and that's whats most important

Harry & the Ryman.

I haven’t seen anyone mention this yet, so I will. 

At the beginning of the show, Harry said he basically planned and booked this tour for the purpose of playing the Ryman. He’s been to Nashville to perform now 3 times (March 2012, June 2013 and August 2014) and he’s played the biggest venues in town each time (Bridgestone Arena twice and Nissan Stadium once) and his comment last night meant a lot to me as 1) a Nashvillian who treasures the absolute hell out of that place and 2) a fan who has followed him the last 5 years and seen this meteoric rise he’s been on, but Harry still displayed such reverence for this 2,300 seat venue that used to be a church and community gathering place. 

To see him wave that flag again in that place was special to me and countless others, but I think it might have been particularly poignant for him, too. 

Part of me is like “Jean Valjean is the main character of Les Miserables and that’s very important and maybe the miniseries will remind people of that” and part of me is like “listen. I literally only care about Les Amis and would watch six hours just of Enjolras and Grantaire sitting in the same room doing nothing” so I’m a little conflicted

I can relate to akira so much in this pic, it shall now be my aesthetic ( ಥ_ಥ)
For anyone interested , this is drawn by artist : Ron/Fuente , Lovechro on Twitter who made a doujinshi/fanbook of an AU where Minato is a singer and Akira is his #1 fan
It was made before the dancing games are announced btw

yes but can we talk about Hiram’s violet head because it’s really important to me

he tells the gold head that he prefers to be called violet, not purple


but that’s not all


reason #87 why I’d rather live in Night Vale than here


I finally finished making my engineer character, she’s an ocean jasper named Cherry and she’s got a shield. She doesn’t really fight much though.

I’m really relieved to have a final design and reference sheet for her cuz for some reason I had more trouble with her design than any of the other crew members >.>’

anonymous asked:

lol, I've just seen a Sheith shipper saying that Keith and Lance's relationship is fully developed and Sheith is going to be canon because Josh talked about how Shiro is important to Keith (cough cough "SHIRO YOU'RE LIKE A BROTHER TO ME"cough cough). I'm laughing so much right now.

they always on their bullshit

Imagine Woozi (and Seventeen) bringing you out for dinner to celebrate one of your major accomplishment.

ALDNT Extras: Rafael

Available on Ao3

Magnus ignores the sound of footsteps.

He ignores the creak of the floorboards in the living room.

He ignores the faint glow of light that comes in under the bedroom door.

He ignores the generic sounds of movement. The opening and closing of cupboards. The quiet beep of the buttons on the oven. Fridge door, drawers, things being moved around. The quiet sounds of movement in the kitchen.

Magnus ignores all of it. There’s nothing unusual so far.

Well, it’s admittedly a little strange to hear someone messing about in the kitchen in the middle of the night. But there’s hardly anything nefarious about it. It’s no cause to worry.

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Given straight to Paul Scholes - what about that! What about that! 

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 6. [BTS x Reader fic]

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE

Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

      But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

A/N: Thank you so much for your continued messages, likes, and reblogs of this story! I am back from the weekend away, and I was so touched when I came back to all your notifications! I absolutely love hearing from you all <3 and it means so much to me that you all take the time to read this ^_^ I hope you continue to enjoy ~

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

Originally posted by mc511

         Jimin groaned as he lay on the bed, still feeling the bass on his skin along with your lingering touches. He thought that with this last time the desire for you and your body, your expert ways of pleasing him would dissipate, but it had the completely opposite effect. Now you were ingrained even more into him.

           Had it been the effect of the blindfold? The fact that he felt everything so crisply still, like you remained in the room with him instead of running after Kim Taehyung, the person who had your heart. Why had you so easily walked out of the room when he couldn’t force himself out of this bed?

           Suddenly, his phone rang beside him and as soon as he saw your picture on his caller ID, he sat up hurriedly. Had something happened? He picked up without hesitation.

           "Hey.“ he stated breathlessly.

           "Jimin.” You stated seriously and his heart dropped. Had she found out? Had Tae dumped her?

           "Yes?“ he softly questioned.

           "You’re not busy are you?” You asked hesitantly and he chuckled.

           "Never when you call.“

           You laughed. "Okay so I did what you suggested …and I slept with Maroon mask.”

           "And?“ Jimin held his breath, hoping it was every bit as wonderful as it was for him.

           You took a deep breath that increased his nerves.

           "Oh my goodness, Chims! Wow. It was AMAZING. Like our sexual chemistry was OFF THE CHARTS. Like it wasn’t awkward and no one was leading…it just kinda flowed and you know how like sex can be kinda strange if there are two subs or two doms but like…we just…fit.”

           He grinned widely at hearing her compliments, “Well that’s how sex works. Something has to fit somewhere.”

           You rolled your eyes. “You suck. You know what I mean! Like we’re usually always leading and that gets tiring and routine you know?”

           "Yeah I know the feeling.“ He gently smiled as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.

           "Are you out? Did I interrupt?” You heard the noises in the background and him shuffling around.

           "No we’re done, don’t worry.“

           "Ohohoho.” You cackled. “How was she?”

           Jimin chuckled. “Fantastic. Where are you right now? Need me to pick you up?”

           "Oh no.“ You laughed. "I’m at Tae’s apartment. There’s a second part to my story.”

           "What is it?“

           "Well Tae said he’s fine if I see both him and Maroon mask.”

           Jimin accidentally ran his toe into the bed in surprise at your comment.

           "Fuck.“ He hissed then stammered belatedly. "What??!”

           "RIGHT?“ you gasped. "That was MY reaction!”

           "This guy is too perfect. What is he?“ Jimin snorted.

           "I know.” You cooed.

           Jimin stayed silent for a few seconds before asking. “So what’re you going to do?”

           You exhaled. “I dunno Jimin. How he’s handling this just shows me Tae is a great choice. I mean he invited me to sleep over tonight after I literally knocked on his door as a wreck and confessed I slept with someone else. Like I didn’t think anyone would ever treat me like this. It feels…wonderful. I feel so safe. And I really don’t want to mess this up.”

