best thing about this is dumb show

RWBY Fan tag: Things you would do if you could write for RWBY

-Make Pyrrha a ghost who would advise Jaune on stuff.

-Have a twist were it turns out Summer isn’t actually dead.

-Have Mercury be almost invincible to the point were he pretty much beats every hero he fights.

-Do the same thing with Velvet except for the good guys.

-Make the show an ensemble cast so people would stop complaining about Jaune having too much screen time.

-Everyone calls out the authority figures for doing dumb things.

-Ironwood becomes evil and is the best villain in the show.

-Adam gets more and more pathetic the more the good guys screw with his plans for human genocide.

-Blake and Ruby actually interact (Maybe confirm Ladybug…but that’s just me.)

-Make Emerald gay for Cinder (If she isn’t already.)

-Watts gets to talk the most out of every bad guy.

I’m tagging @joker-of-gotham, @absolutelyxosmittenxo, @weissrose, @i-need-medical-attention, @theembertoyourcelica

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Baby Cakes

Originally posted by smooshywrites

repost ‘cause tumblr sucks (sometimes)

hi there! thanks a lot to anon who requested it. dear anon, you asked for reader having a mental breakdown but i just could’t write it this way so i changed a little bit, hope you like it anyway.
btw requests are open!

i know not everyone likes ff about topics like this one but y’all should give it a try

and i just wanted everyone to know that if there’s anyone who wants to talk or feels lonely or both, PLEASE DM me.

warning: suicide attempt

[Y/N] wasn’t okay. And she was completely helpless about it. She’s been lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling for 3 hours now. She didn’t even feel sad, more like empty inside.

Before that empty feeling started to eat her up she wasn’t only sad. Anger was present too.

The thing is, she’s always been a sensitive girl. She could pretend the rude comments would’t harm her but inside she knew she was hurt. She was good at not showing that though, always has been. It was the only thing she truly liked about herself. If somebody asked her she always had the same prepared answer. She would play dumb and say ‘Oh, what do I like about myself? I don’t know! I think I like my hair and long eyelashes!’ and then giggle, like a stupid school girl. It always worked, people were strangely satisfied with that answer, she never understood why and how.

[Y/N] jumped at the sound of her telephone’s ringing. It was probably her best friend Jerome. [Y/N] felt bad for not talking to him. [Y/N] wasn’t aware but the Ginger had some strong feelings for her. He would sometimes show it by little actions but [Y/N] was too blind to see it.

But really though, let’s be fucking realistic. She’s been planning to end her life for a few months now. She may be feeling bad now but when she’s dead she can’t feel bad. Jerome would find a girl good enough for him sooner or later and leave her like all of her friends did. She could’t blame them, she would avoid herself as much as she could, too.  There was the only way to do it.

Finally, she picked up the phone.

“Hello?” It was Jerome!

[Y/N] was kind of hoping she was right and that would be him, she wanted to say goodbye. Hear his voice one last time.

‘’Jerome..”

“Hiya Baby Cakes! Don’t cha been quiet with me lately? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go wit–”

“I’m so sorry Jerome!” She cut him off with a loud sob which caught him off guard.

“Doll? Wha-what’s going on?” He sounded really concerned.

Jerome almost fell off the stairs he was standing on as he heard [Y/N]’s sobs getting louder. She just could’t stop herself! He was going to ask her to go with him on a romantic killing spree, it was supposed to be a great time for both of them, kinda like a date, and then he’d brought her to a nice quiet place to talk. He wanted to confess his feelings. He felt like she really deserved to know them.

The stairs he was standing on were a fire escape from a building near hers. He wanted to knock on her door as fast as he could if she accepted his offer.

“I’m being honest. I’ve never been more honest in my life. I really am sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. Thank you for everything. You took a good care of me, and none of this is your fault. I… I love you, Jerome, I really do. Have a nice life you deserve. Goodbye forever.” When those words left her mouth, she immediately hung up.

She could’t believe it. She confessed her love for him! She knew he would never feel the same way and she wanted to end this pain fast.

[Y/N] sprinted towards her bathroom grabbing a razor blade on her way.  A picture of Jerome was on the table. She took it too. She wanted his face to be the last thing she’s going to see.

After 3 minutes her bath was already filled with hot water. Enough for her to go in. She kept her clothes on.

[Y/N]’s head was the only thing that sticked out from water. Picture of handsome looking Jerome drifted as she stared at it. She remembered the day she took it. Jerome took her to the zoo. One of the nicest day of her life.

Now as she thought about it she didn’t want to kill herself anymore.

Too bad she already cut her veins.

Now it was only a matter of time.

‘Hey, at least the song I like is on’

The walls were thin and she could hear her neighbour’s radio playing her favourite song.

And then she heard screaming outside her apartment. Her door burst wide open.

‘’[Y/N]!” It was Jerome. Her Jerome.

And then everything went black. 



[Y/N] found herself slowly waking up in a very white room. Her eyes squeezed shut for a second, it was so bright there. Looked like some sort of hospital.

She felt somebody holding her right hand gently. It was Jerome. What a relief she felt. She was alive. With Jerome by her side.

He was asleep. He looked like an angel to her. That one piece of hair resting on his forehead.

She held his hand tighter, he felt it because he started to wake up. He looked so cute and innocent, she would gaze at him her whole life if she only could.

His eyes finally met hers.

“Don’t ever do this to me again. I mean it, Sweet Cheeks.” It was one of those rare moments when he was being very serious.

[Y/N] was so glad he was calm. She knew they’re going to talk about it later when she feels better.

“I’m sorry, J. I love you.”

Her Puddin’ could only chuckle at her funny expression.

“I love you too, Baby Cakes. Now let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

Reaction Request! TMNT x Reader.

The turtles love having a mom friend.
They never really had a mother and, while Splinter was an amazing single parent, they had always wondered what it would be like. When they meet Y/N, they finally get a taste of it.

Leonardo is surprised at first.
Normally, he’s the one doing the scolding and everything, his brothers even CALL him mom sometimes.
But they first time you scold him for something, he just sort of stops, while his brothers grin at you (Raph is so happy in this moment).
He comes to like it though, basking in the motherly attention. After all, he did always wonder what having a mother must be like.

Donatello likes it automatically.
His brothers let him do what he wants with his time but when you scold him over having eaten nothing but pop tarts and cold pizza, demanding that he sit down and let you make him “some real food”, a part of him feels all…giddy.
He sits down at the table as you bustle around the kitchen, nodding as you lecture him on proper nutrition.

Raphael is just as surprised as Leo.
Not many people will get up in the turtle’s face but you seem to have no trouble doing so.
By the end of it all, he feels like a declawed kitten and simply looks away, mumbling a quiet,
“I got it, I got it.”
But by looking away, he hides his smile. In one scolding, you stole the turtle’s respect and made him feel like a goof for enjoying the whole thing.

You know which turtle wanted a mom more then anyone? Michelangelo.
He watched certain TV shows just for the mom’s he liked best, he had dreamed of it all the time as a kid. He just never told anyone. He didn’t want Splinter to feel hurt by his little wish.
But you are a dream come true, the next best thing to a mom. Even if he does seem to get scolded an awful lot (admittedly, he’ll do things on purpose just for the attention).

Bonus Materiel!

The turtles will tell on each other to you, normally for dumb little things.
“Y/N! Raph stole the remote!”
“Raphael, let your brother have a turn! He built the damn thing after all.”
“Yer such a tattletale…”

They’ll tell you about thier accomplishments just to bask in that golden glow of pride.
Donnie shows you his invention, Raph and Leo tell you about the move they FINALLY got down, and Mikey wants you to see his latest high score.

You will be called Mom from time to time, normally when you’re bossing them around, and which ever turtle you date is hence forth “Dad”.
Especially is it’s Leo. They may also be referred to as your “trophy husband”.

Letting Leo vent to you, even when it’s for something small. Sometimes the stress just gets to him and, when he needs to let it out, you’re always there to listen.
He needs it more then he will admit.

They will tell you things no one else knows. Showing you little secrets of theirs that they’ve been too scared to share before.
A good example is Michelangelo’s paintings. After your encouragement, he finally showed his family the official portrait he had painted of them.
Encouraging the turtles to love themselves and what makes them different.

Being the go to when Leo and Raph fight. Each brother rants to you separately and you go to both of them to talk about it.
Because only mom can make them stop being such stubborn jerks (when they really go at it, Donnie or Mikey will threaten to tell).

The boys playfully asking you for premission (“Y/N, can I have a snack?” or “Y/N, can we order pizza?”).

Making Donnie take breaks when he’s been working and bringing him something other then his normal junk.
When you find out that he hasn’t slept in 36 hours, he gets sent to bed immediately. One of the turtles will call you if they can’t get him to listen.

Being impressed with your purse.
Have a headache? You have Tylenol.
Got hurt? You also have a first aid kit.
Feeling hungry? You want something sweet or something salty?
Batteries are dead? What kind to do need?
Mikey once called you Mary Poppins and Donnie has jokes about “needing to study that thing”.

Turtle cuddles. They always want to cuddle after a rough day and one of them coming over lead the others over and it ends with you in the middle of a turtle pile.
Get comfy cause you’re not going anywhere.

Being able to calm Raph down when his temper gets a hold of him, stating that “you’ve dealt with scarier”. Comforting him when he feels low because of it.

Splinter thinking this whole thing is hilarious.
He laughs when you scold them or complain about thier behavior and will happily share embarrassing stories about the turtles.
Loudly. On multiple occasions.

Rainbows

This night has been incredible. One of the best concert experience of my life. I love him with all my heart, I found myself laughing at his dumb jokes like a proud mom all night. Through the screaming and the singing tho. One thing I’ll never forget about tonight. Two teenagers about 15yo ran up to me while we were waiting to get into the venue. They grabbed my shoulders screaming (i jumped ngl) and told me they appreciated me and my rainbow flag. THEY are the reason I bring my flag to these 1d and solo shows. I see you, me and my queer self see you and I love you. Thank you for making me feel at home.

anonymous asked:

Yo what if there's this dog show and the prize money is a lot of $$$$ so Liam decides to enter impulsively but realizes that he doesn't even have a dog so he has theo do a full shift and participate as his dog so they can win lmao

This is without a doubt the best thing i have ever read in my entire life. everyone else can go home. This. This is a genius.  I was thinking earlier about putting a chapter in airplanes where Theo shifts and Liam pretends he’s his dog so they can get in somewhere cheaper and was giggling at the thought of it, just Liam like “Yes..This is Fluffles.” And Theo growling at his side while Liam makes up dumb lies about how he came to get him but oh my god your idea just shamed the hell out of my idea

Liam and Theo doing a dog show. Theo just adamantly saying no until Liam mentions prize money and then Theo is just like i am the best dog you will ever have. I am perfect, my fur is soft and shiny, i am beautiful, i can do whatever trick you ask.

THEO LIKE GROWLING AT THE DOGS THAT ARE DOING WELL AND SCARING THEM INTO SCREWING UP. Dogs just refusing to go anywhere near this freaking wolf.

The judges like “Son, no, this is not a dog.” and Liam’s like “You said any breed of dog . He is a dog. We are joining.” While Theo wags his tail and tries to look as least wolf like as possible

THM NOT TELLING ANYONE THEY’RE DOING IT AND THEN LIKE..PEOPLE ARE JUST CHILLING WONDERING WHERE LIAM DISAPPEARED ONTO AND THE TVS ON IN THE BACKGROUND AND THEY SEE LIAM AND THEO THE WOLF DOING ONE OF THOSE AGILITY BITS AND THEY’RE JUST LIKE ?? 

