i love the way this turned out i spent so much time on it lol

I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

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It’s my wish, that she would choose me as her warrior.

nefarious ❖ chanyeol

anon requested: Heyo could I request some step brother chanyeol smut where they don’t get along and are constantly teasing each other (in a sexy way?). One day chanyeol is going through the girls Phone and finds her daddy kink bdsm Tumblr and decides to punish her ;) in turn some kinky sex with spanking and bondage. (Lol sorry this is so detailed chanyeol has been fucking me up lately)


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7456 words | smut, daddy kink, stepbrother-stepsister relationship, light bondage (choking, thigh riding, spanking), don’t like=don’t read | velvet

✎ Nefarious: wicked, villanous, despicable or simply Park Chanyeol.


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@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:


Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.

“WHAT?”

Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.

Neither Innocent Nor Guilty

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings(?): rough sex, semi-public, hair pulling

Summary: Lawyer!AU ~ In which you triumph over the infamously powerful prosecutor, Shin Hoseok, in court, so he finds another way to get what he wants in the courthouse bathroom.

[disclaimer] All of my knowledge about courtroom/legal procedure is wholly derived from my love of legal dramas and shouldn’t be taken as factual, lol.

“Isn’t it true you killed your son, Ms. Choi? You were angry that he planned to abandon you for the woman you had strongly opposed, tainting the family reputation you hold so dearly to yourself. He was going to ruin everything for you, wasn’t he? He was going to ruin that crystalline reputation you had spent so many years perfecting for the public, had spent and sacrificed so much to preserve, and he was going to throw it all away, am I right?”

The mousy woman in front of you wailed, face contorting and twitching in anger and indignation. Tears spilled out of her swollen eyes . “I WOULD NE-”

You continued relentlessly, raising your voice to be heard over hers. “And so you carefully plotted his death, didn’t you, Ms. Choi? You were so driven by your anger that you felt the only way to resolve it was to kill him yourself and to pin it on your maid-”

“OBJECTION!” The tall, broad-shouldered prosecutor shot upwards from his seat, eyes blazing as he stared incredulously at you, fists slamming into his table. “HEARSAY!”

“-AND YOU POISONED YOUR OWN SON, YOUR VERY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, THE CHILD YOU RAISED WITH YOUR OWN HANDS FOR 20 YEARS AND 5 MONTHS, WAS IT, MS. CHOI, AND YOU USED THOSE SAME HANDS THAT CODDLED AND FED HIM, SHAPED HIM INTO THE PROMISING, KIND YOUNG MAN HE WAS, TO POUR THAT ARSENIC INTO HIS VERY LAST MEAL, THAT LAST MEAL THAT HE ATE HAPPILY AND INNOCENTLY, FULLY BELIEVING IT WAS PREPARED BY A MOTHER THAT LOVED HIM.” You were shouting now, passion boiling in your veins as you rained the onslaught of attacks on her as she sobbed messily into her hands. The jury gaped at the scene with a unanimously shared look of muted horror.

“OBJE-”

“I heard you the first time, Mr. Shin.” The judge silenced him with an abysmal wave of his hand. The prosecutor snapped his mouth shut in anger, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched it. “Overruled. Ms. (Y/L/N) elicits a crucial development that is integral the proceedings of this court. As for you, Ms. (Y/L/N), I would thank you restrain yourself and to get to your point.”

You nodded tightly, shooting a defiant half-smile at the prosecutor, stomach flipping as you watched his eyes darken. “You fed your son a meal laced with arsenic with your own blood-covered hands as he looked on at you with nothing but love and ignorance. You watched the bright light fade from his eyes as he convulsed on your living room floor, and now you sit here, still refusing to take responsibility for your abhorrent actions. Instead you choose to not just end one life, but even more. Instead, you place the blame on the maid who has been employed by your family for a decade, the maid who is a single mother with 3 young children that depend on her for their living. So, I’ll ask you one more time, Mrs. Choi. Isn’t it true that you killed your son?”

The prosecutor had his fists balled at his sides, muscles coiling under the fabric of his tight fitting suit, his full lips drawn straight in a tight line. You did your best not to think of those hands on you, pinning you against a table. Your thoughts were scattered and incoherent under his gaze. He stared at you intently, wondering exactly who this new lawyer was that had broken his reputation as the shark of the prosecutors. It was guaranteed, or at least it had been before you, that the defendant would be jailed whenever they were pitted against him. He’d never seen anyone or anything like you before, so terrifying and formidable in the courtroom. Not to mention how perfectly your pencil skirt hugged every curve on your body, how your blouse enunciated the curve of your chest and highlighted the graceful curve of your neck. A match for him. More than that, even. When your tongue had darted out to wet your bottom lip as you concentrated on your papers, he had practically dropped all his papers, only barely playing it off as a slip of his fingers.

You did your best to ignore his burning eyes, focusing instead on the disheveled woman in front of you.

“I-I-I only wanted to protect him,” she gasped brokenly, entire body shaking in the effort to speak clearly. “I wanted to protect my h-husband. He killed my son,” she slurred, “he killed him.”

The jury inhaled sharply at her confession, a cacophony of murmurs breaking out in the group.

You released a small breath of relief, turning to give your client a warm smile. She had collapsed against her chair in disbelief, tears of joy welling in her large eyes as she returned it.

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The jury barely needed any time to converge, returning after only a few minutes. Despite your confidence in your argument, you found your leg bouncing nervously, jostling your robes. You bit your bottom lip subconsciously, wanting nothing more than for the judge to hurry up and call the case.

“Nervous?” mouthed the prosecutor across the room, cocky smile twisting his full lips.

You tried to ignore how his broad chest pulled the fabric of his suit tight across his body, clinging to every muscle, outlining his godly figure. How was it even legal that someone like him was a prosecutor? You could feel the weight of his gaze on your body, burning and heavy, and you suddenly felt as if your mouth was very, very, dry. All you could do was scoff and turn to face pointedly away from him.

The corner of his mouth lifted as if he knew what you were thinking. Cocky bastard.

Both of you straightened as the judge cleared his throat. “Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

The jury spokesman stood hastily, dotting the sweat beading at the edges of his receding hairline. “Y-yes, your honor.”

The judge glanced upwards. “Members of the jury, on the Case of Korea v. Park, what you say?”

“Your honor, the members of this Jury unanimously find the defendant NOT GUILTY of first degree murder.”

You let out a loud breath, lungs burning, but it was drowned out by the appreciative cries of your client as she threw her arms around you, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she shouted, voice muffled by your hair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She repeated it over and over again like a mantra, no amount of words able to truly encapsulate the euphoric feeling. She hugged you one last time before running out of the courtroom, undoubtedly to tell her family the good news.

Despite having won your first big case, your thoughts kept wandering back to that sinfully attractive cocky prosecutor; you kept thinking about those long fingers digging into your hair, those full lips pressed against your throat, and that tousled mess of hair that you wanted nothing more than you thread your fingers through while pulling him closer, deeper into your body. “Agh,” you hissed to yourself, fingernails digging into your palm as you walked down the hall. You could feel your cheeks reddening. Couldn’t you have been attracted to anyone else? You reached up and pulled your hair out of the restraining bun so it cascaded down around your shoulders.

“Good,” a voice behind you said, “it looks better down.”

You whirled in surprise. Speak of the fucking devil. There he was, godly proportions, signature arrogant smirk and all, right in front of you. Why do bad things happen to good people? “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere mourning the case you just lost?” you asked, trying to ignore the insidious thoughts invading your mind as you drank in his appearance. He was even more attractive up close like this, the musky scent of his cologne filling your senses.

His eyes darkened slightly, smile a bit more wolfish. “Beginner’s luck.”

Anger sparked in the pit of your stomach, burning from the inside. “Or was it your incompetency as a prosecutor?” you asked lightly, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. “It seemed that way when I destroyed your argument in court.”

He growled, low in his throat at this response, eyes glinting. “Destroyed? I don’t remember that happening when I refuted the majority of your claims. Call it…” he paused, pretending to think, “a happy coincidence?” 

Your blood boiled at his arrogant smile, crimson tinting your vision as he flashed that infuriating smile at you as he crossed his muscular arms across his chest. “A happy coincidence? When your arrogant, entitled ass couldn’t even figure out the simple, underlying story of who killed whom? It was a simple case, prosecutor. Some shallow black and white case college students are given to analyze. Yet you still lost, unanimously.”

His eyes flashed darkly, and you knew you had gotten under his skin. “Who are you, Ms. Public Defender?” He stepped forward, voice low. You refused to step back, eyes trained on his. “I’d never lost a case before.” Another step forward. “Until you.” The smell of his cologne was all around you now, your thoughts clouding. You were close enough to grab the lapels of his tailored suit, if you wanted to, and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off his body, immediately.

You had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at him now, his frame taking up most of your view. You were glad there wasn’t anyone in the hall anymore. You wrapped a hand around his tie and yanked him forward, teeth grazing his ear. “Don’t take what I’m about to do the wrong way, prosecutor,” you hissed, spitting his title as if it were a curse. Then you pushed him back, your eyes drifting down to his full, soft lips as blood roared in your ears.

He blinked, a small smile crawling along his lips. “Take what the wrong wa-”

And then you were kissing him, furiously taking out all the anger you had bottled up in court when he refuted nearly all of your claims out on his lips now, nipping at his full bottom lip. His lips were as pillowy as they looked, you thought, your hand reaching up to fist in the fabric covering his chest. When he began to say something, you took advantage of his open mouth, sweet peppermint breath mixing with yours, and slipped your tongue in to tangle with his, teasing him until he began to reciprocate with just as much fervor.

