someone asked if i would make a part two

A Broken Spell (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sosjimin

Genre: Smut -Idol!AU, Sex Hotline Worker!AU

Words: 1.7k+

Author: Admin Roop

Summary: Before, Jimin used masturbation as a way to aid his stress and calm him down after a long day of practice. But now all it gave him was a bigger amount of stress on his shoulders. Jimin thought it was beyond stupid to get someone to help him, especially if it was over the phone.

Tags: Phone Sex, Lowkey Subby/Dom!Jimin

Authors Note: I lowkey have a part two planned out but lemme know if ya’ll want it. This isn’t the best I’ve written but I tried, anyway, enjoy, feedback is appreciated!! :))

You smiled to yourself at his nervousness. “I’m guessing this is your first time doing this, Jimin?” You asked, moving from the chair to your soft, more comfortable bed.

“I-is it really that obvious?”

“It really is,” You giggled, “But it’s fine. I’ll talk you through it. Would that make it a little easier for you?”

Jimin gulped deeply. He was new to all of this, to the ‘talking through the phone’ and to the ‘getting your orgasm when a girl talks sexual to you’ kinda thing.

Too put it simply, Jimin was going through a dry spell. Nothing he did was able to get him to reach his high. Attempting to masturbate didn’t work for him no matter how much he tried, not even porn worked for him. The last two months had left Jimin with two things; anger and desperation. It pained him to go through the day without having to think about his dick not ‘functioning’ anymore.

Before, Jimin used masturbation as a way to aid his stress and calm him down after a long day of practice. But now all it gave him was a bigger amount of stress on his shoulders. Jimin thought it was beyond stupid to get someone to help him, especially if it was over the phone. He found it shocking that his own band mate, Yoongi, had the number of what was called a sex hotline worker - that totally meant he’d used it before, to fix his very own ’problem’. Or he simply liked talking to someone about how he’d wreck them instead of imaging the erotic things a female could do with him.

“Just try it out, it helps a lot, trust me,” Yoongi’s words floated around Jimin’s head as he rested the phone against his ear, contemplating if going through the embarrassment was really worth getting his dick functioning again.

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Marinette was wrapped in a blanket on her chaise, while Chat Noir sat backward in her desk chair, spinning around absentmindedly.

“So what did you want to talk about, Chat?” she asked, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. She had been waiting for him to say something for five minutes now.

He dragged his feet on the floor to stop himself. “I wanted to ask you something.”

She pulled her blanket tighter around herself. “Go ahead.”

He put his chin on his arms and stared at her. “How do you tell someone you love them?”

“Is this about Ladybug?” she wondered.

“Um, no,” he admitted. “It’s about a different girl this time.”

Marinette raised her eyebrows in surprise, which was immediately followed by a twinge of pain in her chest. “Are you not in love with Ladybug anymore?”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “I fell in love with someone else, if you can believe.”

Her chest ached as she digested that. She had continually rejected his advances on Ladybug in hopes that someday, he would see Marinette instead. Although she would have preferred him to fall in love with Marinette, at least he had always been in love with a part of her. “So, um, what’s this new girl like?”

Chat Noir let out a dreamy sigh, closing his eyes. “She’s perfect. You know, I thought I was in love with Ladybug, but this girl has shown me what true love really is. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. That’s what I want to tell her.”

Marinette’s throat suddenly felt tight. She took a big gulp of hot chocolate, trying to maintain her composure. “It sounds like you have no problem coming up with the right words.”

“Yes, but what should the atmosphere be like?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at her again. “What kind of flowers should I bring? Scented or unscented candles? Do all girls like chocolates? What about background music?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. Chat Noir was probably the only boy in Paris who would worry about things like this. “What’s your budget like?”


She raised her eyebrow in curiosity. “Unlimited?”

“Being a superhero has its perks,” he replied with a wink.

‘Well, that’s just not true,’ she thought grumpily. “If you want my opinion, I would go with carnations, vanilla scented candles to go with the flowers, go for milk chocolate, not dark chocolate, and piano instrumentals are always romantic background music.” She tried not to picture it as she spoke. Chat Noir listened intently, as if everything she said was a vital piece of information. “And make sure it’s warm,” she added, shivering. Her room wasn’t as heated as the rest of the house, despite being on the top floor, and her space heater had been broken for a week.

“That sounds great,” Chat told her, beaming. “I should let you get some rest, though. You’re busy tomorrow night, right?”

She nodded. “We’re going to go visit my dad’s brother, since they just had their baby.”

Chat Noir climbed up to her trap door. “I’ll let you know how it all works out,” he promised before disappearing.

“Please don’t,” Marinette said to the empty room.

“Are you okay, Marinette?” Tikki asked, coming out of her hiding spot.

“Yes,” she mumbled. “I just want to sleep. And not be cold.”

Marinette spent most of the next day trying not to think about Chat Noir. She wondered about who the girl was, when Chat was going to confess, where he would take her, if he would capitalize on any of her suggestions. What color would the carnations be? Where would he buy the chocolates? She sighed as she listened to her aunt drone on and on about different types of diapers.

When she got home, she told her parents she was turning in early. She wanted nothing more than to turn on a sappy movie and mope. Since when had Chat Noir meant this much to her?

She climbed into her room and froze with her foot on the last step. There were pink, white, and red carnations scattered about her room, laying in piles and sitting in vases. At least two dozen candles of varying heights were light in strategic places, giving the room a muted glow. A radio on her desk was playing “Clair de Lune”. Chat Noir stood in the middle of the room, yet another bundle of carnations in one hand and a box of luxury chocolates in the other. On the floor next to him, a tiny space heater pumped warm air into the room.

She blinked at him in confusion, closing the trap door. “Chat?”

“Princess,” he said with a smile. “I thought I knew what love felt like, but I didn’t truly know until the last few months I’ve spent with you. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. You’re the perfect girl for me.”

She sat down hard on the chaise, narrowly avoiding a few stray carnations. To Chat’s shock, she burst into tears.

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” he asked, dropping flowers and the chocolate next to her. “Did I do something wrong?” He knelt on the floor in front of her so they were on an even level.

She laughed through her tears. “No, not at all. I was so heartbroken yesterday when you said were in love with someone, so this is kind of overwhelming.”

Chat smiled in relief. “I didn’t think I would upset you by asking,” he admitted. “I just wanted to make it perfect.”

She threw her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his neck. “I love you, too, Chat Noir.”
Here’s the second part of @sarahwolflin‘s request! I hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it! These two are just so precious. 

anonymous asked:

if two gems of the same type are part of a multi-gem fusion, do you think that changes the fusion? like if a ruby fused with a sapphire and another ruby, do you think it would still make a Garnet? or would it be something different? (like, I assume two sapphires and two rubies would just be a bigger Garnet)

someone asked Ian this a while back, his response was that he thought the resulting Fusion would look more like Ruby


which I always interpreted as the Fusion being a more Ruby-y Garnet than our Garnet

Calling All Danganronpa Artists!

To celebrate the release of New Danganronpa V3 in the west, I’m hosting a big collab! A meme collab that is. If you’re familiar with the animation meme community, you might be familiar with the Trypophobia meme (don’t worry it doesn’t have actual trypophobia triggering things unless someone who did it actually did but that’s besides the point). This particular one would be inspired by LadyTeelia’s version, in which it cycles through the characters. So, here are the rules!

·         This is not first come, first serve. If you apply I’ll peek through your art to see if you can get a part. However, I won’t be too picky and I don’t bite so please don’t be afraid to ask!

·         One artist per number! 34 and 35 are the only exceptions due to having two characters instead of one.

·         Make sure you can get it done on time!

·         Digital art only (sorry traditional artists! ;A; )

·         Canvas must be 1920 x 1080 (1080p on youtube)

·         Image must be transparent! I can’t stress this enough!

·         Have a Discord! (so I can add you to the server)

·         Have fun, naturally!

Due date is September 23rd (extension due date is September 26th (US release)) and the meme will be released on September 29th (EU release). The list of characters are located below. A * means they’ve been taken, so please make sure you check the op to see if the list updated! If interested, shoot me a message (not an ask or submit please) with the following application:



Character desired:

Example of your art (i.e. art tag, blog, twitter, etc):

Additional Comments:

And that should be about it! Signal boost this if you can and let’s make this collab a great one!

Characters Available:

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Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)

Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

how to: study history


But how can something so boring actually be fun, you ask? Well, firstly, you’re seeing what brought the world to what it is now: including all its idiotic and dumb moments, all the failure. Laugh at it.  Relate the drama of your history book to the drama you see on tv (because it’s oddly similar). Root for a side in a war like you would in a book. See how those past people made use of their resources and what smart tricks did they apply to those times. It’s oddly fascinating after you start. It’s important to at least want to enjoy it, the rest will come along. 


