i had other quotes on my mind but i was too lazy to look for it

End-Game - Jughead Jones x Reader


Hope this is okay and is funny enough for you ☺️ I really enjoyed this one!

Warnings - a teeny-tiny hints at smut - mainly fluff (some swearing)


You had kept your birthday on the down low this year, of course people knew but you weren’t doing anything.
You wanted to spend it with your boyfriend, that’s all. Jughead wasn’t one for parties and neither were you when you were with him - you quite liked having him all to your self.
Jughead was waiting outside your class as you left that day, leaning against the wall with a small smile on his face. Said smile grew considerably in size as he saw you, you bag slung over your shoulder and your hair thrown up in a makeshift messy ponytail.
“Hey, you” his smile was a little lazy as he threw his arm around your shoulders, “It’s just us tonight, right?” you laughed lowly as he asked you quietly. As far as the others were concerned you were having a meal with family only, and Jughead, but they didn’t know that bit.  
“After the meal, yes.” You didn’t always like sneaking around your friends but it had to be done.

Your meal had gone quickly - thank goodness, not that you didn’t enjoy your families company but you hadn’t been alone with Jughead in forever and the way he kept smiling and being so damn cute all dinner was adorable and made you melt a little, especially as he placed his arm around you securely, making you smile and lean into him as you sat and laughed with all of your family, including Jughead in that term, out on your back porch under the stars.
You shivered a little and Jughead had noticed. “You want to go in, baby?” you turned to him and smiled softly,
“If you wouldn’t mind,” you asked quietly. With a light kiss to your head he stood, leading you up too, bidding a good night to your family and making your way upstairs still holding each others hand. Pulling off your jumper, leaving you in just your cami top, you stood and looked in the mirror as Jughead came up behind you. You admired everything about him. From how soft hair was to how you would fit perfectly in his arms.
You smiled, closing your eyes and leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaned his head down, resting his chin on your shoulder for a moment before you felt his lips on your neck making you sigh happily as his lips traveled lower, gently, as he pulled your strap off of your shoulder. A smile brightened your face as yet his lips traveled lower until eventually, you turned in his arms, placing your hands in his hair as he kissed your slightly exposed chest. You pulled on his locks gently, connecting your lips to his as he brought his hands from your waist and down, murmuring jump against your lips and picking you up allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he carried you to your bed, laying you down and landing above you, your legs still wrapped around him.
He pried your legs away from him and, looking up at you through his eyelashes, carefully made short work of your jeans leaving you in just your tank top (of which the straps had long since fallen down) and your underwear.
“You have far too many clothes on Jones.” you smirked as he, still hovering above you, pulled his top off quickly with a similar grin to yours. “Getting there” you murmured, running your hands down his torso as he lowered himself back to your lips and his hips grinding down a little as he did.
“HAPPY BIRTHDayy… oh shit.” you heard Veronicas voice and instantly squealed a little, covering your face as Jughead just looked up in shock, using his body to cover yours hastily,
“What are you guys doing here?” He almost demanded, finally getting up as Ronnie, Archie and Betty all looked away (Kevin’s eyes however, lingered a little on Jughead and you would be having words with him afterwards) and threw you his top as he knew it would cover most of you quickly, not particularly caring about his own appearance at that moment in time except the fact he reached for his beanie.
“We didn’t know!” Archie exclaimed accusingly as you sat awkwardly on your bed your legs crossed and Jughead behind you,
“I said, I wasn’t doing anything for my birthday, that was a literal ‘stay away’ sign.”
“But as friends we had to do something!” Betty exclaimed throwing her hands up a little in an exasperated manner.
“Yes, by staying away.” Jughead was obviously annoyed so you placed your hand on his discreetly,
“Look sorry we stopped you ‘getting busy’ but you could have literally just said you were with jughead.”

“We weren’t ‘getting busy’ ” you blushed furiously in a fake denial. You and Jughead would hold hands and occasionally exchange a chaste kiss between classes around the others but they didn’t see much else. You liked to keep yourselves to your selves,
“You can say whatever you want about what we just saw, (y/n), but it happened.” Ronnie said with a sigh before starting to laugh.
“This isn’t funny!” you exclaimed leaning into Jughead who didn’t find it too funny either.
“(y/n). We literally just saw you in your pants with Jughead on top of you. It HAPPENED. At freaking last!!” Kevin interjected also starting to laugh looking around the group until at last you were all giggling a little. “Endgame, guys!”
“Hey, what do you mean at last?” Juggie enquired, he still wasn’t laughing but could see the humour in the situation,
“Come on guys, I don’t think any of us has even really seen you two cuddle, let alone that!”
“So what, we keep to ourselves” you laughed still leaning into Jughead covering his still exposed torso with yours, “and ‘end-game’,” you said in air quotes, “happened long ago I can assure you that.” You could feel Jughead’s furious blush make his entire body heat up and could hear Archies laugh above them all. The boy was nearly wetting himself at the image of his best friend being so vulnerable. Betty seemed to flush furiously like Juggie, yet Veronica just clapped, laughing harder at Kevin’s wide open mouth.
“Could we just be left alone please!” Jughead almost shouted, still blushing as the others continued to laugh, filing out of the room but not until, as if the whole situation was not bad enough, Veronica had dug around in her purse and thrown a condom at Jughead, he caught it and tried to lob it back at Veronicas head as she ducked,
“Use protection guys.” she laughed, closing the door behind her but it didn’t stop you hearing the continued laughter that just seemed to get worse.
You turned to Jughead, his face still a furious red, “Aww, is my baby embarrassed.” you teased, kissing him on the cheek,
“No.” he said sternly, “your ‘baby’ is furious.” You cooed at his antics as he laid back on your bed his hands covering his face. Grinning, you straddled him placing your hands on his chest once again,
“aww baby, let me make you feel better.” you cooed as you leant down to kiss him, him eagerly kissing back sliding his hands down to your arse and pulling you into him when you heard your door click open again,
“Sorry I left my jacke…”
“Oh for fucks sake!”

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Beware the Ides of March

this isn’t the fic i intended to write today (or ever really) but it’s the fic that happened so

read on ao3

Bellamy doesn’t believe in any higher power, not really. He also doesn’t believe in fate, or coincidence, or any of those other things that people like to blame random happenings on.

But he will admit that if he did actually believe in any of those things, he would be fully convinced that they were laughing at his misfortune at this very minute which. Honestly, he would be too if not for the stab wound in his side. Stab wounds apparently make the whole laughing thing kind of difficult. Who’d’ve known.

“Would you just hold still?” Clarke huffs as she tries to clean the wound.


“You’re incorrigible.”

“And your bedside manner sucks, princess.”

She pinches the soft skin on the inside of his bicep and he yelps, glaring at her balefully.

It’s not like he wants to be here, sitting on the uncomfortable examination table in the ER, shirt off, and paper crinkling noisily beneath him each time he so much as breathes. No one ever wants to be in the ER, leaking blood all over the place because they were fucking stabbed in a mugging gone wrong, not even if the opportunity lends itself to a bout of truly morbid humour.

Just this morning he was telling his sophomores about the Ides of March and now here he is, living his own version of it. Again, he would be laughing except- stab wound.

Clarke is bent over his side, wisps of blonde hair escaping her braid and looking platinum in the harsh fluorescent hospital lighting. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she goes over the cut with antiseptic, and he hisses once more.

“That hurts,” he grunts, and then flinches again when she goes back in with another piece of gauze. Most of the bleeding has stopped, but there’s still a lazy trickle that she has to keep wiping up intermittently.

“Stab wounds tend to do that,” she deadpans.

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The Howler | Jimin

inspired by this

Pairing: reader x jimin | Hogwarts AU

Genre: fluff

Summary: Not being able to take any more of Jimin’s passionate rants about you, the boys decide to take matters in their own hands and send their dear friend a howler.

A/N: The spell that is used by Jimin toward the end is not a legit spell. I just made it up myself. Also, I know that in Hogwarts, you’re typically assigned a dorm with people of your same year (I could be wrong, I can’t remember) but for the sake of this AU, let’s just pretend you are free to chose your roommates & Jimin just so happened to chose Yoongi. This is actually the one-shot idea that inspired me to write a Slytherin Jimin AU.

