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some fae facts from lore

  • ‘fae’ range from anything like goblins and imps to the little pixies with the wings that everyone associated with fairies to the seven-foot tall members of the royal courts. some even consider the banshee to be fae. (also trolls, gnomes, elves, djinn, dwarves, leprechauns, will-o-wisps, etc.)
  • some think the fae are evil, some think they are fallen angels, but most are considered to be a chaotic neutral force. some might call this ‘whimsically evil.’
  • honey makes them drunk.
  • iron poisons them, as it does many magical beings.
  • some were-creatures were probably just fae in disguise, since fae can assume any form.
  • they sometimes lure humans with music that makes them want to follow and dance. they have to dance for what feels like a year and a day but it actually only seconds.
  • true names of the fae have power over them. they often use aliases when dealing with non-fae.
  • some people are gifted with fae sight, which allows them to see the fae and also sometimes peeks into the future through their dreams.
  • cats hate the fae, and the fae hate them back. 
  • iron horseshoes over the door can act as a fae deterrent.
  • they sometimes kidnap human children and leave their own children or elderly behind. these are called changelings.
  • fae are generous with gifts, especially for polite people, but prefer gifts in return.
  • that being said, better to avoid accepting gifts. you probably don’t have enough to pay them back. by saying ‘thank you,’ you acknowledge that a gift was given and that you now owe something in return. being indebted to the fae = bad time
  • fae can’t lie, but truth and honesty aren’t always the same.
  • asking for a favor will cause offense. make it seem like it’s their idea to help you.
  • most things offend them, actually.
  • some fae can smell a lie. there’s no way of knowing which ones unless they tell you.
  • fae use ‘glamour’ to hide their appearance or habitations around humans. ‘glamour’ can be gifted for use by humans.
  • it’s better for fae to have half-breed children than no children at all, so relationshops with humans are fine. it just rarely works out fine for the human.

you know how you always look at an idol in videos and are like ”you are such a smol bean omg” and then you remember they are actually taller than you and you’re left shook af

anonymous asked:

So it's not only that ks has a beautiful thighs and butt. He also cute without even trying, he likes to be pampered, and also he is clingy. Yet people complain when fic writers write ks this way. They want the "manly and buff daddy u.u" ks. Which is probably something ks isn't.

LOLz that’s why i’ve been calling them hypocrites. these people are too obsessed with ks masculinity to the point they would use arguments that contain bottom shaming or basically putting feminine boys in bad light. it’s ughlee and really detestable.

imo, ks has certain traits that can be considered to be ~traditionally feminine~ (mm bet some of y’all are triggered right after your brain decipher ks + ‘feminine’ being associated together, better read it ‘til the end) such as;  

- he likes/is good at cooking* (remember when he cooked for the entire filming staffs in 2015? remember how he cooked in vlive?),

- good at cleaning* (ji said in radio interview ks folded his shirts before and jd admitted ks nags a lot about hygiene/cleanliness in their dorm),

*cooking and cleaning are basic requirements to stay alive tbh, don’t get why these stuffs are considered ~feminine~ but i include them here to match the current society standard™

- many people have said he’s caring, as in “mother-like” (remember he used to be referred as the “mom” of the group during 2012~2013? even ji called ks “mama” before. funny that thing suddenly stopped after some rumors surfaced… also, remember that japanese dance group talked about meeting exo backstage and how caring ks is cuz ks basically handed them lunch boxes?),

Q: “how does ji call you (ks)?”

A: “ks-hyung” and “mama*”

i know mama in kr means “your highness” but during this period ks was often being called as the “mom of the group (e x o - k)”, so it makes more sense to interpret mama as mother. 

- he does pilates which is an exercise that’s popular among women instead of men, because it tones your lower limbs (such as thighs and buttocks) and increases your flexibility. plus it’s kinda similar to yoga and we know yoga is also popular among women. 

some might argue that he does this for comeback (like bbh has said in their vlive, but then again, if so, why others aren’t doing it?) or for his upcoming movie (the movie is gonna be filmed in sept.. it’s too early to prepare. ks started training for hyung when the filming began.) imo he’s doing this for personal reason.

- he once helped around at his mom’s salon (he even said he had thought of becoming a stylist. there’s pic of him styling osh hair) which means he has some skills/knowledge about stuffs like this. he often carries that vaseline lipbalm as well. anyway, this one isn’t necessarily traditionally feminine trait/character imo, but ppl who deal/care about things like this are mostly women (it’s just like the pilates thingy).

- like you’ve mentioned; he likes to be pampered (his boyfriend ji said it himself that ks is “駄々っ子” (read: dadakko) which literally means “spoiled child” or “pampered child” and if it’s translated to korean it has similar meaning to aegyo–as in someone who behaves cutely like a child), contrasting the ~traditional masculine~ trait where men are expected to pamper their partner.

- and he’s clingy (which he had admitted by himself during pure love interview and even ji kinda confirmed this one by saying ks is similar to koala bc ks clings on ji)

all of these traits do not make ks less than a man. im really tired of these people (particularly his stans–and this is coming from a ks biased person. although there are some of ji stans who are like this too because “ji is the cute one!! uwu”, not saying ji isn’t cute ofc, he can be adorable as well just like ks.. still, it’s not a valid reason to argue/get mad about ks being portrayed as a soft & smol boy™ bc it has no correlation. you know what’s funny? ks has never called ji cute. it’s always ji who calls/compliments him with that word. ks has called/complimented ji as “cool”, “handsome”, “sexy”, “has the best body”, “most mature member” but never cute. anyways.)

it’s really aggravating seeing them bitching about ks being portrayed in the ways that have been mentioned above because it ~effeminate~ him!! uwu, even though those things are still part of him. it makes me questioning them tbh; are they ashamed that their fave has those particular traits?

also, his body description. i rmmber back then in 2015~2016 some people were legit triggered if you say ks is smol or tiny or short or has narrow shoulders. this makes no sense whatsoever…. bc that’s just basically how his body is. why people are getting mad over this shit? jesus christ. 

i still remember people argued over his and ji’s hand sizes. it’s obvious ks’ hand is slightly smaller (pics)…. honestly, why ppl even fought over this dumbshit. god. 

if we compare him with those tall members ks is smaller/shorter (and he’s def shorter than the official height SM published + he often wears shoes with thick soles that prob elevate his height to become 5~7 cm taller), and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

there’s nothing wrong with a guy being small or undersize (he even admitted this by himself during ‘hyung’ interview; “im undersized so i had to exercise to fit the role, although now the muscles are gone”). and there’s nothing wrong for a guy liking/doing stuffs that are considered to be ~traditionally feminine~.  

if you find such thing to be offensive, it’s your problem. if you dislike there’s a possibility for your faves to not be able to fulfill your macho/masc/hetero bs standard, you’re the problematic one. 

honestly, this topic reminds me of the phrase; “masculinity is such a fragile concept”. i thought it’s only str8 men who get triggered when their masculinity is endangered but turns out some girlies have this sorta mindset too. sad. 

it’s kinda ironic cuz ks once wore that shirt with “gender equality” written on the front area (which i assume he supports the idea behind the mssg) yet some of his stans love to spew out words that are basically bottomshaming and/or degrading fem! boy. they also seem to be so overly crazy (and highly aggressive) with the idea of ks being masculine/dom. it’s a bit…..yikes. no wonder ks only shows his aegyo/soft side to his closest ones lulz.

anyways, y’all who think “men being associated with femininity (such as being complimented as pretty/beautiful/soft/curvy) = insult” are just plain bizarre to me….and unlikable. if you’re one of those people, please stay away from me and my blog. just pretend that im dead or something. block me.

p.s: im not proud that i remember all of those stuffs (the interviews etc)… they just… sorta…. stuck in my head.  also, wow this is a long answer. somehow i feel like im gonna regret answering this cuz the topic seems to be sensitive… oh well. 

p.p.s: dks is a beautiful, adorable, smol and clingy soft boy who loves to be pampered/spoiled by his boyfie (kji) and there’s nothing your crusty ass can do to change it. literally not-a-thing. not even sending h8 anons to my inbox can change it. 

if your feelings are scratched by my words, please contact my lawyer here;


Originally posted by assbutt-trumpet

Originally posted by lovershub

Request:  Opie imagine where you haven’t seen him in a week cause he’s on a run, when he gets home your waiting in the bedroom for him.

