but this is what you are going to get so just to warn you

anonymous asked:

Hey you don’t need to answer this I just wanna let you know that I appreciate your blog and the info you put out. From what I see, you always credit sources. Keep doing what you’re doing ☺️

Thank you dear for being informed and not just jump to conclusions. That aside let me give the ones who do not know how I credit or are new to my blog how it’s done. I included recent posts because it seems even after seeing those some people can’t see it: 

There are many ways to credit, and I credit in different ways depending on the nature of the post. Tumblr has the option of adding the source of the post. That’s how Tumblr asks us to credit and that’s how I do it most of the times. because 1: it makes you find the original post easier as it redirects you to the original owner and thus you can then follow and support them. (post HERE)

I can add their page name + link when it’s an edit or a fansite (lately this is how I have been doing it)

When there are many people to credit I search and try to credit them all (post HERE)

Some people credit by adding links in the words in the caption. I do that usually when I make gifs but not commonly for other posts because Tumblr offers the option to delete a caption when you reblog so putting it in the source is the way I am sure the crediting will never be lost (post HERE

T.N: I learned long ago how to make my own gifs and I use other ones in posts that come from Tumblr’s library and use them legally with crediting

For news too I add the source. So how do we get the info like the one below? There is something called Media relations. It refers to the relationship that BIGHIT develops with journalists. Basically, the communication department in BigHit informs journalists that write an article and that’s how we know. Sometimes some journalist gets the info wrong or tries to gain bad fame by saying lies and make their post popular (yes I know, it’s sad. Some people can’t work hard on their own so they lie and try to use someone’s else name). As someone who gives you updates, I get my info from journalists or trustable armys that got the info from them. When it turns to be untrue, I make another post explaining that it was just a lie. 

This blog offer updates that mostly come from another source. It’s normal I am not the owner of it. It’s like you go to ALLKPOP and tell them, take off all your content it’s repost. Does that make sense? When I posts memes I make sure the name is not cropped away, that’s also the same way people on Twitter credit me (because A LOT of my content end up there too. And not just Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, weibo … ) many of my content end up being translated to many languages too and I get soooo happy when other ARMYs get to enjoy it.

AND For this part of the same person going around saying I am Kboo (they are like 3 people but got all the day to send hate asks. or they send ‘please tell me what is kboo, or they say ‘I heard mimi was getting hate what is it) 

So about this post this person contacted me and I told them the following 

But they still kept going around spreading fake rumors. At the time it was all over the American news that North Korea was going to attack. And Americans were joking about it. Now thinking about it, in the long term and out of that time and context it can be used the way this hater used it. As for the whole post many ARMYs liked it and for a looooong time no one found any problem with it until this person made its meaning turn this way (this is the post btw HERE At the time I received many asks from armys being nervous about BTS going to the bbmas and that’s how the idea came to me to make that post. So we can cheer up and say that everything will be fine )

Just after I answered them and edited my post they didn’t answer me again but they went celebrating saying they have an impact. And they felt important. They never felt bad for any race, they weren’t protecting anyone just wishing for someone to notice them here because no one knows them through their blog never made it. They have been talking about this day and night trying to plot how to bring hate

Their goals are to hate on everyone and make content creators delete their posts. The same content creators that make posts about BTS and updates to help this fandom. This is the one who started it even her name have “ANTI” in it. What did you expect? also she is HOMOPHOBIC (not just against ships) and hate JIKOOK shippers

When she found nothing to hate on and realized pple are seeing the truth she went to attack my dear followers aka a big part of the ARMY fandom in this blog 

Aside from Jikook shippers she says she wants to beat up all shippers. Seriously, guys, this is the person you have been believing. creating an account and turning all our fandom here into a war when we could be enjoying waiting for Mic Drop tmrw

For this post below, it was edited in a way to make me pass for a colorist or something. At the time haters started rumors about BTS saying they were colorists. I made a post explaining the situation. This person didn’t understand my point. At the time I wanted to keep the positivity, and the post who was trying to correct ideas took other proportions about the term so I decided to take it down. To not let the people in the comments feel ‘shut down’ I decided to contact them and told them ‘i will turn the article private/delete it if you want to discuss the situation more I will be glad. One of my followers was happy and we talked peacefully. Another one was no matter what I said had this idea that I was against them. I kept telling them I understand their point and that colorism is bad we should never judge someone on their skin or show favoritism. They used a definition that was not fitting if we wanted to talk about colorism is Korea. I told them I was very pale and was bullied for it in the past so I know how it feels to get treated that way. The discussion with that person was going nowhere, it was like I was talking a wall. So I just told them. I will end the discussion here. But that person took the discussion and edited out to make me look bad. If they read this I hope they post the whooooole thing. 

That person was using this definition. the first one that pops up on google when you write the term and said they did their research

I was trying to tell them that the term today is used both ways. For example in some countries, you are insulted for being pale. but they really edited that out to make me look arrogant. If I was arrogant will I even contact them to ask for their opinion? Why would I care about a comment if I was arrogant? My followers know how I always answer even replies when someone sends me a message I answer them too. Why is it easy to believe lies? That same person received a lot of hate because of that post because at the time people knew what I was talking about and people were telling them to stop their lies. Now they and the people above found each other and started this comedy. That person who edited the discussion was defending and saying how BTS are racist and colorists. Now, look at that plot twist!

Untrue: I made a post explaining the situation that antis used against our boys

I work hard on this blog and I never complain because I love seeing the smiles on many of my dear follower’s faces. I slept 1 hour a night lately because of the recent updates (but I am using a facemask now, that thing IS LIFE). I still had to carry my IRL schedule too. I am someone who loves to spread love. I always invite to respect all religions, races, cultures … I always felt proud to say how ARMY is so diverse and how the love to BTS made us hold each other’s hands no matter where we came from. I will continue being kind and refuse to hate anyone here. When I don’t feel like someone is worth it and I don’t want to see them in my dash I block them (easy peasy). It’s not mean to block someone, it’s mean to start fake rumors and try to bring down a fellow army who is just here to help. My parents thought me to not judge on words or faces or situations. And Just like I wished some months ago my dear Muslim followers ‘Happy Ramadan’ this time for anyone enjoying this beautiful day with dear ones: Happy Thanksgiving guys. I am happy to be part of ARMY and even the dark side of this fandom I embrace it fully, one day they will hopefully listen to BTS’ lyrics and message and learn that bullying is bad. BTS in the past were said to be racist. They were said that they copied all their concepts and music but look at them now. Good people end up going places, bad ones stay in a hole forever.

Ah, tomorrow in Mic Drop Remix right! oooooooh boi I will enjoy it! If you hear someone screaming in excitement tmrw it’s probably me HAHAHAH (this is how I laugh btw I never use KKKKKKK What even is that HAHAHHAHA. I am like a One Piece character IRL tho I have waaaaay better options I laugh in all different ways Hohohoho hihihihi GAGAGAGAG KOKOOOOKO KEKEKEKEEEEE PWAHAHA PWHIHIHI WTH is that HAHHAHAHHA It’s just laughing. OMG this whole situation is stupid - #LOVE YOURSELF #LOVE MYSELF #END VIOLENCE #DON’T BELIEVE ANONS HIDING BEHIND LIES YOU ARE A SMART PERSON USE YOUR BRAIN)

T/N: I have aaaaaall the receipts. I am an inspector ARMY and if you have seen my analysis you will know how crazy detailed I am. Once I start my research it’s insane (find my BS&T jpn vrs analysis HERE and Pied Piper HERE and Not Today that I made just when I created this blog HERE). So me not naming the ones starting those rumors is for two reasons: 1- I prefer to give publicity to artists, writers, amazing content creators … not someone who is untalented and mean. 2- I am into positivity and positive people. I talked to them, and took away all the content that they say made them angry but they still asked me to delete my blog then went after that telling their friends “oh wow look at my impact I made Mimi such a big blog delete” then gathered their 3 friends and wrote anon asks for blogs who unfortunately didn’t check the facts and jumped to conclusions. They also took my words out of context to edit them out just like in the past people did to BTS (the irony). These same people reblogged half of my posts and get all their updates from my blog but go ask people to ignore my content. Basically, they are using everyone, making this fandom fight each other and laugh it out loud.  Will you believe an anon hiding or a blogger that dedicates herself to this fandom? you choose dear ^^ either way. In my heart even now, I hold no hate just a tiny bit of pity toward the ones who live such a life.

I will keep spreading positivity and smiles. I have a very tight relationship with my followers and I believe fake rumors will not break it. LOVE YOU ARMY! LOVE YOU ALL! 

And for the liars that don’t seem to have a life, I dedicate MIC DROP to you “There is no need to meet again (I already blocked you), this is my final goodbye. There is nothing to say, don’t even apologize. You will see you will end up like that. I am piecing, with my mutuals and followers like coke. Your corneas are shocked *MIC DROP* 

ALL LOVE! 

Care For You (3)

Slight!Steve x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary:
Every time he takes care of her, she runs away  
Warnings: language, angst, mentions of abuse, slut shaming, some teasing, character dynamics change, uh that’s it i think
Word Count: 2.1k+
PART 1 PART 2 PART 4

Originally posted by xananeedscoffee


The next morning, Y/n decides to walk to school. She was still pissed at Steve and rightfully so, he was acting like an asshole.

She walks quickly through the hallways, avoiding the whispers and stares directed towards her. She tugs on her coat and walks towards her locker.

Her brows quirk in question as a crowd gather around her locker. She shoves through and people whisper and snicker under their breaths. She stands in front of her locker and tears threaten to fall down her cheeks.

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In which pie is complicated

Patton gets a bit too enthusiastic during Thanksgiving when he discovers that Virgil likes pie.

AN: Um. This is the fluffiest piece of fluff ever and it makes me happy so here you are and I hope it makes you happy too.

Pairings: platonic Moxiety (again, lol)

Warnings: None :D

forevers: @sanders-trash-4ever @istolelittleredshoodie @redundant-statements-for-400 @lilbeanblr 


This was the first Thanksgiving. The first one they would have all together. As a family. It was the first one that they weren’t casting nervous glances down Virgil’s hall, hoping to God the ‘little jerk’ wouldn’t show up and sabotage everything.

It was the first Thanksgiving that Patton set out four plates in the mind palace dining room. And it was the first Thanksgiving that Virgil hesitantly poked his head out into the hallway.

“Are you… are you going to make a pie?”

Patton jumped and swiveled around. He had on his favorite apron and was knee deep in mashed potatoes and turkey for Thanksgiving tomorrow. He struggled to keep a neutral face on but quickly slipped into a grin. “You came out of your room!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and slipped into one of the bar stools at the breakfast table. He grunted. “Yeah. Whatever. It just… smelled good.”

Patton’s heart shrilled. His friend, his buddy, his little dude wasn’t actively avoiding him! He’d hoped, oh he’d hoped, that Virgil would want to join them, but he knew that Virgil might choose to duck out in favor of stewing in his room, or worse, joining Thomas in the real world. But here he was, the day before Thanksgiving, asking about pie.

Pie.