I’m gonna golaugh until i die. Thank you so much 

The robot apocalypse has stalled. The uncanny valley proved too expansive for even hydraulic legs to hurdle, so now the machines are re-evaluating their strategy and aiming to conquer less-discerning animals, like squirrels. Spy In The Wild is a new miniseries under the PBS umbrella with a simple premise: loose a bunch of poorly taxidermied automatons into nature to see which species are dumb enough to think they’re related. That’s basically it.

The whole thing is recklessly diabolical. The narrator would have you believe that the camera eyes on these robots offer an unprecedented look into the lives of animals, but I can assure you, after watching every episode, that’s complete (wild) horse shit. This is, at best, Battlestar Galactica for ostriches, and the fact that we’re so charmed by throwing Cylons at mother nature says a lot about humanity. If you still aren’t sold on the weirdness of this show, please allow me to take you on an adventure in clumsy evil. 

Nature Documentaries Went Insane When You Weren’t Looking

hi i really want some f/f plots that have some substance but also have some smut so here are a few and like them if you’d be down because i want to do all of them at some point idk just give me one of these?

  • a duchess is jilted from the throne by a much younger princess, however, the duchess finds ways to control the power by manipulating the naive and bright-eyed princess
  • a high-school girl becomes involved with her older brother’s fiancee
  • two-step siblings who despise the mere thought of one another wind up having lots of angry hatesex behind closed doors, incited by one drunken hook-up at a party. they have to hide the conflict from their parents and sibling a’s perfect boyfriend, who sibling b becomes increasingly jealous of.
  • a dangerous and blood-lustful siren attempts to lure a girl innocently visiting her grandparents beach house on vacation down to the depths of the ocean. she doesn’t expect to fall for her first. 
  • after a heated moment alone in the locker room, the girl with a reputation as “the school slut” and the pristine cheerleader continue to hook up in secret,  but the cheerleader forces the other into secrecy because she is nervous about her reputation, however things get complicated when they start to form feelings and hang out for things other than sex
  • two best friends, one is very experienced in the realm of sex, the other is innocent and naive. the more experienced offers to be the other’s first kiss in order to “show her how”.
red carpet

requested: “Hi, can I request Y/N and Shawn walking in a red carpet and Y/N is feeling confident and constantly when posing for pictures they look at each other? Also, they’re newly weds! Have a nice day💕”

authors note: i really like this request bc most imagines that i read or even write are about a problem that y/n is having and then shawn helps her. there is absolutely nothing wrong with those kinds of imagines ( obviously, i write then sometimes) but i also like the idea of writing an imagine where nothing is wrong and there’s just tons of happiness and good vibes. anyway, hope u like this one :)

“Also, congratulations! You two just got married right? That’s awesome, pretty sure you guys are like the hottest couple going right now!” An interviewer on the red carpet of the iHeart Radio Awards Show said. There were bright flashing lights everywhere, blinding you, and you were trying hard not to trip on your dress. You were a little freaked out by it all, but you were also having the time of your life. Your boyfriend of 5 years, was now your husband, and tonight you got to walk this red carpet with him. You were incredibly nervous but also excited. You were especially excited when times like now happened, and people congratulated you and Shawn on your marriage. You felt so special to be the one that married one of the biggest names out there. He was your everything and knowing that he felt the same way enough to marry you, made your heart explode with gratitude and just pure love. You felt so lucky.

"Thank you so much!” You heard Shawn yell over the music, and other people talking. That was probably the 60th thank you he said tonight, to all those who wished you good luck on your marriage, or complimented the rings, and all that good stuff. The evening went on, and soon enough it was time to actually walk the red carpet. You didn’t like the idea of people yelling at you to pose, but you knew you’d be fine if Shawn was with you.

“Chin up, shoulders back, and make sure to keep your posture nice and tall. No slouching, especially not in that pretty dress of yours.” You remember yesterday, your best friend giving you advice on how to walk a red carpet as if she’s done it before. She was a model though, so she probably knew what she was talking about when it came to looking good. You also remembered Shawn talking to you about it, like it was no big deal; “People yell, so be prepared to be deaf by the end of the night. Also, don’t listen to anyone but me okay? If security tells you to go one way, but I’m not there yet, don’t listen to them. Stay with me, I’ll be holding onto you the whole time, I promise.” Shawn’s words echoed throughout your mind and suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts when Shawn’s hand squeezed around your waist. You were doing it. Walking the red carpet. You looked down from the lights pretending to fix your dress. The camera flashes were much brighter than you thought.

“Everything okay? You’re doing great.” Shawn whispered into your ear, and looked at you lovingly. You nodded your head, and smiled to let him know you were okay.

Eventually your eyes got used to the lights and you felt better. You felt confident actually. Your best friend, picked out the dress you were wearing, and it fit you perfectly. “Stunning.” You remember Shawn saying that to you when he very first saw the dress on you, and your best friends reaction was similar, although hers involved screaming and jumping up and down. Right now, as you did something you never thought you’d do, walk the red carpet, with the literal love of your life, you couldn’t help but smile. You looked up at Shawn and watched him wave to fans, and pose for the photographers. You probably were staring at him for a good minute before he finally looked at you and said, “What?” You didn’t know what to say so you just shrugged your shoulders.

“I love you.” He said, and leaned into you, kissing you on the head. You couldn’t wait to see that picture on the internet later tonight.

“Don’t be surprised if I decide to hang out with the paps and ask for one of their cameras, so I can take pictures of you myself. Either that, or I’ll just take some pictures they take of us and crop myself out. I gotta post your beauty somehow.” You vividly remember Shawn saying this on the way to the awards show tonight, and all you did was laugh. Now here you were, wishing you had the guts to wave around your ring and make sure the world knew you were finally married to Shawn. It was silly but that’s how you felt.

Later that night, you watched Shawn win Best Male Artist, and you cried when he talked about you in his thank you speech. The afterparty was boring, but only because you had no interest in socializing with other celebrities. Sounded crazy, but you had already met them all, and as much as you loved them, you just wanted to be cuddled in bed with your husband, watching a dumb tv show on Netflix.

“Let’s go home.” As if Shawn read your mind, he took your hand and lead you out towards his Jeep.

“Why?” Shawn usually loved these things, so you wondered why he wanted to leave so early.

“Because I’d rather spend time at home with my wife.” Shawn smiled, and grabbed your hand leading you outside.

Bad Moon Rising (Part 2)

Originally posted by deanandimpala

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, bit of angst

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…


Keep reading

Sweet Words.

-Bobby x Reader

-Wedding had always been an emotional feat for the bride and groom but strangely enough, it also brought out something in Bobby that he can no longer contain.

- Thank you so much for sending in your request. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get this out. School and work are crazy as always. I’m slowly working down my request list. Thank you for being patient. I know you were probably just expecting straight fluff but it was too short when I wrote it out. I changed it up a bit and I hope you don’t mind, just to give it a bit of extra tidbits. I felt like if i waited this long to finish it, it deserves a bit more than a 300 words drabble.



Originally posted by mvssmedia


As the shuffles of feet and settling of bodies simmered down, the string quartet heavenly strums of Canon in D faded out signaling the start of the beautiful ceremony. It was honestly the most perfect day for the start of something new. Brick red roof of the rotunda gleams under the sun’s playful rays, standing proud and tall donning streams of fluttering blush chiffon draping. A great ombre of pastel pink and white peonies weaved themselves along the pillars, competing with the red rose bushes below meandering the edges of the great field of plush green grass. Guests of all ages adorned their best outfits edging at their seats waiting to witness the wondrous moment while the groom stood still, trying his best to mask the rising gush of butterflies in his stomach.

The bride had descended down the aisle barely a heartbeat ago, arm nervously enclosed around her father’s. Her face lit up as it seemed she could only focus on one spot despite the breathtaking sight of thousands flowers quivering slightly in the breeze of the dawn of summer, bursting with life atop the pedestals lining the aisle. She sighed a breath of relief as her father passing on the honor of holding her hand through life to the nerve wrecked groom. He barely had time to dry the joyous tear shed watching his beautiful bride floated across the petals paved walkway in her beautiful white dress like the most ethereal swan. A few encouraging whispers from the bride’s father had him near sobbing again as he bowed his head in utter joy that someone had trusted him enough to give him the blessing of a lifetime.

You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the soft ebbs and flows of the intricate white French lace weaving itself along the sheer chiffon glistening under the sun. A touch of glittering stones and beadings elegantly brought the perfect amount of glamour for the finishing touches. The way the dress hangs so perfectly, accentuating the bride’s figure in the most perfect way leaves you gaping in awe. No wonder the groom had shed tears witnessing his to be wife. “You okay, baby?” The dashing gentleman in a crisp black suit and matching bowtie sitting just beside you whispered as the couple began to face the officiate.

“Yea, just admiring the scene.” You muttered, eyes glued to the beginning of infinity for your lucky friends. 

Jiwon sat back in his chair, facing forward once more as his worries simmered down. You almost feared facing him as you felt the sinking of your heart, something heavy, so heavy you weren’t sure if you could get out of this chair once the ceremony was over. For now, you chose to focus on the happy couple. 

The officiate had finished telling their love story, from the moment the bride “accidentally” ran over her groom’s foot with her bicycle, to their fights, to the moment they solidified their love with the ring but more importantly the undying love they have for each other. You smiled yet already, you could felt the creaks of your heart, twisting and fighting itself with your own love story that perhaps won’t be as undying. You bit your lips in an attempt to control your emotion as you let your gaze fell onto your laps, feeling a few tears breaching your eyes as the officiate announce that the vows will now be exchange. Your hands clutching each other tightly, knuckles white from the sheer force you were exerting to restraint yourself from running out of there. Those sweet, sweet words… You haven’t been so lucky to be on the receiving ends of those in a good while now and it hurt. 

As everyone silenced to prepare for the beginning of the graceful bride’s vow, you continued your own battle, planting your feet firmer into the grass as if your sinking heels would stop you from running.

“Not in a million years would I have thought this moment would come…” The sweet voice rang out from the large speaker. “I was never one of those that believe in love at first sight or any of that romantic crap. I’m a realistic girl, you know.” The bride glanced at the audience for support, earning a few nods from friends and family. “Then, I met this guy right here my junior year of high school. Mind you, I just got out of a horrible relationship. Men were the enemy. Yet, somehow… Somehow, this guy right here was like a magnet to my cold metal heart.” Her voice wavered as the seconds tick on and so would yours if you had to speak up then. “In fact, his magnetic pull was so strong, my bicycle got sucked his way and well as my good friend slash officiate here said, I may or may not have ran over his foot on ‘accident’.” The laughters and cheers erupted from the audience were thunderous. A few shouts of “That’s my girl”, and “I knew it” bursted out having the groom in grin. A few tear had dampen the soft fabric of your dress and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was so strange to think that you had met the wonderful man sitting next to you over six years ago. 

You barely survived high school and was thrusted into the strange world of being a semi adult in university. Your 2nd year came and gone as you sat on the floor of the waiting area by your gate, awaiting the boarding of your flight. Back against the cool glass of the giant window wall outlooking the bustling runway, your eyes fluttered close as the exciting beat of Anthem lulled your weary mind to rest. You were there, right there on the brink of sleep when a sharp pain had you cussing. A profuse string of apologies greeted your sharpening sight still drowsy from tiredness. You hadn’t realized at first, the handsome man in front of you. No, you were much too focus on the fact that he had ran your foot over with his own gigantic one while messing around with his friends.

“Son of a-…You…” was all you managed to get out before a loud gasp as the sudden realization of your eyes and brain connecting the face in front of you with the raspy voice spewing out from your headphone hit you like a freight train. 

