and it's only gotten better and more fun as the run continues


I’ve been thinking about this game. Personally to me it represents a lot of lost potential - it’s a great concept but it’s brought down by a less than stellar execution. The cartoon designs look more like stickers than anything, just barely resembling a stereotype of a stereotype of the 1920′s-30′s cartoon style. While I don’t like complaining about people’s choices in design and art, I guess the theme is one that I’m rather passionate about, and a little bit of research from the developers would bring the game to a much greater level of quality than it is at the moment. The monsters in the game are also just unimaginably lame, and to me represent just plain blowing off the original idea in favor of more “serious” horror.

(Continued under a readmore because I say a lot; tl;dr I talk more about where the game went wrong in my opinion and how I would recommend changing it.)

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you’re fired || b.b

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your asshole supervisor until you go out for drinks with him. 

Warnings: like a tiny bit angsty, i don’t even think there’s swear words except asshole, and uhh fluff

Words: 1.7k

A/N: this is like an asshole bucky who isnt actually an asshole cause bucky barnes is pure

Almost incoherent apologies fell from your mouth as you weaved in-between people and traffic trying to get to the small coffee shop you worked at. You couldn’t have been anymore glad that you decided to wear running shoes instead of your usual flats as you were darting from across town in only ten minutes.

You had stayed up much later than you intended binge watching your favourite show and didn’t remember to set an alarm, thankfully your body clock managed to wake you up somewhat on time. 

You also knew if you got fired from this job you’d never hear the end of it from your father, who got you the position. He was friends with one of the supervisors that worked there, Bucky, and claimed that he was the nicest man on Earth. 

Unfortunately, it turns out Bucky is an asshole to you. You really tried your best to be nice to him and you don’t know if you ever did anything rude to him, but something about you ticked him off clearly. 

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requested by anon: could you do a jealous marauders preference?


James had always been a prideful teenager. He was one to boast and felt no guilt showing off all of his good qualities. Teachers knew it, you knew it, he knew it. Of course, anyone who posed as a threat to his ego would immediately be put under his watch. Due to this, it was no surprise he was the jealous type. So when he was told by his friends that the guy standing with you several yards away was in the middle of asking you to Slughorn’s Christmas Party, he didn’t exactly react well.

“Who was that back there in the hallway?” he pulled you from your group of friends hanging around the couches in the common room to a more private corner.

A faint smirk tugged at your peachy lips at his spiteful tone, though you were careful not to let it show, “Whatever are you talking about, Dear Jamesy?” You bat your eyelashes at your boyfriend.

His jaw locked as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at your cocky stance, “You know exactly who I’m talking about, Y/N. The one Sirius said was asking you to the dance– the one you clearly rejected,” he paused, studying your face, “You did say no, right?”

Rather than answering his question, you shrugged whilst tapping your finger to your chin in a mock look of contemplation, “Well I mean, it would make sense for me to say yes. Considering I haven’t been asked yet, and all.”

You could practically see the annoyance radiating off of him which only increased your amusement, much to his dismay, “You think you’re so funny,” he quipped. “What makes him think he can ask you? Everyone knows we’re a thing,” he grumbles with a pout evident on his lips.

Your eyebrow raised again, though this time you don’t bother hiding the amusement on your face, “James Fleamont Potter, are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

A smirk made its way onto your face at his response, “I suppose not. But you know if I run I could probably catch him before he gets to the Ravenclaw Common Room and tell him I’ll reconsider the-”

Your teasing was interrupted by his chapped lips colliding with your own soft ones. The initial shock quickly wore off as you melted into his kiss, your cocky demeanor retreating almost instantly. Before you even got the chance to pull away, your moment was interrupted by an outside voice.

“Oi Prongs, Y/N! This is a family room so it’d be much appreciated if you could keep the PDA to a minimum!”

Sirius’s barking voice sounded throughout the room, causing multiple heads to turn to the source of noise. Laughter chorused throughout the room as you and James simply locked eyes. He pecked your lips quickly before whispering, “We’ll continue this later.”

Originally posted by hogwartslivy


“Y/N, truth or dare?”

It was nearly midnight and you should’ve been finishing up your essay for Slughorn due tomorrow, but here you were sitting in the Room of Requirement engaged in a childish game of Truth or Dare with several stolen bottles of fire whiskey and a dozen Gryffindors. 

Your eyes rolled as you turned to face James who had called out your name, but you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him. A couple of turns back James had ended up trading clothes with a very reluctant Lily leaving him in silk pajamas which showed off far more than you’d like to see. It seemed he was too drunk to care, however, as the goofy grin never faltered.


A few of the drunker Gryffindors in the room hooted at your answer, provoking another roll of your eyes. You had heard the truths asked so far and would frankly rather streak down the hall in search of Filch’s cat than answer some of them.

James’s lips twitch into a smirk as he stares you down. You can’t help but feel uneasy under his gaze as you are sure it means nothing but trouble, “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

Rather than rolling your eyes for the millionth time that night, you decide to have fun with the dare. Everyone watches in anticipation as your eyes land on your officially unofficial non-boyfriend male friend, Sirius, who stares at you with a cheeky grin. 

It was well known among your smaller group of friends that you and Sirius and gotten together a few times. After a couple of dates here and there, the two of you had decided not to get into a relationship as the both of you had quite horrible commitment issues. Yet, no matter how much you denied it when brought up in conversation, you remained loyal to each other. 

Devising a plan in your head, you crawled forward a foot so your face was hovering mere inches away from his. Just as he began to lean towards you in anticipation of your touch, you darted to his right and planted a sloppy kiss on Remus.

Laughter erupts throughout the room at your actions, Remus chuckling softly as well as he rubs off the lipstick smudged on his face. You grin with a cocked eyebrow at Sirius’s narrowed eyes.

“Lighten up, Padfoot. It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything,” James teases his best friend with a knowing smile, hence deepening his frown further. The night continued for a little while longer before people started clearing out leaving you, Marlene, Lily, and the Marauders. 

Lily stood from the dusty ground, stretching out her sore legs, “I think I’m going to head back. I at least want to get some sleep before class tomorrow,” she proclaims as Marlene follows suit.

“Me too. I’ll escort you,” James scrambles onto his feet, eliciting an eye roll from Lily.

Peter, not getting the hint that James wants to talk to Lily, stands after him to follow. You watch as the group of four walks out, leaving you, Remus, and Sirius. Remus’s eyes dart between back and forth the two of you, tension thick in the air. “Well,” he sighs, “I’d better get going too. Goodnight guys,” he waves whilst stepping out of the room.

You make eye contact with Sirius as he leaves, neither of you saying a word until the sound of the door shutting rings through the almost empty room, “What the fuck was that, Y/N?”

Your eyes roll yet again, though you can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, “It was a joke. It wasn’t anything legitimate.”

“Oh, so now it’s funny to go around kissing other guys? Sorry, didn’t get that part,” he snaps moodily.

“Oh come on, Sirius. Do you really think I’d actually kiss Moony of all people? You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” a frown etches its way onto your face. 

The hardened look on his face quickly softens as he sighs, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. I guess I just got riled up a bit,” he takes his pinkish lip between his teeth, “Besides, it’s not like you’re not allowed to do that if you wanted to. It’s not like we’re official or anything,” he grumbles the last part.

A small pout rests on your face at his response. No words are uttered between the two of you as you gently lean forward and press your plump lips against his. His body responds instantly as you move like two puzzles pieces that fit together. You eventually pull your lips from his, resting your foreheads together. “But we could be,” you whisper.

Heavy breaths are exchanged between the two of you as your eyes never leave one another until he finally leans in once again, this time making the kiss short and sweet. 

“I think we are.”

Originally posted by nellaey


You were sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by all of your Gryffindor friends after a long day of classes and work. Three of the four Marauders were present at the long, wooden tale piled with an incredible amount of delicious food that was the perfect end to your day. James, Peter, Sirius, and you found yourselves to be the center of attention in the grand room rather quickly due to Sirius and James’ unnecessarily loud laughing, though you weren’t really bothered by the stares. You were in the midst of telling a story about a friend you had made earlier that week when the final Marauder finally showed up after serving a detention (curtesy of James).

“He’s just so cute,” you gush to the three boys. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

Already grumpy after having served an undeserved detention, Remus couldn’t help but frown at your words upon arriving at the table. Your eyes shot to his as he took his usual seat across from you and next to Sirius. “Who’s cute?” he attempted to question in a nonchalant manner.

The boys didn’t seem to pick up on his odd tone, but you did. You cocked an eyebrow at his question, “Dennis.”

Remus nodded, though the smallest of frowns made its way onto his face. From then on he seemed more detached from the conversation, distracted by the millions of thoughts running through his mind. Who the hell was this Dennis? Why hadn’t he heard of him before? Your meal ended fairly soon as the five of you made your way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Just as you were about to step through the portrait hole, a voice called you back, “Y/N, could I, er, talk to you for a moment?”

The werewolf shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he subconsciously picked at his nails, a nervous habit. You shot him a soft smile, “Of course, Remus. What’s up?”

Remus’s nervousness only seemed to grow as he took a breath of preparation before, rather uncoordinatedly, spitting out his thoughts, “Look, I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re not technically dating or anything and I don’t know who this ‘Dennis’ kid is but I just-,” he paused for a moment with a sigh before recollecting himself, “Listening to you talk like that about someone else it- well, it kind of stung,” he finished off sheepishly, resembling a kicked puppy.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know, I know I jus-”

“Dennis is my cat.”

“Of course and I- wait, what?”

A giggle escaped your rosy lips which soon turned into a full blown laugh. Remus’s previously flustered face was dawned with realization as it turned to one of embarrassment. The blush rapidly making its way to his face only heightened your laughter, not helping his situation.


You finally gathered yourself, your own face now red with amusement, “You must’ve been so blinded with jealousy you missed the part when I talked about how soft his fur is.”

His face heat up even more, if possible. You grasped his larger hand in your smaller one as you sent him a grin. He mumbled something under his breath, though it wasn’t quite audible to your ears, “Come again?”

His eyes darted up to meet yours, “I wasn’t jealous.” Your grin widened at his words which in turn initiated another round of blushing.

“Tell that to your face,” you giggled, poking his reddening cheek with your free hand. Remus swatted your hand away, although the smile on your face reached his anyways.

“Don’t worry about it, I’d be jealous too, I suppose. Besides,” you took your lip into your mouth whilst dropping his hand. You leaned closer to him, your mouth a mere few inches away from his ear. “You’re kind of sexy when you get all jealous. It’s a good look on you.”

