and by want it i mean need it desperately

The only things you need to know about Spiderman Homecoming
  • Donald Glover is this film for all of 3 minutes but he has the best line:      “I like bread.”
  • Tony Stark is desperately trying to be A Dad™
  • Michael Keaton is A1 (that means gr8)
  • there is a 5-minutes scene that is stressful
  • suit lady
  • he crashes through a lot of things which is bad because he is very small and I want to protect him
  • he pets a cat at one point

hello, i’m erin.

i’m really poor, my family is financially unstable all the time because my parents have walking/moving disabilities and it’s hard for them to find proper jobs since they can barely move. lately we’ve been having major financial problems.

they both used to work until the thing i was afraid of happened; my diabetic mom’s health condition started getting worse and worse. she couldn’t handle the pressure and the bullying at work so she had to quit her job. however, her health is the main priority in this entire thing so i don’t blame her at all.

as for now, my father is the only source of income. his monthly salary is $150 and as you can see that’s far from enough to maintain three people. i’ve tried to get a job myself but no one wanted to hire me because i’m a minor.

for the past few months my mom’s illness has been progressing, we even got her a wheelchair since she couldn’t walk at all. she needs a damn expensive diabetic healthcare course right now. my father works day and night just to gain some money. also, i contributed with my savings even though it wasn’t much. 

yesterday, she got into a diabetic coma. it’s a life-threatening diabetes complication that can lead to death if it’s left untreated. in the case of my mother, it is fatal. the treatment that can help is extremely expensive and i have no idea what me and my dad are supposed to do in this situation.

our efforts are not enough for my mom’s medical assurance. the amount of money we have by now can provide only around half a month (if not less) of medicines. my dad is working all the time he doesn’t even sleep at this point, it’s a miracle if he gets at least 2 hours of sleep a day. but unfortunately it’s never enough.

i feel pathetic and useless, the tears are streaming down my face as i’m typing this and the fact that i can’t help in any way is killing me. it’s an obvious fact that she is going to die if we don’t pay for the medical assurance. please help, i really don’t want to lose my mother she means the world to me.

only money can help us in this harsh situation so if you can donate i’ll be forever thankful. 

if you can, do it through paypal. my paypal email is: erinrin.rin@mail.ru

any amount will be highly appreciated, i’m not asking for much, really. also reblog this please, it does matter and i hope i’ll find people who can help. i’ve seen people on here do wonderful things to help people in need just like me. i truly believe that you have the power to save my mother. i will try to post this on gofund me as well so hopefully more people will get to know about my terrible situation. i know i already posted about my mother’s condition around 1 year ago on my another account and i’m really sorry for sharing my situation again, but back then it wasn’t even half as bad as it is now. i need your help now more than ever so please be understanding. i truly hope that you kind people can help us. it’s totally okay if you don’t donate though, just keep my mom in your prayers please, it means a lot. 

i’m desperate please help, i’m begging you, i don’t want to lose my mother.

thank you so much.

The first time Viktor and Yuuri fight, they’re up until 5 in the morning.

It started with nothing in particular, actually. Something that Viktor had forgot, which happened often, but this time, Yuuri didn’t feel well enough to let it slide.

So of course Yuuri didn’t tell Viktor he was upset. He was still working on opening up to him, after all. It had barely been a month since that day at the beach. Progress wasn’t instant.

Yuuri’s lack of admission turned into a strange tension, which led to Viktor trying to comfort Yuuri. Which was exactly what Yuuri had said didn’t help him, that day at the beach.

Yuuri snapped when Viktor tried to engulf him in a hug and bury his face in his neck, apology ready on his tongue. Without thinking, Yuuri shoved Viktor back, with enough force to make him stumble.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Viktor yelled, blinded with hurt and confusion. Viktor knew what defeat on the rink felt like, but it didn’t compared to the bitterness he felt in his throat in that moment.

Yuuri’s face crumpled into shame and frustration. He dropped to his knees and held his face in his hands.

Viktor didn’t know what to do. Should he try to hug him again? Wouldn’t that result in another shove? But he felt useless standing there, hands craving to hold Yuuri’s.

“Yuuri…” Viktor started, reaching out. Yuuri only shook his head and covered his eyes with his arm.

“Don’t, Viktor. Please.” And Yuuri ran to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Feeling lost and dazed, the only thing Viktor thought to do was to follow him.

“I said don’t!” Yuuri cried, hearing Viktor’s gentle knock on his bedroom door.

“Yuuri, I just want to help,” Viktor tried.

“I don’t need your help.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t give any.”

A pause.

“Viktor. I overreacted. It’s fine.”

Viktor had to stop himself from whining. “No, Yuuri, it’s not. I made you upset. Please, let me help you.”

Viktor didn’t expect what came next.

“I. Don’t. Need. Your. Help.” Yuuri’s voice was low, measured, desperate.

And suddenly Viktor came to his senses, remembering what Yuuri told him. He didn’t need anyone overstepping his boundaries.

Viktor backed away from the door slowly, making sure his footsteps were audible. “I’m not weak,” he heard Yuuri whisper from his room, and he knew he wasn’t meant to hear that.

Viktor returned to his room, hugging Makkachin close to his chest. “He’ll come out,” Viktor told the large dog. Makkachin thumped his tail and stuck out his tongue. “Eventually,” Viktor mumbled.

Yuuri did, almost three hours later. Viktor noticed his shadow through the thin screen of the door. Yuuri hadn’t knocked, and Viktor didn’t think he was even going to. He opened the door for him anyway.

Yuuri’s eyes were turned down, but he lifted his hand from his side. Viktor took it with a smile.

“I overreacted.”

“I made you feel weak.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“But I did. So I’m sorry,” Viktor said. “I should have known better.” He squeezed Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri squeezed back.

“I’m sorry too,” Yuuri said. And slowly, he let his arms wrap around Viktor’s body, allowing himself to sink into the solid warmth. Viktor welcomed him.

“You push pretty hard,” Viktor said.

Yuuri didn’t say anything, but Viktor swore his ears turned a bit red.

“I’m pretty sure you could lift me with that kind of strength,” Viktor continued.

Yuuri’s hand scrunched up the front of Viktor’s shirt.

“Just you wait, Nikiforov,” Yuuri chuckled into his shirt.

Play Me // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Daddy Kink, Oral (both), Spanking, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, and Swearing.

Word Count: 4,915

Song: Despacito by Luis Fonsi Ft. Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber

A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! 💖

In case you haven’t seen the video or you want to watch it again on loop if you’re like me. 

Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylan’s sinful tongue.

His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him — and he doesn’t even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.

It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan… he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylan’s calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t walk the next day.

His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.

“Alright!” I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. “Can we just please take a break from jamming right now? We’ve been at this for hours!”

Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. “I guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?”

“Yes!” Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. “Let’s go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.”

Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.

“You know, I think we should play our song one more time.” Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. “To get it perfect before we officially record it.”

Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylan’s dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.

“No, I think we should eat.” I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. “We need the break.”

“Maybe you need the break, kitten.” He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. “I mean, you do seem tense. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire band’s eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.

Fine then, two can play at this game.

“Having to constantly blow.” I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. “The instrument, I mean.”

“Well I think you blow just perfectly.”

I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We haven’t exactly told anyone about us yet — mainly because we don’t even know if there is an us. We’ve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylan’s crazy schedule, it’s been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.

“Just one more?” Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. “And then, I’ll- we’ll stop.”

