so bad at the word thing but so so great at everything else :'d

so recently, there were a lot of really bad spoilers leaked about ML. i can’t imagine how this must feel as a creator, to have all your hard work just thrown out like that for everyone to see, completely out of context. it’s really awful. 

in support of thomas and his team, the discord server i am in decided to start a small project: #HeartsForAstruc –  even after everything, we still love this show and look forward to the new season. this show means a lot to many people. i am  personally really thankful it exists. i have made so many good friends through it,  it’s brought me closer to some old ones, and it’s something me and my daughter can enjoy together. honestly, it’s really hard to put into words how much each of these things mean to me. so just… thanks so much for what you guys do. esp thomas, for creating such a great universe for us to play around with. really, thank you so much.


for anyone else who would like to join in: draw a character [or two, or more; can be ML charas or ml oc’s, or yourself if you want] offering hearts. doesn’t have to be a sign, just some sort of love hearts. post it with or without a message, up to you, and then tag it #HeartsForAstruc. let’s cheer the team on. :D/

Serendipity.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff (with slightly smutty undertones at the end) and a fail attempt at humor; Soulmate!AU where anything your soulmate does to their body reflects on your own

Soulmate Series: Yoongi | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin | Namjoon | Taehyung

Word Count: 2.6K

Originally posted by jungk0oksthighs

You’d never had a problem with the whole ‘soulmate’ deal, unlike some of your more passionate colleagues. It’d never sparked up much of a reaction in you, because honestly, who had the time to actually care? Besides, it did turn out to be rather amusing, most of the time.

Like when you were in the middle of discussing an important project with your professor, for example, and you felt something ticklish on the inside of your arm. You’d always been susceptible to even the slightest brush of the fingers, so you bit your lip hard to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

When you finally got to leave, you made a pit stop at the bathroom, to get a napkin or something to wipe your cut lip—go figure, you’d managed to bite it that hard—and you looked down at your wrist: the source of your problems. Looking at the squiggles on it, you felt like you were supposed to get angry, but honestly, the basic math problems drawn crudely with black ink made you laugh out loud. Sure, you got some strange looks from, like, one person for doing that, but you could tell your soulmate had to be hilarious.

You looked again, unable to resist smiling when you saw—and felt—more black ink being scribbled furiously onto your delicate skin. Your soulmate must have been having a math test or something soon; why else would they have been writing all that on their hand? Though, really, what an amateur move.

You took great delight in re-telling the story to your friends later, but it seemed like they’d reached the point where they were just tired of hearing you talk about your soulmate all the time. But really, they seemed great—and you really, really wanted to meet them. It’s just…you had no idea how.

Who knew a single conversation could change it all?

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Downsized

Title: Downsized

Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride. 

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.

Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got. 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


16:30

Silence.

You hated the silence.

You’ve always hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.

16:45

You stared at the clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Something was wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

Maybe you should just-

The sound of the bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath. 

“Hi there, Y/N.” Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured? Where is-”

“Hey,” the youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question at a time, champ.”

Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his forehead puckered just a tiny little bit.

“Where is Dean?”

“Um,” he started, rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”

“Sam.” you tried again, a bit more forceful. “Where is Dean?”

And then, right before he could actually reply, a little kid with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view, wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.

“Is that-

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V & Saeran's reaction to like an MC with a compulsive shopping problem like "MC when will we ever need fifteen scrub daddies?" Kinda thing. Because lemme tell you late night infomercials will get to you eventually.

this sure is a blast to the past.

Yoosung

  • Questions you? This boy enables you.
  • By month two of living together you own a menagerie of snuggies, an armada of specialized shower slippers, and a single Obama chia pet that lives on the kitchen counter.
  • He wanders in at the middle of the night to you sprawled out on the couch, watching the infomercials flicker in a daze, and he sits down in a stupor near you to sip his coffee and watch what’s occurring on the screen.
  • “Flex-tape,” he says to himself softly. “We could fix anything with that.”
  • “Yeah,” you say.
  • “Like the bumper of our car. And that leaky bucket. And the chair that keeps falling apart!”
  • “Yeah,” you say again, pulling out your phone.
  • Seven thinks this is hilarious. Zen tries to stage an intervention. Jumin is endlessly entertained by this silly commoner practice, and ends up taking one of your Forever Comfy Cushions for his own purposes.

Zen

  • “What are you buying,” Zen says, accusation permeating every inch of his flat voice. Nothing! you insist, but he doesn’t believe you.
  • He never believes you.
  • Zen loves you and thinks the sun itself shines in your eyes, but he also knows that you have a problem and knows that you do not need another specialty home improvement product.
  • “But these are cool!” You insist. “And useful! They’re feet for your chair and they keep your floors from getting scratches and YOU CAN’T TELL ME OUR CHAIRS DON’T NEED SHOES, ZEN. THEY’RE NAKED.”
  • “OUR CHAIRS ARE NAKED, ZEN.”
  • zen doesn’t understand. he’s lived a life of complete asceticism, often not even having the bare necessities of life. and here you are, filling his home with useless junk.
  • like really.
  • why do you need magnifying lens glasses.
  • you don’t.
  • y o u d o n ‘ t.

Jaehee

  • god save this poor woman it’s like dating jumin if jumin had some weird discount shopping fetish.
  • The word “sale” just gets you going like no other, and more than once have you shaken Jaehee awake saying that oh my god there’s this cooking product on tv and it looks so useful i could use it to make you perfect roasted apples AND over easy eggs and if we order now WE GET TWO
  • CAN I, JAEHEE
  • “go to sleep, MC,” jaehee says like a prayer, but she knows that god isn’t listening.
  • you’re going to order it.
  • you’re going to inflict this upon her.
  • …she is kind of grateful though when she realizes how damn handy your stupid Chop Wizard is for slicing onions. No more teary eyes. It’s like a miracle.

Jumin

  • whenever you open your mouth, Jumin hears a great idea while everyone else hears utter insanity..
  • Of course you need five pairs of ant-resistant socks, MC! That sounds like a great idea. Get five for me, too.
  • Of course you need Hydro Mouse Liquid Lawn to promote healthy lawn growth, MC! It doesn’t matter that you don’t have a lawn, it sounds useful for the future.
  • Of course you need a Super Duper Ultra Hi-def HDMI cable, MC! That way we can watch cat videos on the TV in crystal clear quality. 
  • Of course we -
  • MC IS THAT A LUXURY CAT CONDO ON TV?
  • BUY IT IMMEDIATELY.
  • jaehee has to get a storehouse for the Weird Bullshit you acquire and she also wants to die.

Seven

  • He turns infomercial shopping with you into a party game, where you pick random things to buy, and when they arrive, the pair of you try to find the most improbable uses for them ever.
  • Your house turns into this weird, Post-Apocalyptic style wreck where everything is crafted from jury-rigged infomercial products, and Seven is just Loving Life.
  • You have cabinets made out of multicolored duck tape and egg beaters, which you used your 5 Second Welding Wand to create. 
  • Your walls are made out of magic mesh, which you panted with your Specialty Paint Spray Applicator
  • Seven turns the set of miracle knives you bought into a makeshift home security system.
  • The 124-pack of magic, color changing markers was the best purchase of your collective lives, and you color in your ramshackle home, content with no one wanting to visit you ever.

V

  • V cannot say no to you, which is unfortunate, because someone really needs to say no to you.
  • Egg powder! Super choppers! Hey V, do we need a callous remover? S-sure, he stutters, and you buy that too.
  • You own five different kinds of furniture powder, eighty-one types of cleaning supplies, a drawer full of compression socks, and a case of Furniture Fixes to Lift Your Sagging Cushions™
  • Your house is somehow both pristine and also filled with junk. RIP V’s artsy minimalist lifestyle.
  • …Some of the products actually end up being pretty helpful for helping him deal with his blindness, though, so he’s thankful for that, at least.

Saeran

  • HE IS JUST AS BAD AS YOU, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO TOYS
  • like seriously, you come home and you’ve got another box of weird gimmicky art supplies like air-blowing magic markers and color-shifting crayons. 
  • You have a jolly old time using them to decorate the new apple-slicer Saeran bought.
  • He gets a “make-your-own-crayon” kit and, well, that’s your Tuesday!
  • He tries to buy you presents, too, like new pots, pans, and a third pressure cooker, and you’re always so happy!
  • Finally, someone who gets it!
  • Finally, someone who understands!
  • You have a tool for every situation! Who cares if your house is going to burst?
  • …Eventually, Vanderwood convinces you to give some of the excess to charity, because this is ridiculous.

Vanderwood

  • “Can I - “
  • “No.”
  • "But it would be so - “
  • NO.”
  • “It’s so cheap though –”
  • N O,” Vanderwood declares like a Roman judge, then turns off the television. They are not allowing this. They are not playing this game. They are not –
  • Wait.
  • Was that a shower scrubber?
  • Shit, let’s get ten.
“Don’t Look”

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1555

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Bucky shows you how much he appreciates all your help.