You leaned back with a cheeky smile before skipping into the common room. Remus stood stunned for a few seconds before a small smirk of satisfaction took over his face as he followed you into the room. Who would’ve known getting jealous over a cat could end so well?

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

i love remus’s quite a lot hehe feel free to request an imagine or preference! i do ships as well :) 

Title: we’ll be alright this time
Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: First Love
Rating: K
A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.

It starts in the hospital, the first week into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.


She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing, she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.

And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.

Something in him softens at the thought.

“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”

The query is a teasing one—something that Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind, and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him smile, too.

Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say about that.

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Games and Piercings Part 3

Part 3 is here and ready to go! Surprise!!! I’ve decided that this series needed a couple more things to make it truly complete. The fourth and final part will be out soon! So please keep an eye out for it!

           The game did not rest in peace. It had simply been a pause menu for Lance he guessed, and he wasn’t sure what would’ve hurt worse. Them never caring at all and letting him continue on letting go and . Or getting his hopes up just to practically let him fall and crunch onto the cold metal ground.

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Being Harry Potter’s Sister and Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include:

  • The two of you hated each other when you first met
  • It was in third year because Harry had tried so hard for the two of you never to come face to face
  • Harry knew you wouldn’t put up with Draco being an asshole and swore that it would get you into trouble
  • It did
  • You walked into Snape’s potions class with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, when 20 minutes later, you were paired up with Draco Malfoy
  • That did not sit well with you and you quickly began to see how awful he really was.
  • “You’re the git who’s ‘father is going to hear about this.’”
  • “Oh look. Potter’s sister has a voice. I always thought she was too busy hiding behind the Chosen One’s shadow.”
  • This resulted in you jumping him and punching him in the face
  • Which resulted in detention, together in Snape’s classroom after school hours
  • Returning back to your potions class during the student’s dinner time for detention was one thing, but running into Draco Malfoy in said detention was another. You’d have to spend 3 hours with the twat
  • “Ugh. You again.” You’d say as you sat down
  • “I don’t want this any more than you do princess.”
  • Snape would glance up from his desk to watch your banter
  • You reminded him of Lily, even though you looked more like James
  • “Don’t call me princess Malfoy.”
  • Flash forward 3 years into your sixth year and you became the only person Draco could talk to about becoming a death eater
  • Your banter still continued sure, but there was a sense of caring behind each of your words
  • Draco’s friends make fun of him for the sexual tension that surrounds the two of you
  • “Ugh, I can’t believe you’ve fallen for Potter!”
  • “Yeah. Just shag already.”
  • Draco couldn’t deny how he felt for you
  • It went from pure hatred, to tolerance, to dare he say, love
  • He couldn’t believe it when he admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with you
  • When you do finally get together, its after one of the biggest fights you’ve ever had
  • “You’re an ass Draco Malfoy, an absolute, selfish ass. If you can’t learn to care about other people then-”
  • He’d angrily push you up against the wall and press his lips onto your own
  • “I can’t believe how bloody oblivious you are.” He’d continue to kiss you, you kissing him back fiercely this time, all your frustration coming out in one kiss. “I bloody care about you more than anyone else. Can’t you see that?”
  • “I do now.”
  • This would result in sneaking around
  • You really didn’t want Harry to find out about the two of you. At least not for a while
  • The first person to find out about your relationship is Snape
  • He catches you snogging in his classroom
  • It’s the only empty one you could find on such short notice. I mean, the two of you were extremely desperate having not seen eachother in two hours
  • “I do not permit such activity in my classroom Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Potter.”
  • As you walk out of the classroom, your faces red and actions flustered, Snape would smirk to himself, ultimately pleased that the two of you had finally gotten together
  • He had called it after all
  • After about 5 months, you’d finally tell Harry
  • He’d freak out but admit that he saw it coming
  • You and Draco would believe it or not, end up cuddling a lot
  • He’s not big on other people touching him, but when it’s you, he becomes putty in your hands
  • You making Draco a better person
  • He makes you more happy than you’ve ever been
  • You help him through his issues with becoming a death eater and support him through it
  • You knew that is wasn’t his decision and try to explain that to Harry
  • “It’s not his fault Harry. The Dark Lord gave him no choice. He’d kill his family if he didn’t!”
  • “Oh so now you’re calling Voldemort ‘The Dark Lord.’ How am I not sure that you’re one of them now too? Convince me (Y/N). Convince me.”
  • “You know what Harry? You’re being a real ass.”
  • Your relationship with Harry weakens but your relationship with Draco strengthens
  • “It’s alright love. He’ll come around eventually.”
  • “I don’t deserve you Draco. I love you.”
  • “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you darling.” He’d smile and nuzzle up to you. “I love you too.”
  • After the war, you make up with Harry
  • He’d come to realize how big of a mistake he had made
  • In turn, he becomes closer with Draco and accepts him into his family
  • “Even though we’ve never gotten along, I can see that you love my sister, and there’s nothing stronger than love. I’ve come to realize that. I wish you all the happiness with her Draco, but if you break her-”
  • “Oh believe me, I know. I won’t live to see another day.”
  • Living 'Happily Ever After’ with Draco Malfoy. It’s cliche but who would’ve thought?
  • Oh right, Severus Snape did. Friggin’ Severus Snape
You’re Special

Johnny Seo x Reader and Lee Taeyong x Reader

Word Count: 9k (WWHAATTTT)

Warnings: Stalker!AU, Sexual Content (Dirty Talk, Masturbation), Some triggering acts forced due to blackmail

A/N. There’s a lot of background info, sorry lol but YES. IT’S BEEN WEEKS BUT IT’S DONE! I’m so proud;-; I love Johhny so much you guys have no idea but this idea was just too good to pass up. Hope you enjoy it and please, please, please, make sure to provide feedback.

This photo does not belong to me. Credit is given here

Another night, another sob story. Tonight, your reclusive tendencies returned once again. Your roommate invited you to a party in one of the frat houses of the campus. As per usual, you shut her down, wanting nothing to do with loud music, skimpy clothing and strange looks from girls you barely knew, and random men standing abreast to you in uncomfortably close proximity.

Once again, you were seated in your room, unwillingly sulking about a subject all the people you knew found trivial. Throughout all of your years, you had not been in a relationship. None that you would have claimed, that is. Your only mistake was Jaehyun yet after him, there was no one else. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

In junior year of high school, he approached you randomly and asked for your number. You oddly gave him your information and began talking to him. From what you could collect, there was nothing bad about him. No venomous comments came out of others mouths about him. With all of your friends in relationships, you had been speculating as to why no one had been interested in you as of yet. His presence soothed many insecurities you held. He would reassure you with the simplest words but it turned out that his comforting words about not worrying when you gave yourself to him were merely pleasantries to get in your pants sooner. He succeeded which earned you your first heartbreak.

He tried to pull the “We can still be friends” card which only made you burrow your feelings further until a close male friend named Johnny managed to coax you into telling him what was wrong. As you told him your side of the story, his face slowly contorted in anger. His face became more sanguine as you poured the feelings you had been storing for the past two months. He comforted you and reassured you that you could do better and you would be able to find better. He allowed you to rest on his lap as his hand patted your hair gently. 

Johnny had always been there through your fits of anger, sad moments, and then, your first heartbreak. You could not have asked for a better male to associate with. You used to be the one who would watch him be confessed to as often as three times in a single month. It amazed you as to how he attracted so many people but you soon found the answer afterward. Of course, Johnny had shown no interest in you as other than a friend but after your break-up, you could not help but see him in a different, if not brighter light. Who knew if you just wanted a rebound or if you wanted Johnny for the guy he was. When you spoke to him, your stomach would act strangely. It was not exactly butterflies but the feeling certainly alerted you further of your feelings for the guy you often ranted to. You trusted him with details that you couldn’t even tell your mother at times.

All through the metastasis of becoming a junior to a senior, your feelings did not subside. If anything, they grew to the extent where you would embarrass yourself in front of him. Although you had often embarrassed yourself in front of him previously, you were new conscious of how much it affected your chances with him. You knew he wouldn’t go for a clumsy girl. His girlfriends had always been the graceful type even when doing the most menial tasks. He had only gotten even better looking which prompted further interest in your best friend. You, however, looked the same if not with deeper bags under your eyes. The only thing that really changed was that you wore your glasses less and contacts more. You had also learned a bit about makeup but found little time to do it before leaving the house.

Time was running out and Johnny was not going to be around forever. If you had something to say, you would have to say it soon. The soonest you could think of at the time was prom but you chose not to go to prom, thinking it to be both a waste of time and money. Instead, you went from museum to museum and ate at two restaurants, trying food you never thought you’d ever consume. You even met some people along the way and made a “friend”. By the time you got home at around one in the morning, you were content with what you had done and were smiling blithely to yourself as you approached the steps to your home.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you noticed the swarm of messages that you received from your friends that went to prom. You smiled at the videos, photos, and messages sent, happy that they all had fun. You were finally at the last set of messages and found them to be not what you expected.

JohnnyBoy [10:46am]: I didn’t think you would actually stay home on prom??

JohnnyBoy [11:20am]: Why didn’t you come?

JohnnyBoy [11:54am]: Bet you would of looked gorgeous…

JohnnyBoy [12:48am]: Is it because you had no date? Not everyone needs a date Y/N

JohnnyBoy [12:59am]: I woulda dropped my date for you y’know

JohnnyBoy [1:02am]: What good what I be if I didn’t for my best friend;)

His needy tone had you staring at your phone for much longer than needed. Some of the texts had actually gotten your hopes up as to the confession you were planning. That was until you read the last message. 

Best friend.

The phrase resonated in your mind as you sighed in disappointment. Of course, it lessened your prospects for a deeper relationship in future. How could it not when it literally put you in a box as to what Johnny thought of you? 

You [10:21]: I had fun. I hope you did too last night

You [10:22]: It wasn’t because I didn’t have a date. It just didn’t seem fun 

You [10:23]: Thanks for the offer though

You sat your phone down on your nightstand before returning to bed. You had to lug the covers over your head because of the bright rays of the sun. You had no school and you were planning on milking the situation the best you could. Even on regular weekends, your mother would wake you up earlier than preferred to make you complete chores before allowing you go back to bed. Knowing that you were almost done with the hell that was high school, she allowed you to sleep in as long as you wanted those days. It was the best feeling to not wake up unwillingly and so you stayed for as long as wanted in the warm blankets that contrasted from the tepid room. 

