So the patronus isn’t straight up taught in Hogwarts, as a wise professor once said, it’s a ‘highly advanced spell, well beyond O.W.L level’
But you know, this is the marauders, the rebellious little nerds that we all know and love.
So James got hold of a book from the library one day about how to do the patronus and it seemed very cool. Not the whole fighting dementors part, but the distant and simple communication? priceless for a marauder.
And so they all stayed up one night trying to learn how to do it.
Sirius was actually the first to successfully do the spell. He had spent the last hour lavishly flinging his wand in the air shouting ‘Expecto Patronum!’ to no avail. Them Remus told him he should try to think of a happier memory.
He thought of the first time he had called Euphemia Potter ‘mum’. It had been an accident and had really just slipped out. He had been so embarrassed. But none of the Potter’s seemed to have noticed. A few moments later James had turned over to Sirius and said.’Could you pass your brother the salt then?’
And Sirius had never felt more part of a family in his life.
He was so engrossed in the memory he didn’t even notice the frantic black dog shoot out to his wand and knock Peter onto his backside.
Peter was next, he was thinking of the moment when some of the Slytherins had been bullying him earlier one day in first year and he had been crying down by the lake all afternoon, only to have Remus come up and sit behind him, rubbing his back and comforting him. Then Sirius and James had pushed the Slytherins into the Black lake right in front of him. How they had laughed. Real friends.
The small rat that scurried out of Peter’s wand that night was the first and last one Peter could ever produce. This was 6th year and soon the war became to much for the young boy.
Standing next to a struggling James, Remus was viciously whispering and flicking his wrists over and over again. ‘Expecto Patronum. Expecto Patronum. Expecto f’fucks sake. This is hopeless.’
‘You can do it Moony.’ Sirius smiled.
Remus thought about the first time he had kissed the stupid black haired Gryffindor in front of him. Sirius had been stealing something out of one of the cupboards along the school corridors when Remus had caught him on prefect rounds.
Looking back on it Remus couldn’t help but laugh at how unsubtle Sirius had been about the whole thing. ‘Oh, we seem to have bumped into each other Moons’ ‘What a coincidence.’ Remus of course had just assumed Sirius was trying to tease him into giving him detention, something Remus would never do, and had ended up getting pretty annoyed and flustered about being this close to Sirius in a small space and omg he could feel the heat of his skin and ah this was too much and he couldn’t stop talking.
Until Sirius closed that little gap between them to shut him up.
And Remus had never been happier. And he had never looked back.
And then a large animal came running out of the end of his wand, and Remus thought to himself.
‘It’s a dog! Sirius and I have the same Patronus!’
Only Remus’ was much bigger than Sirius’ dog… and it’s tail was bushier.. and did it just howl?
No. This wasn’t fair. Not this. That wasn’t how this was supposed t be. It was meant to be a happy memory. This wasn’t fair, after all this time, the one thing he thought he could share with his boyfriend.. and this was what he gets… another reminder about how imperfect and unworthy and unwanted…
And then there was Sirius standing next to him, sliding his arm around his back and kissing him gently on the cheek.
‘I love it.’ He whispered.
‘ ‘s not fair.’ Remus mumbled.
‘Remus look.’ Sirius replied. ‘it’s not that. It’s a wolf. A normal wolf. A loyal and pack having, friendly wolf.’
And Sirius was grinning.
But Remus just shrugged.
James was having the most trouble of them all.
Something was wrong, he just couldn’t seem to do it. He kept thinking of happy memories, first time he rode a broom, first time Sirius came to stay, first time he transformed into a stag.
And still nothing.
Tiny wisps of silver.
And then nothing.
‘It’s fine James, we already know what it’s going to be.’
‘I know,’ James replied through gritted teeth. ‘I just want to see it.’
And he was so fustrated.
And making a crap load of noise about it too.
So much noise in fact, that he started to wake the other residents of the Gryffindor tower up from their slumber.
And so a very grumpy and tired Lily Evans came storming down the staircase.
‘What in Merlin’s name are you twats doing now!’
‘Ah Evans.’ Sirius grinned. ‘care to join us?’
‘It’s three in the fucking morning Black! I’m supposed to be sleeping, except someone has been screaming for the past half hour about how hard this is and he trying but it’s not working, and I can’t tell if James is finally losing his virginity or doing his homework for once, but what I do know is that it’s stopping me from being able to enjoy the few hours of the day that I don’t have to be around you lot.’
A rather deeply embarrassed James pushed past a bent-over-with-laughter Sirius.
‘Actually Lily,’ he said, trying to act suave and like he hand’t just heard the last bit. ‘We are trying to do the patronus charm.’
This had peaked Lily’s interest, and although she knew better, she asked. ‘Really? The patronus charm? Wow. A proper one?’
‘Yepp.’ peter chimed in. ‘And we’ve all been able to do it, except for James.’
Lily cocked her eyebrow.
‘Oh.’ She smiled. ‘Let me try then.’
James, not wanting to be shown up any more by the fiery red head who was hopelessly in love with, quickly butted in. ‘No no. I mean, you can try.. but its really hard and took everyone ages to master and you’ll be up all night trying and-’
‘Potter.’ She replied sternly.
It only took her three attempts.
And there it was.
A beautiful silver shimmering doe burst through the tip of her wand and gracefully ran across the common room, galloping past it occupants before turning and vanishing as Lily dropped her arm. She grinned.
‘See? Not so hard then.’
James just stared. Open mouthed. Like the rest of the marauders. Dumb-founded in total and complete shock, until Lily just gave up on them and went back off to bed.
James didn’t have any trouble producing a Patronus after that.
◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genre: fluff and soft angst ◇ word count: 20.409 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: thisstory involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :)
Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.
It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.
Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.
(Edit: my mom is only in here as brandy bc I imported a lot of my contacts from her phone and I haven’t ever bothered to change it. She and I get along perfectly, please don’t assume otherwise. I read tags and I see people doing it and it sucks to see)
(edit number 2: lay off on harassing me about my messages holy shit half of those were happy birthday texts from the day before and the other half were coupons. also depression makes it really hard for me to motivate myself to reply sometimes too. idk why i thought i could post this and nobody would find anything to pick at on this fucking website)
keith whenever he hears a weird sound: mothman pidge: i knew he’d show
keith always gets her peanut preferences mixed up and thinks she likes peanuts but hates peanut butter flavored foods and pidge doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong
pidge, with tears in her eyes and a mouthful of peanuts: i love them…they’re my favorite legumes
even though keith isn’t that short he is still technically the second tiniest and pidge holds this fact near and dear to her
pidge, sleepily walking into the kitchen: give me a boost [keith pops her up too hard and sends her flying through the ceiling] keith: shit
they hang out in pidge’s room and when they do they put signs on the door that say “don’t enter” and “cryptids only”
when they hang out they turn out the lights and tell each other creepy stories
keith will get hungry randomly while they’re on missions and pidge just pulls out like three granola bars lance whispering to hunk: how did she get those
neither of them sleep enough so they see each other walking half dead through the ship at like 4:28 AM and they’re just like [waves weakly] hey
they’re both level 6000 roast masters so they insult each other all the time and shiro will be like “hey, hey enough of that” and they’re like “what? no we love each other”
they both are sarcastic so often that sometimes they talk to each other and they just “was that a joke” “fuck i’m not sure” “me neither”
keith: mumbles everyone: what pidge: god use your ears guys. he said he thinks the galra are going after the most densely populated planets first
[the crew goes to the beach] pidge to keith: pass me the sunscreen, scully
keith and pidge when any of the other paladins do anything annoying: men
keith: what is “truffle butter”? pidge: absolutely not
keith has a crush on zak bagans and pidge makes jokes every chance she gets
pidge: hurry up keith zak is waiting for you keith: SHUT- lance: who is “zak”… is he taller than me?
they’re both just. garbage goblins. there’s wrappers everywhere.
pidge drinks too much coffee and is all jittery and keith is the one who finally takes the mug out of her hands and is just like “that’s enough”
keith always gets minor cuts and scrapes when he trains alone and pidge and him have a routine where pidge kinda just bandages and disinfects the cuts and while she does that they gossip with each other
[pidge rubbing her hands together like a fly]
pidge: that’s morally wrong you know keith: yeah pidge: let’s do it
shiro: you two cannot just go around asking random alien bystanders if they’ve seen the chupacabra. that is so unprofessional.
pidge: were you listening to evanescence again keith, with tears in his eyes: no… pidge: give me the other earbud
pidge can rap the entire nicki minaj verse in monster and keith is just there in the back hyping her up
pidge capitalizes off the fact that lance doesn’t know who zak bagans is and is constantly making comments that imply that keith is romantically involved with him and lance keeps getting so mad and jealous and hunk is just laughing in the corner
keith finds pidge asleep in like, empty cupboards all the time and just. sighs and pulls her out and puts her in her bed
keith’s repeats the ghost adventures intro all the time bc echolalia and pidge is just like..there he is…my sweet son
Overview: Four years have passed since the war and you and Draco are now soon to be married. But as his insecurities catch up to him, he begins to wonder why someone like you would ever want to be with a former Death Eater like him. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Word Count: About 1,400.
