#i just don't follow groups anymore i pick and choose the songs i like put them on a playlist and shuffle

[leaving-fragments]

wildest thing abt my spotify wrapped is that my top genre is apparently kpop but there is only one (1) kpop song in my top 100 songs

[koostarcandy]

hi! i have a request for enemies to lovers jungkook x fem!reader with 1, 3, 11, 97 from the prompt list, angst with a fluff ending pls. thank u so much, hope u have a good day <3 :)

feeling's mutual - jungkook x reader

pairing: choreographer!jungkook x dancer!reader

genre: mentions of stalking, (don't read if it's triggerin) koo to the rescue!, sliiiight angst, fluff! this turned into a mini fic, im sorry :]

a/n: another enemies to lovers but they're dancers this time! harry potter spoilers are also there (jic there isnt anyone hasnt watched/read the series) keep the requests coming, I'm having fun! you could also send in a song request if you think the prompt list isn't your thing ^^

wc: 1.8k

prompts:

1 - "can you stay? please?"

3 - "dammit because I love you!"

11 - "stay on the phone with me."

97 - "well, i promised, didn't i?"

you flop onto the cold floor, groaning from the latest dance routine your choreographer had just made. you know he did it just so he could spite you, to show you that, yes he knows hip-hop and yes, he's the superior dancer here.

"miss two left feet! how was that for a routine, huh? wasn't it the best I've done so far?" sweat dots jungkook's hairline in the sexiest way possible but instead of complimenting him, you flip him off, twice. "knowing i have two left feet, you still choose to torture me?" you look up at him towering over you, gleaming grin always so annoying. and cute. but also Annoying with a capital A.

"eyyy, all in good fun right? i'm closing up so get out, now." he says it in a fake stern voice which has got you rolling your eyes and getting up from the cool floor, grabbing your bag and leaving, shutting the door loudly like you always do. you put in your earphones and listen to the song jungkook and you were just dancing to, head bopping with the beat.

it's when you stop at a pedestrian crossing and casually look at your surroundings is when you spot the man, eyes boring into you. his all black ensemble doesn't make it better and when you break the eye contact, you find your hands shaking and you slip one into your pocket, lowering the volume so you could get a better hold of your surroundings. you glance at the old woman next to you, counting her money with a rickety trolley filled with boxes with what would've been tangerines. you walk with her when the light turns green, seemingly interested in what she had to say and show, heart rate raising when you see the shadow of the man getting bigger and bigger.

you wish the ground would swallow you up, right now. the innocent old lady went on her way, wishing you a good night and you couldn't go with her, making the way to your apartment even longer and tiresome. it's almost 12 and you spot the big 7/11 sign, immediately walking and going to the section with drinks. you randomly pick up a bottle and look at the price, making it seem like you're thinking about it, when in reality you're just realising that you couldn't call any of your close friends tonight, remembering the texts in the group chat and why it was only jungkook and you tonight.

you keep the bottle down and take your phone, fingers unconsciously and rapidly dialing jungkook's contact. you put it to your ear, iu's lilac playing as his ringtone puts a slight smile on your face.

"yo, two left feet, you left your speaker-"

"jungkook listen i can't tell this slowly so listen quick," you look around, finding the cashier playing away on his phone with the same man looking at the chocolates by the counter, "there's someone following me and he's gotten into the store i'm currently in and oh god," you hands shake even more when you can't find the man there anymore, trying your best to breathe properly. "where are you?" jungkook says calmly but you know he's rushing past people, apologies coming out from his lips. "the fancy 7/11 near my place, you know, the one with the expensive water bottles."

"stay on the phone with me."

he's breathing quickly and you're slightly shocked at his quick response, your feet glued to the floor. "where are you in the shop?" you look at the bottles arranged neatly in front of you, "the drinks section, they've got mogu mogu too now, shall I pick one up?" from your peripheral vision, you can see the aisle not empty, making it worser for your heart or mind.

"pick up the apple ones, the orange one isn't that tasty, blueberry should be good too," he must be jogging, you think, his earrings clashing against his phone. you slightly step away from the open fridge and immediately regret your decision, seeing the man walk upto your section. "j-jungkook, he's coming closer, where are you?" you whisper shakily, the bottles you held in your hand falling to the floor. "i can see the sign, i'm there okay? try to move-" a gloved hand puts the bottles back in your hand, his fingers brushing against yours eliciting goosebumps on your skin, the chill air from infront of you not helping you. "i've been seeing you all night and i thought i could take you home, you seem alone-"

"i don't think you should, really"

"darling, there you are! this place is pretty big, isn't it?" jungkook's pulling you into his side immediately, cutting you off. his smile drops immediately when he looks at the man, who doesn't seem very pleased. "i was talking to her-" "and you shouldn't anymore. now, leave before i make a scene, mister." jungkook puts you behind him, effectively shielding you. the stalker seems to finally go away reluctantly and your human shield turns to you, pulling you close.

"you're okay now," he murmurs into your hair, soothing hand rubbing your back up and down. you don't even register the tiny kiss he places on your forehead, "i don't feel like having mogu mogu now," you say quietly. jungkook nods and offers to buy you ice cream and you end buying bunches of lollies and ice cream cones. he pays before you can and he practically forces you to get on his back, his excuse being, "you're tired, i can see it. now, it's piggy back time, miss two left feet." which makes you get on him quickly, urging him to get home before the sweet treats melt quickly.

jungkook falls face first on your couch and you follow, sitting on the floor and leaning against it, mind still reeling from tonight's events. a tattooed hand reaches out for a grape ice lolly from the packet in your lap and opens it, the sweet yet sour ice poking at your lips. you look at the weirdo behind you, puzzled look shot at him. "have it, i know you didn't have anything to eat tonight after practice." you take a bite, wincing at the cold hitting your teeth and eyebrows raising at the taste. a gentle hand falls on your shoulder, jungkook also having a bite, eyebrows furrowed at the taste. you have been this close to him before but it's always in the presence of your friends, their wiggling eyebrows and suggestive eyes gestured at your close proximity with him.

it's like electricity flowing through you, breathtaking in a good way. jungkook silently feeds you the grape lolly, hands reaching for the vanilla ice cream. you can't stop yourself when you say, "can you stay? please?" you look at him nibbling the soft ice cream, eyes on you. "of course, where's your blankets? lets camp out here tonight!"

turns out "camping out here tonight!" is a Harry Potter marathon, popcorn in the bowl rapidly disappearing, courtesy of your human shield of the night. he watches you mouth dialogues hermione says, giggling and stuffing buttery popcorn in your mouth. it's towards the end of prisoner of azkaban when harry is saving his godfather and himself, jungkook decides it's been a night, your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him in your sleep.

he quietly switches off the tv and brings you down with him, your big comfy couch enough for the both of you. he hopes you don't kick him out in the morning, already attached to the way you snuggle to him and enjoying the feeling of simply cuddling you.

the sunlight piercing through your eyelids wakes you up, annoyed at the sudden brightness. the snoring behind you and the arm on your waist brings you back to last night. you get up and look at him, mouth slightly open and face serene. you're slightly shocked he stayed but you don't say anything, feeling bubbly and smiley despite of what happened last night. he got into action quickly, making you like him more than you have before. a lone finger pushes his bangs away from his face, admiring him just for a little while longer.

"take a picture, it'll last longer, darling."

you move away from him, flinging the shared blanket off you, getting up and stretching your tired limbs. "can't believe you stayed, jungkook," you say honestly, looking back at him sitting up, eyes on you. "well, i promised, didn't i?" you nod, "its just surprising, that's all, given our 'history' and all," he chuckles at the stress you give for the word, "sure, darling" he gets up, "is it that difficult to believe i would do something nice for you?" he looks at you, face getting closer to you.

"yes it is, actually. do you not recall the times you purposely made me stay the nights to 'help you perfect the choreography' or when you point out my mistakes on infront of so many people?" you walk past him, shoulders pushing past his and walking to the kitchen, jungkook hot on your heels.

"you're a great dancer, you know i'll always need your help plus can't you take a bit of teasing? you don't think i notice you doing the same when our friends are around? you punching my arm at every chance you get or making me somehow lose at 'game of life'?!" you look at him, hie chest heaving up and down, "calm down, you big baby, it's not my fault you lose at such a simple game? don't get so worked up over something so little, okay?" you pass him a glass of water, already having downed an ice cold glass of water, chewing on the ice cubes.

"i don't get why you're getting so frustrated over something like this, it's not like i mean much to you and we're arguing like this everytime we-"

"dammit because i love you!"

well, that shut you up. you look at him, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly.

"what i actually meant was-" "that you love me? i got it the first time, thanks."

you turn around and lean on the kitchen counter. you've always thought what would happen if you ever confessed your feelings for jungkook, never having thought what would happen if the opposite happens.

"hey," he starts, hand on your shoulder, turning you around, "can you please say something? i feel like I'm being left on read, you know." you smile and laugh sheepishly at the random comparison, head leaning on his chest. "i guess, the feeling's mutual." you mumble, hands slowly going around him. he wraps an arm around you, his tattooed hand lifting your chin up, "what do you mean you guess?" he teases, lips breaking into that big smile you love. you mimic his wide smile, hugging him tightly. he presses his lips to yours gently, holding you close like you'll disappear soon.

"glad the feeling's mutual, darling."

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria

[jojotichakorn]

Hey Archer.