Word Count: 3,616

Other Slytherin Jimin AUs: Hogwarts Express , Expecto Patronum,  Sorting Hat

You sat down in your usual spot, across from Yoongi, narrowing your eyes at the other boys seated at your table. You were familiar with them since they hung around Yoongi and Jimin a lot, but you found it strange that they were seated at the Slytherin table, despite their differing houses. No one seemed to mind the breaking from the status quo and if they did, they didn’t voice it out loud. No one wanted to mess with seven of the best wizards in Hogwarts or Bangtan Boys, as they called themselves.

“Good morning,” You greeted slowly, eyes narrowing as they all turned to look at you with a coy smile. Something was up and as your gaze landed on a smiling Jungkook—that boy could not keep a straight face, especially when he was up to no good—you weren’t sure whether you wanted to know the reason behind their anomalous behavior.

Couldn’t be anything good, that’s for sure, so you decided to not question it and focused on the mouth-watering arrangement of breakfast foods on your table instead.

You couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing from your group. “Where’s Jimin?”

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On Kairi’s Characterization and “The Fairy Gay Mother”

You know, I get a lot of comments on how my Kairi is so different from a lot of other kingdom hearts, (especially soriku and other m/m ships) fics. I haven’t seen a whole lot of Kairi portrayal outside being at her worst, a ms. mary-sue gets-in-the-way-a-lot, and at her best, a sweetie mom friend who is “highly perceptive,” knew Sora and Riku were in love long before they knew it, and is usually a confidant to one of the boys and gives excellent advice. With nothing at all going on in her life outside of that.

I want to explain why I write Kairi so differently, and why others should too. The majority of her characterization is built off fannon characterizations from a fandom that’s been around a long ass time, starting in the dark age of the internet back when the majority of m/m shipping was bad yaoi tropes and full of only annoying idiot or perfect nice princess females. She’s like a game of telephone, being based off someone’s interpretation of the source material, then someone’s interpretation of that interpretation, and so on and so forth until we forgot what the source material even is.

And as a note, this can be applied to MANY fandoms and their ladies and different third wheels to m/m ships, but I’m mostly focusing on Kairi and her role in Soriku fanfiction, because I’ve been reading soriku fanfiction since I was about 10 and cringing at her portrayal for 8 years now. But, my end game in here can be used for all fandoms, and I encourage people to think about this in terms of that. 

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Blind Date-Brett Talbot

Valentine’s Collection:#6

Teen Wolf Imagine:#105

Word Count:1,306

Warnings: Reader talking bad about herself.

SummaryBlind dates always suck, but this one will be her last.

A/n: So this is another combination with a request, something with an ‘unconventionally attractive’ looking reader. So there’s that in here as well as it being a little bit of someone’s request for ‘Shape of you’ (it takes place in a bar) and an idea of my own sooo I hope you enjoy it :)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Originally posted by sansasandorshipper


Coming Soon

Last Imagine

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the space between - an mmfd fic #22

We find ourselves once again, standing on the front step of 18 Elm Park Road, Stamford, with a six pack of Breezers under our arm and swiping lip gloss from our teeth one last time. This one goes off-script which is not my usual way of doing things at all, but we do end up at the same place eventually, I’ve just chosen an alternate, and some might say arduous, road to get there. I couldn’t sustain the fluff levels of the last one but hopefully you’ll find one or two things to smile at. It’s me though, so you might have to work for them. ;)

I should warn you that my Fizzy love got the better of me and while this is indeed, as they all are and will ever be, about Rae and Finn, this is pretty much a blatant, bold-faced love letter to our Miss Izzy. Chloe however, does not fare as well. I hope you’re okay with that.

I’ve quoted big Willy Shakespeare in this one, again, not my usual way of doing things but, you know, go with it if you can.

The title comes from the Dave Matthews Band song of the same name from the Everyday album. I think I may have used it before for something I wrote in a different fandom, proving that my laziness goes to the bone.

Once again and always, big massive ugly love to @how-ardently because she deserves it, and after my behaviour on this one, wads of stress money, quite frankly.  Writing this has revealed to me something about myself that Erin must have known for ages now; I’m a huge drama queen. I have apologised profusely. How on earth do people write whole books?

Anyway, onwards and inwards (that one’s from the skinny one who plays Marnie in Girls.) Thanks for playing.

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RISE OF THE DISNEYFACE: an illustrated essay

Alright so there’s something that has been irking me about current CGI Disney movies - specifically female character design - and I finally put my finger on it.

Current Disney heroines are suffering from a disease that I, for lack of a better term, call ‘Disneyface.’ Original, I know.

Commencing rant essay beneath the cut.

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Thee rak (Part Three)

Wordcount: 4.188

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

BamBam x Reader
Description: BamBam changes hair colour as much as he does with girls or clothes. However, there’s one thing that will never change: for him, you’ll always be his “Thee rak”.


Y/N: Last fast update, as I won’t see holidays anymore for another month *deep sigh*.

Now, the most important thing: I’ve finally changed title as I’ve received the confirmation that actually “Khon dii” doesn’t mean “My love” (I’ll miss it so much  T.T); on the dictionary I found “Thee rak”, wrote like this, so I’ll go on with this one as it won’t give me any problem in the plot. So, vickyxmelonlove, thanks again with all my heart for your help! You’ve been really kind to pass me that website!

Thanks to all the people who read or liked the last chapter, as much as to that kind anon who wrote me; your support is always a huge motivation for me, even if it’s a like or a message ^^

Hope you enjoy it!

P.S.: As always give a lot of love to BamBam, my sweet little bean

Part OnePart Two

The time you understood how big was the world beyond his shallowness, BamBam’s hair was reddish.

Shaved on the left side, pulled up on the right, it perfectly matched with the black shirt he was wearing that night of mid-May and a little brunette was toying with his bangs while he tightened her wrist and laughed high, leaning on the elevator’s wall.

You walked in in a mixture of annoyance and anxiousness while tightening to your breast your books, a bit because even if it was 11:00 pm already you had to study for an exam and a bit because, jeez, how come you had to always run into him when he was glued to a girl?!

Ugh, well, he was always with a girl, so…

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Three by One - fic rec: C_AND_B (Supercorp)

In this Supercorp (Kara/Lena; Supergirl) femslash fanfiction recommendation, I have collected 3 excellent stories from  C_AND_B ( @c–and–b on tumblr) in the first installment of Three by One: 3 stories, 1 fandom, 1 ship, 1 of my favorite authors.

  1. Say Something: The AU in which Lena really needs to stop Kara’s wedding
  2. We are what we pretend to be: The one that is the ultimate fake-dating romcom
  3. That’s what (girl)friends are for: The one in which people keep assuming Kara and Lena are dating – although they are not (or are they?)

1. The AU in which Lena really needs to stop Kara’s wedding

  • Title: We are what we pretend to be [AO3]
  • Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU) AU (no powers)
  • Relationship: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (Supercorp / Karlena) (f/f)
  • 1 Chapter, 10k words (completed)
  • Published: 2017-03
  • Rating: Teen and up

“Her face is plastered into a smile, one she hopes doesn’t look as obviously fake as it feels, but she still can’t breathe. She feels like the world has crumbled on her chest. Maybe it has. There’s no doubt in her mind that her entire world shattered the moment Kara spoke those words.
I’m getting married.”
Or, Lena has been silently in love with Kara for years and now Kara’s getting married and Lena has to do something, doesn’t she?

This is a no powers AU in which Kara and Lena have been best friends since college. To make things more complicated, Lena has been secretly in Love with Kara for years but was always too afraid to confess her feelings to Kara. And now Kara is getting married to Mike.

This well written story is told fully from Lena’s POV.

When poor Lena helps Kara to organize the wedding because Mike the lazy jerk cannot be bothered and people think that it is her and Kara getting married, this is so funny and sad at the same time.