Contains Smut 😉💦

Everything about Opie was a turn on to you.
His dark brooding eyes, his long thick hair, his soft lips, his height, his strong muscly arms, his tattoos. The way he looked at you in the mornings when he’s just woken up, the way he looked at you when he was angry, the way he looked at you when  he came home after a long day. The way he looks at you with such hunger. The way his booming laugh echoed through your quiet house. The way he walked with such confident strides, danger radiating off him. The way he rode his bike, his large strong hands gripping the handle bars, the wind blowing through his hair. The sound of his voice, so loud and deep his words  left goosebumps on your skin. Opie wasn’t much of a talker, but when you were in the bedroom it was a very different story. God, that man knew all the right words to say to have you begging for more.
You had always had a thing for bad boys, and as much as Opie wanted to be good, you loved him even more when he was being bad.
It had been a week since he had left on the run and you were counting down to the very second he would be back.
You knew when he asked you to be his ild lady that there would be times when he’d have to go away. You just didn’t expect it to be in the ‘honeymoon’ phase of your relationship. The last few weeks the two of you had been fucking like rabbits.
Being away from him for so long hadn’t been good for you.
In fact, you’d been a grumpy bitch ever since he’d rode out of Charming.
You’re work mates were sick you. Hell, even your boss had sent you home early today after having enough of your mood swings.
Gemma was sick of you moping around the clubhouse too.
She was used to it. Having Clay go away on runs had become common for her, and for Tara and the rest of the old ladies.However, this was your first and if you had it your way, it would be the last.
Opie had called you a few hours ago, to let you know they were on their way back and you had been ecstatic ever since.
The house was spotless, the sheets were clean, your skin was practically glistening and your hair was freshly washed and dried.
Now all you had to do was wait.
And so you sat on the edge of your bed, the black lingerie clinging tightly to your skin and the scent or your perfume lingering in the air.

You bit your lip when you heard the front door open and all the built up lust and hunger came flooding through you like a wave.
“Babe?” Opie called out.
“Im in the bedroom.” You called back.
You heard his bags drop to the floor and you tucked your hair behind your ears, the anticipation almost becoming too much for you to bare.
You heard dull thumps as Opie kicked off his boots while he walked down the hallway and before you knew it the door flung open and there he was.
His tall figure loomed in the door way and you blushed under his gaze as he took in the sight of you.
You stood, letting your hair fall down your shoulders and you walked towards him.
The matching lingerie set had been a gift you’d purchased for him, but you’d never had a chance to give it to him. Yet.
“Holy shit.” Opie whispered as you sauntered towards him, swaying your hips as you walked.
You had to fight the urge to run and leap into his arms, but you had missed him and you wanted him to yearn for you the way you had for him.
You stopped before him and traced your arms along his shoulders.
His rough hands laid gently on your hips and you reached up on your tip toes to kiss him.
The moment your lips touched the heat built within you and neither of you could contain yourselves.
You moaned into his mouth as he lifted your body, your legs wrapping around his waist and he carried you to the bed, a sudden urgency taking over.
He laid you down and hovered over you as your lips moved in harmony.
His body laid between your legs and you lifted your hips, desperate for some kind of friction and Opie growled against your lips.
Eventually you came up for air and he lifted his head only for a moment. You both grinned at each other before his lips were crashing down on yours once more.
His kisses became soft and slow, teasing you as his tongue licked along your bottom lip.
You could feel how hard he was already, his bulge was pressed against you in just the right spot.
Opie lifted his body off you and stood as he lifted his arms to removes kutte.
Before he could, however you sat up and stopped his hand from moving.
“Leave it on.” You said.
“God I love you.” Opie said and pushed you back on the bed, his lips crashing down on your once more.

“You are so beautiful,” Opie said between kisses as his lips left yours and began to trail down your neck.
He sucked at the soft skin, making you whimper and you knew you’d have a bruise there in the morning but you didn’t care.
His lips moved lightly over your skin, sucking and licking his way along your collar bone.
“I missed you so much, baby girl.” He said against your skin.
His words sent goosebumps over your skin and the heat pooling within you was almost becoming too much to bear.
He loved teasing you, getting you worked up til you were begging for him and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted.
You bit your lip as his lips brushed over your skin and you wanted desperately to push him off of you and climb on top of him, to take control.
But Opie had other ideas and he slid his hands beneath your body and unlatched your bra.
The fabric left your skin and you blushed as his eyes looked at your bare chest hungrily.
“So beautiful.” Opie whispered as he bent his head.
His lips wrapped around your right nipple and he swirled his tongue around it, feeling it tighten into a peak. His hand massaged your left breast and you moaned as you felt his teeth graze over your nipple ever so gently.
With every flick of his tongue you felt the warmth within you grow hotter and you know when he finally got to it you would be coming within minutes.
Hunger ran through your veins and you arched your back, giving him more of your breast to take in his mouth.
“Please, Ope.” You moaned as you clutched at his hair, hiding him tightly to your breast.
Your other hand traced along the cool leather of his kutte and you lifted your hips, desperate for more friction.
“Please what?” Opie growled.
He left your breasts and kissed you hungrily once more before returning to your chest, this time taking your left nipple between his lips.
“Fuck me, Opie.” You moaned.
You could feel his smirk but he ignored your request as he sucked at your breast.
He continued for only a moment more before you felt him lift his body from you.
He knelt on the bed and eyed your core hungrily through the black lace.
He moved his hands down your body and slipped his fingers in the waist band of your panties before wiggling them down your body.
He tossed them to the floor behind him and licked his lips as he looked at your bare body beneath him.
Through the fabric of his jeans you could see the shape of his bulge and he palmed his length, adjusting the fabric that had become too tight.
The image of your bare body spread out beneath him, ready for him was enough to get him hard but the soft whimpers you were making were becoming almost too much for him to bare.
“Fuck, babygirl.”
His fingers traced along the inner of your legs and he teased them agonisingly slow from your ankles to your knees, but no higher.
Seeing him kneeling between your legs, completely dressed in his leather, watching you writhe beneath him was turning you on even more and you moved your hips on the bed, desperate for something to grind against for some friction.
Opie smirked and stood before grabbing your ankles gently and pulling your body to the edge of the bed.
He placed your feet spread along the edge of the bed, keeping you spread wide for him and you blushed slightly as he eyed your core.
You began to massage your breasts, squeezing them tightly as your hunger for touch grew deeper.
“Good girl,” Opie said and he removed his kutte and his shirt, his eyes never leaving you.
Opie unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the ground and you moaned when you saw his member standing tall and hard.
“Look at that pretty little pussy,” Opie said as he stepped out of his pants and stroked his cock slowly.
“Ive missed your tight little pussy.”
You moaned and with each word he spoke you felt your walls flutter and tighten, clenching around nothing as they were desperate to be filled.
Opie knelt on the floor in front of you and you lifted yourself onto your elbows.
He began to kiss you slowly, from the inner knee right up your thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses and you ached for his touch.
Slowly he kissed closer to where you needed it most and you moaned in anticipation.

