idk i felt like starting this

anonymous asked:

Today I was on twitter, and I saw one thing about how liking Draco is tasteless/bad, and that pairing him w Harry is bad bc they have no chemistry anyway. And I know it's all been talked about before, there's lots of opinions, its just silly pairing stuff, but for some reason it made me feel so.. upset. I like the pair, it makes me happy, for a bunch of reasons, some even personal. Idk. Just needed to share this with someone it felt weird in my chest.

Um….rude?!? Like, first off, any movie or show you watch where the main female and main male character hate each other at the start, you just know they are going to get together at the end. Even if there’s no chemistry. It’s such a widely accepted trope for straight couples but clearly less believable when it’s same gender couples.

But despite the fact that the enemies to lovers trope can sometimes be harmful, especially if there is an unhealthy power dynamic followed by no redemption or apology or forgiveness element in between, I still much prefer it to the common - love at first sight bullshit, or let’s loop these two characters together because they’re both unattached and of the opposite gender.

With the enemies to lovers trope, at least in my mind, there has to be development on the part of both characters before you get to the romance part. They have to learn to understand each other first before they fall in love. And in my mind this is a deeper love than falling in love with the idea of someone or someone’s looks and then the rest falling into place later.

Anyway, I agree that the pairing could be distasteful if presented in the wrong way - if Draco never got over his prejudices, if he continued to bully Harry then of course that would be unhealthy. But the way I view Draco as a character, and the way I like to write him is always remorseful, maturing enough to grow out of his family’s prejudices and making up his own mind. And in the process understanding his own feelings better. And of course falling head over heels in love with Harry James Potter (or finally realising he already did long ago).

Sorry long answer.🥃 Tl;dr I love drarry and you shouldn’t feel bad for loving drarry. Sorry that it made you feel upset. 💜💛❤️

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female awesome meme // (1/10) lead characters - buffy summers

“i’m beyond tired. i’m beyond scared. i’m standing on the mouth of hell and it is gonna swallow me whole. and it’ll choke on me.”

Does mod g have a crush? who the hell knows

Nalu Week Day 7 : The End [is a New Beginning]

Extremely late Nalu week submission. 


Don’t ask me what Lucy is wearing. Can we just agree that it’s a star dress of sorts??

so there’s this part in chapter 62 where simon and baz are lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace holding hands, and when baz asks simon if he was on the List Of Things to Not Think About, simon says ‘trying not to think about you is like trying not to think about an elephant thats standing on ur chest’ and baz just has a good few moments of fond reflection before he starts smiling and says 'i dont know if that’s a compliment or…’ and they’re giggling and idk the idea that baz is a teenaged boy still baffles me sometimes, but its scenes like that one where the casualness of it is so lovely? its easy to relate to and thats what makes reading carry on so nice

fragile ones

on ao3

title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk

i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write

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Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.

If only he’d shut up.

She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.

Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.

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Sharpie Promises

Originally posted by escaped-ocelot

Raphael x Reader

Sharpie Promises

Note: I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the 2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.

Raphael wasn’t human. He had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.

It wasn’t until he was working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine it.

Hi.

Messy black letters written in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it, afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was writing on his arm with an invisible marker.

So, it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but um, hi.

A long pause. Raph stared in amazement, too shocked to say anything.

You’re probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.

He had never run so fast in his life.

“Woah, woah, watch it!” Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the empty space on his arm.

Wait.

***

Your heart raced as a response finally appeared.

Wait.

Big, messy letters that you could tell had been written in a rush.

I’m here. Who are you? What’s happening?

You stared at the letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away, probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.

I’m (Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does, but I’ve always been too shy to try.

***

Soulmate.

Raph’s heart skipped a beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He actually had…Oh my God.

“Raph, are you crying?” Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a little misty.

“N-no. I just got dirt in my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.

“Whatcha doin’?” the youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”

“I guess so.” Raph shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.

“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was scientifically possible for you…for us to have…”

“Are you serious?” Leo came over to look.

“What do I look like? A freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.

Soulmate, huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.

***

What are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK

Something like that.

So where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?

New York, New York.