           Jimin nodded. “That’s great. I’m glad he took it well.”

           "But I also wonder if Maroon mask is really out of my system…“ You hummed hesitantly. "It’s all still fresh so I’m not sure.”

           "You know…“ Jimin trailed off. "Maroon won’t give you the relationship you want, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

           You laughed, “I know. I just might really need to get it out of my system like you said, you know? It’s like shaking off old habits or something. But who knows, maybe this last time did the trick.”

           "Well, good luck with that.“ he chuckled.

           "Thanks Chims.” You smiled happily. “You’re the only who knows about this. I think Hobi would have a field day. He and Silver are really super into Tae being the one for me so if they hear that I– well– jeopardized it, they wouldn’t let me live.”

           "Yeah…let’s just keep this between us. The coupled people won’t understand us like we understand each other.“ Jimin snorted.

           Hoseok would literally murder him if he found out they had slept together… again. And he feared that his best friend would just lose all restraint and tell Silver and Y/N his identity.

           "I’m glad we met Jimin.” You laughed. “And we just totally did not ruin our friendship by being another random person we slept with.”

           Jimin started sweating and laughed nervously, “Yeah…” then paused, wondering. “So would you have slept with me in college if the stars aligned?”

           "Mmm I don’t know…you just didn’t SCREAM bad boy until I got to know you well enough already.“ You laughed. "I actually thought you’d be a romantic.”

           Jimin blinked, hearing your initial impression of him for the first time. “Oh really? Why?”

           "I don’t know, you were just cute and so friendly to everyone. You literally did all the gentlemanly things– opening car doors, compliments, etc. But now I know its cause u had ulterior motives.“

           Jimin giggled. "You thought I was cute?”

           "THATS what you heard? Really?“

           "It’s the most important detail!”

           You chuckled, “Oh! Tae’s out of the shower. Thanks for answering. I’ll see you at the Club.”

           "Mhm.“ Jimin hummed as you ended the call.

           "Was that Jimin?” Tae smiled as he walked over to you, freshly showered, in just his boxers.

           You blushed and nodded. “Yeah. I just told him I was over here. Who knows if he’ll come to my house drunk out of his mind again?”

           Tae kissed you sweetly. “You look adorable in my clothes.”

           You giggled as you flailed in his baggy t-shirt and long sweatpants. “They’re comfy!”

           "You know what would be comfier?“ he wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he crawled on top of you.

           "What?” You smirked.

           His hands traveled under your shirt as he kissed you and you felt yourself shiver in anticipation.

           "If you had no clothes too.“ he grinned.

           "Well that can be arranged.” You smiled as you raised your arms up, in which he easily pulled his shirt off of you, the cold air hitting your nipples.

           "Mmm perfect.“ he hummed as he began massaging your breasts.

           He had never been this forward before and you were literally melting under his touch. He left butterfly kisses all over your torso, worshipping every inch of your skin and you thought your heart was going to explode. You could tell he genuinely liked and cared for you.

           "Tae.” You whispered as you stared down at him draw circles on your hip.

           "Hm?“ he hummed as he embraced you warmly.

           "No one’s ever treated me like this.” You admitted.

           He smiled, “I’m going to from now on. Does it make you feel uncomfortable?”

           You shook your head. “It’s definitely different. But I think I like it.”

           Tae giggled as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “Good. I like it too.”

           You yawned and he pressed his lips onto your temple. “You must be tired. Get some rest.”

           You nodded and buried yourself into his comfortable chest as he traced your bare back softly. In no time, you had fallen asleep in his arms with a content smile on your face.

           And for once, you had no dreams of Maroon mask.

           Everything seemed to return to normal after that. You went back to work immensely giddy and smitten with Kim Taehyung. He also seemed to be putting of an effort to take you out on dates often and holding your hand, kissing you– anything to keep you close. He brought up Maroon Mask every so often, wondering when you were going to see that guy again, but you always answered that you weren’t sure; in all honesty, without the dreams, you didn’t feel the need to see him. Taehyung would smile happily and kiss you.

           You were getting used to moving slowly and progressing into commitment. Although, it was still a bit of a challenge, not having sex as often as you’d like, you found that simply being in Tae’s embrace and cuddling with him felt just as satisfying as when you two would make love. You still could not believe the way Taehyung would look at you – like he was seeing the gift he had been asking for all year. He caressed your hands preciously when it was in his. And when you two hadn’t seen each other, he would shower you with kisses like a slobbering puppy.

           Since it was your first resemblance of a relationship, you were still awkward with initiating small acts of skin ship, and you learned that he wasn’t assertive or needy when it came to initiating sex. It was usually you being proactive and he would either go with the mood or turn it into a cuddle session. But it was simply a work in progress, learning about each other. He was always around, and you spent all your spare time together. It was absolutely perfect.

           On his last night before going to visit his family for the holidays, it was pouring.

           You both had talked about it and while he wanted to bring you along, you both agreed that it would be too soon, especially since neither of you had been thinking about labeling whatever was happening between you two.

           "Next year.“ he giggled and it made you blush. Did that mean he wanted you to be his girlfriend by next year?

           That night, you two had gone out with your Burlesque co-workers and played a bunch of drinking games, which resulted in you and Tae stumbling outside in the downpour in nothing but your button-up shirts and pants. But you two were warm from the alcohol, so you laughed side-by-side, holding hands, letting the freezing droplets dampen your clothing and soak your skin.

           You didn’t want to dwell on it, but it made you sad he wasn’t going to be around. You were just getting used to his constant presence. He had literally inserted himself into every day and every moment of your life for the past few weeks. Part of you believed, it was his subtle way of trying to push out Maroon mask from your mind, and it really worked. Your mind had been filled with only thoughts of him, which might’ve not been so healthy, but isn’t that what happens when you’re super into someone? You become crazy over them?

