but they were so happy and so much fun in the beginning

taylor swift invites me to her Reputation Secret Session listening party. i know that this means taylor’s read my blog, and she must know i’m not super happy with this album cycle. so i’m on my best behaviour, trying hard to be nice and not kill the joy of the fourteen-year-olds around me. we all sit down on her living room floor and chat for a while. it’s nice. taylor swift is nice. i’m starting to feel more relaxed, but i’m definitely still trying to keep the peace though. i tell her that fearless was a formative album for me and she thanks me and says it was so sweet of me to say that. taylor swift announces that she made snickerdoodles and she has to go pop them out of the oven. the fourteen-year-olds cheer, and as taylor walks away, they begin to talk amongst themselves. i happen to look up. the kitchen door is slightly ajar and taylor swift is staring at me through the thin crack, her eyes twin coals of searing, black hatred. i gasp a little. the fourteen-year-olds ask me what’s wrong. i say that nothing is wrong. taylor swift comes toward us with a tray of piping hot snickerdoodles and invites us all to take one. i decline and tell her i just ate. she insists that i take one. i tell her that i’m sorry but i’m really full and they smell delicious. she forcibly places a snickerdoodle in my hand. she tells me to eat it. there is no way i am going to eat this snickerdoodle because i am genuinely afraid that taylor swift will kill me. i am seriously afraid that taylor swift has put poison in this snickerdoodle and is trying to kill me. one of the fourteen-year-olds asks if the cookies are gluten-free. taylor swift’s mother andrea swift calls out from the kitchen to say that the cookies do, in fact, contain gluten. i loudly announce that i have celiac disease and then i toss the cookie into a nearby artisanal woven wastebasket while loudly announcing that nobody wants a cookie that has my germs all over it. taylor smiles at me. she says nothing. the fourteen-year-olds demand to finally hear Reputation and she presses play and the living room’s surround sound system begins to play the album. i am sweating. the fourteen-year-olds are having fun. we get to the part where she says “island breeze” in a caribbean accent. i visibly wince. taylor swift affects a friendly voice and asks me if i like the song. i tell her that i do. i announce that i have to go to the washroom. my thought is that i can walk down the main hallway and escape through the front door. taylor stands up and says she’ll walk me to the washroom. i say that it’s fine actually and i can hold my pee. taylor swift says that’s silly. she tugs at my arm until i stand up and then she very lightly holds my arm and guides me down the hallway, out of the view of the fourteen-year-olds. i am very scared. we reach the bathroom. taylor swift releases her hold on my arm. she looks very intently at my t-shirt. it’s an animal collective 2017 tour t-shirt. i got it when i went to an animal collective concert back in may. “i see you like animal collective,” she says. “please don’t kill me, taylor swift,” i reply. “there was VX nerve agent in that snickerdoodle,” taylor swift says. “oh my god,” i say, and i say, “taylor, please, i know i said the singles were bad, but that was only because i believe so much in your potential.” taylor swift levels her eyes at me. kubrick stare. “you’re seriously going to stand there,” she says, “wearing a t-shirt plastered with the cover art for painting with, and you’re going to tell me that my album is bad.” i am crying now. “floridada is a really fun song,” i whisper, through phlegm and tears. taylor swift’s eyes roll back into her head and an ancient voice echoes forth from her throat, intoning in latin: “Vos ipsi deceperunt me, quia novissima hora est.” somehow i die just from that.

🌟💖 to jonghyun: my sun, my moon, my stars, someone who i'll love forever  💖🌟

i don’t know how to start this properly so i’ll do so by saying i’m coping the best i can be given the circumstances but it still feels like there’s this void in my chest. 

when i first started listening to k-pop i figured it’d just be a fun pasttime for me and, for the most part, it has been. i just didn’t think i’d get as attached as i did to an idol as i did jonghyun because i’d never been the type to get super attached to celebrities to begin with but i was really drawn to him from the get go. i remember the first time i saw him in the “lucifer” mv. i was like: ”wow, who is that dude“ so i started looking into him and grew to like him quickly. this was before he started to show more of himself to shawols / the world. after that point he made his twitter and began to interact more with fans by showing how clever, intelligent, fun loving and socially conscious he was. and his sense of humor was so strange - which was something that i could relate to. that’s probably when i knew he was going to be my ult for a long time.

i remember when he supported kang eun ha back in late 2013 and i was so relieved because i was just starting to really come to terms with the fact that i was queer and it was comforting to know that my ult would accept me for that. in the short time that followed we were able to see him grow and develop as a person. he started to bare his soul to the world through blue night, always more than he was obligated to, and he was always graceful and thoughtful in doing so.

i remember at shinee’s fifth anniversary party when he debuted “beautiful tonight” to shawols. i was so proud of him because i knew that it’d always been his dream to make his own music and that was the FIRST time that he was able to share something with us that was completely his. 

when it comes to shinee .. i haven’t been here since the beginning. i became a fan during the summer of 2011 but i’ve always felt like i was present during the timeline that was the most pertinent in his growing as a human being.

blue night was always so special to me because it opened us up to a side of him that he had been careful to share before then. people had these fixed stereotypes about him and, while some have lingered on, he was able to blow most out of the water through the show. without blue night we wouldn’t have been able to hear a large percentage of his beautiful solo work. looking back i can see that this was a burden to him and it makes me ache knowing something he loved became such a weight for him but i’ll always cherish the work that he gave to us.

he was always trying so hard. it doesn’t take what happened to know that. he never shied away from telling us when he felt lost or lonely or upset and he never made fans feel as if they were wrong to feel that way either. honestly he never made fans feel like they were in the wrong for anything. he’d support them through even their most ridiculous (and some of the funnier stories he got on blue night were proof of that) and the love he had for us was undeniable. you could see it in his eyes whenever he was given the chance to be face-to-face with us: at events with shinee, for blue night, for himself. it always looked like he was … ridiculously content just breathing the same air as his fans. this extended to international fans as well. he didn’t speak up on it often but it was obvious he knew about the disconnect / distance that we’ve always felt in being so far away from him and shinee. we got “selene 6.23” to show for that one.

it was also thanks to jonghyun and the rest of shinee that i was able to make most of the close friends that i have today. that, and they were also so charming that i was able to have my older friends become a fan of them as well. they also gave me a reason to be able to travel twice in the last year and a half: once to chicago and another time to los angeles. i’ll always be grateful that i was able to see them twice - that i was able to see him twice.

i’m starting to feel too introspective so i’m going to switch over and talk about a few of my favorite things about him:

1) he wasn’t perfect. he made mistakes but he always apologized and tried to make amends for them in the end. he was constantly trying to better himself and become education / sensitive to a variety of issues. i feel he excelled there, really.

2) his love for roo. i think it goes without saying that a good deal of the funnier content involving him was related back to roo. and remember the time she photobombed minho taking a picture of jjong with his music show trophies? yeah.

3) how much of his life he dedicated to making his mom and sodam feel loved and appreciated. i really don’t know what else to add here that isn’t obvious already.

4) he wasn’t afraid to show the world the side of himself that was what most would regard as being “childish” or in geeking out about things that made him happy like naruto or how much he had fallen in love with (and been touched by) kimi no na wa.

5) when he wanted to cry he cried and he made sure that others were aware that it was alright to cry too, to be weak sometimes because to be “weak” is to really be strong.

6) he was such a great and caring friend. he just … was. there’s no denying that. he was always nonjudgmental and willing to be there for his friends at the drop of a hat when they needed him (like when he drove two hours to pick up dongwoo when he needed a ride home from a random location).

7) jinki. he was always a pillar of strength for him and this worked both ways. he took the spotlight for him when he wasn’t able to do it himself and he was always the first to understand his strange jokes and puns and play off of them.

8) kibum. he was kibum’s first friend when they became trainees. we’ll never know what kind of connection they had in full but it was obvious it was something special that went beyond words.

9) minho. minho is probably his biggest fan. he could read him like an open book and he was always the first to be there when he needed him most and it’s obvious that hasn’t changed even now.

10) taemin. he was HIS biggest fan. we all know that. he wasn’t just his friend and brother but his baby and you could see how proud he was to see him develop as both an artist and person. i’m glad he got to see up to now even though it hurts me he won’t see all he is capable of achieving.

11) the relationship he had with his blue night family - listeners included. they helped him so much. they gave him stories to use that helped broaden his work as a singer-songwriter and he developed meaningful friendships with both regular guests and pds.

12) taeyeon, suho, yoona, krystal, heechul, donghae, jungmo. all the friends that he made within sm when they began training who he knew for just as long as the other members of shinee. and all of those who have left sm since that were close to and meant a lot to him at a point as well, like luhan, jessica and tao. plus those that he became and stayed close to after debut. yeri, lee jonghyun, hongki, crush, zion.t, jung joon young, younha, tablo, wheesung, minkyung, gray, zico. i know they’re all hurting too.

13) he wrote a beautiful book where he used all main characters as a template to show different sides of himself to readers. he was writing another book too and i’m glad he was at least able to share his idea for it with us.

14) he was able to release four amazing solo albums in such a short amount of time and i honestly feel like he helped to break some of the bias sm had toward allowing their artists to release their own work.

15) he wasn’t afraid to gush over other men that he found attractive. looking back on his fanboying over gong yoo is always going to make me laugh.

16) i really loved how much he loved the moon and stars and space and mythology and all that whimsical stuff because he could be pretty whimsical himself at times.

17) how much of a dork he was for poetry. remember when he sent that wreath to wheesung with that bertolt brecht poem? iconic.

18) he really admired and looked up to prince. you could see his influence in both the sound and styling of his solo work and that makes the stereotypical minnesotan in me happy.

19) more of a random anecdote but how excited he was when he was dying his hair pink for “she is” promotions. the story about how he’d kept on showing the other members a photo of the shade he was trying for excitedly will always be one of my faves.

20) he was the kazoo king.

21) random little physical traits of his like his blingspot and all his pretty moles and birthmarks, his bottom teeth, how his legs were bowed.

22) how he pretty much laughed with his entire body and how his nose scrunched up when doing so. how expressive he was. how you could pretty much see every emotion he was trying to convey in his eyes and they’d sometimes sparkle like there was an entire universe in them (i used to say that a lot).

i’ll move on from the facts from now but this is … a lot. emotionally.