When you finally broke the kiss he was panting and breathless, pupils blown with lust. Just as you began to step back, his arm caught you behind your back, pulling you into his chest. His lips, swollen from your violent kiss, grazed your ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you first stepped into the courtroom,” he growled, jaw clenched in restraint. “Don’t continue to do this to me unless you want the consequences.”

You could feel his bulge through the layers of clothing, throbbing against you. There wasn’t anything you wanted more. “Bathroom. Now.”

He didn’t hesitate, lifting you immediately and crashing through the doors of the bathroom, setting you harshly down on the cool marble of the counter. You pulled him in for another passionate kiss, heels digging into his back to push him closer into you, his bulge pushing deliciously into your crotch as your hands pushed his jacket off of his broad shoulders. An inferno grew in the pit of your stomach, growing uncomfortably warm, heat rushing down in between your legs. He moaned into your mouth, fingers gripping the edges of your blouse and ripping it open. The buttons flew and pinged against the floor but you had no patience to even complain.

“Hoseok,” he groaned in between needy, sloppy kisses against your jaw, your neck, “my name is Shin Hoseok.”

You pushed him backwards and slid off the counter, turning him with you so that your places were reversed, his back to the counter, and you dropped to your knees. “(Y/N),” you replied breathlessly as your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, fingers grazing down his broad chest to the defined ridges of his abs. He shuddered under your touch, fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles whitened. You fumbled with his belt for a second, and he let out a noise of impatience that traveled straight down to your core. Finally, you got that damned belt off of him and hurriedly yanked his pants down with his boxers, which pooled around his ankles.

He was big. Much bigger than you had expected. It sprang loose from the confines of his boxers and he hissed from the sudden feeling of cool air. Tentatively, you took him in your hand, your thumb and middle finger only barely able to touch one another. He bucked against your hand, groaning as he threw his head back. You looked up at him through your lashes. His head was thrown back, neck muscle tense and jaw clenched tightly, fingers digging into the counter as he swelled in your hand. You hadn’t even done anything yet. You licked a long, experimental stripe from the base to the tip, lapping up the beads of precum that had gathered there, tonguing at the slit. He tasted salty, a distinct edge to him that you had never tasted before. You licked another long stripe, from his balls to the tip.

Fuck,” he hissed darkly, hips canting. You hummed against him, licking and teasing, working your way up and down the curve of his thick cock, until finally he couldn’t take anymore, his fingers fisting almost painfully into your hair. “Did you forget how to suck cock, (Y/N)?” he asked, pressing the tip against your swollen, glistening lips. “I can remind you.”

You smirked, satisfied with his response, and opened your mouth wide to take him into your throat, sucking him down deep. You looked up at him with wide eyes, fingernails digging into the skin of his muscular thigh with each downward suck, your cheeks hollowing. A string of curses fell from his mouth as he watched you, your full, glistening, ruby red lips wrapped tight around him as you sucked obediently. His fingers threading their way into your hair so he could guide your head as you bobbed.

But you were still going too shallowly. He fingers tightened in your hair and shoved himself as far back into your throat as he could. You choked at the sudden intrusion, air escaping your lungs as he forced your head all the way down, groaning loudly. You moaned as the tip hit the back of your throat and gaggedas you relaxed your throat so he could slam you back down again to the base.

“Shit, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he groaned, as you took him in again and again, your cheeks flushed pink, drool and precum dripping down out of the edges of your mouth as he fucked your face. The lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of your mouth echoed in the empty bathroom. “Just like that,” he hissed, hips bucking as you hummed against him, “so fucking good for me.” Just as you began to feel as if your throat could take no more abuse, Hoseok released you. You pulled off with a wet pop, breathless and wrecked.

A shiver of pleasure worked down to his groin upon seeing you like this, your clothes torn and ruined, lips swollen, hair mussed, with drool and his precum leaking from the corners of your mouth. “As much as I would like to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he yanked you up and bent you over the counter, switching positions again, “I know how much you must want me to fuck you.”

You could only let out a coarse mewl in agreement, pushing your hips outwards desperately.

He pushed your pencil skirt upwards and yanked your panties down impatiently. You let out a heady moan in response, wanting nothing more that for him to be fucking you until you forgot your name. He positioned himself at your dripping core, barely pushing the tip in. You cried out in abject frustration.

“Tsk, tsk, so wet already?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he leaned close, his muscled chest pressing against your bare back. “Who knew you would be so submissive to me?”

You almost cried in desperation from the lack of anything. “Please,” you begged hoarsely, “please.”

Hoseok nipped at your shoulder, chills erupting every place his full lips ghosted over. “Please what?” he murmured, pushing half an inch deeper.

You moaned at the feeling of being spread so infinitesimally wider, juices pooling between your legs, but he refused to move. Not even an inch. “Please fuck me already, Hoseok, fuck me!” you gasped, in almost a sob of sheer frustration.

He plunged his full length into you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his large size. You swallowed a sharp cry of pain at the sudden fullness. The euphoric feeling of being so completely filled overrode all your other senses. He pistoned into you relentlessly, every thrust rocking you against the counter, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “God, you’re so unbelievably tight,” he snarled, his hips smacking into yours with force that had you screwing your eyes shut, mouth gaping in a silent cry of ecstasy. Hoseok shoved three of his fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them gratefully, as they were the only things keeping you from screaming.

“What?” he growled, watching him fuck into you in the reflection of the mirror, your chin against your chest as your breasts bounced with each one of his deep thrusts. “Are you afraid someone will hear us? Someone will hear you mewling for me, begging for me to fuck you?” He continued to pound into you, almost animalistically, feeding the growing inferno flaming in the deep pit of your stomach, growing almost unbearably hot. “But you want to get caught, don’t you, (Y/N)? You want people to see you getting fucked like this in public, don’t you?”

He rolled his hips into yours deliciously. You felt delirious, only capable of moaning incoherently as you watched him fuck you. He was right, the high chance of the two of you getting caught and the thought that everyone could hear you only served to increase your arousal. As one of your hands drifted down to your clit, he grabbed it and pinned it behind you. “Only I am allowed to make you cum. Don’t touch yourself.” He pressed his cheeck agaisnt the side of your head, still maintaing eye contact with you in the mirror as he rammed himself into you, over and over. “I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty little ass since the second you stepped into the courtroom,” he rasped, “with that tight little skirt teasing me.”

You could only gasp as he continued to push into you, impossibly faster.

“I couldn’t even focus on my arguments, thinking about how pretty your pink mouth would look like wrapped tight around my cock.” He groaned lowly at his own words, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“Deeper, Hoseok, harder!” You were wrecked, your hair tousled, your cheeked pressed against the countertop as you arched your back for him to hit even deeper inside of you.

“Fuck,” he managed, snapping his hips. He pressed into the small of your back, forcing you to arch even further.

He hit a place in you that caused black to dance in your vision, sight blurring in front of you. “FUCK! HOSEOK!” You were sure the whole courthouse could hear you now, but you couldn’t care less.

“Found it,” he whispered. Hoseok repeatedly thrusted into the same place, over and over, and you felt the telltale prickles of your orgasm building, the coil in your stomach tightening even more.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you cried, “harder, harder!” Hoseok released the hand he had pinned behind your back to grab onto your hips, lifting you and slamming you back down on him with every thrust. Low groans rumbled from his chest at every noise you made. You ruined him. He lost focus every time you clenched around him, desperately trying to milk out his orgasm.

Hoseok fisted a hand into your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look at your reflection. You barely recognized yourself in the mirror, eyes rolling back into your head in pleasure, drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. Hoseok caught your eyes in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you,” he snarled, his face next to yours in the reflection, hips slamming against yours and muscular chest pressed flush against your back as he fucked into you. A thin sheen of sweat covered his god-like body, jaw clenching in concentration as he buried himself into you again and again, never breaking eye contact with you the mirror. “You like watching me fuck you, (Y/N)?” He pulled your head to the side and sucked gently on the sensitive skin on your throat, causing chills to travel down your entire body and your knees to buckle.

“Hoseok-” you managed through breathy moans and gasps as you approached your high, “Hoseok, I’m going to come.”

Another wave of heat shot straight down to his groin upon hearing you say those words, your voice so breathy and needy for him. He reached down with one arm to rub circles on that sensitive nub. You cried out, your hand reaching up to dig into his muscular forearm, fingernails pressing in so deeply the nearly broke the skin.

“Scream my name,” he demanded, his own rhythm faltering as he neared his own orgasm, “I want to hear you.”

You screamed, white exploding in your vision as the coil in the pit of your stomach unraveled completely, pleasure igniting every nerve in your body, your entire body writhing in absolute euphoric satisfaction. “HOSEOK!” It was the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced, rocketing throughout your entire body in waves. Your finger nails dug so deeply into his forearm you drew blood. You don’t know how many times you screamed his name.

Hoseok stiffened behind you, body going taut like a bow as he released his heat into you, yanking your hips flush against his as he came. Ribbon after ribbon of his cum filled you and leaked out of your abused hole as he thrusted shallowly to ride out the rest of his orgasm. He groaned your name into your ear, dark and sexy. It sounded so right coming from him in that deep purr, claiming you as his.  

You remained trembling against the cold surface of the countertop for a few seconds before regaining any of your senses. The bathroom was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy breaths. Hoseok pulled out slowly. You heard him step away and reach to the side to pull out a wad of paper towels to soak up the cum dripping down your thighs.

His fingers were so gentle now. He was slow and careful, fingers trailing softly against the places where his hands had gripped you so tightly you bruised.

“I’ve got it,” you whispered, even though you wanted him to continue. You pushed yourself up from the counter as he stepped back.

The two of you redressed in a comfortable silence. Hoseok leaned back against the countertop as he buttoned his shirt and folded the cuffs back, a teasing smile on his lips.