           You were taken from your thoughts when you bumped into his chest, not noticing he had stopped in front and was looming over you. Glancing up, you noticed that he was glistening. His hair was swept to the side from the rain and the precipitation made its way down his skin sensually, making you jealous that it was touching him like that, when you weren’t. Then he reached out and followed the path of a droplet from your neck, down to your cleavage, giving you chills as you felt heat shoot straight down to your core.

           Your black bra was now seen through your white button up, but you didn’t care, since you were with him. In fact, you wanted him to stare at you. You wanted him to want you, to crave you, to need you. In the middle of the sidewalk, with his eyes on you, staring longingly, you began unbuttoning your shirt.

           He gripped your hand to stop you and crashed his lips onto yours. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped on him. Passionately, you two locked lips and luckily, you were right in front of his apartment so you two stumbled easily inside. Both of you were soaked, your clothes and hair sticking onto your skin. You were shivering, but you were also warm from the lust growing inside you.

           He sat you down on his kitchen table and your fingers flew to unbutton his shirt, spreading your hands out onto his chest immediately. He tugged your pants off as he sucked on your neck, both of you gasping, and trying to press your cold bodies onto each other for any sort of relief. You gripped the table as he traveled down your body licking the remnants of the rain from your skin. His hot breath heating you up and making you moan.

           He pulled you to the edge of the table as he knelt in front your clothed center and your breathing shallowed expectantly. You had wanted him to work you for weeks now, but had always been too hesitant to voice your need. Your heart raced as he flicked his tongue onto your underwear and you groaned at the long-awaited contact.

           You had been so patient that you could probably have cum with three licks of his sinful tongue, but you knew you had to prolong this blessed moment, so you tried not to focus on the way he was kissing your need tenderly and languidly. You wanted nothing more than for him to eat you out like he had been starved for days, but you knew he liked taking things slow, which drove you to the brink of insanity.

           He stroked you with a finger, still over your panties, and the fabric added friction to the touch.

           "Tae.” You cried needily.

           He smiled, understanding your call. You panted as he hooked your panties to the side a bit, exposing you slightly. Tauntingly, he stuck his tongue out and licked you. You bucked forward, needing more.

           "Please, Tae.“ You begged and he began stroking you enthusiastically over your panties. You were so wet that the fabric was sticking to you and you could feel his fingers distinctly toying your clit. He moved up and kissed you.

           Impatiently, you grabbed his hand and stuck it inside your underwear. He giggled and followed your movements as you guided his hands into you, pushing his finger inside you.

           "Another finger, Tae.” You demanded and he obliged, stretching you out.

           He covered your nipples with his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue out as he pushed into you.

           "I need you in me. Now.“ You stated softly, trying not to sound commanding and harsh.

           He hummed and finally pulled your underwear off.

           "Are you okay? It won’t hurt?” he worried.

           You shook your head as you helped him line up to your core, tightly gripping the table so much that your knuckles were turning white. Slowly, he pushed his length into you and you both exhaled into the feeling.

           "Please move.“ You whined and he gently rocked his hips forward as he peppered your neck with kisses.

           He caressed your sides and found your ticklish spot so you ended up bursting out in to laughter. You glanced at him, embarrassed, but he was grinning at you playfully. He cupped your face lovingly and kissed you as he filled you up. You rolled your body into him, smiling into the kiss. Then you pressed your torso onto his, holding onto his neck tightly.

           "On the floor.” You breathed. “I can’t move much on this table.”

           "Sure.“ he giggled and lifted you, stumbling to figure out how to put you down while he was still inside you.

           You both laughed at his confusion.

           "Pull out.” You instructed and he put you back on the table and did so.

           You slid off the table and lay on the floor, spreading your legs in front of him, beckoning him over with your finger.

           "Are you sure you don’t want to do this on the bed…?“ he questioned hesitantly.

           "Come here and fuck me Kim Taehyung.” You hissed and you could tell he was a bit alarmed at your language, but he grinned, walking over to you.

           He pulled your hips up and bucked back inside you. You screamed at the feeling of a new position.

           "Tae. Oh my god. Yes.“

           He squeezed your thighs as he rocked into you at a steady pace, watching you writhe on the floor as you played with your own nipples to stimulate yourself even further.

           "Y/N.” he groaned with that deep baritone voice of his and it shot into your heat, sending you close to your edge.

           "Tae, I’m close.“ You winced.

           "Me too.” he exhaled and pulled out hurriedly, pumping himself, trying not to lose the momentum.

           You on the other hand, replaced his cock with three of your fingers. You both watched each other pleasuring yourselves hungrily. He began cumming on your stomach and the very sight of him, moaning your name as he erupted, had you reach your climax as well. You both panted in the middle of his kitchen floor, naked; your bodies glistening with a mix of rain and sweat.

           "That was great.“ Tae chuckled as he kissed you. "Let me clean you up.”

           "Mhm.“ You heaved and watched him, leave.

           You didn’t have the heart to say that you wanted more, so you stayed silent and closed your eyes, waiting for him to come and pick you up from the floor. There would be more time to learn and discuss each other’s preferences, though you were a bit nervous to share your skill set with him. It was still too early for it.

           To your surprise, he didn’t place you into his bed, but dipped you inside a warm, prepared tub. Your body melted into the refreshing water comfortably. It smelled like him and it made you smile. He kissed your forehead.

           "Relax and come out when you’re ready.” he whispered.

           "You don’t want to join me?“ You questioned cutely.

           He chuckled and kissed you again. "I totally would love to, but I still haven’t packed. Ugh.”

           You laughed, “This is why I told you to do it early. Now look what you’re missing out on.”

           He grinned and pinched your nose, “I know. But you were such a distraction all the other times too.”  

           "Woops.“ You fluttered your eyes flirtatiously.

           He snorted and stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door gently to give you some privacy. You exhaled and relaxed into the water, trying to quell your sadness of spending the holidays away from him. He would only be gone for a week. What could possibly change in a week?