It was already two in the afternoon when you woke up and it took a while before you realized your parents had gone out. The only thing on your mind was to find food. Any other thought would have to come after. As you shuffled around the kitchen, you prepared the ingredients needed for a sandwich. As you toasted the bread, the front door rang and you briskly walked to open it. Upon its opening, you found Johnny with a broad grin on his face. Your eyes had probably widened to the extent where one would describe it as barmy.

“Hungry?” he asked as he lifted a bag with a picture of a bowl of rice on it.

You only nodded and invited him in before asking why he had visited.

“I’ve been texting you since morning but someone didn’t think it’d be right to respond, apparently.” he quipped.

“I went back to bed and just woke up. I didn’t think about my phone.”

“So, what did you do last night?” he queried as he began to empty the bag set on the kitchen island.

“I went museum hopping and ate out. Much more fun than prom and I spent about the same amount.” 

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the gallivanting of last night. What you hadn’t realized, however, was the way Johnny had looked at you when you smiled. It prompted him to do the same albeit unknowingly.

When he finally set out the food, you were not shy about digging in. No matter how much of a crush you had, that did not prevent you from being the fat ass you usually were. Johnny only continued to smile as you scarfed down as you pleased. You realized a bit too late how you may have looked considering you had woken up not too long ago and then started cramming food down your throat like you had been starving.

“ I’m sorry for eating like that Johnny. Must be the reason why you haven’t touched your food yet.” you apologized as you shied away from his gaze and started eating slower.

“Don’t be sorry. You eat well and I love watching you eat”, he smiled. “It’s very entertaining.”

“Well, I know you didn’t come here to watch me eat. Why’d you come over?”

“Well for one, you weren’t answering my texts.” he began.

“Yeah, sorry. I knocked out right after answering.”

“Can’t blame you. But anyway, second is that I had a question.” he said slight hesitation.

You had set down your food before giving him the go ahead. “Shoot.”

“Do you have a crush on me?” he queried which automatically made you choke on your saliva.

“Excuse me?” you asked as you got yourself a glass of water and coughed.

“Do you have a crush on me?” he reiterated.

You sat back down slowly, chugging the entire glass of water before you looked at the man in front of you. You held his quizzical gaze before taking a deep breath.

“Yes.” you breathed out. “Why do you ask?”

He only let a small, sad smile grace his features before he began to answer you with confidence.

“People have been telling me that they thought you liked me. I didn’t believe it at first but then I started noticing some things.” he answered.

“Guess I suck at hiding things, huh?” you awkwardly chuckled to which he nodded.

“Kind of.” he acknowledged.

“So? Is that it? Are you going to do anything about it?” you asked hopefully although your mind was filled with one answer.

“Y/N, I like you too. Hell, I love you. Just… not like that.”

Although you were expecting it, your heart still sank. You fought back tears as you acquiesced with his decision. 

“But you shouldn’t be hung up on me. You could get any guy you wanted. You just need to put some more effort-” he cajoled before you stopped him.

“It’s fine. I was expecting it. That’s why I wasn’t planning on telling you.” you admitted. “Was that your only question? Is that why you came over?” 

“Well, yeah. I thought it’d be better for you to get it off your chest face to face.”

“And what if I had said no?” 

“I would’ve known you were lying but I would’ve let it go. You would’ve gotten over me.”

“Johnny, you’re usually the smart one. The one that’s always right. So why would you think letting you see me on the brink of tears would be better?” you asked as tears began to emerge in your eyes. You tried to blink them away but that only allowed a few to escape.


“I’d like to be alone right now.” you said coldly as a means to tell him to leave.

Johnny suddenly realized that he hadn’t thought everything about this through. He thought that it was a little crush that had been on and off for a few weeks now. When you were rubbing away tears, however, he realized that this crush meant a great deal more than what he assumed. He got up from his seat on the other side of the island and made his way to the front door. You followed him on his way out but moved back a bit when he tried to hug you goodbye. At your apprehensiveness to his hug, Johnny really noticed how he had hurt you more than intended although none was ever intended.

“Call me when you feel better?” he asked as he stepped outside.

“I’ll try.” you sniffed as you wiped your face with your sweater sleeve and closed the door.

You cried nice and hard that day. Instead of binge eating, you refused to consume anything. The day that you were to go back to school was one you dreaded. It was not you to skip school for bad reasons and you did not want to end the year that way. You had avoided all contact with Johnny. At school, however, you shared half of your classes with him. There was no getting away from his acquisitive nature.

You flipped your hood over your head as you walked in the classroom. Although you were lucky you did not have to see him until third period, you did not want anyone to see how terrible you probably looked.

As the day went by, you could not help but dread the moment you would have to face him. Not only had he tried to reject you in the nicest way but you also ignored his concern after the fact. Johnny was indeed one of the most caring people you knew yet you were acting like this.

All day, you had done nothing and the same went for third period. It was so close to graduation that your professors let you do as you pleased, seeing as though there were still a few of you who came. When you walked in, you were met with Johnny. More specifically, Johnny smiling at a girl he had been talking to for a while. He had confided in you that he liked her and thought that she reciprocated his feelings. The memory only made your stomach churn even worse than before you stepped foot in the classroom. You kept your head low, wanting nothing more than to sit on your phone like you had done the past few hours and waste time instead of confronting the problem. The problem would solve itself. It would go away if you ignored it.

For the first thirty minutes of the period, it actually seemed as though your plan was working. Your earbuds were in and you were trying to take a nap when your phone vibrated in your lap. You took the phone out and looked at your screen, thinking it was a notification from social media.

Johnny [12:54pm]: Hey, do you want to meet up after school?

Johnny [12:54pm]: I’ll treat you to whatever you want

The message made your heart pound solid against your chest. You looked behind you to see Johnny looking back with an unreadable expression on his face which made you both embarrassed and confused.

You [1:00pm]: I’m not hungry. Just meet me at the park by my house

You set your phone on do not disturb and laid your head back down on your desk, not daring to look back at whatever face he was making. You just needed to get through the rest of the day. And hey, maybe talking about it would give you closure.

You sat at the park, waiting for him. As soon as school was let out, you raced for the park. Johnny probably had something to do so you thought it best to leave without him and wait. Wait for the further heartbreak and possibly a portend of closure. You waited and waited.

He never came.

You waited three hours for someone who did not plan to come.

Why not? He was the one who wanted to talk. He was the one who had been contacting you the entire weekend. He was the one who made you feel as if for once you had a chance even with someone seemingly out of your league. He was the one who gave you false hope when you thought there was still a chance for you to finish strong! To finally move on! So why didn’t he want to talk then?

You trudged home, limp. At the very least, it wasn’t raining. It wasn’t dark. I wasn’t terribly cold. Just a slight, mocking breeze. Birds chirped, children played, people happily walked. All was happy. All was normal. Except you. 

Whatever mess of feelings you felt at the time were something worse than your first breakup. Something you couldn’t compare. Yet instead of blaming him as you should have, you stuck with questioning his actions which came back to you. What had you done? Had he been fed up with asking how you were? Was he ready to move on from you? The questions hung with you until you got home. Until you sat in your bed and stared at your phone, hoping he would explain why he had done as he had.

Nothing came. No one called. Not even one text.

He ignored you. As if you had not existed. As if the two of you had not been friends. You watched as he got another girlfriend. Another stunning, picture-perfect student. Volunteer work, great grades, even a bit of commercial modeling on the side. One you would expect for him. You sat through graduation with a heavy heart as each of you were called. Instead of a graduation party, you secluded yourself in your room for a week. You came in and out of the house. You still had your fun. You heard that Johnny’s graduation party was fun. You weren’t invited though so you couldn’t have known.

Your mom had been asking about him yet all you could answer was “I’m not sure”, or “I don’t know”. You didn’t know anymore. You just breezed through the time. Your summer break was over and it was almost time for university. In freshman year, you were excited. Higher knowledge was always an exciting subject for you. By sophomore year, you were tired. You went out with your friends when you could but it was not as often. Now in your junior year once again, you barely went to those stupid parties. You missed having fun though. You had the first of a few one night stand in sophomore year and you could’ve sworn that it was one of the most exhilarating things to ever happen to you.

Now, here you were, grumbling about not having a boyfriend and remembering the hurt of the past. It was time stop being pathetic.

You took a shower and put on black, leather skirt that was a bit higher than mid-thigh. A black turtleneck bodysuit was under it. Matched with a pair of black thigh high heels, you wondered why you didn’t dress like this more often. It was certainly something that took away your insecurities. After some dark makeup, wanting to be bolder than usual, you left your shared apartment with the idea that you would definitely get someone’s attention.

You skipped the idea of the frat house party house party and automatically went to a club. You hadn’t been to one for so long that it was hard to believe you were in one at the moment. A drink or two in and you were still seated at the bar, watching people dance and have fun. Maybe you should have invited someone to come with you. You were contemplating on dancing when a cute stranger sat next to you at the bar. Under the neon lights, it was hard to inspect him thoroughly but from the big eyes to the sharp jawline, you could tell you already liked this guy.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked as he looked you up and down, unabashedly.

“Sure.” you nodded before ordering an Old-Fashioned to which he ordered the same.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing, sitting alone?” he questioned.

“Looking for fun, I guess.” you answered before grabbing a hold of your drink.

“I could show you a fun time if you’re up for it?” he sipped as he raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“What did you have in mind?” you asked as a handsome smirk graced his features

He only chugged the rest of his whiskey before holding out his hand to you. You did the same before delicately placing your hand in his. He led you to the dance floor and moved along with you under the flashes of red and green in the club. Close bodies became sweatier as you had a good time dancing with him. Eventually, a time came when he wanted to change up the tempo. Grabbing your hips, he slowly ground into you which prompted you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I don’t even know your name yet, handsome.” you addressed.

“Taeyong. I would’ve thought you’d recognized me, Y/N. I’m disappointed.” he pouted a bit.

Taeyong? The name sounded familiar but you could not pinpoint where you remembered it from. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to remember seeing the gorgeous specimen in front of you somewhere previously. Taeyong made it harder, though, when he managed to wedge his thigh in between your legs as you danced. You bit your lip, continuing to wonder where you had heard the name.

“I bet all you can remember is braces and bad hair. As you can see, however, I’ve grown.” he added when you started to tug at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“In more ways than one.” 

That was it. Taeyong from last year. During sophomore year you had a project with Taeyong. He did more than his share of work even though you told him you had everything under control. He was what you would’ve described as the cutest nerd you had ever seen. His smile showed off his braces and it always prompted you to do the same when you saw him. He wore the same style as you for the most part which consisted of hoodies and jeans. He was such a kind guy which made you feel bad when you allowed him to do more work than he needed to. You were fine with the workload and felt as if you were burdening him but he was unyielding. On the last day that you spent together, celebrating the completion of the project, you bought him coffee and sent him off with a friendly kiss on the cheek. His red face made you giggle as you said goodbye but you never got a speak afterward.