Opie licked song your folds and you spread your legs wider, thankful to finally have some attention where you needed it most.
You moaned and your body squirmed as his wide tongue licked along your slit.
His tongue moved slowly over your clit and you arched your back as you felt his fingers near your folds.
He slid one finger inside you and you moaned softly, the sensation combining with that of his tongue, circling your clit.
You were so worked up, so desperate for his touch that it didn’t take long til you were in the brink.
But Opie knew how close you were, and he wanted to tease you for a little while longer.
His lips left you but he slid another finger inside you, stretching your walls for his large cock.
“Such a pretty pussy baby,” Opie said.
He licked around your clit once more as his fingers pumped inside you.
“You taste so good, baby.”
You moaned and squeezed your breasts, pinching at your nipples as he sucked at your clit.
He was growling against you and the vibrations from his mouth were bringing you closer to the edge.
His fingers moved faster inside you, stretching your walls and you arched your back as you felt yourself go over the edge.
Your thighs clenched, holding his head between them and your back arched off the bed as his tongue continued to move over your clit.
“Fuck, Opie!” You moaned and you clutched at his hair, holding him to your core.
Your walls began to loosen around his fingers and his tongue slowed as you rode out your high.
His fingers pulled out of you slowly and you gasped at the sudden emptiness.
He lifted his head to look at you, red-faced and panting and he smirked before lowering his head and lapping at your juices.
Slowly he stood and you looked into his eye, seeing the primal hunger that now dominated his dark irises.
You lowered your eyes and licked your lips as you saw his large cock, already so hard for you.
“Mmm baby, you always taste so good.” Opie growled and you squirmed on the bed.
He grasped his large member and stroked it slowly.
“You want this?” He asked you.
You licked your lips as you watched him pump himself, tugging agonisingly slow along his length.
You nodded.
“Say you want it.” He ordered. “Say you want this cock inside that tight little pussy.”
“Please Opie!” You moaned. “Please fuck me.”
Opie smirked and hovered over you, pressing your body against the bed and you squirmed beneath him.
He held himself in his hand and moved himself against your folds.
You were already so wet for him and he coated himself in the slick juices.
“So wet for me babygirl,” Opie growled.
You moaned and your body writhed beneath him and you lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Opie growled and kissed along your neck, the skin tender from his earlier attacks.
He moved his cock in his hand and rubbed it between your folds, against your clit, moving easily along your wetness.
“Please Ope.” You begged and bucked your hips, making his cock slide further down your folds and closer to your entrance.
Without warning he plunged himself inside of you and you moaned as your walls stretched to take his large length.
He rocked his hips slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size and you dug your nails into his broad shoulders.
Opie pushed forwards, pushing himself deeper within you and he pressed against your clit.
You whimpered beneath him and rolled your hips,signalling to him that you were ready.
He didn’t hesitate and he slid himself out of you slowly while he pressed his lips against yours.
He sucked your bottom lip between both of his and he thrusted hard inside of you, making you gasp.
His lips released yours and he removed your arms from his shoulders before pinning them either side of your face.
“You want me to fuck you baby girl?” Opie growled.
Only the tip of his cock was resting inside of you and you moaned at his words.
You bit your lip and nodded. His face was close too yours and he stared into your eyes intensely.
“Yeah?” He slid his cock inside you and you moaned as his whole length entered you. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me Opie!” You begged and Opie smirked.
His hips pulled back and he slammed into you, making your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation.
His thrusts pounded into you, hard and fast.
Over and over again he entered you, every inch of him and you couldn’t hold back the moans that were leaving your lips.
Your arms fought against his, holding yours to the bed and he didn’t release his grip, he liked being in control.
“Fuck, Ope!” You screamed as he pounded inside you.
Both of you knew you were close and Opie finally released your arms.
You grasped his shoulders and scratched along his back, making him hiss.
He reached his hands beneath your hips and lifted them slightly, allowing him to enter you deeper than before.
Your back arched off the bed and you weren’t sure if you could hold off for much longer.
His thrusts never let up and the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room.
“You gonna come for me, baby girl?” Opie growled.
You couldn’t answer him, the sensations were becoming to much and so you threw your head back as a loud moan left your lips.
Opie lowered his head and sucked at your neck, leaving a harsh dark mark.
His lips left the skin and he lifted his lips to your ear, his hips still pounding into you.
“Come for me baby, come all over my cock.”
You screamed his name as your walls tightened around him and you dug your nails into his shoulders. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as your body shuddered beneath him.
His hips continued thrust inside you as you came and Opie growled as he felt you become wetter, coating himself in your juices.
“Good girl.” Opie cooed in your ear and you squirmed beneath him as you came back into focus.

His lips crashed against yours and he kissed you fiercely, with such passion it left you slightly dizzy.
When he pulled apart you smiled at him before pushing him off you slightly and in one swift movement you rolled him of you and straddled him.
You always did love being on top.
Opie stared up at you, his eyes devouring every inch of your bare skin and you smiled and shifted your hips slowly.
You squeezed your breasts and rubbed your wet pussy against his cock, making him growl at the sight of you.
Beneath you, you could feel his cock tense and you knew he was aching for his release now.
His hands ran up your back and pulled you down towards him so he could kiss you once more, and you let him for only a minute before you pulled back.
Your eyes met his and you but your lip as you reached down and grasped his bulging cock before sinking down on it, making both of you gasp.
Slowly you rolled your hips, your eyes never leaving him as you rode him.
“Your pussy feels so good, baby girl.” Opie said and you moaned.
he always knew how to make you come undone with his words and tonight was no exception.
You pulled your body up and plugged down on him, hard and fast and Opie began to thrust his hips to meet yours.
Opie wrapped his hands around your hips and thrust into you while you slammed down on him and his eyes watched your tits bounce hungrily.
“Fuck, Ope!” You cried out as his large cock pounded inside of you.
Opie growled and grasped your hips tighter, taking control once more.
He lifted your hips and slammed them back down, letting his full length pound inside you.
You leant your body forward and buried your face in his neck as the pleasure took over your body.
His thrusts were hard and fast and before you knew it you were on the edge once more.
“Opie Im gonna come!” You whined into his neck and he growled and thrust into you even harder.
His grip on your hips was tight and you were sure you’d have bruises there in the morning.
“Come for me baby girl,”  Opie growled and you moaned loudly.
Your walls tightened around him and your body shook as white hot pleasure pulsed through your veins and you clutched your eyes shut.
“Look at me,” Opie growled.
“Ope!” You screamed.
You could hear how wet you were for him, each thrust was loud against your soaking wet pussy and you knew Opie was close too.
“You want me to fill you up?” He growled.
You could only nod but that was enough for him.
He thrust into you a few more times before you felt his hot side spill inside of you. Your walls pulsed around him and he continued to thrust, riding out your highs.
Both of you were wanting heavily and you rolled off of him and collapsed on the bed, both of your bodies shining with sweat.
Your skin was tingling from the overwhelming pleasure and your thighs were still trembling as you tried to catch your breath.
After a moment of silence you felt Opie shift his arm and you slid your body next to his and rested your head on his chest.
His fingers traced up and down your back softly.
“Maybe I should go away more often, huh?”

To Make You Proud: Lin-Manuel Miranda X Daughter Reader (ft. Hamilcast)

Prompt: Your high school graduation ceremony is something you wanted your family to attend since you were receiving an important award, but you don’t see your father anywhere in the crowd.

Requested: No

Word Count: 2,343

Warnings: Angst, in a way.

Author’s Note: This is based off of the song “To Make You Proud” by Teresa Jennings which is what I sang for my graduation in middle school.

Your name: submit What is this?

You sat among the dozens of other seniors who were excited to be leaving the stage of high school and move onto college. You, however, were twisting a piece of string about your finger nervously, gazing around at you family and only seeing Vanessa, Sebastian, and your grandparents, your father nowhere in sight, causing you to get more and more upset. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a tear that was trying so hard to slip down your cheek.

You knew your father was a busy man, but he had promised you that he would come to this for you. You see, you were always fearful that your father had a hidden hatred for you since you were a mistake made after a drunk night in high school with your mother, someone who never showed her face. After she had you, she handed you off to your father without a word and went off the face of the Earth. And no matter how often your dad tried to reassure you that he loved you, you still felt a twinge of doubt inside you.

“And now,” You heard the English department supervisor announce. “The senior accepting the writing award for outstanding dedication and phenomenal creativity in every sense of the word is Y/N Miranda!”

You heard the claps and cheers from around you, and that put a little smile on your face as you walked up to the podium to accept your award. You shook the supervisor’s hand and she gave you the certificate. She said something to you, but you were too enthralled in your own thoughts that you didn’t really even catch what she had said to you. You simply nodded and smiled in response to whatever it was she had told you. You took your seat once more as the rest of the high school academic awards were given out.

Just after the valedictorian spoke and the diplomas were given out, the choir members-yourself included- were brought to the stage to sing your final song of high school. It was a simple one, but your choir director thought it had a lot of soul and sentiment to it, and it was called “To Make You Proud.”

You stared off at the gray sky of New York City. It wasn’t the typical gray city skyline, but it was one that told people there was a rainstorm coming very soon. Which, ironically, had happened not even a second after you had this thought.

A rushed movement caught your eye. You saw your father, dressed semi-formally, as if he had been scrambling just to get something good together. You noticed his heavy breathing and sad face when he noticed you and the other members standing tall, your voices blending together. Just seeing your father with that look of regret put you over the edge.

Your eyes became teary when you realized that your idiot of a father only just showed up to one of the biggest nights of your life. But, not wanting to give people the chance to see you cry, you turned your sadness into anger, and the way you sang showed you that. You gazed straight ahead once more, not looking anywhere else in fear that your tears would some barreling out for all the school and everyone’s families to see.

When the caps were thrown and everything was done and done, you had to go and face your family. But in a way you didn’t.

You wiped away your tears and put on a fake smile when you walked towards your grandparents, your stepmother, and little brother, completely ignoring your father’s presence.

“Hey!” You smiled, giving your grandmother a hug before moving onto your grandfather. “Gosh, it’s so nice to see you.”

“Y/N, listen-”

“Oh, Vanessa, you look so beautiful in that dress!” You cut him off.

“Y/N, I mean it-”

“Aw and look at little Sebastian in his fancy little clothes!” You spoke, googling over your little brother who giggled in response to you. “You have fun?”

“Yeah!” He nodded vigorously.

You turned back to our grandparents, gave them another hug, and told them, “Gosh, it’s so good to see you guys! Thank you so much for coming!”

“Oh my-”

“And you know I just wanted to say that this really means a lot to me. I mean like so-”

“Y/N Miranda will you just stop talking and listen to me?!” Your father shouted over you, finally having enough of you ignoring him.

You turned slowly and face him. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow accusingly. “Listen to you? Listen to you? I don’t need to listen to you! You weren’t here when I asked you to be. End of story.”