“Just. One. More.” I stated through clenched teeth.

Picking up my instrument again, Dylan’s eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.

I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylan’s talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body… except for the eyes boring into mine that is.

Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.

I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.

“Time for grub!” Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylan’s eyes were calling me.

“You guys go ahead.” Dylan stated, standing up. “I think I’d rather eat Chipotle.”

“You sure?” Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. “You should come eat with us so you’re not alone.”

“He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.” I spoke up, clearing my throat. “Gotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.”

“Suit yourselves.” He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.

It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasn’t the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.

“So,” I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. “How about we go eat take out?”

“No, kitten.” He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. “I’d rather eat you out, instead.”

Dylan’s mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldn’t help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didn’t just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.

I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our band’s t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.

“Please, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.” I moaned. “Just fucking do something already.”

“Patience, kitten.” Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Not when their friends will be back soon.” I mewled.

“Honestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldn’t even stop.” Dylan nibbled on my ear. “Now, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.”

“You already know my favorite places, Dylan.” I responded and definitely didn’t miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.

“Just because of that impeccable response I’ll give you want you want, babygirl.” He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.

This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each other’s faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is he’s planning to do. The next thing I know, I’m so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.

With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasn’t anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didn’t even bother to think about the consequences.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about how horny you are.” Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. “God, kitten, you always taste so damn good.”

“P-Please.” I begged.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. “I know that I’m a drummer and I’m good with my hands, but damn kitten.”

“And I’m a saxophone player, I’m very good with my mouth.” I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. “Which I’ll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.”

“Well, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.” He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. “Damn, you sing the second I touch you.” He chuckled. “Kinda like playing the piano.”

“Then, play me.”

The last thing I saw was Dylan’s pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.

I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers — which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldn’t exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didn’t hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.

“F-Fuck, baby.” I moaned audaciously. “Just like that.”

He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.

Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylan’s addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.

I didn’t expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didn’t make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldn’t let me completely fall, I couldn’t help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylan’s invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didn’t stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.

His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylan’s thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.

This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.

“Take your skirt off, kitten.” He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.

“Yes, daddy.” I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.

“Daddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier…” He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. “Now, why don’t you kneel here in front of daddy?”

I didn’t say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylan’s hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.

Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didn’t stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylan’s hips bucked, involuntarily​ pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.

“Shit, kitten.” Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. “Your talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God you’re so invested in playing the saxophone.”

I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply — so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.

“Fuck me, babygirl.” He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.

Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylan’s palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.

“God, I fucking love your ass.” Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.

“Jesus Christ, Dylan.” I grunted, already out of breath. “Just stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.”

“Did you just call me Dylan?” He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. “You know that’s not what I want, babygirl. Which means I won’t give you want you want.”

“N-No, I’m sorry!” I whined. “Daddy, please.”

Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.

“Come on, daddy.” I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. “Just fuck me.”

“Like this?” Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.

“Faster.” I begged impatiently. “You know how I like it rough.”

Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasn’t having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylan’s off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylan’s eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.

“Damn-” He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.

“I’m in charge now.”

Dylan’s dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasn’t hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.

My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.

One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.

Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didn’t. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldn’t even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.

“That’s right, kitten.” He managed to say through moans. “Scream my name and forget every other name that exists. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.”

I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.

His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried — like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.

When he noticed I couldn’t handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.

“Do you wanna taste daddy’s cum, kitten?” He teased and I immediately nodded. “I’m gonna need you to say it.”

“Yes, daddy.” I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. “Fuck my mouth.”

That’s all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylan’s hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.

“God, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.” Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.

The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.

“What'cha doing there, Dyl?” I asked curiously.

“Breathing in your neck because you always smell so good.” He shrugged.

“Well, I’m just gonna pretend that’s not a weird thing to say.” I chuckled and he laughed with me.

“Sorry.” He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. “Would you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when you’re not with me?”

“Hmm, that would be nice.” I smiled before it turned into a grin. “But, I’d rather go eat that take out.”

Happy 17 Million Subs, Markiplier!

Happy 17 Million Subs, Markiplier!

@markiplier

Sorry for the late post. I wanted to post it when we hit 17 mil, but you know I’m shy about my art and also I slaved over this for two days please be gentle

This was a pretty fun one to work on. My health is the same as always, so straight lines are absolutely still not a thing I can do, but I’ve been trying to embrace the messier aesthetic and I’m really quite pleased with how these turned out. 

I know it still leaves a lot to be desired, but comparing it to similar things I have done in the past, like the 7 Million Sub art (which also has a dog) or the unholy mess that was the 8 Million Sub art (which I’m trying to give myself a pass on since I was at the hospital that day, but c’mon guys, that was bad) I am definitely improving. 

If you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll notice that my art and myself dropped right off the face of the planet for a year, almost two. I had no confidence in myself or in my work, and I let that take me away from what I love to do. It was Mark who brought me back into it. As I mentioned in this post, a lot of things changed for me after I watched the video where Mark talks about how he is excited for failure, because it helps him to grow. Directly after that, simply because one of my roommates put it in the queue on the Chromecast, I watched Mark’s Draw My Life. Although our circumstances are very different, I saw myself in him. I saw myself in the lost person who switched college majors all the time and didn’t know what he wanted. As weird as it sounds, that gave me some hope, which is something I desperately needed. If he can pull himself out, why can’t I?

So here’s the truth: I am in school for advertising, but what I really want is to be a writer. It’s my dream, and my passion is art. I quit both for a very long time, because I couldn’t accept the fact that my illnesses are chronic. I couldn’t accept that I will never “get better”, and that made me stop trying, because why live a broken life, anyway? But just because I’m fractured doesn’t mean I have no value. My brain thinks some terribly sad things, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t write beautiful ones. My hands may be unable to draw straight lines, but that doesn’t mean they can’t draw pretty ones. 

So thanks for helping me learn that, Mark. I know you’ll never see this, of course. I’m not delusional. But I’d much rather have a thank-you unheard than a thank-you unsaid, y’know?

So thank you. 

Because of you, I’m trying again.

~*~

As always, you can find these pieces of art on my Redbubble here. (x) (x) (x)

If you made it this far, thank you for reading my ramble. I know it’s irrelevant to you guys, but it helps knowing that I might not just be shouting into the void.

His || Jungkook || 0.17

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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The Only Exception

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Requested: no but a little angst never hurt anyone. also shoutout to Emily for being awesome. 

Word count: 3,001

Shawn was the kind of guy that on the outside seemed like such an innocent boy, but those who actually knew him, knew that was the biggest fake facade you could ever come across. 

I couldn’t count how many girls he had slept with only using my ten fingers. I couldn’t keep up on the names of the girls that had walked out of our front door after a night out and I surely couldn’t keep track on how many girls, he snuck in late at night when he thought I was sleeping. 

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Cam!Couple Oneshot

“I’ve got an idea,” he paused as he watched Y/N’s eyes catch his, her eyebrows raised, “I mean, I used t’do it before we started datin’ I swear. Only before. But it got me a bit o’cash that I needed and it paid the bills for a bit, ’n I know you probably won’t like it but it did work f’me and I reckon it’d work better if we did it as a couple,”

“For god’s sake Harry, just spit it out,”

“Live sex, live porn, whatever y’wanna call it.”