Patton stilled. He had no idea how to make a pie. Logan and Roman had always been more fond of ice cream sundaes and so Patton had never made the effort to learn. But Virgil said pies. And if Virgil wanted pies, he was getting pies. “T-thanks,” he stuttered.

Virgil quirked an eyebrow. “You okay, Pat?”

He was great! He was over the moon! Everything was awesome!

“I’m just dandy, kiddo,” he managed. He turned back to his potatoes, which were making weird popping noises, and stirred it around. He could sense Virgil just behind him, playing with the placement of the cornucopia in the center of the table.

Patton opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment, he felt Thomas tugging at him. He paused and took off his apron. “Right back, Virgil. Can you make sure this doesn’t burn?”

Virgil nodded and Patton quickly sunk out.

And by the time Patton came back to the kitchen, Virgil was gone, leaving a finished pot of mashed potatoes on the counter. Patton smiled.

Okay, so he needed to figure out how to make pies.

Patton had no idea how to work a computer, so down it was to Logan’s library to see if Thomas had picked up anything subconsciously about how to make pies. He found a recipe book quickly and skimmed through the sort-of instructions, nodding all the while. Okay, he could work with this. How many hours did he have? Not nearly enough.

He sunk back into the kitchen, book in hand, and slapped onto the counter.

It couldn’t be that difficult, could it?

Several hours later, Logan was the one that found him. He wandered in, intent on locating the metal notes he’d accidentally left in the living room, only to stop and stare at the kitchen in horror.

Flour was everywhere and there were pans piled in every which way. Pies of all sorts, burnt and less burnt. A cloud of smoke hung in the air and Patton was crouching on a counter, repeatedly slamming the rolling pin into what appeared to be a rock. No. It was dough.

It might as well have been a rock.

Logan stared, stunned and speechless until Patton wiped around and scrambled off the counter. He rushed toward Logan and grabbed him by the shoulders, rolling pin still in hand. “I didn’t ask him what type of pie! I don’t know what type of pie he likes! Pumpkin, apple, berry, cherry, chocolate, banana cream-”

“Patton!” Logan took the other side by the shoulders and detached him from his (now covered in floury handprints) button down. “What on earth has gotten into you?”

Patton took a deep breath. And all at once, he deflated. “V-Virgil-”

But before he could continue, Thomas grabbed Logan by the scruff of his neck and pulled him out of the room (rude).

And so Patton stood there alone in the kitchen, panting. He huffed in frustration.

He was never going to finish them in time!

He was going to ruin Thanksgiving and Virgil wasn’t going to want to spend the holiday with them and if he didn’t like Thanksgiving, then he might not want to have Christmas with them and then and then and then-

The oven timer beeped.

Patton scrambled over to it.

His hands were shaking and he had no idea how long it had been since he’d properly eaten or slept. Time was odd in the mindscape and a day could stretch for several if he was so inclined. Carefully, he took out a pie from the oven. It was supposed to be a pumpkin pie.

It looked like a mud pie and Patton could feel tightness in his throat bubbling up. You’re not going to cry about pies, silly.

But he just couldn’t do this. He didn’t know how!

All at once, all of his energy left him. His shoulders slumped, he dropped into a chair, and he rubbed his eyes, swiping flour onto his forehead. A sniff. A small one. Don’t cry.

Virgil’s going to hate it.

And that was all it took. Patton coughed and sniffed and cried as clouds of flour settled around him. The room was quiet for the first time in hours but for the sound of Patton’s quiet, tired sniffing. Stop crying, you baby.

He almost didn’t notice the person. In fact, he did not feel them until a soft hand touched his shoulder and slowly lifted his chin. His touch was cool, but not uncomfortably so.

“Hey, Pat. What’s going on?”

Patton’s eyes went wide. He tried to scramble up but he kept him in his seat with another touch. “Virgil, I-I, I’m s-sorry.” His eyes were filling with water and he could hardly see Virgil’s face.

Virgil frowned. “Sorry? Why are you sorry? Patton, look at me. What is all this?” He gestured at the bombsite of a kitchen around them.

Patton’s chest tightened. He couldn’t possibly tell him. He couldn’t ruin it more than he had. But… Patton was never good at keeping secrets. He swiped at his eyes again. “I’m t-trying to make pies. C-cause you said you want pies and I-I wanted you to spend Thanksgiving with us,  but I don’t, I don’t know how and- and-”

Virgil’s eyes flickered with shock, followed by guilt. “Oh jeez, Pat. I didn’t, I didn’t mean-”

Patton had failed him. “And now I’ve ruined everything!” He didn’t want to look at him. He couldn’t look at him…

But instead of walking away, instead of grumbling, instead of snapping, Virgil did something very unexpected. He crouched down so that he could look Patton in the eyes. “Patton, don’t be ridiculous.”

Patton blinked. “What?”

“I should have realized you’d take me seriously. I just…” Virgil chewed his lip and suddenly started speaking quickly. “I don’t really know a whole lot about Thanksgiving outside of what I’ve heard, and I’ve heard pies are a thing, so that’s what I said. I mean, I love pies, but it wasn’t- it wasn’t a deal breaker or-or… anything. I… this is my fault. I’m sorry.”

Patton wiped his eyes one more time and cocked his head. “Oh,” he said. Virgil smiled at him hesitantly. And it wasn’t a smirk, it wasn’t a grimace or a snark. A real smile. Patton swallowed thickly. “So you’re not… mad?”

Virgil snorted. “Course I’m not mad. I never imagined you would, or anyone would care that much about… Look, let’s just…”

But before he could finish, Patton jumped forward and wrapped him in a hug. Tighter than he usually hugged because it was necessary. He felt Virgil stiffen under him, but he slowly relaxed. And carefully, hugged him back.

Quite suddenly, the whole situation felt ridiculous. It was hilarious, actually. Patton chuckled into Virgil’s hoodie and Virgil started to laugh as well. And soon they were both laughing.

Once they caught their breaths, Virgil chuckled and gestured vaguely at the kitchen. “How about we fix this disaster, yeah?” He stood and offered a hand down for Patton to grab.

Patton smiled sheepishly and took it. “Okay.”

They surveyed the flour covered mess and Virgil glanced at Patton. “How many pies did you try to make?”

“Twenty-three.”

Dibs

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Content/Warnings: fluff

Words: 912

A/N: This was a request from anon for 2. One of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate’s. Enjoy, and have a good Thanksgiving!


“Y/N!” Your coworker, Brittany, squealed as you walked in to start your shift. “You are never, ever, ever going to believe what happened yesterday!”

Knowing Brittany, she probably got some attractive guy’s number, but you didn’t say that out loud. Maybe she would calm down once she met her soulmate. Instead, you decided on the safest course of action when it came to a response. “What?” Keep it short, and sometimes she keeps the excited shrieking to a minimum. Sometimes.

“Well, I’m working my shift, right, just business as usual,” She was saying, and you absent-mindedly wondered if your boss put you and her on the same shift because he disliked you. “And guess who walks in? Just guess!”

“Captain America,” You intoned, pulling a rag over a recently vacated table.

“Captain Ameri- wait, how’d you know?” She asked, looking extremely confused. “You weren’t working yesterday!”

You didn’t have the energy to explain to her you were being sarcastic. “Lucky guess.”

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707 is a Magic Number!

Oh boy… this is so crazy. I’ve been hoping to reach this spot for so long. Because of its significance in relation to the game and to my life for that matter. When I learned about MM in late January 2017 I had no idea how much of an influence it would end up having on my life. For better or worse. I’ve made some amazing friends through this fandom and its RP environment, people I wouldn’t otherwise have had any chance of meeting. I love all of you guys and you make my life better in so many ways.

I got into the ship Yooseven by happenstance almost 9 months ago (tomorrow!) together with my amazing RP partner. And it’s because of that RP I started this blog which is named after our personal ship name for the pairing YooshixLucy. We’re working on turning some of our writings into an ongoing fanfic about the two guys. We’ve had so much fun writing it and it has been tears, smiles, laughs and so much fun. Thank you for being part of that <3

I know a lot of blogs have a ton more followers than this little diddy and I’m not oblivious to the fact that most of my followers probably either don’t care about Yooseven or are here for some of my other edits (Would love to get confirmation on it being otherwise XD).

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!

@internalscreaming101  (such a fitting name, because that’s what I’m doing right now) you were my

707th follower

and luckily you seem to be a Yooseven fan (based on your one like! XD), or you just want MC and Saeran to end up that bad :P Either way, you are my 707th subscriber and that makes you eligible for 1 edit of your choosing.

Disclaimer: Not Yooran (sorry guys, but that’s the one ship I don’t do on here, this is a Yooseven blog) or Choicest (I don’t do this one either) You can PM me about details and we can discuss everything :D

Changes on the blog

Having so many followers and all of a sudden being noticed outside of the main theme (Yooseven) of my blog has brought hecklers on. I’ve decided that for my sake and their sake I’m not going to tolerate it. I don’t mind a sound discussion or people questioning why I call Yooseven canon. Always ready for a friendly discussion. But people who come on and go “No offense but…” then writes something incredibly offensive like  “you’re gross”, “this is bullshit” and “you suck” etc. I’m going to block you without warning. Mystic Messenger and especially Yooseven is my ESCAPE from an otherwise sucky life situation and I don’t really care about snide comments that just come here to trash that.  

Now we’re past the negative, here is some positive I’m currently working on several Masterlists. One for all the events that happen on Tumblr in the MM fandom.

I’ve learned so much by doing these edits ^^ Hopefully I will feel secure enough in my own art soon that I can start posting some of that. But I still have a ton more brewing. My latest one of Saeran and MC, I’ve noticed some people hoping for me doing the other MCs in that one so I will try to do that in time. I got so many ideas I want to do. But here’s a compilation of all my Yooseven edits. This is completely meant as AU and except for the proposal image, it’s not related to my RP (I hope I can get my newest edit done for tomorrow).

Girl In Luv — Kim Taehyung

Anon said: can you write a scenario where the reader is a rebel and is mean but whenever she sees taehyung she freezes and loses her train of thought. then one day she gets hurt during a fight bc she sees him. after that she starts acting different (tae doesn’t like that) and doesn’t act out but people call her weak and stuff. sorry if it’s too specific. you’re the writer so you can change it ofc :)) lots of angst a fluff ending please. ily and your writings. I wish I could support you :( sorry I can’t

Thank you so much for requesting this! It was so fun to write! And don’t worry, I️ completely get it! Having your support as a reader is enough! ❤️

(I do not own this gif, creds to the owner❤️)

Words: 3,507

Warnings: High school au + fluff

Description: You’ve always been the thought girl in school, but there was one person who always made you soft—Kim Taehyung, your crush.


How stupid can someone be when it comes to love?

The answer is: not as stupid as you.

When it came to love, you were a complete idiot.

You haven’t really been in love so many times, but the times that you were, it was a disaster. You always ended up with your heart broken or getting your feelings hurt.

After your heart was broken for the last time, you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love again until you were older and had your shit together.

That was a big, big lie.

Because sadly, you can’t really control whether you fall in love or not. So as a result, you did end up falling in love again.

