on the other side by off dreaming

I was tagged by the nicest person in the planet @tayfeaturingcats

If u could create an album using taylor’s entire discography, what 13 songs would you put on the album?

1. …Ready for it?

2. Jump then fall

3. State of grace

4. Come back…be here

5. The other side of the door

6. If this was a movie

7. Ours

8. I know places

9. The story of us

10. Wildest dreams

11. Better than revenge

12. Last kiss

13. Wonderland

I tagggggg @lulalulalullaby @isakvalterseen @tayloralisionswift @tay-it-off & @straightlinedownx

Hit Korean boy band BTS is ready to take over Anaheim

Rap Monster, one of the seven guys in the South Korean boy band BTS, says it was only at the end of 2016 that he and the others realized how huge their band had become around the world.

“Somebody in the company sent me a message: ‘You got No. 26 on Billboard OMG congratulations,’” says Mr. Monster, the 22-year-old rapper born Kim Nam-joon, by phone from Chicago where BTS was set to play on Thursday before hitting Honda Center for a pair of sold-out shows on Saturday and Sunday.

“At first I thought, 'Ha ha, your humor isn’t really very good,’” says Rap Monster, the leader of the group and its primary songwriter. “We didn’t believe it.”

But as more messages started to ping onto their phones he says the BTS boys realized it was no joke: Their sophomore album, “Wings,” entered the Billboard 200 chart at No. 26 after its October release, making it the highest chart position for any K-pop act – not to mention one that sings primarily in Korean – and offering a bit of foreshadowing for Billboard naming the record the best K-pop album of the year.

Since then things have only gotten sunnier for Rap Monster, Jin, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V and Jungkook. In February, “Wings” was re-released in a new edition as “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” and the combined editions have since sold nearly 1.5 million copies worldwide. Music videos for “Spring Day” and “Not Today” were released a week apart last month as well and exploded on YouTube where they’ve currently racked up 59.2 million and 60.1 million views respectively.

“When we heard that and really got that, I was saying, 'OK, this is going to be a whole other world,’” Rap Monster says of the significance of the Billboard chart success and all that followed. “And I feel like we should do something more, and dream something more.”

This past week they’ve taken a step toward something more, playing their first headlining and sold-out arena dates in the United States, after previously having mostly played on multi-artist billings at KCON conventions held here.

“So many people just to see BTS was really an honor,” Rap Monster says of the opening pair of shows at the Prudential Center in Newark, N.J. “It feels dreamy these days.”

Not, mind you, that it’s been anything like an overnight success or an easy road for him and the other BTS members.

He grew up a top student in his school who loved American rappers such as Eminem and Nas, performing even as he attended high school and eventually catching the attention of BTS future manager Bang Si-hyuk at BigHit Entertainment in South Korea. And though he says he gave up on music when he was 16, lacking confidence in where he was headed, he says Bang encouraged him to stay strong, believe in himself, and sign on as the first to join BTS, even though at the time he wasn’t sure who or what it would end up incorporating.

“I was not aware of the other members,” Rap Monster says. “But I like the company and I respect them. And he promised to me, 'I will make you do your music and get big someday, so please believe me.’

"So I believed him.”

The other six members soon were selected, each of them bringing different talents on the mic or on stage. Songs were developed by Rap Monster and the other members, with a team of producers working to craft the best music from the raw material, the melodies and beats, that they created.

“Our chemistry is different from other groups,” Rap Monster says. “Everyone has their own points and characteristics. If I’m a bad dancer, a good dancer teaches me. If I’m a good songwriter, I help the others with a good melody.”

We ask the obvious question: Are you a bad dancer?

He laughs and answers: “Yes, I’m a bad dancer.”

Their music is different from a lot of K-pop acts that have made ripples on the American airwaves. They’re not popular because of the novelty aspect of their songs – think “Gangnam Style” by Psy from a few years back. And they’re not quite as bubblegum as a group such as Girls Generation or as eclectic as the synthpop of f(x), the first Korean band to play the South By Southwest festival.

Instead, BTS often aims for that sweet spot where R&B and rap get together, the kind of stuff Justin Bieber might be doing if he sang in Korean and there were six Bieber variations with fashionable hair and eclectic yet unified fashion choices.

“BTS music sounds like it’s from America,” Rap Monster says. “We decide to always watch the trends and watch what’s going on over the world. America’s the No. 1 market in the world so that’s why people in America prefer us.”

As for communicating through the language divide, Rap Monster says that’s partly handled by the group’s wildly enthusiastic social media following: “Fans translate our lyrics and interviews,” he says of a following that has landed them at the top of Billboard’s Social 50 list for a total of 17 weeks since “Wings” dropped in October. “They’re able to say, 'OK, BTS is talking about us and our lives.’”

And it’s partly addressed through lyrical subjects that express the common hopes and dreams and fears and worries of any teenager or young adult in any country.

“Our lyrics are mostly Korean but we always talk about the young people’s lives and their minds,” Rap Monster says. “There’s something similar between every young person in the world, in America or in Korea. We share something together even if we use different languages or live so far.”

American fans are also the savviest music lovers in the world, Rap Monster says, which made heading out on this brief headlining tour a little bit intimidating at first.

“We actually were scared of performing in America as a solo act,” he says. “Their playlists are the best in the world. I was really nervous for them.

"But after we were on stage our fear disappeared. They’re like everybody, they’re like friends. Singing along all of the lyrics even through the raps. They know how to play, the rhythms and the dances.”

An aside here to share our favorite piece of Rap Monster trivia. You might be wondering whether he spoke through a translator. He did not. His excellent English skills were polished in the classroom but also at home through what he refers to as “a Korean mothers syndrome.”

“'Friends’ was really famous for the mothers in Korea for English education,” Rap Monster says of the hit American sitcom from the '90s. “It was kind of like a syndrome. Korean mothers make their kids watch 'Friends’ even when they were eating food or playing.

"I think it really helped. It has like 10 seasons, I think, and I watched it like more than five times through the 10 seasons. They use the gestures and expressions, like, Americans use, right? I think that naturally teaches me how to speak or how to make a gesture when you try to express some emotions.

"Thank you, 'Friends,’” he says, laughing. “God bless 'Friends’!”

Rap Monster recently collaborated with the American rapper Wale on the song “Change,” which like some of BTS’ other songs – and unlike most K-pop – touches on politics and societal issues. He says he’d loved Wale’s music for a few years when the opportunity to do the song came along last year “like a miracle, like a dream come true.

"The song has already come out and we shot a music video together, but still sometimes I lie in my bed and think, 'Did I really do something with him?’” Rap Monster says.

He knows that boy groups from Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync to the Jonas Brothers and One Direction tend to have a finite lifespan before members get restless to move on solo projects, acting gigs and other opportunities. But he thinks the variety of interests and musical genres that individual BTS members have can be handled on the side or even within the group, and BTS itself can carry on.

So while Rap Monster says he’d love to collaborate with Drake or Miguel one day, Suga feels the same way about Kanye West and Flume. Jungkook seems more inclined toward pop R&B – his dream musical partners would include Bieber or Charlie Puth. V is a little bit old school, having mentioned Norah Jones and the Fugees as on his wish list. Rap Monster ticks off the rest of the band: Jimin digs Chris Brown, J-Hope is into the similarly initialed J. Cole, and Jin is a fan of old-school showman Bruno Mars.

“I always tell them that every time we have hits under the name of BTS we shine the best when we are a team,” Rap Monster says. “I know all the seven members, they love music, and I know their No. 1 wish is for us to perform and make music and sing and dance.

