i have a small crush on her

anonymous asked:

Phoenix I need your help! I'm a newly aware bi woman (thanks internalized biphobia), and I'm married to a man. I haven't come out yet though. My 10 yr old daughter just told me she thinks she's bi, and that she has crushes on girls. I've told her I'm proud of her and that she's amazing to have realized this already in her life. How do I encourage her to be herself but also to protect herself from the rural dipshit homophobia within our small town? How do I help her become her best gay self?

You are so sweet and wonderful and truly the best type of parent!!! I’m not a parent and never will be, so I don’t know how much I can help, but the best things my parents did for me was to stand up for me in public when people acted homophobic, and tell me they loved me regardless of who I dated. I recommend talking to Rubia, @vibey-lesbian, her mother is amazing and she made a post about it once that really moved me. Also @phd-mama is a wonderful bi mom with bi kids, and @laynefaire is a wonderful parent to a lesbian daughter!  They would probably be very helpful resources. Congrats to you and your daughter love! 

anonymous asked:

You’ve heard of high school Gwenvid, now get ready for PTA Gwenvid! They meet in the PTA and David appreciates how Gwen will not take any shit from Sharon. Bonus au! Dadvid meets one of Max’s teachers and starts to have a small (huge) crush on her. Sorry, I’m trash

Bonus bonus, the teacher is actually Gwen who hates Sharon just as much and Gwen is Max’s favourite for obvious reasons.

(Did I read it right? I’m sorry if I didn’t. Let me know if I didn’t read it correctly)

Room For Dessert 01

Description: A boring company dinner gets a little bit spicy when you notice the tension between you and your table’s waiter.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 8.1k

Index: 01, 02, 02.5

A/N: Filth. Straight filth. That’s what this is. Jungkook’s graduation photos pretty much ruined me, especially when I saw the one of him taking their order and just looking so good and UGH. This is the result. Sin. Filth. Porn put to words. Enjoy. Please try not to die. 

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this is a story about a sorcerer and a knight. well, a knight-in-training. they go by KiT, a nickname for their title, but a perfectly good name for anyone. kit’s a good squire, for the most part, but they have a knack for getting into trouble.

this time the trouble is they just fuckin decked another knight in the middle of the tavern.

“keep your hands off my friend,” kit tells the shocked personification of grossness, now sitting on his ass on the ground. kit’s pretty sure the message was already sent though the ass-kicking, but it doesn’t hurt to be thorough.

the man splutters for a minute before finding his tongue. “you— you— you piece of shit, you’ll pay for this. i have powerful friends.”

“bring it on,” kit retorts. they’re feeling pretty confident right now.

they’re feeling significantly less confident as two other men step up behind the first guy.

“outside,” the first growls.

“we’re zit and wedge, and we’re going to kick your ass,” the second one clarifies. 

zit nods. “but we don’t want to make a mess of you on mal’s floor, since it was just scrubbed and all.”

kit glances at mal, who they rather thought was a friend, to find her nodding appreciatively. “brawlers these days are so polite. out you three go.”

kit wilts. “but… there’s just one of me.”

it’s around this time, when the two other guys are starting to crack their knuckles and look like they’re going to drag kit outside whether they like it or not, that someone else pushes their way through the small crowd that’s forming.

“’scuse me, pardon me. hello. what’s going on here?”

she’s got bright blue hair, of the kind that you get from mucking around with magic too much. everyone immediately reassesses the situation, and watches her warily. a sorcerer can quickly change the way a brawl plays out, if they feel like intervening. kit sincerely hopes she does.

“miss,” zit jumps in before kit can get a word in, “this young… person, here, just brutally attacked my poor friend, and me and wedge think we ought to be able to teach them a lesson in manners.”

the sorcerer studies him for a moment, as if considering his statement, and kit grabs their chance.

“pimple here is completely leaving out the fact that their friend wouldn’t leave my friend alone, after she asked him to go away twice!”

zit bristles, and looks to the sorcerer for her judgment.

she considers for while. “can anyone vouch for this knight’s statement?”

“i was the one getting hit on!” tea shouts from behind kit’s shoulder.

the sorcerer digests the witness’s statement. “hm. i’m inclined to see this as a case of self-defense, through the channel of someone who was not the self being hit on. i would suggest that all the parties involved accept the ruling of “he who gets their ass kicked probably deserves it”, and move on.”

“fat chance,” wedge growls. “the pack sticks together. we have to defend our leader.”

werewolves, kit sighs internally. it just figured.

there’s a dramatic pause, then the sorcerer says cooly, “you try it, and you’ll get your asses kicked too.”

zit and wedge eye her warily. kit eyes all three of them, which is hard with only two eyes.

“i reckon we could take a sorcerer,” wedge hypothesizes— an idea that would be quickly proven false in any laboratory experiment.

but this is a tavern, and the sorcerer has a delayed reaction, only raising her hands when zit charges at her. kit flinches back, sure she’s about to be crushed, but the next moment flames explode in the small space between the sorcerer and zit. there’s a yelp, and mad scrambling back from the sorcerer.

“i have nowhere to be until book club at midnight,” the sorcerer informs them calmly, her hands still out, palms up and ready to summon more flame. kit squints at them. “so i have plenty of time to teach you a lesson.”

apparently rescinding their hypothesis, all three werewolves make a mad dash for the door and disappear into the night.

the sorcerer smiles victoriously, and shakes her bright hair out of her face. kit squints at her scalp as she turns to them. “all good?”

“yes, thank you,” tea says, sounding impressed. “wow… a fire summoner. i didn’t know there were any teenagers powerful enough.”

kit has no other specific places to squint, so they just stare hard at the sorcerer’s face. “yeah… thanks. that was really cool.”

she waves their thanks off with one hand, a few strands of smoke issuing from her sleeves. “all in a day’s work. i’ll be off now.”

kit leaves tea with mal, though they frankly no longer trust her so much, and follows the sorcerer out the door. “hey, wait! you, blue hair magic person. what are you?”

“a masked vigilante,” she says, after a pause. “without the mask, because magic.”

kit blinks at that, before realizing she’s perfectly right. besides the definite ideas that she’s female and blue-haired, kit seems to forget what she looks like one moment to the next. kinda neat, honestly, though disconcerting.

they shake their head. “no, i mean… you’re not a sorcerer. i’ve seen people summon fire, and it comes from a loosely closed fist, not an open hand. also, your hair is dyed, not magically changed.”

she doesn’t answer for a moment, then looks stumped, and continues to not answer.

“well?” kit asks.

“fine,” she admits. “i’m a sorcerer in training, but the fake mask is about the most complicated magic i can do. the hair is so people will take me seriously when i do masked vigilante stuff.”

“and the fire?” kit persists.

after a moment, she shakes out her sleeve, sending a tiny purple dragon tumbling into her other hand. “my helper. my fire aid, if you will. you’re the first person to notice, you know?”

“just logic and being awesome,” kit says with a shrug, feeling pleased. neither are skills they get to show off a lot. they kinda feel like they’ve earned something for it. “hey, can i ask you a question?”

after a pause, the sorcerer in training says, “go for it.”

“why do you wait a second before responding to anything?”

their question is punctuated by a pause before she answers.

then the sorcerer motions kit closer, and tucks her hair behind her ears. the knight-in-training leans in, gaping. there’s a green dragon no longer than the length of one finger perched behind her ear, claws holding onto her piercings for balance. it unwedges one tiny wing to wave at them.

“what the fuck,” kit says, unable to find a reason for this from logic or being awesome.

“what the fuck,” the dragon repeats, pushing its snoot practically inside the sorcerer’s ear.

“this is peep,” she says. “my hearing is shit, so it helps me out. i call it my hearing aid.”

the draconian hearing aid preens under the knight-in-training’s stare.

“shit,” kit mumbles, for lack of better words.

“shit!” the dragon crows, gleefully.

Some things in the book that may point to Eddie being gay

A bunch of people sent me asks and messaged me asking to make a post about the scenes in the book that code Eddie as gay. Of course, there’s nothing in the book that straight up says “Eddie is gay,” but there are some things that may imply it:

- The most talked about thing is Eddie’s encounter with the leper. This scene in the book is a bit different than in the movie in that instead of just chasing Eddie looking super gross and disease ridden, the leper in the book offers to give Eddie a blowjob. 

This, being Eddie’s biggest fear, can be interpreted in several ways. Of course, the most obvious is the leper itself represents Eddie’s fear of disease and dirtiness. He feels that if he touches it, he will instantly begin to rot from the inside out. However, the offerings of a blowjob at first for a dime and then for free not only shows Eddie’s fear of sex in general (with how much his mother likely repressed him sexually, but also instilled a fear of sex) but also of his fear of sex with men. 

- At a point in the book, Eddie talks about how he suddenly began fearing going to church and celebrating communion. He says this fear began after a story that his Sunday School teacher told, but it definitely appears to reach much deeper than that. 

He says that he feels “not worthy” and as though he’d be “damned to Hell” which he, seemingly, has no reason to feel that way. It seems as though he knows he’s doing something “wrong” in the eyes of God. 

- The very first thing we learn about Eddie when we’re introduced to him as an adult in the beginning of the novel is that he does not love his wife, and that she is nearly a carbon copy of his mother. It is made very clear that Eddie did not want to marry her, and that he only did so because he found the same comfort and safety in her that he found in his mother. This can easily be taken as him marrying a “beard” or a woman just to have a wife. 

- In general, Eddie’s mother is very repressing and homophobic throughout the book. That seemed to be obvious, but I just thought I’d make that point clear. That definitely would have added to his internalized homophobia as a child.

- Eddie has many notable similarities and parallels to Adrian Mellon, one of the only openly gay characters in the book. They were both described as fragile, and suffered from asthma.  

Another small thing to note between Adrian and Eddie is that they’re called the same nicknames Don Hagarty (Adrian’s boyfriend) and Richie respectively. 

- Eddie only talks about having a “crush” on a girl once, and when he described why he liked her he only described her physical appearance. This is typical for gay kids, who want to seem as though they are attracted to the opposite sex but can only describe why they like them in the most obvious senses: the way they look. 

- There are some weird sexual innuendo scenes between Richie and Eddie that King decided to put in for whatever reason. I made a post about it. Oh, and while we’re here, here’s my post about scenes with Richie and Eddie in book if you’re interested. 

- I don’t know if this would count as something pointing to Eddie being gay, but I wanted to include it anyways. During the sewer sex scene with Bev, Eddie is very much not consenting and seems very not okay with the whole thing. Here’s my post about this that I made a while back and want more people to notice. 