You fell in love with a close friend—well—he was more of your brother’s close friend, but he was also your friend.

Kim Taehyung.

He was so amazing. Whenever you spoke to him, you felt like you could listen to his voice for hours.

You fell in love with everything about him. His smile. His chuckle. His laugh. His eyes. The way his eyes look when he’s standing out in the sun. He was beautiful.

You just wished that he saw you the same way.

He didn’t know that you were madly in love with him. No one knew except for you. You were good at hiding your feelings, but also terrible at it.

Whenever you saw Taehyung, you were like a deer in headlights. You froze. You don’t know why he had this sort of affect on you.

When you saw him, you just stopped everything and started blushing like crazy. Whenever he walked into a room that you were in, you couldn’t help but stare. He was just so good looking. How could you not?

You’ve been in love with him for the past year and a half. Surely he should’ve known by now, but you’re way too afraid to admit your feelings. You’re scared that he’ll reject you and you’d get your heart broken once again, since that’s what always seems to happen.

Maybe if you had a bit more courage, you could admit it to him, but sadly, all the courage you normally had disappeared when it came to Taehyung. You could barely think straight when he was around.

And that’s what made you such an idiot.

“Skipping classes again? Are you actually trying to get in trouble with mom and dad again?” Your brother asked you as he started driving his car.

You sat in the passengers seat, playing on your phone and not really paying attention to your brother who was trying to scold you. “They won’t find out.” You say.

“If you keep doing it then they will. Why do you keep skipping important classes? You know you need to pass History to graduate right?”

“That’s stupid. Why do I need to learn about most of that stuff? Maybe if they taught us how to get a job and how to pay taxes in school, then I’d actually consider going.” You explained. “And don’t act like you’ve never skipped a class, Jin.”

“I don’t skip as much as you do. And don’t try to turn this on me. Do I have to remind you that I graduate in four months? I already have all my shit together.” Your brother says.

You rolled your eyes.

“Jin, don’t be so hard on her. I’m sure that last year we all skipped just as much classes as she did.” A voice came from the backseat, reminding you that there was another person in the car.

Hearing his voice sent butterflies to your stomach. You just kept looking at your phone, trying your hardest not to turn around and look at the beauty that was sat one row behind you.

“Sure, we skipped. But that’s not the only bad thing y/n has done. She’s always getting into fights and getting in trouble. Y/n, I wish you weren’t such a rebel all the time.” Your brother tells you.

“What can I say? I hate listening to other people.” You commented.

“Everyone gets into a little trouble during high school.” Taehyung says. “Besides, I think that y/n being a rebel is really cool.”

You almost forgot how to breathe after he let out that last sentence. He complimented you! Sure, this wasn’t a new thing, but whenever he did it, it made you feel like you were an angel.

“All I’m saying is that maybe y/n should at least try to focus on school. How are you supposed to graduate next year if you’re always in trouble and barely in class?” Jin asks.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” You said. You were never worried about graduating. You knew that it would happen eventually.

Yeah, you skipped class a lot, but you were actually really smart. You’ve failed some classes, but you’ve always gotten your grades back up. You weren’t a straight A student, but you weren’t failing every class and that’s what matters.

“You need to be more like y/n, Jin. She’s so cool and laid back. You’re always worried about something. Y/n is always relaxed and calm about everything.” Taehyung complimented you yet again.

You smiled and blushed, but tried your best to hide it.

Why did he have such an affect on you by barely doing anything?

~

Your phone fell out of your hands and dropped to your lap as a volleyball suddenly hit your hand.

You were sitting on the bleachers outside of school, bored, while some girls on the volleyball team were practicing.

“Watch out!” And annoying voice calls. “Emma.” You groaned. You absolutely despised her. She always did anything she could to piss you off.

“Why would you say ‘watch out’ after the ball hit me, idiot?” You asked, grabbing the ball that had previously hit you.

“Oops. My bad.” Emma says, giggling.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” You asked, standing up from where you were seated on the bleachers and walking down to the ground.

“Whatever, just give the ball back so we can finish our game.” She rolled her eyes.

“Of course, Emma.” You put on the fakest smile you could before tossing the ball at her, “accidentally” hitting her in the face.

The ball fell to the ground and the look on Emma’s face was hilarious. She looked so pissed off. Payback, bitch.

“Y/n, you’re gonna get it!” Emma yells, running to you and slapping you.

She shouldn’t have done that.

Your parents always said “don’t start a fight with anyone unless they hit you first. If they’re the first one to make a move, then you have our permission to send them back to whatever hell they came from.”

“You don’t know what you just started.” Was all you said before pushing her to the ground.

Emma grabbed you, pulling you to the ground with her, sending punches and kicks your way.

“Let go of me!” You tell her as she grabbed a fist full of your hair.

“Bitch!” Emma yelled, not letting go.

You two fought. You were at an advance, getting on top of her and trying to get her to stop hitting you. You’re pretty sure she even tried to bite you.

“Calm down, crazy.” You said, hitting her after she had hit you.

By now, a crowd had gathered around the two of you, enjoying the “entertainment”.

“Y/n!” You heard someone call.

You held down Emma’s arms and turned your head to see who the person was.

Taehyung. Of course, it was Taehyung.

Your eyes widened and you lost your train of thought for a second. What were you doing again?

Oh right, fighting.

Just as you were about to turn back to face Emma, who was still underneath you, she freed her arm from your grasp and punched you, in the face.

You yelled, letting go of her and holding your nose, which was now bleeding.

You held your nose with one hand, and almost punched her with the other, but then you were pulled away by someone.

“Y/n, stop!” You hear your brother yell as he pulled you away from the girl. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Jin asked, turning to Emma, who was being checked on by her friends.

Jin turned you around to face him and his eyes widened. “Jesus Christ, y/n. Why are you always getting yourself in trouble?” He asked, taking a tissue out of his book bag and handing it to you.

“She started it.” You said, placing the tissue on your nose.

Taehyung stood beside Jin, watching you. “Y/n, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He asks.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Good. Even though you’re bleeding, you still beat her ass.” Taehyung says, putting his fist out for you to bump it with your fist. “She deserved everything she got.”

You smiled and put your fist out when Jin pushed your hand away and sighed. “Taehyung! Stop encouraging her!” Jin hit Taehyung on the back of his head.

Taehyung just laughed and looked at you, winking.

You tried to hold back your blushing. He had such an impact on you. How could he make you blush in just a matter of seconds?

“Y/n, I️ think you need a big ice pack. Your whole face is turning red. And—gross! I think your nose is throbbing!” Your brother tells you.

Your nose wasn’t the only thing throbbing, but also your heart. Maybe you needed a big ice pack for your heart too.

~

“So your making dinner tonight?” You asked your brother as you two walked down the hallways of your high school.

“Yep. Mom put me in charge of making dinner. I️ know I️ won’t disappoint.” Your brother smiles, feeling a little too confident in himself.

You laughed. “You better not.”

“I️ won’t. You know how well I️ cook. You love it when I️ cook.”

“You’re cooking?” You hear a voice.

Taehyung.

He approached the two of you and began walking with you.

“Yeah. Y/n, tell Tae how good of a cook I️ am.” Jin says.

“He—Jin—he makes—y-yeah. He’s a good cook.” You stuttered, mentally facepalming yourself.

“Aw yeah! I’m definitely coming over tonight.” Tae announced as you three approached your locker.

Looking at your locker, you saw that there was a piece of paper on it. Written on the piece of paper, in big red letters: “you got beat up by Emma. Guess you’re not so tough after all?”

Your jaw dropped and Jin and Taehyung read the paper also, wanting to know what had you so shocked.

People who passed by your locker saw the note and laughed. They laughed at you.

Your brother ripped the note off of your locker. “Who the hell wrote this?” He asked, yelling in the hallway. No one answered. Who would? “Who did it?”

“Jin. Just forget it.” You sighed, taking the note from his hands and crumpling it up. You placed it in the nearby trash can and opened your locker.

As soon as you opened your locker, another note caught your eye.

“You’re weak. Y/n y/l/n is weak. Emma beat you up.”

“What the fuck.” Jin says. “Who the fuck is doing this?”

You just grabbed the note and threw it in the trash, just like you had done with the other one.

You got your books and closed your locker, turning to face the two boys that stood in front of you.

“Is that y/n?” You hear some girl ask her friend. The girl stood on the other side of the hallway. “I’m surprised she came to school today. I️ would be embarrassed to show my face in school if I️ got beat up by Emma.”

“I️ know right.” The girl’s friend replied. “I️ would call it bravery, but let’s be honest, y/n is a coward.”

“I️ heard she started yelling at Emma and then hit her. That’s why Emma started fighting her. Well, she got beat up. It serves her right for hitting Emma first.”

You felt tears build up in your eyes. Why were they talking about you so openly like this?

You quickly wiped your eyes, hoping no one would see.

“Y/n…” Your brother trailed off. As he was about to speak again, the bell rung, signaling that class was starting soon.

“I️ have to get to class. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You rushed to your class, not waiting for your brother or his friend to say anything else.

You were so embarrassed.

~

“Y/n.” You hear someone call. You were walking in the hallway in between classes because you had to get something from your locker.

You turned to see who the voice was coming from. It was a girl. Her name was Melanie. She wasn’t a friend of yours, mainly because the way she treated people was terrible. You always decided to just stay away from her.

“I️ can’t really talk right now. I️ have to hurry and get back to class.” You say, reaching your locker.

“I’ll make it short then.” She says, catching up to you. Melanie stood in front of you. She was taller than you, so she towered above you, looking down at you.

“I️ heard from someone that you wanted to fight me. Is that true? Because we could fight right now if you really want to.” She says.

“What? I️ never said that.” You tell her.

“Are you sure? The person that told me this wouldn’t lie to me. I️ know that. Why won’t you just admit that you want to fight me? You scared?” Melanie asked.

“No. I️ don’t want to fight you. Look, I️ really need to get back to—”

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a sharp smack on your left cheek.

“What the hell?” You asked.

“That’s for telling people you want to fight me. You act so tough with other people, but your not so tough now, are you?” She asks.

You put your hand on your cheek. “I️ never said I️ wanted to fight you. This is stupid.”

“So now you’re calling me stupid?”

“I️ didn’t say that.” You sighed. “Can you just leave? I️ need to get back to class.” You started to walk away, not bothering to get anything out of your locker anymore.

“Hey!” Melanie called after you. “Don’t walk away. I’m talking to you.” She says, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and slamming you against a nearby set of lockers.

“Let go of me.” You tell her.

“Or else what? What are you gonna do about it? Fight me?” She asks, laughing.

“Just leave me alone.” You say.

“What? You gonna cry? I️ heard that’s what you did when you fought Emma.” Melanie chuckles.

“I️ didn’t cry when I️ fought her. I’m not gonna cry now. Now let me go and leave me alone.” You tried to walk away again but Melanie slammed you against the lockers again. This time, you hit your head on one of the lockers.

You held your head in pain and yelled. You weren’t that loud, so you’re sure that no one in any classroom heard you.

“Let go of her!” You heard a voice shout. A familiar voice.

