that could have gone for way longer

Hide and Seek

Tony wasn’t too sure how they managed to get on to the topic. 

Actually- scratch that- yes he was. It was Clint. All bad things in the world happened because of Clint. 


Anyway- Clint had been talking about his years in the circus, and how they’d taught him all sorts of weird ways to contort your body for the extra showmanship. “Made for some pretty awesome games of hide and seek, though,” he’d said, nodding serenely to himself as he’d sipped from his coffee.

“I bet I’d still find you in under an hour,” Natasha had challenged, raising a daring eyebrow up at him before turning back to the morning paper.

Clint scoffed, turning to Steve, who was stood cooking eggs on the stove. “Cap, you can vouch for me here, right? I am the master at hide and seek. No one beats me at hide and seek.”

And Steve had laughed- a lovely throaty thing that made Tony smile just from hearing it. “Uhhh, I don’t know? It depends on a lot of variables. If it were in a park, maybe- but here? Tony would beat you hands-down. He knows every nook and cranny of this tower, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

And then- here had come Tony’s fatal mistake of the day. Later, he’d pin it on lack of caffeine in his system and the early hour at which he was conscious- but really, he was just an idiot who’d forgotten how offended his teammates could (and did) get on his behalf.

“Actually, I’ve never played. Although I could still probably beat Barton.”

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{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

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Treat You Better || Park Jimin

Originally posted by ashtonxbts

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Angst

He had been watching the two of you for a long time, the way you looked at each other, the way you talked to each other. He remembered at the beginning of the relationship, when he would the two of you just smile at each other and whisper things in each other’s ears so nobody else in the room would be able to hear what you guys were talking about.

He remembered the feeling in his stomach as he watched it, knowing that something about it was just wrong. There was the twisting of his stomach, and the bile rising in his throat as he watched the interactions between the two of you. But he pushed those feelings aside because he saw how happy you were, and as long as you were happy it didn’t matter what happened to him at all.

Now when he looked at the two of you, he took in how you kept your distance away from each other, he noticed how Jungkook always talked to other girls, and when you weren’t around he even went as far as to flirt with them and ask for a couple of their numbers. Jimin knew what Jungkook was doing behind your back, and for some reason he couldn’t find the courage to tell you.

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F A S H I O N  M A K A // maka wearing a jacket i could not afford + a skirt my mom won’t allow me wearing

i’m back! i thought i would have been gone longer- but i’ll hopefully post more artworks (after commissions!)

this is for all the people who have supported/helped me thus far <3 i love u all

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Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 


Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 


Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 


“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 


Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you


Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 


Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.


Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 



Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

Coffee ; Malfoy (Alternate Universe)

draco malfoy because he’s amazing in protecting and saving a lady :’)

The first time Draco saw her - she was reading a book in the train, her eyes following the flow. She was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of pretty rosy sneakers, and he found her stunningly beautiful.

It all started when a gang of boys came rushing in, all of them seemed to be laughing at a joke. Draco sensed everyone’s discomfort around him, but the girl didn’t bother to look - she kept on reading, being wonderfully engulfed in whatever she was reading.

“Hello, pretty lady-” one of the boys said, sitting beside her. “How ya’ doing?”

She looked up for the briefest moment and continued her reading, as if oblivious to the question. The boy cleared his throat and put an arm around her, and she looked up with a glare.

“Excuse me?”

The boy hummed; “The name’s Bradley. What’s yours?”

She rolled her eyes, and before she could continue her reading, the boy snatched her book and examined the backside. 

“What’s so good about this book?”

“I need you to give it back,” she said through gritted teeth, her arms folded. “And the name is (Y/N) - if you snatching my book is a payback for me not answering your question.” 

“(Y/N), huh?” He smiled, and Draco could only watched them from the left corner of the train. “Nice name - it suits you.”

“Yeah? Great. Time to give my book back.”

“Oh, no, no-” he looked around and earned a laugh from his obnoxious friends, “You’ll have to earn it back.”

“Earn it back my ass,” she spat, and the boy smiled. “That’s my book - My money, mind you.”

“How should she earn it back, friends?” He called out to his friends, and received back multiple inappropriate replies. 

She stood up angrily to wait in front of the door, ignoring the snarky remarks and calls from the boy and his friends. She didn’t understand one bit - why wouldn’t people defend her?

“Are you people okay with this?” She started, and Draco’s eyes followed hers. “Are you fine with teenage-dirtbags like these boys cat-calling your daughter? Your friend? Yourself? If this is what you people are okay with, I am sick with everyone!”

The train arrived at a stop and she went out as quick as her sneakers could bring her, not stopping at anything. Draco tightened his grip on his bag, wondering how on earth could he feel sorry for her.

