he had such a huge affect on their lives and he never ever knew it

Katsuki Yuuri is 22 and in college and disgustingly in love with Viktor Nikiforov, his boyfriend of two years.

They have a one-year-old puppy named Makkachin, whom they got from the breeder as soon as he was fully weaned. 

They live together in a gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment - with huge bay windows and what is technically a guest room, but which they’ve been calling “Phichit’s room” for as long as they’ve been living there, for how often the Thai boy stays over. Sometimes, Chris stays there too, when he’s in the country, and Phichit will complain for weeks afterwards that nothing is where he left it and someone has been rummaging in his personal belongings. (Yuuri and Viktor have long since given up questioning why he even keeps his personal belongings in their guestroom).

Viktor is a successful, best-selling author who insists on travelling to the places his books are set in the interest of accuracy even when the setting has next to nothing to do with the plot, because he’s just extra like that.

Yuuri and Makkachin travel with him whenever they can, but being a college student doesn’t give you that much free time, so most often Yuuri has to stay at home, or come home early. He doesn’t mind too much. He’s never actually alone for more than a few days at a time anyways (again, Phichit crashes at their place a lot).

They’re happy and disgustingly adorable and #couplegoals for literally everyone.

And then…they break up. And neither of them will say why. All anyone knows is that it started with a tiny little argument, and spiralled quickly into something monstrous and devastating.

And within the month, Yuuri moves out of his gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment with the huge bay windows and the guest room that they used to call Phichit’s room.

He leaves behind the boyfriend he was disgustingly in love with, and the puppy that whines pitifully after him, scratching at the door and begging to be let out.

He’s done uni by then, and so is Phichit. They have nothing left to tie them to that city, and because Phichit is beautiful and perfect and a way better best friend than Yuuri deserves, he convinces Yuuri to move with him across the country, to sunny beaches and towering palms, to a place as far away from home as they can possibly get, while staying in the same country.

And Viktor? He’s left behind in a too big apartment, with a heartbroken puppy that lies listlessly on Yuuri’s side of the bed and can only fall asleep when listening to Yuuri’s breathless laughter through old vacation videos on Viktor’s laptop.

Once their lease is up, Viktor decides to move back home to Russia, to parents who hug him tightly when they see him standing miserable and tired on their doorstep, and a little brother who barely recognizes him without his ex boyfriend attached to his hip.

He keeps writing his books (tragedies now, instead of the romance his fans have grown to expect from him), even sells his movie rights to some of them, and Makkachin starts running and playing again, tongue lolling happily out of his mouth and bouncing with excitement whenever Yura mentions the beloved “w” word. These days, Viktor always takes him travelling with him, ever since Makkachin got sick with anxiety the first time Viktor left him behind at his parents’ home for a week.

And meanwhile, Yuuri learns to live with a gaping hole in his chest where his heart used to be, so painful some days he can barely breathe.

Phichit is with him every step of the way, his partner-in-crime, his brother in all but blood, his platonic soulmate. (It’s a warm and sticky summer night when they lie on a sandy beach and listen to the waves lapping quietly at their bare toes, and they promise each other that if neither of them are married by forty, they’ll just marry each other. It’s not exactly what Yuuri had wanted from his future, but it still makes him clutch at his stomach in breathless laughter when Phichit suggests it.)

Viktor had always been the author out of the two of them, the one that knew how to string words in just the right order to paint a vivid picture in the minds of his readers.

But Yuuri isn’t too bad at it himself, he thinks. He decides to give it a try.

He paints a story of a clumsy couple, charmingly naive, so in love, so perfectly imperfect. He paints a story of a couple that bickers and banters, fights and then makes up with whispered apologies and warm cuddles. He writes about a couple that fights and makes up, fights and makes up, fights and makes up until…quite suddenly…they don’t.

He writes about the couple that goes their separate ways. A couple that is too young, too inexperienced for this thing they have between them, this thing that’s so huge, so important, so beautiful, they’re both afraid to lose it, so they throw it away themselves.

And then, just because he wants to give them the one thing he’d long given up hope for, he ends their story with a question.

(Can we give this a second chance?)


Katsuki Yuuri is 26, and disgustingly in love with Viktor Nikiforov, the boy he broke up with three and a half years ago.

He has a cute little 2-year-old toy poodle named Vicchan, whom his roommate, his platonic soulmate (his potential fiancé?) had given to him as a present to get over his broken heart.

They live together in a cozy little 1-bedroom apartment just ten minutes away from the beach, with a sofa-bed that their friends, Guang-Hong and Leo, like to crash on sometimes when they’re in the middle of another lovers’ quarrel.

Yuuri is a best-selling author, with his one-hit wonder, On My Love, garnering international attention and countless desperate requests for a sequel.

Yuuri likes to take Vicchan for walks along the beach early in the morning, just as the sun is beginning to peek above the horizon and paint the sky in soft pinks and dazzling oranges.

They’re taking a break one day, with Vicchan splashing in the shallows a few feet away, when Yuuri is suddenly bowled over by a whining, panting, standard sized poodle, all soft brown fur and sloppy kisses.

He can barely breathe around the desperate affection, and not even Vicchan’s excited, curious yapping is enough to distract the ecstatic giant furball from his reunion with his long-lost and sorely missed human.

As soon as Yuuri can breathe again, fingers curled into his beautiful older puppy’s fur, he looks up, and his heart clenches at the sight of the Russian man standing a few feet away, a familiar paperback clutched to his chest with white-knuckled hands.

He still wears his heart on his sleeve.

A question tumbles out of his mouth.

And in that moment, Yuuri knows to start his next book with an answer.

(“Of course.”)

Wanna Bet? (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader

PART II  |  PART III

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?

A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.

Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.

“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”

“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”

“Park Jimin.” Shit.

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Stay With Me

Request: “Draco x reader. They have been dating since third year. Draco wants their first time to be perfect. Very fluffy but smutty too”

Summary: Emotions run wild when the first sign of abuse between Draco and his father appear. He wanted to leave immediately after, so you helped him do just that. When the two of  you arrived back in your dorm, Draco knew that he’d never let you go, whether his father wanted him to or not. You two talked, and it was the kind of talk that persuaded you to take action. Tonight was the night you would lose your virginity to Draco Malfoy, your one and only prince.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,898

Warnings: Smutty. ;)

A/N: This is the first imagine I have written in a long time on here and I’m so sorry for going incognito on all of you. I’ll try and get back on track soon, but for now, enjoy this. ;) love ya’ll! x

The room was silent, air tense and uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time you had dinner at the Malfoy Manor, and it surely wasn’t the first time you had harsh insults about you from Lucius Malfoy, but the words never failed to send a pang to your chest every time you heard them.

You had met Draco your first year of Hogwarts, and to say you two hated each other was an understatement. Especially when you had been sorted into Gryffindor.

However, when third year rolled around, you and Draco had grown into a different type of relationship, one with large smiles and teasing remarks here and there. Draco had been the first one to express his emotions towards you by bringing you to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of night when he found you studying in the library. He had planted a soft kiss upon your lips unexpectedly, as you were about to speak.

From then on, you and Draco were inseparable. And Lucius Malfoy didn’t approve in the slightest.

“Father, please! It’s been two years-” Draco tried to defend you, but his father had interrupted him. slamming his hand on the table and silencing his son.

“How dare you talk back to me! I am your father, you listen to me!” Lucius had finally snapped, standing up and wrapping his hand around Draco’s throat. A scream erupted from both Narcissa’s and your mouth as Draco’s body was slammed against the wall.

“Lucius, don’t!” Narcissa screamed, trying to pry Lucius away from his son.

Knowing any words from you would just make the situation worse, you placed your hand on Draco’s shoulder to let him know you were there. He groaned and closed his eyes, his father’s fingers tightening unbearably around his esophagus. There was nothing you nor Draco’s mother could do. Lucius would let go when he wanted to let go.

Moments felt like hours until Lucius finally loosened his grip, Draco’s chest tightening as he took a huge gasp for air, immediately reaching for you. You immediately enveloped him in your arms, knowing something like this highly affected him already. He wanted to leave, you could sense it. So you sent Narcissa a small nod, avoiding Lucius completely, before making your way out of Malfoy Manor and into the cold night air.

“It’s okay, Draco. We’re leaving.” You whispered, caressing his cheek in comfort.

He nodded and watched as you pulled your wand out of your pocket. You waved it in the air, and immediately, you and Draco and had disapparated, reapperating in your dorm room. Draco looked around and spotted the bed, immediately ripping the covers off and snuggling underneath.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.

“Yes.”

That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.  

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

“D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

“I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

“I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

“I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

“Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

“D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

“F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

But it felt so good.

“Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention. You looked down, watching him do things you’d never think could feel so good.

Which is exactly why you groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

“W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

“I-I can do something else. S-Something that will really pleasure you, but it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You already had a feeling for what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly, wanting to experience the whole package.

Draco took your nod as a yes, and reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Loud moans escaped your lips, and you thank the Lord the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

“Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. You might have been a virgin, but you were highly skilled in rotating your hips. Draco knew that when he first saw you dance at the winter ball earlier on in the year.

But he never knew you’d be this good.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

“Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You the your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You gulped at the size of him. You knew Draco had a good size to him, but the real thing was completely shocking.

Would he even fit inside you?

Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

“No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

“I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

“Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

“I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

“I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

“Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

“M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips.  “Always, Draco.”

— ask and you shall receive | pt 4—final (m)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings— angst, romance, fluff, smut
words—9,405

:: summary— it’s been a couple of months since you and your sugar daddy changed your arrangement and while all has been well, practically floating on cloud 9, something is about to happen that will drop kick you back into reality…

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Give me a break.

Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx

“Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
“Why are you still here then!?”
She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her.
He doesn’t love you anymore.
Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight.
He hates me.
She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.

When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
Into whatever they had now.
She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.

It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
“Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.

When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
“We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
“I know, my love.”
My love. Was she still his love?
She thought he hated her.
They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
“I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.”
Broken. Is that what they’ve become?
“I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
“I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
“I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
“I love you too, Harry. So much.”
Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
“What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
“Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
“I-I think we need a break.”
Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
“No.” He repeated after a moment.
“No way.”
“Harry, listen. I-”
“No!” he shouted.
Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
“Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You will have that time when I’m gone.”
“I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
“L-Longer?”
“Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
“There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
“I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
“I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
“Harry, please.”
He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
“How long?”
“T-Two months?”
“No fucking way!”
This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
“Harry, I-”
“One month. And not a single day longer.”
She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
“Alright.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
“I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
“No.”
“Harry,-”
“No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“No, it’s actually not.”
She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
“I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.

When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
“I’ll go now, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Can I at least get a hug?”
He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
“I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
“Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded.
“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
She nodded and smiled softly at him.
“I love you, too.”
Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
“Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
He nodded and opened the door.
“Take care, yeah?”
“You too, love.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And just like that he left.

Keagster coda in which Ransom dies and Holster is acting weird

also on ao3

“He’s gone, you know, you can come out.”

Ransom was lying on the floor of the attic, staring up at rafters with his arms splayed at his sides. The bed seemed too far for him to walk when he was in this state. How could he ever walk again when Alexei Mashkov and more importantly, Alexei Mashkov’s ass had been within three feet of him?