- In the miniseries and throughout the whole book, he’s often called a girly boy, a queer boy, a fag, etc. 

- Finally, Stephen King gave Eddie characteristics that are often stereotyped with gay men. He’s small, fragile, feminine, clean, and easily frightened. As always, I’m not saying gay men have these characteristics, they’re just characteristics that people stereotype gay men to have, including the other gay men that King wrote in this book and in others. 

Sorry this post is so long. I wanted to make sure I could add quotes and references to as many of these as I could to back up my claims. Please feel free to add anything else from the books/miniseries/movie/etc. that you think show this as well!

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Curiosity Killed The Cat - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,437

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Mentions of Public Sex, 69, Orgasm Denial, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, A LOT OF FILTH

Notes: This is 100000000% for my precious Camile, @minhosmeanhoe because she wanted something involving Stiles and masturbation because this is all we ever talk about (we are horny fuckers lol). But, even better, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMILE. You are one of my bestest friends I am glad I am able to talk to you daily. I don’t know what I would do without you. I LOVE YOU!!!!❤️

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~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~PART THIRTEEN

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Jungkook quickly jogged in the direction of your dorm room. How could he be so stupid? Even if Y/F/N was his pen pal, he was willing to let go of you and your friendship? After everything? What a dick move, he thought to himself.

He didn’t know why you were the one apologizing when he was the dick who didn’t even look in your direction for the past two weeks. He wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t open the door.

“Y/N?” He lightly knocked on your room door. Were you even there?

“He’s here,” he heard a low voice through the door.

“Shut up, Tae!” He heard you shush through the door.

“Y/N, I know you’re there,” Jungkook sighed, leaning his arm against the door.

“I don’t need to hear it. I know I lied to you and I’m sorry, okay?” You murmured. 

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing. It’s me, really.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. I was an inconsiderate asshole who deserted you. Sure, I was hurt because I thought you were just averting me from meeting my pen pal whom you knew all along. But a part of me knew you wouldn’t do that. Yet, I didn’t listen to that part of me. So I stopped seeing you. At first, it felt like I was empty but then it hurt. Really hurt. I saw you around, alone at the cafe or on campus and damn, I was crushed. But I had my stupid pride and ignored your obvious sadness. You don’t know how much I wanted to walk up to you sometimes, but those times were when I was around Y/F/N.”

He heard you scoff at the mention of her name. He continued, “I honestly can’t believe that I was willing to give you up over something so stupid. You’re way too special to me, Y/N.”

“Meaning?” Taehyung shouted from the other side of the door, urging him to go on. Jungkook heard the sound of a smack and Taehyung winced, “Ow!”


From beside you, Taehyung sat criss-crossed, rubbing his arm which had a newly formed red mark on it. “What was that for?”

“Be quiet, would you?” You pleaded, nodding your head towards the door.

“Meaning I care about you…a lot. Maybe a little too much, for my own good,” Jungkook replied vaguely. What was that supposed to mean? You wanted to urge him to elaborate but it seems, once again, Taehyung beat you to the punch.

“Which means?” 

“Y/N, I love you.”

Before you could process what Jungkook had just said, an inhuman sound was heard from next to you. 

Turning your head to the side, you saw Taehyung laying on the ground, clutching his chest, and his eyes shut.

“Namjoon hyung owes me twenty dollars!” He hollered, jumping up. “Y/N, I’m helping you out here. Have fun!” Taehyung opened the door and made eye contact with Jungkook for a split second, before breaking out into a grin. 

“Good luck,” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s arm and slid past him and ran out of your dorm. Your eyes stayed glued to the carpet floor under you.

“You what?” You managed to speak. 

Rubbing the back of his neck, awkwardly, he sighed, “Yeah, I know; funny way of showing it, right? But I guess I was just so hurt by what you ‘did’, and my pride got in the way.”

As if breaking out of your daze, you shook your head, “But I lied to you first. Yeah, you made me feel like absolute shit, but it was my fault. If I didn’t lie in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.” You stood up in front of him. 

“You had a good reason,” He said, softly.

“Being insecure? Wow, what a great reason,” You rolled your eyes at yourself.

Jungkook took hold of your hands, “I made you feel insecure. I was rude enough to accuse you for not being my pen pal once I got here. I’d do the same if a girl showed up at my door and looked at me the way I looked at you. But believe me, I never looked at you like that again.”

When you said nothing, he took it as an opportunity to keep talking, “As we kept hanging out, I realized how freaking attracted I was to you. Not because of your appearance, not gonna lie though, you rock the whole I don’t give a fuck about my hair look, but because of your personality. Whenever you were looking away or telling a story, man, I only had eyes for you. Call me cheesy but I don’t care. Y/N, I definitely don’t deserve you but please take into consideration my apology,” Jungkook pled, not letting go of your hands.

 Looking down at his hands holding yours, you realized just how well they fit together. Feeling your cheeks heat up, as if you were just remembering that he was confessing, you looked away. 

“Kook, I know you hurt me, but I forgive you.”

“That easily? No way. Can’t you yell at me or scold me?”

“Kook, I’m not your mother. I forgive you. It’s Y/F/N who I don’t, nor will ever forgive.”

Biting his lip, he looked down at you. “No offense because I knew you two were friends at one point, but she’s annoying as hell.”

“Oh, I know,” you scoffed with laugh.

“Seriously! If she wasn’t exposed I probably would’ve found out sooner that she wasn’t my pen pal. She was so…clingy? Definitely not my Sarcastic Princess,” he finished with a smirk. 

Your Sarcastic Princess, huh?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I still can’t believe I didn’t realize. You’re the same person! I mean, at least I don’t feel bad anymore, though,” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Feel bad about what?”

“I was kind of torn…I had this small crush on her but then I had feelings for you and you have no idea how confused I was as to how I could like two people at the same time. Turns out, it wasn’t two people.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you said, “Well, hey, if it makes you feel any better, the feelings are mutual.”

“They are? Even after–”

“If my actions were so easily forgiven by you, why can’t be yours?” You shrugged. “Plus, who needs drama? I miss our lazy days when all we cared about was that essay we needed to write for the next day.”

“I like the sound of that,” Jungkook smiled, thoughtfully. If he didn’t love you as much before, he certainly did now. Relationships weren’t perfect, but for the two of you, your fizzle happened before it actually started, and that was okay.

“So? Past is in the past?”

“First I need to do one thing…Hm, make that two things,” Jungkook grinned. 

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Firstly,” He began, before cupping your cheeks and placed a soft peck to your lips. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make your heart race.

 After pulling away with a cheeky smile, Jungkook grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the room. 

“Secondly, how about we get some revenge?”


WOOP WOOP I LIED! ONE MORE PART OR SO AFTER THIS ONE!

Part 14?👀👀👀

Between otherworldly Creatures II pt.1

taehyung x reader, jimin x reader

genre: contents of smut, fuckboy!taehyung, fratboy!jimin, dirty ‘truth or dare’

word count: 9.2k


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Two stunning guys toyed with your head as you planned to get your friend hooked up with her crush at a party, but the game ‘truth or dare’ heated things up between the two boys and yourself. It shouldn’t take too long ere you had to decide between an angel and a demon.

Your legs were worn out, sweat pooling on your forehead while you followed your new friend to the showers of the gym. Her name was Tara and you met her two month ago as you stepped into the class of your first seminar in your college. You were on the same page with the skinny girl the moment you first spoke to her and from then on you even changed apartments to move in with the red head. She was kind of your anchor as you were new to your city, no friends, – especially your male bestie Jungkook – no family, just you and a big suitcase with the most important stuff from home. It was an exhausting but exciting time in your life and thanks to Tara it was more exciting than exhausting.

“The workout was lit, y/n”, Tara said while starting the sprinkler of the shower. “I think I lost five pounds the last weeks thanks to you. And Tae can bet his nice little ass that I will catch him next week at his party!”

You laughed, tired bones following her motions as you also let the hot water flow down your figure. “You have a nice body and if he doesn’t fall for you right away then he is blind and dumb”, you told her, wiggling your eyebrows at her. Four weeks ago you dragged her to the gym to lose some pounds. You felt at peace in your body now, but Tara brought you at the verge every time as she knew that this weekend her crush, Taehyung, throw a fratparty with some colleagues. She was all over him and he didn’t even know how she felt. Tara knew him through her brother, Jimin, but the picture of her being Jimin’s innocent little sister never left his mind, so she told you. But this weekend should change their relationship. In the last two month you obtained a close friendship, never leaving each other for more than a few hours, even though she didn’t want to show you pictures of her crush. She got really shy if you asked her about him, but this party would satisfy your curiosity.

“Be my wingman, y/n. No pussy is allowed to reach him this night”, she said pointing her painted nail in your direction. “And what’s most important bring lubricant and condoms!”

Confusion traced your features while you shampooed your hair. “For what do you need lubrication?”

“Y/n. I had many guys and if I want to bond Tae I have to offer him more than boring, monotonous sex, if you know what I mean.”

You shook your head, a small giggle falling from your wet lips. Tara was some levels above you, a kinky girl no guy could withstand. Why haven’t you guessed that she had some intense plans for that night? It was typical as you had seen many things over the last eight weeks of your cohabitation. From threesomes, over anal in the living room to deafening moans out of her bedroom, you have seen it all, mostly unintentional and awkward. But you got advice on many subjects from her and living with Tara never got boring.

“Got it. Let’s make this night yours Tara”, grinning you splashed some water in her direction to which she laughed, taking her revenge.


“I’m sorry to say this y/n, but if you want someone to notice you, you should change this grandma panties. Now”, Tara reprimanded you as she tried to peal you out of your underwear. “Why do you even have something like this?”

You two girls laughed as you stood half naked in front of your friend. She judged your outfit and both, your cute blouse and the underwear were rejected as Tara lay her eyes on them. You on the other side found your outfit fit for the occasion before the red haired girl left your bedroom. Seconds later she came back, a shiny silver crop top and tight black skirt in her manicured hands.

“Show me your wardrobe. Do you own at least some nice dessous?”, she asked, handing you her clothes. “My friends are no party pooper with no sense of fashion, y/n.”

Tara was exaggerating as it was Taehyung’s party and she wanted it to be perfect, for herself and for you. The last days you told her how long it had been since someone fucked you and after that it was the second thing she wanted to make sure happened this night. Yes, you wanted to get laid, too, but on your own pace, with your own style and so on.

