#it used to be that i could whip out my snapchat and instantly record and its my fave thing abt it to this day its the only “social media”

[faerie-goddess]

i chose "turn off notifications" for a REASON. now im being hit with your STUPID fucking "DO YOU WANT TO TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS?" NOTIFICATIONS!!!???

[makebank]

powerpuff girls

summary: bricks writing challenge!! you and your kook boys argue flirt over your costumes. @bricksatanakinswindow

warnings: cursing, drinking, hints/talk of smut

word count: 1.3k

a/n: so this is technically kelce x reader but is pretty much kook boys x reader. the readers just a lil catch and all the boys want her. i just thought it needed two gifs oops

“Happy Halloween!” You yell in excitement with a little shimmy as Kelce opens the front door. Your elation quickly deflates on sight of the tall boy. He’s too busy ogling your outfit to notice your blatant frown.

“Now that is hot,” he obliviously drools over you. “Kelce! What are you wearing?” He shoots you a puzzled look. You glare as you zone in on his bubblegum pink attire. You already knew what the two dimwits in the vacant house would be wearing. 

“Shit, y/n. I’m sorry. I completely forgot,” he scrambles to apologize for his innocent mistake. Weeks ago you and Kelce had decided to do a couples costume. He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything, but you were the closest with him out of the trio. It was a cheesy idea but you didn’t care. You two decided one extremely belligerent drunk night that he would be Hugh Hefner, which left you as a playboy bunny. The duo was definitely over done, but in your giddy intoxication it sounded like the best idea ever. You unintelligently assumed he would remember that conversation after that. 

You were left standing on Rafe’s front porch in your lonely lingerie costume. Your large bunny ears on display slightly tilted from your pout. Your tight black one piece hugging all your curves in the right places as your fishnet stockings lengthen your legs. Kelce still standing dumbfounded at your risqué wear and height from your sharp stilettos, you sigh and push past him into the house.

“Holy shit,” Rafe’s jaw falls to the floor as he smacks Topper’s chest to get his attention. Topper’s eyes widen once he realizes what Rafe’s fussing about. “Fuck me. What are you wearing y/n?” You huff at your other friends as they gawk at you, not being used to seeing you show yourself off.

“Well somebody was supposed to match with me, but it looks like the bros beat the hoe this time.” You side eye Kelce as he shuts the front door looking guilty. “I said it was my bad. I was fucked up y/n. Can you ever forgive me?” he begs with his soft eyes and puffed out lip. You always had a weak spot for the broad, sensitive rich-skinned boy. I mean look at him, he’s a tall drink of water and you were always thirsty for him. 

You pretend to mull it over, “I guess so. Anything for my favorite boy.” You wink at him and he instantly perks up. “Hey, what about us?” Topper sulks reeling for your attention. Rafe nods his head in agreement. “You know I love you all. C’mere,” as you motion grabby hands to your boys. They all eagerly wrap you in a group hug.

The boys did look amazing in color, so you couldn’t be too mad while eyeing them. Topper in his bright baby blue shade that brought out his eyes. He was definitely easy on the eyes, with his perfect smile and chiseled jawline. Rafe in a color that normally looked hideous on him was doing him wonders in a different shade. His seafoam green hue made him appear slightly evil, which gave you the chills. Him being Buttercup was fitting, since he was always a little grump. You weren’t sure how you got lucky with the smoking hot trio, but you were easily the main attraction tonight. Their toned and taut bodies had nothing on your wicked figure for the night.

“Now, when did you all decide to be the powerpuff girls?” you tease staring at their matching tight shirts, jeans, and color coordinated vans. They chuckle a little bit remembering the scene. Rafe has a smug look that tells you all you need to know, “Oh, it was just something that Maybank kid said.” Kelce high fives Topper, “It got us thinking about how cool we’d actually look, so here we are.” You narrow your eyes at their logic but decide it’s better not to ask questions.

“Before everyone gets here, shots?” Topper offers always being the first to initiate it. No one disagrees so he starts pouring double shots of vodka. “Doubles already? What are you guys trying to take advantage of me tonight?” you question jokingly scanning their faces.

They all laugh knowing they’d never. “Oh, we wouldn’t have to get you drunk for that. We know you’re dying to get us all in bed,” Rafe smirks sharing glances with the others. Kelce joins in, “All together, too.” And now they’re all doubled over trying to catch their breaths and stop the tears. You laugh along, but silently you know you wouldn’t say no to that. I mean just imagine. You shake your head to rid yourself of those impure thoughts of your friends. 

Topper whips out his snapchat and starts recording as you all down your first shot of the night cheering ‘trick or treat’ together. You love being lame with your best friends. Some people start to arrive, so you make your rounds kissing each of your kook boys on the cheek as you know you won’t see them the whole night. You linger on Kelce just a bit longer and he takes notice looking you up and down. 

Before they all run off you make once last pass at them, “Hm, guess I better go find my Hugh Hefner for the night?” They all instantly glare at you being considerably overprotective of any guy that comes near you. “Not a chance,” Rafe demands. “More like you’re our Hugh and we’re your house bunnies,” Topper lightens the mood but is still just as serious. Bubbles was a good selection for him. You ponder for a moment what they’d look like in a skimpy playboy outfit before Kelce interrupts. “If anyone’s gonna be your man for the night, it’s me.” Kelce was usually not one to speak up and make moves but that double shot apparently hit him. You all stare at him in shock from his confidence. As soon as the surprise wears off, you feel the heat rush through your body at his possession. Him being Blossom finally made sense as he took charge. 

“Is that right?” you play along to his sudden courageousness. He doesn’t miss a beat as he nods his head. It seems as if the others register what’s happening and jump to their defense. “Hey, no fair I called dibs in like 4th grade,” Topper whines. Rafe rolls his eyes. “Fuck your dibs. I’m clearly the hottest, so I win by default.” They all start arguing, something about ‘dibs being sacred’ and ‘who is the hottest’. Clearly you’ve thought about them all that way, but have always been scared to break up your group dynamic. How could you ever choose? But now with the way Kelce had been giving you attention and asserting himself, you may be ready to risk it. 

