how was i even debating whether or not to keep him this way earlier

→ nudes, not flowers (pt. 2)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre → smut, fuckboi!au

warnings  → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE 

word count   → 10.4k 

☆ summary   →  you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps

→  pt i | pt ii (final) 

☆ a/n   → okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! 
+ shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt @itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls
+ also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month  ♡

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Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Originally posted by crownprincefreeza

Requested by Anon -  a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.

The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately. 

Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.

Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building. 

Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room. 

“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away. 

“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”

Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him. 

“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.

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Rogers Jr.

Summary: You and Steve tell your daughter about how you met back in Brooklyn. This is for @redlipstickandplaid who wanted enough floof to give her cavaties, I hope I met the bar!<3 

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Phoebe Rogers [their daughter], Bucky Barnes

Warnings:  so disgustingly cute and fluffy, Dad!Steve, I wanted to puke rainbows while writing this :’)

Sidenote;; Bolded text are past events as told by the Reader & Steve, [basically like a narrator] 

‘Cause all I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed’



“Yes, bug?” You gave your daughter a soft smile, tucking her into bed before sitting on the edge.

“How did you and daddy meet? Was he already an Avenger?”

“I knew Daddy before he was all tall and muscly, Phoebe,” you chuckled, earning an amused grin from the 5 year old, those beautiful bright blue eyes gazing up at you.

“Were you taller than him?”

You nodded, “I was.”

Phoebe laughed, her legs kicking underneath the duvet in her hysterics.

“Alright,” you smiled, trying to hide your own laughter, “calm down, miss. It’s time for some sleep, or you won’t be up in time for the school trip.”

“Oh,” her little face fell as she groaned in protest, “But you didn’t tell me the story.”  

“How about both me and Daddy tell you tomorrow?”

She nodded, enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

“See you in the morning, baby.” You lean down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before she snuggled beneath the sheets and settled to sleep.

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Accountable: Arrow 5x14 Review (The Sin-Eater)

As Anatoly explained, a sin-eater is someone who consumes a ritual meal to magically take on the sins of another person, thus absolving the person and saving their soul.

Christianity has another name for this person: Jesus Christ. The son of God who died for our sins. The concept that superheroes are Christ like figures is nothing new, and is certainly one I’ve written about before. However, “The Sin- Eater” is as close as Arrow has ever come to a literal comparison.  Oliver Queen has a history of taking others’ sins upon himself. Essentially, blaming himself for their wrongs. As if somehow taking responsibility for them will save them.

If Christ died for our sins, if that action of selfless love is our salvation, then why do we ever need to be held accountable for our sins? Aren’t we already forgiven?

Sorry, but that’s just not the way it works. There is nothing we can ever do that will stop God from loving us, but that does not prevent us from seeking His mercy. Yes, Christ died for our sins, but we must be held accountable for those sins. We have to seek forgiveness. We have to desire salvation in order to truly achieve it. The door to God is always open. There’s nothing we can ever do to close it, but we still must make the choice to walk through it.

So, is Oliver Queen really saving anyone by being a sin-eater? Or maybe the better question is…  is Oliver even worthy of the title?

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anonymous asked:

Kackaaaaaaaa I love you, you're THE BEST! Happy birthday! Promt for Bellarke: we have friends with benefits relationship (even though I secretly love you) but now I'm pregnant and I don't know how to tell you bc I'm afraid that you'll freak out.

Ahhh thanks! <333 Hope you like it! (ao3)


Clarke only feels moderately weird about letting herself into Wells and Bellamy’s apartment when she knows they’re not home.

On the one hand, the spare key they gave her is supposed to be for emergencies. On the other hand, she’d definitely consider being covered in someone else’s vomit an emergency.

When she applied to teach elementary school art, she’d known she’d probably come home messy most days. But with paint, and clay, and glue stuck to her skin. Not from a kid accidentally losing his lunch on her when he came to say he didn’t feel well.

It ended up being more show than tell.

Her principal had given her the go-ahead to cancel the rest of her classes for the day, but going home meant becoming the vomit lady on the bus, and it’s just so much easier for her to go two blocks over to use her friends’ shower.

Wells is the most generous person she knows; she can’t imagine he’d say no if she asked. And Bellamy… well, they’re not exactly close. He’s mostly just Wells’s roommate, Octavia’s brother, the friend in her group she’s least connected to. But he’s a teacher too, and the ultimate Mom friend. Even if he made fun of her endlessly, even if he bickered her into buying him a beer in exchange for the slight addition to his water bill, even if she had to face his smug smile, he wouldn’t actually bar her from using his shower in a time of crisis such as this.

None of those things are out of character for Bellamy. He loves giving her a hard time, and she’s had enough of that today. Which is why she doesn’t text them for permission first.

Instead, she smothers the slightly guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach, dumps her clothes in the wash, and lets out a long, shuddering breath when she steps under the spray.

It feels a little weirder when she reaches for the shampoo on the shelf. It’s just– she hasn’t had a significant other, or even a one night stand, in quite a while. The last time she used someone else’s products, allowing someone else’s scent to cling to her skin and hair, was ages ago.

“Too long ago, apparently,” she grumbles to herself, working her hair into a lather. “Maybe it’s time to get you laid, Griffin.”

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Jove, Thalassa and the Troupe: Meta Masterpost

Okay so here’s the post theorizing about Jove and Thalassa and their relationship with her family. 

