you were sitting right next to us

Baby, can I?

Yoongi is your friend, but all it takes is one wrong move of his hand for you to start thinking of him as something more than that.

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

i’m a slut for yoongi these days, so here we go again 

thanks for the feedback, i appreciate it so much!

word count: 5.5k

genre: smut

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it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5.5k

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

part 1 part 2

You could feel your phone start to vibrate deep in the pocket of your coat as you fumbled with your keys and trying to balance your grocery bags in your hands. “Fuck.” You mumbled as the sounds of a bag ripping echoes through the hallway. By the time you managed to save your bananas and unlock your front door your phone had stopped.

The game of phone tag had been going on since Yoongi left for his work trip the week before and you hoped that when you called him back that he would still be on the other line. But your heart sank when the line kept ringing, only to have him pick up at the last second.

“Hey babe.” He said flatly. The syllables running off his tongue as if his thoughts were on autopilot.

You sank down in your chair, preparing for another conversation where neither of you actually say how you’re really feeling. Speaking in empty words to continue to pretend that things were still going strong between the two of you. “How is the album coming along?” You asked as you always do when Yoongi is away for work.

Yoongi sighed through the line and you could almost see him running his fingers through his messy hair, “The album is done. I’m just wrapping up the last of the mixing. I’m catching a flight home tomorrow”

Even through all the awkwardness your heart still skipped a beat at the mention of the word home. “Do you want me to pick you up?” You asked, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice.

He paused, and you held your breath hoping that maybe he would have changed his mind, “No, it’s okay. My flight won’t be getting in until late and I don’t want you to have to take the train by yourself. I’ll just catch a cab home”

You couldn’t remember the last time he let you pick him up from the airport. You remembered how your heart used to race when he would text you that he landed. Even if Yoongi was only gone for a few days seeing him come down the escalators was enough to send your heart into a tailspin, “Oh, okay. Will you let me know when you’ve boarded and when you get in? Just to make sure you’re safe”

Yoongi’s yawn echoed through the phone, “I will. But I should get back to work. I love you”

“I love you too” were the only words that escaped your lips before the line on the other end went dead.

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force of habit. 12x10 coda. deancas. (ao3)

“Is this something we’re doing now?” Cas asks. “Being honest about how we feel?”

Dean looks up from his beer to find Cas staring at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that’s decidedly snarky. There’s something in the steadiness of Cas’ gaze, though, in the tilt of his head, that tells Dean it was an actual question and he expects an honest answer.

He had felt good earlier, after giving up the charade and admitting he wasn’t angry. It had felt nice to have things out in the open. He had relaxed, had told himself he could be honest and things would be all right, that he wouldn’t scare Cas off. He had wondered, for a few minutes, why he always felt the need to reign himself in, to bury his care and his concern under a facade. He had asked himself why he still bothered.

Dean sees, now, that he had just talked himself into becoming complacent. As soon as the words are out of Cas’ mouth, Dean’s heart suddenly starts doing double time. Ah, right, he thinks. That’s why. This is why he had changed the subject earlier, when Cas had made it clear he would die for them.

Dean still has limits that Cas seems uniquely excellent at pushing him to. He isn’t doing it on purpose, Dean thinks. It’s one of those human things he never quite got the hang of. Cas has always stood a little too close, stared a little too long. He’s always said things that unsettle Dean in a way he doesn’t quite understand, and this is no exception.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not usually one for angst, but I just had a thought and maybe you can give your insight on it too. What if Seven & MC both died in [insert some sort of accident here] and entrusted their child(ren) to Saeran? How do you think that would go? qq thank youuuuu

(◞‸◟;) so sad but I will write!


  • The news of the car accident was jarring for Saeran
  • But his new title of legal guardian to his niece, his brother and sister-in-laws 6 year old daughter, was overwhelming to say the least
  • He remembered them asking if they could put him down in the will and he just shrugged it off as something you did, he never actually thought anything would come of it
  • The first day was the hardest
  • She was quiet
  • More quiet than she normally was
  • He could tell that she was sad and scared
  • In her little hands she had been clutching a picture of her with her parents on her 6th birthday 
  • His place wasn’t exactly set up for kids
  • He hadn’t even been able to grab most of her stuff or her bed from the old house
  • So he placed some blankets and a pillow on the couch for her
    • “Are you…hungry?” he asked
  • Though she still didn’t make eye contact with anything but the floor, she shook her head ‘no’
  • And Saeran sighed in relief
  • As he was staring into his empty cabinets at a few cans and an old box of crackers
  • A grocery store trip would be a must the next day
  • He had Yoosung watch her during the afternoon so he could go out
  • He figured it would be too much for her to go home and see everything so soon
  • It was sad to see all of the things scattered around the apartment
  • Saeyoung’s half-finished toy projects still lay on his work bench
  • The calendar hanging on the wall with appointments that will never be made
  • Spoiled food in the fridge
  • He lingered in the hall to look at photos
  • There were the wedding ones
  •  Saeyoung hugging Saeran during the reception, a huge grin on his face as always 
  • And pictures from the birth of his niece
  • He had never seen Saeyoung so happy
  • Saeran remembered holding her small body for the first time in the hospital
    • “She’s…cute,” he said with a half smile
  • He threw some toys that looked promising in a bag and loaded her bed up
  • Taking one last look at the place before leaving
  • He would have to figure out what to do with everything eventually, but for now he’d focus on his niece
  • His computer room was cleaned out and he moved her bed into there
    • “You can decorate or whatever…I tried to grab what I thought you would want but I can always go back,” he placed the bag next to her bed
  • She ran to the bag and began rummaging through it, throwing out a few things until she found what she wanted
  • A cat stuffed animal she’s had since she was an infant
  • She pressed the paw and Saeyoung’s voice came singing through
  • He had recorded both of their voices singing lullabies and saying sweet things to her
    • Mommy and daddy love you so much
  • She clutched the cat and began to cry
  • Oh shit, she’s crying…
  • Saeran froze for a moment not knowing what to do
  • He knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her back
    • “It’s okay to be sad…and it’s okay to cry,” he said softly
  • Not the best words but it was all he could think to say
  • He made a mediocre meal for dinner and she picked at it a lot without eating much
  • Saeran didn’t blame her, but he knew his cooking would improve the more he did it
  • Which, he guessed, would be just about every day now that she was there…
  • He cleaned up the plate’s and bowls from the table
    • “Is this normally when you go to bed?” he really was lost
  • She nodded and grabbed her kitty plush to get ready for bed
  • He could hear the sound clips from the cat going off intermittently as he washed the dishes
  • When he finished and her light was still on he peered in from the doorway to see her sitting in the bed crying softly
    • “Do you need something? To like…talk or something?”
  • She shook her head
    • “Well…mom and dad would…read to me,” she said through whimpers
  • Right, of course
    • “I’ll be right back,” he said
  • When he returned he had a book in one hand and was dragging his computer chair in the other
  • Sitting next to the bed he showed her the cover
    • “S-” he choked for a second, “your dad used to read this to me when we were your age,” he opened it up
    • “Dad did?” she wiped her eyes and seemed interested for the first time since she arrived
    • “Yeah, he did. He always made sure to explain things to me, and do voices,” Saeran smiled remembering it
    • “Dad did that for me, too,” she smiled
    • “I’m not your dad…but I can try my best to read it like he would.”
  • He closed the book and stood up
    • “Do you like ice cream?” he asked her
    • “I do”
    • “Stories are always better with ice cream, I’ll go get some.”
  • He had seen her smile finally
  • Perhaps he was getting somewhere
    • “Ice cream? In bed? Is that okay?” she asked
  • Saeran shrugged
    • “I think for tonight it’s okay.”
  • Dani Alves: "When we beat Barcelona in the Champions League, I walked up to my brother Neymar and gave him a hug."
  • Alves: "Neymar was crying, and a part of me felt like crying, too.”
  • Alves: “Was I disrespected by the board of directors before I left the club last summer? Absolutely."
  • Alves: "That is simply how I feel, and you can never tell me any different."
  • Alves: "But you cannot play for a club for eight years, and achieve everything that we did, and not have that club in your heart forever."
  • Alves: "Managers, players and board members come and go. But Barça will never go away."
  • Alves: “Before I went to Juventus, I made a final promise to the board at Barcelona. I said: ‘You’re going to miss me.’"
  • Alves: "I didn’t mean as a player. Barça have plenty of incredible players. What I meant was that they were going to miss my spirit."
  • Alves: "They were going to miss the care I had for dressing room. They were going to miss the blood I spilled every time I put on the shirt”
  • Alves: "I remember during one training session, Messi was doing things with the ball at his feet that defied logic."
  • Alves: "Of course, that is what he did every day. Only this time, something was different."
  • Alves: "Now, I need to remind you, this was an extremely intense training session. We were not messing around."
  • Alves: "Messi was dribbling through the defence and finishing like a killer."
  • Alves: "And then as Messi is running past me, I look down at his boots, and I'm thinking to myself, Is this a joke?"
  • Alves: "Messi comes running past again, and now I'm sure what I'm seeing. His damn boots were untied. Both of them."
  • Alves: "Messi comes running past again, and I think, No, it's impossible."
  • Alves: "This guy was playing against best defenders in world, just floating around pitch, and he was acting like it's a Sunday in the park."
  • Alves: "That was the moment when I knew that I was never going to play with someone like Messi ever again in my life."
  • Alves: "Three months ago, when Barcelona made their incredible comeback against PSG in the CL, I was watching every moment from my couch."
  • Alves: "You might think from reading the newspapers that I was hoping my old club would lose."
  • Alves: "But when my brother Neymar scored that beautiful free kick? I jumped up from my couch and was screaming at the television."
  • Alves: "And when Sergi Roberto performed a miracle in the 95th minute? Like every other Barca fan in the world, I was going absolutely crazy"
  • Alves: "Because the truth is that Barcelona is still in my blood."
  • Alves: "When I had to play against Barca in the next round, it was a very weird feeling."
  • Alves: "Especially in the second leg at the Camp Nou, I felt like I was home again."
  • Alves: "Right before the match started, I went over to the Barca bench to say hello to my old friends."
  • Alves: "And they were saying, "Dani, come sit with us! We saved your seat!"
  • Alves: "I went sprinting back to the field, and I could hear my old manager, Luis Enrique, laughing his ass off."
  • Alves: "Pep would tell you exactly how everything was going to happen in a match before it even happened."
  • Alves: "Against RM in 2010, when we won 5-0? Pep told us before the match, "Today, you're going to play like the football is a ball of fire"
  • Alves: "It never stays at your feet. Not even half second. If you do that, there will be no time for them to pressure us.We will win easily"
  • Alves: "The funniest thing was if we came in at half-time and the game wasn't going well. Pep would sit down and rub his forehead."
  • Alves: "You know how he rubs his head? You've seen it, right? Like he's massaging his brain, searching for the genius to come to him."
  • Alves: "He would do this right in front of us in the dressing room. Then, like magic, it would come to him. Bang!"
  • Alves: "Pep was the first coach in my life who showed me how to play without the ball."
playing with fire (5) | taehyung

