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The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)


You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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 before i say anything else about all my thoughts and feelings on 210…

I LOVE THAT NICOLE IS MARRIED

yes, it’s something to be talked about big time between wayhaught. yes, it’s a big ‘ol ugly secret. not technically a lie but sins of omission.. yeah yeah yeah it is what it is.

But seriously, this is something I have never witnessed be addressed in lgbt rep. It’s something I never expected to see. And it’s so personal to me.

Personal story time literally nobody asked for: I got married shortly after the repeal of DADT in Washington DC at the ripe old age of almost 20. I was young, dumb, and in the military. I was also extremely aware of the history, the battles that lead to small political victories. A lot of us were. And a lot of us did get married simply because we finally could. It was a huge deal then - not too fucking long ago.

Same thing but on a much larger scale throughout the US: after the US Supreme Court “ruled” on the federal legalization of gay marriage, a literal fuck ton of us got married just out of the sheer euphoria at the fact that we could. It was monumental for us to have this right. So, some of us (a lot of us) jumped straight (lol) for it.

Did that mean a lot of young people getting married before they were in anyway ready for marriage? yeah, big time. 

I am one of those people who is still technically married just because divorce takes time. It takes a ton of time, a decent amount of money, and a significant (excruciating) toll on a twenty-something-year-old’s heart and mind.  

So allow me, if you will, to paint you a picture. You’ve been watching the politics play out the entirety of your young adult life. You’ve got a girlfriend who you love. The battles so many generations before you have fought and died for have finally, slowly, painfully, been won. You partake in the victory not just for your life and your love, but in the name of those who have fought and died for this before you. The weight of this victory is not lost on you in the slightest. So you get married. A year (if that) later, it doesn’t work out. Like about half of all marriages, yours fails. But divorce is expensive. It’s approximately one trillion times harder to get divorced than it is to get married. So, a few years later, you’re still legally married. You’ve met the absolute love of your life, and you are still married. You still have a wife out there who you don’t talk to. You are not in each other’s lives, but you’ve got that title still.

That is my exact situation right now as I’m writing this. And I never thought I would see that issue on TV. It is a real issue in the LGBT (well let’s throw the blanket term “gay” on it as I’m talking about gay marriage in particular) community. A lot of us are in real, committed, loving relationships but we have actual spouses still. This is a real issue in so many of our lives. And idk if Emily meant to write this in because she is aware this issue effects a lot of us or not, but it’s amazing to me that I am seeing myself actually represented not just as a lesbian, but as a lesbian who rushed into a marriage.

If I went to the hospital right now at this moment in some near death situation, my actual wife would be called. My gf who I live with, have the happiest and best relationship I’ve ever been blessed with, and plan on marrying someday would most definitely be the one by my side, but my actual wife may show up. 

Now, my gf knows about my wife. She’s still my wife. I can’t call her my ex-wife yet. Not legally. I told my gf before we even started dating about my whole situation. Yeah we’re separated. Yeah, the only time we talk is about legal stuff. But the fact remains, I am a married woman.

Now, let me add something really emotional to this picture: divorce fucking sucks. When you go for a divorce, there are certain feelings that come along with it that never go away like fucking scars. You feel like a failure. You feel stupid. You feel unlovable and dirty and shameful and guilty and like you aren’t worth it. You suddenly can’t stand being around your own friends anymore because they’re married and having kids. Everything is a reminder that you failed somehow, even when you know it’s not your fault. No matter what the reason for the divorce was, you are shattered. All the love in the world from your soulmate you might find later on doesn’t totally banish those feelings. Some days, you don’t even think about it. Some days, it hits you like a sack of bricks that you weren’t worth keeping promises to. Divorce is by far the most painful experience I’ve had, and I’ve broken a lot of bones and been through my share of disowned by family, going to sleep starving shit.

So it is not crazy at all that Nicole, who fell fast and hard for a girl she did not expect in a million years to light up her life the way she did, hasn’t found the right way to bring this thing up. Wayhaught has been together how long at this point? A few months? I’m guesstimating 4 at most? I find it hard to feel any kind of mad at Nicole for not bringing this up yet. It sucks to talk about because it hurts to you, who went through the pain of a failed marriage, and you have to consider how to not hurt the other person who loves you now with the fact that you had a commitment to another person in the past. A serious, legal one. It’s a shit position to be in. It’s a nearly unwinnable situation. And it’s one that takes time to process for the other person. There is a fat chance this marriage that isn’t valid to you anymore turns off the other person because it speaks to your flaws from a time when you were young, dumb, and reckless, and promised somebody else your love. I don’t blame Nicole at all for not bringing it up yet. Maybe that’s because I know the feeling. Maybe because like, when has there been the time for such a big discussion?

Honestly, the reason I told my gf about being married when I did, the way I did, was because I was trying to keep her from liking me. When we first met, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I had just gotten out of one literally days before we met at a concert. Then she starting hanging out at my place because my roommate was dating her friend. I knew she liked me, so I gave her all the dirt on me: I’m married, I drink, I’m a writer, I’m broke, I’m medicated, I have a bad leg, all the negative things. “I’m married” is not a good way to start a conversation. That will keep the ladies away, usually. I mean, ultimately in my life, it was good to have all the bad things in my past out in the air, and our relationship is like the funniest, best love story I’ve ever seen.

But let’s look at life in fucking Purgatory. All the times both Nicole and Waverly have been attacked, been nearly dead, maybe been actually dead, been possessed. They fight demons. Their lives aren’t normal, and they are always in danger. Bringing up a topic like legal marriage? As someone who is married and has been separated for years, there are days I don’t even think about or remember that I’m married anymore. It’s just not something that’s part of your life when you get caught up in school/work/puppy training/what have you. It’s not something on Nicole’s mind always, I can guarantee you that. And when she does think, oh maybe I should bring this up now, something insane like oh, my girlfriend’s possessed takes precedence. 

That was super long and unsolicited, but I think important. Nicole has always been an important character to me, but now exponentially more so because an issue has been addressed that does touch so many queer lives. I feel represented in a way I didn’t know I needed until I saw it tonight.