“Try this and get dressed while I do my make-up”, Tara reached for some white, lacy underwear that looked so fucking innocent. “No guy can refuse a girl who looks chaste but is actually dirty.”

With doubts you took the undergarment, changing in it as Tara left your room. Her clothes fit you well, the crop top playing around your upper curves while your stomach was showing. The skirt was short, there was no other words to describe it rather than black, short, revealing, tight. Every important part was covered with fabric, but you felt kind of naked as it was not the style you went with usually. Your hair and make-up you did for yourself, not wanting to look like the baddest bitch if Tara did it for you. The thought alone made your skin tingle, because the last time she ran riot on your skin she used so much make-up that you pealed it off after the night.

“I definitely approve, y/n. You look hot!”, Tara came into your room half an hour later, seeing how far you were to going out. “I bet my brother will like you. A lot.”

You rolled your eyes at her statement. It was not the first time Tara mentioned that her brother was the perfect match for you as he was no playboy and had a compassionate, caring heart. Unfortunately you never saw a picture of him nor had you ever met him personally as to why you never toyed with the idea of fucking him. Even though Tara said that nobody was better than her brother – she was family – you knew which guys she liked and if playboy number one got her attentiveness then her brother’s character had to be close to his. And on top they were best friends and that made your decision glass clear. No Jimin, never Taehyung.

“You look pretty..nasty, to be honest”, you declared, looking at her chosen outfit. Well, she had taste – at least sometimes – but today her attire contained a tight, red, low-cut, shoulder free dress which was so short that you could make out the dark fabric of her thong. It was more than you gave her credit for, but if she wanted to succeed with the plan she imposed, it was for the best to go as slutty as possible.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. To be honest, y/n, I think Tae won’t be able to maintain a proper relationship, so my plan is to just get some good fucks out of it”, she sighed, painting her lips in dark red, completing her outfit.


The way was far shorter than you imagined as the cab held in front of a huge house, loud music roaring through the open windows and several dozen people storming the entrance. You were more than content that it was your destination, the fratparty thrown by Taehyung and his friends. You got off of the cab, pulling your skirt down with pain and misery. Oh, the night would be long, you felt it in your bones. Tara took your hand as you walked reluctantly behind her, glancing at the many people inside the house.

“Step number one is to find some alcohol to drown”, she said, leading you through different kinds of masses. “Step two is to find out where Tae is, and Jimin of course.” She winked at you, but you just scoffed at her words.

Tara left you for a moment in the centre of the house while she looked where to find the burning liquid. Therefore you had some time to scan the room of familiar faces, but the guys and girls which were present were all strangers. Most boys already drunk, checking out the dancing girls whom rhythmically moved to the loud music while flirting with some dudes whom had the courage to talk to them. To your disappointment was the clientele of guys not what Tara had promised you. Drunken guys, sweating and staggering could be seen at every frathouse, but Tara assured you that thanks to the host nearly all guys were absolute hot and willing. Everything you witnessed was the complete opposite, greasy and easy to catch. And here you stood, dressed up, too sober and not amused, but as long as Tara got what she wanted, you didn’t want to block her path.

“Ah, y/n! I’m back”, Tara walked in your direction, catching every male’s glance in the room as she tiptoed in her high heels, moving along to the beat. “It took so long because some guys were persistent in flirting with me. Annoying folk.”

Thanking you took the red cup from her hand, taking a large gulp immediately as to why the alcohol burned your throat. Coughing you turned to Tara who avoided your view innocently.

“Holy shit, Tara. What did you give me?”

“Just a little vodka with some coke”, she grinned, scanning the room from the corner you stood in.

“I don’t wanna get wasted tonight. At least not at the beginning”, you scoffed at her before you drowned the drink fully. It was exactly what you needed and after this you had plenty of time until you were thirsty again. The liquid courage was more than helpful to relax your stiffened limbs.

“It’s time for the next step, y/n”, she announced, throwing her empty cup into the bin bag next to her. “Look out for a tall guy, hair mostly fallen on his forehead and certainly talking to some shorter guy”, she advised you before she turned on her heel. “I will be looking for them upstairs, you have to search in the living room, okay? And message me if you found someone who might match to my description!”

You definitely would send her a message, but her description was so meek that you did not know who you were even looking for. Sorry for Tara you just danced your way through the living room before you sat down next to some guys on the couch. They were talking, their backs turned away from you as you snatched another drink, sipping tardily on it to disperse your boredom while slightly bouncing to the beat. Your eyes transited through the masses which danced around you, making you move to the music as well, just seated. Everything was quite fine as you still tried to find Tara’s crush until the guys next to you made an uproar, twitching in their seats while laughing out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed you giggled lightly at their boyish manners before the guy next to you fell back, bumping into your side.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dud-”, he turned around, seeing that you were not part of their group while he apologized, a box smile on his handsome face till he saw you. And the first time this night your attention was caught by someone. He had soft hair that fell into his forehead, big chocolate colored eyes with extremely long eyelashes. His lips were from a dark pink hue, contrasting to his tanned, flawless skin and the light shirt he wore. He was nearly glowing. You saw his box smile as he turned towards you, narrowing his eyes in a rush of..shyness? You couldn’t fathom his expression.

“It’s okay, nothing happened anyway”, you reassured the guy, smiling at him with pearly teeth as you crossed your legs in front of him. Unluckily your skirt slid further up, revealing far more skin than you wanted to. His big, dark eyes followed your motion, cocking up his hidden eyebrows. He was seemingly interest now.

“Even though, I should apologize decently to such a stunning girl”, his voice was low as he turned his whole body into a straight position, facing you completely by now.

Should you be flirting right now? You promised Tara to concentrate on her request and after you helped her you were ‘allowed’ to find someone for yourself. But the utterly attractive guy next to you made this task a lot more difficult.

“And I’m sorry to reject you so bluntly, but I don’t have time right now”, you said, avoiding his gaze that checked you out from top to toe. “Maybe some other time.”

“I see no reason why you would be so busy. Or do you wait for your fuck buddy?”, he pulled his hidden eyebrows up again, tilting his head to look you in your face. “Not that it would be a hindrance though.”

You giggled, he was so rude and had absolutely no shame, did he? The few sentences you exchanged said a lot more about his personality than others revealed in hours.

“Just to your information, I don’t have a ‘fuck buddy’, but I have a personal matter I have to take care of first. So fuck off for a while, will you?”, your voice was sweet, but laced with annoyance.

“But I don’t want to 'fuck off’. How can someone leave you right next to me anyway? You look too hot for me to let you alone”, he said, his voice an octave darker. “And to be honest, I’m not the guy to talk around the bush. I think you’re just my type and I bet I’m yours.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. Were you that predictable? Your head shot towards the guy beside you. He casually supported his head with his hand as he leaned against the rest of the couch you sat on. His dark eyes sparkling with interest, looking you straight in yours before he traced his view down your body. You felt very intimidated, sort of naked under his stare and began to squirm on your spot.

“Let me tell you this. Every guy in this house will tell you cheesy lines about how beautiful you look tonight, how pretty your face is or how he cares only about personality. But with me you get honesty. I won’t tell you anything to get into your panties. I will tell you straight what I want. And right now it is you”, he shrugged his wide shoulders, leaning further to you just to whisper the last phrase in your ear.

Goosebumps formed on your arms at his naughty words. You met many guys that were quite straightforward but never once had someone told you that he wanted to fuck you as bluntly as this guy did. But you liked it, kind of.

“Your little talk is nice and so on, but I really am distracted right now”, you sighed in all honesty. It was one thing that you wanted to help Tara, but it was another to finally meet someone who brought your blood to boil with his words.

“Time for a quickie then?”

You laughed at him and he showed his box smile again, perfect teeth showing in your direction.

“See, I’m making you laugh. That’s a good sign. But my question was serious”, grinning he nodded as to why you giggled slightly.

Okay, despite his blunt offer was he very charming and kind of cute, you had to admit. You really thought about just going for a round in the next free room, biting on your bottom lip. “I concede, you are a funny guy, but today I’m not in the mood”, you said as you looked him in his brown eyes, an apologizing smile on your pink lips. You shouldn’t do it, despite wanting him.

Pouting he leaned back again, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. “How about you give me your number as an apology?”

You contemplated for a while, but fast you decided to give him your phone and in exchange you got his. “I call you if I want some sort of company.”

He shot you a lopsided grin, eyes getting darker as lust filled them. “I’m down for anything, so don’t be shy to message me anytime. By the way, what it your-”

“Oh, Tae! What a coincidence to see you around!”, an all too familiar voice was heard from next to you. Confusion lacing your expression as you saw that Tara stood beside you, smiling suggestively. Just then it hit you like a truck. Tara addressed the guy next to you, not anyone. The guy who you gave your number and was so deliciously checking you out. The same guy whose box smile you found cute and whose words made you laugh and a little aroused.

“Hey, Tara. Long time no see”, Taehyung smiled at her, clearly annoyed for her interference as he was interrupted before he could ask you for your name. If she came only a minute later you could’ve rejected him. Had you known that it was him, the guy the both of you were here for.

“How’ve you been lately?”, silently she motioned for you to slide further to the armrest of the couch so her body fit between Taehyung and you. Slowly you did as she asked you before you shot a glaring glance towards the handsome guy. If  you would’ve know that he’s Tara’s crush you would’ve immediately stopped every try of his and certainly you would’ve never given him your number in the first place.

“The usual”, he simply answered. “And you? I heard you visit the college since two month.”

She laughed softly, laying her hand on his knee. “Jimin must’ve told you. Yeah, college is nice. But before we go in this is my friend y/n.” Tara motioned to you.

“Ah yeah I-”

“Nice to meet you”, you interrupted him hastily, shaking your head a 'no’ at his next words. The boy understood immediately, a knowing smirk laying on his pretty lips.

“Pleasure is mine, y/n. I’m Taehyung”, he leaned over Tara, whose cheeks were tinged in red at his sudden motion, to shake your hand. He remained a little too long in this position while ginning at you, an amused expression behind his eyes.

“Have you seen Jimin? About an hour ago did he leave”, Taehyung said, never leaving your gaze as he sat back. “He might wanna see you.” You were sure to hear the feeling of stress in his voice, wanting for Tara to leave him alone with you.

But the girl next to you crossed her legs as you did before, her dress revealing everything she wore underneath. You poked her, but a hiss signalled for you to go away. You cleared your throat, standing up while pushing your skirt down, again. “I’m heading for the bathroom.”