Originally posted by sugapium

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut

pairing: taehyung x reader 

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways. 

last chapter: part four 



   Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends


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Silly Bat’ - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just a short silly fic BECAUSE WHY NOT RIGHT ?! I like to imagine that when Bruce doesn’t have the stress of taking care of Wayne Inc or of his nightly activities on his back, he’s just a very funny and kinda weird man…So I wrote something about it, hope you’ll like it

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There were times, when it was just you and Bruce, where you genuinely wondered if your husband wasn’t completely crazy. 

Not in a bad way. Not in a “Joker” or “Harley Quinn” way. Nooooo. In a “that man is completely silly, and I’m really starting to question his sanity…is he on drugs ? Drunk ? I don’t know, but it’s funny” way. Yes. Exactly in that way. 

Often, when it was just the two of you, behind closed door, he would…loosen up. And not just a bit. He would loosen up completely and go on full “goofball mode”. 

You couldn’t count the number of times he started a pillow fight, a war with water guns (though since Alfred yelled at you two as if you were children making a mess, you switched from water guns to nerf guns), a tickle fight or a stupid and ridiculous fashion show etc etc. 

You still remembered how your abs hurt after the fit of laughter you had when he came out of the bathroom wearing an awful bright green tuxedo vest a random fashion house send him, without an undershirt, flexing all of the muscle of his chest and all, some sweatpants on of which he tucked the lower part in cowboy boots Clark gave him, and a lampshade as a hat…Where was he even finding those ideas ?

Yes. When it was just you and him, he was a different person. That no one else but you, not even his children, not even Alfred, or any of his close friends would ever see. A Bruce completely carefree, and also slightly insane…but hilarious. 

Every time you ended up having the Manor to yourself (which was very rarely, with five children and a butler who almost never took days off), it would even be better, your playground being bigger. 

One of your favorite “Silly Bat” time was when you played hide and seek (yes, grown ass adults could totally play hide and seek) and you went to hide in a tree in the garden…And got found by Clark. 

The embarrassment on Bruce’s face when he was trying to explain what you two were doing was priceless…In the end, he said that you were playing a “sexual version of hide and seek”, because it was easier to explain than to tell his friend that he was actually playing the actual game, like a damn child, with his beautiful wife…

Clark was impressed. After all, he found you in a tree, so he wondered how you two were going to make lo…Your laughter stopped his trail of thoughts. Your superfriend misinterpreted your laugh, thinking you were mocking him because he was blushing, and that was good (for Bruce). It settled the end of the story. 

Soon enough, Superman was laughing too, and it took everything in Bruce to not even crack a smile, to keep his stoic stance, and slightly bored facial expression, so that he wouldn’t get discovered. Ooh you loved that man. 

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Obsidian

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung (V)

Rating: R

Warning: Murder mystery, future smut

Word Count: 5,704

Summary: The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

Originally posted by jjks

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Ready to Run | uno

Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which a two youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived, on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]

Word Count: 2053

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Genre: RomCom (a wee bit of drama)

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I think I love marrying Bucky with everyone except the reader. But y’all will read it anyway, bc I know you guys love slow burn. So here’s my Road Trip au that I promised you guys! Enjoy reading and please give me feedback, bc I love reading your comments and opinions. 

A special thanks to my wifey, Yvy ( @minervaem ​) for reminding me and pushing me to write this and also for being my beta reader. You know I love you more than dinosaurs

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Could there be any other place where he could do this?

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Fred Imagine 4

Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !


“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”

Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.


“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. 

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books. 

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts. 

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying. 

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating! 

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth. 

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. 

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!” 

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair. 

Fred pulled you into a hug. 

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

“No?” You questioned.

“It would be me.”

You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.

After a moment you pulled apart. 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

“Okay.”

She smiled - part 1

(A/N): there will be a part 2 :)

Fandom: Harry potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!reader

Word count: 1640

warnings: Draco being cute 

PART 2

Originally posted by imagine-everything41


(Y/N) was a girl with a normal life. At least, that is what you would think. Y/N was a Hufflepuff and was in her fifth year of Hogwarts. She had lovely friends and got good grades. A perfect life, would you think.

But there was something frustrating her. Someone was frustrating her. A feeling she got when he walked past her. That weird tickle she felt in her body when her eyes met his. Love is supposed to be nice, good.
But what if you fall in love with the wrong person? You’re supposed to fall in love with someone with a big heart, someone who cares about a thing at least. But what if you fall in love with a person who doesn’t know you exist? What if you fall in love with… Draco Malfoy?

How could she be so stupid? He was Draco. She knew he would break her heart. Well, she never even talked to him. But she just couldn’t. She was a Hufflepuff, and he was a Slytherin. And not just a Slytherin, but the Slytherin prince. She was dead anyway. She thought the feeling eventually would go away, that’s what she told herself every day.
But when she walked into the great hall and her eyes found his, her heart stopped. His breathtaking smile, and his smirk…
She realized, her feeling would never fade. But the eye contact was all she had.
Until she sat in the library one day.

“I don’t know what are teachers are thinking, I mean, 3 rolls of parchment, Are they even human?!” her friend said. But (Y/N) wasn’t listening. She was reading her book and didn’t even notice her friend was talking to her.

“Hello? (Y/N)? Do you know what Sprout means with this?” asked (Y/F/N).

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What’s going on?”

“I was just reading”

“No, I’m serious. You are drifting of lately. I don’t get why you have such good grades, I don’t get any of this. By the way, did you hear what people are saying about Ron Weasley? I heard someone say that he-” her thoughts drifted away again. She tried to read a paragraph eight times now, but she couldn’t read the words. She stood up to put her book back in a bookshelf. She was searching for the right shelf when she heard something.
A voice, a voice she would recognize anywhere. Her heart started beating rapidly, but she kept her breath steady.

She walked towards the voice and it got louder. Eventually, she walked past a corner, and there he was. She focused on searching a bookshelf, what was impossible with such a boy in front of you, and tried to find the good spot. She overheard the conversation between Draco and another boy.

“Do you know which book we’ve to read from Sprout? God, why am I even doing this-” he said.

“Are you searching for this one?” (Y/N) said, and gave him her book. At that moment, she wanted to run away and cry in a corner. But she stayed. Her feet glued to the ground, a little smile on her face.
She wanted the earth to swallow her, but she also wanted to stay. Talking to him is a risk for everyone, but it was the only way she could contact him.

What she did not realize, is that her smile did more than she thought. Her smile was something that touched him, deep in his heart. His heart was protected by a big wall, but she could break it within a second. Every time she looked at him, he looked back and his heart stopped. Every time he looked at her, he forgets his words.

He took the book and looked in her eyes. Her eyes, a weakness she had not discovered until now. It looked like a palette of color, that lit up when she smiled. He was staring, and she let go of the book. He was pulled back to reality, a few words left on his lips.

“Thank you.” he said.

“No problem,” she said and smiled. She smiled. She turned and walked away, leaving him behind. It was true. No one could reach his heart like (Y/N).


It was a bad day for (Y/N). She accidentally ripped her cloak in the morning, what made her late for breakfast. With her books in her hand, she ran through the hallways on her way to Potions. When she got there she opened the door, and many eyes were staring at her. Draco’s included. She forgot for one second she had Potions with the Slytherins, and her heart dropped. Without her emotions taking over her body she walked to the table where her friends were sitting. But there was no place left. (Y/F/N) looked at her with a ‘sorry’ face and (Y/N) looked around her. There was only one place left, Next to Draco.

