wow this music sure is cool

GOT7 on ASC (170321)
  • Jackson wasn’t there :(
  • Compilatory video of Flight Log era.
  • “It’s your boy mark”
  • “Kraaaah” - Bambam.
  • “This your boy Jinyoung”.
  • Loud Youngjae.
  • Jackson is still sick and on a break.
  • Jinyoung’s jacket looked like it had blood on it.
  • Mark’s outfit with sexy vampire contacts ♥ 
  • Everyone has their own room except for Yugybam who share room on the biggest room, Mark has the second biggest room.
  • GOT6 making noises imitating Ahgase.
  • Jinyoung making a bird pose.
  • “I was talking about ahgase not a pigeon” - Jimin
  • “Wow my life is not easy” - Jimin 
  • “Easy” - Bambam
  • “Yiap” - Yugyeom
  • Yugyeom freestyle to shopping mall
  • GOT5 Hi5 Jinyoung because he’s always ignored at fanmeets.
  • “Wherever pose” - Mark, while taking group photo
  • Jae looking good tho
  • “Earattack” - Bambam, while punching his ear.
  • “You know, it’s not finding Nemo, it’s finding Jinyoung” “bad joke” - Bambam
  • Never ever x2 ver WOW
  • “Oh my goodness” - Mark
  • Personalized krrrrrah by GOT6
  • Yugyeom struggling to say krrrrah
  • What’s the thing you would never ever do again?
  • “The hair in stop stop it” - Bambam. 
  • “I would never perm my hair again” - Mark
  • “I liked your perm hair” - Jimin
  • “WHAT? You should go watch it again” - Mark
  • Never ever sexy ver by Jaebum and Yugyeom I’m dead
  • “We need shampoo, we don’t have shampoo in our bathroom right now” - Mark
  • GOT6 not recognizing their close ups, but being entirely sure of Yugyeom’s
  • GOT6 showing the same talents they did at KBS Cool FM
  • Mark GIF
  • Mark throwing himself onto the floor 
  • Dancing Never Ever with the music of Hard Carry wow
  • Jaebum singing you were beautiful by Day6 and Jae liking it
  • “That’s def soul” - Bambam
  • “My audition is a secret” - Mark
  • Jinyoung reenhancing his audition
  • “Oh wow, you guys are so cool” - Youngjae
  • Cute Shark family dance by Mark, Jinyoung and Bambam + aggresive Jinyoung + Youngjae singing along
  • “So amazing” - Mark
  • Mark being extra
  • GOT6 taking all the presents
  • Jaebum singing sign
  • The fanarts tho
  • Male ahgases 💚
  • Jaebum likes to eat but we already know that
  • Mark’s head and face is small like Jackson always says
  • Jinyoung can’t handle too many hearts and that’s why he flicks our hearts but he’s just savage
  • “He’s playing hard to get” - Mark
  • Youngjae making noises the entire show
  • Youngjae likes his filter because CoCo looks good
  • Yugyeom likes wearing tight pants for no reason
  • No reason *sarcasm*” - Bambam
  • Nice close up to Yugyeom’s legs
  • Bambam likes trendy things we’re not even surprised tho
  • “Jimim don’t do that ever again” - Bambam
  • Youngjae getting embarrased after rapping
  • “IT’S OVER?” - Mark
  • Bambam kept making noises
  • JJP is done with their children
  • “The cat is dabbing man” - Bambam, selecting the selca photo.
DANCE DANCE DANCE BABY
  • the fakes don’t “dance” (and in the very high school musical, “I-don’t-dance-I-say-as-I-dance” kind of way)
  • Fakehaus is more into dancing in the celebratory way, either in their apartment alone or at a club. They go clubbing about three times per minute tbh
  • but the Fakes don’t club. and they really don’t dance. they drink and sometimes go to fancy parties, but not dance. 
  • geoff is the closest to being truthful when he says he “Doesn’t Dance”. when he and Jack were younger they would sometimes go swing dancing (and they once or twice went to a salsa place) for the heck of it, because they were young dumb teens in a poorish city that couldn’t get into clubs and Jack really desperately wanted to be a 1920′s flapper. but now Geoff just kinda… doesn’t. There’s no need for it. Sometimes he’ll randomly dip Jack in certain situations, but that’s the extent of it. he’s not embaressed of it though– he has a few pictures of young teen Jack in her makeshift 20′s getup, and only one picture of the two of them (it could look very real if it weren’t in color)
  • Jack never grew out of her flapper phase. If she’s home alone the living room is DEDICATED to swing dancing. she loves it and she’s honestly not ashamed. (Ryan bought her an actual antique flapper dress for one christmas and she hasn’t stopped gushing about it since. Geoff is very annoyed he didn’t think of it first)
  • Ryan is very casual about it, but he is definitely a culprit of “I don’t dance, I say, Dancing.” He’s kinda got a whole bunch of genres all up in there– nothing fancy, just the basics, the shit they teach ya in school. swing, salsa, Wedding Dances (cupid shuffle + cotton eyed joe included), some hip hop, even tap dancing. he could never wow the judges, but he’s well versed.
  • Jeremy’s dancing consists of “I can’t dance but WOW I JUST DID A BACKFLIP HOW COOL IS THAT HAHA”. Like, just nervously doing really impressive body manipulation and calling it dance. he can rap, sure, but he has zero rhythm with music, which everyone rails on him constantly for. 
  • Michael is the BIGGEST “I don’t dance, I say, while dancing” TO EVER DANCE. It is his TO THE GRAVE secret that he is EXCEPTIONALLY good at dancing. he loves hip hop dancing but his actual area of specialty (that he pushes down and ignores so highly) is contemporary/lyrical. that is a part of him he deeply ignores.
  • Gavin may or may not be the same. he claims that his parents made him take ballet classes when he was young– part of being in a prestigious family, part of having a very lanky body. there are two theories within the fakes: that he quit because he has no coordination, and has not danced in a large number of years, Or he actually still dances and takes classes and is EXCEPTIONALLY good at ballet. no one can figure out the truth, despite how many times he claims he quit.

bonus:

  • you know that white dad at the barbecue? who alternates between smiling/laughing awkwardly & commenting about the music awkwardly and doing the white dad dances because he straight up cannot dance? that’s Ray. unironically.   
Teru Headcanons (Pt. 1)

i finally finished another headcanon post!! yay me! i actually finished this about a week ago but tumblr deleted them all and i cried for like 10 minutes it was upsetting :’( but anyways! i got them done again! yaaay

Mob // Ritsu //

  • the wig was on purpose
    • he knew it was a disaster he just had to be sure no one remembered him falling from the sky naked and bald
    • like? i would do that too tbqh
  • he actually has terrible fashion sense though
    • he just? likes being colorful? the more color and patterns the better in his mind
    • plus that just means its easier to see him
    • im almost 100% sure he owns 8 pairs of floral sneakers that are all apparently completely different
    • everyones sure theyre all almost identical if not the same shoes
  • love at first fight
    • like…. it wasnt immediate but by the time he got home he was like ‘wow that timid guy kageyamas pretty cute and hes really nice hahaahahahaa fuck im gay?’
  • theatre gay teru is real and i will not stand for anything that suggests otherwise
    • hes actually really cool to the drama club after the fight?? like he becomes the person that Always gets the lead but u know they deserve it and ur always happy to find out that they did
    • he doesnt get the lead in musicals but he does get like the lead supporting role and hes always just as excited to be in them
    • on opening night when everyones Nervous hes like ‘squeeze my hands as hard as you can’
      • it is a good pressure stim…
      • and it makes the person feel a little bit better!! win-win
  • his apartment is really lonely so he likes to surround himself in very heavy blankets and some tea so it aint as bad
  • in fact he never cleans it so it looks lived in
    • when it is clean it feels even less like home
  • once he befriends the Esper Squad he invites them over a lot
    • mob is usually the only one that says yes rip
    • but they have a fun time
    • even tho terus internal process the Entire Time is literally ‘fuckfuckfuck im so gay???/?/??????/??????? shit’
    • especially when mob does the Sof Smile……… he fucking dies
  • the first time mob comes over after they start Kind Of Dating™ terus literally screaming internally at all times
    • when mob kisses him for the first time Very Sof he almost cries bc its so pure and hes so gay
    • hes also bright fucking red
    • mob finds it really cute
  • the first time he visits Spirits And Such hes really nervous
    • hes heard from mob that reigens really awesome so he knows that mob values reigens opinion and hes Very Afraid reigens gonna hate him
  • it takes all of 5 seconds for reigen to decide hes now responsible for another kid
    • teru also thinks of reigen as his unofficial father
    • the first time reigen does a Dad Thing like ‘im so proud of you’ or hugs him teru hecking cries
      • reigen thinks hes fucked up but then he sees terus smile and hes just ‘oh. heh.’
  • tome is his best friend and they meme all day
    • the group chat
      • teru: *string of emojis that have no rhyme or reason*
      • ritsu: what
      • ritsu: the fuck
      • shous phone is constantly dead so he never responds ever
      • mob: …. yes?
        • poor baby he just wants to be Included in the joke
      • tome: ME AF @ TERU
    • tome is constantly sending him the randomest fucking shit
      • tome: hear me out
      • tome: mothmans gay and really likes caramel macchiatos
      • teru: tru??????
    • they are a pair of gays and its good™

thats all i got for now………………. but uh. yeah :D

fatfemmearoorc  asked:

honestly ??? wow haha greenday made a statement against trump lmao okay sure cool but when will they stop using the r word in their music and also when will ppl stop excusing it so i can feel safe in punk spaces lol

High School Band AU: Chapter Two

There you go, fellas! Time to meet the band buddies! I’li be back with some scenarios a little later! See ya ;)


Okay, if anybody ever asked you how you would imagine spending your Saturday afternoon, the last thing you could ever think would be having a sack over your head on this very hot room. Where are you? In a basement?