(death tw, suicide tw) honestly i feel like i can’t say much else that hasn’t already been said and that i won’t be able to completely do justice to who he was as an artist, bandmate, brother, son, friend, colleagues, so on and so forth. but you can feel it at least. i guess words?? aren’t really needed always?? you can feel it in how many people have went to pay their respects to him in the last day. he was SO loved and he left such a mark on the industry, not just of his immense and unique talent but because of how kind, generous, soft and understanding he was.

i’ve said this a few times already to close friends of mine but as much as it kills me to know that he’s gone and that he was in as much pain as he was i’m also relieved that he isn’t feeling that pain anymore. what else can you really say in situations like these. he hurt more than anyone deserves to and maybe it’s cheesy to say but a part of me feels like he was too good for this world. i’ve never really been religious but i hope that if there is an afterlife that he feels content, warm, happy and comfortable for once. maybe now he’s a star, hanging around the moon, or maybe he’s a star pup. that’d be wild. he’d probably love that. or maybe he’s jamming out with his favorite musicians who’ve passed. who knows.

anyway. i think that’s all i’m gonna say for now. in the future i may revisit this post - maybe i’ll add on to it or maybe i’ll use it as a template to make a new one. who knows but the only other thing i can say before closing this off is that he’ll always have a special place in my heart and i’ll never forget him.

voltron family as roommates
  • most mornings they watch the news together still in their pjs and messy bedheads, groggily staring at the TV, eating bowls of cereal on the couch
    • except for Shiro who is a morning bird and exercises at like 4 AM on a daily basis
    • because he’s always the first to wake he will also sometimes cook breakfast for everybody if hunk doesn’t
      • they’ve even got aprons to go together with one saying “watch me whip” and the other: “watch me nae nae” 
  • When they go grocery shopping, they usually all go together 
      • [Keith inserts almond milk into cart]
      • [Lance] ha you love nut milk
      • [Keith removes almond milk out of cart]
    • and when they bring back the bags to the apartment, they gather everything
      • [Allura] THIS. IS. A. ONE. WAY. TRIP. LETS HUSTLE !1!!!1!!1!!
      • [meanwhile everyone is groaning and struggling to carry all these bags up 3 flights of stairs to get to their apartment]
  • and ofc the garrison trio + Matt geek out a lot
    • they’ve all got a thing for star wars. Allura will walk in them having a SW marathon, not understanding their obsession
      • *chewbaca says something* 
      • [Hunk] that line. That line. Right there. you never forget that line. That was the best written line. Never forget.
    • they love all video games, but the one thing they don’t understand are dating sims so they buy one to make fun of it
      • they end up becoming too emotionally invested and root for the underdog of the love triangle rather than their character
        • [Matt] CONFESS TO HIM THIS IS YOUR CHANCE I’M ROOTING FOR YOU WE’RE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU
        • [Lance] you know what you may have stabbed my back in the beginning but if thats what it takes to get the happy ending you deserve i will gladly hand you the knife and face my back towards you again
  • Keith’s usually entering the apartment at the weirdest times
    • one time he hesitated to bc inside he heard yelling and screaming and picked up words like: “finish what you started” “Don’t do this please I’ll do anything” “I love you but this is too much” “put it down don’t do this for the love of super saiyan goku don’t do this-” “this is what’s best for all of us somebody has to do it” “I’m on my knees I’m begging-”
      • and when he hears them start shouting, he bursts into the room to see it’s just Pidge finishing a huge chocolate cake with half of them cheering her on and the rest pleading her to stop
    • another time he found everybody sitting outside the door, having a deep conversation with the pizza delivery guy because they all forgot their keys and were locked out, casually eating pizza as they waited for keith to return and let them in
      • [pizza guy] “…so yeah i guess the moral of the story is that life is too short to be straight kiddos”
      • [lance] oh speaking of gay experiences keith’s back
    • their shoe rack’s also a mess so whenever they go out to take out the trash or get the mail they wear random shoes that seldom ever match
      • he catches pidge wearing his and hunk’s boots
        • [pidge] oh hey keith
        • [matt walks by with the mail in his hands and allura’s heels on his feet] oh welcome back keith
How to Make Your Villain Domestic but Still Evil

It’s the oxymoron that attracts us. Billowing black cape, terrifying worldviews, a willingness to make the streets run red with blood – and you know what would be hilarious? Them trying and failing to make morning pancakes. You know what would really hit us in the feels? Watching them show tenderness around a special someone.

Having a villain with a domestic side is lassoing a black hole, and it’s a tantalizing thing to watch. However, anyone who’s indulged in these daydreams with their own villains has probably encountered one very specific issue: it makes them less evil. They lose their edge.

For example, look at Crowley from CW’s Supernatural. This was a guy to be feared at one point; arriving out of nowhere at unexpected times, always playing both sides of the conflict, and you could be certain he would skin anyone necessary to get what he wanted – usually without getting a single drop of blood on his impeccable suit.

Flash forward to recent seasons, and we’ve seen Crowley cry and whimper more times than Dean has died –which is saying something. At first, it was fascinating to discover this powerful character actually had a tender side; and now, when Crowley makes a threat, we’re about as afraid as when any low-level demon makes one. This is because his evil was too compromised. He let himself go.

How can we avoid this mistake with our villains? The answer isn’t making them crush puppies and hate butterflies at every turn; it’s in balancing their core scariness with their softer side – giving them complexity, giving us a bit of “aww,” and making their eventual whiplash back into ‘terrifying’ all the more wonderful.

For this, we’re going to use Epic of Lilith by Ivars Ozols as an example. This book centers on arguably the original female villain – Lilith, the first woman of the Garden of Eden, who got on the “good guys’” bad side by refusing to submit to someone who was clearly her equal. There won’t be any spoilers below, but if you give the book a read (it’s an easy page turner), the points will be driven home stronger.

Plus it’s a book with a great female villain who isn’t objectified (don’t let the cover fool you, seriously) and prose that isn’t full of sexual over- or undertones. Talk about a win, eh?

Here we go.    

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Where Every Brown Sugar Baby Should Look for Her Next Sugar Daddy and Why

The more the game changes, the more it stays the same.

     Best friend, my first disappointment with sugaring came when I realized that sugaring sites were not for me. When I joined Tumblr, I was surrounded by stories of women who signed up for Seeking Arrangement and within an hour found their inbox full of messages from men willing to hand them the world or at least a pair of So Kate’s on the first date. When I joined Tumblr, I thought that I was going to command large allowances just because I existed, not because I did any work. I learned otherwise.

     My successes with sugaring came when I got very clear about what exactly it was that I was sugaring for. I realized that I couldn’t make myself care about designer goods. They’re pretty, and I loved looking at them on Instagram but dating a man so he could buy me luxury goods just did not seem like a lot of fun. But art supplies? Everything I needed to write a novel and maintain my blog? That sounded much more feasible. As soon as I committed to it, it happened. As soon as I got off the sugaring sites, it happened.  

     As an introvert, I did get off the sugaring sites, but it took me quite a while to get off the internet. I used Tinder to find the three gift daddies that I had. Last month, I went free styling for the first time.   

     There is a general horror around free styling that, trust me, I understand. If I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t. But I realized a few things. The sugar sites are not set up for you to succeed. We, as sugar babies, are the draw that is used to attract men with money and unrealistic dreams.  

     Do you want to have the perfect relationship? A young, beautiful, smart woman who will hang off your every word and, unlike escorts, will be with you and you alone for a fraction of the price that escorts are demanding? Sign up for a membership with our site at the low price of $39.99/month and become a sugar daddy tonight!

     While this might not be the exact language the sites are using, I guarantee if you go on any of the sugar sites you will see something similar being touted to men.  I also promise that the men that have the real potential to be amazing sugar daddies and give you things you didn’t believe that you could get aren’t on these sites.
     

     And, honey, maybe you haven’t noticed but online dating-sugar or vanilla- is not set up for black women to succeed. I’ll say it once more. You’re far more likely to find the man you’re looking for when you let go of the sugar sites.
So what happens next? Next, you change your mindset. There is one thing that needs adjustment, your attitude, in two different areas. The first is what a sugar daddy looks like. Maybe you don’t have this problem. But I do. I tend to find myself thinking that sugar daddies look a certain way. They’re white and in their 40’s-50’s. Most of them are married. But this isn’t what sugar daddies look like. They can be any age. They can be any race. They can be anywhere. When it’s time to free style, don’t think that if a Black man, an Asian man, a Martian, whatever, approaches you that because they don’t fit in with the idea of what you think an SD looks like you can’t pay any attention to them.

     There will be three types of men that you’ll meet when you go out: cheap men that would like your time and attention for free, men that will simply ask how much you want or make it known that they have no problem paying you, and men that are willing to spend money on you but need some type of connection with you first. Ugh, connection. Don’t you hate that word? Men should just hand us money because we asked for it right? We’re young, we’re beautiful, we’re smart. Just fork over the coins.

     But consider this. How often do you give money to complete strangers because they asked for it? How often have you walked up to an attractive or interesting looking person with $5 that you know you don’t need and said: “here this is for you just because you look cool or like you needed a little help”? Never right? If we were a society where that was the norm homelessness would not be an issue. No, we give our money to people we like, to people that have bettered our lives in some way, to people we trust. But, still. That word-connection. Months and months of dates. Maybe even putting out. That must be what I mean, right? Nope. Not what I mean at all. A connection can be made in 15 minutes or 15 months. It really just depends on how well your personality meshes with his.

     How do you tell these men apart? Let’s build a scenario, shall we? Let’s say you meet a man at a bar. You each talk a bit about who you are and what you do for a living. His job sounds promising. You don’t know exactly how much he makes but when you google it in the bathroom after touching up your lipstick you see that it’s an acceptable amount. He buys you a drink to continue the conversation you’ve already started, but when the night ends, he doesn’t pick up the tab you had started before he sat down. Splenda! Salt! That’s what Tumblr will tell you. I say wait. You spend some time texting. He says he wants to take you out. This is when we find out what kind of man he is by analyzing a few things:


  • Where does he want to meet? TGIFridays or one of the best restaurants/bars in the city. Look at where he wants to take you and why. If he asks you where you want to eat and then shoots it down because it’s overpriced or “just not his scene” you have two options: dig your heels in or run. My first meeting with Bentley took some time to plan because he shot down the restaurants that I chose as not being good enough for a first date. It was a good first sign. 
  • How and what do they order? We know what a man who doesn’t want to spend a lot of money looks like when he orders at a restaurant or bar. He asks if there are any discounts or deals. Asks what’s the best and cheapest drink or food item on the menu. Makes “jokes” about how expensive everything is. 
  • How do they look when you order? A man that asks if you want anything else after you’ve decided what you want is a keeper. A man that asks what you want scans the menu and then asks if you’re sure you want those things or if you’d be happy with something cheaper presents you with two options: to dig your heels in or run.
  • What are they talking to you about? A man that talks about sex as soon as he meets you only wants you for one thing and it ain’t playing cards. Now, if he’s willing to compensate you for that time in a way that you find acceptable, fine. Get your money girl. If you want a man that cares about you as an individual but he can’t stop talking about how well he’s doing on Viagra, you have two options. Dig in or run. I suggest you run, but this is your life, not mine
  • Do they listen when you speak? Do they remember what you said? I got my first laptop from a man who listened when I talked about wanting to write. I got my second laptop and art supplies from a man who listened to my business plan. If they can’t hear you, they can’t help you. 

     When the date is over, look at this man’s behavior. You’ll know if he’s the type of man that you can keep in your life. If he isn’t, let him go. LET HIM GO! Don’t, please friend, don’t hang on to a man because you don’t think that you’ll be able to get another. This game isn’t for the desperate that need quick cash because their life is falling apart. This is going to take time. You’ll find yourself getting dressed up and going out quite a few times before you find a man that you’re willing to stick with. If you understand this from the beginning, that reaching any goal is going to take time, you’ll be far less likely to fail.

     I’d like to give one piece of controversial advice. Do not ask for a gift or token or whatever you want to call it on the first date. Remember what we talked about earlier? About how we don’t give away our hard earned money to strangers or the undeserving? This applies here. And I know, I know. The posts of girls that say they asked for a gift and got one is so much more fun to read than what I’m saying, but here we are best friend, here we are.

     You do have one thing on your side. Men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. Vanilla men know this. They know. I’m going to say it one more time, best friend so it really sinks in. All men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. What’s more, they know that the younger and better looking a woman is, the more they will have to spend. Your job is not to convince a man to spend money on you. He already knows he should. Your job is to separate the men willing to spend from the men not willing to spend by opening up your mouth and talking about what you want. Talk about college and the class that you’re going to be taking, but god isn’t it crazy how expensive books are? Talk about how much you love to write, but your laptop broke. Talk about how you want to get into digital photography but don’t know what camera to get or if you can afford to buy one. Give it a couple weeks. The right man will show up with a laptop, or an iPad, or a book, or a camera or whatever it is you say you need. The wrong man won’t have made it past the first date.

Happy hunting, best friend.

Best friend, be honest, what did you think? Do you think you could ever get off the sugar sites? Go free styling? Do you think my approach makes any sense or is something that could work for you? Leave me a comment and let me know so we can talk about it.