I want to say that I get why some people are mad about Nicole being married, but honestly, no. Sit down. Take a look at the community around you and real issues we deal with in our real lives. If you don’t want to see the hard part of our lives portrayed, what the hell are you talking about when you cry about wanting representation? If all you want to see women kissing and smiling, go watch porn. It’s just as realistic as this “representation” you say you want. You want positive representation, that is what we are getting in a way I feel so blessed to be witnessing. We have real characters in the media reflecting real struggles. We have a bisexual woman in a small town who is extremely apprehensive and makes rash decisions because she’s been through hell. We have a lesbian with a protector impulse which makes her prone to bad judgement calls but very good at her job, and she’s got a past that echos what so many of us lesbians living in the real world are going through. So, no, sincerely reexamine what it is you want these characters to be, because it’s not good representation. It’s fake. And it’s not doing anyone any favors. 

tl;dr: Nicole is the rep of my dreams. Learn some history. Fight me.

People hold hands a lot in LOTR and it’s really nice? It’s not just Frodo and Sam, but I never noticed before this reread. Pippin just now took Gandalf’s hand, and earlier he’d taken I think Bergil’s, a kid (ten, so old enough to walk around without help) he just met, as they walked around the city. So it’s apparently not weird, it’s just a Normal Thing.

Vaguely of relevance as well is the fact that Frodo says “he is very dear to me” of Aragorn after, what, about a fortnight of knowing him. I’m not saying he doesn’t have cause; it was a very crowded and busy fortnight. I too would probably call someone very dear to me if they had saved me from dying from stabbery and guided my friends safely through the wilderness.

It’s just all those ‘my dear Sam’ and ‘I love him’ that he and Sam do, even though they’re a product of extreme circumstances, aren’t even out of line with the culture they live in. They’re still just as meaningful, and I don’t think their power is decreased by that. I just think it’s notable that this isn’t even beyond the bounds of “propriety” for really close friends in high stress situations.

This isn’t where I meant this post to go, but I think this is why this story resonated with me so hard specifically as an aro and why I still don’t ship anything romantically in the Tolkienverse, because the world of Middle Earth is one where loving your close platonic friends and companions to the point of being physically and verbally affectionate is a normal occurrence. It’s just how things are. There’s a lot to be said about the cultural implications of that vs here and now, but I’m not really in a position to say it. But I think even before I knew How I Was, I knew that friends were much more important to me than romance seemed to be. And I feel, with the preponderance of love interests in most adult fiction, like Lord of the Rings was the first Grown Up Story where I saw that aspect of myself reflected.

anonymous asked:

Oh, could you tell me which drarry fanfics are your favourite? (sorry for bothering you if you already have in the past)

OF COURSE I CAN, I am always down to spread some Drarry love around (╯✧∇✧)╯〜♡

(and it’s never a bother for me to rec fics, you needn’t apologize!)

Sara Holmes’ stuff is what first got me hooked on Drarry, I have read literally everything Drarry she has written; unfortunately her fanfiction.net account was hacked awhile ago and all her fics were deleted, and I don’t think she’s uploaded the entirety of her HP oeuvre to AO3 yet, which hugely sucks for me because I sincerely love her stuff and love re-reading it from time to time. I think Mental is her big classic (it’s also the piece that converted me to Drarry in one fell swoop)

Cheryl Dyson’s stuff is just super super cute, I’ve read and re-read p much her entire body of work to kind of an obsessive degree (●´□`)♡

Saras_Girl writes amaaazingly intricate worlds that feel super organic, with characters that feel extremely well-rounded with a lot of nuance and dimension. Her stuff can get long, but it’s always worth it! Turn and All Life is Yours to Miss are absolutely amazing, and I’m really looking forward to re-reading them whenever I have free time ;u; her Turn!verse has one of my favorite written Ginny’s, and the way Saras_Girl writes Ginny’s divorce with Harry is just so beautifully heartfelt and sympathetic; she does an amazing job of writing both Harry and Ginny as two people who still care for each other, and are trying their best to be happy, and also to be happy for each other.

who_la_hoop’s stuff is always gold, I love her sense of humor and her style of writing; her dialogue and banter never fails to make me actually laugh out loud. Hot and Cold has some of my favorite lines uttered by a snarky!Draco, and her fic Tea and No Sympathy is probably my current favorite Drarry fic for how beautifully written, well-paced, funny, heartwarming, and downright adorable it is. Also, her Draco in that one is just so beautifully crafted with all his nuances and flaws, and the way he grows as a character throughout the story is like watching a flower blossom (*꒦ິㅿ꒦ີ)

(Also, I just finished reading Written on the Heart a day or two ago and it’s a really satisfying slow burn 8th year fic with lots of banter and interhouse Slytherin friendships (which is my favorite (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ ), with probably my absolute favorite iteration of Blaise)

(I intend to do so much fanart of who_la_hoop’s version of Blaise in the future, haha)

Lettered’s The Boy Who Only Lived Twice is another favorite of mine, though I haven’t reread it in awhile (I’m waiting for more time to pass so I can have a fresher read because I am a dork like that)

birdsofshore is another author I really love, she just has such a way with words and so much style in her writing! She can switch moods at the drop of a dime in a really skillful, cohesive manner that makes her writing really fun to read. I just finished Aural Gratification and it’s so tongue-in-cheek that I couldn’t stop laughing p much the entire time I was reading it

zeitgeistic writes the theory behind how magic works amaaazingly, she puts so much thought into it and makes it so fascinating and tangible. Azoth is an amazing read for this and really makes you appreciate just how much potential there is in the HP universe for developing the inner workings of magic and how much life that can bring to a story.

firethesound’s A Convenient Impracticality I also love a ton, I am a huge sucker for Harry and Draco hooking up while being too emotionally stupid to know what they mean to each other, causing all kinds of misunderstandings that leads to convoluted scheming (I am actually on the lookout for more fics like that if anyone has some good recs (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡) 

Also Kreacher and Harry’s relationship in this might just be my favorite thing ever??? I would happily read a 200k+ gen fic just about firethesound’s Harry and Kreacher escalating their passive aggressive shenanigans to really ridiculous levels.

..Um, I’m probably going to stop here because this post is getting way too long, haha. This is by no means a comprehensive list of Drarry that I think is worth reading!! It’s really only the tip of the iceberg and just what I can remember immediately off the top of my head because these are the fics I’ve most recently re-read; I actually feel really guilty because I know I am for sure forgetting some pretty amazing authors who have played a huge part in permanently shaping my own headcanons for Draco and Harry. u____u;; 

I also tend to gravitate towards happy fluff so the majority of this list is fics with gooey happy endings, but Drarry is also a great vehicle for hurt/comfort/darker fic, and there’s some really stellar stuff out there in that vein. @capiturecs (who is an absolute saint) has an amazingly detailed drarry rec list that’s sorted by genre / subject / word count / etc. ; I reference it whenever I’m looking for something new to read but don’t know where to start looking!

