seriously why are you so perfect

anonymous asked:

Rodimus and you seem too obvious but I feel like you both would Take the term power couple in a another level, youd compliment Roddy everyday and it always gets him super flustered and blushy, you both do yoga together, training, playing and pretty much everything, you look after him cause he gets stressed easily, you'd bring him energon, remind him to take a break and nap with you, he's not that stubborn with you, so he gives in easily, he loves when you get excited, and LOVES when you kiss him

IT’S NOT TOO OBVIOUS IT’S PERFECT OKAY, A GIRL IS ALLOWED TO DREAM ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER FAVORITE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME!! Why can’t I have nice things :’)

But seriously, oh my god, THANK YOU!!! <333 This was honestly so wonderful to read and it really lifted my mood!! 

I would love to be able to make Roddy happy ahhhh he deserves it!! What a sweet boi <333 

Also taking naps with Roddy would be my favorite thing ever. <333

Originally posted by mermaid-sundae

-Lily

Drarry AU

My brain keeps returning to this idea – what if, in POA (movie universe), Harry never realizes that the crane Malfoy sent him was a note (because I mean, who would)?  Like he just stares at it, confused, then goes “okay” sets it down on his desk and goes back to ignoring Snape

I mean, Draco would be furious because how dare you not appreciate my bullying Potter and the next class they have together, he grabs another piece of paper, writes something along the lines of “You suck Potter”, folds another crane and blows it over – only for it to be left sitting on Harry’s desk again after the lesson, and Harry didn’t even look inside, he didn’t do anything with this damn crane, and Draco is absolutely seething from this lack of attention

So he does it again.  And again.  And again.  

First it’s insults (because of course he hates Potter, they’re archenemies, never mind the actual murderer stalking Harry at this very moment) – “I hope you die Potter” “I wish I met Sirius Black I’d help him” “Your glasses are appalling why do you still have the same ones from first year your prescription can’t possibly be the same you moron” “Eat a bag of dicks Potter” – but a month goes by and he’s running out of things to say and Potter never reads the notes anyway so Draco just starts ranting about everything else he finds annoying


Soon the cranes are just a way of venting – talk about your day, fold a beautiful crane, send it to the person you definitely hate the most.  He still tries to snark and generally antagonize every time he sees Potter, because it’s practically my duty to take the Golden Boy down a peg, Goyle – but he can’t do it the same way anymore, so he takes a step back – in everything except the cranes.  

Every day, every class, and sometimes at breakfast, a crane will land next to Harry Potter’s elbow.  Without fail.  Harry will pick it up, stare at it, and set it back down.  Or maybe slip it into his bag, and Draco’s stomach flips the first time he does that.  

It’s almost like they’re friends.  By now, Draco’s told him things he never even voiced to his friends – that he’s actually terrified of the Dementors, that he keeps feeling like he’s not good enough, because no matter what he tries, there’s always somebody better than him at it – that he still can’t understand why Harry didn’t want to be his friend that time on the train, seriously Potter what did I do?  you didn’t even know me! – and Potter didn’t crumple any of the cranes, so maybe he doesn’t hate him so much anymore?..  Draco knows Potter never reads these notes, but he likes to pretend that Harry knows all these things about him.  And maybe even cares a little.  

It’s stupid, and he really shouldn’t be putting any of such personal details in writing (honestly Lucius would be so disappointed, these cranes are perfect blackmail material and what the hell are you thinking Draco yells Draco’s inner voice) – but he can’t stop.  It’s become a habit, and Potter stared at him for fifteen minutes at lunch today, so he can’t stop.  Draco keeps talking, and making Harry little doodles, and trying not to smile too obviously when another crane ends up in Harry’s pocket.



And meanwhile, Harry’s going nuts.  He just doesn’t understand what Malfoy wants from him, or why he doesn’t run into him so often anymore – and the cranes really seem to be just paper (Ron why does Malfoy know origami is this a general wizard thing or is it just him), and they’re delicate and elegant, and he feels bad about destroying them – so he just leaves them.  

Until, of course, he absentmindedly shoves one in his bag one day – and finds it that evening.  Sighs and sets it on his bedside table, because what else can he do?..  Even if he throws it out, he’ll just get a new one tomorrow.  Or three.  

He’s confused, because Malfoy isn’t even so loud or dramatic anymore, it’s almost as if he’s trying not to attract attention – beyond the cranes – but Harry’s eyes are glued to him anyway.  He knows that Malfoy has to be up to something, because of course he is – but he just can’t tell what, there’s no way to know, and holy shit Ron he just smiled at me what the hell is he planning – and all this time, the pile of cranes on his bedside table keeps growing

He doesn’t lie awake at night, thinking of Malfoy’s smile.  He doesn’t.  Really.  

The next day, when he gets his morning crane, he flashes Malfoy a brilliant smile, and laughs at his stunned expression like ha, two can play at this game!  Gotcha now!  and he’s still thinking that Malfoy’s messing with his mind – except he can’t help but think that it would be nice if Draco was really like that.  If he really just sent the cranes over to brighten Harry’s day.  If there wasn’t something else behind this, because he’s starting to like it.  


All this goes on until Hermione barges into their dormitory again, in the ungodly hours of the morning, like she usually does – and stops dead, staring at the pile of cranes, Ron may have been complaining but she never imagined the true extent of this new, yet age-old obsession.  And of course, Harry tries to protest, that it’s all for science, Hermione, I have to find out what he’s up to and this is the only source of information – but the excuses run dry when she quizzes him a bit and finds out that none of the cranes are cursed, or charmed to yell insults, or anything, really 

So she’s like “well have you tried to unfold one” and no he didn’t, who the heck writes notes inside a crane anyway, isn’t it an artwork??  But hey, that’s an idea, and that night the trio gets together, sitting on Harry’s bed with the crane he just got in Charms, bated breath and all, waiting for it to unleash something nasty (Harry finds himself really really hoping it won’t) 

All kinds of security measures done, and they unfold it 

Hermione’s like “oh.  Oohh,” and Ron’s eyebrows fly away to roam the world

Because inside

there’s a shitty little drawing of Harry and Draco holding hands, with little hearts all around 

Why does no one ever talk about book!Eponine and how she’s a hyperactive, excitable, perfect mess? I mean, her first conversation with Marius is just, “Hey hi it’s nice to meet you your room is really cool and you’re kinda hot oh you have a crush on someone that sucks anyway that’s a really cool painting I see you found the letter my sister dropped wow my sister is so dumb seriously but I love her anyway yeah we send fake letters to people to get money cuz we’re poor did you know I can read I’m really good at it and I can write too do you want me to show you how pretty my writing is no well see you later then!” I’m all for cool, confident, punk Éponine, but I really wish I saw more of this side of her too.

ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ
      sᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ( ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ) ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ!


  • ❝ This is the story of how I died. ❞
  • ❝ That’s when people usually start to look for a miracle. ❞
  • ❝ And for that one moment, everything was perfect. ❞
  • ❝ Why can’t I go outside? ❞
  • ❝ The outside world is a dangerous place filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here where you’re safe. ❞
  • ❝ All the things we’ve seen and its only eight in the morning. ❞
  • ❝ Stop taking everything so seriously. ❞
  • ❝ Stop with the mumbling, you know how I feel about the mumbling. ❞
  • ❝ I distinctly remember your birthday was last year. ❞
  • ❝ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t trust me. ❞
  • ❝ Okay, okay, okay…I’ve got a person in my closet. ❞
  • ❝ I do hate leaving you after an argument, especially when I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. ❞
  • ❝ You are not leaving this tower! Ever! ❞
  • ❝ Ugh, great. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll be back in three days time. I love you very much, dear. ❞
  • ❝ I know why you’re here and I’m not afraid of you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it. ❞
  • ❝ Who are you, and how did you find me? ❞
  • ❝ I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…hi. How ya doin’? ❞
  • ❝ I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story. ❞
  • ❝ I have made the decision to trust you. ❞
  • ❝ Tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. ❞
  • ❝ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. ❞
  • ❝ Well that’s okay, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a despicable human being. ❞
  • ❝ You know I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ❞
  • ❝ This is part of growing up. ❞
  • ❝ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ❞
  • ❝ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ❞
  • ❝ Go. Live your dream. ❞
  • ❝ Someone get me a glass, ‘cause I just found me a tall drink of water. ❞ 
  • ❝ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me. ❞
  • ❝ I have got to get me one of these. ❞
  • ❝ I was going to offer you something worth one thousand crowns, would have made you rich beyond belief. ❞
  • ❝ A gift like that, well, it has to be protected. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my reputation. ❞
  • ❝ Well a fake reputation is all a man has. ❞
  • ❝ Why would he/she like you, come on now really. ❞
  • ❝ Look at you! Do you think that he/she’s impressed? ❞
  • ❝ I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that. ❞
  • ❝ All good things to those who wait. ❞
  • ❝ Well I hope you came to apologize. ❞ 
  • ❝ I need you not to get him arrested. ❞
  • ❝ What if its not everything I dreamed it would be? ❞
  • ❝ And what if it is? What do I do then? ❞
  • ❝ You get to go find a new dream. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not scared anymore. ❞
  • ❝ We want him/her instead. ❞
  • ❝ The world is dark and selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it. ❞
  • ❝ I’m the lost princess. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power. ❞
  • ❝ But I should have been hiding from you. ❞
  • ❝ Where will you go? He/She won’t be there for you. ❞
  • ❝ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ❞
  • ❝ You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s see how fast you can run. ❞
  • ❝ We’re going where no one will ever find you again. ❞
  • ❝Our secret will die with him. ❞
  • ❝ I will never stop trying to get away from you. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t let you die. ❞
  • ❝ But if you do this, then you will die. ❞
  • ❝ You were my new dream. ❞
  • ❝ Did I ever tell you I got a thing for brunettes? ❞
  • ❝ After years and years of asking, and asking, and asking, I finally said yes. ❞