He had been working out. He got his braces taken off. He was definitely more confident which revamped him from a cutie to one of the hottest guys you had seen in your three years as of yet.

“You really did change.” you breathed out as he pulled your head back a bit by your hair and started kissing your neck.

There, on the dance floor, you were practically fucking with your clothes on. His hum reverberated in your neck which made you moan lowly at the feeling.

“You want to show me how much?” you challenged.

The man only smirked at you again before he had led you to a booth. Here, the music of the open floor was muffled, although the vibrations of the beat could still be felt. The room had an intense red light that shone all over the room. His eyes inspected your body as you stood there almost awkwardly. Were you going to have to make the first move this time? Taeyong had obviously started this interaction with the intent of claiming you for the night. Now, he sat in front of you, anticipating what you would say or do next with that cocksure smirk on his face.

Taking the chance to be more assertive, you sauntered towards his seated figure and turned around before sitting down on his lap. This surprised Taeyong a bit but he showed no signs of helping you. You took his hands and let them stay on your hips before you started slowly grinding forwards and backward. Taeyong enjoyed your teasing before he chose to move a well. His hands slowly made your way to your exposed thighs, parting them enthusiastically as you continued. You smiled to yourself as his hands moved again- one towards your chest while the other went underneath your skirt. You only allowed him one soft squeeze before closing your legs and standing up again to straddle him instead.

“Impressive so far.” you sassed as he grasped your thighs.

“Had to become impressive to earn this privilege, didn’t I?” he asked as he found the zipper on the side of your skirt and unzipped it completely. “To be able to fuck you like I’ve wanted to.” he grunted as he unsnapped the opening of your bodysuit.

“You wanted to fuck me?” you raised your eyebrows at the confession.

“And have those pretty lips on mine? Damn right.” he laughed.

“Where else did you want these lips?” you bit your lip as his hands squeezed your ass.

“Second place would have to be on my cock.” he whispered low and dangerously to which you moaned. “Maybe even while mine were tasting that pretty pussy. But we have to be quick so I can’t- not tonight.”

You nodded and complied as he pushed your panties to the side and moved his fingers up and down your slit.

“Looks like you’re ready for me, baby.” he smiled as you started pushing down his pants and boxers. You pulled his cock out and reveled in it. The head was incarnadine, making you almost salivate at the sight while each vein in it pulsated.

You licked your lips before standing up and lowering yourself on him. You basked in the feeling of being full since it had been so long. Taeyong’s groans only spurned you into moving. You looked at his expression and could not help but indulge in the sexy expression. His head was thrown back as he bit his lip in bliss. Your gaze shifted down towards his impressive jawline until it came to his strong, pristine neck. You made it a point to tarnish the untouched skin.

You began to bounce up and down, eliciting a hiss from the male under you. The rhythm started to pick up as Taeyong found purchase on your hips and helped pull you up and down. You nipped constantly at his neck before the two of you shared an ardent kiss which involved a clash of tongue and teeth. Your lipstick was probably all over him as you pulled him closer by the back of his head. You could tell that you were close. Apart from the panting in between the clashing of mouths, high whines began to recur more frequently.

Taeyong was whispering the most enticing expletives to you which only brought you closer with each new fantasy. The release of pressure was only that much greater with the descent of your orgasm. You allowed Taeyong to continue to move you, making sure that he got his as well. He pulled you off of him right before he was about to finish and you watched with heavy, lidded eyes as he pumped his cock.

His cum landed on your black body suit but you couldn’t have cared less. As he slowly finished riding out his orgasm, you giggled at his fucked out face. A smile slowly made its way onto his face as you hooked your index finger under his chin and kissed him again. This time, slower but there was still passion nonetheless. As you pulled away, you saw the slightest movement of his head following your lips.

“Better than I could have ever imagined.” he concluded in a breathy voice.

It only made me you smile like a fool as you stood up and began to fix yourself.

“Much better than I would’ve thought.” you mused. “Didn’t expect to get cum on my shirt though.” you joked.

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll get something to clean it up. Don’t move.” he said before tucking himself back into his pants and walking out of the compact room. You left your skirt off because the stain and sticky feeling was lower than the waistline of it. You looked at yourself using your phone camera and tried to wipe away the smudged parts of your lipstick. Waiting patiently, you looked around the room, now sober enough and not clouded with lust to think about your surroundings. The door finally opened, making you light up, thinking Taeyong had come back. Your smile automatically dropped when you saw another couple, stumbling in with their lips locked. They hadn’t noticed you as they staggered about, desperately devouring each other. You thought it would be better to gather your things before alerting them of your presence.

As you were about to say something, the door swung open and Taeyong came rushing in a handful of napkins.

“They only had-” Both him and the couple stared at each other before resting their eyes on you.

“Sorry. I- I was just leaving.” you stuttered.

“You were so busy, that you couldn’t tell that someone else was already in the room?” Taeyong directed towards the guy on the edge of the couch you were seated on just a few minutes ago.

“Sorry. I was too busy. She didn’t seem to mind watching though.” he sneered but you were too embarrassed to look in his direction. “Did you, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t watching. I just wanted to get dressed and get out as soon as possible, thanks.” you muttered before moving towards Taeyong’s side.

“Don’t be a dick, Johnny.” he spat before pulling you closer by the small of your back.

You paid no mind to the name and glanced over to where a tall male with honey brown hair stood with a mischievous smile. When your eyes rested upon the male, they must have blown out of proportion at which his expression mirrored yours. There stood the guy who walked past you and paid no mind to how you felt about it. The man who allowed you to believe that you meant less than nothing after he made you feel as if you were on top of the world. Correction; the spineless, brainless, idiot that taught you not to put yourself in the same situation.

“Y/N?” he asked in disbelief, forgetting about both his date and his friend.

“Taeyong, can we go?” you asked almost desperately, tugging on his shirt.

“Sure, let’s go.” he said as he pulled you closer to him.

“Y/N.” Johnny said more firmly this time.

You only ignored him but it prompted Taeyong’s interest. He could obviously see how uncomfortable you were, however, so he just walked quicker with you in hand.

“Y/N! I know you can hear me!” he yelled as he tugged on your arm.

You only jerked it away to finally face the man right in front of the entrance of the club.

“You. I don’t want to talk to you. I certainly don’t want to see your face. Just… just leave me alone.” you firmly said as you dragged Taeyong off with you.  In the parking lot, you stood still, trying to calm your pounding heart.

“Want me to take you home?” Taeyong asked assuredly.

“That would be wonderful, yes.” you said as he led you to his car.

Once you began driving, Taeyong couldn’t help but begin the myriad amount of questions.

“So… how do you know Johnny? Ex-friend? Ex-boyfriend?”

“I guess,” you chuckled. “We just know each other from high school. It’s been a few years. Friendship kind of died off.”

“Oh. Sorry for that.” he mumbled as his eyes stayed on the road. “For both Johnny and your shirt.” he elaborated which made you laugh.

“It’s cool. I could always send you my dry-cleaning bill.”

“How about you leave it with your number of course, and I’ll call when it’s ready to pick up?”

“Sounds like a plan.” you happily complied with his flirting.

He dropped you off at your home but not before getting both your number and a good night kiss. You smiled to yourself as you walked up the stairs to your apartment complex. You were in such a stupor that you hadn’t noticed the car that had followed behind you since the club. The sleek black vehicle only drove away after ten minutes after you entered the building. You had no idea that it would be back again.

Taeyong had texted you the following morning. You hadn’t slept during the night but talking to him actually took your mind off of Johnny. You didn’t realize that he had become such an ass. His attitude was obviously a confident one. Much more so than when you knew him. People change. You knew that. You just never expected him to change so much. He wasn’t worth your time. You had to stop thinking about him and the asshat he had become.

Unknown [11:54am]: Hey, guess who?

You [11:55am]: I’m not sure. Who is this?

Unknown [11:56am]: Oh um it’s Taeyong

Taeyong [11:56am]: You gave me your number last night?

You [11:57am]: I know lol

You [11:57am]: I’m sorry for playing with you like that

Taeyong [11:57am]: You really scared me! I deserve a better apology than that!

You [11:58am]: How about coffee today? At 3?

Taeyong [11:59am]: It’s a date. I’ll pick you up:)

It surprised you to no end that Taeyong could still manage to be so sweet when just last night, his assertiveness got you wet in little to no time. Just the thought of what went down last night had you biting your lip and wondering what else he had in store for you.

As you left the confine of your room, you were met with your roommate already using the shower.

“Hey, where’d you go last night? You came home later than me,” she whined. “If you were at another party, why didn’t you invite me?”

“I just went out for a bit. Don’t worry about it.” you chuckled before beginning to brush your teeth.

You had to look decent today. In fact, you had to look great today. Seeing as how Taeyong looked, you had to raise your usual standard. Maybe it was a sign. A sign that you needed to get off your ass and start pursuing people with a positive attitude and more effort. After last night’s effort’s you were finally engaging with someone and that was what mattered. Johnny was no one to cogitate about. You didn’t have time to be hung up on him again. Taeyong would be the main priority. He would be the harbinger of good news.

It was all going well. In fact, it had gone much better than you thought it would have so far. Although you were the one who offered to buy coffee, Taeyong kept insisting that he be the one to pay for it. You talked, caught up, and laughed. There was still something that you itched to say but found it hard to bring up. Finally, you found the courage to tell him.

“Taeyong, you look… great.” you started which made his smile broaden.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“But I just want you to know that it’s not why we’re on a date today,” you continued. “I always thought you were cute it’s just… last night, you were assertive and we clicked. I really don’t want you to think I’m here for shallow reasons.” you admitted.

“Oh, I know.” he laughed.

“And how would you know?” you inquired while you took a sip of your coffee.

“You remember what I said last night, don’t you? I knew I didn’t have a chance and at first, I thought it was because I was the stereotypical nerd but I realized that you just didn’t seem to like anyone. Surprising, seeing as how many guys were after you but-”

You almost spit your coffee out at that line. “There were guys after me?”

“Well, of course…”

You began to burst into laughter.

“Wow, that’s hilarious.” you chuckled as the laughter died down and you wiped a tear from your eye.

Taeyong’s expression, however, told you that he wasn’t joking.

“Oh? You’re serious.” you frowned.

“Do you think that lowly of yourself?” he asked in true curiosity and a hint of pity.

