#when its comeback time and you wanna gif stages they are where you need to look up for ts files

[stellaaarree]

miguel o’hara X stripperfem!reader

fluff! (PART ONE!!!)

the way you swayed your hips as you clung to that pole, catching the attention of almost everyone in that goddamn club. flocked by creepy men and coke laced notes your shift had ended.catching a glance of the only decent looking male in eye line. he was built, messy dark brown hair and he was practically bulging through his clothes.humming in appreciation of a minutes worth eye candy you head off to the clubs backrooms. stripping off your clothes changing into some warm sweatpants and an oversized grey hoodie. slinging the hood over your hair you sat down on a nearby bench in the room. back against the wall, knees pulled to your chest fiddling through your phone as you waited, for no apparent reason really.

disturbing your peace a man opens the door, walking in unannounced. without bothering to look up. sighing and putting your phone you stay calm, explaining. “sorry, sir. this is a private room. staff only.” expecting a drunken comeback you roll your eyes. when there is none your eyes travel up the mans body to his eyes.

“oh.”

it was the ‘eye candy’ from earlier. you had picked up on him while you where dancing, when you met his gaze with a confident wink, to get the tip money going of course, greeted with a nod. nothing. no wink back, no sexual gesture just a nod. you mimic his gesture now,a simple nod. hoping the revelation gets to him. the man looks at you, you where the complete opposite of how you where on stage. now covered up, the stage showing half of your body thin strips of fabric slung over your figure.

“hey.” he says firmly.not aggressively, just ..strongly? he walks towards you reaching into his wallet and pulling out a twenty. gesturing it to you, eyebrows furrowing when you don’t take the money.

“i don’t take tips off the clock.” you mumble, seemingly a little threatened by him. he was tall and built. able to overpower you instantly. instead he just nods, sick ideas on why, he puts the note back into his wallet. sympathy grazing his face for a second before flashing back into his stern demeanour.

“i’m sorry.” he says suddenly, reaching back for the door handle. “no, its uh…fine. you can stay i’m just tired, y’know? slinging my self around on a metal pole for five hours kinda hurts.” you laugh, it felt pathetic, having to explain yourself to this rando. hot rando, correction.he chuckles at your joke, one of those deep chuckles that go straight to your-

“miguel, miguel o’hara.” he says after his chuckles leaves as fast as it came. “you uh, wanna introduce me to the rest of your family too?not many ‘customers’ wanna share their full name.you know, affairs and uh stuff.” cutting off your joke as it came across arrogant, you smile instead. his stern face not moving an inch for another laugh. that first chuckle was a slip up you thought.

“y/n. regulars call me ‘star’ though. take your pick mr.o’hara.” he nods in response. “y/n. do you have a way to get home?its dark.” he states. your mind rushing through the worst scenario ‘he’s tryna get me alone!’ ‘no way creep!’ as you’re snapped from your frantic thoughts he repeats his question. voice becoming firmer. “no.” you finally mutter out. “was uh, just gonna walk.” you where completely different to how you where on stage. the change prominent as you two look at each other for an ungodly amount of time. your face heating up at he kept your gaze sternly. jesus he was hot! what the hell??!

“do you want a lift home?” he asks finally. acting as if you had been hinting at needing one. which you hadn’t!!!

his lips pull up into the tiniest smirk as he watches your face heat up pink in embarrassment as you try to explain yourself. groaning at your stupidity. hands covering your face with an almost silent, “please..”

A/N this is my first time writing a proper fic and it 100% shows, character ai and growing up on wattpad my only sources😫. lmk if you want a part 2 hehe and leave ideas on what should happen because i’m a lazy bitch who needs inspiration. pretty please!💋

[hanniiesuckle17]

Stray Kids Reaction: Asking to Borrow S/o's Razor/ Wax

A/n: so this came from the revelation that stray kids probably freaking shave and wax their armpits. BC LIKE OMG THEYVE B EEN WEARING TANK TOPS RECENTLY and like idek man like i was just like its so smooth that cant be natural

Tagging: @distrikt9​ @mini-meanhoe​(if you want to be added to the tag list just comment or reblog! <3)

Warnings: probably some cursing

Bangchan:

“AAAAAHH NO!!!” 