I hope this was helpful! Have fun going on a nutso Drarry binge where days of your life inexorably slip by in blurry haze that you emerge from in a grizzled stupor (⋈◍>◡<◍) ノ 。✧♡ *✧ ✰ 。*  

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Tuesday, February 23.

Chemistry notes.🔬 Today it’s raining again YESSS. ☔💙 My cousin invited me to watch a play with her tonight and I really want to go but I feel guilty for going out instead of studying? I’m sure you guys know what I’m talking about. I spent the last weekend studying all day so I feel like I deserve it but I still feel uncomfortable urghh I don’t know.

THINGS I LEARNED DURING MY GAP YEAR

hi everybody! it’s definitely been a while, huh? i hope everyone is well and has been/ is studying hard for their end of year exams! good luck!

since my gap year is coming to an end, i decided i wanted to make a few posts about it to help some of you guys, who have been asking me about my experience, out. these are a few things i’ve learned during my gap year.

► it’s ok to be the only one taking a gap year

this was a really big thing for me. no one i knew decided to take one at the end of our secondary school career. i was the only person in my big old school, as for as i’m aware of, that chose to do so. i have to admit it’s really weird to be the only one in your friend group not going to university and experiencing that exciting time. in belgium it really isn’t a common thing to do either. especially not after secondary school. but! and this is a big but: you will. a gap year doesn’t mean you’re never going to go to uni/ college and experience the same as your friends! it’s a year out to work or discover what you really want to do in life. and if it just so happens you find out you prefer working straight away, that’s totally cool! whatever suits you! i just hope my friends learn to accept others who choose to work instead of studying instead of making them feel like they’re just too “dumb” for uni/college. we all choose different paths in life. let’s all try to live with that.

► keep yourself busy

one of the things most adults told me was to keep myself busy during my gap year, because otherwise i’d become incredibly lazy. for my part, this is so true. there were a few weeks at the start of october that i wasn’t working, and i became such really lazy. i slept in almost every day and i didn’t feel motivated to do anything. i also felt quite isolated and lonely. you don’t have to work to keep yourself busy though! you could travel, pick up a hobby, get better at something you’ve already learned, etc. as long as you’re keeping yourself busy and making the most out of your gap year! why would you be taking one otherwise?

► you will lose friends and make new ones

don’t be afraid of the fact you’ll eventually lose some old friends. the people who don’t invest in your friendship as much as you do don’t deserve you honestly! i started feeling lonely too, since a few of my friends never made any effort to keep in contact with me, or meet up with me, even though i tried time and time again. it’s totally normal and will happen to everyone.this doesn’t mean you should just give up on all your friendships though! but trust me: you’ll know what i’m talking about at some point in your life. at work i met a group of really great young people like me, and we have become a really close group of friends. we take out breaks together, go out after work and hang out on our days off. they’ve really given me the kind of friendship i was looking for, and i’m really grateful for that.

► don’t feel so guilty about having fun

this was a biggie for me. i can’t really explain it, but i started feeling guilty about having so much fun. in school there weren’t that many times i went out or hung out with my friends because i was focusing on studying, so whenever i made plans this year, i felt really weird about it. almost as if i was having too much fun? this is a really silly feeling and i’ve learned to let that part of me go. it’s important to bond with your friends and yourself by exploring places and making memories. don’t feel bad about it.

► money, money, money

i think everyone has a hard time figuring out how to budget and save the first time round. (if not: you should write a book for all of us who did struggle!) i’m in a position where i can save a very large part of my money each month because i only pay my parents a little each month. keeping in mind, my goal was double of what i started with, i’m incredibly close. i’m using all my money to pay for my tuition fees for 2 years and part of my rent, so i’m doing a great job so far, even if i do say so myself.  it’s not so easy for others, and it’s so normal to struggle if you’re not used to working and earning a steady income each month. don’t be too hard on yourself about this: you’re young and clueless.

► in the end: it’s only one year

it’s really easy to get it into your head that this year is going to be hard and will feel like it lasts forever, but time honestly flies. when i first starting on the first of july time seemed to go so slowly. every day seemed to last an age, and i wondered what it would feel like to only have a few months left. i’m at that stage now, and every day seems to fly by. i was told it would take me six months to get used to working, but it only took me 3. by the time october came around i was so used to getting up at a certain time, finishing at 6pm, coming home, eating, practicing on the piano and going to bed. it doesn’t seem that exciting, but we’re all creatures of habit and routine. i feel like i’ve changed a lot as a person, but also like i haven’t at all. in some aspects i’m much wiser, but at the same time i still feel like a lost kid. a year really isn’t a long time at all. 

those were just some things i’ve learned so far. i still have a total of 9 weeks left until i’m packing up and flying to barcelona to start an incredibly exciting chapter of my life. who knows what will happen! i’ll be making a few more posts about gap years, so if you’re interested in taking one, just keep an eye out!

lots of love, lou.

Imagine falling in love with Jensen while working on the set of Supernatural.


Only You

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, mention of Danneel

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the SIXTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for @blacktithe7 I really don’t know where this came from. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.

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Late Night Call

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Request: Can you do one with Shawn being upset while touring? xx

Word Count: 1,375

Late night call

You were brutally pulled away from your – otherwise – rather heavy sleeping when an annoying buzzing sounded from the bedside table. You pushed up your heavy, sleepy body with your elbows, looking around the dark room.

You rubbed your sore eyes quickly, before gazing over at the clock. 4:23 AM.

Who on earth calls at this time of the freaking hour?

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marlene-fletcher  asked:

what if before spiderman or deadpools identities are revealed keith/spiderman has a huge crush on lance and lance/deadpool has a thing for spiderman but keith just sees deadpool as a big mouth merc and lance just sees keith as some introverted emo and so of course this results in pining idiots... sorry;;

Mmm smth like that! Of course people can play with this au however they like but here is how i see it..

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anonymous asked:

So how do you really feel about the whole thing? Like where do you stand?

Alright, this is my take on it, this is how I feel, and frankly, I don’t care what the rest of fandom thinks so there ya go.

Personally, I feel like they both fucked up. Something was lost in translation, and they’re both guilty of their own demons in this. Before Ohm even said anything, he was filtered out of Bryce’s comments, so that means something was going on before hand. Whether that be with what I said about fans previously, or something else, who knows? 

