but i really needed this after yesterday


5.7.17  ♡  31/100 days of productivity

Prom yesterday was boring can I like get a refund for everything I spent on for it. After prom with my friends was really fun though so that makes up for it. And now I need to study again for all my AP exams this week. One more week until senior year is pretty much over! On another note, I’ve been switching between my agenda and two journals because I’m a mess.

Post-Depressive-Episode Bath Spell

A cleansing, purifying, and uplifting spell for the turning point after a depressive episode or I suppose any difficult period of time, when you want to distance yourself from past suffering and invite joy back in. **

you will need:
~ 6-8 handfuls of salt
~ 3-8 drops of eucalyptis oil
~ 8-12 drops of tea tree oil
~ 20-25 drops of sweet orange oil
~ 2-3 drops from a peaceful body of water like a lake, lagoon, or bay (optional)

~ pour salt onto the bottom of the tub in the shape of this bindrune (a combination of Dagaz/Daybreak and Wunjo/Joy):

You can also draw this bindrune on your wrist for some extra oomph if you like.

~ drop the essential oil into the salt: eucalyptus in the center, tea tree on the outmost corners, and sweet orange along the lines of the middle X, then put the drops of lagoon water in your right palm and sprinkle it over the bindrune

~ run the bathwater nice and hot but not scalding - now is the time to light candles or incense if you like, or any other beginning-of-spell rituals you may have.  maybe put on your favorite music, tv show, or audio book, whatever will make you happy and relaxed during the soaking-in portion of the spell

~ once the salt bindrune is submerged and the tub is about halfway full, stir the salt into the waters with your right hand while focusing on joy and relief and fresh beginnings

~ climb on in and soak for 20-40min.  let go, relax, let yourself really feel happy again after all those days in darkness

It’s always better in my experience to do bath spells right before bed or when you have a chance to nap afterward bc hot salt water can really take it out of ya.  sleep is restorative, too, so embrace it as the after-effects of the spell

Also, you can sub in any citrus-y oil or even zest or juice for the sweet orange oil if you don’t have it; I just happened to have a bottle from my sister, but the idea is to get the citrus element in there

I took the time to do this for myself yesterday afternoon and it was exactly what I needed!!  

**disclaimer: I know you can’t magick yourself out of a depressive episode, this is for when you already feel yourself coming out of it for whatever reason, to sort of help you along with that process

Misdialed Call (Part One)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything!
Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 934

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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  • Shownu: I can’t believe I forgot my phone. I hope Changkyun liked his birthday present yesterday. Oh, he called.
  • Phone: You have 17 new messages.
  • Shownu: What?!
  • Phone: Message 1.
  • Changkyun: Hey Shownu, thanks for the Bazinga t-shirt it's… great. I was just calling because I might need a ride later tonight. Hyungwon can’t drive and I ran Jooheon’s Mazda into that ditch after we watched Fast Five on Netflix together.
  • Jooheon: You still owe me for that.
  • Changkyun: Yeah, yeah, I got you, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable, did you know that? I didn’t know that. Well, I do now.. but anyway I’ll call you later if we need a pick up from the show, alright?
  • Hyungwon: [Snoring]
  • Changkyun: Woo! Hyungwon, you’re up! Peace, Shownu!
  • Phone: End of Message.
  • Shownu: I’m not listening to all of these.
  • [skips to the last message]
  • Phone: Message 17.
  • Changkyun: Oh my god is he dead? Why did you put him in the car?
  • Hyungwon: It’s Minhyuk, you idiot! Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Jooheon: Changkyun, when are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Changkyun: Jooheon, shut up! Shownu, please pick up the phone! We are in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went south, so we decided to make our own, but… Oh man, oh man, pick up your stupid phone! Shownu, go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you do it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this, Shownu!
  • Hyungwon: Changkyun, eyes on the road!
  • Jooheon: Truck!
  • All: [Screaming]
  • Phone: End of message.
Three’s a Crowd (Part 13)

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13.