He should’t be sorry - he would’ve done the same if there weren’t many people around her. But something from what the girl said hit him, as if how he treated women ever since he started high school was wrong… disgusting

He found himself in front of the boy, his fists curling. His order was simple, but the boy didn’t seemed to be listening - he was, instead, looking boringly at the book, oblivious to the approaching lad.

“I need her book.”

The boy looked up to see a pair of cold, grey eyes that belonged to a platinum blonde headed boy.

“Excuse me?” The boy asked amusingly, as if talking to a child. “Who’re you?”

Draco stiffened up, “Dude, look, what you did is so wrong, and I need her book back.”

He held the book up in front of him and pulled it away once Draco made a move to grab it, “Why would I give a hot girl’s book to a blonde-clown like you?”

“Don’t call her that!”

“What? Hot? Come on, blondie, surely you’re not offended by that, are you? She is a hot person - the way she moved though, you should’ve seen the way her bum just-”

It didn’t take that long for Draco to threw a punch onto the boy’s face, causing him to land on the floor, his lips starting to bleed. He swore as Draco shook his fist off, believing that it would sooth down the bruise that was starting to form.

Without thinking any longer, he grabbed her book and exited the train before the door could close and the train will move to its next stop, not wasting his chance to yell a dickhead right before the door closed.

He looked around wildly to find the girl, hoping beyond hope she wouldn’t have gone far, but he couldn’t find her - her (H/C) coloured hair, her piercing (E/C) eyes. 

He spotted her, ascending up the stairs, almost leaving the station.

He ran towards her, trying his best not to push anyone on his way to her. He stopped directly behind her, holding his breath as if terrified she would sense a struggling lad who wanted to return a stolen book to her.

“Hey, um, you-” he tapped her shoulder, and she looked back with an even deadlier glare.

“I have your book.”

The girl looked up from the book to his face, the book to his face. Draco was nervous, somehow, and he tried to stop himself from doing anything embarrassing. 

“How did you?” She grabbed her book, turning from one side to one side as if not believing the fact that someone have gotten her book back.

“It’s a long story,” he smiled, and held his hand out.

“I’m Draco, by the way.”

“I’m- HOLY SHIT, DID YOU PUNCHED HIM?” She grabbed his hand, running her finger along his bruised knuckles. “I’m so sorry if-”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he smiled, and she smiled back.


“Oh, right, yeah-” he looked at her awkwardly, and cleared his throat, “I’ll see you around then?”

She felt something that can be defined as - ‘that’s it? give me my book back and goodbye?’

“Yeah. Bye. And thanks.”

He smiled and turned to face the other side, and walked a step away from her, only to turn and faced her again.

“Would you… would you like to have coffee? Like right now?


“Would you like to have coffee with me? It’s okay if you don’t; just thought it would’ve been nice to ask you.”

“Me? Coffee?”

Draco nodded and liked the way her mouth stretched onto a big smile - 


everyone should be treated the way they want, and no one deserves to be treated wrongly for their gender, race, religion, or whatever  ♡ 

5 Types of Kisses.

pairing: Diana Prince x Reader

relationship: romantic

plot: 5 different kisses with Diana.  From this prompt list.

key: [Y/N] = your name, [H/C] = Your hair colour, [H/L] = your hair length, [E/C] = your eye colour. 

words: 1,158

a/n: I love Diana and after seeing Wonder Woman I had to write for her, so I hope you enjoy. Also, please see this post to vote on what my next series should be. 

Originally posted by x-girl-love-x

  • Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they’re kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze. 

The peaceful silence of morning filled the air in the shared bedroom of Diana Prince and [Y/N] and the sweet light of morning sun illuminated the room, shining a light on the two as they began to wake from their slumber.  

Their two bodies, which had been moulded together and their legs were tangled together while they lay chest to back in the ‘spooning’ position’, came apart slowly. First, their legs untangled and stretched out so as to loosen their muscles and [Y/N] turned to face Diana with a silly and lazy smile on their face.

“Good morning my love.” Diana’s voice was soft and melodic as she spoke and her smile was as lazy as [Y/N]’s as she leaned over to press a kiss to her skin and as her lips came into contact with [Y/N]’s nose, a giggle passed through their lips and their lazy smile turned into an affectionate smile.

“Good morning, darling.”   

  •  Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.


Diana and [Y/N] stood facing one another, Diana in her battle armour and [Y/N] with tears in their eyes as they stared at their love. “Do you have to go?” [Y/N]’s voice broke as they spoke, their emotion pouring into each of their words.

