does this look inappropriate to anyone else or is it just me

An Inconvenient Circumstance

Word count: 4890
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, slight choking/breath play.
Summary: When you’re stuck in an elevator that’s stopped working, what else is there to do to pass the time?

You stood awkwardly in the elevator, stealing glances at the man beside you, his intimidating features making you look back almost every seconds. How long does it take to get to the ground floor??? You looked upwards, still on one of the highest floors, so you would have to stand here awkwardly a while longer.

The men beside you looked very handsome, intimidatingly handsome and it appealed to you so much and you didn’t understand quite why. He had snakebite piercings, and another piercing at his eyebrow, his hair was slicked backwards and black, his shoulders broad, he wore a tight black tank top with a leather jacket and jeans. His expression sported a resting bitch face, but a fucking hot one. You were completely opposite to him, you wore a blazer with a fancy top with skinny black jeans and black heels as you were leaving from a late interview you just had, you gave a slight wave to your hair, making sure you looked formal enough to please your interviewer.  

You would have been shocked if he couldn’t tell how much you were staring at him. You kept to one side of the elevator, while he kept to his. Not looking each other in the eye to avoid anymore tension in the elevator, there was already so much that you could cut it with a butter knife. You watched the floors slowly change. Was the elevator going in slow motion or something? You sighed as you checked the time on your watch and then suddenly you flung from the wall as the elevator came to a sudden stop, the elevator flung you to the floor and you gasped, but two arms caught you right before impact, the man lifted you back up and allowed you to regain your balance before removing his arms from your body.

“Thank you” you said to him, locking eyes with him for the first time and seeing how beautifully brown they were, you couldn’t help but stare down when his intense gazed locked on you for too long.

“You’re welcome” he said to you, staring up at the elevator, which was no longer moving. Once he realised it wasn’t about to keep going he started to get impatient.

“What the fuck” he said, as the lights flickered every now and then. The elevator was officially stuck, just fucking great. He attempted to press the emergency button but it gave him an electric shock back and he cursed in response.

“I guess it’s not working…” you sighed.

“No shit” You stared at him as his anger started to boil and the elevator started to get hotter every second.

“HEY!” he shouted out repeatedly.

“No one is going to hear you”

He ignored you, his anger rising as he started to bang on the elevator doors, punching them with enough strength that you actually saw a small dent left in the door.

“Hey! Can you calm down!” he ignored you again, ready to punch the door again so you quickly grabbed him arm, pulling him back.

“No! Who knows how fucking long we are going to be stuck in here”

“Yeah it sucks! but leaving dents in the door isn’t going to help either of us so stop!” He focused his glare on you, his angry gaze once again melting you and you had to stare away.

“Whatever” he said in defeat.

You both stood there in silence and frustration as ages past and it felt like forever each second you were stuck in there.

“There’s barely anyone in the building its night time do they even know we are here???” You broke the silence finally, expressing your worries.

He ignored you once again, his ignorance starting to frustrate you and you scoffed.

“We are both stuck here the least you could do is fucking talk” This caught his attention.

“What do you want me to say!?” he asked back, his tone filled with annoyance.

“Anything!” you waved your hands around in frustration, just signalling for him to do anything,
“Whats your name!” you asked him, trying to initiate any conversation, hoping he would take part.

“Jaebum”

“He speaks! I’m y/n”

“We’ll I might have said its nice to meet you but under the circumstances, it’s not.” His blunt honesty kind of made you laugh.

“That’s fair enough, ditto” He smirked back at you, the mostly friendly thing he has done this whole time.

You two finally started to make some small talk and he opened up, he asked about your interview and you asked him questions too, the time passing a bit quicker, but the elevator was heating up which was making the situation more unbearable.
You stared at the time on your watch and you were shocked.

“We have been in here for almost 2 hours! It’s almost midnight!” He just looked at you and shook his head, he didn’t bother trying to reassure you about getting out or anything like that because he knew it was useless, you two could be in there all night.

You started to fan your face and you noticed tiny sweat beads on his face across you, glistening on his forehead.

“Fuck its getting to hot, how you’re still wearing that leather jacket is beyond me” you said, you took of your blazer, you tight formal top showing underneath, and he stared at you as you took it off, your chest glistening with tiny dots of sweat and he couldn’t help but stare as you chest moved up and down from the rising heat. Watching you just made him sweat and get even more hotter so in response he decided to take off his jacket too. You watched him as he did so, his muscles flexing, and his arms toned and gorgeous as you stared at them, silently thanking for his choice in a black singlet. But you shook your head and discarded any inappropriate thoughts away.

The heat was getting to you both, your cheeks flushing, both of you breathing heavier, trying to keep up small talk but you were both just concentrated on fanning yourself. Sweat was glistening down the both of you and you both leaned on the walls off the elevator.

“Fuck I can’t do this anymore” He said, leaning his head up and you watched his neck as he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down as he did so, his movements flustering you. He put his face back down and stared at you, catching you stare at him and you quickly turned away but he shot a smirk at you, such a cocky smirk that it sent a tingle down your back. You kept your place against the wall but he pushed himself off it it, moving towards you, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at his eyes, his pupils dilated so suddenly.

“What are you doing?” you asked him as he moved dangerously close to you.

“I can think of something to pass the time” he said, his deadly smirk making your face flush bright pink.

“Don’t be silly” you attempted to move away from him but his arms leaned on the wall, encasing your body and trapping you in the corner of the elevator.

“I see the way you have been staring at me, it’s not exactly subtle” you shied at his words, trying to stare at anything but his face. His hand came down to your chin, pulling your face upwards to look at him.

“We are going to be in here a while” was the last thing he said to you, you gulped as his lips came closer and closer to yours, but you weren’t moving away, you wanted this, you didn’t know what it was about him that made you want this so much but the urge was impossible to resist, so when his lips finally reached yours, you let him kiss you. You kissed him back immediately, his lips molding into your own and you felt his shit eating grin in the kiss.

“Knew you couldn’t resist”

“Just shut up” you said, bringing his face back down to yours. You both melted into each others lips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, and he dominated over you, licking around and nibbling on your bottom lip whenever he had to pull away to breathe. The hotness of the elevator made you two breathe even heavier, your chests rising up and down very fast as sweat trickled down your foreheads. His hands grabbed at your sides, pushing you back roughly against the elevator wall as his deep kisses became rougher, your hands grabbed at his hair and tugged roughly as your tongues battled together. You moaned into the kiss, the roughness overwhelming you and arousing you all at the same time and he was definitely living up to his intimidating appearance as he pressed you against the wall with his hips. You were trapped in him and you loved it. His hands dug into your hips, grabbing roughly at the hem off you shirt and pulling it above your head and throwing it behind him. You continued kissing and you grabbed at his shirt, discarding it from his body. You ogled at him for the shortest moment, taking in his broad shoulders and toned chest while he unclipped your bra, pulling it off your chest.

His lips moved to your neck, biting harshly and roughly while his hands grabbed onto your breasts, rubbing them roughly at the same time.

“Fuck Jaebum” you moaned as his teeth dug into your skin and your nipples hardened against his touch.  He bit down harder in response to hearing his name, groaning against your skin and you gasped as he left numerous marks and deep bruises all over your neck, the feeling so painfully pleasurable and you couldn’t describe it. The rising heat of the elevator just amplified the feeling of the situation and you could feel your arousal in your panties getting wetter and wetter by each second as his hands explored your body, squeezing on your hips, your breasts and tugging you into whatever place he wanted you to be and you let him have complete control over your body. Your hands grabbed at his hair tightly as his lips moved to your breasts, sucking on your breasts and leaving wet spots as he spread out his rough kisses, your breath hitched in your throat as he bit down onto your breasts, turning them into a perfect shade of purple and blue as he left bruises and marks on you.

You moaned and moaned as he returned the pleasure to the other breast while licking and rubbing at the same time. Your breasts perked for him and boosted his ego as he hardened his treatment, rubbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands while licking in between.

“Fuck they’re so perfect” he said to you and you moaned at his words, his face came back to yours as he started kissing you again. He grabbed both of your hands with just one of his, pinning them above your head and against the wall as he nibbled on your bottom lip. His other hand came up to your neck, squeezing very lightly lifting your head up to face him. His lips crashed onto yours as the grip on your neck didn’t loosen, making it harder for you to breath but the feeling excited you and you wanted more. Your tongue explored his mouth as his did the same and you both groaned into the kiss, his grip on your neck getting the littlest bit tighter, your hands struggled in his, wanted to touch him and run them through his hair but he didn’t let you, keeping your hands above you.

His hands finally let go of your neck and your own hands, moving down your body on to the floor, looking up at you as he took your shoes off, sliding them behind him, he moved back up, towering in front of you and staring straight into your eyes as his hands slid down the zipper of your jeans but not sliding them down your legs just yet. One of his hands gripped your hips, making sure you were pushed into the wall while the other slowly slid into your pants, your head rolled back as he rubbed you tormentingly over your panties, allowing you to acknowledge just how wet you have become and you sighed at the feeling.

“Already so wet for me” His hand on your waist grabbed your chin, lowering your face down to look at him and you kept your eyes on each other as he rubbed you slowly and deeply over and over again.

“Keep looking at me y/n, don’t look away, I want to see your face as I pleasure you…” you did as he told, keeping your gazes on each other and trying your best not to look away when his thumb ran rougher over you. You chest breathed heavy, your breasts bumping into his own toned chest every time you breathed. He moved his hand into your panties, rubbing his thumb slowly but deeply over your clit and you hissed at the feeling, cursing under your breath as you continued to stare at him, yours and his eyes dilated with lust, the mirrors in the elevator officially steaming up.

As his thumb rounded your clit his fingers rubbed you up and down, coating your wetness all over you before sliding two fingers inside of you.

“FucK!” you almost tore you gaze away as he started pumping inside of you, sticking with a slow pace that roamed around inside you, feeling your walls from side to side as his fingers moved round and round inside you and all you wanted to do was roll your head back, but instead, you settled with gripping his shoulders for dear life.

“Good girl, keep it up” he said to you as you continued to follow his instruction. As he pushed his fingers in as deep as possible he continued to roam your insides, fingers slightly curling inside you which made you writhe in response to him, barely being able to stand still from all the pleasure. You could feel his ring as he pushed his fingers in and out of you and it just amplified your pleasure by a million. More and more curses started to leave your mouth until Jaebum came to a halt, removing his hand from your clit and you inside, bringing his fingers up to your lips and you took them in your mouth straight away, sucking and licking his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, keeping your eyes on him as you did so, the look you’re giving him making him groan and the bulge in his pants starting to grow.

You released his fingers from your mouth with a lewd pop and licked around your lips. You both stared at each other deeply as he started dragging your pants and panties down you legs, as they reach the floor you kicked out of them and he pushed them behind him. You reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zip and dragging his jeans and boxers down to the floor, discarding them also. His erection sprang free and you only tore your eyes away for a second to glance at the impressive length before concentrating your look back onto him. As you were about to get down onto your knees he stopped you.

“Not yet baby” he said as he kept you trapped against the elevator wall. The small space in the elevator was heated up and the mirror was officially steamed out, sweat was running down both of your skin and you couldn’t help but admire the way it made him glisten. Jaebum dropped onto his knees, looking up at you as his hand returned to your core, pushing three fingers now inside you and you almost screamed as he immediately settled for full speed, the coarse feeling of his ring making your walls clench around his fingers. As his fingers continued their sins his face moved to your clit, and his tongue started to lick you, at a complete opposite speed from his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at your clit, little kitten licks that were driving you absolutely insane and you wanted more but you couldn’t say the words. You kept your stare at him, trying your very best not to look away, but it was getting harder each second.

“OhHH ~ Fu-ck!” his licks on your clit started to get deeper and you felt your legs starting to tremble and shake, I guess Jaebum felt it too, so he used his spare hand to hold you up. His fingers curled inside you and he started to nibble and suck on your clit and you couldn’t stare at him any longer, your head rolled back in pleasure hitting the elevator wall and you moaned and groaned and cursed, lewd noises spilling from your mouth and if no one knew you two were stuck here, they probably know now…

Your hands tugged at his hair roughly, pushing his face further into you. You rolled your hips back and forth for more friction but he stopped you immediately, firmly placing his arm across you to keep you still on the wall when all you wanted to do was move. He nibbled and sucked at your clit roughly while his fingers continued their ministrations, curling and pumping in and out of you. His licks became long and his sucks rougher and the sounds coming from his tongue and his finger fucking filled up the elevator. He licked up and down your clit and you screamed in pleasure, the pleasure knot in your stomach starting to tighten and you couldn’t hold your orgasm much longer.