A small, faked protest left Tara’s lips ere she winked you, returning her entire attention to Taehyung who followed you with his eyes, an evil smirk plastered on his pink lips. You might be fun.

The false excuse you used brought you into the kitchen of the frathouse, lots of alcoholic drinks around you. And you needed that for what was supposed to come.

TaeTae: Are we on the same page here?

You: ?

Was he texting you right now, while sitting next to Tara? He couldn’t be serious, she was all over him and he should appreciate that! And why did he write 'TaeTae’? Such a child. Although you thought that, a small smile crawled onto your lips.

TaeTae: You’re a sneaky little girl, y/n. Do you think I’m blind? So, Tara isn’t allowed to know that I wanna fuck you?

Your heart sank to the bottom at his text. How did he know? You hadn’t given him the credit to be that keen. But Tara is your friend and you should do everything possible to turn the tables around again. Therefore you just wrote one last message before deleting his number.

You: Listen. I’m not the least bit interested anymore. You are too greasy for me and Tara has nothing to do with that.

It was the right decision, you had promised her that no other pussy was allowed to reach him. You included. Your phone vibrated as another message was sent to you, but instead of reading it, you pressed the delete button a second time. Sighing you leaned against the kitchen counter, not even daring to take another cup as you grabbed a bottle of alcohol and took a deep gulp. The liquid burned its way down, making you shudder ere you set it up at your lips again.

“Slow down there!”, a melodious voice rung to you ears, whereas you took the bottle down. A mean remark lay on your tongue as you turned to the stranger, but was stuck at his appearance. It was a guy a few years older than you – maybe Taehyung’s age – and he looked incredibly attractive. He had tanned, golden like skin, a toned body, maybe one that was sculptured by the gods, under his tight dark shirt, ripped, light jeans, wearing a reversed snap-back his hair sticking out on the backside. His almond shaped eyes were crinkled as he flashed you his smile, a crooked front tooth showing through his plump lips. You swallowed the remaining liquid you had in your mouth, the guy leaning next to you.

“Rough night, huh?”, he asked, taking the bottle in his hands. “I can tell you a thing or two about it.”

Perplexed you looked at him as he ingested the last drops of the bottle in one go. Certainly you drank because you were shook about Taehyung and Tara, but what might be the case for someone so good looking to drown his thoughts in alcohol?

“No, just a little complicated”, you laughed shyly, rubbing your bare arms. “Just playing the wingman for my friend. And by luck the guy tried to hook up with me before she came.” You didn’t know why you told him that, but now that it was said you felt a little lighter.

“Sounds pretty bad. I got dumped right now, so let’s toast to being lonely”, his voice sounded cheerful but you could hear the sourness in it and saw the bitterness in his eyes.

His situation was worse than yours. A little flirt was okay, but getting dumped was something on another level, not even worth comparing. You turned in his direction, leaning in further.

“Let me be blunt, but you are the hottest guy in this fucking house and you won’t be long alone. Forget whoever makes you feel like shit. Trust me, every damn girl will chase you in no time, me included!” Maybe it was all the alcohol in your blood or whatever, but you blurted this nonsense a few centimetres in front of his face. To your reassurance did he giggle, a sound that delighted your mood. His eyes were dark brown you discovered as you leaned in too close, well if you would’ve been sober. But you weren’t.

“It’s the nicest shit I heard all night”, he hyped your drunken speech with opening another bottle of the burning liquid. “I’m a lucky bastard to meet someone like you right now.” His fingers were covered with several rings on each hand, handing you the newly unclosed flask. You just nodded as you took a sip, never once leaving the boy next to you with your eyes. Was he the catch of the night? Two hot guys in half an hour were more than you hoped for. He represented the substitute for Taehyung, you thought.

“Before I forget. I’m y/n”, you introduced yourself, a little late, but better late than having the same situation as before. Your hand reached for his and as the guy smiled at you again, you felt your heart race a little.

“Lovely name, y/n”, he still held your hand, staring into your eyes. “My name is Jimin.”

And here it was again. A cursed day? Did something other worldly wanted to test your nerves? Of course it was Jimin, Tara’s brother and Taehyung’s best friend. Therefore a loud laugh escaped you, not believing how the night took its turns. First and foremost did you tell him about the friend you was here with, someone who wanted to fuck you and especially that this friend wanted to hook up with the said guy.

“I didn’t expect that reaction, but I like it”, he also laughed, only the reason a little differently. Then you pulled your hand away, the warmth of his hand making you nervous. “So, that friend of yours is now fucking another dude, leaving you all alone in a kitchen full of alcohol?” He cocked his dark eyebrows up, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest.

“I’m not sure if this is the case right now, but here I am, standing next to you with a full bottle of booze”, you held up the flask, tilting your head, a grin on your pink painted lips. “Call it fate or whatever, but let’s share this before I get bored again.”

Jimin shook his head, a hand over his plump lips as he tried to look composed. But despite his tries did the quiet laugh fell from his lips. “I can’t guarantee that I’m the best company for your plans right now.”

The pretty boy reached for the bottle, but before he snatched it away you dragged it teasingly to your chest. “Not here, Jimin.” He looked at you with wide eyes, his plump mouth agape at your words. “You guys just think with your dicks, huh. I meant to go outside or wherever.”

“Ah, yeah, that’s what I thought about, too”, he didn’t even try to hide his embarrassment, scratching his neck before he headed out of the kitchen. Behind him you giggled, finding his flustered state really cute.

Jimin guided you through the moving mass of guests, past the living room, to the door of the terrace. The summer night was chilly, but the spirits spread warmth around your half naked torso. Outside sat several couples, looking at the stars or making out while Jimin motioned for you to sit next to him on the stairs which led to the garden of the frathouse.

“Wanna talk about the girl that dumped you?”, after a few silent minutes you asked him this question, sipping on the bottle. Your hands were wrapped around it, holding onto the flask as you waited for him to answer you.

“I don’t think it’s a story for a party night. Maybe some other time”, he rejected your offer, gaze across the dark garden. “I’m such a party pooper, aren’t I?”

You patted his arm, trying to sooth his mood. “It happens to everyone. What about playing some games inside after we finished our tasty liquor?” With a shy smile you wagged the bottle, wiggling your eyebrows as his face lightened up again. Then he grabbed the flask, taking a strong slug before he wiped away some droplets from his wet, rose mouth. You followed his movement and found it very arousing as his thumb glided across his plump bottom lip.

He coughed slightly, looking away from you around the terrace. Flustered from your starring you avoided your gaze as well, swallowing the knot of awkwardness. The minutes past by as you just sat next to each other, everyone thinking about their own life and what the future might bring, nibbling on the hole of the flagon after each other until it was nearly empty.

“That’s what I needed”, Jimin declared, stretching his toned body. “Thanks, y/n.”

“Don’t thank me, I liked your company, too, Jimin”, you responded, a sweet smile playing on your lips. The boy next to you shot you an unreadable glance before his plump lips turned upwards as well.

“Time went by too fast for my liking”, Jimin suddenly admitted, a small sigh leaving his pretty mouth. “But we should go inside. My best friend is hosting the guests all alone and to be honest I don’t trust him if there are tits in the same room.”

How right he was, you thought. You stood up yourself, adjusting your clothes ere you made your way back in the house. Loud music drone against you as you opened the door of the terrace. Without a second thought you turned around to grab Jimin’s hand, you were clearly tipsy.

“I might lose you”, you just said, winking at his flustered state. He was really something. It didn’t took you long to find Tara next to Taehyung in the corridor, a few other people around them. She didn’t succeed, did she? You knew that there was something odd as you stepped closer, Jimin still holding onto your hand.

“Oh, y/n! That was a long stay in the bathroom”, she waved you to join the group, but her eyes flew to the boy you held onto. A grin spread across her red lips, seeing how the both of you held hands. “And who is that? My lost brother is alive”, her high voice made the little group laugh while greeting the two of you. A swift movement let you pull your hand away from Jimin’s while hugging your best friend shortly. The expression on his face petrified. Was everything alright with him?

“How’s step three going?”, you whispered in her ear, your eyes leaving the pretty boy beside you.

“Not so good. Plan B, y/n”, she hissed before letting you go. Tara was so immersed in getting Taehyung that she did not even ask why you and her brother came from the same direction, holding each others hand.

Plan B included the most daring game drunk people shouldn’t play. Firstly because someone always fucked up the rules. Lastly because you knew that the boys were dick listening dorks whom wanted to get every chance of seeing a girl naked. But the biggest hindrance was the boy with the big, brown eyes who licked his lips the moment he lay eyes on you again. Taehyung. And a little bit Jimin, but he didn’t make you as nervous and squirming under his eyes as his best friend did.

“Okay guys, this party is nice and so on, but something really goes slow. To spice things up a little let’s play a game”, Tara suggested, the group of eight listening to her.

After discussing where you wanted to play, you followed Jimin, Taehyung and your friend Tara upstairs to an empty bedroom to play truth or dare.


Beside you on the floor sat Tara and another girl whose name was Rose. Next to Tara was here brother Jimin, sitting in a cross-legged position. He hadn’t said a word since you arrived at the small group of his friends, for your liking a bit suspicious, but you didn’t know why exactly. The bed in front of you was lined with Taehyung, their friends Namjoon, Hoseok and Nora. Before you went upstairs someone had the idea to grab some bottles of booze out of the kitchen, so now you all sat in a kind of circle, handing out the flasks and played truth or dare.

“Jimin, I always thought that Tara had a dirty mind, but playing truth or dare with Tae is another form of naughtiness”, Nora said, laughing at the boy next to Tara, who wasn’t that amused by that fact.

“I’m an adult now, so shut up, will you? Let’s get started”, Tara smiled at the girl with hatred in her eyes but an amazing smile on her lips. There was definitely something behind her reaction, you thought and couldn’t wait to adept that story.

“Anyone wanna start?”, Taehyung’s dark voices sounded through the room, a smirk playing on his lips while he supported his position with hands next to his sides. “No one? Okay then, Namjoon truth or dare?” The tanned boy didn’t leave anyone the chance to answer his question ere he directed his voice to the tall guy next to him. And your friend was right as she told you that Taehyung’s and Jimin’s friends all were hot guys, and so were Namjoon and his buddy Hoseok.

Namjoon thought a bit – he seemed to know Taehyung’s kinks – before he took 'truth’.

