it made me happy in the mean time

Reviews = Happiness

Guys, I mean it. 

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

The whole reason I actually started writing the ‘Lost Paladins’ series and sharing it on fanfiction, and then Archive of Our Own, and then getting this Tumblr account was because of this: 

I wanted to share in something I love with people - real, live, people.

Your comments, your feedback, your messages, they all mean so much to me. It’s incredible to be able to share in this fun fandom with you guys - so please, just know that whenever you take the time to leave a comment, or a thought, you’ve made this author’s day. I went to bed exhausted last night after dealing with some medical run-around stuff (nothing life-threatening, basically my body just hates me and occasionally I have to manage a bunch of different stuff) BUT THEN I woke up to many, many wonderful comments waiting for me, and I cried because I was so happy. :-) :-) 

@zenthisoror @maychorian @teenage-mutant-angsty-zukos @havetoomanyfandoms @noisypaintersong I’m sorry, I tried to tag you all, but please know how much you guys have made my day. :-) I hope you have a great weekend - and just one more time: You. All. Rock. <3 

For all you who might not know already, here’s the link to the ‘Lost Paladins’ series:

You are lovely people. I’m doing pretty well. Came up on 3k words today. Made a spreadsheet with a graph so I can chart it. I did it. I finally broke down and went back to old Coffee Shop. They were so happy to see me. The coffee was good. I wrote for over four hours straight. I am pleased.

I hope you’re having an okay time right now and that tomorrow will be what you need it to be. <3

gamwilliams  asked:

Your Ushijima and Daichi post is beautiful 😭 I love those two together, and your art is so wonderful - this has really made my day! Thank you for blessing us! Who's your favourite character to draw btw?

Thank you so much! ;; I really appreciate it!! And again, thank you for blessing me with this lovely message! (*≧▽≦) I hope you have a super great week! 

Hm, my favourite character to draw (surprise!) is probably Futakuchi lmao. I drew him a lot last year and now he comes so naturally…!  

Dean Forester’s cameo

Okay, I need to talk about Jared’s Dean scene in more detail now that I’ve watched it a couple times.

-can we talk about the outfit they put him in?  Pea coat with popped collar, really nice grey shirt that, had he NOT been wearing the pea coat with popped collar, would have left Rory in a drooling mess.  PLUS skinny jeans?  Like guh.

-that even though it is a small scene, the dialogue reveals a LOT about what Dean has been upto:
- he lives in Scranton with a wife.  They have three kids, all boys, with another on the way.
-This means he’s in a dedicated and healthy relationship.  He’s not spent his life pining.  The mistakes he made as a 19 year old are not haunting him the rest of his life.  He found someone to be happy with and that makes me happy.
-That Rory’s lack of surprise when he talks about said kids or wife says that this isn’t the first time they’ve run into each other over the years.  She knows he’s married, she knows he’s got kids.  It means they’ve stayed in (at least peripheral) touch, even if its only through perhaps Christmas cards.  
-His clothes say ‘success’ to me.  Not rich, but he’s not struggling.  Maybe he did go back and finish college?  I’d like to think so.  Maybe that’s where he met Jenny.

-In all, it seems like he got himself together.  I’m happy about that.

Next, can we talk about how Jared was able to revert to Dean’s cadence, body language, and speech patterns really flawlessly I felt?  After playing one role exclusively for years, matured physically a whole ton, and been away from this character, I was pleased to see Dean’s speech patterns and body language matched pretty well.  Especially when he asks Rory if she’s “just okay”.  

Also, and I’ve already spoken about this in a previous post.  But it was absolutely NO ACCIDENT that Dean’s wife was named ‘Jenny’ and was referred to as a ‘Saint’ helping take care of young boys.  It was absolutely a shout-out to Gen and what she does for Jared, and I was pleased as punch to see that.  That ‘Jenny’ was pregnant with a girl on the way was just icing on the cake (tho the timing on that line HAD to be an accident).

Also this:

yeah, i’ll always love you guys too :)

there is this table of fourteen-year-old girls sitting next to me at this coffee shop and one of them mentioned she liked this guy chris

the next thing i know all her friends are pulling out these receipts and warning her abt his misogynistic opinions (their words) and telling her she should be careful

and one of them said “i mean maybe he’s still learning but you deserve to be treated like his equal” and i’m just sitting here like… you go, baby feminists. looking out for other girls and holding your male classmates accountable to things they’ve said while staying open-minded about his capacity for growth (i mean they’re still sooo young he has time to blossom) and it just made me really happy

“He loves me,” she said,
“But he isn’t you.”