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  • Germany: I can’t believe I forgot my phone. I hope Prussia liked his birthday present yesterday. Oh, he called.
  • Phone: You have 17 new messages.
  • Germany: What?!
  • Phone: Message 1.
  • Prussia: Hey West, thanks for the Bazinga t-shirt it's… great. I was just calling because I might need a ride later tonight. Alfred can’t drive and I ran Ivan’s Mazda into that ditch after we watched Fast Five on Netflix together.
  • Russia: You still owe me for that.
  • Prussia: Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. Mazdas are really flammable, did you know that? I didn’t know that. Well, I do now.. but anyway I’ll call you later if we need a pick up from the show, alright?
  • America: *snoring*
  • Prussia: Alfred, you're up! Talk to you later West!
  • Phone: End of Message.
  • Germany: I’m not listening to all of these. *skips to the last message*
  • Phone: Message 17.
  • Prussia: Oh my god is he dead? Why did you put him in the car?
  • Russia: It’s Alfred, you idiot! Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Denmark: Gil, when are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Prussia: Mathias, shut up! Ludwig, please pick up the phone! We are in so much trouble! The show went south, so we decided to make our own, but… Oh man, oh man, pick up your stupid phone! Germany, go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you do it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this, West!
  • Russia: Gilbert, eyes on the road!
  • Denmark: Truck!
  • All: *Screaming*
  • Phone: End of message.
How To File A Complaint with the CW

So, I got some asks and submission about this yesterday after my rant about the Bucklemming episode. I have returned with information for those of you who wish to complain like me.

Snail Mail:
The CW Television Network
3300 W. Olive Avenue, Burbank, CA 91505

There are also addresses for local CW stations in most cities, but I’m not sure sending letters to them would have any impact, as they don’t really impact what programming happens. Please consider this option as the network doesn’t necessarily read your tagged tweets or Tumblr complaints. We need to contact them directly at their office if we have any hope of righting the wrongs done to the show.

In your letters, I suggest directing complaints to Robert Singer, Brad Buckner, and Eugenie Ross-Leming.

I do not suggest writing a novel for your complaint, either. They won’t read it. Be succinct, direct, and polite. Treat it like a business letter. Send lots of complaints. Get everyone you know to send complaints. And keep sending them as often as you can until we get answers. If you’d like help, here’s an example of the complaint I wrote. Feel free to use and modify it at your discretion:

I am writing to express my dissatisfaction with how the producers and writers of Supernatural, most specifically the writing duo Brad Buckner and Eugenie Ross-Leming, are handling the show. Many long-time fans, such as myself, are becoming increasingly disgusted with how these two writers are, frankly, interfering with the show’s success. Buckner and Ross-Leming continually pen offensive themes such as needless rape mentions and female degradation and call it “plot.” They have also gone as far as to kill off beloved characters for no discernible reason. Examples include Kevin (POC), Charlie (LGBTQ+), and most recently Eileen (deaf). A large portion of the fandom finds these actions to be harmful to the show as a whole. We are aware that Supernatural is a horror show, and also that character death is a given. However, these characters are important for minorities and those of us who identify with their strength and dignity. Buckner and Ross-Leming not only consistently undermine the fans and the characters, they disregard fan concerns and take pleasure in angering us. For such a prolific show, writers should do better than this. I am not suggesting that fans should have creative control over a show, but that the writers should understand the show and its important themes and characters. Buckner and Ross-Leming most certainly do not. A show such as Supernatural should not have to succeed in spite of its writers, but in the case of  Buckner and Ross-Leming, that is exactly what it’s doing. Viewership numbers, episode rankings, and social media trends support the claim that Buckner and Ross-Leming are negatively impacting an otherwise fantastic show. Therefore, it seems reasonable that they should be replaced by writers who understand and love the show as much as the rest of the crew. Please consider this going forward. Supernatural is a TV phenomenon that deserves better than what it’s getting from two writers who appear determined to ruin it.

  • Jinjin: I can’t believe I forgot my phone. I hope Moonbin liked his birthday present yesterday. Oh, he called.
  • Phone: You have 17 new messages.
  • Jinjin: What?!
  • Phone: Message 1.
  • Moonbin: Hey Jinjin, thanks for the Bazinga t-shirt it's… great. I was just calling because I might need a ride later tonight. Rocky can’t drive and I ran Eunwoo's Mazda into that ditch after we watched Fast Five on Netflix together.
  • Eunwoo: You still owe me for that.
  • Moonbin: Yeah, yeah, I got you, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable, did you know that? I didn’t know that. Well, I do now.. but anyway I’ll call you later if we need a pick up from the show, alright?
  • Rocky: [Snoring]
  • Moonbin: Woo! Rocky, you’re up! Peace, Jinjin!
  • Phone: End of Message.
  • Jinjin: I’m not listening to all of these.
  • [skips to the last message]
  • Phone: Message 17.
  • Moonbin: Oh my god is he dead? Why did you put him in the car?
  • Eunwoo: It’s MJ, you idiot! Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Sanha: Moonbin, when are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Moonbin: Sanha, shut up! Jinjin, please pick up the phone! We are in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went south, so we decided to make our own, but… Oh man, oh man, pick up your stupid phone! Jinjin, go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you do it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this, Jinjin!
  • Eunwoo: Moonbin, eyes on the road!
  • Rocky: Truck!
  • All: [Screaming]
  • Phone: End of message.