“Y/N, you have to understand. There was a problem that needed my attention at today's’ matinee show! Thy couldn’t-”

“Oh, so this is what this is about? Missing my high school graduation, the only one I’ll ever have, for that show? Guess what, dad?! Look at this, dad! I got an award for writing and you weren’t freaking there to see it because of that show! There’s understudies and-and standbys for Alexander Hamilton! He could be played by anyone in that stupid musical! But there’s no standby by for my dad!” You shouted in his face. Tears started to roll down your cheeks. “God, I wish that it never existed!”

At the time, you hadn’t realized just how harsh the words were and how deeply they affected him. You simply left your father and the rest of your family behind you as you walked off, sobbing and wiping away your tears as a sad melody echoed in your head.

You sat at the piano in your room a few hours after the incident, your fingers gently pressing down on the keys to create a nonsensical tune. It didn’t make you forget about what just happened, but it at least calmed you down a little bit. You continued doing this until you heard a knock on the door.

“If you’re dad, piss off. If you’re anyone else, please come in.” You mumbled just loud enough for the person behind the door to hear you.

“First of all,” Vanessa’s voice came to your ears after the door creaked open. “Watch your language. It could’ve been Sebastian for all you know.”

“I’m pretty sure Sebastian can’t knock as well as that.” You sorrowfully laughed.

“And second of all, you really hurt your father.”

You semi-glared at Vanessa when she told you this. A range of emotions and thoughts flowed through you, but you didn’t have enough words in your dictionary or enough time to voice them all then and there. So instead, you just snapped, “Yeah, well he hurt me.”

“I understand that, Y/N, but you told him that you wished Hamilton never existed. And-and you know how hard he worked on that and just how much it means to him. Hearing you say that to him… he really hurts, you know? You should probably apologize to him when you’re ready.”

“Apologize?” You scoffed. “Why should I even consider doing that when he couldn’t even put it off for one day for his only daughter’s high school graduation? This isn’t like some dumb middle school concert or something that’s like, every year or something. This is something he can’t see again. And this has happened before, and you know that. My final Broadway night for choir? Poetry night? Sure, they were all recorded but what’s the point?”

Vanessa sat on your bed, examining you as you looked down at your frail fingers touching the piano keys.

“There’s more to it, isn’t there?” Vanessa questioned.

You didn’t look up at her. Your fingers stop moving and you just stared down at the keys, a solemn look on your face.

“You know, I… I wonder if I really matter to him. Like… am I just a burden to him?” You wondered. You scrunched your eyebrows together in thought pondering these questions that always haunted you for years. “I mean, my mother just left me in his hands and ran. Does he actually see me as his daughter… or just a disturbance that he had to deal with for eighteen years? A-All I want to do is make him proud, but it’s like there are bigger priorities.”

“No, no, no!” Vanessa exclaimed, rushing to her feet. “Now that’s not true. Y/N, you know he loves you! And you know he’s proud of you!”

“Yeah? Well, it’s proven eight times a week that he’s a really good actor.”

Behind your door was a distraught father, one who couldn’t handle the information that had just come out of your mouth. You, a gentle, precious ray of light, believed that you were nothing to him and that he wasn’t proud of you and everything you did. Well, he’d just have to find a way to fix that.

Vanessa had told you that she had to drop something off at the Richard Rodgers Theatre for your dad. She didn’t say what it was, just that it was important to get it there before the show ended. You honestly just wanted to stay in the car, but she dragged you along anyway, telling you she wasn’t going to let you stay in a car alone in New York City.

“Here,” Vanessa handed you a small, light box. “Give this to your dad when he comes off stage Go over and wait for him. I have to go put this in the dressing room.”

“What?” You turned to look back at her and refute, but she was already hurrying for the other hallway backstage. “Fine…”

You stood backstage, the crew members giving you kind smiles. You knew most of them after a coming to the theatre a few different times. They didn’t say anything to you with the show going on, but they simply greeted you with their eyes and a nod to which you returned with a small wave and a small of your own.

You stood a few feet away from the stage with just enough view of it to see Phillipa center stage with your father walking around her as everyone sang the final notes of “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.” You felt a knot form in your stomach when you heard Phillipa let out a strained gasp when her character saw the audience watching the tale before her. When the lights faded out, and everyone went out for bows, you couldn’t stand to be there anymore.

“Could you give this to my father when he comes off please?” You asked, handing the box to a crew member.

They nodded and took the box from your grip. You spun around on your heels to head back out to the car, but your father’s voice caught you off guard, and kept you from moving forward.

“And one more thing before we all go! I have a something special for my very own Theodosia. My daughter, Y/N.”

You were frozen in your spot. You didn’t know what to do at that time. You could only listen as your father continued to speak to the audience with such cheerfulness, such… love… as he spoke about you. You slowly and hesitantly turned to look back at the stage.

“She just graduated college with honors in the English department. She got accepted into her dream college with a full scholarship… and I just couldn’t be more proud of her. So, to honor that, we will be singing one final song of the night, dedicated to her.” He announced.

You stepped forward, wanting to hear what would happen next. To say the least, you shocked when you heard the piano keys playing your graduation song from just a few nights ago. You gasped slightly, leaving you open-jawed. You watched Renée sing the solo out into the audience before everyone else joined in, your heart swelling with merriment.

“I’ll hear your words,
Here in my heart,
Wherever I go!
To make your proud…”

You felt your knees become weak as you heard the cast sing so beautifully and in such perfect harmony in that one single moment. You put your hand over your mouth to keep the heartfelt sigh at bay. Soon enough you felt more tears falling down your cheeks.

“What should I say? What should I do?
Lessons I’ve learned help me get through,
I can be strong, I can be brave,
Just thinking of you…
To make you proud!”

Your father noticed you and your sobbing self in the wings, smiled, and extended an arm to you. You staggered over, your legs seeming to become jelly as you walked out on stage. You noticed the cast members smiling as they sang when they noticed your form walk over with faltering steps towards your dad. Even the audience audibly gushed at the sight of you when you crashed into your father, going completely limp in his arms as you cried into his shoulder. You felt your dad pet your head soothingly as the song ended, and the audience and cast applauded in joviality.

“I’m sorry…” Your voice came out muffled as you cried into your father’s costume. “I’m so, so sorry. I-I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean… God, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” He told you softly. He looked back at the audience and bid them a good night before he and the other cast members returned backstage. He looked back at you when you were all away from the stage. “Y/N, I’m so, so, so sorry. I should’ve been there for you…”

“I’m sorry I got so mad… And that I told you I hated the show.”

“It’s alright. You were just upset… But listen to me,” He took your face in his hands so you would look at him. “I love you with all my heart. You will never be a burden to me, and you will always be my precious little girl. No matter what your mother did, you are still my daughter, and you always will be. Don’t ever doubt that.” He kissed your forehead gently.

You shook your head, “I never will again.”

j-aanine  asked:

hii! i read your tags from my post (aka 7thtens) hahaha. i can tell that you really love those boys and it's so nice to see! but yes, please send me cute bap things. but i think it'll be easier if i followed you, so i'll look out for those cute (and not so cute ones too lmao 🙊) things! ahhhhh, i genuinely wanna know more about them.

OMG I truly with all my entire heart and soul adore these men and lovelovelove sharing them with new fans and it makes me very happy when people show interest in them so here I am, willing to give you any content you should ask for lol (sorry I just am very dedicated to them) 
((also I just linked a lot of info so please if you ever have the free time go through them, B.A.P is so neat and just wow lol)

I made a post a couple months ago for just my favorite reasons to stan B.A.P if you would like to go throug there?
It just points out cute moments/MV’s, songs, interviews and other variety things that I personally enjoyed and other Babys basically obsess over (truly they are the cutest weirdest bunch)

Heres a list of all their MV’s
(strap yourself in for their mvs, they’re all amazing!)

