not because its hard or easy to get lost or anything

Side to Side

Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2465

Warning(s): Some swear words, slight smut (Nothing crazy but it goes there)

Requests: I have like 10 followers so like none of you pay attention to me (jk jk you guys are cool)

Song: Side to Side  (duh) by Ariana Grande

Author’s Note: This is kinda crap but I’m totally obsessed with Tom Holland and Spider-Man Homecoming so come on this wild ride and be trash with me! Give me feedback please I promise I’ll get to it in like 10 years

Summary: Reader and Peter (slant rhyme woo) are friends and both on the Avengers. They’re training in the gym and things get s t e a m y…

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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Steve x Reader

Summary: What does the color pink stand for?

Word Count: +2.8k | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. Oral sex (f receiving), one nsfw gif (directly under the cut) UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang before you bang, bitches)  

A/N: so, i wrote some kinks that Steve may have and i just had to write this down, ugh. show me some love, give me some feedback. and this is my first time writing steve x reader smut, so go easy on me

Masterlist here

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ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)

pairing: jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings: smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok
words: 15,413
summary: your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

» pt 1 :: pt 2 ::

a/n: my blood sweat and tears omgg! Thank you guys!!

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NHL!Bitty, Part XII -  ‘A Stanley Cup Wedding’

The Schooners win game seven and dethrone the defending champion Falconers to claim Seattle’s first national title. 

Eric was definitely not expecting Jack to propose immediately after losing.

(A rework of the ‘Game 7 PVD vs SEA’ prompt that totally retcons some NHL!Bitty stuff, so timeline-wise: the Falconers took the cup Eric’s second year with the Schooners. The Schooners win the following season.)

NHL!Bitty Masterpost

Game Seven. Third period. Eric’s running on adrenaline, blue Gatorade, and rage.

Jack and the rest of the Falconers first line are racing to catch up, but Eric is ‘criminally fast’ (thank you ESPN for the lovely descriptor), and it’s almost too easy to whip the puck to Carter and wait for the siren.

Snowy can’t stop it. The Schooners will win in regulation. 

For a brief, terrifying moment, Eric sees Morin’s breakaway as the death knell of his relationship. He has flashes of Freshman year and he thinks ‘Jack is going to hate me’.

Eric closes his eyes and waits.

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The Cartel (Master List)


It’s 1970′s Florida and the most wicked cartel on the eastern seaboard is at the peak of crime and thievery. Each member designed to execute exactly what they’re meant to - each a cog inside Byun Baekhyun’s well-oiled machine. Every king needs a court though; a worthy entourage to ensure his continued power. In order to deal the cleanest product, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty.

Byun Baekhyun, The Head. Smooth, meticulous, nary a word or hair out of place. Holds nothing dearer than the empire he built with his own two hands - except for the one woman who could bring it all crashing down. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - [Fire ]

Originally posted by luedeer

Kim Minseok, The Pimp. Anything you need done - and done right - you go to Minseok. His hands are everywhere, he knows everything and he’s often the first face you see in the cartel. He also might be your last.

One Shot by @rudeboywonho - [Danger Within]

Originally posted by addtidathida

Kim Jongin, The Diversion. Charm, wit and the face of an angel. Jongin is a man eyes can’t help but be drawn towards. He’ll flirt, he’ll smile - all while quietly robbing you blind. Fond of racing, women and loose morals - you know where there’s Jongin, Yixing can’t be too far behind.

One Shot by @kimnamwho[Momentum]

Originally posted by kittihun

Zhang Yixing, The Eyes. When asked why he likes the dark so much, he just says that he does. Simple. Really, it’s because it’s easy to forget your rules when you think no one is watching, or remembering you in the morning but he’s seen you. He’s seen you and, oh - does he remember all your secrets. 

One Shot by @eradikeats-writes - [Shortwave]

Originally posted by 305heaux

Oh Sehun, The Greaser. Better at fixing cars than people, Sehun is the man to know when your vehicle needs to be at the top of its game. Full of sarcastic remarks, random car facts and long gazes - he’s usually found elbow-deep in a machine, a dirty rag tucked into his back pocket. You need a car that’s fast, sexy and damn-near impossible to catch? Oh Sehun’s got you covered. 

One Shot by @imdifferentshadesofpurple - [Accélérer]

Originally posted by lullabyun

Do Kyungsoo, The Fed. Because every respectable cartel needs an inside man. He can bust the operation in a matter of minutes, but when the price is right you’ll find a significant amount of evidence lost. The FBI agent with a promising future, only to be dragged down for the sake of his family. But let’s not judge him too hard - a man’s got to eat, after all. 

One Shot by @def-initely-soul - [Artifex]

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Park Chanyeol, The Bruiser.  If his name doesn’t strike fear into your heart, you haven’t had the chance to meet him face to face. As the muscle of the operations, Chanyeol has one job and one job only: protect Byun Baekhyun. No one so much as looks at the Head without Chanyeol saying so. 

One Shot by @the-porcelain-doll-xo - [THE WEEK OF 8/22 - 8/28]

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek

Kim Junmyeon, The Cleaner. In a group as hot-headed as this, it’s easy for members to forget themselves and leave a trail. Junmyeon is one who makes their problems disappear, who erases them to nothing more than lemon and bleach. When a member wakes up on a boat, stranded with only a snowshoe crab for company - who’s the man that they call? Junmyeon. 

One Shot by @igot7bangtanbaes - [THE WEEK OF 8/29 - 9/4]

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Kim Jongdae, The Money. Years ago, Jongdae was just another analyst on Wall Street. These days, it’s rare to see him without his Bugatti or penthouse view. In charge of the numbers, analysis and all things paper - Jongdae is the one who protects their funds. Just in case this life of crime should ever come crashing down around them. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - [THE WEEK OF 9/5 - 9/10]  

Originally posted by dragonkick

home after rain

blue orchids short story

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: too much fluff.. too much cute
word count: 3.986
author’s note: surprise! \o/ I honestly have no idea how or why this happened. yesterday I just… started writing, and here we are, a few thousand words later. also, bear in mind that this is a sequel to blue orchids, so you need to read that one first if you want to understand this short piece. hope you all enjoy!

This story is set six years into the future within Blue Orchids’ universe.

The sun rays are melting on your skin. It has been a while since the skies opened up like this, leaving the sun bare to the living, its warmth a pleasant gift after days of storm and gloom. The sand under your legs and feet is, fortunately, not scorching — not yet, at least. The early morning is still warming up to the pristine sun, and the salty winds of the beach are still a strange mixture of the growing heatwave and the remnants of past iciness.

You cannot remember the last time you visited the beach, but it does not feel foreign or uncomfortable. It feels like you belong, mind at peace and body molding to the sand as your extended legs allow your toes to brush against the gentle waves that break and ebb away, water still too chilly to enjoy at its fullest.

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ASTRO’S True Debut

After talking with @sanhatation​ and @moon-hyuks​ for.. a couple of hours(?), we cracked the code.

Hide & Seek: So the girl and ASTRO are in two separate realities.  This is marked by the change of saturation between the two.  Anywhere ASTRO is, it’s overly saturated.  Anywhere the girl is, it’s rather dull in comparison.  The girl can’t directly interact with ASTRO and vice versa.  She only can interact with ASTRO through mirrors and shadows.  At the end of the music video, the girl wakes up.  She was only dreaming about ASTRO.  ASTRO were part of her dream.