A/N: This is a friend to lover sort of drabble. Congrats @marvelous-fvckson the 3K!! Your fics make me happy :) Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

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For this Fic Rec, I only listed stories that are under 1000 kudos, so that people can check out some lesser known (but still great) fics! Happy Reading 😊  😊

                                      Back to School Fic Rec


High School/Sixth Form AU

  1. I made a map of your stars by brightbluelou
    Words: 5k
    Tumblr: @brightbluelou


    or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.

  2. All I Need is Oxygen (and You) by lululawrence 
    Words: 11k
    Tumblr: @lululawrence


    Or…a High School AU where Harry is a bandie and Louis is the epitome of cool, so naturally, Harry must find a way to get his attention and win his affections.

  3. Rhonda by aclosetlarryshipper
    Words: 13k
    Tumblr: @thedarkestlarrie

    or The High School AU that was inspired by Home.

  4. Neptune by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer)
    Words: 14k
    Tumblr: @c-e-d-dreamer

    Harry has always been in love with his best friend Louis, but when new student and goal keeper Zayn starts getting close with Louis, Harry can’t help but assume the worst.

  5. A Month With the Tomlinson Clan by Larry_Klaine_Stylinson
    Words: 14k


    Harry and Louis have always hated each other, but when Harry’s mum and sister have to go out of the country, Harry needs a place to stay, and Anne decides to ask her friend Jay if he can stay at her place.

  6. It’s In The Love. by SS98
    Words: 18k

    AU in which Harry is sorta punk and never stops staring at Louis.

  7. Supposed to Be by kikikryslee
    Words: 26k
    Tumblr: @flamboyantommo

    Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

  8. Pretenses That Bind by BeaniesAndTOMS
    Words: 27k
    Tumblr: @tippytoetomlinsonstyles


    Harry’s the school’s playboy. Everyone wants to fuck him and be him. Teachers and parents are no exception. Louis is gorgeous and a year below him. He’s known for being funny and kind and an all around nice guy. He’s been lusting after Harry for years now, just like everyone else. But he see’s what other people don’t, and he knows there’s more to Harry than meets the eye. He’s dying to uncover the layers that make up Harry Styles.

  9. The Bet by ShellSea12
    Words: 61k
    Tumblr: @0pen-at-the-close

    When Louis bets Zayn that he can make anyone fall in love with him in under a month, he doesn’t expect Zayn to pick loner Harry Styles as the challenge. 

  10. This Offer Stands Forever by Tomlinsontoes 
    Words: 78k
    Tumblr: @pianolouis


    Harry is who high school kids would define as a nerd, he loved going to class and studying, he was just good at school work and saw nothing wrong with liking it. He signs up to tutor students at the middle school down the road where he ends up helping Lottie Tomlinson, younger sister to the ever popular and gorgeous Louis Tomlinson who is also a senior and in a few classes of Harry’s. Harry might have a crush on him and not so sure how to act around Louis but hopes he can get close to the other boy and learn everything about him.

  11. Jefferson High by Wrathfulsmut
    Words: 198k
    Tumblr: @wrathfulsmut


    or a High School AU where Harry is quarterback and Louis is his one escape from reality and Louis is perfection in vans and glasses who wants nothing more than to get out of his small home town, Jefferson, TX.

Boarding School AU

  1. take my breath away (you know i’m bound to choke) by jeepies
    Words: 3k
    Tumblr: @smuttyaf


    Private School!AU were Harry always seems to get Louis and himself into trouble.

  2. Wild by LarryUniverse
    Words: 10k


    or the au where louis is forced to go to boarding school and hates it from the minute he looked at it but a curly haired, frenchy, photography obsessed stunner changes his mind.

  3. (i didn’t mean to) fall in love tonight by zouisclimax
    Words: 35k


    or, the American boarding school AU where Harry’s infatuated with Louis and one night flips his whole world upside-down

  4. Three’s A Party by IlluminateTheSparks
    Words: 54k


    “Who is that?” Harry questions to no one in particular.
    Liam looks to where his best friend is pointing, and snorts when he sees who Harry is looking at.
    “That’s Louis Tomlinson.” He reveals.
    “He’s quite…” Harry starts, but Liam cuts him off.
    “"Short?” Liam guesses, then chuckles to himself because the lad is quite short.
    “Yummy.” Harry finishes his earlier statement.
    When Liam notices the lust in his best mates’ eyes, all he can do is roll his own while muttering a quiet, “Good luck with that.”

Uni/College AU   

  1. I’ll Be There by allwaswell16
    Words: 5k
    Tumblr: @allwaswell16


    Louis is less than thrilled to find out his roommate has coerced his nemesis to check on him whilst he’s sick in bed. However, Harry seems to take great pleasure in taking care of Louis. Maybe this green smoothie drinking, hot yoga instructing, hair in a bun wearing, pretentious art history studying wanker isn’t so bad after all.

    On Monday, Louis thinks Harry’s a twat. By Friday, he’s thinking of reasons for him to stay.

  2. Call Me a Thief by moodlighting 
    Words: 8k
    Tumblr: @mooodlighting

    AU. Of all the people on campus, the one person Louis can’t seem to stop running into is Harry fucking Styles. And he keeps stealing all of Louis’ shit.

  3. The Meeting Place by Velvetoscar 
    Words: 15k
    Tumblr: @mizzwilde


    Bakery working, university attending, empty pocketed Harry Styles loves words, quotes, and wooing the beautiful boy who hates blueberry muffins. Because falling in love is very easy when one is falling in love with Louis Tomlinson.

  4. Happy is the Heart that Still Feels Pain by alienharry
    Words: 17k
    Tumblr: @aceniall


    The last thing Harry needed was the hot RA helping him to make bad choices. Actually, that wasn’t true. The last thing Harry needed was to fall utterly, painfully, stupidly in love with him.

  5. And I’ll Be Here When Only the Silence Remains by louisniall
    Words: 18k


    The one where Louis is a top notch mute violinist and Harry might just be the person he trusts most.

  6. In a World Like This by backonefish 
    Words: 19k
    Tumblr: @backonefish


    Just when Louis’ given up on love, Niall makes him download Tinder. He’s skeptical but he goes along with it. Nothing could have prepared him for the moment he swipes right for Cute Boy in his class.Or when Cute Boys swipes right too.And it’s an instant match.

  7. Loving You’s a Little Different by oakland30
    Words: 21k


    Harry’s in love with his roommate. Misunderstandings abound.

  8. Just Tell Me the Song and I’ll Sing It by myownspark
    Words: 39k


    Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

    Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.

  9. Here (In Your Arms) by AFangirlFantasy
    Words: 42k
    Tumblr: @afangirlfantasy


    College AU where Louis is the upperclassman frat boy with problems too deep for alcohol to drown out, and Harry is the stereotypical freshman with plans to figure out who he is.

    OR Louis has a lot more issues than not letting anyone into his room, and Harry can’t help but help the needy.

  10. Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc
    Words: 99k
    Tumblr: @vurdoc


    A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

  11. Empty Gold by rainbow_kings
    Words: 148k


    In the final year, when Guildhall produces and performs an original play, Louis is heartbroken to learn the lead role has been been received to Harry and he’s the second role. He’s mostly terrified, however, when he realises he has to date Harry in the play as their characters. They come together through awkward stage kisses that transforms to hate sex, heated arguments, rehearsal times after lectures and baking carrot cake together.

Amara and season 11 just don’t work without Destiel

Based on my thoughts and seeing a lot of others thinking the same I went through and rewatched season 11 focusing heavily on Amara’s scenes, in the end putting them back to back to really look in detail and wowzers, that was eye opening.

As well as all the huge amounts of subtext throughout the season as usual, if you watch all of Amara’s screen time and follow her interactions with Dean and her overall storyline (which is the whole of season 11′s overall storyline, just saying) it just does not function without Dean and Cas’s bond. Without Destiel this whole season just… doesn’t work.

So, just looking at the obvious parts (I won’t go into too much detail as I wrote a whole other post about Amara as an exposition for Dean’s feelings here….).

Originally posted by nino-possy

The real ‘upping the game’ in the exposition of Dean and Cas’s feelings towards each other and, coincidentally, the overall arc of the season, comes from THIS POINT, where Amara is textually and visually put forward as a love interest for Dean. There is a clear parallel of Dean/Amara and Dean/Cas throughout the season 11 narrative and it is from THIS point that both Amara and Cas are portrayed romantically, directly mirrored and used in each others’ narratives. This is not a coincidence. 

If it were more referenced beforehand perhaps I may be a little more forgiving and allow more of a ‘platonic profound bond’ reasoning but it is precisely because of this clear move into a love interest role for Amara that Cas and Amara are then clearly portrayed as ‘good bond/love’ and ‘bad bond/love’. One is forced on Dean against his will and he clearly rejects it, one is at its core based on free will and he clearly is doing everything he can to save Cas, even going up against Amara to do this, a very well done full circle of parallels leading into each other… *ahh narrative tie-ins and mirrors - sighing with contentment*.