“Im– so close- Fuck!” Jaebum quickened his speed, his muscles tensing and going into overdrive as he pushed you towards your orgasm, but he decided to change it up, removing his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue as his thumb now roughly traced deep circles around your clit and you mewled in delight, his tongue licking around your entrance before sliding inside you, licking around your walls, pushing in and out of you and licking up and down, the feelings making you see stars, your breath started to get hitched and you were almost choking from barely being able to take a deep breath.  With a few more clean licks and rubs and tugs at your clit, your orgasm hit you like no other and you screamed his name over and over as your back arched off the wall, your body shaking as you orgasm ripped through your, your eyes clenched shut and your mouth wide open, not able to release a noise. Jaebum continued his actions as you rode out you high, and when you finally started to relax against him he removed his tongue and his fingers from you, licking his lips and his fingers as he lifted himself off the floor. You opened your eyes and he was staring down at you, a smirk planted across his face at your messy state.

As your breath started to become even again he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Ready for round 2 princess?” You didn’t have the strength to reply so you nodded weakly at him. Ready for a fuck you knew you were going to remember.

He placed his hands underneath your thighs before lifting you up, you cradled you legs around him as your arms held tightly around his neck, he left soft kisses to your breasts before aligning himself with your entrance and sliding into you, the feeling causing an immediate response to you as your head tilted back in a deep groan.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet-” he groaned as he entered you to the brim, giving you only seconds to adjust to his length as he started slowly pulling all the way back out. You cursed under you breath as he slowly pulled in and out of you, setting a tormentingly slow pace and you just wanted more from him. Your hands tightly gripped the nape of his neck.
Jaebum continued his torments, pulling out all the way to the tip and then slamming back into you hard, filling you to the brim and deep throaty groans fell from your plump lips.

As he continued his slow but hard pace it was starting to get to much for you and you needed him to go faster, but the pleasure he was giving you was stopping you from formulating any kind of english word.

“please–UGH” was all you could muster out. Somehow he knew what you meant and started to increase his speed, slamming his dick in and out of you, the faster pace making your back scrape against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting them up and down rapidly to match the movement of his thrusts and you knew you would have bruises on your hips tomorrow from his tight grip. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and you almost drew blood from digging so much.

“FUCK! Jaebum!” you writhed against him, his thrusts so powerful. He thrust harder and deeper and started to hit your g-spot every time and your body shook and trembled from his merciless thrusts.

“Keep moaning my name baby-” Jaebum’s face in front of you was scrunched up in concentration and pleasure from his thrusts, sweat running down his forward, his teeth clenched and his eyebrows furrowed together. You knew your face was just as sweaty as your hair stuck to your forehead. As his thrusts started to become more powerful by the second he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, biting down as he thrusted up into you, you could feel the pressure of his teeth in your neck and it just amplified your pleasure as you groaned his name again, over and over. With each passing thrust he hit you in all the right spots and your walls clenched around him making him curse under his breath.

You could feel scratches forming on your back from being shoved into the elevator wall with each of his thrusts but feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving you and you couldn’t care less. He removed his hands from your hip, placing them on your ass and lifting you higher to try and reach deeper in you, and he did, making you cry in pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes as the knot in your stomach started to reappear, he squeezed and messaged your cheeks in his hands and his lips went back to your breasts, kissing and tugging on your nipples roughly.

“Fuck I’m so close!” you mewled in delight, your walls continued to clench around him and he increased his speed to get you closer to your high.

You removed one of your hands from his neck, your hand was in between the two of you, moving down to your core and you rubbed fast circles around your clit, moans and curses spilled from your mouth as you received pleasure from yourself and Jaebum.
“Fuck that’s so hot y/n” he said, seeing you pleasure yourself and seeing you face so concentrated on reaching your high turned him on so fucking much he almost reached his own then and there. You started to see stars and you orgasm was inches away, so you roughened your hands to match the rhythm of Jaebum’s powerful thrusts. Seconds later you felt your orgasm wash over your body and you screamed as your back arched off the wall, your other hand slamming onto the mirror of the elevator, leaving a nice big hand print in the steam. He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high, leaving more marks on your breasts as his hands dug into your ass, squeezing tightly. All your muscles tensed as the pleasure came through your body, your whole body shaking, your chest heaved up and down rapidly and you soon started to relax from your high, removing your hand from your core and relaxing your back onto the wall. You took heavy breaths as you tried to re-catch your breath. When you finally relaxed, Jaebum dropped your feet back to the floor and you almost lost balance as your legs felt like jelly.

He removed himself from inside you, and you grabbed him, pushing him and shoving him into the wall as you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his length into your mouth, sucking around his tip as your hand rubbed and pumped the rest of his length.

“Fuck!” he groaned as his head tilted back to lean on the wall, his hands grabbing your hair, keeping a tight grip on it.

Your tongue lapped around his length, flat tonguing him from bottom to top, and releasing his dick with a lewd popping noise every time. You hollowed your cheeks around him when you sucked deeply. As you brought your mouth back up to hip tip, you licked around his tip. You could feel his dick pulsating and his hands started gripping your hair more tightly.

He started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the feeling of his going at the back of your throat making you gag on his dick, the vibrations from your mouth sending waves of pleasure through him. You rested your hands on his thighs for support, feeling them tense every time he fucked your mouth. You tried your best to keep up with his rhythm, licking around him best you could whenever he thrusted back into your mouth, but he chased his high and took control, he bragged all your hair into his hands, bobbing your head back and forth to match his thrusts.

He moaned repeatedly and numerous swears fell from his lips each second as he came closer to his high. You could feel his cock throbbing inside your lips and knew he was close.

The lewd sound of sex filled the elevator and you eyes teared from the intensity of him filling up your mouth. Your groans and gagging getting him close to his orgasm so you continued to moan against his dick, the vibrations running through his body, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his head rolled back as he moaned your name.

“Fuck y/n!” he groaned as his orgasm crashed through him, his warm seed filling your mouth, spilling from your lips as he continued to thrust, riding out his high. His heavy breaths filled the room and his chest was going up and down at a fast rate as he was trying to catch his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair and removed his dick from your mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at you as you swallowed his seed, licking around your mouth to taste him around your lips. When he finally relaxed he bent down and grabbed your arms, pulling you back up with him to lift your off the floor, he gave you a small kiss on the forehead as he moved aside to gather his clothes and re dress himself. Once he did he started to gather yours one at a time, your panties first. He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture as he slowly slid the panties back up your legs, he did the same with your jeans.

He grabbed your bra, letting you do that once yourself before placing your top back over your arms for it to rest on your body.

“Thank you” you said smiling up at him.

“You’re welcome” he replied as he pushed aside the hair on your face, tucking it behind your ear. You looked at the elevator mirror, no bodies could be seen through any of the steam besides where you had left your messy had prints.

A few short minutes past and then suddenly the elevator doors opened up and three men were outside the elevator.

“Are you guys okay!?” they asked with concern.

“About fucking time, do you know how hot it is in here??? How long we have been in here!?” Jaebum answered, his frustration evident.

As the youngest man looked around the elevator, his eyes settling on the messy prints on the mirror.

“I guess you guys found a way to pass the time at least” you stared away, not wanting to look the man in the eye to confirm his accusation.

Jaebum grabbed your hand, rushing you to walk out of the elevator.

“Thank you for finally getting us out” you said as you both walked past. Ready for you and Jaebum to go you separate ways, but he walked you to your car, making sure you were safe before making your way home.

You entered your car and opened the window to say bye to him. You didn’t expect such a gentlemen like behaviour from him as he grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. As he was starting to turn away you rushed to speak.

“Wait!–” he cut you off before you could speak further.

“Don’t worry y/n, we will see each other again”. He smirked back up at you, before disappearing into the early morning, and as you made your way home, all you could think about is the next time you would see him, and you hoped it would be soon.



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                           I Missed you

they call her maid maleen

for the first few trembling years of her life, she is a princess. she is the daughter to the king, born of his beloved wife and of her visage. her dark eyes have the appearance of a smoky quarts and her mother carefully twists her mass of black hair into a hundred small braids down her back. she is a beautiful, quiet child, and for a while all is well. they call her princess maleen.

then her mother dies. it seems as if the king is determined to bury his love for his daughter along with his queen. he moves her to a different wing of the castle, and refuses to see her. her tutors are let go, and the nobles’ children are no longer allowed to play with her. only the maids look after her now.

the king remarries. the new queen gives birth to a son, and maleen is forgotten completely, banished from a home she still resides in and a life she can now only watch unfold.

the maids take care of her, braid her hair and kiss the blisters on her fingers, teach her to scrub at porcelain and polish silver, to clean a fireplace and mop polished marble floors.

they call her maid maleen.

~

the king has a son by his new wife, and then a daughter. they are pale and fair-haired like their mother, with only their dark eyes to show they are the king’s children. but they inherit none of their parents’ beauty, have faces that don’t look quite right and bodies that get stuck between gangly and chubby and never settle into one or the other. princess gisella and prince jan are privately regarded as unfortunate products of a lovely union.

maid maleen spends long hours working, and has neither the time nor funds for creams to soften her skin or oils to care for her hair, has never used face powder or lip color.

maid maleen is twenty three years old, and the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

her braids are wrapped carefully atop her head, but when she lets them loose they hang past her hips. her dark skin is made even darker thanks to long hours working in the palace garden, and her eyes have never lost that same curious light. she walks straight and strong, years of hard labor giving her muscles and definition to her body that she never would have had as a princess. boys and girls give her long, considering looks and flirtatious smiles, and nobles have to double-take when she passes them by.

no one speaks of it anymore. but maid maleen looks ever more like her beautiful late mother, has the same eyes as her father, and dressing in ill-fitting cast offs and running her ragged can’t hide the truth.

maid maleen is the king’s daughter.

she has accepted her life as a maid in the palace she was one day set to inherit, and tries to see it as a gift. she sleeps with who she likes, may marry whichever of the charming boys from the city who’s smile she likes best. in the maids who raised her she has more mothers than she has fingers, and perhaps she longs for the days when she was a small princess, when she was the apple of her parents’ eye, when the whole of their nation was to be hers to inherit.

but then the blacksmith’s daughter lets her hands linger a little too long on her wrists, and maleen knows that she won’t be sleeping alone tonight. there are some things that worth more to her than a throne she was born to. she doesn’t miss the little girl she used to be.

until.

tensions have always run high between their kingdom and the neighboring one – too many squabbles over borders, over trade agreements, over patrols, over anything and everything the kings can find a reason to be upset about, it seems like. so when prince wolfgang is sent over, the whole palace is abuzz. the prince seems determined to inherit a peaceful land, and is coming over to talk with the king to do it.

maleen does not care for princes. nor for nobles of any rank, in fact. she remembers how they turned on her, she sees the small acts of pettiness and cruelty they thoughtlessly inflict on their servants, and she wants nothing to do with it. commoners may not be as educated as nobles, may not have as many objects to call their own, but maleen finds she prefers their company to that of lords. she’s uninterested in this prince, which is perhaps why she’s the one that gets sent to his rooms. her moms can trust that she at least won’t fawn over him.

“sir wolfgang,” she murmurs, pushing open his door and giving a low curtsy, keeping her eyes trained on his mud covered boots. “is there anything you require?”

silence. she can only stay bent in a curtsey so long before she loses patience. she’s almost given up on him, is about to cut her losses and call it a night when he says, hesitant, “queen sabine?”

her mother’s name is punch to her gut, and her head snaps up at the sound of it, the rolling fire of her temper bubbling just below her skin. “i am maid maleen,” she snaps, then tacks on “your highness,” after a moment’s consideration.

his cloak is half unbuttoned as he stares at her with a slack mouth. she supposes he would not look unhandsome if he were not currently doing his best to imitate a frog. he appears to be only a handful of years older than she is, and if she were not furious she would be impressed that he remembers her mother well enough to see sabine in her.

“maleen,” he repeats, and for a moment she wonders if he will recognize her as well, but he only says, “my apologies. if you would help me with my cloak, i would be much obliged.”

she’s instantly suspicious. she’s met nice nobles before, ones that were considerate and remembered her name and thanked her when she brought them wine. but she’s never met a nice prince before – they’re always of the worst sort. “yes, your highness,” she says, and the cloak is soaked through and clinging, it’s no wonder he’s struggling with it. once she’s gotten it off she hangs it to dry, then goes back to him. she slaps away his numb, struggling fingers and undoes the rest of the buckles and loops of his overly complicated clothing. she’s gotten down him down to an undershirt and pants when his hands grab hers. she blinks and looks up. he has freckles dusting across his nose.