Breathless: ASTRO are soda bottles.  They’re with the girl and they’re influenced by her.  If the cooler tips over, ASTRO falls.  If the cooler is shaken, ASTRO is also.  However, ASTRO still cannot directly interact with the girl.  At the end of the music video, ASTRO wakes up.  ASTRO were dreaming of the girl that once dreamed of them.

Confession: ASTRO and the girl are now together.  Both of them have direct influence on each other.  ASTRO makes the girl happy and keeps her company, the girl can put ASTRO in situations (like making them holding tennis rackets and then take them away, for example).  At the end, it appears that the girl is leaving ASTRO.  ASTRO were never real to her anyway.  They were drawings, hopes and dreams of a perfect boy projected into a drawing.

The more ASTRO and the girl could communicate, the more real ASTRO became.  Or did they?

To Be Continued:  The name doesn’t make sense.  What does “to be continued” have to do with what happened in the show?

If you think about it, it really doesn’t have anything to do with it.  What’s being continued?  Nothing.  This is where the drama ends, leading off to ASTRO’s debut.

The girl woke up in Hide&Seek.  ASTRO weren’t actually with her.  ASTRO were a figment of her imagination, and she wasn’t actually with them.  In Breathless, ASTRO were the one to wake up.  The girl was a figment of ASTRO’s imagination, and there wasn’t actually a girl.  Nobody really seemed to wake up in Confession, but ASTRO were just dreams to the girl anyway.  ASTRO has never been an object in reality.

But what about the new song, the new concept, which is a direct continuation of Confession?

For the teaser photos of 붙잡았아여해 (Should’ve Held On), you might have noticed the mattress in the bathroom.

What do you do on a mattress?  You sleep.  ASTRO is saying that they “should’ve held on” to this dream, because once they wake up (once they become famous and wake up from this perfect dream their careers have been so far), things might change.

ASTRO being with the girl has never been real from the beginning.  In Hide&Seek, they were in the imagination of the girl.  In Breathless, the girl was in their imagination.  In Confession, they were the hopes and dreams of someone.  ASTRO have been dreaming of these girls, of their fans, of their first loves, but none of it is real.  Not until now, until Should’ve Held On.

ASTRO are waking up.  For the last year, over a year, since To Be Continued, ASTRO have been asleep.  They’ve been dreaming about AROHA, wanting to meet AROHA, their fans, wanting to experience that first love with AROHA.  They haven’t been able to, though.  They’ve been dreaming about the experience.

This wasn’t ASTRO’s true debut.  It was a dream.  (It was a debut, but hold on, don’t get lost yet.)

In To Be Continued, ASTRO goes to the past, back to when they were high school students.  In Hide&Seek and Confession, they wear school uniforms.  Up until this point, every comeback has been in the past.

At the end of To Be Continued, what happens?  ASTRO debuts, but it’s with a concept quite different from Hide&Seek.  Surely when this was filmed, ASTRO knew they were going to debut.  They might not have known when, but Fantagio must have.  Agencies do tend to plan very far in advance.  Even ASTRO was surprised by their debut concept being Hide&Seek.  It was so different from what they did up until that point.

The following is an excerpt from XP Star Shot’s article “ Debuting with a Bright Concept? We Couldn’t Have Imagined It”

Let’s now speak truthfully. Did you think that you were gonna be debuting this zesty?
Before debuting, I couldn’t imagine that we’d be coming out with this kind of image. Big Bang, BTS, etc., we covered a lot songs with a strong concept when we were trainees. We never really tried soft and cute so at the beginning when they played the song for us at the company saying, “You guys will be debuting with this kind of song,” I was really shocked. Since it was of a completely different feel. I remember how hard conveying ourselves and making (the right) facial expressions was.

That’s because they’ve been practicing and finding themselves for the last year and a half.  They haven’t made their true debut, the debut that comes at the end of To Be Continued.

ASTRO have debuted.  They had Hide&Seek with Spring Up, Breathless with Summer Vibes, etc., but none of it was real.  ASTRO’s true concept, their true “debut” concept, is still to come.  But they’ve already done their debut. The debut that happens at the end of To Be Continued is still in the future from right now.  

ASTRO have been practicing.  When they debut with their true concept, their next album (after Winter Dreams), then they will be awake from the dream they’ve been in the last 4 albums.

If the “debut” in To Be Continued is in the future from now…

Eunwoo would be right.  They have  done it before.  They have debuted already, but they’re still nervous because this would be a true debut.

In To Be Continued, MJ even talks about reality being cruel.  ASTRO’s reality up until this point hasn’t been cruel.  They have a very successful career as rookies.  MJ knows reality is cruel.

But Saeron has comforting words to offer.

If you look at ASTRO where they are right now, in 2017, they are prepared for the future.  They might not be the most well known group out there, but they are prepared.  They know how music shows work, they know how to promote their album, they know how to treat each other and how to treat fans.  They have been preparing ever since Hide&Seek.

TL;DR: ASTRO have been preparing, dreaming, up until this point.  Nothing has been real.  Their dreams (Spring Up, Summer Vibes, and Autumn Story) have been easy.  Now they’re waking up from those dreams (Winter Dream).  They’re been prepared since the beginning, and once they’re awake, they can truly live with their fans and first loves and experience reality.

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…“But if that’s true, they should be extra double going to yoga classes. Why is the less violent gender the one learning all the emotional self regulation?
Because women are expected to regulate the emotions of men as well as themselves. They have to sharpen their emotional regulation skillz because they’ll be regulating for two even when they’re not pregnant. This has been a thing that’s starting to get noticed in feminist circles; the concept of unpaid emotional labor that women are expected to supply. This takes many forms (and I’ve written about this before) and at its most benign looks like listening, support and empathy. However, as it becomes more noxious, women are expected to read the emotions men and proactively protect them from their own negative emotions.
In my personal life, I remember a man telling me that women should reject men’s sexual advances in a way that won’t hurt the man’s feelings. And, that sounds reasonable on first glance. However, unfortunately, honest communication of the feelings “I am not sexually attracted to you” is considered hurtful to most men. So, women are forced to not communicate their honest feelings in order to protect the man from feeling anything bad.
For me, this need to protect men from the truth of my reality if it will hurt them has extended so deeply that I have laughed off sexual assault so that I would not hurt the feelings of the man who assaulted me. At great personal cost, I should add. A few years after that, I asked someone out, and was rejected by them and that experience split me wide open. Yes, being rejected was painful, but it was nothing — nothing — compared to the pain I absorbed trying to save men from the pain of rejection. Being rejected by someone I had a crush on led to my being sad for a few months. My absorbing sexual harassment from men so they wouldn’t have to face rejection led to years of flashbacks, depression, and an inability to work in my chosen profession.