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171209: FULL BTS MOVING ENDING MENT | WINGS TOUR FINAL DAY 2

JUNGKOOK: yesterday I said that there were a lot of things I regretted, but there were so many people who were saying that it was okay or they liked it! so I was really thankful. and yesterday before sleeping I drank Theraflu and rested and anticipated this stage. and I think tomorrow will be even better, don’t you think, everyone? the song we just sang is one that’s full of emotion but I don’t want to have a sad ending. I got my own studio! it’ll be good if you anticipate it, I’ll work hard and produce a lot of cool songs so please look forward to that. today was really fun, thank you for that. I love you!

JHOPE: Was it fun? are you happy? good. we are satisfied because of that. if you’re happy and having fun and smiling, then that’s enough. we prepare a lot for a concert! before we go onstage we stretch and loosen our bodies with a trainer, we spend 30 minutes and decide things together about how to do certain songs. that’s how a concert comes to be, and it’s completed through your applause. at the end, of course, I want to rest and feel like I need to take a breather, but I overcome that feeling, and what helps me do that is everyone’s smiles and applause and cheers. it’s the biggest thing to me. you’re very important to me and you influence me so much. thank you and I love you. I also want to thank our members and my parents, they help me meet ARMY after all. I love you all so much, thank you for your energy!

JIMIN: No sad words will come out today! everyone here knows my heart so it doesn’t matter. did everyone have fun? the things I remember most from our tour is that… when we do the solo stages Jin hyung’s stage is after mine, so I see it, and his live is really great, right? since February he’s just been improving so much and I am very moved by it. wow, you’re all so pretty~ and wow, you all should be with us forever, what do you think? (cheers) okay, good. please be with us always, I’m thankful and I love you.

SUGA: From AX Hall to the Olympic Gymnasium to here… I’m so glad we could do this all with ARMY. although not everyone here is ARMY, of course, some people have been with us from the beginning, but there are probably some who just came for fun. but I wanna say–because this isn’t bluffing, this is confidence–I’m very proud of all of us and I think we can make you, fans today. (…) the people here all know. this is so much fun… I only wanna say enjoyable things to you. I’m so thankful, thanks for making this concert so fun. I love you!

V: Thank you, everyone. like the others, I practiced for a long time, but yesterday of all days I caught a cold. I’m not in good condition. I’ve been wanting to show you how much I’ve improved and all of the stuff I’ve been working on, but bc of this cold I haven’t been able to do that. my voice totally wasn’t coming out, but as soon as the con started a miracle happened and I was able to sing! (JM: he sang well, right?) I was like, what’s with this good news?? we received so many awards and so much love and attention this year and I’m so thankful, I hope you’ll all always be with us, forever. I love you!

JIN: I did this yesterday and want to do it today too. and I’ll probably do it tomorrow too! (sings in increasingly high tones) a-a-AR-MY!! we’ve been receiving so many awards thanks to ARMY. we’ve even now gotten 2 Daesangs (Grand prize) thanks to ARMY. I think that we’re warm because of ARMY’s love. it’s cold outside right? but it’s warm in here because of ARMY. when I see you… (puts on his heart glasses) (RM: nobody does this as well as him!) I wanted to do this in Korea once too. I’m very handsome. thanks to ARMY, I became this bright a person. thank you!

RM: I thought of something because of what Suga said. what does BTS mean? (JH: dutifully recites the meaning) I was thinking we should introduce ourselves again. older people know our name now! we’ve done so much lately. I’ve heard that people are saying we’ve been running and falling and getting up and running again, and now through DNA, we’ve even made it to the universe. from AX Hall to here, you were with us, so thank you. of course, we have to be at our concerts, as well as the staff and the various people who work backstage, but don’t you guys know that it’s your presence that completes it? in the future, let’s walk and run and fly together. I love you. with this concert, the curtain is going down on the Wings Tour but also on the BTS Trilogy as a whole. those episodes are what made BTS, and now it’s time to anticipate the stories that will unfold ahead. if there are people here who just came to see for fun, I’d like to thank you ahead of time for becoming our fans. and now, I’ll introduce our last song. I’m happy, and I love you.

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Bruise [ V ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.4k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by chanssoo

Bathes were supposed to be relaxing, everyone always said that they would be soothing to your aching muscles and wash away your problems. The water was warm against your freezing skin, the bubbles up to your chin and jostling whenever you moved your legs. The air was faintly filled with the sounds of cars driving by on the streets down below, the tires splashing in the puddles of leftover rain. The room was dimly illuminated, your wet hand glistening on the edge of the tub when the candle on the sink flickered patches of light onto your arm, giving it life when it felt so dull. Everything smelled like oranges and vanilla, your skin, your hair, even the bubbles threatening to spill over the edge of the porcelain. It all seemed relaxing, in theory. It was supposed to feel nice and like a reward after a long day, but in reality it was making you want to rip your hair from your scalp.

Because in the silent solitude all you could think about was Chanyeol.

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anonymous asked:

could you maybe write something with deaf Derek? like maybe he is used to people trying to communicate by writing on paper or texting but then Stiles comes along and learns sign language so he can ask Derek out!!!!! and like he learns enough to converse and Derek is just !!!!!!!! I just need pining Stiles and soft Derek <3

Thank you for the prompt, I hope you like this little fic! (On AO3)


Stiles takes a deep breath. He’s been working on this for weeks, he’s got this.

He walks up to Derek’s table and stands in front of him, hoping to catch his attention. Derek’s already done eating, and has just started looking through his class notes, so Stiles doesn’t feel too bad about disturbing him.

When Derek glances up, Stiles points to the chair across from him questioningly. Derek gives him a little smile, nodding.

He takes the seat, then signs Hi, I’m Stiles, making sure to mouth the letters as he spells out his name.

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There’s My Girl (Tom Holland Imagine)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

request: “Would you mind writing an imagine where tom comes home late to find the reader asleep in the office from studying and so he carries the reader up the stairs and they wake up in his arms and it’s just cute and fluffy and leads to cuddling or something?? Thank you so much!!!! Love your writing btw!!” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^

length: 941 words

warnings: none

A/N: just a quick/short little thing, i was feeling a bit inspired last night tbh sorry it’s shit (also ik i’m doing requests out of order i’m also sorry for that too)


Tom had had a particularly long day, as both of his flights back home had been delayed for several hours each. He was a bit peeved considering how excited he was to see you earlier in the day and take you out for dinner, but those plans came to a halt seeing as it was currently 2:15AM.

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quickie || t.h || {sequel to tease}

Read Tease!

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Delayed interviews means Tom and you can have some time with each other. 

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this is like a sorta sequel to tease (you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on though) I think I’m just gonna make it like a series of events sorta thing!!


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Loki Imagine - Dirty Dreams

Loki’s P.O.V.

At night, it was usually very quiet. Everyone else was asleep, expect me. Being on Midgard wasn’t what I had actually wanted but here I was, almost forced to stay because of my brother Thor. He and his little avenger friends had a secret mission, which left me tagging along unwillingly. At least I got some sort of a room, which I was in now. It was small. There was a big bed, a nightstand and a few books.

It was really late but I kept hearing whimpers. They were distracting my reading so I got up to check whatever it was. Hopefully they wouldn’t nag their heads off tomorrow since I left my room. I wasn’t a pet tho, so I assumed I got some freedom here.

Quietly, I opened the door which led me to a hallway. It was dark, the white curtains covered the windows and no lights were on. Then I listened. First I heard absolutely nothing. As I thought it was simply my mind, I heard it again. It came from the room on the opposite of mine, Y/N’s room. She was a spy, for all that I knew. Actually, Y/N was the only decent human here who treated me nicely.

Was she crying?

I walked behind her door and knocked gently, hopefully not waking anyone else up. Night time was great because I didn’t have to interact with some of those gormless muppets. She didn’t seem to react on the knock. So I listened closely, quite honestly not expecting anything special. 

‘‘Loki’‘ my name left her lips softly and I thought I heard it wrong. Had I done something? This filled me with confusion so I opened the door and walked in, expecting to see a human woman crying into a pillow, her H/C hair messy and eyes bloodshot. Instead, I found her perfectly asleep in her bed, the sheets a little messy. She shifted her position so she was laying on her stomach and her hand squeezed the sheet. 

Obviously she wasn’t crying. If she would’ve been quiet, I wouldn’t have stayed. But she did mention my name so I was also intrigued. Did I frighten her? Was she having a nightmare as well?

I wasn’t sure what was going through her mind but there was only one way to find out, magic. Casually I walked over and then sat on the edge of her bed. It was a little bit smaller than mine, which was surprising. But her room was bigger and it smelled like redwine and perfume. 

As I sat down, I looked at her hair and focused, closing my eyes as well. Not too long after I caught onto her dreams and they played before my eyes. There were no murderous monsters chasing her, no blood covered rooms or ghosts in her dreams, oh no.

Y/N’s dreams were much dirtier. I could see a candlelit, fancy bedroom. Y/N was on the bed, above a man and she was riding him. She was moaning loudly and it seemed quite intimate. It took me about two seconds to make sense of this all. 

My eyes opened and her dream vanished from a sight. A mischievous smirk appeared on my face along with a chuckle. She was dreaming the dirtiest of dreams about me. I was both surprised and honored. 

‘‘What..are you doing?’‘ I heard a sleepy voice, making me look back at Y/N: She had woken up now and she had noticed me. Y/N  turned on her back and then looked out the window, noticing it was still night. This would be fun.

‘‘Oh, I couldn’t sleep and then I heard interesting sounds coming from your room, darling. I just came to check if everything was fine’‘ I shrugged and kept my smirk plastered on, happy that I knew what I now knew. Y/N’s cheeks seemed to heat up a little bit. 

‘‘Did you have sweet dreams?’‘ I asked her and then took a look at her body, finding it hard not to. Y/N was a beautiful woman, undeniably. She was wearing a black nightgown and a golden necklace around her neck. ‘‘I-I don’t-’‘ Y/N got flustered which I liked. I could keep questioning her a bit, since this was more interesting than the midgardian book I was reading.

‘‘I assume you like candle lights’‘ I added and that put it all together for her. Y/N’s pretty eyes widened and she nearly gasped. We had talked a lot during the few weeks we had been here and I had never seen her this flustered, shy and even embarrassed. She was quite cute like this, lost for words.

‘‘Did you look into my dream?’‘ She whisper-yelled at me and threw her blanket away from her. ‘‘Maybe I did, love’‘ I answered quickly, causing her to throw a pillow at me. As I put the pillow away, I noticed that Y/N was standing in front of me. Did I piss her off? Oops.

‘‘Loki! You..urgh- that’s..so unfair!’‘ She stomped her foot on the floor. That was a sign for me to stand up as well. ‘‘Well a little magic here and there never hurt anyone’‘ I let out a light laugh. Y/N couldn’t even look me in the eye. ‘‘But- Damn.. this is awkward’‘ Y/N breathed out quietly. At least she wasn’t yelling so that was good.

‘‘It doesn’t have to be awkward’‘ I replied quickly, causing her to tense up. ‘‘Loki..’‘ She said my name almost happily until she looked angry again. ‘‘You idiot! You’re just playing around’‘ She hissed and raised her arms up in the air. I was quick to see what she did so I grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer.

‘‘Remember who you’re talking to, kitten’‘ I reminded her with a darker voice, making her look at me. Her eyes were filled with a dozen emotions, shame being quite evident. But there was also lust in there. ‘‘Loki, what are you doing?’‘ She asked me shyly and eyed my hands that held her wrists. I studied her closely and noticed how easily submissive she was. 