SO… Since the midseason finale and this scene:

We have the Amara/Love monster who tells us textually that she can “feel the love that you feel”, she uses the particular and relatively precise and uncommon word ‘longing’ which we all now clearly associate with Cas and praying, she talks about his feeling shame… Then moves onto Amara, reminding him of Dean’s way ‘out’, of the ‘bliss’.  For me although this isn’t Amara, the love monster does actually use the words “who I am doesn’t matter” and therefore it’s clear that the information she’s giving us is what is important. This is a clear exposition.

Dean then clarifies to Sam that “to call it desire or love…it’s not that”. So the love monster from Love Hurts - who was talking about Dean’s love and longing and shame… She uh, wasn’t picking up on love for Amara as Dean has explicitly told us that is not what he is feeling. So…. who might it have been referring to? 

The attempting expelling of Lucifer. Is just so much Destiel and has been covered so many times. All I’m going to say here is that despite “God’s freaking sister”, one of the two most powerful beings in the universe, being right there, Dean’s main concern is Cas to the point that he calls out for him in front of everyone else and reveals his weakness, not a particularly restrained or smart move for a trained hunter. Amara and Lucifer both notice this and we are meant to notice them noticing
Why is this important? To clarify that Dean’s bond with Cas and his worry for him outweighs his bond with Amara.

The longing scene. Again, much meta-d. Basics being, Dean is longing for Cas (while actually muttering ‘where are you Amara’ clearly worried for Cas as it is Cas not Amara he is talking to Sam about around this scene. Amara has an actual real, substantiated ‘bond’ with Dean through the mark, sure, but it IS NOT AS STRONG AS HIS BOND WITH CAS (which as far as I’m aware doesn’t actually have any real basis unless the hand mark or something has a role but hasn’t been touched on for 8 years so I’m going with no), ergo Amara has to use Cas to find Dean. Then yes, she totally manipulates him into coming to rescue Cas/Lucifer because Dean is such a good friend

After this we get another very interestingly subtextual scene where Dean and Sam are interviewing Donatello and it is only once Sam mentions the word ‘Angels’ that Amara again immediately finds and comes to Dean.

Again proving that Dean’s bond with Cas is stronger than his bond with Amara.

I particularly love the near-finale narrative, after she expressly tells Dean she cares for him and wants him to be happy, to have bliss - the sandwiching of Mary and Cas in her story which is so relevant to season 12 - how Amara shows that she is capable of just de-materialising Metatron in an instant because she is attacked and angry, she then notices Mary’s picture, she then is again attacked and angry but ‘saves’ Cas, essentially ‘resurrecting’ him from Lucifer’s control, then of course resurrects Mary.

( #Narrative parallels and tropes are a thing is one of my favourite tags).

These are all writing/directing/production choices that were made to show these scenes one after the other and revealing her choices here. Are we not supposed to wonder why she made these choices? 

Are we not supposed to wonder why Amara, all powerful being, is incapable of contacting Dean without going THROUGH CAS (who Dean expressly states is “small fry” in comparison to her), or having a conversation with him where Cas isn’t in some way referenced once she is herself portrayed as a love interest? 

Or why the writing/directing/production team made these choices? 

There is a clear narrative being told here.

If you watch all of Amara’s screen time throughout this season it is just so clear what she is exposing, what her interactions with Dean are based on, how her storyline does not function without Dean and Cas’s bond. I’m not saying her story is pointless, it clearly isn’t, just that it rests on their bond so this shows how extremely important to the whole story their bond is.

Any why? Why are we being shown all this, why are we being encouraged to question all this? I was just reading @charlie-minion’s excellent overview and loved this post with great insight: “The question in season 9 was “who do you love?” Whereas I think the questions in season 10 are “what kind of love do you feel?” and “whose heart are you gonna break?”. 

There is a clear and ever evolving question about Dean’s feelings throughout the seasons which has now kept on into season 12. I think these questions have been more or less answered now, the questions for season 12 and moving forwards are “is this love reciprocated”, which has already been answered textually, “will you be able to admit to this love” and “what are you going to do about it”…

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

exo ↬ how they'd punish you

anon asked: Can you do a reaction where exo punish you for being a bad girl ( like teasing them too much or making them too jealous)?

⇴ xiumin:

i think minseok would really take to punishing you with over-stimulation with vibrators and dildos, as his very taunting reasoning would always be that “you wanted to be fucked so badly, he was going to give you exactly what you wanted.” you’d have a decided upon safeword, of course, in case he were to take it too far, but he really did like to see how far he could push you without you having to use it.

Originally posted by baozzis

⇴ suho:

since i don’t see junmyeon as a strict dom, his go-to punishment would be something more traditional, like spanking. twenty strikes would be promised. he’d want you to count aloud each time he brought his hand down onto your backside; he would give an empty threat to start over at zero if you missed any numbers.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

⇴ lay:

i can’t, for the life of me, see yixing as any sort of dom, let alone a harsh or unforgiving dom. i think, though, that if you were to tease him greatly (maybe somewhere public, i think that that may push his buttons just the tiniest bit), the pace he chose to take with you would be especially quick. sex on these nights wouldn’t be slow and sweet, as sex with yixing would regularly be, but rather fast paced and a little rough.

Originally posted by laynhicorn

⇴ baekhyun:

baekhyun would be really into orgasm denial whenever he wanted to punish you. you’d get to cum eventually but after a great deal of begging, and apologizing for whatever it is you’d done to deserve a punishment. i don’t think you’d be tied up; he’d simply hold down your hips, so that he was in complete control of the pleasure you did and didn’t get. in addition, everything that left his mouth would be playfully teasing, despite the situation.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

⇴ chen:

jongdae would actually enjoy excessive teasing a lot, but if he were to punish you for something else, he’d definitely have fun with it. he’d want you wrists bound together and tied to the bedframe, which would leave you at his mercy alone. as he’s exo’s kinkiest member, he’d use things like menthol rubs on your nipples or pussy lips, enjoying how much you squirmed at the stinging sensation.

Originally posted by you-need-jisoos

⇴ chanyeol:

i can’t see dom!chanyeol punishing you very often, honestly, and when he did, it wouldn’t be anything more than holding a vibrator to you for as long as you could physically take. he’d enjoy it far too much, milking as many orgasms from you as possible.

Originally posted by glamourpcy

⇴ d.o:

similar to junmyeon, kyungsoo would most certainly use spanking as a regular punishment on you. however, he’d be far more unforgiving, and he would keep his promise of starting over if you failed to successfully count all thirty five strikes. afterward, he’d want you to recite exactly what you did, what a dirty girl you were, and also how apologetic you were. he’d want to ensure that you didn’t consider doing it again.

Originally posted by noutsuretho

⇴ kai:

even if you’d managed to coax jongin into a d/s relationship, he wouldn’t be fond of hurting you too much, unless you asked for it yourself. this would be why he would maybe put you on no-touch for a week or so instead, and would do things just to arouse you throughout that period.

Originally posted by jinrinstuff

⇴ sehun:

i see sehun being not only a very strict dom, who’s very easily tipped over the edge of temptation, but also a person who’s very into orgasm denial on the nights he thought you were deserving of a punishment, like baekhyun. the differing factor would be that he’s less playful and more intense. he’s also got a liking for verbally letting you know what a naughty girl you’d been, his favorite words to use being “slut” and “whore.“

Originally posted by weve-all-gone-bonkers

RIP Petyr...

Well? I finally watched it. To be frank, I’m not really heartbroken or as upset as I thought I would be. Partly, I think it’s because I was prepared for what would happen. I’m very glad I read the spoilers ahead of time.

One thing I do want to say about that scene and Aidan’s brilliant acting chops…

LIttlefinger did not die… Petyr did. That was Petyr, the boy from the Fingers, the boy who was cut down by Brandon Stark for the girl he loved, Petyr that felt that final sting of humiliation from his past to be the moment of his death. Petyr died and Aidan was magnificent. It’s a testament to HOW WELL he knew this character. You saw him change from LF to Petyr and that was heartbreaking. Yes, he did horrible things. I’m not excusing that. I never have. Petyr was never a good man. But you have to look deeper than that. D&D refused to explore this side to his character WHICH would have given this scene more depth and meaning. During the meeting with Bran, that would have been a perfect opportunity to flashback to Petyr as a child when he was cut down. To see him as he was before he became LF. To see Petyr turn back into that boy before his death would have give that scene such gravitas. That’s what his character deserved after 7 damn seasons. But of course D&D are fucking horrible writers and are all about fan service.

I really must applaud Aidan for that scene. He IS a fantastic and gifted actor. I am actually grateful that some viewers/fans at least recognize and appreciate him for his talent. As I’ve said before, if everyone hated LF so much, I’d say Aidan did a great job as an actor. So bravo, my Irish prince! You were able to take absolute crap and turn it into something worth talking about.

That said, was the plot was still crap? Of course. The entire Winterfell/Stark storyline this season was a joke and so poorly constructed, but I’ve said that many times before now and won’t re-hash it. It was a disservice not only to Baelish but Sansa and Arya as well. It was pointless and stupid and not worthy of ANY of these characters. It was basically the show-runners being shit and writing themselves into a corner and now had to dig their arses out so late in the series.