Instead of learning how to take a rejection gracefully, men will claim women should “let them down easy.” It comes right down to that Margaret Atwood quote “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” Men are so terrified of being laughed at, rejected or absorbing indignity in any way that they demand women risk physical violence so they don’t have to face the pain of rejection.
This is an unfair trade, and one that women only make because historically men have had power over us. If you need to rely on a male income for your livelihood, you have to make sure your presence improves the lived experience of your husband. Otherwise, he might kick you to the curb and you’d be fucked. Even now, with a continued disparity in earning potential, women will often manage male emotions so that a woman can be assured of material support by providing emotional value to her partner. Often, this goes beyond the conscious recognition of the men who receive it.
I remember one of my male friends was a complete wreck during his divorce. He relied on me so much emotionally after he lost the support of his wife (wanting to talk with me, wanting to cuddle with me, etc.) that I completely started to break down. I had to set some hard limits (like, not seeing him for a week) that didn’t go over very well. Our friendship was severely strained until he started seeing a dominatrix whose demands included health conscious things like getting him to quit smoking and going gluten free. What I see now, in retrospect, is that this dominatrix did a bunch of the emotional management he had received from his wife, and that I was not willing to provide. Ultimately, my friend got a new girlfriend (who he’s now married to) and stopped seeing his dom.”


When you dream like Ronan can, you get to be a light sleeper.

It’s so late it’s early on an autumn morning when he hears the soft sweep of his bedroom door opening.  It’s an unmistakeable sound, not like the skittering of something he might have pulled from sleep, which means that he doesn’t reach for the knife he has stashed under his pillow.  Habit makes his heart pick up its pace anyway, frenetic against the cage of his ribs for a long moment.

For a moment he thinks it’s Blue, but Blue isn’t that tall and doesn’t walk like that.  She also smells like sweet pastry and something floral, not like gasoline and cold air, like Adam Parrish does.  

Adam Parrish, who is breaking in Ronan’s room on a school night, puts his arm out for Chainsaw when she makes her low croak and flutters across the room to him through the pitch dark.  She lands on his forearm, scrabbling for balance in a way that must at least leave marks.  Ronan is familiar with the feeling; he’s added a few new scars high on his shoulder.

She mutters something to Adam very quietly, reaching out to run her beak along the hem of his shirt at his shoulder.  There isn’t anything quite so familiar as watching Chainsaw interact with Ronan’s friends, like a black feathery version of himself, except with less knowledge of social boundaries.  Adam puts up with her fussing for a moment before moving his arm so she hops off onto the desk.

“S’up,” Ronan says rather than asks, his voice a sleepy rasp.  Adam doesn’t respond, but he does come close enough to slump with his back against the edge of Ronan’s mattress inside the curve of Ronan’s body where he’s lying on his side. “You can get in.”

“Yes,” Adam agrees, but makes no move to join Ronan on the mattress.

“Hate to be the one to point this out,” Ronan says, after a minute. “But aren’t you meant to be in Massachusetts right now?”

“Observant,” Adam mutters. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“What, yesterday night?” It’s an eleven hour drive, give or take, between Harvard and here. Ronan can say that with great certainty, because he’s made it more than once.

Adam shrugs tightly, shoulders shrinking up to his ears and then dropping sharp and final. “For a while.”

“So you drove to Virginia.” It isn’t a question. 

“Are you enjoying stating the obvious?” He sounds annoyed, now.

“Just clarifying,” Ronan replies, with a turn of amusement. “I know how you feel about assumptions.”

Around them, the Barns are quiet with a hush that the two of them can barely break, supernatural in its totality. This moment, with just them, feels very small amidst that. 

Ronan reaches out and curls a hand around Adam’s nape, feeling the heat of his skin and the delicate shifts of his heart. Quietude that isn’t found in the house of prayer is something new to him, in a way, something he’s still learning. Adam, for all his driven purpose, is a good teacher.

“I’m tired,” Adam says, eventually.

“Get in the bed, then,” Ronan replies, unimpressed.

“No,” Adam corrects. “I’m tired.”

That, Ronan can understand. That bare-boned exhaustion that goes deeper than pain, deeper than the body itself, something that sinks in its teeth and holds hard. He’s lived it, he knows Adam has too, but he wishes, intrinsically and inescapably, that they don’t have to live like that anymore.

Life doesn’t work like that, for people like them.

Ronan murmurs, “Yikes.”  His tone somehow manages to be vaguely sympathetic and derisive at the same time.  It’s a talent.

“Yikes,” Adam echoes. He sounds like he’s smirking. He reaches up and peels Ronan’s hand from his neck, examining it like it’s a foreign thing. As ever, his careful regard is its own creature.

“I’ll offer you a deal,” Ronan suggests. “You get into bed and try for a half hour to sleep, and if that doesn’t work we’ll get up and do something.”

“Do what?”

“Shoot hoops, I don’t know. Fuck sake, Parrish.”

“Like you’ve ever done that in living memory, Raven boy,” Adam says. “Move over.”

“Hard sell,” Ronan says, but does as Adam orders. Adam toes off his sneakers and shoves off his jeans before shoving underneath the covers. The two of them fit together familiar, awkwardly shaped with their sharp elbows and jutting stubborn chins and everything else unused to giving ground but still, somehow, managing to anyway.

Adam empties a breath into the pillow and Ronan’s shoulder, slow. His hand presses over Ronan’s heart. He doesn’t make it five minutes. Ronan, lost in the fragility of Adam’s skull curved in his palm and the easy slump of his limbs, breathes until he follows Adam down.

It’s not the answer, to sleep. It’s just a start.

Heart on the Line (part 12)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1223
warnings: phone sex, masturbation

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Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

  • ❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜
  • ❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜
  • ❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜
  • ❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜
  • ❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜
  • ❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜
  • ❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜
  • ❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜
  • ❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜
  • ❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜
  • ❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜
  • ❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜
  • ❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜
  • ❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜
  • ❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜
  • ❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜
  • ❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜
  • ❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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Things to remember before starting the school year:

These might not work for everyone but they’re worth a shot.

·        Always have a positive mindset. I know it can be hard sometimes but trust me, it’s worth it. I did this for my first year of university and it actually made a difference for me.

·        Your grades don’t define you or how smart you are.

·        Always give it your all, that’s what’s important.

·        When things get too much take a break. Especially if you’re stressed. Spend some time with family & friends or simply do something you love.

·        Don’t neglect yourself. Self care is highly important.

·        Write everything that you need to do in a notebook or on your phone so that you don’t forget anything. ( Homework, exam & quiz dates, presentations, etc )

·        Take notes in class and write them in your own way.

·        Don’t let what people say get to you.

·        Get enough sleep.

·        Stay hydrated! I often forgot how important this was and it affected me at some point. Get yourself a water bottle and keep it with you at all times.

·        If your school/university has a clinic that has a telephone number (mine does) make sure you add it on your phone. I never thought I’d need it but one day I did and thankfully it was there. Better to be safe than sorry.

·        Remember to eat! When you’re free and even when you have short breaks between classes.

·        Try making a few friends in each class. Always helps in the long run.

·        Try joining a club? Not everyone’s cup of tea but explore what they have, you might like something!

·        Don’t over study. It’s just going to make you tired.

·        Don’t be afraid if you get lost or don’t know what to do. Many other people are in the same situation.

·        Also, never be afraid to ask for help from others.

·        Try to expand your friends group. Having many friends on campus can help you a lot!

·        Don’t compare yourself to others. You aren’t them. You don’t have the same goals or ambitions. You do you. Always.

·        Get to know your dean and advisors. They help A LOT when things get tough or hectic.

·        Work hard from the first day.

·        Make a schedule to make things easier.

·        Professors are going to stress you out so damn much but remember the student before you could survive, and so can you.