Hearing your boyfriend’s scream you raced to the bathroom door and knocked. This would not have been the first time Chan had fallen asleep in the shower and slipped. “Chan! You okay, love?” You asked, knuckled wrapping against the door. 

“Uhhhh....one sec, Y/n.” 

You waited patiently in the hall before Chan told you to come in. The shower had been turned off and Chan stood in the shorts he was wearing earlier and his hair hung in wet strands in front of his face. “You okay?” You asked eyeing him for injuries. Then your gaze fell upon the little pink razor that lay in two parts in Chan’s hand. Your boyfriend looked from you to the shaving utensil cutely.

“I think I broke it.” He mumbled.

Your heart fluttered seeing his adorable face looking down at the tiny pastel broken razor in his big hands. “Yeah, I think you did, babe.” You did your best not to laugh when he tossed the snapped razor onto the counter. You watched him reach under the sink and pull out a clear bag full of little pink razors. The kind you used to use in middle school. “Oh my gosh, Chan you aren’t using those are you?” 

He blushed seeing you laugh at the bag. “Yeah...why?” 

“Awww baby.” You kissed his cheek and took the bag and tossed it in the trash. Your boyfriend watched you open a drawer and pull out one of the extra razors you had lying around. “Here use this. I’ll go buy you an actual razor this weekend.” His dimples made an appearance as I handed him the metal razor. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” He said kissing your forehead.

Minho:

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend called out into the apartment. “Y/n!” 

You sighed and got up from your comfy place on the couch. “What, Minho?” One of the cats brushed up against your leg as you walked into your shared bedroom. “I thought you were gonna take a shower?” Minho lay face down on the bed, like the drama queen he was. 

“I can find my mppphrhp.”

“You’re what?”

“My mmrmpr.”

“Babe, take your head out of the pillow.” Minho dejectedly rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He didn’t even move when Doori hopped onto the bed and snuggled into his chest. 

“My razor. I can’t find my razor. My stylist called and told me she has me in a cutoff tee tomorrow and I haven’t shaved since before the comeback.” Knowing Minho, he probably left it out on the last tour or something and one of the boys swiped it. They were always ‘borrowing’ things from each other and never giving it back.

“Hold on. I’ve got an idea.” You said turning on the light to the adjoining bathroom. “Are you too upset to take off your shirt?” The only answer you received was a grumble from Minho and the sound of fabric rustling. You came back into the room with a box of wax strips. 

Minho raised his head, hearing the box open and he shot up from the bed fear in his eyes. “Hey...back off.” He tried to laugh off the nervousness as I approached him with a wax strip in hand. “Y/n, you know I love you right?” He said holding a hand out so you kept your distance.

“Come on, Minho. It will only hurt like.....a lot.”

He sprinted out of the room only to trip over a cat, giving you a chance to tackle him and apply a strip to his underarm. “Y/N! NO- OWWWWWWWW YOU ASSHOLE!”

Changbin:

Your nap was interrupted by the sound of your boyfriend loudly opening drawers in the bathroom. “Binnie! Shut the hell up please!” You said stuffing a pillow over your head. He mumbled an apology but continued to loudly open cabinets.

“Hey...baby?” Changbin asked crawling onto the bed. He lifted the pillow from your face and laughed at your scowl. “I need your help.” You shook your head and turned over. “Please....” He tried pulling the covers away from you, but the effort was in vain.

“Y/n I’ll order your favorite takeout if you help me?” He coaxed in a cute voice. Changbin laughed when your sleepy face peeked out from under the covers.

“What do you want, Binnie?”

He huffed and collapsed on top of you, a groan leaving you in response to his weight. “I forgot my razor at the dorms. Do you have one I could borrow?” You rose an eyebrow and wrapped an arm around his bare back. 

“By borrow do you mean gunk up with your armpit hair?” Changbin laughed and nodded. “No, sorry. I only use wax.” He sighed and dropped his head down into your neck. 