I do want to add… Bran Stark’s visions has to be one of the biggest cop outs in story writing. It’s so lazy to give a character these supernatural powers when the story has been almost exclusively political game playing. Yeah, there’s dragons, the dead…but Bran can see current events from anywhere/whomever, the past… what was the point of anything if he can see what Cersei is up to? Dany? Iron born? Essos? It’s lazy writing. Instead of giving the character the growth they need to overcome their protagonists, etc… why bother? Brother Bran can see all! It takes away all element of surprise and drama in my opinion.

We see nothing that would convey Sansa and Arya had a meeting of the minds. All their scenes play out with natural tension and suspicion. No one was in Arya’s room but them. Then to have the viewer assume they naturally turned the tables and were in league with each other all along? It’s stupid. If people would set aside their blind hatred of Littlefinger for a second, they might see that this whole plot was a half baked hack job? When did Bran reveal his knowledge? Why BOTHER with a charade on Petyr when they could just have him killed at any time and place for any reason?

Season 5, Petyr stood there and said “Then I will die”. He told he would beg for his life if that’s what she wanted. BUT he wasn’t begging on his knees then even when she threatened to have Brienne cut him down. I don’t think he would have if Sansa gave the order WHICH would be natural considering she just escaped Ramsay. It would have been rational to kill him last season. I was certain he was going to die last season. And you know what? It would have made more sense. Why did she let him live? She said she didn’t need his army. She should have killed him and it would have been more understandable. She could have killed him right after the Vale came to save their arses but she keeps him around and treats him like rubbish…for what? That’s what I don’t get.

Why keep him around this season at all just to kill him off? If Sansa was so irritated by him and didn’t need him, she could have killed him at any time and obviously Royce wouldn’t have cared. She would have still had the Vale if she told him Petyr killed Lysa. This whole plot was stupid and senseless. Reducing a major character, and YES Baelish was a major and important character, a mastermind, the most dangerous man in Westeros… to a lovesick creeper who hasn’t the sense of his former characterization. This season Sansa basically told him to fuck off at every turn. Why the hell was he staying? Why try to plot the sisters against each other? Baelish is not a stupid man. Old Baelish would have been sitting back and plotting like he did with the Lannisters. Quiet and in the shadows waiting for the right moment.

So to have him breakdown this season just screams OCC and unnatural. His whole character was already dead from Episode 1. He only partially resurfaced as he ‘tricked’ Arya and the conversations in the last two episodes.

It doesn’t make any sense. Not for the Stark sisters or Baelish. I think most LF fans knew he was going to die as some point, but we all believed he deserved a death worthy of his character. His character started EVERYTHING since Season 1 began. You don’t show how cunning and smart a character is only to dumb him down because the ‘good/hero’ characters aren’t developed enough. That’s just poor writing and character development. I know I’ve hammered that home before too but it’s true. I like Sansa but to believe she and Arya outsmarted him on their own merits? Nope. They needed Bran to do that and that’s a cop out. Especially, when Bran said in a previous episode that Arya’s revenge didn’t matter, Sansa’s issues didn’t matter, all the political bs didn’t matter because the war with the Night King was more important (all after he met with LF). He treated the girl that saved his life as nothing. Boy, he sure changed his tune quick didn’t he? As well, as someone who says the politics don’t matter, he’s all bent on making sure Jon knows he’s a Targaryen, the true heir to the throne as soon as possible. Jon being the rightful heir isn’t going to give him magical powers to defeat the dead.

Ugh… there’s just no other word for it except lazy. Jon and Dany is so forced it’s cringeworthy. They have zero chemistry which makes it worse and frankly, it’s not Kit’s fault. I’ll give Kit credit. He’s actually been good this season. Emilia is just….omg. She is so wooden it’s actually quite sad. Every scene is the same facial expression. Her fucking dragon died and her face was just ….durrrrrrrr. She was good in Season 1-2 and it’s been downhill ever since. I really cannot believe how bad she is.

I actually want to give kudos to Peter Dinklage! The Tyrion I used to like returned for one damn scene. The scene with him and Cersei was great. Peter is another actor that is just being wasted with shitty writing. It was nice to see him in a good scene.

And I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but I like Sandor now. Honestly, he’s the only character other than Tormund that I can stand this season.

As I said before, Baelish’s character died at the end of Season 4. What Aidan was forced to swallow for three years was a waste of his time and talent. You can see it in his interviews. He’s too professional to say otherwise but you can feel he was not happy with how this ended up, the lack of scenes/screen time over the last few seasons, and he’s trying to make the best of it.

He gave a great performance. Poured his heart out. That alone made that scene bearable to watch.

I’m not longer angry about it. I feel sad because I was very invested in a character I liked. I still like the ship, I don’t care what anyone else says. I love the character still and even if he meets a grisly end in GRRM’s books, then so be it. I’m grateful to be introduced to an interesting character that captured my attention to the point of writing fiction. I thank Aidan for an amazing portrayal and bringing him to life. Both are sorely underappreciated.

If other creepyshippers and Baelish fans are upset and heartbroken, I understand. I fully expect many to jump ship and move on to other things. It’s to be expected and I don’t fault them. We were robbed of good storytelling and I think the bulk of the anger resided in there somewhere. It’s a cheapening of the story and shows just bad D&D are. It’s not just Baelish that has been ruined. Much of the story has too. Other interesting characters were ruined just the same and they were trying to cram too much in too little time. Wasting time on characters/scenes that went nowhere. Creating plots and stories that were pointless other than shock. They hired some great actors and wasted them. Hired some horrible actors and gave them long winded repetitive dialogue and scenes for years.

I think I’m not as upset or sad as I thought I was going to be because we all know this show was shitty but we were HOPING for better. There were some great actors and characters and we just HOPED it wasn’t going to go the way we thought it might. That there had to be something, a twist, something no one was expecting… anything original perhaps that kept us coming back each season. There has to be more to it than Jon/Dany defeats the Night King, they hook up, Jon is the rightful heir and everyone live happily ever after?

Obviously, that is a no. The story is full steam ahead to the dullest, most predictable ending possible with remaining characters that are either anticlimactic and you don’t really care what happens to them now or they are sad shells of their former selves. Even Cersei is turning into a pathetic caricature of herself. Others, you don’t give two shits about.

Littlefinger was really the first and sadly the last of the great protagonists of the story (even though I’m rooting for him and his new pet dragon, the Night King doesn’t count). Now it’s literally good vs evil. It’s been done to death. It’s been done better.

Thank you but no thank you HBO and GOT. I’m done with the series. It’s not sour grapes because my favorite character is gone. It’s merely because you’ve killed off all the interesting characters that made me want to watch in the first place, only to replace them with ones that would have had me switching the channel years ago.

When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

A Little Too Much

Summary: The stress of college has caught up to you and you have a breakdown. 

a/n: is this a request? HECK YEAH IT IS. it’s actually two requests in one. It was one of those things that I had idea for the other and the other would just kind of fit in. Thanks for all the love for Haunted by Your Ghost! It’s not everyone’s favorite but it is indeed mine. :D I loved having Jasmine giving me inspiration and encouraging me to write that one. You will see a lot more of Jasmine giving me inspo in my future writings. 

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In high school, you did amazing. You were great, you did great in school and everyone knew it. You heard from everyone college would be very different, and harder than high school. And they are right. Unluckily, you’re not a world-wide known musician like your boyfriend. So you have to go to college in order to make a good living.

It’s 3am and you’re trying to finish a 10 page paper that was due tomorrow. High school did not get you ready for this. Why on earth would a professor assign something like this and grade every single one? 

You have had your third cup of coffee, you’re not a big coffee drinker and this is weird. You ran out of red bull around midnight, and was definitely not running anywhere to buy some, you had to settle for coffee. Which your room mate is addicted to. Thankfully, she was very nice to even make you a whole pot of coffee at 12:16am, or you would’ve broke her coffee maker. 

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bts reacts; you walk out

sup, hey, how ya doin!

anon request; a big fight that leads to the s/o packing her things and leaving their apartment? 

hey, hey guys. so i’m back with another react, and this time it’s not going to be very happy and it’s gonna be extremely angsty (well, as angsty as i can write).
but yeah, i really hope you like it and thanks for reading.
note; they’re also gonna be kind of longish, that’s why i only did the maknae line because if i didn’t they’d be a nine million page essay for you to read. and im shitty at writing angsty stuff, so im sorry.

also, i kind of used the text of their “love yourself” posters… idk why, i just thought it'd be a cool thing to do.

Taehyung;

“seriously, taehyung, why did you have to go off like that?”

“because he was flirting with you,” he’d reply to you,

“no, no he wasn’t tae. he was being friendly and helping me find the ladies bathroom,” you’d reply, not being able to believe how childish tae was being.

“i sore him wink at you as you got up, and i know you sore it too. don’t like to me, _____,” he’d say, raising his voice a little.

“winking at me? tae, honestly, i think you’re seeing things,” you’d chuckle to yourself.

“so you’re calling me a liar?” he’d question you aggressively.

“i never said that, i just said i think you’re seeing things. which you obviously are if you think he winked at me because he clearly didn’t wink at me at all,” you state, walking away from taehyung and this petty argument you two were having. “talk to me when you’re not being so childish, im not in the mood,”.