·        Don’t base your course choice on what people say. Pick a course YOU want to take. Don’t go for something because everyone says its easy and don’t avoid it because some people said it was hard.

·        And lastly, the first week is bound to be a mess and that’s okay, because we’ve all gone through it (you should have seen me when I first joined university) everything will fix itself eventually.

Hope I could help you guys. I start my second year of university next month so I needed to remember all these :D

If you need any help at all feel free to send me an ask or comment on this post I’d be happy to help as much as I can! <3

Disney films that are *actually* underrated

Treasure Plant

If you already know me, you could probably guess that this would be on the list considering I never shut up about it.

This film flopped at the box office, but I’m honestly not sure why? It has absolutely gorgeous animation. Like, they could have gone with a palette of grays and blues like most scifi films do, but Treasure Planet actually has a large color palette, especially when it comes to the scenery. It shows off all the beautiful colors of space instead of making everything chrome against a dark backdrop. There are likable characters, including a an anti-hero, disabled pirate, a female Naval Captain that’s a total no-nonsense badass, and a sulky teenager. Arguably one of the darkest films Disney has done in the last twenty years. Disabled main character with only one eye, one arm, and one leg. Literally all of the character designs are gorgeous. The plot is a little boring at times, but it’s fairly easy to get lost in the world that’s been created.

Plus, we get visuals like this!

Brother Bear

Brother Bear was another box office flop but this one also had rather negative reviews. The early 2000′s was not kind to Disney animation. 

Yes, it does have a transformation plot, which I know is kind of iffy depending on the person, but overall it’s a great film. The music is amazing, bless Phil Collins signing onto another Disney project. The characters are great, I don’t think there were any I didn’t like except maybe the moose (because as an adult I don’t find them as funny as I did as a child, but I don’t really dislike them either). The relationship between the brothers was amazingly done. Usually when people want to talk about animated sibling relationships, they mention Lilo and Stitch, which is also great, but I really like how the brothers interact in Brother bear. They’re all closer in age (which is like my sister and me, so I can connect with it more), and I think that worked well when they added in the anger and grief and self-blame in the story.

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

There’s not really much I can say about this one, because truthfully I’ve only seen it a handful of times. Something about it kind of freaked me out as a child (I think it was that giant leviathan creature that attacked their submarine thing????), and I only recently found my old VHS player and haven’t had the time to watch it again.

Atlantis has it all. A beautiful world. Well-rounded, interesting characters. A romance that didn’t feel ridiculously forced. The voice talents of Michael J. Fox, Cree Summer, and Leonard Nimoy. A balances of a more adult plotline, while still retaining a kid friendly atmosphere.

Unfortunately, it does lack some coherency in the plot, and because of it’s fast-paced nature, there isn’t a lot of time for character development. The creators also borrowed a lot of elements from the Ghibli film castle in the Sky, but ultimately it’s still a great film visually speaking.

(PS: it was hard to pick a screencap that shows how visually stunning this film is. So much blue.)

The Black Cauldron

Honestly, The Black Cauldron is one of my favorite Disney films, but I can recognize that it has a lot of problems story wise. As in, they tried to stick the contents of two full length novels into an 80 minute film. Yeah, it didn’t work. The characters are interesting, albeit under-developed, visually it’s very beautiful, and it has just the right amount of creepy to give 5 year old me nightmares as a child (the Horned King was a brilliant concept). The author of the book series the Chronicles of Prydain, which the film is based on, found the film enjoyable on its own, but admitted it didn’t follow the books well. It was also another box office flop, making $21.3 million in revenue, which was less than half of the budget to make the film. This is the film that Disney pretends they didn’t make and is frequently referred to as the “worst Disney film” however we all know that that right belongs to films like Home on the Range, Chicken Little, and Mars Needs Moms.

There is speculation that Disney has plans to make a live action series based on the original books, so fingers crossed!

Robin Hood

It’s underrated, but I can kind of tell why. Everyone already knows the story of Robin Hood, because there’s at least ten different films and TV series about the guy. He’s been on OUaT, and there was a parody movie with Cary Elwes!

The animation is, decent, but not great, but the budged was only 5 million, so??? Meaning that a lot of the characters action were redrawn from previous films such as The Jungle Book and Aristocats. However, this was pretty common in old Disney films because the animators were paid for shit and it’s not plagiarism if you’re ripping off yourself. It is a little sloppy though.

Either way, it’s still a decent film. The songs were fun and had a delightfully folk sound to them, if you’re into that! The characters are pretty cute, the story is straight forward, and there’s not actually anything to really dislike about the film. It’s just a silly comedy that has it’s ups and downs.


I don’t even know what to say about this film other than it’s gorgeous and no one ever talks about it. Like, this is the first true Disney film that relies entirely on CGI. No Pixar involvement. Just Disney and CGI. This is the most successful film of 2000 and I’ve never heard people talk about it even though it has great characters, an interesting story, and great visuals.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

While I personally don’t believe Hunchback is all that underrated (I usually see it in just about every top 10 or 20 list), it’s still a great film that deserves more praise than it gets.

Hunchback is beautiful, inspiring, dark, has excellent morals, amazing characters amazing music.It’s basically the complete package of everything you could want in a Disney film and it’s enjoyable for all ages.

The only thing I didn’t like about this film was the gargoyles and it’s kind of implied that they’re more like imaginary friends instead of real creatures, so they get a pass.

Write me another story

Write me a world where Love is to Love, not blood and quarreling and bitterness

Write me a world where a Godfather is worth more than an aunt who neither cares nor loves

Write a world with justice

Write me a world where someone stopped to listen to Sirius Black.

Write us a world where Mad-eye stood up for Sirius’ chance to defend himself because “it doesn’t matter how it looks, dammit, vigilance goes both ways, you watch your back against the people you fight with but you watch their backs too” where Minerva trusted her gut “I don’t know, Albus, remember those boys…” where Dumbledore used his political clout and paid attention and made a difference

Write me a world where there was time in the rejoicing of the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat to stop and, not recoiling in horror from betrayal and murder and a decimated corpse, locking it up and throwing away the key, to take it and examine it and think for a second before destroying another life

Write me a world where a young man, terrified and heartbroken and completely lost, is handed a new world and a tiny human life as he walks out of Ministry security

Write me a world where a one-year-old laughs for the first time in a week when he sees his godfather, who comes for dinner every thursday night and throws him highest in the air - even higher than daddy - where is daddy - begins to whimper then laughs again when Sirius picks him out of Minerva’s arms

Write me a Deep Magic written into a stronger, stranger, older bond than DNA, a Dumbledore who sits his old pupil down in his office (with Snape - eyes red and face haggard - and Minerva and Flitwick standing behind) and sits down between them on the desk this child who wraps one tiny chubby hand around one of each of their fingers and grips tight; A Dumbledore who explains as best he can to an exhausted starving 21-year-old “Sirius, Harry’s mother gave her life for son… you are his Godfather and the one they both loved the most, will you love Harry like they did, will you protect him? Because I believe -” And a Sirius Black who cannot shut up (Sirius Black never could shut up), who blurts “YES yes of course please Dumbledore let me look after him, he’s mine now, its my job - I’m sorry I should have - my fault, it’s my (Minerva steps forward and lifts a hand towards his shoulder - he cannot stop saying my fault since it happened) - and, when Harry starts to whine again at the distress in his voice - “dear Merlin he’s soaking why has no-one changed him yet, I’m sorry, lil’ man -” (and Minerva lets the hand fall).