“Miss (Y/L/N), would you like to join us and sit next to Mr. Malfoy?” the professor said. She walked to him, and he was staring at her while she did. And he smirked. He smirked. It was a miracle she didn’t fall right on the ground, little did he know what he did to her.

“What are you smirking at?” (Y/N) asked. He realized he was staring and shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said.

“Alright then” She put her books on the table and looked inside the cauldron. “What are you brewing?”

“Uh I-I”

“You don’t know what you’re brewing?” she said and she sighed. Off course he knew what he was brewing, why wouldn’t he? He was just not thinking straight, thanks to her. How hard could talking to her be? Pretty hard.

“What are you brewing?” (Y/N) stood up and asked Pancy. Pancy started laughing and looked at her like she was a bunch of trash. That did something to Draco, and he stepped forward. (Y/N) was not trash.

“Is it that hard to answer?” he said, and he put his hand on her lower back. (Y/N)’s body stiffened, and he took his hand away. He did it without thinking, but it got him nervous. He wanted to be close to (Y/N), but he didn’t want to bother her.

Pansy looked at Draco as if he broke up their marriage, and looked at (Y/N).

“We are brewing draught of living death,” she said irritated.

“Thanks” (Y/N) said sarcastically. She sat down and opened her book. She started throwing ingredients into their cauldron and Draco lost count of it.

“Can I do something?” he asked. (Y/N) looked surprised, but nodded.

“Can you give me the Asphodel?” she asked. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, at least he wanted to help. He gave it to her and the moment their hands touched each other, a shiver ran down his spine. He looked into her eyes, her beautiful eyes, and forgot everything around them.
But then she looked away and put the Asphodel in the cauldron. Draco sighed. He looked behind her and saw that Harry Potter finished his potion and got a compliment from the professor. Everyone needed to come forward and look at Harry taking his ‘liquid luck’.
(Y/N) looked at Draco and realized she should have let him help her. Then she thought of the moment he stood up for her against Pansy. She held back a smile, but a grin formed on her face. Draco saw it and it let him smirk too. But then (Y/F/N) grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and took her with her.


At the end of the day, (Y/N) sat next to her friends during dinner. She was already wearing her Quidditch uniform because she had practice after dinner. She was on the Hufflepuff team and was a chaser.
When they were done she walked with (Y/F/N) to the Quidditch pit and went to the changing rooms. Their team captain, Zacharias Smith, held a speech about new training techniques.
When they got into the pit she looked over at the bleachers and saw her friend, a smile forming on her face. She looked further around her, and her eyes stopped by a figure at the other side of the pit. It was Draco.
Smith walked to the Slytherins and asked what they were doing there, the Hufflepuff had the pit for their own training. The team captain from the Slytherins said they had permission from Snape to practice.

“If you want to practice so badly, why not play a game against us?” he said, with an evil smirk. Smith glared at him and then looked at the team, and nodded.

“Good luck with losing,” he said, and he walked away. (Y/N) shook her head, they didn’t stand a chance. But they could try to win at least. They still had a real match to play against the Slytherins, so after this, they knew what they could expect.
The Hufflepuff took place on their broomsticks, pushed themselves from the ground and took their positions. A volunteer from the audience threw the four balls in the air and the game began.
(Y/N) was a sweet girl on the ground, but during Quidditch she was serious. She raced to the quaffle and caught it. She flew to the other side of the pit and approached the opposite goal. The beaters from Slytherin flew towards her, and her teammates fell around her. (Y/N) didn’t give up, came very close to the goal, and scored.
Her whole team was cheering, and she smiled broadly.

“Nice ball, (Y/L/N)” she heard someone say. She turned and saw the face of Draco Malfoy. Wearing a smirk, like always.

“Thanks, Malfoy.” she said.

My Little Fairy (Simon D x Reader)

This was requested by anon. Enjoy!

Originally posted by youngkaezy

You were always the shy one, the “baby” of the group of friends. No one really knows why, you were acting like that since you were a young kid, you would smile and play kindly with the other kids, it wasn’t your thing to run around and make a mess like most kids.

As you got older that didn’t change. You preferred to listen to others than talking, you had few friends that you loved but not many, sine you always doubted yourself and could barely say a few phrases when you first met someone.

Kiseok saw you sitting on a bench on the park right across from his office window every day at 11 p.m to 2 p.m. and it was always the same bench and the same time. You would always bring a book and something to drink, you always looked so peaceful and happy, a ghost of a smile was on your lips, he noticed how you replied to anyone that talked to you with a smile, how you would pet the dog that passed by with their owners, how sometimes you would stare at the kids playing with a glimpse of melancholy but also excitement.

After weeks of being a weirdo, he decided to work the courage and walk those stairs, cross the street. He froze, what was he going to say to you? he couldn’t just start talking to you. As he walked with his mind completely off, he didn’t see the bump on the grass and tripped down.

“oh my god”

you said and left your stuff to run to the man that fell down kind of hard.

“are you alright sir?”

“physically yes, emotionally i want to crawl to a hole for the rest of my life”

you left a small chuckle as you looked at him. You knew those eyes, if it wasn’t for the mask you may have been more successful at recognizing him.

“we all tumble”

“not in front of the girl we wanted to flirt with


Kiseok loved how pure you were, how you would blush every time he made a flirty or dirty joke. How you would play with your fingers when you got nervous around him, your genuine smile when he complimented you. He was so used to women that tried to take advantage of him or girls that were just seeking a good night sex, he almost forgot that women that would blush and hide their face after a single kiss.

AOMG took you in as family. Even though you were younger than their “baby” Hyuk-woo they could tell that your feelings for Kiseok were 100% real, so they accepted you and enjoyed having you around.

Of course you had to be there for Kiseok’s birthday. You were happy for your man no doubt, but his birthday was one more reminder that you had a big age gap. You had just blow out your 25th birthday cake, Kiseok was turning 34 in Korea. They were plenty of times you were scared to seem childish and unattractive to him, that he would realise how much of a baby you are and leave you.

No matter how you felt, you got dressed in a A line princess sweetheart beading sleeveless short mini organza dress in lavender colour, you did your heart in loose curls and put it up in a ponytail and your make up soft and summery, you even put on heels and got to the club.

You were not happy to see a sea of women that looked much more sexier and older than you, most of them around Jay and Kiseok. Of course when Kiseok saw you, he politely excused himself and got to you. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a kiss on the forehead

“Happy birthday”

“Thank you babygirl, come on and drink with us”

He saw how your smile dropped when you saw the women that were in the V.I.P area, so he made you sit right next to him and took your hand in his.

“Ladies, this is (y/n)”

None of them spoke, they just kind of nodded at you with displease and got to talking with Kiseok, completely ignoring your entire existence.

As time went by your insecurities catch up with you and ate you from inside out, you clearly stood out with your girlie dress, you felt like you look like you just left prom. All the women here wore sexy dresses that showed up their glamorous bodies, Their hair flowed down like a waterfall and their make up was done to perfection. Kiseok seemed much more interested in them than you, so you did what everyone here hoped you would do, you picked your bag and walked away without saying a word and looking at the ground.

You heard your name but didn’t turn around, you just kept walking towards the exit. You almost made it to the car until a hand wrapped around your elbow and pulled you back

“y/n, what happened? are you ok?”

Kiseok asked concerned. He thought you got sick or something, when he saw you leave the worst case scenarios bombarded his mind. Your eyes avoided his and looked at the concrete.

“I just want to leave”

“why? who hurt you?”

you got silent again, there was no one to blame except you. Kiseok placed his hands on your cheeks and made you look in his eyes

“tell me what’s wrong”

“it’s me ok. I am a baby, i showed up in the club like i’m going to prom, and all those girls, they are so glamorous, now look at me Kiseok. I…. don’t belong here”

Kiseok could do nothing but hug you. The reasons that made you feel insecure were the reasons that he wanted you by his side. When you showed up in that dress you looked like a fairy, he was actually worried about your age cause you were so young and full of energy, he was getting old and could not really keep up.

“I love your dress, i love your youth, i love everything about you. Do you love the old man?”

“i love you and you’re not old”

“Give me a kiss”

He requested and you pulled away from his shoulder to give him a quick peck.

“Don’t worry about those girls we got way bigger fish to fry. I want you, my little fairy to be there and no other girl will change that

Bugging Out

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  Can I please request a Bucky x reader. Where the reader and Bucky don’t like each other very much, but one night everyone else is on like a mission or something and the reader gets scared of a water bug in her room. Bucky hears her and makes fun of her for being scared but then notices she’s like really upset and crying and he comforts her. Really fluffy pls. Sry it’s a pretty detailed request I have a phobia of bugs. (requested by anon)

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: Swearing, bugs (if those bother you)

A/N: I am the absolute WORST person in the world, I literally haven’t posted an imagine on here in a year. A whole year. I’m so so so sorry you guys, I really don’t have any excuse other than being preoccupied with other things, but that’s still no reason to have left you all for that long. I hope you guys can forgive me, and that some of you are still with me despite my extended absence! School is almost over (only 3 weeks left!) so I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more on top of this blog when that time comes. Again, I’m so sorry and requests are open if you wanna send those in!