           Y/N: What’re you doing?

           Jimin pushed his glasses up and glanced over at his phone curiously.

           "Wow, look who decided to pop up.” he hummed as he saw your name on his phone for the first time in weeks.

           Jimin: I’m doing work. Want to get everything done so I could get plastered by my lonesome on the holidays. All those lonely girls who don’t want to spend Christmas alone are waiting for me ;)

           Y/N: Oh ok.

           He hummed again, knowing something was off. You would usually crack a remark about him being a man hoe or a sleaze bag for his comment, but your reply was curt.

           Jimin: Everything okay?

           Y/N: Yeah

           Jimin: You’re a terrible liar. Where’s your boy wonder Tae?

           Y/N: He went home to spend the holidays with his family :(

           Jimin: Aww poor Y/N. Now you get to spend Christmas like how you’ve always spent it! Alone!

           Y/N: You’re an asshole.

           Jimin: There’s my girl!

           Y/N: I hate you.

           Jimin: So what do I owe this privilege? You haven’t texted me since you’ve solidified your pact of love with your perfect match.

           Y/N: Can we stop making it sound cheesy?

           Jimin: If you’re just using me a means to fill your loneliness, I would be highly offended.

           Y/N: No, you asshole. I’m sick and I wanted you to fucking make me your healing soup, but you’re being a dick so I don’t even want you here anymore.

           Jimin chuckled.

           Jimin: Okay then.

           You pouted angrily and chucked your phone next to you, irritated. Of course, what had you expected from Jimin? You had forgotten how infuriating he could be. Your head was pounding and it felt like a filled garbage truck was pressed on top of you. Every move of your body was a work out, and you were so congested that you weren’t sure how badly you smelled, since you had rubbed every sort of ointment that you could find onto your nose, neck, and chest, in hopes of finding relief.

           Maybe running out into the freezing rain in nothing but a bra and a thin button up shirt in the middle of winter wasn’t the BEST idea. But you had hoped the sex and the bath afterwards had pacified your body. Yet here you were feeling like death, but you had no one to turn to except for your insanely annoying, inconsistent play boy of a best friend.

           Then you wondered if he was really mad that you hadn’t talked to him for weeks. Although you worked together, he hardly came by anymore to your desk, but then again, you were always preoccupied with your phone that you wouldn’t have noticed if he did.

           Maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend lately.

           Okay, you might’ve deserved that snub.

           You exhaled and shut your eyes. Maybe you’d feel well enough to cook something yourself after getting some more sleep.

           The medicine kicked in and you fell into darkness.

           After replying to you, Jimin had packed to stay over for a couple of days and went to the grocery store to shop for ingredients. He was a horrible cook, but for some reason, you took a liking to the soup he had attempted to make when you had gotten sick back in college. Hoseok, the best cook out of you three, was away with his family for spring break and Jimin was at his wits end, not knowing what to do to help a sick person. But here he was years later, well equipped and knowledgeable on how to take care of you.

           He punched in your pass code and put the groceries on your counter. Carefully, he tiptoed to your room where he found you sleeping quite comfortably. Your mouth was hanging open and one leg was hanging off the edge of the bed. One of your arms was raised above your head and your hair was disheveled. You were lying in a pile of crumpled tissues and there were all sorts of medicine and ointments on your bedside table. Amused, Jimin grabbed a towel and ran it under cold water. Waltzing over, he gently placed it on your forehead and you hissed.


           He giggled as your brow furrowed at the icy feeling then you relaxed and fell back asleep. Pushing your leg back onto the bed, he tucked you in so you were a tiny blanket burrito, to help you sweat out your sickness. Then he scurried back to the kitchen to start making you a meal.

           You were awoken by the sounds of pots and pans clanging. Groggily, you reached for your forehead, wondering what was on it. You realized it was a wet towel and then you became aware that you were rolled up in your blanket. Smiling, you automatically knew that Jimin had come despite his coyness. You sat up and wrapped yourself in your blanket, dragging it behind you as you made your way to the kitchen.

           "Hey.” You croaked out.

           "Hey.“ he greeted casually.

           "Thanks for coming.” You smiled sleepily as you sat at the kitchen table to watch him.

           He chuckled. “You don’t need to watch me. Go lay on the couch.”

           "Mmm…“ You hummed as you observed him moving around your kitchen, grateful for his presence. You spotted his laptop open on the other side of the table and you knew he had stopped doing important work for the office to take care of you. "Sorry, I know you’re so busy this time of year.”

           He laughed, “It’s okay. My subordinates understood when I told them my girlfriend had a fever so I needed to take an hour or so to tend to her.”

           You snorted, almost forgetting about that whole ploy. “Will you ever tell them we broke up?”

           Jimin smiled, “Probably once you get better.”

           "Okay, good.“ You shut your eyes until you felt Jimin shake you and place a bowl down in front of you.

           "Eat up and then take your medicine again.” he instructed.

           You nodded, a bit dazed. Your head was throbbing still, and it felt like it could fall off at any time from its heaviness. But you slowly grabbed the spoon and let the soothing heat of the soup spread throughout your body. It enveloped you with comfort and you felt your senses clear up temporarily. You smiled contently as Jimin eyed your reaction from behind his laptop. He relaxed as he spotted you eating it as eagerly as you could in your weakened state, and he returned to typing. Once you were done, he cleaned up your plate and stared at you.

           "So do you want a bath or do you just want to relax on the couch?“

           "Do I smell?” You questioned honestly.

           Jimin leaned down and sniffed you. “Yeah, a bit. Kinda like my grandma or that woman who lives by me who sells herbs.”

           You scrunched your nose at his candidness. “Fine, I’ll bathe.”

           He laughed and scooped you up easily. You eased into his arms as he walked you into your room.

           "Okay, grab your clothes.“

           You made your way around the room sluggishly while he prepared your bath. He came back afterwards to make sure you weren’t stumbling or passed out.