Tied 

Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)


 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 


 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.

***

“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”

***

The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.

***

I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

Being pregnant with Chris Evans' baby:

Originally posted by chrisevanshh

Some parts of the pregnancy are slightly exaggerated to give more humor.

• It’s no secret, Chris has said many times he wants to be a dad and he’s looking forward to it. So, when you stand in the bathroom with the positive tests in hands, you really aren’t stressed about telling him. You’re quite excited to see his face because you love kids too.
• When you tell him you’re pregnant, he looks at you with wide eyes because he has no idea how to react: he’s probably thinking of how much he wants to kiss you for the rest of his life or asking you to marry him all over again, or even make another baby right now!
• Though, it’s not long before he reacts when he sees the five pregnancy tests. He laughs so happily as he spoons you in his arms that you can’t help but giggle and he keeps telling you he loves you so much.
• He can’t even stop kissing you or your tummy.
• The first days after the announcement, he keeps giggling with you and asks himself if it’s a dream or not. He also tries not to freak out and get nervous.
• Your families are overly happy to hear the news.
• His mother cries at this moment because her baby boy will have his own baby.
• Chris worries about his ability to be a good father, but you kiss his insecurities away and tell him he is a great father already because he wants to be a dad for so long and that’s also something he gotta learn with time and with you.
• He takes care of you all day. Every day.
• You can wake him up at 2 in the morning to eat your favorite meal.
• You both eat Starbucks’ jelly beans right after.
• Chris plans your baby’s first trip to Disney World secretly. He buys everything he needs to make sure they will love everything related to Disney!
• He is unsurprisingly protective.
• Chris grins like an idiot for hours whenever he hears the heartbeat of your baby and when he feels their very first kicks.
• - “Stop carrying me everywhere, Chris. I can walk. I’m pregnant, not sick.”
 - “I know, but I don’t want you to take a risk.”
• Chris is here for you every step of the way and assures you he loves this baby and you more than anything else.
• He realizes that marrying was the best choice he made you when your hormones are going wild.
• One day, you catch him purchasing some Patriots baby gift sets and clothing. You basically have to stop him before he can buy everything related to his favorite team in the NFL store.
• He’s still currently trying to find a Tom Brady bodysuit with “Baby Evans” flocked at the back.
• You call your mother every time something new happens during your pregnancy and when she says everything is fine, Chris calls Lisa to double check.
 - “Did you seriously call your mom?”
 - “Sweetheart, it’s just to be sure.”
• Chris smiles every time you say you look too big, but he thinks you are gorgeous as ever with this baby bump. Because you carry life, so nothing is more beautiful.
 - “Chris, why are you even staying with me? I look like a potato.”
 - “You are perfect and this the most beautiful moment of our lives. It’s our baby inside.”
 - “Okay, I trust you this time. But only because you’ve also gained weight.”
 - “That’s my gi… Wait, what?!”
• Chris sings Disney songs every night to your baby before sleep. Let’s be honest, he does this all the time.
• He wants to have a boy first just to teach him how to prank you in the future.

BonusBonus:
• He is in-between a mix of stress and joy when you go into labor. He’s there for you, though.
• You almost crush the bones of his hand when you push.
 - “Never again! I will never let you touch me ever again, Evans! Heard me?!”
 - “Don’t exaggerate, it’s- OUCH!”
 - “Please, Mrs. Evans, stop threatening your husband. You have to push!”
• Chris cries and smiles when he holds your baby for the first time.


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Dear Evan Hansen,

Today is going to be an amazing day and here’s why because today all you have to do is just be yourself but also confident, that’s important, like easy to talk to, approachable, but mostly be yourself, like that’s #1, be yourself. Just be true to yourself. 
Also though don’t worry about wether your hands are going to get sweaty for no reason. You can’t make it stop no matter what you do because there not gonna get sweaty. So I don’t even know why your bringing it up because it’s not going to happen because all you have to do is be yourself. 

I’m not even gonna worry about it because seriously it’s not gonna be like that time where you had the perfect chance to introduce yourself to Zoe Murphy after the jazz band concert last year and you waited afterwards just to talk to her and tell her how good she was and you were gonna pretend to be super casual like you didn’t even know her name and she would introduce herself and you would like “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, Chloe, you said your name was Chloe?” And then she would be like “No it’s Zoe.” And you would be like “Well so you see I thought you said Chloe because I’m just very busy with other stuff right now.” But you didn’t even end up saying anything to her because you were scared and your hands were sweaty, which they weren’t that sweaty but you started worrying they were sweaty which made them sweaty so you put them under the hand dryer in the bathroom so they weren’t sweaty they were just very warm now as well

anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction where you their s/o refuse sexy time😏 because you were jealous of how they were being so nice with a girl who was clearly flirting with them during their date. I hope it's not to confusing thanx xx

Here you go darlin:)


Heres a little something to set the mood:

It was the first time the two of you had a chance to go on an actual date in a while. Between his schedule and yours you were either to tired or too busy. While neither of you minded staying home in fuzzy socks and large t-shirts, you both had to admit you two owed it to yourself to get dressed up, make a reservation and enjoy a nice meal together. 

When the night came the two of you were so excited that you could hardly keep your hands off of one another, you almost didnt make it in time. He’d offer his arm to you, pull your chair out, kiss your temple; really everything that you’d see happening in those romance movies the two of you liked to laugh at. 

Dinner was almost over, your plates sat finished in front of you while the two of you laughed with fingers intertwined on top of the table. It was pure fun. Pure happiness and pure love. That was until a long legged woman walked past the table, her head snapping back to the two of you as she took a double take of your boyfriend. He noticed this and immediately removed his hand from yours as he looked up. 

“Wow you look familiar.” shed say in a flirty voice, obviously she knew who he was but playing dumb seemed to be a tactic she thought would work. You expected him to just nod and look back to you, but as a slight blush met his cheeks and he smiled widely you felt a ping in your heart and immediately you crossed your arms, staring angrily at her. 

She talked for only a few seconds before you looked up at her, stood up, looked at him and said. ‘Im going to the car.’

He wouldn’t be far behind you, obviously there would be a few minutes to spare since he still had to pay. At least he followed me you thought. The car ride back to your shared apartment would be quiet. He’d try to hold your hand, to place his hand on your knee, really anything to touch you. He’d try to break the silence but there was no point. He should only be looking at you that way. 

You got back to you home and immediately took your shoes off, not caring what he was talking about now. You stood in front of your closet and stripped your dress but before you could slip your favorite oversized shirt on you’d feel him wrap his arms around your waist and his lips pressing firmly against your neck. What he was getting at wasn’t an apology, that was made obvious when he pulled you into his front and making sure you could feel every inch of his member….

