#RIP to the gorgeous mop tho

[haven-of-dusk]

Screenshotted from Josh's Instagram Story

I know I should be focusing on the massive turnout but I'm distracted by the fact that he CUT HIS HAIR.

[charliebattinson]

We’re Best Friends? | Del·i·cate [Part 4] | Shawn Mendes

A/N: Tbh my author’s note is getting awkward i don’t know what to say anymore haha but yeah part 4!!! Most of Shawn’s POV are flashbacks of that night just in case people are confused haha. I’ll probably edit this one of these days (probably not) Thanks for the notes guys! I honestly didn’t expect it would go at 100 so yeah thank you so much!! Constructive criticism is appreciated. Love you all xx

WARNING: Smut! (It’s not that freaky tho)

Word Count: 2.3 K

We’re moving. You meet me thrust for thrust and it feels so good. I love the way your hands feel when you pull my hair it lets me know I’m doing the right thing. I love the scratches down my back, it lets me know I’m making you feel good that you need something to cling on to. It’s the pain I could endure over and over again.

I can’t seem to get enough of your skin. The sounds you make when I put my lips around your nipple and the way your legs tighten around my hips white I bite and lick them. I love the way your lips feel when they’re kissing at my neck and collarbones; it’s soft and delicate.

Your back arches and your hand reaches up to the headboard to keep you on that spot that makes you gasp the most. Hearing you gasp is something I never thought would be music to my ears. I have this sudden urge to hold your hand so I do— our hands against the headboard. The headboard moves against the wall I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be a dent. Its hard and fast. It’s a need.

I hold your face with my hands to see how pretty your face is when I do all sort things to you and there’s a moment where you just put my thumb in your mouth and start sucking it and fuck— I never thought I would see this side of you and you would be sharing it with me.

Then it makes me think how incredible this moment is.

And as selfish as it is, I’m hoping you never share these kinds of moments with anybody else but me.

☆☆☆

I’m sitting on my bed waiting for the boy who’s naked under the sheets to wake up. He’s handsome. He has this little smile and he snores a little from time to time. His body is ripped, perfect lines and curves in all the perfect places. That V line mamma mia. His hair is a mop of messy curls. He’s the guy that’s gave me probably the most amazing night of life.

He’s Shawn. My best friend. Holy fuck. I fucked my best friend. The worlds biggest idiot.

But why doesn’t it feel weird?

I thought I was gonna wake up regretting every little thing we did last night but I don’t. In fact, I don’t think I ever will and that’s the part that scares me. It was like this was always meant to happen. I know we aren’t going to go back to the way things were. That place is long gone.

I’m sitting here in my bed with Shawn beside me. It’s not like we haven’t stayed in the same bed but it’s in different circumstances now. We’ve done things on that bed, things friends don’t do. Friends don’t think of doing to other friends.

Shawn stirs in his sleep; slowly opens his eyes and stretches. He’s fucking stretching meaning his muscles are stretching and it does all sort of things to me. Flashbacks of last night come running in my head. We had so much sex last night.

“You better replace the buttons on my shirt”

I get disturbed from my thoughts and see Shawn looking at me with sleepy eyes and a smirk. Wow my best friend is gorgeous. Who knew?. I look down at his button down I’m wearing and I bit my lip to try to hide my blush as if it’s going to work. “Sorry about that” I chuckle.

“It’s cool. Didn’t know you wanted me so much. How long have you had feelings for me?” Shawn jokes.

“You are so full of yourself sometimes maybe it’s you who’s had unrequited feelings for me all these years? I tease back.

“Oh yeah! I’ve been in love with you our whole lives and my heart breaks every time I see you with someone. That should be me by Justin Bieber was definitely my theme song.” He grins and his hands find my legs caressing them. It’s a comforting touch nothing but that. I laugh at how sarcastic he can be and reach for him to rest my face on his chest. “You’re such a fucker Shawn”

“I know. I am. You should know that by now especially with what happened last night” his hand is on my back. I love the way his hands feel on my back. I look up to him and he pulls my hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

“So” I say, raising my eyebrows

“So” he replies and he raises his eyebrows telling me to say whatever is bothering me.