He looked up at her and smirked, he always thought she looked most gorgeous when frustrated.
“And that’s a bad thing?” He replied.

“I dunno,” she shrugged,
“In a sense.. yes, but in a sense.. no. It’s different. I mean, he’s safe. He calls when he says he will, shows up on time, checks up on me, he makes me feel secure. But you? You’re a fire. No. More than that. You were the wildfire. Crazy and out of control. You made me lose myself, simultaneously creating a frenzy and a calm. It was fire and passion. It’s like he’s safe and you’re danger. He makes me happy, but it’s not the same.“

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

“In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”  —  Franz Kafka

Beautiful quote, isn’t it? It has become a habit of mine to associate pretty writings with you. Yet I find difficulty in stringing all the right words together to express how lovely you are and how much you mean to me. Time flies by so quickly that it feels like it was just yesterday when I was hoping I could do something for your birthday. And here it is, a project that was made possible with dedication and help from everybody. This year has been a roller coaster ride but you managed to flash that beautiful smile of yours each and everyday. You filled our hearts with happiness and our tummies with butterflies. The universe has endowed us with such a wonderful human being; an inspiration worth looking up to. I am truly, solemnly, beyond blessed to have you as my most favorite person. Thank you for the things you do, Kwon Yuri. This will be my 7th time celebrating your special day and it gives me such pleasure to watch you grow without ever forgetting your virtues and where you came from. And with that, I am proud. Be it your 28th, 50th, or 100th starry year, I will always be here to support you come what may. So happiest birthday to you, my darling angel

I used to wonder if it was possible to fully love someone without ever seeing them or feeling their presence. If one could love so much that their heart may burst. Then all of a sudden your existence has converted my life into this unfathomable prose, and loving you has been as natural as breathing.

Celebrating #28StarryYearsWithYuri
12.05.16 / / Yuri’s 9862 Starry Nights
In the disorder, you are the peace sign. 

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])

Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”


“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


seventeen as things i’ve said through text messages


jeonghan - “sorry im a mother of 4…i need my break”


jun - “ok never mind that’s nasty too”

hoshi - “pretty groovy if I say so myself”

wonwoo - “I got 6 hours of sleep and I’m ready for the sweet embrace of death”

woozi - “ik…I gagged, then puked then rolled my eyes 277267277272 times”


mingyu - “why you saying ew???? I thought u loved me”

the8 - “I mean u might get attacked but sure”

seungkwan - “im trying to forget that i saw that by singing navillera really angrily but its not working”


dino - “im having a crisis here”


2016.12.05 | STUDY

There’s something that made me happy today.

On the screenshots, you can see studyplus which is an app for recording your time spent on studying.

I got this app about three months ago and decided to record each time I study something. I couldn’t study even full 2 hours a week, sometimes I didn’t study at all for few months… I still have depression, many problems each day.


Now, I study more than five hours a week, which means that I finally have better discipline. This week I studied for about 9 hours? I couldn’t believe my eyes. My grades got better. I can understand more japanese texts already. Math teacher told me I got better at math problems.

Almost everything is possible with hard work, and I believe that this app helped me to become a better student. Seeing how much time I spend on nothing got me motivated. Seeing how much free time I actually have made me move my ass and study harder. No more excuses.
God blessed me with health, life, the love of my life and time. I won’t let it waste.

Listen to Me {Wonho Drabble}

Hi! I absolutely LOVE your blog! Your writing is amazing and I get super excited every time you post something! Do you think you could do #14 (I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship) for Wonho, and could it possibly be smut where Wonho is top/dom? If you can’t make it into smut or a smut with that particular plot that’s fine, I just thought I’d ask! I’d be super happy if you ended up doing this! You’re awesome!

Note: You’re actually a sweetheart, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this request and I’m sorry it’s taken me a long time to get around to doing. I’m not the best at writing smut - so my apologies if this isn’t great. Thank you for supporting me, it means so much, and your inbox made me smile a lot! Fighting~! Mami x

Warning: This is graphic content: sexual themes and the use of swearing. Read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used.

Originally posted by kukie

Wonho had been in an aggravated mood all day. Why? You weren’t certain. He kept grunting in response to your questions, and huffing dismissively when things weren’t moving at the click of his fingertips.