Jin:

‘Stop touching me.’ You’d say walking out of his arms and pulling the shirt the rest of the way over your head. ‘Jagi..’ he’d say. He’d know exactly why you were mad, but he didn’t realize how mad you were until you walked away from him. You were never able to resist his neck kisses. He’d chase you around the apartment apologizing for what he did. ‘Jagi I was just caught by surprise, you know i would never, ever do anything to make you feel less than what you’re worth.’ ‘Well, you did Jin.’ You’d say now looking straight to the tv you had flicked on. ‘y/n Im sorry, I thought I was just being polite.’ You scoffed and finally looked at him. ‘Stop talking, you’re making things worse.’ He’d freeze and stand there looking at you with hurt eyes for a few minutes before taking half a step towards you before realizing that probably wasn’t a good idea. He’d leave, not wanting to make you any madder than you were. He’d search for an open shop, ignoring everyone who called his name until he found was he was looking for. With your favorite flowers and an array of things that he knew always made you feel better he’d nervously run his hands over his jeans before opening the door. His heart would drop when he saw you, knees tucked to your chest and tears running down your cheek as you stared absentmindedly at the tv. ‘Jagi?’ He’d say catching your attention. You wouldn’t smile, but relief would be visible in your eyes as you stood quickly. You thought he had left to find the girl, that she had given him her number and he was then with her. His gifts would mean nothing more than he was thinking about you and came right back to you. ‘I love you so much y/n’

Yoongi:

He would have caught up to you as you walked quickly down the hallway and so he could take a girl grip on your hand before you made it to the living room. . You’d stumble slightly into his chest at the sudden force of him stopping. He’d hold you tight as he crashed his lips to yours, trying everything to try and save this near perfect night but the moment you pushed his chest away from you all grip would be forgotten and anger would start to boil. ‘Why are you being like this?’ He’d groan annoyed. ‘Seriously?’ You’d asked, actually surprised he didnt realize what was going on. ‘I don’t know Yoongi, how about the fact that the moment someone steps in front of me your all smile and googly eyes!’ You’d sat puling yourself away from him once more as he reached out. He wouldn’t take this very well, you knew that being faithful was the one thing he believed in and what you were suggesting wouldn’t sit well with him. You’d fight, well it would be more you pointing out what he did and him agreeing with you but very loudly. He’d try again to pull you close and when he realized you weren’t going to fight him this time he’d kiss you softly while mumbling soft ‘I’m sorry’s’ and ‘I love you so much’s’

Namjoon:

You’d know he knew exactly what it was he was doing when he started to let his eyes droop just enough to turn his gaze from sweet to sexy. You huffed and pushed him away from you, now that look being the only thing you could see. ‘Baby, whats wrong’ He’d say trying one more time to wrap his arms around your waist. ‘Leave me alone Namjoon.’ You’d say sternly before walking out of your room. He’d shake his head and wait a long second before walking after you. ‘Talk to me.’ he’d say, all of the mushy love that had toned his voice before gone. ‘Why. Obviously your still looking for the next best thing.’ you’d say crossing your arms. His shoulders would drop and he’d fully understand everything. ‘Jai please. You’re the best thing thats ever going to happen to me. Please just forgive me.’ He’d say, his face soft and his hands now outstretched, waiting for you to give in so he could hold you close to your chest. 

Hoseok:

When you pulled out of his grasp he’d look at you with worried and confused eyes. He wouldn’t understand why’d you scoff at him when he tried kissing you. ‘Jagi what happened?’ He’d asked following you to your shared bed. ‘I just don’t want to be touched, Hoseok.’ You’d say getting yourself into bed and laying so your back faced him. Now he would be very worried. You never called him by his full name ‘Jagi?’ He’d say now wringing his hands nervously. When you didnt respond he’d take a hesitant step towards you before fully deciding he wouldn’t be able to sleep if you were acting like this. He’d beg you to talk to him and when you finally sat up and laid one into him he’d look down to his hands and say quietly ‘Jagi I was just trying to be nice.’ Youd know he was telling the truth but still it would be hard for you to get over. ‘It still happened Hobi.’ you’d whisper, now feeling small and a little stupid for being so jealous. ‘I love you more than anything. Please y/n.’ To this you’d just sigh, biting your lip and avoiding eye contact before kneeling up and holding your arms out to which he’d quickly take place in. ‘I love you so much, please don’t be mad at me, I hate myself when your mad.’ He’d say as the two of you laid back and  held each other close. 

Jimin:

He’d know exactly what was wrong when you pulled away from him and pulled the shirt over your head in a frustrated way. He’d shake his head and smirk, laughing once to himself before following you out into the kitchen. He’d watch you grab a glass and start to fill it. ‘Are you seriously jealous?’ He’d say still smirking, thinking how cute it was. It wasn’t until your glass was full and you turned to him and he could see that you were so mad that tears were starting to well. His face would immediately fall, seeing just how much he had actually hurt you started to brake him inside. ‘Jai no.’ He’d say stepping forward, but you had moved around him just as the tips of his fingers grazed your shoulders. ‘Y/n come here, please.’ He’d say following you. When you stopped to turn around so he could see the single tear that had escaped he’d quickly grab onto you so you couldn’t sneak away this time. ‘I have never ever thought of anyone but you. I can’t. I love you so much.’ He’d say kissing your head and flexing his arms around you so you could feel how he held onto you with everything that he has. ‘Ill never do that to you again, I’m so sorry baby.’ He’d whisper as his thumbs caught the next tear that fell. 

Taehyung:

a/n: im winking at one of you

He’d catch your hand and spin you around to face him, his loud loving smile gone. ‘Why are you acting weird.’ He’d say looking so far into your eyes you’d think he’d be able to read your mind. ‘use your brain. I’m tired of always having to explain myself.’ You’d say pulling away from him and walking away. He’d catch you one more time, this time his hands moving to hook behind your neck, his thumbs pressed softly to your cheeks. ‘You can’t just walk away from me. I thought we had a good night?’ ‘We were having an amazing night, Tae! But then you let it get stirred up but some bimbo on stilts.’ You said turning you head so you could avoid his deep gaze that was making you feel silly. ‘Are you serious?’ He’d say, not a hint of humor in his voice. 'Why don’t you ever look at me like that.’ You’d choke. His heart would drop and he’d feel sick. ‘Look at you like what?’ He’d say trying not to think about what he knew you were saying. ‘Like I was the most interesting, beautiful thing in the room.’ You’d say tearing over now. ‘You are the most interesting and beautiful person I’ve ever met. I promise you that wasn’t what was going through my head.’ ‘then what was.’ you tested, still trying to slightly pull your way out of his grip. ‘I was thinking about all the jokes you and I would be making when she walked away.’ he’d say smiling sadly. You knew he was telling the truth, people watching was one of your favorite things to go together. When you sighed he’d pull you closer and kissed your forhead, wanting nothing more than to just hold you. When you wrapped your arms around his middle he’d smile and pull you tighter. ‘Im sorry if you thought I wasn’t being true to you Jagi, I love you so much.’

Jungkook:

‘Don’t touch me Jungkook.’ You said sternly pulling his arms off of your body. When you walked away from him he’d just stare after you, completely dumbfounded. It would be the bathroom door slamming that made him realize something definitely wasn’t right. He’d knock on the door a few times, first softly with a light ‘jag?’ to turn loud and needy as he really started to worry. ‘Come out right now, what is wrong with you!’ He’d yell, his voice so loud that he almost missed the soft sob that came from deep in your chest. ‘Jagi I swear open this door, what is wrong!’ He’d say, panic setting in as he started to imagine the worst things possible. He’d be surprised when you flung the door open. He’d stare at your reddened eyes and the black mascara that you had obviously were trying to remove from your face. You were tearing in that moment, every feature on your face had turned from sad to furious. His eyes would start to sting at the sight of you, going full glossy when you yanked away when he tried to place a soft hand on your forearm. ‘Leave me alone.’ You’d say starting to turn, but this time he caught your arm and made you turn. ‘Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.’ he’d growl. You yanked away from him and held your ground despite the tears that still slowly trailed down your cheeks. ‘One night. All I wanted one night out where you weren’t Jungkook from bts. Not only did you give someone your complete attention and fully ignore me, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. Don’t lie to me, you were kissing my neck because she turned you on.’ you bit at him. He blinked twice shocked by what you had said. Hi face quickly fell after the initial shock though as he pulled you closer. ‘I was kissing your neck because I thought we had the best night of our lives together. I didnt want it to end.’ He said wrapping his arms tightly around your neck and burring is face in the crook of his elbow. ‘It was a perfect night Kook.’ You’d say, your arms still by your side. ‘Im so sorry. I don’t know what to do to make it better.’ He said sniffling slightly. ‘I just want to go to bed.’ You said with one long blink. ‘Can I hold you? Please.’ He’d say stifling one more time. All you did was nod and turn around, but that nod meant everything to him as he quickly stripped his dress shirt and tie, not caring if he was still in his dress pants. He’d climb into bed and pull you close as quickly as he could just incase you changed your mind. 

bitter

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut, angst (the usual lol)

word count: 2.5k

description: living next to your ex boyfriend and having to listen to him with a new girl every night was annoying - but it’s okay cause you have taehyung.