Nevertheless, for now you were fine with lowkey pining after them all as they did in return. You pour more shots during their debate and start handing them out as a distraction. “To my playboy bunnies?” They all sincerely smile at you and repeat your toast as you clink glasses.

Just as your finishing, the pogue clique saunters in. JJ takes one look at your group as he’s rendered speechless, before they all burst out laughing. “So your boys took my advice to heart, huh?” the blond boasts. You nod your head with a giant grin at how cute they looked, “yeah, it was kind of perfect for them.” JJ decides to be his charming self and take a chance, “You look kind of perfect for me.” You shake your head, he could never pass up a good pick up line and chance to rile up the others. 

You mouth ‘smooth’ at him as the trio surrounds him ready to fight like always. You take this as your cue to leave. “I’m gonna do my rounds. Have fun boys,” you strut off into the now full swing party. You leave the boys who all have a special place for you in their heart to sort out their own problems, as you go find more trouble to stir up. Halloween always did bring out the wild side in everyone. 

everything taglist: @dpaccione @drewswannabegirl @outerbanksjjforever @diverdcwn @sunwardsss @sportygal55 @rafej-cambanks @mdlyncline @jjbanks @jjbabyouterbanks

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Girl you need, pt.2

Summary: Friends to lovers didn’t really work out for Y/N and Grayson after Grayson made the big mistake of not telling her he is already involved with someone else.

Warnings: angst

Word count: ~ 2.8k

Part one

Months have passed and I remained in my own bubble. Routine. That's the way I survived. School, work, home. It was a sure way to avoid any reminders of the man who broke my heart worse than anyone before him. I gave him that power – the power to annihilate me, reduce me to a sobbing mess at two after midnight upon dreaming of him.

It hurt. So. Damn. Much.

I don't know if you've ever had someone in your life that you put on a pedestal. In your heart and in your mind that person could do no wrong. They represented all you were searching for, and not just in this life, but every life you've lived before - if you believe in reincarnation. Hell, I was so sure that he was made for me and that this was our origin story. I truly thought whatever his soul is made of matched the material used on mine. I believed the universe stitched out this spider web where we wandered, balanced on the strings until they led us to one another.

I was such a romantic fool. I wished I could go back in time and slap myself. Shake myself up until I saw the truth I was so blind to.

Until I got that call.

„Y/N, it's Lisa. I know it's been a long time, but I could really use your help with the boys. Grayson is really out of it and Cameron is trying to help, but it's not going as planned.“ I frown, feeling my heart drop once I heard his name, the very name I refused to even think about let alone utter out loud. What made me frown deeper is the fact Lisa called for my help and she never calls just for kicks.

„What happened?“ I try to remain calm, wondering if perhaps something terrible occurred and my chance to see the asshole who broke my heart, and then proceeded to set the pieces on fire, was gone.

„They both had surgery and they're loopy and bleeding and I can't get them in the car. I'll send you the address.“ And the line went silent, the message coming through almost immediately after with the address of a private clinic ten minutes away from my house...Three minutes with a good Uber driver.

Shaking, my stomach in knots, I swallow a growing lump in my throat and start grabbing my things.

„Hey, I'm gonna be out for the day.“ I warn my roommate as she hands me my bag, silently admiring the ring she claims to have received from an admirer. It was enchantingly beautiful.

While I waited for the driver to get me to the locations, I felt myself slipping into a confused state of anger and sadness. Never a good combination, is it?

And maybe I try to tell myself I've moved on and forgotten all about it, but the truth is that I am so far from being okay. I bury myself in obligations, so many things to stop myself from thinking too much only to fall asleep quickly and sleep without any dreams because I'm too tired to dream. But, even though I try to keep myself from having quiet moments in life not to think about it, it's still something that creeps up on me, even in the middle of my busy days. I stumble upon a meme I know he'd laugh at, or eat something he'd rave about for days, or hear a song I know he'd be posting to Snapchat with an appropriate sunset view. He's still there in the back of my mind, crawling his way through my sanity and forcing me to remember the hurt he caused.

However, the moment I come to the clinic, I find the reason behind Lisa's call. While Grayson is spinning in circles and Cameron is trying to grab him, Ethan is lying on the concrete, curled up like a ball while his mother is talking to him.

Walking toward them a bit faster, I hear Grayson making 'chu chu' noises and Ethan is just rambling incoherently.

„Woah. What the hell?!“ I exclaim, stopping Grayson in his spot. But, he stumbles toward me, grabbing onto my shoulders a little too roughly before steadying himself and chuckling...it sounded more like choking.

„You're so pretty and fluffy like a cloud.“ He chuckles again, his eyelids dropping before he widens his eyes purposefully and puts on a straight face.

„Woah, bro. It got really dark for a moment. Like it was night, but it's day again!“ His fingertips dig into my shoulders and I press my lips together, watching Cam film the whole thing, trying to stop herself from laughing.

„Oookay, buddy. You're definitely out of it.“ I put a hand around his waist, making him drop one of his hands as we embrace in a side hug. Leading him toward the car, I try to ignore his awed stare to the best of my ability. It's unnerving, heavier than his body leaning on me and just as disarming.

„You're gonna sit here and wait for me, okay?“ I help him sit inside, watching him nod and do as I asked, his head tilting so his eyes follow my every move.

Wanting to help with Ethan, I turn on my heel, only to find him rushing toward me with a lopsided smile and his arms open wide, Lisa running after him in exasperation.

A bear hug, bone crushing, soul searching, warm kind of a hug is what hit me next, his weight almost entirely crushing me.