That someone else varies from your teacher or your classmate, to videos on youtube. I mean, especially if you’re not studying an obscure country’s history, there should be lots of educative and beautiful and catchy videos using easy vocabulary. I’m pretty sure there must be podcasts as well! And these only enhance the experience of studying, making it easier to understand. You have so many resources. Use them.


This is basically how my love for this subject even begun: shiny gorgeous documentaries on varying topics. Of course, knowing at the back of your head that you’re doing this for school will automatically take out of the enjoyment, but most documentaries are very well done, properly researched and present the information in a very captivating and educating way. I especially love the Discovery & National Geographic ones, and their topics are broad as well. Plus, it helps in actually feeling closer to what you’re studying; since knowing it’s history will stop you from fully comprehending that these things actually happened, that this was real for someone. It helps you emphasize and gives you a deeper understanding of your studies.


There are lots of apps and online games based on general history knowledge, and even if you’re not usually a fan of these things, you can still give it a try, at least to refresh your memory or just for the laughs, see what you actually know. I’m sure that with a quick search, you’ll find exactly what you need and like, both in terms of content and design!


Years are hardest to remember, try to remember centuries or time periods instead. Names can be weird, so try to remember ranks if that feels easier. While small events might be important, it’s good if you learn three key events too: the one that put things into montion, the one that turned the wave and the one that ended everything. And I know history is all about particular details, but sometimes putting things together and trying to simplify them also works. Filter the information, choose the best and most important one, and get to work.

Know things that are alike and things that are different when studying. For example, most constitutions, if they belong to the same regime, are very similar, so learning the traits of one is almost like learning the traits of all. Most of this works with most of history, since the saying is true: history does repeat itself. If numbers are similar to something else you already have memorized, use that to make connections between the informations and make it easier for yourself to memorize. Remember that no event is separated from another, they all flow from one to other, and simply learning by heart is counter productive when you could rather think of history as simply a chain of action-reaction. 


I’m a huge study-snacker, so if you share this trait with me, then at least try to eat something that would boost your memory and focus, such as: blueberries, avocado, salmon or walnuts, dark chocolate.

Pro tip: an hour or two before the exam, eat some glucose, as it helps your brain remember the stuff it memorized more easily ;) 

Hope this helped someone, at least a little bit. While a huge part of studying history is just automatically memorizing it, these are the techniques that helped me pass the baccalaureate with a great grade. Sadly I don’t know what the American school system asks of its students, but I tried to make the tips as general as possible. Happy studying! I’m here for any of your questions ~

Catch Me If I Fall - Dino Angst/Fluff (Gang!AU)

Originally posted by jeonwuu

Request: Okay so I got this idea but I’m not very good at writing! Can you do like a gang AU? With maybe either Jun or Dino? (Whoever you would think would be more protective) And just have a rival gang someone try to take the reader or hurt her and they will just be hella protective and make it angsty? (Its okay if you don’t do this kind of thing)

Word Count: 2898

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Member/ Group: Lee Chan (Dino) of SEVENTEEN

Warnings: Mentions of rape, violence, and death

A/N: Part 2? Tell me if you guys want it. EDIT: You guys asked, I answered. Part two is on my masterlist for all of you that sent me messages requesting it!

 Curls of smoke rose into the air and disappeared into the atmosphere. Fourteen chairs were lined against the wall and wrappers littered the entirety of the room. Each chair was occupied by a warm body, except for two. A man with a fierce expression let out a breathy sigh before tossing his cigarette onto the dirty, cracked floor. 

 “Where is he? He said he would be here an hour ago, that fucking liar…”

 “Coups! Calm your tits, bro. He’s bringing the lady today, so he probably got caught in traffic from wherever she lives. Just lay off his case a bit.”

 When anybody decided to join the ruthless gang that simply went by ‘SEVENTEEN’, their name became a secret. They would choose a nickname to go by in case the cops ever caught up with them, though a few brave souls just went by their real ones. Each member never pried for the other’s real names, because the unspoken rule was always that ‘if what we’re doing is a secret, our identities should be too.’

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anonymous asked:

Oh oh oh! How about an add on for the ask about MC actually getting kidnapped? Like how would they react when they finally find her after some time has passed? (Up to you how much time!) :)

I knew someone would request this! I tried to make it into a happy ending :)
First part here

-It’s been two weeks since you went missing and nobody has heard from Yoosung.
-He was wallowing in self pity, feeling ashamed of himself for letting himself mourn, when his phone interrupted him.
-He ignored it like all of the other calls he’s gotten, but he listens to the voicemail. It’s Saeyoung.
-“Yoosung, listen. They found _____. They’re being taken to the hospital. They’re alive, Yoosung. Please, come to the hospital. I’ll send you the address.”
-He can’t breathe.
-I swear to god if this is a prank I will kill you. His phone buzzes. It was a text from Saeyoung with the hospital’s address as well as what room you were in.
-He had the address, but he still didn’t believe you were really back. He had to see you with his own eyes.
-So, he rushes to the hospital and goes straight to the room Saeyoung said you’d be in.
-Yoosung opens the door eagerly, hoping you were really in there. The first thing he sees when he looks in the room is you, laying in your bed with a slightly surprised expression.
-“_____!” he screams and runs to you. He wraps his arms around you and cries into your shoulder. He tries not to hold you too tightly- he doesn’t know if you’re hurt- but he clings to you like you’ll disappear again if he lets go.
-As he sobs, he whispers “I love you so much” and “I missed you so much” over and over again.
-He doesn’t let you out of his sight for at least another month. He’s so scared of losing you again and he is going to be the man he wants to be for you if it’s the last thing he does.

-It’s been three weeks without you. Zen can’t function anymore.
-He finds it impossible to get out of bed in the morning without you beside him, if he could even sleep in the first place. Hell, he finds it impossible to do anything without knowing where you are.
-Saeyoung and the rest of the RFA were working hard to figure out where you are and comfort Zen in the meantime.
-Eventually, Saeyoung picked up on a lead to where you could be. He immediately contacted Jumin to send out someone to check it out.
-You were eventually found and taken to a hospital so they could examine you for any injuries.
-When Jumin called him and told him, Zen actually started to cry. He was so relieved, he was in disbelief. He thanked Jumin over and over again. Jumin gave him the hospital address and Zen runs there. He feels like driving would take too long, he has to see you right now.
-When he gets there and sees you laying in a hospital bed, his knees give out.
-You’re really here. You’re really back. You’re safe, alive.
-He moves to your side and brushes hair out of your face.
-“Zen?” you asked in a quiet voice.
-Your voice… he missed it so much.
-“Yes… I’m right here, prince/ss. I’ll never leave your side again. I promise you, you’ll be safe with me from now on. I’ll protect you. I missed you so much… I love you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you before.”

-It’s been two weeks. Jaehee was still a wreck.
-She was working and working at her desk in the middle of the night, not even blinking, when her phone rang.
-She was about to ignore it when she saw it was Jumin. He must have another assignment, she thought. When she answered, however, Jumin was speaking quickly. One thing stuck out.
-“They’ve found ____.”
-Jaehee immediately stood from her desk and demanded he tell her where you are. Jumin says they’ve taken you to a hospital to get you checked out.
-She runs to her car and speeds to the address he gave her. Luckily, she wasn’t pulled over and got to the hospital quickly.
-She was given your room number and ran to it.
-I can finally see you again.
-She knew they would find you. She knew you’d be safe. She’s glad she ignored everyone telling her you were gone.
-There you were, lying in a hospital bed. You looked weak and a bit beat up, but you were alive. Jaehee has never heard a more comforting sound than the rhythmic beep of the heart rate monitor beside you.
-Breathlessly, she called out your name before walking to your side. Your hands felt cold in hers, but she was so relieved.
-You smiled up at her. “I missed you.”
-Your words, your smile sent Jaehee to tears.
-You’re back. She’ll make sure to keep this from happening again. She’ll protect you forever.
-She accepts those vacations Jumin had offered her to give herself time to forgive herself for letting this happen to you.