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Harry and Y/N are struggling UNI students and are looking for a better and easier way to make some money.

word count: 3.6k

rated: nsfw 

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Words for 2017 from Emily.
1.Believe me, it wasn’t your fault.
2.Time heals, it is not the end of the world.
3.One relapse does not mean you’re the weakest person in the world.
4.Relapses will happen during recovery, still, keep going.
5.Stop trying to change yourself to impress someone else.
6.Don’t live to please the world, please yourself.
7.Sometimes, people do not want help. Don’t murder yourself to the extreme trying to help someone who will legit not accept any help. They’ll find their way.
8.In every negative moment, try to think of the positive aspect.
9.Stop comparing yourself to everyone else, you are your own, you are one.
10.Just because someone else has the same talent, it does not mean you’re not good yourself.
11.If you need help, just ask.
12.Who cares what people think of your problems, if you are in desperate need, like above, ask for some damn help.
13.You don’t have to be pretty/handsome like them, you are pretty/handsome like yourself.
14.Do not say you give up, and expect everything to be better. You have to work hard for what you want.
15.Just because someone else has what you don’t, it does not mean you won’t get it yourself someday.
16.If someone does not see your value, their words don’t mean shit.
17.I don’t think you have a clue how much you mean to someone, don’t think you aren’t wanted nor cared for.
18.You need to learn to love yourself. period.
19. It seems like hell now, but you’re living through it. That is strong, and means you’ll get through it soon.
20. After a breakup does not mean the end of the world, relax. It happened for a reason.
21.That friendship split for a reason, don’t think of the bad, think of the good.
22.Accept the compliments. We genuinely want you to smile. It doesn’t help if you say “I’m not”, we’re saying you are for a reason.
23.If you need to gass yourself up and become conceited for your own reasons, so be it.
24.Your mental illness/disorder does not define you.
25.Stay freakin’ strong.
bojack horseman spoilers

I can’t even begin to list all the things I love about Todd Chavez as ace representation (only touching on season 4 here, because I already made a list of things I love about the stuff in season 3):

  • He’s struggled with his sexual orientation since puberty, and it’s not until he’s in his mid-twenties that he addresses it head on. And even then it takes him a full year to land on a label he’s comfortable with.
  • In episode 1, his best friend calls him asexual and he’s extremely uncomfortable. He’s uncomfortable both with someone else labeling him, and with the term itself. Then his friend backs off and agrees that while she shouldn’t have stuck him with a label, there are advantages to identifying as something specific.
  • This is a lot of what the arc was about, actually. It’s like a reproach to all the people who say that since asexuality is the absence of something, it’s not really anyone’s business and doesn’t need its own terms/groups/representation/etc. Todd ultimately benefits from both the use of a label and the support/community that come with it. 
  • Episode 3, the ep where Todd comes to terms with being ace, is also about his character in a broader sense. Not only does this show that his arc this season is about more than just his sexuality, it ties his asexuality in to his struggle with self-identification and personhood in general.
  • “I don’t think I’m allowed to be in love.”
  • Bojack is exactly the sort of asshole who puts his foot in his mouth and makes comments like, “Sometimes I wish I was asexual. Maybe then I wouldn’t have a strand of herpes!” Don’t be like Bojack. 
  • When Bojack makes a joke about it, Todd quickly shuts him down and says, “Yeah, I’m not really at a place yet where I wanna joke about it.” This is really striking to me, because I’ve had a lot of people make jokes at my expense, and there seems to be a general lack of awareness of how serious the subject actually is. This is a serious part of a person’s identity, it can take years to come to terms with. Decades. It’s not a  personality quirk, it’s their life. And just because you start to become more comfortable with something doesn’t mean that the people in your life can treat it so carelessly.
  • About the ace meet-up: “Talking’s good. You know, there was a meeting I was supposed to go to tonight, but I don’t think I’m gonna go. I don’t know if I’m ready. I mean, what if it’s not everything I want it to be? Sometimes the idea of something is better than the truth.”
  • But then he goes! And it helps him a lot. The group introduces him to new friends (which he desperately needed), it helped him feel more normal, teaches him new terms, etc. Through people he meets in it, he learns that he can still be in a relationship, can even get married if he wants to, that love doesn’t hinge on sex. Which, you know, can be a pretty radical discovery for an ace person.
  • Also introduces him to my new favorite human being axolotl, Yolanda Buenaventura.
  • Todd talks about his sexuality with his friends. He uses the words “asexual” and “ace,” he drops it into conversation as he becomes more comfortable with the concept. It’s not a private matter.

There’s more, but this post is really long. I think the biggest thing for me right now is that anyone who watches this show, anyone who worked on this show, is being given a grade-A education. The fact that people like Aaron Paul and Will Arnett now know about and presumably understand asexuality has blown my mind. The fact that this popular show is introducing hundreds of thousands (or millions? Netflix doesn’t realize its viewing stats) of people to asexuality makes my life easier. If I find out someone’s seen this season, it’s going to change how I interact with them.

I want to be able to talk about being ace in day-to-day conversation. I want my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc., to know that I’m ace and not voice their doubts behind my back. I want to be able to point to TV shows like this and say, “You know that character? That’s me.” So, uh, that’s why I sobbed hysterically for fifteen minutes after watching Bojack Horseman.

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Supergirl Season 1 Appreciation Week - Day 2/7 : the moment you fell in love with Kara

The same way I liked Supergirl as a show straight from the first episodes, I also liked Kara Danvers: her sunny attitude, adorable quirks, her strength and unyielding personality. However the episode I truly fell in love with Kara Danvers was the 1x7 “Human for a Day”. This episode showed that Kara isn’t a hero just because she has all these superpowers. She’s a hero because she has the heart of a hero. Kara lost her powers, broke her arm and she’s not bulletproof when she goes and confronts the robber with a gun. Kara does this because she has this want, this need to help people. It’s a very powerful scene and it’s great how Kara’s speech to the gunman overlaps with the speech Cat Grant is giving to the people on National City.

Kara lost her whole world and when she came to Earth, her reason for being here (protecting Kal-El) didn’t exist anymore, so she desperately wants to have a purpose, wants it all to have some meaning and she herself is making it meaningful by helping people. This resonated with me deeply.

“The truth of this moment is that you don’t even need powers to be a hero”
-James Olsen

maxpowersimpsonskywalkerspock  asked:

It's funny how ppl say that Kylo Ren is everything Anakin should be...

it’s funny in the sense that they missed the point of anakin’s story.

like - he didn’t have to come from nothing. or, you know what, less than nothing; he didn’t have to come from slavery. he didn’t have to get screwed over by big government and theocratic institutions, he didn’t have to be strung along by palpatine, he didn’t have to be insecure and feel powerless.

but it makes the story better. 

people want to pretend the prequels are all about anakin turning into vader, but that’s just the face value of it; the prequels are really about vader earning his redemption, so it’s more than a guy who did wrong and was magnanimously evil his entire life suddenly making one good, whole, pure choice. that’s a beautiful story, sure - but it’s not as good as the one the prequels offer. 

the beauty of retroactively writing anakin the way they did was the deconstruction of the darth vader power complex people built in their heads. back during the OT, people thought he was rich, a lord of a system, that he was powerful - the PT destroyed that. suddenly, darth vader was a former slave, suddenly, darth vader was a desolate, pathetic human being. 

they showed you, blatantly, where evil would get you. they made one of the most popular, captivating, and mesmerizing villains in history powerless.

but, sure. anakin came from relative privilege, turned to the dark to acquire power, and spent twenty years terrorizing the galaxy before he magically decided, “oh, i’m going to the light now!” sure. 

keep your shitty narrative, vader dudebro fanboys. keep whining.