„I missed you so much.“ He mumbles as Lisa pushes him off and to the other side, letting me sit between the guys before helping Ethan in. It's hard to miss Cam's questioning eyebrow raise for Ethan seemed more himself than Gray did and his outburst of affection was suspicious.

„Oh, you're here?“ Grayson suddenly speaks up, his eyes half open and his tongue sticking out. It’s clear he doesn’t remember me helping him inside, nor anything before.

„It wasn't your fault. It's mine. God...I really fucked everything up this time, didn't I?“ Both Lisa and Cam whipped around to look at me, definitely a thousand questions running through their minds as I blushed deeply, sweating profusely.

However, it was like a switch for Grayson. He seemed to have forgotten what he said, taking out his phone to record a snap, starting it with: „What's up motherfuckers?!“ while Ethan tries to calm him down: „Relax, bro.“

Grayson's eyes flicker from Ethan to me, looking back at the camera. „I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry.“ Continuing mumbling about being Gucci or something...It's like his dyslexia has caught up with his mouth too.

„Alright. Get them home and into bed. Easy, right?“ Cam sighed, giving me a look that meant we'll talk later and in detail. It seems as if neither of them knew about what happened between Grayson and I.

Just as the thought passed through my mind, he leaned his head on my shoulder and took my hand in his, examining each knuckle carefully. I want to push him off, ignore his advances. They aren't genuine anyways. Not while he's hopped up on painkillers.

„You're not wearing my ring?“ He whines in my ear, making me furrow my eyebrows and turn my head to the side to face his wrinkled forehead and murky brown eyes filling with tears.

„What ring?“ I groan, already sick of his behavior and the constant need to touch me. Space and lots of it. That's what I need and he doesn't seem to budge an inch.

„He gave a butterfly ring to you as a sorry.“ Ethan whispers, as if he's trying to help me which only confuses me. It must be a part of their loopiness. Shrugging, I tap my shoulder for him to lean on. And he does. Instantly. But so did Ethan.

Both fell asleep rather quickly, allowing us to get them home safely.

Putting an arm around me, Grayson leaned on me almost entirely as I managed to get him inside his bedroom and on the bed. Tucking him in, I barely get a chance to stand before his fingers curl around my wrist and he tugs me back toward him.

„It really hurts, Tinkerbell.“ The pain laced in his voice, the sheer confusion and the cracks...it forced me to sit back down. The emotional pain I've carried around for so long finally caught up with me as I watched him flutter his eyes, his long eyelashes just as entrancing as they used to be.

Sighing, I lean in and gently, almost feather like, peck his swollen nose - right above his gauze. He flinches, seemingly frightened of the pain to come, but then his eyes snap open and his lips curl into a small smile.

„I kissed it better.“ I smile back, unable to withhold that small courtesy. He won't remember anything anyway.

„But that's not where it hurts the most.“ He says quietly, shyly, his right hand lifting to his chest as he taps it lightly, the G on his hand making me wonder if the doctors seriously labeled him to tell which twin is which. But then I realize I'm just trying to distract myself from what's really the problem...does he say his heart hurts?

„Why, Gray?“ Am I going to hell for extracting some half truths from a guy high on painkillers? Probably.

„Cause I loved you. And I los-lost you.“ He stumbles over his words, clearly exhausted and slipping up.

„What about your girlfriend?“ I keep on asking, feeling my heart hammer inside my chest longingly. Even after everything, I still want him. There is a serious flaw in my code.

„Left her the same day.“ His hand tightens around mine ever so slightly as his voice wavers and I feel heat rush to my face.

„You never responded to any of my letters. You don't even wear my ring.“ He said sadly, his eyes flooding with tears once more as I realize there is something more to the story. He wouldn't be able to come up with these things in this state...let alone repeat them if they were a lie.

„Do you still...“ I pause, knowing this is bad and that I probably need professional help...this is like self harming – going to the same person who put a dagger in your heart expecting them to heal you...it's not how the world works. It always makes it worse, giving them a chance to twist the dagger and damage you further.

„I do still love you.“ A lump forms in my throat, my eyes falling to his hand on mine, watching his fingers rubbing up and down on my skin.

Leaning in once more, I press a kiss to his cheek this time around, resting my forehead on his for just a moment with my eyes closed and my heart undeniably open. Open as the stitches I hand-placed ripped open and let him in. God, I hate him for doing that again.

„All better.“ He whispers and I open my eyes, smiling softly at him before moving away and he lets me go as his eyes close shut.

Closing his door behind me, I run into Lisa who seemed to be waiting for me.

„So, what happened?“ She asked, Cameron walking down the hall from Ethan's room with her best 'better talk now' look.

„It paints your son in a bad way and I don't want to ruin the image you have of him. Deep down, he's a good guy who just did a really shitty thing.“ I shrug, trying to walk past them, but Cameron instantly blocks my path.

„Grayson lied about dating someone, while loving Y/N, so he slept with Y/N and then thought he got her out his system and Y/N found him the day after in here when he was going to fuck his girlfriend, when he then told her some bad stuff and then she left. And Grayson broke up with the bimbo and called Y/N all the time, wrote heartfelt letters cause she likes that shit and even bought her a gold butterfly ring in Barcelona and she never responded.“ Ethan's nasal, loopy explanation left us all with mouths agape and shocked, forcing Cameron to take him back again while Lisa looked at me with sympathy.

„He really did fuck up.“ Lisa said, making my eyes widen, nearly falling out of my head. I've never heard her cuss before and I'm not sure if I should laugh considering her exasperation with her boy's behavior, or cower in fright because if looks could kill, Grayson would be in big trouble.

„I just...don't understand. Both of them are loopy, but their story is the same. They both claim he tried to earn my forgiveness and make everything right...something doesn't add up.“ I frown, placing my hands on my hips as I cast my eyes to the floor in thought.

And then I remember.

„Shit!“ I exclaim, turning to Cameron who just returned.