“That was so embarrassing,” Ransom moaned, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re going to have to find a new roommate because I’m never showing my face again.”

He’d imagined meeting Tater in various different ways for the last few years, he’d always planned to wow him with his hockey skills. Maybe Tater would show up randomly at one of his games and he’d wait for him after and he’d pull him close and kiss him and tell him that he played beautifully in that thick Russian accent and Ransom would wrap his arms around those thick shoulders and…

“Dude, he’s just a guy,” Holster said, unimpressed. Ransom was vaguely aware of the sound of the mattress creaking across the room as Holster sat down.

“He’s Alexei “Tater” Mashkov,” Ransom said, annoyed. “You’re just a guy. I’m just a guy.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

Ransom’s phone buzzed in his pocket, once, twice…

He reached down and pulled it out

Jack: Can I give Tater your number?

Holy shit. Before Ransom could even process the words Tater and your number in the same sentence his phone buzzed again.

Jack: He asked.

He. Asked. Ransom immediately shot up and ran across the room to fling his phone in Holster’s lap.

“Read. It.”

“He wants your number?”

“He. Wants. My. Number.”

Ransom’s hands were shaking as he took the phone back and sat down next to Holster on the bottom bunk.

“What do I say?”

“You say yes?” Alexei Mashkov wanted his number. Alexei Mashkov, who had spoken exactly four words to during his entire visit.

Ransom: Yeah. Of course. What’s he want with it?

That sounded cool and calm and not like Ransom was freaking out, right?

“Bro, breathe. Come on.” Holster nudged his arm and Ransom stared at him with wide eyes. “This is your second chance, right? If you text him you can actually think about what you’re saying before you say it and he’ll have no idea that you’re a crazy obsessed fan.”

“Screw you,” he muttered. His phone buzzed again and this time…

“IT’S HIM,” Ransom exclaimed, standing up. “Holster, it’s him.”

555-767-9988: Is Alexei ))

555-767-9988: Zimmboni give me your number

“What do I say?”

“Alexei, I love you, let me call you daddy?” Holser said, smirking.

Ransom waved him off. “Stop. This is serious, dude. What do I say?”

“Just…say hi?”

“That’s too boring. He’s going to get bored if I just say hi.”

“Give me the phone.” Holster stood up and grabbed the phone from Ransom’s hand and Ransom immediately tackled him to the ground.

“No! You’re going to say something stupid!” He hissed, as Holster held the phone above his head. “Give it back!”

Holster flipped them over, straddling Ransom’s waist and grinned triumphantly as he typed.

Ransom: Hey. Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you earlier.

“What are you writing? Fuck Holster what are you writing?”

“I just told him you think his ass is better than Jack’s,” he teased, and Ransom let out a wail.

“Get your stupid huge thighs off me and give me my phone!” He exclaimed, pushing Holster backwards so that he could grab the phone from his hands.

Holster handed it back, laughing, and sat up on his forearms, Ransom still half in his lap.

“Fuck. Okay. Fine. This is fine,” Ransom said, looking down at the message. “Shit man, you scared me.”

He looked down at Holster, glasses askew and shirt riding up his torso and laughed. “You’re such a dick.”

“A dick who’s helping you text your idol,” Holster said, grinning and pushing his glasses back into place. “Asshole.”

Tater: Is okay you ran. I have affect like that on people ))))))

“Is that…is he?” That was definitely flirting, right? Ransom couldn’t be sure… He turned the phone to show Holster.

“Dude.” Holster said, sitting up. “That’s gay.”

Ransom sat criss-cross on the floor, phone in his lap. He was just about to reply when the phone buzzed again and Holster hovered behind his back looking at the response.

Tater: Next time will give you autograph

“God he’s cocky,” Holster grumbled, and Ransom nudged his stomach.

“He can afford to be cocky with an ass like that.”

Ransom: Haha that’d be cool actually.

“That’d be cool actually,” Holster mimicked. Ransom glared. Why was he being like this?

“You know I suck at this stuff, man, stop,” Ransom told him. Ever since he broke up with March he’d been trying to get back in the game, and it wasn’t like Alexei Mashkov was queer or even trying to hook up with him, but it was the principle of the thing.

Tater: You are good player too. I watch games with Zimmboni.

“He thinks I’m a good player,” Ransom whispered. Holy shit.

Ransom: Thanks man. Just sucks we didn’t make it farther in the playoffs.

Tater: Some win, some lose )))

“Why is he even texting you, though?” Holster muttered, standing back up.

Ransom looked up, shocked. “Dude. What’s your problem?”

“Don’t have one. I’m just wondering. It’s kinda weird, okay?”

And it was weird, but he was literally texting his celebrity crush and his best bro could be a little happier for him?

“Yeah I mean I don’t get it, but shit man.”

“Yeah, shit.”

This was…awkward. He watched Holster carefully. He was…tense. After all these years playing together, living together, Ransom knew when something was up.

He opened his mouth to ask when Holster turned around abruptly, looking down at him.

“This is your Birthday Keagster, Rans, let’s go down, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.” Holster held a hand out to help him up and his hand lingered before he ran it back through his hair. So weird.

“And eat something! I will take care of your drunk ass if I have to, but I won’t clean up any of your puke even if it is your birthday,” Holster said, grinning. Back to normal.

Ransom laughed. “I’m the one who took care of your drunk ass when you stripped on the pong table last week, but okay.”

“Fuck off,” Holster said, nudging him in the arm.

Back to normal. Ransom grinned and opened the attic door. “It’s my birthday I’ll get shitfaced if I  want to.”

His phone buzzed again with another text from Alexei and he felt Holster physically stiffen at his side.

What the fuck.

He decided to ignore the text for now. He only had a little while longer to enjoy college with his best bud, and even if they were moving in together, everything was about to change.

experimental error (pt. 2)

pt. 1

→pairing: taehyung | reader

→genre: best friend au | smut

→word count: 6,002


The next time you saw Taehyung, things were not the same.

Maybe it was just you being weird—god, why did you have to be so awkward?—but every time you made eye contact, even when you were with a group of friends, all you could do was picture the way he had been staring at you, his intense, lust-filled gaze locking with yours as he rocked into your frame, leaning his forehead against yours and never, ever breaking the eye contact that had played a crucial role in sending you over the edge. The memory would hit you all at once, and suddenly you would be unable to look at him again for the rest of the day.

If he was feeling anything even remotely similar to what you were, he definitely didn’t show it. He continued to talk to you as if nothing had happened, laughing and joking like you usually did until eventually you would get annoyed. Why isn’t this affecting you like it’s affecting me?! you wanted to scream, but you knew you couldn’t. After all, you had told him from the very beginning that you wouldn’t make things weird. He was the one who didn’t want to do this, and you convinced him; you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just one huge, irreversible mistake.

But then you reminded yourself of why you wanted to do this in the first place: you had only had sex twice with two different guys before Taehyung, and both times were completely miserable. You couldn’t figure out how sex was supposed to be fun; you’re just laying there getting a dick shoved into you, no? But then you realized, maybe the problem was you. How was one supposed to be “good at sex”; isn’t it all just the same thing? How is one person better in bed than another? And it was these simple questions that sparked fear into your brain, starting off as a flickering flame and soon growing into a giant forest fire of worry and self-doubt. You needed answers, needed to find out the truth before the next guy you seriously liked came along; you didn’t want to mess up any future relationships by being boring between the sheets.

So that’s what prompted you to keep your mouth shut. That’s what prompted you to swallow whatever doubts you were having about this and go over to Taehyung’s again, knowing exactly what your time together would entail. You were ready for your second lesson.


“Okay, so I bought a few things for us to talk about.”

As soon as you walked into Taehyung’s room he immediately sat you down on the bed and pulled out an array of objects, anywhere from lube to anal beads, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What?” Tae frowned, obviously not receiving the reaction he expected.

“What is all of this?” You were still laughing, but when you looked up and realized that he wasn’t smiling, you quickly tried to hide your amusement with stifled grins.

“They’re sex toys!” He whined defensively. “Like look, here’s a dildo, and oh—here’s a cock ring.”

“A cock ring?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re gonna wear a cock ring?”

Taehyung looked down at the object before seeming to contemplate it in his mind. “Well, these are more for educational purposes—to show you what’s out there rather than for personal use.” He quickly placed it back down.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I already know what’s out there, Tae. I don’t live under a rock.”

“Yeah, well toys are important during sex, so we’re discussing them,” he sighed with a plop on the bed. “Now this is an ovipositor. It deposits little alien eggs–”

“Wait, a what?” You leaned away, staring at the phallic-shaped tube incredulously.

“An ovipositor, pay attention.” He rolled his eyes with a huff. “It deposits these little gelatin eggs inside of you, and it’s meant to replicate the feeling of being impregnated by an alien!”

You stared back at him, shocked into silence, mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. “Tae, what the fuck are you into?!”

“I found it on this forum,” he quickly waved off your question before reaching over to his nightstand. “Here, this is one of the gelatin eggs–”

As soon as he dropped the slick, goopy, yellow ball resembling the shape of an egg in your hand, you immediately screamed and let it fall to the floor.

“Y/N! You’re supposed to keep those clean!”

“What the fuck Tae!” You yelled, wide eyes looking from the alien sex toy to your best friend and then back again. “How does that thing even work?!”

“There’s a hole at both ends,” Taehyung explained as calmly as one would discuss the weather, leaning in so he could show you the blue phallic tube. “See, this is where you insert the eggs one by one, and then that forces them up and out the top!”

You continued staring with a look of disgust on your face. “You’re really sick, you know that?”

“I thought you said you already knew what’s out there!” Tae countered defensively as you got up.

“Not being impregnated by an alien!” You whipped around to look at him again. “Who the fuck has heard of that?!”

He simply shrugged. “Guess you’re not as kinky as you thought.”

You shook your head as you looked down at the forgotten egg on the floor, debating on leaving if your problem was just going to be made fun of like this. “You know, Tae, this isn’t a joke to me. I put myself out there and came to you because I seriously–”

“Oh my god, we’re not using them!” He groaned with a roll of his eyes. “I just got it because I thought it’d be funny to show you! There’s an actual reason for all of this; here, come sit down.”

He was patting the spot next to him that you’d just gotten up from, blinking his eyes innocently and smiling one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen—one he always used to get what he wanted.

You crossed your arms and shook your head, this time in disbelief that you were actually entertaining one of his antics as you took your spot back on the bed, careful to avoid the alien dick as you did.

“Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted,” Taehyung glared at you, “sex toys are what makes a relationship fun and exciting, and can set apart the wild in bed from the snoozers. The kinkier, the better.” He held up the ovipositor with a wriggle of his brows.

You pressed your palm to your face, silently asking yourself why he was the one out of all your friends who you chose for these lessons.

“These are anal beads.” He held up the long string of black balls on his finger. “They can be used to–”

“No way, nuh uh,” you waved both hands at him, quickly shaking your head. “We’re not doing any butt stuff.”

He seemed surprisingly caught off guard by this. “Are you sure? Anal is a given way to make any sex life better.”

“Yes, Tae, I’m sure. No anal.”