Write me a new visitor at the Weasleys’ that night, because “really, Sirius, you can’t keep him there now the place is freezing and trust me dearie I’ve got seven already one more bottle won’t make a difference now go and have a shower and NO I won’t hear of it you are STAYING THE NIGHT now look Bill dear, yes, he’s Harry, you’re right, no, a bit younger than Ron, I think, that’s right Sirius dear isn’t it, he’s…” but Sirius has already gone for a shower and the hot water rushes down his back like pure relief that finally, finally, here’s something like normality and finally, finally, he lets himself cry for his best friends, for his brother, for one more orphan in the world.

Write me a broken man with red eyes and a child who is only happy because he doesn’t understand, but a boiled egg is the best thing either of them could have possibly seen on that night.

Write me a Remus who appears in the middle of the chaos which is egg-and-soldiers-night at the Weasleys’ with a bang that sends the children shrieking and grabs his friend and hugs him tight “damn you damnyoudamnyoutohell Black don’t you ever ever do that to me again where’s Harry” and they both break down again and Molly scolds him for swearing and makes them a cup of tea and Arthur chases the children up to bed and they all sit down in the living room and take stock of this new world and try to tell themselves that now the children will grow up safe, that this is what Prongs and Lily were fighting for.

Write me a Minerva who goes to the Potters’ - and a Hagrid who absolutely insists on ‘helping her’ - and extracts what she can from the rubble and grim-facedly leaved the rest with the wizards who’ve come to begin the clearout and they bring Harry’s cot and blanket (miraculously, somehow, only just a little singed) to the Weasleys’ that very night. Write me a Sirius Black who holds a cup of tea (he never somehow found it in himself to tell Molly he really doesn’t care for tea) tight between his hands and begins to realise slowly (and it will be a slow, slow realisation, but eventually he will get there) that he’s not alone. Write me a Sirius who is exhausted and lost and angry and scared and sad and a room a little too full up of friends and family, and write me hope.

Write me a Harry who smiles a big grin full of exactly three teeth at Kreacher and a Sirius who swallows hard and resolves that this joyful little person won’t grow up in a house full of hate like he did. Write me a master and house-elf who gradually gradually learn to tolerate each other, over many years and with many a bitten-back word.

Write me a Remus who comes over most nights and spends periods living with his friend and their boy, who helps, with Kreacher a bit (he knows what it’s like to be ignored and marginalized and shunned and if Kreacher knew what Remus really was who knows what he’d say, but there’s something between them nonetheless), with Harry more (here, Padfoot, let me read to him - oh Moony thank Merlin I swear one more time through ‘Percy and his bloody purple wand’ and I’ll” - “ok, shh, give him here, come on Harry-my-lad…” ) and with Sirius a lot. Write me friends who help each other heal, and get used to Muggles confusing them for a couple with a son, and the varied reactions and bizarre questions that entails, and when Remus’ mother finally quietly passes away, he moves in for real. Write me a Remus who insists that he cannot take his friend’s charity, and even with all James’ money in trust for Harry and for Sirius as his guardian and all the Black family fortune going to waste will not be convinced until Sirius reaches out and takes his friend’s hand in both of his and says Remus I need you here - and Remus scoffed because Sirius was always such a drama queen and it’s been long enough now that they can joke about this - but at the same time, it’s not quite a joke, and Remus doesn’t suggest leaving after that.

Write me every Sunday lunch at the Weasleys and Harry round to be babysat whenever Sirius has something to take care of or needs time to himself, and Molly trying to teach Sirius how to change a nappy and realising it’s completely unnecessary because who really thinks Lily Potter would have had Sirius hanging about in her house twice a week hyping up her boy and not making himself useful in the slightest, of course he’d have learnt how to change a nappy.

Write me a Minerva who comes by frequently and has Harry to tea at Hogwarts every so often when he gets a bit older, for James and Lily’s sake and to check that young Black isn’t raising too much of a ragamuffin - and for the most part, she and Molly and Remus between them manage a healthy level of manners in a fairly ordinary 6,8,11-year-old boy.

Write me a Harry and Ron who grow up together, an extra slim (but never skinny) dark-haired, pale (but never unhealthily so) brother to an unruly pack of seven, an overgrown garden to race toy brooms in, gnomes to be bitten by and a mother to scold all her children indiscriminately.

Write me a Sirius who comes to collect his godson in time to stay for tea and Molly who says “look there now Sirius!” and Sirius looks out and sees his boy - easy to spot out of among the five gingers fighting over a broom - break away from the group and jump and swing the old cleansweep under him before he hits the ground and zoom away around the treetops laughing “no hands Fred you gnome-end-sucker!” and Sirius feels something sharp clench in his heart because he looks so like James (and James is never ever going to do that stupid move ever again) so it’s grief, fresh as the first month, but also he is six, how can he already do that jump thing? so it’s also pride and, scariest of all he is six, that language - and he finds there are tears streaming down his cheeks and he can’t speak too well and Molly just sits him down and gives another of her interminable cups of tea (he doesn’t mind them so much now) and pats him on the shoulder, and he glances up and sees that there are tears in the corners of her eyes, too. But he drinks the tea and it passes and by the time the children come in complaining about something and clamouring for cake there’s no sign of anything amiss.

Write me a Harry who grows up with a godfather who makes mistakes, who cries and shakes some nights with flashbacks that overtake him, who never had good parents of his own and isn’t too sure what they look like exactly, but damned if he won’t do all that he can for his friend’s boy - and not even his friends’ boy, either, his boy, his Harry, because really, in the end, what is a godson but a son by another name, and what is blood but love? Write me a Harry who grew up with stories of his parents from anyone who would tell them, pictures around the house (Sirius wonders whether to black Peter out of them, but this house has had enough blacked-out faces, and that was the best part of his life, after all) and no real family, but plenty enough friends to be getting on with.

Write me parties at Christmas with the old Order and their children because if there’s one season Sirius will make an effort for its Christmas and Grimmuld Place is the best venue for things like this. Write me a house too big for just two lads, but more often than not it’s three, (eventually permanently three) and sometimes more, (Hagrid fills up a room himself, every so often in the holidays) and Sirius is never ever used to how much noise and life one 9-year-old boy can instill in the gloomiest of houses, and surely he never had this much energy? (On reflection, yes, he did, definitely, probably more).

Write me a Dumbledore who watches and waits and prays - very un-wizardly habit, that, but he always had his eccentricities - and hopes. He hopes he is right and he hopes against hope that it will never be necessary to test his theories and Voldemort will never return and he hopes that nothing will change. He hopes that he was right to make the choices he did. But when Harry arrives at Hogwarts at the age of 11, healthy and happy and loved, with someone to hug him goodbye at the station and a friend to sit with on the carriage already and a “yes!” fistpump when the hat shouts “GRYFFINDOR!” which - though he will never ever know it, who is to tell him? - is exactly the same gesture his father made when he received the same sorting twenty years ago - when he sits down with a little bit of overawed wonder in the green eyes, which is exactly how his mother looked, and waves to Hagrid, and turns to speak to the bushy-brown-haired girl next to him because she looks even more scared than he feels and Remus told him he should look for someone who looks like that and say hello, and starts to tell her what he plans to write home to his godfather about, and what will she write to her parents, he knows they’ll be so excited to hear about all of this I mean LOOK at it, look at Hogwarts, isn’t this GREAT? (and the very tense Muggle-born girl is relaxed enough to listen to someone else for the first time since Neville introduced himself on the train) - Dumbledore smiles. He won’t know how his choices pan out, and he won’t know what the future holds - but right now (and Minerva, watching the Sorting but with a smile to spare for her young Harry James, so grown up, agrees) it seems like the best that could have been.