Hello and welcome to TophDaily. I’m your host, Toph. Today is Monday, the worst day of your life until tomorrow. It’s currently raining in New York City, the only city in America, so by extension it’s currently raining everywhere else, too.

Alright, alright, what the hella is going on now?

Trump tells advisers he wants to end key Obamacare subsidies

The world is currently enthralled with Trump’s first ever big boy field trip overseas (along with Stupid Watergate, of course, deservedly so), but let’s not let this one go: “President Donald Trump has told advisers he wants to end payments of key Obamacare subsidies, a move that could send the health law’s insurance markets into a tailspin.”

The payments, estimated at $7 billion for this year, go to insurance companies to reduce deductibles and other out-of-pocket costs for low-income consumers — an estimated 7 million people in 2017. Insurers are on the hook under the health law to keep paying even if the federal money stops.

If that news is at all alarming to you, then make sure to point your eyeballs at this next one, too:

Trump budget to slash entitlements by $1.7 trillion

In addition to gutting the EPA and State Department, they’re looking at cuts to SNAP (food stamps), CHIP (Children’s Health Insurance Program), and SSDI (Disability Insurance). We should know more by tomorrow.

Speaking of that field trip, it’s going so well!

WH: Trump was ‘exhausted’ when he said 'Islamic extremism’

Low energy Donald. Sad!

The gifs coming out of this trip have been pretty good though. Let’s take a look!

Below: Steve Bannon looking terrified in Saudi Arabia. 

Very RelatedPriebus, Bannon go back to Washington after visit to Saudi Arabia

See also: My video of this with a horror soundtrack.

The Magic Saudi Orb: Another video I did yesterday, is some of the best art I’ve ever arted.

Below: Melania swats away Donald’s tiny hand after landing in Israel.

Tough but fair.

Here are some other important items I encourage you to know about.

Supreme Court Says Race Was Improperly Used In Creating North Carolina Congressional Districts

Students walk out on Mike Pence’s Notre Dame commencement speech

Michael Flynn expected to invoke Fifth Amendment

Hmm, what else is newsworthy… I had a massage yesterday. Everyone loves lizards. Space is really big. I think that’s about everything you need to know. Now go out there and make all your wildest dreams come true!

Thanks for being here, friend.

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 8

Okay, okay I know this is long over due and I’m sorry. At first it was cause of school, but then I started binge watching on Netflix all day yesterday, but this is extra long and cute and angsty. Keep in mind that half of this was written at two in the morning after I was done crying from finishing the last episode of 13 reasons why. (Yall needa go watch that shit) I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, y'all know I need 100 notes for part 9 and leave feedback💕

One more thing…Ik it probably doesn’t make sense but I’m gonna pretend like this takes place after like a month from the last time they met.

**WARNING**: Nothing really, just a make out and a small mention of masturbation.

One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

“Cal, can you not.” You snorted as he tried to squeeze into the tight fitting top you picked out not too long ago.

“I can get in it, I swear.” He grunted while attempting to get the small shirt over his shoulder.

He had took you shopping once again and as always he came into the dressing room with you. This particular time, however, Calum got so bored he decided to try on clothes as well. You didn’t have a problem with that, but he could at least try on something in his size.

“You’re gonna rip it.” You laughed.“ Then you’ll have to buy it just to throw away.”

“I’m going to get in this shirt, Y/N.”

“Oh my God.” You began to laugh harder at his determination, deciding to try on another article of clothing for your sake.“ I think these shorts are gonna make my ass pop.”

“It already pops, Y/N. Your ass is fucking perfect.” He absentmindedly complimented you.

“Take off the shi-”

“I got it!” He yelled once he finally got the top onto his body, throwing his hands up in the air in excitement.

It was quiet as you both heard the sound of fabric tearing. You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter and Calum’s cheeks slowly flushed pink.