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Tied in Silk- Blood Sweat And Tears Smut (JiminXReader)

It all felt surreal. Everything. The fact that you knew an idol. The fact that you were friends with them. The fact that the 2 of you constantly talked to each other. Each occurrence seemed more improbable than the last. And this one was no exception.

You sit on your couch staring at the college textbook in front of you. Words and numbers fill your head in a mindless jumble. You groan and smack your head on the desk in front of you, muttering more than a few innovative curses to yourself. Why you thought studying abroad in Korea for few years was a good idea remains a mystery.

Your stomach growls in its ever present hungry state. What even is your stomach? A vortex that consumes all types of junk food? You aren’t sure but what you do know is that you need to eat something if you want to be able to focus. You gaze at the kitchen which seems so far from your seat on the couch… so fucking farrrr.

You push through though because the only thing worse than exercise is a hungry stomach. Groaning, you drag your lazy ass to the kitchen and open the fridge door. You’re greeted by a shelf of soju, a dozen eggs, some milk, and cabbage. As much as you appreciate a few soju bottles you can’t possibly drink just soju as a snack and the rest of the items are not very appetizing to eat raw. You go over to your pantry but you’re greeted by yet another near-empty space. A pack of ramyun is all that is left and with a sigh you go to the stove to boil some water.

The doorbell suddenly rings at your apartment door. Hangry and annoyed, you lower the flame of the cooking ramyun, walk over to yank the door open and demand “What do you want?”

To your surprise Jimin, as in THE Jimin, is standing outside your door with a slightly amused look on his face. You scan your attractive idol friend up and down, scrutinizing him with a glare. “Well hello to you too,” he answers with a smirk. You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile back, “You interrupted my ramyun making, of course I’m gonna be annoyed but, with all due respect, come right on in,” you make a grand gesture towards the interior of your dingy apartment.

“You’re certainly catty and sarcastic today,” Jimin notes. “Thanks, it’s a side effect of living alone and staring at a textbook for hours. It’s called acute hyper psychotextbookosis or in basic terms the insanity that follows studying; savagery is the response to it,” you ramble off.

“I see you’ve been studying your medical terms doctor-nim,” he bows cutely. “Good job detective, now would you mind explaining why you’re here, how you got here, and what I’m supposed to do now? I know I’m great company and all but I doubt you came here because you missed your pal,” you evaluate.

“Geezus, Y/N, you don’t even give me an opportunity to say a word. Always the smart-ass. Would you mind if I sat down before I gave you the story,” Jimin asks you politely and you nod. The two of you sit on the couch and he begins his rant:

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but we just started our promotion for our new album Wings and our title song Blood, Sweat, and Tears. Well, ever since the teaser released I kept seeing messages from this foreign ‘fan’ on sns forums and they’re all like: ARMY FANS WE CAN DO THIS BTS HWAITING! ARMY LET’S CRUSH THE OTHER GROUPS. JIMIN STOP HURTING ME SO MUCH. BABY JIMIN, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. UGH JIMIN I WILL RUIN YOU THE WAY YOU RUIN ME.”

“That escalated quickly. What drugs are these fans even on?” You wonder aloud. Jimin simply laughs and goes on with his story

“At first, I didn’t think much of it, just them being a fan. Slowly it got to the point where they posted really disgusting fanfictions. Normally, I’m don’t mind the stuff fans write but this was sickening things. Again, I just ignored it. But now, I think the fan is stalking me because pictures of places where normally no one knows I go to pop up with my address at that moment tagged. I keep getting obsessive fan mail and really objectifying pictures sent to me and I think they were trying to catch me back at my dorm after the dress rehearsal and performance today and tonight. I just needed a place to hide out and I saw your friend, Jikyo, at a coffee shop and got your address from her since I figured I could come here. Would you mind if I hid out here for a few? I already talked to my manager and members, they thought this was the best option… whaddaya say??”

You hum under your breath as if contemplating. “Wellllll…” you stretch, “I personally think you brought some of this upon yourself. Your title song is literally about BDSM and they always give you these super weird revealing clothes. Don’t you think you’re just begging to become a sex toy?”

Jimin frowns at your response, “So that’s a no?”

“I mean, I don’t think I’d mind you staying here but your concept is very… provocative, and I just think this should be an expected response from fans. You attack their fragile souls you know?” You explain, failing to maintain your poker face.

Jimin catches on to your teasing and raises an eyebrow, “You certainly happen to know how I affect my fangirls and fanboys. Not to mention how aware you are of our concept. Are you sure you’re not the one making our concept sexual?”

“Please,” you scoff, “Not even the most innocent bunny could convince me that shoulder throw of your sparkly suit on stage is a wardrobe malfunction.”

“You watch me perform?” His smirk grows.

“Correction. Jikyo does. Avid fangirl she is… She always insists I watch your songs and ‘support my friend’ but secretly I think she just wants me to become an ARMY as well. I really don’t bother with your group… Why would I watch a Jimin all perfect in front of the camera when I could just talk to the real idiot without all the disgusting makeup. Don’t you remember how we met in the first place? I assure you I’m not one of your psycho fangirls.”

Jimin laughs as he recalls that particular event. “I didn’t think you’d be such an aggressive drunk. Seriously, all I did was bump into you at that cafe shop and you got all up in my face, calling me a pretty boy with zero manners. When I tried to apologize and help you up, you cussed me out for assuming you were, and I quote, ‘a damsel in distress’. I still can’t believe you had the guts to do that even after knowing I was famous. I was highly impressed,” he tells you begrudgingly.

“Yeah, well, I was in a mood after exam results and I wasn’t gonna handle anyone’s shit,” you mutter without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

“You know, this I why I insisted on being your friend. You don’t treat me like an idol and you’re not afraid to shred people into bits,” he tells you.

“That’s me, chimchim. Forever the ice princess. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my dumbass textbook and notes,” you start to get up but he pulls you back down by your waist onto his lap.

“You’re too stressed Y/N… Loosen up,” he mumbles in your ear, too close for comfort. You can tell he’s trying to spur a reaction out of you and you know that 2 can play at this game. You turn to face him and stare blankly into Jimin’s eyes. You decide to use the element of surprise.

“No,” you say and lean forward to give him a chaste kiss before pulling back.  You can feel his grip loosen slightly as his pulse rises and you attempt to wriggle out of his grip. Almost instantly, he recovers and pins you back down. You have to admit, he’s perseverant and you don’t mind this more-than-friends thing going on either.  He IS a hot idol for goodness sake. You’d be lying if you said you never felt sexually attracted to him.

Jimin is the one that surprises you this time by pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widen and your mind starts to calculate the repercussions of kissing back. Before you make your decision, Jimin’s lips leave yours. “Payback,” he says with a smug look. “I think not,” you reply, not about to let him win this one. You pull him back down with more force and crash your chapped lips against his soft ones.

Things start to get more heated than anticipated and you hear Jimin growl in arousal. Your own smirk grows at this and you leave practically no space between you and him.

“How did we even end up here,” you mutter in between the uncalled for kiss.

“You started it,” Jimin says in an accusing tone.

“Yeah and you didn’t make any attempt to stop it did you know?”

“Why should I? You’re beautiful, sarcastic, smart, and so dominating,” he attempts to flatter you.

“You are aware that I can’t blush right? And was that last part supposed to be hinting something?”

“That’s up to you babe,” Jimin answers as he moves to kiss your jaw and neck

“I hate the word babe,” You inform him.

“Okay sweetheart,” he corrects.

“That’s only slightly less gross. I’ll take it though… and Jimin?”

“Hmmm?” he asks as moves down your collarbone, occasionally biting at the skin there.

“I am the dominant type,” you whisper into his ear. You grab his purplish hair suddenly and pull him back up to kiss him harshly. You push him off you, surprised you could even cause him to budge. You’re well aware of how built he is and you figure he is just letting you have your way with him.

You back him up towards your bedroom door and press him up against it, using all your energy to kiss him. You don’t let him easily have it. Your kisses sting and every time you pull away his lips are more swollen.

Your hands move on their own towards the buttons on his shirt. As you undo them, Jimin’s hand reaches behind to open the door to your bedroom door. It clicks open and you force him all the way back to the edge of your bed.