-Only three days passed before they found you. Jumin lost his mind. A dark expression never left his features. He ordered multiple search parties to scour every inch of town to find you, and also had Luciel look for clues as to where to search next. It was unimaginably expensive, but that was no issue.
-Jumin couldn’t sleep the two days you were gone and he didn’t even try. He didn’t eat either. Any time he was alone, he was in tears. Everything was so cold.
-He got a phone call from one of the teams sent to find you telling him that you’ve been found and are on your way to a hospital.
-Jumin has never left his penthouse faster in his life.
-Driver Kim immediately drove him to the hospital, no questions asked, as fast as he could.
-Jumin practically jumped out of the car when they pulled up to the hospital. He ran to your room, the entire time his mind raced with you. He stumbled a bit as he ran because the only thing he could think of was finally seeing you safe. It had only been a few days thanks to the search parties, but to him, it felt like years.
-Then he finally reached your room and he stopped. He caught his breath and composed himself before quietly, carefully opening the door.
-There you were, sitting in the hospital bed. You were bruised and shaken up, but other than that, you were okay.
-“…Love?” Jumin called to you.
-You gave him a faint smile. You were still a bit too shocked to speak, but Jumin didn’t mind. He slowly walked over to you and held your hand.
-“I missed you… I thought I had lost you forever…”
-You rubbed your thumb across his hand and whispered. “Thank you for saving me, Jumin.”
-After this whole incident, Jumin becomes even more overprotective. It leads to a few arguments down the road, and eventually he loosens up your tightened security. He does make sure you are always under someone’s protection at all times, but only because he is so terrified of you being taken away from him. This time, forever.

-Sixteen days. He hasn’t slept, not even blinked. The only rest he’s gotten is when his body collapses from exhaustion. Even when he wakes up from those episodes, he curses himself for resting before you were rescued. These days have consisted only of searching for you using whatever means possible.
-But finally, he found a lead. He had a clue as to where you are.
-He immediately went into the chat for the first time in weeks. Everyone freaked out at his sudden appearance but he ignored everyone. Instead he sent “I think I found where _____ is. Can any of you help me get her?”
-Jumin offered to send out reinforcements to find the place and look for you.
-He thanks him and asks him to call him to discuss details, then leaves the chat as quickly as he came.
-Jumin and him talk on the phone and Jumin arranges for large teams of people to set and and find where Saeyoung’s clue leads to. Saeyoung waits by his front door eagerly waiting for Jumin to call him and tell him you’ve been rescued.
-He spends three hours by him door waiting before he receives a text from Jumin reading “They found her.”
-He immediately began crying. You were safe. That’s the best news he’s heard in his life.
-Jumin gives him the address to visit you in the hospital you were taken to, but Saeyoung insists he shouldn’t go. He’s too dangerous.
-Jumin basically tells him to stop being stupid and go to you. You need him and it’s ridiculous for him to stay away from you because he thinks he’s dangerous.
-With lots of convincing, Saeyoung runs to his car and speeds to you.
-When he sees you laying in your hospital bed, you looked so tired and weak. His heart broke.
-He quietly sits next to you and takes your hand. “I missed you…” he whispered.
-You turned and looked at him with a smile. “I love you.”
-He tears up again. “I love you too. I swear on my life I will protect you forever. I won’t let this happen again. I promise you.”

-The team Jumin sent to find you did their job quickly thanks to V’s information on Mint Eye. Only a few hours after he found out you were gone, you were found and taken to a hospital. Mint Eye was also “taken care of,” as Jumin put it.
-V was about to delete the messenger app when Jumin called him.
-“V, you’re not really leaving the RFA, are you?”
-“I have to. That was the condition to get _____ back. I don’t deserve to be a part of the organization anymore. Not after what I’ve done.”
-“V, I-”
-“Jumin, what happened to Rika? And Saeran?”
-“…We have them both. They’re okay and they’ll receive help. But, V, listen-”
-“I have to go, Jumin.”
-“Don’t leave the RFA.”
-V was silent.
-“V, you have to stay in the organization. The other members and I talked about it and we want you to stay. You’re important to us so you have to stay.
-”…Jumin, I can’t-“
-“You owe it to us.”
-It makes him stop and think. After lying to the RFA for so long, he really does owe it to them to listen to their orders. Reluctantly, he obeys.
-V goes to visit you in the hospital too. He wanted to run to you the second they found you but he didn’t feel like he deserved it. After talking with Jumin, he changed his mind.
-V rushes to the hospital and quickly finds your room. You looked completely unharmed, but shaken.
-V quietly makes his way over to you and inquires if you are alright.
-”I was so scared…” you said. He rubs your hand gently.
-“You don’t have to be scared. You’re safe now. I’m so sorry for letting this happen. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for all that I’ve done to you and the RFA. I’m sorry. I won’t let that happen again. Nothing bad will happen again.”

Derek Hale Story (2)

He likes you, but you don’t know.

Originally posted by camilafrade

Seems like Derek has been saving you a lot, and being pretty protective of you. you don’t know why but its nice i guess knowing he must care for you and your safety. but he gets mad at you when you get hurt from little things.

You along with everyone else were at Derek’s. you were cleaning up dishes from the boys making a mess of Derek’s palace, you were carrying plates and some cups when walking to the kitchen to place them in the sink. of course you had to of dropped the dishes and cut your finger trying to pick up some big pieces. 

you loudly said “OUCH!” 

Derek and everyone rushed to you. Derek roughly  grabbed your hand with the now bleeding finger. Derek examine your finger.


“sorry..” you say quietly looking down a bit, upset hes yelling at you and your hurt.

Originally posted by fyeahshippers

“your so damn clumsy, your going to get your self hurt real bad one day” Derek says still sounding mad. 

He ran water over your finger washed it up for you and put a bandage on it. You walked away mumbling “thanks” to him and went to the washroom upstairs.

Downstairs the boys just stared at Derek not very impressed. 

Originally posted by fyeahdanielsharman

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“ you need to stop being so rude to Y/N, accidents happen, she only cut her finger.” Scott says to Derek 

“if she wasn’t so clumsy and were careful she wouldn’t have accidents” Derek spits at Scott

“yeah because getting mad at her really helps” stiles says in his oh so sarcasm ways

“maybe he likes her” Issac says laughing a bit. “he is really protective of her” he adds

Derek’s eyes widen at Issac saying he likes you. well because its true. stiles laughs and Scott smiles. 

“oh my god, its true you do like her!” stiles squeals 

“it does make sense now” Scott says laughing

“you guys are wrong” Derek claims 

All the boys laugh except Derek. 

Originally posted by looking-over-my-shoulder

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“ i cant like her, it would only put her in more danger if that were to happen, she deserves someone normal, someone who can make her happy and keep her safe.” Derek says sounding a little sad at his words.

“seems like you do really like her” Issac turns to Derek with a sad smile

“i do. but i cant.” Derek simply replies.

you walk downstairs and all the boys eyes are on you, the boys looking weird at you, but Derek, he looks sad. 

you give them a questioning look. 

“what do i have something on my face?” you ask. 

(gifs not mine) this is part two to Derek hale story : how you meet

Why Not? Pt.2 || [I.M smut]

Originally posted by wonkyuns

Summary: What happens after you wake up and you both figure things out.
Genre: Slight Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut
Word count:  3570 words
A/N: Here I go again, sinning. Feel free to tell me how bad it was. Otherwise, Enjoy!

 You awoke to the soft patter of rain against your rooftop followed by the soft squeak of your door as your mother quietly stepped into your room. Stretching your limbs out lazily, you sleepily nuzzle your face into your pillow as you note the absence of Changkyun’s body laid next to yours. ‘He always wakes up early anyway.’ You think to yourself before cracking an eye open to stare at your mother dressed in her work attire.
“Morning.” She smiles, carefully sitting on your bedside so she won’t wrinkle her skirt. “I got a call from work, they said it’s an emergency.” She sighs, gently patting your cheek. “I know Saturday’s are our thing. I’ll bring pizza home to compensate.” She smiles, ruffling your hair before leaning down to kiss your forehead as you nod, bidding her a raspy 'good luck’ and 'see you later’ as you watched her exit your room. Ever since you were little, your mom and dad were usually at work and you were at school during the weekdays, so the weekend would be your bonding times. Saturday was designated to your mother and Sunday to your dad. However, after he passed away, Sunday’s were more dedicated to alone time and sometimes deep emotional conversations with your best friend. 
“Oh and Changkyun’s half asleep making toast, please ensure he doesn’t burn the house down.” Your mother asks of you as her head pops back into your room before disappearing again. You groan as you pick your phone up to check the time, your face contorting in displeasure as you read that it was barely past 7 in the morning. 'Why couldn’t he be asleep? Or eating me out again?’ Your mind suddenly wondered, mischievously taunting you with vivid flashbacks and you slapped a hand to your forehead in an attempt to stop the unwanted instant replay as you recalled the early morning hours in which Changkyun had you at the mercy of his mouth.
“Nope, nope, nope.” You grumble to yourself as you shook your head and rolled over to bury your face into your pillow, wondering if suffocation could cause memory loss. However, even as it became harder to breathe, your body failed to forget the sensation of your fingers threading through his hair as his tongue and fingers worked you to a very delicious orgasm. With a whine escaping your throat, you turn onto your left side to stare blankly at the wall. Despite the coolness of the early morning weather settling in your room, your body felt rather hot. You squeezed your thighs together and closed your eyes, trying to mentally will yourself to stop and maybe go back to sleep. You were thinking that maybe Changkyun should burn the house down, you weren’t sure if you could look at him in the face again.