Diana stepped forward, taking [Y/N] into her arms and pulling them close to her body so that she could look into their eyes without the distance between them. “I’ll be back, I promise.”  [Y/N]’s arms reached up and their hands cupped Diana’s cheeks softly as they reached up to press a soft kiss to her lips, which Diana returned.

The kiss was soft, and sweet and was a series of gentle kisses that came one after the other, the two of them knew the kiss had gone on longer than it should have but they couldn’t let one another go, afraid that if they did the other would leave and not make their way back home. But they had to, Diana had to and so, quite reluctantly, she pulled away from [Y/N] and let out a small sigh and gave a somber smile. “I’m sorry my love, I have to go.” Leaning down, she gave a final peck on the hips before releasing [Y/N] from her grip and moving to leave their shared apartment, the voice of [Y/N] being the last thing she heard before she set out on his mission.

“Be safe, I love you.”

  • Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.


[Y/N] stood with their arms wrapped around Diana’s shoulder, their hands tangling in the edges of her hair and a smile on their face. Diana was home, and she was alive, which was all [Y/N] could ask for.  

Suddenly, without warning from Diana, [Y/N]’s lips were connected with Diana’s in a passionate kiss. Their lips moulded together and they found a familiar rhythm in the kiss, one that was usually reserved for nights of passion, but it expressed feelings that no longer needed to be vocalised between the two.

When they pulled apart, they were both left breathless and continued to keep their eyes closed for seconds after, savouring the kiss in its entirety and how it made them feel. With lips tingling, the only movement was [Y/N] reaching up to gently touch their slightly swollen lips as their eyes opened in an almost reluctant fashion and speed to be meet with Diana’s eyes, whose reflected the same thing as [Y/N] which was breathlessness.

The two came together once again, their arms flying around each other and their lips meetings once again, only this time they didn’t come apart until late into the night.

  • In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked too damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.


Sitting close beside one another, Diana and [Y/N] occupied a booth in a small ice cream shop they had come to love in their time of dating with their hands intertwined below the table while they talked and ate their ice creams. They had come on a double date with Lois and Clark, with the prior in the bathroom and the later taking a call outside they were given a few moments alone.

A chuckle passed [Y/N]’s lips as they noticed Diana had some ice cream on her nose, a common occurrence when the two got ice cream due to the fact Diana had a love for the sweet treat and so would eat it quite quickly and this usually left a bit of a mess on her face. [Y/N] reached out and they let go of Diana’s hand momentarily to swipe the bit of ice cream away, only to cup Diana’s cheek as they realised how badly they now wanted to kiss her after seeing her act so cute with the ice cream.

Bringing Diana’s lips down to their own, moving her own face so that she would meet Diana in the middle, and pressed their lips together. The kiss was soft, but there was emotion behind it and their lips felt hot against one another as they moved in synch.

The two would not have stopped, it felt too good and they were lost in one another, but the clearing of a throat forced them apart and they bashfully looked to see Clark and Lois standing in front of the booth, Lois with a smirk and Clark with a flustered blush.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

  •  Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.


Wrapping their arms around Diana’s shoulder, [Y/N] stood behind her as she looked over some League documents with a slightly raised eyebrow and a sigh of slight exacerbation. “Diana, my love. It’s late, you should go to bed.”

Diana let a small smile grace her face, a different look than the look of concern that had been on her face the last few hours. “I can’t. I have to get this done.” Rolling their eyes slightly, [Y/N] pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Diana’s head before she continued to speak, “I know you’re an Amazon princess, but even you need sleep and you’ve been working on this late the past couple of nights.” [Y/N] pressed a kiss to her shoulder this time, to which Diana moved her neck slightly to give them some access as she let out a sigh.

“It’s important, it needs to be done.” A kiss to her neck now, “I know it’s important..” Another kiss, this time under her ear, “But so are you, you need to rest.” Diana placed the file down and leaned her head back, allowing [Y/N] to look down at her face now, which had the smallest of smiles on it. “Besides, you rest well tonight and it will be like looking at it with a fresh pair of eyes tomorrow.” Now, [Y/N] pressed a kiss to her lips, “Now come to bed.”

A chuckle left Diana’s lips as she wrapped a hand around [Y/N]’s wrist and rubbed soft circles on it, “Okay. You win. I’ll come to bed.”  

So here’s the thing - I don’t want you to forget me. I want to be the reflection you see when you look in your morning cup of coffee, wondering what happened and why I’m no longer around. I want to be in the sound of people chattering in the background, when you can’t remember the sound of my voice calling your name anymore. I want to be the face you search for in a crowd, even knowing I am no where near and there’s no possible way it could be my own. Call me selfish, but I want every second I’m gone to ache.