Warning(s): Some fluffy fluff.
Note: Draco x Reader Beauty and the Beast retelling loosely based off of “Something There” (see below).
Draco watched as you twirled around the kitchen of the Malfoy Manor, a sterling silver spoon in hand. In a cozy robe and pajamas, he thought you were quite a sight. His favorite sight in the world, nevertheless.
“One more week,” you sang. “That’s seven more days until we’re married.” After placing your dishes in the sink, you sat down at the dining table next to Draco. “Can you imagine?”
“Seeing as we already live together,” said he, gesturing to the vast interior of the manor, “I quite easily can.”
You nudged him with your elbow. “It’s still not the same. Soon, we’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.” You paused. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
Although he replied with a nod, Draco couldn’t help but frown at the sound of his last name. What was once a word he flaunted about and held to the highest esteem had turned into a scarlet letter after the Second Wizarding War.
He furrowed his eyebrows, dragging his spoon along the rim of his bowl. Soon, you would bear the name Malfoy. Malfoy. A name tarnished and sent to Azkaban and back as nothing more than a patch on his parents’ clothing.
And the more he thought about it, the more Draco realized that wasn’t a burden he wanted to share with you. __________
A day passed and Draco still had an unsettling feeling in his stomach. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wear long-sleeved shirts, but now he could hardly bare glancing at his Dark Mark.
Is this what being a Malfoy meant?
“Draco,” you said, climbing into the bed as you stared at his back, “what’s the matter?”
He tucked his hand under a pillow. “Nothing, love. Just tired, is all.”
“I don’t believe you.” He felt the mattress shift ever so slightly as you drew nearer to him. “Before all else, Draco, I am your friend. Before being your fiancée, your girlfriend, your anything– I’m still just your best friend.” You peered over at him, his eyes focused on the wall. “So why on earth would you expect me to believe that lie?”
Sighing, Draco turned on his other side to face you, propping himself up on his arm. He noticed the way you scrunched your nose in concern, a wrinkle appearing between your eyebrows.
“Please, tell me what’s wrong, babe,” you pleaded. Your face softened as you examined his tired eyes, bringing your hand to brush against the cold skin of his face. “Is it the wedding? Are we going into this too soon?”
“No, of course not. It’s not–” He took a deep breath, unsure of what he wanted to say. Draco captured your hand in his, pulling it near his chest. He stroked the calloused pad of his thumb against your knuckles absentmindedly. “If I had to describe you in one word, it would be perfection.”
You quirked an eyebrow, unsure of how to react. “I’m no where near perfect, but– Don’t try to change the subject.”
He let out an indignant chuckle. “I wasn’t finished. I only meant…Just look at yourself and then look at me.”
“I see a witch and a wizard.”
“Funny,” said Draco with a straight face. “But really look. Because when I look at you, I see a compassionate, intelligent woman who fights for what’s right.” His eyes darted to his clothed forearm, the black mark almost visible through his white night shirt. “When I look at myself, I see is a monster. A beast. A coward, at best.”
You stayed silent, Draco’s hand still in yours. “I think your perception is tainted,” you said, withdrawing your hand from his to gently push back at his sleeve. He caught sight of a sliver of his Dark Mark, causing him to wince. Draco saw you reaching for a black marker next to your journal on the nightstand.
You uncapped it, taking hold of his hand.
“What are you–”
You silenced him with a brief kiss on the lips. You sat up and moved his arm onto your lap. “When I see you, Draco, I see someone who shouldn’t be defined by their mistakes.”
WHAT THR FUCK HONESTLU!!!!! today’s the day i’m litro moving out and i watched this on my phone m in between bouts of vacuuming and sneezing from an allergy attack and i am crying????!! IN MY EMPTY CLOSET??!!!!!!! i can’t believe so many things including
1. how good and soft they looked i felt a bit awestruck
2. the fact that we saw dan in phils new “”“"bedroom”“”“
3. phil dragging dan a little for the rebrand and calling him daniel
4. the way they talked about what last year and this year meant for dan omg all that stuff about triumph and success and hard work paying off and this yr being the end of a phase or an era and the start of a new one and a time to explore new opportunities and let his real personality shine thru a bit more and also how phil kept hitting dan in excitement while he read those bits before dan himself even rly said anything bc phil knows what dans years have meant to him just as much as dan does and to see them just like make wide eyes at each other as they mutually recognize how spot on these assessments were wowowoowowowow im ded???
5. them sort of openly mocking the notion of “masculine energy”
6. obviiiiiii THAT WHOLE BANANA BIT like WHAT THE FUCK,?? HALF THIS CIDEO WAS JST PHIL FUCKING W DAN AND THEY JST KEPT SO MUCH OF IT IN and Holy Shit man that was some of the cutest shit i’ve ever seen i mean phil was full face giggling so hard and dan reacted so hilariously and he was tryna seem OUTRAGED AS HE SLAPPED PHIL W A BANANA BUT HIS FACE WAS ALL SCRUNCHED N SMILEY TOO AND HE THINKS PHIL IS SO FUCKING FUNNY ITS PAINFUL and then the way he just sort of manhandled him and pulled him back to stick the banana down his shirt as recompense i mean srsly what kind of gross absurdly flirtatious bullshit i smiled so much my face hurt
7. oh and OF COURSE how could i even FORGET phil referencing ppl interested in seeing him and dan have sex and just giggling about it nothing awk or uncomfortable jst straight up acknowledging that ppl want that but never making it seem like the concept of doing dan is outlandish and all of this on his main fucking channel i am IN UTTER SHOCK AND DISBELIEF. WOW.
they’re just. in such a good place right now. it’s remarkable on every level and i’m fucking overwhelmed and enthralled and sosososo painfully happy for them fuckkkfjfjfjrj
Based off an anon ask that the lovely @stylesunchained received the other night. Who doesn’t love the idea of a some naughty fun against a mirror with Gucci suit Harry?
Thank you to @aboutalighthouse for the help and immense support while writing this!
The first thing you see when you walk into the crowded room is Harry. Harry in the Gucci suit looks like a goddamn vision; his smile breaking every heart and making knees weak. It’s like he has this bright spotlight on him and you can see everyone around you is casually trying not to stare in his direction. He’s oblivious to their stares as he works the room, his focus fully on the conversation he has with each guest.
He catches your eye when he’s posing for a picture with a beautiful woman on each arm, their bodies against him in hopes of keeping his attention when the photographer is gone. So, when his gaze lingers on you for a little longer than you can handle, you see the smile become a sort of smirk that you know can only mean trouble for someone, and you sincerely hope it’s going to be you.
The earth’s actually flat and Harry must have fallen off of it. He was quite clumsy—you had scars from the countless occasions he couldn’t navigate around his own feet and brought you down with him—so him managing to fall off the edge of the earth wasn’t a stretch of the imagination.
At least he better be floating through deep space, otherwise there was no reason your texts and calls should have gone unanswered the last three days. No other reason you would accept, anyway.
When you’d woken up, brain foggy and mouth dry, you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten home, let alone anything that had actually happened. It wasn’t until you reached for your phone—after growing accustomed the dull ache in your skull—and saw the Bukowski poem that you remembered what happened. And you’d laid in bed for a while, trying to figure out how to move forward. Should you text Harry? Call him? Read into the fact that his last poem was much less explicit than the previous and maybe it meant he was trying to tell you something?