“Fellow members, we are assembled here today to confer the honor of initiation upon MC. May her voice guide us through a victory without precedents in Daykey High School’s history. May her talent and charisma lead us to a journey of paying gigs, whether in money or in coupons from the donut store.”

“Or in tepid beer.”

“Thank you, fellow member Zen. Let your wishes be granted as well. Now, may the chosen one step forward.”

Oh… is he… is he talking about you? You step on what you think it’s forward.

“Oh, chosen one, let your voice be heard!”

“I… don’t really know what you want me to say.” Your voice is muffled.

“Saeyoung, I think we got it. Just take this out of her face before she asphyxiates.” The only female voice besides yours speaks.

“But… she didn’t even drink the blood!” Saeyoung whines.

Now you know this initiation ritual apparently was Saeyoung’s idea, you’re worried about having to drink actual blood. Who knows? That guy felt a little crazy, finding you behind the curtains like a sniffer dog looking for drugs, and talking about biting you… yeah, you know it was a joke, but… who knows? The guy is weird…

“B-blood?” you take the sack out of your head.

“No! You can’t take it off before Jumin makes your welcoming official.” Saeyoung whines dramatically.

“She’s welcome, just get rid of the sack.”

“Ah, you’re no fun! Here, just drink the blood. Don’t worry, it’s wine. Actually, don’t worry, it’s grape juice. Yoosung couldn’t buy the wine.”

“I told you to send Zen.”

“Yeah, yeah, lesson learned… so hey! Welcome, MC! Are you excited to be joining us?”

“I was excited when you texted me, then you put this sack over my head and basically kidnapped me, and I’m not excited anymore.” You hear some chuckles from Zen and… Jumin? The intimidating brunette just laughed of your little joke?

“Too bad, you should be excited about joining the jewel in the crown of Daykey High School! The amazing band Mystic Messenger!” yeah, you didn’t get used to the name yet…

“It’s pretty cool, indeed. I hope you can forgive Saeyoung’s methods and enjoy where you find yourself right now, MC.” Zen says, it’s the first time he sounds serious and not like trying to desperately say something flirty… it’s pretty comforting.

“Thank you… I… honestly thought you would never want to see my face after the way I behaved. It was childish…”

“Don’t forget foolish.” Jumin adds.

“And kinda of overdramatic.” That coming from the guy who was talking about drinking blood for a initiation ritual a minute ago?

“Yes… it was a bitchy behavior. And I apologize to you all, but mainly to you, Jumin and…” you look around trying to find the other twin, but he isn’t here.

“I’ll forgive you when we win the festival.” Jumin says bluntly. Uhm… he is still pretty mad, isn’t he? So why did he even agree on you joining the band?

“The festival?” you ask curiously.

“Yes, the winter festival for high school bands! It’s so cool!” What’s the blonde’s name again? It was a pretty name… Y-Yoosung, right? Yoosung seems to be the type who gets super excited easily, usually people like this annoy you, but he also seems so sweet, totally the boy next door, and definitely not annoying at all.

“We participated last year and placed second, but things were a little different, we had a different vocalist and a different bass player.” Jaehee explains. Oh yes… V was the bass player and created the band. Which one here plays the bass now? If you had to guess… Jumin?

“And you’re counting on me to win this year?”

“Basically, yes.”

Wow, it hits you like a rock. This group of people is really betting on you to get for them something they let slip away before… they… trust you. And they don’t even know you that well… when was the last time somebody hand you something so important and meaningful? No, actually, did this ever happen before?

“But no need to feel pressured, sweetheart. We still have time to rehearse and get you ready. If you ever feel burdened, come to me, okay?” hum, the Zen’s flirty tone is back again… or maybe he’s just like this and doesn’t even notice some people can really take him seriously… are you taking him seriously?

“Yes, if she’s burdened, the first thing she would need is your constant urge to make a move on freshman girls.” A-ha! Jumin is thinking the same as you, he just puts it on a more intellectual way. By the way… why does he talk so formal? It’s funny…

“Ahem. Anyway, MC, just know we’re not waiting for you to just get up on that stage and slay, you’re talented, but you also need practice, we all do. And we will practice and walk through this together. “ Ah… Jaehee, you thought she was one of those really mean ice lady like girls, but… she’s super nice. What instrument does she play?

“Well, I’m not worried.” Yes, you are. “Progress, not perfection.”

“This sounds like an AA mantra…” Saeyoung teases you.

“Well, Saeyoung, the first step is admitting you have a problem, yours is making nonsense jokes about alcoholism.” He widens his eyes, uh oh… is a comeback coming? Wait for it…

“Yes, you’re right. Alcoholism isn’t funny.” He scratches the back of his head, visibly considering what you said. Uhm… maybe he isn’t as impossible as you thought.

“Alright then. She’s officially in…”

“She’s not, she didn’t drink the blood.” Saeyoung says, going back to what you know him for.

“I don’t give a damn about the blood. Anyways, welcome, MC. We’re glad to have you here, well, not exactly here in Yoosung’s basement, but we’re happy to have a new and promising vocalist.” Jumin says and smiles softly. Oh… he knows how to smile! Would you look at that!

“Thank you. I’ll do my best, I mean it.” Yes, you do.

“Oh, no sarcasm this time? That’s a good start… progress, not perfection, right?” what’s with Jumin and his sudden change to a nice guy? “Okay, late introductions, I’m Jumin Han, the current bass player.” You knew it!

“You already know me, right?” Yes, Zen… we all do… “I’m Hyun, call me Zen, I play the electric guitar, but I can also sing. I hope I get to do all the duets I couldn’t do with you in the musical theater club.” Don’t blush! Don’t blush! Don’t blush! Shit, you’re blushing.

“Yoosung, keyboards.” It suits him… so that means he also plays piano? How cute… you woul like to watch him playing piano one day…

“Saeyoung, your DJ, costume designer, make-up artist, lighting guy and roadie at your service, my lady.” Wow, he surely does a lot! Wait… costume designer? Shit! Your mind doesn’t even want to go to the places where you could think what kind of outfit this guys is thinking for you… lord protect you.

“You’re pretty versatile, that’s cool.” But he’s nice, and he seemed uncomfortable about that alcoholism thing, enough fighting with these people… so you compliment him, giving your most genuine smile, and now he’s the one to blush… cute.

“Yes, the only thing he doesn’t do is actually play an instrument.” Oh, this voice… Saeran comes down the basement’s stairs. He decided to join you, after all. Was he waiting for a good cue to make an entrance? You giggle with this possibility.

“Well, you know what they say, bro, one brother has the musical talent, the other one has the looks, and the brains, and the mojo with the ladies.” Saeyoung grabs your hand and plants a kiss on it. Okay… you weren’t expecting that, that felt more like a Zen’s move.

Saeran scoffs. “Then you’re wasting your mojo, she’s not a lady.” He glares at you and grins. Jerk!

“And you probably don’t have the musical talent.” You answer. Yeah, remember that thing about stop fighting with these people? Forget it, this guy really gets to your nerves!

“Wanna bet? I’ll make you a fan for my drum solos before you even notice.” Okay, so he’s the drummer.

“I’ll be too busy in the spotlight, but it will be fun to watch you try.” He scoffs and grins, did you two just set a challenge?

“Ohohoho, so much tension!This is starting to feel like a real band! I can’t wait for our E! documentary.” You laugh at Saeyoung’s joke. It’s good that he’s trying to light the mood between his brother and you.

“Wait, what about you, Jaehee?” you remember her, she’s been so quiet…

“I… I don’t play anything. I’m the manager.” Oh… interesting, and kinda disappointing, you were rooting for her to be the drummer… she looks so cool and easy-going, so it made sense in your head. But the drummer is the little prick called Saeran… ugh. “So I hope I get to manage you in the best way possible, MC.”

“Thank you. I look forward for it too.” Again, you try to be genuine and not sarcastic, she doesn’t deserve it.

“So everybody is formally introduced. Can we please get out of the basement now?” Jaehee asks, and they all oblige. Forget Jumin, she’s the real leader, she probably didn’t realize that yet…

You get out of Yooung’s basement, he wanted you all to say for dinner, but everybody has to go. Well, you would really like to stay, the food smells good, what are you having for dinner? Maybe your father bought some takeout? Yes, probably… like he does on every Saturdays.

You’re saying goodbye to Yoosung and the twins (just to Saeyoung, you’re basically ignoring Saeran’s presence)

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you home?” Saeyoung asks.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, but text me when you get home, okay? It’s dangerous for a girl to be walking around by herself…” he sounds adorably serious.

“I’m sure a thug would be more in trouble if he met her on a dark alley.” Saeran says, without looking at you.

“I see you’re still not getting laid, Saeran. I hope you find some comfort on a dark alley one day.”

No comeback? Okay. The twins aren’t really inspired today, apparently.

“Anyway. Bye guys!” you turn your back on them and start walking. You know this neighborhood, your uncle’s girlfriend lives a few streets near. You can take a bus in the end of the street, or maybe you can just walk. It’s a peaceful neighborhood.

That’s what you were thinking before this guy in a motorcycle made a u turn and stopped in front of you. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was looking at you… SHIT!