(content warning for discussions of abuse)

There’s one main idea at the core of all this: Jove and Thalassa purposefully ran away from  the troupe, and there was a permanent rift between Thalassa and the rest of them ever since she was forced to return with his passing. 

So let’s get on with the evidence.

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Late Night Desires

Note: As always, thanks to @skittle479 for the feedback.

“Barba, the suspect’s past abuse is relevant. With the way he was raised, the kid did not stand a chance at a normal, healthy life.” Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your voice, despite your growing frustration at Barba’s refusal to agree with you.

Being the child psychologist that the Manhattan SVU often consulted, you had gotten to know the snarky ADA quite well during the past few months. Many evenings were spent together preparing your expert witness testimony for his trials. Despite your familiarity, he insisted on thoroughly prepping you every time, claiming that he wanted to eliminate the possibility of any surprises. Since you were paid regardless of whether you worked in your own office or were on loan to the DA’s office, you humored his need for perfection.

Though you wouldn’t openly admit it to him, you had grown to enjoy spending time in Barba’s company. Bickering over a difference of opinion was a common occurrence between you two, but in the end you both enjoyed a healthy debate. The fact that he was incredibly easy on the eyes did not hurt.

At present, you and Barba were at the edge of another heated dispute. A teenager had assaulted two of his classmates. Barba was insistent on trying the perp as an adult. Although the crimes committed were heinous and churned your stomach, your professional experience told you that the teenager needed psychiatric help, not to be locked with the general population of adult criminals.

“Abuse is not an excuse for his behavior. You said yourself, he is mentally competent to stand trial. I will be charging him with murder one,” Barba rebutted your attempt for leniency while shuffling papers.

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Drunk confessions

Summary: Bucky shows up at readers door drunk to apologise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.000

Warnings: idk one swear word and alkohol; angst

A/N: This is for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote challenge. I had the quote: I was hiding under your porch because I love you.

Honestly this was supposed to be light and fun and then something happened and idk. It’s pretty angsty but it’s got a happy ending :) Hope you like it!

Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

“(Y/N), stop! Let me explain!” Bucky yelled, running after you. Furious, you stopped dead in your tracks and whirled around, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?” you hissed. “You push me around, play with me and now you expect me to listen to you? Who do you think I am?”

“If you would just listen to me-“he began to speak again, only for you to cut him off once more.

“I don’t care what you will explain and what not. I can’t live like this anymore. You have to choose. Do you want to be with me or not?” You hated to hold a gun to his head like this but it was time. All the past months you two had started to built something like a relationship.

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I Promise || Bellamy Blake

Set during Season 1

You involuntarily gasp when you see his features up close and you don’t know why you ever questioned the girls coming out of his tent in the early hours of the morning.

He’s beautiful.

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The Price 5/?

Summary: Killian and the Swan begin to settle into the castle together.

an: A few choice songs I listened to while writing this: “Horns” by Bryce Fox, “Hey, Brother” by Aviici and “Dauðalogn”by Sigor Ros, so, I guess, take from that what you will.

tagging @kmomof4​, @the-captains-ayebrows​, @jadeddiva​, @artielu​, and @dreadpirateemma

Chapter List: One/Two/Three/Four

Chapter Five

Whatever small truce they’d called between them to contain the storm that night, it did nothing to stop her aggravating him at every turn, nor did it put an end to his impulse to try her patience whenever possible. There was a comfort in knowing one moment shared between them was not enough for him to grow too at ease with her.

Still, over the course of the next few weeks, they begin to grow a rapport.

They’d even begun to form a routine, of sorts.

Killian woke well before the sun, habits still unchanged despite his new and rather leisurely lifestyle, and spent a few minutes staring in annoyance at the silks and brocades and lace hanging in his wardrobe before putting on his own worn clothing.

Twice a week, instead of glaring dourly at the choice of clothing the Swan had left him with, he fashioned himself a basin and some soap from the air around him, and washed the aforementioned worn shirt and trousers, the simple, ordinary motions of the task soothing his mind. The Swan had given him a book of spells meant purely for cleansing, but he preferred the methodical action of doing them himself. The thought in his mind had exasperated her, but they’d moved on to something new the following day.

He spent an hour after that skulking the castle, surprised to find every day something he hadn’t discovered the previous day.

By the time the sun rose, he’d made it to the kitchens, where he broke his fast over the rickety table in the corner, head bent low over whatever book the Swan had presented him with the night before.

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the glass castle

Forever can reign in a moment.

genre: romance/fluff

word count: 4.1k

April 11th, 2017

a kim yugyeom story.

The sunlight filtered through the open-curtained window with a tender gaze as it found its vision fixed upon the sight of both Yugyeom and you curled up together on the couch. Its rays were as soft as Yugyeom’s hold on you, who was currently cradling you in the stronghold of his gentle embrace. This was your safe haven—for nothing bad could happen to you while being in his arms.

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Rooftop Confessions || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Reader usually hangs out on rooftops to calm the mind and one day sees Spider-Man take off his mask as sand billows out of it and they find out it’s their newer boyfriend and Peter’s just freaking out because “he didn’t want them to find out like this” and fluff comforting of the nerdy boy :’)]]

now to work on a peter parker request !!!

tags: {anonymous}, @captainbarness

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!!


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Trope-A-Dope #1

@killingmeitsso2yearsago said: One of my favourite is when one of them is doing a liveshow and somehow they slip up and they coming out live :-)

I loved this, so I made it a 5 + 1 (I know, how many more times am I gunna do this with a simple prompt?)


And don’t forget to Send me prompts for this project with the most-used Phanfic tropes.