“Can you clean up after yourself for once in your life?” you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty room. Everyone - except for you and Bucky, that is - had left to go on some apparently super important mission, and to be honest you were getting quite annoyed with Mr. Barnes. 

The two of you had never gotten along very well. It wasn’t like you hated each other or anything, you’d both just much rather spend time with other people. You thought that everyone knew of your mutual dislike for each other, so you were confused and pretty annoyed to find out that everyone was going on this mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. 

“Hello?!” you called out, huffing when you didn’t get a reply. Bucky had, yet again, left his dinner dishes all over the kitchen, and didn’t even bother putting them in the sink. You didn’t mind cleaning up after people most of the time, but Bucky was getting on your last nerve with his constant messiness that he seemed to leave just for you to pick up. 

You realized that Bucky probably wasn’t even in the tower at the moment. Either that or he was purposely ignoring you just to make you mad. Whatever the case, you were ready to punch something, preferably his face. You cursed under your breath the entire time you washed his dishes, and when you were done, you slammed the dish washer shut (just in case he was still in the tower; you wanted him to know how upset you were). 

It was pretty early in the evening, only around 7:00. Wanting to get your mind off of how pissed you were with your sole companion for the night, you decided to take a shower. After going to your room and into the bathroom that was connected to it, you quickly undressed and let the water run until the room got nice and steamy. 

You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and let the warm water soothe your aching bones and tired mind. Too soon, the water started to get cold, so you reluctantly turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. You’d prepared ahead of time and set out a fluffy white towel to dry yourself with, and once you’d wrapped it around your body, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into your room. 

Everything was going perfectly normally. You looked in your dressers for some pajamas, before laying them out on your bed and getting ready to change into them. Your routine was interrupted, though, when you saw a huge water bug climbing the wall right next to your head. 

You screamed probably louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been terrified of bugs. You could handle fire and assassins and people shooting at you on a daily basis, but bugs were the one thing you absolutely couldn’t handle. 

Just then, the door to your room burst open, and a frantic Bucky swiveled his head, seemingly looking for danger, holding a gun. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he couldn’t find any immediate threat. “Why did you scream?”

“Th-There’s a bug,” you stammered, pointing at the wall where you had previously been standing. “Right there.”

Bucky walked to where you were showing him, and when he saw the bug, he broke into laughter. “Seriously?” he choked out through his hysterics. “A bug?”

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and just now becoming aware that you were still in a towel. 

“I mean, I’m sorry to say it doll, but it kinda is,” he chuckled. “The fearless y/n, able to knock out men twice her size and barely blink an eye doing it, reduced to tears by a silly bug.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you mumbled, backing into the wall across the room to further the distance between you and the bug in case it could fly or something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still in a towel here, and any other time I would have told you to get the fuck out of my room and let me change, but I’m terrified right now and really would appreciate it if you’d kill that thing for me. Then as soon as you’re done you can leave and make fun of me all you want and we’ll go back to hating each other just like before,” you said, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a few seconds before saying quietly, “Shit, you really are scared, aren’t you?” He grabbed a tissue from beside your bed and wrapped it around the bug before going into your bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to the side so that he could leave. He didn’t walk away, though. 

“I don’t hate you,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. Had you heard him right? 

“You…You don’t?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Then why did he try to make your life a living hell every second of every day? Were you just overreacting?

He sighed and shook his head as he sat down on your bed. “I know it probably seems like I do sometimes, but I really don’t. I just thought you hated me, so in my mind it was easier to annoy you as much as possible.”

You laughed dryly at his reasoning, sitting down next to him. “I don’t hate you either,” you told him, shrugging. “I dunno what made us act so hostile towards each other in the first place, but I, at least, want that to be over.”

“So do I,” Bucky agreed. “And I’m sorry for laughing at you about the bug.” At the mention of what had just happened, you cringed, and Bucky quickly apologized again for bringing it up. “I didn’t realize how scared you actually were until you pointed out that you weren’t kicking me out while you’re still in a towel.”

In that moment, you realized you were still basically naked, and you gasped. “Oh my God, get out!” you shrieked, pulling your towel up as far as it would go over your chest. 

Bucky laughed heartily. “There we go, back to normal,” he stated, standing up. “Again, I’m really sorry, y/n, I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, just wanting him to leave so that you could change. You realized, though, that you were acting somewhat rudely to the guy who’d just come to your rescue, so before he walked away completely, you called out, “Hey Buck?”

He turned around, seeming surprised at the nickname, and said, “Yeah, doll?”

“Do you, uh, maybe want to…watch a movie with me or something?” you wondered, suddenly shy. “After I finish changing, I mean.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome,” you grinned, before making a straight face again and saying, “Now get out.”

Bucky laughed and turned around, closing the door behind him as he said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, y/n.”

A/N: I might start tagging some of you guys in my imagines whenever I post one if that’s something any of you are interested in. So if you wanna be a part of my tag list, either comment on this or shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to add you! :)

Request here

Klaus Mikaelson: CHRISTMAS PART 1

Words count: 1360

Warning: None lots of pictures. I own nothing of the pics or the gifs. I don’t celebrate Christmas so all I know is from movies and YouTube vlogers.

Summer: It’s your first Christmas with the Mikaelson’s.

PART 2

“NIK!” You shouted as you busted into your shared bedroom, excited. Klaus sat up quickly and looked around the room for the source of danger.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Nik asked you and you jumped onto the bed.

“It’s Christmas you silly.” You laughed and hugged him.

“y/n it’s 7 in the morning.” Nik groaned and pulled you down as he laid back down on the bed. He had his arms around you with his face in the crook of your neck.

“It’s almost 8 and everyone is already up.” You told him but cuddled him. “We’re all waiting for you to get up.”

“Can’t you all wait?” Nik mumbled.

“NO! Now get up.” You told him and kissed his cheek before pulling away from him. “Nik come on it’s our first Christmas together, so get up, please, for me.”

You pouted and gave him a sad look, Nik looked at you for a moment before he sighed.

“Fine you win this time, love.” Nik said and you let out a shriek and a smile broke into your face and you ran out of the room. Nik took notice of your Christmas jumper and pajama pants, your hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Nik smiled at how cute you looked. He decided to get out of bed before you came back and pulled him out of bed yourself.

Nik slowly got out of bed and got out of the bedroom, he looked down at the yard in the abattoir. You had demanded for it to be changed into a Christmassy living room, there was comfy sofas and a big Christmas tree that had gifts under it. The coffee table was full of food and snakes all Christmas themed. It was your first Christmas with the Mikaelson and it was the first time Nik saw you excited about something that much.

“Nik come down.” Rebekah called for her big brother. The yard was filled with Rebekah, Marcel, Kol, Davina, Finn, Sage, Elijah, Hayley, Hope, Cami and you. Marcel, Rebekah, Finn, Elijah and Cami were all dressed for the day but the rest of you were still in pajamas or Christmas jumpers.

“Coming little sister.” Nik said and got down to you all. Everyone was talking and eating and sitting around the living-room. You were sitting on the floor with your back against Elijah’s leg as he sat on the sofa. You were holding Hope while talking to Cami and Davina, Kol sitting next to Davina on the carpeted floor.

“Finally brother, we thought you’d never show up.” Kol said and smiled at his older brother.

“Well I couldn’t really say no to y/n.” Nik said and sat down next to you.

“No one say no to me.” You told him and laughed as Nik pulled you to him so you were leaning onto his chest, with Hope in your arms.

“That’s true.” Cami said and smiled.

“I believe it’s time to open gifts.” Elijah said, you smiled excited to see how everyone will react to your gifts.  

“Why not start from the youngest?” Hayley said.

“That’s cruel.” Marcel said and we laughed.

“Yeah, some of us are really old.” Sage said.

“My point exactly.” Hayley said.

“Hayley is right, Hope is first, then Davina and after her Hayley and then we’ll go on.” Cami said and you nodded.

“I agree with Hayley and Cami.” You said and everyone agreed.

“So Hayley and Klaus open Hope’s gifts.” Rebekah said, Nik and Hayley both moved to the tree Nik also took Hope from you, you moved so you were sitting next to Cami. They both got the big pile Hope got and started to open the gifts. Everyone had shoes a wrapping paper so you could tell who got what. Hope was the most spoiled kid ever, she got so many things, but you decided to get her funny clothes and couldn’t wait for everyone to see. Cami did know what you got Hope, as she was with you when you went Christmas shopping.

“Okay, who go these?” Hayley asked holding your gifts, they were wrapped separately but held together with a string.

“I did.” “y/n did.” You and Cami said at the same time after sharing a look.

“Ookay.” Hayley said suspension of you two. Hayley opened the first one. She giggled and showed everyone what you got.

“I have a feeling this is how she’ll be when she get older.” Kol said and Sage nodded.

“Only if Niklaus raised her alone.” Finn said and you raised a hand and said “I agree.”

“I thought you loved me.” Nik said faking hurt.

“No, Elijah just compelled me to.”

“Burn.” Marcel said and high fived you.