The boy just shrugged before putting them down, this time picking up a small, thin, metallic looking object. “Now this is a Prince’s Wand, and it gets inserted into the male's–”

“Okay, you know what? I think I’m good on sex toys,” you immediately jumped up, lifting the objects in your arms and shoving them back into the drawer of his nightstand. “Why don’t we move onto the next part of the lesson?”

Taehyung looked offended at first before his eyes lit up. “Ooh, okay! The next part is sex positions.”

You nearly resisted the urge to smack yourself on the forehead.


45 minutes and 22 positions later, you were currently laying on the bed, your head and shoulders flat against the mattress while the rest of your body was up in the air, your legs bent so far back that they were touching the pillow behind you.

“I don’t really see how I’m supposed to… move in this position,” you called to Tae who was kneeling in front of you, attempting to move your hips which just made your body rock back and forth like the ball that it was shaped into.

“No, that’s my job,” your friend informed you, grabbing onto the back of your thighs which were pointed right at his face. “I move you up and down with the pace of my thrusts; see, you just roll a little! That’s why it’s called the butter churner.”

You glared up at him as he mimicked the movements. “I don’t see how this could at all be sexually pleasing,” you frowned as you put your legs back down and emerged from your ball. “It just seems like it would hurt my neck.”

“Well maybe, but what’s life without living on the edge a little?” He smirked before nudging you playfully.

You didn’t nudge back. “Do people actually do these sex positions?” You rested your elbow on your knee with a sigh. “The only ones I know of are missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl… all these others seem like ones that old people would use if they were scrambling to keep their marriage alive.”

He barked out a laugh before answering your question. “Not really, no. Not unless the sex is so bad that you need to start looking up new positions.”

You chuckled before growing silent. “Sex with me isn’t that bad… right?” You bit your lip and looked up at him with worried eyes.

“No!” Taehyung’s booming laughter filled the room as he hit your arm for good measure. “I’m talking about people who don’t move and basically act like they’re dead. No one wants that… unless necrophilia is your thing.”

“Gross!” You hit his arm back with a laugh, the sounds of amusement fading naturally into silence.

Tae looked at you before holding out his hand. “Come on, enough fooling around. Let’s get to the action, shall we?”

You felt your stomach roll as you took his outstretched hand, not sure of where he was going with this until he suddenly sat up against the bed frame and pulled you on top of him.

“O–oh.” Your eyes went wide at the abrupt action before grabbing onto his shoulders and adjusting your position on his lap, your knees bent on either side of his waist and your back straight so that you were straddling him.

Taehyung didn’t notice your awkward movements, or if he did, he didn’t say anything, because soon his lips were on yours and he was kissing you in a way that had all of the air whooshing from your lungs.

You nearly resisted the urge to push him away—you hadn’t been expecting that, the action still so foreign and unfamiliar to you with your best friend—but it didn’t take long for him to refresh your memory on why you went as far as you did with him last week.

Kissing Tae wasn’t the worst experience, you could say.

You were quick to recover from your initial surprise and started moving your lips back against his, his touch and taste slowly coming back to memory after you’d all but shoved the thoughts from your mind in an effort to suppress them. Though at the moment, you couldn’t begin to remember why—not when he already had your lungs gasping for breath and his hands climbing beneath your shirt.

His fervor was just another thing that came as a surprise to you compared to his timid attitude at the beginning of your last session, though you knew it really shouldn’t have; this was Taehyung you were talking about. He could befriend a total stranger in .25 seconds, much less work up the courage to seduce his best friend.

His enthusiasm did wonders to encourage you, though. Already you could feel your hesitation waning and your hunger growing as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to tangle in the soft locks of his matted hair, already tousled on his head from the extensive workout of sex positions (aka trying to figure out which limb went where) that he just put you through.

A few wandering hands, battling tongues and heavy breaths later, it wasn’t long until you felt them: his bucking hips, which contained the one thing that played an essential role in this arrangement in the first place, and it was pressing between your legs with each motion until you suddenly couldn’t take it any longer.

“If I wanted a lesson on making out, I would’ve just asked Jimin,” you abruptly pulled away to bark in an impatient tone; this was your unconventional way of telling him to hurry up, apparently.

Taehyung’s chest was rising and falling with his heavy breaths, his lips were red from the pressure that he used to kiss you, and his eyebrows were knitting together in confusion at your departure before he was suddenly rolling his eyes.

“God, you sure know how to ruin the mood.”

His words came out as a grumble though you could sense there was no true malice or hard feelings behind them. He quickly tore your shirt over your head which was then accompanied by your bra, and you almost made a remark about the speed at which he was moving but you bit your tongue. You had asked for this, after all.

“Get on your back.” His voice was firm now, more of an order than the playful whine that he would usually speak with, and so you had no other choice but to gulp down your protests and do as he said.

As soon as you were against the mattress and left exposed from the waist up with nothing but your nerves driving you forward, Tae’s fingers were on your zipper. “Do you mind if I take these off?” He grinned, a glint of mischief in his expression as he started undoing the button of your pants without waiting for an answer.

Your breath stayed lodged in your throat as you watched him, unable to make any movement from your spot against the mattress as he eased your legs out of their confinement. It was only with the realization that you had forgotten which pair of underwear you put on today that you lifted your head to look down out of curiosity.

“Oh my god,” you groaned out loud when you saw them, completely mortified as you squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed your head back against the pillow with a sigh of defeat.

“Frozen?” Taehyung stated in disbelief, staring down at your panties before looking up at you with wide eyes. “You have Frozen underwear?”

“I bought them when I was a little kid!” You groaned again, covering up your face with your hands and silently reprimanding yourself. You couldn’t believe today was the day you chose to wear these.

“Um, Frozen didn’t come out that long ago…”

“Shut up!” You shouted in exasperation before sitting up. “You’re ruining the mood!”

Me? You’re the one wearing Frozen underwear!” He shot back while trying to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips.

“Whatever,” you scoffed, ignoring the embarrassment that inflamed your face as you fell back against the bed.

“Jeez, Y/N. Why can’t you just let it go,” Taehyung said, and this time he was unable to hold back as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

You groaned louder to drown him out. “I hate you,” you grumbled, fighting the smile tugging at your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared off into the distance.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at you cockily.

Oh no. You knew that look.

You quickly sat up and opened your mouth to protest when you suddenly felt a long, slender finger being pressed against the center of your clothed slit.

You instantly fell back against the mattress as a shudder ran straight through you. “Tae!” You scolded, gritting your teeth at him. The little shit.

“What is it, Y/N?” He asked innocently, peering down at you with an unsuspecting smile as he pressed his finger against you harder. “You were saying something?”

“I–” You fought to get your words out, but you couldn’t speak between the heavy breaths of air that escaped you as you felt him start to massage small, tight circles around your clit. “I–”

“You—you what?” He teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched your writhing frame. “You hate me?” In one swift motion he pushed your panties to the side and swiped his cool finger against your now dripping wet core.

“Ah!” You moaned out, throwing your head back and arching your back as he found direct contact with your exposed clit.

“It sure doesn’t sound like you hate me,” he said, tauntingly swirling within your wetness and dragging mewls of desire from your throat. “It sounds like you like what I’m doing to you. Is that right?”

He kept dancing around your entrance, teasingly starting to dip his finger inside only to quickly pull it away again. You started to shake your head no, if only to withhold the satisfaction from him, but at this point your lust outweighed your pride.

“Please,” you whimpered.

His eyes sparkled even brighter at your plea, instantly shooting forward to hover over your body as his fingers lingered over where you wanted him the most, his face now inches from yours and studying your expressions closely.

“You have to say…” He paused, sticking out his bottom lip and looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything.”

“What?” You cried out before harshly jerking away from him. “No!”

“Oh? Is that so?” He raised both his eyebrows, peering down at you innocently as his fingers suddenly tore through your walls and entered inside of you.

Your mouth fell open into a frozen gasp, rendered completely speechless as he hooked his index finger before dragging it back out. A deep shudder ran through you as you watched him bring the finger up to his mouth before sucking it clean of your juices.

“You taste so good,” he marveled, eyeing you under heavy lids as he licked a stripe up his finger one more time with his enticingly pink tongue. “It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”

You were panting heavily now, but this time it was solely from the intoxicatingly lustful gaze he was giving you. “Tae, pl–”

“Ah ah,” he interrupted, shaking his head at you with a grin. “You know the magic words.”

You swear to god when this is over, you’re going to kill him.

“Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything!” You cried out desperately, and then the air was whooshing from your lungs as you felt his finger finally enter you again. “Oh my god,” you moaned in pleasure, gaping at the pure ecstasy that took over your body.

Taehyung watched you closely, his mouth in an open-smile and his eyes drinking up every single one of your reactions. It was only when you felt him pull away did you open your mouth to bark out a protest, but to your delight, you realized that he was just properly removing your Frozen underwear (which thankfully was not brought up to ruin the mood again) before returning to pleasuring you.

“More Tae,” you whimpered, completely tossing your pride aside as you all but begged for him. He was definitely going to give you shit for this later. “I need more.”

“Oh?” Taehyung simply cocked his head before obeying your words and inserting a second finger through your walls. “Already ready to be stretched out for my huge cock, huh?”

“God, would it kill you to not be a cocky prick for two seconds?” You couldn’t help but snap.

“With the way you’re moaning my name like that, yes, it really would.” There was a dark chuckle that escaped his lips as he said this, and it took everything in you not to rip his fingers out of you and shove them up his own ass. You might’ve, too, if it hadn’t been for the immense pleasure that was coursing through your veins and clouding your senses right now.

“I–I don’t s–see what your fucking problem i–is,” you barely managed to get out through the constant pumping of his digits.

“Why can’t you just stop being mean to me and enjoy the pleasure?” He groaned out. “God, it’s almost like you don’t want to feel good.”

You scoffed and opened your mouth to berate him some more, but suddenly he was inserting a third finger through your walls and all logical thought was instantaneously wiped from your mind.

“Oh fuck Tae!” You cried out, head thrown back and back arched as you basked in the onslaught of the sudden overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting on you. “Fuck, too much, too much!”

“Too much?” He repeated in confusion before pulling his fingers out and staring at the width of the three of them put together. “But my dick is way bigger than this!”

And?” You screeched. “We had sex one time, it’s not like my vagina is going to magically morph to your size!”

“The vagina is a muscle that contracts and forms around what’s inserted inside of it!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Where’s that damn cock ring?!

“Okay, okay, no need to be rash,” Taehyung was quick to calm you down, the fear evident in his eyes as he raised his hands in a settling manner. “Just… come here. Are you ready to fuck? We can fuck now. You can be on top if you want since I was last time.”

Your friend’s sudden cooperative attitude had your nerves calming a bit. There was even a hint of a smile on your face as you raised to your knees, able to feel the wetness sliding between your slick folds as you waited for Taehyung to take your spot on the bed so that you could climb on top.

“This is good variety,” he commented idly while you were busy straddling him. “Should we try one of the positions we tested earlier?”

The frightening memories of sex positions ranging anywhere from “downward dog” to “king cobra” flashed through your mind—images that you were sure were going to haunt your dreams for weeks. “No, that’s okay,” you quickly reassured him. “Let’s just stick to conventional methods for now since they’re the most common ones that I’ll most likely be doing with other guys.”