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They portalled into the loft, bags laden in each hand, Magnus with a soft smile on his face whilst Alec gestured at the bag in Magnus’ hand. Or rather the teddy bear in one of the bags Magnus was currently holding. A teddy bear that was easily half their size and was definitely taller than their guest—rather, his guest, seeing that Alexander still hadn’t moved into the loft yet.

A guest Magnus had insisted on getting the teddy for.

“Seriously Magnus. Why would you get her something so big?”

Magnus ignored the words, his mind working fast at the spells he was planning on casting on said bear.

“Because it’s the perfect size Alexander.” He spun around and caught the half raised eyebrow that Alec leveled on him.

“Seriously? That thing probably weighs more than her.”

“And she will love it. Won’t you sweetheart,” Magnus crooned, causing Alec to turn around as the two of them met Madzie’s cautious eyes. She hung by the door, eyes dark and suspicious as she stared at the pristine white fluffy teddy that Magnus carried.

She looked so much like Alec had when he’d first spotted Magnus heading into the store to pick up the teddy bear, that Magnus found the corners of his mouth tilting up into a smile.

The suspicion still remained in her eyes, but she returned his smile, tentatively.

Magnus spun around and crowed. “See? She loves it.”

Alec snorted. “She’s smiling back at you Magnus.” He gestured at the teddy and smiled. “Not at your gift.”

Magnus rolled his eyes. “But that’s because the gift isn’t ready yet.”

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10 Reasons to watch Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

1) It features an amazing collection of female characters, who pass the Bechtel test while actively supporting and encouraging each other.

There’s Bart, who manages to be the most terrifying badass to ever grace the screen while still somehow retaining her child-like wonder and innocence.

There’s Farah, who isn’t afraid to step up and fight for the people she loves, all while battling acute anxiety and the biggest inferiority complex I have ever seen.

And then there’s Amanda, who is utterly fearless despite a near crippling disease that restricts both her freedom and her independence.


2. None of the above women are ever sexualized/objectified. At no point are they raped. At no point does anyone threaten them with rape. Even when they are placed in scenarios where we would expect rape, the threat never arises. In a world where sexual violence against women is commonplace and used extensively in media, this is both refreshing and strangely uplifting.


3. The male characters are almost completely useless and yet utterly charming.

There’s Dirk, who reluctantly allows the universe to chart his course, this despite the obvious trauma of his childhood and his unbearable loneliness.

There’s Todd, who so thoroughly hates himself he can barely stand to let another call him a friend.

And then there’s Ken, who overcomes overwhelming terror to find his place in the universe.


4. Two of the six main characters are characters of colour. And not only are they well-written, they are also central to the plot.


5. All of the bad guys are idiots. Literally. This isn’t a show where the above heroes need to outwit impossibly smart supervillains. It’s a show where the bad guys have no clue what’s going on and can’t even begin to figure out how they got themselves into this situation. This both simplifies the narrative and provides tons of comedic relief.


6. Pacing. Plot. Continuity.

If you’re looking for a show that holds together start to finish, where every little nuanced scene connects to the bigger picture, then this is the show for you. Try watching it through a second time. It’s seamless.


7. Time Travel.

I just love time travel, okay. Especially when it’s done well.


8. It’s weirdly hilarious. I love a show that doesn’t take itself too seriously. I love a show that throws convention and commonality out the window. I love a show that isn’t afraid to be weird. Especially when they’re adapting Douglas Adams.


9. It’s filmed in Vancouver! Wondering why there are so many SPN extras? That would be why. But more importantly, Vancouver is stunning. As a result, so is the show. BC is the perfect backdrop for the show’s vibrant use of colours. It’s really quite lovely to watch.


10. Finally, there are a plethora of ships.

There’s Dirk/Todd, who are utterly adorable in those moments when they do connect. Dirk is the loneliest, neediest person on the planet. Todd is filled with self-loathing. Dirk makes Todd feel worthy of love. Todd offers Dirk a connection. It’s a match made in some weird vortex of time and space.

There’s Bart/Ken, who somehow fit together in ways you’d never anticipate. Bart gives Ken’s life meaning. Ken helps Bart navigate the world outside of killing. They dig on each other like crazy.

There’s Farah/Amanda, who nicely counterbalance each other. Let’s face it, Farah’s a mess, but she’s protective as fuck and Amanda, who actually has her head together, often needs protecting. These two complement each other like crazy.

And then there’s Amanda/Rowdy 3 (yes there are 4 of them), who seem so well matched you’d think they were one soul inside 5 bodies. Plus, these boys would protect her with their lives and yet never once seem to see her as a sexual object.

Don’t like any of the above? How about Amanda/Dirk? Or Todd/Farah? Or Dirk/Farah? Or Dirk/Todd/Farah? Honestly, it’s an open universe, with so much potential and so many possibilities. Heck, I’m even shipping Rapunzel/Shark-Kitten.

But see, you don’t need ten reasons to watch it. You just need one. Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency is a ton of fun, and it’s available on Netflix. There is literally nothing standing in your way.

Black & White | 01

Reader x Yoongi x Hoseok
Genre
: Angst | Smut | Arranged Marriage!AU
Status: On-going
Summary: “I take thee, Min Yoongi, my worst enemy, my rival since childhood, to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, even if I despise you, from this day forward, for better, definitely for worse, only for prosperity and wealth, in sickness and in health, until death do us apart.”

warnings: smut, degrading names, alcohol usage, spanking, 

01 |

gif.credit: unknown (found on google, not mine!) 

Tonight was your high-school reunion.

10 years had flown by quicker than you thought. The whole day your phone had been blowing up with messages and notifications about tonight’s event. It’s not like you weren’t excited to see your old classmates, in fact you had kept in touch with some of them (if two people counted as a lot). But, high-school was more of a blur to you than a memorable one. You were studious, quiet, and rarely included yourself with the girls, since all they were interested in was boys and makeup. You always stuck your head in books to try to go to your dream college, but people still enjoyed talking to you even though you weren’t trying to come across as “likable”. But you weren’t complaining either, since the times you did go hang out with your classmates they liked your company, and you enjoyed theirs, so seeing them again would hopefully be refreshing from your stressful life.

Project director of your father’s successful and prestigious electronic business: Tech-tonix Enterprise. It had taken you your whole high-school, college, and even four more years to achieve your position as project director, one of the highest ranks in the business. But you had to sacrifice most of your leisure time, which was fine since you would much rather be considered one of the youngest and most successful woman in Korea than struggling to get by. Your friends, and even your family, considered you to be a workaholic who will never get married nor settle down. It was half-true, you were a workaholic, and you may end up alone, but that was only because you chose to be this way. If you wanted to get married, you would’ve done it by now. Plus, with the amount of secret admirers and marriage proposals you’ve received, you were sure marriage wouldn’t be a problem, finding a man you liked would be. You were picky, you admitted it, but it was only because you didn’t want to settle for less. You were the freaking project director under your father’s business, why would you want a man who had nothing going for him or an old man who wants you as a trophy? You would rather be single than be married for the wrong reasons. Even so, your mother and your grandmother had insisted on setting you up on blind dates.

Opening your phone to check on the messages your friends had writing all day, you noticed Taehyung, one of your closer friends, had written something about Min Yoongi. You definitely could not forget about him. He was ambitious and stubborn. He was also your high-school and company’s rival. Son of The Min’s Corporation, an electronics business, just like your father’s. You both were aware of each other’s companies, therefore the competition was that much more fierce. You two were fighting for the highest class rank during your first year of high-school. And of course, you ended up being first, but after the first year he had left to America. Apparently, his parents didn’t like the fact that he wasn’t number one, you felt sorry, but you were still proud of yourself.