“Okay next two, one for me to open and one for Klaus.” Hayley said and gave one to Klaus and they both opened them at the same time. They both laughed at the quotes on the baby romper.

“I want to see.” Rebekah said and she took the rompers and showed everyone and again laughter filled the room.


“I wish you were here every Christmas.” Kol said as he calmed down from his laughter.

“Well I think you could count me in from now on.” You told him and smiled.

“I told you getting them was a good idea.” Cami said and you nodded. Davina then opened her gifts, you and nick got her a gold and diamond earrings and necklace. Davina slowly opened the black velvet box.

“Oh my god.” She said her eyes going wide. “Guys this is too much.”

“Davina nothing is too much for you, plus with how much these guys hold balls and all these stuff it’s good to have something to wear.” You told her and gave her a hug. You could tell that Kol appreciated what you got her and what you said, as Davina was still feeling like an outcast between you all.

It was then Hayley’s turn, she got some creative things, you decided to get her a bubble bath gift box and a painting of a wolf that you knew she’d love.

“y/n thank you so much, these are amazing.” Hayley gave you a hug. “And I’ll be using the bubble bath kit as soon as I can, I’m in need of one.”

“No worries, I’m glad you liked them.” You told her. After Hayley finished it was your turn. You felt so spoiled with all the things you got.

CAMI

ELIJAH AND HAYLEY

KOL AND DAVINA

REBEKAH

MARCEL


FIN AND SAGE

You save Nik for the last you knew he was nervous. You locked eyes with Nik as you held the big box in your hand, you winked at him as you slowly pulled one end of the bow.

“Y/N! Just bloody open it.” Rebekah said and you smirked.

“I will.” You said and opened it faster. It was a beautiful ball gown, you saw in a shop once but wasn’t too sure if it will look good on you. You smiled and looked up at Nik. You silently pulled him closer and gave him a hug, you pulled back silently and kissed his lips slowly, and pulled back. “Thank you, I love it.”

“I’ll give you the rest later.” Nik said and you gave him a confused look but nodded. Everyone then opened his gift, you got Nik a handmade wooden watch with his initials in the back and cuffslinks with hopes initials and a picture of her inside of it.

After everyone was done opening their gifts, you all drifted into your own conversations. You were taking to sage and Finn when you felt a hand sneak around your waist and you were suddenly pulled back into a muscular chest. You smiled and leaned back into your boyfriend.

“Excuse me, but I’m going to steal y/n for a moment.” Nik told Finn and Sage who gave Nik a knowing look that caused you to frown.

“Sure, enjoy.” Sage said and sent you a wink, before you could question her you were suddenly in the big balcony in your bedroom, this is where you and Nik had your first kiss.

“What was that all about” You asked Nik.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Just Tipsy

Request: got7 youngjae with 3 + 13 please! ~💚

3) “You should learn to lie better.”

13) Your bias sneaks into your window

Member: Got7′s Youngjae x Y/N x (ft. Jinyoung)

Type: Fluff


You brushed at your teeth vigorously, letting toothpaste drip from either side of your mouth as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was pushed back with an animal themed headband and a thick face mask sat atop your skin, eradicating any black heads that had managed to nest in your pores since the last face washing. You hummed to yourself as you brushed, turning up the sound of your music as you bounced around in front of the mirror. 

After another minty filled solo, you spit into the sink for the dozenth time and finally began to rinse. You grabbed the mouthwash, beginning to gargle, when a loud noise caught you off guard. For a moment, you thought you were dying. The mouthwash had begun to slide down your throat at the appearance of the surprising sound. You immediately launched forward, spluttering into the porcelain, and looked up to your reflection with wide eyes. 

“What the hell?” you whispered, wincing and straining your ears in an attempt to focus. Another loud bang, followed by a crashing of what sounded to be a clay pot radiated from your bedroom and down the hall. 

“Maybe it’s the cat,” you hummed to yourself, biting you lip. Your eyes quickly swept the room, eying anything that could be used as a weapon. You tentatively picked up the plunger, eying it with hesitation. “Well…this should be okay.”

You slowly approached the door of the bathroom and peaked out into the hallway. Your window was indeed open and there did seem to be someone attempting to get into it. You noted the broken potted plants scattered across the hardwood floor, dislodged from their place on your window sill. You jumped back into the bathroom, pressing yourself flat against the door. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed. You immediately reached for your phone, your fingers pounding the emergency number. Just as your thumb hovered over the launch call button, you heard a gasp from your bedroom. 

“LAAaaarrrry!” the voice hiccuped, deep and slurred. You shook your  head, peaking around the corner again to see your next door neighbor, Choi Youngjae, pulling himself face first through the window and toward your cat. 

“Youngjae?” you whispered, the plunger plopping at your feet as you rounded the corner and moved toward your room. “What the hell?” 

Youngjae looked up at you with wide eyes as he slid the rest of the way through your window and landed with a thud. “Y/N…what are you doing in my apartment?”

You stood still for a moment, blinking slowly as you tried to process the situation. “What am I doing in…your apartment?” You looked around slowly, noting your bed, your desk, and your cat. 

“And what is Larrrrry doing in my apartment?” he hiccuped, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. You nodded in sudden understanding. 

He was drunk. 

Youngjae pulled himself up, yanked off his shoes, and reached out with wobbly arms to Larry, who up until this point seemed fairly disinterested in the scene before him. You watched in shock as Youngjae sat shoeless in the middle of broken pots and discarded plants, cooing at your cat. His hair was disheveled, hanging in his eyes in pointed tendrils. There were dark circles beneath his usually bright eyes and he hiccuped as he spoke. His clothes hung loosely from his body, having given up their attempt to properly sit on the boy’s frame. 

“Are you drunk?” you asked cautiously, coming closer to the young man before you. “You realize your apartment is next door right?”

“I’m not drunk,” Youngjae giggled, continuing to reach out for Larry. 

“Youngjae,” you clucked, shaking your head and crouching down to be eye level with him. “You should learn to lie better.”

“I’m…I’m only a little tipsy. That’s what Mark told me to say if Jinyoung-hyung caught us. Is he here too?” he said, his eyes wide as he looked around the room. 

“Why would Jinyoung be in my apartment?” you questioned. 

“Because he’s waiting up for us!” Youngjae gasped as if the answer were obvious. “Jinyoung said that we could only go out if Mark took care of me and BamBam…but Bam drank one bottle of soju and Jackson had to take him home because he fell asleep on the pool table.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples and suddenly realized you still had your blackhead mask on. “Hold on a second.”

You shuffled back to the bathroom, peeled the mask from your skin, and rubbed a light lotion over the now irritated flesh. You tugged the headband from your hair and shook it out, reassessing yourself in the mirror. This would have to do for now. 

You left the bathroom again, rejoining Youngjae as he had finally gotten ahold of the now complaining Larry. His hands ran softly over the cat’s fur, quietly whispering to the animal in what sounded like broken English. 

“What are you saying?” you groaned, plopping down in front of him again. 

“I’m talking to him in English, because that’s your first language,” Youngjae whispered without looking up. “I’m better at English when I’m drunk.” He immediately looked up with wide eyes again. “But uh..I’m not drunk, only tipsy. Please don’t tell JInyoung.”

You chuckled, nodding at him as he glanced up with pleading eyes. The helpless expression quickly turned to confusion before he pressed his fingertips lightly to your cheek. “Where did your lizard skin go?” he whispered innocently. 

“Ex…excuse me?” you choked, pulling your face away from Youngjae’s hand. 

“The little flaky black stuff that was just on your face,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “It’s all gone!”

“That was a face mask for blackheads,” you grumbled, shaking your head as you stood. You looked down at him and set your hands on your hips. “At night before bed I-” you shook your head again, realizing there was no reason in a situation like this. “We need to get you home.”

“I am-”

“YOUR home Youngjae, not the incorrect window,” you sighed. You leaned over, gripping Youngjae beneath the arms as you attempted to lift him up, but he completely went limp. He had become a wiggling bundle of ramen in your arms.

“That tickles!” he gasped, flopping around until you released him back to the floor. The noise frightened Larry, causing him to take shelter beneath the bed. The disappearance of the cat caused Youngjae to groan, lean backward, and slam against the floor. 

“Ow,” he groaned, rubbing a hand underneath the back of his head. He looked up at you and sighed. “I like you with this skin more. You’re very pretty as a human, Y/N.”

You looked around the room quickly, confirming that you were the only one in it actually named Y/N. 

“I - uh…thanks?” you stuttered. This whole situation was like a bizarre dream you wished you could wake up from.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered, his lids heavy as he continued to lay on the floor. 

“How much did you have to drink, Youngjae?” you sighed, crossing your arms. You were unsure of how to act at this point and figured maybe if you could receive a bit more context to the situation, you could reach a decision on what to do. 

“Four…five…” he began, but trailed as he looked at his fingers hovering before his face. 

“Five beers?” you asked, tilting your head. You had been drinking with the Got7 boys on only a few occasions, a friendly outing between neighbors. You knew Youngjae preferred beer to soju, so surely he couldn’t have drank that much. 

“Five pitchers,” Youngjae nodded, letting out a burp that nearly turned into vomit. 