Up and down

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: It´s a hot summer day on set and Yoongi can´t handle watching you lick a popsicle without wanting to fulfill his fantasies.

Word count: 4.326

Genre: Smut

Warnings: graphic smut.

Author´s note: This was on private but I´ve arranged it so that I can  repost it since I had to correct a few things.

It´s smutty and I´m not ashamed lol

You hadn´t planned this at all. You were supposed to be in your apartment, probably taking a nap or watching one of those movies that made you cry rivers even if you couldn´t relate to the character´s love life in any way possible. Yet when you had received a rushed and frantic call from your boss saying they needed you for today´s shoot, you had submitted to readjusting your plans and had driven all the way up to a forest in the middle of nowhere after cursing in three different languages. And now, there you were, almost whining at the lost of your day off.

On top of that, it was bloody hot. You squinted your eyes trying to block the sun as you made your way through the crowd, cameras already placed all over and staff members running across the set almost bumping into you and barely muttering an apology. There were various insects in the air that added up to the dry ambient and the fact that there wasn´t a single tree near enough to shelter under its shadow didn´t help at all. Your hands worked with a hair tie tying all the strands into a bun in an attempt to cool off and, slapping a mosquito that you had caught trying to suck your blood, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. Coming here - you could´ve rejected it, but it would only make you feel more miserable.

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skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION, part 2

part 1 here :)

Q: Kosegruppa dk wonders: What is it like to work together with Iman?

Cengiz: *Repeats the question* I can put it like this: we were a lot alike. We laugh all the time, mess around like hell, and were not afraid to touch each other, there doesn’t need to be limits to touching, but that we know. She’s a very good lady, or girl. And really fun to work with, and easy to get to know, and so am I, so we clicked pretty fast, and thats what was important to me, who was completely new this season and was supposed to take on that role and had never done acting before and I knew already from the beginning that I was supposed to kiss Josefine and I was really stressed about that. And i spoke with her (Iman) about how I should do all that and she helped me through all of it and it was her getting sad right so… That was really strange. I was thinking okay so now I’m in the acting world, and it’s actually just like this. It’s fake, all of it, you play it real. There was a time where my girlfriend came to me and said “this is really sad to say Cengiz, but I got really jealous when I watched you in that one scene, and you have to be allowed to do it but I think it’s kinda sad, but you have to hear that you (act like you’re really) in love and it’s really good. Because all the fans believe in it.” But it wasn’t easy either. It was harder playing emotional scenes with Iman than playing the kissing scene, actually, because it’s about looking this person in the eyes, and it’s Iman and you’re like what the fuck am I looking at, you know! It’s been like ten minute staring contests without  laughing, but its that moment when you started to laugh it became sweet, you know.  Julie just gets it, she knows what to do, like, so it wasn’t so hard to play it either. Because Julie got it, she pressed, she played us really, tricked Iman and me into playing a romantic scene in a fun way so it became romantic on screen. It was fun then and there, my god. But it is really easy to act with her, at least, she’s really talented and really positive all the time, all the time yes. I’ve never seen her mad or anything. Yeah, really fun all the time. The whole team. Thank you to the whole team for being there for me and supporting me, I was totally lost, like I’m kissing Josefine, fuck, and the first time I met her I just (was like) “hi.” And in my mind I was like “I’m kissing you later” like in front of camera. Not before or after, it’s so strange you don’t get to try before either, because then it’s wrong because it’s private, but in front of the camera it’s not private and then you can do it, that’s like, I think it was weird, but everyone on the team helped me a lot with it, so that I really appreciate.

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We Are Young: Deleted Chapter

Throne of Glass High School AU

Note: Here it is, the deleted chapter. This got cut from the actual story because it just didn’t fit with the flow, but I still wanted to share it with you guys. Technically, this chapter would have been chapter 12 - not the Rowaelin date chapter. So all this takes place between chapter 11 and chapter 12. Also, big shout out to @miladyaelin for giving this a quick edit for me! There will most likely still be some mistakes, as this didn’t go through the editing process these chapters normally go though. And some stuff may be repeated as I did add it to the main story, this is a different way. But I still hope you enjoy!

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Elide was happy to say she’d been feeling a bit better in the past few weeks.

Not 100% better, but better nevertheless.

She still held so many questions. She still went to bed feeling lost and went through her day feeling confused. But her talk with Aedion a few weeks ago really did help. And the couple of talks they’ve had since then weren’t that bad either.

She realized that sexuality isn’t something easy. It’s complex. There were so many things she didn’t know and had to continue to learn. But she was slowly starting to figure out who she was. She was starting to come to her own. Yes, there was still a long road ahead of her, things she still had to open herself up to, but she’d get there in time.

“I feel like I need to be wearing my skates,” Aelin said, gripping the railing as they walked up the front steps of the school. “There’s so much ice I’m scared I may actually fall and break my leg.”

“I’m sure your Uncles would love that,” Elide couldn’t help but laugh, especially as Aelin huffed, a cloud of cold air floating from her nose.

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Kiss me (Vernon scenario)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Vernon/ Reader

The room was filled with heavy panting and slurping. You bobbed your head until his cock hit the back of your throat and he released a breathy moan, tangling his fingers in your hair and accidentally thrusting into your mouth. You somehow managed not to choke and swallowed hard around him, hearing his soft moans.

Shit” you heard him say when he felt your hands caress his belly under his shirt while circling the head with your tongue, his legs shaking and almost collapsing. You sucked around the tip and then swallowed his entire length in one go scratching his abdomen until you reached his hips. That made him lose the little self-control he had left. He held your head with both of his hands and fucked your mouth roughly, cursing under his breath.

“N-noona” he called you.


“Ooh-fuck! Noona… Haa-Look at me” he pleaded.

You looked up and met his lidded eyes. That was all it took for him to come undone, pushing your head down and releasing his load down your throat. This was the first time you saw him cum that much.

“So pretty…” you heard him murmur while you struggled to swallow all of his seed. That’s when you noticed his eyes never left yours. He was still watching you in awe. He really was acting strange today.


You were about to give up and let your friend go back home by herself but it wouldn’t be fair considering how many times she had taken care of your drunk ass before so you continued looking for her in each available room of the house, ignoring the random guys trying to dance with you and the stoned people trying to make you join them. The party was out of control and you heard the neighbors complaining so you were sure the cops would arrive anytime. You went up the stairs, knowing that you would probably find people banging but it was the only placed you hadn’t searched for her. You opened two doors and saw exactly what you were expecting before continuing your quest. When you reached the third door, you recognized her voice mixed with somebody else’s. You didn’t want to cockblock her but you needed to be sure she was ok so you opened the door carefully without them noticing and that’s when you saw something that completely ruined your night: She was having sex with the man she knew you had a crush on. Slowly you closed the door and kept on walking until you reached the next door, opening it, getting in and locking it behind you. You were trying to process what you had just seen, thinking that you could convince yourself that the alcohol had made you imagine things… but you hadn’t drank anything at all.