„I'll be back soon, I think my roommate did this. She always had a thing for Grayson and she's been wearing this golden butterfly wing that matches what both of them said.“

Running out, I go straight home. I did borrow Grayson's Porsche...serves him right. But, an hour of fighting and a 'if you don't give the ring back, you will lose a finger too' threat, I had all the letters on my bed and the ring on top. Each letter was comprised of my favorite movie quotes and a photo of us, his heartfelt apology and explanation why he chose just that photo with it. I didn't have time to comb through them all, wanting to be there when he wakes up.

I sat on his bed, waiting for him to wake up, just listening to him breathe as I read his letters slowly, carefully and with tears clouding my vision. He really did love me. He really was sorry.

But does he still feel the same?

„Pretty angel dream. I like it.“ Grayson's mumbling made me smile, making me wipe away the tears and face him.

„Hey, stranger. How are you?“ Laying down beside him, I rest my left hand, palm open on his chest and my head on his shoulder.

„Better with you here.“ His hand clasps mine, stopping short once he feels something unfamiliar. I see him looking down, his eyes softening as his face relaxed.

„You're wearing my ring.“ The endearing tone isn't lost on me, warming my heart as I snuggle into his neck and press a feather light kiss on his warm skin.

„I'm never taking it off.“

„Does this mean you forgive me?“ He questions, firmly clasping my hand now as if he's afraid of the answer he might receive.

„Only if you say you love me instead of writing it.“ I tease, feeling him tense up.

„I do. I do love you, but I might not remember this tomorrow and I want to tell you that sober.“ He rushed his words, undeniably making my anger dissolve entirely and my heart fall right back into his hands.

„But you just said it, and you said it earlier as well, so...just keep repeating it.“ I say quietly, ignoring my heartbeat going haywire at the prospect of us being more than just friends.

„I will. After all, you're both the girl I need and the girl I want.“

Tags: @xalayx @fallinginlove-16 @accalialionheart @heyits-claire @daddygraysonsbitch @dolandolll  @dolanstwintuesday

[noahscents]

Frustrated - Noah Centineo Imagine

anonymous said:

Okay so it’s no secret that Noah is like the softest human alive. And because of that I feel like he would sometimes get insecure especially if his gf and him hadn’t spent much time together lately. Could you please write a fic about that? Like y/n is hanging out with a male co-worker alot a Noah feels neglected/quiet when y/n figures out what’s up she comforts/reassures him? With a cute cuddly ending obvs!!

You got it!!

I’m gonna have this build off my STEM Reader x Noah Imagine, so be sure to read that beforehand! Additionally, check out my masterlist!

Word Count: 1,328

“Babe. Bab-Babe! I gotta go.” You say, attempting to break from Noah’s grasp. “I was almost late yesterday.”

“But I’m gonna miss youuuuuuuuu.” He says, pouting. He throws himself back on his couch like a toddler, frustrated.

“But don’t you want a smart, independent, financially secure girlfriend?” You says, straightening out your blouse and putting on your blazer.

“You know I don’t care about the last category.” He says, voice muffled through a pillow.

“Fine, we can split the bills 80/20 because of the gender wage gap.” You say, kissing the top of his head. “See you later!!” 

You grab your keys and take the elevator down to the garage. Your phone buzzes almost instantly, and it’s a snapchat from Noah. You open it and it’s a photo of him pouting with the caption, 

miss u already :(

Dork.

Living with Noah has been amazing. After your apartment was cleaned you moved back in to finish out the rest of the Spring Session, but Noah insisted you moved in with him for the summer. At first you were hesitant, but once you finally got your dream internship at Google--which just so happened to be 10 minutes away from Noah’s apartment--you decided to take him up on his offer.

As you pull up to the parking lot and into your space, you let out a deep sigh. You loved interning here and you were learning fast, but the other interns were so... rigid. The only friend you’ve made here is a guy named Max, who’s a year above you at his school.

“Hey!” Max says, as you get out your car.

“Oh. Hey Max!” You say, locking it.

“This is like... the second time we’ve gotten here at the same time.” He says, laughing.

“Well, great minds think alike.” You say, “And you sure do bring a new meaning to business causal.”

“My Henley shirt is casual,” He says, “but the checkered blazer is business.” He says, putting it on.

You shrug.

“You’re lucky Google is chill.” You say, laughing.

Shoot, I forgot to snap Noah back.

You whip out your phone, close your eyes, and make a kissy face. You type out, 

Maybe I’ll come home for lunch ;)

Before you hit send, you notice Max in the background of the photo sticking his tongue out. You shrug and sent it anyways.

“Thanks for photobombing, my guy.” You say with a chuckle as you approach the door.

He jumps in front of you to open the door.

“No problem.” He says, crossing his legs and bowing.

You roll your eyes and walk through.

By the time lunch rolled around, you were knee deep in coding a new menu-toggle for a new function in Google Docs. However, your stomach didn’t care.

Can’t. Stop. Coding.

You check your phone.

12:30pm.

At this rate, I’ll be done in 30 minutes. That’ll leave me another 30 minutes to eat-

*thump*

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a savory-smelling Spaghetti Bolognese being placed on your desk. Your mouth starts watering.

“I saw you over here with your head in the screen.” He says, smiling. “God bless, Postmates! And the company card.” He holds up an American Express Gold Card.

“Oh my god, thank you.” You say, taking the lid off.

“No worries.” He says, “I’ll let you get back to that.”

As soon as you fork a hefty amount into your mouth, your phone starts buzzing in your pocket. You take it out and it reads,

Incoming FaceTime Video

Noah Fifty-Cent 🤪

Fuck, I forgot I had said I might come back.

You answer it.

“Hey, babe!” You say, trying not to have your smile riddled with guilt.

“Hey... I’m guessing you can’t come back.” He says, sighing.

“Yeah, I’m sorry baby. I’m coding a new function for Google Docs and it’s taking forever.” You say.

