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“He’s an actor on Broadway.  I broke up with him in December because he couldn’t manage his anger.  He’d scream at me on subway platforms.  Once he busted my lip while trying to grab something out of my hand.  That was when I finally ended it.  But he called me on New Year’s Eve and asked if he could go to a party with me.  We’d bought our tickets months earlier.  They were expensive so I agreed.  My sister was coming with us so I wasn’t worried.  Everyone had a great time.  …At the end of the night, we dropped off my sister and went back to his place.  I was so drunk that I curled up in a pile of clothes.  When I opened my eyes he was taking photos of me and laughing.  I immediately decided to leave.  It was literally the start of a new year and I wanted to begin on a good note.  He yelled at me to come back but I kept walking.  He followed me down the stairs and grabbed my arm.  He told me to ‘stop acting stupid.’  Then he pinned me up against the side of his building.  He was choking me and saying ‘calm down, calm down, calm down.’  A van drove by and started honking at us.  But they didn’t stop.  They didn’t help me.  I broke free and ran into traffic but nobody was stopping.  He caught me, and pushed me up against a van, and lifted me into the air by the neck.  When I woke up on the ground he was gone.  I asked the judge to sentence him to anger management courses.  He’s finished them.  But I’m still dealing with the trauma of that night.”

#171 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “Can I request more "bad boy” Van? Leaving it more open and free to whatever you want to write about"

Note: You may have noticed this at the top of the request list for a while. That is because I couldn’t work out how to fill the prompt without making Van an absolute fuck, like, in a proper way. I’m in the business of sunshine, people. So… Idk. This is probably more lighthearted and fun than you wanted, Anon, but I hope you’ll like it anyway! 


The house was already trashed. Last time you checked the time it was only a quarter past midnight. It was a full moon though, so maybe people were infected with a little lunacy. Or, in the case of the group of guys sitting on the floor in the hallway, a lot of lunacy.

There were five of them all up. There was Adam, who you worked with at the club on weekends. It was his party, and next to him was his housemate. His name was somewhere in the depths of your memory, but booze and time had laid a heavy mist over it. The other three guys were strangers.

“You guys want some chips?” you asked, holding out a bag of corn chips.

One of the strangers took the entire bag from your hands and started to eat from it; not even a thank you. He had a leather jacket on, and messy brown hair.

“Share,” the guy next to him said.

“Y/N, that’s Van and Larry. This one’s Bondy,” Adam introduced.

Larry and Bondy looked up from the ground and waved, saying hi. Van did not.

“Can I have my chips back?” you asked him, swaying on the spot and leaning on the wall to stabilise yourself. Van looked up.

“You said we could have them,”

“Said I’d share,”

“So, sit, eat,” he replied with a shrug.

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Square Up... *****

Originally posted by apgujeon

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader.
Genre: Angst/Fluff
W.C: 1,981


“ come, just follow me, I’ll escort you out to the van” The bodyguard told us.

    We just came from Korean to Las Vegas for the billboard awards that was two days away. And the airport was packed. There was some fangirls on the airplane with us but there was nothing we could do. Plus they were pretty nice and respected our privacy, You even made a conversation with them.

    It hasn’t been easy since the day you and tae had announced your relationship status. Specially for you. You have been getting a lot of hate, obviously, but you could handle it. You don’t let It get to you, your dad has always raised you that way. “ don’t listen to the people with hatred in the hearts, just smile and walk away, wish them the best” he’d say. “ but if they lay a hand on you, you protect yourself and finish what they started” at that you giggled.

   You weren’t big either, you were a small 5'2 thang. The guys are always asking how Tae doesn’t crush you. But something big you had… was your mouth. You always spoke what you thought. But still you were the nicest, sweetest, and sexiest person alive. That’s what Taehyung always tells you. Tae intertwined your hands and started walking to the van, all the girls started screaming and came closer and where the hell are most of the bodyguards ?!

  We were out by the doors and that’s when you saw her, there was this specific girl who was a Taehyung to die fangirl. You always see her tweets and pictures saying how she’s going to beat your ass up if she ever sees your or how you’re not match for tae. Of course, you ignore her. Babe tells you to ignore her also, and you do. There hasn’t been one time where you let other people bring you down. Not until now.

  “ oh great, look, I didn’t know they had a bitch in the band ” you heard her say. ’Stupid bitch, just ignore her’, you told yourself. You guys kept walking to the van, the girls coming so close that they could almost touch you, & of course, the fucking cyber bully was to your left. She saw how tightly you had your hand wrapped around tae’s and huffed in anger. “ hi oppa! Remember me ??? It’s your number one loyal fan !!” She cried. You rolled your eyes at how ironic that sounded.