In P’Jojo we trust. But if you were able to have 5 things happen in the OFTS finale, what 5 things would you have on your list? High on my list is someone doing a Bohemian Rhapsody karaoke performance. I’ll take anyone actually. I just want to scream my lungs out to that song come Saturday 🤷🏾‍♀️

hello, anon!! that is a very interesting question, thanks for asking <3 idk if bohemian rhapsody karaoke is strictly possible due to how much it would probably cost for the production, but sand in particular would definitely have a good time and a ball, if he got to sing some queen!

as for me, ofts is kind of unique in a sense that i genuinely can't imagine anything that might happen upsetting me. i am fully open to any endings that we might get. however, if i had to pick:

ray and boston friends again! as someone who both does not believe in ray and mew being actual genuine friends at all and who has felt like ray joining chueam and mew in dogpiling on boston was really not that important to him anymore, i personally think the ideal outcome is for ray and boston to just reconcile and become besties.

the initial friend group disassembling! i've talked about this before - i think it makes the most sense for boston, nick, sand, and ray to be one friend group, and top, mew, chueam, and april to be another. i think they'd all be happier this way.

i think i'd probably like a little flashforward or something like that? i know they aren't people's favourite thing, but i do think that the question of whether any of the relationships that formed would stand the simple test of time is a pretty significant one for this cast. they keep tripping over issues and will continue doing so throughout pretty much the whole finale so finding out whether that ever stops would be interesting. i also think it would be cute to see the friendships survive, maybe even sandray & nick visiting boston in new york (which i now realise sounds funny, considering boston's nickname).

a final follow-up on boston! unlike seemingly the rest of the fandom, i have not confidently landed on what exactly boston wants and likes at all. yes, we have seen him enjoy a lot of sex, but he has also not really been with anyone while nick and he were hanging out (outside of his very special psychosexual issues about top), so many interpretations are probable. on the one hand, i think it's possible monogamous relationships are not for him at all and he simply wants a close platonic bond with someone, while not getting particularly attached to them alone in other ways. on the other hand, i think it is equally possible that the combination of his upbringing and his general socialisation as a guy lead to him being emotionally closed-off in a deeply unhealthy way and he does actually want a romantic relationship - maybe open, maybe not. i would love to know what we land on concretely.

boeing take-down! as fun as it has been to watch him wreak havoc on pretty much everyone - he is, at the end of the day - a slimey, obnoxiously confident little weasel, and it would be enjoyable to see someone put him in his place. mew already did some of that, but i want someone to finish him off. don't care who. just anyone.

as i said, nothing actually depends on these happening or not. i'm highly unlikely to be disappointed with the finale. but if i had to choose, these five would be fun!

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

7. Enlisted Service

When we leave the party we have to stop at McDonald's for something quick to eat before returning to the infamous palm tree lined path leading up to our school's main quad. Ambling from the vehicle, there's a lot of stumbling around since we're drunk as fuck but as a group, we each make it into the dorm without mishap. Letitia and I watch the others as we go one by one to our rooms dropping each other off until it's just us two. She puts a finger to her lips and giggling soundlessly, follows me into my room collapsing flat on her back on my bed as I close the door.

"I LOVE your bed set," she swoons hugging one of my pillows.

"You here to cuddle my pillows or me," I tease walking kicking my shoes off and approaching. I climb onto the bed, straddling her waist and snatching the pillow to toss it to the floor. "Cause I'm right here, baby love, in ALLLL my glory," I stress rubbing my fingertips down my chest to my stomach as her eyes follow my nails.

"How do you get away with being so arrogant," she smirks with a slight questioning squint.

"Oop!.. Arrogant?"

"My bad did I say that out loud," she covers her mouth.

"You did! But that's fine, you can think I'm arrogant. I adore me because I love beautiful things, is that so wrong?"

"So do I."

"Yeah? Well, I'm in need a soft touch from a special girl who can enjoy me with me. You down?"

"I want the same," she whispers meekly, fingers rolling over the fabric of my dress before slipping down to lightly stroke the skin of my thigh bringing me goosebumps. She seems reserved, I want her to ravage me. I see her watching my lips.

"How many girls have you been with?"

"I.. Don't know. A handful?"

"Would've thought less."

"Why?'

She's so mild and gentle, which isn't like her usual bold personality.

"Mild and gentle," she huffs blowing out her lips. "You know you just said that to ME!"

"OOP! Then we even, ain't we!" I cover my mouth like she did.

Her build is slim and boxy but athletic with some slight curve which I like. It may be wrong but it reminds me of a nigga in a way.. and that turns me on even though I know she's very feminine. Maybe it's the liquor but my fantasies are going wild and I want her to top me with my strap which I feel like grabbing now. I feel like if she were serious, she could really deliver.

But I also like her feminine energy and at the same time I don't want that to fluctuate. I like the way she's stroking my skin with her fingers so gently, it feels good. Winding my hips to grind against her I don't even know what I'm grinding on anymore. My mind's going back to Chris. I can teach him how to fuck. He is too fine to be so bad at it. What if I called him now for a threesome? I'm just so horny, would Letitia be down for it?

"Phoeb."

"Yeah?"

"You mind if I make myself a bit more comfortable?"

"Girl if you don't take these damn clothes off!" I tug at her dress letting it go and she chuckles as I lift off of her so she can sit up. I start to take my gear off too. "Yeah, we supposed to be fuckin.. Sitting here fully dressed like some fools, what the hell?"

"Right? I came to see some ASS for the free 99!"

"Some ass? Oh girl, all you had to do was ask, I love throwing this ass! In fact, let me set up my camera to record."

When I say my camera, I mean my phone of course. It's what I use to film all of my content for sales. I send Chris a little text to get to me ASAP and I set the phone up on its stand and start the video. Impatient, I head to Letitia and grab the elastic of her panties pulling them down off of her as she's knocked to the side from how rough I am.

"Well damn Phoebe!"

"I want what I want."

Pushing her backward to fall onto my bed, I check the angle of the camera once more before I press her thighs apart. Getting the memo, she lifts her legs high and holds her own thighs as a help. I rub at her outer lips but for the sake of not blocking the camera, I climb up to straddle her waist and face the camera, licking her as I watch the lens. At this angle I can reach the whole kitten to play with.. and I do as she whispers.. but I can also focus on that point where all those nerves meet. I hope all the sucking is loud enough to hear on camera, I know the spit is visible.

I alternate between licking lightly and giving attention to different areas with her fingers in my hair making me wonder if I need to constrain her hands to that she doesn't pull on my lace. This isn't my actual hair, it can come off if someone is way too rough.

"Oooh," she hums palming the back of my head with one hand and rubbing on my ass with the other. She pulls my panties to the side and starts to return the favor as I let her use my tongue to move closer to orgasm. Although her licking duties suffer due to her focus being on the pleasure radiating through her kitty, I don't mind that much. I can't blame her, I'm great at head. She really loves the feeling, I can tell. The way she's holding my head though, I'm having flashbacks to some good sessions and now even more than before, I want her to use my strap-on on me! I wait until she gets her first nut of the night before I stop and turn around, letting her taste herself. She's getting grabbier and pulling on me so I grind against her and for a while we just make out while her fingers slip in and out of me.

Eventually, I need more than fingers but I know she's craving too since she's grinding back to the point of rubbing her kitten against my peach for some delicious friction. We need more.

I pause her and rise gracefully, bounding to my toy chest for my double-sided blue dildo and one of my many water based lubes. Rubbing down both ends, I steady it between us as she greedily snatches up an end pulling it inside of herself. I take the other end and do the same, watching her as she attempts to hoard the length. I have to sit closer with my thighs over hers to get my fill. Together, we both hold it steady with a hand between us as we toy ourselves, grinding faster and faster. She grabs my boob, squeezing and I pull her in closer wrapping her in another solid kiss while fucking the shit out of myself and her.

That's when I see a silhouette from the corner of my eye and almost have a heart attack.

"You wanted me to be the link in your lil pussy chain," Chris slurs sitting on the bed, shirt already off.

"What you doing here," I frown still holding onto Letitia.

"Why is he in here," she asks, not stopping just as I'm not. I'm close.

"I don't know," I admit.

"You told me to come over," he says but I don't remember that. "..When you texted me? Hol'up." He pulls up messages and shows me my name on a thread.  I have to read it twice.

"I sure did invite him.. Damn."

He takes his shoes off followed by his pants and he pulls out a condom having come prepared.

"Y'all getting it in. Where can I fit?"

"You can lay flat and let Letitia ride your face while I ride that dick my way," I point directing him where and how to lay. I also direct Letitia and rub over her chest, boobs, and shoulders telling him how she likes it and where to lick as she grinds on his face with no regard for his air flow, as it should be.

Once he gets the hang of that, I stroke up his shaft with a little of the lube that still glossing my hand and I sit on it gradually feeling every groove that I can through the condom before riding it, getting it the way I like it. He's a lucky man tonight getting to share a bed with two lovely visions.

"This video about to be nasty," I smirk throwing my ass against his pubic bone.

I lift off and suck it a few times and it tastes like sweet rubber before I climb back onto him and give him that work that has him cumming within the next few minutes. I keep stroking him with my hand to get him hard again coaxing a second round from his as I do all the work to get myself off.

After round two he's done, but he still wants to watch. I'm over him, however. I don't need him around if he can't keep up so I send him away and lock my door. For the next twenty minutes Letitia and I fool around until we both start to get sleepy. To combat it, we stand.

Turning, I throw my ass against her waist and she catches it while I watch the camera lens.

"Well work, bitch, I got the dollars," she laughs standing on my bed to jump off and grab her bag. She instantly starts dying on the floor when she looks inside. "Bitch!... I got six ones and some change I'm a have to pop you in the ass with some quarters!!"

"Hell nah!" She's rolling and I can't help but laugh with and at her as I choose a song, starting to roll my hips as a warm up. Captain Hook by Meg the Stallion.

"You better not!" I hold my boobs and keep looking back to make sure she's not picking up that change with her goofy ass which only makes her snicker. "Aight shut up."

She keeps making me wanna laugh though I never miss a beat, being a pro twerker. I'm easily the best and highest tipped at Mickey's. I'm one of two who has the control to do isolations and pop one cheek at a time. So that's what I show Ticia and the camera.