You tried to ignore that flashing bright smile, sure that so many other girls had seen it before, instead busying yourself with the your ruined blouse. “Ah,” you whispered to yourself as you fumbled, “there’s really nothing I can do about these buttons…” You sighed, glancing at what remained of your blouse’s buttons scattered haphazardly around the floor. “You owe me a new shirt.” You glared pointedly at Hoseok, who choked out a surprised laugh.

He pushed away from the counter, reaching out to pull you in close again. All the breath escaped your lungs as he draped his suit jacket around you, buttoning it up slowly, his head bowing above yours as he fastened each button. “There,” he said, satisfied.

“Thanks,” you muttered drily, “but it doesn’t make up for a blouse.”

Hoseok laughed again, a sweet, gentle sound that contrasted so greatly with the rough sex you had just had. “Ok, Ms. Public Defender, I promise I will next time.”

Next time?  Your chest constricted at his words. But before you could open your mouth to make a snappy response, he cut you off.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I guess I ‘took this the wrong way’.” His words may have simulated an apology, but there was nothing apologetic about his blinding smile. “Let’s not meet again like this. I want a date instead. How about I pick you up at 7 tomorrow, from where ever it is you live.”

You responded before you even realized. “8, and I’m going to your place.”

Hoseok’s grin widened. “See you in court.”

A/N: Forgive me, lord, for I have sinned. Requests for all groups are currently open! Feel free to drop a request (or just say hi!)

Black Girl, NYC

Greetings people. I identify as a Black female who was born and raised in NYC. I am slowly progressing through my study of education and history in college. Other then that, I spend (probably) an unhealthy amount of time reading and writing sci fi and fantasy. But by high school, I got sick and tired of the same story featuring blonds and brunettes saving the day with their straight, lean male heroes so I turned to my librarian seeking something new. She pointed to Octavia Butler and the rest was history. I’ve been seeking diversity in media ever since.

Family life and Culture

I grew as the middle child of six siblings with my single mother and grandparents. Yes, my working-class household fits the stereotype. We even have an absent father *sighs* But, hey shit happens. And with the biological father turns out not to be the best father figure, shit had to go right out the door. Yup. But make no mistake that this is a norm. Most households on my block do have both parents involved in their children’s lives. Our circumstances called for us to have one. That’s all.

The house was full, loud and rambunctious. We made up a good portion of the children on the block (unsurprising) and basically ran it. There’s a whole novel that could be fleshed out of my childhood if I wanted to. Our neighborhood is very tight knit. Next door neighbors were treated like Aunts and Uncles. When summer came around, we were sometimes divided into groups as the parents who were off from work overlooked us while braiding our heads. Blackouts became an all night bbq and sleepover on each other’s porches. Crooklyn by Spike Lee was a good representation of what it was like in fact. Somewhat. Minus the brownstones, plus a couple more fights (lol).

My grandma was a nurse who’s pretty big on us knowing our family history. She made sure to talk a lot about our Gullah Geechee roots. We also had some Dominican culture influence since her closest friend and our Madrina was, well, Dominican. But she is fairly strict on gender norms and how my sisters and I should act especially with brothers. She antagonized me the most growing up because I continued to ignore this. We don’t get along but i can’t say i don’t get why she’s the way she is. She has a pretty dark past. My mother, a latchkey kid of the finest stock, is more laid back and gives all of us free range to make our own mistakes. Most times. Other times, she’d rather lecture us. Depends on our crime.

I don’t know what my grandpa used to do. He retired waaaaay before my grandmother. I also don’t know much about his culture. He’s 1st gen Jamaican who fully assimilated into American culture. Well, beside his food choices. Now, he gambles and goes to church. When I was younger, he used to teach us how to gamble too. And how to cheat and not get caught. We got a lot of free fast food while he taught us. He has gotten more frugal the older he got. And more isolated.

Dating and Relationships.

I don’t date. I have no interest. Well, no, that’s not exactly true. I’ve considered it but I rather have not seek out anything outside of platonic right now. I have a tight knit circle of friends and several other groups of friends I associate with depending on the activity. I’m realizing it seems like I’m using the term “friends” loosely but I swear I’m not. I’m a virgin and I feel nothing about being one until someone goes “*gasp* You’re a virgin really?” and then I end up on high defense saying “So?” Believe or not, that messed with me a lot.

My love life and lack of interest in having one has always been a struggle. In middle school, the group of friends I hung with were becoming more infatuated with love and sex. Yes, middle school, fifth through eighth grade, ages nine to thirteen. But, when they would talked about who’s hot or not, they would look at me funny when I didn’t join in the discussion. Instead of explaining myself, I simply copied other’s reactions and gushed along with them. This instinct followed me through High school til stopped out of annoyance. I became a listener and adviser in their relationships because I really do love stories in many shapes and forms. And I would never turn down hearing a story.

Language

My primary language is English and AAVE. I’ve been living in a neighborhood filled with Blacks and Latinx. Most of my friends are Black and Lantinx. I didn’t meet a white person my age until college. Okay that’s a partial lie. I’ve been in a summer camp that was made up of predominantly white children. But as the only black kid in my age range, I was sorta uncomfortable. I never made lasting friends there. After High School, I spent a year abroad in Tena, Ecuador where I learned Spanish and Kichwa. I still suck at both languages.

Clothing

Lots of my clothes when I was younger were borrowed or hand-me-downs. Half of them still are. It’s like thrift shopping without the hiked prices thanks to its popularity by rich white people (Thanks rich white people!) All my siblings’ taste varies. In my case, I’m fond of combining loose and tight clothing (tight jeans and a loose sweater/ baggy jeans and a tight top). No makeup. Silver accessories.

I used to have a short bob cut permed. I hated it. But I rather a perm then getting my hair straightened with a hot comb because the back of my neck and big ears would always get burned. It wasn’t until I made a friend with a natural afro that I realized my natural hair was even an option.

Academics

Lol I was a nerd with bad grades.

Religion

My family practices Santeria, which has historical roots in both Catholicism and Yoruba thanks to slavery (Yay slavery!). However, because the religion is not fully accepted or well-known, I tend to say I’m simply Catholic if asked. Apparently, a Black Catholic is hard to believe. It is assumed all Black folks are Baptists or some branch of Christianity. I have no idea where that stereotype came from. But I can give some guess. (*cough cough* Tyler Perry….).  

As I stated before, I love scifi and fantasy. I especially love urban fantasy involving witches. I blame this love on Practical Magic and Eve’s Bayou, my childhood faves. It’s because of this love that I wish to see more stories with witches of color. And no, I don’t mean that one evil/mysterious southern/Caribbean Voodoo/Hoodoo witch hollywood loves to portray so much. That always plays into the “Black is evil” trope. Give me some damn variety!

I would squeal so hard if the mythology involved in a story isn’t even Eurocentric. I’m not joking. This is serious. When my religion was simply hinted at in the Raven Boys series (It was also a great way of making even more obvious that the character was definitely not white.) and Kenya Wright’s Habitat series, I squealed. All the authors did was write the names of some of the Orishas and I couldn’t help but put my phone down for a moment and inwardly scream with glee. That being said, if a writer does decide to use afrocentric or any religion involving “witchcraft” as a basis, I would personally ask that they make sure is is not a closed religion.

Santeria is, in fact, a closed religion. And while I don’t mind mentions of it in fantasy and even a main character stating they practice it, do not go any further than that. Don’t even research the practices within the religion other than what is public knowledge (And if you don’t have any public knowledge, just ask) Respect that there’s a limit. Anything further spelunking  is consider rude, disgusting, disrespectful and dangerous. There’s things that I don’t even know because I haven’t been properly initiated. And the internet has a lot of these practices exposed when it shouldn’t be so please don’t look into it. Please.

Food

Most of the cooking in the house has been done by my grandmother. Because of her various relationships, our food has always been a mixture of Black American, Gullah, Lantinx and Caribbean influences. It is so good. So, so good!

The only thing I don’t eat of hers is her seafood gumbo because I don’t like shellfish. One of my sisters said I should have my “black card” taken for my distaste. I said she could take it if she can name more black movies than me. She still can’t take it. My other sister wishes we could switch places because she loves crab but is allergic. The crazy girl actually sends her husband to buy some benadryl so she can eat some if we ever have some on the table. Smh. Siblings.  

Holidays

My family on both sides are quite fond of reunions. On my grandpa’s side, the family uses Fourth of July and Christmas to get together. On my grandma’s side, they tend to host annual summer reunion and send out RSVP invitations complete with schedules of the whole two to three day event. I didn’t mention this under my family life, but both sides of my family are boujee to different degrees. Lots of black sorors and frats members on both sides. I can’t believe that slipped my mind typing.

I’m a little iffy with Christmas. It’s more of a holiday for the older generation and our niece and nephews. The younger generation, however, don’t particularly care for the holiday. For some of us, it’s because it’s not really Jesus’s Birthday and Santa was whitewashed. For others, it’s because we don’t care to feed into the corporate holiday. For most of us, it’s a combination of the two. But we do love getting together when we can. My older sister and I have conspired to celebrate kwanzaa instead for the past two years. So far, it hasn’t grasped the interest of anyone else in the family.

Struggles

  • Being nerds from a young age, my siblings and I have been called “Oreos” or“Not really black” by kids in school on more than one occasion. We shut them down by fighting. Probably not the best strategy but it was best one I could think of in middle school and below. Made it easier to go back to reading my manga.

  • I got compared to my sisters a lot. It was the absolutely most annoying thing ever. And a major source of my insecurities growing older.

  • Need I address colorism? My highschool was filled with it. #TeamLight v #TeamDark. I was on neither team, because in the region I live, skin color was a pretty long spectrum. I fell in the between. Who came up with this?