Seattle, Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?

Something like that…

***

You wrote to Raphael until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name was Raphael. He was from New York.

But at least he existed. It could be a lot worse.

It wasn’t until about noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your arm off to give you more room to write.

Good morning.

You wake up at noon?

Only when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.

Fair enough.

So how’s your day been?

Overwhelming.

Fair enough.

***

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.

“Go away!”

“Dude, we just wanna watch.” Mikey whined.

“Go! Away!”

“All right, sheesh,” Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.

So…

He wrote.

What’cha wanna talk about?

I don’t know.

What’s it like in Seattle?

Rainy. What’s it like in New York?

Noisy. He replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Same.

Nice. How tall are you?

Like 6’5”-ish.

Holy shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.

Kiss you. He was going to kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach, but he tried to play it off.

You a shorty?

Compared to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)

He smiled.

Got any hobbies? You asked.

Ninjitsu, bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…

Uh, I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.

Mr. Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.

So what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?

Oh you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.

Sounds fun.

It is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve just applied to) there?

***

After a long day of talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.

After replying, he knew it was time to go to sleep.

I’m wiped. I gotta sleep.

Oh, okay. Goodnight Raph.

Night, (nickname).

I love you.

His heart skipped a beat.

I love you too.

I can’t wait to meet you.

Already countin’ down the days, babe.

Me too.

***

Weeks later, you got an idea.

So, theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?

I don’t have a Skype.

I want to hear your voice.

I can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?

Why?

Because I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or be afraid of me.

I want to see you for the first time in person.

All right then. Here’s my number.

You waited in bated breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.

“Hey there.” You could hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of his laugh.

“Hey yourself,”

“Oh my God, I love your voice.” You gushed.

“I love yours too, shorty.”

“Aaaaah! Your accent is so hot!”

“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.

“Ooh, are you talking to (Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”

“No, you can’t. Shoo.”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“My little brother.” Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey, go away!”

“But-!”

“Go away!”

“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”

“Mikey, leave Raph alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”

“I was gushing over your very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”

“Ah. Right.” He tried not to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

***

“Did you get it yet?” Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.

But nonetheless, he had sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he supposed.

“It came in today! I haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“All right.” Raph listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through the tissue paper.

“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing! I love it! You really made this?”

“I did.” He smirked. You held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately, tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the intricate little grooves.

“I’m never taking it off, I hope you know that.”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

A nervous little laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”

“It couldn’t come soon enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months until I get to see you.”

“Well, you rest up, shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“I love ya too. Night.”

When he hung up, he stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?

***

You were full of jitters when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern world.

“I’m here! I just landed! When do you want to meet up?”

“Um, how about you get settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Your heart raced. “Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Stay safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”

“See you.” When you hung up, Raph started to pace through the lair.

“I’m going to see her tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna hate me.”

“Statistically, after ten months of-”

“No more science bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her again!”

“It’ll be fine, Raph. You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you. We’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was not going to be pretty. He knew it.

***

After you had unpacked and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled. Well, that might make things a little easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.

“Who’s that?” April asked after you hung up.

“My soulmate. He’s the reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”

“More than fine with me.” She smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Raphael.” You told her. Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.

So this was the (Y/N) he had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.

“Nice name.”

“I know, right?” Your phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

“Hey babe, come outside.” You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.

“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Just…p-promise you won’t scream.”

“Why would I-?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” You stated certainly.

“I, uh, I ain’t exactly…normal.”

“I love you, Raph.”

“You won’t when you see me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.

“Raphael,” You reached out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”

He let out a long sigh, considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.

Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green face under the tattered red bandana.

“All ‘uh this don’t bug you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that I’m a freak?”

“You’re not a freak, Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall in the best possible way. “Not to me.”

“Are ya just sayin’ that because I’m your soulmate?”

“I mean it.” You locked eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”

There wasn’t hatred or fear in your voice, only awe.

“I’m a mutant. A turtle. Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”

“I love turtles,” You whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just about…

You closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond, but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.

When you finally pulled away from him, you looked at him for a long time.

“Hey do you wanna come up for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.