Professor Kwon: Chapter III

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,460

Chapter: 3/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: Once again, there won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;)) Please hold on until then bbs.

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

“You know Y/N, I must admit you’re improving. It appears my warning has gotten through that dull head of yours”, Mr. Kwon paced back and forth slowly in front of my desk as he spoke.

“With all due respect sir, I do believe my head is not dull and that I am improving at my own will. Not because you told me to do so,” I bit back.

Bang!

Suddenly, Mr. Kwon’s hands slammed down on the surface of the wooden desk. His body lurched forward slightly and his gaze captured my own.

“What? Just because you wrote one decent paper, you think you have the power to question my authority?” he glowered at me and I shivered with a sickening mixture of anger and annoyance. “You will have to do a lot more than whine about your autonomy before I think of you as anything more than a subpar student”.

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4th July

On the first day of the month, Steve arranged things.


Hotel and cab booked, tickets sorted, overnight bag packed. He was ready to go at a moment’s notice. He’d even pre-written his letter of apology to the others, in case he didn’t have time to say goodbye.

He was prepared.

Last year, he’d been stupid. Left it too late, and then faced the consequences throughout the whole damn week.
He wasn’t going to be stupid this time. He was prepared, see.


Unfortunately, it was very difficult to plan anything when you had people like Tony Stark living in the same tower as you. That man was predictably unpredictable. Damn him.


“Steve?” Came the confused voice from the door, and Steve jerked, turning around quickly and looking up, spotting Tony leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking at him in confusion.

Well, not him. The bag he was re-packing was what was grabbing all the attention right now.

“What… what are you doing?” Tony asked, brow furrowed deeply as he stepped further in and took a shirt from the pile of luggage. Steve quickly snatched it back, stuffing it into his bag defensively.

“Nothing, Tony, I’m just…packing,” Steve muttered, searching for his toothbrush among the mess.

Tony paused, and Steve got the feeling he was holding back a sigh of exasperation. “Hmm- yes, I gathered that much. I was just wondering, y’know, why?”

Steve kept his eyes fixed on the shirt he was folding in front of him. “Birthday plans,” he lied, before spinning around to face Tony, preparing to usher him back out of the door.


He stopped when he noticed how obviously Tony’s face had fallen, and the hurt look that was lingering on his face.


Fucking Tony. It had to be Tony who had caught him. Anyone else, and he probably could have just let it slide.


“What’s wrong?” he said with a sigh, because he was a fucking sucker.

Tony quickly smoothed his face over and smiled, that horrible brittle one that made Steve want to argue relentlessly with him, just to bring out some semblance of an emotion on his face instead of that thing. “Nothing, nothing. Go, be free, it’s your birthday, you need to relax. I’m happy you’re actually taking a break for onc-”

“Tony,” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow and grabbing his shoulders between his two hands, “what’s wrong?”

Tony paused, and for a moment it seemed as if he was going to continue to bullshit his way through it, but then his face just sort of…fell again, and he shook his head. 

“I…uh, remember we had- uh- plans? Your big party at the tower! and then you and me were going to catch a movie afterward? I don’t… I mean, obviously, you’ve got other plans, and that’s fine, I don’t mind, honestly,” Tony assured him, blustering around back and forth between his two feet and generally looking like he’d rather be anywhere else than in Steve’s room.

As soon as Tony had begun speaking, Steve realised he was right. Shit. He hadn’t been paying too much attention to the dates when Tony had spoken about it- too busy having a little crisis over the fact that Tony had pretty much asked him out to notice about the when and where of it all.

Shit.

“I…” Steve stumbled, trying to think of what to say to try and fix this, to try and not be such a stupid fucking idiot, “I’m really sorry, I forgot completely-”

Oh, fuck, that just made Tony look even more sad. Steve was pretty sure if he looked any more upset he’d make Steve start crying through fucking exposure.

“No, wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, grabbing Tony’s forearm desperately, “I was just… God, I just need to leave for a week. Okay?”

“Why?” 

Steve winced. “I just… have to, okay, but we can do it when I get back! I-”

“Steve, if you don’t want to, and you’d rather be alone, that’s absolutely fine,” Tony said, giving him a sad smile as he began backing away, “you go, uh, do your thing. Have fun, be merry, it’s your birthday, you deserv-”


“I can’t handle the fireworks,” Steve blurted, and then immediately balked.


Shit. Shit shit fuck shit fuck fuck shit, he shouldn’t have told Tony that. He’d made sure not to let anyone know that, God dammit, it was so fucking stupid-


“What?” Tony asked blankly.

“Nothing,” Steve jumped in immediately, desperately trying to quell the sickening shame in his gut and the red on his cheeks as he put an arm on Tony’s shoulder and started pushing again, more forceful this time, “listen, Tony, I’ve really got to get back to-”

“You can’t handle fireworks?” Tony asked again, and shit, it didn’t seem like he had missed that like Steve had hoped.

Steve stopped. Sighed. Let go of Tony’s arm and turned away. “uh, yeah- no, I can’t. It’s a thing, I don’t know, I just… I’m fine, I’m just gonna… head out to the country for a week or so, because, y’know,” Steve gestured vaguely to himself, “4th of July and all.”

“Lots and lots of fireworks,” Tony said slowly, eyes widening a little in understanding. “Right.”


They stood in silence for a moment, before Tony opened his mouth again. Steve, however, got in first.


“Please don’t, Tony,” he said, shaking his head, “whatever you’re about to say, I don’t… just leave it. I’m fine.”

“But it’s your birthday,” Tony said weakly, “don’t you want to… I don’t know, celebrate that?”

“Maybe in a world where I’d never gone to goddamn war, yeah,” Steve snapped angrily, “I would love to get through one fucking birthday without screaming, y’know, would be swell, but unlucky for me, life doesn’t agree. So sorry I’m not gonna be present this week, but believe me, it’s for the best.”


He was fucking tired. What the fuck was it with people setting off fireworks a week in advance to the fucking celebration? It made no fucking sense and Steve was sick of coming back to himself after a minute of sheer panic and realizing he’d crawled under his fucking bed to stop the non-existent shrapnel burying itself in his skull-


Tony said something, but it was white noise to Steve, and he’d marched out of the room before any of it could sink in anyway.




It was 4am. Everyone was asleep. No one would notice him slipping out, and he’d left his note for them in the morning. Turns out it was easier to explain his absence on paper than it was face to face.


“Steve! Just wait a second!”


God fucking dammit.


Wearily, he turned again, watching Tony hurry toward him, jumping down the stairs two at a time in his ratty jeans and faded band tshirt. “What do you want, Tony?” He asked.

Tony stopped moving once he got to Steve’s side and grabbed his hand excitedly. “Listen- I’m going to propose something awesome to you that you really should have thought of before deciding it was best to fuck off into the middle of nowhere on your own, but whatever, I won’t hold it to you, I am a genius-”

“Tony,”

“Right, yes, yes, okay,” Tony paused, and took a breath before looking Steve in the eye. “Let me come with you?”

Steve stopped. That was… certainly an idea. Bad or good, Steve wasn’t too sure.