Ohm has since clarified that he wasn’t throwing shade at Bryce. I don’t know if you lot have fucking forgot, but Ohm has an eating disorder. He forgets to eat because his body has adjusted from the time he was homeless, to not being able to afford food every day. That being said, with everything going on with Toonz and now Bryce, Ohm probably felt the need to throw in his point that it’s okay if you’re not ripped, that there is more to being healthy than just eating right and the physical aspect. That getting a six pack won’t automatically make you healthy, you can be ripped and still be sick as hell. Too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Ohm wasn’t trying to pick fights, but he was speaking out for the people who may be struggling, people who look at Toonz and Bryce and see the amount of progress they’ve made in such a short amount of time and feel like they aren’t doing enough or that they aren’t good enough. 

Bryce started the shit show with assuming that Ohm was being rude to him. Instead of DMing him and asking what he meant by all that, Bryce took it upon himself to make it public that he felt like Ohm was throwing shade. But Bryce is the angel, the goody two shoes of the group that can do no wrong evidently. Ohm isn’t necessarily innocent either when Bryce initially responded Ohm should have said what he just posted immediately. Then the thing with Toonz happened. At this point you have fans, hundreds of people coming at Ohm, demanding he apologize, you have fans fight fans trying to keep the peace and just wanting people to let things be and let them figure it out. 

Toonz has been “picking” on Bryce the last few days, he made a comment about Bryce’s new twitter icon saying he “looks like a cancer survivor” and then on the video itself, made a comment “you look like a Holocaust survivor”. Bryce joked back on both of those, at least liked the comment on his video. Well this was tweeted at Toonz, and he retweeted it making fun of the pause game, and Ohm responded about how Bryce got pissed at him but is okay with being called a Holocaust survivor. To which I agree with Ohm, that’s some backwards fucking logic, and I would be pissed about it too. As for Ohm blocking Bryce, Bryce had him filtered out first, so technically Bryce did block Ohm first, and is playing the victim. 

So where do I stand? In the fucking middle. I sympathize more with Ohm because he is getting the short end of the stick here. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but everyone is making him out to be the villain. It’s the same shit I saw with the whole Toonz vs Terroriser drama months back. Neither are in the clear, they aren’t, but fans are making it 100x worse than it needs to be. How the fuck would you feel if someone misrepresented you and your notifications blew up with hundreds of people calling you a monster? Saying they have no respect for you? That they’re unsubbing? That you are rude and need to apologize? His heart was in the right place, he misspoke, but guys, twitter isn’t like Tumblr, I can make these long ass posts, twitter you have 140 characters to get a point across and nobody likes a chain thread! Ohm tried to keep it sweet and to the point and he’s being attacked for speaking up for people who have eating disorders, people who can’t gain or lose weight, people who are suffering from depression, anxiety, people who are skin starved. 

He didn’t get it across correctly but he didn’t mean any harm in it. I’m disgusted how fast fandom will jump ship and start full on war with itself, over a guy who has done nothing but been nice and supportive. Use your fucking brains, stop being sheep, and stop sticking your fucking nose where it doesn’t belong. I don’t care if Ohm apologizes or not, I don’t care if Bryce does or not, I don’t care if they start playing together or never again. I don’t care because it’s their life, their personal lives. So while I do stand in the middle, I will defend Ohm because fuck you all for being so damn quick to stab him in the back.

you never need to carry more than you can hold

Birthday fic for @whoacanada.  

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               It takes four pies and more loaves of bread than fit onto the counter for Bitty to admit he’s stressed. He knows he’s in denial, but he really thought that avoiding his problems with baking was something he would grow out of by the time he’s graduated.

               He’s been wrong about a few things lately.

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Some things that bother me about the story at this point:

I know I’m so gonna be hated for at least two specific points but I really need to talk about it in order to clear my mind a bit so here we go (contains spoilers of ch. 56).

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Yoongi Scenario: Breathe Into Me.

Request: yoongi scenario when you are dating and have a huge fight because he was suspicious of you cheating on him, but it was actually a gross guy that had been trying to make a move on you, you had been trying to handle the thing on your own because yoongi was always busy, and just that day you had slapped the guy because he tried to touch you and you were going to tell yoongi before he accused you of cheating so you got mad and fought then you leave your shared apartment and yoongi doesn’t stop you but your car brakes he comes to save you in the night and you have a talk at the back seat, say you don’t want to keep fighting with him for a gross guy and yoongi dries your tears and hug you, apologizes so you end up telling him about the harrass you’ve been through and he swears to protect you form the guy! sorry this is hella long

Genre: Romance / Drama.


You looked behind your shoulder as you spoke with your friend, you were in your room in the phone and just heard the door. Yoongi was home. You were in the middle of a conversation but you didn’t want your boyfriend to hear what you were saying.

-No, he’s still… I don’t know what to do anymore, he’s just everywhere- you said finishing your last sentence. -Listen, I really have to go, he’s here-

You were talking with a friend about your current situation, one that your boyfriend had no clue about and for the moment you weren’t planing on telling him.

-Alright bye- you said laying down on bed putting the phone on your lap as you had been just resting distractedly.

The door of your room opened just seconds later and he came in, he was tired you could see that in his face and his body posture but he still frowned a little when he saw you.

-Hi…-

-Hello babe-

Yoongi walked closer looking around the room, back at the door and at his surroundings. -I thought I heard you speaking-

-Me?- you tightened the grasp on your phone and he noticed, goddammit. -Yeah, I was talking to a friend-

-Yeah?- he said not quite buying it, but cautious, you stared up at him as he stood just by your side of the bed. -You have been doing that a lot lately-

You faked a little laugh. -Can’t I have friends Mr. Grumps?-

Your teasing with that pet name you used to get some laughs out of him more often than not didn’t work.  -Of course you can, I’m not your father to forbid you anything…. as long as they stay like that, friends- he said a little lower giving his back to you walking to the closet but you still heard him and the implication hurt you.

-What are you saying?-

-I said what I said- he repeated still giving you his back as he undressed and searched for a pajama short.

-It’s just my friend, you know her, Goohye- you said watching him dressing and when he turned around you could only stare at him for a few seconds.

-Goohye is rather chatty lately-

You swallowed and kept your straight face as good as you could, Goohye wasn’t the one texting you and calling you always, although you were indeed talking to her recently, but Yoongi couldn’t know that.