“Yeah, sure April. Are the guys coming?”

“Just got off the phone with Leo. They’re on their way.”

“Wait, you two know eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and taking you with him. God, he was so tall.

“We go way back.” April smiled. “I named him.”

“What?”

“Long story. Come on, shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you met my brothers, huh?”

***

After you had met his brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.

“I love you, Raphael.” You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.

“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so right.

@turtllinis @turtimagines @turtlebaes @anetteshortie @imagineninjaturtles @imaginetmnt @totally-turtle-imagines @immortal-turtles

My boi ❤️

I Will Take Care of You

|||Anon asked: Can i request a xiumin exo wolf mate au?? Like a cute and fluffy one maybe?|||

Kim Minseok (Xiumin) x Reader

Genre: Wolf AU

Word count: 976

Originally posted by drawien

You just moved but already didn’t like this place. Your father was a novelist and so you had to move whenever he finished his book as there was no more inspiration after that. He wanted to work somewhere quiet and calm and because of that each new place was more secluded than the last one. This time it was a town of 4000 residents. It was a cloudy day as you made your way to yet another new school. Due to your constant moving you gave up on making new friends so didn’t expect much out of this day. The first thing you had to do today was find the library. The smaller the town the less people will be there and so you can be alone and spend some time with yourself without anybody bothering you. You loved reading and you could thank your father for that. You took an old looking book from one of the shelves. Surprisingly it was a book about this town. Might as well get to know where you’re going to be living for the next year or so. You weren’t even 30 minutes in when you heard footsteps.

“Hello gorgeous” a man said and before you could react took your hand pecked it.

“Wha-“

“Haven’t seen you before, you’re new?”

“Actually yes I’m” you said quickly taking your hand out of his. “And who might you be? I’m not used to people just coming up out of nowhere and trying to start a conversation.”

“Why not? I saw you through the window and you looked incredibly cute, so I couldn’t resist talking to you.” he said smiling and you could feel how your cheeks started to burn.

“What’s up with him, he’s totally weird.” you thought but in reality you found him very handsome. He had dark purple and black hair and was wearing a white shirt with leather jacket on. You followed your gaze up to his face and unexpectedly made eye contact with him so you had to quickly avert your eyes to which he smiled. Great. You don’t even know him and he’s not even doing anything but he’s already making you blush.

“Name’s is Minseok by the way.”

“I’m sorry but I have to go.”

“Already but I just got here.” he pouted but you were already standing up and turning around to leave.

“Hey!” he shouted after you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I might, why?”

“Oh nothing.” he said and you noticed how the pout was turning into a smile again. “I just thought I should look after you.”

You didn’t expect him to say that so you quickly turned around and headed out of the building. You were all red from his words and couldn’t let him see you like this. But you also couldn’t stop thinking about him on your way home.

“I’m back.” you said.

“Oh, welcome home” your father replied. “Sweety, could you do something for me? I just got this wonderful idea for a story but really need some photos for reference.”

“Now? It’s getting dark.”

“Please, I know you love doing this, help out your old man” your father said handing you the camera.

“Fine.” you said putting your more comfortable boots on. “I won’t take long.”

Your father was right, even though you didn’t live moving from one place to the other, the only thing you enjoyed about it was the nature. The forest started just across the street. You wondered what kind of story your father came up with now. As you were thinking and taking photos you didn’t even notice how now you were somewhere in the middle of the forest.

“Okay.” you thought. “Don’t panic. You can find your way back.”

With that you hear a branch snap and quickly turned in the direction of the sound. No way. There was a grey wolf there. How come? You never knew there were wolves in this area. The animal didn’t look happy. Were you in his territory? You tried remembering what to do in situations like this. Do you keep eye contact? Do you pretend that you’re dead? The wolf started approaching you growling, you took a few steps back when you hit a tree.

“That’s it.” you thought. “This is how I die.”