It’s Worth Deciding

(~5k, Fluff, coming out, 5+1)

The five times Dan and Phil nearly came out in a live stream. And the one time they did.

Title from Half Life by Duncan Sheik: “Before the truth goes back into hiding I want to decide ‘cause it’s worth deciding”


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My Pleasure

Summary: Y/N is delivering a very important message and manages to save a very important Frenchman.

Pairing: Lafayette x reader, platonic!Hercules x reader

Warnings: maybe language? I don’t think there are any

Word count: 1,660 words

A/N: I didn’t know what the anon that requested this was after, so I just kind of made it up. I am complete Daveed Diggs (and Anthony Ramos) trash oops


“Hercules!” You hurried into your friend’s shop. “What have you got for me today?”

“Here’s the measurements,” Hercules said, handing you a neatly folded piece of parchment, which you placed in your dress pocket, settling it next to your small dagger, “and here’s the information.”

You took the sealed envelope and placed it in your left pocket, the paper seeming to weigh a hundred pounds as you remember the importance of what the letter contained. Hercules believed that this information could be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, the key to winning the war.

“Be safe, [Y/N],” the Irishman said, gathering you into a hug as he always did when you picked up information from him. “Take it to Alexander, he should already be at the drop spot.” You pulled away and smiled, nodding before opening the door to his shop and closing it behind you.

You had joined the Continental Army in 1778 and after a year and a half of successfully disguising yourself as a man, you were found out when you took a knife to the ribs. The nurses had taken your shirt and jacket off to find your breasts tightly bound and had told the General. Instead of being angry, General Washington had smiled at you and offered you a better opportunity to help the Revolution.

You became one of the first couriers, people who take information from the American spies to the army. At your suggestion, most of the couriers were women, who could easily fade into the background or even pretend to be men if the need arises. Women were seen as nothing more than objects and sometimes that was damn useful.

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Fic: Live to Tell (Negan x Reader) Part 4.

Title: Live to Tell

Pairing: Negan x Reader          

Summary: You were tasked with scouting out the Sanctuary, but soon your mission starts to spiral out of control.

Tagged: @negans-network, @thecynicalnerd, @deadlywinters, @attentionseekingprincess, @chaoticevilanddowntofuck, @marvelandgameofthrones, @briannaatkins03, @toxic-ink, @petlaufeyson, @ravenclawkittyninja, @poseidon29, @allinhishands, @world-war-crap, @daveed-dikks, @jaspers-gembooty, @favoritefanfiction, @stolenxkissess, @brushfirefairytails, @comeseemycage  (strike throughs won’t let me tag)

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction


Living at the Sanctuary meant dealing with monotonous days that felt like an eternity. Wake up early in the morning; find out your assignment for the day (which usually included strenuous manual labor, Negan didn’t want you feeling too comfortable after all), short breaks for food, and finally passing out from exhaustion at the end of the day.

You missed the more laid back environment of Alexandria. Everyone had their parts to play, Rick made sure to give everyone fair assignments, but you were also allowed time to relax and appreciate living a somewhat normal life again. There was nothing normal about the Sanctuary. It was a safe haven from walkers, but inside it’s walls it was practically a prison. And Negan was an unforgiving warden.

You were becoming adept at the art of avoiding Negan. The man was absolutely everywhere. You cherished the days when he left to go on runs with his boys. The atmosphere was less tense, and you were able to move more freely around the compound.

Today was not one of those lucky days. You could see Negan observing his people from his perch on the second floor of the factory. Your assignment for the morning had been to mop the factory floor. Normally that would take place in the evening when most people had gone to bed, but there had been an incident earlier that left the concrete stained with blood. As it was, people gave you a wide berth.

Negan’s gaze rarely left you. You kept your head down, unwilling to meet his stare, but could feel his eyes on you. You found your body hunching in on it’s self slightly, back stiff and shoulders curved.

The moment you felt his eyes leave you, you dared a glance in his direction. A woman had joined him, speaking to him quietly. Tall and lean, she was lovely but she appeared closed off and apathetic. Negan was jovial as ever beside her, but she didn’t grant him even the barest of smiles.

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Coffee Talks- Yoongi

So yeah, I’m uploading another one bc it was sitting in my drafts all finished and shit and i don’t know why i didn’t upload it earlier. 

I put a name for a girl, but you can erase it and put your name in <3

But I hope you like it tho :3

The ending is a little bit weird and cringe worthy, but nevermind keke

Genre: fluff

Paring: Min Yoongi x Reader

Count of words: 2384

Summary: Who said that guy can’t be shy around girl he likes? 

Originally posted by notjustaphase

She was standing there. Looking beautiful as always. Her eyes were shining. Her smile brighter than the sun. And those rosy cheeks. She was the most beautiful person he ever laid his eyes on. Even though some people told him she’s too plain. She was amazingly beautiful for him.

So he was standing leaned against his locker looking at her every move. The way she was gesturing while describing something. The way her cheeks were going up when she was smiling. She was perfect even when she was just standing still listening to her friend. Oh boy, he was so in love with her. But there was one thing that was keeping him from telling her what he felt for her. He thought she didn’t see him in any other way than a friend. Cliché, right? A guy falls in love with his friend that he assume doesn’t feel the same.