Taehyung stalled at your words for a moment before seeming to snap back into it and steadying your hips with his hands. “Do you got it?” He asked as you fiddled with his member outside your entrance. “Fuck I’m so hard right now… I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You suppressed the shiver that ran down your spine at his words and forced yourself from not jumping him right then and there. “Wait! Did you get condoms this time while you were out purchasing your weird sex toys?”

Taehyung’s lips formed into a small ‘o’ before he was sitting up and leaning over to the top drawer of his nightstand.

You shuttered when you caught a glimpse of the ominous ovipositor peeking out at you. “Seriously, how much did you even pay for that thing?” You were scoffing before you could keep your mouth shut. “Did you really get it just to show to me, or do you have plans of actually using it one day?”

Your friend only glanced back at you with a wriggle of his eyebrows and a creepy smirk on his lips. “Why, do you want to try it out?”

“No!” You nearly screeched.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he put his hands up in mock defense and shrugged. “You know, you’re coming off as a real kink shamer right now, Y/N.”

“Because I don’t want to have alien eggs deposited into my vagina?!”

Tae simply shrugged again before shutting the drawer—thankfully without the ovipositor—and ripping open the small condom packet. “Here, put it on for me would ya?”

You were too impatient to argue as you quickly snatched the rubber from his hands, not wasting any time in coaxing it on with your fingers before proceeding to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, knowing that the foreplay already left you with more than enough wetness to take him with ease.

“Fuck,” you cried out in a long, drawn out voice as a spike of pain shot throughout your lower region. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”

“Are you okay?” You heard Taehyung ask, and if it wasn’t for the surprise that filled you when something cocky wasn’t the first thing that flew from his lips after your reaction, then you wouldn’t have opened your eyes to see him staring up at you in concern, almost all traces of pleasure erased from his features as he put your wellbeing first.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you inhaled sharply through your nose before exhaling a deep breath. “It just… took me by surprise is all.”

“Sorry–”

Caring and apologetic? Who was this new Taehyung?

“–I can’t help that my dick is so huge.”

And there he was.

You chose to ignore his arrogance by shooting him a glare before going back to closing your eyes, your head tilted back and bottom lip caught between your teeth as you slowly started to sink lower on his length. The effects were almost immediate; once you sat down on his hips with him buried to the hilt, both of you let out a simultaneous groan.

“God you feel so good,” Tae moaned, unable to stop himself from giving a small buck of his hips up into your heat. “How is it that neither guy liked having sex with you before?”

“I didn’t say they didn’t like having sex with me!” You scoffed in disbelief while experimentally swiveling your hips, suddenly fearful that he misinterpreted your whole purpose for asking this arrangement of him in the first place. “I said the sex wasn’t good for me! I just wanted to make sure I’m not the problem!”

“I can tell you right now, you’re fucking not the problem,” Taehyung let out a small, dark chuckle of disbelief as he tightened his grip and rutted his hips up a bit harder into yours, the action causing you to gain extra height as you bounced on his dick.

“Shit, Tae,” you didn’t even have time to question his words as you were suddenly doubling over in pleasure, the upper half of your body bending at the waist and collapsing onto his chest as you let his thrusting hips take over and send your body to the seventh heaven; if you weren’t religious before, you definitely were now. “Shit, right there, don’t stop!”

Taehyung grunted as he followed your commands, each snap of his hips causing his dick to hit a spot deep inside of you that felt so glorious, so deliciously sweet, that you found yourself screaming out his name like a mantra on repeat. You were enjoying sex more than you ever had in your entire life—which albeit wasn’t saying much, but hell, it was still something.

“I love hearing you,” he groaned with a devilish grin at the sheer audacity of the pleasure that was overpowering him. “Do you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy? Answer me, Y/N.”

Yes, yes I fucking love it,” you cried back as you clung to his chest for dear life, scratches and bite marks sure to be left on his skin from where you tried to hold yourself together, if only for your sheer sanity. “God Tae, don’t stop, it feels so fucking good!”

“Good–ah!–good girl.” His praise was interrupted by an involuntary clench of your walls, one that usually happened when you were either close to cumming or trying to coax them to their climax so it could be over with as soon as possible; this time, it just so happened to be the former.

“Taehyung… I’m…” you were barely able to get the words out between the heavy breaths that labored your chest and moans that spilled from your lips.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” His tone was rhetorical, almost patronizing, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a damn, what with the way the sweat was plastered to your forehead and your knees shook every time you tried to lift your hips up and bounce on his cock.

So all you could do was meekly nod, your face buried in his neck and your fingernails digging into his caramel skin while your best friend completely obliterated what was left of your sanity and your pussy.

“Oh my god, Taehyung–!” There was a flash of electrifying white light until there was suddenly nothing at all, your vision going momentarily blind as your earth shattering orgasm took over your body and sky rocketed your soul into a different dimension that not even you could comprehend. It took a few moments to realize that his thumb was on your clit, still vibrating away while you rode out the aftereffects of your euphoric high.

“Holy shit you’re tightening around me so fucking much.” Taehyung was a mess of mewls and moans that finally registered through your ears when you came back to reality. “I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”

“Then let go.” You were panting, almost exhausted at this point from the whirlwind of bliss that your body just put you through, though that didn’t stop you from gritting your teeth and pressing your hands against his chest while you bounced your hips up and down on his length, each slap of your ass against his skin filling the room with lewd noises that you’re sure it never expected to hear coming from the two best friends that had spent years upon years of their childhood playing within its walls.

“Cum for me, Tae.”

That was all it took; one breathy command of your voice, and he was instantly melting like putty beneath your body.

Gasps of ah! and Y/N! tumbled from his lips like a never ending waterfall of ecstasy, each one shooting straight into your core as you felt his dick pulsate within you. There were sudden pauses from hot cum spilling into the covering of the condom that caused his hips to stutter, movement ceasing from every bone in his body before he was suddenly coming back to reality and gently pulling out of you.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Taehyung was rolling onto his back with a laugh and tugging the rubber off. “Next time I wanna try out the vibrator I bought. Oh, and one of the sex positions!”

You were gaping like a fish out of water as you scrambled to keep up with his words, not even having a second to process things before he was already talking about your next session. “O–oh, okay.” You were nodding your head and sitting up as well to grab your clothes. “So was I good, then? Any pointers?”

“You were fucking amaz–” Taehyung cut himself off as he realized what he was saying before his entire demeanor changed, a scoff that was obviously a facade falling from his lips as he nonchalantly shrugged. “I mean, you were alright, I guess. We’re definitely gonna have to practice again though to fix some more things.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you playfully swatted him before pulling on your underwear and bra. “Where’s my shorts?” You blurted out in amusement once you realized that he must’ve chucked them somewhere in the midst of your heated exchange.

After a few minutes of both of you searching the bedroom high and low, Tae finally found them abandoned beneath the skirt of the bed. “Sorry,” he chuckled as he held his own tshirt in his hands. “I’ll try to remember to throw it somewhere easily accessible next time.”

The sound of his laughter was bright and jubilant as the warm glow of the sunlight that was streaming in from the window behind him illuminated his skin, framing the outline of his body like a halo and shadowing the facial structure of his handsome–

Whoa. Handsome?

You had never called Taehyung handsome before. You always knew that he was, in an objective sort of way—but you had never viewed him like that personally.

And you still didn’t.

You quickly shook away your thoughts before refocusing back on your best friend. “Thank you. I don’t want to have to end up leaving here wearing your clothes. Nothing screams I just had sex more than that.”

“What, are you embarrassed of me?” He raised his eyebrow accusingly as if daring you to say yes, and though his actions were light and playful, you still couldn’t help but frown at this.

“Wait… you aren’t telling people about our arrangement, are you?”

“Not yet,” Taehyung answered. “I was gonna tell some of the guys but–”

“Please don’t.” You were blurting out before you could stop yourself. “The last thing I want is for people to find out I had to come to my best friend for sex advice. Especially Jimin. Can we just… keep this to ourselves?”

There was a slight pause while he frowned. “Why Jimin?” He asked with a tilt of his head in confusion.

You almost tutted in disbelief. “Tae, you know that I like Jimin. Why are you acting like this is new news?”

You friend blinked at you as he processed this information. “Why didn’t you just go to him for sex advice, then?”

“And have him never speak to me again because I’m terrible in bed and ruined our friendship? No thanks!”

“Oh, so you were okay with potentially ruining ours, then.” His words were more of a statement than a question as he crossed his arms and glared at you.

“What? No, I knew something like this wouldn’t ruin ours because you’re my best fucking friend, Tae.” Your expression softened as you took a step closer to him and held out your pinky finger. “Since we were five years old for life.”

The was a moment of silence as tension hung in the room while you waited for him to accept your gesture of friendship, though it wasn’t long before a tut fell from his lips and rang through the air. “Five years old for life,” he repeated, and then he was hooking his finger around yours and interlocking your pinkys, savoring this moment between you that embodied nothing but the strength of your bond and purity of your friendship.

“That has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever said after sex,” he commented idly while the two of you continued getting dressed, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Maybe your deal with Taehyung wasn’t going to turn out to be such a mistake after all.

A Quiet Refrain

It starts with some of the most mediocre eggs Taako’s ever clapped eyes on. Seven out of ten for taste. Zero out of ten for plating. Somehow, they’re still the best damn eggs he’s ever eaten.

(Or: Taako realizes he loves Kravitz back.)


Taako wakes to a smooth, rich baritone wafting down the halls of his home.

He growls at the sunlight streaming through his windows as he rolls out of bed. In a quick flick of his wrist he changes out of his sleep shorts and into a flowing nightgown. Sure, Kravitz saw him fall asleep in his shorts, but this nightgown is an aesthetic he’s hella proud of - there are sequins pressed in layers down the back of the gown, right over his shoulderblades, reading out the double-Ts that are part of the Taako brand, baby. Rhinestones glitter down his arms, from shoulder to a fabric hook over his middle finger, so if he needs to flip someone off, he can do so with extra pizzazz.

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Jealous - Peter Parker x Jealous!Stark!Reader

After days of procrastination, I bring you yet another overly detailed and shitty fic. I really hope you guys enjoy. This probs the longest one of written. Imma try to get a few more chapters of stuff done the rest of the summer. I can’t write as often like two weeks from now because of school and stuff, which sucks, but whatcha gonna do. On to the fic! 

tags : @running-outta-time

words : 3431

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Originally posted by waywarddaughter


You’re whole life, it’d always been you and your mom against the world. She raised you all on her own, young and working multiple jobs to get by and support the both of you. That aside, she’d always been there. The best mom ever. From school talent shows to the science fair to everything; your mom always has your back. She was all you really knew, as it was hard to make friends. Most kids found you odd for being the smartest in the class, which resulted in a lack of friends as no one ever wanted to hang out with the weird girl.

You didn’t mind though because you always had your best friend, your mom; until you didn’t.

You always thought she’d live a longer life than five more years after being diagnosed with cancer.

You were five when you mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Despite the pain she’d felt as the days went on, as much as she didn’t want you to ever see her the way she was after months would go by, she was always there for you.