“I… am very sorry? Wh-Why are you gaping at me like that?” He quipped rather bemused at your sudden rage dying out, kneeling with one hand on your foot, the other twisting your ankle back and forth. 

“Why is iKon’s Bobby touching my feet?” You blurted out rather nonchalantly despite your blushing cheeks and shocked eyes. He giggled at your strange comment and it was the best thing you’ve heard in weeks. 

“Why not? I literally stepped on your ankle. I should be held responsible, don’t you think? Can you stand?” His voice was laced with more worries than your dumb ex could even think of. On top of it all, that look of his face, he was so genuine about it.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ve done worse to myself… Clumsy, ya know.” You hopped up to show him just how fine you were. He chuckled a bit before waving bye, heading to the rest of the boys sitting just a few rows away from where you were. 

That night you ended up spending your sleep on the cold ground as the announcement of bad weather affecting the flight rattled through the waiting area. The groans of passenger along with apologies from the crew had you sinking with disappointment. Your summer vacation was now cut short. Then, as if God had taken a pity over your pathetic self, that addictive voice rang out once again.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for awhile…” He plopped down right next to you as if you had been BFF since 4th grade. “… You gotta stop staring at me like that.”

“Sorry…” Flustered, you tear your eyes away from his mesmerizing handsome features, fidgeting with the playlist on your phone as if it was something important.

“Oh! you’re listening to music, you were doing that earlier too. Lemme see what you’re into.” Just like that, his hand wrapped around yours pulling your phone closer to his line of sight. He chuckles impressively at a few as his slender index swipe away at the list. Muttering to himself, he only stared back up to comments on his likes and dislikes. “I’m so honored. You have Hanbin and I in the same list as Tupac, N.W.A, and all the legends.” Suddenly his eyes dipped into the cheerful crescent as he laugh heartily. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?” You shook your head in confusion.

“The staring. You gotta stop staring. I’m just a guy, not a unicorn or something.”

“What am I suppose to do. You like drop out of nowhere, step on my foot, took my phone, and make it seems like we’re best friend.” You listed and he chuckled, amused with your flustered self. “Plus, i’veneverseenacelebrityupclosebefore…letalonehimholdingmyhand…” You muttered at the speed of light as your voice slowly dimmed out to nothingness. Surely if you weren’t blushing before, you were now. All he managed to conjure up with a big laugh, clearly not relenting you any space to dig a whole and crawl down in embarrassment.

 “You speak fast enough to be feature in my next song, it’s kinda impressive…”

“Yah… stop teasing me.” Your hand  retreated from his as you use the free one to caress the spot he had been holding onto, chuckling in disbelief inwardly at the strange luck you’ve stumbled upon.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just you look cute when you get all blush-y. Hi! I’m Jiwon. Nice to meet you. Your name is?” His voice took on a cheery tone that could clear up the rain outside if he really wanted to.

“Y/n… Nice to meet you, Jiwon.”

“Y/n…” He repeated the word associated with you since even before you took your breather in this world, letting it roll around on your tongue with a soft smile. “Wanna join me and the boys? Beats sitting around on the ground by yourself.” He reached out his hand, eyes flickering toward the noisy crowd waving at you both.

“I’d love that. Thank you!”

“Not only did he not get mad but he, this freaking guy right here made sure I was alright. From that moment on I was smitten. So so so smitten in fact I promise the second we exchanged those ring, from there on out, I will admit defeat and let you hold the title of funniest person in the relationship. I promise not you make fun of you when your favorite basketball team loses… which is a lot, I won’t say what team it is. However, when the blue moon rise and they do win, I will share with you a celebratory drink.” You were in full tear now and so was she… “I promise we will grow old together, make mistakes together, and learn together.” Her voice cracked and you let out a small whimper thinking about the inevitable breakup that will forever inhibit your dream of growing old with Jiwon. 

“My love for you never needed this grand event here to be official, it always had been but I thank you for indulging me in this day I dreamt of since I was a kid. I will love you now and always.” 

She was speaking words that resonated with your own heart. You knew long before Jiwon had popped the girlfriend question that you loved him. How could you not fall in love with this lovely man. The crazy energetic rapper on stage that had girls melting for him yet with you, he was just a cutie that would move oceans for you. He gave you everything he had and everything you didn’t even ask for. You let out a sob that was lost upon the thunderous applauds of family and friends. Lost upon all but one. Unbeknown to you, Jiwon had been watching your reaction for awhile now. He knew things were less than okay between the both of you and this joyous start of his best friends could be the bitter end of his. 

Neither of you had been the same as you once were sitting on the floor at the airport that night, gushing over your interests and disinterests. Perhaps the relationship had ran it course, perhaps your love had ran out… Or perhaps you were both too exhausted to fight the inevitable. He knew the crack in the ice had been widening for awhile now but like a fool, wishful thinking and packed schedule had him pushing you off to the back burner. He knew the constant touring, the endless concerts, the never ending passion for music was unfair for you but you never once said anything. In fact, you never say anything anymore. It scared him shitless that you’re slipping out of his grip and there was nothing he could do about it. 

He felt so helpless sitting there watching you shed tears over him. You both had thought long and hard about coming to this wedding as a couple. After all, you hadn’t seen him in a week and he wasn’t sure what this encounter would do. Panic stricken the handsome face and he had to do something, anything to let him know you were still with him. So he reached out, for the first time in weeks, he reached out to you like he used to. It startled you out of your sadden day dream when the warmth from his hand began seeping into your cold dampen hands. Your head whipped up to find him already beaming at you with that smile that could comfort the devil himself. You smile, for the first time in weeks, you smiled like you used to. He found himself grinning like an idiot now, pulling your head to rest on his shoulder, hand rubbing gently on your arm. You were still crying but now, now you had your supporter to sooth your pain away. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way he’s holding you so close and neither could he, not when your hand so stealthily sneaked around his stomach and rested on his waist so intimately. 

Soon enough the day was coming to a close, drawing the party out of everyone. Slightly tipsy, the guests happily flooded the grand ballroom decked to the nines with blush and gold themed. The golden chair lined the glittery pastel pink table cloth donning the best centerpieces that reflected the flowers of the ceremony. The night went on as everyone dined away, chatting with one another about things you sure none of them would remember the next day while nursing a hangover. You stayed close to Jiwon wherever he went, although the positive twist in the knife of fate hadn’t gone much further. You were both still quiet and distant despite the hands intertwining tightly. He had given you his portion of roasted veggies and you had given him your portion of fish as always. He gotten you your favorite wine while you made sure to save him a few donuts from the dessert bar. Just like that, the night went on without a hitch but you couldn’t discern if that was good or bad. 

Mindlessly, you spent the rest of the night dancing away with your friends and he with his. Even with the group of sweaty, drunken, swaying bodies blocking each other away, your eyes were on his and his was on yours. Neither of you could really kept your eyes off of each other, wishing it was the other’s body against your own but nerve and fear like a glass wall keeping you apart. Your 3rd glass of wine had beginning to creep on you now as your head spin slightly. Parting way with your friends, you settled on your seat as you watch Jiwon skillfully moved along with the beats. As expected of your idol boyfriend, he managed to captivate the whole room with the simplest moves. 

“Since tonight we gathered to celebrate the love and new beginning of the loveliest couple here this evening, I’d like to dedicate this next songs to all the other beautiful couples in the room. No matter if you’ve been together 1 day or 40 years, this next two song are for you so get on out here and share a moment of love.” 

The MC put a temporary halt on the festivity as you watch the sweaty body shuffled off the dance floor. One by one, couples sauntered hands in hands toward the pristine white floor embossed with the bride and groom’s name. They slowly swayed as the DJ ever so delicately let the toon of John McLaughlin’s So Close  permeated the atmosphere full of love and joy. You couldn’t help but cracked a smile at the bride’s grandparents, still so in love after nearly 60 years of welcoming dawn and bidding goodbye to dusk together. How lucky must one be to find that one person to love and to hold, to share every moments together and still they look at you with such adoration as if it’s the first day. Once again you shed tears without even knowing that your own love was watching, heart aching as he approached you with an outstretch arm.

“Can I have this next dance, miss?” He spoke so gently, so lovingly that your lips curved up and hand in his without needing your brain to tell them to. A slight sheen of sweet glistened on his forehead from the fun that had his heart beating fast for the past 10 minutes. Although now, now he was sure it wasn’t the hard dancing that had his heart racing at thousand miles a second. It was you. You were just sitting there, lovely as ever with those eyes that always seemed to only see him. No matter where you were, at iKon’s biggest concert, the busy street of a Friday date night, the airport. The place didn’t matter, the time didn’t matter. All it mattered was that the second he laid eyes on you, it seemed as though you were already, had been looking at him for quite some time. 

He pulled you close to his chest, a hand resting on the small of your back, the other wiping the few tear streaking down your cheeks. He pressed a big kiss to your forehead before resting his own on yours. Although your hands on his hips, it rested rather loosely, not at all what he wanted. He knew your mind was chasing itself to exhaustion with the decisions of what will become of the two of you once the clock struck midnight and this wonderful occasion end. When his beautiful suit shaded like midnight sky and your amazing soft blue chiffon dusting with blush pink blossoms bursting with spring gown were shed, you both knew a decision had to be made.

“We should really talk about this, you know. Dragging out the inevitable just going to hurt us more…” You heard him speak but you couldn’t really registered the fact that you were laying in the same bed that absorbed so much love all these years talking about a breakup.

“Yea… Can we talk about it after the wedding? We already RSVP. It’d be rude to just not show up or whatever seeing how close we are to them.” You whispered in a broken tone, heart feeling the stab of each word.

“Uhm… I’ll see you then. We’re going over lyrics this week so I won’t be home much.”

“Okay.”

Words that Jiwon of the beginning of the relationship never thought he’d hear was ringing out in the mind of present time Jiwon. He didn’t know about you but he had already decided. He decided the second he saw you that morning with your hair messy and awkwardly crimped from the strange position you slept in. Your bare face glowed so magnificently as you dashed back and forth looking for the pair of heels he had gotten you not too long ago. You were looking mighty cute in your Pooh printed PJ shorts and his giant black t-shirt whipping up breakfast knowing he hadn’t eat a scrap of food since lunch the day before. 

“Baby, you know I love you right?” He whispered so gingerly against the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling your skin with the most delightful sensation.

“I know… I love you too… So much.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to speak in such a depressing tone. Actually, you do know why. Whatever it is that was to come next couldn’t be good judging from the way he started this conversation. You could practically felt his heart pumping gallons of blood in seconds from the thumping of his chest.

“There are so many things I want to tell you. I-I’ve never felt so strongly about something as I do now. I wanted to say all this to you when we were at the ceremony but I decided it was best not to disturb the beautiful moment.” He chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but let the confusion rising fast in your chest. “I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the heartfelt vows this morning but when I listened to those words being exchange, all I wanted to do was to pull you into my chest and kiss you till morning comes. I know, crappy cheesy right? You could cringe if you want to, I know I sound so gross right now.”

He laughed lightly again but you were serious. His smile dropped the second he met your doe eyes, lip under your teeth as if deciding on the biggest decision in human history. 

“Uhm, so… Now that I have you in my arms, I feel like I have the whole world under my control, everything is at peace.” He started out so nervously, voice cracking, breath erratic but with the flutters of his closing eyes, it was like a sudden sense of tranquil washed over him as his voice grew stable.  “I was in such a storm, baby. I didn’t know where was up and what was down but then when I walked into the apartment this morning. You were just dancing in the living room with the dog and I felt the weight of the universe lifted off my shoulders. How could something so simple captivated me in ways that even the most glamorous expensive things in the world can’t. The world just goes silent the second I’m with you.” He leaned in closer, resting his cheeks on your temple as his hand woven itself into your neatly curled locks. His free arm locked itself around your shoulder pressing you tight to his chest. You let yourself relished in the way he felt so warm against your bare skin, how he smelled like that expensive cologne you helped him picked out while vacationing in London. Yet at the same time something so him fought its way to the top, playing with your nose that was now beginning to pick up the sickening sweet scent of alcohol. 