“Blindfold me,” he asks. You smile a sickly sweet smile at him. You grab a silk scarf and tie it around his eyes. He falls to his knees before you and extends his wrists. You realize what Jimin wants: he wants you to keep him blinded and bound the way he is in Blood, Sweat, and Tears. The thought makes you slightly uncomfortable. For all your talk about not blushing, the idea of doing what you are about to do makes you embarrassed.

However, you decide ignore the sane, normal part of you that wants to stop with whole roleplay shit and just let your wild side say: the heck with it, are you really going to turn down an opportunity to be with your dumb but totally fuckable idol friend. Even the rational part of you can’t argue that.

For some odd reason, you realize you have an abundance of silk scarves just waiting to be used for this very moment. You bind his wrists and order Jimin to get up. He does as you say with ease and once he’s up you tilt his chin up harshly and pull it towards your lips. It was at times like this you appreciated your height of 5’8”, when you’re at the perfect height for a kiss.

You slide the shirt off Jimin’s shoulders, barely ghosting your fingers down his chest and torso, slowly and deliberately avoiding the places he wants your touch the most. You can feel him breathing heavier  and you already notice his fist clenching.

“Do you want to see me?” You ask softly in his ear. He whimpers slightly. “I said, do you want to see me?” You repeat yourself. “Yes… Please,” he begs.

“But you’re blindfolded aren’t you. If you want me, you can’t see me, you can’t touch me. You can only have what I give you, you know that right?” You tell him.

“Well fuck…” Jimin mutters and you can tell that he’s beginning to regret what he asked of you. On the other hand, you are starting to enjoy this more.

You force him back onto the bed and climb onto the mattress as well. “Undress me,” you instruct Jimin. His face scrunches up in confusion. With his hands tied and eyes covered you can see him trying to comprehend how you expected him to remove your clothes.

It takes Jimin a moment, but he does exactly what you want. With less difficulty than you anticipate, he drags your top up with his mouth, brushing his teeth along your torso. When he can push it up no more, you decide to help him and peel it off your body. Jimin moves back down to the waist of your athletic shorts, pulling it off quickly in an almost savage manner. He trails his lips back up to the line of your undergarments, but you push him off, not wanting to let him have you just yet. You are also extremely thankful for the blindfold on Jimin because you found your daisy duck underwear and mismatched heart bra humiliating. Jimin wouldn’t let you live that one down.

You grab him by the belt of his pants and unfasten the buckle quickly. “Someone’s done this before,” he mutters, slightly annoyed. You find his territorialism amusing but you don’t let it show. “I don’t see how that matters… and did I allow you to speak, Jimin?” you ask with a tug of his hair. “Maybe I shouldn’t be so easy on you…” you muse aloud. Jimin shakes his head violently, desperate to avoid your teasing. His dramatic response causes you to almost laugh and you try hard to stifle it. (lolol bepsae)

You continue to drag his pants down then push him back down onto the mattress. Jimin’s palms are clenching tighter now and restraint shows on his creased forehead. You straddle his torso and slide your palms up and down his shoulders and chest, moulding the muscles and skimming the sides. Leaning forward, you take his lips between your teeth and tug at it causing Jimin to groan. You press your lips down his jawline and mark his neck.

“Your turn,” you whisper. Jimin immediately latches his mouth onto your neck, biting and your own hand goes behind your back to unclasp your bra. You pull apart from Jimin and fling the bra halfway across the room. When you lay your body on top of his, Jimin freezes, hyper aware of the fact that a certain article of clothing was just discarded.

“Shiiit,” he whines to himself. You kiss Jimin some more and hold him down on the bed. You move yourself down to the foot of the bed and in one swift movement you pull Jimin’s boxers off. You hear Jimin gasp as you grab his length and wrap your mouth around it. A string of curses fall from Jimin’s puffy lips and sweat starts to cover his forehead. His fingers dig into his palms and he tries his best to remain still under your command. Your tongue slides up and down, from the base to the tip. You hollow your cheeks and suck in harshly and Jimin moans out loud.

“Shhh,” you tell him and continue moving your hand on his shaft. You hum against his cock and the vibrations course throughout Jimin’s body and he muffles a moan. You decide you’ve teased him enough and let go of your grip on his soaked hardness. You take off the last piece of clothing on you and your own core starts to ache with need. Still, you want to to stretch this a little longer… you slowly slide up and hover your hips over Jimin’s face. Without warning, you press your wet center on his mouth. His tongue swipes across you and he pulls at the nub with his lip. You nearly collapse then and there but instead your grab Jimin’s and rock back and forth riding his tongue. “Holy fucking shit,” you mutter as the feeling intensifies. You feel yourself getting closer and you reluctantly move off him to finally, finally give both of you what you want.

Slowly, just to tease Jimin, you lower yourself down on his length. “Please, I want to see you,” he begs. You can tell how much pain he’s in by glancing at his red nails that are caked with blood from digging into his palms. Feeling merciful, you untie his blindfold and lean down to his face to kiss his eyelids.

You roll your hips back and forth easing the tension in both of you. Jimin lets out a sigh of relief  and you moan Jimin’s name.

“Fuckkk, oh god, that feels so fucking good, please don’t stop” he pants. You whimper, unable to generate a full response. You slow your movements just the slightest and almost immediately Jimin thrusts his hips upward into you harder to soothe his pain. You nearly move off him but his eyes widen in fear that you’re going to leave him like that. Chuckling, you pin him back down and rock harder and faster. Your entire body is covered in sweat and you let Jimin run his tongue all over your nipples and up to your neck.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer as the pressure coils up at your center. “Shit, Jimin-ah I’m so fucking close. Fuck me right there!” You nearly yell as you convulse around him, riding the waves of a high ecstasy. Just as you finish, Jimin cries out loud and he comes inside you, shuddering at the intensity of the feeling. You pull yourself off of him and lean down to clean the mess with your tongue.

Your body collapses besides Jimin, exhausted and spent in the most earth-shattering way possible. Jimin extends his hands towards you and your eyes shift down to his still-bound wrists and with a smirk you undo. You press your lips to the bruises on his wrist; a rather chaste gesture after what you 2 had just done but it still made you feel slightly self conscious.

“What the fuck did you do to yourself?” You ask Jimin as you notice his fingers covered in blood and his slightly bruised lip. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea how insane you made me. I couldn’t bear your teasing but I knew if I said anything you would’ve walked out on me.”

“Still, why do you look like you committed murder when all you did was have sex,” you mumble.

“I honestly think that murder would be the less sinful of those two,” he chuckles. “Besides, the best way to have sex is with blood, sweat and tears.”

“What kind of loser makes a reference with their own song,” you counter as a smile tugs at your lips. “Also, what kind of kinky bdsm shit are you into, Jimin.”

“I should be asking you that, dominatrix. You looked so fucking hot in control like that babe,” he whispers huskily into your ears. You cringe at the word babe once again. “I told you not to call me that Chimchim. Besides, I said I was dominating, not sadistic,” you inform him

“I think my dick begs to differ Y/N-ah. Don’t worry though, you’ll look much hotter tonight.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “What’s tonight? Don’t you just have your stage?” you ask.

“You know for a girl getting her masters you sure lack common sense,” Jimin muses.

“What the fuck are you saying Jiminnn, what’s tonight” you half whine.

Jimin brings his lips to your ears and whispers something as your eyes widen.

“Round 2, babe. But this time, I’ll be in charge.”

And it’s in that moment you realize that your ramyun is burning in the fucking kitchen.

Originally posted by sosjimin

Originally posted by mvssmedia

All About That Bass | John Murphy X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Requested by @emrysaarynCan I request a Murphy imagine/one shot? I’m thinking of a plot about insecurities cause shes not super thin? But they’ve been friends forever and it’s her first time? Could be AU if that’s easier? :)

A/N: First time writing something for Murphy, I’m kind of excited!

Characters: Murphy/fem!reader.

Modern AU.

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 2379 words.