“It’s okay, I get it.” He says, smiling a bit, “I mean I don’t because I’m not wicked smart and can’t code-”

“Shut up.” You say, laughing.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says, blowing a kiss to the camera.

“I’ll see y-” You say.

“Hey, y/n. One last thing-” Max says, walking into the frame. You turn to face him.

“Yeah?” You say.

“Could you-” He says, before seeing Noah’s face through the call. “Oh. Hey, man!”

“Hey Max...” Noah says. You turn back to face your phone.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” You say.

“Yeah, see you.” He says before hanging up. You turn back to face Max.

“Ah... sorry about that. I just left my phone on your desk.” He says, picking it up. “Later.”

“Bye!” You say, turning back around.

Well, this spaghetti isn’t gonna eat itself.

By the end of the day, you’ve finished the menu along with half of tomorrow tasks. Feeling accomplished, you shut your computer down and head to your car. You flip out your phone and record a Snapchat for Noah.

“Since you’ve been waiting so patiently, fire up your favorite movie and have it ready. I’ve placed an order at our favorite place with the outrageously gooey brownies and the lasagna that tastes like your dad’s-” You say, until you’re interrupted.

“Hey, y/n!” Max says.

“Oop. Ah, okay.” You turn around, and then back to the camera, “I’ll be home soon! Mwah!” You say, blowing a kiss to the camera. You type in his username and send the video.

“Hey...” Max says.

“Yeah?” You say turning to Max.

“A few of the people in the offices are going to this dope lil’ bar a couple blocks down. Did you wanna come with us?” He says, smiling.

“Ah, thanks! But I’m having a night in with my boyfriend.” You say.

“Oh, dope.” He says, “Next time, then?” 

“Yeah! Have a goodnight!” You say, hopping in your car.

“You too!” He says before walking to his own.

~

“Babyyyyyyyyyyyyy..” You say, walking through the door. “I got the comfort food!”

You place the food on the counter and see Noah on the couch. If he hadn’t showered, you wouldn’t been able to tell if he moved from that spot all day.

“Yay...” He says, queueing up ‘Love’ by Gaspar Noé.

“Babeeeeee.” You say, going to comfort your obviously grumpy bf. You still on the couch and swing your legs across him, then nibble on his ear.

He laughs a little and the sighs again. You kiss his cheek and ask him,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid.” He says, giving you an eskimo kiss.

“It’s not stupid.” You, running a hand through his curls. “Tell me.”

He sits there quietly as you pepper his face in kisses.

“It’s just... I don’t know.” He says, squinting, “I think I’m kinda jealous of Max.”

Your eyes widen.

“What, why?” You say.

“It’s like... Whenever I call you at work, he’s there.” He says, “The little sticker on the lid of the spaghetti said ‘Maxwell Anderson’, and it doesn’t help that he’s gorgeous.” 

You chuckle a little.

“Like, is he a real person? I think the simulation glitched.” Noah says.

“Babe...” You say, hugging him.

“I know I get to sleep next to you and wake up with you but... the fact that he can connect with you on a level I can’t... makes me a little sad.” He says.

“But baby, I taught you how to make an input-output program...” You say, leaning on him.

“That’s not the same, and you know it.” He says, pouting.

“Hey.” You say, turning his face to meet yours. “Coding isn’t everyone’s thing. But you wanna know what my thing is?”

“What?” He says.

“You.” You say, before drawing him in for a deep kiss. It starts soft, but slowly grows in passion.

He pulls away.

“I love you.” He says.

Your heart skips a beat.

That’s the first time he’s said that. Oh my God.

“I love you, too!” You say, peppering his face with kisses. “Okay, now let’s eat before I eat you.”

[boymeetsweevil]

Bump and Grind

Pairing: Hobi x Reader

Word count: 3k lol

Genre: this is so... yikes

Summary: “If someone told you that months after getting hired by BigHit to translate and subtitle VLive videos you would be at an idol’s birthday party with your ass pressed firmly against Jung Hoseok’s crotch, you wouldn’t have believed them.”

You sat at the bar and bobbed your head lightly to the beat of the bass. You didn’t mind just people watching tonight, even though it was the first free Friday you’d had in a while. Most Fridays you were locked up at your cubicle in the Big Hit office, trying to figure out which member was speaking so you could properly subtitle an upcoming VLive. As grueling as the work could be, you were grateful for the job, it was stable and paid well and you got to work with your roommate, Miya. And because you could type fast enough to sub in almost real time, you had gotten to know the members of BTS pretty well by sitting in on their recordings to save time on work.

Your friendship with the guys through work was what got you and Miya invited to a surprise birthday party for a friend of Jungkook’s, along with a few other hair and makeup staff and some backup dancers. You tried to blink through the haze of your 2 past drinks. What was his friend’s name again? Yug-something? You knew he was in a JYP group, which is why there were so many other JYP people at the party, but you weren’t too concerned about it. Truthfully the only reason you were there was because Jung Hoseok himself invited you to the party only 8 hours prior. 

You had been crushing on Hoseok since he restarted his segment of “Hope on the Street” and you had to sit in the corner of the dance studio to sub it. In an everyday work setting, he was plenty charismatic already. Combined with how serious and sexy he looked on that first day while he practiced choreography, you couldn’t even look him in the eye after that. It was like staring into the sun. If it wasn’t for Miya, who really wanted to see Jaebum, you wouldn’t have gone.�� 

It’s not that you didn’t like dancing or parties. If you drank enough white wine first, you loved dancing. In truth, you weren’t half bad at it. You weren’t at the same level as the dance line, but you could spice up a few of the better-known girl group dances if you tried. And you had been to a wide variety of clubs so you were an expert at standard party dancing.