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  • Jihyo: I can’t believe I forgot my phone. I hope Nayeon liked her birthday present yesterday. Oh, she called.
  • Phone: You have 17 new messages.
  • Jihyo: What?!
  • Phone: Message 1.
  • Nayeon: Hey Jihyo, thanks for the Bazinga t-shirt it's… great. I was just calling because I might need a ride later tonight. Chaeyoung can’t drive and I ran Jeongyeon's Mazda into that ditch after we watched Fast Five on Netflix together.
  • Jeongyeon: You still owe me for that.
  • Nayeon: Yeah, yeah, I got you, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable, did you know that? I didn’t know that. Well, I do now.. but anyway I’ll call you later if we need a pick up from the show, alright?
  • Chaeyoung: [Snoring]
  • Nayeon: Woo! Chaeyoung, you’re up! Peace Jihyo!
  • Phone: End of Message.
  • Jihyo: I’m not listening to all of these.
  • [skips to the last message]
  • Phone: Message 17.
  • Nayeon: Oh my god is she dead? Why did you put her in the car?
  • Jeongyeon: It’s Dahyun, you idiot! Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Momo: Nayeon, when are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Nayeon: Momo, shut up! Jihyo, please pick up the phone! We are in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went south, so we decided to make our own, but… Oh man, oh man, pick up your stupid phone! Jihyo, go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you do it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this, Jihyo!
  • Jeongyeon: Nayeon, eyes on the road!
  • Chaeyoung: Truck!
  • All: [Screaming]
  • Phone: End of message.

3/08/16 | after buying a b5 notebook and gel pens from muji yesterday I decided to start writing out weekly spreads to help me see what I need to get done for the week. Despite it being the summer holidays I still have numerous things to do for school so I’ve decided to dedicate this week to ticking these tasks off my list! I think these weekly plans will really help me manage my time efficiently. ps yes that is a left handed ruler!!! I didn’t know they existed until yesterday & it’s now my favourite ruler!!

I know I post weight loss shit all the time but I have such a hard time believing that I’ve made progress, or feeling better about my body (shoutout to gender dysphoria), so I really need these before and after pics to prove to myself that I am making progress and that I am healthier. So sorry for the spam, I’m just proud of myself 🙏🏼💪🏼 left pic is April 2016, 175ish lbs. right pic is was yesterday, March 2017, 135 lbs. This was all thanks to intermittent fasting (the warrior diet, water fasting), elimination of gluten, and a general focus on healthy eating, smarter portion sizes, and smaller eating windows. If I can do it, so can you

Foreigner {1}

Jackson Wang X Reader


Word Count: 1,256

Anon asked: OMG! The dating Jackson one was so perf! <3 Could we maybe get a little Jackson fluff? Like maybe you are new to Korea and he’s one of the first people you run into and he’s just super sweet and helpful…or whatever you want!

Summary: You moved to Seoul, Korea only to find out that everything is so different than back home. Seeing you struggle to navigate, a man walks up to you to provide help but soon realizes you’re much more than a confused girl on the sidewalk (✿´‿`)

A/N: First off, I really like this request! Second, I’m in love with this gif. Third, I’ll update the next chapter sometime tomorrow!

(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for got7 ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)

Originally posted by kpopeyton

Part 1 ~ Part 2  ~ Part 3

As you walk down the streets of the new community in which you now live in, you find yourself a tad lost. You take a deep breath while the cold air rushes past your body and you try to relax after getting frustrated with yourself. 

“Excuse me, Miss? Do you need help?”

 You jumped at the sudden interaction and turned towards the voice. It’s a fairly tall man with nicely styled blond hair.

“Uh, I’m not quite sure actually.” You breath out, silently laughing at yourself. “I’m just kind of wandering around, trying to get a feel for the place.”

“Oh. Are you visiting someone?” He asked with a small smile.

“Nope, I moved here yesterday from out of the country.” You explained.

“Wow, really? Well, I’m not doing anything. I could give you a quick tour.” The man smiled brightly.

“No, I wouldn’t want to burden yo-”

“Nonsense, anything for a pretty lady like yourself.” He interjected.

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After reading @oumakokichi ‘s meta yesterday, I couldn’t help think Pre-Killing Games Ouma to be the captain of the ChessClub  >_< The setting is Ouma’s school’s festival. (Bunkasai)

I’m no expert on chess so there are mistakes and I put in SaiOuSai for no particular reason. And DICE members are part of the chess club. I also kinda got lost while drawing this…I really need to practice drawing comics more…

Thank you for reading this. Haha, I love the idea of Ouma as a SHSL Chess Player.


Study break

Summary: The reader helps Brett with schoolwork, but when you two decided to take a break it leads to something different…

pairing: Brett Talbot x reader

warning: smut

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Books were spread all over your table, you furrowed your brows and scribbled something onto a paper, after looking  up to your boyfriend Brett who wasn’t following anymore.

“Did you get it?” You asked worried while you handed him the paper.

“Y/n can I have a break pleaseee.” His fingers massaging his temples after giving you a tired look.
“No, if your not passing the test tomorrow, you’re not allowed to play in any upcoming lacrosse games, because your grades aren’t that good babe.”

“I know but who needs all of this, I mean that’s stupid I barely remember what I ate yesterday. So how should I remember all of this?”