“Oh, come on, how boring”, Taehyung rolled his eyes, nudging his friends arm. “If you had to snog one person in the room, who would it be?” Okay, that was a tame question, but it had to start like that in order to get to the good ones.

“Sorry, Jimin, but I definitely take Tara for that one”, Namjoon said, an apologetic look at her brother who just shrugged at him.

“I don’t care as long as you don’t fuck her in front of me, do what you want with her”, Jimin laughed a little, pushing his sister who was shocked at his words. “Go on, Joons.”

The tall guy turned towards Tara, who took dare and had to prank a number Namjoon chose in her phone. It was so freaking funny as she had to call her ex-boyfriend and hadn’t you interfered it would have ended in phone sex! It was a really good one, but as time passed the questions got more intimate and the dares got to the level to which Nora already had to strip, Hoseok had to give you a lap dance – this boy could move, holy shit – and Taehyung had to send a nude to the contact in his phone chosen by Tara, and of course she sent it to herself, you had to coax her into showing it to you – the curiosity overwhelming. Luckily only simple tasks were asked from you until your friend turned towards you, her next question chosen with hidden thought.

“Truth or dare, y/n”, she smiled evilly and you had a fore-bonding what would come next, but you took 'dare’ anyway, 'truth’ was not as thrilling, not when you were drunk.

“Oh, y/n. Tara’s stare is insane, why playing with fire?”, Hoseok grinned, showing his perfect teeth.

You shrugged your shoulders at the boy with the dark curls, where would be the fun otherwise? Nervously you leaned back on your hands, waiting for the red haired girl to tell you what to do.

“Kiss Jimin all around his down-low area, not his dick”, Tara wiggled her brows while excited shouts filled the room. “Go on, Honey. You’re goody-two-shoes tonight and need to enjoy this.”

Wide brown eyes looked at you as you stood up, Namjoon and Hoseok making way for Jimin to sit down on the bed. He just stared down at you as you took his hand to squeeze it lightly, kneeling in front of him. Next to the handsome boy sat Taehyung, excitement on his features as his view landed on your flushed face in between Jimin’s legs.

“Don’t come in your pants, Jiminie”, Taehyung nudged his friend in the side, but Jimin was seemingly nervous for what was going to happen. His face was tinged in pink, his brown eyes wide and his hands sweaty as he fell back on his elbows, looking down to you. With slightly trembling hands you opened his jeans, pulling them and his boxers so far down that you already saw the shaft oh his semi-hard cock. At the sight in front of you, you were strangely aroused, feeling all eyes on you as you lowered you head down to press a delicate kiss on the shadow above his dick. The stubbles of his shaved lap tickled you as you left one kiss after the other on his solid skin.

“Look at her and think how her pretty little mouth is so near your dick”, Taehyung whispered, never letting you go with his eyes. Your gaze shot towards him while you slowly left wet kisses along Jimin’s down-low area. Every time your lips got closer to his dick, you felt how his member twitched inside his pants, turning you on as you followed both boys at the same time. Jimin for his expressions as you trailed a path around his shadow and Taehyung to see his reaction while getting dangerously near Jimin’s shaft. The nagging feeling of all eyes on your back intensified as Jimin’s plump lips escaped a low whimper which he tried to hide under the palm of his hand. Heat rushed double in your face as you pulled away, looking up at Tara. It was embarrassing for Jimin if he started to enjoy it a little too much, you thought. And so was it for you, because if it would go on you weren’t sure to what Taehyung would animate you with his comments. You played some rounds of truth or dare over the years, some even more perverted, but right now it felt so intimate kissing his lap while feeling the content tightening of his jeans under your mouth.

“I think that’s enough”, she looked at you with an unknown expression, her eyes watching the boys’ faces as you stood up, your hands on your cheeks ere you sat down next to your friend again. Jimin cleared his throat, pulling his jeans back up before he made his way to his previous position.

“Jimin, you’re pretty hard right now”, Taehyung teased, grinning down the lap of the boy with the reversed snap back.

“You would be too if a girl would do it for you”, Jimin spat, narrowing his eyes shyly, his rings covered hands trying to hide the prominent bulge in his pants.

“I fucking am, dude”, Taehyung chuckled lowly, his eyes changing between his lap and his friend. To that Jimin looked up, a small grin on his full, rose lips.

“Before you show us what is in your jeans, let’s continue”, Rose said, shifting next to you. “Who do you choose, y/n?”

Your view traced the faces as you contemplated which person should do a task next. Definitely not Jimin, you thought ere you stopped at Taehyung’s figure. It was already a few rounds past that it was his turn.

“Tae, truth or dare”, you asked innocently, the pink hue of your cheeks slowly fading after your dare.

The boy smirked down at you, scratching his neck. Tara whispered something to you while you waited for the tanned guy to choose: “Say something with me. The more perverted the better!”

“Truth”, his dark voice filled the room. You expected him to take the opposite, but okay, there would be some questions you wanted to ask him. Unfortunately you promised to help your friend and therefore you asked him about her.

“Would you fuck Tara?”, you blurred out, a pleased smile plastered on Tara’s pretty face. Only Jimin wasn’t that happy at your question, straightening himself, a glare shot in Taehyung’s direction. He just sighed, shaking his head at this question.

“Y/n, you underestimate me. I would fuck every damn girl that is at least a little hot or willing, or both. But Tara is like a little sister to me”, he stated, pointing at your friend. “Tonight she looks stunning, but how weird is it to sleep with my best friend’s sister? If I fuck it up our friendship is ruined.”

Silence filled the room after his statement. It wasn’t the expected answer, neither for you and absolutely not for Tara who stiffened at Taehyung’s honest words. You could see how offended she was, but a plastered fake smile on her red lips hushed it up while she nodded in agreement.

“I’m totally on the same page, Tae”, she said, her cheeks utterly red. “It’s your turn to nominate someone.” As fast as possible did she try to change the subject, too hurt by his blunt honesty. Even if he was her brother’s best friend, didn’t she mean something to him? Or was it just toying with her mind, every briefly glance of his just fake?

You saw that her mood changed after that and with some little naughty dares Tara was back to her old self, less screaming but at least more cheerful. It must have been hard for her since she had a crush on Tae for a few years now, and getting rejected like this by him. Luckily she drowned several gulps of booze as to why she couldn’t concentrate on him anymore.

Time passed by as your group held their stomachs from laughter, the 'truths’ getting very private and some funny 'dares’ were distributed. Jimin had to slap Namjoon for full five minutes, Hoseok should unwrap a candy with his tongue – but failed – and Rose had the task to take off her undies in front of you before she should gift it to the first person she saw outside the room.

“Well, y/n, I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven”, Rose grinned at you, after her task you had laughed like crazy and now she wanted to revenge you for that. “With him.” Her digit pointed to Taehyung, a surprised expression on his handsome face. Jimin and Tara also stared at Rose for her request, but you didn’t mind.

“Seven minutes? No problem”, you shrugged your shoulders.

Tae just chuckled at your words. Seven minutes were enough for him to make you shout his name, he thought boastful. The rest of the group walked out of the room going downstairs for a change, Tara looking at you, fathomless.

“Try asking him further about me, y/n! I owe you one”, she hastily said, walking past you in her short red dress. Sure, what else would you do anyway, you thought while closing the door after Tara left.

“Here we are again, y/n. Just you and me, for seven long minutes”, the way too good-looking guy said, leaning his tall body against the wall next to the door. “Why don’t you come here so I can show you what seven minutes can do?”

His voice was lower than before, eyes narrowed to your legs while he bit down on his rose bottom lip. He definitely was hot, but forbidden territory, even though his hungry eyes were taking your clothes off. Lord, give me strength!

“I better go as far away from you as possible”, you grinned at him, making your way back to the bed. “I already told you that I’m not interested anymore. I heard from your reputation, Taehyung.” It was a bluff, but everything you actually heard about him was that he was a player, toying with as many girl as he can, at the same time. Therefore you absolutely didn’t know why Tara was all over him. Who knows, maybe he had plans after this party as well?

“That!”, he stepped towards you, only saying this word before he fell down on the mattress. “The reason you don’t want me anymore, it’s what you heard about me, right? Or maybe Tara?” Taehyung cocked his bushy eyebrows up, a move he did often. “First you are trying to push me away, then you even showed interest while giving me your phone number and now after your friend showed up, you suddenly lost it all? Suspicious, y/n, very unlikely for someone who drooled over me.”

“Drooled over you?”, you exploded. When did you do that? “Your ego is too big, Taehyung. For real, just having a pretty face and nice body won’t get you anywhere.”

The boy slid his hand over you knee as to why you flinched, glaring at him. He was so confident in his actions, not the least bit afraid of being rejected. And to be honest he had no reason to be afraid anyway! If Tara wasn’t there you would have fucked him, from the moment he showed you his box smile, but it wasn’t the case so you refrained from doing that.

“Don’t worry about that, y/n. I know you think I’m hot and I can guarantee you, it’ll be worth your while if you just take things as they come. Seven minutes in heaven are for make-out sessions, dry humping or blow jobs, not for bitching around.”, he stated, closing the distance that separated your bodies further.

“Seriously, Tae, you’re too persistent for my liking”, you shook your head, but didn’t go away, neither from his try to close the separation nor from his big, soft hand on your knee.

“Oh, what’s your liking then? Jimin?”, he asked, leaning his shoulder against your own. “The good boys make your knees weak then? I can be very good, if you want me to”, he whispered in your ear, goosebumps forming on your arms. “No wonder you nearly blew him up without touching him.” Taehyung laughed, tracing your thigh up to the hem of your black skirt. Even if he offered you to be 'a good boy’, you doubted that he fulfilled this duty with his whole being. He wasn’t a sub, definitely not. Maybe he liked to switch some times, but mostly he would be the dominant one. You on the other side was content with both, loving how men made you scream their names, loving to hear whimpers of the one you pleasured.

“Jimin is hot, so are you, but it was just part of the game”, you said weakly, feeling how your composure crinkled under his firm touches. “And tell me who wouldn’t like being touched like this?”

“You got a point, y/n”, the tanned boy responded, smiling down at you, a hidden meaning behind it.

You began to squirm under his hand, the actions from before still turning your tipsy mind on. Therefore you inhaled loudly, the boy next to you making you more nervous by the minutes. Why was he so charming with his dark, round eyes and his glowing skin, that felt undoubtedly warm and soft on your own.

“I’m curious, please tell me, am I that bad of a catch?”, his voice was not as teasing as before while asking you, a little concern tracing through. “It’s the last time I will ask you. You lost all interest in hooking up with me? Now and in the future?”