You groaned, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. “I’m going to get you a piece of bread and some coffee. Then I’ll get you back to your apartment.”

“But that was my window,” Youngjae whined, pointing up to your window sill from his laying position. 

“Okay Youngjae,” you sighed, dragging yourself from the room. 

After a quick attempt at instant coffee and some toast with jam, you returned to your bedroom to find Youngjae passed out and still on the floor. A light snoring had begun to escape from his handsome lips. 

“Of course,” you sighed, shaking your head. You bit your lip as you looked down to Larry who had once again emerged to more closely survey Youngjae’s snores. “What do you think Larry? Should we let him sleep it off?”

Larry looked up at you, then back to Youngjae. He proceeded to lick his chops before sauntering away and hopping onto your bed. 

“I think so too.”


Your knock was heavy on the door to the apartment housing Got6. After a few rounds of heavy banging, you finally heard shuffling on the opposite side of the wood. The door sprang open, revealing a sleepy and haphazardly dressed Jinyoung, completely unamused. 

“Not to be rude,” Jinyoung sighed, rubbing a palm over his tired eyes. “But do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I believe I have something that belongs to you,” you muttered, motioning for Jinyoung to follow you. 

“What does that mean? It couldn’t have waited until morning?” Jinyoung croaked, pulling his door closed behind him as he followed you down the hall. “I know we’re neighbors, but are we really close enough for you to be inviting me into your home at strange hours?”

“I don’t know. Are we close enough for Youngjae to come through my window at strange hours?” you sighed, entering your apartment, and motioning to the end of the hall where you could both very vividly see a snoring Youngjae, now drooling on the floor. 

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” JInyoung muttered, pressing his fingers against his temple and beginning to rub. “I told them, if they were going to drink, don’t wake me up. I didn’t expect for them to end up going through the wrong window again. How many of them are here?”

“Alright, first of all,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed as your mind quickly became lost in thought. “Again? This has happened before? With more of them than just Youngjae?”

“BamBam and Yugyeom ended up in the elderly couple’s apartment on the opposite side of us a couple of months ago,” Jinyoung sighed. “Cleaning up Yugyeom’s vomit while constantly apologizing to a woman my grandmother’s age was not the ideal way to spend an evening.” 

“And Youngjae?” you asked, lifting your brows. 

“He’s usually a very happy or a very emotional drunk,” Jinyoung nodded. “I can usually find him sobbing on the doorstep before three a.m. I guess he thought he was going to try and be sneaky like his other stupid members and take the window. The only ones who can ever figure it out are Jaebum and Mark…I don’t know why the others even bother.”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head as Larry began to kneed on Youngjae’s chest. “Let’s get him back home.”

Jinyoung nodded, taking short steps down the hall in his slippers, and immediately leaned over to grip Youngjae.  

“Yah!” Youngjae gasped, launching awake and pushing away from Jinyoung. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on the older member while simultaneously trying to wake up. “JIn…jinyoung hyung?”

“Jinyoung hyung,” Jinyoung nodded solemnly. “Youngjae, do you know where you are?”

Youngjae looked around slowly, making eye contact with you before surveying the room around him. “Um…not where I’m supposed to be?”

“Very good,” Jinyoung nodded, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “And where are you supposed to be?”

“At…at our dorm,” Youngjae whispered, looking down. His cheeks were bright red with embaressment. As he looked up again, tear marks stained his cheeks. 

“Aish, it’s okay,” Jinyoung sighed, placing a firm hand on Youngjae’s shoulder. He patted the boy lightly. “Don’t cry, I know you’re tired.”

“I’m…I’m not drunk,” Youngjae said begrudgingly through sobs. “Mark hyung said I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy.”

“Of course you are buddy,” Jinyoung nodded, leading Youngjae from your room. He turned, smiling sadly to you before speaking again. “We’ll be by tomorrow to clean up and repot your plants…thanks for not calling the police.”

“The police are coming?” Youngjae gasped, spinning to look at you. “Is it because someone broke your plants?”

“’Someone’ would be you,” Jinyoung nodded. “And no, because ‘someone’ broke into her home.”

Youngjae gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth. “We have to protect Larry.”

“Larry has claws, he can protect himself,” Jinyoung cooed, continuing to make forward motion out of your apartment. “We’ll see you tomorrow Y/N. Youngjae, tell Y/N you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” Youngjae repeated with little interest. “And I’ll keep your secret.”

JInyoung furrowed his brows as he looked between the two of you. You shrugged, just as confused as he was at Youngjae’s statement. “Secret?”

“She’s actually a lizard woman,” Youngjae nodded seriously. “But I told her how pretty she is as a human, so that took care of that.” 

Jinyoung rolled his eyes, opened your front door, and shoved Youngjae out. “Thank you and goodnight.” 

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.15

A/N: Well, well, well you guys I have returned. I know this chapter is long overdue and I apologise, but these are the last few days of school and when you’re in honors classes that apparently means give loads of work to the teachers.Then I was going to upload it hours ago but Oliver (the guy Connor is based on) spontaneously took me out for ice cream and shit. Anyway, I’m satisfied with this chapter and it’s long as hell, but I hope you all enjoy it. Remember 100 notes and feedback for 16.💕

**WARNING**: Loads of profanity, but that’s all.


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“I’m so glad you got a haircut.” You teased Connor as you ran your fingers through his now neatly trimmed and styled hair.“I don’t know what the hell you had going on with it yesterday.”

“Oh shut up, Y/N.”

The two of you had been roaming the mall shopping for hours on end. You knew that Connor needed a well deserved girl’s day, and what’s a better way to spend it besides shopping with a fashion major? You were dragging Connor towards Tip N’ Toe for scheduled pedicures.

“So, what’s your plan for me and Felix?”

“Not sure yet.” You admitted to him.“ He kind of refuses to talk about the subject.”

“That’s Felix for you.” Connor chuckled although he found no amusement with his situation.“ Hold things in until shit hits the fan.”

“Maybe you two need this little break. It might help you grow stronger or something.”

“What about you and Calum? You haven’t said much about him.” Connor quickly changed the subject and you rolled your eyes.“ Uh oh.”

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its-nanna-innit  asked:

Could I get Prompto on a date with his S/O and afterwards things start to get NSFW but his S/O has a flash back due to a not so nice ex that was abusive and has a panic attack? I'm not sure what format this would fall under. I love your writing btw! 💛

Breathe

Prompto x Reader
Word Count: 1,789
SFW

Angst is too easy for me to write, apparently, lol. Trigger warnings for this one shot: mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of non-con/dub-con, cycles of abuse, and infidelity. Thankfully, Prompto makes everything better.

Tagging the always lovely @iinkpools because I feel like you need more Prompto fluff in your life and I love making your decisions even harder, lol.

You were happy.

For the first time in forever, you were happy. Genuinely, truly happy, and it was because of the boy that was holding your hand, looking at you like you were his entire world. Prompto Argentum had saved your life in so many ways—you’d met him when you were at rock bottom, working a dead-end job at a diner, trying to support yourself and also dealing with the aftermath of a bad breakup.

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On a night we won’t remember - Montgomery de la cruz (part 1/?)

This is my first imagine, I’m sorry if this is bad and if I make too much mistakes send me some feedback please, and please have mercy on me.

Pairing: Montgomery x reader

word count: 1051

It was a typical Friday night for you. Listening to your favourite music while putting on some comfy shorts, an oversized shirt and some soft socks. On your neck still the necklace that your ex-boyfriend gave to you for your 1 year anniversary, it has been 2 weeks since the two of you broke up but in your head the story was far from over. Montgomery was not a typical jock. Of course in school Monty found it important to keep his reputation high, being sometimes a little too aggressive pushing kids against the lockers. But when he was with you he was the sweetest, most caring person you’ve ever met. Monty would never hurt you, you thought.
 

You were completely zoned out when suddenly your phone lit up. It was a text from your best friend Justin.

“ Hey (Y/N), I’m at Jessica’s party where are you?”

Shit! You completely forgot. You weren’t a party animal but since Jess was Justin’s girlfriend and he was your best friend you promised to go. Just to do him a favour, and maybe for one night, forget about Monty and all the pain you’ve felt for the last couple weeks.

“ I was still showering, I’ll be there in 15 minutes!”

“ (Y/N)..”

“ What? A girl needs her shower ;) ?”

“ Nononooo not about that. He’s here, just so you know..”

So Monty was at the party.., he probably looked mind blowing with a nice button down, he’s perfect brown hair and his cute freckles. He hated them but I thought they made him look perfect. It was his finishing touch. But since he was there you had to look good, no not good you had to look great. You searched the dress he loved the most. It was a red one, thightly hugging your body. Monty always went crazy when you wore it, he said it made your body look even more perfect than it already was. You put on some make up and let your hair dry in some loose beach waves.

Justin offered to pick you up so you could drink a little, he imagined you could use some alcohol tonight. You were waiting in the living room when you heard a car on your driveway. Finally Justin arrived, despite the fact you had to face Monty you began to get excited for this party, just because you could be with your friends and could do somethinf different than cry or study.

You stepped into Justins car, when you looked had his mouth fell on the floor.

“Damn (Y/N) you look hot!”