“I love you so much and It scares me. What if one day you wake up and realize what a shitty boyfriend I am. What if one day someone better comes by and scoop you up in his arms. What if I lose you, what would I do? I was always a hopeless romance but as life get rough, love lost, I’ve long abandoned that hope of finding that permanent someone. Even after we’ve met, I was still doubting if happily ever after is really a thing. Then day by day you showed me that it’s possible if you just work for it.” 

His hand moved away from caressing your back to gingerly lifting your chin up to face him. He held that mysterious grin, that expression that had never quite been abled to decipher despite the 4 years of loving him. You barely managed to catch your breath when his lips unexpectedly found themselves on yours, caring for them so tenderly with the way he moved and how he seemed to fit you so perfectly. Suddenly the world dimmed out to black and white and you two were the only one bursting with colors. The other couples ceased to exist as yours and his soul were the only one flickering with each other on that dance floor and the music played for only you two. He broke away after a short while with a loving smile gracing your elated self.  

“You took my heart and so delicately brought it back to life with every kind words, every affectionate gesture. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see for so long that my happy end was just waiting here with you. We’re close, so close baby to making even if we got a long road to travel. I was so afraid to love again and you made it so painless to fall in love with you. I know what we have isn’t pretending or a trial. What we have is real and all I could think of is how far we’ve come. If you’re willing, I’d love for us to continue this crazy adventure of ours, to continue dreaming of a future that perhaps one day I’d have to honor of waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you let me love you till the end of time?”

You were glad the music was now at its high point as it masked the ugly sound of you choking on your own tears. You tighten your slacken arms and Jiwon just grinned in satisfaction. Oh how he loved the way you held him. You always knew how to hold him. The soft embrace paired with gentle passing of your hand on his back after a bad event. The quiet encouraging words that came with the big hug that made him felt so small after a long stressful day where the whole world appeared to be against him. The way your arm sneaked up on his tone abs in the back hug of sleepy morning as you pressed kisses onto his back with a raspy “good morning, handsome.” You somehow managed to always curled up so neatly on top of his lap as you cling onto his body when he vented about his long hours of practice, finger gently massaging through his hair to help him relax. 

Right now, he was basking the way you were squeezing him with all your might, arms like a boa constricting across his torso. The way you couldn’t decide on where to rest your hands as you move them from the small of his back to his broad shoulder then resorting to just gently gliding them up and down his back. It was like you were making sure he know just how desperate you were to hold him and that was exactly what he needed. It’s honestly still amazed him after all these year the way you just seemingly catered to his needs even without him saying much or at all. He had poured his heart out to you, leaving himself completely vulnerable to rejection and to bitter words but you replied the best way you could with your loving gaze and tight embrace.

“You don’t have to say anything right now, baby. Take your time… Think about it. I know I haven’t been good to you in awhi-”

“No, I need to.” You suddenly blurted out with all the determination in the world. “I-I would love for nothing more than to be your girl for the rest of my life. I was so fearful that you were leaving me… We’ve grew so far away and I just want to know I can hold you, kiss you any time and anywhere.”

He was smiling so brightly, so much brighter than the strobe light above dancing along to the beat of the 2nd couple song of the night. Those eyes of his crinkled into those loving crescents and lips grinning wide from cheek to cheek. He pulled you into an ebullient sway along with the vibrant beat of Nat King Cole L.O.V.E. You let out a hearty laugh as you dipped you low into a big kiss, big cheers and applauds erupted all and your and your cheeks burst into a shade rivaled with the fuchsia petals nearby.  You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You could feel the envy emanating from the single gals surrounding the dance floor, waiting for couples paradise to be over with so they could get down and perhaps find a temporary mates. Although you knew if they had the chance, any one of them would nab up Jiwon so fast you wouldn’t even know what happened and never let him go. 

“The staring. You gotta stop staring. I’m just a guy, not a unicorn or something.”

His velvety voice shook you out of your reverie, realizing somehow you had managed to walk off the dance floor. The beat had returned to the bass filled one that had everyone’s adrenaline kicking.

“Wha- How? Wait…”

“You’re so cute, baby. After all this time, you still blush in front of me like you did that first night.”

“I can’t help it. I’m in love with the most breathtaking man in this country and he’s also super talented. Did I mention he’s also freaking handsome?” You gushed and now it was his turn to feel the creep of the spreading heat on his cheeks. He resorted to pulling you close to his chest, planting kisses, and simply taking his time to revel in the fact that you were and always wholeheartedly his. 

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jiwon. Can we go home? A cuddle seems good right about now.” You let your lips connected in a flurry of pure happiness. He nodded and with his arm around your shoulders, he escorted his lady into the night with the confident he had when he first declared his love to you.

“Now that I think about it, you’ve never gave me an answer for the offer to be on my next song. I’m still impress with how fast you spoke that night.” As always, his cheeky self could never stay calm for long before continue his never ending tease fest earning him a hard slap to the chest.

“Yea… I’m gonna have to pass. My rapping days are over considering I needed to retired for a certain bunny rapper to shine. I don’t wanna overshadow him, ya know.”

“I still can’t believe I get to love you. I am never ever letting you go. EVER.”

“You act like you got a choice there, dude. Pfts, as far as I’m concern, you’re stuck.” You jabbed at his side, eliciting that distinct chuckle only your bunny rapper could produce.

“I have something else to confess… You can’t be mad though.” 

“I won’t, promise. I spent too much time away from you already.” Concern once again washed over the serenity of your happiness. You halted your steps and he mirrored your action, one foot kicking back and forth in place as if deciding on which word would be best to speak up next.

“I told you I got a courage push from our friends’ vows… Uhm, I actually got the idea for our meeting from her. Are you mad? Please don’t be mad!” Your silent gotten the better of him. He jumped back in place, hands holding onto your arms as if you’d float off with the next gush of wind if he let go. You were honestly just befuddle as to what the hell he was talking about.

“Wha-What are you talking about, baby?” You cocked your eyebrow in perplexity over the strange confession.

“Ididn’trunoveryourfootbyaccident…itwastotallyonpurpose.” He screeched out in panic and you were just amused at how cute he was being. All you could do was heaved a heavy laugh, nearly bending over in ab pain over how sweet and endearing this whole situation was. Who would’ve thought your week of isolation would transpired into something so beautiful as the speech he whispered to you so intimately, into the lovable boy pouting in front of you under the pale moonlight. “baabe, don’t laugh at me. I’m sad.”

“A little faster and you might’ve finally surpass me in the rap game.” You grabbed his large hand in his, tugging him straight into your embrace as kisses rained down on the handsome face. “I know you did it on purpose, Bobby rapper of iKon, half the MOBB duo. I saw you starin’ at me that night. I was surprised you didn’t do something more dramatic.”

“Wait, you knew this whole time???!? NO! I thought I was being clever, why didn’t you say anything.” His mind was being blown as the cloud drifted across the inky sky.

“I thought you were cute, if you hadn’t, I might’ve accidentally spill coffee on you. I was just waiting for you to fess up to it.” You added with a wink, dragging him along to the car.

“I’m so glad I met you. We’re so cute together.”

He added with a content sigh as you both walked off into the distant hand in hand, heart beating as one, and souls elated ecstatic to once again be close.

anonymous asked:

I just came across Percy Jackson, and I started reading a story of yours. Why exactly do adults write about this stuff? Isnt this supposed to be a children's series?

Because now I can write about it and drink at the same time. Duh. 

Look, anon. Buddy. The last book in the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series was published eight years ago

If a fan was anywhere above the age of 10 at the time, they’re now an adult. Gasp! (I was 19, so this doesn’t really apply to me, but the point still stands.)

Rick Riordan has since put out six more books in that PJO verse, plus five books in two other mythological series. The content isn’t stopping, so why should our interest in the series and characters stop just because we’ve crossed the magical threshold into boring adulthood? I’ll be the first to admit that elements of Riordan’s writing style are not meant for me, an adult, but overall, I continue to enjoy his books and the universe. 

Adults participating in children’s fandoms is hardly unusual. They only become an issue when boundaries with actual teens get crossed and are using their fannish interest to be predators or online bullies. 

For instance, I grew up in a children’s series book fandom. You may know it, it’s this little world-wide phenomenon called HARRY POTTER. 

Adults were always, always, always a visible part of Harry Potter fandom. They ran the forums, the fan and news sites because they had the money to host servers or buy domains or code the damn things. They wrote the best fic and drew the best art because they already had experience and skill built up. They wanked the hardest over shipwars because, well, adults fight over dumb shit just like kids.

As a pre-teen and teenager, I never got the impression that adults weren’t supposed to be in the fandom because Harry Potter’s demographic was children and pre-teens. One of the worst parts about fandom-centric tumblr is that you don’t see a lot of these old fannish efforts that are clearly and obviously run by adults any more.

Adults can enjoy shows and books aimed at children. You wouldn’t have half the good shit in whatever fandom you participate in if we didn’t.

Maid of Honor Wedding AU’s

Some random things I found saved on my computer.  Figured here was a good place to dumb them.

“Hi, yes, I know I’m in a ‘gentlemen’s club’, but my best friend is getting married and one of the groomsmen didn’t show up so I’m willing to pay anyone who’s about 6′4 and weighs 220 lbs, $200 for the night.  There’s an open bar.”


“I noticed that you have a beautiful garden and a lot of petunias.  That happens to be the exact type of flower that the florist decided not to include in the floral arrangements for my friends wedding.  How much do you want for all of yours?”


“My ex is the best man, and you’re the only other groomsman here that’s not already dating someone, please dance with me for just this one dance.  I also promise that while I did threaten to taze the best man into the next century, I had my reasons, and I’m not as he so eloquently put, a ‘ball buster’.”

Make it hurt ( Then Kiss it better)

Chapter 7  

Author’s note : i wrote 4K words of porn. i regret everything.

“So, you and Yoongi. Is this like a serious thing or-?”

I ignored him and held my hand out. 

“Pass me the butter Jimin..” 

“it’s Jimin oppa , you disrespectful brat!” Jimin muttered, grabbing the butter and passing it on nonetheless. I had stopped by at Jin’s place to tell him that he no longer had to hate me. My stepbrother had grinned and hugged me, and then told me he wouldn’t have minded either way . 

I scoffed. 

Right. 

The relief in Seokjin’s face was palpable and i realized all f a sudden that Seokjin’s insistence on me being with Yoongi had stemmed laregely from worry for me and I could appreciate that. A little. 

Now, Park Jimin on the other hand- 

“You all but called me a leech the other day! I’m still pissed. You have to earn my respect back and this time I won’t be swayed by  kalbi.” i stuck my tongue out at him. 

Jimin rolled his eyes. 

“Fine. You can rdisrespect me. I’m just happy that you’re happy. Yoongi should keep you a bit grounded.” He smiled softly and I flushed a little. 

“Well, I’m not going to change if that’s what you’re hoping,.. “ I said embarassed. 

Seokjin laughed and slung an arm over my shoulder. 

“Well, that’s not up to you is it…” He grinned. 

“what does that mean…”

“Love changes you , Min jung. Whether you want it to or not. Trust me. I know..”

He smiled fondly at Jimin. “ Before i met this kid , I wouldn’t even consider apologizing when i did something wrong, wouldn’t even consider being the first one to talk in a conversation. Jimin’s changed me in so many ways and I like the person i am now. “ He shrugged. 