The answer should be clear by now, but you hesitated. Tara was your friend and way more worth than a hook up. Hot guys could be found everywhere, Taehyung just the icing of them all.

“Listen, I would fuck you, right now”, you sighed as to why Tae’s features lightened up, getting closer to you. “But you were right, okay? It’s because of Tara. She wants you and I just was her wingman, no pussy allowed to reach you and neither am I.” Your confession was blurted out as fast as possible, finally able to say what you wanted made your heart a little less heavy.

Taehyung’s glance told you that he already new that. “As I said, I’m not blind and on all counts not dumb, y/n. Jimin and I are best friends since middle school, Tara tried everything over the years. Today was just more extreme, but I can assure you that I won’t lay a hand on her. My friendship to Jimin is more important to me than a fast fuck.”

You listened to his explanation, and ascertained that you stood in the same position as Taehyung. He wanted to sleep with Tara, but his bromance stood in his path. You on the other hand wanted to hook up with Taehyung, but he was the crush of your friend. Giggles fell from your lips at that insight.

“See, our situations are on the same page, Taehyung”, you tapped on his jeans covered knee, smiling soothingly at him. “We have one minute left, let’s not talk about hooking up with each other anymore.”

The tanned, handsome guy nodded agreeing before he fished his phone out of his pocket.

“I set a timer, but just relax for the bit time we have left”, his voice was just a whisper as he lay his phone on his lap, the time ticking from sixty seconds downwards.

A smile turned your pink lips upwards, watching his actions while brushing your hair behind your ear. What could happen in fifty seconds?

“Normally, I let the girl go down on me immediately if I’m the lucky one, but why are you so stubborn? I don’t even dare to kiss you”, Taehyung smiled at you with his box smile, eyes crinkled as a low chuckle left his aesthetic lips. Your voice attuned with his, leaning into him until your lips were only a few centimetres apart.

“Thirty seconds, Taehyung. Nothing more than a kiss”, you whispered, breath tickling his wet mouth as he stared at yours.

You had barely vocalized your thought as Tae cupped your face in his beautiful, strong hands. A moment later he closed his eyes, pressing his soft lips straight on yours not wasting the little time you had. Tae’s lips felt so utterly delicious on yours, the kiss tasting like alcohol and mint whereas his strong, manly cologne fogged your senses. Slowly, tasting his sweet lips you two moved into each others kiss while you grabbed his shoulders, looking for support as he deepened the osculation, tracing his tongue around your bottom lip. Right as you wanted to let him in your mouth, a strange sound reached your ears. The time was up. Taehyung didn’t pull away as he pressed his lips heavily on yours before you pushed him tardily from you, a smacking sound filling the small room.

“I think I’m addicted, y/n. Don’t leave me hanging now”, the beautiful guy whined, so close to you that you were afraid to jump on him again. Thirty seconds were enough for you to want more of him. Therefore you just cleared your throat, controlling the heat that was rushing to your cheeks.

“It was nice and so on, but that’s all we will ever do, Taehyung”, abruptly you stood up, separating you two as you walked to the door, opening it and stepping out.

“Is messaging you okay?”, Tae shouted after you, seemingly frustrated that you left him without another word.

“Let’s find out”, you grinned over your shoulder, taking your swollen bottom lip between your teeth. He sat on the bed, legs spread wide as he licked his wet lips, tasting the remains of your lips. “See you, Tae.”

With that you rushed down, the confidence that evolved from the adrenalin in your blood vanishing. God, he was so utterly hot, charming and so fucking handsome. How were you supposed to say 'no’ the next time you met him? You had to make sure that it didn’t happen again, not as long as Tara was after him. Kissing him as part of the game was one thing you found okay, but nothing more. Never again.

“Y/n! We’re here”, Hoseok shouted over the music, waving as he smiled at you, the sun going up. “Where’s Tae?”

You scratched you neck, stuttering over your next words: “I guess upstairs. But I think the party is over for me tonight. I drank too much. Where are Tara and Jimin?” Namjoon, Nora, Rose and Hoseok stood in the middle of the vivid living room, no trace of your friend and her brother.

“Jimin wanted to draw the lines with her again. It seems she has a thing for his best friend and Jimin hates it”, the smiling boy declared, nodding towards the door of the terrace.

“That’s shit”, you just said before you told him you wanted to go home again. “I’m collecting Tara, so maybe we see each other some time.”

“We definitely will”, Hoseok winked at you, a hidden meaning behind his action, but at that time you didn’t know what the future had planned for you.

You wriggled your body through the dancing mass, reaching for the door-handle of the terrace as you saw Tara and Jimin speaking to each other. Well, it was more as if Jimin spoke and Tara pouted while listening. “Just promise me that even if you end up fucking, as a couple or whatever the fuck you want to, don’t ruin my friendship to him. If he hurts you, it’s is your problem, got it? You know how he is”, anger laced Jimin’s calm voice as he warned his sister. “And now go home, you drank a lot.”

You coughed slightly to get their attention. Both heads shot in your direction at the interruption.

“I-I just wanted to say that I’m leaving. I’m too drunk to continue partying tonight”, you stuttered as Jimin’s gaze landed on you. His dark eyes softening at your figure while patting his sister on her shoulder.

“Do me a favour and take her with you, will you?”, Jimin smiled at you, touching your arm as he walked past you. “I owe you one, y/n.”

“Sure. I’m coming back to this phrase”, you smiled shyly at him, taking your phone out ere you handed it to him. “Maybe I could contact you some time.”

Jimin grinned at your action, but took it and typed into the keys happily. “It’s just fair after you gave me a hard time back upstairs”, he whispered next to your ear, so Tara couldn’t catch his words. Jimin was completely different from his best friend, because these harmless words left his tanned skin in a hue of dark pink.

“Was a pleasure, Jimin”, you chuckled, looking up in his angelic face before Tara impatiently grabbed your arm, tugging you away from her brother.

“If I don’t get a dick, then you neither”, she snorted, pulling you after her as she stormed to the entrance of the frathouse. You looked back over your shoulder to see Jimin standing on the same spot, waving at you, his phone in his hand. It was a signal for you not to forget to message him.

Outside you told your friend everything you and Taehyung talked about and did upstairs – except for the kiss. “Y/n, thanks for the night even though it wasn’t as planned, but I have another idea to finally get Taehyung in my panties.”

Long weeks lay ahead while Tara and you climbed onto the back-seat of the cab that brought you home.

Four Weddings

Part 1 of this really fluffy series that I’ve been trying to write for what feels like ten years. I hope you guys enjoy it! Please send some feedback and fill this out to be added to my tag list! 

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: Language and cute stuff 

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

Tom was an idiot, he was sure of it. The only reason he even decided to go to these stupid weddings were because Joanne was going to be there, she was going to be at each of the weddings, and of course, when he found out she was seeing someone else Tom just had to RSVP with, “Yes I will be attending, with one guest.”

Now it was three days before the first wedding, and he was just as single as ever. “How hard can it be to find a girl to go with me to a few weddings?” he remembered telling himself when he sent in his RSVP months ago and had since forgotten about it. That is until his old friend, Jerry, who was getting married, sent him a message. It read, hey man! Can’t wait to see you and your girl at the wedding, been too long. Tom knew he was royally fucked.

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Safe Haven, Bill Denbrough.

A/N: So ever since I saw the new It movie I wanted to make something for Bill because he’s gr8 and deserves all the love in the world. First things first, I know a lot of people hate on accounts that make fanfiction for It so before you comment just know that I’m 100% not sexualizing them in any way. Just making a sweet imagine? And I’m the actors age anyways. So now that we have that out of the way, enjoy this long ass imagine. 

Word Count: 22,743 words.

The clock ticks at warp speed and everyone is frantically rushing down the aisles of each row of desks to sign yearbooks. Only a few people have signed her’s and if she were to be honest, she’d admit that it hurts. When you’re one of the school’s outcasts, you have to brush off a lot of things people say to you. You have to bite your tongue and pretend it doesn’t hurt and in Y/N’s case, it’s a challenge.

Chatter throughout the room only grows and suddenly her mind is scattered through all of the commotions of the final bell of the year ringing. Except someone manages to hold her attention.

Bill Denbrough.

Y/N’s had a crush on Bill for months now.
It started at the beginning of the school year. She wasn’t always an outcast, in fact, at one time she could have been considered mildly popular. That was until the rumors started spreading and like any person caught in the firing line of cruel teenage girls, Y/N did the only thing she knew how to. She pushed everything away. She excluded herself so that they couldn’t do it first and this happened the week she took a notice in Bill.

They were, and still are, teenagers. They’re kids and Y/N is not the kind of girl to leap into liking a someone, whether it be a friendship or relationship. She recalls that day now. He had just happened to catch her eye while she was hunched over her copy of Lord of the Flies in English. The white noise, Ms. Harrington lecturing about the dark themes and arcs of the novel, faded further. Then she looked away. It was a short, but memorable first glance.

The next time Bill captured her interest was a few days later. Y/N caught herself glancing at him instinctively and observing from a distance. Then in the following weeks, she kept checking him out, not even intending to do so, until she admitted to herself that she had a small crush on Bill Denbrough.

Not many of the girls in school were particularly fond of him, he was considered a loser after all. But from the little she’s seen and heard of him, Y/N is convinced he’s a good person.

Bill is now signing someone’s yearbook as his remains laid open on the desk next to her. The mostly blank paper, safe for a couple signatures from the Losers’ Club, tempt and convince her to go through with it. To finally make the move she’s been trying to all year. Y/N is desperate to have a friend. Even if she doesn’t want to admit this to herself, she wants someone to talk to and to understand her. She may have a crush on Bill, but to be his friend would be enough. It would be more than enough for a girl who only has one.

Y/N blows out a sharp exhale, swinging her pen up from the groove of her desk and leaning through the aisle to write in his yearbook.

The orange ink of her pen slides smoothly across the inside cover, and slopes of her cursive take up the entire bottom right corner of the “Autographs” page. He is still signing a few yearbooks and talking to Eddie Kaspbrak in the front of the classroom, while she carefully writes her note.

But he takes her by surprise.
Just as she’s going to sign her name, after she’d scrawled a small heart under the message, he turns back around. Y/N rips herself from the desk and almost trips while trying to find her seat again. Her thoughts run wild with every step he takes back to his seat and despite that he didn’t actually see her writing, she still fears he’ll know who wrote it immediately.