"Maybe someday someone will want to be on a television show or be an actor,” he says. “I just hope they know all of the popularity and fame and money is from the name of our team. That’s not one person, everybody contributes to the team.

"Nobody knows the future. I just hope it can last as long as possible.”

Peter Larson @ OCRegister

C’s Masterlist

Originally posted by ratedr-1

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Love Inversion Theory

A Peter Parker/Tom Holland Fic

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A/n: I came up with the idea while eating dinner last night and I seemed super original and awesome for some reason. I tried to make it not confusing soooo hopefully we’re good! Maybe a part two if people want it? I’ll probably do another anyways, though. 

Originally posted by koenigreus

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“Inversion can be defined as the reversal of something or as an inverted state of an object.”

Peter watched while you sat with a young boy surrounded by text books and papers. The date you had been on abruptly took halt when you suddenly remembered that you had a tutoring session with your friend Betty Brandt’s little brother.

It was a rare moment for Peter; for once the date had to be paused because of something normal. Something not Spider-Man related. Admittedly, that was better than him exclaiming “Jump into this alley!” for purposes that were not for making out and more for super changes. Those super changes somehow managed to worm their way into the regular routine of a date. Before, when being Spider-Man and being a boyfriend was too hard to balance, you and Peter talked about breaking up. “We both love one another,” you said solemnly, “but we never have time to be together.”

The both of you tried it out; not actually breaking up, but doing a “break up trial.”

You spent a day not talking to each other-no texting or snapchats either-and no hugs between class. Nothing.

And both of you cried by the end of the day.

So that was totally out of the question.

Eventually you guys got the hang of it. Assigning roof tops to meet on during Spider-Man breaks, Skype calls during “Stark Interning” hours courtesy of the teched-up suit, whom Peter for some reason called Karen. You thought that was kind of weird but you rolled with it, choosing to not ask questions you didn’t really want the answers too.

So seriously, neither of you could survive a break up. Hell, you didn’t even like when Peter went to the Academic Decathlon last year, leaving you in New York. “I’m just,” you had said between kisses, “too in love-with you- to break up.”

“I know-” he agreed between kisses, “I feel-the same-way.”

From awkwardly asking you to the homecoming dance freshmen year, to finding out his secret, the connection between you two just grew stronger every day.

“So,” he heard you wrapping up, “does that make more sense?”

The fourth grader nodded his head. Together, you and Peter both walked the boy out where his sister, Betty, was waiting with a car to drive him home. “Still can’t believe she chopped all her hair off,” you said through your teeth while smiling and waving at the pair drive off, hoping she couldn’t tell you were talking about her. “She looked so much better with it long.” You massaged your mouth when the Brandt siblings were out of sight.

“I’m really sorry, Tiger Lily. I can’t believe I forgot about him!” you suddenly exclaimed. Peter held your hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he said assuringly, “it’s not like the day is over. We spent about thirty minutes with tutoring, that’s hardly anything compared to ‘us.’“

You laughed. “‘Us’? How long is ‘us’?” you asked, using light air quotes for emphasis.

“Forever,” Peter smiled. You blushed. “Parker…you have me wrapped around your finger,” you grinned before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

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softbludemon  asked:

Child Virgil and painting. He gets like his little edgey hoodie covered in rainbows and the others see it, but he looks so damn proud that he made it look so much more colourful n happy that they cant be mad. Even if he did make a mess in his room, and its all over his hair and face

hi bless you for this adorable idea

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“Virgil?”

Roman looked around for the youngest side. He couldn’t have gotten far. They were on an adventure in Roman’s dream world, and Virgil was too scared to go off on his own. Strange.

Roman called for Virgil a few more times as he walked further into the woods. He began to worry more as with every call he got no response. This was bad. So, very bad. Logan, and Patton were going to kill him. Thomas would have no fear, or shame. He’d be a carefree moron again, but permanently this time. They wouldn’t have their adorable little ball of sunshine to protect them anymore. They-

A tiny voice calling for him stopped him dead in his tracks.

Roman looked down to see a small child who looked a lot like the youngest side, but of course in child form. Dark eyeshadow under the eyes, purple bangs, and an edgy black & purple yet smaller hoodie.

“Vir.. Virgil?”

The boy who resembled Virgil said nothing, and instead glared up at Roman as he made grabby hands. Roman snapped out of his shock, and picked the boy up. He studied his face intently then turned to see where they were. Outside the dragon witches lair. On the door was a note that read, “I’ve put a curse on your dear friend. Understand what I want from you, and the curse will end.”

“Oh, dear. What have I done?”

Virgil glared at Roman, and tried to speak.

“You’re dumb, Pwincey. I’m nwever coming here with you again.”

Roman’s heart swelled at the sound of Virgil’s child voice, but no now is not the time to coo over him. He needs to leave his dream world, and tell the others what has happened.

So, with a heavy sigh, Roman reluctantly headed out.

Once he returned to his room he set Virgil on the floor.

“Uhh.. Can you walk?”

Virgil glared up at the prince yet again, and stumbled to his feet.

“I’m like a.. five year old or something. Yes, I can walk.”

Even still Virgil struggled, unused to walking with a small body, and almost fell.

Roman chuckled, and picked him back up.

“Yeah, we’re just gonna do this for now. Onward, little prince! We have some, hopefully not angry, sides to talk to.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, and rested his head against Roman’s chest, accepting his fate.

Roman carried him out to the common room where the other sides were sitting, and awkwardly cleared his throat to get their attention.

Patton was the first to look up as Logan was too absorbed in his book. Once Patton noticed the small Virgil he gasped.

“Who is that?! Where did you get a child?! Awww he’s so cute!”

Logan snapped his attention to them as soon as he heard the word “child” leave Patton’s mouth.

“Roman… What did you do to Virgil?”

Patton raised his eyebrows in shock at the logical side then looked back at the child.

“Oh my goodness. That is my child isn’t it? Roman! What did you do to my child?! I mean not like I’m complaining, or anything. He’s even cuter now! But what did you do?!”

Roman sighed, and adjusted Virgil as he was slipping out of his grasp. Virgil yelped, and made grabby hands for Patton.

“Gimme to dad. You’re annoying.”

Patton squealed, and held his arms out. Roman rolled his eyes, and handed Virgil over.

“I didn’t do anything thank you very much! That pesky dragon witch did!”

Logan sighed, and glared at Roman.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea to take Virgil with you. He’s Anxiety for crying out loud. He’s vulnerable. An easy target.”

Virgil glared at the logical side, and stuck his tongue out.

Logan smirked at him, and ruffled his hair. Virgil pouted, and groaned in response. Logan chuckled, and turned his attention back to Roman.

“I will admit he is adorable, but he cannot stay like this. Thomas is an adult. I imagine having his anxiety as a child would give him his childish fears again. You have to fix him.”

Roman groaned, and sat on the couch putting his head in his hands.

Roman lost himself in his thoughts for a little while then eventually looked back at Logan.

“I have to figure out how to do that first. I will return to my dream world, and see what I can do. Just.. keep him occupied for a while. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Roman gestured to Patton who was now talking to Virgil in his playful dad voice then sunk down to his room.

Logan sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the adorable sight. He walked over to them, and gave Patton a look.

“Okay, Logan. I figured out that he’s still kinda the same Virgil we know. He can sorta understand us, and still has some of his snark. Buuuttt he definitely has some child innocence, and a little bit of ignorance too. He can’t really figure out colors. We could teach him! Just for fun!”