  • I’ll admit it. I hate my own tears. They make me feel weak. Which isn’t true…I know. But, it is a mentality I always had. I have depression and PTSD. This isn’t really a secret. I tell people if I’m asked. But have you ever had someone look at you and say, “Really? You don’t seem like the type.” ……

  • I am a black female. I’ve been labelled “Strong” and “Independent” the older I got. By my mother. By my siblings. By my peers. And I get those labels. Even from friends. I loved those labels. I call myself by those labels. I mean, who doesn’t want to be seen as strong and independent? Those are positive affirmations, right? I think they would be. If that wasn’t all the positive labels we could get. Somehow, society has decided we are beings that are incapable of being multifaceted. I was indirectly taught to hate my own tears because black girls don’t cry. You can’t cry and be strong. What a terrible mantra fed to black girl at a young age. So, instead you tell everyone “It’s fine.”

I told my therapist it was fine. Until she told me straight up it was not fine. And it was okay to cry. I don’t like to cry. But I still (involuntarily) did it.

Things I’d like to see less of/Things I’d like to see more of:

  • I’m sick and tired of seeing black and latinx folks being portrayed as only fantasy gangs members. We are not only gang members. That’s a terrible popular myth the media put out there and I hate it even more so when it’s portrayed in SFF genre..

  • I’m tired of having one black person in a novel being described as having skin the color of “midnight.” And he’s (it’s always a he) not even that important to the story

  • I hate how every time someone decides to add a person of color, they have to be ambiguous brown. I’m not saying ambiguously brown don’t exist and don’t need representation but is it really that had for a dark brown skin person to play a major role in a story that’s not about slavery? Speaking of which….

  • Why we always gotta be slaves? Or better yet….

  • Why don’t we exist at all in High fantasy stories? Urban fantasy? Brooklyn wasn’t always the gentrified white town it is now. Still isn’t. How are you erasing people of color from NYC??? We make up way too much of the population to be completely erased

  • Stop racial coding other creatures to surround your white human characters. Especially as the bad guys. That’s just shitty writing. Step up your game!

  • I love Black love

  • I love Gay love. I wish more would follow moonlight’s example and show poc are gay too and gay doesn’t always equal to stereotypical femininity.

  • I love interracial love HOWEVER, can we pair people of color with other people of color as well? I’m starting to hate seeing it always a white person paired with a Poc. Variety damnit!

  • Friendships between boys and girls that don’t transform into love.

  • Friendships between girls that didn’t start out as a rivalry.

  • Different body types besides the skinny and tall. Make a main character that’s fat for once. It’s not a problem.

  • Magical characters of color that aren’t “Noble Savages” or “Wise Monks” that used their magic for personal gain for once instead of waiting for the white hero to come.

  • Nerdy black characters who aren’t 100% competent and cries. One that isn’t in a five token band that always gonna be compare to the white main character. Make the nerd the main character!

That’s all I can think of at the top of my head. But my list really does go on. 

Read more POC Profiles here or submit your own.

Clingy (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hello! love your blog! can i have a jughead x reader fic where the reader and jughead are dating and she overheard him telling someone (maybe like archie or betty) that she’s clingy and so she distances herself from him? lol idk if that makes sense but if you could write it that would be amazing! thank you!!!!

A/N: I love this prompt so much. I had so many different storylines come to mind but hopefully you enjoy this one! Requests are Welcome!!

Masterlist

– Clingy (Jughead x Reader) –

You were walking towards your locker when you saw them.

Jughead and Archie talking by Jug’s locker.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that he’s wearing your favorite sweater of his. The soft green one that goes oh so well with his eyes.

Stop at your locker then go say hi to your boyfriend and his best friend. Routine. Like clockwork. Only today is when things change.

Opening your locker, you hear Jug say something sounding like your name. Thinking he saw you, you move your head a little to smile at him only to find him and Archie frowning at each other. That’s weird.

You pull out your English book and shut your locker, shrugging it off.

As you start to get closer, you hear him.

“I don’t know Arch. Is she clingy? Are all girls like that?” He sighs and digs around his locker for his science book.

Were you being clingy? Your heart starts to tighten in your chest. Was it making Jughead uncomfortable?

“Nah. You know (Y/N) is just a touchy person.” Archie offers him a smile. Neither of them saw you standing in the hall by the water fountain.

Archie says something quieter so you couldn’t hear but Jughead responds.

“I know. we spend every day together. We do everything together. Sometimes I feel like she’s always there. I can’t concentrate on anything half the time. She’s a huge distraction.” He shuts his locker and turns to Arch.

Archie nods and pats his back, saying something else but you already turned to leave.

Feeling hurt, you decide not to stop and say hi to them. It would be too clingy.

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Dating Yoongi (Suga) includes:

Originally posted by nnochu

  • highkey oblivious af
  • a good couple of months was spent of you trying to flirt with him
  • ending up writing him a note saying “i really like you, notice my advances you fucking piece of shit” because he cant take a hint
  • you both are so lazy omg
  • but no one can out lazy min yoongi
  • “Y/N can you pass me remote?”
  • “It’s literally right next to you wtf”
  • hIS GUMMY SMILE HAS ME WEAK Y’ALL
  • everytime he smiles you literally have some sort of camera ready to capture it
  • “Y/N what are you doing?” he asked when he realised a flash was coming from your phone
  • “Capturing art”
  • PDA?? what’s that??? min yoongi doesnt know what that is
  • honestly he just doesnt do it cause hes shy aw
  • him telling you to stop calling him cute cause its seriously damaging his swag
  • you purposely giving him cringey nicknames cause it annoys the shit out of him
  • “How’s my little sugar smoochy honey gummy bear doing?”
  • coming to sit on his lap when he’s working in nothing but your underwear and a fitted tshirt cause you know it turns him the fuck on 
  • you being the biggest supporter when he releases music
  • having songs dedicated to you
  • him showing you his music first cause your opinion is the most important
  • you falling in love with him all over again when he plays piano because its so beautiful and he’s so passionate about it
  • most date with suga include you cuddling up with him with loads of blankets and popcorn and watching the cringiest movies you can find
  • sometimes you have your doubts but then you catch him smiling and looking at you like you’re a goddess and you’re just like lol nvm he still wants it
  • the teasing between you both is un reAL LMAO
  • especially when you try to rap along with him
  • cause lets be real, he raps at the speed of light and you can’t keep up
  • like honestly you were still on the A to the G to the U to the STD part while he had finished like bro can you chill 
  • you once told him to give you that agust D and he threatened to break up with you lol
  • late night texts 
  • “dont the stars look beautiful tonight, yoongi”
  • “it’s 3am bitch tf go to bed”
  • literally the only reason you two fight is because he spends too much time at the studio and doesnt get enough food and/or sleep like min yoongi pls rest
  • thERES ALWAYS SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN YOU TWO
  • “i stg yoongi if you don’t move out of my way,”
  • “Why should I?” he smirks, backing you up into a corner before pining your arms above you
  • “Let me go”
  • “Make me,” he says iN A DEEP VOICE AND THAT JUST ENDS UP LEADING TO SEX WHOOPS
  • bitch his tongue is a force to be reckoned with
  • did y’all hear him when he was rapping the second verse to agust d???
  • we all know hes got that tongue technology damn
  • he’s hella rough during sex man dont give a fuCK
  • but it’s cool cause you like it like that
  • basically your relationship is filled with you two laughing and insulting each other buT LIKE DW CAUSE MIN YOONGI CAN BE CUTE WHEN HE WANTS TO BE AND WILL LITERALLY SHOWER YOU IN KISSES CAUSE HE LOVES YOU A LOT OKAY
Lose Your Keys, Find A Man

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Prompt: For the anon who sent in “Can you do a Derek Morgan x reader where she’s being harassing by some guy who won’t take a hint and he comes to her rescue?” 

A/N: Ah! I do love and miss my beautiful Derek Morgan so much! (Do I sound like Penelope yet lol? XD) This one is for the awesome anon who requested it and all the Morgan girls out there, not enough fics for him exist and I am happy to add to the collection. Enjoy :) Also, I’m still taking requests so if you want to hit up that asks box!

Note: (Y/N/N): your nickname

Word Count: 1.7 K

Rating: PG (maybe PG-13 if you really squint)


“Just one more drink she said, it’ll be fun she said! More like she’ll become a pain in the ass who can’t stand up,” you muttered as you dragged your friend Elizabeth out of the club with the help of your other friend Molly. The three of you had met your freshman year of college at Virginia Tech. Other than having one freshman english class, the three of you had polar opposite class and career tracks. You were a corporate lawyer, Molly was on the fast track to being a neurosurgeon, and Elizabeth was an aspiring painter. The three of you became inseparable and still shared an apartment, six years later. And it was times like this where you were glad you all had that kind of history else you might have killed the two of them by now. When you went out, you usually assumed the duty of being designated driver and “mom” of the night, while your two friends chose to drink ‘til they dropped, literally. 

“Look on the bright side, you can give her hell for this and shine a bright light in her eyes in the morning,” Elizabeth mumbled, stumbling slightly due to her drunk state and Molly’s extra weight on her shoulder. 

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “We both know that I’ll be handing out ibuprofen and coffee to you both in the morning and saying, ‘poor sweet baby’”. 

“True, but hey at least I’m not as much of a pain to handle,” she replied, as you hailed a cab. 

“Don’t even go there,” you said playfully bumping her shoulder. The passing cab came to hault and with you and Elizabeth’s combined efforts you managed to settle Molly inside. You reached in your purse for your wallet to ensure you could pay the fair and made a horrible discovery. “Shit, I think I dropped my keys,” you groaned.