A/N: I’m 100% blaming @minhosmeanhoe and @sarcasticallystilinski for this. Together, although unknowingly, the polluted my mind with dirty Dylan thoughts that forced me to write this in like an hour and a half. It’s sickeningly short, but it’s to the point. Also, I want to thank both of these lovely ladies for always being there to fill my mind with fantastic ideas. This did come about because of the new pics of Dylan that have recently surfaced. You can see them here. The song that goes along with this fic is “Dance Like We’re Making Love” by Ciara. Posting twice in one day is a rarity for me but I had to. i’ve also used this gif wayyyy too many times.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Summary: Jimin wrecks you for teasing him and touching his things. (Male!dom, vibrator, explicit language, dirty talk)
It was only about 9pm, but you had already become restless. Jimin said he would be home within the next hour, but you didn’t feel like waiting. An hour wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t teased you with those pictures and dirty text messages. “I’m so hard for you. I can’t wait til’ I get home so I can fuck you all night. Let me see you..”
His words were simple and his messages short, but that didn’t lessen the effect they had on you. After a good half minute of you not replying, he sent a picture of himself, shirtless, sweaty, and hard, standing in the practice room mirror, an incentive for you to do the same. You could tell that it was a different room than the one he normally practiced in, the room that you always snuck off to during or after practices to make out or fondle each other in the short 10 minute breaks that he had. Promises were always made in that room, dirty promises of what would happen once you got home, and the thought of Jimin in his current state standing in the room filled with your dirty secrets, turned you on more than it probably should have.
You stripped yourself of all of your clothing except for your lingerie. It was the set that Jimin liked on you the most and you wanted to tease him a bit. You sat in front of your full length mirror with bent legs. That’s when you noticed the obvious wet patch in the center of your panties, clearly a darker shade of pink than the lightly tinted undergarments you were wearing. You decided to show it off to let him know just how horny you were. With both legs bent, you opened your legs, leaving one up and ran your free hand through your slightly messy hair, biting your lip seductively and looking in the mirror with innocent doe eyes. You knew the contrast would drive Jimin crazy, he loved when you acted innocent but he loved your slutty side even more and the combination was an instant turn on for him.
After taking multiple pictures from different angles, you chose the best one and wrote a caption. It said “look at what you do to me” and when you were finished adding filters and emojis, you sent the snapchat. You didn’t want your dirty pictures to stay on Jimin’s phone and accidentally be discovered if the boys were being nosy and looked over his shoulder, so you played it safe and only set the time for 3 seconds. Immediately a notification popped up on the screen that ~Jiminnie💕~ took a screenshot. You waited for his reply.
He sent you a selfie with the caption “I haven’t even done anything… Yet 😏”. You weren’t quite happy with stopping there so you decided to strip out of the lingerie and take a picture with your legs spread. Your face was cropped out so that he could only see you biting your lip, but he had a clear view of the rest of your exposed body, especially your glistening heat. No caption was needed and he replied almost immediately, but not without taking another screenshot. “Mmmm.. Make sure you save me some dessert” followed by another snap of him sticking his tongue out saying “I’m hungry 👅💦”. Just as you were about to reply to him, he snapped you again. “I almost got caught 😳” and his face mimicked the emoji as he looked away with a blush on his face. You giggled. “Make sure you hide that boner 🍆”. Soon after, he texted you that he had to go back to practicing and that he would be home in another 45 minutes. You didn’t want to rush him, but you needed him so bad. Even though it was probably the biggest thing on his mind at the moment, you still decided to remind him how horny you were and told him to practice well and hurry home.
So here you are, in your shared home, naked, horny, and lonely for a whole 45 minutes. What else were you going to do? At first you tried to preoccupy your mind by going on social media and listening to music, but that didn’t help. Mainly because the first song that came on was House of Cards and your tumblr feed was full of Jimin smuts and gifs of him being sexy or cute. Your core was throbbing and swollen, begging for attention, but you desperately wanted to wait for Jimin. 30 minutes, you thought running your hand through your hair.
Finally giving up, you opened tumblr again and clicked on one of the smuts. Although you were dating the actual Jimin, it was always interesting to see what fans thought he was like, especially in bed. Personally, you liked to read the kinkier smuts because they turned you on, but truthfully, you liked all of the stories. As you read, your hand skimmed down your body and you imagined Jimin touching you like he was in the story. When your fingers made contact with your wet heat, you whimpered, already so sensitive. Your hand moved as you followed along with the words, fingering yourself and moving based on what was written. You got lost in the feeling quickly and you didn’t even realize when you stopped reading, your hand taking over.
The sound of Jimin coming through the front door was drowned out by your own ragged breaths as you picked up speed, beginning to tremble at the stimulation. Upon hearing your moans and gasps, Jimin quickly put down his things, took off his shoes and hurried to the bedroom to find the door half open. He smirked at the sight of you, forehead glistening, fingers working feverishly at your clit, occasionally dipping into your entrance and coming out again, slick with your arousol. He was mesmerized by your beauty as he stood silently in the doorway, bulge ever prominent in his tight pants. When he snapped out of it, he walked towards the bed.
Still lost in your fantasy, you didn’t notice him until he was fairly close to you and his words cut through the thick air. “Let me help you with that.”
Your eyes shot open, but your hand never stopped, hitting your bundle of nerves in the right way, making you moan and throw you head back again. Jimin took advantage of this angle and attacked your neck with kisses, moving your hair out of the way as he sucked marks into your flesh. The pleasure ricocheted through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.
“Who told you you could play with my things?” He mumbled against your skin.
“I’m s-sorry… I.. couldn’t wait.” You managed to get out, slowing your hand as his lips found yours. He grabbed your hand, moving it and replacing it with his own. His fingers moved slowly as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth. You moaned on his lips when he added more pressure to your clit, his fingers running sensual circles around the bud.
Pulling away from you, he took off his shirt, coming back down to kiss your lips briefly before pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift movement. His already hard cock sprung free and stood tall against his stomach, the sight sending heat to your core. You licked your lips at the sight.
He leaned over you, arms caging your body, lips connecting and moving as one. Before you could process it, you were flipped on top of him, lips never leaving each other. You pulled away and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, darkened by lust.
“Sit on my face.” He softly commanded. You complied, but still questioned him. But then you understood where he was going and carefully turned around and backed up so that you were hovering over his mouth facing his feet. You and Jimin didn’t 69 often, but you always loved it when you did.
You gripped his member with a firm hold and pumped him a few times. A drop of precum leaked from the tip and you ran your tongue over his slit, tasting him. He let out a breath of relief and the hot air hit your wet core, causing you to shudder. You felt his arms wrap around your thighs and lock you in place, bringing you closer to his mouth. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to function properly when he started working on you, you took his length into your mouth and he gasped at the feeling. Bobbing your head a few times, you wiggled your ass over him, your clit begging for attention and you were sure you were dripping onto him.
Jimin wasted no time flattening his tongue against you, dragging it through your folds slowly, collecting your arousol on his tongue and flicking at your sensitive nub. Your thoughts were momentarily clouded by the pleasure until you felt Jimin throbbing in your mouth, waiting patiently for you to return the favor. You rolled your tongue around the head before dipping down to take more of him in your mouth. Trying not to focus on how fucking good his tongue felt on you, you gripped him at the base and began bobbing your head up and down on his length. A guttural moan escaped his lips as Jimin pulled you farther down to suck on your clit roughly. Your movements stuttered a bit before you forced yourself to continue to move. He then started shaking his head side to side against you and you had to pull away from him to whimper his name.
“J-Jimin ohhh, right there!” You sat up and let your hands work on him as your body was taken by the pleasure. Jimin’s tongue was always amazing but today was something else. You felt your body tightening up as your climax approached, legs trembling beneath you. Now you were unconsciously grinding on his face and spitting profanities into the air. Jimin hummed from under you and the vibrations went straight up your core. One of your hands let go of him to pinch at your nipples, adding to the sensations and bringing you closer to your end. You weren’t entirely sure if you were still pumping him but you could feel your hand squeezing him as you tried to regain some motor functions. Jimin’s tongue travelled up and down your slit, dipping in to tongue fuck you and then going back to licking and sucking.
You could feel it building up, but your orgasm still took you by surprise. You let go of Jimin entirely in favor of gripping his muscular thighs for support as your body shook on top of him. The unexpected snap in your core made you scream for Jimin as your back arched and white flashed behind your eyelids. You were unaware that you hadn’t been breathing until you took a deep breath and opened your eyes. Jimin didn’t stop his ministrations, however, wanting to drag out your high for as long as possible so when you began raising off of his face from the overstimulation, he gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you back down to his mouth making you squirm and cry out.
Your nails dug into his legs and you practically started hyperventilating on top of him, so he let go of you with one more kiss to your clit and let you roll off of him.