Not that he ever asked her about it. He couldn’t . He was too scared to do the first move. Common isn’t it? He didn’t want to lose her as friend because of his little, stupid crush. “Hyung!” He heard right next to his ear. “Goddamn it Hobie! Why are you screaming into my ear?” He pushed him away lightly with a frown on his face. “You were staring at Sooyeon-ah again. Why don’t you tell her?” Namjoon asked fixing his glasses. “Can we not talk about this? You are annoying me even more than usual.” He said putting his backpack on one shoulder. “Sooyeon noona!” Jungkook exclaimed when he saw her walking up to their group.

Oh my, she’s so beautiful.

“Kookie!” She ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. Every time Yoongi saw Jungkook’s arms around her waist he felt like someone was stubbing him in the stomach. “Hey oppa!” She greeted her older brother. “Have you eaten?” Jin asked in concern. “Oppa don’t worry. I’ve eaten my lunch.” She laughed and came up to Yoongi. “I haven’t greeted you yet.” She smiled cutely and hugged his waist. He out his arms around her shoulders patting her head gently. “Okay Yoongs. Take care of her from now on because I have drama class. Bye everyone!” Seokjin waved while walking away. “Go to your classes idiots. You will be late.” He spoke up still holding her in his arms.

It has been like this. Long hugs for hellos and goodbyes. It was so hard for him to let her go, but soon after she pulled away from his embrace, she put her arm around his waist and started walking to their class. So he put his arm around her shoulders holding her closer. It looked as they were a couple. People were assuming that they were. Oh, how he wished for it to be true. He was debating whether he should tell her or not. He was always telling himself not to do it. But his time came. Even if he was going to lose the best person that came into his life. He decided to do this. They were heading to their class while Sooyeon was telling him some story from last weekend when she was the the sea with her aunt. But Yoongi turned left to the corridor that was always empty. He stopped and moved away from her a little bit so she was standing in front of him.

She was in shock of course. She didn’t know what’s going on. But she was also excited that she was there only with him. “Yoongi what’s wrong?” She asked looking at him, but he lowered his head and was looking at his feet. “I…I just…uh…wanted t-to…ah…ask i-if you…” He paused for a bit and looked up at her. She was giving him reassuring smile. Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on the school uniform jacket and scratched the back of his head. “You can ask me whatever you want oppa. I will try to answer.” She put her hand on his shoulder and he smiled. “I wanted to ask…if you want to go and grab some coffee with me after school?” He said on one breath looking at her face closely. Her hand dropped from his shoulder and he felt big hand clenching onto his heart. But then her hands went to her cheeks to cover bright red blush. Her common action when she was surprised. “Oh my…ah!” She looked up at the ceiling smiling brightly. “As the…” She started when she calmed down. “…date? Only if you want to.” He finished for her.

Next thing he knew was her throwing herself lightly on him hugging him. “Of course oppa. I’d like to!” She smiled at him when they pulled away. “For real?” Like a date? You want to…” He looked at her in awe. “Oh shit.” He whispered still amazed by all the situation. “I would like to go on a date with oppa.” She smiled now shyly when those words slipped out of her lips. “I will wait for you at the front doors, okay?” He smiled at her when she looked up at him. :Okay, but now let’s go to our class. We’ll be late.” She grabbed his hand and started running. He felt sparkles when she touched him and butterflies in his stomach.

This is great.

They were sitting at the same desk . So close to each other. Their shoulders were brushing against each other when one of them started to write down the lesson. In the middle of biology class Yoongi felt warm little hand on his under the table. His eyes widen  and he looked down. She was holding his hand. Without any reason. Yoongi looked up at her. She had warm smile on her face looking at the teacher that was explaining something. But Yoongi didn’t paid attention to him. He was more focused on her touch. Her thumb was drawing circles on the back of his hand. He finally go himself together and intertwined his fingers with hers. Sooyeon laid her head on his shoulder sighing. “I like you Min Yoongi.” She whispered into his ear. His whole body tensed up, but soon after he looked to the side and met her beautiful eyes. “I like you too Kim Sooyeon.” And he squeezed her hand lightly.

Whole day was filled with skinship and sweet talk. Yoongi didn’t know what got to him to be like this. But he enjoyed it truly. They were holding hands, laughing their butts off. Sooyeon hugged him more often than usually. They were acting like a couple even when they weren’t. Just yet.

It was about the time when Yoongi was supposed to wait for her at the main entrance. And he did it. He was waiting for her leaned against the wall looking at everyone who was walking out of the school. After few minutes he saw her. She was looking around. Yoongi decided to come up to her from behind and sneak his arms around her waist. Sooyeon squeaked jumping up. “Oppa! You’re mean!” She slapped his arm playfully when she turned around. “Did you tell hyung that you’re not coming back home with him?” He asked just in case. “Oh…no I didn’t.” She looked down. “Don’t worry beautiful. He’s actually coming this way so we can ask him.” Yoongi put his index finger under her chin and put her head up smiling warmly. “Hyung!” He waved at his friend when he was closer. “What’s up Yoongi-ah?” He asked coming up to them. “I wanted to ask for your permission to take Sooyeon on a little date today.” He said shyly. Jin widen his eyes at him. “Oppa! Don’t look at him like this.” She poked his arm. “You have my permission, but her home before nine, okay?” Yoongi nodded energetically grabbing her hand. “Thanks hyung!” He waved at him when they were running down the stairs.

They were walking on the streets holding hands and laughing. “There is great café around the corner. Let oppa treat you with really good coffee.” Yoongi put his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer. “Are you going there often?” She looked up at him. “I’m spending there every Saturday. It has really nice atmosphere to write lyrics.” He smiled dragging her into some cozy looking café. “Oppa, how do you know such peaceful place?” She asked looking around when they sat on sofa. “I’m not as cold as it looks, Sooyeon-ah.” Yoongi stood up leaving her small posture on big, red sofa. “What do you want?” He asked taking out his wallet. “The same as you, you have good taste in coffees.” She smiled up at him taking off her uniform jacket. “Americano indeed?” He winked at her and walked off to the counter.