“I don’t know. This is so weird. I mean what’s gonna happen now? Do I panic? Am I supposed to panic? Do I tell you to leave? Am I supposed to never speak to you again?” I’m joking around but at the same time I really have no idea on what to do. What’s going to happen next? To us?

“We could have sex again?” He asks as he reaches for the buttons of his shirt to unbutton them. I slap his hand away “Hey that’s my shirt. Give me my shirt back”

“Shawn I’m being serious here. Besides we’ve done it so many times last night. Are you not tired?”

“For you baby? Never” he smirks. Is this boy ever serious?

“Did you just call me baby?” eyeing him.

“Yes. Yes I did.” He proudly states.

“Shawn.”

“Okay I’m gonna stop. I’m serious now. Serious face on” he sits up on the headboard of my bed then makes a serious face but he ends up looking constipated. I’m trying my hardest not to laugh and I know he’s trying his best not to either. Unfortunately it doesn’t work.

“Can you just please stop fucking around for like 5 minutes” I say laughing as I pull his hair.

“Ow!! Okay okay! Let go. I’ll be serious! I promise! ” He surrenders and I let go of his hair.

“What do you want to happen now?” He asks. Shit, I thought I was ready to answer but apparently I do not.

“I don’t know. What do you want to happen? I throw back the question

“I asked you first!”

“No! I asked you first. Now shoot!”

He rolls his eyes but answers “I don’t know. I guess we’ll just play it by ear? See where this goes?” he shrugs “We’re definitely not going back to being just friends. We’re way past that.” I’m looking at him surprise at what he’s telling me. He wants to try? At least that’s what he’s suggesting. He looks at me with apprehension in his eyes

“Unless you don’t want it that way? We could just stay just friends? Which is totally fine with me you know? I mean I did have a really good time with you last night. Unless you didn’t have a good time last night and you were faking everything and if you were you should have told me it sucked then I would have made everything better for you, you know but—“ He’s blabbering and blushing. He only blabbers when he’s nervous and it’s probably one of the most endearing things about him.

“Shawn.” I cut him off. “You did good. No fuck that, you did great.” Shawn smiles at me but it’s not a cocky smile, it’s those shy but proud smiles.

“Hands down. You’re there on the top 5 sexual experiences I’ve ever had.” raising my hand at him. He really was. I never knew Shawn was so attentive. At least, attentive in bed.

“I’m at number one aren’t I?” he smirks.

“Don’t get cocky man” I scoff but then smile at him. We’re smiling ; we’re not awkward with each just shy. Everything is different definitely but it’s not the bad kind. It’s an uncharted territory we’re about to explore.

It’s delicate.

“No, yeah let’s play it by ear and just see where this goes?” agreeing with Shawn. I’m anxious about this I’m not gonna lie. I don’t know the consequences or where it’s going to end up with me and Shawn but I do wanna try. We already broke one rule so why not break more rules.

“Okay then it’s settled!” he smiles too brightly. “No regrets?” he asks me and there’s this sort of doubt in his eyes. “No regrets.” shaking my head. Me and Shawn have done a lot of stupid back then that always gets us into so much trouble but I never regretted them and I’m not regretting this either.

“You want some waffles? I bought our favorite! Chocolate chip!” I suggest to Shawn. His eyes brighten up like a kid on Christmas day. “You don’t have to ask me twice, woman!”

“Okay! I’m gonna go and toast them” I’m blushing and giggling because I realize that he’s still naked underneath my sheets so I run to my kitchen to avoid that situation of is he going to dress in front of me or is that my cue to leave.

As I wait for the waffles to toast, Shawn follows into the kitchen and goddamn it! He’s not wearing a shirt. Can he not put his shirt on? Where is his shirt? Oh wait, I’m wearing it. I realize that the only clothing I have is his button down that reaches my knees and suddenly I feel so exposed so I try to pull the hem of the shirt down.