           "Don’t look.” You hid your undergarments inside your sweater and fleece pajamas.

           He grinned, happy that you were conscious enough of him to finally wear a bra in his presence.

           "Your bath is ready and I already put two towels in there. Make sure you dry your hair before you leave too, okay?“

           "Yes mom.” You rolled your eyes and he shook his head as he made his way back to the living room.

           You dipped yourself inside the tub with a sigh of relief. Smiling, you noticed that Jimin had placed his speakers at the corner of the tub so you could listen to music. You reached for your phone and played some soothing songs as you sunk further into the water.

           When you stepped out, feeling rejuvenated, you heard Jimin talking seriously.

           "No. This isn’t what we agreed to do. No. You need to fix it. I’ll buy us more time by talking to the higher ups, but you need to smooth things out between the clients. This is a big venture. We can’t afford to lose this or do a half-hearted job, okay? No, don’t apologize. Do what you can to placate them and compromise. Yep. Uh-huh.“

           He was talking into his blue tooth headset when you peeked into the living room curiously. It seemed he ended the call and went to another one.

           "Hello good afternoon. I’m sorry to disturb you. This is Mr. Park –yes I’m one of the CEO’s of the branch–” he laughed amiably as he took a seat on the couch. “Yes, yes. Thank you for the kind words. I was calling because I had noticed a few discrepancies in the documents that I wanted to address. I took note of them on file. Do you mind if I send them to you for review? We would like to smooth these details out before speaking further about a merger. Oh yes, of course. Thank you. It was a pleasure speaking with you to. I’ll send it to you and your secretary immediately. Oh no! I’m sure it was just human error. There’s no one to blame. It’s important what we do now, forward. Yes, have a good holiday as well. Good bye.”

           He sighed and took his glasses off, stretching out his arms as you stared at him secretly from your hallway. He shut his laptop and leaned his head back onto the couch. You smiled and scurried to him, plopping yourself horizontally on his lap. He flinched at the sudden attack and chuckled.

           "Geezus. For a sick person, you’re a ninja.“

           "I feel loads better.” You beamed. “My head still hurts but I don’t feel as heavy.”

           "Maybe you should work out.“ he teased as he poked your stomach, and you pinched his arm in retaliation.

           You rested your head comfortably on his thigh, as he glanced down at you.

           "What do you want to do?” he asked.

           You hummed then smirked. “Want to stalk old college people on Facebook, Mr. Park?”

           He cracked up, “Sure I’m down.”

           You whipped out your phone and connected it to your TV. Unconsciously, Jimin began playing with your hair while you recounted your history with certain college acquiantances. He would add in a few details he remembered from the last time you had mentioned the story.

           "Oh the tall guy that had a motorcycle, right?“


           "Damn, I remember that guy at the party. You two were going at it!“

           You laughed at each other as you recalled your past ventures and all the people you each had slept with or rejected to sleep with.

           "Why didn’t you sleep with her? She was hott!” You commented as you got to another Facebook page.

           "Oh I couldn’t because she’s friends with Hoseok’s sister, and that’s just no…“

           "What? It’s not like you’re sleeping with his sister.”

           "Yeah, that’s just–“ Jimin shivered. "Hoseok told me she had a foot fetish and I’m just…that’s where I draw the line.”

           You burst into laughter and raised your leg up. “What’s wrong with feet, huh?”

           "Please Y/N.“ he pushed your leg down and shook his head. "I don’t mind them but the thought of someone licking it just makes my dick soft.”

           Your laughter continued to echo around the apartment as Jimin humorously recounted the parties where you blacked out and how Hoseok had a conniption when you hacked all over his favorite green sweater, but you couldn’t remember a thing the next day. But after the excitement, you were soon lulled to sleep by his gentle strokes through your hair. He massaged your scalp, hoping to ease your headache a bit. You nuzzled into his thigh and fell into a deep sleep.

           When you woke up, it was dark and you were frightened. You never slept into the dark so you scramble to turn on your light and found that no one was next to you. Frantically, you hurried to the living room to find Jimin sprawled out onto the couch, snoring lightly. You relaxed and nudged him. He opened his eyes slightly.


           "Move over.” You frowned. “You know I don’t like the dark.”

           He chuckled as he made room for you on the inside of the couch. “Sorry, I fell asleep too, and I didn’t get to plug in your night light.”

           "It’s okay.“ You squeezed into the space next to him as he was already asleep again. You covered both of you in your large blanket and rested your forehead into his chest, needing to feel someone close to ease your fears and vulnerability.

           In a few days, thankfully right before Christmas, you were finally back to your old self. You skipped around your house feeling lighter than ever, vowing never to take your health for granted. Jimin laughed, having been there for you the countless days you were whining constantly, and bossing him around.

           Although you got into many arguments because of your attitude, he was there for you. He dragged you out of bed when you complained that you felt weak and didn’t want to. He didn’t baby you the whole time, which pissed you off, but he did take care of you in other ways. And every night, you climbed into the couch with him because you didn’t like being alone when you weren’t feeling well. And he let you; although he was always half asleep whenever you asked, so you weren’t sure if he really knew what he was nodding to.

           "Well it looks like I’m not needed here anymore.” he laughed.

           You smiled, gratefully. “I owe you Chims.”

           He shook his head as he threw his bag over his shoulder. “Nah. I’ve been here drunk too many times. I still owe you.”

           "You sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?“

           He ruffled your hair. "It’s a girls’ dinner. I’m pretty sure I don’t have a vagina.”

           "Always so vulgar.“ You shook your head disapprovingly.

           "Plus I need to get ready for my own Christmas festivities.” he winked and you both laughed. “Have a good Christmas, Y/N! Tell Tae for me too.”

           "You too, Jimin.“

           You both smiled and stared at each other for a bit longer than you should’ve, but it seemed weird parting after spending days together.

           "Reminds you of college, huh?” You chuckled as you scratched your head.

           Jimin nodded, “I’ll still be around. Text me once in awhile, bubs. I don’t like being neglected.”