Sooyeon was looking at Yoongi’s profile. Admiring every inch of his face. She has realized that after saying “I like you”s to each other she find him even more attractive. His cheeks looked so soft. His eyes were shining when he looked back at her. She could say she was in love with Min Yoongi. But she has never been in love before. She was still looking at him when she saw blond girl from her art class talking to him. No, she wasn’t talking. She was flirting with him. Sooyeon felt anger boiling inside of her already. She jumped up from the sofa and came up to him. “Oppa, why is it taking so long?” She clenched onto his arm with one arm and intertwined her fingers with his with other hand. “Oh, hi!” Sooyeon acted cute looking at the girl. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you come home with your brother?” She was confused. “It’s none of your business Eunjin. “ Yoongi snapped back at her. “Oppa, calm down.” Sooyeon caressed his cheek. “Let’s take our order and go to our table.” “Eh you’re right jagi. Bye Eunjin.” He took both cups of iced Americano and left Eunjin in shock.

Sooyeon was in shock too. Her heart was pounding against her chest like crazy when she heard him saying such beautiful word to her. They sat on big, red sofa and Sooyeon sat at close to Yoongi as it was possible. “Oppa…” She sang leaning to him. When he looked at her, their noses touched making both of them blush. But none of them moved away. “You must really like me. “ She smiled cutely. “You called me jagi.” Sooyeon was beyond happy. She felt butterflies in her stomach when Yoongi smiled happily at her. “I do really like you Sooyeon-ah. I hope it won’t sound creepy, but I have fallen for you. I don’t only like you. I love you. I have loved you for quite long time now.” He admitted blushing like crazy. “Omo. Oppa, since when are you so honest?” She asked playfully.  “But I have to say that I have some strong feelings to you too. I think I can even say I love you too.” Her face was on fire. Yoongi sat straight looking her in the eyes. “Are you serious?” He asked excited like little boy. Sooyeon nodded hiding her bright red face behind the curtains of her black hair.

Yoongi was on cloud nine. He thought there is no chance for him to bi in relationship with girl that he loved. He thought that she won’t love him back. Yoongi thought that no one will actually love him. But she does. And he was so thankful for that.

When Sooyeon looked up at him with shy smile and red cheeks he fell in love once again. He fell in love with her innocence and cuteness. He could look at her for hours. “Oppa, don’t stare at me like this.” She slapped his arm playfully. “I just think you’re so pretty jagiya.” Yoongi placed his palm on her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. “Thank you.” Sooyeon whispered looking him in the eyes.

After few moments she looked away at her cup. She tried to hid her embarrassment. “Sooyeon-ah?” Yoongi whispered to her. She looked back at him and their faces were inches away. He was looking deeply into her eyes. “Hm?” He murmured trying hard not to break the eye contact. “I love you.” His words were like honey to her heart. She was looking back at him in awe. No one ever told her “I love you”. No one ever made her feel  so loved before. “Will you make me the honor and let me call you my love?” He asked taking her hands in his. Sooyeon was speechless. Her heart was pounding against her chest. Butterflies were going crazy in her stomach. Her hands started trembling. “Oppa…” She whispered letting one, happy tear roll down her cheek. “You’re the first man in my life that made me feel so loved and beautiful. You are so amazing and I appreciate every second with you. “ She made a pause and connected her forehead with his. “And I have to say yes. I want oppa to be my boyfriend.”

Yoongi pulled away from her a bit and scanned her face. His eyes started traveling from her eyes to her lips and back up again. She closed her eyes and whispered “Just do it Yoongi-ah.” He didn’t need other words of courage. His lips landed perfectly and gently on her. She didn’t dare to move. She stayed still and let him do the work until she get used to it. After few brushed of Yoongi’s soft lips against her she started moving with him in sync. Sooyeon pulled away before she could get excited. “What happened?” Yoongi asked looking concerned. “I just… it felt too good…and…I just…ugh never mind.” She got frustrated and looked down.

“Hey look at me.” He placed his index finger under her chin and put her head up. “Don’t worry. It’s okay that you feel this way babycakes. I don’t blame you sweetheart.” He smiled at her warmly. “Oppa, why are you so good to me?” Sooyeon asked wrapping her arms around his neck snuggling her face into the crock of his neck. “Because you deserve being treat like princess jagiya.” He kissed her cheek putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to his chest.

Shelter Me

Title: Shelter Me 

Rating: M - for language and a tiny bit of sexy times.

Genre: Humor, Romance

Summary: Killian develops a habit of bringing home abandoned pets, he uses his pirate prowess to convince his Swan to let the animals stay. Featuring Tad Cooper, Swashbuckling Killian and sidekick Henry, and Leroy the Saboter.

A/N:  This fic was inspired by this picture, from the lovely artist @tennant-the-tigger.  A huge thank you for beta and read through to @xhookswenchx and a huge thank you for the read through and providing the title @laschatzi for this, my first ever fan fic!  Thanks also ladies for supporting me in the technical aspects as well.  


“Swan, I am keeping this old tramp, and you can’t stop me!“

 Emma’s eyes turned as big as saucers as she stared down her pirate.