When suddenly out of nowhere another wolf appeared. The newcomer started growling at the other and he stopped in his tracks. They stood still just looking at each other for what seemed like ages when the grey one decided to take off. By now your legs gave up on you and you just slumped by the tree. Were you saved just now? But it was not over. Now the newcomer was drawing near you. You couldn’t have a good look at him as it was dusk and his fur was black. The only thing you could see clearly was his golden eyes. The wolf stopped right in front of you and sat down. You were now both staring at each other.

“Is this one friendly?” you thought, not sure if you could pet him. The wolf tilted his head as if inviting and you put your hand on his back. The fur was soft and warm and now you just wanted to hug him. And so you did. You had nothing to lose anyways, so you threw or arms around his neck and snuggled in it. Then the realization of what just happened and that you almost died just now hit you hard and you started crying. Before you knew it you were in someone else’s embrace. You felt strong hand wrap around your waist as a chin was put on top of your head.

“There there.” he said stroking you hair. You looked up and saw Minseok.

“I said I will look after you.”


A/N: I hope this satisfies the lovely anon who requested, I tried making this as fluffy as possible but idk 😃 Anyhow, I would love to write more kpop reactions, scenarios and stuff like that. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female, so if you have any ideas feel free to request!!

Studio

Namjoon x reader

genre: smut

summary: namjoon is working on his music in the studio and he is stressed out so you help him relax

requested by: bts-is-love-exo-is-life

word count: 2.5K


‘When are you coming home?’

I don’t know baby, I’m still at the studio. I’ll text you when I head back home.’

You sighed, putting your phone down on the couch next to you. This was starting to get really annoying.
Namjoon was constantly at the studio, and yes you knew it was his job, he had to be there, he had to work.
But you started to feel like you were not as important anymore.

Even though he showered you with kisses almost every time he saw you, stayed with you up late when he had to get up early, you weren’t being intimate as much as before.
(Idk im not good at English)

You were selfish, you wanted him all the time and you were not denying it.
Sometimes you even felt like your neediness started to annoy him so you were scared that he was going to drift away because of that.

Usually you’d keep texting him and calling him, which was probably not a good idea, but tonight you decided to try leave him alone.

After what seemed like hours, when it was actually half an hour you texted him again.

Namjoon, I need you. When are you done with work?

He didn’t reply. So you waited a bit- until you texted again.

‘I wish you were here..

You were disgusted by yourself and by your selfishness. Couldn’t you just drop it?
No, because you were a needy, annoying bitch.
You kept texting him.

Again, no reply.
Now you decided to call.

You honestly expected him not to answer but instead, he picked up immediately.

“Namjo-“you started purring.

”(Y/N)! Can you stop already? You texted me a million times asking when I’ll be home, I don’t know! I’m working! I do this for a living (Y/N) and I can’t always be there when you feel like it! I’m trying hard to balance our relationship with work! So stop being so needy goddammit!“

And then he hung up.

He hung up on you.

And he yelled at you.
Namjoon never did that. He was never this mad at you.
Your hands were shaking and you didn’t know what to do next. You had a scary feeling you were not gonna see him tonight at all.

You hated yourself for this. How could you be like that when you knew about everything that he said? You knew how hard he tried and you still wanted more. You could not stop yourself. Ever.

Not even now.

So you put on your shoes and took your car keys.


Opening the door without knocking you stepped into the studio quietly trying not to catch his attention.

You could see him sitting by the computer, papers scattered all around the table, his back turned to you.

He seemed really stressed.
He was messing with his hair, sighing, shaking his head no while listening to the beat through his headphones.
His foot was tapping on the floor and his hand was scratching on the table lightly.

You decided not to call for him.
So you just stepped forward and touched his shoulder gently.

He turned around quickly, not knowing what was happening, but when he saw who it was his face changed.

Sighing, he took his headphones off and raised an eyebrow at you.

”(Y/N), what the hell are you doing here right now?“

He turned around in his chair completely, now facing you.

You stepped back, not knowing what to say exactly.
His gaze was confusing you. Making you stutter.

“I just..”

He still held his eyebrow up, waiting for an answer.
You felt small under that look he was giving you. The feeling was not pleasant at all.

“I just wanted to say sorry-”

“And you couldn’t do that over text?“he snapped at you.