“this is inappropriate,” he says, but honestly she’s stripped a lot of nobles, it wasn’t weird until he took her hands and looked at her like no one’s ever looked at her before.

“yes, your highness,” she agrees, and takes a step back. she places his clothes in front of a fire, curtsies, and leaves. she can feel the weight of his gaze on her all the way back to her room.

wolfgang continues his diplomatic agenda, having long meetings with the royal family. after, maleen goes and tends to him, setting out his food and taking care of his clothes, straightening up any mess that he’s made. at first he’s quiet, and he just watches her, but he quickly discovers that maleen has opinions and thoughts and isn’t afraid to share them. soon they’re debating the finer points of trade routes and arguing the effectiveness of a sliding tax scale, and maleen comes to cherish the evenings she spends with the prince, likes the way he speaks to her and looks at her, likes the shape of his smile.

weeks in she enters his room, dinner steaming in her hands and eager to continue their conversation about state funded orphanages versus a state funded foster system. he’s pacing and tense, shoulder stiff. “wolfgang,” she sets down the food and wipes her hands on her apron, “is something wrong?”

“is it true?” he asks, and he’s not looking at her. he’s always looked at her before.

“is what true?” she flinches away from his coldness, is already preparing to retreat and hide and beg someone else to watch over him.

he turns to her, and she’s baffled by the mixture of hope and anger on his face. “are you the king’s daughter? are you princess maleen?”

she takes a step back, “i am maid maleen.”

“please,” he follows her as she steps away from him, and her back hits the wall. he stops when he’s almost close enough to touch. “my father sent me here with the goal to seal our new treaty with a marriage. he expects me to marry princess gisella. but if you are the daughter of the king – then he will allow me to marry you instead!”

“who says i want to marry you?” she retorts, but he gets on bended knee and she freezes.

he holds a hand for her own, and against every bit of logic, she gives it to him. “maleen, i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i was willing enough to enter a loveless marriage before i knew what true love is, but now i do, and i can’t go back. marry me.”

she wants to. she thinks she loves him. she hadn’t been planning to fall in love with anyone. “i am the king’s daughter,” she tells him, “but i am no princess. i haven’t been a princess in a long time.”

he brings her hand to his mouth so he can kiss each one of her knuckles, “then we’ll have to change that.”

~

wolfgang goes to the king to make his case, to return maleen to her birthright and allow her to marry him.

it goes even worse than maleen had feared.

her father is furious. he’s so angry at the audacity of this request that prince wolfgang is thrown from the kingdom. so incensed is he, that guards drag maleen from her bed in the middle of the night and throw her into a tower. the door closes shut behind them, and she bangs on it and screams but no one comes for her.

there are no windows, and only one door with a sliding metal grate in the bottom. she’s high in the tower, she thinks, from the number of steps she’d been forced to climb, but she stands on a dirt floor. the room contains only the bare minimum needed for survival, and nothing more.

once a week food is slid through the slot in the door. she has to be careful, because if she eats it too fast they will not provide more, she will just starve. days turn to weeks turn to months, and she despairs of ever being let out of this tower. months turn to years, and she gives up hope entirely of leaving this tower. she considers refusing to eat, killing herself slowly through starvation, because death is preferable to life locked in this tower.

one night there’s a scuffle, and shouting, and for the first time since she was shoved inside the door opens. there’s a guard standing there, and princess gisella tentatively steps inside. “maid ma – i mean, maleen?”

maleen stares. this is the first time she’s seen another person in years, and suddenly for all the screaming she’d done she can’t find her voice. gisella takes another cautious step forward, “maleen, please – we don’t have much time.” she holds out her hand, “come with me.”

gisella is sixteen now. although she’ll never be a great beauty, she’s grown into many of the features that she was once mocked for. “where?” she asks, but takes gisella’s hand and lets her lead them down the twisting staircase. anyplace is better than the tower.

“i’m to be married in a week’s time to prince wolfgang.” maleen feels a sharp pain go through her chest. had wolfgang forgotten her? their farce of a romance was such a quick, shallow thing. she was a fool to fall for it in the first place. “i’m not going to show up. you are.”

she stares, “what?”

“wolfgang started a war over father locking you in the tower,” she explains, “but eventually it got to a point where neither could justify it, so our father and wolfgang’s decided our union would mean peace between our countries, as intended. but i don’t want to marry prince wolfgang, and he does not want to marry me.”

“i don’t understand,” she hadn’t paid much attention to the girl when they were in the palace together, and she’s regretting that now.

they finally reach the end of the tower. it’s the first time she’s breathed fresh air in years. she tries not to get distracted by it, and instead focuses on the carriage to her left, and the pure black mare laden like a pack mule on her right. “i’m leaving,” gisella says, “i don’t want to be wolfgang’s bride because i want to be klaus’s,” the guard smiles, and he must be klaus, the princess is rejecting a prince to run away with a commoner. “there’s a map and everything you need in the saddlebags. the wedding dress is waiting for you at the castle. no one will know you’re not me until wolfgang unveils you, and by then it will be too late. he will marry you, and i will be gone.”

“why are you doing this?” she asks.

gisella shrugs, “you’re my sister, and father is an idiot. i want you to be happy, and i want wolfgang to be happy, and i want to be happy too. this way we all get what we want. our brother will be waiting for you in wolfgang’s castle. he’ll help you.”

maleen is speechless. gisella grabs her in a quick hug – the only one they’ve ever shared – and then goes to the carriage with klaus trailing behind her. “i’ll see you again, princess maleen!”

she doesn’t have time for tears. she gets on the mare, and rides for the palace of the neighboring land.

~

she makes it just in time. she sneaks into the castle the night before the wedding, ducking around servants until she find her way to jan’s door. she knocks, tentative, wondering if this was a mistake and all one elaborate trap. but the door opens and his face slackens in relief, “finally!” he pulls her inside, and sits her down. there’s lukewarm water waiting for her so she can clean herself, and jan stands with his back to her the whole time, outlining the wedding and how it will go so she knows what to expect the next day. “father isn’t here,” he assures her, “he didn’t want to leave the kingdom, so i’m here in his stead.”

“won’t you miss your sister?” maleen finishes washing and wraps herself in a soft blanket.

“when i am king, gisella will return,” he says confidently, “she will come home and bring klaus, and you will rule here with wolfgang, and all will be well. our countries shall be great allies when it is me and wolfgang on the throne.”

he’s only a year older than gisella, just seventeen, and maleen feels oddly old next to them, feels old next to these children who know what they want and take it and don’t let anything stand in their way.

“we need to get your hair rebraided,” he says, “you should look perfect tomorrow. it’s your wedding day.”

she stares, aghast. “that will take all night!”

“i’ve brought help,” he says, and sends a servant down the hall. the servant returns with a half dozen of the maids who raised her, and who crowd forward and hug her and kiss her cheeks and say how much they’ve missed her. princess or not, bride or not, to them she will always be their little maid maleen.

~

it’s clear gisella picked her wedding dress with maleen in mind. it fits her for one thing, and is clinging and heavy, and it must have looked awful on gisella, but on her it’s perfect. her dress is accompanied by white silk gloves and a thick veil so that no one can see her, so that no one will know she’s not the daughter of the king they’re expecting to be there.

wolfgang is at the end of the aisle, looking like he’s going to an execution, and it takes more self control than maleen was anticipating not to go running to him. she turns to him, and he lifts her veil. he sees her and freezes, mouth sliding open. she winks at him, because they just need to keep it together until they’re married, he just has to keep his cool for a few minutes and they’ll have won it all. wolfgang closes his mouth and says nothing about how this is clearly not the bride he was supposed to marry. they turn so none of the guests can see them, and the priest gives maleen a confused look, but with a glare from wolfgang he continues on with the ceremony as if nothing is out of place.

“you may now kiss the bride,” the priest says, after what seems like an eternity.

wolfgang grabs her about the waist, dips her, and kisses her soundly on the mouth. her veil falls off and she can hear the horrified and shocked gasps of the guests, and under that jan’s laughter. when they break apart, foreheads still pressed together, she whispers, “hello, prince wolfgang.”

he kisses her again, quick and sweet, and does nothing at all to disguise the joy in his face. “hello, princess maleen.”

and they all lived happily ever after.


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PR.

Guy’s. There’s not many things in life that make me this frustrated, however this Ty/Lauren “relationship” bullshit is an exception. I found myself browsing on these ‘Tyren Updates’ accounts and actually saw the extent of how blinded people actually are by all this. One of my favourite ever comments I read was a Harmonizer calling Ty a “feminist” insisting he was an “activist to different communities” Are people for real? Like seriously, do people genuinely believe this? Do they see his online presence or listen to his lyrics? He is known throughout the music industry specifically for his misogynistic attitudes. Articles and interviewers have labelled him “arguably the most misogynistic rapper in music’. That’s NOT a title to be proud of. In fact, It’s quite disgusting. 

When I hear grown men belittling, demeaning and degrading women in the way Ty does, I always wonder how they would feel if their female family members were being spoken about in such a disrespectful manner. They’d find it incredibly inappropriate right? So what then gives these men the right to say those things about someonelse’s mother/sister/daughter etc? The answer simply is, it doesn’t. This is my issue.

Then we’ve got Lauren. You literally couldn’t get more opposite personalities if you tried. Lauren passionately campaigns for our fundamental human rights, engaging in social and political activism whenever she can. She generously donates thousands of dollars to fans with ill health and those who need it most. She’s the first to defend herself and who she is, confidently allowing fans to realise that no matter what, everything will be okay. Regardless of who we are, what we look like and who we love she teaches us to embrace what makes us ‘different’ and be proud of who we are. My problem is the negatives hit the headlines before all these incredible things she does make them. She always seems to been labelled the “bitchy” one of the group, but for what? For showing passion? For speaking out against the fucked up political state of our global society? If that makes you a bitch, sign me up. 

I know a lot of fans are struggling to see this is PR, but I’m sure this will help you out. 

I clicked on Ty’s twitter a few days ago (I know, I’m disappointed in me too) and just look at this. The accounts tweeting him aren’t just L stans, they’re Harmonizers. Whatever management are doing, its fucking working. These Harmonizers have fully jumped ship (literally lol). They’re listening, streaming and buying Ty’s new music. 

Interactions between the two are blatantly staged. When one uploads a picture, the other HAS to post some sort of proof to evidence fans that they are together. So the Lauren update accounts, and the Tyren accounts can confirm this to fans. It gets people talking and speculating. Now, by all means correct me if I’m wrong, but if you’re the private person we all know that Lauren is, there’s no way (ooops I just triggered myself back into the 7/27 era) she would be uploading videos/pictures of her and her respectful partner all over social media. It’s not real guys, wake up. 

Is it just me or has anyone noticed the 2 Tys?

So first we’ve got Ty insisting he’s against slut shaming, posting pro feminist images about the female body and telling us girls to love our insecurities (sounds familiar)

I’ll call this one the “Media Pleaser Ty”:

Then we’ve got the other version. The one who degrades women to a sex act putting undermining their worth and power

So, then I’ll call this one the “Real Ty”:

I don’t know about you guys, but this is pretty degrading isn’t it? But, isn’t this slut shaming? As fans, it’s no secret this is Lauren’s habit? Is this the image he’s reducing Lauren to?

When Ty’s album finally drops and Lauren’s collab with Steve Aoki is released (Steve has already confirmed this will be his next single, there’s just no release date as of yet), this Ty/Lauren “romance” will end. Period. Both parties will say “nothing was confirmed”, “we were just vining” or “we never dated” something along those lines.

And while all this shit is going on, we can always rely on Camila coming through, confirming EVERYTHING to us on social media.


Open your eyes, listen to the lyrics in ‘Somebody Else’ and always remember:

“Fuck that, get money, I can’t give you my soul ‘cause we’re never alone”

Enjoy.

Jon Choking Littlefinger

I’ll start right away by saying that plotwise, if Jonsa isn’t happening (it is happening in s8), Jon choking LF, didn’t forward the story in any way, at all. 

The crypt scene could’ve easily not have had LF in it, it could’ve just been Jon looking at Ned, then heading out, mounting his horse, turning around, smiling and waving goodbye at Sansa, and it would’ve worked perfectly, no need for the choking scene, but they included it it anyway. Why?

It had already been made very clear to us that he’d die for her, kill for her in season 6. I mean he almost beat Ramsay to death, he fought a war for her. So yeah, there was no reason to show him being so aggressive towards someone connected to Sansa, again; towards someone who declared his love for her, to him.

Again, you gotta ask yourself, why then? 

That scene added nothing to Jon’s plot/story in s7. Nothing, but the fact that he loves Sansa, fiercely.