 "I’m sorry love, I don’t know what came over me,” he apologized, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

 "I think you temporarily lost your mind, pirate,“ Emma replied, even though deep down she knew, if he really asked, she’d be hard pressed to find it within herself to tell him no…about anything.

 "Apologies milady,” Killian crooned in that deep timbre as he swept her into an all encompassing hug. It was worth a try, he thought.

 "Please love, can we keep him, look at those eyes,“ he pleaded.

 Emma looked down at the unkempt dog, and back up to Killian, unable to decide who looked more pathetic. "Please,” he begged once more.

 She rolled her eyes skyward, “Fine pirate, but he’s your dog and you take care of him”.

 His responding smile could’ve lit up the whole of Storybrooke. Emma secretly cherished being able to make him smile like that, her own personal smile. It made her feel as though his joy was, in some small part, due to her.

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How to Change a Fuqboi (Yoongi)

Word Count: 3,139

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

How to Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Know who (or what)* you’re dealing with

So far, we’ve attempted to conquer the “standard,” first-level fuck boy; a friend with hardly any benefits; and a #SorryNotSorry boyfriend. All of these stories have had one thing in common: some sort of ongoing relationship. But what happens when he flat out refuses to continue talking to you?

The distinct smells of the campus’s main food court float around you, baking bread, frying potatoes, boiling vegetables, salty broth, and sautéd chicken among other things.

It wasn’t the best idea, waiting until after your last class to eat. Was it.

No, I’m not poking fun at you. I’m simply calling into question your choices because I can CLEARLY hear your stomach rumbling.

Thankfully, the din of dozens of conversations drown out the sounds of your protesting stomach AND the sharp breath you inhale when you see him.

“Yoongi!” his name leaves your lips with an embarrassing amount of excitement and you forcibly restrain yourself from hurdling the tables, instead haphazardly snaking around them.

At first, he doesn’t seem to notice you, attention fixed on one of his numerous friends who keeps making pitiful attempts at catching a thrown candy in his mouth. But as you get closer and call his name again, Yoongi visibly stiffens.

“Sunbae,” you skid to a stop and dip in a polite bow, bouncing back up to search his expression, purposefully using THAT word, “I thought you said you were busy after class today.”

“I AM busy.” Yoongi’s curt tone causes a couple heads to turn in your direction.

“But you said we would hang out next time you’re free and you SEEM…”

“What? Free? Well I’m not,” his dark eyes glint with irritation.

Something ugly twists in your stomach as you search for words. Thankfully, you don’t get far, “I thought-”

“Can’t you take a hint, kid? It was ONE TIME. Stop calling me, stop texting me, I don’t WANT to talk to you,” Yoongi’s voice raises in volume until ALL of his friends have turned to ogle and snigger at the conversation, only adding to the sudden avalanche of humiliation. “Get LOST.”

“Okay,” the small squeak is the only thing that can leave your dry mouth. So with the fiery sensation of about a dozen eyes drilling into the back of your skull, you flee the food court as if they had literally burned you, hunger forgotten.

The harsh chill of early winter air immediately nips at your nose, stinging your cheeks, but does nothing to numb the emotional pain.

Feet on autopilot to the parking lot, your mind is free to either to replay Yoongi’s rejection and his friends’ derisive laughter like a cruel broken record OR, probably preferably, get lost in the pleasant memories of first meeting him.

One of your older friends, a graduate student, had invited you over for a “movie-night,” assuring you that there would only be a few people, lots of snacks, and “worst case scenario” you wouldn’t have to talk to anyone if you felt uncomfortable because there would be a film to watch.

The argument that ultimately won you over, however, was her desperate plea for assistance.

She actually got down on her knees, saying, “Jinyoung is coming and you can’t leave me alone with him! What if I do something stupid?”

At first you didn’t see how you could be helpful. At all. But after a few more scrambled appeals you finally pieced together her train of thought.

“So what you’re saying is because I’m younger and won’t know anyone, keeping me company will be a great excuse to back out of anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” you rolled your eyes, irked at the implied inferiority due to your age, but for WHATEVER reason, you agreed anyway. Such a nice doormat.

Thankfully, she hadn’t lied. The moment you arrived, you were able to pile your plate high with junk food, ignore practically everyone, and curl up on the couch. Legs tucked underneath you, body pressed as far into the cushions as possible, you attempted to make yourself scarce. Not all grad students are intimidating, snobby, and rude, but these ones definitely were. Well, at least they were feeding you?

While your friend and some of the guests debated over the movie selection, you couldn’t help but idly scan their faces, looking futilely for familiarity or even friendliness. But they all seemed to want to avoid you like the plague.


Someone entered from the kitchen and immediately, in the most ridiculously cliched way possible, your attention was drawn to him like he had your gaze on a string.

Dyed blonde hair half hidden under a black beanie framed a pale complexion, a moody expression, and a perplexingly sharp gaze, considering he looked unmistakably bored. He was wearing a red and black flannel, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, front unbuttoned to reveal a v-neck black shirt that kissed the skin just under his collar bones, and a pair of ripped black jeans. Someone clearly has a favorite color. To top it all off, he’d donned faded red converse- and despite being the only color of cloth on him that’s NOT black, it wasn’t even the same red as the flannel.

But let’s be honest, even a blind person would admit he’s attractive and there was something about his presence… an aloof cockiness that naturally, violently pulled people’s attention (namely yours) to him like gravity.

His gruff voice broke through the haze like tapping on ice, “This seat taken?”

