when he heard a shriek of laughter and suddenly a solid body collided with him, and you barrelled down together in a tangle of limbs.

You were all giggles once you’d slowed to a stop. You were halfway on top of Ignis, your leg slid between his thighs with a hand on either side of his head.

“Sorry,” you apologized, panting slightly. “Are you okay?”

“I believe so,” Ignis affirmed. He was blushing. He could tell by the look on your face. You made no indication that you were going to move.

“You know,” you purred, inching a little bit closer. “You’ve got to live a little, Iggy.” You leaned down and pecked him on the cheek before rising up and dusting off your knees and your rear. Ignis remained on the ground, momentarily dumbfounded as you started to walk back towards camp.

“Wait!”

You turned in time to see Ignis striding towards you, a hard, determined look in his eyes. You wondered for a second if you’d pushed him too far, if maybe he was mad that you could have broken his bones with your little stunt. But instead he took your face in his hands and kissed you.

You didn’t pull away like he thought you would have, but instead tugged him closer like you knew this would happen all along. When you both finally came up for air, Ignis was met with your cheek to cheek smile.

“Well,” you said breathlessly, smoothing out the lapels of his jacket. “That’s certainly a start.”

silky embrace of a beast | seoab

genre | brothel au.
summary | a nightly visit to the beast’s cave which involves silk, a sense for novel, and no clothes at all.
warnings | graphic smut, mature content.
word count | 2407.


Your coat was unbearably long, almost kissing the ground, hugging your body like a cloud of smoke, dark grey, in a mocking way as it hogged the limelight. Your erratic fingers were making sure, before you left, that no glimpse could be stolen, that you would come and go like a thief that visited a museum he knew by heart, but to no triumph; the alarm blurred in a warning red, sound screeching, even though seemingly thousands of people conversed.

You were covered, from head to toe, and yet it felt as if he could see right through the thick layer of fabric and right at your black lingerie that decorated your body and which promised only great things to happen. You couldn’t shake off the feeling, your legs trembling as a response to his piercing gaze, and your toes curled in arousal. The way he stared over his customer’s shoulder, completely fading her out, with his eyes only fixated on you as if you were the only thing in the goddamn world, absorbing you, devouring you, needing you.

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Bruised and Battered Chapter 5

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story summary:  Being friends with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It was only mid-afternoon when the town your parents were being held in came into view. It was a welcome relief, but at the same time you weren’t ready. You didn’t want to go back to the way life had been before they had been captured by monsters. You didn’t want to be under their thumb once again. Being beaten and tormented by people who should love you.

“So, I’m thinking we get a room, regroup and figure out our plan.” Dean started saying. “We have no idea what we’re going up against.”

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Purple Jewels (M) | 03

Word Count: 7288
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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No More Lies

Prompt: Would it too much trouble to write where Bruce/Batman is the god-father of the reader because he had a close relationship with the reader’s mom and became a father figure to the reader (since she has never seen her father ever) and when Bruce takes the reader in after her mom’s death, they develop a daughter/father bond? However, during/after an event, it is revealed the reader is actually Bruce’s daughter?

You woke up in a blurry haze, the room around you dirty and dark. A stab of pain ripped through your head and you looked down to find yourself strapped to an archaic looking electric chair.

Get out. I have to get out of here.

A wave of lightheadedness suddenly washed over you, forcing you to close your eyes and rest your head against the back of the wooden chair. You took in slow steady breaths while you waited for the spots to stop dancing across your vision.

Where am I anyway?

Before you could ponder too much about how you wound up here a slow cold cackle filled the room. What blood was left in your veins chilled at the sound. You knew that distinctive laugh from anywhere.

No. Please dear god no.

“The Sleeping Beauty awakens!” He said with frightening enthusiasm. “You know, it’s not very lady like to keep your prince waiting.” He said, his voice lowering dangerously. If there was one flaw you had it was lack of self preservation. A normal person would keep their mouth shut, they would do whatever this monster wanted in the hopes that they might come out of this alive. You though, you were far too strong willed to stay quiet in the face of danger.