“Is it my only option?” 

To be honest, you probably had a cheap razor lying around somewhere, but....he had woken you up from your nap. He deserved it. “Yes, this is your only option.” He whined and rolled off the bed. You told him where you kept the wax and paper and he retrieved them from the bathroom.

“I’m a manly man. This should be nothing.” He said, giving himself a pep talk as you spread wax over a strip and placed it under his left arm. He raised it over his head and readied himself for the pain. “Ooo. That wasn’t so bad.”

“Changbin I haven’t pulled it yet.” He just blushed and stared straight ahead. A high pitched scream filled the apartment when you ripped away the paper.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin lounged on your shared bed, blonde hair laid out in weird directions as he scrolled through his phone. You walked out of the bathroom carrying the laundry hamper, most of it filled with Hyunjin’s workout clothes. “Oh, Chan called and asked me to remind you that you are filming your dance practice tomorrow.” You said adjusting your hold on the basket.

“Thanks, babe,” Hyunjin answered still on his phone. 

“Your clothes are rank, Jinnie.” You said beginning to sort through the clothes so you could begin laundry. He shot up from the bed eyes wide. You watched as he ran to your closet and searched through the clothes. “What’s wrong?” You asked sorting the dirty clothes.

“All I have left are tank tops.” 

“So? You look really hot in tank tops.” You said with a smile. Hyunjin collapsed against the closet doorframe. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong, drama llama?” He whined and groaned until he collapsed onto the floor in a puddle of depressed Hyunjin.

He pouted up at you. “I forgot to buy a new razor. I can’t film in a tank top tomorrow looking like Bigfoot!” You laughed, finding the tiniest bit of joy in his misfortune. Hyunjin was honestly overreacting. You were certain no one would care if his underarms weren’t smooth and shaved. 

However, knowing he was going to whine and complain and be an overall pain in the butt until the problem was solved, you stopped sorting the laundry. Hyunjin was too caught up in his whiny fit to see you go into the bathroom and pull out an extra razor from under the sink.

“There. Problem solved.” You said tossing it into his lap. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” He said, expression changing to a bright smile like a flip of a coin. He rushed over and gave you a sweet kiss before sprinting into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

Jisung:

“HEY BABY!”

The loud sound of Jisung’s voice rung out through the apartment making you jump. Your ears picked up on the sound of drawers opening and closing. You pushed yourself off the couch and ventured into the bathroom. Your boyfriend stood with messy hair and half his shirt over his shoulder rummaging through the cabinets.

“What’s up handsome?” He sighed, a small whine escaping his lips when his head rolled back.

“I can’t find my razor. I think I lost it on tour.” You leaned against the doorway and watched Jisung continue to search. He gave up eventually and tugged his arm back into his shirt. “Can I borrow yours? I have a performance tomorrow.” He asked cutely taking your hands in his. 

“Jisung, I only have wax strips right now. I used yours if I needed a razor.” Everyone knew guys razors were better. He flinched hearing the word wax. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. He was debating whether to go through the pain of wax or go on stage in a tank top unshaven.

“Fine. But will you help me?” 

You nodded and he trudged his feet into your shared bedroom. “Shirt off babe.” You called before grabbing the strips from below your sink. Jisung lay on your bed, feet planted on the floor and hands covering his face. His tan skin exposed to the air. You leaned over, crawling on top of him and resting your thighs on either side of his waist. “Ready.” He nodded squinting his eyes closed.

He raised his arm and you placed the strip down and smoothed it out. Jisung’s other hand held on firmly to the bedspread. “1...2...” You yanked off the strip before you got to three.

“HOLY FUCK!” Your boyfriend screamed. You took his face in your hands and peppered it with kisses.

“You ready for the other side?”

“No. But....just do it.” He flinched, feeling you press another strip under his other arm.

Felix:

Felix had been in the bathroom for three hours. You were starting to get a little worried. After another hour without hearing the shower or water running, you decided to check on him. Your knuckles tapped on the wooden door. “Felix, baby, you okay?” 