We eat our waffles in silence both of us sitting on the countertop. I’m still thankful it’s the comfortable silence we used to share.

“So uh, Geoff called. He’s inviting us to a party later tonight. You up for it?” he says with his mouth full.

Geoff. That fucker. He’s probably smirking at me right now saying “I told you so”

“Yeah. I’m game! Where is it?” I ask. “It’s in some restaurant near Grizzly Bear. Heard the mojitos are good there” he smirks.

“Then I am most definitely going!” giggling.

“You and your precious mojitos” shaking his head. “I should probably head back to my place and freshen up.” He says as he goes back to my room to put on his shoes. “I’ll just see you later at the restaurant? or do you want me to pick you up? he asks me.

“Nah, I can just meet you there. I need to do a few things to.” I tell Shawn. I don’t really have anything to do but I just need time for myself to think about all of this.

“Alright. I’ll just forward the name of the place. Also, I’m gonna need my shirt back” Shawn smiles at me. Right, his shirt. “Oh yeah! Sorry, here you go” I start to unbutton his shirt to give it back to him but he’s turns out to give me some privacy as if he hasn’t seen everything. Like he hasn’t been everywhere. It’s a sweet gesture though. There’s this line between friendship and more than that; we’re in-between. So we’re doing everything with caution.

“Here ya go buddy.” I give Shawn his shirt back after dressing myself up with shirt and shorts.

“Thanks dude” he replies back. He puts his shirt on and head him to the front door.  “So I’ll see you later?” he asks scratching the back of his head smiling shyly at me.

“Yeah! I’ll see you later. 8 o’clock straight!” I tell him.

“Okay” he says then he kisses me on the cheek. It makes me all giddy inside right away. I’m pretty sure I look like a tomato by now. “Okay. See you Shawn” as I reach for the door to close it.

“Where am I in your top 5 though?” he asks.

“See you later, alligator” smirking then I close the door at him.

What a crazy 24 hours it’s been.

☆☆☆

We’re on our backs catching our breaths while looking at the ceiling. Tired from what we just did. I turn my head and I see you smile.

It’s my favorite view.

“Hi” I say. You giggle— it’s this adorable thing that your face does where I can’t see your eyes because you’re smiling too much. You turn to your side to face me. “Hi”

You stare at my face then your eyes and hands travel down and down and down; smirking. You start to laugh when your eyes land to my feet.

“Cool socks” you whisper to my ear

“Fuck! i forgot to take them off” looking down

“It’s okay. They’re hot. Besides I forgot to take mine off too”— you show off your minions socks that I gave you for your nineteenth birthday; you rest on your elbows and your leg is stretched out in the air and it’s incredibly sexy. You naked with nothing but socks. Huge turn on.

We’re weird.  

It hits me that I’ve probably had the best sex of my life with my Spongebob socks on. I’m hoping you feel the same with your socks.

I realize I’ve been staring at your body for way too long so when I look back at your face, you have this mischievous look that let’s me know what we’re about to do.

“Again?” I ask; it’s the same thing that’s probably running through your mind.

You grin at me then get on top of me. And its my second favorite view.

This is so bizarre—you’re this person that I’ve known since our days in the sandbox. The person who tried to scare me that the tooth fairy was going to come and eat me after I’ve lost my two front teeth. I swear I didn’t sleep that night. You’re the one who’s been on my side trying to help me make moves on girls and now you’ve become that girl. You’re this person that I seem to want everything with. Everything that goes beyond friendship.

I want more of your kisses, more of your laughs, your smiles, your moans, your jokes. More sex with socks on. More days and nights with you beside me in my bed.

I want all of it.