"AYYYY," she yells waving her ones in the air before throwing them all at once, "GET IT YESSS!" She picks them back up to smack off her hand one at a time making it trickle with the six bills. Then I catch her getting up to go through my perfumes and I roll my eyes.

"Girl, get out my shit. You worse than Natalie!"

"One spray!"

"No, move," I laugh, but I eventually decide to share. One spray. Of course she loves it. It does smell really good. In fact, it's turning me on more because it smells so good.

"Okay show me how to twerk." She jumps back onto my bed and I turn away so she can see my ass.

"It's hard to explain.. You just," Left cheek, right cheek, boom boom boom, then both. She tries it but she can't isolate. I'm not surprised apparently not many can.

I do it quickly with the rhythm, bending and even squatting to show off enjoying her attention on me. I wish I had a pole, I'd really dance, but that's fine I hit a split and bounce before crawling over to her and pulling her face to mine placing that kiss on her. That did it. She starts pulling on my waist, gripping on my ass. This is what I wanted. I need her to sate this unquenchable thirst within me.

I lean into her sending her spine to line up against the side of the bed and I climb over her thighs onto her lap to deepen the kiss as her hands roam my arms, my waist, my hips, my thighs. I kiss down her clavicle and to her small handful of boobs.

"Get that dildo," she orders and I snatch it off the bed pushing one end into her before treating myself as we fuck again.

"I love sex," I smile lost in how amazing it feels.

"Duh, look at all that lube in your drawer, sis," she chuckles, "For what?"

"FOR REASONS!"

xoxo.

In the morning, I roll over and open my eyes looking up to see that I slept on the floor butt naked. I just.. fell asleep apparently. Sitting up, I have the beginnings of a headache so I take two tylenol with some juice from my mini fridge. I can't believe I fucked the good sis last night... well, actually I can. My phone is sitting up on the stand. I walk over to see it about to die any second and I stop the video. I'm tempted to watch it now. I don't even remember everything we did last night.

But now that I think about it, I was drunk. She was drunk. We all were drunk. Even Natalie was drunk. Why did I let homegirl drive me while drunk? Well... that answers itself. All that swerving almost took your girl out of here, I DO remember that. If that would have happened then what magnificence would these painfully ordinary souls then gaze upon?

How awful, I'll need to think about that next time. If I can.

[dreaming-of-seoul]

Well, about last Friday night

Pairing: BTT x reader [platonic]

[Originally posted on my Wattpad. I don't own Hetalia, but I own this work. Don't copy. Reblogging, commenting and liking on the other hand is totally fine and I appreciate it.]

You let out a sigh when you unlocked your front door. You just had another world meeting. It was the same as usual. Alfred and Arthur started to fight at one point, Ludwig got irritated and yelled that everyone should shut up. The meeting ended without progress.

You walked to your couch and laid down. You turned your television on. After flipping through some channels, you decided to open Netflix. You turned your favourite series on and watched it until your phone lit up.

You grabbed the device and opened Messages. There were incoming texts from the Awesome! group. Gilbert made the group and he added Antonio, Francis and you.

Gilbert: It's me, the awesome Prussia. Who wants to go to a bar after the unawesome meeting of today?

Antonio: Sounds great! I have to feed my turtles first. See you in the bar!

Francis: Oui, I could use a drink or two to forget the terrible meeting of today.

Gilbert: What about you (Y/n)? Are you coming?

(Y/n): I don't know guys. I want to go, but binging a series is also really tempting.

Francis: We are more fun! Please (Y/n)? You can watch the series tomorrow.

(Y/n): You are right. Where shall we meet?

Gilbert: There is a new karaoke bar. It's called Moonlight Sonata or something like that. See you at 10.00 p.m..

Francis: See you!

Antonio: See you then!

(Y/n): See you guys!

You put your phone away and looked at the time. It was 7.00 p.m., you had more than enough time to get ready.

----time skip brought by Toni's turtles----

You were standing in front of the bar, waiting for Gilbert and Francis. "Hey (Y/n)," someone said. You turned around and saw Francis. "Gilbert is inside. Shall ve go?" "Hey Francis," you said. You followed him into the bar and to a room. You could see Gilbert through the window of the door.

The Prussian opened the door with a grin. "Hey (Y/n)! I knew jou vould come, no one can say no to zhe awesome me!" "Hey Gil, were you picking a song?" "Ja, but I can't choose. Zhey have a lot of songs," he answered.

"I 'ave one in mind," Francis said. He walked to the machine and typed something. He then clicked on the song. You heard the intro and sighed. Really Francis? You thought.

It was Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F) by Katy Perry. It was fitting since you and the boys would go out and drink on Friday night. You all got drunk and couldn't remember much the morning after.

Gilbert sometimes broke the law and got into fights. He was also arrested several times. The three of you had to bail him out the next morning when you were sober enough to drive. Sometimes Ludwig bailed him out. He wasn't happy about it and secretly wished that Gilbert could stay longer in the cell instead of complaining that his mugshot wasn't 'awesome' enough.

Francis was once arrested for skinny dipping in a pond in the park at night and causing trouble while running around naked. You had to bail him out. He was complaining the whole time, saying the orange clothes were a shame and should be burned. According to him, he didn't look good on his mugshot either.

Antonio and you once broke into a zoo when the both of you were drunk. You were on the lookout while Antonio was looking for the turtles. He had to free them and take them with him. After wandering around for 45 minutes, a guard saw you and kicked you out of the zoo. You two were banned for a month.

"Hey guys!" Antonio said, walking into the room and holding a tray with shots. Gilbert and Francis were singing. You were sitting on a couch and grabbed a shot, drinking it. Antonio sat down next to you, watching Gilbert and Francis.

Yeah I think we broke the law

Always say we're gonna stop-op

Whoa-oh

This Friday night

Do it all again

You and Antonio clapped when they finished the song. "Danke," Gilbert said with a grin. He turned to you. "Jour turn." You stood up and walked to the machine. You typed something and the intro started to play.

Baby, can't you see

I'm calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It's dangerous

I'm falling

The trio started to cheer and dance when they heard the song. After you were finished, it was Antonio's turn. He typed something and waited for the song to play.

Give me your, give me your, give me your attention baby (attention baby)

I got to tell you a little something about yourself (self)

You're wonderful, flawless, oh you're a sexy lady (sexy lady)

But you walk around here like you wanna be someone else (else)

You cheered and sang along. The four of you sang and drank the shots. After two hours, you walked out of the bar. "Were shall we go?" Antonio asked. "Vhat about a bar and more drinks," Gilbert said. "Sounds good to me," you said. Francis nodded his head in agreement.

When you saw a bar, you entered it, the trio following you. Francis ordered a round and you drank your drinks. After a few rounds, you were a little drunk.

"(Y/n), we should go to back the zoo," Antonio whined, sounding drunk. "Take me vith you," Francis slurred. "I vant to take a frog vith me and show Angleterre zhat I don't look like one." "Frogs also live in a pond," you replied. "I don't vant to get arrested for skinny dipping again."

After a few more rounds, a bartender walked to you. "It that your friend?" He asked. He pointed to someone who was standing outside and yelling at a guy.

"Don't jou know vho I am?! I am zhe awesome Prussia!" That was definitely Gil. "Shut up! Prussia doesn't exist anymore!" The guy yelled. Gilbert was offended and hit the guy with his fists. They got into a fight until someone called the police. They got arrested.

"Shall we go to my house?" You asked, looking at Antonio and Francis. They nodded their heads. You walked to your house and unlocked the door. You all entered your house and you passed out on your bed.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding in your head. You stood up and walked to the living room. Antonio and Francis were sleeping on the couch.

Your phone rang and you answered the call. "Hello?" "Hallo Frau, it's me, Gilbert. Can jou please bail me out?" You sighed. "We are there in a hour." "Awesome!" You hung up and woke the two men. "Come on, we have to bail Gil out."

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[TRANSLATION] Praew Magazine April 2019 issue x JUS2: time for 2

Ahgase! Right here!

Thailand's summer heat wouldn't be able to compete with hotness from the duo brothers, "JB & Yugyeom of GOT7. In the newfound unit, JUS2, they released a new single- "FoCus On Me- that makes the fans scream with interest to add this new single to their collection. In this issue, Praew took a flight to South Korea to collect photos of these 2 hotties for you before we took the chance to have a chat with them. Chatting with them in South Korea is really something. JB took the seat at the head of the table, followed by Yugyeom who greeted Praew staff around the table in Thai style with Wai and the word "Sawaddee Krub"

First of all, we would like to ask you how the leader of GOT7 and the youngest brother of the group form this new unit (a special Korean song project created by specific members), JUS2, together.

“In concerts, the two of us often sing together. So, we often talk about which kind of unit we would form next. In parties after concerts, the higher-ups would often talk about this idea as well and they thought having the two of us work together on a new song would be fun. So, the idea was developed from that point and became this duo unit today." JB replied.

"We also share similar favorite song genres, and we want to represent our characters with the music style which is totally different from GOT7. So, we took part in the production of every song in this project. We created some of the songs together, and created the others separately. For the promo song, we got help from a song writer named Cosmic Boy. We hope that everyone would love our songs." Yugyeom explained.

Can the fans expect something special from this unit?

"The first special thing that the fans can expect from us is stage performance. The second thing is the music which is going to be something that the fans have never seen from GOT7. We try to focus more on expressing emotions through the music in this unit, and we tried our best to present our characters through the MVs and the music style." JB answered.

You mentioned that you share similar favorite song genres. Which genre are they?

“I like R&B and Hip-Hop. So, I tend to go with these music styles when I write a new song. I mostly go for R&B, and mix Trap beats into the song sometimes. Do you know Trap music? It's a type of Hip-Hop which we can mix it with R&B. If you ask me who is my favorite singer, I’d say Chris Brown (R&B singer) and Travis Scott, a Hip-Hop singer" (smile). Yugyeom answered first.