Think, can you run? Can you scream for help? Where is your phone? Maybe you can discreetly dial the police number? They wouldn’t get here in time… screaming seems stupid, so… run?

You back away, run! Why aren’t you running, stupid? Is this what being paralyzed in fear looks like? Shit! Your legs feel weak…

“Hop on. We’re going for a ride!” that’s what he probably says as his voice is muffled due to the helmet, also, it sounds creepy enough to his image right now.

“I- I have pepper spray!” Here… somewhere… ugh! You hate to admit your father was right about letting the pepper spray accessible at any situation.

“Pepper spray? Oh, wait… MC, don’t…”

“How do you know my name?” a stalker? How did you even get one?

“MC! It’s me!” he takes his helmet off. Oh… it’s just Zen. And he looks… pretty sexy. Hold on! Weren’t you shitting yourself in fear a minute ago?

“Shit, Zen! You scared the shit out of me!” Stop saying shit!

“Sorry, MC. I didn’t mean to. Come on… I’ll give you a ride to your house.”

“Do you know where I live?” okay, so maybe you do have a stalker.

“Uhm… no? I was hoping you would tell me?” Of course, stupid! Now he thinks you’re a paranoid little crazyhead.

“I… do you have a license?”

“You don’t have to be scared, I’ll go slow if you want to.” He didn’t answer the question… but hey, you got lucky once, will you really risk yourself walking alone again?

“Fine.” You go to him, and he hands you a pink helmet. You’re definitely not the first girl taking a ride, huh? “But you don’t really need to be slow, I… I’m not scared.”

He smiles widely. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Again, this was not what you expected for your Saturday afternoon, it ended up a little better than you could ever imagine.


Chapter One | Chapter Three 

bubble and squeak

Summary: Taehyung and Jimin, with your help, take Jungkook’s bubble tea virginity (college!au)

Author’s notes: literally spawned because I’ve been craving bubble for what feels like years. Good lord, bts_save_me.mp3


“Ridiculous,” Taehyung mutters, waving his hands around wildly as he speaks. “We’ve known you how long? How have you never had bubble tea before?”

Jungkook shrugs, nonchalant.

“I like coffee,” he says.

“Ugh. Gross,” Jimin says, scrunching up his nose. “Don’t worry. You’ll change your mind soon enough. We’ll convert you into a bubble tea lover by the end of today.”

“Doubt it. I need coffee to function, hyung. I wouldn’t have made it through last semester without it. But I’ll humour you both.”

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anonymous asked:

I know that you've posted an ask about inspiration for characters but I saw that you didn't add Luca to that. May I ask what inspiration did you get for to create him?

Ah jeez…..I created him like 6-8 years ago so I honestly don’t remember much about what inspired him.It was around middle school and back then I was really into writing and I know that Luca was the main antagonist of some dumb story I had. He was….not a cool dude at first but eventually came around. I do know that he has always been a nightmare demon though! That was “inspired” by hours of reading about different mythical creatures from different cultures. 

I wish I could find the actual creature that inspired this kid. I remember reading about a nightmare demon that would breathe into a sleeping person’s mouth/nose and their breath would cause the nightmares. That was the route I took for Luca since most folklore I’ve read said nightmare demons sit on a person’s chest and the pressure would cause nightmares and I ain’t about that.  

I know he was also inspired by music, as most my ocs are, but I don’t remember the exacts songs. I’m p sure they were uh…”edgy” tho. Like wow super cool and dark for my super original demon oc do not steal. 

Design-wise I can’t think of anything that inspired me. he’s been through A LOT of design changes so his current design is something that built over time. He was once super pale and had red horns and a tail and thin eyebrows the fuck?! His name also used to be “Zenythe” but we don’t talk about that. (¬、¬)

ANYWAYS Luca is my main OC and I was SO HAPPY receiving this message. Specifically asking for him?? You’re a saint! Thank you!!!

Falling in love with your rhythm

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Your fingertips brushed the tops of the albums. You were visiting your grandparents in Korea, and this store was the only place you could find the albums you like from America. It was hard to find American hiphop and rap in stores that mostly sold K-pop albums. It took you weeks, but you finally found a place you loved.

You picked up your huge stack of albums and turned around to go buy them when your body collided with someone else. The CD’s went crashing to the floor, scattering everywhere. You saw his tangle of bright red hair as he picked up all the things you had dropped.

“This is really good music. These are some of my favorites too,” he said with a tiny smile as he handed them back to you. “I’m Yoongi; sorry for running into you like that. I guess we couldn’t hear each other.”

You playfully scowled at him.

“I guess its fine,” you replied. You looked at the man standing in front of you; he was wearing a huge black scarf with a leather jacket and ripped jeans. “What kind of music do you like?” you asked, trying to get a feel for who this person was.

“Well, I really like rap and hip hop. I actually am in a hip hop group as one of the lead rappers. Have you ever heard of the Bangtan Boys?” he asked.

“No, I haven’t. Are you popular?” you answered. You’d heard the name before, but you didn’t really have any knowledge of their music.

“I think we are; we have fans over seas and I think we’re still getting more. But I could be wrong,” he laughed.

Intrigued, you asked, “Is any of your music in this store?”

“I think so… Hold on,” he said as he ran over to another section of the store. He returned with three CD’s. “These are all ours. I even produced some of the songs on them,” he smiled proudly. You couldn’t help but admire him; he looked passionate about his work.

“I think I’ll buy them,” you decided as you slowly took them from his hands.

“Wow! Cool. Well, I actually have to go, but will you tell me what you think of the music?” he asked as he struggled to get his phone out of his pocket. “Can I get your number?” he continued, his face turning a light shade of pink.

“Sure,” you replied as you walked with him to the counter. You set all of your CD’s down so you could enter your number in his phone. “My name is ______, by the way. It was really nice meeting you, Yoongi,” you told him sincerely. You realized you didn’t really want him to leave. You were really enjoying this conversation.

“Bye; it was nice meeting you too,” he called as he walked out of the door. When he was gone, you realized you never got his number. You silently prayed that he would actually text you.

I’ll post more chapters if people want me to, but I might not if i don’t get any requests for it. 

Thanks for reading. 

~Admin Sugar 

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anonymous asked:

Could I have a newsie name please? I'm irish (I also speak irish fluently), I'm 5'2 and I have brown hair and green eyes. I'm obsessed with newsies (my faves are Davey and Race), and musical theatre in general. I also love history and playing the ukulele. Thats'a pretty much it! I hope this is enough information! Thank you 😊

[Davey] Hey there! Wow, Irish sounds cool, maybe you could teach me a little sometime?

[Race] Dave - ain’t ‘ya gonna pick a name for ‘em?

[Davey] Oh, for sure! Maybe Uke, since you play the ukulele? How does that sound?

Welcome to the Underworld

“See, Marco, I told you this would be fun!” A bubbly blonde clenched onto her friend’s arm, bouncing in time to the music.

“Yeah… fun.” Her Latin-American companion was less enthused, but she didn’t notice. Her attention was solely focused on another guy.

Sure, Marco could’ve refused to come; it’s not like it would’ve stopped her anyway. But even if Oskar’s band wasn’t exactly his taste, he was due for a night out. The past two weeks had been devoted to finals, and he needed a breather now that the tests were over.

“Hey, Star, I’m gonna go get a drink.” He waited for her nod before leaving, glancing back to make sure she didn’t disappear. It’s not that she couldn’t take care of herself- she was certainly more than capable- but still. It was a club. She’s a woman. Things can happen.

“Looks like someone needs to loosen up.” Marco glanced up, already at the bar. The man behind the counter leaned forward, resting his elbows on the surface. “And I’ve got a few options that can fix that right up.” The man winked, and the Latino was grateful that the room was so dark. Colorful lights were dancing around the room, just enough to illuminate the place. Also enough to give Marco a good look at the bartender. And what a good look it was.

The man had to have only been a few years older, with pink hair spiked back to a point. His eyes donned some great eyeliner art, coming down below his eyes. Both of his ears had piercings in them, and a pair of horns sat atop his head, presumably as part of his uniform. He had a nicely lean figure and, if the form-hugging shirt was telling the truth, he obviously worked out some. Said shirt was black, with three red eyes on the front, flames for pupils. Marco desperately searched for a name tag, but to no avail.

“Um… uh…” Marco stuttered around, realizing that he took too much time checking out the guy. What’s worse, the other knew it, judging by the smirk.

“I know I’m a piece of work, kid, but you should really take a seat. Don’t wanna get ran over by someone not paying attention, now do you?” The man straightened up, chuckling as he did so. Not even the dark could hide Marco’s blush, and he wanted to go back to his best friend and beg her to take them back home for the night. Instead, he found himself doing as the man suggested, weakly letting out an “I’m not a kid” as he settled into a stool. The other outright laughed at that, turning around to grab at some bottles.

“Alright, kid, get defensive. And hey-” he glanced over his shoulder at Marco-” Welcome to the Underworld.” He turned back to the liquids, leaving the Latino a great view of his, uh, assets. Listen, Marco, now’s not the time to be be acting super gay. It hasn’t even been a month since you split with Jackie, and while it’s not bad to look at other people, let’s refrain from those who are- oh my god he is l o o k i n g a t m e-

“Um, sorry, I kinda spaced out. What did you say?” The man gave a toothy grin.

“I didn’t say anything, yet.” He slid a cup towards Marco, the admittedly charming grin never leaving his face. “Here you go. Oh, and by the way, your face gets really animated when you space out.”