Bill’s hands scramble to grab the book, closing it and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
The room gradually empties out and for the first time since last August, they are free from their school’s reign of terror.

Y/N tries not to let her shoulders slump as she takes the familiar route to her locker. But they eventually do and she can’t help but mentally scold herself for not signing the note. Now he won’t know it’s her unless she tells him, and that would defeat the purpose of her writing it in the first place. She’s has always had trouble opening up to people. This was her way to tell him how she feels without having to confront him directly.

And unfortunately, her locker is right next to Bill’s…and Richie, Eddie, and Stan’s.

“Here, let me sign it!” Richie says, snatching Bill’s yearbook from his arms and uncapping his pen.

The open locker door is the only barrier between her and Bill, offering itself up as a wall. With Y/N grimacing into her locker on one side and Bill leaning against his on the other. The two are both hyper-aware of the others’ presence between the wall, their bodies tensing at the thought of being so close.

“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Bill!”

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Being the only girl in The Losers Club...

(this does not include IT, I may write a part 2 with IT and the rest of the kids but this is just including being friends with Richie, Eddie, Stanley and Bill before meeting the others so Mike and Beverly are not in this but Ben is mentioned towards the end)

  • Being there for Bill when Georgie goes missing
  • Bower’s gang constantly targeting you and your friends
  • Going to movies together and the boys fighting over who gets to sit next to you
  • This would consist of Richie losing rock paper scissors to Bill and stating,
  • “If we were comparing the size of our dicks you all know I would win, don’t forget that Y/n.”
  • Bill buying you popcorn and candy despite your protest
  • Sharing a soda with Eddie, who sat on your other side, although despite how much he loves you he still has to grab two straw because his anxiety only allowed him to sip out of your once before setting into full panic as he imagined all the possible germs he could catch.
  • “Germs are real, Y/n. You can die y’know.”
  • Richie would then exclaim,
  • “Y/n I’d be careful sharing with him. Eddie kisses his mom with that mouth, you might catch something.”
    “Shut up, Tozier! It’s not true Y/n.”
    “Okay, whatever you say, Eddie.”
  • Richie constantly hitting on you
    “Lookin’ good today, hot stuff.”
  • And
    “Y/n walk by again. I didn’t get to stare at your ass long enough the first time.”
    “God Richie, you’re disgusting. Leave her alone.”
    “Can it Stanley, she loves it. Right Y/n?”
  • All the boys having a small crush on you at some point
  • Stan and Eddie trying desperately to talk you out of dangerous situations as Richie only cheers you on
  • “Y/n, please think about the consequences that can happen if you-”
    “What the hell? Y/n don’t listen to them. Where’s the fun in thinking?”
  • Exploring the Barrens together
  • “We’re walking around in Derry piss- actual piss and shit. This is greywater and we’re walking in-”
    “Eddie if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to drown you in it.”
  • Eddie always reminding you about the unsanitary dangers all your adventurous journeys include
  • “Y/n these branches don’t hold well. You won’t make it to the top which means you’ll fall and if you fall you’ll scrape your arm and if you scrape your arm it’ll be an open wound and if it’s an open wound I’ll get AIDS or you’ll get an infection from the air getting in there and if you get an infection you’ll have to go to the doctor then next thing you know, they’ll amputate your arm! Just please get down.”
    “And this is all coming from the boy who jumped into the same lake where him and his friends spat luggies? Pretty sure you can catch a disease from swapping spit, Eddie.”
    “Oh my god- I’m gonna die.”
  • Bill and co. inviting you to the lake with them, Richie mainly agrees so he can see you in your swimming suit.
  • “We’re going to the l-lake after s-school if you want to c-c-come. You can r-ride o-on my bike w-with me if you’d l-like.”
  • Bill getting even more flustered seeing you in a bathing suit
  • Eddie and Richie would make boyish comments
  • Stanley would pretend not to stare at you every time you looked his way
  • Shutting Richie down on a daily basis
  • “Richie, stop comparing things to the size of your dick. We all know how small it really is.”
  • Bill telling you stories of Georgie and him and even though you’ve heard most of them before, you don’t say anything because you know how important they are to Bill
  • Going out for root beer floats with Stan
  • You’d probably get made fun of every once in awhile at school for only hanging out with boys but your friends would stick up for you
  • Eddie waiting outside your house every morning so the two of you can walk together to meet up with the rest of the boys since Eddie and you live houses away
  • Having class with the rest of the losers and them never leaving you alone
  • “Y/n c-can you help me w-with our s-science homework?”
    “Y/n can’t help you today she’s tutoring me after school today.”
    “With what? How to get a girlfriend? I think it’s gonna take a lot more time than that to change a problem that huge. Now Y/n, how about you and I head to the diner and get some fires-”
    “Shut up Richie, Y/n and I are going to study for our math test together. Isn’t that right Y/n?”
    “Actually, I’m going to the library with the new kid, Ben, after school.”
    “Wait, you’re going to the library willingly?”
  • Writing and reading poetry with Ben and urging him to let you introduce him to the boys which he shyly turns down
  • Sharing an ice cream cones with Bill
  • Riding on the back of one of the boy’s bike when you forget yours
  • Your parents being a little bothered by the fact that your only friends are boys but they don’t mind too much as long as you’re home before curfew
  • Eddie and you tagging along with Richie to the arcade and immediately getting bored
  • “Richie I don’t think leaning in that close to the screen will help your eyesight at all. I figure Donkey Kong looks just as visible a step back.”
    “Y/n, you’re supposed to be the hot fun one… now you just sound like Eddie.”
    “Hey!”
  • Doing speech exercises with Bill in order to help him decrease his stutter
  • Trying to convince Stanley to let you straighten his hair just to see what it would look like
  • You would be the only one of the group that Eddie’s mom semi approves of the reason only being because you carry Eddies backup inhaler with you when the two of you are hanging out
  • Stealing Richie’s glasses when he gets too obnoxious and wearing them instead
  • “Ha, ha very funny you dip shit now give me my fucking glasses back.”
    “Come and get them, Trashmouth.”
    “I would if it weren’t for one thing.”
    “What’s that?”
    “The fact that I can’t fucking see!”
  • Having the funniest, supportive, protective, caring friends in the world, oh and also Richie Tozier
  • Just kidding Richie would probably be pretty protective over a girl bestfriend and would stick up for you multiple times against Bower’s and take punches just so you don’t have to
  • As would Bill, Eddie, and Stanley
  • None of them want to see you hurt ever

Had a lot of fun writing this! Let me know if you want a part 2!

- Daizy x

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Send me dumb maid dragon headcanons and I might draw em

@djunk411​ Did this turn into a kindergarten AU? It sure did, but boy did I have fun thinking of these! We’ll call it Dragonling!AU. I have a lot more comics planned for this, but let me first give you a little rundown of the kids. 

Tohru: She’s the rambunctious kid that can use her cuteness to get almost everything. And whenever that doesn’t work, she turns full-on dragon child and will force it out of them. She’s super proud that her second pair of horns are growing. Doesn’t like Elma at all for some reason. She might or might not have a small crush on caretaker Kobayashi. 

Fafnir: The shady weird kid who wants nothing to do with anyone else. He likes to play on his old-school gameboy color and has almost every game for it. Don’t take it away or he will hurt you. Even the caretakers are afraid of him, except for caretaker Takiya. Maybe because they found common ground?

Lucoa: You know that kid that always loses everything? Their toys, their food… their clothes? You guessed it, Lucoa is that kid. Does she do it on purpose? We will never know. She’s the only one, together with Kobayashi, who can rein in Tohru… but only if she feels like it. Was transferred from another group to Kobayashi and Takiya’s because of an incident with her sister. 

Elma: Literally the only one with common sense! She just wants to play, make friends, be happy and stuff her face with food. She always accidentally gets into some kind of trouble, which is mostly Tohru’s fault. She just has a lot of bad luck and it doesn’t help that the biggest troublemaker of the group hates her guts for no apparent reason. Has food crumbs stuck to her face 24/7.

Feedback is very appreciated, especially for Lucoa. I want her clothing antics to be silly and innocent, but I’m worried that people might take it the wrong way.

OK WAIT BUT HEAR ME OUT

REYNA HAVING A CRUSH ON THALIA GRACE LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE:

· it all begins when Thalia started visiting Camp Jupiter quite a lot because of the encouraged communication and unity between the Greeks and Romans
· during meetings Thalia represented Zeus as well as Artemis and Reyna would catch herself looking at the huntress way more than she should be
· she starts stuttering and blushing a bit whenever Thalia caught her off guard, whether it’s a small gesture such as a brush of their hands—actually, any physical contact that isn’t quite necessary during the specific situation at all
· Reyna going out of her way to avoid Thalia as much as she possibly can, but it didn’t work quite as well as she hoped because Aphrodite thwarts her every plan to do so
· Annabeth was the first to notice something off about the praetor and using her (now working) invisibility cap to stalk Reyna and eventually put the pieces together
· Piper already knowing what’s going on when Annabeth approaches her about it because she’s been the one who does Aphrodite’s bidding, doing small, inconspicuous deeds such as putting the two closer together during senate meetings, and making them bump into each other quite a few times (rarely using her charmspeak, because damn it’s really destiny for them to be together !!!)
· Annabeth confronting Reyna about it and giving the praetor (and Piper if she happened to be around) knowing looks and sometimes even winking whenever Thalia was around and earning a bone chilling death glare in return, but it isn’t quite effective because Reyna’s face is completely red???
· Thalia started assisting Reyna with her duties when the Hunters are settling down in Camp Jupiter for War Games
· Thalia enjoying Reyna’s company and deciding that they would get along really well
· Reyna warming up to Thalia a bit, but eventually the two became somewhat attached to the hip because after only a few months they feel like they’ve been friends for the longest time; they have complete trust in each other and they understand the other’s situations and how they got to where they were perfectly
· Thalia being one for physical contact, so she often loops her arm around Reyna’s or holds her hand to drag her away or toward something, and Thalia just hugging Reyna so tightly whenever she got excited
· Reyna eventually realizing that oh my gods I have feelings for Thalia Grace because she just absolutely adores the way her electric blue eyes seem to crackle with life and excitement, the way her lips curl up in a beautiful smile, the small dimple that appears on her left cheek, and the way her freckles dotted her pale face like the stars on the night sky, because to her Thalia was perfect in every way and Reyna was absolutely and undeniably in love

just…REYNA hAVING A CRUSH ON FALLING IN LOVE WITH THALIA GRACE !!!!!!!!