“No… It’s just hard to believe some things. I haven’t ever really been sought after.” you sighed.

“Well I went after you last night, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. Says a lot, considering you could do better.” you sadly smiled.

“Do I have to fuck the idea that you’re sexy back into you?” he asked in a low voice that made you straighten up.

“I wouldn’t mind.” you mumbled making him playfully growl at you.

“Sexual acts and jokes aside; you’re beautiful. It’s true. If you want another opinion, I can call up a friend.” he said, while pulling his phone out.

“You’re joking,” you snickered as you watched him shake his head. “It’s ringing.”

Taeyong put the phone on speaker and it rung a few times before a deep voice on the other line picked up.

“What do you want?” he asked irritably.

“I need your opinion on something and don’t hold anything back. Do you think Y/N is hot?” he inquired casually as he grinned at you.

“What kind of question was that? Yeah, she’s hot. Aren’t going on a date with her? Why would you if she’s not hot?”

“What about her is so attractive?”

“Her legs, her eyes, her ass, wow, I could go on. She even has this tiny mole near her left collarbone and it drives me crazy.” his friend said.

Your cheeks heated up at his analysis of your body. It boosted your confidence yet also gave you a gross feeling to be spoken about in that manner. It surprised you that he knew about your mole, though. You didn’t think many of the clothes you wore would allow anyone to see such a small detail about you. You didn’t even think you allowed people to come close enough too see it. It was strange the stranger had checked you out enough to remember it’s location, much less its existence.

“A mole? Hm, didn’t notice.” Taeyong commented as he bent over the table for a closer inspection.

“How was last night, by the way? How did you fuck her? How wet was she? Did you take control?” he bombarded him with questions that only made him blush, thankful that there were no passersby who would hear this.

“None of your business.” he grunted.

“Wish it could’ve been. I’ve always wanted to do the nastiest things to her. She seems so pure, doesn’t she?”

“Hey, I don’t think you should be talking about her like that.” Taeyong firmly said, putting an end to his friend’s tirade.

“Anyway, where are you guys meeting for your date?” the stranger asked queerly.

“I’ll tell you later, bye.” he promised before hanging up. “Sorry about him. He’s very blunt.” he tried to explain which only made him even more flustered. “I’ve never spoken about you that way, don’t worry.”

“I know. You’re too sweet to.” you replied.

The date went without a hitch and so did the next one as well as the one after that. After a few more dates and great amount of your time spent texting each other, Taeyong asked you to be his girlfriend. Although your exterior was as cool, inside, you were screaming like a school girl. Taeyong brought the best out of you. He made you want to dress better and become more social. The two of you still didn’t go to parties much, knowing it wasn’t your thing.

One night, Taeyong had gone to a party that you weren’t feeling up to. You sat in your room, wondering what you should do. Boredom overtook you and you ended up doing what every bored adult does. Masturbating. Taeyong wold probably rush over as fast as he could if you had texted him and let know that you were horny but it had been a while since you were left to your thoughts with no one else to satisfy you. It was a nice change of pace, to be honest.

As you slipped out of Taeyong’s borrowed joggers, you thought back to the man you were lucky to call your own now. The idea of his warm nature quickly transformed just like he seemed to do at intimate times. His bright smile that shone at you during the day soon became the sexy smirk he wore at night. The way his brown eyes tinted black when he became lustful. Everything about him was a turn-on, especially how much of a gentleman he became once his rough, dominant nature subsided. It was wonderful. Taeyong was a beautiful mix.

You thought about your gorgeous boyfriend as you let your hand glide down your body and into your panties. You sat propped against the wall on the side of your bed as you let two of your fingers roll your clit gently. As you continued however, the feeling of your panties were too sticky against your sweaty skin. You took them off and went back to work, playing with yourself with your legs spread wide. By the time you finished, the room was entirely too hot for you. You stood up and took off your shirt, thinking that a shower was in order. Once you came back, you went to open your window and let in some fresh air but as you approached your window you were frightened when you caught a glimmer of something outside. If you moved too quick, it could have been missed completely. It took effort to even maintain sight of the position it was in. When you opened the window and reached for the object, you came to realize it was a camera.

A camera.

Someone had been filming you. In your room as you slept, changed your clothes, studied, hung out, and now, as you got off. The thought made you wretch, wondering who would have planted it by your window? The fire escape was not something you would have wanted to be on unless it was an emergency. You wanted to destroy the infernal device but could not, thinking that if you brought it to the police, it might lead you to the pervert who planted the microscopic object.

Thoughts of what the footage could be used for were running through your mind. What if someone was selling it- selling you off? What if it was a pervert who planted multiple and was using girls as porn? What if it was a stalker? Fear of whatever was going on took over and you ran out of your room while yelling your roommate’s name.

“Y/N? What is it?” she asked when you stormed in her room and alerted her of what you had found.

“Okay, first, we should call the police. I’ve heard of these things. They can send footage wirelessly or the culprit has to come back and get it. If he does, we’ll catch the bastard.” she instructed. 

You nodded frantically and called the police, frightened to no extent. You even called Taeyong after the police had come and confiscated the camera. He rushed over and comforted you the best he could as your ceaseless tears continued to flow. Of course, you were too frightened to sleep in your room so he brought blankets and pillows for you two to sleep in the living room.

“It’s okay. We’ll find who did this and when we do, I’ll make sure to kick his ass.” he promised as your tears slowly diminished into hiccups.

If Taeyong kept true to his promise, you were going to make sure to be there along side him, serving the justice you knew you deserved.

Days went by and campus police had warned of the suspected pervert. Many other females took precautionary measures including you. Covering your window and locking everything was just the minimum. It had all calmed down as two weeks went by yet the fear of being watched still stuck with you.

One night as you walked home from a gathering of friends, you could have sworn there were footsteps behind you. When you turned around, you saw a lanky man walking as well. As it was winter, their scarf covered their face as they continued walking while looking at their phone. Paying no mind to it, you continued your trek back to the apartment. As time progressed however, it seemed as though he was going in the exact same direction as you. Being a little paranoid, you took a detour. Instead of going straight, you took a left and entered a neighborhood you were not very familiar with. The stranger followed tout suite. His head was no longer staring at his phone when you turned back but was instead staring back at you. His eyes held a mischievous glimmer which only made you fearful of what he was capable of.

As you continued through the twists and turns of the neighborhood, you eventually ended in a dead end and began to panic as you saw the man slowly approaching. You contemplated Scaling the fence behind you but you were in heeled boots which seemed too large to climb with. Surprisingly, the last thought you had was to call Taeyong. He knew of all the places on and near campus. Hopefully, he would find you. As you turned and called the memorized number, you could hear the shuffling of gravel. You turned to look the stranger in the face and see his eyes turn up as if he was smiling underneath the large scarf.

Taeyong did not pick up and your frenzy only grew. You tried calling the police next but the stranger snatched your phone as you tried to make some space between you.

“You only get one call, princess. Should’ve called the cops first.”

“What do you want? Money? I don’t have any on me.” you nervously said.

“Oh, I don’t want money. I want you.” he cooed.

“I have a boyfriend. And you’e going to be sorry when he hears about this.”

“Thing is, he won’t hear about it. Not if you want me to keep that video of you from going viral.”

“What video?”

“Oh, don’t be stupid. When I went back to get my camera, you already found it. Good thing the footage was already saved. And believe me, there’s still more you don’t know about.” he hummed.

“Now,” he said as he took a step closer to which you moved back. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which would you prefer?”

“Neither.” you finally said before kicking the man in the shin. He dropped your phone and hissed in pain. You were able to grab the device to find a small crack in it. It still worked, nonetheless.

You ran around him and out of the alley, screaming for help as you bounded. It didn’t seem as though he was following you anymore but that only made your heart race faster, not knowing where he was. No one came out to help, seeing as though it was nearly one in the morning already but you managed to make it out of the neighborhood and sprinted the best you could in your boots. You managed to make it to your apartment and ran into your room, already tearing everything up to find where he may have placed more cameras.

You found one on the lamp at your desk, another by the mirror next your closet, and one more by the window. You crushed them all under your heel then breathed deeply, looking at the mess you had made and cried hysterically. Was that it? Please, say that was it.

As you sank on your bed and continued to look around, a call came on your phone from an unknown number. You automatically declined. It called again but you declined. When the same number called a third time, you finally picked up, yelling “Yes?!”

“You missed one.” the raspy voice said on the other side as you looked witlessly around the room.

“What do you want?” you began to sob as the voice chuckled.

“Told you, princess. I want you.”

“What does that even mean?” you cried into the phone, covering your face.

“I’ve always wanted you to be mine. But then Taeyong came along. So we’re going to show him who you belong to.” he said bitterly.

“I’m not yours!” you yelled into the phone.

“Oh, but you are. Now, we’re going to have a little fun if you don’t want Taeyong to get hurt or your fellow classmates to see you having fun with yourself, okay?”

You nodded reluctantly before listening to what he had to say.

“You’re going to do a strip-tease for me. Get to it, princess.”

“I’m not getting naked for you.” you warily muttered.

“What was that? Send the video?”

You sniffed as you stood up and took off your jacket and the sweater underneath.

“Now we both know you can do better than that.” he growled, making you flinch.

You reluctantly took off your shirt and jeans after a while, leaving you in your underwear. You tried to cover yourself as much as possible with your hands.

“Now isn’t that a pretty sight? Why don’t you give me a spin?” he smugly said to which you turned in a robotical way, in place. “There’s that beautiful mole. that I love. You should show it off more. It’s one of my favorite things about you.” he complimented and you felt as if you were going to throw up.

“I guess that’s it for tonight. Not the worst thing that have happened, was it, Y/N?”

You only tried to put on your pajamas as quickly as you could before exiting the room.

“Sweet dreams.” he wished before hanging up. You sunk onto the couch, crying your eyes out at what you just been forced to do. You could have refused but he threatened to hurt Taeyong. He threatened to expose your intimate time and now he had even more for the spank bank. Your head was light and you felt weary as a strange detail of his commentary came to mind. You couldn’t sleep, knowing that someone had broken into your room to commit such horrible acts. You had been violated and no one else knew. Your roommate was gone, spending the night with her boyfriend while you still wondered about where yours was.

Ten in the morning rolled around when you chose to arise from your spot on the couch. You had slept none, wanting to nullify or finalize your suspicion against something that happened before.

You called Taeyong, hoping he would be up and you sighed in relief when it turned out that he was.

“Taeyong, I have a very important question.”

“Go ahead.” he spurned in a groggy voice.

“On our first date, who did you call to say I was hot?”