“Are you telling me Yoongi will try to change me?” i said staring at him in surprise. 

“i’m telling you that you will change for Yoongi, because all your little stubborness and tantrum throwing tendencies won’t matter as much as Yoongi does. And I’m looking forward to that.” Jin laughed. 

Jimin joined him and I glared at both of them before standing up and grabbing my bag . 

“You’re both idiots!” I threw at them before slamming the door on my way out.

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“Hey, babe.”

 I squeaked when arms came around me , lips pressing against my ear . i elbowed him sharply in the ribs and Yoongi fell back. 

“Hands off.” I glared. He looked stunned.

“Are you serious…Last night you were-” 

i yelped pressing my palm into his mouth in panic. i looked around frantically but the corridors were deserted , because classes were in full swing. i had a free period and Yoongi must have too. The clock in the end of the hallway read 3.00 PM.  

“Have you no shame? What if someone hears you?!” I hissed . 

He gave me a look of fake hurt. 

“Are you ashamed of me , now?” 

i rolled my eyes. 

“No. But everytime any of these jerks see you with me they decide to assault me. Apparently if i can sleep with you, i should sleep with all of them. “ I rolled my eyes, fitting my books back in my locker. Yoongi went scarily still next to me and i blinked, turning around to see his eyes flaring red. 

oh, Christ.

“Yoongi… i didn’t…”

“Who? Who the fuck was it?! Tell me right now and i’ll..”

I wrapped both arms around him, nuzzling his neck. 

“No one. I was just making an observation. After you cracked Kris’ skull, every guy is giving me a wide berth.”

“Good. Because I will kill the next guy who touches you. “ 

I pulled back and pressed my palms to his face. 

“I hope you don’t mean yourself …“ I whispered, reaching out and threading my fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch and turned his head, pressing his lips to my wrist.

“ I wanted to take you out to dinner today. But i have a party thing to attend with my parents. Can we meet up tomorrow, instead?”

“Am i not invited to this party?” i teased him and he shrugged.

“you can come if you want… It’s mostly all of Dad’s associates and it’s a red carpet event so you’ll have to wear a really long, fitting evening gown, get your hair and make-up done, slip on twelve inch heels and-”

“Stop right there , you’re making me nauseous.” i said honestly, grimacing. He laughed. 

“i know. That’s why i didn’t even suggest it. I know it’s not your scene and since it’s important to me, i’ll just have to go by myself.” He shrugged and I didn’t think much of it afterwards.

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Later that evening, as Jieun and I walked back to the dorms, talking about some senior who had asked her out, my best friend went suddenly insane, grabbed my arm and yanked me to the side.

“What the fuck are you-?”

“Shush!!” Jieun hissed, yanking me forward and forcing me to kneel into the bushes. 

“- so you’re just going to let it go?” i could recognize Hwasa’a voice. 

“ As if! That bitch is going to regret messing with me.” 

Yuju.

I frowned. Oh, God. What fresh hell was this? 

“But Yoongi likes her…..”

“He likes her fucking scent!! That disgusting slick she drips from between her thighs.. Ew… That gross disgusting bitch, i swear to God, I can’t even fathom some  thing  like her coming anywhere near my prince! Her and her ugly face should just go to hell before she embarasses him in front of everyone!” 

I clenched my fists. 

“Wait..” jieun whispered , gripping my elbow. 

“Tonight, she’s not going to be there. “ Yuju laughed softly. “ I’m going to go remind Min Yoongi exactly why scum like that little slut don’t belong with people like us.” 

“How do you know she’s not going to be there…”

“I know Min Yoongi… “ She smiled and my blood turned to ice in my veins. “ He’s not going to bring her to a red carpet event. He knows she doesn’t fit that scene“ 

I felt my fingers begin to tremble. 

 i know it’s not your scene…..

Was that what he meant? That a girl like me didn’t belong with people like him?

“I’m going to wear my Ralph Lauren, get my hair done and just wait how he falls to the ground panting…”

And somehow that was what made me honestly furious. Her assumption that  my  Yoongi was shallow enough to go after her over a gown. 

After a second she and Hwasa began to move away and i yanked my hand out of Jieun’s hand. 

i then grudgingly told her about what Yoongi had said about not wanting me there. 

“But I know he meant it in a good way..” I said firmly, tamping down the insecurity that came with it.

“Are you stupid?” she said suddenly.

I blinked.

“Stupid…?” I glared. 

“What? You want to let your man go to a red carpet party with super models and beautiful young women ? Alone? Are you that clueless?” 

I rolled my eyes. 

Seemed i was doing that a lot these days. 

“i trust Yoongi.” i said firmly.

She scoffed.

“Yes, because just because Yoongi says so, all these pretty girls are going to leave him alone. Have you looked at the guy? He’s literally every female’s wet dream.” 

i hesitated. Jealousy wasn’t my thing but I did feel oddly angry at the thought of other women salivating over Yoongi. Maybe they would back off if they knew Yoongi was taken. Maybe they wouldn’t. 

“What do i do, then?” i said nervously, baguely hating jieun for making me feel so nervous. 

“Min Jung i’m going to be honest with you. There’s a reason Yoongi was engaged to Yuju. Her father is one the top investors in Yoongi’s Dad’s company and as his fiancee she almost always attended these parties with him. I’ll bet my bottom Won sh’es going to be there tonight. And she’s probabaly going to try and convince him that  this  is why she’s a better choice. 

“Think about it. Yoongi is going to be his father’s successor . He needs a wife he can take to parties and dinners. You can’t be selfish, especially when Yoongi is kind enough not to pressure you into it anyway.” 

I bit my lips. It was all so confusing and scary, I thought miserably. I felt like i’d have been infinitely happier if Yoongi was just a normal guy and not a  chaebol.

“You think i’m being selfish..”

“Not intentionally, no. But see… relationships…. they need work. You need to put in an equal effort. You do want to be with Yoongi right?”

I nodded. it was literally the only thing that i was sure about at this point. 

“Then you have to make an effort baby, come on. Let’s go show Yuju that maybe you don’t belong with those stuck up rich prats… but she doesn’t belong with  min yoongi…!” 

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 What the fuck are you doing here?” 

Of all the ways I’d expected Yoongi to react, this wasn’t it. 

I’d spent two hours getting ready , determined to look my best and i knew that i did. I knew that in all my eighteen years, i’d never looked this beautiful. Even jimin had been stuck dumb and the driver of the cab hadn’t been able to keep his eyes of the rear view mirror and somehow i’d been looking forward to seeing Yoongi’s reaction. 

Because it was for him.

I hadn’t earned my beauty. 

it was a gift that i’d been born with and i loved the thought of letting yoongi enjoy it but the look on his face was far from admiring.

He looked breathtaking in a black suit and a black silk shirt unbuttoned to show off his leanly muscled chest. He wore silver accesories, his hair done in a way that made him look suave and classy. 

“Yoongi…”

“I told you i’ll meet you tomorrow… Why are you here?” He hissed, hand reaching out to grip my arm, hard just above my elbow and i flinched at the pain that shot up my arm. 

Gritting my teeth, i tried tugging my hand away.

“Yoongi, i just wanted to-”

“Yoongi… Who is this?” 

He let go of me at once and i stared as a tall, beautiful woman in her early forties came into view. She did a double take.

“Wait, is this Min Jung…?” She said eagerly. I stared at her, still reeling from how irrationally angry yoongi still looked.

Yuju’s words rang in my ear. Was she right? Was he embarassed of me?

“She prettier than I imagined.. Yoongi where did you find her?!” 

the words went over my head and Yoongi was laughing, his voice vaguely upset and i could sense the anger and frustration emanating from him in waves, the omega in me feeling  distressed at the way he positively thrummed with annoyance. 

“ Let’s go in… Let’s go in….” 

Yoongi grabbed my hand and drew me close.

“Stay close to me. Don’t fucking move from my side.” 

And it was that voice. That fucking Alpha voice. My entire spine went rigid in obedience and my heart shattered in the same breath. 

 He promised… he promised that he would never use that voice on me..

As we moved to sit in the chair, i settled next to him automatically. i stared straight ahead , fighting the urge to just burst into tears. 

As the evening started, i realized that this was just the beginning. 

The first man to take the podium in the corner of the huge banquet hall was Yuju’s father.

“Ladies and gentleen it’s an honor to be here. After years of reasearch, my scientists have finally come one step closer to solving the omega problem.” 

I stiffened. 

And then the man went on to talk about all the reasons why omegas did not deserve to live. It was systematic de-humanization of omegas, his entire presentation. I stayed perfectly still, sweat breaking out all over my skin as he listed out a huge list of supposed omega characters ‘ immoral, driven only by lust, incapable of rational thought’.

“We can all agree that imprinting is nothing sort of non-consensual binding of an unwilling alpha. My own son in law, Min Yoongi got tied with some omega creature and had to break off his engagement with my daughter over it.” 

Next to me Yoongi stayed perfectly still and i clenched my fists, humiliation burning through my body like fire. 

And then he was grabbing my wrists and yanking me out of the seat. i followed him quietly, aware of the dozens of eyes on us as he dragged me out of the hall and into a corridor, past a few rooms and then into the men’s room at the end of the hallway.

He slammed the door shut behind us and turned on me. 

“This is why i told you not to come…” yoongi snarled and there was a world of anguish in his voice. 

“Do you want me to thank you, Yoongi?” i said softly, turning to him. 

He looked like he was in physical pain. 

““i’m not like them. “ He whispered, voice cracking. “ i’m still a high schooler. it’s not like i can stand up and fight him now-”

“Did i ask you too? “ I said casually. 

He blinked. 

“You’re upset. i can tell.”

“Damn right I am..!! You acted like you didn’t want an omega for a fiancee…” 

“Look at you! Jumping to conclusions as always… Let me guess … You just realized that because I’m a fucking alpha, i’ll never change and you hate alphas , so you’re going to dump me…. right?!” He shouted. 

I swallowed.

“Is that what you think of me? That I care about what those bozos think, wnough to hate you just because you’re biologically one of them?!!” 

“then why do you look so upset….”

“Because you think i should be hidden away like a dirty secret! Yoongi you keep telling me that me being an omega has nothing to dow ith why you want to be with me and I believe you! But guess what… you being an alpha doesn’t have anything to do with why i’m here….. “

“I’m here because i want to be..better because of you. You make me want to be a better person. You make me want to curb my temper. To dress well, to look dignified. To stop swearing so much… you make me want to be a better person and that’;s why i’m here , with you. And i want to be that person for you…” 

“Min jung, I was only trying to protect you from-” 

“i don’t want you to fucking protect me from this. I want you to be proud of me. I don’t want you to fight him. i want you to go introduce me to him as your fiancee. Tell him that this is the girl you’re going to marry, that yes she’s an omega but she’s so much more than that. I want you to say that this is my girl and contrary to what you think, she’s not my weakness, she’s my strength. She isn’t going to bring me down but she’s going to help me rise.” My voice stuttered. 

“Min jung… “

“i want you tell them that I make you happy . Because that’s what you do for me. “ i choked on the words.” Before I met you, i didn’t know what it meant to be happy. To… want something just because it made you feel good. i want to do that for you….”

He stared at me and then swallowed .

“Do you really doubt that? Do you really doubt how fucking happy you make me baby? “ He whispered, stepping close and pressing his palms against my cheeks. 

I looked away, heart pounding. 

His next words hit me like bullets. 

“Will you come home with me tonight?” He said softly.

I jerked , surprised.

“What?”

“i just…I want to show you…. just how happy you wake me. I want to … make love to you.. Will you let me?” 