  Since tae was on your right, she suddenly made a move to grab you saying “ move !”. 

 " don’t touch me ! “ you glared at her, letting taehyung’s hand go. Some girls ‘ooooh'ed and some laughed saying ’ oh shit’. She looked at you shocked, and frozen. You kept walking feeling tae’s hand on the small of your back. ” you’re okay babe ? “ he whispered, knowing how you can get. You nodded, keeping your mouth shut, trying to not make a scene.

  ” we’re almost there don't–" you didn’t hear the rest as you felt a hand push you, almost making you fall to the ground. Taehyung was about to grab you but you turned around and saw the girl grinning, when she saw your angry expression her eyes widened. You couldn’t hear anything else as you grabbed the girl by her hair and punching her square in the face. You didn’t care anymore, she had gone to far.

  “ I told you not to fucking touch me !” You yelled tackling her to the ground and she screeched trying to move away from your punches.

 " get off of me your ugly cunt !“ She yelled at your.

 Other girls screamed, recording while saying ’ WORLD STAAARRR!

You suddenly felt two arms wrapped around your waist pulling you away from the girl, and some security guards came to take her away, ” Keep fucking threatening me bitch ! I fucking dare you ! “ you yelled at her. 

 Taehyung pulled you against his chest, his hands holding your wrist and whispered harshly into your ear ” y/n that’s enough !“ Taehyung kept you on your back to his chest, walking faster to the van, almost lifting you off your feet.

  You huffed as he let you go to enter the van, sitting all the way to the at the end. All the guys got in filling the van, Jimin looked at your concerned ” y/n are you alright ? “ The guys looked at you for an answer but out of the corner of your eye you saw taehyung just keep his eyes somewhere else, clenching his jaw. He was mad. ” yeah I’m fine “ you answered crossing your leg, looking out the window.

  You had to right to punch the chick, it wasn’t your fault. But deep down you felt a pang of hurt that tae was mad at you. ” okay “ Jimin mumbled. 

You turned your head to the window, looking at the trees and buildings go by. ” y/n, manager wants to talk to you as soon as we get to the hotel “ namjoon turned back to look at your from the passenger seats, you nodded and felt teahyung sigh murmuring a line of ” shouldn’t have done that “. You turned to look out the window again, worry seeping on your face as you felt your bottom lip quiver. ’ not here ’ you told yourself and bit your bottom lip.

  ” I think it was pretty badass, good job “ you heard suga whisper lowly to your ear from the back seat. You smiled a little at that. You get to the hotel and see the manager waiting for all of you at the front. You all get off,you grab your handbag and make your way to him. He looks at you and brings you inside, you look back at taehyung, you make eye contact for a second before he looks away. You sign as you follow their manager to the cushions at the lobby, you look at him and he takes off his glasses.

 ” are you alright ? “ he asks you.

” yes “

 ” look, I know it wasn’t your fault y/n, but you do understand that you can’t be pulling out those kinds of actions out here, there’s going to be news everywhere and it’s not going to be pretty, I just want you and the guys to be careful thats all but this is a warning. Just ignore them and everything will be alright okay ? You didn’t only worry me or the crew out there but you worried taehyung too, a lot. “ he put his hand on your shoulder, you looked at him and you nodded. 

 ” I understand “ you said.

 ” okay Kid, now go and get settled in, get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow “ he added, you nodded again and went to jimin who waited for his room card. 

” is everything alright ? He’s not going to make you go back home is he ? “ he asked, Jimin has always been the one you talk to about your problems, he’s your shoulders at times.

 ” no, he just gave me a warning and to be careful, you know “ you shrugged. 

” yeah, but I can’t lie, it’s good to defend yourself at times, you punched her right on her face y/n !! “ he laughed, you laughed a little pushing his shoulder lightly, ” stop it “.

 ” y/n “ you heard tae mumble. You looked at him and made your way over to him & he grabbed your bag off your shoulder ” I can tak–"

 " no, come on" he cut you off. You sighed as you guys made your way over to the elevator, you just wanted to sleep that’s all. But you knew you had to talk about the situation with tae. You wanted to know why he was not on your side of the problem. You made your way your your room, opening the door. You made your way to the bedroom and started to take off your shoes. Tae entered the room and put your bags on the bed, maybe we can talk about it now.

 " tae…“ you started but he cut you off yet again. 