“ I know you might think it’s weird and forward or whatever, but a) fuck the stereotypes, just as a matter of principle more than anything, and b)-” Tony’s hand tightened briefly around Steve’s as he shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance that, in Steve’s opinion, didn’t work out for him very well, “you shouldn’t be alone on your birthday, Steve. That just sucks. You… you deserve better than that. You deserve someone to be there with you.” He shrugged again, biting his lip, “and I know I’m not like, y’know, this Special Thing or whatever, and really you should have someone better here for you, but at the moment everyone else is asleep and-”

Tony was cut off as Steve laid his hand across Tony’s moving mouth, effectively silencing the fast-derailing thought process. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he watched Tony just stand there, Steve’s hand over his mouth, not knowing quite what to do.

It was honestly more than a little adorable.

“That would be… nice,” Steve admitted softly, “but Tony- it’s really late, and you have work, and I don’t want to inconvenience you-”

Tony scoffed, removing Steve’s hand to speak. “Believe me, this would be my pleasure. I’m pretty sure Fury’s out for my head this week anyway, so I need somewhere to lay low. Don’t sweat it, Rogers, I’ve got it all sorted.”

Steve looked at him for a moment; watched the way his gaze flickered briefly from Steve’s eyes to his mouth and then back up, or the way his heart was beating just that little bit faster than normal through the pulse in his wrist.

“Sure, Tony- come along for the ride,” Steve said with a smile and a fond roll of his eyes.

Tony positively beamed, and then held up a finger as he rushed over to the kitchen counter, where he pulled out a bag of his own and then hurried back to Steve’s side, still grinning.

“You were confident, then,” Steve said dryly, eyeing the bag full of stuff.

Tony raised his eyebrows. “I am very persuasive. I hedged my bets.”

Steve just huffed and hid a smile behind his hand as he pulled Tony into the elevator with him, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation of butterflies in his stomach as Tony smiled up at him.




The sky was beautifully clear, and the place was utterly, utterly silent.


Well. Apart from Tony. Of course.


Don’t you think it’s so incredible? Literally, Steve, look at them. Look at those insignificant, stupid little dots in the sky. They created every atom in your body. Every atom on this planet. Each atom in the visible universe. And they’re up there. We’re looking at…creation,” Tony gushed, hands waving through the air as they pointed at random objects in the sky.

They were both sat on the grass outside the tiny barn Steve had rented, a blanket under their backs as they stared up into the blissfully clear skies.


The stars hadn’t changed. That was all the same, at least. It was comforting.


“-and, I mean, there’s so much we don’t know yet, and probably never will. It frustrates the damn hell out of me. I hate not knowing stuff. Main reason I never pursued astronomy or theoretical physics. Theoretical physics, Steve- a whole branch of science dedicated to not knowing things,” Tony shuddered, and Steve felt it reverberate through his shoulder, “Good lord, the horror.”

Steve just smiled and nodded along, listening as Tony explained how stars were made and something about dark matter. Steve didn’t really follow it. He was more interested in how Tony’s hands moved, and the way the moonlight illuminated each curve and crease in Tony’s face, and the fact that he hadn’t thought about bombs even once since this trip-

“Thank you,” he whispered suddenly, cutting through Tony’s speech more effectively with those two quietly spoken words than Fury could in a direct scream.

There was silence as Tony paused, and turned his head to look over at Steve. He opened his mouth, undoubtedly to ask ‘what for’ before he caught on and nodded in understanding.

He didn’t say anything. Just grabbed Steve’s hand and linked their fingers together. 

Closing his eyes and once more reveling in the silence and lack of terrifyingly familiar hisses or whines that had always haunted his birthday before, he brought Tony’s hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles there.

Steve heard Tony exhale ever so slightly, and felt with amusement as his pulse suddenly spiked. Neither of them said anything, but Tony shifted a little after a few moments; shuffling closer until his body pressed against Steve’s. 


“Happy birthday, Steve,” Tony said softly, his head falling against Steve’s chest.


It was soft and silent and perfect, and Steve let his spare hand trail aimlessly over the soft curls of Tony’s hair as they lay there on the thick grass in the dead of night. Honestly, they probably needed to talk about a few things that had changed tonight.


But for now, Steve was just going to enjoy the stars above him and Tony beside him and the fact that the world appeared to have stopped, just for tonight- just for him.

Too Late

Summary: When Steve leaves you for another woman, it tears you apart, but Steve might feel the same way. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: The request got lost somewhere, but the person asked for an angsty/motivational story. I hope this satisfied whoever requested it. Happy reading! 


The day you met Steve was unlike any other. He had been so kind enough to pretend to be your boyfriend to scare off the man who kept staring at you the entire night, and the both of you eventually ended up hanging out until the sun was about to rise. From then on, you and Steve had become inseparable. 

You knew he was Captain America. Not many people realise it when they meet Steve, granted they all think he’s dead, but you weren’t one of them. You hadn’t said anything, though, afraid he would think of you as some fangirl who only wanted to get to know him because he was a legend. You hadn’t told him that you were a big fan of his work until you got to know him. Steve laughed it off, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. Since then, nothing has become in between the both of you. He didn’t bring you to the tower a lot, wanting to keep his work life and his personal life separate, but when he did, the other Avengers made sure to get a good look at you. 

They didn’t tell you, but they admired your kindness and your willingness to get to know Steve. It had been tough getting used to the new century and you were there to help him adjust. They loved that you made him happy and they loved that he always came into work with a smile. You were their own version of normality, too, as always happy to hear the every day tasks you did as a non-Avenger.

Writing songs and poems had been a big part of your life for a while, but you fell off the wagon. You weren’t sure what hit you, but your life began to change before you and Steve met. Your friends were no longer people you trusted, your family was all the way across the country, and you didn’t find any motivation to write. That had been the breaking point and you frequently visited bars to get you mind off of things. 

However, Steve brought you out of that funk and you found yourself in love with writing once again. You filled your notebook with thoughts for poems and songs, and wanted to surprise Steve one day with all of the things you had said throughout the time you’ve been dating. 

But that joyful feeling came to an end. 

You sensed something was off when Steve stopped swinging by your apartment. He called and texted you less and less, and started to leave you one word answers of short replies whenever you did. You didn’t see him much anymore and assumed work was taking a toll on him. You didn’t pressure him to talk about it, but you constantly reminded him that you were there to listen if he ever felt like talking. But, that wasn’t the case. 

You sat in your apartment and heard someone knock on the door. You opened it and your best friend, Kelsey, stood outside, looking extremely distraught. 

“Y/N…,” she trailed. 

“What is it?” you said, anxious because she looked anxious. “Are you okay?” Kelsey sighed. 

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete asshole. It’s just that I don’t want anything to get in between us and I just need to say it.” Kelsey took a deep breath and you crossed your arms, waiting. 

“I’m in love with Steve,” she blurted out after trying to compose herself. “We ran into each other one day and I figured I’d try to get to know him because he means so much to you. We started hanging out more and one thing led to another, and we kissed. I’m sorry, Y/N. Steve said he wanted to talk to you, but I needed to as well.” 

You stood in shock and didn’t know what to say. How could two people you trusted with your life do something to hurt you, unintentionally or not? Steve, the love of your life had pressed his lips against another woman. Kelsey seemed to be torn apart too and desperately tried to get you attention. 

“Oh,” you said. “Well, who am I to get in the way of love?” you asked with a croak in your voice. Kelsey smiled sadly at you and reached for a hug. You awkwardly patted her shoulders until she let go. 