“Huh? I-wha?” The younger looked down at the drink in front of him. “What’s this? I haven’t ordered anything yet.” He tried to ignore the whole ‘animated face’ comment, internally cringing at how stupid he must’ve looked.

The bartender waved the comment off. “This one’s on the house. It’s our special, the Flaming Rose.” Marco nodded, but eyed it wearily.

“What’s in it?”

“Nothing that will kill you,” came the quick reply, with a smirk to follow. How reassuring.

“You haven’t even checked my ID. How do you know I’m of age? I mean, you keep calling me a kid and everything.”

“They would’ve stamped you at the door.”

“What if I snuck in?”

“Oh, but you’re too good for that, aren’t you?” The other raised his eyebrows, his smirk only deepening. They locked into a staring contest of sorts, neither backing down from their statements. Finally, Marco gave a sigh, grabbing the glass.

“Yeah, you got me. I didn’t sneak in.” He took a sip, the beverage leaving a pleasant burn as it passed through, waking up his tastebuds. The man on the other side of the bar let out a laugh, turning to help a customer. He was still chuckling quietly when he returned. “You know, kid, I like you.”

“My name’s not ‘kid’. It’s Marco.” He blushed lightly from how defensive he was sounding. The other didn’t seem to take notice.

“Marco, eh?” He held out a hand, and the younger took it hesitantly. “I’m Tom.” Finally, a name!

“Well, Tom, thanks for the drink. It’s better than what I expected.”

“And what exactly did you expect?” The pink-haired man looked curious, and Marco had to think a moment, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

“Well, when my friend approached me begging me to go with her to see her crush perform, I expected more of a frat-party type place.” He shrugged.

“Why would you think that?” Marco shrugged again.

“I dunno. I guess… it’s probably because they’re loud, and they’re just starting, out, and I didn’t think they fit this sort of scene.” The Latino gestured to the activity around them.

“Ah.” Tom smiled. “Well, the man in charge likes to support local groups, especially the starters. It’s a good way for them to gain exposure.” Marco mulled over this, respect for the club rising.

“That’s actually really nice of him. I’m impressed.” Tom grabbed a damp rag and started wiping off the counter.

“Thanks. I do the best I can.”

The best I- “You’re the owner?” Marco almost spit out the drink he was sipping at, choking slightly. The bartender- and owner?- stopped what he was doing and smiled, handing the other a napkin.

“Something really shocking about that?” He raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. Marco regained his composure.

“Yes? No? Possibly?” He gestured towards the other. “Why are you bartending if you’re the owner?” Said owner went back to wiping off the counter, making sure to get Marco’s mess.

“I mean, it’s cheaper to fill in sometimes, you know? But other than that,” he smiled to himself, “this job is fun. Being around this atmosphere, making drinks, getting to hear cool music. Plus,” he threw Marco a wink, “I get to check out hotties all the time.”

Marco tugged at his jacket, wanting to take it off because speaking of hot, and wow was the bartender really flirting with him w h a t-

“You don’t say,” he squeaked out, mentally kicking himself for sounding stupid. “I mean, yeah, that’s probably a plus. I mean, if I could mix drinks I’d probably be a bartender too. For the music. And dancing, of course. And-” oh my god I’m rambling and I sound stupid and please just let the earth split open and swallow m-

“Marco! There you are, silly! I was starting to think you were in trouble or something. It’s been, like, half an hour!” The Latino had never been so happy to see his best friend.

“Sorry, Star. Guess I got caught up talking. So, what’s up?” He focused his entire attention on her, too embarrassed to look at Tom.

“Oh, Oskar finished his set and I’m tired from all that dancing and… why are you so red?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marco shot out quickly, turning even redder as he heard the owner laughing under his breath. “Anyway, you said you were tired?” He gave the girl a look, mentally begging her to drop it. She looked back and forth between the two, looking confused.

“Um… yeah…?” She raised an eyebrow but, thankfully, didn’t press on. Marco almost sighed in relief.

“Okay then. This has been fun, but we should totally head out for the night!” He moved to get up, but stopped once he heard Tom clear his throat. Against his better judgement, he turned around.

The man before him held up a business card, the increasingly familiar smirk donning his features. “This is for you. I really hope to see you back sometime.” Marco gave a nod, taking the card and attempting to flash the other a confident smile.

“Yeah, who knows? this place isn’t so bad.” Marco got up, turning to leave.

“Oh, and one more thing.” The younger turned back, and his friend stopped beside him. “I put my cell number on the back, in case you wanted to… learn how to mix drinks.” He winked yet again, and it took Marco all he had to stammer out a response.

“Hey- yeah- who knows maybe I will- that’d be a useful thing to learn- sounds great- well, look at the time- I’m beat- have a nice night- bye.” He waved meekly and fled, an amused Star trailing along behind him.

“Oooh, Marco, you like him,” she practically sang, and the blushing male couldn’t get out of the building fast enough.

“Shut it, Star. We just talked and besides, he’s totally out of my league.” He nodded curtly at the doorman as they walked out.

“Well, that’s not what he thinks.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“The card.”

“What?” He stopped, flipping it over.

Call me if you’re ever actually interested in becoming a bartender. Or for anything else, really. ~<3 Tom

He read and re-read those words, unable to keep a smile off his face.

Star urged him forward, taking out the keys to unlock the car. “So you’re totally gonna call him, right?” She got in, and he slid into the passenger seat, putting the card into his pocket.

“Who knows? Maybe.”

Definitely.

Like A Charm

Pairing: Suga X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,520

Request: can i request a suga scenario where you keep waking up during the night, and because he’s working the whole time he helps you fall asleep again every time? thank you honey x) -anonymous


Your eyes adjusted to your surroundings as soon as they opened, and you let out a groan, touching and feeling the mattress under you. Your body was exhausted, but for some reason, you had a hard time sleeping tonight. You turned to your side to see that it was two in the morning before sitting up all the way, looking over at your husband who was still at his desk since ten.

Yoongi replayed the melody again. This time, he sung the lyrics in his head. The inspiration hit him weeks ago, and he was still trying to get it perfect. The beat had a slow tempo, but the lyrics were like a poem. He loved it so far. If only he was able to finish the lyrics for the bridge and last verse, he would be done. He wanted to get the idea down before it was gone the next day.

The moment he felt arms on his shoulders, massaging them, he could not help but close his eyes and let out a sigh. His shoulders were stiff, but the movements were fixing them right away. It felt nice. He pulled out his earphones and paused his song file from his computer. Then he opened his eyes again to look up at you. “You’re awake,” he said, a small smile on his face. He accepted your sweet kiss when you leaned down and then asked, “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded your head and lowered yourself to his eye level, placing your arms over the arm rest of his swiveling chair. “Maybe it’s because you’re not sleeping next to me,” you said as traced over his features with your eyes. His own eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles under them were much more visible. Yoongi placed a hand on top of yours, running his thumb over your skin, and then he let out a yawn. You placed your other hand on top of his so that his hand was in between both of yours. “You should sleep, Yoongi.”

“I will. I promise.”

“When? Half an hour before you head to work at seven?” you chided. Yoongi really never complained about not getting enough sleep, but when it came to his work, it had the power to keep him up and take away his sleep hours.

“Soon,” Yoongi answered. He slowly pulled his hand out of yours and stood up from his chair. “You look tired, honey. Should I make you some herbal tea to help you sleep better?”

“If you don’t mind, I would really appreciate that.” You smiled and watched him as he left the room and moved to the kitchen. As you waited, you took a look at his computer. He was working on another song, and it looked like it was just over two minutes long so far. Most of the content of Yoongi’s computer were songs or photos that he took with his camera when he went on oversea trips. Sometimes, you were able to watch him work on some of the songs, and you had to admit, it was one out of many times that he looked so charming.

Your husband soon came back with two mugs in his hand. You sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him. “Chamomile,” he said as he handed you the mug. The warmth from the mug transferred to your body. You held the mug up to your lips and blew the steam away before taking a sip. Already, the taste was soothing your stomach. Yoongi sat back down on his chair, but instead of turning back to his computer, he was sitting and facing you, taking a sip from his own mug. “How is it?” he asked.

“It’s tea. Of course, it’s good.” You took another sip before placing it back down on your lap and looking at you husband. “Ah, Yoongi. I was going to tell you earlier, but you weren’t home. My older sister asked if we can take care of her dogs this weekend. That’s fine, right?”

“Dogs?” Yoongi raised his brow. “I thought she only had one.”

“No, there’s Tofu, Lily and Choco,” you said happily. “A male and female Australian Shepherd, and then there’s a cute Pug. They’re really cute, and my sister said they won’t cause that much trouble.”

“I’ll probably be at the company most of the time. Are you sure you can take care of them by yourself?” he asked you though he could not help but chuckle at how excited you were.

“Almost all of your friends have dogs, and the girls say that they would love to come over and help me watch them.”

It was only you and Yoongi in the house most of the time, and though you of course loved his company, you were looking forward to some more liveliness in the house. You did not realize that you were growing tired again when you let out a yawn. Yoongi took the half-empty mug from your hands. “Of course we can take care of them for sister-in-law while she’s gone. It’s late now, (Y/N). Try and go back to sleep.”

“Wow, that tea is helping,” you said drowsily as you crawled back into your spot on the bed. You felt your body relax as soon as your head touched the soft pillow. You pulled the covers over yourself and closed your eyes. “Make sure you sleep soon, too… Goodnight… Morning… Whatever…”

Yoongi turned back to face his computer and set both of the now cool mugs on the desk. He stretched his arms and inserting his earphones back in before resuming the sound of music and letting his pencil run across the paper.