“[Y/N] are you awake?” A deeper, huskier voice riddled with sleep interrupts the inner inner machinations of your mind, your heart rate picking up speed, causing your breath to hitch in your throat and to quicken as if you’d just run a marathon both due to surprise and embarrassment. You were just thinking of the sins you’d committed he’d practically materialized in your room like some kind of genie of sexy voices and talented tongues.
“Hmm?” You reply, lowly your voice groggy and feigning sleepiness with your back faced to him. Your wide eyes shut in an instant praying that your terribly acting skills save you from talking to him somehow. 'Fuck, fuck fuck.’ You scream in your head as you felt the bed dip under his weight, his body curling around your fetal position, his arm snaking over your waistline to press you closer to him. Taking a few deep breaths, you try to not be too obvious in trying to calm your wildly beating heart but completely fail as you can feel it nearly pumping in your throat. With how close Changkyun was pressed to you, you new that he could feel it beating, however, you were thankful that he hadn’t said anything about it. Clenching your jaw, you once again try to force yourself to calm down, of all the people in the world, this was Changkyun, someone you could bare your soul too without being judged. He was a part of you, your other half, you shouldn’t be nervous.
“I was making toast and I burnt it.” He breaks the thick silence that seemed to be suffocating you, talking casually as if nothing had happened between you two. For some reason, you felt your heart drop, the rush of anxiety taking a dive into deep sadness that made your chest ache uncomfortably. A part of you wanted to talk about what happened and the other half of you wanted to just make him breakfast like he would ask soon enough. Silly him, you knew him too well, he could barely do things right without you sometimes. You wondered about how his future girlfriend would manage, how she would treat him and if she’d laugh at his lame puns and enjoy his company as much as you did. Your chest constricted with the intensity of the ache at the mere thought.
“Do you think you can-”
“Yeah, ye-yeah,” You cut him off, brushing his hand away and trying to fight the unexplainable urge to cry. Great, you’d just thought yourself into a bad mood and potentially ruined your morning or day.

“What’s wrong?” Changkyun catches onto your bad mood just as quickly as you’d dug yourself into it. His eyes were fixated onto the back of your head, appalled at your behavior. You never pushed him away before. Early morning cuddles, insults and name calling were your favorites. And as much as he wanted to call you his favorite insult, he bit his tongue and rolled off his side of the bed, walking over to your side to kneel before your gaze. He could tell this would be serious. The second he caught sight of your glassy eyes, a lone tear slipping out from the corner of your eye and rolling across the bridge of your nose. His hand instinctively reached out to wipe it away before it could reach any further, concern matting his face. Changkyun absolutely hated seeing you cry.
“Talk to me you shaved coconut. Or should I eat you out again and make you feel better?” He grins suggestively, his hand playfully squeezing your boob and making a honking noise in an attempt to lighten the mood, resulting in you placing your hand on his to stop him just incase he was serious. You couldn’t tell with how spontaneous he was being.
“Thinking about you with someone else that isn’t me really sucks.” You blubber, swiping at your watery eyes as you roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling. It was better to get it off your chest, besides, you and Changkun never hid anything from each other before. Changkyun feels his heart flutter with happiness at your words.
“Then don’t.” He shrugs in a simple reply, taking your hand to pull you back onto your side to face him, his body easing onto your side of the bed to sit.
“C'mere.” He mumbles whilst leaning forward to kiss your forehead, your eyes and nose, his lips lingering dangerously close to yours.
“Do you want me [Y/N]?” Changkun questions as a smile spreads onto his features. It’s a genuine smile, a proud one, his eyes twinkling  with excitement unlike his wicked, playful smirks and grins that he usually wears. You’re confused, but caught in the moment. There’s a new level of intimacy and your heart can’t help but flutter in a good way, your mouth breaking into a smile as he pecks your lips. One peck, two pecks, three pecks. You nearly feel your face breaking with the smile that’s placed on your lips as you give him a tiny nod despite the pleasant tingle spreading throughout your body.
“Babygirl I love you so much.” Changkyun coos, pressing chaste kisses to the corner of your mouth, moving down to your shoulder and the length of your arm. Loud giggles erupt from your throat as he rolls you onto your back, his fingers poking and tickling your sides even as his lips press kisses wildly to your body, your limbs flailing about in protest before he stops.
“So you’re mine from now on okay morning breath?” He confirms beaming down at you as you accept with a soft 'okay’ not giving it a second thought. Why not? There wasn’t much to think about. It just felt like a burden was being lifted from your shoulders. It just felt right.

“My breath doesn’t smell by the way.” You argue with a roll of your eyes, pushing yourself back onto your left side. It didn’t smell as half as bad as his did. 
“Okay, but, you’re sure that 'us' is what you want?” Changkyun asks again, getting closer as a smirk grows on his lips.
“Yeah. Is it what you want?” You counter with growing worry, hoping that he wasn’t having second thoughts.
“I’m just making sure because I really, really want to fuck you.” He groans into your ear, having gotten closer with every word spilling from his mouth. In a split second the heat that was suppressed by your temporary dam of sadness was broken and flooding your body again. fueling your sexual desire. It was rediculous how easily he turned you on.
“Shut up.” You moan in protest as he kisses the shell of your ear before his teeth gingerly nibble on your earlobe, your entire body shivering in delight. Your eyes close as you bite your lip, an involuntary moan leaving your lips as a small sting graces your behind, the sound of his palm smacking your ass twice echoing in the room.
“Fuck. I always wanted to do that.” Changkyun groans, kneeling on the ground once more and pushing your right leg up to our chest as he pulls the fabric of your underwear up, the cloth of your underwear being pressed tightly against your pussy. Changkyun’s lips came into contact with the heated spot that he smacked, your eyebrow arching in question of his actions as he kissed it gently, his lips trailing down to the back of your thighs before he pressed his face between your legs. You can’t help the blush that blazes on your face nor the squeak that squeezes past your lips as he deeply inhales before nuzzling his face against your womanhood. 
“Damn baby I could just smother myself to death in your pussy. You taste and smell so good.” He growls, littering kisses along the length of your womanhood. It’s enough to make you squirm, your tongue running over your now dry lips as you try to roll onto your back but Changkyun’s hand behind your knee keeps you in place, his index finger rubbing the slit of your puffy lips, your wetness spreading quickly.
“[Y/N] You’re so wet for me already.” You hear him chuckle as your underwear is soaked with your juices, sticking between your lips. 
“Kuukkungie~” You moan his beloved nickname as you squirm as hard as you could, wanting him to just take your panties off and fuck you within the inch of your life. Your body was begging.
“Tell me what you want [Y/N]. What do you want me to do to you?” Changkyun questions as he continues to tease your sobbing womanhood, his tongue pressing heavily against your now swollen clit. You can barely mutter a single word as he hardens his tongue to press against it with the tip, swirling it around your hardened nub and making you shake with excitement, your hand pushing the back of his head to press him more into you as a sign that you wanted more. 
“Take my panties off Changkyun.” You rasp, your body stiffening up momentarily as he kisses your pussy with enough intensity to suck on it before pulling away. Changkyun wastes no time in complying, peeling your underwear off and watching in delight as the dampened, flimsy cloth is removed, exposing your sex to his hungry eyes and dropping your underwear carelessly on the floor. 