From: Taehyung 6:35 PM

Yo….I have some good news..well maybe not for Y/N but Min Yoongi is coming! Do you guys remember him?! He’s coming! You remember him, right Namjoon? He was closest to you. keke

From: Namjoon 6:36 PM

Yoongi is coming? I thought he was in America? We haven’t spoken since he left.

From: Taehyung 6:36 PM

Well, he had just barely accepted and checked the “going box” on the E-invite I had sent out to everyone a month ago! -_-  but I totally forgot I even sent him one anyways. LMAO

From: Namjoon 6:37 PM

That’s good then. It’ll be nice to see the son of a CEO at our reunion. He’s the only one I know that is heir to a good company.

You scoffed after reading Namjoon’s text, another one of your close friend’s text. Everyone always forgot the fact that you were also the heir to a “good company.” You were positive it had something to do with you being a girl.

From: You 6:37 PM

Funny how I’m the daughter of a CEO to a good company as well. A very good company that can hack into your computer, Joon.

From: Taehyung 6:38 PM

HAHAHA! Joon is in trouble kekeke~~~

From: Namjoon 6:38 PM

Namjoon has left the group

From: Taehyung 6:38 PM

Taehyung has added Kim Namjoon to the group

Ya!~ Don’t leave I’m sure our little Y/N, is just kidding. But, I’m excited to see you guys tonight at eight!! I’m so excited!! Get dressed right now! Look nice!

From: Namjoon 6:40 PM

You just saw us yesterday, Tae….

From: Taehyung 6:40 PM

Whatever. I’ll see you guys later! Byeeeeeeeeeee!~~~


You had an eerie feeling about tonight. Not just because Yoongi is coming, but you just had a gut feeling things were not going to be good tonight. Running your fingers through your hair, you decided to just push away those thoughts and go home to get ready. You used to hardly wear any form of a dress or wear makeup when you were younger, in fear that your skin would go old like your mother’s. But once you started wearing it, you realized how fun it was. You decided to put on some light makeup and wear a black tight knee-length dress. You curled your hair, and stepped into you high-heels, taking one last look in the mirror before leaving your house. You were nervous. You were nervous that people were going to make fun of the way you looked and dressed. Deciding to change again, you wore a plain white tee with some jeans, then realizing it was way too casual. Checking the time it was already 7:48, so you rushed back into your closet and put on your first outfit again, deciding to not care about what others thought of you (plus Taehyung hated it when people were late to his events).


You pulled up at Taehyung’s restaurant he owned, Ray of Sunshine, and made your way inside. The place was small and cozy near the Han River, inside were hardwood floors and aesthetic portraits Taehyung had taken during his travels. He took his culinary seriously and even spent two years in Europe to perfect his dishes and spices. Which is why you enjoyed his food so much, they were vibrant and almost heavenly. As you made your way inside,the smell of rosemary and grilled meat filled the air. You made you way towards Namjoon and Taehyung and their other friend, Jin. But you couldn’t help but notice your old friend, Sooyoung, who you heard married her high school sweetheart, Park Jimin. You waved towards them and smiled, earning the same response back. Namjoon stood up from his seat and spread his arms wide open, pulling you in for an embrace. You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Stop acting like we don’t see each other often.” You whispered into his ears, causing him to giggle.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile, how have you been?” Namjoon began to ask, still pretending as though he hadn’t just seen you yesterday.

“Horrible. The moment I saw you I feel sick to my stomach.” You joked, holding onto your stomach.

“Ouch, Y/N is still the same I see.” Jin smiled, “Nice to see you again, after ten years?”

You nodded your head and smiled back, “It has been ten years. Nice to see you’re still looking well.”

“Of course, this handsome face will never age.” He winked.

You internally groaned and remembered just exactly why you didn’t–refused to hang out with Jin. Taehyung and Namjoon had tried multiple times to get you and Jin “together” claiming you both would be a good fit, but you could not stand hearing him talk about himself or his dad jokes. He was handsome, really handsome, but you just weren’t interested in a man who was clearly more interested in himself.

You nodded awkwardly and took a seat next to Sooyoung, who hugged you as soon as you sat down.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N! How come you never contacted me?” She pouted as she crossed her arms against her chest.

To be quite honest, the only reason you never bothered to contact majority of your old classmates was because you were too busy. And if they claimed to have missed you so much, they knew you were the daughter of Tech-Tonix’s CEO, therefore they could always call your office building. It wasn’t impossible to have lunch with you.

“Hi, Sooyoung. How are you doing?” You replied ignoring her first statement.

“I’m living the dream life as a stay-home wife. Jimin treats me so well.” She giggled, cupping her cheeks with her hands, “What about you? I heard you’re working under your father’s company?”

You nodded your head and smiled, “I am. I just got promoted to project director, and I’m working with the design team to launch a new video-game sometime next year.”

“Wow…that sounds..good.” She chuckled, “Anyways, enough about work. Is it true your mom is setting blind dates up for you? Because I know a really good doctor who would be the perfect match for you. He’s a workaholic just like you. Plus, you no longer look the same as you did in high-school so he’ll definitely like you.”

You wished you could roll your eyes and push her back so she could fall off her seat. Another person to add on the list to remind you of how single you were. What a wonderful beginning to this long night.

“It’s completely fine. I’m content with where I am.” You replied with a smile.

“Are you sure? He’s really sweet and kind. Let me just give you his number, he’s really kind. I think he’s one of the doctors at your mom’s hospital as well.” She was persistent, you gave her that, but you really weren’t interested, plus how desperate would you sound if you were to take a stranger’s number from a high-school reunion? That just screams lonely.

“Sorry, I don’t date anyone who works under my mom or my dad. I dislike mixing my work with my personal life.” You replied, declining the card she was shoving into your hand, “Maybe you could save that number for Mina, she’s coming in a bit and has been looking for someone to settle down with.”

Sooyoung rolled her eyes and groaned, “I’ll pass.”

You could hear Taehyung and Namjoon snickering in the back, fully knowing how irritated you were with Sooyoung in the matter of two minutes since you’ve been here. It’s no wonder she is a trophy wife. Good for her.

“I think everyone is starting to get hangry, yes?” Taehyung chuckled, looking at you, “The dishes are almost done, so let’s settle down and get ready to dine..and–” He walked to the back of the counter to grab something, placing behind him, “–wine!” He placed the expensive wine bottle on the table and winked.


Around two hours later, more people had shown up, leading to a total of seven bottles of wine being opened and drinked. Everyone was beginning to feel tipsy and were much more talkative. You were surprised a handful of people had shown up, people you didn’t even think who would care to come to something like this. But even so, it was nice hearing and seeing your old classmates.

“So who wants to bet if Min Yoongi is going to show up or not?” Sooyoung slurred as she took another sip of her wine.

“I bet twenty dollars he’s not going to come.” One of your old classmates, Jinyoung laughed as he took out his wallet, slamming a twenty on the table.

“I-I think he’s going to come. I mean why else would he accept my invitation.” Taehyung mumbled, “Yeah, he’s a little late, but who knows?”

“A little late? He’s two hours late. He mind as well stay home, or go back to America. It’s not like anyone remembers him anyways.” Jinyoung scoffed.

“I do.” Namjoon stated, “He was a good guy. I think you’ve been drinking too much.”

“Yoongi was an asshole, that’s it. We all know it. Right, Y/N?” Sooyoung turned her head to look at you.

You shrugged your shoulders and didn’t respond, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. Even if he was a brat, you didn’t see why your opinion should matter. You disliked him because of business reasons, it didn’t mean you hated him as a person.

“Come on, you guys, cut him a little slack. None of you guys even got to know him as a person.” Taehyung responded, “I think we all should just give him the benefit of the doubt.”

“Who knows? Maybe his flight was delayed.” A husky voice spoke from behind you guys.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side.

Everyone turned their heads around to see a tall, bleached haired man standing in between the two front doors. You had forgotten how he looked, still having the image of his fifteen year old self ingrained your head. But seeing him after thirteen years, he looked more mature, but he still had the same pale complexity. The room was immediately silenced with his presence. The only noise there was was the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor.

“Continue with your conversation, don’t let me stop you guys.” He chuckled, “But it seems I’m not welcomed, so I’ll just drop off this bottle of champagne and take my leave.”