Management had been pushing him to the limit recently, and it wasn’t helping that his sleep routines were being wrecked by filming various music videos and magazine photo shoots. He was busy, rushing around here, there and everywhere like the flash trying to cram each and every aspect of his chaotic schedule into his life.

He slumped in the sofa of the living room, giving you a half hearted sideways glance as you walked in. at first, it seemed careless and dismissive, but his next words contradicted his actions.

“Babygirl, come and sit in my lap.”

You frowned, somewhat shocked by his sudden craving for your attention, though you abided nonetheless. You sunk into his lap, thighs straddling his legs as his arms caged you into his embrace. He didn’t say any more, only pulled you in for a kiss, his lips lazing against yours before he pulled away.

“Will you get me some dinner?”

“No, I cooked lunch. Dinner is your turn, Jagi.” You told him, smiling. That’s how it worked with the two of you, always fair and always alternating the work load. Only this time, Wonho didn’t seem quite to eager to do anything but scowl from underneath you.

“Are you saying ‘no’ to me right now?” He grumbled, eyes turning dark with lust, electrifying your insides with desire.

“Yes, I’m saying no.” You responded definitely, as if you were longing for him, or falling into the depths of his dark, flaming eyes.

“I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship.” He responded suggestively, then without a moment for you to adjust, he pinned you down on the sofa, climbing above you while you gasped sharply from a mixture of shock and arousal.

“Maybe you need to remind me.” You smirked at him, but it didn’t stay on your face long, not when he leaned down, pushing his impatient lips against your own, kissing you with maddening longing and yearning.

You didn’t know if it was the stress from the work he needed to relieve, or the agitation he was feeling for being over worked that he needed to flush from his system, but he worked on you like a predatory animal. His hands running over you in a forceful and extreme fashion, grunting every time you moaned beneath him.

He was hard, you could feel it even under the jeans he wore as his crotch pressed against yours keenly, rocking his hips backwards and forwards above you, creating a friction that caused you to wheeze in need.

He spoke no words, only ripped your clothes from your flushed, steaming body before doing the same to himself. He was in full dominance mode, and it was like nothing could stop him. His stormy eyes kept you right under his impassioned place, and his hands wandered statically over your body, earning himself sounds that only fueled him on. Your underwear had started to feel like they were flooding, until Wonho had finally torn them away, replacing the area with his hand, were he started to rub in the place you desired.

You reached out, placing your own hand around his manhood, stroking him up and down, as his throat started to whine.

“I want you.” He breathed, clearly short of breath as he reached out to cabinet next to the sofa. His hand scraped the draw open until he pulled out a small, silver packet, that he ripped open with his teeth before pulling out the product and rolling it onto his manhood.

He then came back down, moving the tip against the opening of your folds, his hands maneuvering around your body as if he was on a mission, he groped at your chest until he finally pushed himself inside of you.

You felt like you were living in ecstasy as he grinded inside of you. It was times like these when you really did appreciate how good Wonho could make you feel, not just physically but emotionally too.  His hands manipulated your skin, sending shivers with each stroke of the finger and pinch of the lips.

It didn’t take him long to wind you to your close, to get you fidgeting beneath him in a moaning mess.

“You better listen to me Jagi, or maybe I just won’t let you finish.” He growled seductively next to you. But in your bliss state, you could barely acknowledge what he was saying.


“That’s what I like to hear.” He muttered in a deep tone beside your ear between sharp, strong thrusts.

When you finally came to a close, he rode out your high, releasing at the same time, low moans erupting as he did.

You breathed heavily as he pulled out, looking at him with eyes that were still longing and craving.

“How about we forget about dinner and go for a round two?” You asked him, desperate for him to agree.

“Sure, if I can have a taste of you, that is.” He winked, his grumpiness subsiding as he pulled you up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.

“Deal” You giggled, pressing lighthearted kisses against his neck as he pulled you to your second round of pleasure.

friendship da(y)te

summary: au where simon and baz are best friends and friendship day comes around. okay, i promise it’s not that lame,, please read my fic

word count: 1.4k

this is for @carryon-valentines day 1: friendship day

i’m sorry i might’ve made it less friend and more SHIP but yeah


“BAZ!” I yell as soon as I spot his tall, lean figure heading towards me. “Happy Friendship Day!”

I run towards him and envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.

“You too, Snow!”

His arms come up around my waist and we just stand there. Holding each other. Like we’ve done so many times before. Not romantically.

But I wish it were.

Romantic, I mean.