‘‘Whatever do you mean?’‘I teased her and turned us around so I could make her sit down on the bed. She barely put up a fight as I controlled her movements. Perfect. ‘‘Are you going to make fun of my dream?’‘ Y/N asked me and it made her look away. She was quite flustered now. Something about her made me feel different. I didn’t want to make fun of her dream.

I actually quite enjoyed her dream.

I let go of her wrists and then I grabbed her jaw, making her look at me. Our eyes met and I noticed how she slowly started affecting me, making me want to do all kinds of things to her delicate body.  ‘’Oh I won’t make fun of it dear. I got other things in mind but it’s up to you whether you want it or not’’ I let her know a little of my plans. My other hand touched her bare knee and I traced my finger on her skin, drawing goosebumps.

Y/N gulped but she didn’t back off either. ‘’And based on your exclusive dreams..’’ I spoke up again, now letting my fingers touch her thigh. Y/N separated her legs a little bit, almost magically so I could get better access. ‘’..you wouldn’t mind it one bit’’ I finished what I was saying, hoping for a positive reaction. 

Only now it came true to me how much I desired someone to touch and someone to be touched by. These past few weeks had been so long and boring and all along this woman slowly woke up my sexual dreams. Now it was pretty obvious she felt the same.

I let my palm rest on her thigh and I waited for her reaction. Y/N smiled and then nodded, looking at me very intensely. ‘’I won’t mind’’ She answered. Suddenly she grabbed my hair and pulled me in bed so I was on top of her smaller frame. Our lips met and that was the beginning of a blissful night. Also, neither one of us cared about being quiet anymore, because for that moment it was just her and me.

“Thanks, Maggie. Love you,” Dex says, and Nursey’s heart stops beating for a moment. His lungs refuse to inhale or exhale. The muscles in his legs forget that they are holding up an actual person.

Then Dex’s eyes catch his, going wide at the interruption, and Nursey somehow finds it in himself to pretend that everything is exactly the same now as it was thirty seconds ago.

He looks away and heads for the fridge, his limbs remembering themselves once more.

“Hey, uh, sorry, I gotta go. Can I call you back?” Dex says into his cell phone on the other side of the Haus kitchen.

Nursey rummages through several pounds of butter in search of something edible. He silently repeats to himself his old mantra from Andover, from when he could barely see straight for the tears welling up in his eyes at every backhanded remark or micro-aggression. The mantra he used to train his emotions not to show themselves at every turn, the way they had done with abandon throughout his childhood.

“Write it down instead,” his sister suggested, when he confided to her his inability to keep things bottled up. And, after a time, that strategy seemed to work.

Write it down instead, he still tells himself now, at the end of his Sophomore year at Samwell, whenever the world becomes too much, whenever he feels suddenly as though his façade of always okay always fine always chill isn’t strong enough to handle the current situation.

Nursey begins to silently run through the words again in his head now, trying very hard not to analyze why he needs to.

“Um, so. How much of that did you hear?” Dex asks him, and luckily Nursey’s got his head buried so far into the freezer that he doesn’t have to cover his pained grimace.

“Not much, man, don’t worry about it. Hey, you think Bitty would murder us if we used his new oven for store-brand taquitos?”

He barely hears Dex’s reply, though, too busy faking normalcy. Too busy wondering who it was on the other end of Dex’s phone call that got to hear the words “I love you” from the guy, and so casually offered up that Dex must say it to her daily.

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— TIMELESS

PAIRING: park jimin x reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers au, seven minutes in heaven au, university au, one shot

WARNINGS: language

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: two people suggested similar ideas and idk if it’s the same person bc they’re on anon, but idc i love this so much~~ happy new year i hope you have fun and do everything you want to do!

SUMMARY: You did not have an explanation for why you hated Park Jimin, you just did.

MASTERLIST || BE ACTIVE!

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anon said: Could you do a 7 minute in heaven for jiminie?? Sort of like an enemies to lovers au..~

anon said: An enemies to lovers au for jiminie.. Please I love your writing♡

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You first encountered Park Jimin when you were around the age of fifteen in your dance academy. Jimin was one of the older boys in another group, but he stayed back to help your instructor teach you and the girls in your class. Your teacher had often compared you to Jimin, which resulted in your expectations of the boy to be set fairly high; after all, he had gotten into every competition you had, he was the most talented in his group, and he just so happened to be your school’s heartthrob. Everything was perfect about the boy a year and a half older than you, yet you could not adore him similar to the other girls. They swooned under his presence and made mistakes purposefully to have him assist them, while you performed the choreography with no issues or critiquing words from your instructor. You did not care for the boy everyone else admired.

Whenever you were placed in one of the higher classes full of students all older than you, Jimin was the one boy who caused you problems. Every opportunity he was given, Jimin would point out what he believed was not up to par. You were both set at the same skill level, yet he felt the audacity to critique you whenever he was not worthy of it. The class full of your seniors was difficult to keep up with along with your studies, but somehow you managed to rank the most intelligent student among your peers, skipping a grade up to Jimin’s. Jimin then decided that since he thought knew you that he would invite you to his friend group; there you met his six guy friends who all possessed bold personalities, and the girls who you soon called your closest friends.

Everything was perfect for a while, Jimin stayed away from you for the vast majority of the time and you tolerated one another for a bit. He did not make any comments whenever you performed in front of the class, and you didn’t trip him on the way out of the studio. Trouble only began brewing when your instructor noticed the tension between you two when a solo was announced. None of the other dancers attempted to win your teacher’s heart, but you and Jimin once again returned to your old ways. Fights occurred often, and you slapped him more times than you can count, which resulted in your instructor to notice and come up with a solution. A duet contest would be taking place a few weeks before the concert, and you and Jimin would perform alongside one another. She should have known the problems that would occur because of her suggestion.

Your duet received a perfect score, and Jimin got the solo.

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“How can two lovable people despise each other so much?” Sana laughed joyfully as you walked alongside her to the frat house the boys all lived in together. You rolled your eyes, deciding not to tell the story of your hatred in regards to Jimin, understanding Sana knew it well. She smiled while walking beside you, noticing the frown you carried thanks to Jimin who had continued to cause more problems. Even now with university, you and Jimin continue to be strict rivals constantly battling for the top spot, which he had just won today. When everyone began applying for colleges, you and Jimin just so happened to share the same dream of attending one of the most popular art and science universities while majoring in dance. You both got accepted into the college with a full ride of scholarships.

Approaching the front door of the frat house, Hoseok opened the door with a warm smile. Hoseok was another dancer, but he had attended another institution for dance than you and Jimin. He was just as talented, but specializing in a different genre. Hoseok found Sana during one of the first days when you introduced them to one another; being that Sana is your roommate in the dorms, they were constantly surrounded by one another and eventually began dating. Sana giggled as she was soon swept off of her feet by Hobi; you continued to walk past the happy couple into the frat house full of boys that you had grown close to, except Jimin of course.

“Namjoon, it’s to early to begin drinking,” you laughed, stealing the bottle from the boy who you often studied with. Namjoon was just as intelligent, only using his knowledge to become a doctor.

“Hey! It is too early to be scolding me like you’re older!” Namjoon teased you, taking ahold of the bottle of beer again. He wrapped his arm around you as you both laughed, being the big brother you never had. You were still the youngest of the group, even in university. The boys always found a way to help and protect you no matter your situation, including Jimin. Even if your competitive spirit with Jimin is severe, he still finds a way to help you whenever you need it. Many times you deny whatever he might suggest or offer, but he gives you the opportunity and reveals that he definitely does not hate you as much as you hate him. You peered up from your phone, your eyes meeting Jimin’s as he sat on the counter in the kitchen. “Your nemesis is here, Chim, and she’s looking furious.”

“Shut the f—”

“Y/N,” Jin giggled before you could speak what you initially wanted to respond with.  You glared up at Namjoon who held in his laughter, Hoseok and Sana walking in wearing big grins.  You never really desired having a relationship, always being so focused on dancing and your studies, which takes up all of your time.  With Sana and Hobi around, a small part of you wished you had someone as well, but you pushed that thought out.  Jin smiled at the couple as he handed you a sample of whatever food he was preparing for the small get together.  You grinned widely at the sight of the food Jin had made, loving anything that he cooked being that it all tasted wonderful.  You were not a very good cook, but you knew that with Jin’s help you could definitely become one. “This is my parents’ favorite.”

“I came up with a few games to play,” Taehyung stated as he stood beside Yoongi, who appeared as if he was going to fall asleep if we did not begin to play a game.  Everyone began clapping as all attention focused on Taehyung and his sheet of paper that he held close to his chest like a child doing a presentation.  You leaned on Namjoon, knowing he wouldn’t fall if you pushed him as hard as you could.  Jimin let out a sigh as he faced Taehyung, being the last person to give him their attention.  “A few of these are kind of risky, but the only two allowed to opt out are Sana and Hobi-hyung. The rest of us are fine being that we are not tied down into a relationship. Okay we have: spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, and truth or dare!”

“This is stupid! There are only three other girls!” Jungkook laughed, pointing to you, Jisoo, and Yeri.  Taehyung laughed as he covered his face with the sheet of paper, a groan escaping your lips knowing that the games always ended in you doing something crazy with one of the boys.  Out of all of the seven boys, you had kissed two of them thanks to Taehyung’s games — Namjoon and Jungkook.  Both of whom you promised to never speak of again, and an awkward feeling swarmed the two of you for at least a month.  Taehyung then shrugged, Jungkook facing you as he began laughing.  You shot a glare in his direction, your eyes meeting Jimin’s right after.  You had not noticed his gaze until you met it, realizing that he must have been staring at you for a while.  He did not flinch once you looked back, your cheeks reddening, but not his.

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“Alright! I nominate the first round of seven minutes in heaven to…” Yeri peered around the room, her bottom lip stuck out as she pondered who would be the best. Yeri was given the opportunity to pick because she was the only person who didn’t kiss someone else during spin the bottle. You kissed Namjoon for the second time, which was not that bad being that you could have had to kiss the pizza delivery guy, which ended up being Jisoo’s job. Yeri smirked as she leaned over to Jungkook, whispering in his ear for a second to have his eyes light up. He nodded rapidly, clapping his hands while waiting for Yeri to say the couple. “Y/N and Jimin!”

Soon, both you and Jimin were screaming at Yeri words that Jin would disapprove of. Everyone besides you two began laughing at your reactions which mimicked one another’s.

“You don’t have to do anything! You could both sit in there not saying a word!” Yeri laughed, yet you still did not want to be in a small space with Jimin. No matter if you both spent hours practicing with one another for multiple duets, his hands placed on your waist and hips at times, your faces merely centimeters away from touching, being close and not related to dancing slightly scared you. You were not scared of Jimin when it came to words, but you knew why he attracted girls — he has a way with moving that the average boy does not have. He is a talented dancer whose facial expressions differ from anybody else’s, and those expressions do not change depending on his location. “You two seriously danced the most intimate duets and made perfect scores. There is no reason why you can’t sit in a small space with one another!”

“For fucks sake!” You groaned before standing up and grabbing Jimin by his wrist. Everyone began cheering as you walked into the closet and sat down in the corner, scowling as Jimin closed the door. Darkness cascaded, and you heard as everyone stated outside that they were going to get more drinks in the kitchen. You huffed, your heart pounding in your chest as you heard Jimin take a seat. You understood he did not want to be in the situation either, but if neither of you had gotten up then you would have never lived the moment down. You rested your head against the wall, taking a deep breath as you screwed your eyes shut. Silence fell in the space, and not a single sound was heard outside of the closet either. You wanted to crawl into the floor right there and disappear for the rest of eternity.

“Why do you hate me?”

Seriously? You do everything to put me at a lower rank,” you replied, and you heard Jimin shuffling around.