Placing his bottle of champagne on the table, Yoongi turned around, but before he could leave Taehyung grabbed his wrist and apologized, “Sorry, these guys have been drinking too much. Stay, we all want to catch up with you. We haven’t seen you since freshmen year, so that’s thirteen years since we last seen you.”

“No really, I’m busy anyways. I just arrived and I already need to fill out some paperwork for my company.” Yoongi replied, “Enjoy the bottle for me.”

Everyone watched as he left the restaurant, the room not only still quiet but now filled with awkward tension. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as you saw the look on Taehyung’s face grow into a frown. You knew how much effort he put to create this event, and even if he barely knew Yoongi, you knew how much it meant to him for everyone to have stayed.

“Are you okay?” You whispered to Taehyung.

He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, “No, I’m sad. Let’s just call it a night.”

Everyone awed and shook their heads, begging Taehyung to just finish the night. But once Taehyung made a decision, he was stubborn and persistent about it. Plus, no one liked a grumpy Tae, he was a pain in the ass.

“Really you guys. Just go home. It was nice seeing everyone again.” Standing up from his seat, he walked away into the kitchen.

You looked over to Namjoon and took a breath, before you both began to kick out the drunk classmates who had ruined the night. After everyone left, you met up with Tae in the back and rested your hand on his shoulder.

“You okay?” You sighed, “What a night.”

“It sucks. I planned this whole night out, and those dipshits ruined it. Honestly, I just wanted to have a good time with everyone, but we couldn’t even have that.” He groaned.

“That’s because they are dipshits, Tae.” You laughed, “Let’s go drink at the bar near your place. I think we could use a couple of shots.”

Shaking his head, he refused your offer, “Nah. I’m going to stay here to clean up and loathe in my despair.”

“Want me to stay and clean up too?” You asked him, tilting your head to see his puffy eyes.

“No, but I’ll meet you up at the bar later? A drink may sound pretty good after cleaning up this shit.” He chuckled.

You nodded your head and decided to head out to the bar near his restaurant by yourself. It was located on the busier side of Seoul where most of the young and fresh people hung out. Plus the bartenders knew how to do their jobs, unlike in the so called “richer” side. Those bartenders were just as snobby as the people. As you squeezed your way past the people inside, you took a seat in front of the bar and ordered your usual margarita.

“I’m guessing the party ended?” A familiar voice spoke from the side of you.

You turned your head and noticed the same bleached hair and white dress shirt sitting in the seat next to you. You chuckled before replying to him, “And I’m guessing you didn’t have any paperwork to do either, Yoongi.”

He smirked and nodded, “Oops, I’ve been caught.”

You took a sip of you drink, still feeling Yoongi’s eyes on you.

“You look nice.” He complimented.

You should feel disgusted with his compliment, but for some reason it didn’t bother, but still you chose to ignore him, pretending as though it didn’t have an effect on you.

“You know, people usually thank others for a compliment.” He laughed, “Plus, I mean it. You look nice. I remember when you used to be so fa–”

“Okay thank you for the compliment! No need to bring up the past.” You groaned.

“That’s all I wanted to hear, a simple “thank you.” Now was that so hard?” He smirked.

You needed more than one drink if you were going to be talking to Yoongi. Ordering another margarita, you finished your first cup and took another sip out of your new one.

One drink turned into five. Throughout those drinks Yoongi and you were, of course, arguing like old time. It started again with both your company; Yoongi claiming Min’s Corporation was better, and you defending Tech-tonix. Then after that, it was fighting about whether or not you were drunk, to which Yoongi began ordering and drinking more of his whiskey to show you how drunk you were and imitating your actions. Shortly after you both had began a race to see who was more drunk by drinking more. And for some odd reason, it resulted back to Yoongi’s apartment.


Hands running through his hair, yanking onto the back of his head. He unlocked his door and slammed it shut as you both made it inside, he pushed you against it the cold frame and placed his lips onto yours. His kisses were sloppy, and his mouth tasted like alcohol, but you were sure yours did too. His tongue explored your mouth, and his hands traveled down to the back of your dress. He broke away from the kiss and placed his forehead against yours feeling his hot breath against your face.

“You could always back out. Just say the word, and I’ll take you home.” He finally spoke.

You nodded your head, “It’s okay. I want to. Plus, we’re both too drunk to drive”

He chuckled, caressing your one of your cheeks with his hand, before placing his lips back onto yours. His kisses were slowly becoming more aggressive. You softly bit his lips, earning a groan from him. Just one simple groan, caused your stomach to turn and your heat to rise. You wanted to hear more of him. He unzipped your dress, leaving you in your undergarments. The cold air brushed against your skin. He pulled away to admire your body, running his hands down your waist. Looking back into your eyes, he placed his lips on yours as he walked you into his bedroom. He pulled his shirt over his head, unbuttoning and pulling his pants down. You watched his fast movements and enjoyed the sight of him undressing. He wasn’t muscular nor defined, but it didn’t matter because his toned chest made up for it. You traced your fingers against his body, capturing every part of his build. You watched him shiver under your touch, as you lowered your cold fingers down to his boxers, where his growing member was located. You grazed against it, before giving it a small squeeze. He bit his lip, holding back his moan. The sight of him growing weak for you was turning you on, but your short amount of dominance was coming to end as the corner of his lips curved into a devilish smirk. He spun you around and pushed you onto the bed before crawling towards up to you. Licking his bottom lip seductively, you were excited to see what he was capable of. Hooking his fingers onto your panties he pulled them down to your ankles, eyes full of hunger. As he dipped down to your thighs, peppering kisses until he reached your throbbing core. You wanted him. You were just as hungry as he was, you wanted him to taste you.

Beg.” He demanded, “If you want me to taste you, beg.”

You were eager for him, desperate almost. You’ve never begged before, if anything the guys were the one who did most of the pleading. You were never one to ask, which made this moment even more enticing. You propped yourself on your elbows, as you looked into his dark eyes.

“I don’t want to.” You teased, “Make me.”

He flashed that same smirk once again, causing shivers down your spine. You wanted to see just what he can do to make you beg.

“Always so fucking stubborn” He scoffed, “I’ll make you beg, but are you sure you’re ready for it?”

Positive.” You whispered.

He sat up and grabbed your hand pulling you close to him, before spinning you around, lying on your stomach. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you were excited for it. You were getting wet just thinking about it. Until, suddenly you felt a hard slap on your butt, causing you to yelp.

“I don’t like naughty girls.” He growled before slapping you again, “So beg, and I’ll stop.”

“I’m not going to.” You spat.

He slapped your ass again, causing you to groan again. It hurt, but for some reason you were enjoying it. In fact, you liked the pain he was causing on your ass. He kept slapping you until finally you decided to give in.

“Please, just fuck me already.” You begged, “I want you to fuck me, please.”

“I thought you didn’t beg? I’m disappointed.” He chuckled.

“Consider yourself lucky then.” You groaned, “So fuck me and get on with it.”

You turned to see his reaction, and of course, you were satisfied. He had his tongue poking against his cheek, smiling before grabbing your waist and turning you around to face him. He placed his thumb on your clit and began moving it in circular motions causing you to moan loudly. You didn’t dare look away, keeping your eyes on his as he was rubbing you. You wanted him to know just how much you wanted him, and to your surprise, he didn’t look away either.

“Do you like this?” He asked, his voice sounding harsh, “I’m not going to fuck you yet since you’ve been a naughty little bitch.” With that, he licked his finger and stuck it inside your throbbing core, “You’re so wet, yet I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Fuck..” You moaned, “Please, just fuck me.”

Ignoring your pleas, he chuckled before sticking another finger inside you. You practically grinding on his fingers, wanting more. Your breathing was heavy, and you were grabbing onto the sheets. The sound of his fingers moving inside you was causing you to build pressure. You were close, and you knew he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. And just when you were about to come, he took out his fingers and placed them inside his mouth.

“What the hell?!” You frowned, as you watched him clean his fingers with his tongue. Ready to argue some more, he pulled down his boxers revealing his long and slender member. Giving it some strokes before sliding it against your wet pussy.

“Fuck this feels so good.” You moaned, “Please don’t stop.”

“Now you’re really begging, huh?” He laughed.