“Mmmmm, baby you taste good.” Jimin licked his lips to clean you off of them and you let out a dry laugh of disbelief that he just did that to you.
“What the fuck was that?” You asked him breathlessly, still shuddering from the sensitivity. He giggled and rolled to his side to put an arm over you.
“Punishment for being so impatient.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek. “But now you have to make it up to me.” This statement reminded you about his unattended boner that you abandoned in favor of your own orgasm and you suddenly felt bad.
“What were you thinking?” You asked slowly, although completely ready to please him however he wanted.
“I was thinking you play by my rules tonight since you like to break them so much.” He moved a piece of hair away from your face and smiled widely. “You seem to think its cute to send those dirty pictures to me when I’m at practice. Well I don’t appreciate it.”
“You asked for it. You said you wanted to see me so I showed you all of me.” You were staring at the ceiling, scared that if you looked into his eyes you would see the intensity and sheer darkness that possessed his gaze and you would be trapped, lured into him by lust. His hand moved up your torso to cup one of your breasts and a sigh escaped your lips. “You sent me pictures first anyway. How do you think your dirty messages made me feel?” You bit your lip, glancing over at him and getting immediately intimated by the passion in his eyes.
“Even so, I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” He gave your nipple a pinch to emphasize his words and you mewled, letting your body give in to him, sinking deeper into the mattress.
His voice came out low and dominant, telling you that this was a command and not a suggestion. He removed his arm and hand from your waist and you blinked at him before hesitantly standing at the side of the bed. You moved back so that he could see more of you and you tried to hide the shakiness and unsteadiness of your legs from both your previous orgasm and the excited anxiety building up in anticipation for his next words.
“Turn around.” He commanded as he soaked in your body, silently admiring your beauty. When you turned, your asscheeks jiggled a bit and you knew he would enjoy watching them bounce. “Touch your toes baby girl.” The words fell out of his mouth so smoothly you didn’t even comprehend his request at first. The use of your pet name told you just what kind of mood Jimin was in. You slowly bent over, slightly self conscious even though you have exposed yourself to him many, many times before. He sucked in through his teeth making a sharp noise. “So fucking pretty.”
The feeling of your juices dripping from you made you blush. You were always such a mess around Jimin and he knew it. He knew that only he could get you this worked up. You peeked through your legs and observed Jimin causally pumping himself, eyes glued on you and yours on him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and you knew he was restraining himself, forcing his hand not to go too fast so he wouldn’t cum all over himself right then and there. The bed behind you shifts after the moment of silence and soon your boyfriend is hovering over your bare bottom. You feel the heat radiating from him and unconsciously lean back towards him before he catches your ass in his palms, rubbing light circles in the skin.
“You’re so fucking wet right now baby girl, you should see yourself. You’re literally dripping.” He leaned over you so that he was closer to your ear and whispered, “Tell me, who made you this wet?”
“You did.” You reply in a meek voice.
“Speak up.” His voice was still smooth and seamless but it had a dangerous edge to it that made you shudder.
“You did Jimin.” You practically moaned his name.
His hand came down on your right ass cheek and the sting made you squeak, but his hand rubbed the sore spot tenderly and only made you want him more. He stood straight again and moved closer, his cock coming in contact with your folds. You whimpered as he moved ever so slightly behind you.
“But you see, I’m not convinced you want me anymore. You seemed to be doing just fine with your hand…” You knew what he wanted, so you decided to play his little game.
“I was thinking about you Jimin.” You tried to make your voice sound as innocent as possible and by the way his dick twitched along you, it affected him.
“Apparently not because you obviously forgot my one rule.” He stopped moving. He waited for a reply and you had to find your voice to recite it.
“Not to touch myself.” You huffed.
“That’s right. But since you touched yourself you must not want me to touch you.” He moved further away so that only his hands rested on your ass.
Your body was craving him and he was giving you nothing. He was so close that you could feel his heat, but he refused to give you friction. Your legs were beginning to shake from the position but you paid no attention to it, only hoping that he would be nice and give you what you both wanted. But he didn’t.
Jimin backed away from you altogether, undoubtedly with a sly grin playing on his lips. He clearly hadn’t had his fun yet and it was obvious that you wouldn’t be getting a break from the teasing anytime soon. You heard shuffling behind you but you didn’t dare to look at what Jimin was doing. You bit your lip in anticipation.
“Come here.” A command that pushed you into action immediately. You walked over to where he had positioned himself leaning against the headboard of the bed, hand near his painfully hard erection but never touching. “Sit on my lap, baby girl. I wanna talk to you.”
Your body reacted before your brain, quickly crawling onto the bed and moving to sit between his legs, the slight friction enough to make him sigh. You leaned back into him as his arms came around your waist to secure you in his hold. Lips moved onto your neck leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to that sweet spot behind your ear. The kisses weren’t gentle though. This was not soft, loving boyfriend Jimin, this was dominant, possessive, devilishly playful Jimin. Every action he took was purposeful and calculated, from the dark marks strategically placed on your neck to the contrast of his feather light touches teasing your lower lips and inner thighs.
After Jimin was satisfied with the blossoming flowers forming on your skin, he sucked lightly on your earlobe and spoke softly to you.
“Baby girl,” He started. “what do you want me to do to you?” His sudden question caught you off guard, but you were fully prepared to answer. He placed his fingers against your clit adding pressure, but he didn’t move.
“I want you to fuck me Jimin.” Plain and simple. Your hips moved slightly against his hand, hoping to get some sort of friction. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.
“Me too, but now I have to punish you. You need to learn that there are consequences for breaking the rules.” You moved a little more against his hand, inadvertently grinding against his erection that was pressing against your ass and lower back. His other arm tightened around your waist, effectively restricting your movements, and you whimpered. His fingers slithered down to your wet entrance, pressing against you teasingly. “Do you want my fingers?”
“Yes.” Your voice was shaky and breathless already and Jimin just smirked, loving his effect on you. Two of his thick digits slid into you easily and you let out a loud moan.
He commanded sharply as his fingers began moving inside of you. He started off with an agonizingly slow pace, reaching deeper into you with each push. You were breathing heavily and your heart felt like it would thump out of your chest, but you forced yourself not to move against him. Jimin’s free hand spread your legs farther apart and then moved up to grab at your breasts.
“Do you want me to go faster?” The teasing tone in his voice was killing you.
“Please..” You breathed and he complied, picking up the pace a little bit and going deeper. Jimin hit your g-spot almost immediately after and your head lolled back onto his shoulder as another moan escaped your lips. You whined his name as he abused the spot. His free hand left your breast and turned your head towards him. You opened your eyes enough to catch his gaze before his lips attached to yours and you groan against him.
His fingers were now moving rapidly inside of you and you began to forget everything. Your mind was consumed by the pleasure he was giving you and you became a moaning mess in his grip. A shock of pleasure ran up you as his fingers found your clit and moved expertly in time with his pumps, drawing more noises from your lips in between your pants. Unconsciously, your back started arching and your legs began to tremble. His command was soon forgotten as your hips moved on their own and rocked with him. It took a few moments for Jimin to notice, but when he felt you moving against him he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and returned them to your waist, leaving you to sigh from the emptiness you felt.
“What were your instructions?” He growled and you whined when you remembered. “I told you not to move but you didn’t listen so I guess you want to do this the hard way.” He shook his head and sighed. His hand reached for something that was sitting next to him, something you hadn’t noticed before, and at the sight of the object you whimpered and begged.
“No, Jimin please!! I promise to be good, just please don’t use that.” He held a vibrator in your view and you wondered what he would do with it. Normally if he brought it out you were in for a long night of overstimulation and orgasm denial. It was your weakness and he knew it.
Jimin twisted the vibrator in his hand and inspected your body. You knew how much he loved playing with you, but you could tell that his patience was also running low. He was testing himself to see how long he would hold up and you knew he didn’t have much longer.
“Turn around, I want you to face me.” His words floated past your ear and you moved off of him to turn and straddle his hips. He gripped your ass and pulled you closer to his body so that you were against his throbbing cock and he bit his lip as he looked at you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you, hands tangling in his hair, hips grinding down onto his. His fingers pressed into your ass as he stilled you and pulled away, looking into your eyes with a deadly look. “Watch yourself.” He threatened.