Logan let out something that was something like a mixture of a sigh, and a laugh. This was going to be interesting.

So, much to Logan’s dismay, Patton got out his paint. He let Virgil sit on the floor, and paint some pictures. As he did Patton told him what the colors were, and occasionally what color would look nice where. Eventually Virgil got the hang of it so Patton left him to it as he watched from the couch.

Logan returned to reading his book, and at some point Patton dozed off so now Virgil was unsupervised.

After his third painting Virgil realized he got blue paint on his hoodie. He almost wanted to cry, but he realized it looked kinda cool. With his mouth stretched into a mischievous smirk Virgil took more paints, and smeared them all over his hoodie until he was satisfied with how it looked. It was much more colorful now. It kinda lost its edge, and angst, but he was actually okay with that.

Deciding that painting on things that weren’t paper was a lot of fun Virgil continued to smear paint on his face, his hair, and all over the table. He was a rainbow mess by the time he was done. And at that point he realized he was probably going to be yelled at for making that mess.

Not knowing what else to do, Virgil started to cry silently, and crawled over to the closet so he could hide in it.

Logan looked up from his book, upon hearing the door open and close, and groaned when he saw the mess on the table.

“Virgil Sanders you are dead to me.”

Logan sighed, and started shaking the sleeping side next to him.

“Patton wake up. Your child is in trouble.”

Patton stirred, and mumbled sleepily.

“My precious child could never do anything wrong therefore he can’t get in trouble.”

Logan almost wanted to laugh, but he was furious.

“Patton if you don’t get up I’m going to be the one to reprimand him, and I don’t think you want that.”

With that Patton jumped up, and glared at the logical side.

“Be nice to my baby, Logan. I’ll fight you.”

Logan rolled his eyes, and gestured to the mess on the table. Patton followed his gesture, and frowned.

“Oh, boy.”

“Oh, boy indeed.”

“Uhh, Logan? Where is he?”

Logan immediately stood up, suddenly realizing he hadn’t noticed Virgil’s absence, and frantically started looking.

“Virgil Sanders get out here now!”

Patton got up, and helped Logan search for the boy.

Eventually they heard a soft noise come from the closet. Patton threw it open, and kneeled down to Virgil’s level.

“Virgil! You’re a mess! Look what you did to your new hoodie! Why did you do that?!”

The tears in Virgil’s eyes, and the proud yet slightly worried smile on his face stopped Patton dead in his tracks.

“Oh, Verge. You’re too cute to be mad at. Don’t worry! We’ll just get you cleaned up!”

Patton picked Virgil up, and turned around to Logan, and oh man Logan wanted to be mad. But Patton was right. Virgil was way too cute. Damn, emotions.

Logans sighed, and started to take Virgil’s hoodie off.

“Thank god this is washable children’s paint. Oh, um, Verge.. May I take your hoodie?”

Virgil nodded, and let Logan slip the hoodie off. Logan smiled, and left the two so he could attempt to clean the paint off.

Patton smiled, and ruffled Virgil’s hair.

“Come on, buddy!”

Patton took him upstairs, and quickly got all the paint washed off him.

An hour, and a half later both sides were done with their cleaning tasks. They met back up in the common room. Logan helped Virgil put his hoodie back on then ruffled his hair. He then turned to Patton.

“Child Virgil is not allowed to have paint. In fact I’m sure normal adult Virgil, and paint would also not be a good match. Virgil isn’t allowed to have paint. Period. End of discussion. Thank you.”

Logan sat back down, and picked his book back up missing Virgil’s pouty glare directed his way. Patton noticed, and giggled as he sat on the couch placing Virgil in his lap. He gave Virgil his phone, and let him play some games.

The three stayed like this for a little while. Eventually Roman popped back up.

Logan looked up at him expectantly. Roman frowned.

“I was unsuccessful in my mission to find a solution. Looks like child Virgil is here to stay for a little while..”

Roman braced himself, expecting Logan to get angry, but instead he smirked.

“Well, while that is rather troubling, I will admit that I’ve grown quite fond of Virgil as a child. Maybe him staying this way for some time would be.. nice. Inconvenient, and frustrating yes, but I’m sure we can deal with it for the time being.”

Roman looked at Logan with wide, shocked eyes, but sighed in relief.

“Alright, I will still do my best to resolve this issue, but yes by all means enjoy your time with the little brat.”

Virgil pouted, and glared at the prince then did what absolutely no one expected. He made grabby hands for Roman with a pleading, not a reluctant or grumpy, look in his eyes. Roman smiled, and picked up Virgil who immediately curled up to his chest. Roman’s heart swelled yet again.

“Yeah, okay I could get used to child Virgil. This is adorable.”

Patton squealed, and hugged Roman so now the three of them were in a group hug. Roman laughed, and pulled Logan into the hug by his necktie. Logan sighed, but still happily wrapped his arms around them.

Virgil giggled, and whispered something he kind of hoped no one heard, “If you think the paint mess was bad you’re all in for a tweat.”

Logan groaned, and Roman seemed confused, but wore an amused grin.

“Virgil Sanders you are now officially dead to me.”

The other two grown up sides laughed as Virgil stuck his tongue out at the logical side, and silently braced themselves for all the chaos child Virgil was sure to make them endure.

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ok so yeah since this was the first prompt i got i used it as like an intro story. all other things i write will be like unofficial continuations or something like that. cool? cool.

painting the meadow’s void.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff / soulmate au

word count: 12,928

description: Engraved in your skin, the time and date that you will meet the person that fate believes is perfect for you. Seven years since the marks rose from the depths of your souls, the two of you have been waiting and now the moment is finally here. But the date of your meeting just also happens to be on Christmas and unfortunately Jungkook has absolutely no idea what to get for someone who somehow already means so much to him, yet he still knows so little about. 

request: soulmate timer au

note: this is incredibly cheesy, forgive me lol. also this is part of the seven days of christmas collaboration!

December 24th 10:52

Jungkook’s dreams are filled with starry skies. The black expanse painted with twinkling lights and a crescent moon finish. Lying on his back, the blades of grass falling between the spaces of his fingers. Everything feels so calm, a light breeze mixing with the coldness of the air around him. This is perfect, he thinks to himself. But then suddenly the gentle graze of something settles its way onto the palm of his hand and he thinks to himself — no, this is perfect.

The grip of his hand tightens around the soft and delicate skin of your wrist. He runs his thumb along the top of your knuckles as he tries to memorize the ridges of his self-conjured image of your being. It induces goosebumps along his entire body. Just from your touch alone, and in a dream no less, he is still so affected. A deep inhale enters his lungs before he turns to look at you lying next to him in the grassy meadow of his dreams. The edges of his vision are blurry and he can’t make out your face, but it doesn’t matter to him because this is perfect — you are perfect.

He wants to move closer. He wants to hold you in his arms, and he is so close to making this a reality, even if it is in his dreams, but then—

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first “date?” - peter parker

Originally posted by jessikaort

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N both hope that this friendly hangout is something a bit more in each others minds.

Requested: yes (anonymous)

Warnings: slight language

Man, I am on a roll today lmao! Hope you all like it!:) requests are open! I have some I’m putting out tomorrow! Here’s my masterlist!

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Your hair was not on your side today. The one day you actually decide to care about your appearance, your hair wants to be an evil little shit. You lifted your hands up to the top of your head, using your thumb and forefinger you attempted to flatten out the stray hair that kept wanting to pop itself back up. Finally getting your hair in tact, you sigh heavily, looking down at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing your skirt don with the palms of your hands you began to feel the anxiety build up in your system. This was your first date ever.