D&D had him threaten LF, that if he touches Sansa (for a platonic relationship, the word harm, would’ve worked much better, but yeah… D&D settled for touch, more than once) he’s going to kill him. Now, we all know Jon’s threats were meaningless, they literally were empty threats, because LF was meant to be later executed by Sansa, Arya & Bran. So why add that choking scene then? If Jon wasn’t even going to carry out the threat?

D&D for “some 😉” reason wanted to keep reminding us, even in season 7, just how much Jon loves Sansa, just how possessive and protective he is of her, because for “some 😉” reason it’s clearly very important to the plot.

“She’s his sister, of course he’s protective of her.” Ok, fair enough, but the scene where he almost beats Ramsay to death, the scene where Sansa says “He’ll keep me safe, I trust him.”, the one where she tells him “Father couldn’t protect me, neither can you, so stop trying.” and he says “I’ll stop trying to protect you when […]”, and the scene where he tells her “I’ll never let him touch you again. I’ll protect you, I promise.”, were more than enough to get that message across, the viewers got the memo Jon cares deeply for Sansa in S6, no need to waste precious screentime, and money on it any further in S7, and yet, they did. That choking scene, only ended up making the goodbye scene between Jon and Sansa, more powerful, more intense, more meaningful; it gave it a romantic feel.

D&D kept showing us, that Jon is very protective towards Sansa, in a territorial way, almost in a “don’t you dare, don’t you dare touch her, get near her, she’s mine; mine to protect, mine to take care of, mine to love.” kind of way. I cannot see another reason why D&D would simply bother so much, waste so much screentime, to show us just how much he loves Sansa, and how much Sansa loves him, over and over again, if they’re not building them up for romance in S7.

Again, exclude Jonsa, and that scene doesn’t make any sense, exclude Jonsa, and that scene was absolutely pointless/useless. I highly doubt they’d waste money to pay the actors, to shoot a scene that brings absolutely nothing to the plot. No. They wouldn’t. Same thing with the scenes with Tyrion “a sham marriage, unconsummated”, I mean, why add that? Why add a scene with Jon, where Sansa where her (not)bedding is being discussed? lol And Theon, “What you did for her, is the only reason I’m not killing you.”, which translates to, you betrayed my family, I should kill you right now, but you saved her, and she saved me in return, she means the world to me, she’s all I have left, all because you helped her, so I’ll let you live, I won’t kill you.

He’s miles away from her, and Sansa keeps being brought up, he’s miles away from her, and Sansa keeps bringing Jon up. D&D did not want us to forget about Sansa’s and Jon relationship, they didn’t want us to forget their love for each other, even while being miles and miles apart from one another.

So yeah, the only purpose that choking scene served, was of enlightening (some of) the viewers at home (the majority are still clueless lol… my sweet summer children🙈), it served to make Littlefinger (and us) realize, Jon has strong feelings for Sansa, which later led Littlefinger to tease Sansa about a Jon/Dandelion alliance/marriage to see her reaction, to see if she feels the same way towards him, and what he got from her, was an incredulous “You think he wants to marry her?!”. I mean look at her expression, how she raises her eyebrows, she’s literally like, “What? Jon wouldn’t marry her/do that? Would he?”

I must say, Sansa also seems to be quite possessive of Jon, as well. Her reply to LF was odd, for a sister. It’s as if this whole time, she thought she’d never have to share him with anyone, that he’d always be hers, that she’d be the only one he gave his attention and love to. As if the thought, that Jon will marry someone at some point, never even crossed her mind, which would be, well, weird, to say the least, if she only had sisterly feelings towards him, which she clearly does not

This season we also got the “What about happy? Why aren’t you happy? What do you want, that you do not have?” question from Littlefinger, a question which she doesn’t answer, well, she does answer, but by avoiding the question, “At the moment, peace and quiet.”, which is like, at the moment what I’d very much like/want, is for you to stop moving your mouth and get tf out of my sight. lol I love sassy/savage Sansa 😆 Fact remains, she did not answer his question, so it’s left to the audience, to answer the question for her.

I’m pretty sure many of the viewers sitting at home, answered that question in their head. I watched this episode with a group of friends, there were 10 of us, they all thought (me included) that love is what’s missing in her life, that love is what she wants, what she still wants. Sansa, despite all that’s happened to her, she still wants love, I mean, there’s nothing else missing in her life, she’s home, surrounded by friends, she has Jon, and she’s safe, again, the only thing missing in her life, is love. 

I don’t even want to imagine what it must feel like for her, to have feelings for Jon, that she thinks she’s not supposed to have (bc you know, she doesn’t know he’s her cousin, yet), to know they can never be. I think that, that, is what makes her unhappy, and I assume, very, very frustrated too, and I ssume, also pretty mad at the Gods, for being so cruel, for playing sick jokes on her, for denying her love, time and time again. 

Going back to LF, I think at this point, after getting that incredulous, somewhat shocked reply from her, after seeing just how loyal she is towards Jon, that nothing he could say nor do, would ever turn her against him, Littlefinger is pretty sure both Sansa and Jon have strong feelings for each other, and that, that’s why he failed to come between them, why he failed and is continuing to fail to turn Sansa against him. 

Note: Him failing to get between Jon and Sansa, is also why he changed his strategy, and decided to try and pit Sansa and Arya against each other, which, let me tell you, had he succeeded, as a consequence/chain reaction, he would’ve managed to come between Jon and Sansa as well, because Jon would’ve never forgiven Sansa, if she had executed Arya. Had LF managed to manipulate Sansa into killing Arya, he would’ve isolated her from the other Starks, which was his plan/main goal all along.

“What are you talking about, Littlefinger doesn’t think Jon and Sansa have feelings for each other, he thinks/knows they’re brother and sister, he’d never think they could fall for each other.” Yeah… emh, this is the same character who said this, in S2 (season 2 is where D&D started with all the foreshadowing btw): 

Jon’s reaction was completely out of place, he could’ve simply threatened him, told him “you stay away from her/I’m warning you, to stay away from her, or else…” or something along those lines, but no, D&D had him in full snap mode, instead. 

I mean, nothing else LF said got a reaction out of him, nothing. D&D deliberately had him snap at the I love Sansa. As I loved her mother.” He snarled, slammed him on the wall, full force, like, really violently, all the while growling, literally like a wolf (going back to the territorial behaviour), we’ve never heard him growl like that, never, and he almost chokes him to death, but somehow manages to stop himself from doing so.

Then he casually get’s out the crypts, and D&D proceed to give us that beautiful, heartbreaking/heartfelt goodbye. Jon turns, waves goodbye and sweetly, but sadly smiles at her, as if nothing happed just two minutes ago in the crypts lol Sansa waves back, and she also sweetly, but sadly smiles back at him. 😭💔

 And then? Littlefinger comes out the crypts, confused af by what just happened. I think LF here, is supposed to represent the audience. The audience, just like him, should go “wtf was that?/wtf just happened?/wth did he react like that/so violently?”, and then go “oh, oooh, omg! OMG!!!”, just like LF is going in his head. Then he looks up, only to see Sansa looking melancholically in Jon’s direction, even if Jon is no longer in view now, and she looks so worried, sad and heartbroken.

You can literally see all the wheels turning in LF’s head, in the gif above.

Conclusion: If Jonsa wasn’t bound to happen in S8, this scene would’ve never happened. Jon choking Littlefinger, was included because of Jonsa, it had no other purpose, but to further Jonsa, to show the viewers, through Jon’s actions, and LF’s reaction, that Jon’s behaviour and feelings towards Sansa are very intense/strong and “slightly” inappropriate.

#JonsaIsComing 💙

No one ever talks about abusive friendships so I'm going to and you better pay attention because this is important

People know all about abusive relationships- how to spot the signs, how to leave, etc. But no one ever talks about abusive friendships, which can be just as damaging and often is. It’s also a more dangerous trap because people don’t even realize that they’re actually being abused by their friends

I’m writing this post based off of my own experiences and what I’ve seen in others’. Feel free to add anything you might find relevant upon reblogging, because you could seriously help someone. 

The vast majority of my ‘friendships’ have been abusive to me (as much as I hate to admit that), and it’s a horrible experience that I never want anyone else to live through.

I just want to add the things one should look for so no one else has to deal with the same bullshit I always did:

  • You’d rather be by yourself than hang out with that person (NOT the same feeling as being drained because you’re an introvert- you just really don’t want to hang out with that person specifically)
  • You have to always be on guard and watch what you say because your friend might bitch you out or get irrationally angry
  • He/she/zhe insults you and tries to pass it off as “I’m just saying…” or “I’m just trying to help you”
  • Seeing their name on your caller I.D. puts the fear of God in you because you’re not sure whether they’ll be kind or ready to tear at you for some unknown reason when you pick it up.
  • You’re always there when they have problems, but when it comes down to YOUR problems they brush them off as unimportant, give shitty, half-asses advice (when it’s easy to tell they just don’t care), or turn it around to make it about them and effectively have a “my problems are more important than yours so shut up” moment
  • They insult the things you find joy in (yes, this includes fandoms) but heaven forbid you show any distain for something they like, even if you only respectfully disagree- you MUST like what they like OR ELSE YOU’RE STUPID!
  • They tell other people your secrets or tell other people your worst personality traits and basically talk smack about you. Which prevents others from wanting to be your friend.
  • They ask for your advice/opinion and then get mad when you give it
  • They insult your family for really insignificant reasons or for no reason at all (I’m not even kidding guys. It can get out of hand. I had a friend who constantly insulting my parents and my brother and even said my mother couldn’t cook worth shit. Rude.) 
  • Say you are unable to do things because they “know you” and use that as an excuse to say you can’t do something you want to do. “You can’t do that, you’re too short LOL” yeah fuck you too asshole
  • You’re afraid that if you end the friendship they will go into Bitch Mode and tell all your darkest secrets and talk crap about you to everyone.
  • You have reason to believe that their Bitch Face is actually their True Face
  • They can’t seem to find anything to talk about except talking crap about other people and expecting you to agree with them (my 'best friend’ insulted another friend of mine, who I had ASKED OUT ONCE and was quite fond of, and got mad at me when I said anything in her defense.) 
  • The previous point leads me to the one where they insult your other friends. 
  • THEY ALWAYS TRY TO PIN THEIR PROBLEMS ON YOU EVEN IF YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. Usually this happens after they ask for your “advice” and then blame you for everything later or make another problem out of YOUR OPINION.
  • They consistently use the wrong pronouns (if you’re trans*- and this doesn’t include times when they have to use the wrong pronouns because of safety reasons for you) or out you (as LGBTQA+) at inappropriate times, and then get angry when you call them out on it- “but it’s obvious you’re gay anyway, so why does it matter?” “It’s too hard to use the right pronouns! Just deal with it!” (even though they’ve known what the correct pronouns are for MONTHS and after constant reminders)
  • And lastly if something feels off to you or you just feel upset or off-put by your 'friend’ (or GROUP OF FRIENDS in some cases) It’s a toxic friendship and it’s NOT good for you!

If you feel you’re in a toxic friendship, end it. Right now. It may hurt, the other person may throw a hissy fit and try so say YOU’RE the bad friend (you’re not!), you might not want to hurt the person’s feelings (which you shouldn’t worry too much about because they didn’t really care about your feelings, now did they?). Just end it, and don’t look back, even if you’re left completely friendless.

Being friendless is by far much healthier for you than staying with a group of toxic friends who put you down and make you feel like shit. I know that sound convoluted but it’s absolutely true.

And remember that it’s not the end of the world and that you WILL find new friends- hopefully ones who are decent human beings and you’ll have a real friendship waiting for you.

Don’t continue to just live with it. Do something about it and in the long run you will be much happier, trust me. If in reading this list you were heavily reminded of a 'friend’ I’d suggest looking at the friendship again- it’s probably toxic, and not the Brittany Spears kind.

Making Bruce Wayne blush

I felt inspired today, and so here’s for my second post on Tumblr…Some Bruce Wayne loving. Hope you’ll enjoy. 

WARNING : Mention of sex. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Tonight, at yet another boring charity gala, you decided that your favorite game was DEFINITELY “Make Bruce Wayne blush”.
It wasn’t an easy game, and sometimes, when he was broodier than usual, it was like playing on “hard mode”…but it was so worth it when you succeeded.

Part one of your plan, was always to make him jealous. He was more receptive to your teasing when jealous. His mind was always somewhat slower when jealous, focused on the fact that it wasn’t him flirting with you, but some asshole he suddenly didn’t like at all. 