He continued sliding it a couple more times, before grabbing a condom from his drawer and placing it on his cock. Slowly inserting it inside you, both your moans filled the silent room. You could feel it stretching your tight walls, as it throbbed its way deep inside you. Arching your back, you unhooked your bra, pulling it off for him to see your bare chest. You watched him stare with admiration as you squeezed your breasts together. He grabbed your hips and thrusted into you, watching as your boobs moved along with his movements. He smirked at the sight of them bouncing as he increased his pace. Biting your lip, you felt that same rush come back to you, ready to release on his cock. You grabbed onto the sheets and curled your toes, breathing heavily as you looked him in the eyes.

“Come for me.” He smiled, “Come on my dick.”

He sped up, watching your eyebrows crease as you moaned. Grinding on his cock, you moved your hips until you came and trembled all over him. He pulled himself out of you and lied down, patting his thighs, “Ride me, until I come.”

You nodded and weakly sat up on his body, inserting his cock inside you. You already felt yourself getting ready to come again as you began to ride on his hard dick. He kept his eyes on you as you bounced, with his parted lips, a soft moan escaped his mouth. Grabbing onto your hips, he thrusted inside you harshly, not stopping until finally he rolled his head back, shaking and filling his condom up with his cum.

The next morning, you woke up with a huge headache. Turning to face the sight of a half-naked, still asleep, Yoongi, and you soon remembered where and who you were with. You could barely remember the events that took place last night that led up to you having sex with him, but before you could reflect on your actions you moved Yoongi’s arm, that was draped across your stomach, and quickly grabbed your stuff and got dressed. Leaving Yoongi’s apartment before he could realize you were gone, you jumped into a taxi and headed back to your place, not ready to face the rest of your day.


a/n: im so fucking nervous uploading again, iss been a hot minute since i left this writing world. Tbh, I rewrote this plot so fucking much, it was so hard for me to try to create a story line for this. But after a long long long awaited moment, I have created a design and path for this series. I’m still writing and working on the rest, but I’ve been working and going to school, so I haven’t found motivation to write anything. So sorry for the long wait. I hope you guys enjoyed reading part one of black and white, please look forward to the rest! Much love!! Until next time, xoxo. 

Seriously I hate Snape so much, he makes me so anxious whenever I read the Harry Potter books or watch the movies.

He treated Harry and his friends like crap, threaten to kill a students pet, plays favourites, make fun of Hermione’s appearance, and the relationship between him and Lily was unhealthy.

Can we talk about Hagrid instead?

He genuinely cares about Harry, wept when we he had to leave him with muggles, brought him a birthday cake, took him shopping, got him ice cream, invited Harry and his friends for tea, cares about animals, is part giant and hence a minority in the wizarding world, comforts Hermione when she gets called a mugblood, gave Harry a photo album of his parents, and so much more!

Hagrid is definitely one of my favourite characters and is literally a gentle giant. Seriously, why praise Snape when you can praise Hagrid. I’m not saying he’s perfect but without a doubt Hagrid is far more caring and loving then Snape ever was to Harry.

Preference "How they react to you being clueless to their constant flirting"

(LOL FOR OUR FAV BEING 1000% DONE WITH OUR SHIT XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be shocked and baffled by you, not understanding as to how you could possibly miss any of his hints. “Are you fucking kidding me Y/N!? You really don’t think anything of what I tell you? Ok…You know what I’ll be more direct with you how’s that? Yeah, how about I want to shove my dick up your pussy because I wanna impregnate you so that you and I can be forever, like that? Is that really your kind of flirting?”

Daryl-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d complain to Rick, blaming himself for probably being too subtle despite actually being somewhat obvious to everyone else’s eyes. “She ain’t ever noticing me, man! I could compliment her all day, touch her and stuff and all I get is a weird look, like a deer in headlights or even worse an innocent “thanks”, I mean obviously from her tone i’m just another dude to her…Like what should I do?“

Rick-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d find you cute but would come with a plan to set the record straight as he wouldn’t be able to handle the idea of someone else flirting with you. "Y/N, you really can be innocent sometimes…I like that…But I need you to understand that I love you as in I want you to be mine…I can’t stand the idea of you being anyone else…”

Merle-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be oddly turned on and amused, and would work even harder to make it extremely more obvious for you, even going as far as to show it off to you. “Oh baby girl…I just love it that you play innocent with me…It really turns me on…Just look at me…Damn I just want to do dirty things to you…No not like that, like fucking your throat with my dick, that kind of stuff…”

Glenn-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d just laugh, surprising you completely and start to joke about it for a good while. “Are you serious, Y/N? Oh my god! How can you be so lost! I mean I can’t be more obvious than I am! Y/N now that I think about it it’s my fault…I didn’t see the word "oblivious” tattooed on your forehead! Man, I should’ve asked the others to tell me about it! What it’s true you are damn oblivious!“

Carl-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be confused and pull you away to have a serious talk with you. "Wait…Y/N…Do you think i’m as kind to you as I am to anyone else? No…I-I have feelings for you that’s why I worry and all…Don’t tell me you think I wink at everyone too…You do! Y/N, no! I-I do that because I want you to know i’m interested in you…I really like you Y/N, how could you not figure that out…”

The Governor-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d find you rather adorable but wouldn’t be able to keep his intentions hidden anymore as he’d show up to you with some flowers. “You know you’re a real cutie being clueless from all my advances…Yes, i’m serious Y/N, i’ve been flirting with you for a long time and honestly I don’t know how you didn’t see it…But whatever…From now i’ll be straightforward with you…Y/N would you like to go out with me?”

Abraham-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d confront you about it and ask if you were being serious. “Y/N we need to talk, come here…Are you full on serious? I said you looked hot in that outfit and your immediate response was "Don’t worry I’ll go get some water and cool down!” You gotta be kidding me! I was clearly complimenting you! Why on earth would I say that for you to go get a drink?!“

Eugene-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be at a loss and think of himself as unworthy of you, thinking you weren’t interested in him, only for Rosita and Abraham to cheer him back up. "I-I really tried my best for Y/N…I said her hair looked cool everyday…I said she was hot…dope…Everything but it didn’t work out…She isn’t interested obviously…What? I can say better things? I guess…”

Ron-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d get frustrated and it would start to show the more he hangs out with you. “No i’m no pissed…It’s just this that’s stupid!…Ok fine! I’m sick and tired of us…Damn it Y/N what don’t you get? I’m serious…I-I’ve been flirting with you for so long! Did you never consider it once? I mean I can’t be more obvious than anything that i’ve done or said to you.”

Jesus-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be surprised and wouldn’t be able to hide his shock from what your friend was telling him. "What? Y/N doesn’t…doesn’t notices my flirting…You’re kidding right? I-I can’t be more obvious than I already am…How can-…Is there really such thing as someone that clueless? Or wait…You’re just playing a prank on me right, like that’s impossible!”

Dwight-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d resolve himself to making you a grand gesture to confess his feelings for you straightforwardly. “Hey Y/N!…So I figured out that you’ve been oblivious to my feelings or maybe it was me sending you mixed messages…Either way…I found a better way to clearly say what I mean…Here…Yup I carved that myself…I-I like you…More than just a friend!”

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anonymous asked:

hey hypaa this probably is kind of a weird ask but do you ever get sad being black in fandom? i am & whenever i read fic for.. idk ffxv w readers and such, there will always be a throwaway line that lets me know the author didnt really have black or brown girls in mind. and i can't really fault them for that? but i wish i could write well enough (or was at least brave enough to try?) to do something like that for black girls. ik this is random (sorry!!) but it's been on my mind a lot lately

Honestly, thanks for bringing this up, and don’t apologize for doing so, because it’s a major problem not only in this fandom, but in society in general. If we’re not being fetishized, then we’re forgotten in a sea of lighter, brighter faces that are coined as being the default, the epitome of beauty and all that matters.

It’s something that I try to avoid in my own reader inserts, and most of the reason why I love writing reader inserts anyway because I honestly want the reader to be immersed in what’s going on. I want them to be able to put themselves in the story without having to change intrinsically in order to do so. This is also why I like being relatable in my works, have the reader be more like we all are in everyday life in thoughts and actions rather than some persona that people may be in awe of but can’t really connect to.