“For me, I don't particularly fond of any genre. If it's a good song, then I like it. Same goes for when I sing. If I like the song and it's the song that can express my feelings with good music, then I can sing it regardless of its genre. If I have to pick my favorite singer, I'd say D'Angelo is my idol. It doesn't mean that I want to make my songs like his though (smile). I also like to listen to Toro y Moi and Kaytranada's songs lately." JB shared his thoughts.

What are the secrets or tips you use to write a song that can impress everyone?

"There's no secret in my work process. It just needs a lot of thought. I mostly find inspiration from my own experience or the stories I can find around me such as movies, songs, or books. I also have my past like everyone, my love experience or others, which I can take to present in my song. It's the same as making a movie (Scenario)." JB replied immediately

“I also get new inspiration from my surroundings as well, from my point of view on different things in my daily life. For example, when I saw a couple on the other side of the road, I would imagine what they're talking about, how happy they are. Or when I saw people living their life, I would ask myself what is their happiness, where do they find it, maybe their happiness is family or children at home."

“For me, Hmm...I don't think I do anything special. I just want to have fun with it. I may put my life experience and my imagination into the lyrics, but I mostly just create a good result if I enjoy the process and are happy with it." Yugyeom shared his thoughts.

It seems your processes are quite different.

"Actually, we share the same trait which is that we both like to work freely and have fun with it. The difference might be our standpoint. Yugyeom wouldn't think too much and tend to be easy-going, but I would focus on the point. If we have to make a decision, I make a clear decision while Yugyeom is struggled to choose" (smile). JB denied our mention.

Yugyeom gave JB a dirty look. "I’m not like that anymore! Like JB said, and as we mentioned about the way we work, you'd see that our thoughts are quite different (smile). However, this difference is what makes JB a good consultant since he can point out something I couldn't think of which is a great help to me.

"Another difference would be our preference for food. We aren't picky, but JB would prefer Korean or seafood dishes. He also likes Thai food as well. ("Tom Yum Kung is my favorite, and I also love Gaeng Keow Wan Gai" JB mentioned.) However, I would prefer western dishes and red meat. For Thai food, ld say Khao Pad is the best."

Since you've been working together for a long time, have you had any conflict?

“Never. We do have our different thoughts, but if it's my responsibility, Yugyeom would respect my decision. And if it's his responsibility, I would respect his decision as well. In terms of group decision, we mostly agree with each other. I think he has grown up. Looking at how he conducts himself nowadays, I can say that he has become more responsible. I can't tell you the detail since it's his private life though" (smile). JB said with confidence.

So, has the big brother JB done anything that makes him look like a kid?

Yugyeom looked at JB before bursting a laugh. "Sure! Everyone would say that he's like a very naughty kid when he pulls a prank."

Since you are in this industry for 7-8 years already, do you remember the goal you had on the first day you entered this industry? And how far is your progress toward it now?

"My dream is still the same, which is to be a dance singer. To this day, I still have a long way to go, for both dancing, singing, and stage performance. I think I could keep getting better if I keep practicing." Yugyeom answered clearly.

“I’ve never had a goal. I used to be a b-boy dancer and I want to have a full experience with b-boy and Hip-Hop culture, but I have never set a goal to become a famous singer. If I get famous, that's good for me. I just want to dance the way I like and write songs freely. I didn't do it to get famous. All I want is just to give my all to make good songs." JB said.

“I still think that I need to produce more quality songs. Further than that, I want to keep working on it every day. Not to repeat the same thing over and over, but to explore something new to improve myself and widen my world with the new lessons and discoveries I could find along the way."

Looks like you two have come so far. What makes you become who you are today?

"I think it's diligence. As time passes by, I grow more diligent because I often think of the past which makes me feel that I could do things better but I didn't. That makes me try my best to keep getting better at my work so that I have no regret. It's to the point that everyone sees me as a very diligent and determined person." JB replied immediately. Yugyeom agreed to JB. "Like what he said, we just try our best and keep it up every day."

Have you ever been depressed or struggled because of your work? And how do you deal with it?

"Generally, it's my physical condition like when I'm tired or lack of sleep. Sometimes, I sit alone on a sofa and ask myself, what am I doing or why do I have to do it, which I believe that everyone has moments like this no matter what kind of job they do. However, I'm quite optimistic and easy to forget. When I start asking those questions, I'd just ask them and stop thinking further (laugh). Yugyeom shares his experience.

"My problem is that I think too much. I would overthink things over and over until it sinks into my heart which makes me feel very bad to the point that I can't sleep sometimes So, I normally try to sleep it off. If I feel very down, I will go out and meet my friends so that I can forget about it. When I have something on my mind,I will not tell the others. I usually try to figure it out myself. I may tell my parents about the problem on my mind, but that's only when they ask. If they don't ask, I don't talk" JB told us seriously. “But if we talk about physical tiredness like when I’m tired from work, I will think of when we released the song Never Ever. It was very cold back then. The time we finished our work and got into a warm place was the best. This memory could help me Cure my tiredness.”

Yugyeom took this chance to conclude. "I think we just need to be positive because no matter what's the problem, we can go through it"

What about the good time? Is there any good memory you get from work?

"I love to perform on the stage. Doing concerts is the best time in my working life." Yugyeom answered first.

"I do like to do concerts like him and I like the time we release a new album as well, but I would be happier when I get good feedback from my work. When GOT7 returned from the Eyes On You World Tour and received a lot of praise from the company or when I wrote You Are and got a praise message directly from the company's president at night, I was very happy. It makes me feel like every effort I put into my work pays off the good result." JB shared his memories

May you give some advice to the people who dream to be a popular and successful singer like you please?

"First of all, you must understand yourselves the most you can. Ask yourselves if this is really the job you want. You need to think carefully because you might regret and lose your way if this job turns out different from what you expect, but if you're sure about it, then you must give it your all to make a success of your dream. Do your best every day, and don't cower before any obstacle." JB, as the group leader, gave his advice

You have visited Thailand so many times and you will pay a visit again in the near future. Is there anything in Thailand that impresses you?

“I really love Thai food, especially seafood with a lot of shrimps. For traveling, I like Phuket the most. I saw a lot of advertising about Phuket, then I travelled there and found that it's a really great place. (Yugyeom nodded and agreed with JB. "Exactly, Phuket is the best. ") Oh! There's another place I want to visit. It’s Phi Phi Islands which I heard that we need to take a boat from Phuket to go there." JB answered with a smile.

"If we talk about Thailand, I would think of Thai fans. Every time we visit Thailand, Ahgases would treat us very well. The event that impressed me the most would be during the Eyes On You World Tour in Bangkok. The fans on the 3rd floor arranged pink glow signs to form the word GOT7 Saranghae (We love GOT7)" Yugyeom answered excitedly.

"That's right. I remember that Bambam would report the number of audiences to us before the concert excitedly. He said, You know that this is Thailand, right? All the 12,000 seats are packed full, you know? (laugh) Our Thai fans treat us very warmly. If it's American or westerner fans, they would enjoy the concert with us, but Thai fans would give us their all." JB confirmed Yugyeom's opinion.

Is there anything you want to say to Thai fans? JB pleaded with the fans first. "We are JUS2, the special unit from GOT7. We hope that you would like and enjoy our new release, Focus On Me. We put our feelings into this song. And I want to thank everyone for supporting us all this time. Thailand would be really hot right now. So, please take care of your health" (smile)

"Everyone would have been waiting for us for so long. I do want to meet everyone soon as well. Please support us in unit JUS2. We made the song and created new moves for this unit ourselves and we hope that you would love it." Yugyeom pleaded the fans with cuter tone. “Rak na…“ (love you.)

Scans by ‪coconutverbena‬

For more pictures check out: https://twitter.com/coconutverbena/status/1113992114176528384

[thicahgase7]

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Tagging: @agust-june @pamebear @seunieshine @atinybang @aeoygi @jamiesenshi @griff-jin-dor004

Song: Me Necesita- CNCO & PRETTYMUCH

A/N: despite the gif and getting a lil handsy, nothing else happens so don't get ur hopes up😂 but I hope u guys enjoy☺ I had fun writing this

You quickly shot his best friend a text, letting him know that: yes, you got your boyfriend’s favorite food and yes, you guys were gonna hang out with him tomorrow. He had sent you a text earlier that your dedicated boyfriend hadn’t left the studio after group practice. You both contemplated on going together to drag his ass home but decided it was best for you to do it yourself.

So it wasn’t too surprising when you looked through the glass door, finding him swaying his hips into a quick-slow grind move before stopping, pausing the music to crouch down and hold his head in his hands. Your brows furrowed as you checked the time once more, he worked way too hard and you had a feeling that he hasn’t eaten anything since he’s been here.

“Aish!” You snapped your eyes back to see him kicking the air in frustration, staring at himself in the mirror wall for a second before resuming the song again and redoing the routine. You loved how determined he was but you really just wished the idiot would take a second to actually rest. With that thought, you opened the door, causing him to spin around in shock.

“Let me guess: you’ve been here since four, haven’t you?” He goes to stop the music, picking up his phone and throwing you a nervous smile when he sees the time.

“No-no…” Shaking your head, you strut over to where he is and place everything down, ignoring how he watches you in anticipation. You toss him a pointed look as you lean on the mirror wall, crossing your arms while he takes slow steps towards you.

“And have you eaten anything since then?” Again, he smiles shyly as he looks down, your feet facing each other with just a few inches apart. When he finally looks up, he’s grinning, probably to charm you out of being annoyed with him. But, yea, that’s not gonna work.

“Does a bag of chips count?” You sigh, hanging your head because, your boyfriend is such a dummy and you sometimes wonder how he functioned before you came along.

“Haaaa...... alright well, I brought food for us and we’re gonna eat now before it gets cold.” He sticks his lip out in a pout, his hands reaching out to rest of your forearms while he slouches a bit.