You didn’t know what to say to that. Actually you weren’t planning what to say at all. You just drove all the way to the studio to see Namjoon.
And you had no idea what to do now.

Seeing as you were at the loss of words he sighed.
”(Y/N) I’m sorry I yelled at you but I meant what I said. I really need to work. I need to finish this and you are not helping. I’m very stressed and you’re making me feel worse.“

Seeing the look on my face he continued. “I’m sorry but I had to tell you. It is what it is.”

You were hurt by his words even though you knew you shouldn’t have been. You deserved it.
But still you couldn’t take it.

Sucking it up, you nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheeks.

You were looking down at the floor and you could still feel his gaze on you.

“Is it okay…if I stay here? I-I won’t bother you I just… I miss you all the time and-”

You stopped after seeing him close his eyes and put his index finger on his temple.

You bit your lip, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah, sure.. You can sit there on the couch and do..whatever.“he said motioning with his hand towards the black couch behind you and then turned back to his work, ignoring you again.

And seeing there was nothing else you could do you obeyed and you took a seat.


Time passed slowly and the only sounds in the room were your breathing along with the faint sounds of the music coming from Namjoon’s headphones.

Watching Namjoon working hard, the way he was running his long fingers through his hair, the way he bit his lip occasionally was making you really frustrated.

Sexually.

Because you and Namjoon haven’t been doing it for weeks now. That was one of the reasons you were acting this way.

Having nothing to do you started tapping your foot on the floor loudly, but Namjoon couldn’t hear it.
You started to groan out of boredom but he didn’t notice that either.

You rolled on the couch, sang, even got up and walked around the studio a few times. But he didn’t notice any of that.

Returning to the couch behind him, feeling defeated (because you were obviously trying to get some attention from him) you flopped down.

But then you got an idea.
There was a high chance it was going to annoy him, but it was worth a try.

Smirking like a little devil you are you took out your phone, posed and took a selfie.
Checking if it was seductive enough, you sent it to him waiting for his reaction.

A second later, his phone buzzed and you squealed quietly, waiting for his reaction. You’ve always wondered how boys react when you send them a pic.

He reached for his phone and sighing he unlocked it.

You could see yourself on his screen for a second, and then he put the phone down.

He didn’t even look at it more than a second! What the hell?

Determined to get his attention, you took a few more, all featuring the same pose, the same face expression, with a little change of hair or maybe lip biting.

He just ignored them all.

Time for a bolder move.
Taking your phone again you laid down on the couch, letting your hair scatter around your head and your cleavage expose a bit, you took a pic featuring only your lips and tongue licking the top lip seductively with a bit of cleavage.

You hit send.

The phone buzzed again, he sighed a bit more frustratingly and he unlocked the phone.

This time, he looked at the pic longer.
That meant you were slowly getting what you wanted.

You seem really stressed. I could help you out maybe?’

As soon as he saw the text he put his phone down again, shaking his head.

You noticed how he was tapping his foot even more now and you could even see his head slightly turning towards the phone as if he was checking for any new messages.

He was getting the point of the game.

You took a minute and didn’t send him anything for a while. And then when he least expected, his phone buzzed.

He was now staring at the screen, you laying on the couch, your lacy red bra exposed and tongue out again.
You were teasing and you were going slowly.

You heard him huff, he didn’t put his phone down this time at all.
Now he was openly waiting for more.

The next pic of you was without a bra, shirt up.
You threw the bra away, so it fell next to his feet and he noticed.

Looking down at it you could see him tensing up a bit, he let go of his pen and his hand slid down his pants.

You sent another bra-less pic but at a better angle. You were really enjoying this game.

You knew that the only thought in his mind now was ‘she is laying shirtless on the couch behind me’.

For one final strike, you slid your pants and panties down just a bit and you pit your hand in, as if you were rubbing yourself.

You took a pic showing your whole body laying down and as soon as his phone buzzed meaning that he got the text, you moaned.

And you knew he could hear it because you saw him turning off the music seconds ago.

After staring for quite a bit, you noticed his hand moving up and down in his pants, so you sent this.

Daddy, I want to help you, please let me.’