You rarely had the occasion to make him jealous though, as he rarely let go of you during one of those charity soirée. He knew you were uncomfortable at those, and he knew you found his arm around your waist comforting. Besides, he loved to show you off to anyone he’d talk to that night. And you absolutely loved that he liked it, it made you feel good about yourself, that billionaire ex-playboy Bruce Wayne was proud to date you. You were rarely alone…but sometimes, a particular guest would take up all his attention, and you’d slip away to the bar to get something to drink, and escape the boring conversation about trade and such. 


Tonight was one of those occasions, and to hell if you weren’t going to take advantage of it. 

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It’s Only Logical - Chapter One

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexuality

Patton didn’t exactly know what he expected when he walked into the florist shop, but this definitely wasn’t it. The man who was presently looking at him with an impassive expression was…hot. Like, really hot. He was tall and slim, with hazel eyes peering curiously at him from behind black glasses and hair that had that effortlessly mussed look that either took five minutes or an hour. Well, if he didn’t get the job, he was definitely getting his number. Patton blinked twice before mentally slapping himself. He was here for a job, not a date!

“Yes, I am hiring. I need someone to assist with customer service, handle the cash register and take phone orders. If the correct candidate proved capable, I might consider allowing them to assist me with arrangements, propagation and landscape design. I presently have a six-man crew to assist with the landscaping arm of my business, but I am handling the shop and greenhouse alone. Do you have any experience?”

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Empathy Series, part III. Part II can be found here.

A/N: Here it is! Part III, which is also the final part of the Empathy Series. I decided it was time to wrap it up so I could make time to start on the holiday imagines (which reminds me, I still have requests open until the Monday after Thanksgiving!). Thank you for all of the love and support, and I’m very excited to start my new fic “When Fire Meets Fire!”

Words: 1,660 

Warnings: implied smut… I think that’s all, actually.

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A Mostly Decent Proposal, Cat/Kara, Rating: PG

Kara tries everything. She drops Cat’s name. Lena’s name. Supergirl’s name. The snotty publicist turns her down each time with increasing relish. 

“The tastings are for engaged couples only, Miss Danvers.”

And it’s not like she doesn’t try Alex. It’s maybe a little insensitive to ask given that Maggie hasn’t exactly given an answer to the spur-of-the-moment proposal yet, but dammit Kara is feeling sorry for herself. Now the best cake on the entire West Coast is being kept from her by the sad fact of being single.

Not that she would have married Mon-El. Honestly it had been effort enough to teach him to chew with his mouth closed. But it had been less lonely, less Kara left behind, less table for one and going to bed early and alone. 

She posts to Facebook in desperation, hoping Winn or James will volunteer to play her fake fiancé and grab one of the exclusive tasting appointments. There’s only four left today, and Kara wants one with a need that’s bordering on obsession. 

Before anyone can reply and save the day, a text from Cat arrives. 

Assistant AWOL. Have my car out front in 5. Meet me there.

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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 2

Characters: Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1

Everyone had arrived but Derek, at this point you’d assumed he just wasn’t coming but you pushed that thought to the back of your head. You had the pack to think of.

“It’s not fair, you’re taking care of him 24/7!” Jackson whined at you.

You sit the knife on the cutting board and cross your arms. “Oh yeah? Tell that to the gunshot victim lying on my couch. He needs constant care, Jackson.” You lower your voice and walk towards him. “He’s not the same as us, kiddo. You need to remember that.” Jackson was complaining about Stiles getting all of your attention and it had struck a nerve. “If you want attention, do something nice. I don’t give you attention because you’re so hostile to everyone. You can’t just be nice to me and think that it’s okay.” You smile as you place a hand on his shoulder. “Try being nice, Jackson..okay?”

Jackson lets out a deep breath. “Yeah, okay.”

He leaves the room and you go back to cooking when you noticed Derek. “Hey.” He smiles.

“Hey, when did you get here?” You smile back.

“Long enough to hear you talking to Jackson. You’re great at this, by the way.”

You shrug, “It’s natural, I guess.”

“Can I talk to you about something?” He walks toward you.

“Yeah, should we go upstairs?” You look up at him. He nods and you lead him upstairs to your bedroom.

“So..Liam imprinted on me this morning. Normally, I would’ve been ecstatic that I’m on my way to becoming a pack father..but I know you’ve already filled the parental spot.”

“That’s impossible.” You cross your arms. “He came over before everyone else and we had a talk. I felt the connection from his imprint on me.”

“You don’t think…?” Derek starts.

“I’ve only heard of it happening once or twice.” You look up at him.

“It’s possible. I’m almost certain Isaac has imprinted too.” Derek watches you carefully.

It’s incredibly rare but sometimes members of the pack can imprint on two people. It usually happens with a husband and wife and not two people who just met, but it happens. When members imprint on two people, the people are drawn towards each other, it’s almost like raising kids together.

“Should we go get Liam and Isaac?” He asks. You nod before sticking your head out the door, you call for them and you hear them bounding up the stairs.

“What’s up?” Isaac asks as he walks in and sits on your bed.

“Did you imprint on Derek?” You ask bluntly.

The both of them look at each other. “It’s not on purpose.” Liam says quietly. He looks sad, like he’s hurt your feelings.

“Hey.” You walk over to him and he looks up at you. “It’s okay. We still have our connection. My feelings aren’t hurt, it’s fine.” You nod reassuringly. Liam wraps his arms around you tightly and you smile. You ruffle his hair and hug him back. “You’re my pup, Dunbar.”

He laughs. “It’s not weird though, right? I mean, I didn’t imprint on you with any intentions.” He says to Derek.

Derek shakes his head and comes to your side. “I get it.” He smiles. Liam exits the room and you can feel his happiness radiating.

“If I’m being honest here, you guys are a hot couple. I mean, we just helped you out.” Isaac smirks, his head propped up on your pillows.

“Isaac up. Now. Don’t act smug about it because you’re embarrassed that you had a connection with a guy.” You walk over and pull him up by his ear.

“Ow ow ow..okay.” He pulls away and rubs his ear. “Sorry. I’m not embarrassed I just don’t want Derek to feel weird about it. You know…because I’m a dude.”

“Oh come on, Isaac. Don’t play the no homo card. That’ll get you kicked out real quickly.” You warn.

“I don’t think it’s weird.” Derek approaches him. “I appreciate that you felt you could come to me. You know I’m always here.” He pats Isaac’s shoulder. You saw how he talked to Isaac and you felt bad. They should’ve imprinted on him in the first place, not you. He’s an amazing father figure.

“Thanks. It’s just nice to have someone to talk to.”

“Isaac are you still staying with Scott?” You look up at the tall boy.

“Yeah, why?” He looks at you.

“Move in with me. I know the whole parent thing is touchy, so just let me handle it okay? You’ll have someone for parent teacher conferences, to sign permission slips…we’ll work something out, yeah?” You smile and take his hand. He looks like he might cry.

“Y/N, I’d love that. You’re a better mother to me than my biological mom.” You hug tightly.

“If it’s not too forward…I could help take care of him.” Derek looks at you. “I could move in, we could get legal custody…” You and Isaac pull away.

“A two-for-one deal?”

You laugh. “Yeah, Isaac. A two-for-one deal. It looks like you just got a new set of parents.”

“I’m going to go talk to Scott.” He smiles and leaves the room.

“I hope you don’t think that was inappropriate…me offering myself up to live with you.” Derek says.

“No, I mean..if we’re going to be pack parents it’s probably better that we are together anyway..” You smile. “Legally adopting Isaac too? That would be amazing.”

“Hey, sorry to change the topic..but I didn’t kiss you last night and I was just really caught up in you..and I hope you didn’t think that was weird because I did want to kiss you.” Derek rambles.

From what Scott has said about him you always thought he’d be kind of grumpy, not insanely adorable and soft. “No, it’s fine.” You smile.

“So, it would be okay if I did this?” He presses his lips to yours, pulling you close to him.

You kiss him back, mumbling against him, “More than okay.”

You kiss gently, nothing was escalating quickly. You hear footsteps and you pull away from him, smiling when you see Lydia enter the room.

“Stiles is being aggressive.” She pouts.

“What else is new?” Derek mutters.

“No, like he said he just wants you. He’s not letting anyone else get near him.”

You glance over your shoulder at Derek before going downstairs to Stiles. “Everybody out. Go out back or upstairs, I don’t care just out of this room.” You watch as everyone scatters. You squat in front of Stiles. “What’s going on?” You press a hand to his forehead, he still has a fever.

“I don’t know..” His voice sounds raspy. “I feel weird. I’m hot and extremely angry.”

You smile, Derek coming into the room with water. He hands it to Stiles. The younger boy sits up, drinking the whole bottle in no time.

You and Derek exchange glances. “Stiles lay back down.” He does as you say and you lift his shirt up where the bullet hole was, only to your surprise, it was gone. No hole, just the thread you’d used to sew stitches.

“Derek can you grab me the scissors?” You ask and he nods, going to retrieve them.

“Stiles, have you been feeling better?” You watch him closely as he nods. Derek returns with the scissors and you cut the stitches out and examine the area. Absolutely no sign of a gunshot wound.

“Is it possible you got bit?” You ask him quietly.

“I mean..I guess it’s always possible. Look who I surround myself with.” He responds.

“The bullet could’ve been laced in something.” Derek pipes up.

“That’s true. You were shot by another pack…”

“Wait, does that mean I’m a werewolf?” Stiles sits up immediately.

“It could..” Derek says and you stand up, sighing as you run a hand through your hair.

“Scott!” You yell, knowing that wherever he’s gone he can still here you. He runs into the house quickly. “What’s up?”

“I think Stiles is turning.” You turn and look at him, sensing Stiles’ panic.

warnette headcanon drafts

i’ve had these in my drafts for literally months maybe years so i’m just gonna post them all even though they’re all inappropriate and dumb and unrealistic so here u go

  • juliette wearing lingerie and warner looks at her for like 5 seconds before being like “this is great and i love it and you look beautiful but i’m going to take it off now”
  • warnette sitting on opposite sides of the bathtub with their legs intertwined just looking at each other while drinking wine from fancy glasses
  • juliette buying body paints and warner is like aw yiss thinking he’s gonna get some but juliette just asks warner to lay on his stomach so she can make landscapes/pictures out of the scars on his back (and then he falls asleep while she paints or something LAME because he is a cINNAMON BUN)
  • james asking juliette if she loves warner and whereas warner was sarcastic and skirting around the truth she doesnt even hesitate before telling him yes 
  • kenji teasing juliette about her sex life and she pins him to the wall by his throat and asks calmly “sorry, what was that?” 
  • kenji finding out warner’s first name and it’s really awkward for like 10 seconds then hes like “im just gonna keep calling you warner” 
  • kenji being super protective of warnette’s kids and always playing with them and teaching them their first swear words 
  • juliette looking in the mirror in the morning and noticing her entire neck and chest is covered in hickey bruises and she’s like “goddamn it” and warner just walks by like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 
  • warner playing music in their room and asking juliette for a dance and she’s super shy because she doesn’t know how and never has but you know warner is knowledgeable af so he twirls her around and they’re giggling and out of breath and i need to sit down
  • juliette hardly able to walk after a rough night and warner doesnt know whether to be smug or concerned 
  • juliette going with warner the next time he checks on everyone in the compounds and all the citizens are thanking her and wanting to shake her hand and at one point a child the same age as the one she killed holds his arms up for juliette to hold them and she does then looks at warner emotionally and omg
  • juliette getting bath bombs and she saves the glittery one for herself bc she doesnt want warner sparkly and embarrassed but he insists on using it with her and gets glitter stuck to him everywhere anyway and challenges anyone who tries to point out that they’re both literally sparkling the day afterward
  • KENJI CRYING AT THE WEDDING AND AFTERWARD HIM AND WARNER HAVE A REAL HUG AND KENJI IS SUPER GENUINELY HAPPY FOR THEM AND HE DOESNT EVEN TEASE JULIETTE ABOUT CONSUMMATING THE MARRIAGE ok well yeah he would buT KENJI AT THE WEDDING
  • warner teaching james not to be a fuckboy 
  • kenji being like “you both are so intense. it’s like no one else is in the room when you’re together” and warnette’s like “who said that” “did u hear anything”
  • headcanon: so since juliette can turn her power on and off, can warner feel when it’s on/off? since he can feel the power flow through him when it’s on, do you think they’re ever just snuggling and she lets down her guard and lets it flow through them and he stifles a gasp? her tracing her fingertips down his face and it’s literally electric? 
  • warner chuckling at something juliette says/does and he hides his smile behind his fist shyly but the dimples show and he’s so LAME and BEAUTIFUL
  • do u ever just see inappropriate pictures on tumblr and ur like “awww warnette would do that” bc me 
Night Jogging

Synopsis: Your night jog is interrupted by the sudden apperance of a friend…or foe?