“Also we have to get this project done till thursday, so there’s a lot of work to do, but we will get through this.”
You ensured him with a smile and pecked his cheek. A smug smirk was resting on his face while his eyes studied your face. In order for you to feel his figure standing behind you.
“You should really focus on the work, instead of me.”

Brett hummed in respond after gently placing on of his hands onto your shoulder, while the other one  helped him to move your hair to the side. Giving him perfect access to your bare neck, the goosebumps already started to rise because of his touch. Although you didn’t want him to distract you, it felt good..

“Are you sure that we don’t deserve a break?” He whispered, letting his breath slightly tickle your ears. Your sighed in respond, turned around and pushed the chair to the side, so that you were facing him now. Brett scanned your figure and waited for your next move, his eyes followed one of your hands while you placed it behind his neck. His skin was already burning.

 "I know what you are trying to do here..“ You mumbled, while the cheeky smirk on his face never faded.  ”… and it’s not going to work, I guarantee you.“

“Well…” He replied as he leaned in closer, so that your lips almost touched. “…we will see.”

Brett’s eyes were filled with lust, it indeed did take  all of his strength to not already rip all of your clothes off, but you couldn’t resist him and he was fully aware of that.
So you shoved him playfully away and stripped of your shirt, leaving yourself only in your bra, Brett watched you observantly, with a sinful smile on his face, as he softly bit onto his bottom lip, imagining the things he would like to do to you. His hands reached out for you and pressed your bodys back together. Igniting the heat between you two. Suprised by his actions a small screech escaped from your lips. Your heart started to race more than ever and one thing was for sure; in that moment you knew, that he had won the control over you.

“I told you it’s not going to work.” Brett stated proudly, his fingers brushed along your waist, down to your butt, you inhaled sharply as he gave you gently squeeze. Your body was burning and you felt how the adrenaline was rushing through your blood. There was nothing in that moment that you craved more than him…

His nose brushed along your neck as he inhaled your scent, your arousal was driving him insane.

You couldn’t wait any longer and hiked up his shirt and got rid of it in seconds, revealing his toned upper body.
“Are we a little bit rough today?” He asked and placed a kiss onto your forhead.

You laughed and gave im a tender kiss, your hands found themselves on his inner thigh as you felt how his muscles tensed for a second. You carefully rubbed him through his pants as his mouth slightly parted. Aplying pressure on the parts, where he needed you the most.

“Don’t understimate me, Talbot.”

 His lips fomed into a curve after he started to place sloppy kisses on your chest, while you gently got a hold of his soft hair. Trying to enjoy the pleasure that was already building up inside of you. His fingers now touching at parts where you wanted to feel him the most, Brett decided that it was enough when he got a hold of your legs, gripping them tightly as you wrapped them around his waist. The feeling of your skin touching was making you crazy, you pressed yourself against him and felt how the bulge was forming up beneath his pants. Your noses slightly brushed as you leaned in for the kiss, gently tugging on his lips with your teeth, sending sparkles down your whole body. Brett moved you back to the table and used one of his hands to shove the the books and papers away, spreading your work all over the floor.

“We don’t need this anymore.” Brett muttered and gave you a wink.
A chuckle left your mouth after he sat you down on the on the brown table, normally you would protest that he threw all of your stuff down but in this moment you couldn’t care less. He placed himself between your legs, shoving your hips together with his errection lightly pressing against your inner thigh. You felt almost intoxicated, your heart pounding more with every touch he made. So you quickly unclasped your bra, as he cupped your red cheeks with his hands, trying to stop his desire for you by crashing your lips together. By getting more rough with every kiss.

“You are so perfect.” He stated after easily helping you out of your jeans, throwing them across the room.

“Good thing, that my parents aren’t around.” You breathed out as your hands wandered to his pants, after unbuckling his belt and getting rid of them finally.
He smiled and took his time to place kisses on every part of your burning skin, maybe more time that you wanted him to take.

“You’re on birth control right?”

You nodded as he leaned down, pressing your forheads together. Brett looked into your eyes with a smile, making sure that you were comfortable. You took a deep breath, the room was filled with a mixture of sweat and lust.

It was driving you insane.

He gave you a ensuring look and waited for your permission, you smiled after he gently entered you with his length, your body was quivering in respond while the pleasure was again building up inside of you. You moved your a little bit, trying to adjust the size that was now inside of you. He started with slow thrust, as moans escaped from both of your mouths. He placed a few kisses on your neck, sucking slighty on the thin skin until it turned purple.
“God damn Y/n.”