You felt excitement, you’ve never done something like this before. You were literally a few feet away from him, almost naked, taking pics, teasing him.

His phone buzzed, he got the text. And as soon as he read it he pulled his hand out of his pants, pulled his headphones down and turned around in his chair facing you finally.

You were laying there on the couch half naked, looking him right in the eyes as he was taking in the sight in front of him.

You pulled your hand out of your pants and you grabbed your breast teasing him further.

“Take everything off.“he suddenly demanded, his voice an octave deeper than usual.

You almost squealed from excitement as you started taking your clothes off quickly.

“No. Do it slow.“he said lowly, biting his lip.

You obeyed, looking him in the eye, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, letting his erection spring free.

“Daddy…"you moaned, wanting to help him out.

He then instructed, "Touch yourself. But slow.”

You did as you were told, all the time, looking at him.
You could tell already that wasn’t going to let you cum. He does that when he is mad at you.

His eyes were a darker shade, he was biting his lips, letting out low grunts.
The sight was making you wanna go faster with your hands but you had to obey him.

You let out a small, shaky moan, earning one from him. You closed your eyes, immersed in your own pleasure.
And it would’ve been boring if it weren’t for the sounds of slapping skin and the low grunts he was letting out.
Because you were already used to touching yourself when he wasn’t around. You knew that he knew that and he was now torturing you.

“Namjoon…"you moaned his name as you slowly built up to your high.

"Are you close baby?"he asked.

"Y-Yes…”

“Stop."he said suddenly. You knew this was going to happen. "Stop touching yourself.”

You did as you were told, feeling a bit annoyed, but you knew with him, it had to be like this so you didn’t complain.

He got up from his chair and stood there looking over your whole body licking his lips at the sight.
“Come here. You know what to do baby.”

Practically hopping up from the couch, you crawled over to him and kneeled down.

You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.

“Wrap those lips around me now."he ordered and you did.

First licking up and down his shaft, and then kissing the tip, tasting the precum you slowly took his massive length in your mouth completely. You felt like gagging but you didn’t, you went even further, your lips touching his lower stomach.

He groaned. "That’s it baby, hollow your cheeks.”

You moaned on his length, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“That’s it. Do that again."he kept saying through moans.

The sounds he was making were making you more horny than before and you could help but let your hand wander down between your legs.

It didn’t take him long to notice that.
Smirking deviously he stopped you.

"Ah, no baby. Did I let you to do that? Hand on my thighs, now.” he ordered, growling lowly.

As you put your hands on his thighs, he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe.
He grabbed on your hair, smirking again.

“Open wide and stand still baby.”

Gulping you looked up at him, knowing what was going to happen next.

“C'mon, open that beautiful mouth of yours.” He said, still smirking down at you.

As soon as you did, he pushed himself in forcefully making you gag.

“That’s it.” he grunted, gripping on you hair tightly. “You wanted to be a dirty whore. So now you are.”

He started pounding into your mouth, not letting you breathe.
You were gagging, and he was loving it.

He kept pounding, groaning loudly until he saw tears pooling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks.

But he knew you were enjoying this nonetheless.

Stopping what he was doing, letting you catch some air he ordered you what to do next.

“Take it in your hand baby. I want to cum all over your face.”

You got excited again, feeling a stinging feeling in your lower stomach, you needed him inside you.

You started to jerk him off, and in just a few moments you felt him twitch in your hand.

“Faster baby. I’m really close."he moaned loudly, biting his lip.

And just a moment later he shot his load all over your face letting out a groan of relief.

"Ahhh, baby you did good.”

You smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

He started to put his pants back on.
You were confused.

“What about me daddy?"you asked, biting your lip and then licking the cum off your fingers.

His face got serious all over again.
"Put your clothes on and go home. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get home. Or your punishment will be even worse.”

You got up on your feel, kind of defeated, you wanted him to pleasure you as well.

“Hey.” he said suddenly.

You looked up and he pulled your naked body to him kissing you hard.
He groped on your naked ass, pressing himself into you.

But before your hands could even find their way into his hair he pulled away.

“Go.” he growled, licking his lips. “I wont be long I promise.”