“No, but babeeee,” he whines, “let me work on my dance for a bit more? I almost have it!” He pulls back and claps his hands together, shooting you the sad puppy look. He knew it was your weakness and you could feel yourself rethink your decision. You mean, it would only be a few minutes, right? Wait, no, he needs to eat! You shake your head, turning around to avoid looking at his face anymore before you could change your mind.

“No, you haven’t eaten anything since you practiced with the others. That was five hours ago!” He groans, suddenly feeling his hands on your waist as he pulls you into him. He rests his head on your shoulder while you quickly glance at the mirror, seeing him pout at you.

“Fineeee, but I still wanna practice for a bit. Please?” Leaning into his body more while thinking... oo this stupid man. Suddenly, you think of an idea and grin, turning around to face him.

“Okay, I guess you don’t mind me going ahead to eat then? Practice as much as you want.” He doesn’t even try to hide his joy, picking you up and twirling you both around, giving you a quick peck on the lips when he lets go.

“You’re the best!” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to the food so you can open the containers. You can see his mouth hang open when you lift the flap to reveal the food. “Is that bulgogi?! And HUHHHH YOU DIDN’T!” You laugh at his excitement, showing him the other container. Oh he’s gonna love you, you just know it. “KIMBAP!” You just shake your head, the smile never leaving your face while he does a lil dance for the food. Quickly getting out the chopsticks, you hit his hand when he reaches for the food. He looks at you in mild hurt and confusion as you continue to smile at him.

“Ah ah ahhh, Yugi, you wanted to practice a bit more.” Glaring at you, he puffs up his face and you try not to laugh so you shove a piece of bulgogi in your mouth, not noticing how he watches with laser- eye focus. You moan at the taste of the meat, enjoying the flavors as he begins to cross his arms. Nothing is said for a few seconds as both of you to stare at each other: you with your mouth full and him with a glare that could prove that looks could kill. But unsurprisingly, he broke first.

“Babeeee,” he drops to the floor and crawls over to you, “come onnn.” You casually look over at him, making sure not to break your poker face but with him up close, you find yourself gonna break soon.

“Are you gonna eat now?” He nods, staring at the food hopefully. “Does that mean you’re not gonna practice and we can go home after this?” He scrunches up his face before sighing, hanging his head.

“You don’t play fair.” You hum, taking a piece of kimbap and showing him your chubby cheeks. Groaning, he lays down on the floor and sulks. Swallowing your food, you chuckle.

“So? What’s it gonna be? Better hurry, this food is banging.” With a huff, he sits up and snatches the kimbap you begone to pick up, shoving it in his mouth. He’s such a child sometimes but you love him anyways.

“Let’s just eat so we can go home...” You grin, handing him some chopsticks and moving the food closer between you and him. He shakes his head, confusing you on what he was gonna say. “But after you dance with me? Please?” You eye him up and down, judging to see how serious he was. He knew you didn’t like dancing, at least, not in public. But if he would go home after this, then what’s the harm, right?

“That’s it? Just one dance and you’ll come eat and go home?” He nods, placing both of your chopsticks down before getting up and sticking his hand out for you. You hated dancing in public but Yugyeom would always tell you how good you were at it, the others agreeing at the one time they all caught you vibing with a song. No one would see, right? You toss a glance at the door to make sure no one was there. Everybody would be too focused in their own dance rooms to come in and see you both dancing. Plus, you knew he wasn’t gonna budge from this. Might as well agree to this..

“I promise we’ll leave after we eat! I’ll even- hey- I'll even do the dishes for a week.” Ooo that did sound tempting. You absolutely HATED doing the dishes. Cooking? No problem. But dishes? Blech, disgusting. Placing your hand in his, he helps you up.

“Make it a week and a half and you got a deal.” You could see the spark in his eyes when as he nodded excitedly, turning over to the speakers and scrolling through his phone. Quickly looking down at your outfit, you were glad you choose some yoga pants and a crop top hoodie with a sports bra underneath. You almost feel like you planned this outfit on purpose for this but really, you just grabbed whatever clothes was near you at the time.

“Deal. I have the prefect song! And you can’t ask what it is!” You tilt your head to the side, resting a hand on your hip as you watch him still looking for the song. You couldn’t stop the smile from your lips when you saw the goofy grin on his face through the mirror.

“Can I at least know the artist?” He sighs exaggeratedly, glancing over to you and leaning back a lil to show how bothered he was from the question.

“Fine, if you must know: its from that band CNCO and PRETTYMUCH.” You raise an eyebrow.

“I know at least one of those artists.” He shushes you with one hand, looking back at his phone before letting out a yelp.

“Awesome, hear it is.” He tsks, glancing back between the spot next to you and the phone. “Ahh, I can probably make it, right? Wait- you know what?- whatever, let’s do this.” Fiddling with the phone a bit longer, he quickly puts it down and races over to you, almost tripping in the process.

“Jesus, Gyeomie, you’re gonna-“ He grabs your waist, standing behind you and shaking his head to silence you. You really wonder what song is gonna play at this point.

“It’s gonna start soon. Follow my lead.” Before you can question him, the music starts: a small voice saying something in the distance before the singers start:

PRETTYMUCH {4 beats}

Yugyeom starts to sway and you follow suit, his hands never leaving your waist as you both go along with the beat.

CNCO {2 beats}

You both sway for a second longer before he reaches for your hand and spins you around, making you face him and pulling you even closer to him. Your breathes mingle together while both of you look down, following the move of your legs.

Tu juego me sube y me baja como te conviene {8 beats}

You let your body slowly roll on his while letting him hold you up, his eyes never leaving your face as he stares in pure fascination. You step away from him, letting your fingers run along the skin of his arm as you clasped into his hand, posing before spinning back into him.

A mí se me nota que quiero lo mismo que quieres {7 beats}

When you spin back into him, he dips you low to the floor then snaps back up. Having your back facing him, you drag yourself down his body, your hands feeling the fabric slide while you finally reach to his stomach.

Yeah, you're looking so rude, looking at me (Yeah) {4 beats}

You continue to sway as you slowly get up, letting your ass grind up his leg and rest on his crotch. You hear him gasp as your movements and you can’t help but grin, the satisfaction of beating him at his own game. It’s short lived, however, when he suddenly puts his hands on top of your thighs, pushing you more into him and guiding your hips into his.

Baby, that rude girl thang, work, work it on me {5 beats}

His lips ghost over your neck while your hand lifts to run through his slightly sweaty hair. You could care less about the sweat at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to dance, to tease him with your moves. You kinda hated how much you were starting to get into it.

Cerquita en donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes (Yeah) {8 beats}

His hands swept up your torso, your skin on fire while he helped you slip out your hoodie, revealing your sports bra. Quickly facing him, you notice the passion in his eyes with the hint of something dangerous, making you to shiver in excitement. Okay, fuck wanting to mess with him, you just want him.

Oh me, oh my God {4 beats}

Placing your hand on his cheek, you hook your legs around his hips and swing your upper body around as he holds the small of your back, his fingers slightly digging into your skin.

I give my best, you deserve it {4 beats}

He shimmeys as you come back up, still holding you up and twirling you around before putting you down. He looks to you for permission, for what, you don’t know but nod anyways.

Oh me, oh my God {4 beats}

Walking away from you, he struts a few steps ahead and you watch as he goes off in his own lil world: his limbs moving to each beat with such fluidity that you stare in awe.

'Cause you got me countin' the ways {4 beats}

You’re so glad that he’s found his passion before meeting you because he really knows how to work his body and you honestly couldn’t imagine him doing anything else.

(Uno) She want that {2 beats}

He spins around to you, smirking as he takes a step towards you to the beat of the bass and reaching his hand out for you. But he suddenly drops to the ground.

(Dos) I give that {2 beats}

He pulls his iconic grind-on-me move and you laugh, him tearing it up with his hip grinding to the floor, his body moving around while continuing. God, the things he could do to you.

(Tres) She come back, me necesita {4 beats}

You were so tempted to stop and kiss him right now but you held back, not wanting to stop him as he’s really feeling the music. But as he hip thrusts up in the air, eyes beckoning to you, you quickly join him on the floor. Climbing over him, he grinds against you before you shake your head, giving him a quick peak on the lips and pulling both of you up. He laughs and yanks you into his arms.

No longer paying attention to the words of the song, you both just dance: making up moves that happen to fit the mood and beat of the bass. Your bodies intertwine and twist, hands roaming freely and hips swinging around. The thought of anyone seeing you guys wasn’t anywhere in your mind as you just focused on him: how his fingers ran across your skin, his breathe on your neck, the smile that never left his lips. He had to be thinking of the same thing as his moves would switch between gentle and rough but his eyes were the same: crinkled in mischievous joy, but joy nonetheless.

At some point though, he misjudged his step and tripped, bringing you down with him. Groaning once you landed on the floor, you tossed him a lazy glare as he grinned. You really couldn’t be too mad at him, he was just a dork so as you stared at each other, you guys couldn’t resist laughing.

“Gyeomie, you’re such a klutz.” He raises his eyebrow at you, still laughing.

“Says the one who spazzes out when they’re startled.” You roll your eyes, giggling while he rests his hand on your hip.

“Yea yea yea...” Sighing, you suddenly realize something. Lifting your head, you look at the speakers, Yugyeom following you with his eyes in confusion.

“What?” You point a finger up, tilting your head. The music playing was different, now it was some Chris Brown song.

“The song’s done.” He listens for a second and smiles.

“Yea, I guess you’re right. Wanna go for another round?” You tsk at him, getting up and picking up your hoodie he tossed aside.

“No, a deal’s a deal. Go eat now.” He sighs, pouting while rolling over to his stomach and crossing his arms.

“Hmph, fine. But can you feed me?” Dragging the food over, you laugh.