I smiled vaguely.

“I don’t think i have a choice… you did tell me to stick to your side for the rest of the night , “ I leaned closer till my lips were right against his ears. “  Alpha” I breathed out the last word and he jerked a little in shock.

“Holy shit…” He whispered. “ Let’s leave right now.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` 

“Stay here.” He whispered casually , moving out of the room and leaving me in the same room i’d slept in last night. I fumbled with my fingers , fighting the urge to just drop it all and bolt. 

It was nerve wrecking, standing here in my 2000$ gown , well aware that Yoongi expected me to let him touch me any way he wanted on that bed. 

Virginity wasn’t really a concept with omegas because we weren’t really born with hymens. I didn’t feel particularly scared about it hurting but i was scared of a million other things.

Would something happen afterwards? Would i be suddenly, strangely changed? 

I clenched my fists as I slowly lowered myself to the bed. Yoongi had the potential to hurt me in every way a woman could be hurt and once i did this , i would be so much more vulnerable. So much more in danger .

I swallowed the dryness in my throat. 

And then nearly jumped out of my skin .

Because a thin blindfold came over my eyes just as I tried to move away. I screamed but he pressed himself against my back. The familiar warmth and scent of him immediately calmed me down and I tried to breath again.

“Shh..Shh…It’s me…” He whispered. His voice sounded a million times deeper because my vision wa cut -off. I flailed for a second but he wrapped an arm around my waist , drawing my close and burying his face in the curve of my neck, before tying the blind fold off, tightly. 

I tried not to panic.

“What are you doing, Yoongi?” I asked nervously.

“I’m helping you…. I’m going to show you that good things happen in the dark too. ”

I shivered a bit as he lifted my hair up and pinned it away with something before kissing the back of my neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh there before lightly licking and soothing the sting. Suddenly he was in front of me pulling me flush against his chest and the first touch of his lips to mine is so…different and unexpected, I died a little from the pleasure of it. I couldn’t see him and that made my sense of touch heightened. In fact every sense was heightened, from the deep raspy sound of his breathing to the way the warmth seeped from his chest to my breasts.

 He took his time, kissing me lightly, rapidly and then slowly, alternating between bites and nips and kissed and licked till my legs gave out and I was a moaning mess in his arms. And then he was guiding me to the bed, making me sit and I stumbled a bit, unsteady on my limbs.

Any fear I may have felt was gone, replaced by an odd fatal kind of curiosity. I wanted to know everything about the dark. The good , the bad, the evil.

The right . the wrong and  the sinful. I wanted to study the dark and explore it. 

And Min Yoongi with his breathtaking beauty and limitless creativity was the perfect tour guide. 

He tilted my face up with a light finger to my chin and then lightly bit my lower lip, tugging on it just a bit till my thighs began to tremble, the muscles in my lower belly contracting and heat pooling at my center, hot wet and unbearable as he lightly unzipped my dress. I couldn’t see or feel anything except the gentle tug on the fabric of my dress as he slid it off me.

He slid the fabric off my shoulders careful not to touch me at all and then lightly puIled at my shoulders, telling me to lie down. I reached for him, desperate to touch him but he grabbed both my wrists together, his grip surprisingly strong. i swallowed the whimper that bubbled up.

“I want to touch you. My treat. Can you keep your hands to yourself?” He says and his voice was deep and rough around the edges. I nodded and pulled my hand back letting them lay at my side. The sensation of lying on his bed is a familiar one but this time I can’t stop trembling, legs crossing and uncrossing. His fingers fluttered across my knee, just below my thighs and he lightly ran his fingers down to my ankles, massaging my foot . 

I squealed when something very hot and wet closed over my toe .

Before I can protest, his lips moved to the insole, kissing his way up my leg, till he reached the sensitive skin on the back of my knee. He made me fold my knees and then he lifted my leg up kissing the underside of my knees . i was trembling in earnest now.

It was too much. 

Too much. 

“Yoongi…” I blurted out, voice shaking as I reached for him blindly. But he drew back and I was lost.

“If you don’t keep your hands down, I’m tying you up.” He drawled. 

Yes, please. 

“Okay..” I whispered, sinking back into the pillows and I had no idea what I was doing. 

And then suddenly he was straddling me, ripping the dress fully off my body and swiftly unbuckling my bra. He grabbed the waist band of my panties and yanks it down till all I’m covered in is the red silk of my stockings.

“Look at you…It should be criminal for you to wear clothes…So beautiful…. You could make me beg on my knees for you, sweetheart .” he hissed when I shifted awkwardly,  causing his arousal to grind into my hips and he canted his hips forward till we were lined against each other, breath coming out in pants, grinding down between each exhale..

“ You are the most breathtaking woman on this planet , i’m sure of it.” He whispered and I was pretty sure my entire body went red at the compliment. 

“Yoongi”

White noise filled my ears as he kissed me. Slow and deep, his fingers tangling into my messy long hair, massaging my scalp. One hand slipped up my torso to the edge of my ribs and traced the skin there, moving up to brush over my breast, fingers pebbling the nipple and eliciting a yelp of pleasure from my mouth.

“Please let me touch you… ” I gasped, stunned and desperate. I wanted to touch him. To feel all that delicious expanse of skin against my fingers. 

“Luscious… Like peaches…”

I have no idea what he was talking about until the same wet heat closes over my nipples, making my arch off the bed in a bow.

“How do you feel?” he asked, eyes locked into mine as moved over me. I was cold and naked and he was fully clothed. The fabric of his shirt felt like heaven , the heat from his skin warming me so thoroughly. 

“I… I… ” I just stuttered at him, having forgotten what he’d asked. He repeated it,  this time using his fingers to flick my nipple. Pain jolted through the sensitive nub and I felt tears sting at the corner of my eyes. 

“How do you feel?  Do you feel good? ” He repeated.

What kind of a question was that, I thought crazily. My mind was sinking into a desire lazed stupor and all I could do was mumble incoherently. 

“Tell me. ” he said harshly, making me blink. 

“I feel… Great. ” I gasped as he bent low, closing his lips over my breasts. I almost shot out of the ceiling, my fingers curling on his silky soft hair as his dexterous tongue played havoc on my senses. 

His mouth closed over my nipples and he sucked and nipped at my skin till I felt myself dissolving on the inside. He lightly sucked  at the sensitive tip , and laved it with his tongue and I curled my finger on the mattress covers.  I gasps at the sensation, my body bending towards him in a silent plea of more, more, more. 

I can feel his hair brush against the the sensitive skin between my breast and I reached out to thread my fingers through his hair but stopped my self at the last moment. 

And then his lips were back, this time between my belly button and waist and he kissed his way down , down and down till he reached the edge of my stockings and then he was taking those off as well. 

Suddenly without warning the blindfold came off and he was right in front of my, so handsome , so fucking gorgeous that I couldn’t even breathe.

He kissed me  savagely, pushing me into the bed, hands roaming all over me with a possessive streak that made me want to curl and sob. He shaped my figure in his palms marking every inch of me with his touch. 

“Champagne…. Roses… Next time… ” he panted in between kitten licks to my skin. I shut my eyes, desire pooling at the core of me till I felt drenched. I gasped as his fingers closed over my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him.

“i’m going to fucking worship you baby. .” He panted, kissing his way down to my breasts, teeth closing over my nipple and tugging till I fairly mewled with pleasure.

I froze and then melted as his fingers,searched, found and then entered, so swiftly that I was choking on air, trying to get my bearings. 

“And this?” he whispered, curling his fingers and making my hips lift off the couch, “ how does this feel? ”

“Please… Oh God… ” I gasped. He pushed in, deeper, moving in and out with a wet sound that mortified me, my face burning I grabbed his shoulders, burying my face there. 

“Oh God… What? ” he was teasing me, amusement writ large on his perfect features. 

“Don’t stop… ” I cried,tears threatening. 

But he did, pulling out and swearing as I collapsed, trying to regain my senses. 

He pushed me up against the headboard of the bed .his breath coming out in pants, his fingers scratching the skin near his neck as he fumbled with his tie. I tried to help him but he swatted my hand away.

“wait !” He said hoarsely , and after a little bit of struggle he tugged it off. Only he didn’t toss it away like I expected. 

Instead he got on his knees,  grabbing my wrists, holding them behind my back , quickly tying them together to the headboard. 

“One of my fantasies .” he muttered , and I let out a strangled sound, so turned on that I was sure I was going to pass out. 

I told him as such. 

Eyes twinkling in amusement, He laughed out loud.

“In that case I need to hurry up. ” he smirked. 

 He kissed me rough and fierce and he wasn’t laughing anymore . I wanted to touch so badly. It was hot and wet, tongues sliding slick against each other, teeth bumping a bit but I can feel pleasure bubbling up from the base of my stomach.

It takes some effort but soon he is on me , naked except for his jeans and he straddled me, knees on either side of my waist, the seam of his pants pressing into my center as the he leaned down into me , his lips nibbling and biting the sensitive skin below my ear.

I blacked out for a second, when Yoongi gave me  a sultry glance before bending down and using his tongue on me. 

I keened and shuddered wanting nothing more than to slips my fingers down and bury them in the soft messy black bangs near my waist.

i could hardly gather my scattered wits, before his mouth  closed over me effectively rendering me immune to everything but the delicious heat of his tongue and the myriad sensations rushing through my body. 

She bit down on my lower lips, scared of screaming out. 

He used one hand to steady me,  the other to part my slick folds, his tongue latching on the hard nub at the crest and pulling gently till my knees buckled. 

He hooked one arm underneath my leg and threw it over his shoulder using the other  hand to cage me to the bedl and I realized how sinful the pose was, almost exhibitionist. Like I was on display, the most intimate parts of me laid bare  for his hands and tongue and lips. 

And then suddenly without warning, he latched onto my clit, suckling hard while his fingers dipped into me , curling and beckoning me to the edge . The air conditioning isn’t turned on and I’m overheated, feeling like my entire body had been tossed into a furnace but despite the heat, despite the sweat running down my face, I began seeking out the hot warmth of the mouth working on me , canting my hips and trying to get him to push his tongue in deeper. I almost wailed when his mouth left me,  as he straightened to crawl back up my body.

“Inside you. I want you to climax with me inside you .”

I nearly came hard at the words alone.

Before I could respond, he was slipping out of his clothes, his magnificent body turning my throat dry

“At first , I was surprised, when I heard that first times don’t hurt for omegas…” He grinned “ But now, I’m glad… I don’t have to be gentle…” Yoongi rasped out, moving over, covering my body with his , hands sliding down to cup my bottom , furtther down to the back of my thigh as he kneeled in between my thighs, grabbed my waist and yanked me down, sliding into me in one swift sure stroke that instantly turned my brain to mush. 

The entire world stopped as he pushed into me, slow and smooth, his progress eased by how wet and ready I was, my body opening up underneath his weight with no resistance whatsoever. He was hot and hard and heavy inside me. Too big and too much and too tight and too hard. But I felt full when he settled inside me. 

Complete. 

“Relax….Relax and I can go in deeper..” He murmured against my ears and his voice…does things to me.

“You’re too big…” I whimpered. I’m not sure I can take anymore of him. But clearly he has other ideas. He laughed at that.

“You do know how to stroke a man’s ego…” He says.“ Spread your knees a bit wider and you can take more of me…all of me…” He said hotly and I tried to maneuver myself but it wasn’t enough, nearly. Not even after he untied my wrists and pulled me lower. 

“i don’t think…” I broke off when his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple almost absently, drawing a whimper of pained pleasure from me. 

“You’re so fucking tight, hot damn…just relax babe. Relax and i can slide in deeper…” He hummed and his voice…God damn his voice….