“Just run inside and go find ‘em. We can wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I have no idea where I dropped them and this could take awhile. You need to get her home before she gets sick in the car.”

“Ok, just be careful. See you at home,” Elizabeth said. You closed the door of the cab and watched them drive off. You quickly walked back into the bar, not wanting to be outside for two long. You weren’t paranoid, just cautious. You’d heard too many horror stories women getting kidnapped outside of bars late at night. You quickly started scanning the room for a thick wad of keys as you walked back in. Not immediately catching sight of them, you trudged over to the bar. 

“Hey, Nick. Has anyone turned in a set of keys in the last ten minutes?” you asked the bartender, who you’d gotten to know since your friends loved this bar. 

“Afraid not (Y/N). Only things back here other than little old me are the drinks and a couple of notepads,” he replied cheekily. 

“Ha, well that was worth a shot. I’m going to go look over at the booth where we were sitting but if I can’t find them and they get turned in you’ll let me know right?”

“I’ll holler if they turn up.”

“Thanks,” you replied sadly, and dragged your feet over to the booth where you’d been stationed with your friends for the past three hours. You could kick yourself right now. All you wanted was to go home, but instead you were stuck at the bar looking for keys that you weren’ t even sure were there. You looked under the booth, then crawled in and stuck your hand down in the seats hoping maybe the keys had slid down in between. 

“Hello, pretty lady. Come back for more already?” some guy slurred as he stumbled toward you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and immediately recognized him as the man who’d spent the majority of the night trying to pick you up. And in turn, you’d spent most of the night trying to get away from him and his awful breath that stank of alcohol, which signalled to you that he’d had way too much to drink. 

“Just trying to find my keys,” you replied, casually and kept sliding your hand around the seats. 

“Well, maybe I could help you with that,” he muttered, in as sultry of a voice as he could muster up and slid his hand up your thigh and onto your ass. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you growled and flipped around, after ripping his hand off you.

“Just trying to get a little play baby.”

“Well find someone who wants to play with you.”

“Aw c’mon, pretty lady. I seen the way you and your friends dance with anything that moves. I just want a little of that attention.”

“And as I have politely told you all night, I’m not interested,” you snapped, using your foot to push him back a few feet. The man glared intently at you and you instantly regretted that last move. 

“Now listen here you-”

“Hey buddy, the lady said no so why don’t you back off,” a voice said from behind the man as a hand landed on his shoulder. You flicked your eyes up to the owner of the voice and you savior. Tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Honestly, he looked more like he belonged in a movie than here in real life rescuing you from some guy. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business buddy?” the drunk man sneered, shrugging the foreign hand off of his shoulder. Your hero (as you had labeled him in your head) stepped between you and the drunk.

“It is my business when men like you are harassing a woman. So why don’t you scram before I have the other FBI agents in the room book you for attempted assault and harassment?” he replied flashing a gun and credentials. The man took one last look at you over his shoulder before stumbling off toward the door. “Well, that takes care of that,” he muttered straightening up before turning to you and offering a hand to help you out of the booth. “You alright?” 

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling yourself out of the booth to stand in front of him. “Thank you so much, I’ve been trying to shake that asshole all night.” 

“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s ok. He wasn’t being that ballsy earlier.”

“Well, no woman deserves to be treated that way,” he said. “Didn’t I see you leaving with your friends a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, I put them in a cab to head back to our apartment once I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere in the bar earlier,” you told him as you did another scan of the bar. “I was trying to see if maybe they had slid down into the seat when the drunk bastard started creeping on me again.” You turned your eyes back to your companion and found him kneeling on the ground, pulling your keys out from under the booth. 

“These what you’re looking for?”

“Yes, thank you so much…”

“Sorry, manners slipped my mind. Derek Morgan,” he replied, handing you your keys. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and given that you just essentially rescued me from some creep minutes ago I’m pretty sure your manners are fine,” you teased fiddling with your keys. 

“Like I said, it’s not right to treat ladies that way, especially one’s with smiles as pretty as yours,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile at you. You grinned at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. You were suddenly very aware that you were being watched. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed a table full of people who were trying to nonchalantly watch the exchange going down between the two of you. 

“Well, I think I’m going to get going. I’ve got to drunks to take care of at home and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your friends any longer, but you might want to tell them to try being more discreet if they plan on watch people,” you chuckled. 

“I can walk you out if you want,” Derek suggested.

“You’ve been nice enough already, and the bartender is a friend so I’ll ask him to. It was nice to meet you, Derek,” you replied. 

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” he said and sauntered off back to his friends. You sighed dreamily and walked up to the bar. 

“Success,” you declared, leaning on the bar, and dangled your keys for Nick to see. 

“Awesome, now I don’t have to scour the bar for those when I close,” he replied washing glasses. 

“Nick, would you mind walking me out to my cab? It’s kind of late,” you asked, slipping said keys back in your purse where they belonged. 

“Didn’t Derek offer to walk you out?”

“How did you know that? And second question, you know him?” 

“First, I’m a bartender I hear everything. I was about to step in for you earlier, but Derek was ordering a drink and said he would handle it. Second, I don’t know him per say, but the crowd of FBI agents over there are regulars,” Nick explained as he set the glass down and picked up another. “He’s a big hit with girls, but I don’t think he’s seeing anyone.”

“I know what you’re implying, and knock it off. He’s way out of my league,” you shot back. 

“C’mon, (Y/N/N). You, my friend, are a catch and he’s a great guy who knows how to treat a woman right.”

“What do you want me to do, Nick? Walk over there and drop my number on a napkin in front of him?”

“Or you can give it to him now since he’s walking over here,” Nick mumbled, suddenly very busy cleaning that glass. 

“(Y/N),” Derek said as he walked up beside you. 

“Hi again,” you replied. 

“Stop me if I’m being too forward, but I was wondering if I could maybe take you out to get a coffee?”

“Like right now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Derek nodded. “It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Well, I am a man who believes in living in the present,” he replied chuckling, “but I do see your point.” 

“You know what, I know a great diner that makes a mean cup of coffee and a fantastic milkshake,” you mentioned adjusting the strap on your purse. 

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), let’s go,” he said grinning as he offered you his arm. You giggled as you took it. Who knew you’d find your knight in shining armor as a result of losing your keys under a booth? 


BONUS SCENE!

A/N: ok so when I was writing the first part it suddenly hit me what the conversation with the team would be like after Morgan saves the reader and goes back to the table, but I couldn’t figure out how to work it into the story so I’m including it as a bonus scene. Enjoy :)

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Derek muttered and strolled back over to the table the other BAU members were perched around, still thinking about (Y/N)’s beautiful eyes and smile. 

“So, is she prettier upon closer inspection?” Rossi teased as Morgan leaned against the table. 

“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked, snapping out of his stupor. 

“Derek, c’mon you are sitting which a group of profilers. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you’ve been staring at her since we got here,” JJ replied, waggling her eyebrows at him. That was true, the team had arrived about an hour ago to continue their night of bar hopping and that was when Derek had noticed (Y/N). She had thrown the BAU’s resident player off of his game, big time. Instead of approaching and mingling, he’d decided to take the road of observing watching the way her smile lit up her face as she laughed with her friends and swung her hips. 

“We also agreed never to profile each other and I haven’t been staring,” Derek grumbled. 

“Right, so what’s her name?” Penelope asked leaning toward him. 

“(Y/N).”

“And I’m assuming you got her number, so when are you seeing her again?”

“I didn’t get her number,” he replied. A collective groan spread around the table, while Spencer smiled in the corner and extended his hand. 

“Told you, now fork it over all of you,” he said victoriously, taking a ten dollar bill from each member of the team. 

“What?”

“They bet that you’d have a date and her number by the time you walked back over here, and I noted the fact that you were ‘off your game’ as you would say, so I bet them you wouldn’t and I definitely won,” Reid explained, smiling smugly. 

 “Chocolate Thunder, bet aside I expect you to march back over there and score yourself a date else I hack her phone and call her for you,” Penelope threatened, poking his chest.

“I’ll show you who’s not off his game,” Derek grumbled, downing one of the shots that had been for the table before spinning and marching toward the bar where (Y/N) was chatting up the bartender. 

“Atta boy!” Prentis shouted.

“WHOO! GO CHOCOLATE THUNDER!” Penelope cheered.

Midnight Memories // The Color Of My World Part Two [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

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Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x Reader/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, A Smug Stiles Stilinski Talking About Sex, Swearing, Physical and Verbal Violence, Abusive Relationship, AND REALLY FUCKING ADORABLE STILES STILINSKI SERIOUSLY HE IS SUCH A CUTIE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN.

Word Count: 6,168  

Song: Kid In Love by Shawn Mendes (The lyrics are so spot on it’s actually kind of terrifying)

A/N: Thank you so much for loving part one y’all. Here’s part two that also ends with another cliffhanger because I’m addicted to making you guys go crazy lol

“Oh, shit.” Stiles gasped, letting go of me as I stood on my own.

The room remained full of life and color even though he was no longer touching me. My skin, however, felt lost without Stiles. His touch left a lingering burn in my body and I was already craving it again. I longed for someone I just met and, for some reason, it felt right.

“W-We’re-” I stuttered, my mind completely overwhelmed with what we just discovered.

“Soulmates.” He finished my sentence, his warm colored eyes piercing into mine.

Stiles Stilinski, the boy my boyfriend secretly despises, is my soulmate. It’s funny just how sadistic the universe really is.