“Sure, but that just means I’m eating most of this and giving you bits.” Staring each other down, you refuse to be the one to lose the contest. Luckily for you, he breaks and sits up, sticking his hand out. Ah-ha, You: 2 Him: 0.

“Hand me the chopsticks.” Grinning, you give him the utensils and open up the food again. You sigh happily as you notice the bulgogi isn't cold.

“Yes, it’s still warm. Ugh, I'm so glad or else we would’ve had problems. I remember the last time I got this from that same restaurant, it was cold and boy, did I raise hell. Anyways, dig in Gyeomie. ” You pick up the kimpap and put it in your mouth. Looking up, you finally notice him just watching, the biggest smile on his dopey face. You smile in confusion as you try to swallow the food down. “What?” He grins, shaking his head.

“Nothing, I just love you” he says before mumbling to himself, “this would've been the best time to propose if only the jewelry shop didn’t mess up the ring size.” You choke at that last part, startling him as you start to cough. Panicking, he grabs a water bottle and hands it to you. “Here, drink!”

Grabbing the bottle, you rush to open it and down some water, hoping it would help wash down the food but your mind was somewhere else. You could feel your cheeks burning as you began to calm down, his hands rubbing your back. You give him a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay as you grab his arm.

“What did you say? Ring size?” His eyes widen before laughing nervously, looking away quickly and scratching at the back of his head.

“What? I didn’t say that!” You shake your head, squeezing his arm to make him look at you.

“Yugyeom, are you planning to propose to me?” His opens his mouth then closes it, gaping like a fish for a bit. Just as you were gonna ask again, he bolts up, grabbing his stuff and picks up the other food container. He doesn’t make eye contact the whole time.

“Ha-what?! N-no. Hey, you know what?! I think we should eat this at home. Come on!” Walking out the door, you’re stunned as you stare after him. He was gonna propose to you? He wants to marry you? You feel your heart swell at the thought of marrying him before suddenly realizing he dodged the question. Gathering the rest of the food and your belongings, you rush out the door. He’s not getting away that easy!

“YAH! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

[saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester]

Salem Nights

Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut

A/N: I really enjoyed this! Hang in there folks!

The tapping sound of keyboards and swishing of papers filled the bunker's library. There had been zero cases in over a month and now that it was October, your were sure to find something. The scary movies weren't cutting it anymore, now you needed something real.

"I've got nothing," Dean huffed and threw the news papers onto the table. Sam's expression the same. "Maybe there isn't..."

You threw your hands in the air shushing the room. "I think I found something," your excitement boiling. You giggled and showed the computer screen to Sam and Dean. "Supposedly, there was a siting of a witch in... wait for it.. Salem Massachusetts. Every year, two weeks before Halloween, some young girl goes missing an' you wanna know what everyone says about all the victims, they were last seen walking past the main cemetary after visiting the local historic sites."

"Wait a minute," Sam laughed. "This could be any story someone made up and Salem is known for it's 'spooky witch stories'. Why does this excite you so much?"

"Sam," you squeaked and looked at Dean for help, but finding the same confused brow raise. "This is Salem we're talking about! Have you never seen Hocus Pocus? Come on dude, I know the two of you are getting restless just as much as I am. I don't ever complain about going on the cases that you guys choose. Please let me have this one!"

Dean rubbed his hands across his face before a smile spread across his lips. "The kid's got a point," he said and looked towards you, your eyes looking at the table after hearing the nickname. He only used it because it annoyed you. You put your feelings to the side for a minute and looked up to find those beautiful green eyes on you. "All of us will go crazy if we sit here any longer. I'm sure we can find some activities to enjoy while we are working."

You couldn't hide your excitement any longer, jumping up and walking up the library steps. "I'm going to pack my bags," you laughed and raced to your room. "This is going to be amazing," you screamed over your shoulder.

"We leave at three," you heard Dean's voice echo.

...

The next morning you woke up to Baby's engine purring. "Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," Dean said and caught your tired eyes in the mirror. "I was starting to wonder if you were going to sleep the whole way. This is your trip after all."

You laughed and sat up further in your seat looking between the boys. "Ya know, Dean, you could just wake me and tell me to get in the car. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you like carrying me when I am still asleep." You smiled your best smile, running your hands through his short hair.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean blushed and fiddled with the radio, trying to distract himself from your touch. He finally found his classic rock station and the last advertisement was going off, followed by the tune of a familiar Halloween song.

"Oh no," Sam and Dean groaned. They knew you would be singing in a heart beat. "This must be some special playlist or something they are doing," Sam sighed and sat further into his seat.

You couldn't help but giggle and started to sing the first verse. "I put a spell on you," you leaned into Sam bumping his shoulder. "Because you're mine," you slid your ams arcoss their seat now nudging Dean. For a split second he found your face, his tongue slipping past his lips to wet them, until his wondering eyes found the road again. The fall colors outside the Impala windows made his eyes and face seem brighter. He was showing his age in the yellow and orange light and you shivered.

Sam looked at the two of you like you had went crazy. "Wh.. what Sam? Can't keep up," Dean cleared his throat trying to adjust his stiff jeans the best he could. "I put a spell on you," Dean hummed quietly.

"This is going to be a long trip," Sam rolled his eyes and looked out his window.

...

The Impala rolled into town as the sun was setting. You couldn't believe how beautiful this place was. The old buildings from left to right. You couldn't hear the conversation from the back seat, but you could have sworn Sam said he had seen the word 'witch' at least five times already.

Dean pulled into the first hotel as soon as you got into Salem. "Maybe once we get settled we can start one of our tours," Dean looked at you as you made your way to the front office. "Two rooms, please," he smiled at the clerk. The girl behind the counter typed something into her computer and handed Dean the keys, one for you and the other for him and Sam. Oh, how you wanted to be sharing that room with Dean.

You were happy to find that your room wasn't but two doors down and not across the hotel from the guys. A blast of warm air comforts you when you step through the door frame. There was nothing special about the room, but you did smile at the fall colors that decorated the room. Maybe you weren't the only one who thought Salem would look weird without them.

Once you threw you things down on the table the small room had to offer, you checked you hair and makeup you did on the ride there. "As good as it's going to get," you smiled and twirled your ponytail. You jumped when the sudden knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.

"Coming," you sang and bolted for the door. Before you, the two Winchesters stood. "Ready," you asked and stepped outside.

"Hey, I spotted this shop right as we came in. I figured we could check it out first," Dean smiled at you and your knees almost buckled. Did he really see the store and think about you?

...

The three of you stopped just outside the shop door and looked in different directions of the store. The wood on the building was stained from years of weather, hex bags hung on the shutters and small signs were tapped on the windows. "On sale. Cast a spell on any friendship jewelry," Dean read and laughed. "Hey, what if I buy you something and you buy me something and we see what the 'spell caster' has to say about us?"

"Great," muttered Sam. "I'm going to find us something warm to drink. You two go and geek out."

"You're on Winchester," you giggled at his offer and walked through the tiny room before waving goodbye to Sam. The smell of sage hitting you fast, sending you and Dean into coughing fits. It was almost too funny. "I'll take this isles," you pointed at the men's jewelry. "An' you take that one. We meet at the palm reader's table and then our first tour," you ordered.

It didn't take much convincing Dean and you hummed to yourself looking at the beaded jewelry. You were admiring a beautiful hand crafted watch when you read the note at the bottom of it's box. Watch your soulmate fall for you. "Sounds cheesy. What the hell," you laughed and put the cover over the box.

When you found your way to the palm reader's table, you spotted that familiar leather jacket and a calmness in those beautiful green eyes. Apparently Dean didn't want you to see what he picked out for you because his box was closed too.

"Next," you heard the gypsy behind the booth say. You and Dean slid in across from her and smiled at the older lady. "Oh, I know just the spell for you two," she smiled and her dimples showed for a split second.

Dean made a nervous glance towards you and you saw his hands shake. You bumped into his shoulder playfully like you had in the car, his smile reaching his eyes. You hadn't heard her spell end and the small lady cleared her throat for your attention. "That'll be seven fifty, doll face," she said and Dean fumbled for the change. "One more thing," she added. "Before the sun completely sets, before you wear your jewelry, you must pass the old Witch House or the spell doesn't work."

With a quick goodbye you and Dean made your way out the door, finding Sam outside with three cups of cider. The blast of cold air hit your nose and cheeks in a matter of seconds. “Damn it, it’s cold,” Sam mumbled before taking a sip of his apple cider. “The two of you can have this. I’m going back to the hotel to research.”

You and Dean giggled as you watched the baby brother scoot between tourists on the busy street. His head ducking every sign that hung low and his ‘I’m sorry’ to everyone he bumped into on the small sidewalk. “Hey, maybe we should hit that witch house first like the lady said,” his eyes finding yours again and he reached for your free hand with his. “In case we see someone or something trying to get you,” he smirked when your eyebrows raised at his touch.

“I like the sound of that, Winchester.” You smiled and gave his fingers a light squeeze before wondering further down the busy street. Leaves were falling and swaying in the cool breeze all around you, and the bright shade of the sun made the small town glow with its orange and yellow beams. Your eyes caught sight of the witch house tour sign outside a iron gate covered in the thickest of vines and leaves. “Well this is it. It’s more beautiful than what I was expecting,” you let out a deep sign and turned to Dean. You were a little shocked to find his gaze on you instead of this house.

“Mmhmm.. I have to agree,” he smiled and brushed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

You were caught in each other’s stares and blushes when a small woman with a slim figure walked up to you. “Will the two of you be joining the tour tonight,” her voice chirping when she spoke and you nodded yes, not trusting your own voice to speak. “Right this way, then.” She smiled and gestured towards the larger crowd. You looked at Dean one last time and nodded at the group to join them.

“Before we go in there,” Dean smirked. “Do you think we can exchange our gifts now,” he asked and his face lit up even more.You had never seen the hunter before you so happy about something so small.