“childish? you think im childish?” he asked you angrily.

“well, teahyung, you can’t say you’re not childish when you’re starting up petty arguments with me and that waiter at the restaurant,”.

“is that a yes?”.

“obviously, tae. it’s a yes,” you reply sarcastically.

“well, i think you’re wrong,” he’d speak up, trying to defend himself,

“that’s a matter of opinion,” you’d mutter under your breath as you walk away, in the direction of your shared bedroom.

“what was that?” he’d yell, grabbing you’re wrist pulling you back. taehyung has never gotten this aggressive with you, he’d never gotten angry at you and this angry looking tae was all new to you.

you hiss in pain a little as he spun you round. “ow, tae. let go, you’re hurting me,” you’d groan out of pain, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip. “taehyung. i said let go!” you yell, trying to pull your wrist out of his tight and rough hold.

“are you going to answer my question or not?” he’d say, intimidatingly, “what did you say?” he’d growl slightly, sending cold shivers down your spine.

“i said, it’s a matter of opinion,” you spat “and what that means, because obviously you can’t understand the most basic sentences, is; yes, i think you’re childish,” you added sarcastically.

“i’m not stupid, i know what it means,” he’d shout, letting go of you’re wrist carelessly.

“well, you obviously have some difficulty taking basic information in if you can’t understand the simple words ‘let go’,” you say walking away again. but once you get into your room you realise he’s followed you. “tae, just leave me alone. you’ve shouted at me, bruised my wrist, what are you gonna d now?” smack me?“ you say sassily, taking a suitcase out of the large storage cupboard next to your bed.

"what are you doing?” he asks, watching you’re every movement.

“packing my bags, what does it look like?”.

“what? why are you packing your bags?” he asks again.

“well, what else would i do? i’m not staying in the same house as the man who just physically hurt me,” you reply chucking a few shirts into the black case.

“what? you’re leaving?” he says “no, you can’t leave,” he adds trying to stop you from packing your things.

“no, tae!” you yell “I’ve had enough. i remember when i first got with you, it was my dream relationship, but now…. now, you’re jealous all the time. you act like someone is going to steal me away from you, you treat me like an object. i’m not your fucking possession tae!” i’m a person, not a toy.“ you rant, tears filling your eyes.

you truly loved this man, but recently this relationship hasn’t been what it should be like. he’s be jealous, angry, and just down right pathetic. and you honestly couldn’t take it, you couldn’t take being treat like his possession. you just had enough of everything.

"no, please…” he’d whimper “you can’t leave me, you’re the only thing I’ve got. yeah, i have the boys but they don’t make me feel the way you make me feel, they don’t make me feel so loved up to the point where i can’t breath,” he’d cry out. a small, thin tear would cut the skin on his cheek and slice it’s way down do his chin, and then falling onto his shirt.

“i’m sorry, tae. i just can’t, not anymore,” you’d sigh zipping up the case and dragging it out the room, just to have him follow you once again. he’d block the door way with his kind of tall frame and try to convince you to stay, but you wasn’t having any of it.

“please, i love you,” he’d coke out. that’s one phrase that didn’t leave his mouth that often, you hardly ever heard those words anymore. it was like 'i love you’ was a taboo in your relationship at this point, that last time he said that was months ago when he wasn;t so cold and so distant.

“but you need to show it, if you loved me you shouldn’t have treat me the way you did,” you shrug as he steps aside, realising there was nothing he could do. “and, i love you too tae,” you’d say opening your shared- well, now his- apartment.

“fine then, leave! i don’t need you, it’s not like it’s hard for me to get another girl anyway. have a great life!” he shout as you close the door behind you, walking out of his life- 'for good’, as you thought to yourself.

but the moment he realised you weren’t coming back he just sat there and wondered what he did and how it all went wrong.

“if i had made a different choice, would you have not left?” he mutters, the warmth of his breath hitting his knees as he shrivelled up into a ball on the floor beside the doorway. crying.
he didn’t think he’d ever stop crying, and could never stop loving you.

“where did it all go wrong?” he’d ask himself “what can i do to change this? what can i do to get her back?”.

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

Jimin;

(i kind of made this one as if jimin had anger issues/problems, like i know he supposedly is scary but i mean as if he gets angry way to easily over the littlest things… if you get what im saying?)

you both walked into you’re shared apartment. you just caught him slagging you off to the other boys behind your back, and you’re defiantly not happy about it.

“jimin..” you speak out quietly. and he looks over at you. “why did you say that stuff? if you really thought it, you’d say it to my face. right?” you added. he tried to reply but it was like his mouth was closed shut. he had literally no idea why he did say those horrible things about you because he knew he didn’t mean any of it, he could never think that way about you. he didn’t know if it was for attention, or if he really is just a dick.

“jimin, did you hear me?” you ask again, waving your hands in front of his dazed face.

“yes!” he yells, making you flinch a little, “yes, i heard you,” he said in a softer tone realising he scared you a little. “im sorry…” he whispers “im sorry for shouting. i didn’t mean to,” he adds backing away from you.

“it’s okay jimin,” you sigh, not being able to look up at him. he hated that. he hated that you couldn’t even look him in eyes; out of fear, hate, disgust… he didn’t know, but he still hated and was scared of that very look. “but seriously, why did you say it? why did you say those things?” you ask.

“i don’t know..” he mutters under his breath trying to avoid the cold stare you was now giving him.

“jimin, how do you not know? you don’t just have a bad say and start saying disgusting things about the ones you love,” you explained, getting a little annoyed yourself.

“well, i don’t know why i said it. maybe for attention? maybe because i'm a complete dick?” he spoke out, quoting what you said to him before you started dating, before you knew about his problems. you remember that day vividly; you was hanging with the boys and he was being rude, just as rude as he was about you about 20 minutes ago, and you called him a complete dick… a few months later you were dating, but that’s not the point!

“i lied,” he spoke out… lied about what? you thought to yourself. “to myself,” he added, “i lied, you can’t love me,” he explained quietly. looking at you, sadness in his eyes.

“what? what are you talking about jimin?” you ask him, extremely confused to what he was on about. one minute you was asking him why he said what he did, and now he’s saying he can’t be loved… that does make sense. you said in your own head.

“leave, _____,” he spoke out, taking a deep breath afterwards.

“what?” you reply, “why should i leave?” you ask him.

“because you can’t love me. im unlovable. how can you love me when im like this?” he shouted, scaring you again.

“unlovable? but i love you!” he yell back out of confusion.

“no you don’t, no you really don’t,” he said back, louder then before. angry jimin meant scary jimin, and you was defiantly scared at this point. you’ve always put up with it though, it’s not his fault and he can’t help it.

“jimin, don’ be stupid. of course-” “no, _____!” he shouted over you “no you don’t! now get your stuff and leave,” he added, screaming.

“fine, then. i don’t wanna love someone who screams at me and tells me to leave for no reason,” you yell back. this is enough. you can’t live like this, you love jimin but you can’t have this every time you argue. it’s like time is repeating itself.

jimin just stood there. thoughts popping into his head. of course she can’t love me, i’ll just hurt her. i’ll break her down, i’ll destroy her. she deserves better there’s no other way.

“goodbye jimin!” you yell slamming the door behind you. he couldn’t believe he just did that, he just told the only person he’s really cared for to get out of his life. the only person who understood him was gone… because he told her too!
it’s madness.

he stood there, picturing you walking down the apartment block corridor- crying. all he wanted to do was run after you and say that he’s sorry, but this was the best thing.

“i lied,” he told himself quietly, choking on the air around him. “i lied, because there’s no reason to love me,”.

(i know this one isn’t really a proper argument, but i did say im not that good at doing angst so yeah… have this instead)

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Jungkook;

as you unlock your door slowly, you hear some voices from your kitchen in your shared apartment with jungkook. oh, are the boys here? you though to yourself. you closed the door quietly, trying not to slam it.

as i walked further into our apartment, you noticed the shadow of two figures. and the presence of a female voice. “jungkook,” you speak out quietly. please tell me he’s not doing what i think he’s doing.

“jungkook!” you yell. he was doing exactly that. he was with another girl. he was kissing her. “what the actual fuck, jungkook!” you add angrily, whilst he looked at you with a puzzled face.

“shit, _____. i thought you weren’t home for another hour or so?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck, pushing this random girl off him.

“well, obviously not. i finished work early, so i thought i’d surprise you with a dinner since i though you were out with the boys,” you explained. staring at this girl who was just eating your boyfriends face off.

“get out then!” he yelled at this random girl, and as she walked out she turned to me saying; “i’m so sorry. he told me he was single,” and then finished with her sentence with “a whole month ago,”.

once she left the house, you looked at him. disgust in your eyes. “aren’t you leaving too?” you asked him as he stood there silently.

“what?” he replied, looking at you shocked.

“didn’t you hear what i said?” you question him. “i said go!” you add raising your voice at your boyfriend of 9 months.

“why?”.

“jungkook! are you stupid? are you thick in the head? you’ve been cheating on me for a whole month, and whose to say that this is the first time,” you replied to him angrily.