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Hurry Home (Smut)

 A/N: This is kinda procrastination because I’m having a hard time finishing Redemption, but it’s coming along. I found this is my drafts so this is my “please don’t kill me Redemption is coming” phone sex. Also, I’d like to dedicate this to my lovely friend @sippingchai . Thank you for being as thirsty as I am lol. Enjoy ;)

You stretch your legs out as you sprawl across the bed making the most obnoxious noise. Opening your eyes, you look over and see an empty place in the bed where Shawn should be. The studio maybe? Who knows. You stand up and make your way downstairs to the living room to sit on the couch. You turn on Netflix to watch the next season of Dexter. You and Shawn usually watch it together, but you just can’t help yourself.

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Babysitter (Part 2)

Summary: Your parents have to leave for a buiness trip for the weekend and you invite Taehyung over

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/ Reader

Genre: Smut X2

Word: 3.3k

A/N: I suppose there will be a part 3 lol maybe- Sorry if this one is not as good

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Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu

A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.

Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.

You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.

Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.

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A-Z NSFW: Kris

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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A = Aftercare 

Kris is kind of a goof ball, but he’s really good at taking care of people i.e. EXO, did y’all see him when he was a kindergarten teacher for a day?, etc. He’s extremely cautious with your body in general, but he can’t rest soundly until he knows you’re one hundred percent okay, relaxing baths are taken, and cuddles are a given. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Does this even count lmao He loves his height, Kris uses it to his full advantage over you. Aside from being a shit head bf/lover with the whole ‘lmao ur so short’, Kris loves how he can practically shield you with his body, it’s easy to grasp your wrists in his hand and pin you down. Idc who you are, Kris is an Amazon and he is bigger than you, so funny enough his favorite thing about you is how you’re a contrast to him, your hands are smaller, height’s shorter, and you’re easier to control. 

C = Cum 

He favors cuming on you rather than in you, ‘easier to clean up’ he says sure sure and while he’s pretty noisy during sex, that comes to a halt when he finishes, he goes dead silent aside from one final grunt or two kinda weird but whatever

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

One thing Kris has wanted to try but never got around to asking, was sex in the dance studio. Something about the mirrors, and being able to see all around, see everything you do, was an idea that turned him on, but he’s hesitant to ask about the semi public place.  

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Lmao Nana says since he was raised in the West, and ‘we a bunch of hoes’, there’s no way he spent his teenage years here and didn’t get no pussy. i hA T E HER so take that for what it’s worth. At this point, he definitely knows what he’s doing, I don’t see any way he doesn’t know his way around sex, he’s got a few notches in his belt, that’s all I’m sayin.


F = Favorite position

Kris is a pretty big Yifan of you on top, 90% of life, Kris has you on his lap anyways, he just likes you there, so having you roll your hips against him, or laying back and just guiding your movements with his hands on your waist, is pretty common when you have sex, it’s his favorite. Plus, it gives him the opportunity to just hold you still and thrust up in to you, even though he’s on the bottom, he still holds the control.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kris Wu? FanFan? Yifan? The Galaxy Man? The ultimate meme? Serious in bed? Don’t make me laugh lmao. There’s always a somewhat serious atmosphere during sex, but he’s not serious, not that much anyways. Unless he’s doing a little role play thing, sex with him is pretty fun and light hearted. He’s a really easy going guy, so I think sex with him matches. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Lord remember that fake beard thing Kris wore? that was a literal nightmare I don’t think he’s bare down there, but he’s pretty clean and a neat man, but I think he definitely manscapes though. 


I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I think Kris would be one of the best bfs/husbands/lovers, I really think it’s in his mind that he has to be a better man that his dad was to him and his mom really, a missing parent really fucks up kids minds i know so he’s kind of over the top with his love and affection towards you. He’s doesn’t show it much during sex, but he’s extremely affectionate, and talkative after sex is finished, he needs to make sure you understand that he does love you, and he isn’t just fucking around with you or anything like that. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

You’re pretty much his main outlet, but some nights he’s off filming, or you’re not available, he’s got to take care of business. He’s really a pretty vocal masturbater, he’s not quiet by any means, if by a few mistaken butt dials showed anything… 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise is one of Kris’ main kinks. I think he’s lowkey self conscious, and you moaning about how much you love him, how good he’s making you feel, how big he is, how good he is, really starts a fire in him. Aside from that, he’s semi dominant, he likes to toy with the role play of office sex i.e. calling him sir and boss and along those lines.


L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Again, out of the EXO dorm, he has free reign and doesn’t have to worry. One of his favorites is anywhere that has a counter; kitchen, bathroom sink, dinning room, whatever. Unless you’re riding him, fucking you on a counter really eases the mess of trying to match his height with sex. He can just prop you up on a counter top and have full access and go at it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

[Back to Kink] He really does love praise, in any form, all you have to do is over hype whatever he’s done, how handsome he is, his muscles, whatever, and it just strikes to his heart and he’s pushing you to the bedroom.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shower sex is off limits entirely, he slipped once what can you expect from the fucking giraffe thankfully it didn’t need a trip to the ER but he’s forever terrified that he’s going to hurt you worse. You can’t even get him hard in the bathroom anymore, he’s kinda traumatized and guilty over dropping you….

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

:))

anyways, one of Kris’ favorite pass times, in general, is teasing the shit out of you, and what better to do that than his sinful tongue? He’s a pleaser, and he’s damn good at it, add that with his fingers? girl bye can you even reach his dick if you’re on your knees….hes pretty damn tall im sure i couldnt lol He definitely doesn’t reject having you on your knees, he’s somewhat dominant so the sight alone is surely welcomed.


P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Nana says because Kris is so big, he’s doesn’t really have good control over his hips? Like he’s kind of sloppy-ish, and honestly with his body vs unless you’re an exact copy of him, I see it being a slight issue and some…adjustments need to happen before sex works well. His pace is kind of slow, more fluid and more just rolling his hips into you than full blown thrusts. He’s not rough, he’s actually pretty gentle, if rough is what you want, you’ll have to ask, because he’s really just a giant teddy bear and he’s so gentle and loving.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Since he does have the time to play with you properly, quickies aren’t very frequent in your relationship. They’re really rare, to be honest. Kris likes taking his time with you, and making sure you’re both completely satisfied, so quickies aren’t really in his good books, but the occasional quick morning sex does happen. Just not often. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, like Luhan, he doesn’t have to hide and be careful as much as he would have if he was still in EXO, so free reign as a human means free reign with his dick i hate that i just wrote that sentence Sex is pretty fun and adventurous with Kris, he’s not really one to shy away from most things, he’s down to do anything that you propose or if he finds something he wants to try, as long as it’s in reason. Like he’s not going to fuck you in a McDonald’s bathroom stall, but he’s pretty open to try things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Kris really doesn’t strike me as a guy that can go for hours on end, he’s not a freakin caveman or smth. One round is the usual, on special days, he likes to drag it out and keep you home so after a rest you can have sex several times, but one round is typically it. Kris is a pretty average guy lmao who even describes kris as fuckin average shut up liz so sex is usually around 5-10 minutes. 


T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Kris likes to say he’s the only toy you need hes got a dick he can hold you down his fingers are like fucking dildos what more do you need tbh but he does enjoy a few toys he uses to tease you with. He favors toys around the area of feathers and the likes, things that are meant to be paired with a lovely blindfold he keeps in the bedside drawer, and used to get you on edge and squirm at every barely there brush of the toy. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Kris is quite a tease, just because he can. He gets a weird satisfaction out of semi pissing you off, teasing you isn’t his turn on or anything, he just likes frustrating you to the point of screaming. I don’t care who you are, Kris has got a weight/height advantage over you, and he loves being able to just pin you down and push you to the edge without actually doing much to you. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s got a damn good deep voice and he makes good use of it. He’s not vocal in the sense he speaks, he really doesn’t say much during sex, he’s more of a pillow talker after you’re finished. But he’s a grunter, moaner, groaner, etc. He makes a lot of noises and they’re pretty loud. 


W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Kris is a (sadly) damaged person, from his dad to SM to the hate he got after he left, he desperately needs someone to care for him. The first time you two had sex, it’s was unspoken but showed that he really needed reassurance that you actually cared for him, he needed a lot of approval and affection. 


X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

:)))))))


Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kris is another one of the older boys so his weird hormonal ‘i gotta fuck anything that walks’ whole situation has chilled out, his sex drive is relatively normal. As much as you’d expect for a guy nearing his 30s holy fuck 30 yall omg Sex comes about 2-3 times a week usually, he’s not exactly a horn dog.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Why do I try to make these logical Since FanFan isn’t in EXO, or heavily in the music light anymore, I don’t think he’s used to using so much energy anymore. He’s gained weight and hes so healthy and happy looking im in love and our big galaxy man is a tired bby, after sex he’s pretty tuckered out and in dire need of a nap or the clumsy man we know is amplified like 20x how he usually is. He falls asleep very fast. If you have no intentions to sleep, you best get out the bed quick, because he’s a cuddler and once he’s got you in his arms you’re stuck. Good luck my dudes

Want to rig a card game so you'll win, then insist we play it every time? We'll see about that...

LTL, FTP, etc. I apologize already if I don’t get the formatting right.

This happened several years ago.

I spent most of my time with a relatively small, fairly close-knit group of friends (about 10-12 people). We hung out together probably once a week or so at someone’s house, but not everyone showed up every time, so it was usually 6-8 people each time.

I enjoyed the company of most of these people very much, but I couldn’t stand one guy for many reasons (keep reading - you’ll understand some of them).

Let’s call him David (obviously not his real name).

I’d say most of the people I spent time with were of about average intelligence, maybe even a bit above that (stick with me, this is mildly important for the story).

David, however, had an amazing brain. Picture a mind like Sheldon Cooper from the Big Bang theory, but without the scientific - or really any major - success (mostly because David smoked way too much pot, but that’s not the point here).

For context, I’m also above average in intelligence, but not on David’s level (I’ll give him that).