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bae jinyoung|enemies to lovers

Originally posted by deer-jinyoung

member: bae jinyoung
genre: angsty/fluffy
summary: school au! enemies to lovers au! you and jinyoung constantly tease each other, when a series of events makes jinyoung suddenly nicer to you, will you fall for him?
requested: yes
enemies to lovers series: bae jinyoung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon | kim jaehwan


  • you’ve been in elementary school all the way to high school with bae jinyoung
  • even talking about him makes you want to puke
  • the thing is EVERYONE loved jinyoung
  • apparently he was such a nice and sweet guy
  • but to you he was an absolute prick all he ever did was tease you, fight with you and just generally made your life a living hell
  • it all started in high school
  • you both used to be just classmates to each other not really caring about each other’s existence
  • but suddenly high school came along and BAM!
  • he teased you as much as possible
  • like it wasn’t super bad or anything he was just the only person who could rile you up that badly
  • you were both known to be super sweet and kind
  • but you turned into basically demons when you were around each other
  • and the thing is you ALWAYS had to hear about him which made everything so much worse
  • “oh did you hear that jinyoung is going out with this model?”
  • “didn’t jinyoung win an award for being the nicest guy in the grade?”
  • “the goal jinyoung made in the basketball game was legendary”
  • “gosh jinyoung is so handsome if i could only get one date with him”
  • YOU JUST DIDN’T GET WHY EVERYONE LOVED HIM
  • well you kinda did but you’d never admit that not over your dead body
  • anyways the teasing was constant
  • “y/n haven’t you put in any effort into dressing yourself, you literally look like you’ve died and came back to life?” he’d say as you pass his desk
  • you’d just tell him to fuck off
  • whenever he did better in a test than you
  • “wow aren’t you an idiot, really 75/100? i got 92/100” he’d say while shoving the test paper in front of you
  • “mhmm and aren’t you the one who got a C in your history essay? and i’m the one who an A+” you’d say smugly while raising an eyebrow enjoying his slight blush and a quiet groan sitting back into his seat
  • you heard him mutter “it was one bloody time”
  • you’d giggle under your breath
  • and when he heard it he’d smile slightly hoping no one noticed he smiled
  • he’s such a cute innocent baby i cannot
  • you fell once in the corridor luckily no one saw but of course jinyoung did (cause he was staring at you)
  • “you’re so clumsy, you trip over your own feet”
  • he’d say smirking while walking off with his hands in his pockets
  • leaving you with your books and pens everywhere
  • you glared daggers at him as he walked off but a bit of you was hurting you thought he might at least help you up
  • you didn’t know why you were upset tho
  • you got over it quickly, you always did
  • but the one incident that made the harmless teasing into just plain hatred for him was when his fan club went after you
  • you were bad mouthing jinyoung because he kept on teasing you about you getting your period in class and you leaking everywhere
  • you really didn’t want to think about it, it was super embarrassing
  • but basically his fan club was a few girls who were completely obsessed with him
  • you always got a little bit bullied by them writing things on your locker, books going missing not huge stuff
  • because of how much attention jinyoung gave you even though it was only teasing
  • it wasn’t a big deal to you but none of your friends knew about it
  • they went up to you as you were getting stuff out of your locker and the main girl basically said to you
  • “don’t talk to jinyoung ever again, don’t talk shit about him, if he teases you stay silent, if you don’t follow our instructions we will make sure your life is a living hell” she threatens while sneering down on you
  • “what the fuck? he’s the one that always teases me, he hates me and if he teases me i will retaliate because i don’t wan to take his bullshit” you say disgusted at the words coming out of her mouth
  • “stop getting ahead of yourself, you attention seeking whore, don’t talk to him ever, got that?”
  • one of the other girls say super harshly
  • they kept on threatening you and during the middle of it you saw a figure near the group and your breath hitched and your heart stopped
  • it was jinyoung
  • your heart hardened he was there the whole time and he didn’t stop it
  • he really hated you
  • and for some weird reason your heart felt like it completely broke as the realisation set in that he really did hate you
  • the girls didn’t realise he was there and they kept threatening you and you just got to the point where
  • you didn’t care anymore about their bullshit so you just nodded and agreed
  • “okay good don’t fucking test us” the main girl says
  • then two of the other girls wrote in red marker right in front of your face onto the locker
  • whore bitch slut in super big letters
  • they all glared or smirked at you and left 
  • you noticed jinyoung was still there, still watching you get bullied because of him
  • and all you wanted to do was breakdown and cry
  • you wanted him to come over and ask if you were okay but he didn’t he just stood there emotionless
  • or that was what you thought
  • you couldn’t see his facial expression
  • you couldn’t see how shocked, how hurt, and how guilty and bad he felt
  • how much he wanted to go over there wrap his arms around you and apologise for every single thing he said to you
  • how much he wanted to hurt the girls who could say that to you
  • but he didn’t because he couldn’t look at you in the eye and see the hatred in them
  • the girl he’s liked for years to look at him in disgust
  • and before he knew it he turned away from you and as he walked away
  • both of your hearts shattered into a million pieces
  • you shut your locker quickly not bothered to clean it up and went straight home
  • you watched the titanic and ate ben and jerry’s to cheer yourself up
  • you cried yourself to sleep and the most surprising thing to you was it wasn’t because the girls bullied you but because jinyoung didn’t do anything and you absolutely hated yourself for being so affected by him
  • jinyoung on the other hand had to go to the game congratulatory dinner
  • (if you’ve read guanlin’s: he’s both my bestfriend and my boyfriend, it’s during that period of time, it’s the same dinner and universe)
  • there he saw your best friend (since they were on the same team, aka you in guanlin scenario) and he felt so guilty all over again
  • daehwi noticed how upset he looked and asked him 
  • “jinyoung-ah are you okay you look terrible” daehwi asked concerned
  • “i’m fine don’t worry about me” jinyoung said giving daehwi a weak smile
  • daehwi still worried about him talked to a few of the members
  • “jihoon-ah, woojin-ah, jinyoung looks so down do you know why?”
  • “no he never said anything to me” woojin said shaking his head
  • “hmmm, it might be because y/n?” jihoon suggested
  • “why her?” daniel said puzzled butting into the conversation
  • “cause he likes her you dumbass what else do you think?” seongwoo said rolling his eyes
  • “HEY! i’m not a dumbass, nobody ever told me!” daniel protested
  • “wait, so jinyoung likes y/n but he always teases her?” guanlin interrupted
  • “what type of logic is that?” daniel said perplexed
  • “the one where he doesn’t know how to express his feelings” woojin said trying to reason jinyoung’s actions
  • “that’s what you would do too woojin, or you’d just run away from her every time you see her” seongwoo said with a teasing smile
  • “HYUNG! i’m not that bad” woojin protested
  • “you really are” everyone chorused
  • woojin just groaned it’s okay we all still love you and would probs chase you if you ran away from us lmao (but not in a creepy way of course)
  • “but guys just don’t give jinyoung a hard time okay? he looks so upset, ah guanlin-ah! if it’s about y/n that means ask her best friend if she can talk to him and help him if it’s about y/n” daehwi said 
  • (to everyone who didn’t read my other guanlin fic, guanlin and your best friend are best friends who end up dating)
  • “yeah sure, i’ll talk to her right now” guanlin said with a reassuring smile
  • basically guanlin told your best friend everything and she was always suspicious about you liking jinyoung and today you left without saying anything to her so she agreed into talking to jinyoung
  • she basically went over and like nicely threatened him to tell him if anything happened between you two
  • he spilled everything about what happened 
  • your best friend wanted to strangle him first for not doing anything, then wanted to strangle you for not telling her about the bullying and then couldn’t be mad at either of you
  • because jinyoung looked like he was going to cry and you knew you were probably crying yourself to sleep
  • your best friend with the help of daehwi made a plan for him to be nice to you and apologise CONSTANTLY like 24/7 and make sure his fan club never goes after you
  • the most important thing was he would have to win you over
  • she told him to act how he actually wants to be around you
  • if he couldn’t do that, your best friend harshly said to give up now because you weren’t a person who would forgive someone without the other person giving in effort
  • he agreed wholeheartedly, super happy at the fact that there is a possibility you liked him
  • but also super guilty and upset about what happened and how much pain he caused you 
  • anyways the dinner ended and he was already planning what he would do the next day
  • it was the day after the dinner
  • everyone was still talking about the game
  • luckily it was mostly people talking about your best friend scoring the winning goal
  • you’d gush over her constantly being soooo proud of her
  • but people were also talking about jinyoung and how great he was in defence
  • you’d just not say anything and be super still
  • as you were talking about the game with your classmates
  • you entered the classroom
  • and on your desk there was a cup of your favourite coffee and a note
  • “be happy and sweet like you always are!”
  • you smiled, at the cup of coffee, heart slightly fluttering at the thought of a secret admirer
  • then jinyoung entered the classroom with his fan club tailing him
  • your heart sank when you saw him but then he was coming towards you with his fan club and you didn’t know what to expect
  • to your biggest shock the girls who bullied you yesterday chorused
  • “we’re sorry about yesterday, we promise not to ever bother you again, i hope you forgive us”
  • you look at jinyoung incredulously knowing he’s the reason why they’re apologising
  • he looks at you with a sheepish smile
  • and your heart as much as you didn’t want it to fluttered just a tiny bit
  • but you sent him a cold glare because he still didn’t do anything yesterday and was a complete asshole the past few years
  • you look at the girls and scoff “fine whatever just don’t bother me again”
  • and they quickly leave
  • you see jinyoung opening his mouth and before you know it the anger you have bursts and you lash out 
  • “don’t you dare talk to me after yesterday, i don’t care what you did to make these girls apologise, you’re still a heartless asshole in my eyes” you say your voice dangerously low and filled with the hurt 
  • he looks down extremely upset and walks to his desk without another word
  • you let out a sigh and a bit of you is screaming why were you so mean
  • but you ignored that bit of you trying to convince yourself all he’s doing is being selfish and trying to make himself better by apologising
  • after class you heard people saying that jinyoung was cleaning one of the lockers in the morning 
  • and instantly you knew it was yours, your heart warmed but only slightly 
  • the whole day both of you looked so upset and both of you wouldn’t tell anyone why
  • the next few days jinyoung always was nice to you
  • giving you encouragements, saying nice things, constantly saying sorry
  • “i’m sorry y/n, i really am” he’d say as he’d pass you in the corridor
  • and when you saw his gorgeous brown warm eyes you know he was saying the truth
  • “you’re gonna do really well on the test don’t worry!” he’d say sweetly to you before a maths test
    “you look pretty today y/n! not that you don’t always look pretty but-you get what i mean” he’d say flustered when he stopped at your desk in the morning before he’d rush to go to his being super embarrassed
  • and you couldn’t help yourself but you warmed up to him
  • the first days you gave him the silent treatment
  • but the silent treatment became small smiles
  • and small smiles became “thank you, jinyoung”
  • the first time you said thank you his face lit up with happiness 
  • and you could’t help but giggle softly to yourself 
  • and his expression of happiness became pure adoration as he heard your cute giggle
  • then thank you’s became conversations
  • and you guys ended up being friends to the surprise of yourself 
  • when you finally had a proper conversation 
  • jinyoung was soooo happy
  • sorry this bit was so rushed forgive me
  • all the wanna one members teased him for looking so love struck but he didn’t care and he always blushed or smiled when your name came into the conversation
  • anyways
  • there was always a cup of your favourite coffee on your table with a cute little note
  • after a week of the coffees saying nice things it became a compliment + a small confession
  • “i like you”, “i wish i could confess”, “one day i hope you’ll like me too”
  • everyone thought the coffees were super cute
  • but the thing is you were torn 
  • the guy with the coffees seems super sweet and always made you blush
  • but you couldn’t help your heart beating super fast when jinyoung ever smiled at you or talked to you
  • you didn’t believe that you were falling for jinyoung but you couldn’t help yourself 
  • he really became a different person in the past two weeks
  • he always made you feel all warm and fuzzy
  • making silly faces in class making you giggle
  • to complimenting you
  • and with light teasing banter in the morning
  • and you could even say now that you were friends with him
  • you loved being around with him he made you feel special
  • to finally get rid of your indecisiveness 
  • you ended up going to school earlier than usual to see who your secret admirer
  • as you walk into the corridor you see a guy entering your classroom with a cup of coffee
  • but he had his back to you on so you couldn’t see his face
  • your heart sped up so much you thought you were going to have a heart attack
  • you entered the classroom
  • and you saw him
  • and your heart completely stopped
  • with his perfect uniform, blazer and tie, with his eyes that could melt you into a puddle of goo, his slightly messed up hair and his pink lips
  • he was standing right in front of you with an expression of shock
  • Bae Jinyoung
  • “uuhhhh-y/n-n what are you doing here so early?” he said nervously rubbing the back of his neck
  • you didn’t answer the question and shyly asked
  • “you’re the one who’s been giving me coffees aren’t you?”
  • he looked down not meeting your eyes and said in a hesitant tone but super sweetly
  • “yes, i like you y/n, i’ve liked you since the start of high school, i’m so sorry for teasing you that was the only way i could think of getting you attention and when those girls bullied you. I didn’t know what to do but i felt so guilty which is why i did everything possible for you to forgive me and thankfully you did. i completely understand if you don’t return my feelings especially after everything i did to you but i promise to wait for you” 
  • your heart melted as he confessed and before you knew it
  • you ran into his arms and hugged him tight instantly he hugged you back
  • and you felt everything you were supposed to 
  • safe, loved and cared for
  • “i like you too, jinyoung, how could i not and i forgive you for everything that happened before. But also you chose a really shitty way to get my attention.” you chuckled softly still wrapped in his arms
  • “i know i did” he replied with a light laugh
  • you broke apart as the bell rang
  • you ended up sitting next to each other whispering jokes and laughing softly as the teacher droned on
  • jinyoung insisted into taking you to every class and carrying your bag
  • you protested but you only ended up with him walking to you to every class but you got to wear your bag
  • he always had his arm around you or held your hand
  • and you felt so loved and happy when he did and he’d always smile at you 
  • lunch came
  • and you entered the cafeteria and literally 10 seconds after you did
  • seongwoo literally got up on the table where the members and your best friend was sitting on and screamed to the whole entire cafeteria
  • “OUR BABY JINYOUNG FINALLY CONFESSED TO Y/N, THEY’RE GONNA BE THE CUTEST, MOST AWKWARD AND EASIEST TO TEASE COUPLE EVER!!!” 
  • jinyoung groaned embarrassed and you were murderous screaming to seongwoo who was like a big brother to you
  • “YAH! ONG SEONGWOO I’M GOING TO KILL YOU” 
  • “ONLY IF YOU CATCH ME” he said and had a nerve to even wink at you
  • you chased him around the cafeteria and ended up tackling him to the ground to everyones amusement and you ended up sitting on him until he apologised which he did
  • you were satisfied and headed towards the table 
  • you didn’t notice jinyoung stood up and as you reached the table and gave you a back hug and a kiss on your head lol i love back hugs sm 
  • and said whispering sweetly into your ear which resulted into you smiling blushing back up at him
  • “that’s my girl”