“Y/N noona? Are you okay?” said a shy voice. Your eyes snapped open and you saw Vernon sitting on the bed.

“Oh- Sorry, I didn’t know there was someone here” you said with a monotone voice. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

“You can stay, I don’t mind.” he said shrugging “A friend told me I could sleep in this room but…” he stopped awkwardly and you could hear the loud moans coming from the room your ‘friend’ was in “…I don’t think I will be able to sleep anytime soon.” He said drinking some vodka from a bottle.

“…Can I have some of that?” you asked deciding that you could use some alcohol. He offered you the bottle and smiled. Had his smile always been this beautiful? You took three long sips as you felt his worried eyes on you.

“Hey, easy…It’s pretty strong.” He warned but you ignored him and took one more sip before giving it back to him. He seemed to be about to ask something when you two heard the loud banging of the bed’s headboard against the wall that separated the two rooms, followed by screams of pleasure.

“Well,” he said moving around uncomfortably “at least someone is having fun.”

Instead of replying you went to reach for the bottle on his lap again but you accidentally touched his groin and he gasped. You looked down and saw that he was half hard, which made sense considering the show they were putting on next door. You looked up again and saw his eyes, darker than usual, looking at you with uncertainty. You pressed the palm of your hand against his pants and his eyelashes fluttered, his perfect teeth biting his lower lip.  He was gorgeous. How come you hadn’t noticed how handsome he was before? There was a literal angel there, his cock hard against your hand willing to let you touch him. Fuck your friend. Fuck your crush.

You slowly opened the zipper and palmed him through his boxers, squeezing until there was a dark stain of precum on them. His chest was already rising and falling heavily when you pulled his cock out and started jerking him off slowly. He sighed and took another sip of vodka, offering you the bottle. You gladly drank some and moved your hand faster. He rested his head on your shoulder whining and thrusting up until your hand was sticky with cum and he was trembling from head to toes. You didn’t have time to say anything because you heard loud noises coming from the first floor. You cleaned your hand and he put his soft dick back into his pants when you heard a loud bang on the door.


You looked at each other and left the room running, getting lost in the crowd and going separate ways.

You never talked about what happened but, after that night, there was something like a secret agreement between the two of you. Whenever you met at a party, you would act like nothing happened between you and then you would find a place to be alone so you could jerk him off or go down on him. None of you said anything afterwards. You didn’t have anything to say, you simply enjoyed seeing his angelical face twisting in pleasure but that was it. He didn’t say anything because he never had the time; you always left as soon as he reached his orgasm. He had tried to touch you or return the favor a couple of times but you always told him it wasn’t necessary before saying “I’m leaving first.”

Jeonghan was the first one to notice the way Vernon looked at you and he asked you what was going on.

“Nothing” you said honestly.


He caressed your cheek softly and continued thrusting into your mouth weakly until his cock softened completely and you released it coughing a little. After putting his cock back into his pants, he kneeled in front of you and cleaned the corner of your lips, smiling sweetly before leaning in for a kiss but you backed off, looking at him confused. You had never kissed before. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before his hand caressed your thigh, making his way under your skirt.

“You don’t have to, really.” You said understanding his intention and standing up but today he didn’t seem to be in the submissive mood. He grabbed your hips and pinned them against the door, holding your skirt up, kissing your thighs very close to your panties.

“Hansol, really-“you tried but the only thing that left your lips after that was a loud gasp when you felt him giving an open kiss to your wetness.

His teeth grazed your clit and one of his hands reached the hem of your panties, pulling them down but you quickly held them in place with both of your hands. He looked up, his eyes full of defiance.

“You’re soaking wet, noona.” He said.

“I’m fine.” You lied. You wanted him badly but something in your mind kept telling you it was a bad idea to let this become a mutual thing. He tried to pull them down once more but your grip was strong.

“Fine.” He said before moving your panties to the side a little and flattening his tongue against your clit. You couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips. One of his hands made its way to your entrance slowly pushing one finger inside of you. He kept thrusting it in and out at a torturing pace, his tongue drawing small circles over the sensitive nub.

“H-hansol!” you tried to push him away but whenever your hand left the hem of your panties he would try to take them off so you decided to keep your hands where they were, stomach contracting feeling the pleasure building inside of you. “Oh my god- Hansol… HANSOL!” you almost screamed when he pushed two fingers inside of you sucking on your clit and humming. You tried to move away from him but he growled and used his forearm to pin your hips against the door again. His fingers moved faster and you soon reached your climax shaking uncontrollably, your legs finally giving in.

He caught you right before your knees hit the ground and lied you down. You didn’t have time to react before he was burying his head between your legs again. You screamed out of pleasure and oversensitivity.

“Wait! I- Aaah… I can’t, Hansol.” You sobbed but he only licked faster, holding both of your legs around his head and moaning against you like he couldn’t get enough of you, driving you crazy. Soon you found yourself praising him and encouraging him with words like “Yeah, just like that. Right there…” and “Mmh you really know what you’re doing.” Your hands grabbed his soft hair when you felt your second orgasm hitting you, moaning so loud you were sure everyone heard you even though the music was incredibly loud out there.

You couldn’t move for a few minutes after that, feeling him kissing your thighs and then your left knee, looking at you tenderly.

“Why did you do that?” you finally asked.

“Why not? You’ve made me come many times.”

“Yeah, but I do it because I like it.”

“Me too.” He replied while one of his hands moved back to play with the hem of your panties. “Next time I’m ripping them off.” He said his voice dropping an octave.

You looked at him shocked but he only stared back expressionless before standing up.

“I’m leaving first.” He said fixing his clothes and going back to the party.

You sat up and looked at the wall in front of you and then suddenly the realization hit you. You were always the one in charge but now that he had stopped following your orders you understood how dangerous the situation was. You never let him touch you because you knew you were starting to fall for him but were in deep denial. You tried to relax and think rationally: it hadn’t been more than a couple of months since you had started this ‘secret encounters’ so all you had to do was find someone else to hook up with and you would forget about Vernon.


You started going to random clubs instead of the typical parties at your friends’. You needed to find someone new and avoid seeing Vernon. You had had a few one night stands the last few weeks and they were ok… but no one had made you cum as hard as Hansol. You even said his name while sleeping with a random guy but you weren’t giving up tonight, you were going to get laid.

You were dancing sensually with a tall handsome stranger while he was kissing you and his hands wandered under your clothes. You were about to invite him to your apartment when you heard your name.

“Y/N noona?” said a familiar voice. You turned around to see Dino, barely standing up. “Noona, thank god-Please h-help me…”

“Dino? What are you doing here? What’s wrong?” you asked reaching for him right in time. He was so drunk his legs didn’t even work properly anymore.

The man behind you was getting impatient because you were in the middle of something but you eventually told him to fuck off. You could get laid any other day but you needed to get Dino out of there.

“Hey, Dino. Come on, let’s go outside. You need some fresh air.” You said but he was so heavy that it took you at least 10 minutes to take him outside. He sat on a bench, hiding his head between his knees but never letting go of your hand while apologizing to you.

“It’s ok. I’m glad I was here to help you. I’m calling S.coups, ok?” you said caressing his hand but he raised his head so fast he felt dizzy and begged you not to call him.