Apparently, the tea was not helping like you thought because you found yourself awake again half an hour later. You closed your eyes back but found it difficult to fall back asleep. When you turned to the opposite side of the bed to find Yoongi, there was no one there. You turned on the lamp by your nightstand to see better.

Yoongi, surprised to see the lights suddenly turn on, turned back to where you were seated. “Still can’t sleep?” he asked.

You shook your head and then pulled out a book that you read recently. “I’ll just read a little and see if that’ll help.”

“You should try and relax, (Y/N). If you have a lot on your mind right now, it’ll be hard to sleep.”

“How’s the song going?” you asked, scanning the lines on the pages of the book, trying to let yourself be drawn to the story.

“Great. Composition and lyrics are completed. Just touching up now.”

“It’s going to be a hit,” you said with much assurance as you flipped to the next page of your book. The songs Yoongi produced always gained a lot of popularity. They touched people often. You blinked a few times, trying to read the word more clearly, but they were becoming a blur.

Yoongi smiled at your comment. You were such a great supporter for him, and he was always appreciative of that. “I’m hoping it will,” he replied as he continued to work. “Hey, (Y/N). Do you think you could run by the company tomorrow for a bit?”

He waited for a response but did not hear anything. He turned around and found you leaning on your shoulder while sitting against the headboard, a quite uncomfortable position to sleep in. Yoongi pushed his chair out and walked over to you. His hands started to touch you when your eyes opened again.

“Should I just pull an all-nighter? It doesn’t look like I’ll sleep any time soon.”

Yoongi let out a laugh and helped you lay down on the bed. “You have to sleep. You have have energy to take care of the dogs later.” He turned off the lamp from the nightstand. “Hm, how about this? Do you want to be the first one to listen to what might be one of the tracks on BTS’ new album?”

“It’s not hip-hop right? I don’t think that’ll help,” you joked as you watched him retrieve his phone and sat back down on his side of the bed.

He handed you an earphone, and you inserted in your ear. Once the music played, you were hooked on the first few notes already. It was a soft melody and then proceeded with Yoongi’s voice, his rap. “I already love it,” you said with a smile as you listened to the lyrics.

Yoongi watched you admiringly. The look on your face was relaxed as if all of your thoughts had disappeared, and you were only focused on the music. Then he noticed your eyes slowly closing until he could hear the sound of your breathing. He observed you and listened to the song with the other earphone. As soon as the song ended, he pulled his own earphone out and then yours.

“Goodnight,” he said, kissing you on the forehead. He placed his phone on his own nightstand and pulled the covers over him, right next to you.

When the Levee Breaks

Word count: 1918

Summary: Castiel and Dean are paired for a project, but as the evening progresses, essays get put aside and something else is brought to their attention - their feelings.

“I’ll return shortly, mom. I’ll be working at the library on a project with my partner.” Castiel said before exiting his house.

Of course he was going to the library. Of course he had a big project so soon in the year. And of course he got paired with Dean Winchester, football jock of the school. Complete eye candy to all, crushed on by many, including Castiel. But to his knowledge, those feelings weren’t reciprocated.

This was the first time they had communicated in all four years of their highschool experience. Actually, if you asked Castiel, he’d tell you he was certain that Dean wasn’t even aware of his existence. Not that many people were.

Castiel was quiet. He preferred a good read over interaction almost all of the time. However, he wasn’t a complete loner, he had a few friends. Charlie, Gabriel, and Kevin. That’s all he needed.

As he continued to walk to the library, he pondered of how this could go: great, horrible. He wasn’t sure which one. Dean wasn’t known for being mean to people, even though he could and would beat someone up if needed. But, it’s not like Dean and he were friends or even acquiantances, really; they’d never spoken until being paired for this project. And Castiel was both pleased and unamused with the set up.

He reached the library a few minutes earlier than the time they had arranged - one of his values being punctuality. Castiel walked up to the front desk and greeted the old librarian with a kind smile. They knew each other well, as Castiel came here often. They’d trade books and recommend new ones. Castiel loved to read.

“What can I do for you, young man?” She asked quietly, looking up from her book - one that Castiel himself had recommended. He smiled at that.

“I’m looking for a boy. We have a project to work on and I don’t know if he already came in.” Castiel spoke, his words soft and gentle.

“Well, people come in all the time, young man. D'you mind telling me what he looks like?” She mused, chuckling softly at Castiel. He blushed and nodded.

He wouldn’t even be asking if it wasn’t for the fact that this particular library had three stories. Upstairs held the children’s reading nook, which Castiel highly doubted where Dean was located. The main entrance held the classics, research, and adult books. And the basement area was where the young adult books were held, along with a few computers for the teenagers to play on.

“Um, he has light brown hair. It’s pretty short. Good build, I think and the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen.” Castiel described, blushing as he realized that he sounded like a middle school girl with a silly crush. It’s not his fault Dean’s eyes were the greenest eyes that ever greened. It wasn’t.

The librarian chuckled at him, but nodded and said, “Yeah, sweetie, he’s down that way. Came in a few minutes ago.” He nodded, mumbled a farewell, and made his way through the labyrinth of bookshelves to the area where the tables were set up.

“‘Greenest eyes you’ve ever seen’, huh?” Dean greeted as Castiel sat down, chuckling as he saw the boy blush. Castiel cursed under his breath, unaware that Dean had even heard him.

“You heard me?” Castiel asked in an embarrassed whisper. Dean laughed, a bit too loudly, as there was a rather loud cough from the front of the library.

“Well, it is a library, Cas. It’s not particularly loud.” Dean said, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease. Castiel went pink at the use of the foreign name, only ever being called Cassie by his older brother, Balthazar.

“Yeah, I guess,” He mumbled. “Anyway, we should probably get some books for the assignment.”

“I wasn’t exactly paying attention when Mr. Jones went over this…” Dean trailed off. It wasn’t that he was a bad student, he made good grades, actually. He just had a short attention span. Especially when Castiel was in the room, admittedly.

“Oh, um, we’re supposed to write a seven page essay on how music and dance is essential to human life.” Castiel said and then he was off to collect books. Lucky for him, coming to the library so often helped him know where everything was. He’d gathered a number of books in no time.

“Okay, I got a few.” Castiel said as he sat down a stack of about ten books. Dean was stood, mouth open, and a single book in his hand.

“'A few’? I only found one!” He said, holding up the book entitled The Sound of Music. Castiel smiled at that.

“I come here frequently.” He mumbled, looking down. Wow, he sounded like a such a nerd. A total dork. And in front of such a cool guy like Dean. Great.

“You think?” Dean chuckled, adoration filling his green eyes, making them somehow impossibly brighter. This boy was such a cutie, though Dean would never use those words out loud.

Two hours passed by as they spent their evening working and laughing. Castiel was both thrilled and shocked that this was going so well. He was sure that he’d be miserable and Dean would hate him. But the jock was either good at acting or he really enjoyed Castiel’s company. Of course, Castiel prayed for the latter.

“I’m so tired of this. Let’s quit. How about some coffee? Pie? God, I could go for some pie.” Dean said, complaining for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes. The had been working pretty hard for a couple hours and straight and Castiel could tell that Dean was losing patience and concentration. He was becoming tired. They both were.

“I know it’s a lot at one time, but if we get it done now, we won’t have to keep coming back to work on it for the next two weeks.” Castiel said, trying to be encouraging, but doing the opposite. Dean sighed and put his head on the table.

“Exactly! We’ve got two weeks. And maybe I want to keep meeting up.” Dean said, mumbling the last part. Castiel heard him and blushed, but forced himself to take that comment as Dean just being tired. Castiel stayed quiet and continued to write, letting Dean have a break.

“Besides, you get great grades. Even if we finish and it’s a bit choppy, you’ll still have a great average. Mr. Jones loves you, Cas.” Dean groaned, shifting restlessly.

“No, Mr. Jones loves children. He’s a perverted old man that wants underage kids to get on their knees. Either gender, he doesn’t care as long as they’re under eighteen.” Castiel said, and he would’ve laughed if it weren’t true.

“That’s true, but you’re still a good student. Let’s leave. Or at least take a break. It’s getting late.” Dean whined. Castiel giggled at him, shaking his head. He was like a little kid. It was adoable.

“Well, I’d rather not suffer a bad grade in such a big project, but if you wish to offer him a good time, I suppose he’ll let us pass.” Castiel joked, laughing as Dean raised up with a repulsed look on his face.

“I can’t believe you just said that. God, Cas. Ewww. Who knew a little nerdy guy could be so gross. Ugh.” Dean laughed, snarling his nose up in disgust. “I’m leaving. Gross. Ugh.” He stood up, pulling his jacket on and pretending to walk away. Castiel took the opportunity to quietly run behind a bookshelf as he wasn’t looking.

Castiel, now hidden, perched himself on the thigh-level bookcase, swinging his legs as he heard Dean walking around.

“Cas? Where’d you go? I wasn’t actually leaving, you know?” Dean sounded worried, as if he’d offended the boy. Castiel giggled at that. The fact that Dean was so caring only furthered his crush.

Finally, after a minute of searching, Dean turned into the aisle and saw Cas sitting on a bookcase, grinning like a little kid who had just been found during a game of hide and seek.

“There you are.” Dean chuckled, walking over and standing in front of Castiel. The bookcase made him even shorter that Dean, his forehead reaching up to Dean’s chin.

“Here I am.” Castiel whispered, not wanting to break the silence, but feeling the urge to. Their eyes were locked and Castiel was becoming nervous under Dean’s gaze.