As if this day couldn’t get worse, Taehyung ran over to where Melanie had you pinned to a locker.

“Let her go, Melanie.” He says.

“Whatever.” Melanie rolled her eyes, letting go of you and walking away. “This isn’t over, y/n.” She called.

“Yes, it is over.” Tae said to her. Melanie stopped walking and turned to face the two of you.

“Wow, y/n. You need someone to stand up for you? Is it because you’re too weak to stand up for yourself? How pathetic. I️ thought you were better than that, y/n.” She laughed before waking away saying, “wait til’ the rest of the school hears about this.”

Taehyung turned to face you. He saw you holding your head and moved closer to you, inspecting your head. He must’ve seen nothing there because you just looked back at you, sighing.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asks, looking you in your eyes.

“Why did you do that?” You asked. “Why did you come over here?”

“She was hurting you.” He says.

“You made it worse. Now she’s just gonna tell the whole school that I’m too much of a loser to stand up for myself.” You tell him.

“How were you even supposed to stand up for yourself if she had you pinned against a locker?” Tae asked. “It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have come.” You sighed.

“Y/n. She was hurting you. What was I️ supposed to do? Just stand there and watch you get hurt?”

“Why do you care? Why can you just leave it alone, Taehyung?”

“Because I️ don’t like to see you like this. People are picking on you, and you’re letting them. You’ve changed, y/n. Ever since you got into that fight with Emma. People are calling you weak and you’re starting to believe them.” He explained.

“Maybe I️ am weak. Maybe everything they say about me is true.” You said, looking down at the floor.

“Are you stupid? Y/n, you’re not weak. You’re one of the strongest girls I️ know.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to feel bad.”

“No. I’m saying it because it’s true.” He says. “I️ need you to stop letting people walk all over you. This isn’t you, y/n. The real you would curse someone out before they even try to bully you. The real y/n is not weak.”

You turned around, not wanting him to see you. You didn’t want him to see the tears that poured down your face right now.

“You’re not weak, y/n. I️ know you’re not. Your brother knows your not.”

“But the whole school thinks I️ am.” You wiped your tears with the sleeves of the shirt you wore.

“Since when do you care what the people in school think?” He asked.

He was right. You never cared about what the rest of the school thought until recently.

Taehyung was right. You are changing.

You tried to wipe the rest of your tears away but they kept coming.

“Y/n, look at me.” Tae says.

You shook your head. “I️ don’t want you to see me cry.”

“You think I️ care?” Tae asks, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around to face him.

Taehyung used both of this thumbs to wipe away your tears as he looked you in your eyes.

“I️ know who you are, y/n. I️ know you’re strong. You’re not weak, no matter what anyone says.” He says.

You just looked up at him, not knowing what to say.

“You know,” Tae starts, looking at the floor before looking back up at you. “even when you’re crying, you’re still so pretty.”

His words caught you off guard. Did he just—?

“I'm—what?” You asked.

Taehyung smiles at your cluelessness. “You’re pretty. Do I️ have to say it again? Because I️ will if I️ have to.”

You looked up at him, blinking several times just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“You’re so cute.” He smiles after seconds of you just looking up at him with doe eyes. “Come here.” He says, pulling you in for a hug. He hugged you tight. You didn’t know what to do. You wrapped your arms loosely around him, still shocked at what was happening.

“You think that I️ don’t know about your little crush on me, right?” He whispered in your ears.

You gasped, eyes widening and Taehyung chuckled.

“You know?” You asked, quietly.

“Yes I️ know.” He says, looking at you. “I’ve always known.” He smiles.

“So what now? You’re going to tease me forever for having a crush on you?” You ask.

Taehyung chuckles once again. “If people get teased for having crushes then I️ think I️ should get teased as well because I️ have this huge crush on the girl standing in front of me.”

Your eyes widened once again. “What?”

“You’re so adorable. How about we go get some ice cream or something after school? I’m sure Jin won’t mind.” Taehyung suggested.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.

Taehyung smiles and placed a quick peck on your nose, sending butterflies down your stomach.

“Great! Then I’ll see you after last period.” He says, taking his hands off of you and starting to walk away, leaving you by the lockers, a shocked mess.

“Wait.” He says, stopping and turning back around. “I️ think I’m forgetting something.” He says, walking back towards you.

Before you could even process what was going on, soft lips had attached themselves to yours. Soft, warm lips. They felt amazing.

Taehyung pulled away and smiled.

“Okay. Now I’m ready to go back to class. See you later, babe.”

anonymous asked:

BTS reacts to Y/N’s parents not approving of them bc they are not of the same race- but you two are determined to stay together

Jin: Jin knew that your parents would act like they did, because you had warned him multiple times, causing him to agree with you on not meeting them. However, he knew he would have to face them eventually. When it was announced that the two of you had to meet them and it was compulsory, he immediately started learning important phrases in your language so he’d be able to communicate with your parents himself, as well as impressing you. After the argument, Jin comforted you, assuring you that he’d get your parents to see the light., because either way he wanted to be with you. He’d visit them once a week to ask, bringing foods from their culture, until they eventually gave in.

“Sweetie, I saw your parents today…”

“And?”

“They said it’s okay, as long as I stop bringing them food because they have too much.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi: You had pointed out to him on several occasions that your family was somewhat racist, but he didn’t listen and decided it would be fine. How wrong he was. Yoongi showed up and your family was clearly upset, their noses crinkled. True, he couldn’t speak their language, but had memorized a few phrases if necessary and could see from their expressions that they weren’t happy. Your parents took you out of the room and a shouting match was heard. Yoongi sighed at this and was about ready to go join them if he had to, but you stopped him. You rushed into him and hid your face in his chest in tears. Angry and frustrated, he got you to translate a message from him to them, knowing he’d be with you even if they didn’t allow it.

“Don’t worry, princess, I don’t care what they think.”

Originally posted by alyssa1413

Namjoon: He’d do his best to get on your parents good side. Luckily he already spoke some of your language, so when he met them, he managed to follow conversations, but just barely. If he didn’t know something, he’d just ask you to translate for him. He made sure that you promised to be honest on what your parents said, so when they expressed their disagreement, he simply nodded, telling them it was okay, then suggesting you both leave. He planned to come back eventually after you had done a little more sweet talking for him on how his race didn’t mean he was any different from you.

“I know you will be able to convince them.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Hoseok: Despite his sunshine personality, he was pretty disappointed in your parents backwards opinions on different races. That didn’t stop him from trying to convince them though. To be honest, every one of the members would learn phrases to be able to speak to your parents and express their discontentment. However, when he caught a few rude and upsetting phrases, he nearly had to hold back tears. Waiting for you parents to leave, he tried his best not to breakdown. You started to hug him and comfort him, but he shook his head and pushed you away.

“Don’t worry about me, I will convince them and I refuse to give you up, sunshine.”

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Jimin: Like Hoseok, he’d be pretty upset by it, but wouldn’t cry. He’d meet your parents and be as polite as possible, doing his best to keep up with conversations and even singing for them in their native language to show how he respected their culture. Despite this, he managed to pick up on your parents hating on his singing, saying it had ruined the song and he had to bite his lip, hiding how upset he was by the comment. You came to comfort him and he shook his head, saying he’d be alright. After that, he kept coming back to your parent’s house, each time with a new phrase that he had learnt to express how much he loved you and that he respected your parent’s thoughts but wanted to be with you. He eventually managed to convince them.

“I convinced them, Y/N.” You ran up and took him into a hug, thanking him a thousand times.

Originally posted by itschiminie

Taehyung: To be honest, he’d also be upset as well as frustrated, but as a true actor, he’d mask his emotions and do his best to talk to your parents respectfully, ignoring any of their harsh comments. That’s not to say he wouldn’t talk behind their backs with you though,  annoyed at how stubborn they were. Yet, he didn’t give up. Taehyung did everything he could to try and convince your parents, even if it was difficult.

“I’m not giving up on them, so don’t worry.”

Originally posted by fairybcby

Jungkook: Like the others, he’d be quite disappointed and feel hurt by how they based who should date their child on something like that. You would bite your lip every time they said something bad about him and he’d have to force a smile. That wouldn’t stop him though. He’d be determined to win them over, hoping that showing his devotion to you would show how serious he was.

“Sorry, they said a lot against you… Maybe we should give up…?”

“No way, I can convince them.”

Originally posted by lovejeon

The Note | Part Two

A/N: This is part two to my first ever imagine. Please bear with me as I’m new to this but feel free to give any feed back!

Warnings: Violence

As Sweet Pea stands, no doubt glaring at whoever stands beneath him on the steps, I stand on my tippy toes to peer over his shoulder - to no avail. Then I hear what confirms my suspicions and deepens the pit of anxiety swelling in my stomach. Chucks cold voice.

“I’m here to bring Y/N home,” the smirk is clear in his voice.

“Why would you do that? You broke up. Months ago,” Sweet Pea states sneeringly.

I hear a soft, condescending chuckle and it sends shivers through my spine.

“Listen, I get why she’s here. You’re just a rebound and she’s trying to get over me. She wants a taste of something different, someone rebellious before she comes back to me,” amusement drips from Chucks words. I scoff behind Sweet Pea, perhaps a little too loudly as he turns and shoots me a warning look. He turns back to Chuck, his perfect eyebrows raised and shakes his head with a similar chuckles to Chucks.

“You fucking Northsiders,” he mutters. “She’s not going anywhere, not with you.”

Sweet Pea attempts to shut the door in Chucks face but Chuck stops it just in time. Forcing himself inside. The surprise of Chucks actions causes Sweet Pea to stumble backwards. Chuck takes this to his advantage and pushes him down, causing me to let out a yelp.

Chuck strides over to me and grabs me firmly by the forearm, pulling me roughly.

He leans down, close to my ear and whispers, “you’re mine now, slut.”

Sweet Pea stands and pushes him away from me. I step back, out of the line of fire. Chuck lands a nasty right hook into Sweet Pea’s eye. The shock of it catches him off guard, allowing Chuck to take advantage of the moment of weakness. He punches Sweet Pea in the jaw, then lands a sickening punch into Sweet Peas stomach. I was standing, watching them, too shocked to move. Adrenaline suddenly courses through my veins. I stepped between the two, something Sweet Pea didn’t notice as he was turned away from me, gathering his strength, and I push Chuck away from him, with a loud grunt. He is a lot bigger and stronger than I am. Sweet Pea stands and swings a punch, wrongly thinking Chuck was in the place i stood. He gets him in the eye. He realises what he did and becomes more enraged than ever. He gently pushes me out of the way and strides to Chuck. Pushing him out of the trailer.

“You leave her the fuck alone. You never come back here. I will kill you if you come back!” He bellowed.

Another cold chuckles came from Chuck.

“I’m not the one he punched her. I’ll be back for her. She doesn’t belong here, not with you.”

Sweet Pea slammed the door and promptly kicked it. KICK… KICK… KICK…

“Sweet Pea,” my voice is a whisper. He turns to me, he looks horrible. His eye is swelling and turning purple, there’s a big bruise forming on the right side of his jaw, and blood trickles from his noise. But what makes him look the worst is the guilt and the anger written all over his face. He hurt me and that’s something he’ll never forgive.