“I can feel how bad you want to fuck me.” You whispered into his ear. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.” You nibbled on his neck, earning you a low groan from him. Leaning closer, your chest pressed into his so he could feel your nipples against his skin, hardening from his warmth. It was like he had a small break in sanity, allowing you to do whatever you pleased, exercising what little power you had in this moment to the fullest. This only lasted for a moment however, as Jimin snapped out of it and smacked your ass with some force.
“You’re pushing it.” He growled. “But you’re right, I do want to fuck you. But don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. You’re still being punished and I’m still in charge.”
You nodded excitedly in compliance and waited for Jimin to make the next move. He turned you back around and slid down the bed a little so that the both of you were laying down, propped up by pillows.
With his hands on your hips, he lifted you up slightly and told you to guide him to your entrance. The stretch of your walls felt even better due to your pending orgasm and you whimpered at the feeling of him easing inside you. When he bottomed out you both sighed in relief and stayed there for a moment, not daring to move. He picked up the vibrator again and leaned closer to your ear.
“Are you going to listen this time?” He asked and you nodded. “Good girl. Here are your instructions, stay quiet. You can breath, just don’t make any noises. I want to see how long you can handle it before you’re screaming my name.”
“Can I bounce on your dick?” You asked innocently.
“No, try not to move, although I doubt you’ll be able to keep still.” He said, a devilish smirk crossing his lips. The last thing he said was “Follow instructions.” And with that, he turned on the vibrator and pressed it to your clit.
The sudden stimulation caused you to jump a little and you almost moaned out loud, replacing the noise with a gasp. After a few seconds Jimin started moving inside of you slowly, releasing a groan of relief. The feeling of him filling you almost overrode the vibrations and you bite your lips hard to stop yourself from moaning his name. But his voice in your ear stole some of your focus.
“You like this don’t you baby girl? Me fucking you while using this vibrator turns you on doesn’t it? You’re getting wetter by the second.” His dirty talk wasn’t your favorite but it turned you on more then you’d like to admit. His pace picked up as he beckoned you for an answer. You nodded hard and tried to control your breathing as best as you could.
With the press of a button, the vibrations intensified and Jimin pressed it harder onto your clit making you want to scream. A squeaking noise came from the back of your throat but Jimin let it slide as you wiggled on top of him trying to reduce the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Heavy pants were now coming from both of you as you tightened around him, causing his pace to increase even more. He began moving the vibrator around your clit, adding friction and you sighed loudly, determined to follow his directions and keep quiet, but you were struggling. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the bed sheets and your thighs were visibly shaking, all of your energy focused on not making a sound.
Jimin began to lose himself as he was also being dragged toward the edge and his moans got louder in your ear. He bent his legs to push farther into you and your toes curled as your hips took on a life of their own and started moving in sync with his. Your pants were louder and you didn’t know if you could hold in your noises much longer, but you bit your tongue and squeezed your eyes shut as a last ditch effort. Thankfully Jimin had just about lost his patience and given up, pumping himself deeper into you as he spoke, voice needy and breathless.
“I need to hear you, baby girl. Say my name.” He moaned in your ear. A loud moan broke through the room that was almost a scream. His name rolled off your lips when he hooked his arm around one of your thighs and brought it up to your chest, reaching deeper inside of you and hitting that spot that made you forget how to breath.
He pulled the vibrator away from you and threw it somewhere else on the bed bringing the now free hand around your waist. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and you knew what was coming next. He kissed the side of your neck briefly before moving his other arm to your waist and securing you to his body. Mid-inhale he snapped his hips up into you making the breath catch in your throat. You didn’t have much time for recovery because his pace picked up instantly and you were caught in his strangling hold around your middle. Short pants in between Jimin’s hard, rapid thrusts were all you could manage as you were bombarded with pleasure, teetering on the edge of release. You had no idea how many times you had said his name, but that was one of the only words that your brain could process so you used it like a prayer.
“Fuck, Jimin~,” Your voice was shaking from the intensity of his hips slamming against your ass cheeks as he rammed into you. “I’m close.” The last part came out as a gasp as he hit that spot again and you felt your abdomen tightening up. But his pace slowed down slightly, just enough for him to be able to speak coherent words to you, his hot breath fanning against your neck.
“Not that easy baby girl, you gotta work for it. Ride me.” He helped sit you up on top of him and you automatically got to work, hips rotating on his before bouncing in his lap. Jimin let out a groan as he played with your ass that was out on display for him. Your legs felt weak and you started taking shallower bounces, unable to lift yourself up as high. Jimin’s hands found your hips again and he helped lift you up, bringing you up and down on his shaft as he panted and grunted beneath you. His hips met yours as the pace steadily increased, each thrust sucking him deeper into you cavern. Slapping noises filled the room mixing with your gasps and loud moans. Jimin was now moaning under you, voice getting higher as he started losing his rhythm.
Sitting up against your back, Jimin wrapped his arms around you. The intensity of his thrusts drove you closer to the edge and you felt how close you were, chasing after your high desperately while begging Jimin to help you get there.
“Please Jimin, I’m so close!!” You whimpered as you reached a hand back to thread your fingers through his hair. He nibbled on the skin of your shoulder and neck, creating dark love marks that you knew would be there for days but you didn’t care. He breathed heavily on your skin, making you even hotter than you already were, his sweat mixing with yours where you were connected. He moved one hand off of your hip and reached around to pinch at your clit. You almost screamed at the sudden stimulation and Jimin groaned into your shoulder when you tightened around him. Your movements slowed temporarily and then picked up with renewed fervor as you felt your orgasm so close you could taste it.
The hand in Jimin’s hair tightened its grip and you pulled him closer as he kissed up and down your sensitive skin. You felt hot, burning like fire, so hot that you thought your back would meld together with Jimin’s front. You both fell into a rhythm of panting and grinding, moving as one entity, connected in more ways than one. The only thing you could focus on was Jimin. He clouded your thoughts, the feeling of his plump lips sucking on your skin, the stretch of your walls around his throbbing cock, the expertise of his fingers as he flicked at your clit, the sound of his low groans and pants in your ear as you tighten around him, everything.
Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you let out a deep groan as it pulsated through you. You came with a call of Jimin’s name, the word so beautiful as it rolled off your tongue.
“AHHH JIMIN,” You shouted. “S-shit, I love you so much!!” Your words affected Jimin as your hips rolled erratically against his, your walls convulsing while you trembled on top of him. He rode out your high by chasing after his own. His hand moved back to your hips as he pulled you down on his shaft repeatedly, thrusting up to meet you with harsh slapping noises. Your wetness made him slip easily in and out of you, the sound of him entering your drenched hole pushing him closer to his peak. You moaned his name some more, partly because he felt sooo good inside of your sensitive walls, and partly because you knew it turned him on.
You could feel his muscles clench behind you, his defined abs coming out as he pressed against you. With a few more languid strokes he came inside you, his warmth filling you as he cursed and moaned your name, throwing his head back in pleasure. A sigh left your lips as he pumped slowly in and out of you, milking himself dry. When his hips stilled, you closed your eyes feeling exhaustion crawl through your body, overtaking your muscles. Jimin dropped his head into the crook of your neck while he caught his breath and you allowed your body to go limp in his hold.
“I love you too, (Y/n).” Jimin whispered as he kissed a hickey he’d made on your neck. There was a short pause of silence, your breaths finally slowing down to a normal rate. You shifted slightly.
“Yup, I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.” You groaned and Jimin laughed.
He leaned back until his back hit the mattress and you found the energy to roll off of him, his soft length falling out of you. Jimin got up and retrieved a warm wet rag to clean you up with. After he took care of you he cleaned himself before throwing the rag into the laundry hamper and plopping down next to you again. He pulled you closer and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away after a little while and rested his forehead against yours. You nuzzled noses with him and gave him another peck before cuddling into his chest and tracing a circle around one of his nipples with your finger.
“So how was practice?” Your voice sounded a little hoarse. Jimin sighed as he wrapped an arm around you. You kissed the mole at the base of his neck before he replied.
“It was a little bit more difficult today since I was trying to hide a boner for half of the time. I couldn’t really focus because all I could think about was being inside you.” You bit your lip.
“Well was it worth it?”
“Hell yeah.” You both chuckled. “I forgive you.” He said and you looked at him confused. “For touching yourself. Just next time, wait for me, kay?” There it was. He was back to being cutie Jimin with his adorable eye smile that you couldn’t resist and you couldn’t say no to that face. You nodded and kissed him again with heavy eyelids.