Members SNS
Yongguk: Twitter || Instagram
Himchan: Twitter || Instagram 
Daehyun: Twitter || Instagram
Youngjae: Twitter || Instagram
Jongup: Twitter || Instagram
Zelo: Twitter || Instagram || 2nd Instagram(videos) || Mochii (his pupper) instagram

Official websites: VAPP || TS.Ent Youtube || B.A.P Japanese Youtube 

B.A.P Blogs: @itsbap @mato-world

 Member wise you Got
Bang Yongguk: Leader, Rapper, composer, writes almost all of B.A.Ps music. fluffy awkward dad, tigger enthusiast , puppy cuddlier prolly, mean mugging intimidating to others but is actually a cupcake, cave voice marshmallow. holy shit Yongguk is actually so precious 

Originally posted by missbaptan

Kim Himchan: Sub vocals, Visual, wine mom, bunny teeth smile, actually so super adorable with Babys, actual fucking nerd it’s ridiculous, softest heart with the hardest head, in love with bbang and jongup, will protect his children over anything. Took over as leader when bbang went out on hiatus for health reasons, carried B.A.P through end of the year performances/award shows + Noir comeback so bless Himchan ;;;

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact

Jung Daehyun: Main vocals, annoying oldest son, biggest fanboy of B.A.P, biggest fanboy of Babys, spoils all of us, is really loud and really extra, screams a lot, bounces around a lot, singing at any chance he gets, has really cute dimples and whiskers when he smiles, is actually a soft cute bun, like the softest honestly, can be a massive asshole to the other members but does it out of love, never take Daehyun srs please lol

Originally posted by daehdream

Yoo Youngjae: Lead vocals: sassy middle son, soooooo extra, brains of the group, MC of the group, fluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffy, also super loud, gives everyone hella sass during interviews and vlives it’s actually super great. Daehyuns husband bestfriend, they are a power duo, never leave them alone together honestly. Is also rude but is just really smol can never take srsly, has a deal with his mom to never expose himself, we have yet to see any skin of Youngjae and it’s a curse. #DaehyunsMomOwesHimFood, looks really amazing in pink, Young+longcoats=gods work, actual king of aeygo.

Originally posted by hatfelting

 Moon Jongup: Lead dancer, sub vocals, little nerd boy, “one puuunch~” is actual a pup, needs to be protected at all costs, is really shy on camera, but sometimes he lets his real self show when he’s comfortable, is actually the most hilarious man ever, loves anime, loves reading manga, likes to be naked, is Himchans lil love bug, this kids sense of humor is amazing, literally a fucking meme without trying to be. Has a really strong love connection with chocolate milk. Likes to take his shirt off a lot, no ones complaining, he’s ripped asf, flips, flips everywhere. cutest crooked teeth. someonebuyhimglassesplease.

Originally posted by himchah

Choi Junhong(Zelo): Maknae, rapper, lead dancer. tall .-. only member with a stage name, goes hard asf with his verses honestly, imo one of the strongest rappers in kpop, loves his puppers, loves his hyungs, his hyungs love him so much. respects all of his brothers so much, meme lord, likes to be shirtless on instagram. huge flirt, 3am vlive adventures to waffle houses alone, drinks underage in America and we don’t understand how???????? He and Jongup help make up the choreography for B.A.P, has helped Yongguk write and compose music. is actually a very tall squish, needs to be stopped 25/8

Originally posted by ninichu

shit okay this got long, but if you have any questions feel free to ask me or any B.A.P blog on here, theres so many and I can give you some of the best if you feel like joining the fandom. We’re all really chill really meme-y sweet people and always welcome new babys to the fandom with open arms! 

Jimin - Stress Reliever

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Angst Smut

Word Count: 2k

Jimin x Reader

I was in the practice room with Jimin since he wanted to practice on his dance for “Boy Meets Evil” and “Own It” by Drake, since he already practice most of BTS songs like dope, fire, save me, I need you, etc. I was sitting in front of him with my phone in my hand checking social media. He was looking in the mirror as he danced to check if he made any mistakes.

He’s been very stressed out lately, he has tons of special stages and performances to practice and perform. I’ve been feeling really bad, especially since there was no way I could help. Whenever I would try to calm him down or relieve his stress, he would always push me away by telling me “he’s fine”. Or just blowin me off. When I really got worried was when one night he locked himself in the bathroom for over an hour. I was so scared.

I look up from my phone and he went from a black t shirt to a wife beater. He was covered in sweat and I could tell he was exhausted. His black fringe sticking to his forehead, and his eyes were a little red. I could tell he was pushing himself, and he was pushing himself a little too hard.

He stopped dancing. “Damn it!” He shouts. “I can never get this shit right!”

I jump at his loud voice of exhaust and frustration. He reach over to the CD player and turn it off. I look back at him and he has his face in his hands, sniffling. He was crying? He’s never cried because of his frustration at practice.

“Jimin? Wanna sit down?” I ask, a little scared if he might have another outburst.

Instead, he calmly walked over to me and sat next to me. He removed his hands from his face -covered in sweat and tears- and rested it on my shoulder.

I wrap my arm around him and rub his shoulder to calm him down. He was really sweaty so I didn’t want to touch him but it was worth cheering him up. “Don’t push yourself too hard, please. You’re stressed enough. Everything is fine with your dancing, I don’t know what you think you are doing wrong. I don’t want to see you like this and you know that.”

He slightly shakes his head. “I just wish things were easier for me.” He tells me with a soft and faded voice.

He brushes his hair back as he gets up from his spot. He holds his hand out for me to grab, “let’s go home.”

I shake my head at his sweaty palm. “I can get up myself.” I say standing up on my feet.

He chuckles. “You know how to make me feel better.” He tells me in a whisper.

I smile at his acts. He holds his arms open and tries to take me in for a hug but I quickly back up. “No hugs until you shower” I shake my head rapidly.

He continues to walk near me and I continue to back up. As soon as I know it, we are running around the practice room like 4 year olds. “No hugs ChimChim!” I shout getting tired.

His face dims down and his eyes become dark. He runs over me and gives me a bear hug. I groan in disgust, even though he is about halfway dry from how he was when he stopped practicing, he is still sticky.

“What did I tell you about calling me ChimChim?” He asked me in a sinister voice.

I roll my eyes playfully and sigh. I lightly push him off me. “Let’s just go home and relax, you need sometime off.” He smiles at me and asks for my hand.

I look at him like he’s crazy. “My hand is dry, jagi.” He smiles even wider. A grin breaks out on my face as I grab his hand with no hesitation.

We walk around the room to collect our things and leave, still hand in hand. We call a cab and we hop inside. We buckle up and the car begins to drive.

As I look out the car window, I can feel Jimin staring at me. I slowly turn my head to look at him and he continues to stare at me.

“What?” I quietly asks.

He shoots a sweet smile at me. “You’re beautiful” he informs me.

I shake my head and look out the window some more. I still feel him staring but I just let him be.

Minutes later

We arrive at our apartment and Jimin tips the driver. We exit the car and walk to our apartment.

We enter the elevator and I press the number 6 button to go to floor 6.

“Jagiya?” He ask. I look at him and raise my eyebrows, signaling him to continue. “Kissy?”

He puckers his lips waiting for me to reply. I try to refuse, until he open his eyes wide out of concern of why I was taking so long to reply.

“You’re too cute to ignore.” I walk to him and peck his lips, but he holds me in place to make the kiss longer. It lasted til we heard the elevator bell ring, alarming that we were at our floor.

He quickly grabs my hand and rushes to our room. He unlocks the door and he almost drags me inside and shuts the automatically-locking door.

He then connects our lips again. It was passionate, but he wasn’t. He needed a shower, bad.

“You need a shower babe.” I groan in the kiss, trying to push him off me.

He complies with my wishes and walks away from me. “You’re right, but I need you. You help me with my stress and anger, and your personality is truly amazing. You look absolutely stunning all the time, you are perfect to me.” His face softened up.

I felt so touched at his words. I held my self back from running to him to give him a tight hug and a kiss. “Hurry up and shower Jimin.” I demand him.

He chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re so cute.” He grabs his towel and walks into the bathroom. “Don’t wait up.” He winks at me. He finally closes the door.

I know he was trying to be silly, but that really turned me on. I could feel myself warming up. I heard the shower turn on and I lay down on the bed impatiently. I was still feeling turned on and I couldn’t wait for him to come out. I slide my hands into my pants and start to rub slowly against myself, applying slight pressure to create better friction.

I moan quietly as I circle my middle finger around my clit. The sensitivity caused me to twitch strongly, but it felt great. I moan louder when I slowly insert a finger inside of my wet heat. That’s when the bathroom door opened.

Jimin came out shirtless with basketball shorts on. His hair was damp, his abs were slightly glistening from the small amount of water still resting on it. His eyes widen and I quickly pull my hand out of my pants. We had a moment of silence, staring at each other in shock. After what felt like an eternity, he walks over to me and the next thing I know he is hovering over me.

“You know I wanted you this whole time, right?” he asked me in a whisper. I felt his hot breath on my neck, sending me chills. He dives down and starts to land pecks all over the side of my neck.

I close my eyes in pleasure. He takes some of my neck in between his teeth. I bite my lip, trying my hardest not to let out my moans. He lets go of the skin, “moan princess, I want to hear you.” He tells me in a very soft voice, and licks from my collarbone to my jawline.(BTW His nickname for me is princess.)

With his encouragement, I let out a moan. He smirks and sits up. He grabs the hem of my shirt and slides it off of me, exposing my grey Calvin Klein sports bra. He bites his lips as he runs his hands up the sides of my body, hands going along every curve. He pecks my stomach as he slowly lifts up my bra to reveal my plump breast. He creeps up to my chest and passionately attacks my breast, licking the right one and messaging the other.