After a few more seconds that admittedly seemed like hours, the silence was again broken, but by Dean this time. “Fuck it.” He mumbled before leaning forward and connecting his lips to Castiel’s jaw, peppering the area with kisses.

Castiel was shocked, to say the least. He’d always hoped to have Dean’s lips on him, but now that it was happening, his stomach was twisting with anxiety and nervousness.

What if Dean wanted to him to kiss back? Castiel had never been kissed. He was lip virgin. He didn’t know how to do it. Well, he knew the basic idea, but he couldn’t do it properly to have an effect on anyone. And what if Dean wanted to go even further? Castiel would hate to disappoint his crush, but hell, he wasn’t ready.

Castiel could feel Dean’s stubble rubbing his neck and scratching his skin, making him tingle. And also, he’s pretty sure that he just moaned because wow Dean can really kiss and now he’s softly sucking on Castiel’s jaw and right behind his ear.

After about six whole seconds that seemed like six hours and also a single millisecond all at once, Dean pulled away. He seemed nervous, as if he’d made Castiel uncomfortable or possibly done something wrong. Castiel really hoped Dean didn’t regret what he’d just done. He really hoped it wasn’t just a caught-in-the-moment type thing. But, the lust and desire in Dean’s eyes said differently.

Castiel reached and grabbed his hand, rubbing his thumb over Dean’s knuckles in reassurance. Dean smiled and pulled Castiel to standing position and smirked.

“How about we head downstairs?” He spoke smugly, until seeing Castiel’s nervous stance. He dropped his smirked and opted for a kind smile. “Only if you want. We don’t have to. I just thought we could go somewhere private and talk some more. Maybe kiss a little.”

Castiel smiled at that and nodded, a tint of bright pink rising up his body and settling on his cheeks and ears. “Let me put the stuff up. I’ll meet you down there, yeah?”

“Sure thing, Cas.” Dean grinned, squeezing his hip farewell, chuckling as Castiel yelped and then giggled.

As Dean walked off, Castiel decided that it would be just horrible if he deprived himself of staring at Dean’s ass, so he allowed himself the pleasure, and damn, did he like what he saw.

When the jock walked out of sight, Castiel dashed to his backpack and grabbed a pack of mints, throwing about five in at once for good measure. After that, he rushed to put all the books in their appropriate places. Once he finished, he quickly made his way downstairs to the most likely vacant teenage lounge.

As he reached his destination and spotted Dean sat at a bean bag, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. Things were going good, and that point was only further proved as the evening progressed in a balance of light conversation and soft kisses.

And, of course, they got an A on the paper.

Kiss & Tell? - Jimin (BTS Scenario)

Finally got this up!

Requested by yanghyunsukmyass 

hii ^^ may I have a Jimin request where you guys are both kpop idols (you’re in a rookie group) and BTS bad your band are both in a show and there was a Pepro game involved and you got paired with Jimin and basically you guys were 3 inches away from kissing and V & Jungkook pushed Jimin towards you and you guys end up kissing? sorry for long request thank you ! ^-^

characters: you, bts, your rookie group

genre: fluff

rating: E

word count: 3,261

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It was a Thursday afternoon, your recently debuted rookie group had a quite enthralling debut performance, capturing the hearts of many fans whom you welcomed dearly. Your group name was called ‘Atomic’. The idea came of how your management and company wanted an explosively talented girl group that wasn’t the typical, aegyo here or sexy there. You guys were more fierce, more fiery and filled with passion, and the world needed to see that.

It was about 3 weeks after your debut and you all were asked to appear on Weekly Idol where they would interview you, play games and get to know more about you guys. You didn’t know too much about what would happen since their episodes always seem so ecstatic and full of life, but you thought that it shouldn’t be too difficult to handle.

That is.. until you heard some awesome news.

Your manager walked into your dressing room where you guys were all getting your makeup and hair done. Atomic had a tough concept going up but for the sake of the this being your first interview, the makeup artists kept you all looking cute and gorgeous, nothing over the top.

Okay girls,” your manager started, “so they’re going to have another guest on the show.

Who?” your member Seongmi asked.

BTS-

Not even a second later was the room filled with giggles and chatter of who’s the cutest in BTS because well, you all were fans. I mean, they were extremely talented in dance, singing, rapping and  producing music, it was hard to not be. You however, were more fond of them than the others, therefore, you were their victim when it came to gossiping and teasing. Your manager was also aware that you were also a big fan of them, buying all their merchandise, listening to them when you’re going on car rides.

Okay! 20 minutes til show time! Remember, this is your first interview, first impressions make the brightest ones. So.. don’t stress out too much.

He left the room to fetch some water for you guys and some coffee for himself. There was no possible way to lie about how excited you were to be in the same room as BTS, hell you might even talk to them. You just admired them so much, your heart stopped at the fantasies you. played in your head.

Is this really happening?” you mumbled to yourself.

Yep! Maybe you can talk to your so-called man too.” your other member Haneul teased.

You know what?” you raised your tone jokingly, “I’m going to get you for that, don’t tease me. You know how much I like him.

Laughter gathered around the room as you all prepared for your first tv interview/show, and luckily enough, with BTS. Really, how can anyone be any luckier than that?

But then.. your luck was just starting.

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Sub Michael- Michael Clifford Imagine- straight version

Requested- Yes

Anon-  If so can you do a Sub!Michael were he’s a virgin and has literally no idea what the fuck he’s supposed to do because he’s never watched porn like most guys his age? Love your blog btw ?￰゚リリ?

Pairing- Michael Clifford & Y/N

Words- 2500+

Summary-  You discover your best friend, Michael is a virgin and decide to change that 

NOTE- I can make an extra part to any imagine/smut in my masterlist.  Just ask

NOTE- REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED.  THESE IMAGINES/SMUT ARE CATCH UPS FROM PREVIOUS REQUESTS

Masterlist / Ask

It was one of those weekends when you had the house to yourself. It didn’t happen often and you had planned to have a ball. You were going to eat all the junk food you liked, sprawl out on the sofa and dance naked without a care in the world but at ten pm on the first night you had found yourself freaking out and, eventually you had gave in and called your friend, Michael. 

 He had just arrived and given you a proper teasing about what a wuss you are. You didn’t want to confess that your plans had fallen through. You’d actually intended on having another boy stay the night but his parents had grounded him and he was struggling to sneak out. You had a bit of a thing going with this boy. It wasn’t anything serious but he was insanely good in bed.  

“Shut up,” you whined as Michael ribbed you again.

 "Nah it’s cool. You better have food though. I’m starving.“ 

 He stalked past you and straight in to the sitting room. 

 "Wow you sure do have food,” he chuckles, taking in the array on the table, “you were going to eat all this yourself?" 

 You gulp. You’d forgot to put that away. Michael laughed at you until his eyes fell on the numerous candles lit around the room and he noticed the sexy music playing. You really should have tided up before he got here but you’d spent the time convinced that you’d heard a noise and waited outside on the door step for Michael. 

 "Whoa. Were you expecting someone else?” He frowns.

 "Um,“ you blush furiously. 

 "Fucking hell Y/N. Great so your booty call can’t make it and you invite me round? Wow I feel so used." 

 He’s teasing but you can hear an underlying hint of hurt in his voice. 

 "I meant to tidy up,” you admit.

 "So what was the plan? Force feed him mallows and popcorn then dance for him to this shite before boning on the sofa?“ 

 "Okay you do not get to judge me!” You snap at your best friend. 

“Yes I do. That’s what friends are for.”

 He laughs as you scowl at him and takes a seat on the sofa. He grabs the remote and points it at the TV and you are just a fraction of a second too late. Porn that you recorded earlier flashes up on the screen and Michael drops both the remote and his jaw. 

 "What the hell?“ His head cocked to the side. "How is she bending like that? What is that?!!!!" 

 He quickly turns it off, his face flustered. You’d never seen a boy react like that to porn before. Most boys loved it. 

 "You watch some crazy stuff,” Michael scoffed. “Gee relax Michael it’s just porn. Nothing you won’t have seen before.”

 You flopped down on the seat beside him and instantly noticed the red tinge on his face. 

 "Wait are you blushing?“ 

 "What? No!" 

 "Yes you are. You’re bright red. Why are you so embar-,” you stopped as it hit you, “you’ve never watched porn before have you?" 

 "My parents blocked those kind of sites and it’s not like I’m going to get up at 3am and go downstairs to watch some while they sleep." 

 "But what do you get off to then?" 

 He gulped and his Adam’s apple rolled down his throat. 

 "Michael you do masturbate don’t you?” You ask. 

 "You know this conversation is getting a little bit too personal for friends.“ 

 "Oh come on Michael,” you snap, “I know you have a crush on me. You told Ashton and he blurted it out at the party last week when you were passed out in the toilet." 

 "What? Ugh I’m going to kill him." 

 "Never mind Ashton just answer the question. Have you or have you by masturbated before.”

 He sighed and closed his eyes as he answered. 

 "Not.“ 

 "Oh my god." 

 "What its not a big deal." 

 "So the only time you’ve ever orgasmed is during sex?" 

 You see and hear him swallow deeply. 

 "Well not exactly. I. Um well-" 

 "Whoa are you a Virgin?" 

 "I need a drink,” Michael got to his feet and stalked out of the room but you raced after him. 

 "How?!“ You demanded, "how can you be a Virgin??" 

 "Look Y/N can we talk about something else please?”

 "I just don’t get it. Your like the hottest guy around and you’ve never slept with someone? Never had an orgasm?“ 

 "Did you just call me hot?" 