“Do you want me to play with you more?”  Changkyun challenges your eagerness as he runs his finger along your core, opting to rub circles around your clit and watching you shudder with pleasure. 
“You know what I want.” You wine, motioning him closer with your index finger.  However, your bestfriend, now boyfriend only feigns innocence as his lower lip juts out as he shakes his head. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lies as he refuses to come closer. his head disappearing behind the curve of your backside, his exposing your clit enough for his tongue to tease.
“Do you want daddy to make you feel good?” He smirks wickedly as he hears you moan in frustration. You were beginning to regret telling him about your kinks now that he was beginning to use it against you. Your lower abdomen began burning with a delicious desire at his words.
“What should it be princess? My tongue?” He taunts, flattening his tongue out from your clit down to your entrance, his cock twitching as your deep moan fills his ears. “Or do you want my fingers?” He provokes as he pulls away his middle finger rubbing your entrance to barely dip into it. Automatically, your hips move to create more friction to please yourself, but Changkyun catches on to what you’re doing quickly and pulls away with a smirk.
“Don’t move.” He commands as he stands, making you pout at the brief loss of contact. You mindlessly obey as your eyes follow him as he makes his way onto the bed. “Or do you want daddy’s cock filling up your tight little pussy.” He smiles as he places his hand on your hip, the other lifting your right leg and placing your ankle on his shoulder to create more room for him to jam his clothed erection to your lower half. You immediately nod furiously, muttering a small please as he grinds himself into you a wet spot forming on the front of his pants from where your juices met his crotch.
“Please what baby girl?" 
"Please fuck me.” You moan, grinding your hips back to match the timing with his own, your hand reaching out to touch him but he grabs your wrist, keeping you from touching him.
“Who are you talking to [Y/N]?” Changkyun drags out, stopping to pull the string of his sweatpants and push his pants and boxers down enough to let his straining erection free.
“You, Changkyun.” You grumble, refusing to give in to what he knew he was asking for.
“Who are you talking to [Y/N]?” He repeats himself roughly, making you flinch, your stomach flipping at the new display of his more dominant side as he uses a hand to wipe the pre cum oozing from his length to press it against your lips. Your tongue darts out from between your lips to drag along his fingers, gingerly tasting the sticky substance before taking his two digits into your mouth. You maintain eye contact with him as he smirks in satisfaction at your actions. 
“Good girl.” He compliments, using his left hand to guide his length to your throbbing entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against you to annoy you further. “I’m not  fucking you until I hear you say it." 
"Please..dwaddy..” You say meekly with his fingers still in your mouth, your chest almost heaving as he pushes against your core, your opening beginning to stretch to fit him only to have him pull away. You whimper loudly in protest, your eyes pleading with him to continue.
“What was that princess?” He chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers away to allow you to speak.
“You daddy. Please fuck me.” You wail succumbing to his dominance and the pleasure that your body was aching for.

In no less than a second Changkyun’s cock was pushed into you, filling you completely. When he’s fully seated in your welcoming walls, a low, satisfied groan rumbles through his chest.  Your hands reach up to grab the pillow as he slammed himself into you without restraint. Your walls were burning with ecstasy at the stretch and speed he’s pounding into you. You’ve had sex with one other guy before in drunken stupor thinking he was the one, but having Changkyun take you like this was nothing in comparison. Within seconds your legs were shaking, your orgasm already ready to burst.
“Touch yourself for me.” The man above you commands and you don’t hesitate to do so. You reach down to vigorously stroke your clit with one hand as your other hand squeezes the pillow your knuckles turning white whilst moans began falling from your mouth like raindrops falling from rain clouds. Changkyun was experiencing extreme pleasure as he watched you touch yourself in addition to your walls beginning to pulse around him.
“Are you gonna cum princess?” He questions between his own grunts, his hands squeezing your thigh as he keeps your legs parted. You nod as you feel yourself near your end, your mind and body only focusing on reaching that euphoria that you were longing for.
“No. You’re not allowed to cum yet.” Changkyun denies you in the nick of time. He pulls out and grabs your wrists, clenching his teeth to restrain himself from resuming his position and burying himself into your warmth once more. He grabs your wrists and pulls it away, your eyes tearing up as you shake your head, lips trembling and chest heaving as the pleasure begins to fade away disbelief pulsing through your veins instead, your hips bucking in want of his return.
“You didn’t ask to cum baby.” Changkyun mocks, satisfied with your disheveled state.
“Daddy please let me cum.” You find yourself begging in an instant, your voice shaking, throat hot and thick with defeat. Your eyelashes were wet with frustrated tears as you stare up at him. Pretending to consider the idea, Changkyun arches his brow as if in thought. He wanted you to cum as much as you did, he just liked to tease.

“Hands and knees babygirl.” He instructs as he lets you go. Instantaneously, you abide by his law, your shaking hands and knees holding you up. As Chankyun mounts you again, he observes the way your head tilts to the side before briefly looking back at him. Hovering over your body as his cock slides into you easily, he brushes your hair from your ear after kissing your shoulder and the junction of your neck.
“Cum for me okay [Y/N]? I want you to cum hard over my cock.” He murmurs in his deep voice next to your ear before beginning his thrusts and you nod, relief flooding your system with his permission. You suck in a sharp breath as you feel his teeth  sink into the flesh of your shoulder, letting out a hiss as  he pulls away, the burning sensation briefly distraction you from your orgasm. However, as Changkyun grips your hips tightly whilst his stomach begins to coil, you can’t help but lean forward, your hands giving in from under you. You begin to push your hips back to meet his thrusts feeling your orgasm beginning to build again.
“Go ahead and touch yourself baby. I know you want to.” Changkyun rasps out between his own labored breaths. With the change in position, you became a tighter fit for him and with the way your walls were beginning to lightly clench and unclench around him was making him loose his mind. With the way you were being stretched and exposed, it only took a few strokes of your fingers before your body was tensing up with your orgasm, toes curling and hands balling into fists. Your jaw hung open in a soundless scream as you pressed your face hard into the pillow. Your tightness made it extremely hard for Changkyun to ride out your orgasm, his seed spilling into you mere seconds after. You let out a groan as his body slumped over yours, both of you becoming very aware of how hot and sweaty you both were. 

“I can’t wait to do that again.” Your boyfriend laughs as he rolls next to you onto his back after pulling his shirt off and pulling his sweatpants back up over his hips.
“I can wait.” You pant, falling onto your stomach and closing your eyes to regain your strength and calm down from your high. Your arms and legs felt like soft jelly, your energy was drained. You didn’t know exactly how he was managing to keep his composure.
“C'mon we should eat breakfast.” He grins, reaching over to pull your shirt over your butt after smacking it playfully. You crack an eye open to stare at him in a silent question of whether or not he was serious. You could barely move, how was he expecting you to make breakfast?
“Cereal sound good?” Changkyun smiles, brushing the hair from your face and kissing your cheek as you close your eyes in  comfort and full confidence that he wouldn’t need your help for that.

Part 1


“I am here joined with the amazing and handsome Eddie Redmayne and the equally amazing and beautiful [Y/N] [L/N].” The interviewer started, “So, I’ve got to say that I am obsessed with this film, [movie name]. I have literally seen it for the third time tonight.” She gushed, “You two were absolutely phenomenal!”

Eddie, always being completely and utterly touched by people who complimented his work by any means, clutched his chest. “Oh, wow, thank you so much.” 

You felt quite moved that someone would voluntarily watch a movie three times in just two weeks of it being released. Smiling, you blushed slightly. “Yes, thank you. That’s insane.”

It took no time for the interviewer to start asking questions, being completely equal and making sure both of you were able to give your answers. After taking part in a little game, she turned towards Eddie to ask her final questions.

“Eddie, could you tell us how it was to work with [Y/N]? This is the first time you’ve done a movie with her, correct? I still think after seeing it three times that the on-screen chemistry is brilliant.”

An embarrassed smile was placed on his face but quickly wiped away as he pondered for a moment. He glanced at you, smiling and took a deep breath. “Uh, well, yes, this is the first film I’ve done with [Y/N] and to be quite honest, I hope it isn’t the last. I mean she’s just, her acting is completely unparalleled. She’s incredibly professional but knows not to be too stiff, if you know what I mean. We’ll be right before a take and we’ll be goofing off, dancing, being absolutely silly and then the director will call action and in that split second of the marker closing shut to mark the scene, she’s back into her character. It’s mind blowing to watch her work, it’s incredible especially for her age. 

I’ve got twelve years on her and man, she absolutely blows me out of the water among a lot of other actors. I could not tell you how many times I would sit there and think of how wild it is to watch her work. She’s absolutely incredible. I mean there are very, very few of her peers that can do the things that she can. It’s rare to find such talent and professionalism in someone so young. It’s either they’re completely by the book or they’re quite possibly the most immature beings in the industry. You don’t see that in young actors anymore. So when you do find it, it’s this beautiful rare gem. I thoroughly enjoyed working with [Y/N], she made the process fun, cracking jokes, making fun but when it came down to crunching to get it all shot and done with, she was right there ready. I’ve had quite a few colleagues work on other projects with her and have said nothing but great things and I know why. 