He moves over to the left one, and bites my tender nipple causing me to squirm from the shiver sent down my body. He moves down and takes my pants off along with my matching grey Calvin Klein underwear, which where soaked. He took some time to appreciate my body and to appreciate the fact that it was all his.

He then looked down to my dripping wet pussy, then looked deep into my eyes. “princess, every inch of you is beautiful.” I smile at him, he’s the sweetest thing. He then goes down to my heat and starts to lick my folds.

I let out soft moans and whimpers as the intensity raised. He inserted two fingers as he licks my clit. I let out a loud moan. “Don’t be scared to let your stress and anger out on me.” I inform him in a moan.

“ahh, j-jimin” I moan. “I’m close, ah”

With that he pulls his fingers away along with his tongue and I jerk from the feel of nothing. I whimper and look down at him with a confused face. “you’re not cumming just yet, princess” He reassured me, sucking on his coated fingers.

He gets up and slides his shorts off along with his underwear, leaving his long member standing tall for me. I feel my body heat up from the sudden sight in front of me.

He gets on top of me once again and lightly pushes my legs a little bit more farther apart for easier access. He slides his hard on inside of me and continues to dig inside of me until it was all in. I let out a loud and long moan as he does so. He starts to thrust inside of me, gripping onto my hips for more support.

“you’re tight huh?” He breathes out, panting. “My princess is so fucking tight.”

I buck my hips with the rhythm of his for more pleasure. As he speeds up, he cages me in between his arms. He starts to go to an inhumanly speed as I hear his load grunts and pants.

“Ji-Jimin Oppa, i’m a-almost there” I shout out with the last couple of breaths I had. Sweat was dripping from our bodies and foreheads. “you’re so b-big, I’m about t-to” I couldn’t finish my thought as I felt him start to throb against my walls.

“cum with me, princess.” He tells me. “I’m right th-” He got cut off by his pants and the waves of extreme pleasure rushing through our bodies.

He’s thrust got harder, faster, and stronger, and his dick throbbed harder and harder each second. He laid his head on my chest and breathed out airy breathless ‘I love you’s’ as my walls clenched tightly around his hard throbbing member.

Not long after, he filled me up with his white substance along with my strong orgasm, so strong i felt the pleasure go up and down my body. I saw all white as my eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head. With Jimin’s head still resting on my chest, he let out his last long moans and groans into my chest as he gritted his teeth together. Our sweat mixing together, and dripping down the curves and crooks of our bodies. our Bodies stiffened up with pleasure for what felt like an hour. Soon, the amazing echoing feeling wore off and Jimin rolled off of me and laid right next to me. He pulled me in and held me in a sweaty cuddle.

“we’ll shower tomorrow, I love you” he says as his breath becomes steady again. I smile and nod in agreement, “I love you too”

Hello to my horny sinners! It’s my first BTS smut! What do you think? If you want a certain kind of smut with a certain member, don’t be afraid to tell me! 

See Ya!

KNK Reaction

Requested: Yes ( knk’s reaction to you being too short to kiss them (bc everyone knows how effing tall they are) - Anonymous) 
Members: all
Genre: Fluff
A/N: Yesss! I am 165cm or 5′4, they would tower over me lmao

Youjin: He noticed that you had to stand on your tip toes to kiss him but still you failed to reach his lips. He would hold back a chuckle and just lean down to give you a proper kiss. I think he would tease you in a cute way about how you’re too short to kiss him. He would tell you that you were adorable and pat your head. 

Originally posted by youjinknk

Seungjun: Because he is a baby giant he would be so innocent about it. Like he would close his eyes waiting for a kiss and when it had been a while of him just standing there with his lips puckered he would open one eye and look down to see you jumping and trying to grab something to stand on. He would basically face palm because he had forgotten that you were so small compared to him. 

Originally posted by chaoticcassidy

Inseong: He would pick you up and let you wrap your legs around him and then he would peck all over your face. He would think you were the cutest little bean ever and always comment on how short you were. He would also try to make himself taller just to tease you and make it harder for you to kiss him. 

Originally posted by tiknkerbell

Jihun: After seeing your struggle to kiss him he would lightly chuckle and tell you how cute you were. He would lean down a little so that you can actually kiss him. He wouldn’t tease you about it and he would make sure that when you went to kiss him he was short enough for you to reach. 

Originally posted by frogger-heejun

Heejun: Okay he would be so oblivious to the height difference because he is used to being the short one. When he realized that you had a hard time kissing him because he was too tall he would burst into laughter. He would probably be the biggest tease and would make himself shorter than you by sitting down or going on his knees and looking up at you making kissing noises. 

Originally posted by twikeun

Thanks for asking! 

Maybe - WinWin {Sicheng} (M)

Requested: Hi! Do you take requests? ^^ I really love how you write your stories. And, I was wondering if you can do a WinWin smut since I didn’t saw anything about him in the masterlist (correct me if I’m wrong😂) I really like him. Can you write something about him being so shy in public but actually in bed he’s sexy & rough, that would be amazing. He’s a 97’ liner so it’s okay right? 😂 Take your time ;)

A/N: I think I use the word “supple” wrong but idc tbh… Also I was so bent on it being floor sex, but when I was writing it was heading toward wall sex so I had to make a pretty sharp turn to get it back on track- I’m spouting so much. Anyway, I haven’t written in some time, so I may be a little rusty, but I hope you like my very first WinWin smut!


Word Count: 1,292

His soft brown eyes met yours briefly before darting back to Mark’s animated figure. You studied your boyfriend’s handsome face quietly, watching with adoration as his eyes widened, an endearing expression of confusion crossing his features as he stared at Mark.
Jaehyun snapped his fingers in front of you, your view of Sicheng vanishing. You looked to Jaehyun, frowning when you saw his smirk.

“Lovebirds” he cooed, looking from you to Sicheng all while continuing to smirk.

Sicheng became flustered, shying away from the prying eyes of his members. You felt your own cheeks heat up, avoiding the curious glances of the other boys.

“Don’t tease them” Taeil chided.

Mark took the awkward opportunity to continue with his story, gesturing wildly in excitement.

You glanced at your phone, feigning surprise.

“My boss called me back to work” you murmured quietly, catching the attention of the other boys.

Sicheng watched you get up with wide eyes, your sudden announcement catching him off-guard. Your eyes met his, giving him a stern look. He got up quickly, smiling awkwardly.

“I’ll take her” he declared, casting a worried gaze at the other boys.

In return they all nodded while grinning before turning back to listen to Mark, who looked exasperated from being interrupted.

“I wanted you to stay” Sicheng admitted, sighing to himself.

“I’m not going to work-”

His eyebrows knit together in puzzlement. You smiled at his cute reaction, looping your arm with his own. He looked around quickly, wary of any watchful eyes.

“When you invited me over I thought it would be just us” you admitted in a hushed, coy tone.

He raised his eyebrows before relaxing, smiling gently.

“You wanted it to be just us?”

He already knew the answer, but looked to you expectantly. You nodded, walking closer to him, hugging his arm.


His voice deepened as he clenched his jaw. His mind began turn hazy, erotic thoughts of you capturing his attention. You left his question unanswered.

As the atmosphere developed in privacy Sicheng became more and more intimate; peppering kisses over your shoulder as he held you close in the elevator, his hands wandering aimlessly.
Once inside your apartment he let out a hum of approval, his hands gripping your waist possessively, holding you in place.


He cut you off, pulling you closer to him.

“Right here” he murmured, confusing you.

You felt his protruding erection against your ass, placing your hands over his own as he ground into you. You pushed at his hands lightly; he took the hint and let go of you. Quickly, you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a light kiss on his chin. His long arms wove around you lazily as you trailed your lips down to his neck. His lithe hands moved down to your ass, cupping it softly as he coaxed you closer. He let out a hushed moan, swallowing thickly as he closed his eyes. His hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down; his thumb hooking in your underwear.

Your clothes piled at your ankles, causing you to look down. The tent in his sweatpants caught your immediate attention. Carefully you removed your hands from around his neck, intent on removing his clothing. However, his hand caught your own, causing you to stop.
He began to move, making you stumble back as he cornered you against the wall. His grip on your hand tightened as he guided your small hand to his bulge. You held your breath, cupping his stiff erection through his thick sweatpants.

“Do you want it?” he whispered, a slight edge to his voice.

You nodded feverishly, desperate for him. He pushed your hand away gently.

“Show me” he ordered.