 "Not the point Michael!”

 "No you know what? I’m thinking it is the point. You think I’m hot and you know I have a crush on you so why haven’t you said anything till no?“ 

 "Ashton didn’t tell anyone you had a crush on me. I figured it out myself and wanted to check if I was right,” you admit. 

“Why would you want to know?”

 "Because you’re hot Michael. Okay? I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about going there and maybe if we weren’t such good friends then I would but-“ 

 "But what? What y/n? I don’t see a downside here. I get to lose my virginity and you can teach me the tricks of the trade." 

 "You want me to teach you how to have sex?" 

 "Why not?”

 "Um cause it’s us!“ You laugh.

 "Michael you covered me in silly string at our last school dance and you helped me egg that old guys house for our first Halloween together. You’re the boy whose always been there. What if sex changes that?" 

"What if doesn’t? What if it’s amazing and we realise how right we are together?" 

 You want to be strong and turn him down. It’s such a huge risk but you know your not strong enough to do that. He’s standing in front of you in his ripped skinny jeans and green day tank top and his raven hair is sticking up all over the place. He licks his rosy lips and his cheeks are flushed and the idea that nobody has ever touched this boy is bringing out a dominant side of you. You know you could give him the best night of his life. And, you also knew that Michael was a pleaser. He wouldn’t stop until you were taken care of too. That didn’t happen a lot with the guys you had been with. 

 It had always been in the back of your mind that maybe you and Michael weren’t meant to just be friends but the reality of it was scary. He knew so much and you cared for him in a way you’d never cared about anyone else. It was also an immense amount of pressure. What if he slept with you and then decided that he hated sex or something? He didn’t let you deliberate any longer and you gasped as his hand slid round your waist and he crushed your pelvis to his as your lips met in a flurry of passion. 

 "Tell me about your fantasies,” he begged as you pulled back and bit down on your lip.

 "Well you are a cocky little fucker most of the time so they mainly consisted of me making you my little sex slave,“ you confess.

 Michael’s face says it all. You’ve never seen anyone look so turned on and you feel his length twitch against your core.

 "Fuck y/n. You’re going to kill me." 

 "No baby I’m going to give you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt,” you smirk, taking his hand and leading him out of the room. 

 You take him to your bedroom and it’s a mixture of sexy and strange. Michael’s been in here loads of times. You’ve laid on your bed and shared your darkest secrets but now he was here for something entirely different. 

 "Kneel on the floor while I get changed,“ you demand pointing to a spot in the centre of your room.

 Michael cocks an eyebrow at you.

 "Don’t make me ask twice Michael!” You sigh, rolling your eyes. 

 He seems enticed by your dominant attitude and quickly does as you say with his lower lip between his teeth.

 "Don’t move until I say you can.“ 

 You exit the room to change in to something a bit sexier. You already have sensual underwear on under your clothes though it was not originally planned for Michael. 

 When you enter the room again he looks round at you and his jaw drops. He’s completely at a loss for words and you sashay towards him and take his hands, helping him to his feet. You turn away from him with your back against his chest and you press his hands to your body. He lets out a sharp breath as you guide his hands in yours. You splay them across your stomach then lower them down to your thighs before bringing them back up to cusp your breasts through your bra. When you turn to face him his face is red and his breathing is irregular. You lift his hands above his head and pull his top away from him. 

He lets out a shrill moan as you lean in and kiss across his pectorals. 

 "I’m so going to enjoy making you come inside me,” you admit and he gulps loudly. 

 "You want that Mikey?“ You tease him. 

 "Fuck yes,” he breathes. 

 "You circle around him until you are behind him and then you reach a hand around to unhook his belt while you rest your chin on his shoulder. 

 "I’m so wet for you right now,“ you confess and you feel his whole body stiffen in response to your dirty words. 

 You pull his belt clean off and drop it to the floor before kneeling and shuffling him round to face you. He peers down at you through long lashes and his lips purse as you tug the button on his jeans loose and pull them down. Wow. He’s not even completely naked and you can tell he is huge. Your friends used to always tease him and say that he must be small cause he has stubby little fingers but they couldn’t have been more inaccurate. You’d never been with anyone even near his size.

 You began to feel nervous but you kept your composure and palmed him through his boxers. His hips thrust forward, pushing himself further in to your hand with a soft groan. You removed his boxers completely and then stood. 

"You sure you want this?” You asked. 

 "Please,“ he begged. 

 You nodded and lead him to the bed. You beckoned for him to lay down and his length stood to attention off his smooth body. You loved the look on his face when you stood at the bottom of the bed and remove your panties. His eyes widened and they skimmed your body up and down with the most hungry expression you’d ever seen on another persons face. He had no idea how much his innocent face was turning you on. 

 He gulped as you strolled round the side of the bed and leaned over, gripping his hands. You took them together and tied them to the head rest with your panties. It wasn’t the best knot but you didn’t have a lot of fabric to work with and it did the trick for now. 

 "What?” He gulped. 

 "Close your eyes,“ you demanded. 

 He obeyed without question and you removed your bra before climbing above him and wrapping it round his eyes. 

 "Fuck, y/n. What are you doing?" 

 You just giggled as your lips lowered to the line between his pectorals. He groaned as you kissed across them, loving the feel of the hair on his chest as it tickles your mouth. You, slowly worked your way down his body, following the little happy trail at the lower end of his torso. His moans were consistent and even until you brought your lips down around his tip. His hips bucked and he groaned loudly as he tried to free himself from his restraints.

 "Fuck y/n." 

You smirked to yourself and leaned back, taking a proper look. You’d never have guessed Michael Gordon Clifford would be beneath you like this but it was the most thrilling sight you had ever seen. You couldn’t wait to have that large shaft inside you but you wanted this to be amazing for Michael. You grinned as you gripped his balls and his mouth fell open with a guttural growl. 

"Please baby. More,” he mewled as you rolled his balls in your palm. 

 You lowered your mouth again and this time you went to town on his length. His moans and grunts just egged you on like an arousing song and you deep throated him as best you could until you noticed his legs begin to stiffen. Then you stopped and a whine fell from Michael’s lips. 

 "Hey I’m in charge here you whinge,“ you teased him. 

 Oh he had no idea what he was in for. You line yourself up, hovering over his length while gripping the bottom of it in your right fist then you sink down on to him. His head jerked upwards and curses spilled from his innocent mouth. You quickly removed the panties from around his hands and he rubbed his wrists a little before resting them on your hips. 

 He was still blindfolded but you wanted to see those eyes as he came apart beneath you and, so you reached over and pulled the bra away from his face. His eyes instantly went to your breasts and a raspy cry echoed from deep inside him. 

 He lifted his hands and brought his fingers around your nipples. He seemed a little overwhelmed about what to do and uncertain if this was right so you pushed your chest forward, encouraging him and he began to get the swing of it. His fingers rolled your nipples and you let out a loud moan that made his length twitch inside you. 

 "It’s so much tighter than I thought it would be,” he confesses and you smile. 

“Shh just enjoy it Mikey,” you smirk. 

 You bounce yourself on his length while his fingers explore every inch of your body and you know he is close when his hands freeze on you and his boyish face screws up.

 "Look at me when you come,“ you demand. 

 He does as he is told and the face he makes tips you over. The pair of you come together and it’s like tsunami of pleasure. No orgasm has ever felt this good, Michael’s length can reach parts of you that you thought were only myth.  

"Wow,” he chuckles as you roll of him and lay down on the bed beside him. “That was amazing. That was amazing, right?" 

 "Out of this world,” you assure him.

 "Okay now I want you to teach me something else?“ 

 "What’s that?” You ask, not bothering to look at him.

 His next sentence makes your head snap round to look at him though. 

 "Teach me how to eat you out?“

7

Thursday Night Guitar Shopping at the amazing Cosmo Music megastore just north of Toronto, Canada:

  1. Not sure…this may be one of the 60th Ann. Strats or it may be a “Select”.  Either way it is distinctive.  Check out the “binding” on the neck.  It’s actually a channel cut into the maple into which the fretboard is inserted.  Looks like binding…but it ain’t binding!
  2. Incredibly gorgeous Custom Shop Jazz Bass.  Wow.  The price tag is “wow” too…  :\
  3. Is this a dream rack?  Or a rack of monotony?
  4. Speaking of cool basses…here’s a Custom Shop Jaco Pastorius FRETLESS JB.  I won’t even consider telling you the price lest you have a heart attack and die and I get sued by your grieving relatives for sending you to an early grave.
  5. Hahaha…the Strat bookends (sorry for the repeat, but I love them so much!)
  6. Yes Suhr!
  7. Yes Suhr!  Part 2.

Is there such a thing as being an Optimistic Nihilist because I’m pretty sure I’m that.

“Yeah, sure life is just meaningless chaos, there’s no justice in the world, nothing makes sense and everything anyone could possibly care about is essentially unimportant, but I still really like people and wow music is really cool and that flower is pretty and maybe something nice will happen tomorrow haha lol whatevs." 

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Hi! I'm new and i am getting confused with the azoffs thing. So the azoffs are already the boys' management? Can the boys have to managements at once?bc i read on a post the reason larry are interacting more now is bc Azoffs are helping them and idk?