This is also the reason why, unless I have a vested interest in the character itself, I do not vibe with OC centered fics. I mean, they’re not black or brown so how can I really connect with the vast majority of them, when as a black woman, I am constantly bombarded with imagery and media and the societal expectation that I should revere and emphasize with Eurocentric beauty standards and mindsets? I may be getting a bit too woke for Tumblr rn (everyone on FB already knows how much of an unapologetic black feminist I can be and I’ve lost many “friends” because of my stances), but like… our struggle is real, fam. There’s improvements every day, but in the words of Maxine Waters:

POC, especially in fandoms, gotta reclaim time. Otherwise, we will be effortlessly erased and no one will think anything of it.

That being said, I wanna write a lil black!reader series with all the bros. I just gotta wait till my muse comes up with something extra asf as set up to make them so great. :D
hey babygirl || theo raeken

word count: 2830

warnings: season 6 spoilers and adorable theo

prompt: none

author’s note: posted before, but my old blog was deleted, so now it’s on here!

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anonymous asked:

MC having cute aggression towards the RFA member they're with. (Cute aggression {or its at least what I like to call it} is when you just find your significant other so cute you just wanna bite them... Or eat them up *wink wonk*)

OH THATS AN AWESOME NAME FOR IT, in Tagalog “Gigil” is the closest term, like you want to put your hands or teeth into something because it’s so damn cute… and trying to hold back… but let’s be honest… who holds back? *chomps on Nonny-Chan’s arm… oops… perhaps some restraint is best*

*MC bites Yoosung on the arm* 

Yoosung: “H-Hey! Ow! That h-hurts! W-why did you do that?”
MC:” If it hurts so much… why are you blushing? Did you, did you like that it hurt?”
Yoosung (blushing intensifies): “No… I mean… maybe?”
MC: “Would you like me to try again?”
Yoosung (offering his arm): “I… if you want?”
MC bites his neck instead
Yoosung: “Oh!”


*grabs Zen by the arms and squeezes*
Zen: “Jagi! If you wanted a gun show you only had to ask!” (flexes)
MC: “N-no that’s not it, I just couldn’t hold back my affection for you and I had to squeeze you!”
Zen (smiling fondly): Awww Jagi, you’re too perfect for words!
MC:”… I didn’t tell you to stop the gun show though.”
Zen continues flexing.


*pinches Jaehee’s cheeks*

Jaehee: “MC we’re at work! This isn’t appropriate!”
MC (now draped over Jaehee’s shoulders and hugging her in front of customers) “Awww but honey you’re so damn pretty! I can’t help it! Every time i see you I just wanna smoosh that lovely face of yours and hug you and pinch you and love you-”
Jaehee (blushing and smiling apologetically): “Yes, Yes okay fine- continue pinching my cheeks.” 
MC squeals and continues to pinch, Jaehee sighs just happy her girlfriend has stopped nauseating their customers with her affection. Just wait until they got out the back… then HER pinching would begin.


*
hugs Jumin around the waist and starts aggressively swinging him side to side*
Jumin: “I… as… uh… sweet as all this… is… MC… why are you… shaking… me?”
MC: “Because I love you and I can’t get enough of you and I just want you all to myself and I can’t take it!!!”
Jumin (dialling a number): “Yes, Assistant Kang. Cancel all meetings for today- MC is in dire need of help… well if you must know Assistant Kang, in dire need of me… Assistant Kang? Hello? Hmm… I think we lost connection. Now where were we? Ahhh yes… continue heaving me about as you will my dear.” 
Jumin smiles as he sways along in his wife’s embrace, can’t get over how cute she’s being… thinks perhaps this could be a new natural therapy they could introduce at C & R- Hug it out… hmm… 


*bites Saeyoung on the earlobe*
Saeyoung: “MC… don’t start a game you can’t win.” 
*bites Saeyoung on the jaw*
Saeyoung: “I’m giving you fair warning here MC.” 
*bites Saeyoung on the collarbone as she slides to sit on his lap*
Saeyoung (dramatically sighing): “It seems we are at an impasse my dear. I’m trying to work and you’re sitting there giggling while biting me… There’s only one thing to do- bite you back until your giggling stops and your begging begins…”
MC: “Saeyoung!”
Saeyoung: “Yes, a marvellous start. Now just add… please at the end!”


*aggressively massages at Saeran’s cheeks*
Saeran: What are you doing woman? 
MC: “URGH! I CAN’T TAKE HOW CUTE YOU ARE! SERIOUSLY! HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF IN A MIRROR?! YOU’RE SO DAMN PERFECT!”
Saeran: “Is that why you’re trying to rearrange my face with your incessant pawing?”
MC: “YES!”
Saeran: “Is it helping… this… whatever this is?” 
MC: “KINDA!”
Saeran (sighing): “Okay then. But when you’re done, it’s my turn.”
MC:”Sure Saeran, you can play with my face!”
Saeran: “Wrong cheeks MC.” 

*nuzzles into V’s neck and bites his shoulder*
V: “A-Ah! Is there a reason why you suddenly want to eat me?”
MC: “I always want to eat you, today however- you’re just ridiculously adorable and I had to have a taste!”
V (blushing): “You are welcome to MC, anytime.” 
MC (blushing right back): “I… I meant that in a non-sexual way…”
V (blushing intensifies): “M-me too.” 
MC: “But… if the offer is on the table…”
Bites V’s neck hard enough to leave a mark. 
MC: “Hmmmm, delicious.” 

anonymous asked:

can you draw vanessa in her dress from The Club?

shes here to look good and kick ass, and she already looks good

anonymous asked:

what makes you like hanzo so much?

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for a couple of days now, and I’ve thought about a bunch of jokingly ways I could answer this, but you know what? I’m gonna answer in earnest.

I could yell all day about how absolutely shredded and stunning I think Hanzo looks, but there’s way more to him than that. 

At his core, Hanzo is a really good, complex character that has a lot of potential going for him at the current state of his lore. Yeah, he has flaws, and a lot of them stem from the Shimada clan’s ideologies that were groomed and manipulated into him from birth. There’s no doubt he was forced to suppress parts of himself so he could take the responsibility as future heir for the good of the family. 

You can kind of see that in game? Like, I know in game stuff - mainly interactions - isn’t suppose to be canon, but the facets of each character’s personality has to at least have some kind of canonical basis. So you have Hanzo, who is supposed to be this serious and calculated Shimada assassin, BUT HE’S ALSO… kind of a big nerd? I adore that he laughs at a lot of stuff he does in battle for getting the perfect shots and kills. We’re blessed with the ‘my enemies fall like cherry blossoms’ voice line, BUT MY FAVORITE is the ‘my enemies fall like destroyed piñatas’ bc he can’t say them seriously. JUST- Then you pile on that fact that he makes a Pokemon and a Fist of the North Star reference, and- fuck dude, he’s great. Hanzo has a lot of personality; he’s not a stoic, cold hearted bitch with a stick up his ass. 

ANYWAYS, THAT LAST PARAGRAPH WAS A WHOLE BIG DIGRESSION, but it’s another reason why I love Hanzo so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Let’s get back on track. When it came time for Hanzo to kill Genji, there was no choice. Even with Hanzo disagreeing in the back of his mind, the choice of the Elders can’t be refuted. There’s cultural differences to understand here. Ultimately, Hanzo knows what he did was fucked up; there’s no way around that.This act broke Hanzo’s heart and drove him to reject his father’s legacy, ultimately leading him to abandon the clan and all that he had worked so hard to attain.” So he spends the next ten years on the run trying to redeem himself for the act. He wants to be able to move on, but he’s still caught in the past, still carrying on some Shimada traditions even. That is of course, until he meets Genji in Dragons. 

Time goes by… It was spring in Dragons and now it’s winter; now we get Hanzo from Reflections. This is a new Hanzo; a Hanzo no one has ever seen before. This is Hanzo Shimada finally being able to be himself. It was such a shock to see a character that we saw going around in traditional archery garb no matter what is now in modern clothing? PIERCINGS?? AN UNDERCUT??? I’m pretty sure most people know the cultural significance of Hanzo cutting his hair the way he did. It just makes me really fucking emotional that after almost 40 years he gets to live the life he wants to, and that he’s not bound to anything anymore. He’s finally allowed himself to be free and - what is essentially - starting his Healing Arc. I’m sure he has Depression, and I’m sure he probably has PTSD where all it takes is something like wielding a blade to trigger vivid memories of The Fight™, but hey, he’s slowly taking the right steps towards recovery to take back his life.

I’M PROUD OF HIM

tl;dr Hanzo is a really fucking interesting character if you take the time to understand him. I love him, and I desperately want to know more post Reflections.