The real problem was that you had heard from a friend of a friend of your roommate that Hoseok was secretly seeing someone. It was a little disheartening to hear that all the shy flirting you thought you had been doing with him in between takes at shoots or when he stopped by the makeup room to chat you up while you ate lunch was just him being nice and you being too love-struck to notice. Possibly seeing Hoseok with his girlfriend tonight while you had liquor in you wasn’t a good idea. You didn’t want to spend the whole party feeling sorry for yourself and avoiding him in the bathroom.

But you were a big girl, you thought resolutely. If you could handle seeing exes with their new “upgrades”, you could handle seeing a guy who you never dated anyway with a girl you never met. With that thought, you slammed down your finished drink and hopped off your stool to find Miya and dance the night away.

You made your way through the crowd almost effortlessly, despite how packed it was and how tipsy you were. The trick was to treat the bustling bodies like dance partners. Gliding between each person and using their momentum was the key. Soon you made it to the crowded center. Knowing your roommate, she probably tried to trap Jaebum there so she could talk him up. 

The music was good, so you decided to dance in place while your eyes scanned the crowd for Miya. You spotted her and internally congratulated yourself on how well you knew her. She was pressed against JB’s shoulder as he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. You caught her eye and gave a questioning thumbs up which she returned smugly. You were happy for her, but something told you that you might get sexiled from your apartment. The rent was cheap, but the walls were thin and you wanted a good night’s sleep.

You tried to think of a list of other friends you could stay with when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You turned to see Jimin grinning at you. 

“Y/N-noona, you came!” He wrapped you in a slightly sweaty bear hug.

“Yeah, I did. I finished subbing your last shopping trip video early, so I didn’t have an excuse not to come” you replied bluntly. 

He laughed and nodded his head vigorously. Jimin knew how diligently you worked, so he often stopped by your cubicle when you worked through lunch to bring you from from the catering cart or some bread. 

“That’s great! We’re all really glad you could come. Hoseok hyung was really convinced you weren’t going to come. He’d been moping by the wall over there for, like, an hour.”

You furrowed your brows at him. “Why would Hoseok be moping? It’s not like I’m the guest of honor,” you snorted. Then it was Jimin’s turn to look confused.

“Y/N… Hyung really likes you. He’s liked you for a long time. Didn’t you know?”

Your shoulders dropped and you tried to inject calmness into your features, but the news was too surprising.

“What? Since when? I thought he was dating someone from Twice. Isn’t that why they’re here,” you whined as you quickly whipped your head around searching for one of the girls. 

Jimin shook his head. “No, that’s not it. They’re here to support Yugyeom. Did you forget how big JYP is?”

You brought your hands to scrub at your face. God, this was so cliché. “Jimin,” you sighed, “how long have you known. About Hoseok,” you asked from behind your hands.

“Well, hyung said it started at the beginning of the second season of Hope on the Street. He says you comforted him really well because he was nervous the fans wouldn’t want to watch him working by himself.” Despite having had a few drinks, you remembered that day clearly. 

You were subbing a bit slower than normal because Hoseok’s grace and precision were distracting. During the halfway point of recording, he took a break and slumped down one of the mirror walls. He looked more nervous than you’d ever seen him. You couldn’t help but walk over and ask him what was the matter. Then he cracked.

“I’m really nervous about this. I know a lot of the fans can appreciate my skills, but I don’t want to see the views when this goes live. I already know the numbers will be low.”

You had done enough research on the band to know he was referring to the infamous day where a fan asked for the other members during Hoseok’s solo VLive. You didn’t know if he would want to hear what you had to say, but you gave it a shot anyway.

“I mean, I read a lot of fan comments and I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a fan myself. So, from the fans’ perspective, you should know that there are lots of people who love whatever you all feel comfortable with giving us. There will always be… selfish fans, but the majority of them are so glad to feel connected to you. I think a lot of them would feel really great seeing you work so hard to show them this. Plus,” you laughed bashfully, “You look amazing when you dance. Who wouldn’t want to see that?”

You excused yourself quickly and went back behind the camera line because you saw that the break was over. You didn’t see the soft expression on Hoseok’s face before the cameras started rolling again. He seemed to dance with a newfound liveliness, but you just attributed that to having had a break.

From that day on, though, he tried to come speak to you whenever you both had the time. You grew closer, swapped SNS profiles, messaging each other often. You made each other playlists of your favorite songs and sent each other snapchats at night.

You blew an annoyed breath out of your nose. Jimin looked at you sympathetically. It must have been clear what was going through your head. 

“Wait here,” he said and he stomped off into the sea of dancing people. You were starting to regret showing up to the party at all. You figured throwing yourself in to the music would help. And it did, for a song or two. But you felt awkward dancing by yourself. You weren’t drunk enough for that, and you didn’t really feel like drinking more. Your eyes scanned the edges of the crowd again, looking for Jimin, and soon you found him.

He was gesticulating wildly while talking to someone against the opposite wall of the club. You squinted and upon further inspection you realized it was Hoseok. From what you could make out, his dark hair was parted to frame his handsome face. His all black outfit fit him well, emphasizing the subtle breadth of his shoulders and the length of his legs. He looked so good you wanted to cry. Suddenly Jimin pointed in your direction and Hoseok looked over. He probably didn’t see you, but you still turned around abruptly to make it look like you hadn’t just been watching him. 

When you “casually” did a turn in time with the music playing, Jimin was by himself. Which meant Hoseok probably re-entered the crowd. Somehow you knew he was coming to find you and your heartbeat sped up instantly.

When a few minutes passed, you just assumed you were wrong about him coming to find you. You guessed he was just going to the bar or to the bathroom, so when you felt a warm hand settle on your shoulder you figured Jimin returned. You weren’t expecting to see Hoseok behind you. And you weren’t expecting him to look so happy to see you.

“Y/N,” he shouted with a wide smile, “I’m glad I finally found you. I was beginning to think you hadn’t come.”

“No, I came. It’s nice to finally be somewhere other than the office on a Friday night,” you said but then winced. Great, you thought, you sounded like a broken record.