“Dino, I have to call someone. I can’t carry you by myself.”

“Y/N noona?” called someone behind you and now you definitely wanted to die because you knew exactly who it was.

“Hansol…” you murmured.” What are you doing here?”

“Dino called me and he sounded drunk as fuck so I came to find him… What are you doing here?” he asked suspiciously.

“I was…dancing.” you said.

“…Did you come alone?” he asked glaring at you but you couldn’t answer because Dino groaned and you both turned your attention back to him.

“Hey man, I’m taking you back to the dorm. Let’s go.” He said gently but Dino just squeezed your hand and said he didn’t want to.

“S.coups hyung is going to kill me.” He sobbed.

“We can’t just stay here forever. You need to sleep.” Said Vernon pulling his arm to make him stand up.

“Noona, can’t I stay with you instead?” asked Dino.

You and Vernon looked at each other.

“Don’t you think they’ll get worried-?” you started but were interrupted by Vernon.

“I’ll text them and tell them that we were visiting you but it was too late to go back home.”

“…You’re staying at my apartment too?!”

“Is there a problem with that?” he asked looking into your eyes.

“No, of course not.” You replied before Dino hugged you.

“Thank you…” he said relieved.

Once you got to your apartment, you made Dino eat a sandwich and drink some water before he apologized again.

“Dino, I told you it was fine. Stop apologizing.” You said petting his hair.

“But I interrupted something important, noona. You were about to have a great night and I ruined it” he said drunkenly. You felt yourself blush and tried to make him lie down on the couch.

“What are you talking about?” asked Vernon curiously.

“It’s the alcohol.” You said quickly taking Dino’s shoes off but Dino continued talking.

“The dude who was kissing you. His hands were inside your jeans and I ruined everything. He should be here instead of us.”

There was a dead silence in the living room, only interrupted by another apology by Dino and then he finally fell asleep. You put a blanket over him and gave Vernon another blanket and a pillow before going to your room, quickly taking your pants and bra off and sliding under the covers and pulling them over your head and falling asleep.

In the dark of the night you heard your name and opened your eyes to see Vernon sitting next to you on your bed, staring at your face. When you finally understood it wasn’t a dream, you sat up immediately.

What are you doing here?” you hissed.

“We need to talk.” He said simply.

“About what?” you played dumb.

“About giving each other mind blowing orgasms and then pretending nothing happened, for example.” He replied. He looked tired and not willing to deal with your mind games.

“Hansol…it just happened, there’s nothing to say.”

“It just ‘happened’” he repeated. “Just like the guy Dino mentioned, right?”

“I don’t owe you any explanation. I met a man at the club and I’m an adult so I can do whatever I want.”

“So that guy and I…Are we the same?” he asked.

“Yes.” You lied… but you didn’t get the reaction you were expecting from him. He smirked and caressed your face.

“You’re lying.”

“Excuse me?”

“Dino said he saw you two kissing.”


“You have never let me kiss you.”

“I don’t see your point.” You said but you did see his point. You just wanted to make him believe he was wrong.

“You let a random guy you just met kiss you and touch you because it doesn’t mean anything to you… However you know if you let me do those things it will mean something. It will mean everything.”

“Hansol-“ You started.

“Why are you afraid of kissing me?”

“I am not afraid.” You said defiantly.

“Prove it.” He whispered against your lips and wow…when did he get that close to your face?

“Just one kiss.” You told him.

“Just one kiss.” He repeated and crashed his lips against yours. His lips were incredibly soft and warm, specially his tongue licking your lips trying to open your mouth. “C’mon” he whispered when you refused to let him in. He bit your lower lip and held the back of your head with his hand, making you gasp which gave him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in. You moaned and buried your hands in his hair eliciting an approving purr from him. ‘How could a simple kiss feel so good?’ You wondered without noticing he had crawled on top of you and imprisoned you under his body, his hands all over you.

You felt his hard on only covered by his boxers pushing insistently against your clothed core, his fingers tracing figures over your belly and his mouth now on your neck.

“H-Hansol…it was just one kiss.” You reminded him feeling yourself lose your will already.

“I know. I haven’t finished.” He replied taking off your shirt completely and massaging your breasts before pushing them together and lick your nipples alternately.

“Aah-“you tried to conceal your moans but he noticed and one of his hands found its way into your panties, teasing your entrance.

“Mmh…You get wet as soon as I start touching you.” He sounded satisfied running his finger over your arousal before pushing two fingers inside.

“Oh…Ha-aahnsol. Wait, Dino is in the living r-room.” You remembered and tried to grab your panties but he wasn’t having it. Just like he promised last time, he grabbed your panties and ripped them off before taking off his shirt and boxers.

You couldn’t believe this boy. He looked like a lost puppy most of the time but apparently he had a dominant side, which was turning you on more than you wanted to admit.

He looked down at you, admiring your naked body and conflicted expression before he cooed and went for another kiss. This time you didn’t complain and just kissed back while he pushed his cock inside of you. You moaned, your head falling back and he sucked on your neck and collarbones, mumbling words like “so beautiful”, “perfect” and “my girl” before pulling out and slamming back in. He fucked you slowly but hard, circling his hips and holding your legs against his shoulders. You had never felt this good before and you thought it couldn’t get any better until he increased the pace, bending you over the bed and his forehead almost touching yours.

“I can’t do this.” He suddenly said. “I can’t stand-fuck!…I c-can’t stand knowing you let o-other men touch you like mmh this.”

“Hansol w-we ooh…we were never exclusiveaah!” You tried to explain but his cock reached so deep inside of you that you suddenly couldn’t breathe.

“We are now.” He said fucking you harder and making you hit your orgasm, clenching around him and making him release inside of you with a soft moan. You were so tired you almost fell asleep before you felt him manhandle you and put you on your hands and knees on the bed.

“Hansol?!” you asked confused and then you felt his still hard cock slamming against you again. How could he still be hard after coming like that? Where did all that energy come from?

Sorry,” he said next to your ear. ”please bear with me. I know I can make you come twice…again.”

“Aahh! Hansol… Ooohhh I don’t think I- I can.”

“I know you can, babe” he said before fucking you so hard the headboard was banging against the wall and a painting fell off.

Your arms gave in and your head was left buried against the pillow, your ass up while he held your hips and shoved his dick inside of you roughly. You were screaming so loud you knew your neighbors would complain and Vernon was not quiet either.

“Ah..aah…Nngh yeah, baby- FUCK…. Oh fuck yeah…-OOOHH FUUUCK!” he moaned when he came, reaching your clit and rubbing it fast, making you come while his cock was still jolting inside of you before you both collapsed on the bed.

He pulled out and rolled both of you over so you were lying on your sides, looking into each other’s eyes.

“…You like me” he said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, I think I do.” You admitted since lying after all that had happened was pointless.

“Good because we’re having a date tomorrow.”

“I don’t think we’re doing this right.” You said laughing.

“But it feels right” he said and kissed your shoulder. “Just remember: no more random dudes at the club from now on.”

You just smiled and said “Kiss me.”

“Finally.” He said before kissing you hungrily. He stopped before it turned into a full make out session and added “Let’s stop now. You need to be able to walk for our date.” To which you laughed, letting him hug you. You were about to fall asleep in his arms when he said:

“Poor Dino.”