Shaking his head he replied that he’s going to take a quick shower. He was avoiding you. You felt another pang of hurt in your chest as you heard a knock on the door. You made your way to the door and opened it revealing a guy with your suitcases, you thanked him and gave him a tip before you took your bags to the room and you quickly changed to an oversized shirt, taking off your braw leaving you in socks and panties and the shirt for the night. 

 You turned off the lights and made your way under the covers not even waiting for taehyung. You faced the wall windows hugging the covers to your body. Maybe it was your fault. Maybe taehyung was tired of your attitude and realized that it would be better if he cut things off. But you didn’t want to loose him. Everything was so difficult when he ignored you like this. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt tears stream at the side of your face. You just wanted tae with you, why did you always make things go wrong ???

  You heard the bathroom door open and you instantly shut up not wanting him to hear your cries. You heard his steps and muffles of him changing to his sleepwear. He probably thought you were already passed out since you didn’t move. Meanwhile you felt your throat tightening as you tried to stay quiet and not sob your heart out. You felt the bed dip because of tae and he sighed loudly before everything got quiet.

  You mentally cursed as a little whimper escaped your lips. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist making its way to be wrapped around your stomach, that’s when you couldn’t hold it anymore. You sobbed into the pillow, no caring if you were loud. 

 Taehyung pulled you to his body immediately, kissing your ear and neck repeatedly. ” baby.. “ he whined, holding you tighter. ” Don’t cry please..“ 

 You continued sobbing, struggling to catch your breath. Tae moved to look at your face, wiping your tears off your face. ” I-I’m sorry, I- “ you struggled, ” they don’t like me tae, I try but they don’t like me “ you whimpered, your voice broken. 

 ” there’s always going to be those kind of people baby, I would do anything to make the world perfect for you but I can’t, you scared me out there, I thought I was goi–" 

“ maybe we should break up ” you said without thinking.

 " maybe it would be better for your career , you won’t have to worry about them and me, mayb–" 

“ what ?, no no, don’t you dare say that again. ” his eyes watered at the thought, “ I’m not leaving you ever, and you’re not leaving me. I love you okay, please don’t say that ” he said grabbing your face to make you look at him. 

You nodded slowly, more tears coming out. “ you wouldn’t talk to me, you were mad at me and it hurt me ” you sobbed.

 " baby “ he sighed landing his head on your forehead. ” I’m sorry I was just– they got me mad okay, I was so pissed that she touched my girl, I should’ve said something the moment you told her to not touch you. I-I’m sorry “ 

You nodded and grabbed his face ” I love you “ he mumbled, you were about to say it back but he put his lips on yours giving you countless kisses, and all over your face. ” so much “ he whispered kissing you back on your mouth.

  You giggled and pulled away ” I love you more “. 

Taehyung pulled you to lay on top of him and kissed your head. 

There was a quiet moment before- ” want me to eat you out ? “ 

You laughed and hit his arm ” taeeeee"

 He giggled and hugged you tighter.

 "…… on second thought “ you whispered and look up at him crashing your lips together.

What moving is like for those who haven’t

On this glorious day of April 25, 2017 we learned some kind-of-but-not surprising news from our beloved British Friends. 

And I’ve realized that a lot of people are emotional (as am I) due to these events, but fear not friends. Moving is not as dramatic and drastic as it may seem for those who have never moved house before. 

I have moved nearly 6 times in my life, and I’m about to move again (in the infamous May how ironic) and I can not be any more excited about it. But anyway for those lost in the dust of despair and imagination;

Here are the 6 steps that are involved when you’re moving:

Step 1: Looking
I imagine our friends Dan and Phil were on this step for a long time.  Probably for at least a year or so. The Looking consists of tabbed websites looking at possible new house recommendations. Maybe even a few fantasy ones like “how would it be if we were to move to LA or Tokyo?” It’s when you’re constantly watching Home Improvement and Property shows gaining ideas and even opinions. You get into the habit of “I wish I could have this but I can’t because I have no room” You find yourself walking through model homes on a whim and even planning appointments with realtors and investigating your interior design knowledge. This is probably the most anticipated phase of them all before actually deciding on whether you’re going to take the challenge and move house. 