OKAY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE CAUSE I LOVE BAEJIN and he’s such a cutie and also making it in the same universe as my guanlin fic made it 2x better. anyways it was so much longer than i expected to be and i feel like its super shitty lmao. anyways about the gif ik its not that great w the story but he looks so cute i cannot and also i make my fics unnecessarily enemies to lovers lmao sorry bout that. ANYWAYS PLEASE SEND THINGS TO MY INBOX OR MESSAGE ME ILL LOVE YOU IF YOU DO, don’t care if its feedback, a question, a request (even tho i have so many rip), or like anything

RFA and V + The First Time They Say I Love You

requested by anon and @josmottt - sorry it took so long! orz
it’s ya boy, back with another (overdue) headcanon / scenario post! i mean to post this for the longest time now, but i never got the chance to. i’ve got notes on this piece that i might post; who knows? also, this is really, really long, but i hope you enjoy it! yoosung’s continued scenario (as well as the scenario of the other members) is found under the cut.
this is essentially a sequel to RFA + When They Realize They’re in Love, but i did my best to make this a stand-alone scenario post! though i do recommend giving that a read just to build it up better :D a reblog/like would be greatly appreciated, and if you have any headcanon requests, feel free to send them my way! <3 enjoy!


RFA AND V + THE FIRST TIME THEY SAY “I LOVE YOU”

YOOSUNG

Yoosung feels like his heart is going to burst.

Normally, he wouldn’t be so nervous with playing video games. They were his food at this point, and he was so attuned to playing them that they became part of his daily life. Hell, he could probably live out his entire life with only video games to get him going. However, he had promised his mom that he was going to try to be healthier. Though, with the warmth of his object of affection right beside him, he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to last long with the state his heart was in.

The blond tries to focus on the wide screen and blaring speakers set up in front of him, but the way she nearly leaned against him, brushing his shoulder ever-so slightly with her own, was enough to make him chant all the prayers he knew under his breath. He told her he was doing a chant of victory, part of the game and all that. Yeah right, he thinks, taking a deep breath from all the praying he had subtly done. He dodged an incoming attack, letting the high-pitched squeak of [Name] bring him back to his senses.

“Damn, that was a close one!” he heard himself say, subtly taking a glance at the woman beside him. Yoosung had invited the woman to his home to play a co-op campaign of LOLOL, seeing as the other RFA members had turned down his offers. Stupid, he thinks to himself. What made him think his heart was ready for this? He plasters on a wide smile as she shoots him with one of her own. He hurriedly turns his attention to the bright screen, hoping the heated blush on his pale face wasn’t obvious.

Yoosung was pretty sure [Name] was fully aware of her feelings for him, which terrified him as he had never felt this way about anyone. What if he looked stupid in her eyes? He was certainly the most naïve one in RFA; he accepted that, but what if that was a huge turn off for her? She was practically the definition of perfection in his eyes, even if she reminded him over and over that she was far from it. All of her flaws, her insecurities, her everything- she was absolutely divine, and he was anything but.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Addicted

Requested by @jazminblake

Song: Crazy in love

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are the leaders of the camp and are really close. One day Bellamy starts avoiding her without any reason. Reader is hurt because she loves him and tries to find out why he ignores her. One day she finally makes him talk to her and he admits that he got scared of being in love with her.

Word Count:  2102


Originally posted by nancywheeleers


Y/N’s POV

I had never thought that a person could influence someone else’s life so much just by their presence. But now, after my life had completely turned upside down and I found myself on the Earth with another 100 delinquents, I knew it was possible. Somehow I had earned a leadership position which I shared with Bellamy Blake.

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Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW visuals, sexual content, rough, spanking, daddy kink, age difference

Summary: AJ has a kink for his girlfriend dressing up like a schoolgirl. And one day he buys her the outfit and orders her to dress up. Smut ensues. That’s it. 

**WARNING: THIS IS EXTREMELY NSFW, AND VERY DIRTY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK PLEASE**

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 11

Hi loves! So 2 weeks passed and I’m back with another part of my long-ass Evak fanfiction recs series, hooray! I never know what else to write here, so I’ll just shut up for now. All the fics can be found under the cut. Happy reading!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

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Summary: Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore when the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?

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(Sooooo, I’m watching Riverdale and my feels about Bughead are over the moon!! And now that we learnt some bits and pieces about his life and that he doesn’t have a house anymore (my heart is broken, I just love Jughead) I had no other choice but to write this, hope you all like guys!!!)


Jughead knew the routine by now. Scrunched down and trying to make his trademark combat boots as soundless as possible, the raven haired boy cautiously popped his head from the corner he was hiding, icy blue eyes scanning the empty corridor in from of him. A quarter to nine, the great clock over the entrance of Riverdale High informed him and he slightly frowned, biting anxiously on his down lip and drumming his slender fingers on the tiled wall next to him in anticipation. Radio commercials along with the icky sound of track soles stepping on wet floor could be heard faintly inside the now lifeless school building, a tell-tale sign that his misery for the day will soon be over and Jughead could be nothing but relieved about it. He was tired and even more so mentally tired, with all the small town drama and its joke of residents as well as his spiraling thoughts about his novel and the newfound reality he had to adjust to, that being his current situation of well, yeah, being homeless, plus the here and there thoughts about a certain girl next door, a girl he knew all his life and a girl he always knew belonged to his best friend, that lately seemed to invade his mind an awful more lot. Yeah, Jughead needed a place to lie down, even if that was the dusty floor of the Blue & Gold.

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City Love (Part 8.2)

summary: You attend one of Natasha’s office parties against your will and end up meeting a charming stranger who turns out to be the person who runs the company. (AU; CEO!Bucky)

characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F)
word count: 839 (side-drabble) 
warnings: implied smut, angst
A/N: Well, Surpriiiiise. Here’s a side-drabble written in Bucky’s POV after the events in Part 7. This is best read after Part 8.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Originally posted by thedesire


Bucky was used to being the cause of so much disappointment. It’s an occupational hazard that he had to learn to live with. It didn’t matter if it was with his family, friends, or the women he dated–like a curse, he was bound to cause his relationships to suffer, no matter how hard he tried not to.