It’s easy to work with someone who can bounce from being serious to fun because it makes the entire process easier. As for our on-screen chemistry, it worked so well because we’ve made an equally great off-screen chemistry. I’ve made a good friend out of her. It was an absolute pleasure working with [Y/N]. I’m lucky to have been apart of her growth, years from now, she’ll probably out-award me by a landslide. I can’t wait to see what she brings to the film industry. She’s so adaptable, it’s incredible.” 

anonymous asked:

Swifties are SO entitled oh my god. Fans always are in general, but swifties are on a whole other level. I've actually seen post of people saying that Taylor cannot be gay, bc if she was she would have told them !! People put celebrities on a pedestal, hold them in higher standards than even themselves and then feel "betrayed" when their fave doesn't act in a certain way, or "lie" to them. Evey single celebraty has a brand/image, that is "fake", don't blame her bc you're so gullible.

Yep. It is a very juvenile way of thinking of celebrities. They can’t comprehend that Taylor isn’t their best friend.. like the whole “bff” trope that is sold to them is so transparent and I almost feel bad for their naivete.. And they get so offended when we suggest that perhaps Taylor isn’t portraying herself 100% like she does in her personal life. OF COURSE SHE DOES, and it’s totally allowed. She would be insane to be totally open and honestly with the public, she is a stage persona, just like every other celebrity. She is an entertainer, of course she has parts of her image that are exaggerated or changed. Taylor and Taylor Swift™ are two different people. Just like Stefani Germonotta and Lady Gaga are different people. Of course there are aspects that are the same, but in the end of the day she is an artist who is in the business of selling her music and products to the public.  Being totally open doesn’t make sense for someone in the public eye. 

I always feel like asking thee kids: Would you be 100% open about every single part of you and all of your deepest darkest secrets to every random person in the streets?`You would likely reply no. So why would you assume that Taylor would do so?

anonymous asked:

god yep sometimes words just aren't enough, that's why i've taken to spamming hearts lmao :') anyway uhhhh prompts!? ...... enjolras getting a recurring kind anon on his ridiculously hard-to-find venting blog (bc Of Course he has a venting blog, but none if his irl friends know about it) but the anon is like weirdly specific so he knows it's someone from irl and so he embarks on his own secret adventure trying to find out who it is, while not letting anyone else know about it??

oh this sounds fun! let’s begin shall we? I haven’t been to a vent blog before so this is just my idea of what it’s like. also this got really long so i will be dividing it up into multiple parts as i work, mainly because it’s late here and i’m tired from crying

Enjolras sighed, taking his computer out. It had been a long day at the Musain. It seemed that summer break meant that all his friends had gone completely insane. Even Combeferre seemed to be a bit more reckless than his normal professional self. 

That’s what Enjolras liked about the internet. It was a place that you could be rash and impractical while still keeping up you personal life as balanced as possible. Enjolras didn’t like being hasty, even on the internet. He personally didn’t believe in being reckless or wild, he preferred to be practical and collected. His speeches, though seeming passionate and full of emotion, had gone through stages of editing before they were brought out into the world.

That was how he started a vent blog on Tumblr. He had started the blog to create a conversation about issues, but the internet was not one for a rational debate. He turned his blog into a vent blog when an anon started ranting about a current political issue. Enjolras relished in learning the other side of the story, not just the view he had. At first, it was mainly political anons, but then some would come talking about their personal lives.

Day in and day out, Enjolras would listen to people’s problems. It wasn’t what anyone expected of him, no sir, but there was something comforting about it. Enjolras would look at the anons and see that even people who seem to have their life together could be at a place of despair. 

It was this fateful day when someone came to Enjoras that seemed awfully familiar. He opened his inbox and read through the messages. There weren’t many, Enjolras never expected more than three a day, but there was one that caught his eye and he knew he would have to post it first. 

oh my god this guy that i see almost everyday is both infuriating and wonderful. he’s very passionate but it seems like he doesn’t have any emotions. like, the only thing that matters is his end goal and not anyone who is helping him. like god, let us have some fun for once. don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing and i do love him, but sometimes i just want him to shut up. i know ways i can get him to shut up too ;)

Enjolras frowned, reading the ask. It just sounded so… relatable? He felt like he understood the person that this anon was talking about. Enjolras sighed and posted the ask. He read the others, posting them in turn and closed his computer, thoughts racing.

The next day played out in a similar fashion. Enjolras payed extra attention in the meeting, looking for any wandering eyes. He also tried to be more empathetic to his friends. Part of Enjolras scolded himself for letting an anonymous user, that he didn’t even know for certain was one of his friends, get to him. The other part hoped for a reaction. 

He couldn’t stop thinking of the mix of anger and lust tied to the words. The user seemed to be spiteful and enraptured at the same time. Enjolras sighed slightly, unsure how two clashing emotions could be contained in one person’s mind. 

As soon as he got home, Enjolras opened his computer. There were only two messages today, and one was from the user from the day before. Enjolras leaned forward, even though he knew it wouldn’t help his vision, preparing himself to read the comment. 

(anon from yesterday about the passionate guy) i don’t know what was going on today, he seemed off. i can’t place my finger on it and it’s driving me crazy. i had to spend the entire meeting restraining myself from going up and asking him what the fuck was happening. i swear, he’s making me go insane. one day he’s all stoic and the next he’s trying to be some sweet guy. what the fuck

Enjolras stood stalk still, trying to take in all the information. So it was someone he knew. Enjolras posted the two messages, and closed his computer once more and took out some paper. He wrote down all his friend’s names, leaving some space in between each name. He knew he couldn’t contact this anon personally, so he would have to take matters into his own hands. 

The next part will be posted tomorrow! stay tuned and thank you so much

part two     part three

anonymous asked:

Guys with an incredibly clingy s/o?

Of course Anon ! I’m kinda clingy soo guess this request is perfect for me … Enjoy ! Sorry if it’s bad !

DRV3 Boys with a clingy S/O

Amami Rantarou :

. Let’s be honest, this guy is kinda clingy too so it’s not a problem for him if you’re clingy . He finds it adorable to be honest .

. He loves being affectionate with you and you two cuddle often . The fav thing you love doing is to sit on his lap and rub your face on his chest . He’s more into littles kisses and kiss marks on the neck mostly .

. When you two are in public, you two hold hands and whenever you see girls trying to flirt with him, you’d cling on his arm and make them understand that he’s yours .

. However , when he sees guys trying to flirt with you, he’d simply pull you closer or kiss you . Don’t touch Amami’s girlfriend/boyfriend ! He’s so jealous !!

. You often spend time with him talking with him at school or at your place . He enjoys being with you and it breaks his heart when he sees your sad look when you two must be apart .

. Sometimes , you feel like you spend too much time with him and you’re scared that he finds you too clingy and leaves you . It makes you cry and be depressed a lot .

. When you feel like that, Amami  would hug you and tell you that he doesn’t care that you’re clingy and that he’d never leave you . After all, he loves you the way you are !

Ouma Kokichi :

. This boy is clingy af ! He always climbs on you everywhere you two go ( even in public) and he’s super affectionate ! If you don’t give give him enough attention , he’s going to pout and cry like a child !

. Also, he’s super jealous when boys talk with you . He’d pull you on a french kiss and even thread his rivals with a cutter when you’re not around .

. Sooo it’s totally not a problem for him if you’re clingy ! It’s heaven for him when you’re affectionate with him and it could turn on a make out session sometimes ;)

. When you two are apart , you’d often text him and call him during 2-3 hours . He enjoys talking with you bc he feels so lonely without you !!! You can imagine that when you two see each other after a long time, you two are a sobbing mess .

. If you feel depressed or anxious about being too clingy, he’d immediately hug you and cry like a whimp . He doesn’t like when his S/O is sad !

. “ Awww, of course not ! As a supreme ruler, it’s normal for people to be clingy with me ! However, I love even more when it’s my dear S/O who is clingy with me, nishishi ~~ !!!!”

Shuichi Saihara :

. Oh god ! This boi feels so blessed when you’re affectionate with him !

. Whenever you two cuddle, he hides his blushing face behind his cap . You’re sometimes obliged to steal his hat to kiss him .

. When you two are in public, he’s kinda nervous when you climb on his arm but he always holds your hand ! He likes the feeling of your warm hand but would pretend it’s bc of the crowd .

. Sometimes  when you help him for his work, you always give a dark look at every girls who talk with him ! He’s yours and you’re not going to share him ! The poor boy is always confused when you do that …

. One time at night, when he was coming from work, he found you crying alone in the dark . It hit his nerves to see in this state and he immediately asked what’s wrong . You explain him you’re too clingy and that you’re afraid that he leaves you bc of that …

. “ No that’s wrong S/O ! I would never leave and y-you’re not clingy by the way ! Even if you are, I don’t care because I-I love you and that’s all that matters ! “ Cute dork

Kiibo :

. Kiibo and you are always stick together . You spend most of time teaching him new things and new feelings ;)

. He kinda heats up when you’re very close with him but he enjoys the feeling . Like really . And in return , he’s super caring and affectionate with you !