“Okay, Dean. Close your eyes.” You watched his eyes flutter and adjust to the movement before you pulled the small box from your bag and took the top off. The glass clock shining in the sun light. “Alright, open.”

There was so many emotions that crossed Dean’s face in that moment, you couldn’t tell if he liked it until he gave you his best ‘ Dean Winchester’ smile. “This is beautiful handwork, Y/N! I love it, thank you,” he licked his lips and gave you his wrist to wrap the band of the watch around it. You smiled when a thought about dressing Dean Winchester crossed your mind.

“My turn,” you giggled and put your hands over your eyes like a little kid.

“Okay, open,” Dean’s voice almost a whisper. You put your hands down at your sides and then they came to your face, covering your mouth. The dainty necklace swinging from Dean’s fingers. “I know you love fall so much, I wanted you to have something to remember tonight by. And I know you like the color red..” he trailed off when he caught your blush, staring at the little red pumpkin on the small chain.

“Dean this is the sweetest thing. I love it so much.” You turned from him and pulled your hair over your shoulders, waiting for him to drape the necklace in its place. He turned you around to face him when he was through. “Come on, let’s not keep them waiting.

There was more to the tour than history and the chill in the house. There was a small tension that lingered throughout the group, gasping and humming to the neat information that went through one ear and out the other. You stopped in the large hallway of that old house, the floors creaking beneath your feet when you swayed back and forth. “Dean, did you find something,” you turned to him and his face lit up before pulling you closer to him.

“Yea, I think I did,” his eyes reflecting from the glow of the sun through the large window in the room. “An’ she’s been beside me this whole time,” he said before his lips met yours. His fingers drew slow circles into your cheeks, his tongue licking your bottom lip just before exploring your mouth. Dean’s lips were so soft and smooth and all you could do was feel. Feel him all around you. His weight shifting on each foot before breaking the kiss.

“The spell,” you said in realization before kissing him again. His hands roamed freely around your waist, up your back, and through your hair. You squeezed your legs together, trying to fight that sensation there and losing. All you wanted was Dean. When you stepped back again you saw the many faces from the crowd you were with and they started whistling and clapping for the two of you. You flashed a smile towards them and back at Dean. “Let’s get back to the room, handsome,” you whispered before leaving a kiss on his pink nose.

The walk back to your room was pure torture and when you slipped through the bedroom door and heard the door slam shut behind you Dean had you pushed onto the bed. The warmth of his body over yours all too real. His breath tickling your neck from the light kisses he left there. Dean’s fingers grazed down your thighs and to your shoes, removing them from your feet then his as well. When he crawled up your body again you were pushing each other out of every layer of clothing until his naked body hovered over yours. He looked into your eyes before leaning in close to your lips again. “Y/N, are you sure you want this,” he asked brushing your hair behind your ear like earlier that day, trying to find any hidden discomfort.

“Dean,” you pleaded and ran your fingers through his hair and down the center of his neck. You watched him lean into the touch there. “There has never been a day where I didn’t want this.” You watched the small smile spread across his face. Dean found your lips again, his teeth pulling your bottom lip and letting it pop back. His hand held your wrists above your head and his other hand spread your legs further between the two of you. You knew Dean was tall and strong but you never guessed he was this soft and sweet. His lips never breaking from yours. Your breathing faltered when you felt his fingers move in circles over your clit. The pressure building there. “Dean,” you moaned into his mouth and arched you back off the bed.

Dean’s fingers slowly made his way to your dripping heat and he teased you there with a bitter sweet back and forth motion.He took his time and watched you adjust to him. You had watched his hands for years on the job, wondering what they were capable of. Now you were in the middle of closing yourself around them taking in two knuckles at the same time. “You’re so wet and ready for me, sweetheart,” his voice sounded so hot, and his fingers still pumped in and out of you causing you to scream out and hit your high. He let you ride his hand until you came down, leaving small kisses from your shoulder to your lips, dropping your hands.

Running your hands down his chest and past his waist, you felt his breath hitch when your fingers began to wrap around him. You gave him a few pumps before smearing the precome on his tip down his member and over the vein that ran on the underside of him. “Do you liked that baby,” you cooed in his ear when you felt him come down from spilling in your slick fingers.

You felt Dean tease your folds again before his tip eased through you. The stretch was sinfully sweet and the breath the two of you let out in unison turned you on even more. This seemed so right with him. The twitch between your legs pulled you from your thoughts and made you gasp out loud, leaving that comment and the case you were there for behind.

…

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[boycottphil]

Hello there, how are you? I saw your post where you offer to write hetalia fanfics and hmmm...I wonder if you could write some cute, fluff + smutty usuk fanfic? You can choose the theme, I'm not that picky, I just don't like omegaverse and mpreg that much lmao. If you're too busy or somehow can't, it's totally ok, I just thought of asking. Thanks for contributing to the community

For context, I am taking fanfic requests! 

Pairing: UsUk  Rating: M  Warnings: Mention of drug usage!!  Word count: 2760

The night was long, perhaps a bit too long for a single loner like Arthur. It was a rather boring Saturday of reading a new bestseller when Francis came barging into Arthur’s flat, absolutely insisting on taking him out to town for a bit of drinking and dancing. Apparently there was a new club with a 70s and 80s theme, playing all the best songs of the two decades. Francis was already dressed appropriately in fun colourful clothes, that seemed too over-the-top yet just right for the occasion.

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Arthur struggled finding anything in his closet that would be good enough, and he had initially hoped to use the lack of an appropriate wardrobe to his advantage; that is, not going out of his flat. The book was just getting good and he desperately needed to-

But no. Francis came prepared with a funky coat and bright neon green pants that would “do Arthur’s ass justice,” to use Francis’s own words.

Arthur’s plan of staying in fell through, and an hour after Francis had shattered Arthur’s dreams of a quiet night, they were already in the club. It was packed full of people, all dancing, drinking and some doing suspiciously illegal-looking substances. Arthur averted his eyes from a group of young women chanting ‘molly’ repeatedly until one of their friends took the pill.

This was not Arthur’s scene. He was a man in his early 30s. He was already past his drug-crazed days. He didn’t exactly find joy in being numbed and dumbed down anymore. When he was in college, years ago, he would have perhaps walked up to the women or men and used his charm to get a couple pills before wooing one of them to go home with him.

Those times are over. He had a nine to five, he’s been through multiple year-long relationships and he’s more mature, and responsible and…

...awfully lonely and single.

Francis dragged him to the middle of the dance floor. The mass of sweaty and tightly-packed bodies grinding against each other coaxed Arthur to loosen up a bit. The music was fun, up-beat and had Arthur’s body moving in no time at all. Perhaps he had been a bit too judgemental of the party scene in the last few years. There was a lot more going on than he thought, not to mention, he spotted more than a few people looking at him with what seemed to be genuine interest.

One set of eyes in particular caught his attention from across the dance floor. Curious, bright blue, and wide from either adrenaline, some sort of drug, or maybe just plain alcohol. Frankly, Arthur struggled seeing much between the flashing lights straining his eyes and the music blastin loudly through the club’s many speakers and distracting him. The bit of eye contact did manage to make him feel just a little bit more confident. He had been a hermit in his own life for so long that he didn’t think he could attract the attention of anyone at all in his “old” age.

The stranger stepped closer, revealing a smile on slightly crooked lips and a brow quirked up in intrigue. Arthur turned away from Francis, who had been too busy flirting with a couple of young girls to notice his friend’s rather sudden departure.

The song changed, the previous one fading away softly as the second one melted seamlessly with upbeat drums into the room. The crowd slowed for mere seconds before the movement picked up yet again and Arthur was once more pulled into dance, as if involuntarily, by his feet. This time, though, he was accompanied by a tall and muscular man who couldn’t possibly be older than 25.

“Nice pants,” the stranger said, clearly an America. He had to lean in close to speak directly into Arthur’s ear in order to be heard at all

The Brit gave a laugh and shook his head before going on his tip toes and speaking into the other’s ear, “thanks, they were not my choice. But apparently they make my ass look good.”

He pulled back just enough to see the American’s eyes travel from his face down his neck, over his torso, to land and linger on his hips. Arthur smirked to himself and then, copying what many people had started doing, stepped closer and putting his arms boldly around the American’s neck, coaxing them both to start dancing in the rhythm of the catchy and rather fast-paced song.

They didn’t speak. Their interactions consisted of wandering hands and suggestive looks. Arthur did not know this stranger’s name, and neither did he want to tell his own just yet. He was happy with the way their legs moved in synch and their fingers lingered too long on each other’s hips and backs during the slower songs.

But before the Brit got too used to it, they had moved out of the centre of the dance floor and toward the wall in the back.

The music was just as loud as it had been on the dance floor, though merely a dull thump in Arthur’s mind, as his back soon touched the cool brick lined wall. His hands cupped two strong shoulders and his lips were covered by those of this gorgeous stranger. He did not mind the lack of air or the tightness of another body just a bit larger than his own pressing flush against him in a demanding manner.

“I want to take you home,” Arthur found himself saying, his hands sliding down the other’s arms until their kiss turned into their lips brushing against each other while they spoke.

“Good. I live too far from here to take you home,” the stranger said in a light tone, his eyes glinting with the red and purple flashing lights surrounding them.

Arthur nudged him off and then took his hand, his grip slick from sweat, and began leading him out of the club. He sent Francis a quick text saying he would be gone, and that he took someone home so he shouldn’t be disturbed. He got no answer, as he expected but a least that meant that Francis wasn’t out looking for him.

Arthur lived close to the club, so a short cab ride was quick and filled with “accidental” touches of thighs and knees. Arthur paid for their ride and then took the stranger’s hand, leading him up to his fourth floor flat. Were this man anyone but a hookup, he would say he wouldn’t need to take his shoes off… but…

Well he wanted everything off.