-She is- you replied stubbornly.

Yoongi stared hard at you by the edge of the bed, it was so hard to fool him, it made you feel guilty and then Yoongi wasn’t easily fooled.

-Y/N- he pronounced your name gravely. -Don’t lie to me- the phrase came out as a warning, not an accusation. It hurt you that he actually thought you could be able to do such thing, but then you were being pretty secretive about the whole thing. 

-I’m not lying Yoongi, please stop it, I don’t know why you want to argue when there’s nothing to argue about-

Yoongi clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything else.

He laid down after turning off the lights, at first you felt him so far apart you wanted to cry, you were going through so much and although it was your choice not to tell him it still hurt you his distance.

You gave him your back not baring to see him do so and then his arms surprised you, clutching your body and pulling you to his chest in a possessive embrace. He was also hurting, you were going to have to put an end to the harassment for good.

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Do You Want Me to Teach You?  (Park Jimin Smut)

Originally posted by ki-raa

Rating: R/M

Word Count: 4246 

Warnings: oral sex… that’s pretty much it, nothing too wild…

Description: Okay, so maybe you had a little crush on your best friend Jimin. And maybe you sometimes has wet dreams about your best friend Jimin. And maybe you did get a little hot because of your best friend Jimin. Okay, so maybe you really wanted Park Jimin to be with you, romantically and sexually. Just maybe…

A/N: Y/B/F = your best friend and the bold and italic text is your text messages to your friend


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anonymous asked:

do you know any welsh myths? i feel like it would be fitting to have one of those!

I haven’t done anything Welsh yet, which I feel is basically just taunting my ancestors at this point, so I will grant your request. However, I’ve done it in a really arse about face kind of way, and instead of choosing one of Wales’ myriad beautiful and bizarre myths, I’ve given you a culturally appropriated folklore turned piece of false history. I hope this satisfies your Welsh craving. 

There are lots of Welsh names as well as historical information and comparative lore under the Read More, if that helps at all. If you don’t want to read the poorly retold tale of a trusty hound, a legally useless baby and an improbable wolf, then press J on your keyboard to skip it as this is a long post!

Dogs are Shit at Babysitting

A long long time ago, in a time when Wales is an actual place which isn’t just ruled by the apathetic heir to the English throne, there dwells a guy named Llywelyn. Actually, there are about 6,000 guys named Llywelyn because it is a confusingly popular name, but this Llywelyn is the main Llywelyn, because his name is Llywelyn Fawr, which means Llywelyn the Great, and there is no Llywelyn the Best, or even a Llywelyn the Slightly Better. He is also basically the ruler of all of Wales, which sounds really impressive until you remember that Wales is about the size of a thimble and is mostly just fields. Anyway, at the time of this story, Llywelyn has recently become the father to an absolutely incredible baby boy, whose mother was really inconsiderate and died in childbirth. Now, this kid must be literally the best baby ever, because even though he’s illegitimate and therefore can’t be Llywelyn’s heir, making him about as useful as a Human Rights charter at a UKIP convention, Llywelyn doesn’t just fuck off. Instead, he decides to be a thoroughly modern man and take care of the baby himself. He really goes all out with it, too. Like, he moves himself into this shitty castle in the arse end of nowhere, presumably telling his wife that he’s, you know, communing with nature or working on his aura or something, and he becomes the great dad that he has no interest in being to any of his other litters of illegitimate offspring.

He’s not alone, however, because living in a huge castle with just an infant would get kind of boring, once the novelty of cleaning up sick and washing nappies wore off. No, Llywelyn takes his best bro with him: the one friend who’s stuck with him through thick and thin; the pal who’d never judge him for leaving his wife and heir to shack up with a technically useless illegitimate baby. The name of this astonishingly faithful friend is Gelert, and also he has four legs. Not because he’s some sort of mystical sprite, but because he is a dog, and dogs quite often have four legs. As far as dogs go, Gelert is definitely in the uppermost percentile. He’s probably in the top ten. He’s just an all-round A+ canine companion. He was given to Llywelyn as a wedding gift by his father-in-law, King John ‘if I kick my illegitimate daughter Joan out to marry Llywelyn and live in Wales, is that a good enough excuse to ransack the place and raze it to the goddamn ground, leaving it as nothing but a heap of charred remains next to the glorious rolling hills’ of England, which means that of all the things that Llywelyn’s father-in-law gave him on his special day, Llywelyn valued the dog over his wife. Which is fine actually, because they got married when Llywelyn was 31 and Joan was 12, so they probably didn’t have that much in common anyway.

Anyway, Llywelyn and Gelert are totally inseparable. There’s probably entire montages of the two of them just being adorable best friends, with them running down hills in slow motion and sniffing flowers, and Llywelyn sitting in front of a roaring fire and nursing his baby with a plastic teat while Gelert rests faithfully at his slipper-clad feet, and Gelert baring his teeth and snarling as he loyally rips the throat out of the bunny that Llywelyn is hunting, and it’s all lovely and very Lassie-esque. The two of them live with Llywelyn’s pointless illegitimate offspring in their empty castle surrounded by woodland and emptiness, and it’s all just excellent.

One day, Llywelyn is invited to go out on a lads’ hunting trip (basically the equivalent of a boys only trip to Magaluf in those days) with some visiting noblemen and, being a single dad, he naturally leaps at the chance to wear a fancy coat and maybe show off his abs a bit and just fucking kill some shit for fun. However, there’s one slight flaw in the plan, and that’s the fact that living in a castle on a hill in the middle of nowhere does rather limit his babysitting options. There’s no convenient teenage girl called Carly who just wants to make enough money to go to Coachella this year and also prove to her mother that she’s responsible. Not even one. So, Llywelyn improvises, and he decides that the best thing to do would be to just get his best friend to cover for him. But it’s fine, because he doesn’t do anything bizarre like ask Gelert to babysit or anything. That would be weird. He’s just like “look, I’m going on a hunt with the lads, and of course you’re invited because you’re an absolutely stellar hunting hound, but I need you to just check that the castle is safe from, like, random wolves. I have a very real fear of wolves in my castle. I would not like that at all. This castle has historically been a wolf-free zone, and I really plan on keeping it that way. I don’t want to tarnish my perfect track record of zero wolf-related incidents within these walls. Can you do that for me?” and Gelert probably does that thing that dogs do when they silently commune with your soul to convey a wordless message of complete obedience, and Llywelyn beams and says “great, I’ll just go and set some stuff up with the lads and I’ll call you once you’ve had a chance to completely safeguard the life of my defenceless newborn son against improbable wolves,” and Gelert barks and wags his tail and Llywelyn goes off to sharpen his sword in preparation for manly violent japes, then joins his group of hunt-ready friends in the woods.