People have different traits, and it’s usually by these characteristics that people will judge you at first sight. It’s more common to find people who accept themselves when most of their traits follow the pattern of society, and many of those who don’t follow end up developing an insecurity issue. (Y/N) had this, she wasn’t as thin as most girls, and let’s say that this problem was accompanied by a several of consequences. Thinking that she wasn’t good enough was one of them. Not good enough for anything or anyone, thankfully John Murphy didn’t seem to agree with her. Or maybe because when they met, none of that mattered much.

They had met when they were children. The proximity of their families helped in that. Over the years, their friendship only improved, although they made new friends. (Y/N) came to realize over time that some feelings stronger than friendship had begun to grow inside her towards Murphy, but she tried her best to put it away, not wanting their friendship to end because of it. They got along well, one felt more comfortable next to each other, the two worked better together, and basically everyone noticed that. And that’s why they were almost always chosen to do school research together, like the essay they were doing at (Y/N)’s house on that day.

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** SUBMISSION TO ME FROM fresharold**

okay so i’ve been keeping this for a while now simply because i don’t think we need proofs at this point to know that larry is real. i just simply didn’t think people would care about this and tbh i was afraid on getting into trouble. however lately i see people sharing their stories that i do believe are real in some cases so i thought why not sharing this cute one i thought it wasn’t that relevant.

okay so on 13th of july the boys came to my country for the wwa tour and what happened was told to me by my godfather (let’s call him O because im lazy to write this word). i’m not going to go too much into detail about his job not only because i don’t know much about it (he doesn’t share it because of professional reasons) but also because i don’t think it’d be right for me to expose such things. but basically he is the driver of an important person related to the the stadium where the concert happened. he drives him to places, he does errands and all those things that tbh i don’t understand but don’t really matter for this.

so that day O had to drive his boss there and he lives in the capital (not where the concert happened that day) so i didn’t even know he was going to be there. only the next day he had called me because even though we live far away from each other we are close to each other. the year before (for the tmh tour) he had gave me and my friend a place to sleep and then had driven us to the arena. so he has this little knowledge of the boys and how i like them. (details details). 

so he asked me how it was the concert and proceed to tell me that he had to go to the stadium because of his boss. when he told me he was actually in the same room as the boys i freaked out oKAY. he started by telling me that the boys are really loud but funny and nice, like i believe he might have met them when they were backstage going for the meet and greet for the make a wish organisation (which consequently made the boys get late to the actual concert). so they were probably just chilling before going to meet the fans (i don’t really know and he didn’t get into the detail so whatever DETAILS). 

O isn’t really that good in english but i’ve heard him talking and i feel like he knows the basics and understands most of it. he told me that “one guy kind of blonde i believe niall” (he said his name really weirdly) said hi to him and they started talking about football (predictable) and then “one really tall with a thing in his head” (harry) (he didn’t have long hair back in that time) came to shake his hand and introduced himself (he forgot his name right away, nice) 

so after that he asked me if i knew that he (harry) was in a relationship with other guy from the band. i was sooooo confused so i explained to him that there’s fans who believe harry an louis are together. he immediately recognised harry’s name when i said it by being the tall guy with a thing in his head and he said that it was louis who he met too because he had told him how to actually pronounce his name. (also predictable) (he also said that louis had cool tattoos on his right arm)

okay this was a year ago so i can’t quote the exact words he said to me but i never forgot the stuff he had noticed. he was having trouble with understanding what harry was saying to him and louis went to their side because he was finding funny what was happening. 

O said that he is 99% sure that louis called harry ‘love’ between all the words he said when approached them, which he asked me if it was normal for friends to treat other friends by that term. I immediately said that it wasn’t usual. he continued by telling me that louis tried to make him comfortable with the fact he couldn’t understand english 100% AND I REMEMBER HIM TELLING ME “i noticed that harry had his arm around louis’ waist, which i normally do with my wife and not with my friends” MY EYES WATERED BECAUSE YES O YOU UNDERSTAND ME !!! 

he said that then harry was mostly quiet and every time louis was talking he was looking at him “in a cute way i must say” (this was so weird to hear O saying). so it’s not like this proves they’re in a relationship so i asked him if it was that that make him think they were together so he told me (im gonna use “” but be aware these aren’t his exact words obviously) 

“we were mostly talking about my job and when i say i’m from lisbon louis says that he and harry wanted to explore it better when they were there last year but there was no time for that. i found interesting that he said just harry and not their other friends so i ask if they got along better together than with the others. harry is the one answering this time saying that he and louis have a special relationship. louis says something that i didn’t understand and believe it was meant just for the two of them to listen to. he then looks at me and says that he and harry are inseparable. i started suspecting what was going on there but obviously didn’t ask. i believe that then louis said to me to think whatever i wanted in respect of those words and i decided to tell them what it’s worth seeing in lisbon if they even thought about going there, not pressing the subject”

this is the important stuff summarised okay keep in mind that O found weird the fact i said to him then that they’re supposed to be on the closet since they were so open about it with a stranger, who could immediately make a homophobic comment or even expose everything “which is what i’m doign here when i’m telling you this.”  especially when they seemed to be so proud and delighted next to each other.

he said that for him what happened behind his eyes was the enough to think they were really together. I WAS TRYING SO HARD NOT TO CRY U CANT IMAGINE at the end i thanked him so many times for telling me this that he thought i was crazy,

AND a month ago (?) i went to his place and he talked to me saying that he saw on the news that harry was dating sara sampaio (she is a portuguese model reason why it was said on TV) and found weird the fact they haven’t come out yet but wasn’t suprised that things like that was said on the media if it’s meant for them not to come out to their fans “they probably think that the fact they’re together would affect the girls that think they’ll marry them” (funny)

Just Once More - Stiles Stilinski Smut

- All right anon, I’m sorry for the quality of this, I hope it’s okay :)

Request: Hello! May I request a smut stiles oneshot where he ties you up to see how amny orgasms can you stand? thaaaanks and you know rough and dominant hehehe

Warning: smut, overstimulation and hand tying I guess. Also, rough and dom!Stiles, swearing (like a bit I guess - some may call it a lot idk)

Kind of found it hard to do this because in my mind, Stiles is a freaking ball of fluff and sunshine, so I would have expected this more from Void!Stiles, but I tried to make it fit for Stiles, I’m really praying it fits. Hope it’s all right for you anon :) You’re dating in this, by the way.


It was the summer and with no Supernatural disasters to tend to, you and Stiles have had way too much free time on your hands, if you get what I mean…

Even today, the plan was to just hang out at the Stilinski place for lots of cuddles and movies and food (probably take out because both of you are always too lazy to cook) where you’d both see who could quote each movie better. So a usual Stiles and Y/n date, really.

Except during these months in your relationship where you’d been able to get to know each other a lot because of your free time - and I don’t just mean get to know about the likes and dislikes, you’ve been way over that - Stiles was becoming more and more confident around you. You liked it, of course, but he’s wanted to try something for a long time. And he was quite determined to try it out as soon as possible.

After watching a Marvel film, you sat between his legs, which were opened for you, and leaned back into his chest with a blanket over the both of you, continuously asking him what movie to watch next, but he just hummed at times, his hands at your stomach, pulling you into his body more.

“Okay, what about Batman? Dark Knight Rises?” you asked, finding the movie on the screen, picking up one of his hands from your stomach and holding it in your hand, intertwining your fingers together.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he sighed out and put his chin onto your shoulders, looking up at the screen as he tried to occupy himself with anything but the feeling in his stomach. “Why don’t you choose?” he asked, taking in a deep breath after finishing and then regretting it immediately. He loved your smell, even if it was just the shampoo, or deodorant or whatever it was, he would always prefer cuddling with you than anyone else.

“Stiles, what’s up with you?” you asked, suddenly putting down the controller and turning around in his hold, straddling him instead so you could actually see his face. His expressions usually said a lot more than his words.

“I don’t know,” he groaned and leaned back into the sofa that you were sitting in front of and put his arms around your waist. “I had this idea and I can’t get it out of my head,” he admitted.