“Goodnight Jimin.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes and tucked your head into the space under his chin. He kissed your forehead and whispered a goodnight to you before turning off the light. You both fell asleep quickly and you dreamt of the morning you would have with Jimin when you woke up.
A/N: Idk I wanted to try something different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys enjoyed :)
*Jimin loves dying his hair. Cotton candy pink, tangerine orange, platinum blonde, silver, you name it. He’s probably done it. He does so in hopes that he’ll see someone with the exact same shade as him to identify his soulmate.
*Jungkook is simple, he doesn’t plan on changing his black hair but his soulmate has different ideas.
*He wakes up one day with a shock of baby pink hair and chokes on a scream. Brown was fine, blonde was fine, hell even orange or red was fine. But now he looks like a poofy cone of cotton candy and that totally clashes with the ocean blue t-shirt he was planning on wearing.
*Jungkook grumbles while he tugs his black sweater sweater over his head, the only thing that looked okay in his eyes. His friends were never going to let him live down his image as the puffball he so vehemently denied being.
*Jimin walks to his first class with a bounce in his step, feeling fresh with his new hair color. He spots a tuft of pastel pink hair in the distance and frowns because he thought he was the only one on campus to try that hair color first.
*But then the boy catches sight of him and starts charging in his direction, finger pointed straight at him. Jimin points at his own chest, “Me?”
* “YOU! OF ALL COLORS!” And then it clicks, the fuming boy in front of him (he kind of looks like a puffed up bunny…) is his soulmate, which is why he had the same hair color. So his strategy did work after all.
*Jimin envelops him in a hug immediately, catching Jungkook off-guard and effectively shutting him up.
* “Nice to meet you soulmate! My name is Jimin! What’s your name?” The cheeriness drains the irritation out of Jungkook and replaces it with sudden shyness and a tiny squeak of “J-Jungkook.”
*Later, Jimin manages to convince Jungkook to let him keep the pink hair for a few weeks until he dyes it back to a soft hazel brown. He agrees on the condition that Jimin lets him borrow his sweaters since his clothes happen to match the crazy colors better than Jungkook’s collection of plain t-shirts.
2. Complete the Heart
*Jungkook has half of a black and white chrysanthemum flower imprinted on his wrist, incomplete until he meets his soulmate. At least that’s what the expert who looked at his wrist said.
*He meets Jimin through Taehyung and feels himself crushing hard immediately. His face falls in disappointment when he sees that the half of a flower on Jimin’s wrist is a black and white dahlia, the flower he sees all the time on Hoseok hyung’s wrist.
*But Jimin grabs his wrist once he sees it, eyes lighting up in excitement. “I finally met you! I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years!”
*Jungkook looks at him in confusion, because his soulmate is Hoseok hyung, not him no matter how much he wants it to be.
*Then Jimin puts their wrists side-by-side and Jungkook’s eyes widen as they complete each other perfectly. “I thought…isn’t your flower a dahlia?”
*Jimin smiles at him, “No, a lot of people mistake it for dahlia flowers, but it’s actually a chrysanthemum. They look really similar don’t they?”
*Jungkook’s mouth quirks up in a smile because he got what he wanted for once in his life.
3. Mental Link
*Voices start sounding in Jungkook’s head once he turns 18 which means his soulmate had turned 18 before him, his hyung.
*At first he was annoyed, but he learned to tune it out when necessary.
*Jimin was pleasantly surprised when he heard a soft, breathy voice in his head beside his. He decided he loved his soulmate’s voice the moment he heard it.
*They’d met rather quickly, deciding on a cafe they both knew. Jungkook was very thankful he’d gotten lucky enough to meet his wonderful soulmate so early.
*Their mental connection is rather handy. Jungkook has troubles in math so Jimin tells him what to do in his head during a test. That doesn’t count as cheating…right?
*When Jimin is bored in philosophy class (listening to Namjoon go on and on about the wonders of philosophy), he talks to Jungkook in his head. But that just means he randomly bursts out into laughter which makes everybody look at him weirdly.
*Jimin gets worried when the voice in his head isn’t there. Turns out Jungkook is just spacing out and literally has no thoughts running through his head which explains the silence. He smacks the younger on the head when they see each other again.
*Another time Jimin wants to hit his soulmate is when Jungkook reads hardcore smut and forgets that yes, Jimin can hear him reading out loud in his head. What’s worse is that Jimin needs to keep a straight face while he gives this presentation on the male anatomy.
4. Red Strings
*Jimin has always been fascinated by the thing red string tied to his pinky, seeming to never end until he found his soulmate.
*On the other hand, Jungkook gets annoyed. He has to tug at it in irritation when it gets caught on the car door or gets tangled up and knotted. But he doesn’t dare cut it loose, scared of breaking the bond.
*Jimin’s side of the string is smooth and intact while Jungkook’s side is frayed and little worn-down but still good.
*Jimin decides to follow his string on a whim. Jungkook feels a tugging on his pinky and yanks at it, brushing it off.
*The tugging gets more frequent until he yanks one more time and a small ‘oof’ is heard. He looks up and sees Jimin sprawled on the ground, Jungkook’s sudden yank on the string he was following pulling him down.
* “Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry!” Jungkook helps him up immediately, not fully registering that he found his soulmate.
*They spend the time getting to know each other (well Jungkook can’t even look Jimin in the eye yet), swapping phone numbers and promising to text.
*Jungkook plays with his string at night, tugging on it and wondering if Jimin can feel it on the other side.
*Jimin often fiddles with the string when he’s nervous like he can feel Jungkook’s presence on the other side and relaxes.
I want more people to see this. Please repost. People need to see what Lay, Zhang Yixing, has done.
I was just watching EXO Monster music video, the Chinese version. A lot of people were saying Lay wasn’t getting enough lines in M versions and how it’s a Chinese song where the Chinese get two lines. Then you get comments like:
“Well everyone needs to remember that everyone has their designated roles in the group. Lay has improved greatly in terms of singing, and he is indeed better than he used to be, but he came to SM as a dancer. Just because he’s Chinese does not mean he has the right to all the lines.“
“Maybe Lay’s voice didn’t suit some lines within the song in comparison to the other members.“
“The problem is that he can’t sing as well as baek and kyungie.”
“…because LAY has too much personal activities…”
I don’t even want to continue.
People keep saying ‘Why do Chinese members keep leaving’ and how Chinese people always ‘leave for money’. Look, Lay is here staying in the group and not going for the money and supporting his brothers, he is keeping to his words ‘we are one’. Yes, it’s true that Lay has his own personal studio in China and is doing variety shows and dramas in China but he still has to give SM a big part of his income. Don’t know whether it’s 100% accurate but according to a website in China, half of Yixing’s personal studio staff was employed by SM and Yixing has to give 70% of his income to SM. Well, 30% of is income is actually a lot considering how well he’s doing in China but bare in mind Yixing is the one doing all the work and he has to give SM 70% of it.
Lay has make his way into the Chinese market and had gotten so popular recently starring in variety shows like Go Fighting and honestly, he can do so much better and so much more if he left the group and focus on his career in China but is he leaving? No. He’s not leaving. The reason why Chinese members keep leaving is because of this. This is a song in Mandarin and a Chinese members get two lines. TWO FUCKING LINES. Kris and Tao used to get one lines or two lines in songs and maybe not even have a proper line in K versions. If you search Kris voice on YouTube, someone made a compilation of his solo lines from MAMA to Overdose (M and K version included) you would find that he only had 8.33 minutes overall. And for Tao, he only got 4 minutes. There is a reason why members want to seek for more opportunities and want be able to do more. There are members like Sehun where all his lines were E-X-O (well he did have more lines in Love Me Right and recent songs).
How do you expect them to still stay when people like Kris who trained for 7 years, not knowing whether he’s going to debut and when he does, he get two lines in a song(except raps) and would always be placed at the back while performing live. He was originally supposed to debut after training for 3 years but the date got pushed back and SM told him, ‘Just wait another year.’ Another year became two years, three years, four years. He had became the foreign trainee who has trained for the longest time in SM. How do you expect him to still stay? I don’t even want to go into how Kris’s body conditions were and how he has serious problems with his body. See how well Kris doing in China and even starred in Hollywood films, would he be doing that if he stayed?
Back to Lay. I hate it when people say stuff like “Lay only focus on his career in China and doesn’t even do EXO stuff anymore.” Excuse me, how dare you say that. Yes, Yixing did spend a lot of time in China filming and doing variety shows but he’s trying so hard to keep up with both EXO and himself. Let me tell you Lay’s schedule and after this you wouldn’t dare say he doesn’t try.