After a little while, Llywelyn decides that it’s probably been long enough for Gelert to perform all his rigorous security checks, and besides, the lads are getting restless with slaughter cravings, so Llywelyn blows on his super rad hunting horn and waits for a few minutes for Gelert to appear, but much to Llywelyn’s chagrin, Gelert remains about as absent as Llywelyn’s paternal skills. All of Llywelyn’s manly hunting companions sigh, and they’re like “look, Llywelyn, he’s not coming, can we just go already? We came here to metaphorically shoot the shit and literally kill tiny animals, and we’ve all shot about as much shit as we can handle.” Llywelyn just sort of looks worriedly over his shoulder at the castle in the distance, and he says “can we just wait a few minutes, guys? Maybe his alarm didn’t go off or something, he’s probably just getting ready. Let me blow my phallic horn again,” and so he blows his hunting horn again and waits for his trusty hound, all expectant and wide-eyed, but Gelert still doesn’t appear. At this point, his slaughter-hungry menfolk are just groaning and tutting and making their horses trot around in bored circles and talking about how they could totally be piercing the flesh of some innocent animals right now, and eventually Llywelyn just gives up and says “OK, fine, we’ll have to go without him, but we’re not going to have a good time, and we’re all going to feel really guilty about it, so I hope you’re happy,” and his fellow hunters just nod briskly and they’re all “we’re 100% happier at the promise of dead rabbits, now let’s go and establish man as one of the dominant ruinous forces of nature!” and off they go to, like, slaughter badgers and shit. I don’t know what animals are native to Welsh woodland. Maybe a red squirrel or two. Possibly a heron.

When they’ve finished their testosterone-fueled bout of merciless animal slaughter, Llywelyn and the lads trail back to the castle to drink alcohol and talk about how rad the whole thing was. However, when they get to the castle, the first thing Llywelyn notices is that all the furniture has been thrown everywhere, and there’s blood all over the walls. It basically looks like there’s been a horrific incident at IKEA, with entrails splattered all up the ceiling and bits of things that should definitely be on the inside, but are now very much on the outside of who or whatever they once belonged to. Immediately, Llywelyn draws his sword and he’s like “something has gone very amiss here, I suspect wolves,” and one of his companions whispers “it would be a very good idea to try and find your son, because I have a sneaking suspicion that he probably couldn’t take a wolf in a fight, mano a mano” and Llywelyn nods sagely and is about to give some orders when another one of his companions pipes up “no, it’s cool, I’ve found your son, he’s not here” and Llywelyn is like “how have you found him if he’s not here?” and the man points at the corner of the room, where Llywelyn’s son’s crib is overturned in a pool of blood, and next to it lies the sleeping Gelert, whose jaws are covered in blood and guts, and Llywelyn’s heart just sinks.

He turns to his hunting lads and says “lads, you don’t want to see this,” and they’re like “ooh, are you going to mercilessly slaughter your dog, because we absolutely live for that shit and we totally want to see that,” and Llywelyn just fixes them with a stern glare and they all scarper, and he closes the door behind them and turns back to Gelert, who’s woken up at this point and is sitting up, wagging his tail. Llywelyn just lets rip at him, all “I trusted you! I appointed you royal babysitter, and this is how you repay me? By murdering my baby? This is not what I didn’t pay you for! All those times we frolicked in the woods around the bodies of our fresh kills – did all that mean nothing to you? I can’t believe this, you’re the worst friend ever, and one of my bros once boned my wife in our marital bed, so that’s really saying something,” and Gelert just sits there, because he is a dog and doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on. Then, Llywelyn fixes his old friend with a remorseful look and says “it’s really partly my own fault, I should have got a registered babysitter and also probably a human one, but you did eat my son, so I feel like you should also take some of the responsibility here,” and Gelert wags his tail a bit and Llywelyn is like “I thought I’d finished my ceaseless rampage of animal murder for the day, but clearly I was wrong,” and he just plunges his sword right into Gelert’s body, and Gelert makes a noise that can only be described as a death yelp, and dies.

Almost immediately this really high pitched wailing starts up, and Llywelyn looks around in fright, then makes the somewhat belated decision to pick up the upturned crib, and there, absolutely pristine despite the pool of blood around the crib, is his baby son, still alive and pink and healthy and other things that babies generally should be when they haven’t been eaten by dogs. Then Llywelyn notices that there’s also a massive dead wolf in the corner of the room, and it’s almost certainly been there the entire time because dead wolves tend to have difficulty with locomotion, and he realises that he clearly has the observational skills of a mushroom because the blood is clearly the wolf’s and not his son’s, and he drops his sword and it clatters to the floor, mixing Gelert’s blood with what he now knows to be the blood of the improbable wolf, and he falls to the floor in a heap of anguish and probably embarrassment and starts crying in a really manly fashion, because he’s just killed his absolute best bro for nothing.

When he’s finished weeping for the time being, he picks up the body of Gelert and starts whispering to it, like “I misjudged you so hard, you were the best babysitter ever, I’ve never had a babysitter rip a wolf’s throat apart with their teeth to protect my baby son before, I would have given you some Pedigree Chum instead of a cruel and untimely death if I’d realised,” and then has a brilliant idea as to how he can pay tribute to his late canine companion. He carries Gelert outside, burying him at the top of a high mound so that everyone who comes by – statistically, likely no-one ever – will know about the bravery of Gelert and the perils of freelance babysitting without a written contract.

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Finally ♡ Ethan

Summary: Ever since you were little you had the biggest crush on Ethan and when the twins leave to pursue their dream you think you’ll never see them again. After years you reunite and you realize your feelings never changed. But how does Ethan feel about you? (Warning: ends a little smutty.)

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You could remember the time that Grayson, Ethan, Cameron and you were really close. You could remember all the times you played hide and seek almost like it was yesterday. When you were little you were neighboors for over more than ten years.

You guys did everything together. When the Dolan family moved away it felt like it was the end of the world for you. The reason why you thought you could never be happy again, was Ethan. Ethan Grant Dolan.