“N-no, it’s free,” cheeks blazing, you stuttered, shifting around awkwardly, as if you needed to make room for him on the otherwise empty couch that could comfortably fit five people.

“Good,” he practically grunted, plopping down approximately in the middle of the sofa. If it had been any closer, you might have suspected he was interested in you. If it had been any further, social cues would have dictated he was definitely not. And yet there he sat. Right in the fucking middle.

Okay, yes, that last statement is me just being irritated on your behalf, but it’s not like YOU were about to set him straight.

He began to pick at the snacks on his plate absentmindedly, paying zero attention to you.

The following question flitted around in your mind like an annoying fly. If he didn’t want to talk, why ask to sit here when there were obviously other spaces available?

A greeting balanced on the edge of your tongue, but truth be told you already knew who he was. The friend who had invited you was polite enough to provide a brief description of the other prospective guests.

The last on her list had been a “Min Yoongi.”

When you asked if there was anything noteworthy about him, her only reply was, “He’s a walking trope. You’ll know him when you see him.”

If Mr. Cold Shoulder over here wasn’t the definition of “angsty young adult semi-hipster,” you would’ve just stayed quiet and minded your own business. Then again, maybe that would have been the better option because for some reason, he pulled off the stereotype perfectly and you were as vulnerable as a moth to an open flame. A bonfire sized open flame.

*Clarification: there are many types of people and obviously, some are easier to get along with or understand than others.

Step 2) Communication** is key

Talking is easy, effectively communicating is much more difficult. To get any message across, there are three components. One, you must know what you want to say. This one is relatively simple, but don’t make the mistake of being at a “loss for words.” Two, know what you want the other person to hear. Basically, what message do you want them to take away?

And lastly, but most importantly, make sure you are speaking the same “language.” I don’t mean this literally, just that it must be possible to UNDERSTAND one another.

Today, he’s decided to be gentle, probably in retribution for being so rude earlier.

Yoongi’s fingers dance at an achingly slow pace across your skin, a ballroom floor on which the couples are too caught up in the presence of each other to be attentive to the beat of the music.

You fight to keep control of your breathing, ears acutely listening for any sign that your parents have stopped watching their movie to randomly check up on you, but of course your attention falters slightly as soon as he begin toying with the hem of your skirt.

His cold digits push the material so it gathers at your hips, finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake. You’re not entirely sure whether it’s this or the thought of his dark, licentious gaze that sends a shiver down your spine as you’re too scared to actually open your eyes and meet it directly.

Battling your own body is a difficult thing to do, but you manage to pull a shaky inhale through your nose and let it out softly between parted lips as his fingers slip past the soft cloth of your underwear.

A shudder runs through your frame as he begins an aggressively slow waltz, circling at tantalizingly delicious pace, building you higher and higher until all you can think is “fuck why isn’t he using his tongue?” before tipping over the edge, every muscle in your body clenching, falling, trembling.

Your eyelids flutter open to the emptiness of your room as you ease your ragged breathing, extracting your hand from your underwear.

I guess this takes the phrase “dancing with myself” to a whole new level, huh? Sorry, the joke was there and I just- okay back to the story.

It’s not half as pleasant as when Yoongi was ACTUALLY with you, but at this point, it’s not like you can help it.

Waddling to the bathroom due to the sensitivity, you drown the last of the evidence of your little imaginary adventure in a warm cascade of water. Once your bedroom door is safely between you and your parents again, you decide to check your phone.

Still nothing, but do you really expect more? After humiliating you earlier this afternoon, maybe you DO expect an apology, but Yoongi has NEVER been the type to text back. Ever. It’s unfair, really, that he seems so detached from what you thought was a strong connection- but maybe that’s just you being oblivious and far too trusting.

As your friend finished setting up the movie and continued mingling, you sat in relatively close (yet also far) proximity to Yoongi, physically unable to tear your gaze away from him, and a grand total of seven minutes passed before he said another word to you. These came in the form of an absolutely worth waiting for, mind blowing question, “Are you going to finish those?”

He loosely gestured to the pile of sweet cakes on your plate, which you WERE fully intending on finishing, but how could you say no to a cute guy?

“No! Do you want some?”

Well, I mean I GUESS that works.

Yoongi said nothing as he relieved you of the snacks, but he did give you an excuse to start talking to him, “So… Yoongi, right?”


Pulse thundering, you waited for a few seconds, unsure whether or not he would ask for your name. Of course, he didn’t, so you tried again, “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, sunbae.”

Yes, you tacked on the honorific, hoping it would get his attention. It did.

“That’s nice,” Yoongi finally looked at you again, one of his eyebrows popping in curiosity, the corners of his lips quirking almost imperceptibly upward, and was it just me or did he get slightly closer? “Like what? There aren’t a lot of good things to say.”

For some reason, his words caused a small, pleasant tightening in your stomach.

“Well she was right. You’re kind of attractive,” you shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, lying with ease in a desperate attempt to keep his attention, because your friend had said absolutely nothing of the sort.

“Kind of?” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in challenge, but this time I’m SURE he DID get the tiniest bit closer.

“Kind of,” you agreed, toying coyly with a lock of your hair, letting out a giggle.

He let out a displeasured hum, turning his attention back to his plate. The loss hit you squarely in the chest like Yoongi had actually punched you, and you couldn’t help but scramble to maintain the conversation.

Desperately, you reached back for the thing that originally got a reaction from him, the honorific, “Does that mean you disagree, sunbae?”