“I do not; I simply want you to use the talent you have to the best of your capabilities! You’re younger than everyone so we all want you to be the best! I only tell you what’s wrong because you’re good enough to do anything,” Jimin stated, and soon you felt his arm against yours. He had moved to sit closer to you, which was not expected being that you both had put up a fight to not be stuck with one another. Jimin sighed, yet the small action made you feel small. Jimin had always been intimidating, you had just suppressed the feeling and pushed yourself to be better. He was gentle, and you knew that, you just did not comprehend it.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked.

“I don’t,” Jimin breathed. He must have held his breath until you responded, which you had not noticed until then. You nodded although you understood he could not see you, feeling your heart pounding rapidly due to the close space you both were forced to be in. You attempted to lower your legs from your chest, and your feet hit the wall opposite of you and Jimin. Despite the proximity, you still found yourself able to be comfortable. “I sat on a box over there and it didn’t feel too safe, so I’m sorry if I’m close. I don’t hate you, because if you haven’t noticed that would be very hard. You’re very likable, and everyone I know wants to be with you or your friend. You have this thing about you that I, yet alone anyone, can not figure out.”

“Says the guy who has girls crawling to his feet!” You replied, hearing a chuckle leave Jimin’s lips. He did not even deny your accusations, which proved your point. You and Jimin are complete opposites — he is confident, definitely not a virgin, and a pro at everything he attempts; you are shy, a virgin, and it takes you forever to master something. You rolled your eyes, Jimin’s side resting against yours which caused him more problems then it did you.

Jimin, like every guy he knew, found himself fascinated with you. You are unapologetic about dancing sensually, and compared to the other female dancers, you’re a goddess. Whenever you would perform duets with one another, he was conscious of placing his hands on you, believing you’d snap at him if he did not hold you right. Jimin believed the blush appearing on your cheeks whenever you danced together was simply from practicing, unaware of the fact that you remained single.

“Not the girl I want,” Jimin muttered. “She is focused on what really matters, unlike me. She is devoted to her work, while I am struggling to pay attention to anything because she’s on my mind.” You bit down on your tongue at Jimin’s words, not really knowing what the feeling is like. You wondered how long you had been cooped up in the closet for, but you did not mind the time either way. You and Jimin had a different understanding of one another after being forced into the same compact space. You felt your heart beating, your head telling you to make a promise to not treat each other like you used to. You lacked the confidence to actually speak up though, not wanting to interrupt Jimin with his small story. Minutes ago, you wouldn’t have cared.

“Do I know her?” You whispered, running your hand through your hair.

“She just spoke.”

“You fucker!” You laughed, playfully elbowing his side, expecting Jimin to laugh back and say that he got you. Only he didn’t, remaining silent while waiting for you to continue. You felt your heart racing in your chest by this point, not knowing how to continue the conversation being that Jimin had just confessed to you, and your cheeks were definitely red and hot. Jimin was the only boy you knew who was potentially worth your time, and you shared the same hobbies. Jimin had no flaws, which meant he was completely perfect and your younger self who didn’t know him would have told you to jump at the chance. You squeezed your eyes shut as you waited for Jimin to tell you that it was a joke, or ‘how could you ever believe such a lie?’

“I’m serious.”

“Then show me.”

You crawled onto Jimin’s lap, your legs on either side of him. You did not know where your confidence originated, being that you would have never made such a move with anyone. Jimin did not hesitate, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him which you didn’t realize was possible. You felt his breath on your face, his lips connecting with the skin of your neck. You squeezed your eyes closed as you clutched onto the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips raising the hem of your shirt so he could touch the delicate skin lining your waist. You felt your cheeks warming as you realized what was occurring, tapping your hand against Jimin’s chest.

“You idiot, don’t leave a mark where they can see,” you whispered, and Jimin nodded before stretching the collar of your shirt to connect his lips to your shoulder. You smiled faintly while struggling not to make a noise that could possibly be heard outside. Your hands lowered, your fingertips gliding down Jimin’s chest which you never realized was completely muscle. He hummed, which turned into your motivation to keep going. You began to slowly move your hips, Jimin’s lips removing themselves from your shoulders. You did not know if you were correctly starting what you figured would be a long night, but Jimin seemed to be enjoying your actions. You continued lowering your fingertips until they met the waistband of his jeans, your fingers lingering over the button of them. Jimin rubbed small circles on the small of your back, breathing softly against your neck.

Times up! We’re not going to open the door because nobody wants to get up, but get out of there!”

You snapped back into reality, the lust that once filled your eyes disappearing. Jimin gently placed a kiss upon your lips, almost hesitantly like everything that once occurred never did. You smiled faintly and nodded, getting off of his lap and sitting on the floor. You then realized that noise was happening outside of the closet, and that everyone was laughing while clearly having a fun time. Jimin placed his hand on your thigh while softly chuckling, your hands meeting his hair to flatten it down so it does not look too crazy. Despite the lack of lighting, you understood both of you looked different then when you first entered, which would raise some eyebrows. You took a deep breath as Jimin squeezed your hand, the both of you standing up to begin walking out to see the group of people behind the act. As you opened the door, words were spoken that you never thought you would ever hear.

“You don’t hate each other anymore, do you?”

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One Shot//Halloween Party

Summary: After countless demands from jungkook for you to stay home while he goes to a party, what happens when you surprisingly show up anyways.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut(Fingering, Rough Sex)

Word Count: 2.5k

Authors Note: This is my first time writing a one shot, so have mercy on me lol.

………

 As you lay in bed, the sounds of kids yelling “trick or treat”, dogs barking, and laughter are all you can hear outside through the thin windows of your apartment.

Not just your apartment, but your boyfriends as well. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, who was no where around at the moment, due to the promises he made to his best friend, to help and host a big Halloween party that they were having at a fraternity house, right outside of college campus.

His “demands” for you to stay home were reasons being, he didn’t want anything happening to you and because the party “isn’t your scene”, that there would be drinking, smoking, and hundreds of people there in general doing god knows what. All things that didn’t really fit your description of a comfortable and fun environment, so you decided to listen to him.

After hours of sitting around in front of a television, thinking about  jungkook obsessively, you decide to contact your best friend Maggie,(who surprisingly wasn’t at any parties) out of boredom to come sit at your place for a while. You ignored her concerned tone over the phone, telling her that everything was fine and that you just needed some company.

After a while, there were a couple of knocks on your front door, and you opened it to be faced with Maggie’s bright smile, and a big bag in her hand. As she made her way inside of the apartment, your eyes never left the bag as you closed the door and followed her over to the couch.

“What’s in there?” You confusingly ask.

“My camera and some costumes, I figured since we’re going to be sitting in here for Halloween, we might as well have a photoshoot. She wiggles her brows, while dumping everything out of the bag onto the couch. She catches on to your dumbfounded expression.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quiet, since jungkook is sleeping I’m guessing.”

“Jungkook isn’t even home, he’s at a party, I’m just shocked because I wasn’t expecting all of this” You refer to the costumes while lightly laughing.

She stops what she’s doing and looks up at you. “What do you mean he’s at a party? And why aren’t you there with him?” She begins to question.

You didnt blame her for her surprised reaction. You and jungkook were inseparable, and went almost everywhere together. 

“Some fraternity Halloween party right outside of campus, he’s helping his friend host it, and he told me to stay home” you explain and can’t help but to roll your eyes at the annoyance of it all.

Maggie stands up in front of you with her arms crossed. “The big annual Halloween party?! And I’m sorry but what do you mean he told you”

“Exactly what I said” you sit back on the couch.

Maggie looks at you, and stands there for a while as if she’s thinking hard on something.

After moments of nothing being said, she finally breaks the silence. “Well now you definitely have to go, because you’re not his little bitch” she says and you simply laugh in response.

“No way, now let me see the costumes you brought” you try changing the subject.

“Yes ,you can see the costume that you’re going to wear to that party, and I have the perfect one for you.” She pulls out a red dress, a devil horn headband, and thigh high boots.

“The devil…known for breaking rules.” she winks. “Just like you’re about to do”

“No maggie” you complain.

You told yourself and Maggie over and over that you refused to show up to that party, especially in that costume that just screams “slut” and looks absolutely uncomfortable, but hours later you found yourself in the passenger seat of Maggie’s car, full of confidence in the same exact costume, with you hair and make up done.

Maggie who was dressed as a “sexy cowgirl” never went wrong with manipulation, and the whole car ride was spent with her telling you how good you looked and that you were going to “show him.”

Maggie pulls into the huge parking lot of the frat house, and she already yelling of excitement, when she’s sees people she’s friends with. You both walk make your way up the sidewalk that leads to the frat house front door.

 When you enter the frat house, the smell of marijuana instantly flies up your nose. Girls are in provocative costumes, guys are playing beer pong, while girls cheer them on, obviously looking for attention, and when you look behind you, Maggie has already disappeared.

Great.

 You already regret coming here, and as much as you want to turn back around and run back home, you think about what Maggie said about being jungkooks bitch, and decide to further yourself inside of the party.

 Jungkook is no where in sight, and you start to realize people looking and admiring you. Some guys even go to the extreme of whistling at you.

 “Haven’t seen you around here before” a male voice interrupts you from your thoughts, and you turn to face him. He has blondish/brownish hair, about the same height as you, and he’s wearing a T-shirt with Greek letters on it, which makes you believe he’s part of this fraternity.

 “Oh…erm yeah I’ve never really been to any of these fraternity parties” you state.

 “Who did you come with?” He questions.

 “My friend Maggie, but she has disappeared” you say while looking around, praying that you see her. Not that there was anything wrong with the guy talking to you, but you hated small talk, especially with strangers, and the way he was nervously looking at you up and down was making you feel odd.

“Well my name is jimin, I can show you around if you’d like.. introduce you to a couple of people” he offers.

You look around once more to see if Maggie is around so that you’ll have an excuse to run off. But you don’t see her anywhere. You slowly start to realize what you came here for, to have fun, not to look like a lost puppy. You know you’re best off going with jimin than wandering around the party looking like an idiot.

 “Sure, I’d love that” you say to jimin with a smile. “My name is y/n by the way.”

 “Alright y/n follow me” he says, while making his way over to a circle of people, with you right behind him. The group of people look like they just got finished with a game. Jimin introduces you to all of them, all of them welcoming you in. The females give you countless compliments, and the males look at you with open mouths, which causes you to blush nervously.

 Jimin takes a seat, and pats the seat incredibly close to his, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, once you take the seat. As much as you want to pull away, you don’t want to look like an asshole in front of all of the people you just met, so you just stay still. It’s not that you feel uncomfortable, you just feel guilty, knowing jungkook, your boyfriend, was in the same house and could see you any minute.

 “So what game are you all playing” jimin asks the group, and they all yell for beer pong, while giggling. Most of them are obviously drunk already.

 You’re not too sure about playing, because you’re not in a drinking mood, so you stay seated next to jimin, while others set up the table.

 After a couple of minutes of small talk, Jimin turns to face you, giving you his full attention.

“Your costume is very nice by the way” he compliments you with a smile.

“Thank y-

“I agree” a male voice says behind you, cutting you off and it doesn’t take you long to realize who it is.

Fuck.

“Also have you ever heard of personal space?!” he says to jimin while flinging his arm off of your shoulders with his hand. He does not look or sound the least bit of happy.

“Jungkook what is your problem?” jimin says standing up. He obviously has no idea you’re his girlfriend.

“Let’s go” jungkook ignores jimins and  grabs your hand, lifting you up, and you sling it back out, crossing your arms.

“Maybe I want to stay” your voice cracks, and you don’t sound as demanding as you want at all.

“Y/n…let’s go” his voice gets calmer, pleading with you, and when you look around, you notice the whole group is looking at you guys, so you decide to comply with jungkook to avoid causing a scene. You grab his hand and follow him through the party and out the front door to his car. You’d have to call Maggie later to check up on her.