This is his schedule for the past two months.
5th-Beijing to Gimpo
9th-Incheon to Shanghai
13th-Back to Korea
18th-Incheon to Beijing
19th-<To Be A Better Man> Conference
20th-Beijing to Seoul
23th-Incheon to Xiamen
25th-Xiamen to Shanghai
28th-Hongqiao to Seoul
5th-Seoul to Shanghai
6th-<Old Nine Gates> Conference
6th-Premiere of <To Be A Better Man>
7th-Back to Korea
8th-EXO comeback showcase
This was his schedule for the past two months. How dare you say that Yixing is not doing enough EXO stuff. Not a normal person can bear with the stress and tiredness flying almost every two days. Why do you think he keeps flying back to Korea? He could have stayed in China since he has so many conference to go to. It’s because EXO comeback has a lot of planning and practicing to do. If he has ‘given in to money’ like some people like to say, why do you think Yixing has given up his time for resting and flying back and forth China and Korea. If he has really ‘given in to money’ why shouldn’t he just leave? Why does he keeps mentioning EXO in China? At the end of interviews he would always tell people to not only support him but also EXO. He doesn’t need to do any of that. He really don’t. He could’ve just left and continue what he’s doing in China. But he keeps his promises. He promised to stay with the members, he promised to not leave, he promised to prove that Chinese people are trustworthy.
You can’t judge Yixing if you haven’t tied sandbags to your body to practice dancing for almost two years just because you think your dancing wasn’t going anywhere, it was to a point where he can’t even stand up because of the damages he has done to his waist. You can’t judge Yixing if you haven’t seen the amount of time he puts into making a ‘better Zhang Yixing’. You can’t judge Yixing if you haven’t had a cramping leg but still managed to finished a short interview and the whole Love Me Right choreography and immediately collapsed to the ground after the performance. These are all happening when people call him names like “attention seeking bitch”. He is still standing. He doesn’t deserve all this. He doesn’t even to work half as hard but chose to because he wants to prove to all those people who judged him, who attacks him, who call him names. If you haven’t gone through what Yixing has gone through, what gives you the right to judge him?
“Hope that I will be able to let the others see, everything of Zhang Yixing is good, only then I feel it’s really amazing. Let the others see he result, the process ins’t really that important.”-ZhangYixing
If you’re judging him or has judged him, think about whether you’ll be able to go through all this and still put on a smile for everyone.
Zhang Yixing is so hardworking and is such an amazing human being. SM need to change, and SM need to appreciate the effort Yixing is putting into EXO.
We’ve already lost three members, we couldn’t afford to lose more.
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Warnings: Mentions of racism. Flashbacks. Angst.
the little occurrence at the motel twenty four hours ago, you’ve been held in
the Stark tower and interrogated by Alexander Pierce himself. He was convinced
that you were working with Bucky and conspiring with him on multiple terrorist
attacks, which was highly untrue. You had a perfectly clean record; you hadn’t
even missed a single day of school until now, so the thought of you having
anything to do with The Winter Soldier and Hydra was complete bullshit
according to Nick Fury.
was there the entire time as well, countering every little accusation that
Pierce threw at you with hard facts. Every attack that had happened in the last
few months happened while you were seeing by numerous people on the other side
of the city. Hell, even your professor confirmed your whereabouts on those
dates, but that didn’t stop Pierce from threatening you.
think we’re forgetting that she was kidnapped,” Fury spoke as he crossed his
arms. “And held hostage for an entire day and a half. There were multiple
witnesses that saw him not only chasing her, but abducting her as well.”
is why I believe she knows something,” Pierce countered, peering over at you
with a frustrated scowl. “Why on earth would Hydra’s top assassin go absolutely
haywire and kidnap this random woman? Why her? What made him act that way?”
rolled your eyes and took another sip of your coffee. You were beyond exhausted
and wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and sleep forever. You
hoped and prayed that Bucky would magically appear in your apartment, but you
knew the chances were slim to none.
I leave now?” you asked, your eyes staring at the metal table below you.
Pierce spoke briefly, before standing from the chair. Without another word, he
left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
kid,” Fury sighed as he sat in the empty chair across from you. He rubbed his
temples with his fingertips. “Did the guy mention anything to you? Where he was
going or anything like that?”
shook your head, feeling the familiar burn of tears threating to form in your
eyes. “No,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat. He didn’t mention
anything. You both were pretty preoccupied before Steve popped up, but you
completely left those intimate parts out. You didn’t exactly fancy talking
about your sexual escapades with random people.
he nodded, giving you a tight smile as he stood from the chair. “We’re gonna
have you fill out some paperwork and you’ll be on your way. I’ll send Rogers in
here; he’s dying to talk to you.”
nodded, giving him a small smile. However, on the inside, you were screaming.
You had so many bones to pick with Steve at the moment; you wanted all of your
questions answered immediately.
few minutes after Fury excused himself, the door squeaked open and you heard
the familiar sound of a shield being set down against the floor. The sound of a
chair scraping against the floor filled the room, followed by a deep sigh.
you know?” you asked, avoiding his eyes.
a long, pregnant pause he answered.
long?” you demanded.
entire time,” he admitted, his eyes filled with sadness. You scoffed.
knew me,” you confirmed. “The old me. Jane.”
eyes lit up as soon as he heard the name fell from your lips. He nodded once
again, sniffling softly. You looked over at him, expecting him to be in tears
of sadness, but instead, you found him smiling. You looked down at the manila
folder in his hands curiously, your eyes flickering back to him.
that?” you asked warily.
placed the folder down on the table and gently slid it towards you.
your life, Y/N.” He replied. You inhaled deeply as you opened the folder.
there was a giant older photo of you, smiling brightly. It looked as though it
was taken in one of those old school photo booths from the Coney Island
carnivals. Your hair was curled in the typical 1940’s fashion, your lips dark
with the red lipstick you always wore. Your dress was a deep red with little
white polka dots. Beside you was Bucky. He grinned that same dorky grin from your
memory as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned his head against
yours. He looked so happy and full of life.
happened to me?” you asked, feeling the tears run down your cheeks.
1943, you were diagnosed with lung cancer from second hand smoke. You died six
months later.” Steve replied, blinking away his own tears that threatened to
next photo was one of the three of you. Steve was in the middle, with you and
Bucky on either sides of him, holding up what looked to be a birthday cake. You
let out a small laugh at the sight of tiny, pre-serum Steve with a party hat
perched on his head. The three of you looked as though you were laughing
hysterically, enjoying each other’s company.
flipped over to the third photo, which was a black and white picture. It was
taken at the beach this time. Only, instead of Bucky or Steve, your arm was
wrapped around a very beautiful and much younger brunette and vice versa. She
was holding a lollipop in her hand, her head resting on your shoulder as she
grinned. You squinted as you took in her features. She was familiar, but not
enough to ring any bells.
is this?” you asked, picking the photo up.
Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s younger sister.” Steve answered, smiling sheepishly.
“That was taken on the day you both met for the first time. Bucky took the
felt your head ache once again, and this time, you didn’t fight it.
“Okay, dolls,” Bucky laughed as he
peered into the camera and aimed it at the two of you. “Make sure you actually
look this time, this film is expensive as hell.”
Usually, people didn’t lean in too
close to you. They usually awkwardly stood beside as if they were forced by
some invisible threat. No one liked taking pictures with colored people, and
that instantly sent a wave of anxiety through you. But to your surprise,
Rebecca scooted as close to you as possible and flung her arm over your
shoulders. She rested her head on your shoulder and grinned.
You swore you felt your heart nearly
fly out of your chest. Nevertheless, you found yourself smiling like an idiot
at the camera.
“Okay you two,” he exclaimed. “On
You both stood as still as possible as
he pressed the button, causing the giant flash to temporarily blind you both.
You giggled as you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid your sight of the little
dark spots that swarmed your vision.