“Stiles, I’m sorry to say this, but your ideas don’t always work out well. Stop dwelling on it,” you said with a smile and he felt more uncomfortable by the minute, due to your position and now your smile. God, everything you did turned him on, how was this possible?

“Stop it,” he almost whined as you let out a laugh. “Trust me, you’d enjoy this idea a hell of a lot,” he said, going back to the previous topic.

“How exactly?” you asked, absolutely clueless. But then his expression made you get an idea. “Wait, was this more a dream than an idea?” you asked, getting a slight smirk on your lips.

“Maybe,” he replied sheepishly.

“Your dad’s at work for a while right?” you asked, leaning into him a little. He nodded, excitement replacing the discomfort.

“A long while, yeah,” he told you, his hands tightening around your waist. “You better be up for it because now I’m not sure I can forget about it,” he said, his tone turning husky before he cleared his throat, trying to seem normal, in fear of you rejecting him.

Why would you? This guy? You’d be stupid too.

“I’m so up for it,” you whispered, leaning into his ear as you added, “Do what you want with me,” you said in a low voice and his hands quickly slid to the small of your back, pulling your torso into his roughly before he pushed his lips to your neck and you could only let out a quick gasp at the movement. The other times you two had done something like this, it was sweet, normal, fun but nothing out of the ordinary. He knew what you loved now, and he would use all of those against you.

He let out a small moan as you pulled your hand down his chest and palmed him through his joggers, which was what both of you were in. Why would you dress up for a day in?

“Stiles are you actually going to fuck me today or what?” you asked, also having to moan at the end as his hands touched you in all the right places. “Stiles,” you moaned again as his hand started kneading at your butt, the other attached to your breast. “Fuck why-“

“Shh,” he chuckled before kissing you roughly and making you lose all of your strength, grinding into him as he attacked your tongue with his, mainly kissing you with an open mouth, which only made it harder to not just let him do whatever he wanted. You knew that eventually, at this rate, you would definitely just give in, but you wanted to have some fun with him too.

So you dipped your hand into his sweatpants and palmed him through his boxers, a lot closer, which made him groan into your kiss, but only be more forceful with his tongue and lips, now feeling the need to move his hips also, grinding into your hand.

“Holy shit, yes,” you moaned as his lips travelled down again before he stopped all together and then picked you up, one arm under your legs, the other holding your torso, standing up and taking the stairs two at a time. “You can’t do that!” you exclaimed as he just stopped all of the movements that granted you pleasure, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he threw you onto the bed, making you bounce a couple of times, thanks to the cheap mattress.

“Strip,” he told you before disappearing from the room. You didn’t know where he went, but you took off his plaid shirt which he let you borrow and then pushed down your sweatpants, throwing them on the floor next to the bed. You were laying on the bed in your underwear when he walked in with a tie in his hands as well as a pair of handcuffs.

“What?” you asked, seeing him holding both up.

“This is literally the only choice you get,” he shrugged.

“The metal will cut into my wrists,” you told him.

“Good,” he nodded and walked over, still fully dressed, before hand cuffing you to the bed post, then tying the tie around the metal so it wouldn’t cut into your skin at places.

“How considerate,” you chuckled, watching him work. He looked down at you with a small smile before climbing on top of you and kissing you roughly again. You pulled at the restraints, unsuccessfully, while he just smiled into your kiss before grinding into you and you whimpered at the contact. “Stiles, come on,” you whined as he ran his hands all over your body, admiring early inch of your skin and body before he started to suck hickeys onto your neck and slip one of his hands into your underwear.

“You didn’t strip,” he told you, sounding mad about it.

“I’m sorry,” you shivered as his fingers started to move and press, stroke and pleasure you in ways he hadn’t done before, making you more and more wet, as well as his fingers which were just playing with you now. “Oh my-“ he cut you off with his lips again as you moaned more and more before he slipped a finger into you, moving it in and out, the other hand pulling your underwear down your legs, which you couldn’t help with due to the intense pleasure you were being put under.  “Stiles,” your voice had amplified as his mouth helped out his fingers, sending you further over the edge, almost ready to just jump down, but you didn’t feel it until he curled his fingers up and your moans continued rhythmically with his fingers. “Fuck, Stiles,” you let out as a warning before you had fallen and were already slowly advancing down from the high. You tugged at your restraints for the hundredth time as he smile, finally looking up from his work. “What the-“ you were panting from the exhilarating ride he took you on, but soon enough, his fingers had dived into you again.

“It’s about you, all right?” it was only a rhetorical question, seeing as you really couldn’t answer as he eased you into the rhythm again and you could feel another round pooling up in your stomach, your legs shaking as his fingers pumped. “Come on, Y/n, tell me how it makes you feel,” his mouth was by your ear as he whispered those words, which sent another shiver up your spine and after a few more words from him, you had come undone again, swearing and moaning all through it.

“Stiles,” you puffed out before his mouth was placed on yours again, kissing you roughly, like his fingers had worked, and you could taste yourself on his tongue while he had let you try and calm down for the two highs he lifted you to. Pretty soon, he put himself between you before he pulled his sweatpants down and he started to grind into your hips, making you arch your back. He took your chest into his two hands, massaging the best he could - which you’d never be able to describe - while also continuing his assault on your mouth. You’d done as he wanted twice already, and you could feel the beginning of the third as he kissed down from your mouth to your neck, sucking and licking in a few places, groaning quietly each time your skin touched the fabric of his boxers. You wanted to touch him and pleasure him as he had done for you, but you couldn’t. Why didn’t he want to feel pleasure? Why would he do this? It must have been killing not just you, but also him…

“Stiles, I need to touch you,” you whimpered as his mouth was at the top of your breasts.

“No,” he looked up, staring into your eyes. “I just want to see you writhing in your place from the pleasure,” he told you before starting to place a hickey on your collarbone.

“You’ve seen it twice,” you moaned out.

“More,” he told you simply before you had had enough and lifted your legs, your feet pushing his boxers down quite expertly. He chuckled before looking down at himself before averting his eyes to your face and smirking.

“Where’s that XXL condom now, huh?” you asked breathlessly as he grinned and reached into his bedside table’s drawer, pulling out one condom, which he opened before rolling it on.

“You should know, I used it on you,” he whispered before kissing you again, a little soft than previously, but only until he entered with a hard movement, making you almost scream out as he went deeper than you were ready for.

“Fuck, you-“

“Dick?” he helped out as he started to move and both of you started the climb to the high point before he sped up and pretty soon, he understood your suffering as he also came down. However, he still kept going.

He continued to try and please you in any way he could until you had to tell him it was enough because you couldn’t even feel anything anymore. At that point, he let out a loud sigh and fell into the bed next to you. “Holy shit, I hate you,” you managed to say as you closed your legs and tried to calm down from the last orgasm.

“You know you love me,” he chuckled before pressing a kiss to your neck one last time and reached over to undo your restraints. Once the handcuffs clicked open, you immediately ran your hands through his hair and kissed him, making him smile into it.

“I do.”

- I really really would like your reply anon, I’m not quite sure about this, I hope it was okay, some feedback about it would be fab! 