You swallowed thickly, a thrilling rush of excitement coursing through you at his words.
With care you began to touch yourself, your delicate fingers running over your slick folds in anticipation. He watched you keenly before removing his shirt. You arched off the cold wall as you slid two fingers inside yourself, your breath catching in your throat. He smirked at you, enjoying how easily you got lost in yourself. Your eyes met his briefly, the warm chocolate orbs from earlier replaced by a dark and sultry gaze. His eyes flitted down to his pants before he looked back, signaling you. You removed your fingers from yourself and he caught your wrist. With a steady gaze he took your glossy fingers into his warm mouth, a shaky exhale leaving you as his hot tongue teased you. He pulled your fingers from his mouth, releasing your wrist. You quickly pushed down his heavy sweatpants, slowly kissing the burning skin of his chest.
He pushed you away, his hand roughly shoving your shoulder into the wall. His lips met your own in a sensual kiss; time seemed to slow. You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, your lust temporarily replaced by pure love as you got lost in each other. The pressure on your shoulder eased as he instead gently caressed the soft skin. His stiff length pressed against your own warm skin. He pulled away, his sharp eyes meeting your own instantly. He pulled you from the wall, his tender actions causing your heart to swell. He lowered to the ground, causing you to follow in haste. His large, agile hands swept across your body, coaxing you to straddle him. His member stood tall before you, your slick womanhood throbbing on his thigh, your hands gripping his shoulders as he shifted. You felt powerful, having never been on top before. You lifted yourself, gently grasping his member and sliding down. His hands immediately went to your hips, wanting to take control. His nails dug into your soft skin, a soft moan leaving his lips. You ground your hips into his own. He bucked into you, his hands quickly finding your wrists. He collected your small wrists into one of his hands, his tight grip causing you to writhe. His other arm embraced you, your chest pressing against his own. He thrust into you slowly, his hot breath hitting your ear. You tried to ride his rhythm, in return he gave your wrists a sharp yank, pulling you from his length. You whined, struggling against him. His lips brushed against your ear as he scolded you, his words harsh. You dropped your head onto his shoulder, even on top he seized control. His hold on your wrists relaxed and he helped you ease back onto his length. He snapped his hips, a muffled cry leaving your lips as you buried your face into his warm skin. He repeated, his hips bucking into you at a rapid pace. His embrace of you faltered, his hand sliding down to grope the supple skin of your ass. A pathetic string of cries and gasps left you. He let go of your wrists, quickly moving to caress your jaw, drawing your lips to meet his own. He groaned against your soft lips, relishing the moment. You broke away first, needing to breath as your chest heaved against his own, only broken gasps leaving you as he fastened his pace. You called his name, your voice failing you as you felt your release approaching. You chanted encouragement breathily before moaning loudly, your cries rising an octave as you came. Sicheng cursed below you, before bucking one last time, burying himself up to his hilt in you, a tremor going through his thighs as he ejaculated. He slowly rocked into you, worn out.
You chuckled to yourself.

“What is it?” Sicheng asked, suddenly worried.

“Will I ever be in control?”

He relaxed, holding you close.

“Do you want to be?”


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A playful cat : Story of Shida manaka (志田愛佳)

The Idol genre has been evolving in many ways through japanese entertainment history, reaching new style like metal, rock and electro. Not only styles, but personalities have increased as well, from dark/gloomy (Yamaguchi Momoe,70′) to cute/innocent (Seiko matsuda,80′) or even group/family like (Morning Musume,90′). These days, it’s hard to bring an accurate definition of idol, because of this newfound diversity. But what if being an idol, is actually just being yourself? If that’s the case, then Shida Manaka is the greatest of all.

Shida “mona” manaka is what we can call an “exotic” beauty from her atypic facial feature. The kind that draws attention.

Standing out is the key to become popular in such groups like 48group and Sakamichi series. Manaka has this particular features like big ears and cat-shaped eyes that makes her easily to notice. Not only that, but all japanese female yearn for a slender face and cute nose. Manaka also have those. Adding her “model” height ( for a japanese girl that is) of 165 cm, you can say Manaka answers to Sakamachi standard of a tall, elegant idol member. My personal opinion would also be the haircut factor. Dying her hair to light brown helped her build this handsome/boyish aura, very popular among female fanbase. Was it a coincidence or not, the results were outstanding especially in “Kataru nara mirai wo” MV where she shone.

It delivered. Manaka is among the most sought Keyakizaka member regarding modeling and photoshoot. To have outside work despite being in a rookie group is of great help for keyakizaka to promote themselves indirectly. It’s important to point it out because modeling is known for being what differentiate Sakamichi series with the 48group. While gravure, which feature 48group top member frequently, target middle aged man with sexy pose in swimsuit, modeling in fashion magazine like Popteen or Seventeen focus more on “oshare” (fancy) clothing, and targeting young japanese girls.

It’s important for a member to find her place within the group. Hirate is center, Suzumoto is the best dancer, Akanen is the serious member of Keyakizaka, and Uemura is the loli. Shida manaka bright move was to develop her tomboy look. She became Keyakizaka visual along with her partner Watanabe Risa. But it would be nothing if she hadn’t developed a coherent personality with her looks. What does that mean exactly?

Shida manaka is in charge of Keyakizaka visual, but she’s surprisingly also a moodmaker.

Something that goes along with inexperience, is being oblivious at how to react during variety shows. In Keyakizaka early days, the girls were fresh but shy, and MC Host (Tsuchida and Sawabe) had the difficult task to take the girls out of their shell. Somehow, Manaka was exempted from this trend thanks to her easy going character. Oda nana is a moodmaker thanks to her sense of humor, creating funny moments ( this is what you call a “boke” in japan), and Shida manaka is another kind of mood-maker by laughing out loud. This is Mona particularity, she’s the complete opposite of aloofness; she will laugh at you for being ridicule. Not making fun of you (or yes, maybe) but laughing at the situation. It’s not mean per se, to laugh is Shida’s way to enjoy life.

Manaka’s existence in Keyakizaka is indisputable not only in visual, but also in the group essence; They are mostly introduced as Cool and inspired girls that oppose with the overall cute vibe of the 48group. But to reach national level, Keyakizaka need to embrace not only the cool side, but everything else. Shida Manaka, for being the outgoing, light-hearted fuel of Keyakizaka, helps the group grows in Variety. She’s the primary shield to awkward situation, laughing at all ridicule misstep (For example, Sawabe fail jokes) and inevitably making them fun in the end.

Manaka’s existence is crucial to take us back to what’s the most important thing in life : Enjoy our life. Well it’s not obvious as it seems; you take Hirate Yurina’s case and her absolutely horrendous schedule, you can’t help but feel worried and concerned about the pressure she handles and her health condition. Manaka’s pattern come as sincere; you can tell she doesn’t really have this ambition to be number one, but rather to spend good time with new companion (nakama) along the way. Manaka is the Worry-Slayer,and ensure that Keyakizaka is a place were we have a good time, along as high level of performance.

Despite laughing at everything, Manaka keep her feminine side, being embarrassed at showing her fashion sense or being afraid in haunted house.

Idols are often seen as playing a character in order to appeal their fanbase. Even if you are not that good looking, an idol will tell you that you’re very handsome to make you feel better. To make you feel special, they will surely tell you they remember you for coming to their handshakes lanes. It can’t be blamable. Idol encompass “work” as well. But it’s also understandable that non-fans see that as “fake” or “marketed product”.

Thanks to this outgoing&cheerful personality, Manaka is kind of exempted of the “work” aspect of an idol, simply because it’s not what’s important to her. She just like to be herself, bluntly telling you she doesn’t remember you in handshake, or rating you 50/100 in looks. (according to HS reports). This sincerity blends well with her outgoing character, and most of fans prefer something “honest” rather than something “acted”. In extreme situation, you can compare it to legendary “shio taiou” (salty reaction) from Paruru, as it is seen as “honest” reaction from her fans and “absolutely unprofessional” to others. To each is own.

Between members, Manaka has been a turning point in the group unity. Breaking the ice making silly games backstage, members got closer thanks to this “let’s get ridiculous” policy manaka introduced. It’s not awkward anymore when you laugh about it, right? Another thing that looks obvious, but when you think about it, the 48group has suffered from this lack of unity nowadays, making way to individuality (Jurina, Sayanee) rather than team bond (team 4, ori team K). Manaka, by embodying the playful cat, helped to strengthen the group cohesion .

“Laugh & jokes are the molding ground to social interaction and the gateway to smile & happiness”

I didn’t know what to expect from Shida Manaka, and i’m the first surprised at how well her cool visual mix so well with an easy-going personality. It will be partly thanks to her that probably, newcomers will call Keyakizaka cool but also fun. She’s not the type to be center of the attention, more like the one that cheer you on. And it is as much important. Do you remember DJ’s during party, who are in charge of keeping the tension high the whole time? Well Shida has this power. To make everyone look fun. (especially Oda Nana)

To conclude, it is clear that Shida Manaka is and will be a great asset to Keyakizaka potential, binding the present (enjoy your life) and the future (increasing outside modeling activities) to push everyone to the big league, like Nogizaka. When it comes to identity, Manaka has plenty contributed, and be sure to expect more of her as Keyakizaka biggest field to improve is still Variety.