“It was… Johnny.” he replied after some thought. “Why?”

“Sorry for disturbing you. Go back to sleep.” you quickly said before hanging up and making a call to the unknown number.

“Good morning princess. Hope you slept well.” he yawned.

“Cut the shit, Johnny. You’re going to jail and then I’m going to make sure hell is next.” you threatened.

“Wow. Impressive deductive skills. How’d you find me out?”

“Why does it matter? All that matters is that I know who to get a restraining order against and who to file a police report against.”

“I still have your videos. You want them exposed?”

“Do what you want. All I care about is you being locked up now.” you iterated before hanging up.

You immediately set out for the police station, paying no mind to your disheveled appearance. As you spoke about your current case, the officer warned that they could not trace the camera back to determined IP code. You told him about the disturbing experience you had the night before and suggested that they acquire a warrant before checking it out. You allowed them to take your phone to try to trace back the phone number as well but the number was led to some old phone that seemingly had no determined names attached to the phone company.

After a while of waiting in fear and avoiding all contact with those outside of your apartment, they finally caught him. With the help of the warrant, the police were able to check out Johnny’s dorm and although he did a good job at hiding everything, he wasn’t immaculate in a clean up. When his laptop had been taken to the station, it took a while of trying to get rid of the encryption he had on a file but they finally found it. A video of you uncomfortably in your underwear, playing his game. His arrest was no small matter but it finally allowed you freedom to come out with what he had done and tried to do to you.

Taeyong blamed himself when he found out about his former friend’s horrible deeds but it was not his fault. He didn’t know what had been going on but had gotten a weird feeling when you obviously did not want to see Johnny as time went on but he constantly asked about you.

“It isn’t fair!” he yelled in court. “I had her first! She was wrapped around my little finger. I don’t know where he came in the picture but it was ridiculous that she ended up with him!”

You didn’t want to even look at him so you didn’t go to the court hearing. Your room mate had gone and told you what he had been ranting about in court.

“Thank goodness he never came.” you muttered to yourself as you reminisced about the moment he did not give you the time of day.

“Who never came?” Taeyong asked as he pulled you closer with his arm around you.

“I don’t want to even think about it,” you shivered. “I get chills. The bad kind.”

“I’ll be here to warm you up.” he whispered into your hair.

“I know.” you smiled.

He would keep you from remembering the chill of that winter. Spring was already underway and all you wanted to do was bury the past under that winter weather. The cold, the cameras, the memory; gone.

Flux: The Beginning (M) | 02

Prequel of Bliss | parts: 01 | 02 | 03

Character: Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

Genre/words: Smut, Poly!AU, Slow Burn, Angst / 7,262 words

Summary: One of them is your longtime crush, while the other is the man which you had shared your secrets with on many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire. You had sworn that it would end, and that secret crush would remain a secret.

Warning: mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, voyeurism

a/n: After re-writing and going back and forth in editing, I finally think it’ll be wise to post the whole series in three parts. Sorry if this part is much shorter, I will make it up on the last chapter :)

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Art Therapy

Request: I was wondering if you would write something were the reader and Bucky fell in love, but Natasha was really horrible and told the reader to stay away from Bucky, Bucky doesn’t understand why


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader [Enhanced]

Word Count: 6,658

Bucky lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep most nights. The rare times when he could, his mind was plagued with nightmares. The doctors in Wakanda had assured him that it was perfectly normal. His psychiatrist at the Avengers compound told him that the therapy would help with it. He even had a prescription for sleeping pills after he mentioned his insomnia. But Bucky didn’t like taking them, the feeling of something making his mind hazy was too close to how he used to be while under Hydra’s control.

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The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art

@setthestarsxnfire​ and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day!

Jaehee Kang: We should do something together

V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group.

ZEN: Like what?

707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧

ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3

Saeran: ‘We’?

ZEN: Since
ZEN: Ehm
ZEN: No no, I misspoke
ZEN: I’ve never been there

Jumin Han: …

MC: Great!
MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go!

Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me.

MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;)

707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated!

Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC!
Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry!

MC: Yaaayyy!!

Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports.

V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday.
V: Zen, you will be there, I hope?

ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me

Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join.

MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right?

Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐

707: Whoo~!

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α вtѕ hαllσwєєn || wєrєwσlvєѕ

genre ➣ supernatural

rating ➣ (s) for safe…for now ;)

summary ➣ you made the mistake of crossing their territory, paying the price by having to play their game of hide and seek. But, with a catch: you have to wear the red hood. 

quote  ➣ “Oh, little red. You better hope we don’t.” 

The night air was cool on all hallows’ eve. Birds were silenced in that particular part of the woods, only because the presence of dominance hushed nature itself. Those parts of the woods belonged to them, and them alone, many years of war and bloodshed earned them the right to say so. The family of seven that thrived in the mansion of melancholy merely watched the moon continue to raise high into the sky, taunting them; as if it knew that even under its luminous glow, they could not change form. 

“Namjoon-hyung, this isn’t fair,” The younger exclaimed, angrily pulling grass from the ground. “On the night where our forms are at their most powerful, and we can’t even use them, what kind of sense does that make?” 

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 1: The Idea

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 2

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. Part: The set-up.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1442

Author’s Note: Ok, lots of things:

  1. Aaaah I’m going to try something totally new and try a lot of 1st person Bucky POV in this series! This first part is just testing the waters a bit, feedback is much much appreciated.
  2. Changing my mind, this isn’t going to be a drabble series. I just couldn’t cut the parts up that short. It will be a short series though, 7 or 8 parts I think, definitely less than 10.
  3. I am currently road tripping myself and will make a Series Masterlist page once I get to my final destination tonight.
  4. I don’t have photoshop on this computer (waaah!) so if anyone wants to make me a banner for this series… I wouldn’t hate it. Otherwise I’ll try to piece one together with Gimp or some other free crap

Okay enough chatter!

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

“Alright, my turn,” Natasha smirks, taking her stance and firing an impeccably placed dart into the board. Damn it. Why did I agree to play her? She must play Clint all the time. She’s going to beat me.

“Best city for a night out.” She must have known Steve would give a less than satisfactory answer because she raises a finger towards him and specifies, “I mean, pick up a girl, one night stand, kind of night out.” I can’t help but snort thinking about Steve trying to talk himself into leaving after a one night stand. He’s so damn chivalrous.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about, Buck,” Steve fires at me, “you’ve been on fewer dates than me in the last decade!”

That shut me up. He’s right, I haven’t really gotten back into the swing of it yet, haven’t really tried. I scowl at Steve before picking up my set of darts and flicking one into the target. “New York,” I answer, willfully ignoring Steve’s taunting.

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boys don’t cry (richie tozier x reader)

requested: no

summary: this is based off of one of my favorite songs (boys don’t cry by the cure). richie speaks before he thinks and hurts the reader, angst follows. some of the lyrics from the song are included + i wrote two endings, an angsty one and an alternate happy ending. scroll down for the happy one, or read both, whatever ya wanna do.

reader uses female pronouns! 

a/n: feel free to send me requests for any of the losers!

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anonymous asked:

Vernon dating Joshua and vernon threesome plz

huuuuge thanks to a sweet anon who sent in this idea for the scenario, Memesol and I loved it so much that we nearly fought over which one of us would get to write it 😂 hope you guys enjoy! 💕

» If you’re using the tumblr app and can’t see the scenario, which is under a “keep reading”, please try opening the post in your phone’s internet browser (or a computer)! 💕

» 4,380 words

As Vernon’s girlfriend and a fan of Seventeen, it had only been natural for you to watch every single teaser they posted up til the release of their album Al1. His was the very first teaser and you had loved it already, and they kept the level of aesthetic pleasantness until the very end.

The most memorable teaser for you, however, ended up being Jun’s one. Sadly, it wasn’t necessarily for him, but for the voice that was speaking at the beginning of the teaser, which just happened to belong to Joshua.

And, well, that voice just happened to make your imagination run wild: there was something about Joshua’s voice, as calm and beautiful as it may be, that you found incredibly attractive, and you unashamedly played the teaser over and over again, to the point of Vernon finding it funny.

Little did he know.

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Genre: Angst, Fluff, Highschool!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 9,909

Summary: Although she was considerably out of his league, he couldn’t help but fall for the girl who always stood up for him when no one else would.

Author’s Note: This took forever to write but I think it’s okay for what it is…Some parts really had me in my feels ;-; but I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think!

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In this Heat [M]

Originally posted by itslikevelvet

Featuring:  One [Jung Jaewon]

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Word count: 2,281

Request:  Anonymous said: Jaewon + smut: we’ve been close friends for several years. One hot summer day we’re at a fair/carnival/out on the town. I’m eating a popsicle and he can’t stop staring at my full lips. He cuts the day short to take me to his place and he gets really close. Light kissing leads to heavy petting and from there it’s gets serious.[Feel free to change it up but thank you you for all your hard work and great writing]

anonymous said: Can i have jaewon scenario request : the morning after a fluffy smut. 

A/N: This has a similar theme to my other scenario You & I so feel free to read you & I as an epilogue to this scenario, I guess you can say this is the prelude to you & I.

  An attempt to squeeze 2 request into 1 one-shot idk if it’s working

Jaewon wasn’t sure just what had gotten into him but he couldn’t keep his focus and his eyes in front of him. Maybe it was this severe heat wave that was messing with his head or maybe it was that v-neck dress you had on, or the way you looked so damn cute whenever you looked up at him…
“Jaewon! Let’s get on that ride!” you snapped him out of his thoughts before they could give way to the perverse thoughts secretly lingering in the back of his mind, that even he wasn’t aware of; as you tugged on his hand and pointed at the ferris wheel.
You hadn’t given him the time to respond, as you excitedly took the lead and kept on going on; about how nice the view from the peak height was going to be.
“Hurry Jaewon! The line isn’t that long, hurry before people beat us to the line and then we’ll have more time to get on all the rides and maybe even get to go around a second time.” you enthusiastically told Jaewon your plan.
He let out that all too familiar chuckle, “I think we’ll have plenty of time to go around a second time if you want, I don’t think many people are willing to be out in this heat wave.”
“It’s rush hour so people are just now making their way over, it’s gonna get packed in about an hour. Besides this heat wave isn’t as bad as the news makes out to be, we’ll live!”

“I guess this isn’t something a slushy or ice cream can’t fix.”

“I slushy actually sounds really good right now. So slushy now or after the ride?”

“Slushy now, meanwhile we wait in line.” he suggested.