Reply 1997 Quotes

“When you like someone, you have eyes for her in the sides and the back of your head. And that if you don’t knock, there will be no answer. Standing in place will not get you what you want. There’s no such thing as fair play anymore.” – Yoon-jae

“The easiest thing we can do for the person we love is to throw ourselves away. The strength to do things that aren’t in our nature — that’s love.” — Yoon-jae

“Go Stop, a game where you have to match the same shapes to get points. There was a time when we struggled to be the same. But in one moment, we began to be different. That we were becoming different types of people — why was that so hard to acknowledge back then? People are all different; that’s the law of the universe, the law of human growth. Eighteen. We were maturing into different people, and having to accept those differences meant we were faced with yet another consequence of growing up.” – Yoon Jae

“Anyone’s secret tells a truth that I could not have known. And then when what I knew is no longer real… secrets have more power. How much of what I know is actually true?” – Shi Won

“A person’s heart has countless levels. Its depth cannot be known. Its limit can’t be known. You could fight to the death, and then exchange affection as if nothing ever happened. A red-blooded male could turn into an imbecile in front of the opposite sex. Yes, the truth is uncomfortable. But if we don’t embrace that discomfort, then we must live the rest of our lives believing what’s fake to be real. Even uncomfortable truths must be embraced. What you see is not everything.” – Shi Won

“Bumping into someone on the street, reaching for the same book at the library, or running under someone’s umbrella… I thought that falling in love would be special. I couldn’t imagine… that I’d fall because of something like this. Spring of 1996. My first love began that suddenly.” – Yoon Jae

“This life that might leap anywhere — there’s no use avoiding or ignoring it. There’s just facing it and getting beaten to a bloody pulp. But at times life can surprise us with gifts that make our hearts flutter. And if we endure sadness, we are rewarded with happiness.” – Yoon Jae

“You have to be content with a dream that’s close. If you chase after one that’s far away, your heart will hurt and your insides will burn. A futile passion only leaves heartache. That’s why life’s stupidest thing is a one-sided love. But the reason that stupid one-sided love is worth trying is… that passion can sometimes make miracles happen… sometimes go the long way around to help you fulfill a dream… and even if it doesn’t allow you to realize that dream, it allows you to linger near it and find happiness.” – Tae Woong

“They say that people are born with a red string that they can’t see, tied to their pinky fingers, and the end is tied to the one you’re fated to be with. But the thread is twisted this way and that, making it hard to find the other end.” – Yoon Jae

“People’s countless threads, all tangled together. But when I start to unravel it, I end up face to face with my fate, without even knowing it. If the red thread of fate really exists, then who is the one tied to my red thread?” – Yoon Jae

“The reason I like you? Because you’re that person. Because you’re you. Is there another reason besides that one? I’d rather know the reason if there was one. Then I could find a way to not like you. If I can’t avoid it, then there’s only one thing I want: to remain by your side, unchanged, for long time. Here’s to our love, that chills our hearts.” – Joon Hee

“Liking someone isn’t a choice. It comes from your heart.” – Joon Hee

“Why are you sorry? It’s not like you can choose who you like.” – Joon Hee

“Since the day of that accident, I lived having completely forgotten the fact that I was someone’s son. A relationship determined before I was born, a relationship that ends against my will – that’s family. And now I only have one family relationship left.” – Tae Woong

“There are relationships of differing levels of difficulty. To me, Yoon-jae was the easiest of them, to explain or to maintain: that of childhood playmates. But on this day, contrary to everything I knew, I discovered… that there might be the possibility that we’d be the most difficult kind of relationship in the world. The relationship with the highest level of difficulty: that of a man and a woman.” – Shi Won

“Each expecting different things, each looking at different places, each dreaming different dreams… everything that happens between one man and one woman, is just continuous love and war. You sulk, you pacify, you fight, you make up, you hurt, you embrace. A relationship like a manic-depressive patient who can’t make up his mind. But the hardest thing about the relationship between a man and a woman is the timing — if the love doesn’t begin at the same time, it’s unlikely to ever begin at all.” – Yoon Jae

“The one benefit to that top-degree-of-difficulty relationship between a man and a woman is… one word can overturn its mood at any time.” – Hak Chan

“What should I do? There are two people I love the most in the entire world. One is my hyung, who gave up everything because of me. And the other is you. It’s you… and hyung says he likes you. A lot. Like I do.” – Yoon Jae

“The reason my teen years are like a rushing wind is because I don’t yet know the answers: what it is I really want, who really loves me, who is it that I love. The time of life when I tumble here and there, searching for the answers. And then in the end, the moment when I figure out the answers to everything like a miracle… we had already become adults, and been doing big and small things. And like that, that winter was full of goodbyes.” – Shi Won

“My body remembered my ’90s. The moment I saw the person I had once been crazy about, I immediately returned to that ’90s fangirl, and my ’90s, which I thought were over, began all over again…” – Shi Won

“Oppa, I like you a lot… but my heart doesn’t race or flutter. I’m still young so I don’t know exactly how it feels to like somebody, but my heart now… is beating in a different direction. I’m sorry, oppa.” – Shi Won

“I’m not expecting anything right now. I’ll wait. Until you like me a lot… I’ll be your daddy long legs. Like now, always… next to you.” – Tae Woong

“I had forgotten. That if she liked something right now, she expressed the fire of that moment directly, and without hesitation. I could’ve just said: I like you. Be mine. I could say it like that right now. Back then, and even in this moment… I was just hesitating.” – Yoon Jae

“There is nothing more urgent than now. Because later might never come. Life isn’t long enough to speak of the next opportunity, rather than the now that’s before our eyes.” – Yoon Jae

“If you give up on now because of laziness or a lack of courage, there is no hope of another opportunity. If you love now, the best timing is now. You have to go before it’s too late, and you have to confess now. Because you never know what’ll happen later. The next opportunity might never come.” – Yoon Jae

“I’m sorry. You must’ve had a hard time too. But I only thought of myself. And I’m the only one you told everything to, because you thought of me as a friend. I don’t even know what I’m doing to you right now. I’m sorry.” – Shi Won

“She could have not known. There are times in life when you don’t know… that someone likes you.” – Joon Hee

“Then the game’s already over. No matter how much you think it over, there’s no answer. You already like her. So what choice is there? What decision to make? Don’t regret it later. Don’t use Hyung as an excuse. Do as your heart tells you.” – Joon Hee

“A person’s heart can’t be turned on and off like a switch. Once it’s turned on… it won’t turn off.” – Yoon Jae

“First love. The reason everyone’s first love is beautiful is not only because the love was pretty. At the time of first love, there was a youthfulness that didn’t know how to be wise, a me who was pure to the point of cruelty, and a you whose fire I couldn’t handle. It’s because I already know that I can never go back to that youthful, innocent, passionate time.” – Yoon Jae

“First love is reckless. Without calculating, it throws everything in with pure passion, and inevitably fails. But that’s why it’s dramatic — the reckless tales wrapped up in experiences or feelings that you can never have again.” – Yoon Jae

“First love is a time. Once it passes, it’s gone. Now you have to give a new love and a new time a chance. It might not be the experience or the purity of first love, but out of that scar is a love that grows and becomes a little more mature — you have to wait for an adult love. Only those who wait can dream of love.” – Yoon Jae

“When romance passes, life comes. Purity gets dirtied, passion freezes over, and youth turns to shrewdness as you age. That innocent era’s first love becomes fatigued and exhausted daily routine… and is why first love appears to be something that can’t be realized. Because those who succeed at realizing their first love… don’t tell you.” – Yoon Jae

“Succeeding at first love is nice too. There’s comfort that’s even better than your favorite sweater, but also an excitement that you can find when you’re tired of that comfort. As childhood playmates, as first loves, as lovers, and as husband and wife, we live through the same times, share the same memories, and grow old together. A familiar excitement. It’s nice.” – Yoon Jae

“If Tony and I both fell into the water, who whould you save first?” – Yoon Jae

The Difficult Kind - 1

Summary: When Killian Jones accidentally stumbles into Emma Swan’s undercover FBI investigation, first impressions are anything but good. Once the smoke clears, they never expect to see each other again. But with a common enemy and the stakes higher than ever, they quickly discover working together is the only choice. That goes rather poorly too – until it doesn’t. CS AU. 

Rating: M (for a reason) 

Author’s note: To quote a reader, this one is a bit “grittier” than what you may be used to from me. There is some dubious consent and moral ambiguity, so if that’s not your thing, this isn’t for you. @oubliette14​ made me the gorgeous graphic and has been invaluable along with @kliomuse​ for brainstorming and beta duties. Much love, ladies! 

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“Well done, dearie.”

Killian sketched a mocking bow, allowing himself just the proper amount of disrespect to keep character without losing life or limb. “I’m a man of my word.”

“Indeed.” Gold considered him from his spot behind a massive desk, his fingers forming a steeple as if in thought, though Killian knew from experience any thoughts the wretched man had were sinister at best. A long moment of tense silence followed, not a soul in the room daring to so much as breathe too deeply.