. When you two are in public , you become easily jealous mostly if Iruma is around bc you can’t stand that she can be so close with your boyfriend .

. You can’t blame him bc he’s so pure and so innocent . But, you can’t help but feel so insecure … What if he cheats on you ? What if he doesn’t want to see you anymore ? What if he finds you too clingy ?

. At one point, you ended up crying … The poor boy was so confused when he saw you like that so when you explained him your insecurities, he stopped talking .

. “ I’m sorry S/O but I didn’t get the point … Being clingy is a bad thing ? If so, even if it’s a bad thing, I want to be clingy too so you won’t suffer anymore ! “

Korekiyo Shinguuji :

. Since your first meet, he knew that you’re clingy . He doesn’t need to be the SHSL Detective to find it .

. But he doesn’t find that annoying . He finds it very interesting actually .It’s really interesting for him to see how you react and act when he’s around .

. The thing he likes the most is how affectionate you are with him and oh god, he loves when you two cuddle .

. The fact that you’re easily jealous when girls are around him is soo adorable but he’d never play with your feelings and keep his distance with girls .

. However, there was that time when you felt really depresssed and hide yourself with blanklets and pillows . Then, Korekiyo came and just whispered at your ear .

.” Did you know that the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul ? Well, I find this fact true because it doesn’t matter how much you can be clingy or anything, you’re still gorgeous and that’s the most beautiful thing I love with you ..”

Momota Kaito :

. Kaito and you are always together . He loves being with you and shows to everyone how great his girfriend/boyfriend is amazing . and it’s kinda embarrassing tbh

. He just loves when you’re affectionate with him and obviously, he’d take that at his advantaage and is kinda kinky with you …

. He’s super jealous when a guy talks with you but when girls are talking with him, he’s super chiil and doesn’t understand why you’re looking him with a dark stare .

. Wherever you feel down about the fact that you think you’re too clingy, he would just act like he doesn’t care and listen to you .

.” How can you be so nonchalant about that ! It’s really something that makes me suffer !”

.” I know but who cares about that ? Ya just the way you are and it doesn’t stop me for loving you ! If it’s someone who told you  that, tell me who and I’m gonna beat his ass ! “

Gonta Gokuhara :

. As a gentleman, Gonta would never leave your side and so you two spend a lot of time together .

. He loves the sweet and affectionnate part of you and would do anything to make you happy . So when you asked him if you were clingy was for him something unexpected .

. It’s true that you’re always by his side and you sometimes glare with a strange face at some girls who talked with him but it doesn’t mean that you’re clingy .

. By the way, being clingy is a bad thing ? If so, a gentleman would never tell at a lady that she’s clingy, it’s way too  rude !

.”Well , S/O-san, Gonta doesn’t really know what’s clingy but if it’s something bad then Gonta would definitely not find you like that ! Gonta thinks that S/O-san is very caring and kind with him so there’s no way that you could be something like that ! “

. His innonence made you smile and reminded you how much you love your pure boyfriend …

Hoshi Ryouma :

. Ryouma and you are most of the time together . He doesn’t really like the fact that you’re too afectionate, mostly in public . It makes him embarrassed .

. However , when you two are alone , cuddling on the sofa, he’d would not say no  to a little hugs session … He can be a good cuddler actually …

. One time, one of your friend invited  you two at a party . After a huge moment  to convince him to go with you, he finally said yes . Totally not for you huh

. Once at the party, some girls started to talk with him and at moment saying bullshit about you, mostly the fact that you’re clingy …

. You acted like you didn’t care but seeing him not reacting made you feel like he agrees with them … You hide somewhere far from them and you began to cry .

. At one moment, you heard footsteps and feft like someone was hugging you . It was Hoshi who once you left, shut the mouths of those bitches and now he feels so bad for not defended you …

Yule Ball Disaster

I promised an update so here it is plus I decided to make this a two part imagine 😚  Hope you enjoy! 

Can I get an imagine where the reader is a pureblood slytherin and her and Draco have been flirting nonstop which lead her to believe he would ask her to the Yule Ball only to find out the night before the dance he asked someone else. So she convinces Harry to go together since they can’t go with who they wanted in the hopes of making them jealous, which it does. And lots of fluff please!! Thank you!! -Anonymous

The Great Hall was filled in a louder state of chatter as this year was the year of the Triwizard Tournament. Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beuxbatons students filled the hall as their voices filled the atmosphere. You didn’t mind the noise. You were in your own little conversations with your slytherin housemates; specifically Draco Malfoy. 

You and Draco were the best of friends. A very strong Flirtationship as you would call it. More than a friendship, Less than a relationship. It made people think you were already together. Although you wished it was something more than just a flirtation. You were just too much of  coward to admit your feelings. 

You sat next to each other, as usual, your shoulders were pressed against the other. It wasn’t because the whole slytherin table was occupied, it was because you have gotten used to sitting together so close.  

“Father actually considered sending me to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, you know. He knows the headmaster, you see. Well, you know his opinion of Dumbledore — the man’s such a Mudblood-lover — and Durmstrang doesn’t admit that sort of riffraff” Draco stated, looking between you and his friends as he continued “But Mother didn’t like the idea of me going to school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line than Hogwarts about the Dark Arts. Durmstrang students actually learn them, not just the defense rubbish we do”

“Funny how my mother considered me transferring as well” You laughed, earning a smile from him “Beuxbatons is what you were destined for!” You attempted to copy your mother’s words causing your small group to erupt in fits of laughter and chortles. 

“Why’d you stay here?” Draco asked. 

“You really think I’m going to leave you here with these blokes?” You smiled, lightly pushing his shoulder with yours “I don’t want you to suffer”

“You’re the only reason I stayed too” He said, looking into your eyes. Your eyes gazed at his for a moment before turning away, quickly hiding the smile you had. 

“Could you two just get together already?” Blaise spoke, cutting the tension.

“You know that can’t happen, Zabini” You said, smirking at the dark skinned boy. 

“Why not?” Draco interjected. He was acting strange but you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. 

“We’re too perfect for each other, dear” You smiled, amused “The universe might explode at the madness of our relationship’s very existence” 

Just then Draco was about to retort until a paper rose had fallen onto your hand. Draco looked at you in a weird mix of expressions. You eyed it suspiciously before slowly unfolding the perfectly made rose. 

“Ms. (Y/N) Howell, would you care to join me in tomorrow’s Yule Ball?” 

You looked behind you to see one of the durmstrang boys staring at you with a smile. He was very good looking but Draco was hotter in your opinion. You would have said yes but you had an intuition that Draco would be the one to take you. Maybe he was just waiting for the right time to ask? You gave the buff boy a grin before turning back around. You saw Draco glare at the boy in your peripheral vision. He was always like that when you were around other boys.

“Another one?” Crabbe said in disbelief “How many more are you going to get until they give up, Howell?” 

“When they realize she’s already going with Draco” Goyle commented, looking between the durmstang boy and Draco. 

“I’m going with Pansy” Draco said, blankly.

The air got caught  in your throat as you processed what he just said. 

This surprised you and the others. You thought he hated Pansy. He made it very clear that he did every time she would pass by to get him away from you. Draco would always decline saying you and him had things to do. When you two were alone he would always complain about her saying that you were the only girl he needed in his life— besides his mother of course. 

How this boy made your heart flutter in more ways than one.  

“Pansy?” Your voice squeaked. You cursed yourself for for being so embarrassing. Draco shrugged like it was no big deal. Well you couldn’t blame him. You were too stupid to think he would ask you. You excused yourself before standing up. Your friends gave you looks of worry and confusion but you brushed them off. 

Where you were going? You honestly did not know. All of this is confusing. 

You left the Great Hall making your way towards the courtyard. Some fresh air should help you calm down. Why did Draco have to make you feel like this? Of course he wasn’t intending to. He just……Ugh! Stupid Feelings. Stupid Ball. Stupid Girl. You groaned in frustration, wanting to rip out the roots of your hair with your hands. You found yourself sitting on one of the benches. By this time everyone would be in the Great Hall, leaving the courtyard empty well except for you. 

“You alright, (Y/N)?” 

You easily recognized the voice belonging to the Chosen One himself, Harry Potter. Why he was speaking to you?  You had no clue but somehow his presence made you feel slightly better. Why is this happening?