If you make Manaka laugh in handshake, don’t take it personally, see it as an achievement!

You May Not Believe Me..

Hello chingus. It’s admin Hui, here witH A JEONGHAN SMUT. I got this idea when I couldn’t sleep, and also b/c there isn’t enough Jeonghan smuts in the world. I mean, who couldn’t love this evil angel?

Group: Seventeen

Genre: Smut w/ a fluffy ending.

Word count: 1655

Warnings: getting bias-rektd by this baby

Pairings: You x Jeonghan

Enjoy~ ♥

I awoke, though it was barely past twelve. My numerous phobias – once again – were encased in a nightmare. I tried to forget the nightmare, but I kept shuddering just by simply replaying the images in my head. Still, I absentmindedly started towards my safe place: Jeonghan’s dorm. Everyone else was dead asleep; tomorrow was their free day. Of course, it would be spent sleeping and eating.

Knocking on the door, I hear a soft hum on the other side. I am sure Jeonghan had been expecting me, considering I hadn’t asked to sleep with him for a while.

In the beginning, it was innocent, backs facing each other. But now, my insides stirred with anticipation and excitement as to what he’d do to me.

I twist the knob quietly, and the room is illuminated by the pale moon entering from his window.

“Cannot sleep? Or something else?” Jeonghan’s cheeky smirk seems brighter than the moon, but I shake my head.

“Nightmare. But, I wouldn’t mind for the latter.” I say, settling beside him. Instantly, his hands go to my waist, and lifting me up and setting me on his lap.

“Let’s sleep.” He mutters, nuzzling his nose into my neck, his breath hot against my wanting skin.

I let him lay down first, following soon after. Our fronts face each other, and soon, I feel his hand grope my thigh, lifting it above both of his legs. My breathing stops, my heart racing. I knew he did this with other girls, that he knew what he was doing to me. Yet, I still can’t seem to stop wanting to feel him inside me, though it hasn’t happened.


Soon, I let my hands run over his features. Unlike the other times, I plant soft kisses where my hands go.

My fingers land on his prominent cheekbones, and I let my lips make gentle contact with the smooth skin. Jeonghan hums in satisfaction after I kiss his temples, cheeks, forehead.. just about anywhere except his lips.

I let my fingers touch the soft, pink skin.

“Kiss me.” Jeonghan whispers, his eyes closed, though the command was clear.

“What?” I say, even though I know I heard him.

His free hand goes to the back of my head, and I feel warm contact of his lips on my own. My eyes widen, but I let my lips move freely.

The kiss soon turns heated, with Jeonghan turning his head slightly. We pull away, gasping for breath.

“Have you ever French-kissed someone?” Jeonghan asks with a sly grin, knowing the answer.

“No..” I say shyly, pressing my lips together.

“That’ll change. Listen, I want you to open your lips, not wide, and just push your tongue out a little.” Jeonghan’s hand unlatches from my thigh, knowing that it’d stay there. Obeying him, I parted my lips enough for him, and let my tongue rest father at the front of my mouth. His hand cups my cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing against the skin.

He nears me, and I soon feel something wet and warm press against my tongue. Jeonghan provokes me into moving, his soft tongue dominating my own.

I let a gentle moan slip through my lips, and opening one eye, I see Jeonghan smirking down at me.

My hands run through his body, and I feel Jeonghan’s fingers ghost over my own body. Every section that he touched felt like it was lit on fire. I pull away, seeing as we’re both panting, gasping for breath.

Jeonghan’s hands go to the hem of my shirt, and looks at me. He knows I have never gotten this far with anyone, much less have had sex.

I nod, getting onto my knees to help pull the shirt over my head. My hands grab at his own black shirt, and he smiles sweetly, before letting me tug it off. My eyes bulge at the sight of his beautifully-toned body; slim, yet the muscles on his stomach were prominent, his arms lean, but not ridiculously muscular. I start at his jaw, placing a kiss right on the square. I let my lips wander, feeling Jeonghan’s hands grip at my waist, my core directly on top of his member, which feels partially hard. I start going down his neck, nipping kisses, until I hear a lewd moan escape from his lips. I stop for a second, but then bite and suck on the place that lets his moans become slightly louder.

His moans.. they’re almost musical; light.

Before I have the chance, he turns us over, pinning me down to the bed. His lips go for my collarbone, where I’m very sensitive. I try to muffle my moans, but Jeonghan looks up the instant I don’t release the sound.

“(Y/N)-ah, you don’t have to hide that you like it. Who cares if other people listen? We know everyone is asleep, baby.” His hands slide to my waist, his thumbs rubbing patterns of any sort into the flushed skin.

I mewl out soft moans, and feel Jeonghan’s erection grow harder with each one. His hands go behind me, to my back. With his nimble fingers, he unclips the piece with ease. I feel my core throb with each second, my mind fuzzy.  

He nips small kisses at the rosy buds, erected with pleasure. He trails kisses down my torso, landing at the waistband of my sweatpants.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispers against my bare torso, looking up at me. I want him, and I’ll express it.

“You. I don’t care how, but I want you in me.” I say, sitting up and holding onto his face.

“Are you sure? I don’t know if I can give you everything from this point on.” Jeonghan starts, and I know what he means. Commitment. A relationship. I don’t care. I’m sure I’ll regret it later on, but it’s more than likely that he will too. He was all about one nights, one try. Only if you were good enough you could go again. My heart tugs at me, but this seems best.

“I’m sure. I promise.” I stick out my pinky, and he wraps his longer one around mine.

“Then, we begin.” He barely finishes before my pants and highly expensive panties are torn off and discarded. His own sweatpants are discarded along with his boxers. His member stands tall, and I’m almost a little intimidated. I lay back down, and Jeonghan’s hands go on either side of my body. He lowers his head, kissing my forehead.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He states, and I feel his head press against my core. The feeling alone sends shivers down my spine, making me wrap my arms behind his neck. He enters slowly, and I feel something rip, and a sting follows soon after. Jeonghan’s sweet lips kiss all over me, trying to distract me. Once he was completely inside, I felt full, filled to the brim.

One he started thrusting, carefully, the pain went dull. But soon, I understood why people did this.

“Wow.. you’re so fucking tight princess.” Jeonghan growls in my ear, and my heart pounds against my rib cage.

The feeling turns into pleasure, and soon, the slow pace isn’t enough.

“Faster.” I pant, my hands unlatching and instead gripping at his broad shoulders.

Jeonghan speeds the pace up, and my moans grow louder, my curses unfiltered.

“Ah, shit Jeonghan. Don’t stop.” I let my fingers claw at his back, and Jeonghan lowers his head, his lips pressed on my own. We move slowly, Jeonghan’s hips snapping harder and faster, angling himself. He hits my sweet spot inside, and I nearly scream from how amazing it feels.

My body trembles lightly as I feel something collect in my abdomen, turning into a knot. A thin layer of sweat covers Jeonghan, making him glisten deliciously.

“Hannie, I think I’m close.” I pant into his mouth, and soon, the knot snaps violently, sending me to grip and claw at Jeonghan’s back, nibbling at his shoulder as strong waves of pleasure nearly make tears collect in my eyes.

I feel Jeonghan’s shoulders shudder, and his elbows nearly buckle from the strong hit of his release. Warm and thick spurts of his come shoots in me, but I do not falter. Ya boi’s been taking birth control for nearly two years now. Jeonghan obviously knows this, along with a few other people.

Jeonghan collapses beside me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his face buried into my neck. I grab the blankets, and pull them over us, cuddling beside him as he falls asleep.

I think for a bit, how I’ve known Jeonghan nearly my entire life. Since the 4th grade, to be exact. I know everything about him, as he does me.

But what I don’t know is what he spurts out in his dream.

“(Y/N)..” He whispers, and I hum, as if expecting him to reply.

“I love you.”

My face flushes. I know he doesn’t mean that.

But I let myself sleep while smiling, because, deep down, I know he means that.


The next morning, I awake to an empty spot beside the bed. But, then again, it was Jeonghan’s dorm we.. did things in. However, as I turn, I see a note with hastily scribbled hearts, along with words.


              I know you may not believe me for what I said. Maybe you still think I’m just someone who wants to sleep around. But what I said last night is true. I know you like the back of my hand. I love you, (Y/N). Every time I was with someone else, only you is who I wanted. Please meet me outside later. It’s my treat.


              Your little Hannie. ♥”