Our group of friends would often play board games or card games together into the late hours of the night. I began to notice a  pattern emerge whenever David was with us - he would always insist upon playing a specific card game, so we would indulge him (we played other games if someone asked,too).

I’m not sure how many people are familiar with this game, but David called it “Slap Jack”. Basically, for those who don’t know, people sit in a circle with stacks of cards in their hands and toss a card in the middle, and then the next person does the same.  Anytime two cards match (like two 3s in a row) OR if a jack comes up, the first person to slap a hand down on the pile gets to keep it. If you slap your hand down when you shouldn’t (it’s not a match to the prior card or a jack), you have to give up all but three of the cards still in your hand. You continue the game as long as you want or until one person has all the cards and they win.

Sounds simple, right?

The big thing was that David went out of his way to create rules to “make sure no one has an unfair advantage” (he would repeat this phrase many times every time we played). His rules were things like you have to put your card down a certain way, you can’t sit a certain way, etc.

OK, whatever. No one objects and everyone wants a fair game.

As we play this game a few times, I begin to notice that David is regularly winning the game - far too regularly for it to be random. No one else is picking up on it and then the game is over and David has won again.

So the next time David insists we play and once again reiterates the rules to “make sure no one has an unfair advantage”, I start watching him more intently but without making it obvious.

I want to find out how he’s winning so much, and soon the answer reveals itself. David’s hand goes out to slap down when a jack hits the board BEFORE he could possibly have seen that the card was even a jack. Still, it was a jack, so he gets to collect the entire pile beneath it. It happens again - and again. He knows what is coming before it arrives.

David loved playing this game because he was memorizing the order of the cards, giving himself an advantage over everyone else.

Normally I wouldn’t care. The guy was going the extra mile to win, so be it. I admire that kind of effort in many cases.

BUT…This was different, because DAVID was the one who designed many rules of this game “to make sure no one has an unfair advantage” Yet that’s exactly what he had, and why he was winning so much.

THE PETTY REVENGE:

Instead of calling him out, I decided to use my newfound knowledge against him.

As we continued to play, I slapped down on a match and won a big stack of cards (David didn’t get them all, just more than everyone else due to his memorization). As the game continued, I used subtle motions to shuffle the cards in my hands as much as I could.

It took a bit, but you can guess what happened next. David slapped down WAY too quickly on what he thought would be a jack coming from my hands - but it wasn’t a jack. I loudly point out his slapping down when he shouldn’t and how he has to give up all but three of his cards.

Still, David made this revenge even better.

“That was supposed to be a jack!” he shouted in anger.

“And you’re supposed to slap when you see it IS a jack!” I said loudly, to laughter from everyone.

I saw realization come over David’s face, and his fire-spitting rage turned to me.

“You’re NOT supposed to shuffle your cards!” he roared.

“Why would that matter?” I asked, smiling back at him. “Matter of fact, I think we should ALL shuffle our cards every time we collect them.”

Then I lay it on him.

“You know, in the interest of making sure no one has an unfair advantage.”

As David’s eyes shot daggers at me when he realized exactly what I’d done, everyone in the group quickly agreed with me and he couldn’t possible object because of his own mantra.

The game continued with EVERYONE shuffling their cards, ruining his advantage of memorizing the order. Surprise, surprise - David didn’t win this time.

Funny, when our group got together after that, David never again insisted upon playing his formerly favorite card game.

Constellations (M)

Summary: He was the president of one of the most notorious fraternities on campus. You had expected him to be the same as his other brothers – a sex-crazed, binge drinking maniac… But the truth ended up surprising you – in more ways than one.

Genre/Warnings: College!AU, Fratboy!Namjoon. It’s pretty much all fluff up until the smut part… Then my trash self happened and added some dirty talking and teasing, along with slightly rough sex. There’s also swearing.

Word Count: 10.7k. (is it too late now to say sorry?)

A/N: IT’S FINALLY DONE!!! I spent the whole fucking day writing this fic and it is now 2:30 A.M and I’m fucking exhausted. I love this fic so much, okay. It literally feels like I put my entire fucking soul into this (although that might just be the sleep talking lol) but I hope you guys like it!!!

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Richie Tozier ~ Detention

Request/Prompt:  “Ok so, for the prompt list u posted, can u somehow combine "i’m gonna marry her one day” (this wasn’t on the list but it’s so cute to me for some reason???) “don’t be an ass” and “you’re such a bitch” with 16/17 year old Richie? Like just overall super fluffy ?? Idk I’m just in the mood for sum fluffy richie… Love your writing by the way! ❤❤❤" from @evelxn-cruz on tumblr. 

Ship: Richie Tozier x fem!reader 

Summary: Richie gets the reader into detention, so she gets revenge by putting him into detention. 

Type:  fluff…. But not super fluffy, I’m super sorry to the person who requested!

Warning: Only warning would be swearing, I think. 

Word count: 2971 (including A/Ns) 

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know! 

This isn’t great, and it’s quite different to what I usually do, and it’s not very fluffy I don’t think sorry!!! Let me know if you want another, more fluffy, one! Seriously just tell me to get my shit together lol. 

Also, I know the teachers I’m using are from the elementary school in Derry, but let’s pretend they’re high school teachers as well lol. And idk the janitors name (I couldn’t find it on the wiki) so I called him Jimmy and I didn’t know of the shopkeepers name so I called him Mr. Davidson (no reason, just two random names I picked). 

Not my gif, gif credit goes to @imultifandomstuff


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boyfriend! park woojin

y’all

I never knew the wanna one fandom was so desperate for park woojin writings LOL

hopefully you guys like it!!

  • at first it seemed like he was terrified of you bc he always tried to be as FAR away from you as possible but no he’s just an incredibly shy bean
  • after a few meetings ofc you two would become friends but honestly the bnw boys thought he was nEVER going to confess
  • donghyun wanted woojin to say it himself so that he and youngmin could have a proud parent moment but after like three months donghyun texted you and was like hey woojin loves you pls date him
  • afterwards donghyun went to woojin and put his hands on woojin’s shoulders and said “don’t freak out or scream but I told you-know-who that you like them and your date is tomorrow at six pm.”
  • woojin: collapses
  • he was sOOO nervous he spent the morning and afternoon wondering what to wear and how to act like “what drink should I order so I don’t seem too babyish? maybe they like babyish?” and he texted like nine of his friends for help but they all turned out to be either useless or useless
  • for example: hyeongseop told him to spark a conversation he should show you his dark past
  • woojin: blocked reported and deleted
  • he tries sO hard to make sure that you’re satisfied and freaks out when you seem the slightest bit inconvenienced like he caught you rubbing your arms and threw his jacket on you s o f a s t
  • it’s only six seconds after you smile and thank him that he erupts into a million shades of red and thinks he overdid it
  • whenever you call him by a pet name he gets embarrassed bc he’s not used to many displays of affection and half of him is like pls don’t do that and the other half is Y E S
  • he’s DEFINITELY not used to calling YOU pet names even though donghyun and hyeongseop tells him to every six hours
  • donghyun: COME ON JUST CALL THEM BABE ITS NOT THAT HARD
  • hyeongseop, after getting a new number: call them sexy lady like you did on that one stage LOL
  • he rly tried to call you babe at one point but he stuttered for a whole minute straight and so you just took pity and said it’s ok :’)))
  • he felt so bad man he was like I……promise to do it one day
  • you saw his photoshoot for innisfree and after screaming into ur pillow you were like “you’ve never made a single heart for me yet look at what you’re willing to do as an idol smH” and he felt so bad that he made a finger heart on the spot
  • and immediately fainted afterwards help him
  • is EXTREMELY protective of you it’s not an act of his to look cool or manly it’s just who he is
  • if someone ever so much as glances at you with weird eyes he scowls and holds you close
  • your heart goes doki doki every time and you almost want it to happen more often LOL
  • he refuses to let you walk home at a late hour no matter how much you insist on it 
  • you: woojin my place is literally across the street from here
  • woojin: but what if someone suddenly jumps out of a car and kidnaps you on the way????????
  • you: THATS LITERALLY NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN THERE AREN’T EVEN ANY CARS OUT HERE
  • he just really wants you to be safe because he would honestly never forgive himself if something happens to you :^(
  • also the bnw boys tease him about you like every other minute donghyun always wants the latest update LOL
  • donghyun: what stage are you guys on have you kissed yet
  • youngmin: did you guys……even hold hands yet
  • daehwi: lol hyung did you really get salty when hyeongseop saw a pic of them said they were cute LOL
  • they tease woojin during practice too bc it’s just hilarious to them and the instructor caught them fooling off and was like >:(( wtf are you guys doing why would you ask him if they kissed yet and before they could apologize  the instructor put a hand on woojin’s shoulder and said “listen if you two ever get in the mood and need protecti—”
  • donghyun: THROW HIM OUT THROW HIM OUT THROW HIM OUT THROW HIM OUT THROW HIM OUT
  • you always thought that woojin was just a shy shark tooth boy but when you saw him dance on stage he was just. like. a freaking hAMMERHEAD
  • you: your existence is a lie
  • woojin: ?????
  • woojin’s kisses are strangely….slow and intense because he finds it…….hard to break away as embarrassing as that sounds
  • you always feel so HOT after and you want to shove yourself into the refrigerator 
  • woojin himself wants to launch himself into the antarctic pls help him

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P O L Y  W/  B A N G T A N 🍌 PT. TWO PT. ONE