“Actually could you come in? I need some help.” His deep voice floated through the door. The scene that greeted you when you opened the door almost made you laugh out loud. Felix was standing shirtless in front of the mirror his arm raised above his head. Foamy soap was in his armpit and he held scissors in his hand, the blade having little traces of foam soap on it. “What?” He asked when you started laughing.

“Felix, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m trying to shave. We are filming at a water park tomorrow.” 

You could no longer hold in your laughs. Felix watched you fall to the floor clutching your side. “Oh my gosh....I can’t breathe.” You said between labored laughs. 

“Why are you laughing at me?” He asked completely serious. You smiled seeing your boyfriend look at you with utter confusion his arm still slightly raised. He watched you lean in and place a kiss to his lips. “What was that for?” He asked, though he thoroughly enjoyed the kiss. He smiled feeling your fingers play with the end of his hair.

“You are too cute.” He blushed and looked down. “If you needed to borrow a razor all you had to do was ask, baby.” He smiled and kissed you again.

“Can I use your razor, please, darling?” I reached into the nearest drawer, a hand still on Felix’s cheek, and pulled out the shaving utensil. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“What’s mine is yours, Lix.”

Seungmin:

“Hey, Y/n?” Your boyfriend called. 

You set down the spoon you were stirring with and turned down the heat on the stove. “Coming, Min. One sec!” You wiped your hands on a towel before following your boyfriend’s call into your bathroom.

He was on his knees and searching for something under your sink. “Hey, can I borrow your razor?” He questioned as if he was simply asking the time. The question confused you. He wanted to borrow your razor? Like the one you shaved your legs with?

“My what?” 

“Your razor.” 

Still quite confused you walked into your bedroom and pulled out your still semi-full suitcase. You had gotten back from a trip a few days ago and Seungmin had spent the last few nights at your place. He claimed that it was because he needed a break from the boys, but you knew he missed you. His arms wrapped around your stomach from behind and he watched you search through your bag for the shaving utensil.

“Why do you need this again?” You asked, pulling out your toiletry bag.

“Cause I usually borrow Jisung’s before a performance but Changbin stole it before I could.” 

“I’m gonna ignore how unhygienic that is.” You said pulling out a clean razor from under your shampoo bottle. “Here you go.” His hand brushed yours when he took the commercial blade from your grip.

“Thanks cutie.” He surprised you by pressing an exaggerated kiss to your cheek before running back to the bathroom.

“KIM SEUNGMIN IF YOU CLOG MY RAZOR I WILL CASTRATE YOU.”

“I KNOW!”

Jeongin:

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend called. Innie was somewhere in your apartment doing something. This was one of the few days the Jeongin had free of any schedules and you were ecstatic he chose to spend it with you at home. 

He turned when you opened the door to the bedroom. Jeongin sat on the edge of the bed in a loose tank top. “What’s up, handsome?” You asked jumping onto the bed and resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“Do you have a razor I could borrow?” Your brows furrowed in thought. To your recollection, you only had wax strips. They gave you a closer shave job than a razor. He sighed when you shook your head ‘no’.

You rubbed his shoulder and he gave you a half-assed smile. “I have wax strips. They will be a little painful, but they will get the job done.” Jeongin let out a nervous laugh before shrugging and letting me go get the strips from the bathroom. 

“How much is it gonna hurt?” He asked, eyes going soft. He laid down on the bed at your direction and raised his arms over his head. 

“Not as much getting your ears pierced.” You said placing the wax strip in his armpit and smoothing it out.

“I don’t have my ears pierced.”

“Yeah, when are you gonna do that? You would look really hot with piercings.” In the middle of your sentence, you ripped away the paper making your boyfriend yelp in pain. “Aww....baby.” You leaned down and kissed his cheek before moving to his lips. 

“You’re right that wasn’t too bad.”

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[keepcalm-and-beyou]

FP Jones(Riverdale)

FP Breaking his Sobriety because of You:

Forsythe Pendleton “FP” Jones The Second had finally been released from Prison and was currently at his retirement party held at the Whyte Wyrm. 