Okay, maybe you shouldn’t call it a date. Peter texted and asked you to come over hang out for the night. Of course, you being the obnoxious, wide-eyed loser who loved Peter, you took it very seriously. This was the first time you and Peter were going to hang out alone. No Ned, Michelle, or Liz even. Just the two of you.

Oh god, you think you’re going to be sick.

The nerves flooded your thoughts and body almost in instinct just thinking about being with Peter alone for more than five minutes. You didn’t want to be a nervous wreck, but you were. You shouldn’t be a nervous wreck. Peter was one of your best friends, you knew everything about the other, it wasn’t going to be awkward.

Unless you made it awkward.

Which you are bound to do. Peter just made you extremely nervous. His small, opened mouth smile was something you could never get tired of. Especially when it was directed at you. You felt like you were floating on Cloud Nine whenever he looked at you like that. His dazzling brown orbs were always radiating something, but you could never quite put your finger on it. You didn’t mind it though, they were extremely alluring to look at.

One  thing he would do quite often was, whenever Michelle made a joke or Ned laughed so hard it became contagious, making you laugh almost as hard, Peter would switch his attention to you it seemed, his structured yet soft features perked up at your laughter, eyes squinting in happiness at your joyous state. You had no idea the deep, enticing feeling had for him were recuperated.

His feelings for you were just as strong, if not stronger. He adored when you would slump into school, Y/E/C eyes tired, with no makeup on, completely bare faced. When the features you despised so much, hiding every day from the world, were exposed to his eyes, his heart did an enormous leap. His brown orbs would scan your face, taking in every line, crinkle, imperfection and smiled softly to himself.

One of his favorite things to watch you do was take your Y/H/C, Y/H/T (hair type) and softly pull the strands away from framing your face to behind your ears, in a messy bun, leaving a few loose strands around to frame your face. You drew his entire self in with almost everything you did, and you had no idea. It may sound a bit lavish, but he was mesmerized by you. Everything you did enhanced him. So, when you agreed to come over tonight to hangout he was ecstatic. He yearned for you to see this night as a date. And you did.

“Oh, cm'on! Captain America could beat the shit out of Iron Man. He’s got the shield,” you hollered, throwing your hands up as you shoved a fistful of popcorn into your mouth.

Peter rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you on the couch, throwing his right arm out into the air, “I’m telling you Y/N, there’s no way. You have to look at the physics aspect of it! That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all,” he said confidently, his scratchy voice chuckling after his statement.

You two were arguing about who would win in an Avengers battle. Peter swore up and down that Iron Man could beat the living hell out of anybody that got in his way, and you weren’t so sure. He went on for minutes, discussing how the entire battle would go down if such action did happen. You stared at him strangely, due to the fact that every key point he made was in such grave detail.

He sighed heavily once he was able to catch a breath. You laughed lightly and cocked your head to the side, “You literally sound like you could have been there once it happened,” you laughed at his exasperated state.

“Well, detail is key to any good story,” he let out, eyes wandering to every where else in the room, except to meet yours. You stared at him skeptically, but shrugged it off because it just sounded like Peter was being Peter.

You sat in uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds, your eyes floating around the small living room, pairing your eyes with whatever you could fine, just not Peter’s. You sensed a heavy sigh emit from him after a couple of seconds, your brain picking up on the signal of boredom.

You’re being awkward. Stop being awkward! Why are you just sitting in silence?! Not opening your wide trap is worse than sitting here in uncomfortable, stiff silence for minutes!

You feel your cheeks flush as you intake a deep breath, breaking the wall of silence between you two as he glanced your way, catching his attention. Before a back and forth toss up in your on whether to break the silence thoroughly, you cough before speaking, “So, how was your chemistry-”

“Beep beep!”

You were cut off by the sound of Peter’s phone lighting up, signalling a text. Your attention snaps from him to the phone sitting behind you on the  table.

“Oh! Sorry, I just need to check and make sure it’s not May freaking out,” he then leaned his body completely over your frame, hovering over you.

Your heart quickened at your sudden closeness as you felt your face turn from a standard pink to a deep red. His knees dug into the couch right next to your legs, the heat radiating off your entire body, you attempted to hide the nervousness evident on your face before Peter sat back down. You could here the clicking of the keyboard on his phone for a short time before hearing the ‘swoosh’, letting you know he had answered the text, placing his phone back down.

The next thing you know, Peter’s frame had moved from hovering over you to right in front of you. Your eyes moved towards his, his beautiful eyes staring intently into yours, and at such a close proximity, you could see little flecks of light brown detected around his iris. Your eyes then made their way from his eyes to lips, and back and forth for what felt like centuries. He copied your actions, his eyes finding their way down to your lips as he leaned closer to you.

You didn’t know what moving was at this point. He had you locked in a trance, and you weren’t about to dare yourself to try and escape it. Your breaths mixed together, and the closer he got, the closer you became to exploding from happiness. Before you knew it, his lips found yours in a searing kiss.

Your eyes immediately shut as you brought your lips closer to his if it was even possible. He placed his strong hands on the back of the couch, on either side of your shoulders. You felt all of your worries wash away as his lips came off and back onto yours. Your hands found themselves in his hair, softly tugging at the strands.

Due to loss of breath, Peter pulls away, breathless. His eyes searched yours, your mouth slightly open for lack of breath. You stared at each other for seconds before he muttered, “W-Well, I really hope you don’t just think of this as a hangout.”

You smiled widely at him, “With just you, Peter Parker? I would never dream of it.”

Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ masturbation/ kinky play

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation. 

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by pjmjjk


Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.

If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time. 


His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.    


On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep? 


Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.

So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.


Originally posted by jjks

Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?

K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?

Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?

K: No such thing.

His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.

K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.

Y: Mhmmm…

K: No, very soon…

He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.


The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house. 


You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?

Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.

Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?

Wound

The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.

K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.

He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.

Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.

L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.

You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.

K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!

Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.

Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!

He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.

Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?

You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.

Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.

The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.

He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.

He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.

Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?

Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.


K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.

He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.

Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.

He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…

After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.

One of too many…

K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.

He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…

K: Gahhh...

He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.

It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right? 

At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.

K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!

He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.

Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…

He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.

He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.

K: No… noooo…

He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.

His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.

Shamelessly.

No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.

He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.

So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.

The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.

Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.

But then, he heard a knock on the door.

Y: Kookie, are you up?

It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.

K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…

Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.

Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?

K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!

Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears. 

So cute…Too cute…

Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.

Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?

He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.

it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…

Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?

You touched hid forehead with your hand.

Y: You seem feverish…

K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.

He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…

Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.

After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!

K: NOOOOOO… NO!

He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.

Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!

You kept on shouting louder and louder.

Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!

Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…

You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.

Thirdly…

Y: Kooks, you’re huge!

You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.

Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.

You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions

K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…

And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.

You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.

You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.

Immediately, you decided to play along.

Y: Did you wank in my bed?

K: Noona, I’m so so…

Y: Answer the question, dammit!

You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.

K: Noona?!

You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.

And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.

K: Baby girl…

Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.

Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?

Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.

K: Ahhhh…

He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.

Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!

You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. He squeaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.

K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!

His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.

Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!

K: About you!

He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.

Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!

He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.

K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!

Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.

A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…

Y: Baby, please tell me more. 

His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.

Y: Did you fuck me well?

Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.

K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…

Y: Was I?

K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.

All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.

Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…

Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…

S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!

Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.

Y: Sure, coming!

Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you. 