You gave him a sweet smile, Justin was always the first one to make you smile with all his compliments
“Thanks Justin, I hope I have the ame influence on someone else tonight.” You winked at him and obviously referring to Montgomery

“ I’m sure you will, look at yourself, mindblowing. I’m pretty proud to call you my best friend right now.”

“ Alright Foley enough bluffing now let’s go, I don’t want Jessica to hate me.”

10 mintues later you arrived at the party. Suddenly you felt the chills go down your spine. You were going to face Monty after avoiding him for 2 weeks, after all the crying, going over everything the two of you did together and looking for a mistake you made. Looking at alle the pictures you had together for hours and missing him, missing his touch and his genlte kisses and the way he shouted your name when you scored a goal on the soccerfield.

Justin looked at you “(Y/N) you look stunning, don’t worry it will be fine, and if you want to go home just give me a sign.”

You smiled at Justin, he understood you with just one smile. The two of you went in, he went to Jessica, kissing her. You walked straight to the kitchen fixing yourself a drink. You went for some tequila, or in your case te-kill-a. When you looked up you saw a tall Zach Dempsey looking at you with a grin on his face. “You lost something?” you asked, with a little sass.

“Well I think I lost my heart to you, (Y/N)”

“Too cheesy Zach, now come give me a hug, it’s been 2 weeks”

Zach almost sprinted to you picking you up and spinning you around. You were talking with Zach about his basketball, about how stupid Bryce is, and so one.

You knew Zach since you were 5, he made you a sports fan and he was the one pushing you to train harder everyday so you became the best female soccer player on the team.

Just then you saw him, Monty. He looked you straight in the eyes. You froze, why was he looking so sad, was it because of you, was it because of Zach picking you up? How long has he been standing there?

He didn’t know how the behave so he ran off, you following his path.

You found a lonely Monty 3 houses away, sitting alone on a bench with clenched fists

You walk down to him, “Is this seat taken?” he looks up, his eyes were filled with tears.

“Why would you even want to be here, I’ve been so mean to you?”

“ Maybe because I still care?”

“ Just go”

And right on that moment the most impulsive and probably dumb idea comes into your mind and before you know it

“ Do you want to get drunk? We’ll probably regret this tomorrow but I think we can both use this. since you’re sitting here with you fists clenched and I’m still wearing your necklace.”

He looked at you with his sad eyes nodding affirmatively.

Back at the party Monty fixed drinks for the both of you.

You were waiting outside watching a few boys playing beerpong. You were curious, how was a drunk night with monty going to end?

Monty sat next to you giving you your drink, you could smell it had lots of tequila in it, but you didn’t mind at all

“on a night we won’t remember” he said while drinking the whole thing at once.

“on a night we won’t remember” you said and you did the same

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Same Old Tricks (M)

Originally posted by magiccastles

a/n: this is, wow, just wow, I don’t know what else to say

warning(s): issa smut (shocker). If you don’t like reading about spanking, daddy kinks, orgasm denial, toy usage, restraining AND overstimulation (doesn’t this just sound like a hoot and a half), then hunny this ain’t the smut for you!

theme: you decide it’s high time you have a little fun with your boyfriend, but when you take it a bit too far, you get what’s coming to you.

word count: 2.4k


“Now, lay back down before I have to punish you again.”

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Bad Ideas (M)

Rowoon decides to finally confess to you after you’ve been away for a while, but things take a turn…

Protagonists: Rowoon & you

Word Count: 3,3k

Genre: Smut

A/N: Don’t hate me, I wanted to write my first fluffy fic, but it gave me bad ideas… The original title was “Confession”. I know he just debuted, but he’s a 96′ liner and we’re all going to Kpop hell anyway. I’m not even sorry for this one. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


It’s only now that he is in front of your building that doubts start creeping in his head. What if she didn’t miss me? What if she gets angry for dropping by unannounced? He tries to shake off this spiral of negative thoughts by stretching his back and rolling his shoulders. Rowoon looks up at the series of windows where he guesses your apartment is, wondering if you had time to unpack your suitcases.

A group of high school girls pass him on the street and he promptly looks down at his feet, hiding his eyes behind his cap. Why does she have to live so close to a school? He sighs and the black mask he is wearing sticks on his face and mouth. He might as well make a move or go back to the dorm already.

An elderly man carrying bags walks by in direction of the apartment complex and he offers to assist, seizing the opportunity to enter the building. The singer holds the front door and helps the elder get on the elevator with his bags. After a low bow and a short thankful exchange, the doors close and Rowoon is left alone in the hall. 

Should I call her? He has a strange feeling about this. He is usually confident, but the closer he gets to confess, the further away you seem.


It was a year ago, he was with Inseong on break between practices when they decided to stop by a coffee shop. They entered and he immediately noticed you, sitting with your long legs crossed at a high table near the counter. The spring sun was illuminating the whole place and time seemed to stay still for a few seconds. You ran your fingers through your hair before bringing them back on your coffee mug, your nails carelessly hitting the ceramic in rhythm.

You were smiling brightly at the guy in front of you and the whole time Rowoon and Inseong waited at the counter, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing glances your way. When he looked at you for the seventh time, your eyes locked and the air stopped in his chest. Inseong saw his face and followed his gaze with a cheeky smile.

“Minwoo-hyung!” He half-yelled in the empty coffee shop. Rowoon reluctantly turned his head and noticed for the first time that the guy sitting with you was working in marketing for their company. His name was Minwoo and he was an American-Korean who was only 3 years older than Inseong. Everyone at the company knew how much of a player he was, basically dating a new hopeless girl every month. A fire began to burn in Rowoon’s chest, spreading to his ears, making them turn bright red.

“Hi guys, I guess you’re on break? You should sit with us while you wait.” Minwoo smiled back at Inseong and gestured the high table next to them. Rowoon sat in dead silence, wondering why their hyung would want them to crash his date. This time he avoided to look at the foreigner girl, staring at the wood design of the table instead. Inseong happily introduced himself in English and you were instantly wowed by his ability.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” He immediately proceeded to ask where you were from and your age, but you just blushed and giggled the questions away.

“You’re Rowoon right?” He lifted his head amazed at the way his name fell out of your lips and sounded so marvelously smooth. When your eyes locked again, he mumbled his greetings in English with a small voice. You stared in curiosity, making it hard for him to form coherent thoughts. “I already know about SF9, I’m sorry if that’s weird”. A nervous giggle climbed your throat and the young man continued to look at you until the barista interrupted with two coffees.

“Do you guys need to go or do you want to stay with us a little longer? Y/n still has time left, right?” Minwoo kindly switched back the conversation to Korean.

“I don’t have to get back to work right away Oppa, it’s alright.” You answered in Korean with a heavy accent.

“Oh, then we also still have time. How do you speak Korean so well?” Rowoon asked politely. He was instantly more comfortable and bold in his own language. Inseong raised an eyebrow, knowing that the younger singer was the one who wanted to go back sooner to the dance studio.

“I’ve been working here for a year, Minwoo-oppa is one of my housemates.” The girl warmly grinned at him, making his heart skipped a beat. I guess they are not on a date then. He smiled back.


I need to tell her. I need to tell her how much I missed her when she was away. Rowoon presses the button to call the elevator down again. He let his feelings build up for a year before being ready to confess, if he waits any longer you might start to seriously see someone. He doesn’t want to end up being just a friend forever.

His fingers are nervously drumming the side of his thighs as the elevators doors open and he gets in. The singer pulls the mask down on his chin and press 12, the strange feeling in his guts intensifies as the lift starts to move. When he gets out on the twelfth floor, he mechanically walks to your place even if only has been there once since you moved. Rowoon barely gets to knock 2 times before you swing open the door and he bounces back in surprise.

Holy shit. She wouldn’t have answered the door half-naked, right? He gulps. His eyes wander on your legs before he looks up, avoiding eye-contact.


Your mouth forms a silent “O” when you register who’s standing at your front door. You just thought the pre-paid delivery was there and opened it without thinking. Rowoon’s gaze caresses your legs disappearing under the oversize t-shirt you threw on. The way he looks at your body longer than necessary makes you blush and you clear your throat before trying to speak.

“I thought you were the chicken!” You laugh to hide your discomfort and stare at him behind the chaos of your wet locks of hair.

“Hu-uum, well I-” Rowoon starts. Oh god, I look like a total mess. Remembering your current state, you panic and interrupt him.

“Did you miss me that much? Is that why you’re already visiting me?” You playfully hit his shoulder, trying to sound has normal as you could, but blabbering nonsense. “I just got back and took a much-deserved very hot bath.” 

WHY? Jeez, you hate yourself. The words escaped your mouth before you realized. This isn’t the kind of things you should be saying to your younger male friend. No big deal where you’re from, but Koreans are a bit more cautious with their choice of words.

“Yeah, I know that you just got back. That’s why I’m here.” He frowns. “I mean, the bath is not why I’m here. I didn’t know about the bath. It’s not something I would have known about, right? What I mean is… I’m here to see you…not see you in the bath… But it’s also logical that you would want to wash after the fligh-“ His ears are bright red and he clearly needs help to finish that speech.