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The Marauders: Three Things Each

James Potter
•Mother hen to e v e r y o n e. It doesn’t matter if you’re his best friend or some random person who fell in the hallway, James Potter is now your mum and you can’t do anything about it
•somehow knows exactly what everyone in the Gryffindor house’s favorite food is and gets the house elves to serve it every year on their birthday without fail
•a mommas boy both to his actual mother (she tucked him in every time he was home without fail) and to McGonagall, who he’d have tea with occasionally to talk about quidditch, transfiguration, and his friends (including lily). These talks were a big reason why the boys were able to figure out how to become Animagi

Sirius Black
-loves being touched? From having his hair stroked to lying with his head in remus’ lap to throwing an arm around James after a big game. Because his family never gave him that kind of affection, so he sucks it all in when he can
-an actual romantic? Like Jily’s biggest fan, secretly reads love poems and has a huge stash under his bed, every Gryffindor guy went to him for relationship advice at least once, plans out the best dates kind of sappy romantic
-the embodiment of a puppy. He was the first one to start a snowball fight, the last one out of the water at the beach, the instigator of every pillow fight. He was always willing to hang out with the younger boys because usually they were more willing to light things on fire or create a mess than older ones

Remus Lupin
•always had chocolate. Always. All the girls knew to ask him for some if they got cramps in the middle of class. No one knew where he got it from. He never got packages of it in the mail and whenever there was a hogsmeade weekend he didn’t buy anything at honeydukes. Truly a mystery
•only wore clothes if they were soft. Also he didn’t care whose they were. Known to steal James’ flannel pajama bottoms, peter’s huge sweaters, Sirius’ silk socks that he got imported from some foreign country, and Lily’s best scarves. All at once. The layer king and also a babe
•always ready to fight. Sirius steals a piece of bacon at breakfast? Remus cusses him out. James hits him with a snowball before Herbology? Remus literally buries him under a large pile of snow that had been on the branches of the tree James was under. Someone calls lily a mudblood in the hallway? Remus hexes them so many times they end up in the hospital wing, unrecognizable and throwing up goldfish

Peter Pettigrew
•dj for every party. Had the best records, and people would have competitions over whether or not they could request a song he already had. It only happened once, and the song was an American folk song from the 1800’s that Lily had requested
•always the perfect temperature. Cool in the summer and warm in winter. This may not seem like such a big deal but really having someone around that’s always warm in winter is a 10/10 life win everyone would be cuddled up to peter like he was living furnace
•could be counted on for anything. Always had notes done, even for classes he didn’t take somehow. Ask him to remind you to do something and he would. Ask him for a shortcut because you’re running late and he’ll lead you to the portrait of the man eating grapes that the staircase to the fourth floor is behind. Most reliable friend ever which is why Lily and James chose him for secret keeper

Bonus: the marauders in general
•in love with life. Had the loudest laughs, the brightest smiles, the biggest tears. Lived everything to the fullest and without regret
•the bravest boys. would do anything for what they thought was right. Threw themselves into the fight against Voldemort before experiencing any of the world because if they didn’t, there would be no world to experience
•loved without fear. It didn’t matter who you were, once one of them loved you, you were in and they were all going to protect you. And it didn’t take much to create their love usually, just being a decent person seemed to do it. Were always loved in return, because how could you not?

Hanahaki! Park Jihoon

masterlist can be found (here)

warnings: mentions of sucide 
genre(s): soulmate! au, hanahaki! au // angst (first!)
a/n: here’s a thank you gift for hitting over 700 notes on fuckboy! park jihoon ♥ thank you for the support and i promise to keep on improving my works! do leave me some feedback on this


Hanahaki - An illness where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be then removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It will eventually lead to one’s death if they choose to avoid surgery and their soulmate altogether.

  • There are a lot of things that Park Jihoon likes in this world
  • The bibimbap his mom makes, his favourite yellow plaid hoodie and even the funny videos his best friend, Woojin would send him at 3am
  • He also likes it when you smile at him or how you make his heart fluttered so much at just the sight of you in his shirt
  • The things he likes are uncountable but Jihoon only loves one thing
  • And amongst the 7 billion people in the world, he loves you  
  • It had been a huge coincidence when he first met you, but it was something he would never regret in his life
  • You were breathtaking but so were the flowers you grew in his lungs
  • It all started when he met Seongwoo at the cafe next to his college for a discussion
  • Seongwoo was a film major and for his final project, he wanted Jihoon to be the male lead for his next short film
  • Which was not surprising, seeing how the latter was an acting major himself
  • Jihoon walked into the cafe while fiddling with his phone, congratulating one his closet friend, Daehwi who had found his soulmate
  • Soulmates were a beautiful thing in this world but unfortunately, he still haven’t had the chance to experience it yet
  • It was said that you would instantly know who your soulmate just by body contact and a happily ever after would form
  • “Oh Jihoon, you are here! Come here and let me introduce you to my younger sister!”
  • Seongwoo beamed at the boy while having one hand on your shoulder, explaining that you will be the female lead
  • Everything seemed to be going well, him drinking his usual americano while you three went through the script
  • Until you tapped his shoulder
  • That touch awaken him even more than the coffee had done - jolting all his sense and his mind fully alert
  • It was electrifying, hypnotizing even and Jihoon felt his heart pounding loudly along with blood rushing to his cheeks that were flushed with hints of scarlet
  • He didn’t need his conscience to yell at him that this was his soulmate
  • But when he looked at you, you paid no attention to him and was blankly staring at the computer screen
  • His breath was hitched in his throat when he realized you weren’t affected, as it was it he was the only one who felt the connection
  • Suddenly, something crept up his throat and he excused himself to the bathroom
  • That was the first time he threw up flowers
  • He choked on what seems to be air while his throat felt tight from the lack of air
  • When he is done coughing in his palm, he gasped at the sight of the single pink petal
  • Tears seemed to well up his eyes when he smoothed the petal, his eyes glassy and his body froze
  • Pink Carnations.
  • The ironic meaning was that the flower symbolizes undying love
  • It was beautiful if only the petals were not associated with the despair and sadness that comes with it
  • After all, he had Hanahaki - his soulmate did not love him
  • “Are you okay Jihoon? you have been there for some time.”
  • He froze when he heard your voice as he stepped out of the stall
  • It was too much for him but he can only put on a facade that he was strong when he felt his soul crumbling at the sight of you
  • His voice steady as a smile graced his lips
  • Maybe he was too much of a great actor but you never noticed it
  • You gestured him out, seemingly oblivious to the adoration and affection of the boy in front of you who held the door and refilled your cup of drink
  • He wondered if the world was playing games with him, one where he could turn back and you would magically fall in love with him
  • You felt no spark, whereas his heart felt like a thousand firecrackers going up at him
  • Jihoon tried to his best, but the only other cure for Hana Haki disease was when supposed ‘soulmate’ falls in love with the diseased
  • He spent hours on research for other cures but it was only a matter of time before his body shut down if he didn’t choose surgery or the first choice
  • Seeing how you still haven’t found your soulmate yet, Jihoon was still hopeful that he had a chance
  • His world had become better when you and he became roommates by chance, one where he believed it was a nightmare dressed like a daydream
  • You called it fate as you greeted him excitedly in the living room, glad that your brother had managed to land you a nice apartment with such an affordable price
  • Little do you know, Jihoon works extra shift till midnight solely because he can pay more of your share
  • It was painful living with you, acting as if everything was okay when nothing in his surroundings mattered except you
  • All Jihoon wanted was to kiss you at the kitchen counter when you wore one of his oversized sweaters
  • Or pulled you into his embrace when you made him tea during his finals and he was pulling all-nighters
  • He knew in his heart, those gestures were nothing but friends, but he couldn’t help that feelings were building up in your mind
  • He was still hopeful.
  • Jihoon sought solace when he saw your peaceful figure, sleeping on the couch, too tired from staying up to wait for him
  • Seeing you was enough to scare his tiredness away and he did pull a warm blanket to cover you while sitting in the empty space of the couch
  • It was moments like this where he could just look at you, admire how ethereal you were to him before he started coughing again
  • “I love you.”
  • Without allowing himself to think, he kissed the tips of his fingers and  softly pressed them on yours
  • “I love you so much.” 
  • If only a kiss was like those in Disney movies, where it would magically clear the flower petals in his lungs and that you would fall head over heels with him
  • But this was reality, a harsh slap in the face
  • Jihoon’s life was a fairy tale until you came in and turned it into a catastrophe of emotions
  • You continue to fall asleep while Jihoon continued to gaze at you, his eyes gentle and soft
  • Until everything came crashing down when he saw you walking hand in hand with Woojin
  • He couldn’t say he was betrayed by his best friend, knowing that Woojin had no idea of the jars crammed with petals that laid beside his bed
  • Storing them was a painful reminder of the disease he carried because while you were free, he was still dying
  • At best, he was just an error of the world - one that needed to disappear
  • You had come with Woojin, intending to introduced him to your roommate
  • “Park, meet my soulmate!”
  • But his heart only shattered, as if the petals have not done enough damage already
  • “You two look good together.”
  • When the word escaped his mouth, he felt himself coughing again, as if God could tell how bad he was lying
  • That was when he started wearing a face mask because the plain sight of you and Woojin only brought more petals, just thouht of Woojin being the one to kiss you made him more depressed 
  • The pink were now mix with hints  of his own blood as each cough  seemed to took away bits and pieces of his sanity
  • His days are shorter and somehow even the summer feels cold to him
  • Seeing you and Woojin hurts more than the petals that delicately strangled his throat, air barely passing out 
  • The happy ending that had been so close to him slipped off his fingers when you giddily told him you were both soulmates
  • You told him that you two had met at the same cafe you first met Jihoon and he could chuckled bitterly
  • He hated that he still kept up the facade of being just your friend, as you told him how your date with Woojin went really well
  • But your laughter was enough for him
  • Enough for him to believe that the petals never existed in the first place and it ignited a fire in his heart, making it beat again
  • “You are an angel Jihoon!”
  • Jihoon chuckled bitterly if only he could be your angel once his time is up
  • He hasn’t been eating lately and he no longer has the energy to store the petals in their respective jars
  • Tired and depressed - he felt pathetic and disgusted
  • Food didn’t seem to help since the petals only forces him to gag it out
  • The room started to spin and Jihoon felt his legs giving in as he fluttered on his bed where petals decorated it
  • Maybe in another parallel universe, you would be his, one where his fate was not estranged or as fucked up as this world
  • The thought brings a weak smile to his face, but it is quickly gone when he feels the petals sinking into his lungs
  • Rather than calling the hospital, he silently says a prayer before accepting his fate
  • He was ready to die, he wanted to be free
  • Maybe it was his fault for not accepting the surgery, but the thought of not being able to love you anymore was more painful
  • He isn’t sure how afterlife would look like, but a world without you could do him better
  • Jihoon falls asleep as he took his last breath, tears slipping down his eyes
  • Surrounded by the pink petals and the memories of you and him, he never wakes up

additional a/n: if it’s too much to take in at once, here’s some jihoon’s fluff. if you feel like you hate woojin, read this. also, please check the guidelines before requesting as i feel really bad having to delete requests that you guys sent. 

Cas is the Central Focus of The End

When I first saw the episode The End (5X04) I struggled with it, and I think a lot of people did and still do struggle with it because it’s heavy. Thanks to wonderful meta writers (looking at you lurea) and several re-watches in order to process it, it is actually one of my Top Five Favorites. This episode is a masterpiece.

Castiel is the CENTRAL FOCUS of The End (5X04).
Specifically Castiel in relation to Dean.

Okay so it is truly a layered episode (aren’t they all?). The brothers have gone separate ways and the main point to drive home is that they’re stronger together rather than apart. This is the lesson Dean learns from the start to the finish of the episode. But everything in between is focused on the Dean and Cas relationship. Because saying no to Michael doesn’t just ruin Dean, Sam and the world. It wrecks and kills Cas.

This future (aka Endverse) was shown to Dean by the angel Zachariah in order to manipulate Dean into doing what heaven wanted (saying yes to Michael and being his vessel).