It’s been this way for months now, since I figured it out. That I liked Baz. He’s my best friend, he’s been my best friend for years, and I know everything about him. Only later I realized that my obsession with him was not just because of our strong friendship.

It was because of his deep, grey eyes and how they twinkle when he smiles.

It was because of his silky, soft hair that falls in perfect waves- framing his face (really, everything about him is a piece of art.)

It was because of making him play the violin not just because he’s brilliant, but also so that I could watch him focus while his eyes are shut.

Yeah, I’m obsessed. And I don’t even know how to tell him because…

What if he takes it badly?

It might fuck up our friendship.

And there’s no way in hell that I’m taking that chance.


I can see his mop of bronze curls from a mile away, and I can recognize them within seconds. Because I’m whipped. He hugs me as soon as he sees me, and I hold him there, just like I do all the time. I rest my head on his, and I breath in his smoky, refreshing scent that’s all too familiar by now. I don’t think he knows that I love him, and I don’t think he realizes how much it pains me to celebrate “Friendship Day” with him, because honestly. Enough of this friendship thing. I’m pretty sure I fell for him two days after we met, but he’s a moron and he’s straight. So. I just wallow in my misery everyday. We have only a few minutes here anyway; he has to go to his classes (astrophysics- his first class on Tuesday mornings) (it is sad that I know that) and I have to go for mine- History (honestly a really boring subject- I happen to know everything already since I studied it during the vacation.) We’ll meet again at lunch for an hour and a half, and then if he decides to come over, then maybe longer. But that’s it. Nothing special to look forward to.

“Baz, how about dinner today?” he asks.

“Sure. As a Friendship Day thing?”

“As a date, I guess.”

I pray that I’m not blushing. He says it so plainly. It can’t possibly mean more that being just a get-together in the name of our friendship.

But I guess I do have something to look forward to.




Did I just say that? Oh my god.

As soon as Baz turns away, I’m pretty sure I’m red enough to stop traffic. I rush to class, worried about just about everything that could possibly go wrong. I float through the day, until it’s lunch, where I finally see Baz again.

He starts conversation immediately-

“So, what, for our dinner do you want me to wear a suit?”

He says it sarcastically, and obviously I know he’s being sarcastic, but it would be great to see him in a suit.

So I say, “Sure, if you want to.”

He cocks his head towards me. “Okay. I’ll wear a suit if you do.”

If it means seeing Baz in a suit, then yes I’m wearing a suit.


Fifteen minutes before I have to get there, I start searching for suits, and simultaneously realize how my time management skills are equivalent to those of a coconut. I have none.

After three minutes of frantic searching, I find a grey suit that looks about my size and that’ll have to do because honestly, I’m having a bit of a time crisis here. I head to the bathroom and hastily get dressed, and then I rush to the restaurant where I’m should’ve reached ten minutes ago.


I happen to have an entire collection of suits because of our family dinners. So I just went through them and chose a dark, black one. Typical.

I left the house giving myself twenty minutes to get there. We’re going to a relatively fancy restaurant so we don’t look too out of place with our outfits. I reach there five minutes before time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reached before Simon. He’s late all the time anyway, so it’s no surprise. And I like the idea of being here before him so I can take some time to take in the surroundings, and so that I can choose a nice place to sit- preferably in the corner, so Simon and I can talk in peace.

Why does our little friendship day outing feel like a date?

Simon walks in ten minutes later, his eyes searching. I wave to him, and he heads towards me. Are his pupils a little blown or is that just me?

It’s probably just me.

He’s wearing a grey suit, and it’s sitting on his shoulders perfectly, outlining him and somehow not looking too tight. His hair is messy and tousled, as it is all the time, and his eyes are like shining wells of clear water reflecting the brilliant blue sky above. It’s overwhelming.

He looks stunning.


I look at Baz, and I just can’t stop looking.

Because shit.

He’s beautiful.

In a black suit that compliments his lean, muscular features and his grey eyes (that look bright now, because of his dark clothing) perfectly. I think it’s too much for me to take. I just really want to kiss him. He’s sitting in front of me, and even though we’re talking about what food we’re about to order, I’m just thinking about his lips. And how they move when he talks to me. And how they would taste if I, you know, hypothetically of course, kissed him.

This really does feel like a date. He insists on paying. And that leaves me feeling like I should give him something in return.

How about a kiss? My mind nags. I force it to shut up.

But it doesn’t stop.


We walk out of the restaurant, and it’s dark.