Pairings: ReaderxSweetPea

Warnings: swearing, eh violence.

A/N: Had this idea for awhile and thought itd be nice and different from Legacy. I quite like this idea and am unsure if there’ll be a part 2 ft. The Gang™. I quite like Sweet Pea this far, don’t we all love an emotional damaged mysterious boy hahaha. Let me know what you loves think. Part.6 of legacy will be up in the next few days once I write it (honestly shocked I’m still writing it, I’m terrible with maintaining series)

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3rd Person

“where you going so late sis?”

“Jog”

“Bit late to be jogging around the south side?”

“Well it’s safer than when we lived on the Northside Juggy” you smirked at your beanie wearing brother before pulling your own battered beanie down around your ears to shield them from the bitter winter air. Unlike your brother you only wore your woolen hat at the appropriate times.

You stretched before taking off on your routine jog, if slightly…very later than usual.

You jogged along the footpath parallel to a wooded area near the trailer park. Swirled in your own deep thoughts, the sudden weight thrown into your side completely caught you off guard and you screamed. A hand going around your mouth as the weight pushed you deep into the forrest, worst case scenarios running rampant through your mind.

The body held you against a tree and you forced your tightly squeezed shut eyes open, getting ready to fight.

“Boo”

“OH MY GOD YOU FUCKING JERK!” you pushed Sweet Pea back, hitting him into the back as he was hunched over laughing.

“Oh my god your face!” He got out between laughs, half choking.

“Don’t do that to me! I thought I was being jumped by Ghoulies!”

“Don’t even joke about that, I’d kill them” he got very serious all of a sudden and you smiled. As if he remembered the fright he gave you he returned to laughter as you both strolled back to the path.

“Come on ynn I’ll walk you home, protect you from-”

“-From people who might hmm I don’t know tackle me into the woods?” you interrupted and you both laughed.

“Why are you out this late anyway?”

“Jogging”

“At 11.30 at night?”

“Night jogging, it makes me more mysterious and edgy" you played

“Oh yeah you definitely need help with that” he smiled, snatching your beanie from your head and putting it on his own. You don’t even bat an eyelid to his gesture.

“Why are you out this late?”

“Business”

“At 11.30 at night?”

“Night business, it makes me more mysterious and edgy” he mimicked receiving a shove from you.

“No but seriously ynn what’s with the vampiric running? Something wrong?”

“Nothing really”

“Missing your precious Northside?”

“Yeah kind of”

“This is why we can’t be together, so hung up on those idiots” he smirked

“I’m pretty sure the fact I don’t like you is the reason we’re not together” he put his hand to his chest in feign hurt, you rolled your eyes at your long time friend before continuing along the short walk home.

“No more nightly jogs alone though yn, seriously it’s dangerous. Especially for FP’ offspring, special cargo for some Ghoulie trying to earn their stripes” you arrived outside the trailer park.

“Aww I’m touched you think I’m precious” you teased.

“Most precious thing in this dump”

“We’ll leave here someday Sweet Pea”

“We?”

“Well yeah I’m going to need someone to carry my bags” you smirk and he nudges you.

“Can’t leave my partner in crime behind me now can I?” His genuine smile of gratitude made you feel warm. He always did. No one could quite understand him like you.

“I don’t really feel like going back to the trailer right now Sweet Pea, wanna go to the Whyte Wyrm?”

“With you? Always”

After playing, and losing, a few rounds of pool with Sweet Pea you sat at the bar and let him play someone actually challenging for him. You sat cross-legged absent-mindedly scrolling through your phone when a hand went to your thigh causing you to jump.

“Aw-w loo-k it’s FPs sexy daug-hter, h-ey babe” his slur of words matched the stench of decades of whiskey drinking. He was much older and much too close.

“Um hi” you pushed his hand down and away but it returned faster with a squeeze make you tense. He leaned in closer and whispered drunken inappropriate scheme’s into your ear. You groaned in disgust pushing him completely off you.

“Hey princess you don’t get to fucking do that! Come here!” He caught your knee harder, leaning his weight onto you, his arm snaked around your waist and you found it difficult this time to push him from you this time.

A hand laid on his shoulder from behind. He grunted at being interrupted before turning and meeting Sweet Peas fist, knocking him cold to the floor. You gasped as no one else reacted in the bar, welcome to the Whyte Wyrm.

“Oh my god Sweet Pea!”

“Come on, it’s time to go” he caught you by the wrist and began to pull you away from the bar, having to step over the creep as you went.

“Sweet Pea slow down, you’re going to pull my arm out of it’s socket!”

“such a fucking asshole” he continued pulling you in the direction of the trailer park, grumbling about your encounter with the creep.

“I was handling it!”

“Oh yeah yn really looked like that”

“Get off my case for fuck sake!”

“He could have run off with you!”

“So why does it matter to you!? Seriously slow down you’re not racing Usain Bolt for christ sakes!”

“it does matter to me! I don’t want some old creep all over you!” He still storming in front of you, your wrist firmly caught.

“You’re the same when any guy talks to me!!!”

“THAT’S BECAUSE I DON’T WANT ANY GUY TALKING TO YOU LIKE THAT!”

“WHY!? WHY THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER YOU!” and then, under the dim light of the trailer park sign, Sweet Pea stopped his quick pace suddenly, turning and enveloping you in a kiss. He dropped your wrist in exchange for your hips, your hands going around his neck. He had to lean to reach you and your were still half on your tippy toes to reach him but still, you were happy and totally surprised.

“Oh my God you just kissed me” you broke from him.

“I just kissed a Northside sympathiser” you both looked shocked before locking eyes with each other and kissing again hungrily.

“If anyone ever touches you like that again I’ll kill them.”

“Okay” you nodded hurriedly, desperate to connect your lips to his again.

“Well, that doesn’t look much like jogging?” Jughead voice made you both jump and separate. “Yeah, still a great cardiovascular workout…” you smiled at the ground at Sweet Peas reply.

“Whatever, I’m sure our Northsider friends will love this” he laughed, heading off back in the direction of your home.

“Yeah they will have a lot to say about…this” Sweet Pea was barely audible, first time you heard him like this.

“I really don’t care” you put his hands back on your waist and kissed him again.

“It makes me edgy and mysterious"

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Please let me know if you’d like a part.2!

Much love Xx

Tagging: @sunshine51879 @goshdarnitthatsalongname (did you want to be tagged in all my fics or no? do let me know kitten!“)

anonymous asked:

I saw this on another account but how do you think Shawn would react if his gf was mad that Katy touched his butt, cause I would! (You could write the scenario;))

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It’s Not Jealousy 

word count: 1,360

“Just grab it babe, grab my butt” Shawn laughed, shaking his booty at your face.

“Stop Shawn” you said annoyed, pushing him away from you.

“Come on y/n, just give it a rough squeeze. Your hands on my booty is better than Katy’s. Don’t be jealous” he joked, still waving his butt at your face.

“Seriously Shawn, back off” you said, rolling your eyes frustrated at him.

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ashortasianfangirl  asked:

Can i request a hc where MC is the sister (younger or older, your choice) of RFA + minor trio?

This… is literally the latest request in the inbox and we basically never do the latest req in consideration of older reqs who have waited weeks/months… but this was really fun to imagine, and very simple to write compared to everything else!

It’s relaxing to do something simple like this once in while ^O^ Thank you for the request!!

–R.I.

Request Killing: 4/30


RFA as Your Older Sibling

Yoosung Kim

  • While he’s the childish one in the RFA, he’s an entirely different person around his baby sister
  • Although he slacks off on his own studies at college, if you mentioned that you had trouble with any of your own work, he would research the topics, learn it himself and teach you to help you understand
  • Always worried sick when you’re on trips away from home, even when it’s only for a day at a school trip
  • Tries to respect your decisions in relationships, and holds back his concerns, not wanting to overwhelm you
  • Calls when has time, but never too often, so he doesn’t disturb you
  • Basically, a very thoughtful brother
  • The type to spoil you at home, does your share of the chores, gives his servings of your favourite dishes and snacks
  • If you ever got lost, he’d run around frantically to find you—only to get lost as well, but he’d always end up bumping into you by accident. He’d never tell you that it was only an accident though, letting you think your older brother had magical powers that told him where you were
  • You stopped believing that as you grew older, but it still made you smile every time he found you

Zen

  • The overprotective, overbearing brother
  • Because to him, you’re his adorable little sister who is too cute for the world. …Besides, he’s really handsome himself. It’s no surprise those good looking genes run through you, too…
  • Always too busy glaring at other guys who dare to look at you, to the point he doesn’t realize how much attention he attracts from the girls
  • Tells you all the worst things about guys
  • “They’ll play with your heart, you shouldn’t trust them! I promise I’ll beat them up if anyone tries to hurt you, okay?! Seriously, men are wolves, please please please be careful…”
  • When you asked him if he was like that too, he spluttered before exclaiming, “NO! You can definitely trust me, baby sis. I’ll never, ever hurt you.”
  • Always worried about you. After he moved out, he would call you EVERY night
  • And before he moved out, he would be the one who picked you up from school and social gatherings, and he was almost always early, which upset you because you wanted more time with your friends
  • Bragged about you to everyone he met
  • He’d definitely regret talking about you so much to his co-workers though…
  • Very likely that he’ll bring you to his studio where you meet his co-stars… one of which, ends up falling for you completely and listens very attentively every time Zen talks about you… And you felt the sparks, and damn, that guy was pretty hot (he’s an actor, after all)
  • You’d keep going back to the studio under the guise of visiting your brother… when in reality, you went to check out his co-star… who eventually gave you his number…
  • Well, no one was surprised that Zen beat him up after finding out about your relationship
  • Still, Zen wanted his little sister to be happy, so he permitted the two of you to date. He swore that he would murder your boyfriend if he broke your heart but… hey, several years later and you were married.
  • Zen cried a lot at your wedding…

Jumin

  • He’s always been bad with women because a lot, ahem, A LOT of women were after his family’s money… So he wasn’t completely sure how to act around you either, even though you’re his blood sister.
  • He definitely loves you a lot though, having grown up by your side. He’s just awkward expressing it
  • You’re the only girl in his life that he doesn’t mind because you’re his sister, so he babies you and treats you with utmost respect and care
  • Bombards you with gifts
  • Begs father to lend him money so he can buy expensive gifts that you’ve mentioned to really, really want
  • The first person to take you to the concert of your favourite artist—he hates crowds and he hates being in public because the family name follows him, but he’ll go for you
  • Would be against you studying abroad… but if you threw a tantrum with him, he’d give in
  • Panics when you cry
  • Pays the bodyguards to beat up anyone who eyes or touches you inappropriately
  • Whenever you’re out together, he has a protective arm around your shoulder
  • Being the children of the C&R Chairman, the two of you would have to attend a ton of formal business meetings and parties. He held your hand through every one, but as you grew older, it would be seen as ‘inappropriate’ so your arms would be linked instead.
  • A very loving brother, although he never expressed it through words.