“You’re no prince of mine.” You spat. He smiled sickeningly at you and reached his hand out to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Not yet, I’m not.” He said with misplaced fondness, tapping the tip of your nose. Before you could attempt to bite his finger he stood up, grabbed the back of the chair and started dragging you to another room. “My poor Harley has strayed from me but you know what I’m a reasonable man so it’s time for me to move on from her. I need a new Harley. A better Harley. You might just be exactly what I need. Just think about it: me, handsome, devilish, charming, hilarious, suave … you get the picture. And you, the soon to be … transformed daughter of Bruce Wayne. We’ll take Gotham together and the best part it your precious Daddy won’t have enough money in the world to stop us!” He said before breaking down in a fit of laughter. Everything about him made your skin crawl.

“Fuck you. He’s not my father.” You snarled. He chuckled as you entered your final destination. The room was bare apart from a large boiling cauldron of acid centered in the middle of the room. As he dragged you towards the pot, panic started to clench at your chest.

“Don’t tell me he never told you!” He cackled. “Oh this is classic! I wish I filmed this. Oh wait! I did!” He laughed pointing towards the camera that was set up on a tripod in the corner. “Say hi to daddy dearest, sweetums.” He purred lewdly.

“You don’t know shit, you raving lunatic.” You growled.

“I know Daddy Waynebucks is your sperm donor just like I know how pretty you mommy dearest looks after a relaxing acid facial. You really should try it some time.” He replied his tone dark and threatening. Once again he grabbed the back of your chair but instead of dragging you in any direction he pushed your over, holding the chair so that your face was hovering just over the acid. You turned your face away from the fumes but you could still feel the fumes burning at your skin.

“If you live through this you’ll be the most beautiful Harley I’ve ever had.”

“Take your hands off her.” A new dark voice growled. Relief washed over you at the familiar voice.

Batman. My father.

“I’d rethink your choice of words Batsy.” the Joker teased, allowing his grip on the chair to slip, letting you fall until your cheek was just inches away from the toxic liquid.

“Give her to me or so help me I’ll break every bone in your body.” Batman threatened stalking closer to him but with every step he took, the Joker’s grip loosened. The man you had always assumed was just your god father stopped when he realized this. It was a standoff between two intense opposing forces.

“This takes me back Bats. You and me, staring each other down, the poor girl with a face full of acid. You remember little [Y/N]’s mother right? How you were too late to save the poor thing? I wonder if history will repeat itself.” He rambled wistfully. You could see the calculation running through your god father’s, no your father’s, mind. “Come on Batsy. Poor [Y/N] probably won’t last nearly as long as her mother did.”

“No one dies tonight Joker.” Batman growled.

“Tell that to [Y/N].” He retorted. “Whoops! Clumsy me!” He giggled before releasing you. You clenched your eyes shut and let out a terrified scream for the first time in your life. You had always been told that you mother was killed in a terrible fire, that it was all a terrible tragedy. Everything about your life was a lie and now you would die just as your mother had. Even in the last few seconds of your life, the irony wasn’t lost on you.

As soon as the Joker’s hands were off of you Bruce sprang forward and pushed your chair sideways. The impact of the floor was painful but it was a lot less painful than being submerged in a pot of acid would have been.Your father drapped to his knees and undid your binds, taking you into his arms as soon as you were free. In the midst of the chaos the Joker slipped away, his laugh echoing down the halls before disappearing completely.

“You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you.” He reassured. You weren’t sure who he was trying to convince: you or him.

“Everything that he said was it true?” You asked.

“[Y/N], we can talk about this later.” He replied with a softness that wasn’t often present in his voice. His answer was enough to feed into your doubts.