While you grew up together you slowly developed a big crush for Ethan and those feelings never really gone away; even when he moved to another place and you were certain you would never see him again. Of course you never told him you liked him, afraid that you would get rejected and that it would ruin your friendship.

Sometimes, but only sometimes, you thought that Ethan felt the same way about you. But you were never really sure and because you were too afraid to tell him you never found out. After Grayson and Ethan moved away to pursue their dreams, you regretted that you never told him. Perhaps it could have worked out between you two.

Seeing them become really famous and staying the same person as they were when they were younger made you the proudest friend in the whole world. But from time to time you felt a little sad too. If you had told him you like him then maybe, just maybe, you could have experienced all these amazing things with them.

Through the years you had stayed close with Cameron. When she offered to let you stay a few weeks at her house in the summer you decided to visit her. Grayson and Ethan had also returned for the summer to spend time with their family and friends, so it was a great opportunity to see if you still liked Ethan. You probably did. But you had the feeling that things had changed between you and he just saw you as a friend, nothing more. You guess you would find out soon enough…

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‘Oh my God! I’m so excited you’re here, Y/N. It has been ages. How are you?’ Cameron asks with a big smile on her face. Her eyes were sparkling and her skin was glowing; she looked stunning - as always. She leans in for a hug and holds you tight. You felt so happy; it was almost as you were home again after years of being away. When she pulls back to look at you, you can’t help but see the person she was ten years ago. As if she had never changed.

'I’m very good, Cam. I passed all my exams and everything is great at home. I feel so happy! And you?’ 'I’m good, thanks! How does it feel to be back here again?’ Cameron asks. You sigh. 'Oh, it feels as if I’m home again and nothing has changed. I love it,’ you respond.

Cameron giggles. 'Glad to hear that. So, should we go and see where the boys are? I think that they’ll go crazy when they see you. I haven’t told them anything about you visiting Jersey again.’ 'Yeah, sure! I’m kinda nervous, though,’ you chuckle. You try to swallow the lump in your throat. 'Naw, you don’t have to, Y/N. I’m sure it’ll be a nice surpirse. Come on.’

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It was a hot summer day. Ethan and Grayson were outside, swimming and chilling at the pool. You weren’t sure you could handle Ethan with wet hair and only wearing a bathing suit because only the thought of that made you weak, but you had to. As you walk with Cameron over the soft grass towards the boys, you felt the burning sun on your shoulders.

'E, Gray! Look who’s here!’ Cameron yells halfway. Ethan and Grayson turn their heads, and jump off from their sunbeds when they see your presence. The first thing you notice when you stand in front of them, is how tall and big they are. Holy shit, they looked so different than from the pictures you had seen on Instagram.

'Eeeeh…?’ Grayson hesitates, not knowing what to say. It was clear he didn’t know who you were. Ethan also looked like you were some kind of stranger. 'Hey,’ you greet them awkwardly. It is quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from the whistling birds in the trees.

'It’s Y/N!’ Cameron breaks the silence, raising her hands in the air. 'Oh!’ Grayson and Ethan say in unison. Their suddenly changed face expressions would have been hilarious if this wasn’t the most awkward situation which you had ever found yourself in. They looked at you so much different now, which made things even more uncomfortable.

Finally Grayson’s lips curl into a big smile. 'Y/N! How are you?!’ Grayson takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you. 'I haven’t seen you in so long.’ 'Yes, I’m fine, thank you Gray. So, what’s up?’

Grayson holds you for a second before he takes a step back, his hands placed on your shoulders. He shrugs and laughs. 'Oh, nothing much, really. I’m very glad to be back in Jersy though, and it’s so nice that you’re here too!’

'Thanks, I’m happy to be here as well.’ Grayson takes a step aside to make place for his brother and there he stands; Ethan Dolan. The most handsome and cutest boy to ever exist; right there, in front of you. 'Y/N,’ he says. He just stood there, as if his feet were frozen. Why didn’t he move? Did you look so hideous that he couldn’t hug you? Or shake your hand, for God’s sake?

'Hey, E,’ you say quietly. After what seemed like an eternity Ethan walks up to you. He bores his eyes into yours before he leans in and gives you a hug. Although he smelled heavenly and his arms felt like you wanted to be in them forever, the situation was still kind of awkward. And he didn’t hug you like Grayson did.

Ethan let’s go of you after like three seconds, and after that he refuses to look at you. You didn’t know what to think. You felt hurt. Really hurt. The fact that they didn’t even recognized you felt like someone had stabbed you in the back. How?! You guys had practically lived together for more than ten years.

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The four of you had just ate dinner, which Grayson had made. The food was pretty good but you couldn’t really focus on what you were eating. All you thought about was how extremely good Ethan looked and how sad it was that he didn’t had recognized you.

It was as if all the memories you had made together were forgotten. And the thing that hurt you the most was the fact dat Ethan barely looked at you or spoke with you. Maybe he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore.

Grayson on the other hand was really sweet and funny and was asking all types of questions about your life. He was really interested in your life and how you were doing. Secretly you hoped Ethan would do that too. But unfortunately, he didn’t. And it hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

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It was late in the evening and you were planning on going to bed. But since it was still very hot outside and you were thirsty you decided to drink a glass of cold water before you got ready for bed. It was almost completely dark in the kitchen, but you didn’t know where the light button was.

Luckily the cups were in the same kitchen cabinet on the same shelf as they were when you were little. And since there was a light in the fridge it wasn’t very hard to grab a bottle of water. When you close the fridge a big and dark figure stands in front of you, and you almost got a heart attack.

'Aaah!’ you scream loudly. Suddenly you can’t feel your legs anymore and if it wasn’t for a strong pair of arms who grabbed you, you would have fallen onto the floor.

'Oh my gosh,’ you hear Ethan’s worried voice very close to your face as he carries you to the couch. He places you gently between the pillows while you quickly grab one, as if you would you fall of the couch if you hadn’t something to hold on to.

You let out a deep, frustrated sigh. 'Ethan! What the hell! What are you doing here?’ After he had put on the light he comes sitting next to you. 'I-I’m sorry for scaring you. That really wasn’t my intention.’ 'You better be sorry. You almost gave me a heart attack!’ you respond, a hand on your chest.

He looked so guilty that you almost felt sorry for him. It would have been funny if it really didn’t feel like your heart was going to pop out. 'I know. I’m really sorry,’ Ethan apologizes again, placing his hand on your thigh. You push it away. 'What is it?’ you ask, not doing any effort to hide the irritated tone in your voice.