Including the frightened-looking girl standing at Gold’s elbow in a poor excuse for a dress, the hem barely long enough to cover the essentials. Her name was Emily, and that was all he knew – even the dignity of a last name was denied her. Beyond that, Killian knew what everyone else knew: the girl belonged to Gold.

The taste of bile on his tongue, Killian waited until Gold’s lips twisted into what passed for a smile. “Well, as it turns out, I’m a man of my word as well. I did promise it would be worth your while if you came through.”

“Your payment was generous, though hard be it for me to refuse your gratitude.” He turned up the charm, ignoring the heavy thud of his racing heart. The last thing he wanted was to be standing in front of such a monster, dueling with quips and barbs. He had much larger concerns, but he needed to maintain his access to come and go as he pleased.

Someone’s life depended on it.

“Yes, it was, wasn’t it? See, this is what I like about you, Charles. Criminals these days, they lack manners. They don’t understand a man’s word is his currency no matter his station in life. But you, you understand.” Gold smiled at him, a reptile in a suit. “Given your excellent execution of your task, allow me to extend my hospitality. Emily is yours for the evening.” The girl showed no reaction, her eyes on the floor even as Gold gave her a none too gentle push in Killian’s direction, her tangled blonde locks spilling over her shoulder as she nearly lost her balance in her heels.

Killian swallowed, his thoughts scrambling for a response. Of all the things Gold could have offered him, the barely legal girl who was either his prisoner, or his whore, or both, was the last thing he wanted any part of.

“If rumor is to be believed, a man once lost his hand for merely touching her,” he finally said, relieved to have found a plausible excuse. “I hate to think what I might lose should you change your mind. I’m rather fond of all my parts, you see.”

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Sweet Dreams- Theo Raeken  (Smut)

A/N: Hey, so this piece is my first ever smut piece, and I know a long time ago, probably within my first week of creating this blog, I said I would never write smut because I wasn’t good at it, but I decided to try my hand at it. I don’t really know if it’s good or not because I’m not reading it from a reader’s perspective, I’m reading it from a writer’s perspective, and they are two very different things. Anyway, this is first piece to reach 5,000 words and I know it seems like I just celebrated reaching 4,000 words like a month ago, but there really is such thing as progress and I feel super proud of me. Go me. End.

a/n: Oh yeah. SMUT warning. If you don’t like sex, or sex bothers you in any way, shape, or form, then this probably isn’t for you. But if you do like sex, and it doesn’t bother you then this is for you! Enjoy <3

tw: oral sex, penetration, teasing, denial, sex.


It was a simple order. Anyone could have followed it, but here you were, rooted to your spot like a tree, frozen in fear. The ground shook violently underneath you, throwing you backwards and onto your behind. There was a moment of silence before a growl sounded in the air, your mind immediately snapping back into focus, your feet scrambling to grab hold of the trembling ground. You felt your legs carrying you suddenly, diving through the wreckage of the collapsing building. Your lungs were crying out in pain, tears blurring your vision as you headed down the spiraling hallway. You let out a mixture of pants and cries, banging through the fire escape, afraid to look behind you. Eventually, you came to the end, your feet scrambling backwards from the rooftop, your mind whirling with fear.

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“I’ll Do It For You” - Jay Park

Originally posted by hpfanaticinfinity

The bed dipped as Jay joined you, the familiar smell of his aftershave and deodorant intoxicating, urging you to put down your phone – however interesting the group chat with your girls was, and focus on him.

“You really shouldn’t be looking like that.” You teased.

Jay chuckled, a cocky smirk ghosting his lips as he saw his reflection on the mirror – slightly damp hair and half naked only wearing his boxer without the matching wife beater he usually has on. “And here I thought you were tired after we thoroughly enjoyed getting reacquainted again.”

An eye roll and a scoff before you were back on your phone, scrolling back in the group chat to see if they have decided when and where to meet up and have the girl’s day out. Jay got back from tour last night and though he was too tired for anything last night, he made sure to make up for all those weeks apart. Showing you just how much he missed you, making sure you knew you were still dating him. (You’re fairly certain even your neighbours directly beside, above and below know exactly who you’re dating. They’ll surely no doubt be taking note on your hoarse voice when they see you on the elevators tomorrow.)

“Aw c’mon baby girl,” he says, inching closer to you. “You can’t be saying that, looking like that and then going back to acting like you’re tired.”

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Putting up a Fight

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N), Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Cheeky Dean, feisty reader, language, implied smut

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: This is written for @one-shots-supernatural hiatus writing challenge and this week’s prompt was: You are one insult away from starting a war.

Thanks to Rachel @mysupernaturalfics for being walking prompt and inspiring this.

Thanks to @bkwrm523 for adding a little Star Wars to this and to @blacktithe7 for giving me insult after insult to add.

Also thank you to the amazing @kayteonline for being my beta on this!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You were pissed as you ran from your car to the stairs of the bunker. Dean had locked the entrance to the garage, and you had no other choice but to make a run for it. It was pouring and you were completely drenched after the short jog from your car to the entrance.

When you finally got inside your clothes were sticking to your body, your long hair dripping and messy, and your shoes made a squishy squeaking sound along the floor as you made your way through the bunker, calling out to Sam and Dean. There was no answer.

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The Signs as People I Know

ARIES: is one of the chilliest people I know, but is also the angriest. Always internally screaming. A walking meme. The absolute best drum player. Is an amazing friend. Really funny when tired. Loves really hard.

TAURUS: Stubborn to a fault. The best at 2 am talks. Very small, the cutest thing. Really nice hair. Has nice style. A fantastic friend. Will argue even when wrong. Always slightly angry about something. Extremely lovable. The best laugh. Hates the word “nerd.”

GEMINI: gets angry really fast. Stresses over tiny things, realizes it doesn’t matter ten minutes into angry ranting. Hides feelings really easily. Is the epitome of “some days I like 50s music, some days I like extreme screamo.” Is the best at helping people deal with issues. Probably the nicest person, but only when they want to be.

CANCER: Cries a lot. Doesn’t think about other people as much as she should. Really pretty but doesn’t know it. Extremely weird in the best way. One of the most loyal. Has a gorgeous voice.

LEO: A little lazy. Really pretty hair. Very funny. Doesn’t know how to stand up for themselves. Trusts hard and falls fast. believes in voodoo and spirits. the most amazing actor.

VIRGO: The most adorable person I’ve ever met. Is funny no matter what he says. Takes advantage of people. Loved by everyone he meets. One of the best looking boys I’ve met. Rude at times. Doesn’t have a filter usually. Doesn’t know when to let people go.

LIBRA: The person I look for advice from. The prettiest woman, even when she aged. Worried what others thought. Had the best clothes, even when she was at home, and loved me more than I ever knew. The nicest and most giving person. Vain to a fault. Had the best hugs, which is what I miss most. I could write novels about her.

SCORPIO: Complains too much. Beautiful but very insecure. Loud when excited. Super cute. Has my dream closet. Great to road trip with. An amazing storyteller. Always orders the best food, even when it’s a stab in the dark. Every hair color works for her.

SAGITTARIUS: Loves my laugh; I love his laugh. Has the cutest tummy and the most amazing hair. Has the same taste in music and style as I do. Insensitive at times. Has the best jokes, and laughs at mine even when they’re not funny. The best secret keeper. Loves to drive. A bit of a show off. Has the craziest ideas, and is so much smarter than he lets on. Does dumb stuff for laughs. Talented beyond comprehension. Has the prettiest brown eyes.

CAPRICORN: Nice at times. The most naturally pretty person I’ve known in my age group. Hates me but pretends to be my friend. Style resembles Taylor Swift. Has the prettiest smile.

AQUARIUS: My platonic soulmate. Mean without knowing it. Absolutely beautiful and brilliant. My best friend. The ultimate friend to nap with. Love her unconditionally. Has the most amazing music taste. The best mind. Human rights warrior. Stands for what she believes in, especially if she’s standing alone.

PISCES: The nicest and purest person I’ve ever met. Doesn’t fear germs. Has the rosiest outlook on life. Lies a little to protect people’s feelings. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Spends too much.