Step 2: Planning
AKA, the most stressful. When the wallet comes out and the bank stubs are studied and your requirements are heavily evaluated. It’s when you’re not-actually-an-adult-but-you-actually-are comes into play. Remember when Dan and Phil had mentioned they were seeing an accountant? I firmly believe now that they were in the Planning stage. Although they could be ranking in that dough™ financially planning to move is stressful. Down payments, security deposits, what kind of upgrades are needed, it’s all fun and games until money comes into the game and you have to revolve around the anxiety of “Do I have enough money to buy this extravagant meal because I am moving in two months” kind of ordeal. It’s not a sigh of relief until you sign your name onto that deed with the landlord that YOU’RE IN. YOU GOT A HOUSE, A NEW HOME TO COME HOME TO CONGRATULATIONS ALL THAT HARD WORK AND WORRYING HAS PAID OFF.

Step 3: Packing
The most nostalgic and depressing time of them all. When the boxes come out and start clearing the shelves you reevaluate your life and in the meanings you’ve lived in. You find things you haven’t seen in years, such as old journals, notes, pictures, important dates from months back, etc. And with Dan’s case of dropping things behind other things, this must have happened to him A LOT. It’s when you argue over which dishes you should keep or throw away. Which towels to get rid of, how many clothes you’re donating, do we really need to keep that ugly looking picture from ages ago? Are we ever going to use that bloody mixer we got as a gift? The emotional and spiritual cleansing of things you heavily think out as “will I need this in a month or can I pack it away?” The walls become bare and the air closes in tight as your home does not feel like home anymore but simply just a house; with blank walls and memories packed away in boxes. 

Step 4: Moving
Or the physical stuff that is. When I have moved, we have moved lighter things such as clothes, night stands, food, tvs, mirrors, trinkets, things that are not currently being used by absolute necessities, usually a week before Moving Day. I picture Dan and Phil either renting a car to help with the travel of lighter things or the help of a friend with a roomy vehicle to shovel all their crap into. Slowly making it easier to just finally get into the house already.
Then comes MOVING DAY. Where all the big heavy stuff is lifted into a van, poorly wrapped, and expecting something to break in the time allotted in the duration of the move. It’s the last big push to moving into the new place and it slightly feels warmer knowing that all your stuff is in a foreign land. It’s comforting. 

Step 5: Playing
When the final sweep of the old place is done, all cleaned up and washed to pristine, the keys are handed in and you have to make a new habit on which route to take to the new place. It’s when you figure out which light switch does what, where to put the paintings and house plants, if the bed looks better on this wall or that wall. When all the clothes are neatly and perfectly folded and hung up in an aesthetic way you know won’t last for a month. It’s putting the dishes into the cupboard and thinking is it ideal to put them on the second or third shelf. It’s the “you can fit like 3 bodies into this closet!” When playing around the new place you get so excited by the thought of home you never truly want to leave it. Building new furniture and exploring the new aura it brings. It’s very exciting.

Step 6: Living
Finally, your new house becomes home. Where you finally feel safe at night because the best things about your old place came with you. It doesn’t matter which walls the memories were in it’s the fact that they’re kept. It’s a new chapter to life and a fresh clean slate. This stage appears usually a few days or weeks after the big move. When you’re finally comfortable in the new place and excited to have friends over for the first time. When you finally love it more than you thought you would.

Dan and Phil are very lucky and I wish them the best of new success in the new place. For those heart broken over The London Apartment, don’t be! Because they’re taking us with them. They didn’t have to make a big broad video about moving but they did. We only get to see from the perspective they want to show us which is their living accommodations, and the fact that they shared so much within that video is truly something. 
I’m excited for them as well as whenever they plan on doing an official tour of the new house. 

It’s just a new chapter in everyone’s life. 

A toalett-háború folytatódik

Miután tegnap gusztustalan stílusban nekem támadt az ötödiken dolgozó nagyonterhes nő, mert épp 2 percet várt a WC-re, a recepciós lányok megnyugtattak, hogy nyugodtan használjam azt a WC-t továbbra is, mert nem az övé, és szólnak a menedzserének, hogy vegyen vissza a stílusából.
Most ki van rakva egy papír, hogy neki 30 percenként pisilnie kell, és szeretné, ha akadálytalanul be tudna jutni mindig, amikor kedve szottyan, mert nem tud lemenni a 4.-re. Btw azok tegnap is üresek voltak.
Tehát lement, visszajött, de közben direkt nem pisilt, hogy leüvölthesse a hajamat. Lift az van, egyébként.

#76 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “could you please do a schoolboy van wherein reader is bestfriends with him but reader is starting to fall for van but couldnt do anything bc van is dead inlove with a popular girl??”

Note: I recently did a fic with a school setting, so I’ve tried to add a lil’ something-something to make this a very different story. I hope you like it! It’s about 4300 words. Also, I am so profoundly hungover. Happy Sunday! 