“I don’t want this to ruin things between us, though,” she said. Her phone’s alarm rang and she looked at you. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Talk soon?” You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without yelling unkind words. 

Hours passed by and you constantly asked yourself why you weren’t good enough. The man who had pulled you out of thinking this way was the person responsible for putting you back on this mindset. Were you too boring? Were you not happy enough? Did he think it was a struggle to listen to you talk about your passions and struggles all the time? 

You hadn’t cried yet and that worried you. You felt numb, not sad or angry. You hadn’t moved from the couch since Kelsey left and you started at the blank TV screen, replaying the moments right before Steve had made less effort in your relationship. 

There was knocking on the door again and you assumed it was Steve. 

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, looking at you. You gulped and nodded, letting him in. 

“What do you want to talk about?” you asked in a small voice, fully knowing where this conversation was going. 

“To put it simply, I met someone else,” he said, averting his gaze to the floor. “I know it sounds terrible, and it is, but I feel like we lost that spark between us. I don’t want string you along because that would make me the biggest asshole.” As if you weren’t already the biggest asshole, you thought to yourself. 

“Well, I don’t want to stand in the way of the person you love,” you said, gritting to your teeth. You thought about cussing him out, but it’s no use. You were tired, you wanted to be alone, and yelling at Steve wouldn’t make you feel any better. 

“Uh, thanks. I hope we can still be friends?” Friends. This line was the line you dreaded. All of your ex-boyfriends had said this line to you and you knew you would never speak to Steve again. You hated that you weren’t speaking up to fight for him, but why would you fight for someone who didn’t want to be fought for? You could see Steve’s interest somewhere else and you swallowed your pride, wanting this moment to be over.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. Steve awkwardly smiled at you and walked towards the door. 

“See you around, Y/N.” 

You hadn’t. 


Back at the tower, it had been weeks since the Avengers saw you and they were wondering where you had run off to. It was unusual that Steve had stopped talking about you and stopped bringing you by. Tony, especially, liked having you around because he thought you had the most eloquent way of talking. Natasha liked your wit, too, and was genuinely upset that you weren’t around. They started to ask Steve, who kept saying you were busy. Between missions and reports, the team accepted his answer and didn’t think twice. 

But one day, Steve brought Kelsey to the compound with his arm around her waist and kissed her lips in front of everybody. 

“Uh, Steve? That’s not Y/N,” Tony pointed out. Kelsey felt embarrassed and Steve looked at Tony. 

“This is Kelsey, my girlfriend,” he uttered. Tony cocked his head. 

“But Y/N -”

“Y/N and I broke things off a long while ago. It was the right time to do so, Tony. I didn’t feel the spark anymore. I’ve found it with Kelsey,” he said, grinning at the girl draped in his arms. Tony watched at the two kissed and felt disgusted. Steve chose to leave you for another woman and that probably meant he’d never see you again. 

The other Avengers learned about the break up and about his new girlfriend. They didn’t like her very much, but granted it was because they thought you and Steve were the couple who would grow old together and live the happiest life. None of them liked when Kelsey was in the compound. She felt like an intruder, but they couldn’t say anything. They were nauseated because they were so used to you being around, cracking jokes and talking to them like they were people who you’d meet on the street. Kelsey seemed to only think of them as superheroes and didn’t bother to get to know them beyond their suits. 

You, on the other hand, were a mess. You cried yourself to sleep and you cried when you woke up. You only left your apartment when you needed to, and despite having friends who supported you, it didn’t feel like they were helping much. Diana Prince, or Wonder Woman, had heard of this breakup through Wanda and gave you her support and words of encouragement. Diana had a soft spot for you after the two of you met at one of Tony’s parties and she wanted to get to know you more, but it never seemed to blossom with her being away all the time for her day job and her night job. 

“Men are not worthy of you if they make you cry,” she had said, rubbing the upper portion of your back. “Steve is just another man in this big world and I’m positive you will find your happiness once again.” 

You sniffled and nodded, blowing your nose. “You’re right. I’m done crying over somebody who doesn’t give a damn about me.” Diana’s words had uplifted your spirits and she helped you regain your smile. 

What you didn’t count on was losing your notebook filled with your poems and songs. It was sacred to you and you wanted to expand on your thoughts. You figured the first step to getting over Steve was to face the fact that you were happy together, but now you were to individuals with different goals. You flipped your house upside down before deciding to visit the tower to ask Steve if he had it. 

You swallowed as you approached the front desk. This was the last place you wanted to be, but writing was so important to you and you couldn’t reproduce everything you had already written. 

“Do you have an appointment?” the secretary asked. 

“Oh, uh, no. I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I was just hoping to find something that was mine. I think I left it in the Avenger compound.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you in without an appointment. That area is strictly off limits unless accompanied by one of them or if you have a badge.” You sighed and began to walk out the door when you heard Tony shout. 

“Y/N, wait!” You turned around and saw him running towards you. 

“Tony,” you breathed, looking at him.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said, engulfing you in a hug, but let go soon after. “Sorry, I know it must be weird, I just missed you and -” but you cut him off and wrapped your arms around him. 

“I missed you too, you big goof,” you said. “I think I lost my notebook and I’d really like to find it. This is the only place I haven’t looked.” Tony led you to the elevators and happily let you up. 

The compound was exactly as you remembered it. The stain in the middle of the couch was still there, Sam’s ridiculous lamp stood by the balcony, and the notch that Natasha had put into the wall by accident was still right above the photo of Tony and Pepper. 

“Y/N!” Bucky said when he saw you. You grinned and waved at him. The entire group was lounging around and perked up when Bucky said you name.

“It’s nice to see you guys,” you said. “Is Steve around? I lost my notebook and I kind of need it back.” 

“Sure, let me get him,” Bucky said. He grunted when he realised he’d have to see Steve and Kelsey together.

Steve came out with your notebook and tried to make it as normal as possible. “Is this it?” he asked. “I found it in the corner of my room and thought it was mine.” You flipped through the pages and nodded. “I didn’t want to look into it in case there was something personal.” 

Ah, the ever so caring Steve. There he was, staring back at you, and you felt as if you might accidentally blurt out you still liked him.

“Thanks. Can’t really reproduce these.” You both laughed awkwardly. 

“What’s in it? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

“Just a bunch of stuff I’ve written. You got me back into writing and I’ve written a lot of things since, uh, well, you know.” 

“Since we dated?” you cringed. The wound was still so fresh. 

“Yeah, that. I should go. Thanks for keeping it,” you said before nodding at Steve and the team behind him. You turned to walk to the elevator and Wanda spoke up. 

“We’ll see you around, right?” she asked, her eyes becoming sadder. She knew the answer, but she wanted to be comforted. 

“Of course,” you croaked. 

“What would we do without you, right?” Clint joked. “I mean, I wouldn’t want Budapest to be broadcasted all over the world.” You chuckled and Natasha joined in. They had been so kind to share their Budapest story with you. It was the only inside joke you shared with the Avengers. 

“Budapest stays a secret. See you ‘round, guys.” You gave one last final wave before leaving.


As the year progressed, you landed a job where you wrote songs for the biggest artists in the music industry until people found out you could sing. In no time at all, you were given a record deal and everyone in the world knew your name. 