He strides over to me and puts his hands softly on my cheeks. His right thumb gently brushing over the tender skin that i could feel swelling and bruising.

“I’m sorry,” he breaths out. “I’m so sorry.”

Bad Girl(18+) | ReaderxTaehyung

Genre: Smut 

Themes/ topics you will find within: Thanksgiving dinner, family gathering, teasing, daddy kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, BDSM themes, Dom! Tae, oral


       As Taehyung was driving us to his mum’s house, I couldn’t help but smile. I was finally going to meet his family, but more importantly, enjoy great food. I was so excited I could barely contain myself. Taehyung pulled into the driveway and parked the car. He opened the door for me. “What’s got you all smiley, Babygirl?” he asked, the nickname making me blush. “I-I’m just so excited, Tae!” I beamed. He flashed his trademark rectangle smile. 

     We walked up to the door, which he also opened for me. I was greeted warmly by his family. “Hello. I’m (Y/N), Taehyung’s girlfriend.” I introduced myself, bowing. “The food is almost ready. Please, come in and take a seat.” His mum motioned us to the dining room table. The table was full of many different kinds of food.Taehyung and I sat in the two chairs that were left. The last few dishes were placed on the table, as Taehyung’s mother stood up to say grace.

     I sneakily put my hand on Tae’s thigh under the table, squeezing gently. He lifted my hand off his thigh and gave me a warning look. I decided to ignore his warning and press my luck. I put my hand back on his thigh, moving it closer to his crotch, smirking deviously at him. “Baby, you better cut that out right now,” he growled. “Or what?” I teased, moving my hand onto his bulge, palming it rebelliously. He grabbed my wrist roughly, his grip tight. “You naughty, naughty girl. I’m not gonna go easy on you tonight,” he whispered in a sultry tone. He was making me wetter by the second.

     Tae’s mum had finally finished her speech and we dug in to our food. Tae didn’t say a word to me throughout the whole meal, he just kept giving me dirty looks. Once we finished our meal, we got up, Tae bowed, and in an effort to delay my punishment I asked Mrs. Kim if she needed any help cleaning up. “Aw, Sweetie. I appreciate your offer, but I think I can handle it,” she said. Accepting that my endeavor had failed, I bowed as well. 

     Taehyung and I exited the house and walked out to the car. Tae was silent for the whole car ride, focusing on the road with a stone cold face, driving a bit faster than he usually did. 

     Once we got back to the apartment, Tae grabbed my wrist and marched me into the bedroom. He pushed me down onto the bed, walking away to take off his clothes. He walked over to the closet, grabbing a bondage rope, a vibrator, and a spreader bar. He set the supplies on the bed. “Strip,” he commanded. I did as he instructed. Once I was naked, he set up the spreader bar, then tied my wrists to my thighs. He sat up on the bed right in front of me. “Now you have to watch me touch myself. You can’t touch me or yourself, and you have to keep your eyes on me the whole time. Got it?” he said. “Y-yes, Daddy,” I replied. He started stroking himself, rolling his thumb over the tip of his cock. He let out deep, breathy moans. I compulsively tried to move my thighs together but was stopped by the spreader bar. He smirked as he watched me struggle. My eyes started to wander. “Uh-uh. Eyes on me, Princess,” he directed, looking me right in the eye. I bit my lip as he started pumping himself faster, his breath quickening, occasionally letting out low groans. 

     He came with a low, guttural moan. After he caught his breath, he crawled over towards me. He lowered his head down to my wet pussy, teasing my folds with light kitten licks. “Mmm, Baby. You taste so sweet. Now this is what I call dessert” he purred, making direct eye contact while going down on me. He spread out my lips as he licked a long stripe up my slit, making me squirm against the restraints. He took his middle finger, sliding it effortlessly into my slick entrance, then slipped the second one in. I was already whimpering, then he stuck in a third finger, pumping them in and out of my pussy. As he pumped his fingers at a steady pace, I started to moan progressively louder, tightening on his fingers, my orgasm approaching. 

     He yanked his fingers out, causing me to whine from the abrupt stop in his ministrations. “Not yet, Baby.” He rolled over and grabbed the vibrator, turning it on low and barely pressing it against my clit, causing me to shudder. He put his middle finger into my pussy with his free hand. He turned up the vibrator on medium power, making me whimper and squirm. “Yah! D-daddyyyyyy!” I moaned. He felt me clamp down on his finger and raised the vibrator from my clit. “Daddyyyy… why’d you stop? I was so close!” I whined. He smirked. “Well, if I give you what you want right away, how is that a punishment?” he said smugly. I frowned. “Don’t worry, Baby. You’ll cum soon enough,” he cooed. 

     He placed the vibrator back onto my clit and added another finger into my pussy, curling his fingers inside of me. “D-daddy…p-please…let me…please Daddy…let me c-cum…wahh…” I begged between moans. He quickened his pace. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum all over Daddy’s fingers.” he cooed. With a sharp cry, I hit my high, Tae slowly sliding his long, slender fingers in and out of my entrance, helping me ride out my orgasm. “Goood girl,” he praised. Taehyung turned off the vibrator and set it aside. He dove right for my clit, assaulting it with his tongue. He skillfully rolled his tongue over my clit, simultaneously pumping three fingers in and out of my pussy. As my walls started to tighten on his long fingers, he drove them deep inside me, curling them to hit my G spot. My orgasm hit a second time, making me squirt all over his face. He smirked, licking his lips, face glistening with my cum. 

     I barely had time to settle down from my orgasm when he started licking at my slit, flattening his tongue and flicking it at my clit. He pressed his thumb onto my clit and started rubbing it in circles. As I felt my walls tightening again, Tae must’ve sensed it, too because he started to go even faster. A third orgasm washed over me, having me shaking all over. “D-daddy! Stop! Agh! It’s t-too much!” I cried out between gasps. “You’ll take your punishment, slut. This is what naughty girls like you get for disobeying Daddy.” He growled, spanking my clit, eliciting an involuntary yelp from me.

     With that he started fingering me brutally and attacking my clit with his tongue. Thanks to my heightened sensitivity from three consecutive orgasms, I came in less than two minutes. He let up for a moment then started up again, making me scream and writhe against the restraints. He flattened his tongue on my clit and started lapping at it vigorously, making me squirt almost instantaneously. 


     He continued this into the early hours of the morning. By the end of it all, I had cum at least 16 times, my body shaking all over, and my pussy pulsing. He undid my restraints and went in the bathroom to grab me a warm towel and helped clean me up. “What a gooood girl…” he cooed, rubbing my back and peppering tender kisses all over. I smiled at him. “I’m so lucky to have you, TaeTae,” I gushed. “Daddy’s lucky to have you, too, Babygirl,” he responded. I fell asleep in his arms as he stroked my hair and hummed lullabies to me.


A/N: Thanks for reading! Feedback is always appreciated. If you really enjoyed this story, please reblog it so others can see my work too. 

Tom Hiddleston Imagine - Personal Questions

Anonymous said:

TomHiddlestonXReader // they’re a new couple and they have a lot to learn about each other. One night, they play 20 questions (any question game rly) and Tom asks an innocent question that turns out to be very serious.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression and toxic relationships


Your P.O.V.

Me and my boyfriend, Tom were having a lazy night at his house. We had been on a few successful dates and he asked me to be his girlfriend. That was a couple weeks ago and luckily, I said yes because now we were here. We were both in our pajamas, mine were red and his were grey. It was almost perfect.

Tom was the first person to make me this happy. In such a short period of time, he grew to be one of the most important person in my life.

The flames were torturing the wood in the fireplace and it filled the fancy house with warmth. We were sat by the fireplace on some bean bags I found adorable. ‘’I hope you like cocoa’’ Tom smiled softly as he handed me a white mug with hot cocoa and whipped cream. ‘’Who wouldn’t?’’ I giggled happily as I grabbed it, taking the warm mug to my pink lips.

Tom sat down beside me and tasted his own drink. As I faced him, I saw a mustache of whipped cream above his lips. ‘’You’ve got..’’ I mumbled and placed my mug on the hardwood floor. Tom raised his eyebrow curiously as I leaned closer to him, my eyes glued to his mouth. Our relationship was still quite a pretty new thing so I was nervous yet intrigued around him. 

I wiped most of it away with my thumb. That’s when Tom realized what he had there and he smiled. I didn’t even notice he wasn’t holding his mug until he pulled me on his lap, making me squeal. ‘’Tom!’’ I almost screamed but then I started laughing. He gazed down at me so lovingly it caused my heart to flutter. ‘’What? Are you afraid of some cream?’’ He purred joyfully before bending down to kiss me. 

My heart jumped to my throat but I kissed him back, not caring much about the cream that spread on my face. My arms tangled behind his head and I played with his soft hair. Tom’s huge hands held onto my body carefully as our lips were crashing so softly. My entire body was tingling from excitement as we devoured each other’s mouths.

We parted and for a moment, we just looked at each other so happily. I was the one to break our little moment as I crawled back to my seat so I could grab my drink. ‘’You’ve got something up there’’ Tom teased me innocently and tapped his own upper lip. ‘’Ha ha ha’’ I tried to reply sarcastically but I couldn’t hold back the actual laugh. Then I wiped the cream off and licked it off my finger, not feeling bothered to get up to wash my hands.

‘‘So what did you have in mind?’‘ I asked my boyfriend as I remembered his text message. He had wanted me to come over because he found some cards. I had no idea what kind of cards. My question made his eyes widen as he probably remembered. ‘‘Oh- that. Wait a second’‘ He excused himself and got up. I followed his moves with my eyes, smiling like a dummy. Tom walked to the bookshelf and he grabbed a green box. Then he returned next to me.

‘‘I’m not sure what this is called but this is really simple. It’s a pack of cards, each with a few questions and we ask each other them. I thought it would be a fun way to get to know each other better’‘ Tom admitted sweetly which just melted my heart. ‘‘It sounds like a lot of fun’‘ I let him know. 

‘‘Good, women first’‘ He nodded as he handed me half of the pack. I grabbed the new, slippery cards and smiled, then looking down. The first card had three questions. ‘‘A, B or C?’‘ I asked Tom and eyed the questions. They were all quite different. ‘‘B’‘ He replied quickly and sounded ready for this.

‘‘Do you believe in ghosts?’‘ I read out the question and immediately thought of him in one of his movies, Crimson Peak. ‘‘Oh’‘ Tom chuckled, probably thinking the same as me. ‘‘A little, yeah. You never know’‘ He answered honestly. Just listening to his raspy voice filled me with joy. I was still unable to believe I was lucky enough to meet him let alone go on a date!

‘‘Okay, A, B or C?’‘ Tom asked me and I noticed that his smile faded at one question. ‘‘A’‘ I made my decision and then waited, growing nervous for some reason. ‘‘Have you got any scars?’‘ Tom read it out rather innocently. For me, the question felt like a weigh that was just thrown onto my face.