“Ok, you’re being weird.” You cut him off, ending both of your sufferings “I’m sorry, I’m not on my more reserved side right now. You want to come in? I’ll behave.” Raising an eyebrow, you open the door wider. You must admit, you’re really flattered to be able to make him flustered like that.

“Wait?! Shouldn’t you put something else on?” Pure panic is perceivable in his voice and he’s staring at his feet seemingly terrified to look up. Why is he that nervous? He has seen you in your pajama before.

The only time you saw him like that was when you covered HyunA at a karaoke and tried to get him to dance with you. You were so drunk that you kept telling him repeatedly how hot he was. The next day, Rowoon was so uncomfortable he couldn’t meet your eyes, so you lied and said you didn’t remember anything. When you asked to know what you did to embarrass him, he lied too and you both never talked about it again. Great memory there, Soju-champion. A faint blush creeps on your cheeks and when you look down at yourself, you finally get his agitation.

“Rowoon… I am wearing shorts.” You make that statement in the dullest tone and move to the side to let him in. He passes you like a ghost, more dead than alive. A million thoughts run through your head. “Why would you think I’m answering the door wearing only a t-shirt anyway?” You ask trying to ease the tension of the weird atmosphere.

“I-I thought you just threw something on when you got out of the bath, sorry.” His expression is still dark, probably because of the embarrassment.

A quick knock on the door you closed seconds ago stops you from reassuring him and you accept the chicken delivery without further ceremony. When you turn around to move to the kitchen you are surprise to see the singer is still standing in the small corridor.

“I should go now and let you eat.” He asserts hastily trying to get around you and leave. You firmly grab his arms and turn him around. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your face and goosebumps spread on your arms. Rowoon towers over you, his dark eyes looking straight into yours for the first time since you opened the door.

“Then why are you here?” Your voice falls flat in the tiny space. It sounds more like an accusation than the invitation to stay longer you intended.

“I missed you.” Even if he casually said those words to you before, you feel his whisper this time is slightly different, needy. He’s still inspecting your eyes, begging you to answer a question you’re not sure he asked. Rowoon slowly licks his lips, something you know him to do when he’s edgy. Suddenly, it proves to be too much and you pull on his arm to bring him closer. Your lips brush gently against his and you immediately back off keeping your eyes shut.

“I missed you too” …But not in a friend kind of way. There goes a year of self-control, congrats y/n.

Before you find the courage to open your eyes and face him, you are being pushed to the wall. Rowoon’s lips crash on yours again, this time, fiercely. You gasp in his mouth, surprised, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He presses his body to feel you closer and you kiss him back slightly parting your lips. His right hand is on the wall next to your head while his left hand is getting lost in the wet mess of your hair.

You drop the bag of chicken on the ground to get a hold of his shoulders and keep him close. All thoughts about preserving your friendship vanished and you abandon yourself in his embrace. Rowoon’s tongue begins exploring your mouth, so soft and warm that you let out a needy moan. The young singer pulls back astonished and you seize the opportunity to take his black mask and slide his jacket off. Once they’re next to the chicken on the floor, you grab his neck, closing the gap between your lips again. It’s not too long before you’re both panting, your bodies craving each other. Rowoon drops his head, sucking gently where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Let’s move to my room.” When you lightly push him away, he pouts before obediently following you to your room.  He sits on your bed and looks up in awe as you take your shorts off. You’re staring at him, only in your panties and oversize t-shirt, waiting for him to remove his pants.

As soon as they are free, his hands are on your thighs, caressing them up and down. “I love your legs.” He deeply groans while his fingers trail up, exploring your bare skin. “Oh, I know.” You grin and climb on his lap, thinking of all those times you caught him peeking at your thighs. You tug at the hem of his t-shirt, urging him to take it off too.

When his abs are exposed you bite your lower lip and an impressed hiss escapes your mouth. “God you’re hot.” He smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “Hotter than what I told you that day at the karaoke.” He pecks your lips again but ends up chuckling against your cheeks. “I thought it was the soju…” You grab his chin and look in his dark brown irides.

“I have eyes. Did you forget I knew you as an Idol before? I already had a crush and bad ideas about you.” You begin to grind your hips against his in rhythm, making him moan as he firmly holds your ass. Between pants, Rowoon nibbles your neck and his hands explore your body. He reaches underneath your t-shirt to cup your breasts and tease your nipples.

Bad ideas, hum?” Your wetness soaks your panties with each grind of his clothed bulge against you. “Ro-Rowoon…” After a moment, you start to believe you’ll both come undone like this, but he uses his weight to flip you on the bed. Rowoon blinks, searching for his breath as you remove your t-shirt and stare innocently at him.

“y/n…” His murmur sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, he starts to kiss his way down on your body and his fingers gently touch the wetness through your lace panties. He leaves a last kiss on your right hip before giving you a lustful gaze and tossing them aside.  His thumb slides up and down your opening, spreading your wetness. You fist the sheets of your bed, trying to hold onto reality. He inserts a finger inside you, moving it carefully and gauging your reaction. “Aa-ah, please… Rowoon…” You whine and he adds a finger, feeling a bit more confident. He moves them back and forth, curling them occasionally to look at you curve your back, fascinated. He’s panting laboriously, letting out groans and scattering kisses on your soft skin. The sight of you getting off on his fingers is making him crazy. “Noona… Hum- Is this for real?”

You can’t help but wonder too, the situation seems surreal; the man of your dream is gently sucking the soft skin of your inner thigh while letting out little moans. His chest is rising and falling in rhythm, his black hair is a mess and his lips are swollen and red. Rowoon is kneeling next to your bed, in-between your legs. “Come here.” Your voice is hoarse and you sensually gesture him with your finger. He climbs up the bed to meet your needy lips. “This is real…” The weight of his body is pinning you to the mattress. It only makes you want him more and you grind your hips against his. Rowoon grunts in the kiss and drops his head in frustration. “I don’t have protection; I really didn’t think that we’d-”

“It’s okay.” You interrupt and can’t help but giggle when he thanks God and Buddha as you reach in your bedside table. In no time, Rowoon is fully naked in front of you, rolling down a condom on his length. Leaning on your elbows, you bite your lower lip, appreciating the sight. The corner of his mouth curl up in a shy smile and you notice how red his ears still are. “I can’t believe you’re still blushing.” His black gaze meets yours.

“What can I say; you have no idea the effect you have on me.” His cheesiness makes you laugh and he tries to stop it with his lips while he’s positioning himself on top of you. He begins to suck on the tip of your tongue, prolonging the embrace until you’re both searching for air. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and you gasp in anticipation but he stops his movements. “Are you sure?” His voice is almost inaudible and if you were a meter away you wouldn’t have heard it. You nod and his eyes scan yours for confirmation. What he finds seems to reassure him because he slowly sinks himself in you, still maintaining eye contact.

After few seconds of immobility, Rowoon starts to move again at a maddeningly gentle pace. “Faa-faster” You beg. He obliges and brings his palm behind your right knee to spread your legs and allow himself deeper. You both cry out when he begins to move faster and harder. The sounds of moans and skin against skin rapidly fill the room and you close your eyes, overwhelmed by your senses. Rowoon plants sloppy kisses on your neckline. You grip his hair and shoulder, his breath and saliva trailing patterns on your chest.

He lets go of your leg to drop his body closer to yours and brings his thumb to your sensitive bud. When it starts to rub little circles, you become even more of a mess, trembling and clenching your thighs against his legs. His name falls of your lips like a mantra and he returns it to you with low animal grunts. He speeds up his pace again, his hips hitting you firmly with each thrust. The mixture of pain and pleasure begins to make you lose all awareness and your orgasm builds up in your stomach. You completely reach your high right when Rowoon cries your name while coming undone. The peak of sensations sends you over the edge. Spasms take control of your body and you abandon yourself to the waves of pleasure. Rowoon collapses next to you, breathing loudly while you both try to regain composure.

After a moment, he looks at you and caresses your cheek with his index. “Are you okay?” You turn your head his way, a bit startled. “Why? Aren’t you?!” He just laughs in response and brings your body closer to his. For a few minutes, you just lay on his chest, feeling the drowsiness settle upon you both, until your stomach protests his starvation. The memories of the rest of the night hit you and you start to worry about what tonight means for your relation. You may have dream of this ever since you met him at the café, but you were kind of hoping for more than a hook up.

“Hum, so you didn’t really tell me why you came here tonight…” You look up to him, but his eyes are closed.

“Oh…” He pauses and then smiles. “To confess.”

“Oh… And how did it go?” Relieved, you chuckle excitedly.

“Hum… I think it went pretty amazing, to be honest!” You both giggle and he lovingly gazes at you through his eyelashes. Was this always this easy? We should have done that ages ago. Before any of you can add anything, your stomach makes a new protest noise and you stand up embarrassed.

“Well I guess the chicken is cold now and I have to wash up again. Care to join me in the shower?” You turn around, ready to sexily wave your hips and make him follow you to the bathroom, but he grabs your hand.

“Wait. We should warm the chicken and eat first.” Rowoon hesitates and bites his lower lip a bit embarrassed. “We could get dirty again afterwards, I mean…”  He playfully winks at you. “Why wash up? I want to know all about those bad ideas you said you had…”


- Lyly. (I live on a twelfth floor and this could be my studio #oops) ;) 

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