And you smiled. You were getting old Namjoon back.


A/N : hey i know you didn’t ask for the daddy kink and all, just wanted to spice it up a little bit, hope you liked it ;)

Lance was never one to get attention from his family. The good child, they always said. Didn’t cause trouble at school. Didn’t start fights, for the most part. He got decent enough grades. He worked his ass off for exams. He tried. It was one of the only reasons he got into the garrison. But it wasn’t like that amounted to much.

He was a cargo pilot. Second best. A replacement. Something that could be left behind if he needed to. Days weren’t so good anymore. He was miles, a lot of miles, away from his family, one of the only comforts he had. At least, as much of a comfort it could be.

When he was promoted to fighter class, he thought, maybe this is my chance. They saw how amazing I was. They noticed.

They didn’t. And it hurt. “The only reason you’re here is because the person before you had a discipline issue and flunked out!” He knew this. He truly did. He wasn’t special. He was a ‘what-not-to-do’ human example made for the public. He was a joke.

He tried his best to act like one. Took the attention off of Hunk and Pidge so they wouldn’t get hurt, wouldn’t get in trouble.

And then he stupidly got them sent to space. On a sentient lion. Away from Earth.

He would be okay if it was only him. But he brought people cared for: His Hero, His Crew, His Attempted Imitation. He got his family involved. He left them. No word. No letter. No nothing. He was gone.

Lance loved the people around him. But sometimes he wondered: Did they care for him too? He understood that he craved a lot of attention. He understood that he couldn’t always get what he needed. But, a little conversation sometimes would be nice. Someone to seek him out, even if it’s just for a little help.

In this castle ship, everyone has paired off. Keith and Shiro. Hunk and Pidge. Coran and Allura. He finds himself slip out of their attention, out of their view. And it hurts. Because it feels like they’re ignoring him. But he knows they wouldn’t do that. Would they?

One day, it hurts too much. As they’re all sitting at the table, Lance can feel his anxiety bubble up. Everyone is talking about a new battle plan that had too many holes in it, but Lance didn’t want to be the one to talk about it. He couldn’t be the one to point out all of the flaws that were all too obvious to him.

He choked up. His anxiety felt like it was at his throat. His eyes starting burning.

“-Ance. Lance!”

Lance bolted up, staring with wide eyes. He swallowed nervously, ignoring eye-contact. “Lance, are you alright?” Shiro inquired, concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, perfectly fine. I just feel tired.”

“Are you sure? You don’t look so-”

“Shiro, I appreciate the concern, but no, I’m perfectly fine and absolute nothing is wrong.”

anonymous asked:

How do you become comfortable with your sexuality? I honestly feel like if I come out, people will abandon, ridicule, and view me negatively. I feel so stuck ya know? Cuz I have to repress a lot of my emotions and refrain myself from expressing my feminine side alongside my masculine side. Idk man, like what should I do? "I wish I knew how it would feel to be free " ~ Nina Simone

I can’t give advice on this stuff really bc I feel I’m so new and inexperienced but you deserve to feel what it’s like to be free and live ya know? for me, at the time where I was just starting to explore that was a time of “what the fuck is going on” I was writers blocked for months lied so much to friends and my mom, it was just so new for me. I felt embarrassed on who and what I was. I didn’t know how to talk about it or bring it up in a conversation, also just felt it was unnecessary to talk about what you like to friends who don’t have the same interest? it’s just awk lol but now I’ve gotten a lot more sure of myself, telling more friends, and realizing no one gives a fuck and nothing changes. still haven’t told my mom tho, gonna tell her soon..I’ve been spending a lot of time at my bf house and she’s getting suspicious lol but don’t feel you have to come out to be free, do whatever you want

anonymous asked:

Random 2am thought- Mila is such an introverted person & for her to walk up to Lauren the first day they met and just compliment her shirt is so out of character. & yesterday Mila said she believed in love at first sight during that radio interview and I feel like that's what happened with Lauren The shirt was surely just an excuse to come up to talk to her because she felt a connection. Idk I guess what I'm trying to say is that Mila knew from the start that smthn was diff with laur

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