Him moaning your name sounded so  holy in your ears, your bodys drowned in ecstasy as he increased his pace. You got a hold of his shoulders, kissing him between any other thrust. He used one of his hands to apply some pressure on to your chore, making you almost losing it. Everything felt so good, every kiss, every touch was so passionate. In that moment it felt like the time only slowed down for you two. Brett exhaled heavily and made sure to leave more hickeys on every part of your body to show everyone that you were his and so did you. Your fingers got lost in his hair, caused by the knot that was growing in your abdomen. He moved faster causing both of you to almost lose it, the table was shaking, it indeed would break in a matter of time if you kept going like this. He dipped his hips deeper as you two leaned in for a last kiss, knowing that you both were very close. It felt like the world stopped spinning as you reached your climax, igniting the lust inside of you, the room was filled with moans and cursing, as waves of pleasure hit your bodys.

The blood buzzed in your ears as you felt Brett’s exhausted body on top of yours, he breathed heavily but looked very satisfied. After a while you started to get up and threw his boxers at him, which he caught perfectly. Brett’s lips formend into a curve while he looked at you.

“Well I must admit studying isn’t that bad at all.”

“Funny Brett, our project is spread all over the floor now.” You muttered and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah I mean now we have a prove that it’s not gravity safe.”

“Who taught you that?”
Your brows furrowed in confusion by the pointlessness of his sentence or more by his stupid but adorable attend to justify his behaviour.

“My beautiful girlfriend.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his answer after he connected your lips with a kiss again.

A/n: Writing smut is so ankward, I have to cringe at myself so many times lol and to the lovely anon I didn’t forget about your  request! I already wrote the imagine but I’m not really happy about how it turned out, but I’ll try to post it soon! Thanks for your patience!❤


7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 4

In all honesty, I don’t know how I feel about how the ending came out. It took me quite a while to prevent it from seeming cliché and even now I get kind of annoyed when reading the end. Hopefully, you guys all enjoy it though. Thanks for reading and supporting. It’s very motivating!

I realise this part came out shorter than normal but I promise the next part will be longer to make up for it.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 - Here  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12

Waking up on Saturday morning, you called Areum to arrange to meet at the local café.  When you arrived there at exactly 11:30 am, Areum was already sitting down waiting for you at your usual window table. After ordering and receiving your caramel iced frappé, you headed to your table and sat down.

“Hey Y/N, I didn’t appreciate you just leaving me to video call myself yesterday. My mum thought I was talking to myself and tried to refer me to a doctor.” You snickered at her sentence and took a long sip of your drink.

“Sorry Areum. I just really needed my beauty sleep.” You couldn’t prevent a smile spreading over your face. However, Areum mirrored it with a sly smirk.

“Ah it’s okay. I know how much you love impressing Jungkook. Beauty sleep is one way to do it.” This effectively made you choke on your frappé and Areum giggled at her comeback. After hitting your chest aggressively to save yourself from choking to death, you shot her a deadly glare. She didn’t take it seriously and turned her attention to the window in front of her. When her eyes widened drastically, you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” As you spoke this sentence, your head turned to glance out the window too. Hands grabbing the sides of your face stopped you from actually seeing what was happening.

“Don’t! I mean… it’s nothing.” Grabbing Areum hands, you pried them off your face and focused on what had her so shocked. A moment later your eyes widened and you felt a pang of hurt in your chest.

Jungkook was stood at the other side of the street with his arm around an unfamiliar girl. He seemed to present her with a gift because the girl then squealed and threw her arms around him. You averted your attention and ignored the painful feeling in your chest.

“It’s just Jungkook… why are you so shaken up? Just because we’re friends again doesn’t mean he’s suddenly stopped his playboy ways…” Despite what you had just said, the strong feeling of betrayal was prominent. Areum seemed to notice this and stood from her seat, grabbing her iced tea.

“Come on. Let’s go back to mine.” She grabbed your hand and forced you to stand up, dragging you out of the café. Jungkook was too focused on his company to notice you across the street, even when you bumped into the rival schools gang leader and had him yell at you to ‘watch where you were going.’ Not wanting to get involved with him again, you pulled Areum away and jogged down the street.

Spending the rest of the day at Areum’s house, the evening arrived and you began to get ready for the party that had already started. It was Areum’s idea to be 'fashionably late’ and you decided to just go along with it. When you had both gotten dressed and applied finishing touches, you headed out, the destination being Jungkook’s house.

Arriving outside, it was obvious that everyone was either already half drank or completely wasted at this point in the party. Deciding to ignore the obnoxiously loud teenagers, you let Areum guide you inside. Jungkook was nowhere in sight but that wasn’t your main priority. You were here to have fun.