Starved pt 4

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Chapter Notes: I’m so sorry for the delay on this one! As you might imagine, this chapter had a bit riding on it, emotionally speaking, and I wanted to be sure I got it right. Big thanks to @thuriweaver for helping me out and providing a critical sounding board each time I wrote myself into a corner! 

CW: Negative self-talk, self-loathing, anxiety, panic, nightmares, misunderstandings, cursing

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It was early the next evening before Virgil could bring himself to face the other sides again. 

That night had been easily one of the most miserable of his life. After taking apart the doll and stealthily returning the pilfered articles of clothing, he’d retreated to his room and locked his door, then crawled into his bed. As he’d feared, it felt huge and far too empty, and he found himself shivering, unaccountably cold. He realized he’d gotten used to having the warmth of the heating pad cradled to his chest as he embraced the pillow. 

He briefly considered recommissioning the heating pad by itself, but quickly dismissed the idea. It…hurt, somehow: the thought of using part of the doll only. It was stupid, he knew it was stupid, but he found himself almost mourning the thing, like it’d been a friend or something, and he couldn’t bear to think about trying to create a substitute. 

Besides which, he shouldn’t need one. He should never have needed the doll in the first place. It was that kind of weakness that made the others hate him so much, and if he ever wanted to be someone they could respect (or at least someone they didn’t despise), he needed to stop being so pathetic. 

So he’d huddled up in bed, shivering under the layers of blankets he’d piled on instead, trying not to give in to the fear that was creeping around the edges of his thoughts. 

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“It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this.”

Hi, everyone! If you’re like me and you love a good game soundtrack or a great playlist of all sorts of game music, this is the masterpost for you. I’m one of those people who studies better with some music in the background, and what better way of making a study session more enjoyable than by listening to the soundtrack of your favourite game?

Why listen to music while you study?

Multiple studies have proven that certain students who listen to music while they study perform better academically. Unfortunately, it’s not for everyone, so you should really figure out if this is the right method for you before commiting yourself to it! The main arguement for studying with music is that research has proved that listening to classical music in particular helps the brain absorb more information and also helps stimulate one’s thinking! 

On the other hand, some people tend to lose all concentration when there’s any music or noise in the background, which leads to procrastination and lower productivity. In short, if you can’t concentrate on the task at hand and get distracted easily, this isn’t the best method for you! 

Playlists

I started actively looking for playlists with game music about two years ago and instantly fell in love. There are so many good playlists of various lengths and genres that are accessable on platforms like spotify, 8tracks, youtube, etc. All of the playlists include the tracklist in the description below them! 

Note: I won’t be adding any playlists from 8tracks because they only work in the US and Canada. 

i. General

Game music for studying: Some of you might have already heard of these videos before. They’re roughly an hour and a half long and include some of the more calming tracks from a lot of different games. All the names of the tracks are listed in the description below, which is super handy if you want to find out which game it’s from! I thought I’d put in the playlist of all of them so you can just press play and enjoy!

Video game music! 2.0: Probably the longest playlist you’ll find anywhere. a n y w h e r e. 223 hours of amazingness that you’ll never regret! 

ii. Calming/ relaxing

5 hours of atmospheric game music: This is one of my personal favourites. It’s very long so you don’t have to worry about looking for another playlist when this one finishes. 

Relaxing video game music: Another gem! Once again with all the tracks in the description. This one’s great for shorter study sessions since it’s only and hour long.

More relaxing  video game music: If the previous playlist was too short for you, check out this 3 hour one! I used this one a lot last year! 

Calming Nintendo music: A super great playlist for all you Nintendo fans! It includes some really nice tracks from the Legend of Zelda series, if you’re into those soundtracks!

Jesper Kyd playlist: Ever since I first played Assassin’s Creed 2, I’ve loved Jesper Kyd’s work. This is quite a long playlist including some of his best tracks from various games. My favourites are towards the end!

Relaxing Legend of Zelda music: You had to see this one coming. The LoZ series has some of the best soundtracks to study to (, in my opinion,) and some of the prettiest and most calming tracks. I highly recommend this 42 minute playlist for those times when you just don’t feel like working.

2 hours of sleepy video game music: This is also a little series of playlists. There are 4 of these videos in total, which adds up to 8 hours of sweet, sweet music. 

iii. Epic/ badass

Epic video game music: For all of you who need a little badass music in the background! 2.5 hours of epic and awe inspiring music to really get some work done! 

Focus - video game music: Spotify has some really great playlists, so I thought I’d include a few! This playlist is a little more epic and loud, but if that’s the mindset you really need to push through, this would be great for you. It’s an amazing 11 hours long so you’ll never run out.

Orchestral video game music: Another epic playlist, including the occasional lullaby. This is a 7 hour long playlist, so a little shorter than the previous one, but by no means less epic and badass!

Soundtracks

Compared to the playlists, soundtracks tend to be a mix of epic and calming music. Most games have their perilous moments and their I’m-so-relieved-I-managed-to-beat-that-boss-with-only-one-heart-left moments. The world of video games is vast, so I’ve selected a few of my favourite soundtracks to share with you instead of listing all of the ones I can find.

Legend of Zelda - Skyward Sword: One of my favourite all time games! The soundtrack is long too, so you don’t have to worry about looking for a new one afterwards. 

Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time: This game is widely believed to have the best soundtrack in video game history. All I can say is so sit down, gather your work and to just enjoy.

Final Fantasy VI: This 1994 gem has an avarage playtime of 65-70 hours. The game has such a good storyline and the soundtrack is a little old school with a lot of non-orchestral tracks. I’d still recommend this to everyone who likes an older style of video game.

Suikoden Tierkreis: I have memories of me just going to the overworld map so I could listen to the music. It’s that good. 

Bioshock Infinite: I’ve only ever played the first in the series, but I watched a walkthrough of this particular game and I loved it so much! The music is slightly creepy and loud sometimes but it’s a really great soundtrack overall.

The Last of Us: Another game I’ve never actually played, but the walkthrough was amazing. The soundtrack is very atmospheric and doesn’t have a lot of loud parts, so it’s generally calm. 

Assassin’s creed 2: My all-time favourite game ever. As you know from before, I think Jesper Kyd is amazing, so putting these two elements together makes a truly great game. The soundtrack is actually quite well known because a few of it’s most popular tracks are featured a lot in other playlists. E.g. Dreams in Venice and The Madam

The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim: I’ve listened to this one a few times and I think it’s really good! It starts off quite strong but it has a lot of calmer songs too.

Fable 2: The Fable series is well-known for being short, so the soundtrack is also on the shorter side. I know the dialogue in the game almost by heart and I can guarantee you that there’s a lot of atmospheric music in this soundtrack. 

Fragile: This one was recommended to me by a friend on tumblr years ago. It has really sweet songs and has a lot of piano centered tracks. 

Now get to work!

I hope I’ve helped you find the perfect game music to accompany you while you study! If you have any recommendations, feel free to send me a message! I’m always up to discovering new playlists/ soundtracks.

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Something I really like about Virgil is that he has great chemistry with all of the sides, once they give him a chance.

Patton and Virgil are both very emotional sides, with Patton being the positive side and Verge being the negative. They can help each other see other perspectives and together they can land happily in the middle ground of contentment.

Logan and Virgil are both very analytical and observant. Logan is very fact based, he is well educated and understands things literally. Verge is highly analytical as well but it is less fact based and more experience based. He has a more natural understanding of things and people. Together they can help each other to see the truth, with both sides of the argument (fact based and people based). Also Logan could be really helpful for Verge when his anxious mind runs wild.