[katrinawritesthings]

junghee/taeyeon; a fic dump; pg

one time i watched the mv for joan jett’s bad reputation and i wanted to write a Short Small drabble au where jung was a punky biker babe that listened to bad reputation on repeat while actually caring Very Much about her bad reputation and tae was a punky biker babe that Actually didn’t care about her bad reputation

but then i thought about it too much and it got too long and it turned into like ???? two separate fics???? but one??? like i was gonna do Each Scene Two Times to be both from jung’s and tae’s pov and like listen the point is i’m never gonna finish it lmao so here it is

tw for some mentions of transphobia and some misgendering tho

Taeyeon enters her life in a silent whoosh of denim and indifference.

Taeyeon, to Junghee, is a long list of small moments that feel like eternities.

When she first meets Taeyeon, it’s nothing more than a glance. Junghee is the new girl around (in this part of town, anyway), moved with her family and using the unsettlement and stress as an excuse to take as many more months off from looking for a job as she possibly can. She’s going on five years out of high school, her anxiety only getting worse as her father finally leaves her mother to take care of her and her sister fully. What relief she did feel at his departure was quickly forced out by money worry, bills and necessities and the capitalistic push to sell herself and be useful in order to deserve life. At least her mother supports her gender.

Her previous dips into the whole punky, back-alley-biker, young adult rebel scene were tentative, quick. She knew too many people at the hangout by her old home. Too many people that would see right through her new look, know her whole attitude was a lie. This new area is a fresh start. The people sharing cigarettes between the videogame shop and the auto parts store don’t know her heavy lidded eyes and rouged cheeks are there to change her frequent glances down into boredom and hide her involuntary blushes. The groups parked out in the drive-in theatre won’t guess that her studded jackets and spiked jewelry are to intimidate people away out of fear instead of disdain. No one loitering around the other small shops at night will suspect her long brown ponytail is left simple and inconspicuous to avoid attention.

When she first meets Taeyeon, it’s her third day on the scene. Gwiboon has already made friends with her and she’s leaning on the hood of Gwiboon’s car, playing with the end of her ponytail and just glancing up at the rest of the area every so often. Gwiboon chatters to whoever next to her, not forcing her to talk but not excluding her either, and she picks at her nails and appreciates the protection and company.

Taeyeon enters her life in a silent whoosh of denim and indifference. She’s with two others, and it’s their legs that Junghee sees first block her unfocused view of the ground. Blinking and looking up, her eyes follow ripped black skinnies, one hand in a butt pocket and another around a waist, a studded jean jacket, and dirty blonde hair framing a face that makes Junghee’s breath leave her lungs.

Taeyeon taps Gwiboon and mumbles something that Junghee doesn’t hear because she’s too lost in the heavy makeup around her eyes, the plush outline of her lips, the sharp line of her jaw. Gwiboon nods and waves her away, and that’s when she looks at Junghee.

Junghee watches Taeyeon’s dark eyes look her up and down and feels like she’s being searched all the way to her soul. She meets Junghee’s gaze for half a second before she looks away and keeps walking with the other two, no reaction, no greeting, no nothing.

It was just a look, just a glance, not even two seconds, but Junghee feels that moment lingering on her body for the rest of the night.

~

Junghee, to Taeyeon, is a short list of drawn-out experiences that are never long enough.

jung was so gorgeous and so interesting and tae wishes she stayed back and talked to her and introduced herself and she keeps looking back at her across the parking lot for the whole night

~

and then they get to know each other more i guess i tbh never planned this part out

~~

“Oh, fuck.”

“Hmm?” Taeyeon lifts her gaze from the syrup rail she’s been lazily wiping down for the passed few minutes. Jessica doesn’t reply; her coworker is squinting through the windows in front of the parlor and whispering more curses under her breath.

“Don’t do it you fuck,” she hisses. “Don’t do it, don’t you fucking do it, I just put away the--” Taeyeon watches with a slow blink as the person outside grabs the door handle and lets themself inside, ten minutes before closing. “God, boys are trash,” Jessica breathes, and then, “Hi! Welcome to Baskin Robbins,” she smiles, bright and peppy and excited. Taeyeon snorts and goes back to her cleaning. The assumption of their customer’s gender nags at the back of her mind but she’s honestly too tired to even grumble about it. She’s never listened to anyway. Here, her quiet is taken as rudeness and introversion instead of thoughtfulness and authority.