“Ah, yeah, that’s true, you work so hard. Where would we be without you?” He grabbed up one of your hands and lifted it above you, signaling for you to twirl. You did, and when you came back around he crossed your arms gently over one another, almost like he was making you embrace yourself. From behind you could feel the long line of his torso and hips. You were breathless for a second before you realized it was your turn to speak.

“I-I don’t know where I would be either,” you said more quietly, and he hunched a little to hear you better, bringing you flush to him. “I mean, the work is hard but it’s interesting and it’s brought so many great people into my life.” You were struck by how sentimental you must sound. There were a few beats of silence between the two of you as the song changed. You recognized it vaguely as a recent hit you’d heard in a different club a while back. 

He spun you again to face him and smiled again before breaking the silence. “So, Miya says you can dance. Is that true?”

You flushed and made a mental note to throttle your roommate whenever you next saw her. “No, it’s not. I mean...not like you or the rest of the dance line. I can just hold a beat.”

“Oh, come on. Jimin told me you two were dancing earlier. From what he told me, you can definitely do more than just hold a beat.” Something in his tone changed and he sounded like he was challenging you. 

“Okay well, maybe I can do a bit more,” you said more confidently, “but if the wrong song comes on, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up with you.”

“Really? Well,” he said and reached back over to you to pull you against him, “how about I make sure I keep up with you?”

If it were any other club, with any other guy who wasn’t a creep, you would naturally fall against him and let the beat of the song guide the motion of your hips against his. But this was Hoseok, at a party filled with your coworkers. He sensed your stiffness and wondered if maybe what Jimin told him earlier was wrong, if maybe you weren’t into him like he was into you. 

He began to pull away from you. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have--”, he started but the rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat when backed up into him and began to move fluidly. You were anxious about what might happen after tonight, but you were tired of letting opportunities go by. Luckily though, your anxiety turned into excitement when you felt his arm wind itself around your waist and you felt the tips of his fingers skim the skin under the hem of your top.

It was as if all the reservations between the two of you dissipated into the air and you both began to move in earnest against each other. You gave it your all, matching each beat of the song with a precise yet flowing snap of your hips. Hoseok, being the skilled dancer that he was, followed your hips with his own, faithfully. You felt the telltale prickle of sweat on your hairline and an almost pleasant burn in your thighs as the two of you continued to dance together. The song changed to one you didn’t know, with a much slower beat, but the atmosphere didn’t change.

If anything, it felt like it was just the two of you on the dance floor. Hoseok took control when you could no longer predict that beat as well. There was something about the slower tempo and the way he ground against you tightly that made your heartbeat spike. You leaned further against him, your head falling against his shoulder and you instinctively brought a hand up to the nape of his neck to brace yourself. You heard him curse from above you and he brought both of his hands down to your hips to better match you.

You blushed at how oddly erotic the situation was. If someone told you that months after getting hired by BigHit to translate and subtitle VLive videos you would be at an idol’s birthday party with your ass pressed firmly against Jung Hoseok’s crotch, you wouldn’t have believed them. Almost as if he heard your thoughts he began to whisper in your ear.

“You know,” he said as quietly as he could over the music, “I’ve, uh, liked you for some time now. But I was never sure about what you thought about me. For a while I thought you liked Taehyung.”

You threw your head back and laughed at the thought of liking Kim Taehyung. You two had clicked quickly after you joined the staff, but that was more because you were complimentary spirits as opposed to being attracted to one another. He drank in the sight of your carefree laughter and continued.

“After that first day of Hope on the Street, I wondered how anyone could be so genuine. You were kind of an enigma for a while. I didn’t know who you were but I really wanted to know. And you turned out to be really funny and cool.” You continued to rock against him gently as you listened. “And you dance like a dream.”

“I’ve always really admired you. You always make sure the members and fans know they’re loved,” you admitted. He was silent for a minute.

“Do you--I mean, that’s all well and good, really--and this might sound selfish, but…do you like me too?” He sounded so small and excited that you had to laugh.

“Hoseok,” you circled around in his hold so you could face him, “I like you. So much.” His answering smile was nearly blinding. He hugged you to his chest and the two of you began to sway. You rested your arms around his neck contently, resting your chin on his shoulder to let the music wash over you and watch the crowd.

“Y/N, your pocket is flashing”, he said after a while as your phone signaled a stream of texts.

“Can you read them? My hands are a little busy,” you said and you greedily brought one to comb at the hair on the nape of his neck and dipped the other one just below the collar of his shirt to stroke the warm skin there.

“The most recent one is from Miya. It says, ‘Going home with JB’. Should I ask what that means?”

“Mm, maybe not. But, it does mean that our apartment is empty for the night. And we got a ride over here so, I’ll most likely have to find my own way home.” While it wasn’t your initial intent, you decided to let the implication of your words hang in the air between you two.

“Maybe,” he said wrapping his arms around you around you once more and angling his head to speak more privately to you, “I can take you home. It might be pretty late by the time this is all over, but I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow.”

“We could always go now and hang out at mine.” You run the tip of your nose down the slope of his shoulder. “Or will everyone here miss your presence?”

He gave you a light swat on the butt before quickly disentangling himself from you. “Let’s get out of here.”

Note: Oh my god, I need to work on consistent punctuation. I sat and wrote this in one sitting though i’m lowkey excited about it. That title is so ugly once i come up with something better I’m gonna change it.

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The perfect love story

First short story, so bear with me 

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Background: I met him through our place of employment. When I started dating him he was my supervisor. 

Issas is the perfect catch, twenty two, tall, dark hair, dark eyes, muscular frame. He graduated from college and is attending school again for his Masters in Finance. Issac is a hard worker, smart, caring, loyal, committed, all in, interested, religious, faithful, ideal, open, appealing, experienced in the bedroom, and much more. 