           "Sorry. I’ve been such a bad friend lately.“

           Jimin shook his head. "It’s alright. I’m sure you’re working hard at trying to be someone you’re not.”

           "What?“ You raised an eyebrow.

           "I meant in terms of a girlfriend figure.” Jimin explained. “You’ve never been a legit one so it’s foreign to you.”

           You nodded, realizing he meant no offense. “Thanks for understanding.”

           "I made some food for you in the fridge too. Still take your medicine for two more days, so your fever doesn’t come back.“ he instructed.

           "I know, I know.” you shoved him to the door. “Go, Jimin. I’m not a child.”

           He cackled, “You sure have been acting like one.”

           You smacked his back and he waved as he disappeared through the door. Smiling, you watched him walk to his car through your peephole. You turned around and felt a wave of loneliness as you waltzed through your empty apartment.

           As if on cue, your phone buzzed and you curiously peeked over. You beamed as a message from Taehyung arrived.

           Tae-Tae: Sorry! I warned you it’s hard to find wi-fi around here T_T Jimin messaged me that you had a fever and that he didn’t want to step on toes but he was taking care of you in my absence. Are you okay?! How’re you feeling? I’m so sorry I’m not there!

           You smiled, thankful to Jimin, and your heart raced giddily at finally hearing from Tae. You hurriedly typed into your phone to recount your past few days of imminent death.

           Then the dreams returned.

           You would wake up, sweating from need. It had been so realistic. You felt Maroon mask’s fingers lingering on your body in the middle of the night and you fought hard not to pleasure yourself to the thought of him.

           The dreams were sometimes a detailed recollection of the night when you had truly given yourself to him, unfiltered and unbarred. Other times, it was new. You two were trying new positions and new techniques that you had only ever tried on a few of the guys you had slept with. Your innate needs and desires were reawakened. You had tried to suppress and keep them dormant when you were with Tae, knowing that there was plenty of time to work towards telling him how you liked things.

           You needed spice and adventure. From the weeks of simply sweet love making and the past few days of being sick, your body was yelling at you for a release.

           Y/N: Holy fuck. I need Tae to come back right now.

           Jimin: LOL shouldn’t you be sending this to him?

           Y/N: I’m sexually frustrated, Jimin. WHAT DO I DO?

           Jimin: Um I rarely have that issue but I usually just do what I need to do to relieve it?

           You exhaled, how did you know he was going to say that? I mean, he was right. You heard Tae’s voice flitting inside your head:

           “Try me and this Maroon guy out, Y/N.”

           It was tempting you, taunting you, until you finally gave in. Maybe it wasn’t completely out of your system. You just were trying to resist that part of you because you wanted so much to make things work with Taehyung. But he had given you permission to explore right? You needed to have one long night of guiltless, passionate sex with this Maroon mask and officially close off that chapter in your life. Yes, you needed full-on closure.

           Your heart raced as you scrambled off your bed. Again, you weren’t even sure if he was going to be there today, especially because it was New Year’s Eve. But maybe he WOULD be there BECAUSE it was New Year’s Eve?

           Jimin hummed at the bar happily, back at the Masquerade Ball. He had frequented this venue throughout the holiday season, dressing up according to their different themes, and he had been getting pretty lucky. Everybody was quite in the holiday spirit, which meant everyone was more eager to get laid.

           Well how could he refuse? It was the season for giving after all. And he had A LOT to give these ladies.

           He smirked as he downed another shot and then his stomach dropped. He spotted you making your way down the stairs in a silk, short white dress. The straps did nothing to hide your bra-less torso because there was a gaping hole that showed off your chest. The silk straps covered only part of your breasts and were tied off in a neat bow around your neck. He spun around frantically, his heart racing. What were you doing here? What was he going to do about you being here? He had been sleeping around, trying to forget the gnawing need to bang you again, yet here you were dangling the bait out in front of him.

           Jimin, she might not even be here for you. Get a hold of yourself.

           He coughed and turned back around, posing arrogantly once again. Your lips curled up excitedly as you noticed him in his usual spot. You ran your fingers through your hair seductively as you locked eyes with him and he gulped. Then something inside him clicked, remembering he was behind the safety of the mask, and Taehyung had given you his blessings to try Maroon at your pleasure.

           He smirked as you approached. “What happened to your boy toy?”

           "He said I should try out my options.“ You hissed as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and kissing him square in the mouth, knocking the breath out of him. He hands snaked its way to your hips to keep you on him as you two heard the hoots and hollers of the crowd at getting a free show. Maroon’s hands traveled up your thighs and froze when he realized it. You smirked into the kiss when you knew he noticed.

           "Figured I’d help you out by going commando.” You whispered into his ear and started working on his neck.

           "What to do? I don’t have a room for us today.“ Maroon smirked as he grinded into your bare center. You moaned and bit his bottom lip hungrily.

           "I can do you right here if you don’t care.” You stated.

           Maroon felt his insides lurch with enflamed desire. “Fuck, you’re hott.”

           He stuck his tongue inside your mouth and you moaned into the kiss, needing him in any means possible.

           "But for today, I want to see you all for myself.“ Maroon grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside hurriedly. He mentally thanked his lucky stars that he brought one of his cars that you hadn’t seen yet. Pushing you against the car door, he kissed you senselessly as he pinned your arms to the window so you couldn’t taunt him with your dangerous hands. But you rolled your body into his, full of desire and he groaned.

           "In the car, now.” he commanded and opened the door. You climbed obediently inside on all fours, well aware that your short skirt did not to hide your ass.

           "Fuck.“ Maroon hissed as he combed his hands through his hair. "You are going to be the end of me.”

           You smirked as you wiggled your ass for him temptingly. “Are you going to make me wait in the car by myself all day? I even prepped myself to the thought of you before I came here.”

           "Shit.“ Jimin breathed, trying to calm his raging testosterone down.

           "Come here and fuck me.” You demanded and his body followed, though his mind was still scolding him.