You had been there as well to support your “King” or soon to be former King of the Southside Serpents. Before FP had gone to jail you two had shared a complicated relationship, meaning it was one that consisted of mainly sexual acts and hidden get together’s. Due to your age gap things were rough, you only being 19 years of age. And then with him going to jail for the parts he played in Jason blossoms death it clearly didn't work out. but as the Serpent you were you wouldn't miss the party thrown for him by the Prince of the southside serpents aka his son Jughead. 

You hadn't Spoke to FP yet and had been glad for it as you were avoiding him as much as possible at this event. i mean god knows how awkward it could be to have to explain your date and guy you have been seeing recently. Sweet Pea. yup the young boy well not to much younger than yourself had been having a not so serious type of relationship. but of course being at the sane place as FP and having Sweet Pea along with you, you'd be noticed by FP. 

FP had been chatting with some of his serpent buddies when he looked over to the pool tables seeing you dressed up nicely in a tight green dress that hugged all your curves just right and looked amazing with your Serpents jacket on. his eyes flashes slight excitement while they travelled around your body until he noticed a hand around your waist and his eyes followed to where the guys face had been, the face being so close to yours. the face being Sweet Peas. FPs eyes grew wider and looked of hurt with anger mixed in them. he noticed Sweet Peas smirk and leaning into you pressing his lips onto yours, making FP even more upset.

 FP knew you were young and things between you two just wasn't working mainly due to that fact of your age, he felt guilt many times and like he would break jugheads heart for ever crossing the line with you. You were one of jugheads friends sure you weren't as close as you use to be with jug couple years ago but it still seemed wrong and FP didn't need to be judged more in his life and hated by his son even more as well, things slowly ended with you two and he knew the final ending was when he was sent to prison.  Yet he still had the same feelings for you the same care and lust and jealousy. which right now led to him ordering for a Serpent buddy to get him a shot. something very strong he says to the guy and the serpent nods fastly bringing one to his King. He knew it was stupid and felt bad for breaking his sober pact to him self and son but he needed something in that time to deal with seeing You and Sweet Pea.  

After hearing of jugheads deal with Penny The Snake Charmer and Seeing You moved on from him FP had a change of heart. 

FP had been on stage making his Speech that everybody including your self was standing closely listening to his words. “ I've been in and out of the serpents since i was younger than my son, and its been a wild ride. good times, bad times, but through it all the serpents stuck by my side while most other people turned their backs on me. my own family included. now, the letter of the law says that i cant associate with my friends, my real family, my blood. but ive been thinking about that, and it’ll be a cold day in hell before a snake lets a pig tell him what to do.. The Northside wants me out of this gang, well they better bring a coffin cause FP Jones isn't retiring. i am not going gently into the night. i am here to stay, so bring the fire” FP finishes his speech as the crowd cheered at his sudden change of heart.  

You looked at jug and he seemed surprised like he had not expected FP to change his mind.  You on the other hand were not to taken back by it, you just couldn't see the serpents without him. FP made his way down the stage towards you having to walk past to get to his son and while doing so FP said “Hope your happy” in a tone that surely wasn't a positive one, it seemed bitter. and looked to Sweet Pea who was standing beside you looking clueless at his King. You didn't have time to speak and ask what he was talking about because you yourself were confused by if he meant about your moving on or being the fact he is still going to be the Leader of the southside serpents. 

FP was now standing in front of jughead and You and Sweet Pea had followed him where jug was. FP was telling jug about his knowledge on his activities with the snake charmer and jughead looked surprised. FP sounded disappointed in his son and you felt bad for jug, your no better then jug is here in this situation you never stopped him only agreed to the help penny could give as well. all you and jug and everyone else in the serpents wanted was FP your Leader your King to be free. 

FP told jug he took his place as penny's delivery boy allowing her to no longer be a problem towards jughead. now she is FPs issue to deal with. You notice how shocked and upset jughead was about all his father was saying so you stood next to him putting your hand on his arm “its okay jug” you told him and glanced at FP who looked broken almost with tears in his eyes making you feel sad for him and jug. FP spoke facing Jughead and You trying to hold back emotion “you broke my heart..jughead.” he said and looked at you quickly as if speaking to you as well. FP grabbed jugs face planting a kiss to his forehead then pulling away to look at you once again as a broken man not only heart hurting from his own blood his son but You the girl he feels for more than he thinks he should feel for, the girl he lusts over, the girl he hurts over like no other female in his life at this moment besides his young daughter jellybean who isn't a part of his life at this moment. the girl he is afraid to love. 