But just as you set your hands down,
you felt Rebecca lean in close to your ear and cup her hands around her mouth,
her eyes flickering over to Bucky as he fiddled with the camera.
so glad I met you, Jane!” she whispered with a smile. “I’ve always wanted a
Steve repeated, this time his voice was a bit louder. You blinked, shaking your
remember!” you breathed, peering back up at a highly concerned Steve as he
stared back at you in confusion. “She told me a secret that day.”
know,” Steve chuckled as he took the photo from your hand and stared down at
it. “You wouldn’t stop talking about it for days. It took you an entire week
for you to finally shut up.”
both let out a laugh, a genuine laugh that held no type of ill feelings or
found out a whole lot about yourself the past two years.
name was Jane Collins; you lived with your younger sister, June. You grew up in
New York City with your family. You wanted to become an actress like your idol,
Judy Garland. You absolutely loved polka dot dresses and worked at an ice cream
shop named Lucy’s, where you met Bucky in 1939.
of all the things you couldn’t stand, you absolutely hated cigarettes. The mere
smell of them made you automatically nauseous, which was so ironic, seeing as
you ended up addicted to them in this life.
as you began regaining memories, you began to wonder if Y/N Y/L/N was even a
real person anymore. Should you go by your new name in this life, or should you
be Jane? You were so confused.
life now is a fresh start,” Natasha told you one day as you both met for
lunch. The sun shined down on her fiery red hair, giving you a perfect muse to
draw later. “Sometimes it’s best to leave the past in the past.”
words struck you like a cord. She was right. As much as you wanted to be Jane
for Steve, you weren’t that woman anymore. Sure, it would cause comfort for
him, but you were you. You had to live in the moment and be who yourself.
since you found out your true nature, Steve began bringing you around the tower
more often. You quickly formed a friendship with everyone, especially Wanda,
who was intrigued by your story the most. You began to think of the Avengers as
a little second family.
spent your days attending school, trying to focus on your career and your
studies. But no matter what, your thoughts always went back to the same man,
Bucky Barnes. Where was he? Was he safe? You prayed he was.
had tried to set you up with a few men here and there, but you found yourself
denying them each time. It wasn’t out of spite or anything, you just…weren’t
interested. Truth be told, you weren’t interested in anyone else than a certain
brown haired super soldier. You knew it was childish, but you didn’t care
anymore. You wanted to see him again, and if that meant waiting around like a
crazy cat lady, so be it. Steve tried to tell you how unrealistic that was, but
you only responded by raising your fuzzy sock covered foot and giving him a
gentle kick to the face, sending him flying off your couch.
made your way up the final stair case in exhaustion. Your hands were occupied
by your large, freshly dried canvas that you would be turning in for your final
tomorrow. This would be your final project before graduation and you had to
make sure it was perfect, even if that meant staying up until five am like you
did the night before.
you approached your door, fishing your keys out of your coat pocket, you froze.
door was open.
you tended to rush as you left and forgot simple things, but not once had you
forgotten to lock your door –much less forgetting to close it. You gently
pushed the door open, wincing as it squeaked loudly. That was the worst idea
peeked inside your darkened living room. Everything looked exactly the same;
nothing was missing from what you could tell. You took a wary step into the
room, setting your canvas down against the wall and pulling out your small stun
gun that Tony had given you for your birthday this year.
found it extremely odd that someone would break in, only to leave everything
there and not take anything. You made your way into your bedroom, kicking the
door open and peeking inside. Nothing. Not even the light was on. You turned
around and made your way into the second room in your apartment, which was strictly
used for your paintings.
you began to panic. What if someone from school vandalized your paintings? You
had an entire year’s worth of work in there; most of it was going into the
gallery as well. You felt your heart race as you neared the door, which was
slightly ajar. Completely not how you left it. With a deep breath, you opened the door.
you felt your heart drop into your stomach.
the fuck?” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears.
watched as a very normal Bucky Barnes turned around and looked into your eyes. Instead
of the cold, dead ones you came in contact with two years ago, you were faced
with two lively, ocean blue orbs. They were beautiful, even more than you
Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes staring into yours.
You blinked, unable to form any
Dean had finished tape 3 and had never been more angry. How could Mary talk to you like that? Why would she say such nasty things just to hurt you? As soon as Sam woke up in the car and saw the anger covering Dean’s face he knew that he had finished the tape. “Dean-”
“Talk to mom about it, please, you’ll understand,” Sam insisted.
“Understand?” Dean shouted. “Understand what, Sammy? She said those things to Y/N, she made her feel like she had no one.”
“No,” Sam shook his head. “Dean, talk to mom, please! You know that’s not like her, you know that.”
“It doesn’t explain anything,” Dean growled. “Y/N wouldn’t lie.”
“Y/N didn’t lie, but that’s not what happened,” Sam revealed. “Please, talk to her and you will understand… I promise.”
There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.
He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield, his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.
Otabek and Yuri want more from JJ but first they have to figure out how they fit.
“I like you,” JJ says, voice cracking again.
Yuri’s eyes flick to Otabek’s for a moment before he cups JJ’s cheek in his hand. It’s so gentle, so careful, that Otabek couldn’t look away from it, even if he wanted to. Yuri’s fingertips brush the wetness on his cheekbone away.
He didn’t realize someone could fall in love with their best friend, but watching Yuri light a sparkler and chase the other Yuuri around his own garden made something click. The way he threw his head back in laughter, his hair and his face equally lit in the golden twilight. It was just a little ache in his heart, something he hadn’t felt before. It confused him, made him furrow his brows together.
Or; Otabek has tried really hard to be good enough for everyone in his life, but Yuri is easy to please.
Otabek writhes against the sheets to get his sweats pulled down, and Yuri can hear the grunt of frustration in his voice. Yuri can feel the movements of his wrist. The mattress rolls and creaks with every single pump of his wrist. Yuri can’t help himself. He pulls his own half hard cock from his pajama bottoms and mimics the slow motions of his fist.
Yuri comes first. Then Otabek. Otabek moves for a tissue immediately. Yuri isn’t sure what to do. They’re not supposed to do this when the other person is still awake.
One thing is to go see your boyfriend DJ surrounded by a crowd of complete strangers, but this… Yuri needs to get away, and tugging and the slim piece of jewelry hanging from his waist, he has quite a vivid plan in his mind.
“Okay, don’t freak out, Be–” Yuri decides to start off, given Otabek’s proclivity to internal emotional turmoil, “—okay you’re definitely already doing that.” Otabek doesn’t react; his mouth is hanging open slightly, but no other expression crosses his face. “Yo, Beka.” Yuri snaps his fingers at the screen. “Oh, for fucks sake, Beka.” He huffs, and then pokes his laptop camera, “Is facetime frozen.” He monotones, sticking out his tongue, scrunching up his features, “Can you see me, am I paused, Beka?”
“Yura?” Otabek asks, clearing his throat.
“Uhhhhhhh, yeah, dickwad. Who else?” Yuri tries not to fidget, self-conscious.
Summary: Shawn makes Brian hand deliver a care package to y/n because y/n is stressed and Shawn can’t do it himself because he is out of the country.
off I just wanna say that your work is amazing ! It’s my favourite. Lately I’ve
been feeling like everything is crashing down on me. I feel like I never get a
beak with school, work, worrying, just everything ! Can you do an imagine where
Shawn notices you’ve been acting differently because everything’s just a little
too much and makes you feel better? Thank you :)
Sleep. Sleep would be nice, but who has time to sleep anymore?
Certainly not you. With work, school, exams, and so much to worry about, you
can’t seem to catch a break. Even when you do have the time to sleep, you can’t
because you’re so stressed. And every other second you’re awake, it is like you
have a never-ending list of things that you need to get done. You’re trying so
hard to just keep on going, but it’s hard, so hard.
When your phone buzzes on your desk with a text you
automatically glance at it. Good morning
love it reads, from your boyfriend of course.
You just smile a bit because it’s nearly ten at night where you
are, but he’s just woken up. You type a quick reply, morning babe. You’d love to talk to him, but you have so much
to still do before you can even think of taking a break, much less going to
Ok so I’ve noticed something particularly in the DID and trauma tags on this website that I think needs to be addressed. I want everyone to repeat after me:
-Not all trauma is from abuse.
-You can be traumatized without experiencing abuse.
-You can have a traumagenic disorder without having been abused.
-Not all trauma is from abuse.
I see a lot of people on here equating trauma to abuse and, though I have dealt with various forms of abuse from various people, a good portion of my trauma is from something that couldn’t have been prevented and wasn't anyone’s fault (I’m a pediatric cancer survivor and that’s where about half of my worst triggers come from).
Anyway. Just a friendly reminder that equating trauma to abuse is very isolating and invalidating to those of us who have trauma from things other than abuse (and isolation and invalidation are really hard to deal with, especially in relation to traumatic experiences).