'I need to talk to you about something… I want to say sorry for earlier today… I really didn’t recognize you.’ He bites his lips as he looks at you, his eyebrows frowned. You stand up and fold your arms against your chest.

'Yeah, I think I already understood that. It’s good to know that our friendship didn’t mean anything to you. God, I have known you for almost all my life, E! How could you not remember me?’ Ethan stands up as well. 'Of course I remember you! And I said I’m sorry, Y/N!’

He seemed to tower over you now, which was pretty intimating. 'Sometimes sorry isn’t good enough,’ you whisper, refusing to look at him this time. Suddenly a tear drops onto your arm, and you angrily wipe the one that was following from your cheek. Ethan wasn’t allowed to see you cry. He wasn’t going to know how much he had hurt you.

'Y/N….’ Ethan says, his voice in so much pain that it broke your heart. How could you still be in love with this boy? 'Please, let me explain,’ he begs. You shake your head and turn around to go upstairs, to cry in silence, but Ethan grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

'Let me go,’ you say angrily. You looked at him. 'No, not before you let me explain everything,’ Ethan says. 'I don’t want to hear it!’ you object and you try to free yourself from his tight grip with all the power you have, but his arm didn’t move an inch. It almost scared you how strong he was. 'Ethan, no.’

'Y/N,’ he says, his voice begging. 'Please.’ You hated yourself at this moment because you gave in, but you just couldn’t bare the tone of his voice and the look on his face. You let out a dramatic sigh. 'Alright, then.’

Ethan lets go of your wrist and looks at you for a second. Then he changes his mind and grabs both of your hands. You just let him; you were craving his touch too much and it was already too late. 'Y/N, do you really want to know why I didn’t recognize you?’ he asks, his face dead serious now.

'Of course,’ you say quietly. Ethan sighs deeply, as if he was going to tell something that he needed to get of his chest. 'I-I didn’t recognize you because you have changed só much. And I mean that in a positive way, of course. You have become so beautiful… So mature. I didn’t know where to look, so that’s why I ignored you. I was scared that my cheeks would turn red or that I didn’t know what to say. So I just didn’t.’

He bores his eyes into yours and smiles; a small smile, that you wouldn’t have been able to see if you were standing any farther away. You were lost for words. You had never expected him to say any of that. Beautiful? Mature? You? He needed a pair of glasses! You always thought you still looked like a baby.  

'Ethan… I don’t know what to say. I-I…’ You try to form a normal sentence, but your mind was too messy at the moment. The situation didn’t feel real. Ethan Dolan had a crush on you?!

He sees you’re struggling and he gives you a sweet smile. 'You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I probably just made a complete fool of myself, but at least I gave you an explanation on why I acted the way I did.’

You shake your head. 'Ethan… I feel the exact same thing for you. Ever since we were little. But I never told you… I was afraid it would ruin our friendship,’ you say softly, your eyes meeting his again.

'Are you serious?’ Ethan whispers. His mouth drops, as if you said the weirdest thing ever. But how could you not be serious? How could someone not fall in love with this goof and his gorgeous smile? Impossible. You nod in response and Ethan runs his thumbs against your hands. 'So, you forgive me?’ he asks uncertain. 'Of course,’ you answer, looking him deeply in his eyes.

'Well… Then I don’t think it’s wrong if I do this, right?’ Ethan asks and moves his hands to your cheeks to cup them, softly stroking his warm fingers against your skin. Before you can ask what he was going to do he gently presses his lips on yours. You were shocked at first and gasp for air, before you are able to kiss him back.

The warmth and softness of his lips made your eyes shut and for that moment you felt nothing but fireworks and pure love between the two of you. It was as if all of your worries had disappeared. Your heart was racing.

Ethan murmered something you couldn’t understand and then lowers his hands to your waist, slowly bringing his fingertips underneath your shirt.

He doesn’t had any intention on taking it off; he just wanted to touch your skin and feel your body that was almost collapsing  because of his touch and amazing smooth hands. You felt pathetically weak at the knees; this was all you ever wanted, ever since Ethan left all those years ago. And now it was happening. Finally.

His lips make it’s way to your neck, leaving wet and sweet kisses. His large fingers that are tracing the skin on your back gave you heavenly tingles and you shiver. 'Ethan…’  you encourage him, eyes up to the ceiling.

'Tell me to stop if you want to me to, baby,’ Ethan says, his hot breath against your neck making you go crazy. 'I will,’ you whisper and run your hands through his hair.

After the heated make out session you had end up on the couch, laying next to each other. Ethan breaks lip contact and looks at you with his dark, brown eyes. 'Y/N, I don’t know how this is going to work out, but I do know that I want to spend the rest of the summer with you.’

His raspy, loving voice made you almost feel the same way as when he kissed you. You look at him for a moment before you place your head on his chest and entwine your fingers with this. 'I’d love to.’

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“Yes.” You answered.

“Good.” He said pulling your chin up and kissing your lips once, then again.

This was definitely something you wanted to get used to. Just his kiss could make you feel all warm inside.

A part of you felt relieved that he was just as attached to you. In a way, he was all you had right now, all you thought about.

“I’ll see you later then.” He said, running his thumb over your cheek.

You smiled and nodded before he turned to leave, both of you knowing you didn’t want to be apart right now.

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She Who Never Cried Wolf  Prologue

Bts x Reader {Wolf/Gang Au!} (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: None for this chapter

After being let go to live on her own by her family, y/n’s only choice is to move to her old hometown in a modern day mansion. Life goes by until y/n get mixed up with some of the largest, most powerful gangs in the world. She soon comes to find that there’s more to the world then she could’ve ever imagined, and she’s not complaining 

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Bun’s Masterlist


This time of the day had always been your favorite. The wind would blow throughout your hair, a nice contrast to the heat coming down from the sun. Birds would be chirping and you could hear frogs singing in a pond just to your right, making music for you to hear. The courtyard you were sitting in made these types of days all the better, a nice place to stay as you sat and wait.

Just like always, a wolf strolled through, stopping and starting at you for a second. It’s coat was a light orange, almost sand like in color, and shone beautifully in the sun.  Being larger in size, you thought about how easily it could take down other creatures- including you. But you never worried about it, instead simply watching as it sat down on it’s haunches, cocking its head to the side in a puppy-like fashion. You watched while it stayed still, waiting for the signal you would give it anytime you saw each other.

A smile and a wave. That was all.

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