Sweet Pea and Tall Boy approached You all to celebrate FPs return to his kingdom. Tall boy handed FP a shot glass to cheers the great comeback of FP. before downing his shot FP gave You a sad look. FP backed away while looking at between You and Sweet Pea and then back to Jughead. 

Seeing jug looking torn makes you want to do all you can in your power for him and FP. You cant not do all you can for the Jones men. “jug everything will be fine, your dad will be fine, ill do what i can to ensure it, if i have to babysit him for his drinking i will if i have to go along with whatever deliveries penny wants him to do i will, whatever helps you feel better, your dad is doing this out of love how can he not take your place to protect his own, please don’t beat your self up jug” you spoke softly to the younger jones. 

jughead hugs you “You don’t need to be a part of this, its my mess i don’t wanna drag you into it to like i did dad” he said with every word leaving you feeling more and more sad. Even though you would feel awkward to have to train around like a watch dog or babysitter for FP after your rocky recent past you'd do it for jug and for FP without him knowing it. Jug left you standing there with Sweet Pea close by at the pool tables. “Sweets ill be right back” you told him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You had found FP at a table surrounded by shot glasses and a bottle at the table. along with a couple serpents including Tall boy. FP hadn't noticed you until you spoke up “hey fellas can ya give us a minute?” you asks the other serpents nicely with a sweet smile. FP looked at you in slight shock to see you standing in front of him. “Ya girl” Tall Boy says nodding and patting FP on the back before leaving the table with the others.

 You awkwardly sat in the seat next to FP as he leaned back in his chair looking at the bottle in front of him, before grabbing it to pour a shot. “Hope you don’t intend on getting to smashed FP..” you speak up raising an eyebrow to the older man. He sent you a bitter chuckle and poured two shots. He drank one and slid the other towards you and nodded at it indicating for you to drink it. You lightly sighed and picked up the shot “to you mr jones to the king who is staying the king” you raise the glass and tip it back to your mouth letting the liquor burn your throat in a calming manner.

 FP had his eyes on you the whole time. watching you down the shot and putting the glass back where it s at in front of you when he slid it over. He hadn't said anything to you just kept his eyes on yours. after what felt like many minutes gone by you spoke up again. “please don’t drink your self into a coma and give jug a break he only did what he thought was necessary to get you out, as did we all. he wanted his dad back, and we wanted our king back.”.  He nodded as if he was thinking what to say “yeah and you, you wanted me back?” he asked. “of course FP you didn’t deserve to go to prison and i as well as everyone else wanted you back.” he looked at you he was hard to read “ as our leader” you said speaking again. FPs face fell a little. He bit his lip looking away from you briefly than back at you “Well thanks kid for wanting me back here” he said sounding again bitter. You rolled your eyes at his attitude.

 “FP-” he cut you off chuckling a little in a not so happy sounding tone “hope your happy” he said again to you for the second time that evening with his eyes on the bottle of booze craving another shot. “happy about what? FP huh, cuz im happy your out of jail if that’s what you mean, im happy jug has his dad back even if you being an ass and drinking” you tell him giving him attitude back. “i meant Sweet Pea” he mumbled. “oh im sorry i didn’t hear you” you lied still giving him sass. “i said Sweet Pea, hope your happy with him.” he whispered yelled while getting closer to your face. You looked up to him not knowing what to say or how to say anything. You looked down then back up to him “ i am, i think i am mean, you didn’t seem to want me not how he does, we didn’t work, you didn’t want us to work so whats it to you?” You whisper back to him. FP shock his head “nothing.” he lied. “you might wanna figure out if your happy he seems smitten” FP said giving a disgusted look and standing up grabbing the bottle off the table walking away.