“I’m fine” You whispered, staring at your shoes. You couldn’t just tell him that you were upset that Draco wasn’t taking you to the ball. That would be mad.

“I could tell you’re not” He said, sitting next to you on the bench.You gave him a light smile before answering “Everything’s just peachy” 

Oh how much Draco would kill you right now. Being around Potter and speaking to him.

Then it struck you. An incredibly idiotic plan. Idiotic enough to make it brilliant. 

“Harry?” You spoke up, getting scar head’s full attention. If you could get him to go to the ball with you, you could make Draco jealous. You’ve seen the way Harry looks at Cho; pretty obvious that he likes her so he’ll also get a chance of making her jealous as well.

Now you fully understood why the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin.

“Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” 

When the boy ran away and took your heart with him it felt as though you had lost a part of yourself.
You have given me a part of your heart, the part that I know took much uncovering and long rants to settle into. You ask me to stay and never leave, although we both know how those unfair promises and hopes we dare to say aloud always end up. Yet, you let me live in this part of your heart that has so much room for someone as tall as me to fit in and that just ceases to amaze me.
The similarities are uncanny between the two of us. But, I guess that has a lot to do with the “type” you levitate towards.
Unlike him though, I refuse to run away with any piece of you that would make you feel any less whole. I refuse to leave you feeling as though every moment we’ve shared was a lie and every word I said a useless sound in the wind. So I send you your heart, not because I don’t want it. But, because it is the first step we must take in order to refill the missing pieces with even stronger parts.
So please take your heart, share it with the world if you must, but never let anyone take it from you.
For you 💜and only you💖 @pleasehearmedarling
Pas de Trois, 2.

Originally posted by chimchams

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Theatre!AU, Polyamory, Fluff, Angst + Smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sexual Content

Summary: Sharing a stage with Jimin and Taehyung is always rewarding, but the real reward is behind the scenes.

Count: 2193 words.

Note: This is a series written for @chimdeer. As always, thank you for the love.

PlaylistPrologue → One → Two → Three

Pas de Trois: Act One, Scene Two


In amidst of the populous café, you are ensconced at a table near the windows and away from the bustling commotion. Yet, no matter how noisy it was—with orders being placed, nonsensical conversations admixed—you found yourself tuning everything out and being one with your own thoughts.

Garnet-stained nails absently traced the rim of your mug as the cogitation of the upcoming theatrical work encircled your mind. It was an amazing opportunity, a chance that could shift your career into a promising direction and ultimately your life. After all, you auditioned for the part just for that, did you not? Yet, what was this uneasiness settled inward your heart—worry or excitement?

A sigh escaped from parted lips whilst you took a sip of your beverage with a content hum. Perhaps the concern was established with the fact that your new fellow actors you would be rehearsing and performing beside were from the partnering university in South Korea. Busan, was it? A mélange of performers was all fine and dandy, especially in the acting community; however, surely the barriers of languages would be troublesome. Right?

You shook your head and rested your cheek against the palm of your hand, attention averted to look out the window. That sort of notion would get you nowhere. Your mind needed to be open and free, to be able to welcome potentials as they arose. It could not be that bad—travelling to Chicago, enacting in front of hundreds of people amongst those who had the same ambition as you.

Hence, you smiled to yourself and pushed back your sleeve to reveal a watch. “Would you like another refill?” was inquired to you by an itinerant employee, as if she was right on cue. Another caffeine intake wouldn’t hurt.

“Yes, please.”

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Wasn't Expecting That~Peter Parker x reader~Part 2

A/N:Errrr, I was cringing while writing all of this. It will start to have more romance between the reader and Peter in the next chapter… Hope you like this one!! Part One~ swearing (it’s impossible to have Deadpool in anything without swearing), overprotective Tony •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Ok, there’s this guy right?” Big guy, fucking loaded. He actually paid me some of the fee when we met.“ Wade pulled out a stack of money and smelled it, "smells fresh-” Y/N leaned over and taken the money from his hand, examining it and said, “you sure we can trust this guy?” Wade looked over Peter, who was still unconsciously propped against the wall and rolled his eyes, “hell yeah we can! Do you not see all that fucking money? Like I said, this guy is rich! You see that shit in your hand? Yeah? Well, that right there is only one fucking quarter of what we get in the end.” Y/N threw the money onto the glass table that was placed in between the two couches, “how does this guy even know that this kid is Spider-Man?” Wade laughed at Y/N and started shaking his head. His gaze landed on the window and squinted he’s eyes, “looks like someone wanted to pay us a little visit!” Wade turned around with a smirk, putting he’s mask on he grabbed a gun from his black holster. Y/N looked at her dad extremely confused, “wait… what do you mean? Who is paying us a visit?” Wade, who was ignoring her, swung the door open. Y/N was trying to peer over her fathers shoulder. As the metal door came to a stop, all she could hear was a familiar voice that she couldn’t put her finger on. “Well, well, well… who do we have here? I heard from a certain someone that you have my Spider-Kid.” Outside of the door stood Tony Stark. Wade looked back at Y/N quickly and stated, “watch the kid! I’ll be right back.” Tony looked over Wade, seeing Y/N he said with a smirk on his face, “you know what? I think I’ll just come in here.” Wade giggled, “be my guest! Hope you used protection.” (A/N: that’s my attempt at a dirty joke. I’m cringing right now, but I couldn’t help myself. Sorry if you don’t understand it…) Tony walked over to Peter and sighed, “did you really have to knock him out? You’re really starting to piss me off. First, you steal my private jet and now you steal my Spiderling? That’s just not cool man.” At this point Peter was starting to wake up. Seeing Tony he started to shake out of he’s daze, “w-where are we Mr. Stark? My head is pounding, ugh…” Peter started looking around the dimly lit room, but stopped when he saw Y/N, “what did you do to me!? I feel like I got knocked in the head with a rock!” Wade stepped in, “it was a gun actually!” Peter looked over at the Deadpool, immediately recognizing him said, “oh god! Please tell me I’m dreaming right now?” Wade looked offended, but Y/N couldn’t tell if he was faking it or not. “What the actual fuck? C'mon, kid! We’ve been through so much together and only now do you suddenly hate hate me? You’re fucking messed up if you ask me.” Tony and Y/N shared a look. Tony clears his throat to break the tension but it didn’t seem to work. He then grumbled words under his mouth before speaking up, “you all are getting off topic!” He pointed at Peter who was still glaring at Wade, “I’m here to save your ass!” Tony turned to look at Wade and Y/N, “but, now I’m also here to ask you two a few questions! All of you sit! Peter that includes you.” Everyone shuffled around the small room, Peter knocked his knee on the glass table trying to sit down. Y/N laughed at this, “wow! Who could have guessed that Spider-Man could be so clumsy?” “I-I told you, I’m not Spider-Man! And I’m not clumsy… I just didn’t see it there” Tony sighed and put his hands on his head.he mumbled, “oh for the love of god…. Kid! It’s obvious they know, or we wouldn’t be in this situation now would we?” Y/N was sitting next to Peter, she knocked her knee against his, “sorry! I didn’t see you there.” Wade laughed at his daughter while Tony glared at him, “stop encouraging her! Ok, whatever. I don’t care for this anymore, Peter come on, we have things to do and none of which includes having tea with a man in a red suit!” Y/N snorted, “yeah, Peter! It includes, washing the shoes of a man in a metal suit.” Peter smiled at the girl trying not to laugh, “I don’t wash Mr. Starks shoes!” Y/N faked a sigh and stood up, “keep telling yourself that kiddo.” Peter looked at Y/N dreamily and Tony was having none of this, “well, would you look at the time? I guess, Peter and I should be leaving!” Tony reached into his pocket, and place a pile of money, 5 times the size of the one from the ‘loaded’ guy. “Hope that will keep you quiet! I don’t even want to know who told you to steal Peter… I think I have an idea already.” Wade smirked at all the money and played innocent, “Peter who?” Tony hummed, “exactly!” Peter walked over to Y/N, “It was nice meeting you, I guess.” Y/N smiled and reached into her pocket, she lowered her voice, “call me sometime alright?” She slipped a ripped piece of paper into his hand. “When-?” “Don’t even ask.” The girl walked back over to the couch and sat down. Wade watched the two teens and made a singsong voice, “looks like someone is falling in looooove!” Tony knew, this wouldn’t be the last time they had to deal with each other. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••I thought this would only be a two-part story but I’m thinking I will make this into a series. I have a lot of ideas for this but I would love to hear your ideas! Requests and tags are open. I’ll be adding the people who asked for a tag after, I currently don’t have my laptop with me so I have to use my phone and for some reason it’s not working. I’m really sorry!