“No.” You said firmly. Your entire life you had believed in the life that had been crafted for you, that your mother had died a tragic but otherwise normal death when you were too young to remember, that your father wasn’t in the picture but your god father Bruce Wayne took you in when you were just a little girl. Now you were worried that everything about your life had been a lie. “Did you know?” You repeated.

“Yes.” He admitted.

“After all these years, why didn’t you say anything? I needed my father.” You cried.

“I’ve always been here for you, [Y/N], even if I couldn’t call myself your father. Everything I’ve ever done, it’s been for your safety. Your mother and I agreed when you were born that you would be safest if you were kept away from me.”

“So what? I was your dirty little secret? Your bastard child that you hide away from the world?” You asked accusingly.

“No, never!” He swore. “We wanted to keep you safe. This was your mother’s wish and I respected it even after she passed. I should have told you sooner.” He admitted. You wiped the tears from your eyes with your sleeve before hugging your father in a bone crushing embrace.

“Please. No more lies.” You pleaded.

“No more lies.”

Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 9

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst, thriller

Warnings: Violence, blood, language, attempted sexual assault

Word Count: 5,471 (halp)

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“The reason they needed another seraph so desperately wasn’t because they simply wanted a new one-”

“-They needed a new seraph because theirs was dying.”



You opened your mouth to answer Kyungsoo’s response, but were cut off as red lights began to flash angrily across the prison hallway.


“Shit,” Kyungsoo muttered under his breath, using his inhuman strength to pry the bolt of the metal door open, “We have to get out of here before they start to seal off the doors.”


The prison cell door snapped open, the metal resounding with a loud crack. Kyungsoo swung the door and ran inside with you following right behind him. You darted to the female seraph’s side as Kyungsoo wasted no time getting to work on breaking the her metal bindings.


You knelt down to be eye-level with her, cupping her face and examining it for signs of life.


She was barely breathing.


Bruises swelled across her pronounced cheekbones and several slices littered the rest of her cracked skin, blood mixing with dirt in several places. You did your best to support the weight of her head to let air enter her lungs better, but there was still no conscious response. Kyungsoo made quick work of the metal cuffs around her wrists, leaving you to catch the dead weight of her body. Despite your own lack of strength, you managed to support her frail body while Kyungsoo began to rip the chains locked around her ankles out of the ground. As a result of the blaring lights, the unpleasant sound of metal against concrete, and the significant shift in movement, the seraph began to stir in your arms.


“K-Kyungsoo- she’s, she’s waking up.” You did your best to keep her body sitting upright in your lap, but the relentless beating your arms and legs had taken over the past few days wore away at your strength.


Kyungsoo’s head snapped in your direction the second he was finished breaking the bolted-down chains from their locks. You flinched at how menacing his expression was, his pupils widening and his irises turning a threatening shade of crimson. In the blink of an eye he was at your side, transferring the weight of the seraph from your lap to his own with surprising tenderness. Kyungsoo brushed a sweaty clump of hair from the seraph’s face, holding her chin delicately between his thumb and index finger.


Her eyelids shifted, and the moment that they began to open, Kyungsoo’s eyes returned to normal and he visibly relaxed.


“Hey, hey, try to stay conscious, stay with me here,” Kyungsoo’s voice was deep and soft, and you looked at the way he held the female seraph with such care in confusion.


“K-Kyungsoo?” Her voice was almost too quiet for you to hear.


What- How did… She know his name?


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It’s Been Awhile

Member: Dino

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,417

A/N: Made it gender neutral instead of the reader being a girlfriend, hope that’s okay. 

You should’ve placed a bet on how quickly Chan would change from shy, sweet boyfriend to embodiment of teenage hormones once the other members left the practice room. If there was one word to describe this boy it was impatient, he was teeth and nails and other things full of sin. Chan was a light switch, ready to flip on the drop of a hat, Chan was a flame with a constant flicker that reminded you even the most vital things in your life weren’t always stable.

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