Areum had left to grab drinks for the both of you and returned a few moments later, handing you a plastic cup which most probably contained a mixture if alcohol and coke. Taking small sips of your drink, you glanced around the room looking for familiar faces. None of the boys had made a surprise appearance yet, which was odd.

A few drinks later you, unsurprisingly, managed to get tipsy. The same couldn’t be said for Areum as she was beyond drunk. It was shocking really to see the reserved Areum let lose at a party. Dancing with each other, you let loose, ignoring the other students. When you decided to grab another drink, you squeezed Areums’s shoulder, which she returned with a clumsy grin. Grabbing two cups and filling them to the brim with the unknown alcoholic drink, you turned on your heel, set on returning to the dance floor. However, when you made your way back she was nowhere to be seen. The initial reaction was annoyance and you analysed the overcrowded room, searching for her brunette waves. After realising she was no longer here, you decided to search for her throughout the house and headed to the second level of the house.

Peeking through doors, you came to Jungkook’s bedroom. If she was here he definitely wouldn’t mind you entering the room. Or so you thought. Knocking on the door and pushing the door wide open, your eyes were instantly drawn to a drunken Jungkook.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” His eyes were glazed and you paid no attention to his shouting, mainly because he was only sporting underwear. What made you do a double take was the fact that Hye Mi was underneath him, arms wrapped around his neck and legs hooked around his waist, smirking in victory. You had obviously interrupted something intimate.

He seemed to notice who you were because moments later, he wrenched her limbs of him and jumped off of his bed. His eyes were widened in shock and the shadowed look they had sported before was no longer present.

“Y/N? Don’t take this the wro-” You were sure that if you had stood there another second, you wouldn’t be able to stop the hurt tears from falling so you slammed the door shut. Taking a deep breath, you controlled your emotions. The only thing you should be worried about is finding Areum, not crying over unnecessary feelings.

You headed towards the guest room, once again entering the room and found another couple looking for some privacy. Except it wasn’t exactly a couple and you realised this when you recognised the loud giggle that escaped brunette girl you had been looking for. Anger enveloped you as you saw Areum lying on the bed and a boy you had ever seen in your life, evidently trying to take advantage of her drunken state.

“What the fuck! Get the fuck away from her, you bastard!” When his motive was interrupted, surprisingly the unknown boy freaked out and scurried away, leaving you to grab Areum and steady her.

“Areum! What the fuck just happened?” She giggled and softly patted your face.

“He said we… could play.” She slurred her words and you decided that enough was enough. The second part of this party was a complete disaster for you and you now understood why Jungkook tried to prevent you from coming. Helping Areum out of the room, you carefully helped her reach the ground floor.

Making it outside, you called Areum’s older sister, Mi-nah, and asked her for a ride back. Ten minutes later, her familiar car had stopped in front of you and you allowed her to buckle Areum inside. Just as you were going to leave you heard Jungkook call your name.

“Hey! Where the fuck are you going?” Rolling your eyes, you glared at him.

“Anywhere but here. I should have just stayed at home because, to be honest Jungkook, this party has caused so much shit and I can’t deal with it.” He stuffed his hands into his pocket and scoffed.

“It’s just a little bit of fun, why are you so jealous? You’re the one who wanted to come to the party.” Not believing the kind of crap he was speaking, you climbed into the car. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you dialled his number. There was no way he was going to have the last laugh. He picked up immediately after seeing your name appear on his screen.

“Not everything is about you Jungkook. I’m not jealous, heck, you can fuck as many girls as you want! As long as it’s not the one bitch who made the past two years of my life as shitty as they can be.” Not giving him a chance to even think about replying, you hung up and calmly asked Mi-nah to drive.

You watched Jungkook in the mirror who, in his drunken and disheveled state, clearly hated not getting the last word and threw his phone against the floor. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and turned back into the house. Scoffing at his childishness, you turned your gaze to the passing houses.

“Why is he so dramatic, the phone didn’t do anything to him.” Mi-nah giggled at your sentence whilst Areum howled with laughter.

“You guys sound like a married couple!”  Rolling your eyes, you ignored Areum’s comment.

There was no way you sounded like a married couple.

Well, You hoped you didn’t.

New Girl Part Two (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by marveldaily

Word Count: 1068

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: You can read part one here

“Uh sorry guys I gotta go, something came up.” Peter Parker rushed out his words, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone. Michelle crosses her arms, leaning forward on the desk with a questioning look on her face. “Where do you go Parker? What are you hiding?” The boy seems taken aback by her question, his jaw dropping slightly as he tries to think of an answer that didn’t sound fake. Luckily he didn’t have to explain himself as Michelle relaxed from her interrogation, letting out a snort at Peter’s reaction. “Just kidding, I don’t care.”