“well…” jungkook spoke out, trying to find a way to justify himself. but even he knew this was unjustifiable. “well, maybe if you wasn’t so clingy i wouldn’t have done that,” he said, finishing his sentence off.

“so now it’s my fault?” you ask him “it’s my fault you can't keep your dick in your pants,” you added, astonished by this complete bullshit.

“well, yeah,” he said uneasily.

“get the fuck out!” you yell at him “go on, run after your slut,” you added pointing towards the door. you couldn’t believe he’d done this to you, how could he ever do this to you?

he just stood there, not moving at all. “okay then…” you say quietly walking out the kitchen and into your shared bedroom.

“what are you doing?” he asks you, after following you into the room. but he already had an idea of what was going on, you was leaving him, and honestly he couldn’t blame you at all. what he did was inexcusable and revolting. how could he have done this to the women he loved more then anything?

“what does it look like? i’m obviously leaving,” you replied sassily pushing a few clothes into a small-ish bag.

“please… don’t leave,” he said quietly, knowing it wouldn’t change anything. you ignored him and shoved right past him, not even acknowledging his existence. he didn’t even try and stop you from walking away, he just watched you.  

he watched you walk out of your 'shared’ house. he watched you walk out his life… forever.

he stood there and whispered to himself; “i need to get her back,”. and he though, that’s what my heart wants but i need to give her time. time for this wound to heal, that’s if it ever will.

“i just wish,” he spoke out “i wish to run to that place, in the direction that my heart is leading to,” he added, sitting on the floor. “in the direction of her, once again. just one day…”.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

ayo ladies and gentlemen!
yes, i just did that…
hey! how are you guys?

to the anon that requested this, im so sorry it took way to long to write up. ive just been at school and haven’t really had time, especially since ive been fan-girling over everything that has been happening. but it’s here noe, and thank you for requesting!

requests are open! and im gonna try and get through as many as possible tonigh so go ahead and request something..
also, ive been thinking about doing exo reacts ect. would you guys like that? because ive started to get into the recently, and i think i know them well enough now to start writing about them.

here’s my masterlist, so go check that out!
love ya all.
~ kala
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College AU! Doyoung

Originally posted by yonges

Style: Bulletpoint

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mild swearing, alcohol usage

Words: 4.500 smh

a/n: Some college au Doyoung to get me going!!! I’m sorry this is really long and unorganized but I just love Doyoung so much he’s such a bias wrecker like boiidjfaoedklsa;dkj

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what/who do I request?

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The Things She Carried

Part 1. Robots live among us. 

Dean x Reader (eventually)

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her… 

Word Count: 1400+

Tag List: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @driverpicksthemuusic @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @jensen-jarpad @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @mangasia @27bmm @sharkeeshark @maui137  

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Just Ask (S)

Originally posted by 9taefox

Jimin x Reader 

Smut, Jealous Jimin, Daddy kink.

word Count:1,807

Rated M for Mature read at your own risk

For my lovely friend @irresistiblebangtan


You didn’t mean to do it, you really didn’t. Alright fine. so maybe you did.

But it wasn’t your fault that Jimin’s been ignoring you for like the past two-three weeks or even more; not only had he been neglecting all of your tires at something more than just a short goodnight kiss, something more than the average make-out sessions you guys had or your lazy cuddles before going to bed, but he’s been staying out late way too much, and despite him sending you texts every now and then that he’s coming home soon you just couldn’t help yourself , but who were you to stop the increase longing of his touch, his lips and even his tongue that does great wonders to your body?

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Timeloop Aftermath

((I decided to create a possible idea of what might happen with the Aftermath of this AU. It’s a brilliant AU, so many possibilities and great writing on your part (I also love your art wow)! So, here it is! I hope you like it!))

After the incident, everything in Jeremy’s life changed, and for the better.

After he told Michael about everything that had happened (using the journal as proof, even if he has to read it to him and persuade it to him enough to make him believe him), he was convinced by Michael to get the Squip out of his brain.

There was a whole shitload of stuff that happened (may possibly write it out), whereas Jeremy had to fight against the Squip'a forces, talk to Rich, and finally get that Mountain Dew Red to end it all, Michael being his main support.

Afterwards, with everything that had happened to them with the party and Squips, Jeremy finally seemed to be accepted by people. Not only did Rich come out as bi and started being good friends with Jeremy and Michael, he got them one step closer to Jake, Chloe, Brook and Jenna. Christine had taken a liking to helping Michael after the accident (Jeremy wasn’t into her anymore since he figured out his feelings for Michael, however he couldn’t help appreciate all the amazing things she did), and so the Drama Crew was formed, their friendship really unexpected and magnificent.

Not to mention that Jeremy and Michael had gotten together quickly. Jeremy visited Michael in the hospital everyday after the accident until he got out. Apparently Michael would have full blindness for up to a year, six-nine months at least, and then he’s have eyesight problems for the rest of his life (so, worse than needing glasses obviously, however he’d have partial blindness at times. However it wouldn’t affect him as greatly, and not as bad forever).

Despite the joking bets about how long they’d last, they lasted.. that’s just it. They lasted. They graduated, went to college together (They were cool in college, let me tell you,) and moved in together shortly afterwards. They went on dates, got a dog named Pac-Man (a stray Michael found on the street, what a furry,) , and eventually had a wedding! It was small but cute, the Crew was there, Jeremy’s dad was there, Michael’s parents were there, and Mr. Reyes was there for some reason. It was all amazing, life couldn’t go better for Michael and Jeremy Heere.

That’s the saying, you can only go up. But when you’re up, where else can you go? Well.. only down, of course.

Jeremy and Michael were in their early 40’s. It had been so long since everything happened, the two never imagined Michael’s sight could be so bad ever again. He had been able to see just fine since he had turned 31, despite still needing glasses. They hadn’t even costed the doctor in a whole year, they were so confident.

Confidence wasn’t enough.

Michael had always been insistent on driving himself places after he had gotten better. To practice driving again after getting better, he went to the grocery store to get stuff for the week for them every week, and he had just kept it up since. It wasn’t a big deal.

It had been September when this whole instance occurred. Jeremy sat at home on this Monday, when he had the work day off for Labor day. He sorted through the papers in his hands that was keeping him busy. It wasn’t business papers, oh no (he couldn’t work for a big business anyways, it reminded him of the Squip. Plus he just hated the thought of working in a cubical), these were adoption papers. Jeremy and Michael had been thinking about this for yesrs, and now they were thing of going through with this. He was reading through the different foster care systems near them, when he heard his phone ring.

Jeremy wasn’t one to let his phone go to voicemail unless he was really, really into something or just couldn’t reach the phone. This wasn’t one of those times. He was quite calm at the moment, normal, feeling alright..

He suddenly didn’t feel alright. With the sound of the stranger over the line telling him about the accident. Telling him that his player two had swivered off the side of the highway into a ditch in a frenzy. He was at the hospital. He was under-

Jeremy had stopped listening. Why? Because he dripped his phone on the way outside. Panic ran through his body as he sped out of the driveway in his car, cutting someone off and not caring for a single second.

He could barely breathe as he raced towards the hospital. He knew where it was from how many times he’s been there for this man and this man alone. This man he loved more than anything in the world. The man he saw die so many times before- but felt it so real this time that he felt like he would die right here and now if he didn’t make it to the hospital.

Adrenalin filled him as he crashed into the ER, frantically waving down anyone at all to tell him where Michael was. He looked insane, so if course, security had stopped him before a nurse had came to him.

“Where’s Michael? Where- I-Im married to him! I-is he ok?”

“Sir, were doing everything we can. Hes in a critical state. You have to calm-”

“I can’t calm down! I have to see him- h-he can’t die! I can’t let him d-die! Please!” Jeremy held back the word ‘again’. He also held back tears.

“Sir, I..”

Just then, a doctor stepped into the area. He talked to the lady at the front counter before making his way over to us. “You’re Jeremy Heere, sir?”

Jeremy nodded quickly. “Y-yes, where’s Michael? Is he ok? H-hes ok, right?”

The doctor had paused.

Jeremy felt a fear rush through him at this silence. “H-hes, t-tell me Michael’s ok! Tell me!” He persisted, his voice escalating.

The doctor spoke calmly, obviously rehearsed and drone-like. “I’m sorry sir. There was nothing else we could do for him. Michael had punctured his lung and bled to death before we could do anything usef..”

Jeremy felt his heart drop as the words sunk in. His thoughts seemed to stop, scream to a halt, not disappear, but a much , much worse feeling. The feeling of his whole life crashing down on him and fleeing him at the same time. His heart stopped, like everything else, for a pause that seemed to last for hours.

Then it all hit him. All of it. His heart came back, feeling an ache that only grew worse with every pump. His mind filled with the words of the doctor, the thoughts of his lovers death, the thoughts of Michael, Michael, Michael is dead.

Jeremy was crying. His cheeks were leaking as he pulled himself away from the other men. He stumbled back, still staring at the doctor. His vision became blurry as he started crying harder than every before, his breath becoming tiny gasps, his feet losing balance when he realised he was outside the hospital, on the grass. He brought his hands to his face, weeping and whaling profusely to himself, alone.