She folds her rag after wiping off one final speck of dust, stuffing it in her back pocket and pulling her pen out instead to scribble her initials down on the task list. Looking up to glance at their latest customer as they look over the flavors, soft brown eyes and a telling mole between their collarbones make her do a doubletake. Oh.

“Jess, I’ll take them if you wash the sinks for me,” she mumbles, stepping by the register and tapping Jessica’s elbow to get her attention.

“Oh, nice, thanks,” Jessica says, and leaves for the cleaning stuff without looking back. Taeyeon leans up on the counter, quietly watching their late customer bite their lip and wiggle a finger contemplatively between regular vanilla and vanilla cake batter ice cream. After another moment, they look up, scan for an employee, and find Taeyeon.

She doesn’t do a doubletake, but by the way she starts and then bites her lip even deeper, one hand lifting to twist in her shirt collar, Taeyeon confirms that it’s Junghee and knows that Junghee recognizes her too.

“Hey J,” she says.

“Oh. Um. Hi,” Junghee mumbles, almost whispers. The tight grip she has on her collar almost hides the way her hand shakes. “I didn’t know you, um. Worked here,” she says. Taeyeon shrugs. No one does, really.

“If I was at the Baskin Robins by the hangout no one would ever leave me alone,” she says. This location is far enough away that none of the usual skaters or bikers come by and recognize her. Except one, apparently.

She keeps seeing Junghee try to reach for her ponytail to twist and hold, but her hand keeps twitching through thin air.

“Can I get a small vanilla cake batter, please,” Junghee manages to say. “No toppings.”

“Mmhmm.” Taeyeon slides easily to the ice cream, grabbing the scoop that Jessica just cleaned and reaching into the vanilla cake batter bin. As she’s digging up the usual amount, she glances at Junghee again. Her lips are just as thick and plush looking without any dark lipstick dramatizing them. Her lashes are shorter without mascara but still long enough to fan over her unconotured cheeks as she stares at the floor.

“I’ll be done cleaning up soon,” she says as she plops Junghee’s scoop into the small cup. “You should wait around for me. We can chill.” It’ll be just like when they chill with the others at the ice cream shop by the hangout, only just the two of them. Junghee glances at her anxiously as she plucks a napkin from the dispenser on top of the counter.

“Sure,” she says. Taeyeon hands her the ice cream, Junghee hands her a five, Taeyeon hands her her change, and Junghee walks out of the shop into the night. Taeyeon watches her scoot down the sidewalk a little bit for a moment before taking the scoop to rewash. She finishes cleaning up the shop with Jessica, rewiping the counters, organizing and washing the cabinets, sweeping and mopping the floor. When she’s done, she grabs her jacket from the break room and leaves Jessica to do the final lock up of everything.

Stepping outside, Taeyeon runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face so she can look around. The warm breeze sends stray leaves scuttling across the cement of the sidewalk. The sky is a dusky, almost light blue as the summer stars twinkle down at her. One lone soul on a skateboard rolls through the parking lot and two empty ice cream cups sit out on one of the umbrella tables in front of the shop.

No Junghee.

Taeyeon sighs as she starts forward to grab the garbage some anus left for her to clean up. She guesses she can’t blame Junghee for leaving. It’s been almost twenty minutes and she wasn’t exactly her usual self. She won’t lie and say she didn’t like how Junghee looked in just a simple tank top and jeans, but it definitely wasn’t her normal tough girl leather and lace look.

The empty cups aren’t sticky, which she is incredibly grateful for as she picks them up. There’s a dumpster between the parlor and the bookstore next to it so that’s where she goes, holding the cups away from her as she shuffles tiredly over the sidewalk. As she nears the corner, she hears a faint, muffled song and the familiar distorted crackles of cheap headphones playing too loudly. She recognizes the song, too, and so isn’t surprised when she enters the little alley to find Junghee leaning up against the wall and quickly trying to apply thick eyeliner with her phone as a mirror.