But when I relaxed, I realized he was right, he slid in deeper and kept going and good lord just how big was he??!!

He seemed to have read my mind because he chuckled. 

“I know I’m big but no one’s ever complained…” He chuckled , pulling back out all the way and then pounding back in all the way. Yoongi started a steady rhythm that wasn’t even close to what my body wanted. I wanted it harder, faster. Forever. He snapped his hips suddenly and hit that spot that made me buckle hard, nearly dislodging him. 

“I…You’re too much…” I gasped and he kissed the corner of my mouth. 

“ You need to get used to me then…” He drawled and I curled my fingers into his back as he nudged his hips, gently, his hardness hitting that magical spot inside me and i saw stars because …wow.

Then he was pulling out, grabbing my knees and pulling them apart before grabbing a couple of pillows, lifting my hips and pushing the pillows underneath.

“What are you….”

Yoongi loomed over me , grabbed one knee and puIled it up to my chest and then slid into me quickly, without pause. The angle is enough to make mey lose control, little sobs escaping my because I can’t fucking breathe anymore. it felt a bit like he was reaching right inside  me Obscenely deep.

Then he was slipping his hand between my legs, finding the little bundle of nerves at my entrance and pressing down on it, while he bent down and licked my nipples before slamming into me fast and hard. every slam of him inside made my body contract around him.

“Wait…like this…" 

He pressed down on my lower abdomen a bit and tilted my hips up and rammed his hips in one particular angle. It makes my eyes go wide in shocked delight.

"Looks like i found the sweet spot..” He winked. 

His hardness nudges the entrance of my womb and I’m pretty certain that this, whatever he’s doing ,  breaks all the rules of normalcy. There’s no way he should be able to reach that far deep inside me. My nerves feel like they’ve been rubbed raw.

But he managed it. Every inward stroke makes his cock hit my cervix and the minute contact feels like a electric shock through my body. It’s incredible and i know i’m not going to stay conscious for long. 

my climax hit me without warning and I exploded all around him in a bright white light that swallowed my universe. Nothing existed but him and me and the overwhelming pleasure that made me blind to everything else. I tried to catch my breath and get my senses back,  but he isn’t done with me. 

He pulled out and I’m completely wasted, drained and almost unconscious, but he as turning me over, taking the pillows away and I just lay there face down, trying to get my bearings. Before I could fully regain movement in my limbs he was slipping an arm around my waist, lifting me back up. I fell back against his chest and he made me kneel in the middle of the bed. 

“Are you tired…? So soon…?” Yoongi whispered, and then he was nudging my legs apart again. I barely registered what he was doing before he slid right back into me from the back, gripping my waist as I struggled to stay upright, his hips snapping forward at a brutal pace, pistoning in and out of ma at a rate that defies physics and a second later I almost fell forward , only saved by his arms coming around me , holding me upright as he fucked into me . And yet I bent at the waist and my head hit the mattress exhausting tugging at my insides. 

His hips were strong and powerful and his stamina was unbelievable. He actually held me up and pounded into me till I exploded again and this time I’m sure my soul left my body for a second and it’s a rebirth that I’m experiencing, my mind blissfully blank and my entire body zinging with pleasure. I collapsed when he pulled out of me , sure that I’m going to be out like a light for the next twenty hours. But I heard something tearing and I realized that he was rolling on a condom. 

I whimpered in protest.

“I can’t… no..just…” I beg but he’s grinning and pushing sweaty bangs off my forehead , shaking his head.

“sure you can…come here… Get yourself together baby girl…I’m not done with you yet…" 

I moaned when he grabbed my waist and dragged my to the edge of the bed, till my legs were hanging off the edge.

I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He looked amazing, naked. Like some fallen angel , painted by a master. The magnum opus of some artistic genius. Everything about him screamed perfection and I didn’t know what he saw in me.

He knelt between my legs, gripped my thigh and using both of his thumbs to spread me open before licking a stripe up my slit. The sensation is bordering on painful because of how sensitive 
i am  after two orgasms that I start crying before I can stop myself.

He pulled back and gave me a wide mischievous smile before spreading my opening wider , licking deep inside me. I'was so wet and moist that he hads no trouble pushing his tongue in as deep as he wanted and I felt him curl the muscular organ inside me. He pulled out and then licked, again and again and again, tasting all the wet heat coming out of me in waves. 

"Please…Please…” I'm  begging him for mercy but his tongue is relentless, licking, probing and pushing into me with no restraint. He suckled my clit, tugged on it and licked it, and slipped three fingers inside me without any resistance.

I couldn’t even moan anymore, my voice  completely done for. He massaged my insides and I let out a pitiful whimper when the pad of his thumb brushed against the little patch of skin in the front. He pushed his fingers in as deep as possible while simultaneously licking my clit in quick, rapid strokes . I felt my eyes widen in disbelief when he rubs against my G-spot persistently and I know I can’t… I can’t cum again because I would…. I really would…

“I can’t Yoongi…Please don’t make me….”

“Just once, baby…Come for me…just once…” Yoongi said softly.. 

And yet it happens . He sticks his tongue inside me and rubbed his thumb against my clit and I exploded again, for the third time.  

I was too far gone to experience it .

it feels like an out of body experience more than anything else.

And before I can fully come down from my high he was standing up  between my legs, grabbing my ankles and lifting them up and up till they rest on his shoulders. He rearranges me till my ankles are crossed behind his neck. I blinked because I wasnot sure my body is even meant to twist up that way. He grabbed my waist again and then he slid back into me.

This times theree’s nothing holding him back and he pounded into me, so rapidly that I was seeing stars , galaxies the fucking milky way across the back of my eyes. His hips were merciless and I gave up trying to look or move or even breathe. 

He treated me like a ragdoll, pounding into me without pause and each push and pull is enough to set my nerves on fire. my senses are over stimulated and I’m almost catatonic.

“You’re going to come again. I can feel it.” He whispered. 

I choked out a protest.

“No..I..no…please…”

“I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted, babe. Your body’s just ready…it wants to come around my cock…” He hissed and the words are so, so dirty and wrong and so arousing that I came for the fourth time. I contracted around him in waves and he let out a guttural moan that went straight to my gut. . it was actually more pain than pleasure. He exploded inside me just a fraction of a second later and I ended up milking him through his orgasm, which was long and steady and strong. I could feel his cock inside me, taut and strong as he came, his seed spilling into the condom. He laid down on top of me fully and I buried my face in his shoulder , too stunned to contemplate what just happened.

When it was finally over and he pulled out of my, i whimpered  in disbelief.

“I’m suing you for attempted murder.” I choked out. Yoongi actually laughs. Parts of me feel like they’ve taken a beating.

I knows I can’t walk straight tomorrow. Or for a week. 

“You have lesser stamina than i thought. How’re we going to spend whole weekends making love if you get tired in less than an hour…?” He demanded, pulling me close and spooning me from the back before draping a comforter over our bodies. 

I gaped at him in disbelief.

“Weekends are fine. But …four times in one night…four times…You’re insane…And insatiable and you have superhuman stamina. I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow when I can move again. ” I shook my head tiredly. 

“The word you’re looking for is Alpha. . ” He grinned and cuddled closer. “ This is the best part about being one." 

AUTHOR’S NOTE : THIS IS JUST NORMAL SEX. iI wanted to try writing heat sex and rut sex but then I chickened out because you guys might not like it .. sorry… 

Boyfriend Series: Kageyama Tobio
  • He is the tsundere type ALL the way. Kageyama has a difficult time expressing his emotions, so reacting to an abundance of praise or affection from you is hard for him to do without blushing hard enough to become a little raspberry. He’ll put on a rougher facade because he hates the fact you can get him so riled up whenever you please, but deep down he really enjoys it.
  • He will just come over to your house and nap. That is a perfect date for him. He prefers dates where the two of you can be alone and unbothered. He’s also not very high maintenance, you can call anything you two do together a date and he will agree fully.
  • He is a cheek kisser! Kageyama gives you a little peck before school and practice, he’s a little too shy to initiate anything else in public. He will become a blushing, stuttering mess if you kiss him in front of people (much to Hinata’s amusement).
  • In private, he’s still not one to initiate affectionate unless he’s really craving for it. Other than that, he’s pretty neutral. He’ll let you just come to him when you want anything and he will gladly give it to you. Cuddling under a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer and watching YouTube videos is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. He has a weird affinity for pet care and fashion/trendy videos. He learns so much that he can blow the “Boyfriend Does My Makeup Challenge” out of the water.
  • Kags, although he may not seem like it, really does love affection. He’s just shy at receiving and giving it. He is pretty inexperienced with relationships, so he’s unsure of what to do and very concerned about messing up. He’s very awkward in public, so you will have to initiate most PDA. Keep in mind, however, he’s just not entirely comfortable with full on PDA. He doesn’t mind holding your hand or kissing you on the cheek, but he prefers to keep other things more private.
  • He will say he doesn’t want you to come to his games because “you obviously have better things to do” but he would be so flattered if you came to watch him. His teammates would  tease him about it though, getting a pretty good reaction out of the poor blueberry. If you cheered for him he’d be so embarrassed, it’s like a proud parent and “I’m fucking done” kid relationship. Afterwards, he’d be pretty tired and fall asleep on your shoulder on the way home. His teammates are all at least a little jealous that Kageyama has such a cute s/o and they don’t.
  • Kageyama really does try his best when it comes to romantic things, yet he is still a little awkward. It’s still pretty darn cute though.  He’s better at showing it through other means than outward affection- like getting you something from the vending machine when he goes, giving you volleyball tips, or asking about your day.  He tries to compliment you…its so odd but it’s cute.
  • ”Your height….is good.” “Kags what??”
  • He is weak to your dumb jokes! He really tries his best to not laugh, but he can’t hold it in for long. He isn’t really good at jokes himself (he pronounces things wrong and his delivery is off) but he’s surprisingly good at insults. He can pick people apart easily-from strangers to friends-and you’ll be laughing your ass off very quickly.
  • Late at night when it’s just him and his thoughts, he thinks about you and how lucky he is to have you. Kageyama can’t get you out of his head and can’t believe someone so sweet and perfect is dating him? He’s just so smitten and he has no idea what to do with all these feelings. He often thinks about you two’s future as well.

Originally posted by charleethegorilla

“Bones” is one of the most feminist shows I have ever seen, and yet I don’t remember anyone ever calling it “feminist show”.

It might end up being a long post but this show is so good just LISTEN.

2 out of 3 main female characters are WOC. But let’s start with Dr Brennan.

Dr Temperance Brennan. #1 forensic anthropologist in the world, literally takes no one’s bullshit. Lost her family, was in foster homes, but worked her ass off to be where she is now. She’s rich, famous, smarter than almost anyone. Aside from her job as forensic anthropologist working with the FBI, she also wrote successful books (awarded even, if I remember correctly?). When she’s not working for the FBI she helps identify victims of genocides. Temperance has a problem connecting with people, talking to people, but over the years/seasons she gets much better at creating relationships with the help of her best friend Angela, her partner (husband, later) and other people. She didn’t just wake up one day and suddenly wasn’t “socially awkward.” No. She still struggles sometimes, but it’s a part of her personality and it doesn’t make her any less of a good female character. Aside from her career, she’s also a mother. A very good one. She didn’t think she’d be, bc she’s a scientist and talking to children isn’t her forte, but her daughter looks up to her and they talk about science etc. And when her daughter said she wanted to sell cars when she grows up, Brennan and her husband were like “okay then” and bought toy cars for her! (this is so important to me, personally, bc I hated being forced to play with barbies as a kid) Brennan also speaks 6 (or 7?) languages and knows martial arts. Whenever someone says they’re honored to meet Brennan she’s like “I’m sure you are” lmao bc fuck false modesty that this society teaches girls, she knows who she is. She gives zero fucks about dumb social constructs, talks about religion, polygamy, gender roles, argues her husband that it’s nonsense that he doesn’t wanna use her money bc she clearly has a shitton more than he does, but still respects his feelings about it, and he respects her and admires her in every way. She also punched a meninist in the face.