Everything came flooding back. And it all guilted him. He could have gone grocery shopping with him. For him. He could have taken him to the doctors to get checked up, seen that his sight might get worse. Checked that his lover was ok with a phone call, say “I love you, player two” one last time. The worst part was that he couldn’t remember the last words they had exchanged.

His mind was in such a spiraling state that he started thinking of everything bad that he ever did to Michael. He reached his deaths, he reached the looping. He remembered every death. He remembered his pain and how none of that pain was nearly as bad as it is now. Now was the worst day of his life. And there had been many bad days for Jeremy Heere.

He just wanted to see his face one more time. He wanted to see his lover, his player two, his alive husband, his best friend, his partner in crime, the most amazing person in the world-

“Or you’ll what?”

The bathroom. The light. The taste of shitty, terrible liquor threatening his mouth. And right in front of him, almost 30 years younger, was the love of his life. He teared up.

“M-Michael?”


(HOOOOO BOYYYYYY I AM. I AM DEC E ASED

I AM LIKE. LIKE THIS

I’M AM PHYSICALLY W EAK

That was really really really fantastic, wow!! I have had thoughts about making the timeline where Michael goes blind the final timeline, sort of like, there’s gotta be some sacrifices, but they don’t necessarily have to be someone dying, ya know? And just imagining all the fun stuff that he and Jeremy go through afterward, hoooo!

All I can think about now is Jeremy pushing Michael (who’s wearing like, shutter shades or a pair of ridiculous sunglasses probably) around in a wheel chair through school and Michael’s like “Move outta the way, bitches, I got an escort to class” and like. Once they recover they get comfortable enough to make blind jokes ppfffp
Although I do like the idea of Michael’s sight coming back eventually. Like the accident at Jake’s house was only temporary and he regains his sight after a couple months or a year or smth.

BUT ANYWAY BACK TO SCREAMING THAT WRECKED ME AAAA!! I just can’t imagine how awful that would be, to live thirty years and then be taken back in time all the way back to the start of the whole thing;; but now Jeremy can try to prevent the whole blind thing, yeah? (Maybe instead Jeremy ends up going blind :0)

STOP KILLING MICHAEL I say as I continue to kill Michael in multiple of my AUs haha–//shot

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! You guys are awesome continuing to shower me with fics and beautiful art and giving me more ideas for this AU I AM TRULY. TRULY BLESSED.)

winglessrobin  asked:

Write me a ficlet about Stiles finding random love poems/notes written on little scraps of paper stuffed in weird places, like between the seats in the Jeep, in the pockets of hoodie he swore he just washed so how could there be intact paper in there, in his shoes, under his pillow. Who is writing all these notes and how do they keep randomly appearing on Stiles person!?!?!

This is unbeta-d, and I am subjecting you dear reader(s?) to poetry written by me masquerading as English!Major Derek Hale. BASICALLY I’m SORRY ABOUT THE CRAP POETRY OK. also im really fuckin pissed off about the spacing of the poems but tumblr is adamant about pretending to not know what the fuck im trying to do when i try and reformat it i need to stop before i just delete this whole post in a fit of RAGE

For RachelBBY

Scraps

The first time it happens, Stiles doesn’t think anything of it. He figures he just wrote it himself in English and then forgot. It’s just a neglected scrap of paper hiding amidst other papers under his desk, sacrificed on the altar of a weekly allowance with everything else he throws out as he cleans his room. He only really glanced at it anyway, he was preoccupied with being pissed off at Derek for being Derek, thinks it said something about heartbeats and irregular spaces. So that was the incident, he supposes.

The second time he’s got his hand stuffed in the crease of Roscoe’s passenger seat in a desperate search for just one fucking quarter, just one, and withdraws a crumpled piece of paper instead. “How long has that been there?” Stiles asks himself as he de-crumples it to read it. He snorts. Obviously quite a while, it’s a poem, and Stiles knows he didn’t write this one, which means it’s circa the Scott/Allison Era.

you laughed

it was Tuesday

you didn’t know I was there

“Not half bad Scotty,” Stiles murmurs, not bothering to finish the rest of it as he tosses it aside and resumes the quest for one measly quarter cause he just wants a burger. Out of life, all he wants is to eat a burger right now. It’s not so much to ask? Right?

He bitches and moans to Scott about his inability to find a quarter and thus eat a burger, but forgets to ask him about the poem thing. The next time he sees Derek, Derek flips him a quarter with a smirk. “Oh, fuck you,” Stiles says, but pockets the quarter and eats him that fucking burger later that night, after they have all managed, miraculously, to not die. “Victory comes in all forms,” Stiles informs Scott sagely in between mouthfuls. So that’s the coincidence, in all its glory.

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Don’t brag

 Note: Okay. I did it. I wrote actually decent smut??? What. Idk. It took a while. About half of it is smut, so be prepared I guess. My reader inserts are also getting longer, so that’s a thing I gues???

Request: Reader overhears Daveed bragging to the other guys how he’s such a top and she just gives him the silent treatment until they get home then attacks him with kisses and ends up being on top and Daveed is just a moaning mess. If that’s not too much to ask?

Pairing: Daveed x reader

Wordcount: 3098

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Originally posted by dailydaveeddiggs

You had gone out to party at Lin’s place with your boyfriend, Daveed. It was nothing crazy, just a cozy ham fam get together with drinks. You had grown pretty close with all of them after first befriending Daveed and later becoming his girlfriend. The original cast saw each other a lot and you were always welcome, as were everyone else related to any of them.

You had a lot of fun with the cast and Lin’s wife and they had all become like family really quickly. At first, you were very hesitant. Not because they seemed like they would not be likeable, but because you were somewhat of a private person. But, that soon vanished once you actually met them. They all cared about you and they all wanted you the best.

While you were helping Vanessa and Jasmine with the drinks Rafa and Daveed were hanging on the couch.

The subject of Daveed and Rafa’s conversation had somehow fallen on Daveed’s sex life and luckily you were not with them. You were busy bringing drinks around to everyone. But if you had been, Daveed definitely would not be bragging like that.

”No, for real. I’m serious. I’m totally dominant. Y/N is basically butter in my hands.” Daveed bragged.

“Yeah, I am sure you are.” Rafa snorted, not really believing him. He always noticed how much power you had over Daveed. He was actually pretty sure it was the other way around.

“Shut up, Rafa. You don’t know what goes down in my bedroom. I’m just saying, I can make her come just by touching….” He trailed of, as Rafa signaled frantically for him to stop. It was too late, as you had just come up behind them and had practically heard everything your boyfriend just said.

“Hey Rafa. Want a beer?” You asked sweetly, ignoring Daveed. You were somewhat pissed about him sharing your sex life, but you also wanted to knock him off his high horse and you were already making plans on how to do so. Starting by giving him the silent treatment until you got home was your first move, then you would have to figure out what to do once you got there.

“Y/N. Sure.” He gulped, obviously worried that you were pissed at him. But, you were not. This was not his fault after all. You handed him one of green bottle with a soft smile.

“Uhm. Can I have one too, babe?” Daveed asked, treading lightly. He obviously knew that you were not too happy with him right now.

You simply ignored him and walked off to hang with Jasmine and Anthony instead, because they were always great at giving you advice no matter what it was about. You were actually sort of embarrassed that Daveed was telling people about what happened in your bedroom. If he told Rafa that, who else has he talked to about it?

You sat down with them and with a soft groan you buried your head in your hands. You wanted to give your boyfriend some kind of payback. But how?

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Jasmine asked worriedly as you seemed to have lost your previous happy spark that you had had all night.

“D just told Rafa about our sexlife.” You admitted.

Anthony could not help the chuckle that left his lips and Jasmine had to nudge him away from the two of you so you could talk somewhat privately. “And that’s a problem?” She just wanted to confirm if that was really the problem.

“Well, no. Yes. I don’t know Jass… Not normally. I guess? It’s just he bragged so much and I just want to give him some payback….” Your trailed of, not knowing what else to say. You were not even sure what you wanted to do.

“Well, what did he say Y/N?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.

A giggle slipped through your lips at that. “He told Rafa that he was so dominant and such a top.” You told her while laughing. It was not exactly true. Not all the time anyway.

“What? Seriously?” She laughed too and shook her head shortly. “So, from what you’ve told me that definitely isn’t true.” She added with a grin. It seemed like she was trying to help you piece together a plan.

“Yeah. It’s sort of ridiculous. I mean…. It’s right most of the times. But, he literally said that he could make me come just by touching me.” You laughed again. It was actually sort of ironic.

“Well, I totally agree. You gotta give him some payback Y/N.” She grinned. It was one of her mischievous ‘I know what we are going to do’- grins.

“Spit it out, Jass.” You said with a grin. You definitely wanted to know what she had in mind. She was so much better at this than you were. At least, you thought so.

“Well… First off, do you have anything in mind?” She asked. It felt like you were planning some kind of crazy revenge, and in a way, you were.

“Well. I sorta wanted to give him the silent treatment, you know. Until we got back home. But other than that, I am kind of clueless.” You admitted. You wanted to show him that he definitely was not as much of a top as he would like to think.