Jaehee

  • People already saw Jaehee as a tough, independent woman… but they haven’t seen her around her little sister. Gosh, she was even tougher.
  • In public, she would send nasty looks at the guys who eyed you, snarling at them to turn their head
  • And she was ALWAYS ready to fight for you—you were the reason she learned judo. So she could protect you.
  • After all, your parents had died early on in your lives.
  • Started working early to support your education and living fees
  • She was a big sister that you greatly admired because she was so strong… When you were little, you wanted to be just like her
  • But Jaehee encouraged you to be yourself, of course.
  • Her door is open for you at any time, whether you need advice, a shoulder to cry on, or help with studying
  • Stresses about your exams and assessment results more than you do!
  • Prepares your lunch for school, and wakes up early to make you breakfast even though she sleeps late every night due to work
  • The only reason she takes days off is because of you—when you catch a cold, when you need someone by your side, your graduation, your appointments…
  • Always cared more about your opinions and preferences than her own—she’d make the food you like to eat even if she doesn’t like it much herself, or if you wanted to go somewhere, she’d go with you… And she would even drop her own plans for you!
  • As you grew older, you refused to let her keep sacrificing for you, and tried to depend less on her
  • She’d notice quickly and laugh, telling you that she loves taking care of you. “Haha, you’re so cute for wanting to be independent. Please, let me spoil you~”

Saeyoung and Saeran

  • They come in a pair, of course
  • Saeyoung’s the one who jumps on your bed to wake you up in the morning, which earns himself a scolding from Saeran every day. And a smack on the head. With a pan.
  • When Saeran gets a tattoo, he tries to hide it from you because he didn’t want you to get one as well… but you did, anyway, and he was there to hold your hand to endure the pain throughout the entire time
    • It would be a secret two of you kept from Saeyoung
    • Well, until he spies on Saeran in the shower and whines that he wants a matching one since they were twins…
    • Saeyoung would be very jealous that you’d left him out
  • Saeran was the “cool” brother
    • You’d go to his room whenever you just wanted peace and quiet, and he’d never question it
    • Has his music turned up, blaring through the house honestly, but you liked it that way—especially since it bothered the annoying brother
  • Saeyoung was always silly and overly cheerful, and you’d be embarrassed for your friends to meet him
    • He wasn’t all fun and jokes, though. When he didn’t feel like acting sunshiney, he was the type to lean against your doorframe and ask if you want to head out with him
    • And he’d drive you around the city, aimless. In those times, it was often quiet, but it was a nice silence
  • In public, he’d kiss you on your cheeks or your forehead, making others misunderstand that he was your lover
    • Which honestly he didn’t mind because he didn’t appreciate the thought of other guys hanging around you
    • But he didn’t have to worry about that
  • Because even if his falsely-interpreted affectionate, brotherly touches were ignored, Saeran would be there to scare the crap out of the guys who did try to approach you
  • Needless to say, you never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, all throughout your school years because of them
  • But you didn’t mind too much. They were already a handful to handle
    • Aka they were messy and annoying and you had to clean up after them at home while dealing with their occasional attitudes
  • But you loved them all the same

Jihyun

  • Spoils you so much, honestly
  • He’d look after you all the time
  • And if you ever broke something in the house, he covers up for you, saying it was his fault
  • Your parents would accuse him of being a bad child, but he was always happy about it because he was able to protect you from their anger
  • Even when you grew up and stayed out late with your friends, he’d cover up for you and make excuses to your parents
  • Whenever you could spend time together, he’d always take you somewhere that made you feel better. Often, it’d be a place you want to go to, except you never understood how he figured it out
  • When he finally got his driver’s license and car, he took you for a ride first
  • Never got a girlfriend because he was too busy worrying about you instead
  • You’d have to be the one to urge him to date
  • Teary-eyed at your graduation
  • Tutors you for your classes
  • Always made time for you, even if he was studying for important exams, or if he was a whole city away, or if you awoke him at 4AM in the night
  • Never raised his voice at you. Ever. He’d step in if anyone, your parents or even friends, dared to shout at you. He’d risk getting beat up, as long as you were unharmed
  • In fact, Jihyun got into a lot of fights because of you, even though he had zero fighting skills and didn’t even bother to raise a fist back at his opponents
  • You’d yell at him each time, crying because he got hurt again but he never blames you and it only makes you feel worse…
  • But he loves you, and he’d do anything to protect your smile.
Sneaky Chief- Jim Hopper

Originally posted by ameliawilliams

Summary: A parent teacher conference with the handsome Chief of Hawkins leads to a sneaky dinner date.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2630

Another day another parent-teacher meeting. Being a teacher at Hawkins Middle School was tough some days, dealing with bratty tweens and nonstop grading papers wasn’t exactly your idea of fun but it was your job. You stood in front of the chalkboard, erasing today’s lesson from the green board while you waited for the parent you were meeting with today. Teaching unruly kids also meant dealing with their parents as well, and it always went one way or the other, they would either apologize for the child’s behavior or scold you for saying such ‘twisted lies about their sweet angel.’ Confrontation was never fun for you, or anyone for that matter, especially when it came to telling them that their child is being disrespectful, lacking skill, or picking on another kid. But today’s meeting was going to be different, well a little different that is. Your beloved student Jane was easily one of your favorites, though you never admitted to having favorites, but she tends to battle with her social skills, which is why you had sent her home with a parent-teacher conference slip to give to her parents.

Just as you had finished clapping the chalk dust filled eraser near the window, you heard a knock at your classroom door, a tall bearded man in a police uniform stepping through the threshold. “Mrs. Y/L/N?” The man spoke, his voice deep and raspy. You found yourself standing still, your eyes not leaving the handsome man that stood before you, a flush forming on your face before you shook yourself out of your trance. “Hi, you must be Mr. Hopper, please come in, take a seat.” Setting down the erasers on the sill of the board you took your seat on the other side of your desk, sitting across from the man whose eyes hadn’t seem to left yours either. “Please, call me Jim.” He offered his hand out to you, placing your much smaller one into his and shaking it gently. “Thank you for being on time Jim.” A smile on your face as you took in his features once again, this time noticing his soft blue eyes and his badge that read ‘Chief of Police’. “I know the slip didn’t explain much of why you’re here today so let me just start off by saying that Jane is a very bright girl, full of knowledge and she’s quite the reader.” A proud grin forming on Hopper’s face as he listened very intently to you, his eyes gazing back at yours. “But she does struggle with some of the other students from time to time.” The harsh part of the conversation beginning, preparing yourself for any backlash to what you had told him about his daughter. But judging by the look on Hopper’s face, he didn’t seem angry, concerned more than anything else, as if he knew something you didn’t? “Yeah she does forget to um, use her words in certain instances, we’re trying to be better at it but clearly the fact that I’m here shows that she’s still having a hard time.” He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation. “Well…I wouldn’t say that’s her problem actually Chief.” His hands flying away from his face at the mention of his title, loving the way it sounded coming from you. “She executes her words very adequately, she just uses them in such a threatening manner that she scares the kids.” You stifle back a laugh the idea of such a tiny girl scaring the classroom bullies was amusing to you, but nonetheless you had gotten complaints from the other parents about her ‘inappropriate language’ and not of the cursing variety.

“Just the other day she had threatened one of the students, calling him a…Mouthbreather? And told him if he didn’t stop that she would feed him to the Mind Flayer?” You spoke with hesitation and uncertainty, not even sure what those words were meant to intend. A look of distress fell across Jim’s face, this wasn’t the first time he had heard this from a teacher, nodding his head in understanding, “It’s from Dungeons and Dragons, her friends got her into it and she’s been mouthing off weird things like that since.” He chuckled, his laugh deep in his throat, your heartbeat quickening at the sound of it. “Ah yes, I know the boys she’s friends with, they are quite the influential bunch.” Jim’s eyes rolling at the thought of Jane’s friends. “What I suggest is a strict but empathetic limit-setting, where you come up with some sort of consequence if she slips further into the habit, maybe less time with friends, no dessert after dinner, things of that nature.” Jim could see the lightheartedness in your soul as you spoke about his daughter, not putting her down or chastising her like the other teachers have. “I will definitely put those ideas to use, thank you Mrs. Y/L/N.”  You clear your voice slightly looking to him as he stood from his chair in front of you, “Actually it’s Ms. Y/L/N.” Your voice soft, not trying to be rude while correcting the chief. But hearing you correct Jim on something that he was so disappointed about was like music to his ears, he thought that surely a beautiful young woman like you was married.

“Thank you for stopping by Chief, I hope that the rest of your day is well. Please tell Jane that she is an extraordinary student.” A bright, beaming smile on your face and Hopper’s too. “Why don’t you tell her yourself, maybe over dinner sometime?” In all your years of teaching you had been offered a dinner date with a parent a handful of times declining them without hesitation, never a dinner including their child. But something about this offer was hard to turn down, the blatantly obvious reason being that the man who did the asking was handsome as could be. The slight smirk on Hopper’s face lingered after he made his offer, the butterflies in your stomach unable to contain how devilishly handsome he looked. “Does Friday at 7 work for you Chief?” You asked shyly, twiddling with the papers on your desk, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “I hope you like Italian, I make a mean penne alla vodka.” He said while he placed his hat back on his head, walking towards the door, you following shortly behind him. “I’ll bring dessert.” A blushy smile on your face as you leaned in the doorway of your classroom, the Chief shooting you a wink before walking off down the hall. Like a giddy school girl you excitedly giggled as you closed the door to your room, you had just scored a dinner date with the incredibly cute Jim Hopper.


7 o’clock couldn’t come any faster that Friday night. The thought of seeing Jim again was driving you crazy, and the kids that day could tell. Your glazed over eyes, your more lenient manner, no homework for the past two days (Mostly because you didn’t want to worry about grading any papers). Only Jane knew the true reason why you were so relaxed with the students, because she was given the same treatment at home from Hopper over the past two days. He was much more relaxed, not so on her case about homework, though he did have a talk with her about her threats to other students, it was all so confusing to the girl, until he had mentioned that you were coming over for dinner on Friday night.

You placed the freshly baked, fully frosted, and strawberry topped chocolate cake into a white paper box, carefully folding the lid down. The amount of time you stressed over picking the right dessert was ridiculous, but the idea of making something other than absolutely perfect for the handsome man you were seeing tonight was not in the picture. Checking the clock you were right on time, 20 minute till 7 which meant that you needed to leave now. You gave yourself a final check in the mirror, hoping that your sleek, white and black gingham dress wasn’t too much for the occasion. Grabbing your cake and purse you were out the door and on the road to Hopper’s house. While driving to your destination you couldn’t get the image of Jim smirking at you out of your head, having to remind yourself that Jane would be there as well. It was a good thing the chief of police was at home because you were sure that your significant speeding to his house would’ve gotten you pulled over for sure. As you pulled up to the small wooden cabin, you took a deep breath, staring at the front door, mentally preparing yourself for the night. You stepped out of your car, carrying your cake with both hands as you stepped towards the door, climbing up the few wooden steps anxiously. Standing in front of the door you could hear Elton John playing through the ajar window, the sound of silverware clanking together following along. With a bright smile you knocked on the front door, the clanking stopping and soft thuds occurring instead before the door swung open. While you may have prepared yourself over the past few days leading up to this moment, nothing could have properly prepared you for the wonderfully attractive sight in front of you.

There stood Jim, dressed in dark blue denim, an equally dark maroon shirt buttoned up over his torso, a dish rag in his hands while he looked down at you with an identical awestruck gaze. Hopper’s eyes raked over you with a certain yearning, barely able to pull his stare away from you for a second to meet your beautiful eyes.“Wow…You look, breathtaking Y/N.” Was all that he could manage to say in the moment, stepping aside to invite you in, muttering a soft thank you in response with blushy pink cheeks. Looking around, the house was small but quite quaint, the corners adorned with bookshelves and a record player near the window, still playing the excellent Elton John. The further you walked into the house, the better it smelled, the smell of ripe tomatoes and warm bread making your stomach growl. “Where’s Jane?” You asked, noticing the dark curly haired girl wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Jim closed the door behind you, stepping back into the kitchen to mand his station at the stove. “Oh she’s at the Byer’s house, staying the night with her friends.” He called back to you, working away on the finishing touches of his masterpiece. Raising an eyebrow you placed the cake box down on the kitchen counter, “Was this a cheap ploy to get me to come over Mr. Hopper?” You grinned, stepping closer to the tall and evidently tricky man, watching a wicked smirk appear on his face as he turned to look at you. “Indeed it was Ms. Y/L/N, how else was I supposed to woo you over here?” He taunted, making your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip. “Well your Italian cuisine smells divine, you could’ve lead with the fact that you can cook.” Hop let out a laugh, that gorgeous laugh making you melt, “Alluring and humorous, you’re quite the catch Y/N.” It’s as if he was pulling out all the stops to make you fall for him, a home cooked meal, flattery in its charming state, and not to mention that bicep hugging maroon button down.

The night continued on, the day passed by so slow and yet the night had gone so quickly, the time on the clock nearing 11 o’clock. Dinner had gone as smooth as Hopper had planned, you loved his penne dish, so much that you had asked for the recipe. And your cake was an absolute hit with the fellow dessert loving man, Hopper even swore that it was the ‘best damn chocolate cake’ he had ever tasted. And if he could eat it for every meal, he would, though he mentioned that Flo down at the station wouldn’t like hearing that. As the night winded down, the two of you traded your spots at the dinner table for the couch; where the two of you chatted even more. The distance between you two of the couch was minimal, your knee just barely touching Hopper’s, the slight contact was enough to keep you smiling. Jim had apologized for being so long winded as he talked, but you didn’t mind one bit, in fact you loved listening to him talk about everything and anything, from war stories to calls he’s gotten at the station. You could listen to this man talk for days, the way he used his hands while speaking was adorable, and his slightly dirty mouth made you laugh, and then blush when he would apologize for such language. But soon enough the chatter between you two slowly dwindled down, peaceful and content silence growing, but that didn’t stop you both from the loving gazed that was shared.