My chest felt tight and my brain was yelling at me that this was it, he knew. I even felt guilty so I had to look away from him. Unexpectedly, all the darkness knocked on the door and tried to come back to me. All the darkness I had fought so hard against for years, hoping I could forget. 

‘‘Y/N, are you alright?’‘ Tom noticed that I didn’t answer. He put the cards away and tried to touch my arm. I pulled myself away from him although I didn’t really want to. ‘‘I’m sorry’‘ I whispered, feeling ill as my stomach twisted in some mad knots. I stood up and hugged myself, trying to calm down. Tom didn’t just sit and stare. He got up as well and grabbed my shoulders gently. 

‘‘Y/N, what are you sorry about?’‘ He whispered softly, evidently concerned about me. By now, tears stung my eyes. Great! Just great. ‘‘For not t-telling you..and now I’ve r-ruined this night’‘ I stuttered and my body was trembling. ‘‘No no no, you haven’t ruined anything’‘ He was quick to assure me that. Then he wrapped his strong arms around me safely, pulling me close to his chest. 

His scent made me feel a little better but I couldn’t fight the warm tears that rolled down my face, some soaking into his grey T-shirt. For a moment, I felt lost. My mouth wasn’t moving and I was just crying. Damn, I could barely stand. Tom rubbed his hands up and down my back and he whispered sweet nothings to me, assuring me it was alright.

Then after a few minutes, I gathered enough courage to speak. A few tears stayed on my skin, cooling down there before falling down. ‘’A few years ago..’’ I started but the overwhelming pain crashed over me. Tom wasn’t dumb. He knew that this was serious and it could take a while. So he helped me down so I could sit on his lap and he could still hold me.

‘‘A few years ago I was in a really toxic relationship’‘ I spat the words out of my mouth, feeling both relieved and bad at the same time. Tom’s body tensed as I said that sentence and I couldn’t help but to face him. His eyes were full of concern and he seemed shocked, even sad. 

‘‘My boyfriend at the time was..how could I say this.. he was horrible’‘ I tried to put it into words but it was hard. I hadn’t told many people about this, so far only the police, a few doctors, a psychologist and one friend who I didn’t speak to anymore. I was afraid my past would ruin my future. ‘‘He took his anger out on me’‘ I whispered and then closed my eyes, gulping as the memory played in front of my eyes.

Tom held me tighter and I could hear his heartbeat as my head rested against his chest. It grew faster. ‘’I’m so sorry, Y/N’’ Tom cooed with a broken voice. I faced my boyfriend who had glossy, reddened eyes and a few silent tears on his cheeks. Seeing him like this hurt my heart and soul, especially because I felt like it was my fault.

I raised my hand so I could cup his face, wiping a tear away with my thumb. ‘’It ended in a bad way’’ I continued, thinking I should tell him everything now so I wouldn’t have to do it later. ‘’H-he..he lost a bet against some guy he owed money to. As he came home, there wasn’t food on the table because I had a high fewer’’ I took a break, catching my breath before I would burst out to new tears.

The memories were painful just to think about. I stared at the floor and gathered enough strength to finish the story of my past. My body was still trembling like a leaf and I felt cold. My head was aching from the tears and probably as I thought about the night that had changed so many things.

‘‘He really took it out on me. It was..I can’t even describe how scared I was. He beat me so bad I thought I would die. In fact, i-if our neighbour wouldn’t have heard my cries for help, I would’ve died. The police stopped him just in time’‘ I allowed Tom to hear the nightmares I had lived through. His pretty eyes were wide open from shock and his rosy lips were parted. 

It’s like he couldn’t believe it. ‘’Y/N’’ He whispered my name but he didn’t say anything. I watched as he looked at my body, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes once again. I sniffled and then pulled up my shirt, pushing down the pajama pants so he could see my hip. It was a nasty scar from the knife wound my ex gave me.

‘‘There, that’s..that’s one of the scars’‘ I whispered, answering his question. Tom touched my scar very gently, almost like he was afraid he’d hurt me. As his long finger touched the scarred skin, he inhaled a sharp breath. One of his hot tears landed on my stomach but I didn’t mind. This moment was pretty intense and emotional. I had told him about my horrible past but it felt okay. I trusted him enough with my secrets.

‘‘I’m so so so sorry you had to go through that’‘ Tom suddenly spoke up. I just nodded, too overwhelmed to form proper words. ‘‘It’s not right..no, it’s so wrong. How could anyone lay a hand on you? You’re too sweet, too beautiful..too perfect for such cruel actions’‘ Tom continued and I could tell this messed with his mind a little bit.

Then he wrapped his arms around me once again, letting his tears flow down his face as I cried again. My chest felt heavy as I sobbed against him, holding onto his shirt for dear life. 

We stayed like that for a while until we slowly calmed down. I played with my hands as Tom held me ever so softly, his left hand on my hip as he traced soft patterns on my skin. He looked genuinely hurt as I looked at his face. Every once in a while, he shook his head, almost in disbelief. It was a lot to process for him. I couldn’t blame him. I just told him that I had almost died once by the hands of my ex.

‘‘I won’t ever lay my hands on you, never ever. I wish you can trust me, okay? I’ll be there for you even in times of doubt’‘ He broke the silence between us. Something about his words made my heart beat faster and I cracked a smile although I was fighting against my tears. ‘‘I trust you’‘ I whispered quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

Tom leaned down to place a kiss on my head, giving me a sense of safety. I truly did trust this man.

Who Are You? - Part 2

The story continues! This one is a little longer than the previous chapter. I decided to name the first person character. Hope that doesn’t throw any of you out of the story. Would love feedback/criticism.  

Warnings: girl is in the hospital because she was drugged, some swearing.

Click here to read Part 1.


I was sitting in the waiting room 7 hours later. I had rushed Gen to the Emergency Room, knowing that she would be mad when she woke up, but I knew how important it was to go get medical help before it was too late. The staff had been taking care of her since we arrived. They told me 2 hours ago that she was doing well, but they also said that they were going to pump her stomach.

I anxiously picked at the skin around my thumbnail. It had begun bleeding about 3 hours in, and I was just making it worse. I couldn’t help how anxious I felt. I had hated hospitals since I was a kid and had seen my grandmother slip away in one. She had been my rock and the only real family member I had ever had. My mother was still around, but she was either at work or off somewhere drinking herself into a stupor. I had been fending for myself since my grandmother Esther left me.

I hated the smell of this place more than anything - mint Tic Tacs and sadness was the best description. I glanced around at the sparse décor. The drab colors and uncomfortable chairs didn’t add to my comfort.

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More American than Apple Pie (William Nylander)

Anonymous said:

Hey hi hello could you do a William nylander imagine about thanksgiving with your family in Boston (I know Canada and the US have different thanksgivings) and he’s nervous because he hasn’t met them yet and because they’re all huge bruins fans and clearly he’s not a bruin lol thank you doll

Word count: 1678

Author’s note: I know that I haven’t been going in order of when I received my requests lately and I’m sorry, but sometimes inspiration strikes me for different stories at different times. Happy Thanksgiving!

Originally posted by willynylanders

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Switching roles (Patrick Hockstetter imagine)

► Summary: Patrick always has the lead when it comes to sex but this time he wakes up to a little surprise.

(You can find more of my stories on my MASTERLIST)

► Pair: Patrick Hockstetter x reader

► Warnings: SMUT, like very NSWF, unprotected sex, swearing.

Author’s notes: I’m so happy with how this imagine came out and I really hope you like it! As I always say, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistake, english is not my first language.

► Taglist: @makotta @that-one-emo-kid@screechingwanton@sittingwithlucifer @mr-zippy@dannibarnesflair@pennywisetheslut@mrshockstetter@sighlilyc@angeli-fucking-cat @baileystorm17 @itwasmathilda@everheart2121@schneewittchen00  (Patrick Hockstetter imagines taglist is still open! If you want to get tagged on the next ones let me know!)

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Constructive criticism is always welcome


Patrick was laying on your bed, peacefully sleeping while you were doing your homework, the same he should be doing but of course he didn’t care at all.
At first he had tried to persuade you on doing things far more interesting than your literature homework such as study our own anatomies as he had said but you were as stubborn as he was sometimes and besides literature was your favorite subject.
He had growled in a defeated way when he threw his body onto your mattress but he remained silent, letting you work because as soon as you finished the true fun could begin.

Books now closed and the reading lamp off. You turned still sitting on your desk wheelchair to see your boyfriend sleeping and occupying your whole bed. A playful and lustful smirk appeared on your face as soon as the idea hit you.
Sex with Patrick was great, like really great, but there was something you always wanted to try and he had never let you, at least completely; being on control.
When you tried to take control over the situation he always made you know that it wasn’t going to happen, or maybe he’ll let you be the one calling the shots for a short while so when he was leading again he could see your pouting and frustrated face, which he happened to love.
Patrick was a heavy sleeper and you knew that so why not take advantage from it?

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Guardian Angel (1/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 3.297

Summary: Life had always had a way of putting Bucky on one rollercoaster after the other, and when Bucky finds himself being a guardian angel, he realizes Hydra might have been a piece of cake in comparison. 

Warning(s): language, all fun!

A/N: *insert gif of Mushu going “I liiiiive”* Hellloooo my lovelies. So I’m back from the dead, and this time I brought a multichapter fic with me! Apologies if the first chapter isn’t all that, but I promise this is a fun one, fluff all the way! I hope you enjoy, as always feedback is greatly appreciated and once again, you have no idea just how much I love you all! <3 


Bucky Barnes had never in his life imagined he’d reach being a century old. Not looking a day over thirty while in reality being a hundred, well that wasn’t exactly what he had imagined either. But most of his life had turned out far different than he had imagined. He hadn't’ imagined falling off a moving train, then be kidnapped by Hydra, wiped of everything he knew and used as a weapon for their agendas. But there was a saying that went along the lines with “Life is never what you want it to be.” And Bucky’s life? Well, his life had a tendency to always throw him out for a loop whenever he felt like he had it all figured out.

An example of this was when he had finally accepted he was just a weapon, Steve showed up, when he had finally hidden in Bucharest, he was framed for a bombing of the UN headquarters. When that had been said and done, and he had finally found peace in Wakanda, a war had broken loose from a different galaxy to ours. So life had its way of disturbing Bucky’s peace of heart.  

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Joker Imagine - Sugar Daddy

@mistajsqueen said:

can you do a joker x reader where the reader becomes homeless because she can’t afford rent and can’t get a job or anything like that and the Joker finds her and takes her in and takes care of her and gives her everything she needs and wants and during this whole thing they fall in love

Warnings: None? He’s just gonna become your sugar daddy, so prepare yourselves I guess :)


Originally posted by begavet

Your P.O.V.

Gotham’s dark and criminal streets weren’t the safest ones to live in. But I had absolutely no choice but to live here. My ex co-workers had done me nasty which made my boss fire me. I couldn’t get a job in time so I lost my apartment. You know what they say, you know who your real friends are if they’re with you through thick and thin. I guess I had none since they all cut me out as I became homeless.