           He smacked your ass and you felt electricity run throughout your body at the sting. “You’re such a little slut.”

           "I am.“ You batted your eyes flirtatiously as you turned and crawled to him, happy that his back seat was spacious. "What’re you going to do about it?”

           "Well don’t I have to punish you?“ he smirked as he hooked his finger under your chin, leaning over to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. You didn’t want that, you wanted him rough and raw, but you knew this was going to be your punishment. He was going to be slow, not that you would let him have things his way anyway. He sucked at your neck tenderly as he felt your entire body; the thin fabric of your dress did nothing to hide your erect nipples so he easily thumbed them.

           Eagerly, you unzipped and threw his pants and boxers off as he continued to tease you. You were going to lunge your head onto his hard dick but he stopped you with a big smirk.

           "Nuh-uh, baby girl.” he scolded. “I’m not done with you.”

           You glared at him as he chuckled. He pushed you down onto your back, and once again, pinned your arms over your head. Then he latched his mouth onto your clothed breasts, flicking his tongue out as you whined. He rubbed his dick against your center tauntingly. You wanted him inside you so much that you felt yourself throbbing. With as much strength as you could muster, you tried to free your hands from his grip but he was much stronger than you.

           He smirked as he bit your lower lip. “How badly do you want me?”

           You stared at him through lidded eyes. “Probably as bad as you want me right now.”

           He hummed at your answer happily. With one hand, he pulled out the blindfold in his pocket and you scoffed.

           "That trick again.“

           He shook his head. "Think outside the box, sweetie. This isn’t just a blindfold.”

           You inhaled as you realized what he was going to do. Squirming, you tried once again to get your arms out of his hold, but to no avail. He tied your wrists together and whispered into your ear.

           "You know the safety word, I presume.“

           You nodded in anticipation, and he smiled. Then you gasped as he traveled down in front of your wetness and blew into it. It sent chills throughout your body and you wanted to beg for him so much, but you knew that that would prolong your punishment.

           He teased you, pressing kisses everywhere on your thigh and your abdomen, avoiding that one place you really needed him to take care off. You groaned and rubbed our legs together, praying that it would provide you some needed friction. He smirked and pulled your thighs apart.

           "Nice try, love.”

           You whimpered and he unexpectedly lunged forward licking a strip upwards into you.

           "FUCK.“ You screamed at the long-awaited contact. You struggled with the ties on your wrist, wanting nothing but to grab his face and push him into you.

           He sucked at your clit as you squirmed at his slow actions. Playfully, he pushed his tongue into you and back out. You were a panting mess at this point. You hadn’t been touched in what felt like a long time and you were deprived. You needed to be completely fucked up.

           "What do you want baby girl?” he smirked.

           "Your dick.“ You answered without hesitation.

           "Where do you want it?”

           "In my mouth.“ You breathed and he stared at you, not expecting the answer. You smirked, knowing that it turned him on even more.

           He lay on his back as he helped you sit up and enthusiastically, your hands still tied, you captured his entire length inside your mouth.

           "Shit.” he groaned, not expecting your eagerness to take him all in. You smiled, glad to have a chance to turn the tables and make him beg for you this time. He bucked up into your mouth as you expertly swirled your tongue across the one spot you knew had him writhing from last time.

           "Fuck. Right there.“

           You continued flicking your tongue there, first languidly then hurriedly. He sat up and pushed you back into the car door, knocking the wind out of you as he began roughly handling your breasts. Sneakily, you grinded your wetness into his thigh and he shut your legs using both of his knees to prevent you from doing anything like that. You were completely at his mercy. You were finally out of options.

           "Please.” You moaned. “Please.”

           "Please what?“ he breathed.

           "Please just fuck me.”

           "Where do you want me?“

           "Inside.” You begged.

           Maroon smirked as positioned you onto his lap, lining you up with his cock.

           "Ride me, baby girl.“

           You groaned as you pressed yourself down onto him.

           "Fuck, you’re so tight.” he breathed.

           You looped your tied arms around his neck and pulled him into your breasts needily. Immediately, he began suck and licking your nipples as you rolled into him. Your body was on fire from the immense pleasure he was giving you. He gripped your hip and began pumping into you quickly, both of you reaching your climax soon.

           "Wait.“ You froze. "Condom.”

           "Right.“ he breathed. "Your purse?”


           He found it and was about to put it on himself when you shook your head. He raised an eyebrow.

           "Put it in my mouth.”


           "Do it.”

           "Um okay…“

           He did so and you ducked down pushing it into his length. The sight of it made him harder and you smirked playfully.

           "Well that was hott.”

           "I know.“ You chuckled and sparing no time, pushed back into him.


           You both heaved, returning back to the heated momentum, quickly climbing back to your climaxes. He slapped your ass hard once again and you moaned.

           "Off.“ he patted your hip.

           "What?” You breathed.

           "Off and on your knees. Ass up.“ he ordered.

           You shivered excitedly and hurriedly obeyed. He positioned himself behind you and exhaled before pushing into you.

           "Holy Fuck.” You whined at the new wave of pleasure and he groaned, cupping your breasts with one hand while the other steadied your hip.

           "Good?“ he breathed.

           You nodded and he began rocking into you slowly as you winced at the mix of pain and pleasure. In this new position, he gave your ass a few light slaps as he thrust into you, and you pushed back into him, getting deeper him into you. In no time, you were cumming and moaning. With a few more penetrations inside you and the sound of your pleasure-filled voice, his hips stuttered clumsily as he rode out his orgasm. He pulled out and discarded the condom into his garbage can. You both were panting heavily.

           "Round two?” you teased.

           He chuckled as he sat down, trying to catch his breath. “Give me a minute or two and I’ll be back in the game.”

           You laughed and outstretched your arms. “Can you at least untie me?”

           "Oh right. Sorry.“ He pulled the fabric and kissed your wrists tenderly.

           Your heart flipped at the gentle action. Then he grinned up at you.