Releasing a sigh the boy quickly grabbed his backpack, sending another quick glance down at his phone.Something wasn’t right but you didn’t feel the need to pressure him into telling you, you’d only known Michelle, Ned and Peter for little over a month now anyway. “Catch you guys later.” And with that Peter was practically running out the door, so caught up in whatever was going on that he didn’t notice that he dropped his phone on the way out. Noticing this you reached down retrieve it, informing Michelle and Ned that you were just going to chase after the clumsy boy and give him his phone back. 

With that you jogged out the door, hoping that he hadn’t gotten too far already. You caught no sign of the boy anywhere as you moved around the car park of the school. It wasn’t until you heard rustling and rumblings from a dark alleyway that you found Peter…changing into a Spider-man suit. Your eyes widened at the sight, clamping your hands over your mouth to stop any unwanted noises of shock from escaping. Slowly backing away from the scene before the boy could notice your presence you ran back towards the school telling yourself that what you saw wasn’t real…it couldn’t have been…could it?

The following day you still couldn’t seem to get the thought out of your head, that Peter Parker was also the web slinging crime fighting hero that had all of New York talking. Last night you tossed and turned in your sheets, contemplating whether or not you should confront him about this, and now you were. 

There he was, Peter Parker, your new friend walking to his next class without a care in the world. After taking a deep breath you started to hurriedly walk after Peter, eventually catching up to him. Without even uttering a word to him you quickly dragged him into the storage closet next to you, which was harder then you thought. Let’s just say that boy must be hiding some muscle.  

Slamming the door closed behind you, you turned to Peter who stared at you with a shocked expression.  "Y/N what the heck-“ Quickly cutting off his words by practically shoving your hands in his face, your mood turned serious as you confessed to the boy. "I know Peter." 

Obviously confused as to what on earth you were going on about, Peter’s eyebrows just furrowed as he looked at you as if you were crazy. Heck! Maybe you were. "What are you talking about?” Still keeping the serious tone of voice you crossed you arms. “I know your secret." 

Peter only rolled his eyes at this, shrugging his shoulders at your accusations."I don’t have any secret.” You couldn’t help but let out a snort at his claim. The boy who was a normal nerdy high school teen by day and secretly a crime fighting vigilantly who dresses in tights by night says he has no secrets? "Oh really. So it’s not a secret that you have powers and run around New York city in a spandex suit in your free time?”

Peter’s jaw almost dropped to the ground at your words, obviously not expecting you to know his biggest secret. “How did you-" 

"Yesterday. You left your phone behind and I chased after you to give it back. Only to discover you in a Spider-man suit pulling on a mask and swinging away on your webs. You really need to be more careful with where you put on that suit Parker. Oh and here’s your phone.” You pulled his phone out of your jacket pocket, Peter gratefully accepting it back. “Thanks. But how are you so….so calm about this?" 

That was almost laughable as last night after you found out you were anything but calm, but he didn’t need to know about your little breakdown. "Well I had all last night to think about it and I eventually got over it. It’s not like I’ve known you any longer than a week anyway." 

Something seemed to cross the boys mind as his expression became serious suddenly. His hand reached out to your shoulder as he spoke to you with great importance. "You aren’t gonna tell anyone are you? Because Ned is the only other person who knows and Michelle is only suspicious. I need this to be a secret, can I trust you to keep it?" 

"Don’t worry your secret is safe with me Spiderguy.” Sending the boy a reassuring smile you lightly laughed at the new nickname you made up. Peter smiled back at you, glad that you didn’t run off and tell people as soon as you discovered his secret. He wasn’t dull, he knew you could have sold this information to the media and got a ton of money for it, but instead you did the right thing. You kept it to yourself, you’d been a good friend even if you’d only know each other for a month. 

Then unexpectedly Peter embraced you in a hug that caused butterflies in your stomach at his touch. “Thank you for being so cool about this Y/N.” Taking in his scent you smiled into his shoulder. Oh crap! Where you developing feelings for Peter?! It was only then that you noticed how little space was around you. “As much as I appreciate this hug, might I remind you that we’re currently cramped in the storage closet." 

Pulling away from you he laughed at the situation. "Yeah we should probably get out of here.” Opening the door you held a hand out for him to go first, sending him a cheeky smile. "After you web boy.“ Rolling his eyes in annoyance at the names already he voiced his distaste for them. "Are these nicknames gonna be a thing?" 

"You betcha crime fighting spider!