You kept your place in line while you waited for Jaewon to come with your ice cold beverages, luckily it wasn’t a long wait; soon enough you were on the ferris wheel taking pictures together and of the view.
After that you both went running around trying to get on as many rides possible before the lines would get packed, which included the flying swings, bumper cars, even as reluctant as Jaewon was he eventually agreed to join you on the merry-go-round.
“Oh come on Jaewon, cheer up. Have some fun.” you encouraged as he stood next to your horse as he had refused to get on one of his own.
“This isn’t my image.” he rebutted.
“What image?”
He feigned hurt as he placed a hand over his heart and sighed, “Do you always have to come for me?”
“I wasn’t, it was a genuine question.” you batted your eyelashes, it was always a habit of yours to push Jaewon’s buttons.
The ride came to an end and you guys continued walking around looking for what to do. You quickly stopped in your tracks when you came across a dart throwing game, and you couldn’t get your eyes off of one of the prizes; a huge white fluffy plush teddy bear with a pink bow tie around its neck.
“You know it’s a scam right?” you heard Jaewon whisper in your ear from behind you.
“Jaewon~” you called out to him as you turned and he already knew what you were up to, yet pretended he didn’t have a clue.
“What do you suppose a friend could do for their friend after they miss their birthday party… not just friends, best friends. And said best friend didn’t show up to their best friend’s birthday party?” you said as you attempted to give him your best puppy eye look.

“ I told you something came up and didn’t I agree to come out in this heat wave and go on the merry-go-round with you already?
…. fine just don’t look at me like that.” he protested. The longer you looked at him that way, the more he could feel you pulling at his heartstrings little by little.

He tried his luck at this so called scam dart game, he wasn’t all that bad, 7 out of the 10 shots.

Jaewon went to collect his prize, upon receiving it he held it out to you, “Well it isn’t the grand prize but it’s something.”
You were gleaming with happiness as you took it from his hands “Thank you Jaewon! It’s perfect, I don’t think I could have carried that huge teddy bear any ways but this one is the perfect size.” You held the medium sized replica of the huge plush bear close in your arms and squeezed it. “Aw, it’s so soft~.”

You guys continue walking around looking for things to do, at this point the heat was really starting to get to you; you attempted to fan yourself with your hands to no avail.

“Maybe we should call it a day?” Jaewon spoke up noticing you were struggling to keep cool.

“ Trying to get rid of me already?” you said playfully.

“You caught me .”

You gasped at his answer.
“I’m kidding, calm down.”

“The heat getting to you already?”

“I’m not the one who nearly got heat stroke last year and needed an IV drip.”

“Touchè, you’re getting better with your comebacks. That was kind of a low blow.” you admitted.

“It was a joke, my bad. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll buy you ice cream on the way home and we can watch a movie at my place, your pick.”

“Throw in some popcorn and some snacks and you’ve got yourself a deal.”


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Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo

GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/

You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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One thousand nights ago, you might have been listening to Taylor Swift’s 1989 for the first time. You might have blasting “Blank Space,” learning how to sing along to “Style” and gearing up to dance along to “Shake It Off” on the inevitable 1989 tour. October 27, 2014 seems like a long time ago now — as of Sunday (July 23), it was 1000 days ago — and since the release of Swift’s fifth album, the pop superstar has stayed extremely busy.

Could we talk about her charity work, the Kanye West-Kim Kardashian West drama, the AT&T deal, the Tom Hiddleston? Of course. But let’s focus, as Taylor often does herself, on the music. As fans await Taylor Swift’s post-1989 full-length follow-up, let’s review the songs that she’s given us (or performed, or co-signed) since her last opus.


By the end of 2016, it had become clear that Taylor Swift was not going to continue her streak of releasing a full-length album every other year, as she had done from 2006 up to 1989 in 2014. Yet three weeks before the end of last year, Swift returned with her first post-1989 song: “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever,” a duet with Zayn that was part of the Fifty Shades Darker original soundtrack. Produced by Taylor’s pal Jack Antonoff and following in the success of Fifty Shades soundtrack songs like The Weeknd’s “Earned It” and Ellie Goulding’s “Love Me Like You Do,” “Forever” became Swift’s second soundtrack hit (following “Safe and Sound” from The Hunger Games) and peaked at No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. The song’s video, released last January, has a whopping 361 million YouTube views.

Swift has also spent the downtime between albums to collect a few songwriting credits: “Better Man,” Little Big Town’s latest country hit, was written by Swift… although it wasn’t revealed that the pop superstar had penned it until a few weeks after its October 2016 release. “Better Man” topped the Hot Country Songs chart, and has been performed by Swift exactly once (more on that later).

Meanwhile, Swift also sneakily co-wrote “This Is What You Came For,” Calvin Harris’ hit from last year featuring Rihanna, under the pseudonym “Nils Sjöberg.” She was eventually outed as having a hand in her ex’s Top 10 smash, and the song’s official credits now include Swift’s name. She has performed it exactly twice (more on that later).

Aside from those three songs, the big music news of Swift’s post-1989 run has been where her previous output has been available. After famously locking herself in a stalemate against Spotify and agreeing to have only Apple Music serve as her streaming host, Swift unleashed her catalog upon all streaming services — Spotify, Tidal and Amazon included — on June 9, 2017, the same day that Katy Perry just so happened to release her new album, Witness. Four of Swift’s albums, including 1989, returned to the Billboard 200 albums chart following the streaming free-for-all.


The entirety of the 1989 world tour was contained in 2015, and the 85 shows became that year’s biggest tour, taking in more than $200 million worldwide, per Billboard Boxscore. The big difference between 1989 and Swift’s previous tours, of course, was that she graduated to stadiums from arenas on her latest live run, and she’ll likely continue in that format whenever she goes back on the road. The tour was also captured in The 1989 World Tour Live, a concert film shot in Sydney and released in partnership with Apple Music in December 2015.


Ten months after her 1989 tour wrapped up, Swift decided to put on a one-off show last October at the Formula 1 U.S. Grand Prix in Austin – her only performance of 2016, and the first time she played “This Is What You Came For” herself (in a solo piano version, no less!). “As a songwriter, the most rewarding feeling in the world is writing something and then having the crowd sing it back to you because they know the words,” Swift said during the show.

Swift played the track again at a pre-Super Bowl performance in Houston earlier this year, in an event dubbed the AT&T Presents DIRECTV NOW Super Saturday Night. She also played “Better Man” and “This Is What You Came For” at the show, which has been Swift’s only performance of 2017… so far.


By now, we’ve all seen the seven music videos that came from the 1989 era. Some fun stats about them: the three biggest videos (“Shake It Off,” “Blank Space” and “Bad Blood”) have become Swift’s first to cross the 1 billion mark on YouTube, while the controversial “Wildest Dreams” clip is one of Swift’s five most-viewed videos ever at this point (“You Belong With Me,” from Fearless, rounds out that top tier). The live video for “New Romantics” was unveiled as an Apple Music exclusive, and has 66 million YouTube views to date. Joseph Kahn directed four of the videos, including “Out of the Woods,” which was filmed in New Zealand.


Essentially, Swift released 1989 in October 2014 and the accolades started pouring in almost immediately after. She was named Billboard’s Woman of the Year in 2014, and “Shake It Off” was nominated for record of the year and song of the year at the 2015 Grammys. The song didn’t take home either prize, but Swift nabbed the big one the following year, when 1989 won album of the year at the Grammys in 2016. After previously winning the award for Fearless, Swift became the first female solo performer to win multiple AOTYs at the Grammys.

The Grammy win (along with two others in 2016) was simply the crown jewel in a long list of major achievements in the past 1000 days. Swift also won Video of the Year at the MTV VMAs in 2015 for “Bad Blood,” was given the 50th Anniversary Milestone Award at the ACM Awards that year, and 1989 became only the fifth album ever to spend its entire first year in the top 10 of the Billboard 200 chart. All told, 1989 has sold 6.1 million copies one thousand days into its existence, according to Nielsen Music, and in June, the RIAA certified Swift for having moved 100 million song units, second only to Rihanna among all artists in their rankings.


It’s worth noting that, while never commercially released, the sound of Swift rapping along to Drake and Future’s “Jumpman” does exist in this fair world. In a popular Apple Music ad, Swift rhymes along with the song on a treadmill before face-planting in epic fashion; she also toasted Jimmy Eat World’s “The Middle” and The Darkness’ “I Believe In A Thing Called Love” in separate Apple ads. Consider the homages a subtle co-sign of not just the songs in question, but of Apple’s playlist curation.


The cornerstone of Swift’s post-1989 music activity may very well be the role of “hypewoman” — that is, building up her pals and supporting their music online. She’s got mad love for squad members Lorde, Haim and Selena Gomez, and former tour mate Ed Sheeran’s “Shape of You” might have very well gotten a mini-bump due to an Instagram post in its favor. The biggest revelation for casual Swifies: Taylor’s still an enormous Kings of Leon fan! “I’ve been waiting for this album for SO LONG and it’s insane, you need it in your life,” she wrote of the rock band’s WALLS. Same with the 1989 follow-up, Taylor.

(Additional reporting by Sabrina Finkelstein)

First Time With Minho (Smut Fic)

Prompt: You had been wanting to be a Runner for a while now, but Minho (your boyfriend) would never allow it. After he finally caves and let’s you be a Runner, you decide to give him the night of his life.

Bonus: Y/N calling Minho “Mean Hoe” for any reason whatsoever.

Warning: Smut

I had been in the Glade for four months now. It was a strange thought, to think I only had four months worth of memory stored in my brain. But those four months had been amazing.

It hadn’t taken me long to form friendships with the Gladers. My two best friends were easily Minho and Ben, but it didn’t take long for Minho to make his feelings for me known. It took even less time for us to get together. Yet it was mainly Minho who held me back from my dream: to be a Runner.

He knew I was fast, he knew I was smart - still, he refused. Until today.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Alby said, looking at me. I nodded, quickly following him to a more isolated part of the Glade.

“What is it, Alby? Everything’s okay, right?” My thoughts turned to the Runners, but it was still hours before the Maze shut for the day.

Alby nodded. “I’ve been talking with Minho.”


“He wants to take you out on a run tomorrow. Depending on how you do, he’ll decide if you become a Runner or not.”

I squealed loudly, filled with joy. Alby pressed his hands to his ears, but he didn’t bother trying to stop the smile that appeared on his face. Once I had finished, Alby lowered his hands back to his sides.

“I couldn’t tell. Were you excited?” Alby questioned, smiling brightly.

“You have no idea.”

For the rest of the day, I was super bubbly and couldn’t stop smiling. By the time Minho had gotten back from the Maze, I was more than ready to greet him and tell him how excited I was.