WHY did i have 2 become obsessed with taylor swift and her music……….. why is THAT the thing that makes my life worthwhile….. taylor’s music is a finite resource…… it runs OUT……. when there is no new music i have NOTHING TO LIVE FOR!!!!!!!! why couldn’t i be obsessed with knitting little hats for small animals????? I COULD DO THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY, I COULD KNIT A HAT FOR EVERY SMALL ANIMAL ON THIS EARTH AND I WOULD HAVE A REASON TO WAKE UP EVERY MORNING BECAUSE I WOULD KNOW THAT THE PLEASURE OF NEW KNITTING OPPORTUNITIES AWAITED ME INSTEAD OF WAKING UP TO THE CRUEL AND CRUSHING DISAPPOINTMENT THAT COMES WITH WAKING UP TO A TS6-LESS WORLD

After reading a crap ton of supercorp fanfics, I’ve decided to come up with a top 10 list of my all time favorites.

The stories that are completed says total chapters and the ones that are in progress say current chapters. 

If you want to know why each one is my favorite, you can shoot me a message and I’ll answer. 

I hope you read some of these if you haven’t already. All of these authors are brilliant writers and deserve the signal boost. 

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For most of my life, whenever I saw a feminine aesthetic that I loved, I assumed that my appreciation of it was me wanting to adopt it as my own aesthetic. 

Even as a small child, having an extremely innocent crush on Tifa from Final Fantasy VII led me to tape up the inside of my shirt to show my belly to emulate her. When I saw the curves of beautiful women it made me want to find push-up bras and corsets and long skirts, because I didn’t understand how else to articulate my attraction other than through mirroring what I saw. 

But it also made me feel deeply uncomfortable, to become that mirror. I wouldn’t see myself when I saw my reflection, I would just see a collection of borrowed parts. And it never felt right in the way that looking at other women felt right. 

Eventually I realized I was butch, and suddenly so much fell together– my early gender questioning despite not actually wanting to be a man, my dysphoria surrounding my hair and parts of my body, the way my fantasies of being a boy were only ever in relation to wanting to be with, to protect, to love women, even though I didn’t actually feel masculine or aligned with manhood at all. 

When I had the courage to dress as myself, I could finally see myself when I looked in the mirror. This revolutionary feeling of Wow, that’s me. I look like how I picture myself. People see *me* when they look at me.  

But still a guilt lingered for a long time– I knew I could be beautiful in the way of the aesthetics I found beautiful on other women. I knew I could wear skirts and dresses and low cut shirts, I could wear flowing blouses, I could wear 5 inch heels, red lipstick, all of it. And for a long time I felt like because I could wear those things, then I owed it to the world to perform that femininity. Who was I to surrender it when it was possible? And also, I did think I looked beautiful like that, I just didn’t look like myself. 

But being around femmes and feminine wlw– it helps settle that discomfort. It helped me realize that I can both appreciate the beauty of women expressing themselves in those aesthetics and accept myself as butch without the guilt of feeling like I need to mirror those things in order to show appreciation. Cherishing and celebrating femmes and feminine wlw is the more honest form for me to appreciate those beautiful ways of being. I can admire them without trying to take them on as a part of myself, I can understand beauty in existing in myself even when I don’t look like other beautiful women. 

A few days back, I gave my girlfriend some of my skirts and a dress I used to wear, and she looked gorgeous in them. But more importantly, she looked comfortable and at peace in them in a way I never did. And it was so wonderful to see those aesthetics I’ve appreciated in the way that feels most natural to me– admiring them on a beautiful woman whose smile makes my heart race. 

black-rogue  asked:

Fic idea that won't leave me alone: Lance comes from a family that isn't healthy. Dad is an alcoholic. And when dad gets drunk he's emotionally abusive. So team gets back to earth and Lance is ecstatic to see his siblings and the team stays at the house for a while. But things are weird with lance and his dad, like lance is waiting for the shoe to drop. And that night the team takes siblings out, but when they come back dad is yelling at lance and he just takes it like 'Okay dad, you're right.'

Consider it done!

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! ***hints at abuse of alcohol and verbal abuse*****
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When Allura told the team they were taking some time off to visit Earth, the team were ecstatic, especially Lance. “I’m afraid we won’t be able to stay too long, so we can only visit one place and stay there. But you will all have a chance to contact your families!” Lance rushed forward, excitement filling his eyes. “We can all stay at my home in Cuba! We have a tone of extra rooms where my older siblings moved or left for college!” Allura smiled and clapped her hands together. “Alright, team, it’s decided! Coran, set a course for Cuba!” Coran saluted her and gave Lance a wink. “Right away princess!” Lance was bubbling with excitement and relief. He was so happy to see his family and for his team to meet them. *My family…oh quiznak, I didn’t think.* Lance thought, frowning. *Maybe he’s changed since I’ve been gone..* Lance was lost in thought as the stars and planets passed them by, bringing them closer to home.
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When the castle touched down on the soft sand, Lance bolted out of the door, arms wide as the smile on his face. “Come on, guys!! My house is just up that hill!” The chased after Lance as he ran up the hill, sand crunching underneath their feet. As the team continued to run, the house came into their view. It was a large, wooden house that had clearly been there for years. It appeared to be quite old, but it was very homey. Lance began to run faster, making the sand fly from underneath his feet. “Maria, Lucas, Teo, Marco, Selena, Tia, mama, guys!!! I’m home!!!” The team watched with wide eyes as a small mob came stumbling out of the house. “LANCE!!” Small children ran toward Lance, sprinting madly. I small sturdy woman with skin the same color as Lance’s leap from the door, tears flowing down her face. “Oh Lance! My sweet boy! Lance, oh Lance, you’re okay!” “Mama!!” Lance cried, running to her with his arms open wide. She picked him up in a bone-crushing hug as his siblings talked him to the ground. “Lance, where have you been?” “Is your hair longer?” “Did you lose weight?” “Did you bring me any presents?” His mother laughed, eyes sparkling from unshed tears. “Children! Give your hermano a chance to catch his breath! I’m sure he will tell us why he left with no explanation.” His mom said accusingly. Allura stepped forward and cleared her throat. “I believe that part is my fault. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Allura, Princess of Altea. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Allura bowed respectfully to Lance’s mom. “Mama, since you’ve already met Allura, meet the rest of my team and friends. This is Keith, Shiro, Coran (the gorgeous man), Pidge, and Hunk!” Lance introduced, gesturing to each one. “Guys, meet my mama, Marcia.” Marcia nodded at them. “Well, let’s not just stand out here in the heat! You all must be starving! Come on inside and I’ll get you-” “Marcia, what is all that noise out there?!” Came a grumbling voice from inside the home. The team noticed as Lance turned stiff and clenched his fists as the voice interrupted. They heard staggered footsteps as a tall figure walked out of the house. The man had a full mustache and his skin was a couple of shades darker than Lance’s and his mom’s. “Who are all these people?” Marcia cleared her throat. “Diego, these are Lance’s friends. Lance has come home, isn’t that wonderful?” Lance’s dad eyes him up and down, and grumbled. “Well, come here boy. Give your dad a hug then.” The team watched as Lance stiffly walked toward the man. As Lance gave him a short hug, his nose crinkled. *He reeks of alcohol. I guess somethings just never change.* A small voice spoke up. “Mama, can we pleeeeease take Lance’s friends down to the beach? Please please please please pleas-” “TEO!! Ahem, if they wish to then go right ahead.” Teo whooped and pounded his fist in the air. “Let’s go you guys! Mama, will you come with us?” “We’ll alright, let’s head that way!” The team began to head toward the beach when Lance’s dad’s voice rang out. “Lance, you stay here with me and help clean up. You’re mother just finished dinner.” Lance looked in between his father and the others. With a sigh, he nodded. “Okay. Guys I’ll catch up with you guys later. Welcome to Varadero beach!” Lance waved at them and followed his dad into their house.
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The team had separated from Lance’s family, headed back toward the house exhausted from playing in the sand and water. Allura giggled. “Lance’s family is quite large.” “And energetic!” Coran added. The rest of the team laughed along when Pidge suddenly stopped, raising a finger to her lips. “Hey guys, shh. Do you hear that?” The team crept toward the window where they could hear voices. “…leaving the family like that was disrespectful. You’ve always been disrespectful. And I hear I thought some time away would fix that.” Diego’s voice rang out, speech slurred. “You’ve done nothing for this family, but bring us down. Honestly, you’re pathetic Lance. Always have and always will.” “Of course, papa. I’m sorry.” The team looked at each other in anger and shock. “Did he just say-” “Lance doesn’t really believe that does he?” “Surely he doesn’t really think that-” “Allura, where are you doing?!” Allura ignored them, rushing her way into the house. She burst through the door, fire in her eyes. Lance jumped at the noise and turned away from the dishes he was washing. “Allura? What are you doing? Is everything oka-” “Diego, sir. I’m sorry but you are wrong.” Diego lifted an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Allura set her jaw. “You. Are. Wrong. Lance is one of the best Paladins I have ever come to know, and his talent and bravery has saved me and our team numerous times, which means he has saved the universe multiple times. You should be proud of all the things he has accomplished. He has been nothing but respectful and he has done your family proud.” The rest of the team joined her, crossing their arms and nodding. Allura raised her chin higher. “These things you say about Lance, about my Paladin, our friend couldn’t be farther from the truth.” Lance eyes began to water as he smiled softly. “G-guys..” Keith stepped forward. “And if you have a problem with Lance or any of us, you have a problem with me.” Lance’s dad eyed them and angrily huffed. “Whatever. Lance, finish cleaning. I’m going to bed. Tell your mother.” With that, he stumbled his way upstairs. Lance sat down the wash rag and wiped away the tears from his face. “T-thank you guys. For everything. He just gets like this sometimes, so-” Shiro cut him off. “That doesn’t excuse for the things he said.” The team nodded in agreement. Lance let out a wet chuckle. “I think we need a group hug now.” The team giggled and wrapped there arms around Lance. “Without our Blue Paladin, team Voltron wouldn’t be the same. You’re the heart and soul of this team, Lance. You hold us together. Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.”

soulmates

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

word count: 1.7k 

warnings: swearing

summary: your eye color matches your soulmates hair color and you were beginning to get annoyed that yours kept changing.

(a/n) I read this idea on a soulmate idea thing but I can’t find it so if you do send it to me so I can give credit :) also i hate this but I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate au so yeah

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