You hadn’t thought much about Steve and when you did, it didn’t hurt you at all. You accept that he moved on and you had to as well. Soon enough, your music played everywhere and your face was on billboards. Steve had noticed this too and was happy you moved on, but his heart tugged every time he heard you on the radio and every time he saw a promotional poster for your anticipated album.

“She’s going so well for herself,” Bucky commented. Steve tucked his hands in his jean pockets and looked at the ground. 

“Uh, yeah. Good for her.” 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, I am. It’s good that she’s chasing her dreams.” 

As the day progressed, the team and Kelsey were hugely around the TV, watching E! Entertainment. They made it a joke - they’d always try to see what the media said about them and make fun of them later. What they didn’t anticipate was seeing you on the screen.

“Y/N!” the host exclaimed. “Tell us more about these two singles you released. The world is going nuts over them and everyone knows your name.” The team watched as you laughed.

“I’m happy they’re doing well. It’s sweet, whenever I meet fans, they always tell me how it’s so relatable and that they’re happy someone understands them.”

“What are these songs about?” 

“The first single I released was actually about an ex-boyfriend of mine. I wrote it when were were together and I thought about the things I loved about him most. I really wanted to emphasise how much he had helped me become a better person, basically.” 

The team smiled, but at the same time felt sad that you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell Steve this. Kelsey was jealous that her ex-best friend was achieving her goal, and Steve shifted in his seat, both slightly uncomfortable yet curious as to what you were going to say. 

“And the second single?” 

“It started out with me furiously writing about how much I hated my ex. In reality, I don’t. He’s a good person, really. But the song turned from writing about all the things I didn’t say to a self-help guide. I wanted to make myself feel better and I’m happy that other people are embracing themselves instead of focusing on someone who won’t love them back.” 

Steve winced and he felt his heart fall to the bottom of his chest. Had you really suffered? He hadn’t noticed because he was spending too much time with Kelsey. 

“Three of the songs on my album focus on the relationship I had with this person,” you began. “I lost my will to write for a while, but got back into it, and now I feel like it’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“If you could say something to your ex, what would it be?” 

The team watched as you pondered your answer, eager to know what you were going to say. 

“I’d tell him that I’m happy with my life now and that he should keep doing the things that make him happy too. He’s a nice guy, really, so I’d tell him to keep being true to his heart because that got me to take the leap of faith and land a record deal.” The interviewer laughed at the joke you made and the team smiled. The show turned into a commercial and Tony spoke up. 

“I’m so proud of her,” he said. 

“Me too,” Wanda added. “She’s already nominated for six Grammys this year.” 

“Holy shit, that’s a lot,” Sam added. 

“Not to mention her album isn’t even out yet,” Natasha said. 

Kelsey tried to block them out and held onto Steve like he was her lifeline. Steve felt like his whole world was crashing down and wondered if leaving you was the right decision. At first, Steve thought you and him weren’t meant to be and that you didn’t love him either, because you had been so nonchalant when be broke up with you. Now he realised you hadn’t cried or yelled at him because you didn’t see the point in fighting for him when he said he committed himself to someone else. 

“Steve?” Kelsey whispered. “I think I’m gonna go back to my place for the night. I’m a little uncomfortable.” Steve nodded and watched her walk out the door. The team was immersed in their own conversation about your success. 

“I want to design her stage and the lighting,” Tony said. 

“I could be her body guard and security,” Natasha added. 

“Oh, me too! I’d beat up any fan that stalks her,” Bucky said. 

Everyone laughed. Steve stood around and tried to genuinely laugh at their jokes, but he wondered if leaving you was the right choice. He had heard your songs on the radio, but he didn’t know they were about him. Steve often thought about the person you wrote them for and wondered if you met someone else, but now that he knew you loved him and felt like you had nothing when he left, he felt so guilty. He had pushed away someone who genuinely loved him for Steve Rogers, not Captain America. Kelsey was great, but not as great as you. Steve had deciphered that for himself when he heard you say you got over him with his own ears. 

But it was too late. He hadn’t seen you since the day you came to find your notebook and Steve wished he could’ve read all the things you wrote about him. That night, he sat in his room and wondered if his love life was doomed because he let go of someone who cared about who he was inside. 


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Little Bit ft. Yoongi

Originally posted by mn-yg

Drabble game #73. “You don’t have to stay.” 

grumpy policeman!yoongi au, childhoodfriends!au aka fluff, some angst
→ 2.7k words, dedicated to the one and only beautiful @dailydoseofdia! thanks for requesting bb <3 I hope you like it :’)

A/N: This is highly inspired by Strong Woman Do Bong Soon! Hope you like it! Request more here!  


“Um, so I’ll just take the couch.” 

He frowns at you, sending you a withering scowl that has you clutching the pillow closer to your chest. 

“Are you kidding? I’ll take the couch.” He rolls his eyes and sits down on his couch, making it a point to glare at every single pillow and magazine in the living room. 

You bite the inside of your lip, unsure of what to say. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you read any riren/ereri fanfictions? If so what are your favorite ones? Ps your art is fucking amazing

I read ereri fanfic all the time! But my favourites… This is going to take a while to figure out because there’s a bunch and I can’t share every single one D: I’ll just pick a few that really stuck with me.

(This isn’t going to be a good fic rec list, since you’ve all probably already read these. Also, I’m only going to pick completed multi-chaptered ones, because the list of one-shots in my bookmarks is way too long to pick from)

Ok, SO! One of the first ereri fics I ever read was 1994 (which everyone and their mother has read) and it holds a special place in my heart.

A Warm Breath made me smile til my cheeks hurt and then made me bawl my eyes out so hard that my friend had to come check on me (I told them it was a fanfic and they rolled their eyes and laughed at me, how dare?!)

A Sound Like Breaking Glass was wonderful and so creative and just !!! Also Neither Tarnished Nor Afraid and These Weren’t Memories

Giving Up the Ghost, just… wow. My heart still aches if I think about this fic. And Words Cannot Describe was one of those fics you try to finish in one day, even though you desperately need to eat or sleep but you just can’t stop because it’s so good.

Grounded, Trompe-l’oeil and Time Deprives All But Memories are  A+++  

My Home Is Where Your Heart Is… I mean single Dad!Levi and babysitter!Eren? What more could you want?

The Red Long Johns (Or Be Sure to Dress in Layers) is the perfect teacher!Ereri AU, it’s cute and hilarious and Eren and Levi’s characterizations are wonderful. And obviously Büsker Dü’s and Don'ts. Also, Starboy is very good and bittersweet and also made me cryyy

The Colour of Rose Petals is so, so beautiful. I’m really not one for angst, but goddamn

The whole Entrenched series is !!! WWI ereri, yes, very good :)

It’s Funny Because Eren Can’t Read is another very popular one (for good reason)

So yeah, those are all some of my favs that I could read over and over :D

Cam!Couple Harry one shot sneak peek

okay so this is my first published oneshot but this is the first 500 words of the one shot, the rest will be put up soon - hopefully tomorrow or the day after.


The intense rubbing of Y/N’s eyes caused her to see stars, it was almost a blissful departure from the reality that lay in front of her. Bills. Stacks of bills. That all required a certain amount of funds that her and Harry definitely did not have and definitely could not make by the end of the month. It was a struggle; being a young couple living on the outskirts of London, still studying at University while simultaneously living a fulfilling and fruitful life. It was difficult for them both, Harry and Y/N barely managing to hold onto two full time jobs and still having barely enough funds in their bank accounts to last their next fortnightly pay.  