Just as Minho came into the Glade, his body covered in sweat, he stopped. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, and in that moment I rushed to his side. He smiled when he saw me.

“Hey, Y/N.” Minho stood straight, his hands on his hips. I wondered vaguely if I would be just as out of breath tomorrow, or if I would be more so.

“Hey.” I smiled and kissed Minho. He smiled into the kiss, but pulled away.

“Guessing Alby told you?”

“I’m going to be a Runner.” I announced proudly.

“Only if I say so,” Minho reminded. He wrapped an arm around my waist and we walked towards the Map Room. “I still don’t like the idea of you being out in the Maze. But shuck me if you’re not persistent.”

I couldn’t stop myself from being a tease as I sent him a smirk, whispering seductively into his ear, “If you let me be a Runner, maybe you will get shucked.”

Minho suddenly stopped, just feet away from the Map Room. “Seriously?”

“We’ll see.” I sent him a fliratatious look, gave him a wink, and then walked away from him.

“Y/N! That’s not funny! Are you being serious?”

I giggled, continuing forward.
“There’s the Glade,” I gasped out. My lungs were burning and my muscles ached. I hadn’t ran that much in… Well, I wasn’t sure. I was incredibly grateful to Minho for finally caving and letting me run.

We stopped just inside of the Glade. Minho was sweating, his breathing a lot quieter than my own ragged breaths. I was drenched, my hair sticking to my neck and face in what I was sure an unflattering way.

“You did good, Y/N,” Minho said, kissing my cheek. “You can be a Runner.”

“Great. Busy dying now.”

Minho laughed, pulling me towards the Map Room. “You can die after you finish your map. When you’re done with that, die all you want.”

“You are so mean to me.” I paused in thought. “Minho, the Mean Hoe.”
Minho smacked the back of my head. “Shuckface.”

“Ow! Bad hoe.”

We began laughing. It was nice being with Minho, not having a single problem in the world. Well, other than not knowing what was actually in the world, where we were, why were here, and -

“Don’t think so much. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Shove off.”
That night, the Gladers celebrated me becoming a new Runner. It was amazing. There was a huge bonfire, plenty of drink (Gally’s own secret recipe that was foul, yet no one could get enough of it), music, games and dancing.
As the night started to wind down, though, I suddenly remembered how I had teased Minho. It hadn’t been the first time that I hinted I’d have sex with him, but now, seeing Minho laughing with Newt and Alby, I suddenly wasn’t so sure it was just me teasing.

He looked gorgeous. Tan skin, dark hair, and his arms… Maybe I had a slight thing for his muscular arms.

Newt must have caught me staring at Minho, because he suddenly bumped Minho’s arm and nodded in my direction. Minho turned, saw me, and then a huge smile lit up his face. He jogged over to me, careful not to slosh his drink out of its cup.

“Like what you see, Y/N?” he teased.

“Yeah. This drink.” I quickly took it from him, downing a gulp to help collect my thoughts. Tonight was the night.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted. I smiled and kissed him.

“Thanks for making me a Runner.”

“Thanks for stealing my drink.” Minho took it back. I waited until he put it to his lips and began to drink before I leaned forward and whispered into his ear:

“Wanna have sex?”

I jerked back, giggling like mad as Minho started choking on his drink. His eyes found mine after he finished his coughing fit.

“Are you serious?”

I kissed him. “I love you.”

Minho’s face split into a wide smile. “I love you.”

The next thing I knew, Minho was leading me away from the others, calling out a “we’re going to bed” when Ben shouted after us. I didn’t miss the shouts of, “Go Minho!” By the way Minho only pulled me towards the Homestead faster, I knew he didn’t miss them either.

“I know you’re a Runner and all,” I said once Minho closed the door to one of the rooms in the Homestead. “But I don’t want this to be rushed.”

Minho nodded. “Never. I want to enjoy this.”

For a second, we both just stood there. And then Minho was moving towards me.

He kissed me tenderly at first, but it quickly became passionate. He lifted me up and my legs instantly went around his waist, my arms going around his neck to better hold me in place. Both of his hands were on my butt, keeping me firmly against him.

He sat me down on the bed. His eyes were dark with lust and I vaguely noticed that he had an erection.

“Take your shirt off,” I told him, tugging on the hem of his shirt. He quickly slid it off, his muscles tensing. I placed a hand on his abs, loving how they tightened and relaxed under my touch.

“I think you’re wearing too much.” His voice was deeper than usual, and it was oddly erotic. I moved to take my shirt off, but he pulled me to my feet again, stopping me. “I want to do it.”

A shiver of pleasure coursed through my body. Minho kissed his way from my mouth down to my collar bone, his hands dipping under the fabric of my shirt. A moment later, he was tugging it over my head. The second it was gone and thrown to who knows where, Minho had attached his mouth to my neck. His hands fiddled with my bra, trying to undo it.

I was just about to laugh and offer to do it myself when he bit down on a particularly soft spot. A rather loud moan escaped my lips. That damn shank smiled against my neck. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. A second later, he pulled away, tugging my bra away from me smugly.

“Took you long enough,” I commented breathlessly. We hadn’t even done much of anything yet, and I was already excited beyond belief.

“Taking it slow, remember? Or did that last moan make you forget?”



And then we were pressed together again, our mouths moving in sync. One of my hands was on his tan shoulder, the other in his dark hair. I had always loved his hair, but I was rarely allowed to mess with it. Now was an exception. One of his hands was on my hip, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his arousal pressing against me. His other hand was on my breast, gently massaging it, earning another moan from me. This one was, at least, much quieter than the other.

Both of his hands moved down my body, stopping at the waist band of my shorts. I pulled away slightly so he could see what he was doing. He made quick work of undoing the button and zipper, letting my shorts fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, kicking them and my sandles to the other side of the room, thankful I had changed out of those stupid running shoes after leaving the Map Room.

“You still have to take your shoes off,” I pointed out to Minho.
“Shuck me,” he muttered, sitting on the bed and taking off his shoes. When he was finished with those and his socks, I pushed him back down on the bed so he couldn’t get up. “Y/N?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Minho flipped me, coming to rest between my legs. He kissed me passionately, his tongue eventually making it into my mouth. After a moment, I felt it - Minho, slowly yet deliberately rubbing himself against me. I pulled away, out of breath. My face was surely red and my eyes must have been just as dark as his.
“Minho, get rid of those pants.”

At once, Minho stood up and undid his pants. He looked at me for a brief moment before letting them drop to the floor. We made direct eye contact as he slid his underwear off. I couldn’t help but let my eyes trail down his body to see his hardened member. It wasn’t overly big, but it wasn’t small - it was perfection, just like the rest of his body.

“One of us is naked.” Minho said, gesturing from his body to mine.

“And one of us is sexy,” I added. “But they’re not the same person.”

Minho let out a laugh. “We’re in the middle of a very naughty thing and you’re making jokes.”

“Until I die.” I smiled up at him. “But, you know, you can always take my pantis off whenever you want.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers dipped under the waist band of my underwear and in one swift motion, he pulled them down my legs and threw them behind his back. He stared at me just long enough to make me feel slightly self-conscious. I was just bringing my legs together when he stopped me, crawling back up my body and kissing my ear.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

His hands moved over my naked body, feeling me for the first time. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced, being with someone in such a way.

“Minho… I want you.”

Minho slid his hand down between our bodies. His fingers brushed my clit and I tensed, my body suddenly filled with a shock of pleasure. He didn’t stop there, though. Instead, he brought his fingers down to my entrance. He slid a finger into me, softly, carefully. My eyes closed at the feeling.

It felt good, but it was obvious that I had never had anything in me before. He slid another finger into me and I moaned out, one hand going to his hair and one hand resting on his bicep. He slowly moved them in and out of me. With each movement, another shockwave pulsed through me.

“M-Minho,” I moaned. He didn’t respond. Instead, he brought his lips down to my nipple and began to lick, kiss and suck the delicate flesh there. I moaned loudly, my body arching.

“Shuck me, Minho. Please. I don’t want your fingers anymore.”

Minho slid them out of me. He shifted his weight and I realized that he was lining himself up with my entrance. He looked up at me.


“For you? Always.”

Minho slid in to me, slowly stretching my walls. I groaned out in slight pain, but such pleasure that I had no memory of ever knowing before. Minho moaned, dropping his head to my neck as he eased himself the rest of the way inside of me.

“Shuck, Y/N. You’re so wet and tight.”

My legs wrapped around his waist and he managed to go a little deeper inside of me.

Slowly, Minho pulled out until just his tip was inside of me. He quickly pushed himself back into me, the both of us moaning at the feeling. The slow pace continued until it was nearly torturous.

“Faster, Minho,” I begged. “Please.”

He quickened the pace, pumping in and out of me. My nails were most likely biting into his skin by this point, but my brain couldn’t focus on that. The only thing I could focus on was the feeling of Minho above me, in me, and making those amazing noises that he made.

Suddenly, I felt one of his hands go between our bodies again. It trailed down my stomach to my womanhood. It didn’t even hesitate as it found its way to my clit, rubbing slowly at first and then gaining speed.

I screamed out his name, my body tensing around him. I could faintly hear his voice, but at this point I could no longer make sense of his words.

A strong feeling was building in the pit of my stomach as my moans increased in volume. Minho’s thrusts were faster and more wild and finally I felt it. Minho’s erection twitched inside of me, filling me with warmth as he orgasmed. It nearly sent me over the edge, but I wasn’t quite done. Minho, realizing this, quickly sped up his finger on my clit. He moved his lips to my neck and bit down on that place that he knew would make me moan out.

The feeling kept building until finally it exploded.

My body tensed, Minho’s name falling from my lips like a swear and a prayer, all in one. My body arched against his. All too soon, I came down from my orgasmic high and relaxed beneath Minho, who had pulled himself out of me. He rolled over onto his back, pulling me against his body.

“That was shucking amazing,” Minho breathed out.

I cuddeled up against his side, resting my head on his pounding heart. I didn’t have words yet, my mind still in a lustful haze from what had happened.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I smiled, cuddling up as close to Minho as I could get. “I love you, too, Minho.”

“Please tell me we can do that again.”

“Whenever you want.”

I Love It When You Moan Like That

Prompt: Can you do a mgg one about him being your best friend and you guys end up having sex. Kinda rough w dirty talk, but not rude (slut,whore,etc) I don’t know if that makes any sense haha. I love your writing :)

Word count: 2930 words

Rating: M

Warnings: Dirty talk, kind of rough

Pairing: MGG x reader

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