The whole car ride back home is filled with silence. The only sounds being heard are your deep breaths. When he pulls into the apartments, he parks the car, and gets out without saying a word. You follow him up the stairs, and watch him unlock the front door and hold it open for you with a blank expression. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on already for what was to come.

The moment jungkook closes the front door, he makes his way over to you, never losing eye contact as he corners you into the wall, with his head tilted as if he’s examining every piece of you.

“Y/n…..” he deeply whispers with a disagreeing tone and a sly smirk, while shaking his head at you.

His simple actions, have you feeling as if you may explode already. His calm, but cocky attitude, and demeaning yet lustful eyes makes it hard to breathe as you lean against the wall with his body so close to yours, you’re nearly touching.

“I’m pretty sure I remember telling you to stay home..did I not?” He whispers while rubbing his hands up your thighs, slowly lifting the dress. His cool breath hits your neck, and your only response is a quick moan, as your eyes flutter closed.

“Answer me” he demands, and you comply.

“Yes…yes you did” you stutter, as he begins to play with the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs. His fingers begin to rub circles across your folds, and you’re nearly embarrassed on how easy they glide, due to how wet you are already.

“Then why were you at the party? Especially in this” he drags the word, referring to your costume, as he looks down to get a better look.

“Fuck… where did you even get this?” He asks while continuing to glide his fingers between your legs.

As you try to explain, you feel his long fingers enter you, cutting your words off. He wastes no time teasing you, as he pumps them in and out of you at a fast pace. Your knees immediately feel weak so you grip onto his shoulders for support as your head falls back into the wall, while your mouth lets out uncontrollable moans. When you look down , you can see his dick bulging against the front of his jeans, begging to come out.

As he pumps his fingers even faster, you force your shaky hands out towards his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, letting them fall to the floor so he’s left in nothing but his boxers. Once again his fingers stop you from your actions and you bring your shaky hands back to his shoulders gripping tightly.

“I’m going to cum” you whimper.

He curls his fingers inside of you, and pulls them out right at your brink.

“Not just yet babygirl…take this dress off” he demands while doing the same, taking off his shirt, and sliding his boxers down, stepping out of them along with his jeans that are pooled at the bottom of his feet. His dick springs up, the veins are very visible and his tip is extremely red, making you even more wet.

You need him. Now.

Jungkook admires your body as you slide the tight dress off and unsnap your bra, exposing everything to him, as he does in return considering the fact that you were now both completely naked.

When he makes his way closer to you, his lips connect with your neck, and his hands squeezes your hips before lifting you up effortlessly against the wall. You can feel his tip rubbing against you, and you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, letting him know you need him inside of you now.

Once he positions himself, he enters you completely, and your eyes roll back immediately.

“God baby… you’re so fucking wet” he groans, while rocking his hips into yours, guiding yours along with his.

You loved watching him this way. The way he loses control of himself ,while being inside of you. The way his head falls into your shoulders, when the pleasure is overwhelming, and how his lips form into a perfect O.

When his eyes meets yours they are dark, nearly black. Without warning he speeds up his pace drastically, fucking you relentlessly into the wall, without breaking eye contact.

“This is what happens when you don’t follow the rules” he grunts, pushing himself deeper inside of you, so that he was now hitting your gspot continuously.

The feeling of him getting harder, throbbing inside of you, was slowly bringing you to the edge. The pleasure so intense that you felt as if you may pass out.

“Please don’t stop” you whine, as your head fall back into the wall. The faster he moves, the more lost you become. You can’t move or speak as the pleasure shoots through your body. You know you’re going to cum any second.

“Cum for me baby..cum all over my dick” he demands, and that’s all it takes for you to let go.

“Y/N” He moans repeatedly while enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him. Your wetness is heard clearly in a mixture of sounds of his skin slapping against yours.

His thrusts start to get sloppier and slower and you begin to feel him twitch inside of you. Soon his cum shoots inside of you, and both of your bodies become weak.

He holds you up for a while after, both of you breathing heavily, trying to take back in your surroundings. When he slowly lets you go, you slide your back against the wall, slowly gliding to the floor, and he joins you.

“Did you learn a lesson?” he playfully asks. You nudge him and lean into his shoulder.

“Yeah that maybe I should disobey you more often” you say and he chuckles.

He stands up and offers a hand out to you, and you take it.

“I think we need a shower” he suggests while winking at you, and you follow him into the bathroom starting what you just finished all over again.

The end.

regularghostly  asked:

Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?

NSDJFKHJGDNKSFHBKSMFJNGH HOW ABOUT THIS:


The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl. 

It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).

So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.

Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.

Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance. 

Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak. 

Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that. 

So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.

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Hold on to the memories

OMG HI HELLO wonderful person, who sent me one of my first prompts ever!!! :D 💖💖💖 Man, I feel like that was aaaages ago :D Thank you so much for this ask! I would NEVER ignore this!! :D Although, I have to admit I rarely write sequels, well in this case prequel, to any of my ficlets. BUT a few other people have messaged me about a sequel, too. And you guys were all so sweet about it! So, @potterlocked16, once again, thank you so much! 💖 :)

This time, it’s from Draco’s pov.

It’s on AO3 as well, if you prefer to read it there :)

And you can find part 1 here or also here on AO3 :)


“What are you smiling about?”

Making sure he wouldn’t spill his coffee, Draco slowly leaned back in his chair. Without breaking eye contact with his boyfriend, he placed his feet on the table and crossed them at the ankles.

“Nothing,” he said, his smile widening.

“You’re wearing the socks,” Harry remarked.

“I know.” It didn’t even occur to Draco to give Harry some snarky or witty retort. His mind was preoccupied with other things. Happiness, for the most part.

They had come a long way since they had first moved in together over two years ago. What a roller coaster ride it had been! For almost a year, they had just been flatmates. Sure, they had spent a lot of time together, but it had taken quite some time before things had changed. It had all started with their mutual desire to spend their evenings at home, rather than going out. They’d just eat dinner and sometimes watch television together. Draco had become quite fond of spending their evenings like this.

At first, he had been wary of this weird Muggle device that had suddenly replaced one of their shelves in the living room. Harry had assured him, he’d like it. And he did. This television thing was quite entertaining. But that wasn’t the part Draco liked most.

At that point, there wasn’t much they didn’t share. Except for Draco’s shampoo. But Harry knew not to touch it. Just like Harry knew Draco would be cold on the sofa. He distinctly remembered that one night, when Harry had gotten the ball rolling…


Draco felt his lips stretch into a smile as he watched his flatmate approach, a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a blanket in the other. They were so in sync by now, they barely needed any words to know what the other needed. Draco took the bowl from Harry while he draped the blanket over the both of them.

“What are we watching tonight?” Draco asked. Not that he really cared. Rather than watching the movie, he usually watched Harry. His face and his reactions to the plot twists were so captivating. Tonight was no exception. Harry’s eyes were wide and he absentmindedly shoved popcorn into his mouth every now and then, while the bloke in the weird black suit with pointy ears (apparently he had a thing for bats or something?) speeded into the night on his motorcycle.

As much fun as it was to watch Harry like this, Draco realised he had been sitting in the same position far too long. His left leg felt numb and his neck was beginning to hurt. He started shifting, causing the blanket to fall on the floor.

“Sorry,” Draco mumbled. “My leg has gone dead.”

“Hold on,” Harry said, changing his position and putting the popcorn aside. “Here, give me your feet.”

Draco frowned.

“What?”

“Give me your feet,” Harry repeated. He patted his lap and gave Draco an expectant look. Slowly, Draco stretched out his feet. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this. He didn’t like people touching his feet. Not many had done so, but he just knew he didn’t like it. As soon as his heels touched Harry’s thighs, Harry put the blanket over them again, slipping his hands underneath. He started rubbing Draco’s ankles, much to Draco’s surprise. Huh. That didn’t feel so bad. Actually…

Draco let out a contented sigh. Who would have thought having Harry Potter as a flatmate would have such benefits?

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at said flatmate. It had been a long time since he had thought of him as ‘Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived’. To him, he was just Harry now. No more ‘Golden Boy’ or ‘The Chosen One’. Just Harry. The potential love of your life. Oh, Merlin! Not that again! Draco inwardly groaned. His mind was such a traitor sometimes. Actually, lately, it was all the time.

It didn’t matter if Harry was cooking dinner, coming out of the shower, or reading in one of the armchairs, Draco always stopped in his tracks and just watched him. He couldn’t not do it. It was like a reflex. Speaking of reflexes… Draco’s right knee suddenly jerked when he felt Harry’s fingers on his bare skin.

What was he doing? Harry’s fingers were brushing his shin. Draco had been so preoccupied in thought, he hadn’t realised how Harry’s hand had slowly found its way up his trousers leg. Was Harry even aware of what he was doing? He seemed to be completely absorbed in the movie.

“I need something to drink. You want something?” Harry asked, not taking his eyes off the television.

Draco just shook his head and watched Harry as he went into the kitchen. He could still feel Harry’s touch on his skin and it utterly confused him. He desperately wanted him to touch him again, but would that even happen? Had that just been an accident?

When Harry returned with a glass of water, Draco tried to act as normal as possible. Which wasn’t that easy to do, because holy shit, what was Harry doing? He hadn’t been sitting this close to Draco before! Now, Draco’s thighs were on Harry’s lap and Harry was almost touching his bum. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!

The following twenty minutes were the most uncomfortable in Draco’s life. Okay, maybe not the most uncomfortable, but uncomfortable enough. Because he didn’t dare move a muscle in his body. He stayed completely rigid, afraid of making Harry realise Draco was basically sitting in his lap. But he had to move sometime.

Not wanting to end this but feeling curious at the same time, Draco slowly leaned forward. He acted as if he was just stretching a little bit, but instead of leaning back to his original position, he rested his head on the back of the sofa, right next to Harry’s shoulder. Now, he’d just have to move his head down a few inches and he’d basically be snuggling with Harry. Sweet Merlin! Okay, stay calm. Act natural. Do it gradually.

When his cheek made the first contact with Harry’s jumper, Draco almost made a strangled sound. Almost there! It seemed almost too good to be true when he was finally nestled on Harry’s shoulder. Draco couldn’t resist reclining his head. As a result, his nose was pressing against Harry’s throat. Oh dear God! He smelled so, so good!

When Harry suddenly started moving, Draco thought he was about to be pushed away. Instead, Harry draped one arm around Draco, pulling him even closer to him. He placed his free hand on Draco’s forearm and then Draco felt Harry’s cheek on top of his head. Merlin’s pants! Now he was really sitting in Harry’s lap and there was no denying that this was full-on snuggling!

It wasn’t like they hadn’t had physical contact before, but not like this. Draco had often imagined what it would be like, having Harry’s arms around him, but he had never dared to hope it would actually come true. It was a curious feeling. He felt warm, giddy and secure.

Being held like this was a completely new experience for Draco. Sometimes, especially as a child, his mother had hugged him or patted his back… But it had always been because Draco had been crying, because he had a nightmare or had scraped his knee while playing in the garden. There had always been a reason. She had comforted him because he had been upset.

For the longest time, Draco hadn’t thought he needed anything more than that. From anyone. Being hugged for no reason at all seemed like such a strange concept. Until Draco discovered there was always a reason, wasn’t there?

He desperately wished he could look into Harry’s head right now. What was his reason for doing this? Did he feel the same things Draco felt right now? It wasn’t likely. Then again…

Draco peeked at Harry from under his lashes. How many times had he been hugged as a child? As an adult? Draco still didn’t know everything about Harry’s past, but the things he had told him, still appalled him. Looking back, Draco hadn’t had the best childhood either, but, at least, he had been happy then.