Roman and Virgil are both creative. While Roman is a dreamer and Verge is a bit of a dweller, those things both start with a creative mind. They can both think up any possible outcomes to a situation. Verge can help ground Roman when he is dreaming impossibly big and Roman can help Virgil get his feet off the ground every once in a while. Together they create dreams that are actually realistic and doable. The attainability makes both of them happy.

Virgil is such an important character. Without him the others can be stagnant, trapped in what their character was originally representing. Now, with Verge, they all have balance and have become people, fully dynamic characters. This is why Virgil is my favorite character.

Your Name (Prologue) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3,012

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), First Time Sex

Notes: I have been thinking about this series for the longest time, and here is just the prologue for you guys! It is inspired by a REALLY good movie, called Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa), but it works perfectly for Stiles. Expect great things from this and give me your thoughts!

Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen. The song is japanese, but it goes with the series)

Part 1 | Part 2

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‘127, but this is almost too coincidental’ Theory

8th June is Hansol’s 1270th Day Anniversary since he was announced as a rookie.  the number contains ‘127′.


Hansol potentially has an Instagram account, and yes, we’re kind of scared. It seems to be legitimate because his sister has followed him, and she has unfollowed SM Rookies. However, ‘Hansol’ has not been active on this Instagram at all (and we think he would have at least liked a dog picture by now) and it’s possible his sister unfollowed SM Rookies because Hansol isn’t a rookie anymore - she doesn’t follow NCT 127 or Dream either, so she’s clearly in this for Hansol. She follows Hansol fan sites and fan accounts. Howevere ‘Hansol’ has not followed her back yet. Other SM idols have made SNS just before a comeback in order to create hype and popularity for themselves, like Kai did before an EXO comeback - his account was only there to give extra teasers for Call Me Baby, and then it was deleted. (Side note, does anyone have any idea why Hansol’s Instagram icon is Leonardo DiCaprio? We have nothing…)


The 1+2+7 Theory - NCT 127 started off with 7 members, then added 2 in their comeback, and then theoretically, they could match the 127 by adding 1 more member in their next comeback. This is a very popular theory that has been circling around for a long time.


If SM add one more member to make a ten member group, and begin releasing teasers on 8th June - if they release a teaser each day for each of the ten members, plus a final day for a MV teaser, that suggests the release will be 19th June. This is a Monday at the beginning of the third week of June, which is the exact time that rumours have said this NCT 127 comeback will be happening.


That’s a lot of coincidences all leading to the number 127 for this to not be significant. But, we all know that SM is not a company who likes to go for ‘theories’ in terms of comebacks, so it’s also likely to not be significant at all - we just thought this was cool!

EDIT: We originally wrote in this theory that SMTown was 8th of June. We are now aware that it’s 8th of July. Even without that piece, the theory still works. We apologize for our mistake 

Phases of Robert Shipping

Phase One: Robert/Dadsona

  • oh no he’s hot
  • oh no he’s funny
  • oh no he’s smol and needs me to help him

Phase Two: Robert/Joseph

  • that Good Angst tm
  • disbelieving Joseph’s side of the story because nobody’s that pissed off over a one night stand
  • -X Files theme music-

Phase Three: Robert/Damien

  • Damien can come visit Betsy whenever he wants
  • spooky occult/cryptid dates where they’re both pretending to be Manly Men Without Fear but are clinging to each other, fucking terrified
  • fun friendship sleepovers with Mary

Phase Four: Robert/Craig

  • opposites attract and boy howdy are they opposites
  • if Hazel ever called Robert dad he’d have to go cry on the phone to Val for 45 minutes
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The Signs Going To The Moon Together

Aries: Has a blind faith that everything is going to work out; flips out when they realize it’s going to take them months to get there

Taurus: Silently brooding in the corner of the spaceship because the space food tastes worse than toothpaste

Gemini: Has one foot in the spaceship and the other on the moon; they are too afraid of the unknown to get all the way out but they are really, really intrigued at the same time

Cancer: Nervous about the trip but excited to go to their true home; sits on the moon once they get there and just enjoys the pure serenity of it, all traces of confusion and emotional war gone

Leo: Trying not to show that they are utterly terrified of getting out of the spaceship and stepping into space, so they hide behind jokes about how stupid all of them were to agree to this trip

Virgo: Actually feels at somewhat at peace staring in the vast nothingness of outer space and doesn’t feel the usual ping of anxiety they get every ten minutes

Libra: Jumps and dances in their moonshoes as they smile in genuine love and happiness, having taken one giant leap for mankind

Scorpio: Over on the other side of the moon from everyone else doing demonic space rituals to summon the power of Pluto fully unto them 

Sagittarius: The first one out of the space ship; they need to stretch their legs and get the hell away from all of the other annoying signs and they don’t care how deep in space they are

Capricorn: Warily watching over Libra to make sure that they don’t jump off the moon by accident and reading their favorite book by the literal moonlight

Aquarius: Collects specimens of the moon so that they can do their own extensive research when they get back home

Pisces: Always dreamed of going to the moon and cannot believe that it is happening; constantly staring out the window the entire trip and enjoying the trippy space scenes

-Deja

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part IV)

A/N: YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED MOTHER HAS ARRIVED TO PROVIDE! Anyway I hope y’all enjoy part four of this mini series. We’re almost there my lovelies.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

You fixed your hair for the third time as you sat at your usual booth at Pop’s. The whole day got you thinking and you decided, it was unfair to Reggie’s part if you were going to hold it against him that he didn’t like you back. You can’t put all the blame on someone who didn’t have any idea of your feelings in the first place.

You toyed with your necklace.

Maybe, it was God’s plan that you weren’t able to confess. Maybe it was fate’s way of stopping you from destroying your most precious friendship with Reggie. What’s so wrong about being just friends, anyway? You did it once and it was the happiest moment of your life, you were pretty sure you can handle this.

It was time to fix everything. You already lost the chance of Reggie being your boyfriend but you still had your position as Reggie’s bestfriend and you will not screw that up. Not now, not ever.

You glanced at your watch and noticed one hour passed from the supposed time Reggie was supposed to arrive.You finished your first milkshake and ordered another while replacing Reggie’s melted one. Coach must be killing them right now. Well, it would make sense since their championship game was just right around the corner and Reggie had been killing himself to prepare for it.

Hour two.

Maybe, he fell asleep. You texted him once again and tried to call but it was left unanswered. You called a few more times hoping the ringing would wake him up but you gave up after the sixth try.

Hour three.

He didn’t forget, did he?

No, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you. Reggie wouldn’t ditch you like that. You waited. For a call, a text, an excuse, a sign to show you that he still cared. That he didn’t forget. That he didn’t forget about you.

That you mattered.

Hour four.

You woke up with a start when you heard the familiar ringing of the bell when the door opened eager to see if it was Reggie’s disheveled hair and guilty face that would greet you but instead, you found the boy next door.

He ordered his usual from Pop’s before glancing around and beaming when he saw you.

“Hey there, bud.” He said sitting in-front of you. “Late night?” he asked as he pouted towards my laptop.

“Nah, I’m just waiting for Reggie.” You said closing your laptop that you used as a distraction to keep you entertained.

Archie’s smile suddenly dropped. “What?”

“Reggie,” You repeated, to clarify that you were waiting for him without needing to repeat the whole sentence. You rolled your eyes when Archie still looked surprised. “He said we would meet here. Y’know the usual.”

“But (Y/N) –“

“But he is late though and I can’t wait to drown him in guilt when he arrives.” You said stretching your arms a bit and felt the smallest relief as it popped.