She doesn’t have her regular studded leather jacket, but she’s pulled a dark jacket on over her tank top anyway. The hood is up and her long brown ponytail drapes over her shoulder, quickly finger-brushed and a little more mussed than usual. It looks like she’s almost done with her face, too, and Taeyeon has to be impressed with how well she’s done so quickly, even if her blush is a little heavier than usual.

Taeyeon tosses the cups into the open dumpster, then stuffs her hands into her pockets and leans up on the wall next to Junghee. As she does so, the song playing from the headphones dangling over Junghee’s ear fades out and then starts again right away. Taeyeon snorts.

“For someone that listens to ‘Bad Reputation’ on repeat, you sure care a lot about your reputation,” she says. Junghee glances at her, bites a dark burgundy lip, looks back to her reflection and finishes bringing her eyeliner to a point.

“Mmhmm,” she hums. Taeyeon watches her put her eyeliner pencil into her bag, hesitate, and then take out her mascara wand next.

“Why?” Taeyeon asks.

“What?” Junghee asks, uncapping it and bringing it to her left eye. Taeyeon shifts closer to watch the fuzzy little bristles roll over her lashes.

“Why are you always fixing your makeup and doing your hair and making sure you look perfectly badass?” she asks. She knows it’s not vanity, and even if it was, it seems kind of unnecessary here, with just the two of them, miles away from anyone else that would care. Junghee glances at her again, but stays silent as she does her lashes. When she’s done, she puts her phone and mascara into her bag and shrugs, looking at her fingers picking at the chipped paint at the wall.

“You mean, like, besides the crushing fear of, uh. You know, like.” She waves her hand in little circles, gestures at Taeyeon, gestures at her done up face, rubs her hand self-consciously over her throat. She has no bandana to cover it tonight, apparently.

“Violent transmisogyny?” Taeyeon guesses. Junghee flinches; it’s a little movement, but Taeyeon still catches it and frowns at herself for being so bluntly right. “Sorry,” she mumbles. She didn’t mean to give Junghee more anxiety. Junghee keeps looking down as she shakes her head.

“It’s fine,” she mumbles.

“Don’t lie to me,” Taeyeon snaps. She might be far from her usual element, but she still won’t let people act like she can’t fuck up. Her tone brings Junghee’s eyes to hers, big and guilty but not as scared as before.

“Sorry,” she says. Taeyeon reaches up to fix her hood up straighter as an acceptance of that apology. Junghee leans minutely closer to her touch and lifts a sleeve-covered hand to squish her bottom lip. “Besides that,” she mumbles. “Dysphoria, and, you know, confidence.” She shrugs. Taeyeon shrugs back. Not how she deals with dysphoria, but she gets it. If Junghee doesn’t want anyone she knows to see her undone up, then Taeyeon will do her best to forget how she looked when she walked into the shop. “Plus I like how when I kiss people the lipstick rubs off on them,” Junghee adds. Taeyeon snorts.

“Yeah?” she asks, raising her brows. That’s as good of a reason as any other she’s ever heard. She leans her forearm on the wall and her head on her forearm, looking down at Junghee quietly. She didn’t know the new girl in her gang made a habit of kissing anyone. She wonders what it would be like, to have those thick lips pressed against hers. Nice, probably.

“Do you kiss people a lot?” she asks.

u know what??? u know the whole reason i started this au??? was to have tae pulling a v anxious jung to sit on the hood of her car and make out behind the ice cream shop??? like that was it??? that was all i wanted to write??? and then i was a fucking gremlin and made it rly big and then i never got around to writing it and then it was Too big and then when i Finally wrote the one part that was supposed to Lead to the original idea u kno what i did??? i never fuckin finished it

but tae takes her to the regular hangout since she got herself all done up and then they don't make out that night bc jongs busy being wiggly and anxious but after another few nights they make out on the hood of taes car behind the baskin robins at the hangout and its Good