The urge to take Harry’s pain away often clouded his judgement, resulting in soppy little presents or biting his tongue when they were about to fight. It was so unlike him and he wasn’t even sure if Harry had noticed any of it. It wasn’t like Draco was trying to woo him or anything. He just… couldn’t help it. But maybe, judging from their current snuggling situation, Harry wanted to be wooed? Maybe he even wanted to woo Draco?

Well, there was only one way to find out…

Heart beating wildly, Draco decided to push his luck. He started drawing circles with his thumb on Harry’s hand. His mind was so firmly programmed on being rejected, he couldn’t believe it when Harry started to do the same.

Sitting so close to him, suddenly made Draco extremely nervous. And because of his traitorous body, Harry would know exactly how nervous he was. Draco’s whole body shook with every violent heartbeat. There was no way this was going unnoticed. And surely, Harry had noticed Draco was breathing heavily, too.

But as embarrassing as this was, Harry hadn’t pulled away. That was a good sign, right? Well, he was still watching the movie intently. But he couldn’t be so distracted, he didn’t realise what was going on, right? Right? Well, Draco would have to get his attention to find out…

Slowly, he leaned his head back further and started caressing Harry’s jaw with the tip of his nose. If Harry just turned his head a little bit… Come on, look at me! It would probably knock all the breath out of Draco’s lung, but he already felt breathless. All he could think about was the fact that he might be kissing Harry Potter in the next few seconds. If he would just turn his head and look at me!

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Sterek & ALL the Christmas Fics

I have no self control when it comes to Christmas fics. None. So, this is my top 60 list of christmas fics. Yes, top 50 would have been cooler but then I would have to delete some fics *gasp*  The newer fics are at the top.  Also, I did not update the ugly christmas sweater fics those ones are here

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The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.

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Derek doesn’t even need to think about it because he knows it’s a bad idea. He’ll kiss Stiles and get to know what it’s like, and his heart will break because he won’t ever get to have him, that this is out of friendship only.
But this might be his only chance.

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The flamingo in the yard by  Vendelin | 6.1K

It isn’t fair that Stiles needs to work Christmas, when his dad is on the other side of the country. Or that his really hot, next door neighbour is around for the holidays as well. Or that there’s a power outage that makes things even worse. Or better.

Caring for Your Caroler by  mikkimouse | 2K

Derek’s neighbor is singing Christmas carols in the backyard at 2 a.m. Derek’s going to kill him.

Layover by  dr_girlfriend | 3.6K

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?…

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

hooked on (dangling by a yarn) by  extantecstasy | 19.1K

One hundred days, ten scarves, one Christmas, and Stiles’ dormant magic has to ruin everything.

nom de plume by  bleep0bleep | 3.9K

There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one.
Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.

the amber of the moment by  redhoodedwolf | 23.2K

Ever since he was eight years old, Stiles had been running. Fate decided it was time to stop.

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by  WhoNatural | 5.4K

Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.

Regression to the Mean by  theroguesgambit | 16.5K

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

sometimes fate is like a small snowstorm by  thepsychicclam | 8.1K

In a coffee shop two days before Christmas, Derek meets Stiles. Despite neither of them being interested in relationships, they spend an unforgettable evening together, but then part ways. During the following years, Stiles competes in the Olympics, Derek tours the world - and neither of them forget. Then twelve years later, two days before Christmas, Derek finds Stiles in that same coffee shop. 

Red Against the Snow by  Ember | 34.2K

Stiles is trapped for the holidays in the cabin of a strange man/hermit named Derek. A strangely friendly wolf befriends Stiles during his stay. It’s up to the teenager to find out why Derek has secluded himself from society, what the feelings he’s beginning to have means, and what the connection between the mysterious man and the mysterious black wolf is.

Let it snow! Let it snow! (but please let it stop eventually) by  relenafanel | 19.1K

Stiles grew up with his bedroom window overlooking Derek’s bedroom, so when he returns home for the holidays he’s surprised to find a stranger in his nerdy neighbour’s bedroom.

Only, he’s not much of a stranger.

It is Derek Hale, the guy who is going to be his new step brother, if the rumours are true.

Abominable by  Revenant | 20.2K

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

You Got Us An Ornament by  TheRealNightTempest | 18K

With the Pack out of town for Christmas and his dad and Melissa on the honeymoon they never had, Stiles plans to craft his way through the holidays to distract himself from being alone. When he realizes his plan isn’t as fun by himself, Stiles turns to Derek Hale to help him out as the only other miserable guy left in Beacon Hills at Christmas.

Or the one where Stiles loves Pinterest and forces Derek to help him bake ten different cookies and break out his hot gluing skills. There might be heaping amounts of feels. You have been warned.

The Long Way Around by  banryeo, secondstar | 10.2K

After searching through his family’s vault, Derek finds a key to a vacation cabin that his family own. He decides to fix it, along with allowing himself to heal for the first time since his family’s death. In taking the time for himself, he comes to realize his feelings for Stiles, albeit slowly.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by  mikkimouse | 1.1K

“you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry christmas”

made from the heart by  bleep0bleep | 2.7K

Derek has been crushing on Stiles for awhile, and thinks maybe this Christmas season he’ll tell him how he feels. He’s got a great present too, except when Stiles gives him a thoughtful handmade present, Derek is pretty much screwed.

Scott and Stiles own a Christmas Tree Farm | tumblr ficlet

Derek just has to cut down the perfect tree. And maybe Laura and Cora have ulterior motives for Derek and the cute Christmas tree farm owner.

The Natural Binding Properties of Pine Sap by  uraneia | 4.2K

Derek saves a nymph from being somebody’s Christmas decoration. As a reward, the nymph grants him a twig of mistletoe.

If Derek had known the mistletoe would come to life and goad him into kissing people at random, he might have tried to refuse.

your presence is a present by  bleep0bleep | 1.6K

For some reason Derek had this idea in his head of an elderly grandfatherly type who liked to tell silly jokes, read stories to kids in classrooms and let them wear his badge.

Stiles is, for lack of a better word, hot.

Bet On It by  IDreamOnlyOfYou (lauren3210) | 8.3K

Stiles is an RN and Derek the attending trauma surgeon at Beacon Hills Hospital. They’re constantly arguing, much to the amusement of their colleagues, who ultimately decide to take bets on when the sexual tension will finally explode. The only question is, who will win the jackpot?

The Ribbon on My… by  Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 11.3K

Derek had assumed that he and Stiles would give each other simple things, swapping books or DVDs or jokey gifts, random dollar store toys and junk food.

A Thrill of Hope by  bigboobedcanuck | 4K

Stiles crashes through the forest with Derek in his sights, stopping every so often to launch another snowball and duck one of Derek’s. Obviously Derek could outrun him in a heartbeat if he wanted to, but for some bizarre reason he apparently wants to hang out with Stiles and have an epic snowball fight. Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle. Or maybe Derek is just as bored and lonely as Stiles is.

All I Want for Christmas (Is You) by  blindinglights | 9.2K

Derek meets Stiles in a department store while shopping for his family, after seeing a little girl crying for her Dad on the floor. They part ways and Derek doesn’t think he’ll see Stiles again. Beacon Hills may not be that big, but it still doesn’t mean he’ll ever run into Stiles, because that’s just not how Derek’s life works. Despite what Erica tries to tell him whenever she can, that sometimes fate can happen, Christmas miracles, whatever, it won’t.

(Or, the one where Stiles is a single dad, Derek falls for him, and Christmas ends up better than Derek expected.)

12 Days of Hale Publishing by relenafanel | 7,533

Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.

“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.

“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.

“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”

“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”

A Hale for the Holidays by rlnerdgirl | 38,095

“I sent you a Christmas card that got sent back to me. Did you get a new apartment?” his dad wonders. The question is all suspicion and little anything else.

A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!

“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.

Two things keep Stiles from bashing his face onto the table: there’s a steaming cup of coffee in the way and, more importantly, his dad will definitely hear. Someone passes by in front of him and a semi-familiar book cover catches his eye. “Derek Hale,” he muses, and stops. No. That wasn’t meant to be out loud.

A Missed Opportunity Is Found by alyshajade (larrymates) |3,362

Derek was more than halfway done with shelving the new shipment of Young Adult fantasy novels by the time Stiles finally breezed through the door, signaling his late arrival with the dull jingling of the bell. He wasn’t even in his work clothes yet, and Derek noted with disdain the streaks of mud that covered Stiles from head to toe.

“You’re more than an hour late,” Derek stated, more of a fact than an admonishment. Stiles was not only the boss’ kid, he was a snarky, arrogant teenage boy with an abundance of confidence, and Derek could rarely muster the nerve to stand up to him, regardless of his position as manager.

Assholes In Love by serenelystrange |3,819

These two assholes can’t figure out what to get each other for Christmas. Their friends are absolutely no help. But it all works out.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside by Jebiwonkenobi | 2,791

Beacon Hills has a snow storm. Totally-not-cuddling happens.

bah humbug (no, that’s too strong) by mywholecry | 6,384

Derek buys locks for his stupid burnt-out shell of a home, even though half of the place is exposed to the open air and it’s not exactly the fortress of solitude that a tragic anti-hero like Derek really deserves. He installs them on the front door one by one while Stiles sits cross-legged on the porch and watches, leans backwards onto his hands.

But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles | 30,266

“We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly.

“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.

Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles—

Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.

Come Fly With Me (Or Don’t) by stilinskisparkles | 15,325

Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn’t seen since high school but really doesn’t mind getting reacquainted with. Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.

Cupboard Love by mklutz | 32,682

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

Deck the Hales with Mistletoe and Holly by tryslora | 32,827

Stiles recognizes that there are a number of reasons why this is a bad idea.

or

The one where Stiles manages to somehow imply that he might be dating his exceedingly hot TA for freshman lit, and ends up inviting him home for the holidays (along with his two crazy sisters) and really hopes that Lydia doesn’t find out he was lying and kill him before maybe he can make it so he’s not lying after all…

Denial by ericaismeg |4,924

Scott thinks they’re flirting. Isaac’s betting on Derek sniffing him. The Sheriff thinks they’re dating. Erica and Boyd are rooting for them. Derek’s waiting for him to figure it out.

Stiles is the only one in denial.

Glad Tidings by stilinskisparkles |24,166

“Eight people are going to be descending on our home in a mere matter of days, Derek.” Stiles grabs the pizza box, uses it to gesture at the pile of books and papers under the table, away and towards Derek’s sneaker collection. “You want them to think we live like this all the time?”

“We do live like this all the time,” Derek huffs, stretching lazily.

how you doin’? by decideophobia |6,768

“So,” Derek says eventually, because he feels awkward and uncomfortable, “how you doin’?”

I Thought You Would Like That by Emela | 7,325

Derek and Stiles get locked in a room together at an office Christmas party and end doing something about all that unresolved sexual tension.

i wish i had a river by thepsychicclam |15,588

Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

Mistletoe Never Lies by CarolineLahey | 19,220

Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace.

He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.

My World Is Filled With Cheer And You by bleep0bleep | 10,832

“It was a last minute decision. Single parents with children draw attention to themselves in this type of neighborhood, and this department didn’t have a big budget to relocate all the werewolf and werewolf sympathizers that were targeted on this list. We’ve combined a lot of our relocation assignments. It ended up working out that another family, Mr. Stilinski and his son, looked like a good fit for you guys, so you’ll be sharing a home with them for the time being.” Markowski grins at him. “Congratulations! You’re married!”

In which Derek and his daughter are displaced just in time for the holidays, matched up with Stiles and his young son in a government protection program.

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver |27,019

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be. “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Secret Santa by Jebiwonkenobi | 10,866

Stiles was all odd angles and squirming. He shoved words into spaces where they shouldn’t go. He stood his ground when he should have run. He helped and protected Derek and the pack without ever asking for anything in return. Derek found himself wanting a lot of things from Stiles that he hadn’t allowed himself to want from anyone in a long time, which made Stiles feel like a cliff that he was in danger of leaping off of.