           "I can’t say I’m surprised at your preferences.”

           "Really?“ You tilted your head. "Most people would never guess.”

           "I could tell right away.“

           With your hands finally free, you reached out and touched his face, tracing his body as if to remind yourself that this wasn’t one of your dreams anymore. He pressed your palm into his face and you smiled at each other.

           "I’ve never met someone like you, Maroon.” You beamed.


           "Never.” You breathed.

           For split second, your voice flitted through Jimin’s mind: “Have you ever wondered what it felt like to have sex with the added emotional connection?”  

           He stared at you for a bit and wondered if that was why it was so different for him. Shaking his head, he disregarded those thoughts as you continued to marvel at his fit body. He chuckled.

           "Can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?“

           You smiled. "I’m trying to think.”


           "Whether you’re strong enough to do some crazy things I’ve wanted to try.”

           His interest was piqued and he smirked.

           "Try me.“

           And you were soon back at it again, tangling your bodies around each other, trying something different for a second time…and a third time…aaand a fourth time. Soon, you were both limply lying on his backseat, exhausted but immensely satisfied and content. You lay on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as he tried to calm himself down from his last orgasm.

           "Fuck. Your stamina is fantastic.” he was amazed.

           "You’re not so bad yourself.“ You hummed happily, feeling completely at peace. "So this is the part when I usually peace out and leave, but I am insanely tired and my legs feel like jelly.”

           Maroon laughed and wrapped his arms around you. “I totally understand. I would dip too but I’m afraid I won’t be able to drive properly with you on top of me.”

           You smiled as you nuzzled your head into his chest, which felt oddly comfortable and familiar. But your exhaustion got the best of you and your eyes began drooping slowly, as Maroon began drawing circles against your back while he hummed a sweet tune.

           "You sing well.“ You mumbled before succumbing to your slumber.

           Jimin exhaled and closed his eyes. This had to be the last time you two did this. Maroon mask needed to disappear. He was afraid of both of you getting in too deep, and there was just so much he didn’t know, so much he didn’t want to know.

           Pushing his profound thoughts to the side once again, he tightened his embrace around you and fell asleep. Everything could wait until tomorrow.

           The sun beamed through his tinted windows and it woke you up gently. You felt alive. You could feel yourself practically glowing in his arms. Even though he was a stranger, Maroon mask just seemed to understand you without words. Was it because there were no feelings that it was easier to be completely yourself? While you restrained yourself around Tae in the bedroom, you were completely candid with Maroon. Was it because you had no attachment to Maroon mask? Or was it because he was similar to you sexually that you felt so open about your preferences?

           You giggled gently as you remembered the random things you both had tried last night. It wasn’t perfect. It was pretty clumsy like all attempts, but he was careful and reliable. He listened to you well but also knew just when to be demanding and dominant.

           You exhaled and glanced up to finally take a proper look at his features. You two had always been meeting in the dark and dim lighting so you could never completely study him. Now that you were in daylight, you wanted to check him out clearly.

           But your heart raced when your eyes darted to familiar looking moles on his neck and collarbone. You panicked even more when your gaze fell on familiarly shaped lips. It couldn’t be…your mind had to be playing tricks on you. You shook your head frantically.

            It wasn’t. It couldn’t. It WOULDN’T. IT CAN’T BE.

           Cautiously and nervously, you reached out for his mask and lifted it up, praying your recognition was off. You gasped and fell back, your hand covering your mouth as you stared at his face in horror.

           "Oh. My. God.”

           Sleeping peacefully in front of you, in all his naked glory, was none other than your best friend, Park Jimin.


now that the full chapter is out, lets talk about how bad this writing is.

all this time we were led to believe larcade was the child of mavis and zeref, but after all this time it turns out august was the child and larcade just another demon. but the thing is, why?

why is this a twist we should care for? how is their child being a different person gonna affect us? we know either way zeref is probably gonna be as big as an asshole as usual, so what difference does this make? and the most important thing: whats the payoff?

thats the thing: there is no payoff, which is what has plagued the writing.

all these fake deaths amount to nothing as no development is gained. most people is fairy tail already value life that much- at least, life they deem valuable. zeref is explaining that larcade is just another demon in front of natsu; you would think there would be a reason. if natsu actually thought larcade was his son, whether it be true or not, that would have a bigger affect and may even spark something in natsu (not only would in his mind larcade be zerefs son, but a comrade). wanna know why this amounts to nothing? natsu has fought these demons before. in tartaros, there was basically killing intent against the demon gates. so why is this happening? why should the characters care- why should we care?

other things of note:

  • with how mashima drew baby erza and how august somehow survived a lonely childhood, its safe to say mashima knows nothing about kids & how to write them.
  • look how quick august fell. just because there was some unfamiliar magic, unless we are to believe that cana & gildarts are stronger than all of the seis & jellal.
  • “but mavis is a grown woman” if precht is so smart how the fuck is he not questioning how a 13 yr olds body got pregnant and does not go through any life threatening conditions as a direct cause of it? pedophilia zervis discourse aside, this doesnt make sense, and mashima so far has been largely hinting at mavis being pregnant. the way evolution has made pregnancy is fucking awful on adults, imagine someone who not only has a small body, but is in puberty. even if you try to say she couldve been an “early bloomer”, i was one as well, and im almost 16 and still going through puberty. puberty takes a long time to get through. shes still in it.
    • also, its as if mashima KNEW implying a child had sex & was impregnated was bad so put the “shes a grown woman” line in to make him feel better about his awful ideas. sorry my dude, its still fucking gross.
  • precht left a baby all by itself and isnt this when he was still considered a good guy? if you consider killing the baby wouldnt you wanna closely raise it to make sure its on the right path due to its power? i would say prechts a fucking idiot, but due to everything in this wriitng, its safer to say mashimas the idiot.

Imagine Woozi reassuring you that you look great in your choice of outfit after you expressing how you don’t quite like the way you look in it.