Y/N’s eyes flittered over to the boy that she loved, who was slumped across the mattress they shared in their tiny apartment, after an exhausting night shift at the local bar. The cash he made from tips thrown on the table for her to count. 35 quid. Not even enough to pay off their gas and electricity bills for this month. Let alone rent, internet, weekly food, phone bills.

A loud groan and string of profanities from Y/N’s mouth had awoken Harry from his slumber, one eye open to eye his girl swearing profusely while reading over the horror letters they had seemed to put off and was now catching up on them. His groggy voice breaking her from her personal antics, “Love, don’ worry about it yeah, we’ll get through it, we always do, y’know we do. Just gotta keep on workin’, I’ll pick another shift up at the bar if we’re really desperate.” Her eyes fell to the floor, and her body became slumped and shook with silent cries.

“H… we can’t, it’s too hard, we need to study, we’re in our final year, we can’t keep putting off our education in order to work at a dingy fucking bar seven nights a week, we need to graduate. I can’t let you stop studying in order to pick up another shift, it’s not fair.” A silence fell between the two of them, neither one of them knowing what to say. She had a point, exams were quickly approaching and without the marks they needed to get, they wouldn’t be able to graduate and maintain a proper, good paying job that they so desperately wanted and that would enable the young couple to live a life that would be satisfying.

“I’ve got an idea,” he paused as he watched Y/N’s eyes catch his, her eyebrows raised, “I mean, I used t’do it before we started datin’ I swear. Only before. But it got me a bit o’cash that I needed and it paid the bills for a bit, ’n I know you probably won’t like it but it did work f’me and I reckon it’d work better ‘n we’d get more money if we did it as a couple,”

“For god’s sake Harry, just spit it out,”

“Live porn.”

DUNKIRK IS PHENOMENAL

you don’t understand. It took a huge step back from all the usual Hollywood-esque blockbuster style of plot-driven dramatization, into a very grounded very immersive emotional experience.

When I say emotional, I don’t just mean romantic entanglement and sadness. No, it’s all human emotions. Confused, lost, fear, desperation, selfishness, selflessness, survival, anger, loss, grief, hope. And it’s told in such a limited dialogue lines, because quite frankly we don’t need much dialogue to FEEL those emotions, all we need is to SEE it. And that’s what it was, a very immersive and stunning audiovisual experience that made you feel as if you’re amongst the stranded soldiers who just wanted to come home

10

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

Before you could answer his text, your phone lighted up and flashed that Min Suga was calling you. He was always the impatient kind; the type to call instead of waiting for a text reply.

“Hi…” he barely breathed into the receiver, but there was no doubt that the voice on the other line was Min Yoongi. “…so, are you free?”

“I can be in your studio in 20 minutes, but again, why me?” Somehow, talking to him like this made your legs want to stand up and walk around your small dorm room. 

“Why not you? You were the one who heard it first and said that it lacked desperation and sadness…” He paused and you could almost imagine him pursing his lips in thought. “I think I know those feelings now. I made the song the way you described it, a song that would break your heart and still, you’d listen.”

“If you know that it already gives off that feeling, why do I need to listen?” you didn’t mean to sound so frustrated, but the pent up feelings just needed to burst out. 

“Because I wrote it while thinking about you.” As if he regretted admitting it, he immediately followed with, “…and you said it yourself, you’d listen… even if it breaks your heart.”

You remained silent, chewing on your lip as you looked at the photo of you, Yoongi and Jimin sitting on your cluttered desk. Jimin was in the middle, clad in his dance recital attire, while he had an arm over each of you with Yoongi clearly looking like he had been pulled into the photo while you were looking at the grinning younger boy. 

“Please…”

Your heart felt like it had been shot, hearing such a word being whispered by Yoongi’s low register, “It’s the only excuse I have left to see you.”

Finally, you nodded, even when he couldn’t see you and answered, “Okay, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Thank you.”

You found the road towards Yoongi’s shared studio much easier than you thought and even your steps were much lighter than you thought they would be. With your scarf (or Jimin’s?) scarf tucked securely around your neck, you pressed the buzzer. 

Yoongi opened the door, with his hair disheveled and back to his original black, greeted your with a controlled your smile. “Y/N, long time no see.”

Trying to smile, you stepped inside the studio and unraveled your scarf. “Y-Yeah, it feels like ages have passed since I’ve been here. Not much has changed, huh?” 

“Except you and I…” he muttered and caught your startled gaze. “A-Anyway, take a seat.” 

He led you to the chair that he usually occupied, the high-backed computer chair was once a familiar sight to you when you spent your days listening to Yoongi’s music with Jimin either playing games beside you or napping on your lap. As you took the seat, you were reminded of simpler times… those short, sweet, golden days when you weren’t in love with Yoongi and Jimin was just your bestfriend. 

Yoongi handed you the headphones quietly and you closed your eyes just as the song began. Slowly, your heart constricted in your chest as you the song progressed. Compared to what you listened to months ago, this song felt completely different, as if it was a different song entirely and each word spoke to you on a deeper level. 

Just when the last beat dropped, a tear fell off the corner of your eye.

Removing the headphones from your ears, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his. “Wow… what can I say, Yoongi? It’s beautiful.”

“Wh-Who sang the demo? His voice is beautiful…” you commented, breaking eye contact and the long silence that followed, wiping your tears away with your sleeve.

“A freshman named Jeon Jungkook. He owed me a few things, so I made him sing.” Yoongi answered from the seat in front of you.

“And you wrote everything?” 

“Every note, every word.” he exhaled, looking past your eyes and straight to your soul. “I meant all of it too, Y/N. Even when you’re in front of me like this, I miss you. You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t know how else I can reach you.”

Yoongi gingerly took one of your hands in his. “I’m not good with words… but that’s nothing new, so I wrote a song instead. I hope it reached you, Y/N.”

You contemplated for long while and Yoongi knew that you needed the silence more than he did. Thinking back to that day when you stood in the hallway on the phone with Namjoon, unintentionally remembering the whole conversation and the way the late afternoon light created colors in his hair, and how that moment felt like the answer to the question looming over your head, but now, you weren’t so sure. 

“봄날. That should be the title.” you squeezed Yoongi’s hand and added, “It reached me well, Yoongi.”

Yoongi brushed his thumb over your knuckles, “So what happens now?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, answering his question by another, “Someone once told me that you can choose who you can fall in love with. Do you believe that?”

“No.” he paused. “Well, actually… I don’t know.”

“Why? Why not?” you pressed, trying to meet his eyes which were looking at your hands. 

“I’ve never loved anyone but you.” his gaze was sincere and warm in contrast to his cold touch. “Y/N, you’re my best friend and it took me a while to realize, but I know it now. I made you wait for such a long time, but we’re here now and you don’t have to do anything, I will come for you this time.”

Dachi’s words suddenly manifested itself in your head. 

‘He just doesn’t know how to love anyone including himself.’

You inhaled with closed eyes, his words brought back the answer that you lost, “Jimin… He… He once said that we all do unfair and selfish things for love. Do you also believe that?”

6 Months Later…

 

 

 

 

 

tbc.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxYoongi/ReaderxNamjoon/ReaderxJimin/Readerx?

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: If there’s 2 things that you need to know about this chapter, it’s that I didn’t intend for it to end like this and this was a DEAD GIVEAWAY about the ending. :) hit me with your best theories! I suggest listening to spring day while reading this!!! (I know I did.)