“You gotta fuck him, Y/N. You just have to. Just give him that silent treatment of yours for the rest of the night. And make him want you so bad. I don’t know how, but I’m sure you do. Then, when you get back home take charge and show him that you won’t take his bullshit.” She explained with a grin.

“Yeah, I love it Jass.” You agreed and high fived your friend. He was definitely going to get some payback and it would definitely be a lot of fun.

After what seemed like ages, the party was finally starting to come to an end. You had tried really hard to be cool about this, but you were actually sort of nervous. Though, you quickly got into it and you had managed to turn him on pretty quickly and he was basically begging you to go home a couple of times. Still, you had simply ignored him and kept talking to whoever was around. At first, it was Jass, then you talked to Lin, Chris. You managed to go through a lot of conversations while ignoring your boyfriend. It was a lot of fun to watch how impatient he grew.

You had stuck around, helping Lin and Vanessa with cleaning. It was not too bad, as everyone had taken out their bottles and stuff before they left. The only thing left was to clean the kitchen. You took it slowly, just to drag everything out.

“Y/N. Can we please leave now?” Daveed begged while you finished of the last vine glasses. You still had no intention of answering him. Vanessa had luckily been let in on your plan, so she quickly helped you out.

“Jesus, Daveed. You are so impatient. We’re done in a minute.” She said with a gentle chuckle and you looked at her with a thankful smirk. She had just saved your ass from breaking your own plan. You were honestly starting to get a bit annoyed with all the begging. It was his own fault, honestly.

After finishing off the rest of the kitchen as slowly as possible, you hugged Vanessa and Lin goodbye before the two of you walked home in silence. He obviously had no idea why you were ignoring him, but he still kept his mouth shut because his brain was working hard on figuring out what the hell he had done wrong.

Once you made it back to your apartment, you locked the two of you in and started taking off your shoes and jacket without a word.

“Y/N. Seriously, why the fuck are you angry man?” He had obviously given up on trying to figure it out and was getting a tiny bit annoyed.

You were unable to help the small smirk that crawled onto your lips. He was obviously frustrated. “Strip.” You simply answered as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What?” He asked with a stifled chuckle, he really thought that he heard wrong.

“You heard me, D. Strip.” You stated firmly. You were not going to give in to the temptation of having him on top of you. This was your chance to show him that he was not as much a top as he would like to be.

He hesitantly started by taking of his shirt, sort of unsure as to what was going on at first. He shrugged his shirt of his shoulders and let it fall onto the floor behind him. When he stopped afterwards, an annoyed groan escaped your lips.

“Really? Are you dumb or something?” You deadpanned, though you were cracking up inside. He was so clueless. “Pants.” You commanded. “Or do you need help with that?” You arched an eyebrow teasingly.

“Y/N… Wh—“

“Pants.” You cut him off. You bit your bottom lip lightly as he started to remove his pants. He was definitely starting to get what all of this was all about and both his pants and boxers came off in a matter of seconds.

He started to step towards you, but you held your hand up, stopping him in his track. “Bedroom.” You simply said and he obliged, leading the way to your bedroom.

Once inside, you gently pushed him onto the bed, letting him land on his back. You started by removing all of your clothes slowly, except for your underwear while he looked up at you with wide eyes. You had no plan of giving in and creating some sort of boundary between the two of you was probably the easiest way to do so and that was probably why you decided to keep your underwear on.

You looked down at him for a second. He was already hard for you and it made you grin. “Who has control over who, huh?” You teased and simply owned an annoyed groan from him.

“Really is this what this is ab.-“ He cut himself off with a moan as your slightly cold hand wrapped around him.  

“Sorry, you were saying?” You asked, as your hand started to move around him at an almost painfully slow pace. The question simply earned you a grunt from your Daveed.

You quickly noticed that he was starting to grow impatient, and you were confirmed in this just seconds later by his words. “Stop teasing me, Y/N.” He growled.

“Only if you shut up.” You answered innocently. He definitely did not like having you in control, mostly because you spend more time teasing him than pleasing him.

He obliged and kept his mouth shut, even while you kept torturing him with the slow pace. You could practically see him grow even more and more impatient and when he was finally about to say something again, your hand disappeared from his erection, which caused a whimper escaped his lips. You cut him off again before he could say anything, taking him into your mouth.

“Jesus.. Fuck.” He moaned as he was about to grab a fistful of your hair.

You pulled back with a slight pop and glared up at him. “If you touch me, I will literally leave this bedroom.” You breathed. You were really turned on too, but you still wanted to show him that he was not in charge… Not all the time anyway and definitely not now.

He obliged and as you took him into your mouth again and swallowed around him, his fingers dug into the mattress on each side of him as a row of moans escaped his lips. You looked up at his gorgeous face and immediately made eye contact with his lust blown eyes. You were unable to help the moan that escaped your lips, though it was luckily somewhat oppressed by his erection. You started bobbing your head gently and used your hands as well to give him somewhat of a better experience than usual. You earned a mix of groans, moans and ‘fucks’ from him pretty much every other second.

When you felt him starting to twitch inside your mouth, you pulled away and sat back onto your knees. A breathy whimper escaped his lips at the sudden loss of contact.

“Relax, idiot. I’m not superwoman.” You blurted.

His eyes went straight to your breast as you slowly undid your bra in front of him and let it fall to the bed. You knew that he wanted to reach out and touch you, but you were not going to let him.

“Please, Y/N.” He begged, desperate to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. Though you simply shook your head in return.

You watched him watch you as you got off the bed to take of your panties slowly, letting him take in your naked form for just a second. You quickly returned to the bed though, this time taking a seat on thigs as you waited for him to beg for it.  

You were practically dripping onto his trained legs and you could actually feel his lust for you growing, if that was even possible.

“Fuck. Y/N. I need you. So bad.” He pleaded, as if you did not know already. You needed him too, but you wanted to take this as far as you could.

You took your time with leaning over him to get to the condoms in your bedside table, letting your breast hover just inches from his face. It earned you a growl and you barely managed to retrieve a condom from your bedside table before his hands were on your breast.

You shot back up, pushing his hands away from you. Even if you wanted him to touch you, you could not just let him. You also knew that you should probably get up and leave as you had promised to do if he touched you, but you just did not. “One chance Diggs.” You growled.

You rolled the condom onto him, taking your time with it. You were being a tease and you knew. It was intentional and you tried to suppress the smile that formed on your lips at the next thing he said . “I hate you.” He rasped as you took your time. In his mind, it definitely could not take that long to put on a fucking condom.

Once you finally rolled on the condom without giving him an answer, he was probably ready to feel you around him. However, you were not going to allow that yet. Instead, you leaned over him and started to place gentle bites down his neck. You were driving him insane, but it was definitely going to be worth it.

“Fucking Christ Y/N.” He blurted as you got to his sweet spot, on the side of his neck, just where his jaw stopped and underneath his ear. You smiled lightly against his skin.

“How about you stop telling people about how dominant you are if you are ever going to get anything again, D?” You whispered innocently into his ear and while you gave him just a second to think about it, you bit down on his earlobe softly, earning a somewhat loud moan from him.

“Okay.” Daveed growled. He was growing impatient again and so where you. You wanted him so bad, but you needed to stay focused, even if you sort of just wanted to lose yourself to him as so many times before.

You sat up again and without a warning, you sank onto him, letting a few moans escape your lips. He seemed to have gotten the note about touching you, because even now he did not dare to put his hands on your hips. You actually liked being in control a lot more than you thought. You could make him want you to an extend where he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Daveed.” You cried as you felt him fill you up.  He groaned in return.

“I know baby.” He husked.

It took a bit of time for you to adjust to his size, but when you did you started to roll your hips slowly, teasing him again. It was almost painfully slow for you too, but you did not want to lose control. Not yet at least.

“I swear. If you don’t stop fucking teasing me, Y/N.” He growled impatiently. Not getting to touch you was one thing, but you teasing him like this was almost painful for both of you.

When he was about to complain even more, you finally gave in and picked up your pace. Your head fell back in utter bliss as you did your best to stifle the moans that were forming in your throat. You did not manage to do so, as it was just too great.

“Y/N…” He moaned softly, as his eyes fell shut. You knew that he was close and honestly, so where you. Obviously not as close as Daveed though, because he came mere seconds after in a mess of groans and moans.

Your thigh muscles were starting to grow sore and tired and when you felt Daveed’s hands on your hips, you did not push him away. You gave in and allowed him to help you reach your peak as well. His fingers gently found their way to your clit and started to massage it roughly. It only took a few seconds for you to finally come, your walls clenching around him. You saw white and felt yourself fall onto his chest as his name slipped through your lips.

After both of you finally came down from your high, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” He muttered. You smiled against his skin as you pressed a light kiss against his chest.

“I meant what I said, though. Stop telling people about how much of a top you are or I won’t give you anything.” You warned. It was not true, though. Both of you knew that you were unable to keep your hands off him.

He let you catch your breath for a while, before he pushed you into the mattress and hovered you with a devilish grin on his lips. “And I meant what I said about being dominant.” He growled.

You already knew that you were in for quite the night.