• so you finally agreed to be in a poly relationship with bangtan
• the shits lit
• but it tires you a lot
• because they’re so damn needy if you know what i mean
• it definitely makes you stronger though
• you say “no” a whole lot more than you did before dating them
• you have your own bed but you always end up in one of their beds
• or at least two of them end up in yours
• if that’s the case
• then,, you’re in the middle
• they fight for your attention a lot
• but you always make them squash their beefs
• bc that’s some little kid shit
• you’re spoiled as fuck
• anything you want
• you get
• and i mean anything
• they buy you random things too
• very random
• one time kookie bought you sailor moon panties/lingerie
• luckily only he gets to see you in it
• you can never shower by yourself
• you try to be sneaky but it never works since they’re always checking in on you
• they don’t even ask
• they just slip right in
• going out in public is always interesting
• you have to act like you’re their friend so that people won’t send even more hate to you
• and them
• going to amusement parks/carnivals are hell
• since only two people can be together on most of the rides
• you literally have to ride the ferris wheel seven freaking times or somebody will be mad, jealous and crying about it
• they compete a lot when it comes to seeing who can win you the most prizes
• just know that your room is full of stuffed animals
• anyways when you’re home with them
• it’s usually either you who cooks or about three of them who cook
• jin taught you how to cook so many korean dishes
• so you always throwdown in the kitchen
• soul food sunday exists though
• and that’s their favorite day
• “im marrying you.” - said by every single one of them
• kookie and tae help you sometimes (cooking)
• “can you get me the salt baby?” you ask (sometimes to be petty)
• literally all of them hop up  and race to the kitchen
• except for yoongi’s tired ass
• he uses that time to get close to you
• and rub on your thigh
• and talk dirty
• it lasts for 3 seconds
• having hickeys from 7 different dudes
• having to kiss 7 different dudes so that they can go to sleep because if they don’t get their kiss they’ll throw a tantrum
• backhugging, kissing etc. never lasts if one of the others are around
• “she’s mine” one of them always says
• “she’s sadly all of ours. just shut up and wait your turn or something.” -yoongi
• he’s also the one that puts everyone in their place
• they’re protective af
• they’ll deal with anyone that fucks up your mood
• you go to namjoon for advice
• you go to kookie to sing you to sleep or do stupid shit
• you go to jimin for massages
• you go to tae when you want to shop or be loved af
• you go to hobi to laugh and cuddle
• you go to yoongi to just chill, watch him work on music or nap
• you go to jin to also laugh and for food
• they love you so much
• quickiez lit
• you’re their baby
• but speaking of babies
• ,,,,,,ha *quick story time*
• one night, you wrestled in bed with all seven of them at a time
• yeah
• but it just so happened that one of them didn’t
• you know
• pull
• out
• yep, the condoms ran out and no one went to the store
• everyone was caught up in the moment i guess
• so one of them got you pregnant
• a blasian baby is on the way
• but first ya’ll had to find out who in the hell got you pregnant in the first place
• comes to find out, it was yoongi
• lol
• “i did that!” yoongi shouted when he found out
• he along with everyone but you was excited
• “we’re gonna have a baby!” they shouted.
• they were lowkey jealous tho
• you forced a smile “yep.”
• but deep down, you were like “somebody help me.”
• during your pregnancy you were well fed and taken care of ofc
• everyone went to the appointments
• everyone cried at the ultrasound
• just know that you were asked if you were okay a thousand times everyday
• when you cried they cried
• sarcastically, except kookie
• with his “i feel your pain headass”
• jimin didn’t even ask if you needed massages or kisses etc.
• you’d just got (softly) bombarded with it
• deciding the name was also hell
• it took from the beginning to the end of the pregnancy just to agree on one
• tragic
• when the gender was found out
• the boys went crazy
• it’s a girl
• they bought the kid
• so
• many
• clothes and shoes and toys and-
• the baby shower was type lit
• your people came to sk for it
• your favorite female member in the family made you walk around
• so that the “baby could hurry up and come”
• kookie and hobi had a breakdancing competition with your cousins
• you know who won
• yoongi stayed close to you along with namjoon and made sure that you were good
• jin and tae were being social butterflies somehow with jimin following them
• when you delivered the child
• everyone was in your room
• cheering you on
• kookie held your hand through it all
• since he’s the strongest
• “i can take it” headass
• his hand was red af and in pain that whole night and morning
• they all took turns holding the baby ofc
• shedding tears with you
• you were lowkey afraid of going to sleep bc you thought that namjoon’s clumsy ass would drop the baby
• he held her the most along with jimin
• “we made a beautiful kid. thanks to me” -jin
• which trig- yoongi
• “so was it my sperm or yours that got y/n pregnant?”
• jin was silent af for an hour
• but he was alright
• his ass was laughing inside like “damn.”
• *fast forward*
• yoongi was already trying the teach the kid how to play the piano and compose music
• “damn yoongi give her time to grow teeth first.” - one of them
• “shut the fuck up.” - yoongi
• jimin spent the most time with the baby because “she’s so cute" 
• you know how he is
• hobi taught her how to crawl
• kookie and tae taught her how to walk
• namjoon taught her korean when she could speak ofc
• jin did whatever he did
• which was everything
• *end of storytime*
• so yeah
• they (yoongi) gave you a baby.
• but now, let’s continue on what ya’ll do when the baby isn’t around 
• after you bounce back (health, body, etc.)
• life is lit again
• everyone is careful af when they’re doing you now
• you usually can’t feel your legs after everything (you know this why did i even-) 
• imagine reaching your high 7 times though
• imagining 7 different hands smacking/rubbing/grabbing your ass though
• that’s some wild shit
• you never run out of hair products
• you always get new things (like every day of the week)
• walking around the house with just one of their shirts on
• ^ noticing that proud smirk that they do when they see you
• getting stared at because they adore you that much and they’d rather be having sex with you instead of doing whatever they’re doing
• but they do know how to give you breaks
• they know when you’ve had enough
• pms? ice cream and shared tears
• obviously, you don’t have to work, everything is taken care of 
• but when they’re on tour
• you’re lonely af
• nah i’m kidding
• you go with them
• but during their comebacks and promotions you are lonely as hell
• well it’s not that bad
• you have your babygirl (that has seven fucking fathers)
• your phone stays dead around those times
• video chatting, phone calls and texting never come to an end
• you love the attention though
• “are you and the baby doing okay?”
• “let me/us see her.”
• “we’ll be there soon.”
• “i/we miss you!”
• just some things that they say to you when away
• best believe that you and the baby are their lockscreens
• and #1 priorities
• when they’re away for some time and they come back
• you have the best sex ever
• tae turned you into a gucci fanatic btw
• you and namjoon read books, sight see and visit museums together btw
• yoongi taught you how to play the piano and be more blunt btw
• you started laughing at jin’s dad jokes because you actually found them funny after a while
• hobi, jimin and kookie made you more active, dancing was a hobby now
• a lot of stuff changed (somehow for the better even though you still a hoe) when you started dating them

Can I hold your hand? (Tom holland)

 You had decided last minute to go the county fair with your friends. The day was easily spent going on quick rides and playing a few to many fair games, winning one to many stuffed animals that where now shoved in the back seat of your friends car. It was reaching half past three when your friends decided to go to the roller coasters. You had never been a fan of roller coasters so you opted out and decided on going on the flying swings with one of your friends instead.

  Right as you got there, they where calling last calls before the ride started up.  Both of you ran towards the few spots open. You grabbed a seat right next to a boy just as the bar lowered in locking the two of you in place. Looking back at your friend you noticed she had grabbed a seat next to a cute blonde, to which you knew she would undoubtedly would flirt with. Quickly glancing over to check out your partner for the ride you noticed his curly brown hair right as the ride took off. You could feel the wind in your face growing stronger as you approached the high point of the ride. Mentally preparing yourself for the drop you closed your eyes only to be met with a screeching stop. Slowly opening your eyes, you realized the ride had stop on the highest point. It wasn’t anything new for the rides to spontaneously stop, you also weren’t afraid of heights so waiting it out wasn’t to much of a problem with you. You would usually just talk it you with (Y/F/N) but you guys hadn’t been seated next to each other this time.

 Quickly glancing back at your friend making sure she was okay, you watched as she made small talk with her seat partner. You let your eyes fall on your partner who looked paler than a sheet of paper. putting your hand on his shoulder,’’ Hey, you okay? you don’t look so good?” you asked him.

Slowly turning his head he looked at you, stuttering for words,’’ I uh-uh, I’m not good with heights.’’ You could hear his British accent coming out.

Raising an eyebrow at him,’’So you came on a ride… that was high up?”

‘’Uhh ya, i lost a bet with my best mate Haz, He’s the blonde back there, who-’’ the ride dropped a bit, and the boy suddenly became more pale,’’UH can I Hold your hand?’

‘’Ya sure’’ you replied grabbing his hand in your’s, noticing the ride slowly lowering. “So-’’

‘’Tom, Tom Holland.’’ he replied gripping your hand, looking towards you.

“So Tom, whats your favorite color?” trying to distract him, you realized he was kinda cute, almost in a puppy dog way, curl brown hair, soft brown eyes and some of the color returned to his face. Making small conversation till the ride landed steadily on the floor. Waving good bye you walked away trying to find your friend, whom you could only assume ran off with the blonde.

‘’Hey, (Y/N).’’ a voice said behind you. Turning around to see Tom, ‘’ Hey Tom!” 

‘’So uh my blonde friend kinda ran off with a girl-’’

‘’That was probably my friend.’’ you interrupted.

Laughing he continued,’’ Anyway i wanted to know if you wanted to spend the rest of the day together, cause uhh I kinda wanted to say thank you and kinda show you i wasn’t really a baby who couldn’t handle heights anyway its totally okay if you don’t want to or anything maybe another time or uh ill give you my number if you want it you don’t have to-’’

Cutting him off again,’’ I’d love to, Tom.’’ Grabbing his hand in yours, you both walked away.


 I really wanna do a part two to this, or make it a series, i also really wanna do this for Harrison. What do you think??