Solstice Alpha by Dira Sudis (dsudis) |11,152

The traditional Hale pack solstice party gets resurrected by the new and improved-from-ten-months-ago Hale pack.

Thank You For Breaking My Heart by Loz |14,458

Even though Christmas was the fucking worst, Derek had a moment to hang his hopes on — Scott coming into the coffee shop and gracing him with his smile. Little did Derek know that rescuing Scott from hunters would lead to him convincing Scott’s family they were engaged. This might not have been such a problem if Scott’s step-brother Stiles wasn’t so suspicious and oddly charming.

Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most by stilinskisparkles | 5,470

Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it’s Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

The Christmas Raffle by mikkimouse | 10,386

Every year, the royal Hale family raffles off a Christmas dinner with Prince Derek to raise money for charity. But this year, the winner is the second chance Derek didn’t know he was looking for.

The Company I Keep by secondstar | 67,551

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear by owlpostagain | 7,817

There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.

With A Little Christmas Magic by AceLotti |10,669

Stiles is jobless this Christmas and as a last resort, is stuck playing one of Santa’s elves at the mall. The job is a bust, and Stiles isn’t really in the Christmas mood, until he finds salvation in the Starbucks at the food court, not only in hiding from kids, but in one very sexy barista named Derek.

You put a Hallmark on my Heart by giantteenwolforgy | 3,325

Stiles is funny and smart and kind and is also his daughter’s teacher and his boss’s son. On the list of people who are off-limits, Stiles has held the top spot for as long as Derek has known him.

Since Derek is Derek, Stiles also happens to rank number one on the list of people Derek is in love with. Seriously. His life is like a bad Hallmark movie.

In the New Year by pyes | 43,507

In Beacon Hills they don’t say “Happy Holidays.” Instead they say “Yo, Derek,” which translates to “I’m pretty sure I soul-bound my sorry ass to the floor of your loft, four years ago, while reading spells off the internet.” I think that’s beautiful.

The Rest of Your Life by paradis | 4,168

“Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake.

Nightmare - Winchester Brothers

I’m sorry I haven’t written in a little while! School is just making me really busy. I’ll try and post once at least every two weeks. I’m sorry of I can’t :(

Anyway, here’s another request!

Okay so maybe something where the reader is jealous of how close Sam & Dean are, make it angsty 😹 - @winchesters-favorite-girl - i’ve kind of made my own twist on this! Hope you like it anyway!

Imagine always feeling as though you are nothing more then a burden and a blood relation to your brothers and feeling as though they don’t care for you so you leave them.

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Originally posted by teachercastiel

Originally posted by undercoverrockstarjensen

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

You were sat in the back of the impala, picking dried blood out of your stubby finger nails, anger rumbling in your chest. You’d saved your brothers once again from a hunt gone wrong and they hadn’t thanked you, simply patted each other on the back, sent a glance over their shoulder to you to make sure you were still alive and headed in the direction of the car.

They were speaking (or arguing, you could never tell) about the monster ‘they’ had just killed and you had no interest in listening so you rested your head on the back of the seat and looked out to the starry night.

It had been this way since you’d dropped out of high school. You’d be with them, but not quite there. You’d always been left out the circle and you couldn’t remember the last time your elder brothers had shown gratitude and love towards you and quite frankly, you had had enough. 

Closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep, your mind travelled to a time when you were the centre of your brothers worlds.

***

You aged 5 and Sam aged 13:

Colouring in a unicorn in your activity book at the counter of the motel room kitchen, you reached for the purple crayon which was just out of your grip. Just as you were close to grabbing it, it rolled a little further away.  

Whining and attempting to lean forward, you suddenly felt the stall give way, sending you toppling to the ground. 

You cried out in pain as you hit your head on the marble floor. As your vision became faded and a headache made its self comfortable in your head, you saw Sam rushing towards you from the settee.

He quickly pulled you into his arms and cooed in your ear that everything would be ok and that there was nothing to worry about. He made it clear to you that you were a strong girl and that it was only a little graze. 

***

You aged 13 and Dean aged 25:

You were waiting on the bench just outside of your temporary school as the girls in front of you made fun of your second hand clothes. 

‘Look at that! What is it? A table cloth or a fourth hand blanket?’ The skinniest of them all said, pulling at your older brother Sam’s red flannel.

‘Don’t touch me.’ You growled, slapping her hand away.

‘What did you say, skank? Want me to hit you.’ The tallest of them all said, raising her hand at you.

As you were about to swerve the hand that was about to smack you, you froze as your biggest brother Dean tapped the girl on the shoulder.

She turned round, confusion and disgust on her face. ‘What do you want? Old man.’ She sneered at him. The other girls thought this was the funniest remark in the world.

Dean laughed for a second then looked at her dead in the eyes. ‘You touch my little sister again and i’ll break all your fingers. Oh, and by the way, that top is second hand. I’m pretty sure I saw a stripper with the clap wearing that a couple of nights ago.’ He gave his signature smirk at the end, hinting that the mob of mistakes (called teenage girls) should go away. 

They did, fear and despise all over their faces as they made remarks about each others clothes.

‘Thanks Dean.’ You said as you stood up and hugged him.

‘Anytime.’ He responded, protectively wrapping his arms around you.

***

Yeah sure, anytime. I guess that had a time limit. Waking up with the thought in your head, you noticed that you were sat in the back of the Impala, your two elder brothers no where in sight. 

As a feeling of hopelessness washed over you, you begged for Castiel to come and see you. He was the only one who seemed to care for you.

‘Hello Y/N.’ His gravelled voice spoke out from the seat next to you.

You didn’t respond straight away, you wanted to gather your thoughts first. You turned to look at him.

‘What’s wrong Y/N?’ He asked you, as you looked back at him, hurt in your eyes.

‘It’s my brothers. I’m nothing to them anymore.’ You explained, tears brimming in your eyes.

‘That’s not true. You’re their little sister.’ Cas responded, confusion lingering in his voice.

Was their little sister. I think i’m nothing more then a shadow to them now and I wont deal with it anymore. Please, Cas, make a promise to me.’ You pleaded.

‘What promise?’ He questioned you, eyebrows knotting together as he looked sad in his eyes.

‘That if I go, you wont help my brothers look for me. You’ll let me live my own life and I expect you to understand that if you break my trust I will never forgive you.’ With that, you took his hand in yours as a way to tell him how desperate you were. ‘Please.’

He pulled his hand slightly away from yours then paused. He let out a soft sigh then looked away for a second. ‘If I make this promise, you have to stay safe.’ He reasoned with you, looking in your direction and then away again so that he wouldn’t regret what he was about to do.

‘Yes, of course.’ You practically whispered back, knowing that you were inches away from freedom. 

‘Ok.’ That was all he said before he flapped his wings and disappeared.

This was your chance. This was your chance to begin again and be a person who didn’t live every day wondering if they were loved. You’d thought about this for weeks, months even. The moment you’d break free and find someone or something that had even the slightest amount of happiness towards you.

Jumping out the car and pulling your bag from the boot, you headed down the street the impala was parked on. You looked back for a moment, remembering your older brothers, then shook your head and continued down the path you chose to take. 

*Sam’s P.O.V*

‘You think she’ll like it?’ Dean asked, holding up a green flannel.

‘You know that’s not her colour.’ I responded, pushing the green flannel out of Dean’s arms before reaching up for a red checkered one on the highest shelf.

‘She’ll like this one though. She used to wear one like it when she was younger, like all the time.’ I said as I searched for her size.

Dean went quiet for a minute before looking at me.

‘Dude, no chick flick moments. What’s wrong?’ I questioned him, laughing a bit since he looked like a hurt puppy.

‘Is it just me or does Y/N seem really closed off lately.’ He depressingly said, gently stroking the flannel in his hands as if it was his little sister.

I was going to shrug my shoulders and dismiss the conversation but I didn’t. I knew that there was something very wrong with Y/N.

‘Yeah - I think there is.’ I responded, barely looking at Dean, feeling as though it was some how my fault.

As if Dean read my mind, he glanced briefly at me. ‘Do you think it’s our fault?’

I gulped then looked up. ‘I - I don’t know. Maybe. Have we done enough for her? I mean, have we been good brothers?’ 

‘If I’m being honest. No, I don’t think we have been. I think we’ve been so focused on these god damn hunting trips so much that we’ve lost the love we used to give to the centre of our world, Y/N. I think we need to look out for her more. Knowing her, she probably thinks that we don’t care about her and I can’t have that.’ Dean was almost shouting at the end, pulling at the seams of the shirt in his hands.

I simply looked back at him, wide eyed. He’d said exactly what I was thinking. 

‘Hell, what do I know.’ Dean grumbled, throwing the flannel on the shelf and heading to the doors of the shop. 

He froze mid-step then yelled my name, indicating that Y/N was no longer in the Impala.

It was though time slowed down. She was there, then she wasn’t. It was a nightmare come real.

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I really like how this turned out and I’m tempted to a part 2! Tell me what you guys think :) 

Interview with The Last Jedi’s Domhnall Gleeson AKA General Hux

Moms ‘N Charge | Dec 14, 2017

So this week has been all about the interviews we conducted with Star Wars cast from the Global Press Event. I’m excited about sharing today’s interview with Domhnall Gleeson AKA General Hux himself. When he walked in the room and we greeted him with cheers and rounds of applause, this was his reaction:

“You know I’m not Cate Blanchett, right? [LAUGHTER]. I used to get called Cate all the time when I was nineteen cause I look like her… How you  all doing?”

I loved that! He was so fun to chat with. Check out our interview below.

On why he didn’t screen the film with his fellow castmates the night before?

“I decided I would rather see it with two thousand people who don’t know what’s going to happen. Just the feeling in the room…at The Force Awakens, that premier was insane. I was there with my dad and my friend Lawrence. The whoops and cheering and big gasps and everything. I didn’t want to miss out on that being my first experience with the film, so I’m waiting until whatever day it is next week.”

Regarding Disney’s Star Tours ride: How Domnhall feels about it

I talked about our experience at Disneyland during this press trip. So we wanted to know what it was like to be a part of a ride that is at Disney?

“Once he realized we were down the street from Disneyland, he responded: Oh, I’ll have to go, [LAUGHTER].  It’s cool. Like, being part of two different rides that literally millions of people will go on is kind of ridiculous. But, in a way, it’s no different than the films. So many people are going to see Star Wars that it’s a bit nuts. The whole thing is a little bit nuts. It’s good though!”

About filming Star Wars in Ireland where he’s from

“I love it. And I love that the people who went there had an amazing time. I love that they got good weather. And that they were all the way up and down the west coast, and Ireland is my home. I think it’s the best place in the world, and I’m just happy for people to see it. It’s an intensely beautiful place, and they got to see it in intensely beautiful weather, which is ridiculous. That never happens [LAUGHTER].”

“So when they came back and they were all talking about what a good time they had in Ireland, even though I had nothing to do with that, I have to say I was pretty proud, yeah.”

Domhnall shares how past Star Wars Villians helped to shape General Hux

“You can’t steal, but obviously, his place in things at the beginning of the film is like Peter Cushing’s kind of role. That’s in terms of the way the villains are set up. He would be fulfilling that role a little bit, just that very clipped English accent, I liked for that. But then you have to go to the real world to find you influences cause you can’t take your character notes from other characters. I think you want to base it on something that’s real.”

“So I understood where he stood in things, but no, the influences would have come from elsewhere. And the most interesting version of Hux, it turns out (which is not there from the very beginning) was the one that’s actually very dysfunctional with Kylo Ren and battling for his place in things. And for favor from Snoke.”

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