“(Y/N) – “

“Have you seen him after practice? Maybe he fell asleep and –“

“(Y/N),” you stopped in the middle of your sentence when Archie took your hand to get your attention. “Reggie isn’t coming.”

This time it was your turn to find the right words to say. “What?”

“I …” Archie sighed. Goddamnit, Reggie. “I saw him leave with V after practice he –“

“No.” You slammed your palm in the table making Archie flinch. “He wouldn’t do that to me.” You repeated the very same words you have been using to convince yourself that Reggie did not forget about you.

Archie stared at you as you looked away. Embarrassment and self-pity filling you inside. Tears tried to escape your eyes but you didn’t give them the permission to fall.

“You’re right,” you gave a glance to Archie who smiled warmly. “He wouldn’t do that to you.”Your bottom lip trembled but you masked it with a cough. “I’m sure he’s probably running here right now and kicking his ass.”

That got a small laugh out of you.

“I’ll just wait with you okay?” You shot him a look. Knowing full well he is just staying to make sure you had someone to take you home if Reggie did ditch you. “So that he’ll feel even guiltier when he arrives.” He lied with a smile.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Okay.”


Reggie woke up with a start from a bad dream he couldn’t remember. He heard ringing from the other side of Veronica’s room only to see that it was his phone that was the source of it. Thinking it was the alarm he set he stood up to turn it off but felt his hands being stopped by a heavy weight only to see his girlfriend sleeping peacefully.

“Babe, hey,” he whispered, shaking her gently. Veronica groaned in protest. “Wake up, I need to go home.”

Veronica opened her eyes only to see Reggie already reaching out for his shirt and letterman jacket. “Come on now, stop pouting.”

Veronica groaned even more and reached out for her phone. “Reg, can’t you just sleep over? It’s like –“ She squinted from the bring screen on her phone. “It’s 11:12, baby. Can you please stay? Pleeeease?”

Reggie froze. “What did you say?”

“What?” Veronica watched as her boyfriend literally sprinted towards the other side of the room to check his phone.

Shit.

Reggie literally felt every bone in his body turn frozen solid when he saw that it was in fact past 11 and the ringing did not come from his alarm that he missed four hours ago but from Archie who had been calling him non-stop. Along with a bunch of missed calls from you.

“Ron,” he whispered. Afraid that if he spoke any louder his heart would give out. “I need to go.”

“Wait, wha—“

“Sorry! I’ll see you tomorrow. I just – I got to go.”

Reggie forgot all about his car or the fact that he just left his girlfriend, who is probably thinking of ways on how she can break up with him, in her room, too focused on the fact that he just left you all alone on that booth in the middle of the goddamn night.

He just ran and ran and ran the image of your sad distant stare as you waited for him only giving him more adrenaline to run faster. He could feel his legs shaking but he saw the fading lights off Pop’s in the distance and nearly broke the door as he pushed his way inside scaring the life out of Pop’s.

“Jesus, boy,” Pop’s reprimanded. “You gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Pops- wh- where’s –“

“Oh, (Y/N) just left with that Archie boy a few moments ago.” Pop’s said following Reggie’s stare in your booth. Mental images of your hopeful face making his chest tighter by the second and the sudden information of Archie being with you tonight started to fill his veins with poison. He didn’t know what was worse, you being alone or you being with Archie filling up his spot. “Was she expecting you? She looked like she was waiti-“

He ran outside hoping to see a glimpse of you or that red- headed—Archie!

Reggie immediately dialed Archie’s number. “Come on Arch, come on—Archie!”

“Reg, where the fuck were you?!”

“Look I fell asleep and –“

“You better not use that goddamn excuse on (Y/N) she waited for nearly seven hours at Pop’s!”

Reggie was starting to get irritated. Since when did Archie become so attached to you? That was Reggie’s job, not Archie’s, not anyone’s. “What the fuck were you doing with her anyway? Tryna score with my girl, Andrews?”

“What?” Archie’s brain could not even comprehend Reggie’s nerve but he understood that this was Reggie’s defense mechanism.

“I know you like her, Andrews ever since when we were young. And if you’re tryna use this opportunity to –“

“I’m not trying to use anything, Reggie! I just stayed with her because it was late and she had no one to take her home!” Archie nearly screamed on the phone. Defense mechanism or not, he was being an asshole and Archie is going to put an end to it. “In fact, you should be thanking me because if it wasn’t for me your girl would be walking back home in the dark!”

Reggie sighed trying to calm down. “Can I just … can I talk to her?”

“Yeah … that’s the problem pal.” Archie knew that was the closest thing he can get from Reggie as an apology .

“What?” Reggie was pretty sure he was literally gonna die if his heart doesn’t slow down but his fear surpassed his worry about the state of his body.

“I don’t think she’d even want to see your shadow by the looks of it.”

Reggie slumped in the middle of the parking lot. His legs finally giving out. “Is she … is she mad?” Reggie closed his eyes when he realized that mad was the overstatement of the decade.

“No,” Archie said but he sighed making Reggie confused. “Just, I don’t know, sad? Distant? I don’t know how to explain it.”

Reggie couldn’t help but rub his face, trying to calm down. Fuck, that was so much worse. Reggie would’ve preferred if you actually had fun with Archie and completely forgot about him and his slip-up.“Just … where is she? Is she safe?”

“Yeah, I just took her home. But Reg—“

Reggie ended their call before standing up and running towards your house. He’d be damned before he’d let you sleep sad. He felt a buzz on his phone but ignored it, guessing it was Archie trying to stop him.

Reggie literally prayed the whole way to your house to anyone or anything listening from up above. Praying his legs doesn’t give up on him so he can arrive at your house in one piece. Praying you are still awake so that he can apologize properly and you can just forget about this and cuddle. Praying for anything, hell, he’d even accept your anger but he can’t handle you being sad because of him.

When he arrived in your house he swore the ground was moving under his feet but he ignored the urge to throw up. He looked up at your window and saw that you were, in fact, awake. You even looked like you were waiting for him but of course you weren’t. Your gaze was far from him. Your eyes were roaming at the view of Riverdale from your room, trying to memorize every crevice and houses, afraid of forgetting and at the same time wanting not to remember.

Your attention was suddenly torn from your broken yet beautiful town and into your phone.

I’m sorry I’m late.

You looked up from your phone and saw Reggie, a breathless mess, the one thing that was anchoring you into this town. The one thing that somehow managed to become everything you wanted. The person who managed to make you realize that you have a heart while simultaneously breaking it, all without his knowledge.

You wanted to hold on to him until your fingers started crumbling from the pressure but you knew you had to let go.

The tears started falling.

Me too, you replied.

Before Reggie could finish reading the text and trying to call you to try to talk you have already closed your curtains and turned off your phone.

“Goddamnit!” Reggie kicked the grass, trying to find a way to let his anger and frustration out. Once again he sat on the floor, leaning on the tree beside your house.

This was probably the worst fight you had with him. God, did he fuck up.

He opened his phone again to try and call you once more only to see Cheryl’s text from a few minutes ago that sent a chill down his spine.

I warned you.


Reggie was early at your house. Way too early. He brought your favorite sunflowers from the other side of town and drove twice the speed limit to your home to make sure he didn’t miss you even if he had an hour to spare.

“Reggie!” your mom greeted, giving him a hug. “What a pleasant surprise, darling. Come in, come in.”

“Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” He said giving your mom a hug. “Is (Y/N) –“

“Oh she’ll be down in a few. Sit, darling.” Your mom went back to the kitchen. “Breakfast?”