2017

You had tried to wear the least attention-grabbing outfit possible. Blending into the crowd was the goal for the night, and you felt like you were doing a really fucking good job too. You watched Catfish play from your place against a wall. Somehow, despite the low lights and screaming fans, Benji’s eyes clocked you. You stood up straight as you watched him recognise you and almost freeze. He signaled to someone off stage, and Larry quickly ran to him. Larry looked across the room at you with the same disbelief. Maybe if you had hidden in the crowd instead of the shadows they’d not have seen you. You turned and made your way to the exit as fast as you could.

You were almost a block away when you heard Larry’s voice. You knew it, but it was deeper and older than when you last heard it. He was calling your name. He ran to catch up and he stopped in front of you, holding out his hand in a beg. “Y/N. Please. Don’t go. Gimme a sec,” he said. You didn’t know what to do, but you gave him the few seconds to catch his breath. “Fuck. Hi!” he beamed then, and pulled you into a hug. It was familiar and you wanted to cry. You held onto him harder than you wanted to. He started to talk, but didn’t let you go. “What happened? Where did you go? You can’t leave now. If Van finds out you were here. Come on, you have to come back.” He broke the hug and took your hand. You pulled your arm away from him.

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Another great Submission for all you perverts...

I’m leaving work and walking to my car. I’m about to open my door when I’m pressed up against my car. Immediately there’s a hand over my mouth and an arm squeezing me, pinning my arms to my sides. I struggle, but he’s strong – far too strong for me to have a chance but that doesn’t stop me. His feet slide between mine and push them wide. He spins me around and I glance a van before something covers my eyes. I’m blindfolded, gagged, picked up, and placed in what I can only assume is the van. I can hear men talking as we drive somewhere. Their hands are under my shirt and up my skirt. I’m wet from the touches even though I don’t want to be. I struggle, but they slap me and pin me. One whispers in my ear to keep quiet and be a good girl. Suddenly we stop, and I hear the door slide open. It’s hot here, but I still can’t see. I’m dragged from the van and my shirt ripped open, exposing my naked breasts. My wrists are tied to something above my head, and I feel my skirt and panties forced off of me. I can hear them breathing as they circle me. A slap to my breasts, a pinch to my nipples, a hard spank on my ass all cause me to cry out. I’m whimpering as they call me their slut.
“You know you want this.”
“Go ahead and cry, slut”
“You don’t have any idea what I’m going to do to you. Just you wait.”

Then I’m lifted by fingers forced into me. My cunt is dripping. Why does my body want this? They laugh and mock me for my wet pussy, calling me a slut. I cry out as one of them thrusts deep his thick, hard cock into me. I feel my hands released from above. I gasp but choke as a cock fills my mouth. I can't​ see; I can’t breathe; I can only feel myself being used and thrust into over and over again. Finally I’m allowed a breath, but I breathe in wet and salty as cum covers my face. I can feel the tears and snot run down as another cock fills me and stretches my throat. My cunt is throbbing. I’m about to cum when he pulls out.
“You don’t get to cum, slut. Not yet. This isn’t for you. You are ours.”
I’m lowered onto a cock bigger than I’ve felt. Every thrust has my eyes rolling back. I know they would mock me if they could see how I wanted it – how I enjoyed it. I don’t know who this is, but his giant cock is driving me mad with pleasure. My cunt is throbbing and dripping. I can feel that I’m about to cum, but I suddenly fall back from that edge as I gag with cum running down my throat. Finally my mouth is empty. I’m covered in cum. I’m bent over, and I hear someone spit and then hot liquid run down my back and over my ass. I feel something hard against me, and then I scream as my ass is raped. I’m so full, I’m too full. My body betrays me, and I scream as I cum around two dicks.
I lose track of my body and my being. I can’t tell how many men are using me. I am only a toy for their enjoyment. Holes to be filled and fucked. I don’t want to love it, but my body tells me that I do. My pussy is wet, my nipples are hard, my back arches, and my throat releases moans when it isn’t being fucked. And I cum again…and again…and again…and again. So many, in fact, that they begin to run into each other and I’ve lost count.
I don’t know how long it goes on, but I slowly realize when it’s stopped. My body is too tired. I feel myself being lifted, feel the van move underneath me, and then finally the cold cement as I’m placed on the ground outside my car. I jerk as my keys are dropped on the ground an inch from my face, and I hear the van drive off. Naked still and covered in cum, I climb into my car.

An amazing submission. Thank you for your sick and twisted little fantasy.

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