At first, I was hesitant when opening myself up to this guy. He came out of no where and was suddenly everything I had been searching for in my significant other. Issac wanted everything to do with me and my life. He instantly wanted us to date so he could show me off to the world. He wants everyone to know I was his and nobody else's. About two months went by and you could say Issac and I are official. Official to us meaning exclusive to each other. I know he loves me by the way he looks at me, talks about me, cares for me, and acts towards me.

In the middle, Issac and I both still live with our parents but despite that we do everything together like: work, exercise, nap, sleep, eat, hike, watch Netflix, shop, homework, cook, walk, etc. In all honestly, I miss him the second he leaves and from what he tells me he misses me. 

Mid summer and about the future: Growing up I have always wanted to get married and settle down young. Issac told me from day one he could see us getting married and moving away together. Well I did not like the thought of moving away I have grown up and lived in the same small town my entire life. Issac has moved serval times and lived in many states. I thought we would come to an agreement about marriage and moving later in our relationship. Well he did not like that idea and all of sudden he was unsure if he wanted to be with me and if he saw a future between us at all, so I broke things off. You do not know if you wanna be with me for the rest of life Okay, thats fine, and I broke things off. 

30 days go by: The first week, I was confused but felt good about us being apart because if he is unsure of me then he does not deserve me. Second and third week comes, Issac misses me and swears us ending  was the worse mistake ever. Issac wants more then ever to be back together. He states he can see us together now and getting married. Issac does not care what it takes for us to be together but he will do whatever it takes to make us work. At this point I am still confused, upset, and hesitant. Issac is texting me, writing me letters, calling me, writing me poems and songs, showing up at parents house, begging for my forgiveness. 

Whats a girl to do? I believe in second chances, and I gave him one. 

Second time round: September: So with this being the second time round I was very hesitant and I did not trust him. It took him awhile to gain back my trust and for my feelings to redevelop completely. Issac understood this and so we worked on it. 

Happy days: I am so happy with Issac. He makes me so happy. I get so excited every time I see him during the day. Our relationship is simple. There is just me and him. I am convinced he is all I need. I am all he needs. Every moment of every day I spend thinking about him. We still do everything together what I listed above and more like: go to church, stay at my house, go to his parents, drive around in his old Ford Bronco listening to George Strait, whip around in his Dodge Challenger, attend $5 dollar movies together, try new restaurants, take pictures together, nap together, make him help me with my homework, take road trips, go to Florida, and much more. As we grew closer, my feelings for him kept growing and I knew I wanna marry this man. I was finally to the point in our relationship where I knew I would be okay if I married him and we moved away. He tells me a countless number of times daily that I am exactly what he wants and needs, I am beautiful, that he loves me, and that he wants to marry me. 

I found the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with. Issac is making us wedding rings.

The really fricken bad: December 4th 2017. I wake up at 3:30 am to go to work where I will see Issac because he starts an hour earlier then I do. I work for about four hours in the morning, and would normally have class but I was on Winter break..So I headed home after work. About 10:30 am Issac gets off of work and he comes over to my house, just like any other normal day. I make us some early lunch and we usually take a nap after this together. We typically take a three to four hour nap because of our early work scheudle, then workout, and then do whatever else the day brings us. This day was a little different, I wake up after only sleeping an hour, and I was restless. I did not feel good and something inside of me would not let me go back to bed. After lying awake for about twenty minutes, I hear this buzzing and it is Issacs phone... I get up to find his phone on the floor ( I thought this was weird because its normally not on the floor or in hiding). I find his to phone to stop the buzzing but something inside of me told me to look at his phone, so I did. I went through his messages, snapchat, photo log, calls, and last but not least his email. 

The email: What my eyes had just seen changed everything! I opened up this email someone had sent him by replying to ad he had posted.I started clicking on links to the email and come to my surprise my boyfriend had posted an ad on Craiglist in the personals under casual encounters. INSTANTLY, I AM THINKING WTF! The ad contained naked pictures of him and he typed that he was searching “kinky and sexy folks who want to have some adult fun and record the action. I am open to couples if we make it all about her. We do not need to record our first session, we may want to practice before we start rolling (;” 

I did not believe what I saw in front of my eyes, I brought the url up on my computer and headed upstairs to ask my mom if what I had just witnessed was real. I was upstairs for about 10 minutes, I am freaking out, My mom tells me to go downstairs and just tell Issac to leave. From the time I started walking downstairs to my bedroom the post had been deleted, Issac knew I had seen it and deleted it. I walk into my bedroom, just glaring at him, the words I get are “Do you want me to leave” “I knew I liked you but I thought I could get through this problem” 

The ugly: Can I just take a second to say what the actual fuck?! Yes this is what my thoughts were. He lied to me. He kept a huge secret from me. He had me fouled, I thought we were happy and so much more. And from day one, I always told him if he was honest with me about anything we would find a way to make it through things. But no come to find out, he struggles with a sex addiction that he hid from me our entire relationship. I honestly think he lived a double life. I do not know how many times he lied to me, if he cheated on me, what he lied to me about, etc. My persona of how I viewed people was and is distort. Everything I thought I knew was suddenly gone. I begged him for the truth out of straight hurt, I just wanted answers. This hurt I am feeling, I just wanted to go away. As days went on, I slowly got the answers out of him. And with that came more things he had lied to me about in the past. I was so angry, upset, in denial,  and lost. I did not want to accept what had happened after all I was in love with Issac.

 Trust is a huge part of a relationship that I thought mine had. Women, trust your instincts. 

As time has went on, I have slowly came to terms with what has happened. I completely loved and trusted someone. I am better then that relationship. I deserve better then Issac. I deserve someone who cherishes me, who is honest to me, and who does not think it is okay to be posting ads on Craiglist for sex. 

I am okay. I have to remind myself of that daily because of the heartache. But I thank God I found out sooner then later. 

**Name changed for privacy concerns.