He asks me if I want to stay over, and obviously, I don’t deny.

We’re walking alone to his place.

It’s dark.

And I want to kiss him.

“Baz…” Simon says.

I stop and turn to him.

His eyes are bright with some kind of unidentifiable fire.



Okay, fuck it. I’ve had enough. I need Baz’s lips on mine.

“You know what?” I say, “I didn’t give you anything for friendship day.”

I take a step closer, and I can only hope that his expression is a reflection of my own.

“I mean…” I go on, “You gave me that dinner.”

A step forward.

“So thank you for that.”

And another.

“And now…I want to give you…”



He’s so close, so close.

And then he kisses me.

His lips are on mine, moving, and hot.

My arms move slide up around his back, and he pushes me.



Baz is kissing me back.

It’s unbelievable.

His lips are magical. Just what I expected.

It’s hot and it’s cold at the same time.

And I’m kissing Baz.



He isn’t stopping.

And honestly, I’m glad.

Simon Snow is kissing me.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

My best friend.

My love.


The moment stretches and the kiss feels much longer than it actually is. It’s not like I’m keeping track of anything.

I’m way past rational thought.

The sparks I feel running through my veins and the tingles I feel every time I make contact with Baz’s skin seem imaginary and all too real, at the same time.

Let’s never stop this.



Okay, firstly, Simon is gay. Or bisexual. Whatever it is, it’s an actual blessing.

Secondly, Simon is so good at this kissing thing?

His arms, his jaw, his tongue.

They all seem to exactly what they’re doing.

I, on the other hand, have my mouth jammed against his; my arms are tracing random patterns on his back. It all worries me, really. What if I’m not good enough? I’m probably shit, considering my experience with this stuff.

But Simon is smiling against my mouth.

And Simon is sighing and saying my name.

Maybe…maybe I’m doing okay.




I pull away, reluctantly.

It takes so much effort.

“Let’s go home?”

Baz sighs, nods, and takes my hand.

It is a happy friendship day indeed.


“What is worth living for?”
I think that life itself is worth living for. If you are not living the life that you want, you fight to achieve that life. “ — Jensen Ackles (JIBCon 2015) 

Happy 38th Birthday Jensen Ackles  ♥
March 1st 1978 

a love letter to the stydia family:

fam, we made it.

we made it through years of knowing that it would happen one day. that it would happen someday. that we just had to hold out hope. and we did. we waited. we were frustrated as hell sometimes, but we never gave up. we knew it was only a matter of time.

as we are on the verge of what is sure to be an incredible season 6 premiere, and an incredible season 6, i just want to tell you all how much you mean to me. how happy i am to have found you, to know you, to celebrate with you. this fandom has brought me so much in terms of love and friendship, but y’all already know you hold a special place in my heart. we have literally cried together. laughed together. loved together. 

we are the happiest shippers today because of these two married dorks (who are finally going to address their feelings yall i am truly shook), and i am elated to be basking and celebrating with such wonderful people. thank you for all of the love, the support, the feels, over the last 5 years. as we enter this unchartered territory of canon, i cannot wait to see how much stronger we become.

enjoy tonight. each and every one of you deserve it. i am so excited to be experiencing this with you.

i just came home after seeing green day my dudes

and let me tell you

it was awesome (that’s putting it mildly though) 

few fun facts about me and my concert:

- first time i heard Scattered live and it was actually incredible I love that song so much

- billie screwed up the lyrics to “Still Breathing” so he was like “fuck, let’s start over” but the crowd kept singing so instead of starting over he was encouraged by the crowd to continue and i thought that was a beautiful moment considering which song it was. sorta symbolic ya know


- Billie said “jag älsker dig” which means “i love you” and it was so cute tbh


- First time i heard Are We the Waiting live and everyone (including myself) held up their phones and it literally looked like a “starry night” as the lyrics goes. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.

- First time i heard christie road live!! there was a dude next to me who yelled “PLAY CHRISTIE ROAD” and like 5 minutes later they did lol


- I honestly have no complaints. I guess i would have loved to hear more songs from Revolution Radio, but I love the fact that the setlist was very mixed. Would have loved to hear 21 guns live though and i still don’t understand why they don’t play that one since it was a big hit. Oh well!



 okay but can we please kill the “mean pidge” headcanon? look at this goddamn little sweetheart missing her friends and being upset that she got separated from them. just look at her face. she just wants to hang out with her friends and have some happy times with them, idk how anyone could see her as being mean to them