[dark larrie activate]

okay so here is like…a (not so) quick and (very) dirty rundown of the azoff family + 1d business politics, based partially on speculation and partially on fact

our story begins with jeff azoff, caa agent, pictured here at a joint bday party w harry styles

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Trouble | Ashton Irwin Part 3

A/N Hey! Yet again another huge response from that last update! I’m so glad you guys are loving it and calling me a good writer?! LIKE WHAT. I never expected this. Anyways I’m thinking of maybe possibly putting this on Wattpad. What do you think? Hope you love it! It may be a little boring but I’m leading up to something HUGE ok just bare with me.  READ PART ONE AND TWO HERE  

You woke up the next morning and panicked for a moment realizing that you weren’t in your bed but after remembering that you slept over at Ashton’s last night you let out a sigh of relief. You looked over to his side and it was empty. You frowned and sat up. Your head started pounding immediately. You noticed a note on his side of the bed though.You picked it up and blinked the sleep away from your eyes before looking at it. It read- Morning x  I knew your first hangover would probably be a nasty one so I left you some aspirin and water on the bedside table. -Ash. You smiled down at the paper and popped the pill into your mouth, Swallowing quickly.

You had no idea what time it was and you decided to go find Ashton. Once you stood up you realized that you were wearing nothing but Ashton’s grey oversized band tee shirt but you didn’t mind. It was almost like a dress covering your small frame anyways so you didn’t bother to change back into your dirty, bloody clothes from last night. 

You lived in a pretty rich neighborhood although Ashton’s house was probably one of the smallest it wasn’t like you could just walk down and find him. It was pretty awkward because you had no idea who was even home so you were taking a complete risk by opening doors and quietly calling his name. 

You spotted him outside sitting shirtless on the front steps with a cigarette in his mouth. Of course. You probably should have checked there first but you weren’t thinking straight. You quietly opened the front door causing him to turn around and look at you. His eyes were blood shot. It looked like he had been crying. But you were almost positive there was no way that he would though. He was Ashton Irwin. “Oh hey good morning.” He said as he scoot over and tossed the bud of his cigarette he just finished into the bush. “Morning.” You said as you sat down next to him. His eyes scanned your body and a small smirk grew on his face, Probably liking the idea of seeing you in his clothes. 

“How do you feel?” He asked. You ran your fingers through your brown, untamed, wavy hair and sighed. “I’ve been way better. Honestly I feel like shit. Thanks for the stuff this morning though. It’s helping.” He chuckled. “That’s what bad girls get. I’m proud of you.” He said. You gave him a half smile. How’s your face? No offense but it looks horrible.“ You said as you grabbed his chin with your index finger and turning it towards you gently, getting a better look at him. "It hurts like hell but I’m fine.” You both looked like a wreck this morning though to say the least. His curly hair was all over the place not being held back by a bandana. Yours was a tangled mess and you were both bruised and dirty from the crazy night before. 

“What time is it?” You asked him. “I think like 10:30” You nodded. “Ashton?” You asked quietly. He turned his head to look at you. “Yeah?” “Why didn’t you want me to be alone last night?” He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Uhhh. No particular reason I- It’s just.. We had a rough night and I wanted to keep an eye on you since your parents aren’t home…” He said kind of suspiciously.  "Really?“ You asked, Questioning his answer. It felt like he was hiding something. "Yep.” He said as he nodded, Staring off into the distance somewhere. “Oh…” “I just want to protect you ok?” “Thanks. but I don’t need to be protected. Protected from what?” You said. “Just things in general. I feel like I know you to the point where I would do anything to keep you safe even though we just started talking. It’s a weird thing. I don’t know why I feel like that. I just do.” He confessed. It almost matched how you had that strange feeling to please and listen to him and you didn’t know why. Apparently being around each other gave you both strong impulses. 

“I’m a big girl I think I can handle keeping myself alive.” You said. He coughed and looked at the ground before speaking quickly. “Maybe that’s why I have this urge to make you bad, Toughen you up. So I can help you keep yourself safe?” He questioned himself on his own thoughts. “There’s a lot of bad people out here and I don’t think you know that. You were too good. I had to bring you out to show you so I could open your eyes and protect you that way but in the process I hurt you.” He said as he ran his thumb over your badly bruised cheek. You stared at him with wide eyes as he continued. “I’m sorry. There’s something I need to tell you Jules and It’s so bad. so so bad. I hate myself for it. I’ve been up thinking about it all night and now that I actually know you I don’t think I can tell you. I just can’t.” His voice cracked and he looked down again. “I know a lot of things and I need you to to listen to me? Promise you will?” He asked as he scooted closer to you. You nodded quickly. “I promise.” Ashton looked at you with his green eyes for what felt like a really long time. “Ashton…” You said softly, putting his hand on his shoulder. He looked down and didn’t reply. 

You had no idea what Ashton was talking about and It made you really nervous. His phone started ringing, He looked at it and quickly hit deny. “Can we go inside?” Ashton asked you quickly as he stood up and dusted off his black jeans, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it and followed him in. “Do you want something to eat?” He asked. You shook your head no and followed him into the living room where you both sat on the couch. “Ashton will you tell me that thing…someday?” He hesitated for a second before answering you. “Yeah… someday. I just can’t get myself to tell you now ok?” You nodded figuring that he really didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “I can’t believe I missed school. I’ve never done that.” “Feels good doesn’t it?” Ashton asked. “No. Not really. I have so much work to do."You said nervously. "Don’t worry about that today ok? You have all weekend just relax. You’ll get yourself all worked up.” Ashton said. “Fine.” You said quietly. Your mind going back to your thoughts about wanting to listen to him. 

You noticed a red drum set in the corner of the room. “You play?” He nodded. “Wow you’re way more into music than I thought.” “Yeah It’s pretty cool. Helps me release anger I guess. Want me to teach you a basic combo?” He asked as he stood up and walked over to his drum stool.  "Sure.“ You said as you followed him over. He patted his lap and you hesitated for a second before giving in and sitting down. It was a little strange at first but you got over it. He handed you the drumsticks and wrapped his larger hands around yours. "So hit this one twice and the one on your right three times and then the cymbal once. Got it?” “Like this?” You did what he told you and he nodded. “Yep. Perfect you’re a natural.” He gave you another combo which you did with ease. “Alright good now try putting them both together.” He said as he watched over your shoulder. You messed up big time and started laughing because it sounded terrible.

“You’ll get there eventually.” Ashton said sweetly. “Did I tell you how good you look in my shirt?” He whispered in your ear.  You blushed. “Really?” “Mmhmm. You should probably keep that. So you have something to wear when you stay with me.” He whispered again. “Oh so this is going to be like a thing?” You giggled quietly. “I wan’t to keep you safe remember?” He said with a chuckle. His breath on your skin literally made you melt. Your face was probably beet red by now. “Remember how I told you I would tell you my name If you were bad enough for me?” He said remaining in the same spot. Placing his chin on your shoulder. You nodded. “Well Hi I’m Ashton.” You laughed. “I already know your name you dork.” “Yeah but I never told you it.” He said matter of factly. “Well then Hi I’’m Juliana.” You said. “No Jules. I like that better.” He corrected. “Oh right. I’m Jules.” You said as you turned your head and smiled at him. “I know that already!” He said with a smirk. You shook your head. 

Just then you heard a door open and footsteps walk through the house. Ashton picked his head up off your shoulder quickly and his eyes grew wide. “Hello?” He asked. A blonde lady walked into view of the room and you felt Ashton let out a sigh of relief behind you. “Oh Mum! You scared the shit out of me.” He mumbled probably not loud enough for her to hear but you definitely heard it. “You have a friend over…” She said with clear annoyance in her voice. “ Oh hi I’m..” You started “Mum this is Jules she uh yeah.” Neither of you didn’t really know what to say because you were both a mess and from the way you were sitting both half naked, hair dishovled at his drum set probably would give her the wrong idea no matter what you said. “Save it.” She said as she put her hand up. “I just came home to change my clothes. I’ll be leaving soon. Don’t make a mess or do anything stupid Ashton Fletcher.” He gave him a look and pointed her finger at him before turning on her heels and leaving the room. “Sorry about that she probably had a bad day at work. She get’s like that sometimes when things don’t go her way.” Ashton said apologetically. “Don’t worry my parent’s are the same but they’re pretty much mean all the time.” He gave you a smile, still not showing his teeth but it meant a lot to you that he did that much. 

“I really need to go shower and stuff Ashton. I think I need to go home for a while.” You told him as you stood up from his lap. “Ok. But can you come back later? Or can I come over?” He said as he bit his lip nervously. “Sure. Here give me your phone I’ll put my number in.” He did what you asked and after you were done you handed it back. “Just text me in a few hours ok?” You said softly. He walked you to the door and just as you were about to walk out he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him for a hug. He wrapped his strong arms around you and your head was probably middle of his chest. You relaxed into the hug and took a deep breath before closing your eyes for a second. “Be careful ok?” He said quietly against your hair. You nodded. “Yeah Ash. I will.”

You walked across the street looking behind your shoulder one last time at him like you did the very first time you left his house and gave him a small wave before going into your house.You quickly went into the bathroom and turned on the shower so it would be warm by the time you were ready to get in and you went to your room to grab some clothes. Once you stripped off Ashton’s shirt and held it in your hands you smiled. You never really had a crush on a boy because your parents pretty much forbid it and you didn’t have time to even think about a boyfriend because of school. But you were pretty sure you were about to fall hard and fast for Ashton Irwin and that was going to be trouble… for everyone.

A/N AHHHH OK WOW. Yeah sorry it was a little bit boring. I have a big plan but I need to work my way up to it. Do you Ship Jules and Ashton or not? What do you think should happen? Leave me thoughts and suggestions in my ask it literally makes me so happy to hear what you have to say! Ask me here 

-Nikki