Without hesitation, he had the other pinned to a wall, lips kissing down his neck, hands working his coat off before he began unbuttoning his metallic blue shirt. His hands were working from memory of the other countless times he had had someone in a similar position. One button, another, then again, until his fingers brushed over smooth skin and coarse hairs that he could finally touch. He slid the shirt off the stranger’s body, and soon felt the cool touch of rough hands sliding up from his abdomen to his chest.

He gave a little gasp, parting his lips from the heated skin of the stranger’s neck. “Fuck,” he whispered, as two fingers pinched at one of his nipples.

“Someone likes this,” came the purr, making Arthur’s eyesopen.

The Brit snorted and slid his hands down to the hem of the American’s jeans. He easily popped the bottom open. He saw the American inhale sharply. “Someone likes this,” he smirked and slid his thumb down the zipper, pinching it and pulling it to expose the tented briefs underneath.

“Your accent’s so fucking hot,” the blond answered. Arthur rolled his eyes.

He pulled the other’s pants down past his hips, the American standing a bit too still for his liking. “Well? Are you going to keep undressing me or was that little nipple stunt all you could pull?” He asked as he nudged the other to make him step out of his jeans.

“I- oh.” The American snapped out of his trance. “So uh before… we go there.” Arthur laughed a bit at his stumbling and stammering. “What’s your name?”

Arthur didn’t answer right away and instead took his own shirt off and threw it aside. “Arthur,” he supplied, just as he saw the other open his mouth, most likely to fill in the silence.

“Oh, cool.” Another pause. “I’m Alfred.” Arthur gave a nod and then stepped back, took Alfred’s hand and began leading him toward the bedroom. The room itself was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight and the orange hue of a streetlight.

Alfred was stood at the foot of the bed, watching as Arthur took off the neon pants. Arthur saw as his gaze followed the fabric, lingering on his thighs and calves before looking back up into his eyes. The Brit winked at him before shamelessly taking off the briefs clinging to his skin.

He was immensely satisfied when Alfred’s tongue poked from between his lips and brushed quickly over his upper lip. The Brit crawled up onto his bed, on all fours, making sure the American had plenty to see as he did so.

The look of lust he was given once he laid down did wonders for his ego. “Alfred?” He asked, his eyes lingering on the briefs keeping him from what he wanted so badly.

“Yes?” The American asked, one hand reaching down to palm at his own crotch.

“How about you come here and fuck me?”

Alfred regained his composure enough to ditch his own briefs and join Arthur on the bed. He placed his hands on the Brit’s naked sides and slid them up and down before he leaned down to kiss at his lips feverishly.

Arthur was a whining mess even before the end of their short-lived makeout session, filled with swirling tongues and hot breaths. He tugged gently on Alfred’s hair and then reached down with his other hand to grasp at the American’s aching cock. He gave it a few pumps. “Well?”

“Lube? I don’t-” Alfred started, though Arthur interrupted,

“I have everything,” he mumbled and then reached into one of the bedside drawers to pull out a condom and a half empty bottle of lube. He handed both to Alfred, mumbling that he was fine. He didn’t need any stretching.

The American’s hands were a bit shaky as he tore open the packaging and rolled the rubber over his cock. Arthur could tell he was a bit not-in-his element, so he made it easier for him and rolled over onto his front, pulling himself up onto all fours. He pressed his chest to the mattress and spread his legs apart in the most slutty way he possibly could.

If the caught breath and sharp exhale were anything to go by, then he assumed Alfred liked the sight. And not too long after, Arthur felt cold lube drip over his exposed hole, seconds after which he felt the blunt tip of Alfred’s hot and hard cock teasing at the sensitive muscles. He moaned encouragingly as the other sank deeper and deeper inside him. He was in heaven, the moment he felt Alfred bottom out.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he mumbled, back arching, fingers tangling in the sheets below. He couldn’t wait for Alfred, so he began rocking back against Alfred’s cock, driving it deeper inside. He cursed under his breath, over and over again. Once Alfred began fucking into him, his voice pitched and his eyes rolled back briefly.

He perhaps assumed Alfred would be softer, slower, taking his time with Arthur and making sure the Brit was not hurt in the first few thrusts.

But no… Alfred did not hold back at all. He started bucking into him, grabbing his hips and angling himself properly so that every time he pushed in or pulled out, Arthur was arching his back and letting out gasps and grunts. His eyes were closed shut, his hips trembling and his every nerve ending feeling as if it were on fire.

Alfred was passionate, and despite fucking Arthur in a way that had his eyes rolling back, he still placed kisses on his neck and back, teeth grazing over his pulsepoint and making Arthur shiver.

The American pressed the Brit’s hips down, holding them there as he rammed into him, truly getting Arthur to scream out as his sweet spot was brushed against over, and over, and over again. He was forced to hump the mattress to get some relief for his own neglected and desperate cock. He was pent up, whining and moaning, eyes tearing up, his body shaking with his need to cum.

Alfred seemed to be no better off. His rhythm wavered and his hands squeezed down hard enough to leave bruises on Arthur’s hips. Not that the Brit would mind, he loved the thought of having bruises and bites and marks to remind him of the night he spent with the gorgeous blue-eyed-blond stranger.

The room was dim and full of noises; the bed shaking and rattling, both their grunts and moans bouncing off the walls. The Americana had mumbled a warning already, holding back just because Arthur wanted to enjoy the sensations some more with begs of ‘no, not yet’ and ‘more, more’ and ‘Alfred, fuck me harder.’

Though that was short-lived too, as at the height of the intensity, Alfred pushed himself in as deep as he could, and was thrown over the edge, the rubber catching all of his cum. Arthur was allowed to sit up, and was grateful to get to start stroking his own cock. Alfred, noticing he could be useful, leaned down and began eating the other out, his tongue proving to be talented enough to push Arthur over the edge.

The Brit gasped and panted through his orgasm, his thighs shaking with the intensity of it. He collapsed onto the bed and in his own puddle of cum.  Alfred joined him, laying down beside him. The Brit sighed, satisfied. He turned his head to look at the other.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said, tone playful.

Alfred laughed, a bright laugh that made Arthur’s lips curl up into a smile. “Yeah, that wasn’t bad at all.” He turned to look at Arthur and took in the sight of him; the way the orange light fell on his face, the shadow his roman nose cast on his lips, the way his strawberry blond hair fell over his forehead…

“You’re pretty, huh.” It wasn’t a question, Arthur noticed. Alfred was merely complimenting him. “I prefer handsome… You’re cute, though,” the Brit answered.

“I prefer sexy,” Alfred said playfully.

Arthur chuckled and then, deciding to throw his pride out the window, scooted closer to cuddle up to the other. He looked into his eyes, as if asking if that was all right. He got a smile as an answer, and an arm wrapped around him. They spent the next few minutes like that, the room now truly falling silent. They touched, like they had been doing all night, but instead of wandering hands and lusty grabs, it was sweet caresses and lasting glances.

Arthur had been lonely for so long, touch starved too. Alfred made those emotions wash away, becoming more akin to an almost forgotten memory. He wanted the feeling to last forever. He wanted to never have to be alone again. The warmth, the calmness of their breathing synching… It was all perfect. All amazing in ways he almost forgot were possible.

He fell asleep, rather fast for his own liking, but he couldn’t help it. He was comfortable, with a soft man holding him, and basking in post-orgasmic bliss. He wished he had stayed awake longer, maybe to talk with Alfred, see if they were a good match. See if there could be something… Maybe that thought wasn’t mutual, was his last thought before sleep took over.

The following morning, he woke up rather late, and was met with an empty bed. Just as disappointment began to settle in, he saw a cute baby blue note on the other pillow. The handwriting was hard to read and messy, but readable.

‘I had a lot of fun last night,

Call me ;)

-Alfred F. Jones’

Arthur was so happy; his late late night thoughts turned out to be false. He saved the number in his phone, and sent a quick text.

‘Hey, it’s Arthur. I had fun too. Want to meet for lunch?’

[lauren-jauregello]

I don't understand people who claim to be 5H fans but pick and choose from the group. Camila is talented as hell and has every right to leave the group if she wants to. She's not abandoning anyone, she's not being selfish, she's pursuing her own career path.

Okay well first of all, I don't "pick and choose" anyone in the group in any way. I do love, and HAVE loved and supported everyone in the group throughout my duration of being a 5h fan. I reblog all of them, and have never loved one more than the other. I personally relate the most to Lauren, so i would consider myself a Lauren girl, but i have never supported the rest of the girls any less. This used to include Camila as well, but she is no longer a part of the group, and therefore I no longer have any obligation to support her "solo endeavors" when i genuinely do not support them. She IS abandoning the group and she IS being selfish in doing so. Not to the fans, but to her fellow group members. Fifth Harmony is at the pinnacle of their careers at the moment, and they are just starting to get known and make history, and to leave that before they've really had a solid chance to prove and secure themselves is selfish and all around stupid. Her leaving does not only affect her, she has now put the other four girl's careers on the line to help her own. Thats not something that I, as a person, not just as a fan, can stand behind. She only cares about her own fame and success and could give a fuck less if the other girls make it or not. Thats not just a simple business move, thats a shady, gross, and greedy move and i cannot stand behind it. Ive tried so hard to see her perspective about it, ive tried to think that she meant well by it, but no matter how much ive tried, i just cannot see good reason behind it. With good morals and intentions, i would never be able to go through with something like that. Also, half co-writing a generic foreseeable chart topper is not following your heart. She barely wrote a line or two of the chorus, as it was a sampled song. This was never about writing her own music and "following her heart." It was about money and fame. The truth sucks ass, but you can't just ignore it. I'm sorry. I'm not going to send her any hate or anything, because thats not me, but i'm also going to stand by my thoughts and knowledge. And from that, i can say that i do not support her anymore. 😌