I was determined to survive tho. Luckily, I knew self-defence and I was pretty tough. During the few hard weeks I had gotten to know people, the good and the bad. I knew pretty much who I could trust and who I should avoid, I got myself a backpack with a bottle I always filled with water, a dirty blanket, some cash and even a knife. I kept the knife in my hoodie tho, because I could need it at any time.

Today was just another casual, rainy and cold day. Gotham was busy as people walked through without even noticing me. Well, it was a good thing they didn’t. I was sitting on someone’s balcony, looking down at the people.I needed more cash so I could buy food. My eyes scanned an alley beside a club. A teenage boy in way too fancy clothes just sat there, looking at his phone. Perfect.

I jumped down smoothly, landing on my feet without getting hurt.Then I looked around me, searching for cars and police. My route was clear so I got on the other side of the way. The boy hadn’t noticed me at all. He had long,dark eyelashes, tan skin and his jacket looked as expensive as the rent of my old apartment, which was way too high for a jobless person.

Just as I tried to snatch his wallet, someone bumped into me. I messed up my steps but I caught my balance just in time. My heart jumped to my throat as a fist was coming straight towards me. ‘’Hey!’’ I screamed and dodged by lowered my head. Then I leaped against the tall man in front of me. I was taken by surprise and the adrenaline rush didn’t allow me to focus on details.

I kicked his chest and then I took a few steps back. The person was wearing a black mask with two holes in it for eyes. Quickly, I ran towards him and secretly grabbed my knife. He attempted to grab my waist and I let him. As his strong arms held me, I dug my sharp knife deep in his back. It felt disgusting as the sharp blade pierced his flesh and blood oozed out of the wound. His arms tensed but he didn’t hold me anymore.

I pulled my knife out and then ran away from him, worried the police would come. What the fuck just happened? Who was that? I had no idea why they attacked me and it was creeping me out. As I looked back, I noticed he was chasing me. Running would be useless unless I could climb up. I look to my right and I saw the entrance to the club. Without any hesitation, I ran inside although it was too early for it to be packed.

I entered the building that smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. My heart was jumping in my throat and my body could barely stand still thanks to the boost of adrenaline. I saw a very fancy bar, a shiny dancefloor, some purple and gold booths that were empty now. A green haired man caught my attention. He was staring at me with a red smile that sent shivers down my core.

It was the Joker!

Before my brains could process the fact I was staring at Gotham’s most wanted, someone pushed me from my behind. I was sent harshly towards one of the tables but my mind worked quickly and I used it for my good. As I hit the table, I turned around so I was on my back. The man I had stabbed ran towards me and I got just enough time to kick his chest. His wound had made him weaker but it seemed like he wanted revenge for it.

He stumbled back a little bit. I got off the table and literally jumped at him, wrapping my legs around his neck and I squeezed all the air out of him. His hands touched my legs and he tried to claw me through my jeans. It didn’t really work out. 

‘‘Leave me alone!’‘ I screamed at the stranger who so badly wanted to hurt me. His eyes were turning red as his skin got a shade of purple on it. Suddenly, he fell back on his back. I did a somersault to avoid getting my ankles broken from the fall. As I stood up, a third person joined this moment.

It was the Joker. I watched as he loaded his gun and pulled the trigger like it was nothing, splashing the man’s brains on the club floor. My eyes widened and I gasped, shocked as I saw how easily he killed off the stranger. ‘’You’ve impressed me’’ He spoke to me and I heard the raspiness in his voice.

I glanced at his hand that held the gun. Would he shoot me as well? ‘’Don’t worry, I’m not going to let such a beautiful yet dangerous doll go to waste’’ He laughed as he put his gun into a black holster. I licked my dry lips and then tried to relax. So far, he didn’t seem like a threat to me.

‘‘What’s your name? Why did this scumbag chase you to me?’‘ The Joker tried to make a conversation with me. It had been weeks since I had an actual conversation so I felt a little weirded out. I stood up straight and sighed. ‘‘I’m Y/N. I-I don’t really know. I was going to steal a wallet but he came out of nowhere’’ I admitted my plans for some reasons. Joker gave me a confused look and he walked closer to me, avoiding the pool of blood on the floor.

‘‘Why would you need to steal a wallet, pumpkin?’‘ He asked me curiously, calling me pumpkin either to make me trust him or just because it was his way of communicating. A blush heated up my cheeks and I looked down, almost ashamed of telling the Joker this.

‘‘I’m homeless’‘ I let him know quietly, then wondering why the hell I still was here. According to the other homeless people I knew, who happened to be criminals, I should’ve ran off ages ago. They told me to never do business with this man but as I stood in front of him, I felt intrigued.

‘‘Well I think we could change that’‘ He purred mysteriously, causing me to face the clown prince of crime. My eyes widened and for the first time in forever, I felt hopeful. ‘‘What- how?’‘ I asked him, showing way too much interest. The Joker smiled and I saw his metal grillz. I also noticed that he had a few scars from battles, very crimson lips and beautiful, icy blue eyes. It all fit together in a strange way.

‘‘Well if you’re as skilled as I just saw, we could make a deal. You bring mayhem with me and I will let you stay in my penthouse’‘ He offered me a deal that sounded rather alluring, almost too good to be true. My lips parted and I tried to think but I was too shocked to do that. Even the thought of a warm bed, food, shelter caused my body to tingle from excitement. 

‘‘So, what do you say Y/N. Do we have a deal?’‘ The Joker wanted to know and he reached out his hand for me. It didn’t take too long for me to act. ‘‘We do’‘ I smiled and shook his hand, having no idea what I just put myself into.

***

It had been six months since Mr.J had offered me the deal of a lifetime that I had accepted. During that time, he had spoiled me in a way I didn’t expect from a man like him. It turned out he liked spoiling me, like a sugar daddy. In the beginning, I had my own room but the tension between us grew and we ended up sharing a bed.

The Joker and I were a power couple in Gotham. Batman probably hated us but we had an amazing time with little tricks here and there. Today I had something special in mind for him, almost like a thank you for everything. As he was somewhere with Frost and everyone, I was alone in the fancy ass penthouse.

I roamed through my old room that worked as a wardrobe and make-up room. I had just taken a long bath and I was only wearing my baby pink bathrobe and my hair was wrapped into a white towel that soaked the water out. I looked around curiously, hoping I could find the perfect clothes for tonight. I really wanted to surprise Mr.J.

I put together something I thought he’d like; a white bra covered in lace, matching panties, some white straps that went around my waist, stay-up stockings with small jewels and they were connected to my panties with white straps, golden heels, a diamond choker and to stay warm, a golden kimono. 

I did my hair and make-up the way I liked it and then I just waited. As I roamed around the penthouse, I began to think. As my fingers touched the home bar, I sighed. If it wasn’t for Mr.J, I’d probably still sit on the streets, freezing off my ass. Perhaps I would’ve died by now. 

My eyes looked outside the huge windows and I saw Gotham. It was dark outside and some stars tried to come through the clouds that hung above the city. From up here, it seemed like a completely normal city. But I knew it by core. It was dark and full of crime. It was beautiful to look at from here. Buildings were full of lights and I saw people walking around in groups.

All the chaos J and I could bring was catastrophic. For new year, we had planned a huge explosion in the sky with confetti and money we’d steal from the bank. It’s not that we were interested in making a charity, all the money we’d give out would cause trouble. Just to wish Batman a happy new year, you know?

My thoughts vanished as I heard the door opening. Quickly, I ran behind the wall so I could surprise J. ‘’Kitten, where are you?’’ J called out for me. I could tell by his voice that he was in a good mood. Footsteps approached me so I held my breath and pressed my back against the cold, living room wall. He walked past me and stopped, obviously noticing the lay out on the glass table, wine and champagne.

I turned on the lights and he turned around to look at me. I smiled confidently and let the kimono fall on the dark grey floor. J’s eyes widened and his lips curved into an ‘o’ as he whistled. ‘’Well, well, well what is this for?’’ He purred and licked his lips hungrily, making me oh so excited for this.

‘‘Welcome home J. I just thought I could thank you for everything’‘ I let him know warmly and walked past him. He looked closely as I bent down to pour of some champagne. I put my ass up in the air teasingly, most definitely on purpose. As I felt his warm hand rubbing my skin, I stood up straight and handed him a glass. ‘‘Be patient, daddy. We’ve got all night’‘ I whispered seducingly and then offered him a sweet smile. He took the glass and smirked before tasting the drink.

I drank as well, loving the bubbly liquid I downed easily. I didn’t want to get drunk tho. ‘’You look desirable, doll. I can’t wait to tear all these clothes off of you’’ J murmured into my ear deeply, almost making me sway. His words did magic to me. ‘’Oh J-’’ I started and put my hand on his chest. He was wearing a silky white button-up but not for long. I began to unbutton his shirt slowly, that too of course on purpose. 

‘‘You haven’t seen everything, just wait until you see the bedroom’‘ I let him know joyfully. Then I bit my lower lip and pulled off his shirt, placing it on the red couch. ‘‘I should leave you alone more often if it means I’ll come home to this’‘ He chuckled and grabbed my wrists, pulling me so close that our bodies touched. He leaned down until our noses touched and I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss his damn lips.

Without hesitation, we shut the distance between us and forgot about the champagne as we melted into a very rough yet hungry kiss.

To be loved, Chapter 3

TITLE: To be loved

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3

AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine your mother (who you hate because she’s never been a great mother to you.) Brings home her new boyfriend, who so happens to be Loki. You can’t help but be jealous and have a huge crush on him…

RATING: M

To say I was shitting myself about Loki returning that evening was an understatement.

But to my relief, when he returned he acted like nothing had happened at all.

A week went by and there was nothing said. He wasn’t weird around me in any way at all. I was glad, but still confused. Then again, I thought perhaps he was just too embarrassed to speak about it.

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It has been three years since Baz last set foot in in his hometown of Watford, with no plans to return. When a frantic phone call from his stepmother brings him back from university unexpectedly, Baz is forced to confront the events of his past, question his plans for the future, and finally resolve what has haunted him ever since he left Watford–and Simon–behind: do people really get second chances?

genre(s): angst+fluff+smut (in later chapters)

chapter length: 3163 words

triggers/warnings: none for this chapter

author’s note: a giant thank you to @cherryonsimon & @rainbowbaz for the beta/britpicking! full acknowledgments will be posted with the last chapter



The Isle of Mage is six kilometres long and six kilometres wide. It’s home to a mere 1,078 citizens who inhabit its three villages–Salisbury, Thistledown, and Watford. The island relies on tourism as its main source of income, and every year people flock here to see the various sights. There’s no shortage of those; everything from the natural tide pools on the rocky beaches to the castle that looms on top of the hill. It’s the type of idyllic place everyone fantasises about living in.

Everyone who isn’t me, of course.

I hate this place. I’d hated it then, and I hate it still. I hate how small everything is, how everyone seeks to know everyone else’s business. I hate the near constant stench of fish that never seems to go away–despite the fact that the fishery shut down close to a decade ago–and I hate all the fucking sheep.

I hate how everyone is content to stay here, to waste their lives in this mediocre village on this mediocre island where no one has ever actually accomplished anything noteworthy. At all. Ever. (If you don’t believe me, check the Wikipedia page.)