Parallel that with this:

A human-angel hybrid named Jack showed Castiel a future in order to manipulate him into doing what he wanted (keep him and his vessel, aka mother, safe until birth).

I believe Cas’ vision of The Future (12X19) includes Dean Winchester, just as the vision of Dean’s future in The End included Castiel.
Say it with me: circular narrative.




Even the titles of each episode make me want to squee and roll around on the floor in delight. Now, we were not told that Dean was part of Cas’ vision so don’t go making t-shirts. I think we received some misdirection about Cas’ vision in 12X23 so for now this is MY head canon that Dean is in Cas’ vision of the future.

12x23 has an apocalyptic world where the Winchesters are facing off with Lucifer and Castiel ends up dead. Lucifer did say we’d all end up here despite things being changed and altered. ‘Here’ is relative, not exactly the same date or the same garden, etc.

But Jack, our naked little angel-man, has superseded his father in showing Castiel a future beyond death, beyond The End. We didn’t get a resolution to The End in 5X04. We saw Lucifer as the victor. I do not think Lucifer will be the victor any longer. We may have “…ended up here,” but the results will not be the same. Lucifer will be defeated. Jack and TFW will be key in that.

But I digress because I didn’t start this post to even talk about 12x23, though it definitely parallels. So you’re welcome for that tangent. Back to the regularly scheduled program…

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A lot of people believe that Endverse was something Zachariah made up. Considering that Dean kept the Camp Chitaqua photo (we see Mary looking at it in 12x02 - “Mamma Mia”), I believe it was an actual timeline that was very, very, real. Especially as we’re coming full circle with the story, which felt like a forgotten plot for a very long time. Thank you, Dabb!

The issue isn’t whether it was real or not, though. It could be faker than fake but the message is still clear: show Dean what will happen to his loved ones, especially Castiel, if he says no to Michael. Zachariah made sure that Castiel was at the front and center of Dean’s visit to Endverse because what does matter is what Dean takes away from the experience.

Zachariah knew.  

Unbeknownst to him, Cas was heaven’s Trojan Horse. The angels used Castiel as a pawn. Have you ever wondered why they never just killed him for his doubts and for trying to warn Dean in that dream (4X20)?! Consider this: instead of smiting him for disobedience (angels have proven to kill for much less) they reprogram him again and again, keeping him close to Dean because Dean trusts Cas. In fact they see that there is something much, much deeper between Dean and Cas than I think those two were aware of at the time.

“When a claim is laid on a living soul it leaves a mark, a brand,” Castiel tells us. (6X03 “The Third Man). Cas literally claimed Dean on his rescue mission to get Dean out of Hell, whether he meant to or not. The implications of such an act are not written out explicitly for us but we see that these two are connected, bonded. Faithless Dean had faith in Cas without a whole lot to go on almost from the get-go.

When Dean had sex with Anna, she laid her hand over Cas’ handprint tentatively. She was fascinated by Castiel’s mark and would know a lot more about what exactly it means than we do. I think her pause over the print tells us it does mean something significant. 

Anna knew.


Uriel, in another episode, calls Cas’ affection for Dean a weakness. He says it with a cocky self-assured smirk. He knows that he and the other angels can use it against them.

Uriel knew.

So anyway, Zachariah WANTED Dean to see how broken, addicted and suicidal Cas would become because of Dean’s choice. They knew that the state of Cas’ well-being would be a huge influence, if not the biggest influence, in coercing Dean to do as they wanted. The focus of that future, Dean’s future, was Cas.

They threaten Dean with Cas, as a metaphorical hostage. “See, Cas here? See how you have this intimacy with him as the world crumbles around you? But see how fucked and broken you’ve become? You’re a monster. See how bad that fucks Cas up? You get Cas killed. All because you say no to Michael.”

The angels knew.

Do you comprehend what I’m tellin’ ya? Past!Dean’s sole focus wasn’t the Colt, wasn’t Lucifer, wasn’t himself and it wasn’t even all about Sam. Sure, those things are in there but they are honorable mentions. Everything came back to Cas.

The. Focus. Is. Cas.

We do see Dean interact with his future self, with Chuck, etc. But most of the dialogue in Endverse is with and about Cas. Cas is shown in the center of most shots, in closeups and isn’t far from Dean in most scenes. Hell, when future!Dean kills one of his infected men he says to everyone else, “I’m not going to lie to you. Me and him got a messed up situation going,” and we assume he’s talking about past!Dean.

But the camera and the remaining men look beyond past!Dean and he follows their line of sight to a blurry Cas who then comes into focus. Because… The. Focus. Is. Cas. Everything else is background noise: Luci and archangel vessels and Sam and the apocalypse.

Despite his crap choices to torture a demon to find the Colt, and to kill his Croatoan-infected people, future!Dean still cared about what Cas thought of him and that is why he guiltily made the comment about Cas. Dean’s future heavily included Cas in a very intimate, private way. So private that the writers did not come right out and tell us but instead showed us by carefully constructed omission. Can we all curl up into balls and cry now?!

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The whole “…got a messed up situation going,” is just that: Cas is still in love with Dean even though he’s become a monster. Cas could have and should have left long ago, but he didn’t. It probably perplexed Dean’s men. Because Cas wasn’t just sticking around to kill Lucifer (in fact he didn’t agree with the idea AT ALL in 2009 AND in Endverse). He was solely there for Dean.

Remember when Cas said he was going to watch Dean murder the world (10X22)? Do you think for one moment Dean didn’t go, “Shit, he really will stand back and watch me murder the world. He did exactly that in Endverse.”

THAT MOMENT in 10X22 is when he knows Endverse wasn’t some manip from Zachariah. In 10X22, Dean visibly swallows and looks away at Cas’ words because they affect him. He had enough humanity in him in that moment to feel something there. He does still lose control and he beats Cas, who doesn’t fight back, but something (Cas’ plea) momentarily breaks through the curse.

Then what does Dean do? He isolates himself, gets blacked-out drunk and suicidal, destroys his hotel room in a fit of rage and emotional pain. This is a moment that “hurt something awful” and he didn’t actually go through with killing Cas this time. I’m sure he’s imagining how much worse he’d be off if he HAD killed Cas.

THIS is when he becomes desperate enough to get rid of the Mark, when he realizes how badly he’s hurt Cas and is becoming a monster. It wasn’t when he beat Sam or murdered rooms full of people. Nope, HIS WEAKNESS IS CAS. Dean is so desperate to not become “that thing again,” that thing that he knows could make him kill Cas, that he’s willing to kill his brother with Death’s scythe. Dean knows how close he was to going over the edge.

This is another reason I believe Zachariah’s vision was real, because Cas predictably cannot and will not hurt Dean, even if it means he destroys the world. The angels knew, long before Dean and even Cas knew, that Cas was Dean’s weakness. How flipping crazy is that?! And yikes, I didn’t mean to stumble into 10X22 but when the writers intricately tie multiple story lines together it just cannot be avoided.

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Back to Endverse. Future!Dean turned into his father: a ruthless, cold-hearted, vengeful shell of a man (something Bobby told him, more than once, not to become when Dean suffered loss because it is canon that this is what Dean can become). A demon stole Mary from John and he became, in Dean’s words, an obsessed bastard. A demon stole Sam from Dean and he became the obsessed bastard.

But is he all bad? We can see the faintest hint of hurt on future!Dean’s face when Cas says, “What? I like past you,” when past!Dean makes a comment about torture. But I think Dean loses his last sliver of humanity when he sends Cas to his death. Past!Dean had said, “You mean you’re gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too?” Cas was singled out as being significantly more important than everyone else and past!Dean could not even comprehend that future!Dean would sacrifice Cas of all people. *sobbing*

Dean meets Samifer after future!Dean gets his neck broken and that is when we get back to the plot of the brothers being archangel meat suits and how badly this does affect Dean. Because it isn’t just his future with Cas at stake. Sammy’s life is at stake. The world is at stake. 

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Zachariah pulls Dean back to our reality and gives the whole spiel on hoping Dean has learned his lesson. Cas is not brought up in this conversation and he doesn’t need to be. Because out of fucking nowhere he pulls Dean to safety where he was still waiting on the side of the road, in the dark, when Dean told him to pop in in the morning. Why is that significant?

I think Dean was praying/longing/reaching out to Cas. So Cas pulls him out and throws out the line about having an appointment but we all know the appointment wasn’t for that time or that place. He was saving Dean the embarrassment of being told, “I heard you praying in your mind when I know you’re still weirded out by praying.” A few seconds later Cas asks Dean how Zachariah found him. Damn it, y’all, Cas freaking FELT Dean’s prayer and/or longing. No one can tell me otherwise.

The narrative and cameras have once again swung back around to Cas. Dean gives him such a look of tenderness. He steps close and places a hand on Cas’ shoulder and gives the infamous, “Don’t ever change,” line.

Cas is Dean’s beacon of light, of hope, of faith. Zachariah was just threatening Dean and here is Dean melting into a puddle of heart eyes, invading Cas’ personal space to touch him, and even giving a bit of a smile (albeit a sad one).

With Cas watching over him, Dean feels safe. He trusts him. He pulls out his phone and calls Sam to make amends, to hopefully thwart Endverse from happening. So that Sam doesn’t become Lucifer’s puppet, so that Dean doesn’t become a monster and so that Cas doesn’t ever change.

The End is honestly very, very sad. Which is why it’s awesome to know that there is still The Future.

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So where am I going with this? I just wanted you all to know that no matter what is changed, whatever is altered, Dean will end up with Cas. He had a crap vision of a crap future with Cas that ended in death. But Cas has received a new vision, a better vision, a hope-filled and faith-filled vision of a future that I wholeheartedly believe includes Cas and Dean together, in a happy endgame.

Jack is going to overcome Lucifer’s plans of destruction, which is a WHOLE other meta about fathers versus sons, and their legacies and all that jazz but I’ll leave you with this:

Lucifer LOVED his father, God, but was punished and abandoned.
Dean LOVED John but was abused and neglected.
Castiel LOVED Heaven/Humanity but was broken and brainwashed.

Jack, a son, is going to break the cycle, y’all. He may have looked creepy AF in 12x23 but I believe he is going to serve an amazing purpose to the narrative in subverting early SPN plots of self-destructive, codependent, suicidal and depressing behavior. It may be shaky at first but Jack will learn. Baby steps!

I CANNOT WAIT!

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I talk about 5X04 a lot and I believe every single one of my fics includes mentions of Endverse!Cas. To me, this was the turning point in Dean and Cas’ relationship and one of several reasons why Dean didn’t want to allow himself to fall in love with Cas, and didn’t want Cas to change. Just one reason, of course, as there are others. It’s complicated, all of it. But for me this episode, which followed the Desitel-heavy “Free to Be You and Me”, was a bad blow to Dean’s heart. He knew a future with Cas was a possibility but at what cost?

Obvs they’ll overcome because The End was dark but The Future is bright.

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I leave you with a reminder from Chuck:

Past!Dean: “Hey, Chuck, is Cas still here?”
Chuck: “Yeah, I don’t think Cas is going anywhere.”

Chuck knows.

TheTwistedWillow
June 20, 2017
Edited 6/27/17 for typos but there are probably still some. *SHRUGS*