“Oh no thank you Mrs. (Y/L/N) I’m good.” Reggie doesn’t think he’d actually have the strength to keep whatever he ate inside him, too nervous at your reaction.

“Hey mom I’ll be going early –“

Dumbfounded would be the word to describe as you saw Reggie sitting at the sofa with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a nervous, almost sheepish smile on his face.

“H-Hey.” He said handing you the bouquet. Before you could turn away you saw your mom looking at you at your peripheral view that you gave him a small smile before taking it. “Thanks.” You walked away from him and looked at your mom. “Mom, do you have anywhere to place this on?” you asked.

Your mother smiled sweetly. “Of course,dear.” She said taking the flowers. “I’ll put this in a vase and place it in your room.”

Before you could protest she already walked away going to God knows where. Which left you in an awkward silence with the person you least expected to have an awkward silence with.

“Let’s go?” he asked, trying to slice the tension but trying to ease his way back to you.

“I forgot I actually had to do something –“

“I can wait.”Reggie said too eagerly.

“Reggie –“

“Please (Y/N),” he pleaded. The mask finally falling off to show his desperation. “Let me fix this.”

(Y/N) stared at him but looked down. “There is nothing to fix.”

“I hurt you.” That statement hurt Reggie more than he realized. Saying it out loud really made everything too real. “I fucked up and you are still hurting. God, you couldn’t even look at me for three seconds straight anymore and—and I hate that. And that’s what I want to fix.”

You kept staring down at your shoes while Reggie kept looking at you. Not realizing why he was so afraid to take his eyes off of you. Afraid that you’ll run, which was stupid, but Reggie couldn’t take any chances.

“Walk me to school?” You muttered, looking at him through your lashes.

Reggie gulped but nodded. “Whatever you want, pup.”


When you said ‘walk’ Reggie expected that you wanted to talk but you seemed to be focusing on everything but him. And Reggie is just itching to talk, to hold your hand, to assure himself that he have not completely fucked up the one thing that was constant in his life.

“(Y/N)—“

“Where were you?” You suddenly spoke, making his heart jump. “Last night.” You clarified.

“I fell asleep. Ronnie and I,” the silent wince in your face did not go unnoticed by Reggie and he knew he literally just made everything so much worse. “I—We were messing around and we fell asleep. I set an alarm but I slept through it I’m really sorry (Y/N/N).”

You just nodded and that’s when Reggie started getting defensive.

“Really, pup, why are you making such a big deal out of this. I promise not to do this again, I swear.” He said standing in front of you and offering you his pinky.

“What did you just say?”

“I said I promise –“

“No,” You scoffed and opened your mouth but no words came out. “Wow, you really forgot, huh.”

“What do you mean?” He started getting nervous, if that was possible.

“I thought … I thought that’s why you invited me for a sleepover and—and at Pop’s but …”

“(Y/N/N) please tell me.” He said putting his hands at your shoulders.

Your sad glare made Reggie want to travel back in time and punch his sleeping ass just to stop this from happening. You suddenly looked inside your bag and shoved at Reggie a neatly wrapped box. “Happy anniversary, asshole.” You muttered. “Or is that invalid too since you have a girlfriend already?” You shot at him adding weight on the guilt on his heart. “I hope getting laid was fucking worth it.”

Reggie felt numb.He couldn’t believe he actually forget your ‘anniversary’. His mind got so messed up with football and Veronica that he forgot to buy the bracelet he reserved at the local jewelry shop.

“Jesus fuck, Reggie,” he whispered. He whipped around and ran towards you. You, on the other hand, tried so hard to stop the tears from falling but you were just so full of it.

“(Y/N/N) please I can fix this.” Reggie gasped trying to hold on to you but you just shoved him away. “(Y/N/N)! Wait please!”

“Shut up, Reggie!” you screamed, scaring the shit out of Reggie. “I … I need to go.”

Reggie wanted to protest but you were already on your way so he decided to respect your request. He didn’t realize how literal you meant that.

He didn’t realize he just made the mistake that will screw his life upside down.

A Winter’s Ball

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: flirting, the 40s, hamilton, gay peggy, unprotected sex, no foreplay, sex in a tent, soldier!kink, she wears his hat, musicals, 

Word Count: 1848

so this is a 40′s bucky tale based off of the song from “Hamilton: An American Musical” and i don’t own the song or the concept, i just thinking it’s a pretty saucy number thanks (#dontsuemelin) this also includes a wee bit of “Helpless” because Eliza sure knows how to set a scene, thanks sweetness <3

also in this you, the reader, have two sisters. sorry if you don’t have two sisters, you can just pretend they’re your two best friends or something. if you don’t have two best friends, then pretend it’s me and my sister. also i gave them the classic names, so that’s what you gotta refer to your sisters/friends as now. not sorry tbh <3

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She’s Testosterone 2

Read the Original: She’s Testosterone 
Words: 16k
Genre: 60% Crack, 35% Fluff, 5% Smut. Gender Bender!Au
Summary: Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?

Disclaimer: Includes cross-dressing as the opposite gender. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised. 

Cr.

“Are you okay?”

The voice instantly makes you stiffen but you don’t move a single inch, buried under your thick blanket. You’re curled into fetal position, a small lump on the mattress and pretending to be fast asleep. You listen to a long sigh and thankfully, the next second the light switches off and you hear the creak of the other bed on the other side of the room, a blanket being thrown open and then-

Silence.

The way you tug the blanket down from over your head to your nose, eyes slightly peeking out, is excruciatingly slow and cautious. Your heartbeat pounds into your eardrums and you swallow your mouthful of spit hard. She’s-..no….he’s-….Yoonji is…god whoever this person is - your best friend is lying on their bed, eyes shut tight and beginning to fall into endless dreams.

The wash of moonlight slightly trickles past the curtains, casting a white glow onto your best friend’s face. Her hair has returned to the way you’ve always recognized, length at her shoulders and her lips are naturally tinted pink - undeniably gorgeous and everything you’ve known. The longer you stare at her from across the room, the more relief you get and the corners of your lips upturn into a tiny smile.

Whatever you saw in the bathroom was a mistake. Your eyes were just playing tricks on you.

That’s right. She’s Yoonji.

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3 Days (M)

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Summary: 3 days. That’s how long your family was visiting. You had to endure 3 long days because Yoongi was a master at teasing and you had no self-control.

Genre: !Yoongi! + smutsmutsmutsmut + fluff (rated m of course)

Word count: 9.6k+

A/N : Surprise again? Idk how I ended up writing this fic but yes. 9k+ of Yoongi smut. I’m just going to leave this here and disappear. I hope you like it!!!!!!


When Yoongi woke up, it wasn’t because he wanted to. He would have gladly remained resting in the land of dreams where he was comfortable and warm until nature called if it wasn’t for the other side of the bed being completely empty of your usual figure.

Actually, he would have remained resting even if your side of the bed was cold because here you were, standing above him, shaking his arm violently and calling his name which was slowly but surely enough increasing in pitch until he was certain he was going mad. He would’ve exchanged a cold bed over this any day.

Yoongi groaned into the pillow and tried to shake you off because it was too early and too loud to hear your voice at this ungodly hour of the day but you were persistent and soon enough you were shrieking so loudly that he couldn’t possibly endure or even ignore you any longer

“In the nicest way possible” Yoongi croaked, cracking one eye open to glare at you, his lips pursing together tightly in a very well shot scowl, “Can you fuck off?”

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