“I have to tell you, I’ve become very jealous of Jane, getting to see your beautiful face everyday? Now that’s something to be envious of.” Biting down on your lip you shook your head at the sweet man, your hand resting on his denim clad knee. “I think my cheeks are permanently blushed from all your compliments Jim.” That last one really taking the win over you. “It’s just so easy to compliment someone as amazing as you.” There it was again, that charming flattery of his. It was as if there was a string between you two, pulling you closer together with every word that he spoke; your faces just inches apart. Gazing up at him, his eyes met with yours before they took a glance down at your lips, yours doing the very same after his. The staring didn’t last too long, Hopper grabbing a hold of your cheek with his strong hand, pulling you in for a sweet like candy kiss. Jim’s free arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as if you weren’t close enough. Your hand squeezes his sturdy bicep as you pulled back to look at him, a look of satisfaction on his bearded face. “Been wanting to do that all night.” He admitted with no shame, his hand rubbing the small of your back. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking the same thing.”  You agreed shyly, Jim reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin upwards to steal a kiss yet again.

Once you pull away reluctantly from the soft kiss, sighing as you look at the clock. “I should get going, keep me here any longer and I might pass out.” A giggle escaping your lips as your stood up, Jim following behind you. “If I’m being honest I would be completely okay with that.” Shaking your head you took your purse into your hands, walking towards the door. “You’re gonna have to cook me a few dinners before I can pull a nightcap sneaky Chief.” Jim laughing at that, leaning in the doorway as you stepped out onto the front porch. “I fully plan on it, Y/N.” Leaning up on your tippy toes, you gave him a tender kiss on his cheek, “Call me soon.” You whispered into his ear, walking carefully down the steps and towards your car.

“I hope you know that soon means tomorrow afternoon!” He shouted to you with a cocky grin, still leaning in the doorway of his house.

Whirling around you gave him a look of contentment, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world Chief.”

Author’s Note: I hope you guys liked my first Hopper imagine! I really loved writing it and hope to get more request for him soon!! I’m currently working on the second half of my Jonathan imagine and a Steve request! I love you all!!! xx Lexie.

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Welcome to Blackwatch - McCree x Reader (NSFW)

A/N: Fulfilling a (few) request(s) for some NSFW McCree and I hope this satisfies.

You’re new to Blackwatch and McCree decides to welcome you in his own, special way.

Tagging the unquenchable thirst squad: @natalya-romanova @frank-a-lank @strikecommandher

Words: 3,339
Warnings: NSFW, smut, slight dom!McCree, dirty talk

*Putting everything under the cut.

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Charles Xavier x reader (yes, another one)

Originally posted by julee-art

“Y/N, could you please come to my office for a second?” You heard Charles’s voice ring in your head.

“What is it Charles? Can’t you tell me now?” You asked turning pages in the book you were reading.

“I would prefer you coming here darlin’. It’s important.” You sighed and put the book down.

“Alright professor. I’m coming.”

“Thank you dear.” You walked up the stairs of the busy school. It was filled with children of all ages. From afar you could see Hank desperately trying to rush some of them into a classroom but that didn’t seem to work very well. You giggled and walked down the corridor to the professor’s office. You knocked twice and entered the room.

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She Tastes like Candlelight 

MSR

Explicit 

It starts with, of all things, a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt.

Logically, he knows it doesn’t make sense. She comes to work in form-fitted jackets that go tight about her waist. She’s been foregoing the baggy slacks in favor of skirts that stop just below the knees, with nylons clinging to the defined musculature of her calves; he’s pretty sure he can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her wear shoes other than heels, excluding the clinical, white shoes she wears with her scrubs during autopsies.

He’s seen the looks she gets. Sometimes, it’s during an interview, when a witness’s gaze will linger just a little too long on her bustline, and her hand will go up and fiddle with her necklace, her arm blocking her chest in subtle defiance. Other times, it’s men on the streets of the city, shouting out obscenities to her, having the audacity to call her “baby,” and “sweetheart,” and he fights the urge to yell right back, brandishing his badge and his gun, wanting to scare the misogyny right out of the bones of anyone who thinks they’re entitled to her body, but he knows that she would find it condescending. “Thank you, but I can handle myself, Mulder,” she’d say, and it’s not that he thinks she can’t—he just doesn’t want her to have to.

And still other times, the looks come not from strangers on the sidewalk, or from people he can reduce to photos in a casefile, but from their peers. Educated, talented men who transform themselves into slobbery, teenage boys when sitting adjacent to her in meetings, eyeing her with an inappropriate hunger while she jots down notes in the margins of her agenda sheet. More than once, Mulder has found himself in the elevator with a man who will look down at Scully, and then catch Mulder’s eye over the top of her head, just so that he can wink, including him in some inside joke he has no interest being a part of.

He supposes that he empirically knows that Scully is attractive—it’s more or less objective fact—but he’s never allowed himself to notice. He’s trained himself to observe her through a filter. He considers her appearance through what he aptly names the Sexual Harassment Video Gaze. He quickly shuts down any thought that could be used as an example in a training tape on inappropriate office behavior.

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responding to some “Dipper is cis!!1!” arguments :)

1) “Don’t force child characters to be trans!”

- Applying a theory does not count as forcing
- Trans children exist in real life. There are kids who are 4, 5, 6 years old that get diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder or Gender Dysphoria, and it’s only fair that they get some kind of representation.
- Dipper is a fictional character, stating on the internet that I think he is trans will not affect him in anyway because he ISN’T REAL
- There are bigger issues regarding fan theories than the transboy dipper, transgirl Mabel, transgirl Grenda, etc. theories. Within the fandom there is shipping going on involving incest (Mabel/Dipper), pedophilia (Dipper/Ford *shuddering*) and abusive, interspecies (?) (Bill/Dipper (does bill count as another species? He’s not human and he’s definitely not 12 so it’s still a bit weird)) relationships. If you think saying that a male character could have been born female is the biggest problem facing the show, then you have some issues

2) It’s a children’s show, stop trying to make it LGBT+

- Children have a right to see LGBT+ characters from a young age. There’s nothing wrong with being LGBT+, and by hiding it from children it’s just enforcing the idea that it’s bad or should remain hidden
- Please return to this argument when it’s possible for children to google “My Little Pony” without seeing content that is actually inappropriate :)

3) Dipper has been seen shirtless and his chest is flat

- Hormone blockers are a thing. There is a perfectly reasonable chance that he is on blockers and so his chest has remained as flat as a prepubescent girl 

- He is 12 (13 by the end of the show), and on average femal puberty starts between the ages of 9 and 14 (google it). He may not have hit puberty yet, and this his chest is still flat.
- Similarly, Mabel has a pretty flat chest. They’re both children, why are their figures so important to you?

4) Alex Hirsch tweeted “if anyone wants to know what I consider canon, it’s easy: it’s what happened in the show” (x)

- Gravity Falls airs on Disney. Disney Channel has been around since 1983 (and Disney XD since 2009), and in almost 33 years has had two canon gay couples. There is no chance that Disney would have let them have a canon trans character, because parents would complain and it could damage ratings and profits and whatever
- He also tweeted “[Headcanons] don’t need my input” (x). Alex isn’t for or against trans!Dipper. If he’s not fighting it, you shouldn’t either.

5) Mabel wouldn’t tease Dipper about not being manly I he was trans

- She probably doesn’t mean to upset him? She’s clearly not saying the jokes seriously or out of malice, and she probably just doesn’t realise that it affects him
- If she would make those jokes towards him if he was cis, why should she not just because he’s trans? Personally, I sort of see that in a way like her saying “I see you as just the same as any other boy, and I’m going to treat you like I would treat any other boy”.
- She is a child. Children say stuff without thinking it through.

6) There have been flashbacks to when they were kids and Dipper was a boy then (x)

- As mentioned in an earlier point, children are trans. Children can express gender dysphoria from a young age and so it’s perfectly reasonable that dipper could have been out and living as male by the time he was 5 or 6.
- These memories come from Mabel and Dipper. Mabel and Dipper see Dipper as a boy, and so they could have altered their memories to fit in with that. When I look back on things I did as a kid, I think of it as “when I was a little boy”, and erase the female side of it. Mabel and Dipper could be doing that as well.

7) Grenda is more obviously trans than Dipper

- Why should we be limited to only having one trans character? LGBT+ characters aren’t just little tokens to prove that the show supports our community. Dipper could be trans, and Grenda could be trans. EVERYONE COULD BE TRANS! Why limit it to just one trans character? Let’s have a million!

8) “it’s disgusting”

- Would you like to elaborate on that? Because until you’ve given me some reasons, you’re just being transphobic. Transphobia isn’t cool.
- there is nothing disgusting about being trans. There is nothing disgusting about suggesting a fictional character could be trans. Shut up.

Please stop attacking trans!headcanons. They aren’t harming your enjoyment of the show. Unless you are genuinely being attacked for not accepting trans!dipper as your supreme overlord, then you’re not being affected by the headcanons. Please just let people enjoy thinking what they think.

These are just responses to some arguments I’ve seen. If you have anything else to add, feel free. I just really like trans!dipper and would appreciate not getting attacked for thinking it.

BTS: Public Displays of Affection

Seokjin/Jin

He’s like a fairytale prince when you’re in public—kisses your hand for no reason, opens all the doors for you even when it isn’t actually the most convenient way to get through the door, always has whatever you need in the moment (a tissue, some water, his jacket if you’re cold). He’ll peck you on the lips if you push for it, but he gets pretty embarrassed about it. Jin keeps it entirely G-rated until you’re alone, but there’s no doubt in the mind of anyone who sees you two that you’re romantically together. “You want to kiss here? Anyone could be looking! Well, all right, as long as it’s just one…”

Namjoon/Rap Monster

Namjoon is casually possessive of you in public. It’s entirely instinctive for him to guide you from place to place with a hand on your lower back, or stand in front of you on a crowded subway so you don’t get bumped, or rest a hand on your waist while you’re standing in line for something. He’s very openly protective as well—if he sees someone staring at you, he’ll pull you into a kiss to make sure whoever it is knows the score. Namjoon really likes it if you instigate something in public, too; he’s a little insecure still and gets a confidence boost if you hold his hand in front of everyone. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone bother you. Just stay close to me and it’ll be fine.”

Yoongi/Suga

Yoongi doesn’t go in for PDA at all. He’ll let you rest your head on his shoulder if you’re out together and you’re drunk or tired, and he’ll hold your hand in a movie if it’s dark, but his view is that personal relationships should be private. He’ll absolutely go with you to the museum, or to get coffee, and he doesn’t care if people know you’re dating, but physical intimacy stays behind closed doors. If you make him jealous, you won’t hear anything about it until you’re alone at home—and then you’re in for it. “I need that hand, you know, how else am I going to carry the grocery bags? Don’t pout. You know I’ll let you hang onto me all you want at home.”

Hoseok/J-Hope

Hoseok is the snuggle king. He plays footsie with you under the café table, kisses your cheeks to distract you at the arcade, and pulls your legs into his lap if you’re gaming, watching a movie, or anything else involving a sofa. His motivation is extremely simple—he loves you, he likes to touch you, and he doesn’t care at all if anyone does or doesn’t know it. If you let him lay his head in your lap on a picnic, he might die of happiness. “I can’t help myself, you’re so cute when you’re concentrating like that!”

Taehyung/V


Tae is most often the PDA instigator. If you’re walking together, he’ll reach out to hold your hand. If you’re playing video games with the boys, he’ll pull you into his lap. At the store or the movies or the zoo, he’ll lean over to kiss you when he thinks no one is looking, and then get caught up in the moment and not notice when someone is looking. Taehyung is proud to be your man, and he makes sure you know it. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was some kind of exhibitionist… “Jagiya, I just want everyone to know I’m with you. If I don’t stay close by, someone might steal you away!”

Jimin

Most of the time, you have to be the instigator if you want to hold Jimin’s hand at the dinner table, or kiss him while you’re out on a date—he knows where the two of you stand, and it honestly never occurs to him that he has to show anyone. The exception is if you’re dancing with him. Jimin is very, very handsy on the dance floor, sometimes to the point of being inappropriate if he’s had something to drink, and more than once you’ve had to remove his hands from your backside because people are staring. “Oh, I can’t touch you there in public? Well, maybe we should go somewhere that no one can see…”

Jungkook

Jungkook acts like a tough guy most of the time, which means he basically ignores you if you grab his arm or kiss his cheek. He’s concerned that you’ll get in trouble if anyone sees you being affectionate, even though he very quietly wants everyone to know that he’s with you. However, if you pet Jungkook’s hair or scratch at the back of his neck, his legs get a little weak and he’ll let you do whatever you want to him, regardless of location. Don’t abuse this power, or he’ll be really upset later on. “You’re so mean, doing that to me right there where anyone could watch. I’ll get you back at home, just wait and see.”