You’re still not exactly sure how, but less than fifteen minutes later, you found yourself with your back pressed against the bathroom’s cold tile floor, being pounded into sweet oblivion. The two of you spent more time going at it than you did talking, but I’m not here to judge you.

His subtle charismatic gravity must have blinded you to the usual red flags: the relatively short time since you met, the place in which he chose to do the deed, and let’s not forget the fact that he didn’t even know your name. (He probably still doesn’t).

But you KNEW what kind of silent agreement you had made when he let his hand rest casually yet suggestively on your knee. You KNEW that you were as inconsequential to him as the room in which he fucked you.

And you knew how terribly infatuated you were, but who cares about consequences, right?

**Definition: COMMUNICATION (noun)- the successful conveying or sharing of ideas and feelings

Step 3) Know when to cut your losses***

Sometimes, people ARE lost causes. By this volume, you’ve no doubt figured that out. And as a friend of mine once said, “You can’t fix a fuckboy, you can only hope that they heal from whatever wound they have in their hearts.”

You had been…unfortunate enough to receive his contact information from the friend who invited you to the movie night.

So two missed calls and fifteen unanswered, left on “read” texts later, you’re humiliated to say the least. It’s only been five days since meeting him, not even a full WEEK, and you’re already a mess.

Couldn’t he at least have the decency to let you down in person? Oh wait, he DID do that.

A sad tingle runs from your heart to your fingertips- well less of a tingle and more of a numbness and your feet seem heavier than normal as you traverse the length of the campus, emotionally exhausted and simply ready to go home. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to avoid-

Your eyes lock on his familiar figure instantly.

Life can’t even keep its foot out of your ass for a single DAY?

Yoongi is sitting with his friends again, crowded around a table outside of the Natural Sciences Hall, but this time you’ve learned your lesson. There’s NO way you would ever even THINK of approaching-

“Hey Yoongi, isn’t that the girl from yesterday?” with an outburst of obnoxious laughter, the boy who had been trying to catch candy in his mouth points at you.

Aaaaaand now you’re approaching.


“Yeah, that’s her alright,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, an action that pierces you right through the core.

Your determined march skids to a rather ungraceful halt as you fight your own body to stand tall instead of tremble before him. His friends watch you with various levels of disinterest, but your attention is solely on Yoongi in his all-black, homeless hipster getup, this time only accented by those faded red converse.

He picks idly at invisible lint on his overcoat, avoiding eye contact, but of course this does not deter you from saying, “I get it. You think I’m just some desperate little girl who can’t take a hint.”

Did you REALLY just quote him?What is this? A kdrama? Are you now going to get up on your soap box and tell him all about how “wrong” he is-? Sorry! Sorry. I’ll stop. This is about you, not me.

After a few, excruciatingly long seconds tick by, Yoongi gives the DEEPEST, most fed up, award winning sigh you’ve ever heard before slowly coming to the realization that you AREN’T leaving. He rolls his gaze to you, “Am I wrong in thinking that?”

Your cheeks immediately flush in indignation, the intoxicating nature of his presence making it difficult to speak- not to mention think of a good comeback.

The answer that comes out of your mouth is a shaky, “Yes.”

Yoongi scoffs, voice raspy and tone demeaning, “Is that so?”

***Elaboration: Sometimes, losses can also be classified as gains. It simply depends on how you frame it in your mind. Mistakes can be learned from. The only true failure is the self-denial of growth.

Step 4) Give up**** and realize he’ll never change

“Yes,” you affirm with more surety than you knew you were capable of possessing at the moment. “Because I realized something.”

You have no idea where these words are coming from, but as he quirks an eyebrow at you, they seem to bubble up from a place of rising confidence, a place of a heightened sense self worth.

Maybe you finally understand that you have more value than that plate of shit he’s been offering. Maybe you have a single moment of clarity in which your head surfaces from above the murky waters of his gravitational pull.

Or maybe… you’ve just finally decided to start listening to me?

“We wouldn’t work out anyway,” you tell him with a small smile, “You’re clearly out of my league but honestly, I’m glad you’re comfortable enough with your self image to lower your standards. That takes some REAL character… but also some desperation, no? Maybe you should try and hide it a bit better just so other girls and your friends don’t find out about your LITTLE problem- oops, sorry, SUNBAE. See you around!”


You did NOT just use that dominance kink against him. SLAY, GURL, SLAY.

Yes, it had taken a moment of self deprecation, but to you, it was worth the fatal plummet of Yoongi’s ego from smug agreement to humiliated despair.

With a quick bow, you scurry away to the invigorating soundtrack of his friends’ mocking laughter and the beginnings of a heated interrogation as to the meaning of your “little problem” comment.

Ultimately, he fended off your advances like a pro fuckboy, earning his “no strings attached” and “heart breaker” badge, but damn it will take him a while to smooth that one over.

So he may have “won,” but in my book, YOU are the WINNER.

****Correction: sometimes, persistence DOES pay off.


A/N: I KNOW I KNOW THIS TOOK FOREVER. I just hated the first couple of drafts that came out and was so uninspired that it took the precious bb @roseok to finally get things in gear again. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoyed! 

NOW! Some questions regarding the next one:

(feedback is appreciated)

-I have their plots planned…a little. Would we want to see Hobi, Namjoon, or Seokjin first?

-did you like the interaction with the narrator? Or should I go back to the standard, objective “how to” manual format?

-aaaand hows the series doing overall? People seem to like it, but is there any way you think I can improve it?

If you could just take a hot second to answer those via a reply here, ask box, or direct message, it would be much appreciated. Thanks my loves xx