Now, Dr Camille Saroyan. A black woman who is the head of forensics division, aka EVERYONE’S BOSS. The ultimate boss. She used to be a cop for 11 years, but now she’s a forensic pathologist at the Jeffersonian. Also a very smart woman, but unlike Brennan she has great social skills, she’s great. Has the best outfits 10/10. Pretends to be a strict boss but actually loves doing experiments at the lab. Aside from catching the killers (you know, nbd, just casual friday stuff) she’s a single mother. She adopted a child of her ex fiance who died. She proposed to her boyfriend. Cam is also religious but they don’t overdo that storyline, it’s well-written. She reads erotic novels in her free time. The reason I’m mentioning this is bc all the women’s sexualities are quite well-written. They talk freely about it, no one is called a slut, they date people etc.  And when a woman told Camille that she heard of her, Cam was like “from Booth?” and the woman said “no, from your work”.

Angela Montenegro, asian woman (mixed-race actually, her father is white and her mother is Chinese I think) she’s a forensic artist, she does facial reconstruction. She gives the victims their identities back bc she paints their faces to be able to identify them better. Angela is the heart of the Jeffersonian, she’s the actual human among all the scientists. At first she was a painter, but she needed the money so she came to the institute and then never left. She wanted to go to Paris later, but she came to love her work so she stayed. She’s Brennan’s best friend, she’s the heart while Temperance is the brains, so they’re a perfect match. That doesn’t mean that Angela isn’t smart, bc she really really is, but she’s guided by her emotions and sees deeper than just the facts. She has a degree in computer science, so she also does all the hacking for the team. There’s literally nothing that Angela can’t do. Her father is a rock star, so naturally Angela is also fabulous af. She takes photography as her hobby later on. She gives great sex tips and helps her friends get laid lmao. Speaking of sexuality, Angela is bisexual. Some would argue that it’s not really bisexual rep bc she marries a guy, but I thought it was worth mentioning that that part of her character is well-handled. Her old girlfriend comes back in early seasons and the storyline is so well-written. Some dude makes a shitty comment about her swinging both ways and Booth slams his head against the table and says “If you’re gonna hit on Angela, you should do it with a little respect.” She’s a romantic person and always sees hope in everything and is full of love and she’s just the best person, but don’t be fooled bc she’s also a badass. She also has kids in later seasons.

Aside from these main female characters, there are also so many side-characters who kick ass. Probably my favorite character in the entire show is Caroline. She’s the most badass, she’s also the funniest, she’s my fave ok I love her. She’s also a WOC, bless. And played by a woman in her 60s.

The relationships between these women are precious. They’re all supportive of each other. The conflicts between them are always professional, about work, and not about dumb things. And as much as Brennan/Booth is a very important and beautiful relationship and I love them, still, I’d say that the friendship of Brennan/Angela is probably the #1 important relationship of the show from the very start.

Anyway, Bones is very feminist and actually includes WOC, and if you’re not watching it you should, if you want to.

the signs as things my history teacher has said
  • aries: "you wanna learn about the best deaths ever?! study russian history"
  • taurus: "by the time everyone of you graduates, i expect you to have a collection of unicorns to show me"
  • gemini: "the embargo act of 1807, what a stupid decision jefferson."
  • cancer: "thomas jefferson was a very stupid president"
  • leo: "you guys should add a batarang to your robot"
  • virgo: "run me over with that damn robot one more time colin, and i'll break it"
  • libra: "podado"
  • scorpio: *talking about a dumb law* "open the damn door, im about to drop the candy"
  • sagittarius: "THOMAS JEFFERSON YOU ARE AN IDIOT"
  • capricorn: "oh my god colin's winning. step up your game savannah, c'mon."
  • aquarius: "lets all hang colin from the flag pole by his toenails. that seems fun."
  • pisces: "if donald trump becomes president im leaving america"
Skam s4 e6

I’ve been looking through the season 4 tags and while I’ve seen some really great analysis about the episodes there’s one that’s really bugging me, the one where people are complaining about how this season is not focusing enough on Sana. I find this very inaccurate because we are seeing things through the eyes of Sana and because Sana is they type of person who is loyal and cares about her friends and other people instead of being self involved (like most teenagers), people think that this means that this season isn’t about Sana. What people fail to realize is that people are different in real life than what we see on TV shows. This is the most realistic interpretation I’ve ever seen on TV of what a person with Sana’s personality and background is going through. We see how much she cares without actually showing it and I’ve rarely seen this on TV, the way its captured on screen is the true meaning of showing us instead of telling us and that to me is peak TV, I doubt any other show has come close to ever showing this level of emotion without having the actors spelling it out for the audience. 

What Sana is going through and the way she is dealing with it by lashing out and distancing herself is very realistic. Also notice how she doesn’t really say anything hurtful because this is the least acerbic I’ve ever seen her, she could have said way worse things to the girl squad and really hurt them, we all know how witty and smart she is, especially with insults, but she throws a generalized term about Russ partying and walks away without calling out Vilde infront of the other girls. Totally loved how she shoulder checked her though and how Eva noticed it because she looked at Vilde then at Sana leaving. 

People who are mad at Noora, I get it I was mad too but then I rewatched season 4 again and I know she’s pissed at Sana because she felt like Sana was always there for her, especially in s2 when she helped her out with William, so she felt betrayed that Sana out of the rest of the girls would keep something like that from her, she doesn’t know that Sana wanted to tell her as soon as she found out and Noora is hurting so she’s lashing out. This is what happens in real life. Plus she didn’t know Sana likes Yousef, she would never do something like that to her friend no matter how hurt she was. Also wtf Yousef? He knows how Sana feels about him, how could he go make out with her best friend? 

Another thing I’ve come across in the s4 tag after this last clip, people think Isak is hurt because Sana told him he’s alone? Hello? Have we all been watching the same show or? Do people have amnesia? Even told him that he feels alone and that people are alone and Isak instantly knew something was wrong and went to Even and helped him out. Isak is not hurt, he knows something is wrong with Sana and that she’s hurting. Can we give Isak some credit here? He’s not dumb and I’m sure he will help Sana out, probably with the help of Even too because Even knows what Sana is going through now to some extent.

That’s just my 2 cents on what’s going on so far, I just love this show so much and I don’t like reading negative reviews, especially when they are so off base, but hey to each their own.

tbh I have a lot of thoughts about the concept of fanservice in anime (more than is probably healthy), and just in general.

But if I had the best way to sum it up, it should be a side effect, not an end goal.

I’m definitely not against fanservice, that’d be dumb. I draw a lot of NotSafeForWork, fanservice is kinda my thing. I want to see more of it (done well). If you’re against fanservice in shows, no shade, though this discussion probably won’t resonate with you.

It just feels really jarring though when you have a scene in a show and the ultimate point of it is just to show a pantyshot or cleavage or something embarrassing happens and everything has to freeze to acknowledge it, or it exists for the sake of the male MC (self-insert).

Sometimes scenes like that might have a place, but that shouldn’t be the primary implementation of fanservice. That’s the lazy way to sell sex appeal.

It makes more sense to me when fanservice just kinda occurs and doesn’t become a focus or distraction for the characters (or viewers), or if it is a distraction it’s very fleeting.

I feel like shows like Kill la Kill and Konosuba handle it well. In KLK, fanservicey situations occur early on that seem kinda stereotypical, but after a certain point the characters largely stop acknowledging them and just kinda accept things. As a result the skimpy outfits and nudity are just kinda there, and kinda add to the absurdity of the setting. There is a TON of nudity in that show, and it becomes difficult to tell which is artistic and which is fanservice, but to be honest you kinda just stop caring and enjoy it all the same. I’d argue the fanservice actually enhances the overall ridiculous, over-the-top theming of the show.

Konosuba meanwhile doesn’t make as much of a statement about fanservice, but most of the time it’s very passive with it, despite how much gratuitous fanservice is present. There’s a few scenes where something ‘fanservicey’ is the punchline, which as I said can work. As an example, Kazuma practicing using steal and accidentally stealing someone’s panties, but aside from the theme of the scenario, those segments don’t really have a lot of sexual visual elements–they’re just outright funny. There are other scenarios as well where sexual elements are a focus, but to be honest the gags and plot contrivances usually are a lot more creative than “haha something lewd has happened and she is now embarrassed!”

In spite of scenes like that, most of the fanservice still comes more from things like character design and sometimes things like camera angles, very passive elements that are not a distraction for the plot in most cases. Most of the fanservice that goes on doesn’t exist to fluster the MC or make those around him uncomfortable, it’s just kinda there, noticeable but not acknowledged. If it is acknowledged, it’s usually not for the MC’s sake.

It’s honestly where I kinda feel Monster Musume fell short. It’s not that it had too much fanservice, more that it had the wrong kind. It’s kinda weird to complain about an ecchi anime’s fanservice (especially a harem one), but it felt like all the sexy bits were there just to fluster/cater to the protag, like it’s all for his sake (and thus, the viewers, since he’s kinda a self-insert), and outside of that there wasn’t a lot of reason for sex appeal. (A few of the bits with MON are a small exception.)

The show could still be sexy and shamelessly trashy, hell even more so, yet still improve overall by just pushing sex appeal more to the setting as a more passive element. Of course, the entire point of the show was to sell merch, so I don’t think the production cared all too much and was kinda fine sticking to formulas. 

All and all I feel this is something worth thinking about if more mature elements and media are your thing. It kinda makes me consider how to write elements or code of what I make, and how to do things more elegantly.

anonymous asked:

I'm already seeing a lot of "so the rebellion was Lyanna's fault because she didn't tell her family where she went" and let me tell you if that's the narrative the show is pushing I will personally seek out dumb&dumber and go out swinging

You know the best thing about this whole “she should have said something” argument is that IT STILL WOULDN’T HAVE WORKED. If anyone thinks for one second that Rickard, Brandon, or Robert would not expend every effort to have Lyanna, someone who is essentially their rightful property in this society, returned to them then they don’t know the characters AT ALL.

Even if Lyanna sent out a message to the whole world saying “hey I’m not kidnapped, I haven’t been raped, I’m fine, I chose this”, it would not stop any of those men from attempting to retrieve her. As Rickard’s daughter, she’s considered his property. As Brandon’s sister, she’s considered his property. As Robert’s betrothed, she’s considered his (future) property. If Rhaegar played a part in spiriting away someone who does not belong to him, then he’ll get what’s coming to him regardless of circumstance.

anonymous asked:

I also think that part of the disappointment and confusion is the fact that she did drag her private life out into the public herself. She literally promoted her boyfriend, who we didn't know of in the first place, with words she doesn't even promote her own stuff with. It was absolutely over the top and that was the first time I felt really played like a dumb puppy. If her private life is so sacred to her, I feel like she made all the wrong choices in that matter. What do you think?

I still don’t understand this first tweet about this show being the best thing to happen in our lives. It was so genuine and yet she couldn’t be more wrong. I can’t believe she did that when the name Peter Morgan was still totally unknown in the fandom. She promoted his show more than some of her own projects, that’s what mislead me and others and made me thought it was only a professional relationship. Turns out she has mastered the art of sending contradictory messages and I’m taking all of them the wrong way, apparently 🤷🏽‍♀️