The thought of living here forever–of being stuck–had terrified me as a teenager. I’d always known I would leave when I could, that I had no future here. For most of secondary school all I focused on was getting out. I worked hard to stay at the top of my class, and had my eyes set on uni (any one, really, as long as it wasn’t here) as long as I can remember. It had been the perfect plan; I wasn’t attached enough to anyone on the island to miss them. Not enough to stay.

(Except maybe Simon.)

“I’m going to bed,” Daphne says once she turns off the car.

Her voice sounds remarkably different than it had when she rang me in a panic yesterday afternoon to let me know that she was at the hospital with my father, and that he’d had a heart attack. She hadn’t explicitly asked me to come, but the expectation was obvious. So I did. I came back, like I said I wouldn’t, to play the role of the dutiful son, standing by my father’s bedside and consoling my stepmother as she cried.

I nod to show I’ve heard her, but make no move to exit her SUV. I’m not ready to enter the house just yet. (Or at all, really.)

Eventually the lights inside shut off, and I crack my neck before I climb out, slamming the door harder than necessary. The empty space where my car used to sit makes me sadder than it should. I’d only had it for a short time, but it was long enough to grow attached.

The fact that my father sold it is old news—he wouldn’t allow me to take it to school unless I went to Oxford like he’d wanted. Which I didn’t. So I left it and he sold it. (Bastard.)

My gaze flicks to the right and a slow grin spreads across my face, because on the opposite side of the garage is my father’s most prized possession: his forest green Jaguar, kept in perfectly pristine condition, with the top down and the keys still in the ignition. Growing up I’d barely been allowed to look at it, never allowed to ride in it. Definitely never allowed to drive it.

Taking that car would be a spiteful, juvenile thing. Petty. Immature. Unnecessary.

I do it anyway.

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Malec – Sick!Magnus

I know I have a lot of requests to do but since I have to type this on mobile, it’s going to be really short and I prefer doing longer fics for requests unless it’s specified as a drabble. Once I get back to my school, I’ll fill a request on my computer. Since this is also posted on mobile, sorry for any formatting issues. I’ll fix it later haha

Though Alec was standing right outside the bathroom door, he was sure he would have been able to hear Magnus’ heaving blocks blocks away. Though he knew it was futile, he tried the door once again, only to curse when he found it was still locked. “Magnus, come on,” he called out. “You know I can get in if I really want to. Just let me in.”

Alec heard his boyfriend spit into the toilet before answering him. “There’s absolutely no reason for you to come in here, Alexander. I’m perfectly-” Magnus stopped speaking and another heave echoed through the bathroom. “I’m fine. Please just… you don’t need to see this.”

Alec rolled his eyes but complied, knowing that if Magnus truly needed space, it was best to give it to him. The last time he had annoyed his warlock boyfriend, all of his Shadowhunter gear had been covered in glitter. Not wanting to have to deal with that mess again, Alec decided against breaking the door down. Instead, he just folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, patiently waiting for his boyfriend to stop puking his guts out. Truthfully, he was worried; he had never heard of a warlock getting sick before. Or any Downworlder for that matter, excluding werewolves. Alec was wracking his brain, trying to figure out what might be wrong with Magus, when the toilet finally flushed. Finally, after ten minutes of throwing up, Magnus seemed to be finished. Alec moved away from the wall and looked at his boyfriend once the door was opened and immediately felt more concerned, which he hadn’t thought would be possible. However, looking at Magnus, he could tell how sick the warlock was. Magnus very rarely allowed himself to look casual, however while he was getting sick, he must have zapped different clothes on because his Victorian-style suit had been replaced with a black T-shirt and black, silk pajama pants. Not to mention, Magnus’ makeup was smeared around his eyes, and his hair lacked glitter and was sticking to his forehead.

“By the angel, Mags,” Alec said with a shake of his head. “What’s going on with you?”

Magnus grimaced and wrapped his arm around his middle and audibly swallowed. “I’m perfectly fine. Don’t worry about me, Alexander.”

“Yeah, too late for that,” Alec said, shaking his head. Placed the back of his hand on the warlock’s cheek. “You don’t feel warm.”

Magnus waved away Alec’s hand. “I’m not ill,” he explained with a small hiccup. He brought his hand to his mouth and swallowed.

“Convincing,” Alec said, raising an eyebrow. “Because you totally don’t look like you’re about to hurl.”

Magnus’ cat-eyes narrowed in annoyance and Alec couldn’t help but wonder why his boyfriend was getting so defensive about this. Something else was definitely going on. “I’m not ill,” Magnus repeated again with emphasis. “It’s no illness.”

Alec frowned, confused. This wasn’t Magnus just waving away concern by lying about how he felt – he was telling the truth. “If you’re not sick, why did you just spend the past ten minutes in the bathroom, heaving up what sounded like your internal organs? Seriously, Magnus, what’s going on? You’re starting to scare me.”

Magnus was quiet for a moment before his stomach audibly groaned. Wincing, Magnus put his hand to it, sighing softly. “I may or may not have filled the High Warlock of Boston’s apartment with water and fish. There also might have been a shark involved. You know, I can’t be too sure about these things.”

Alec blinked, feeling his lips slowly part in surprise. “I mean… that raises more questions than answers. What does that have to do with-”

“He’s a very powerful, very vindictive warlock,” Magnus interrupted quickly. He hiccuped again and ran his hand across his stomach. Even though his T-shirt was loose, Alec could see how bloated Magnus’ stomach was. “He cursed me.”

The words ‘cursed’ immediately caught Alec’s attention. His eyes widened and he felt panic course through his entire body. “Curse? Will it… can it kill you?”

Magnus shook his head. “Unfortunately, not,” he mumbled. “But I will be expelling quite a bit of water out of my stomach. I would rather he kill me, truthfully.”

Though the situation certainly sucked, Alec relaxed. At least Magnus wasn’t in danger; he couldn’t stand the idea of losing him. Especially not over a stupid prank. “Well, why did you do it?” he couldn’t help but ask. “If you knew he was going to get you back.”

Magnus sighed. “Because I was getting him back for turning all of my clothing a hideous shade of green. We’ve been going back and forth for at least two centuries. Really, it’s not the worst that has happened. You know me, I’m a tad dramatic.”

Alec ran a hand down his face and sighed. “Anything we can do? Or are you just going to ride it out?” Alec hated the idea of Magnus being this miserable for much longer. “How long will it last?”

Magnus shrugged. “However long he sees fit, I’m afraid.” A wet burp escaped Magnus and he put his hand to his mouth again. “Excuse me for a moment.” Magnus disappeared into the bathroom again, though this time, he didn’t shut the door. Alec stepped in the doorway and watched as his boyfriend kneeled himself down in front of the toilet once again. At first, he was going to stay out of Magnus’ way, however, when Magnus heaved painfully, bringing up nothing, Alec decided to approach the warlock and kneel beside him.

“Anything I can do?” he asked, putting a hand on Magnus’ back.

Magnus shuddered as saliva dripped into the bowl and hung off his lips. “Kill me,” he suggested, pulling the string off of his lips. His face contorted and he wrapped an arm around his middle, gagging softly. Alec could hear him swallow thickly, clearly trying to stop the inevitable. A bubble of air began to rise up his throat and Magnus released it with a grimace.

“Well maybe now you’ll put this stupid prank war behind you.” Alec wordlessly waved Magnus’ arm from his stomach, ignoring the weak protests. He replaced it with his own hand, gently rubbing in smooth circles over the T-shirt.

Magnus didn’t protest to the touch, even getting his own arm out of the way to give Alec easier access, and instead rested his arm on top of the toilet seat. “Far too stubborn for that, I’m afraid. Besides, I promised Chairman Meow I wouldn’t give up after his fur was turned pink. I’m not sure why that was supposed to be revenge on me; I thought it looked lovely.”

Alec rolled his eyes but remained silent. He instead focused on comforting Magnus, hoping to make this process a bit less miserable. By rubbing Magnus’ stomach, he could feel how bloated he was and his stomach was fluttering underneath his hand. Alec slipped his hand underneath Magnus’ T-shirt and rested it on his boyfriend’s bare belly, hoping the coolness of his palm would help with the evident cramping. Without warning, the stomach contract underneath his touch and Magnus heaved loudly, bringing up a large mouthful of water. Gently, Alec rubbed the swollen belly as it continued to contact while Magnus threw up.

“It hurts,” Magnus hissed between his teeth. He gagged emptily and spat into the toilet again.

Alec gently began to knead, hoping to loosen up the cramps. Magnus belched again, though this time it was more airy than wet. “Are you empty?”

“Angel, no,” Magnus answered with a hiccup. “He’s not going to let it all come up at once. He wants me to suffer.”

Alec flushed the toilet for Magnus and pulled away, apologizing when Magnus protested. “Come on, you should lay down or something. At least until the next wave hits.”

Magnus placed his own hand on his belly again, shaking his head. He scooted away from the toilet and leaned against the bathtub as he rubbed his stomach. “No use. I’ll throw up again soon.”

Alec nodded and stood up, leaving the bathroom to grab a blanket off of their bed. He returned and sat back down on the floor, gesturing for Magnus to come closer. To his surprise, his boyfriend inched himself away from the tub, though their was a quizzical look on his face. When Magnus was close enough, Alec gently lowered the warlock’s head in his lap and threw the blanket over him. “Guess we’ll have to make do in here,” he said with a small smile. He resumed rubbing Magnus’ stomach as that seemed to be the only thing that helped with the cramping.

“Thank you,” Magnus said softly, closing his eyes.

Alec smiled. “Just be careful who you start prank wars with.”

Sorry not Sorry

Okay, I admit I couldn’t wait to post this and its not proof read and I tried my best with everything since I really really wanted to write this down in weeks! 
I will rework this first chapter the upcoming days, but for now I’m happy with this. 
Happy Thanksgiving! ♥

Chapter 1

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn't stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland  x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F  your friends name

Word Count:  1978

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: My second series that will definitely be finished first before the other. I hope you’ll enjoy and let me know what you think (:
Also a big thank you to @hollandorks for talking with me about the ideas and motivating me! ♥ 
Once I’m off today, I’ll keep writing so that the other chapters will come out as soon as possible ♥ 
(English isnt my first language so I’m sorry if you find major mistakes. Let me know if I need to correct something asap! :)

P.S. I was inspired by Texting - a JB Fanfiction on Wattpad I read ages ago. If there are any resemblances, I’m sorry. I tried to write as much in my own words as possible :)


Having a good sleep isn’t always easy. You could think, once you’re in bed and drifting off to sleep, you will wake up in the morning, well rested and happy. And on weekends, usually this happens. We go to bed on Friday nights, fall asleep and dream on and then we wake up Saturday. Sometimes in the early morning and other days late in the afternoon. It always depends on how exhausted we go to bed and how well rested we are after a few hours.

This Saturday morning didn’t start well for you. A loud beeping sound awoke you, and made you turn in your bed, grabbing your phone from the bedside table. “Why haven’t I turned off my phone tonight”, you muttered into your pillow, reaching out for the device, that was lighting up your bedroom.

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