To put it simply, I don’t want you to have a moment’s peace… I hope I fucking haunt you forever.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #64
My Professor. (1/?)

-Hanbin x Reader (Professor!Hanbin)

-It was universally known that friend with benefit between best friends would be a chaotic ride from the start till the heartbreak of either one or both party. No one says anything about being in one with your dear professor…

-What is this? I don’t know what this is… hahahaha 🙃🙃🤔😏 Read it and decide for yourself. (then maybe let me know what this is haha…Sigh, I need help.)

-Rated M for language, mention of sex (secretly rated B for bullshit 😏)

-S/O to @7n13bang for being MVP AF for requesting and read through 2 (soon 3) novel sized pieces of my shitty ass writing. 


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jolting awake from a sudden thunderous bang in the pin drop quietness of the lecture hall, you raise your head up angrily and stare up still in a daze. Your hands rub your eyes sluggishly to rid them of the leftover blurriness of sleep before trying your best to locate the source of the disturbance. Looking around the room, a few frustrating expressions pair with the scribbling sound of pencils on exam papers, you concluded that you had for once not slept pass the ending of the class. Finally, your eyes land on a boy 5 rows in front of you who’s nervously picking up his textbook, apologizing profusely to the 20 pairs of eyes glaring daggers his way.

Fucking Brian, always with his clumsiness.

A low grunt escapes your lips as you glare down toward the flustered boy nervously pushing his textbook underneath the ugly blue plastic chair of the rundown lecture hall with his foot. Now, normally you’re not so uptight that you’d be cussing someone out for an accident. It happens, especially during a high stress period like midterm week. However, what he did just now cost you one of the most amazing dream ever, or dirtiest… or maybe you need holy water kind of dream, depends on who’s talking. 

Dozing off in class wasn’t a rare occurrent for you. Math has always been one of those subject that comes to you without much struggle which leaves plenty of time for day dreaming about nighttime activities. Actually, what is a rare occurrent would be you attending class. Sign up for a late class, your best friend had said, it’d be easier to get to class since you’re already awake, he said. No chance of being late to class from oversleeping. Well he was right about the not being late to class part. You can’t technically be late if you never bother with showing up to begin with. What a load of bullshit. If anything, the tiredness built upon itself and by 4 o’clock, your body physically give up. Regret welcomes you in its cold embrace every single time you drag your feet across the grossly worn out, stains filled carpet of the 100 years old math building. If it wasn’t regret, it’d be the constant stress to your poor heart every time it creaks from the settling cold of dusk. You wouldn’t be surprise to see it completely in ruined one of these day. Honestly, how is the building even in function still. 

Having nothing better to do after finishing the exam early, you resorted to your usual activity during class time. As much as you enjoy the thrill of solving problems, sitting through a 2 hours lecture just isn’t your thing, even worse when there’s nothing to do after an exam. You lost count of how many people that had asked why you even bother showing up to class just to fall asleep 5 minutes into the lesson.

“Oh, they threaten me if i don’t start showing up to class, i’d get academic probation. Plus they say they’re considering kicking me off the cheer squad so you know, sleep here sleep at home… it’s the same shit.”

That was one of those lie you told so often it’s slowly becoming the truth. You could be strap onto a lie detector right now and neither will you sweat nor blink. What choice do you have but to deceive everyone. Plus, it’s not even that important of a lie, white lie even. If you told them the real reasons, probation would be the last thing you’d need to worry about. It’s not as if you can publicly declare your love for the hot professor. Actually, that in itself isn’t really the problem, 70%-99% of his students secretly mentally undress him during class anyways, boys and girls alike. 

Seriously, who wouldn’t. 

Being one of those genius kid that had everything figured out by the time they graduated high school, he’s barely even 4 years older than you with a Master and a Phd. under his belt with a fancy job at a prestigious university. Towering over most at nearly 6 ft, he pretty much stands out in any crowd. Even if his intimidating height doesn’t do its job, his impressive look will take care of the rest. Despite being a professor, he looks anything but with perfectly sculpted face, even better figure, and a fashion sense that shamed even models. He pretty much could be standing there reciting the phonebook and it’d somehow be interesting. 

The problem itself is that you actually acted upon your desire when the opportunities arisen a few months back. Well, that opportunity wasn’t just a simple heat of the moment thing but rather months of intense push and pull, suppressing and wanting to unleash a fury of unimaginable desires on each other. But let’s leave that tale for a later date. 

Staring up at the center of your deepest darkest secret, you muster up a sleepy smile when your eyes meet his. He had been busily grading away at his desk while simultaneously proctoring the exam before now, looking ravishingly stunning under the rare appearance of his oversized brown tortoise specs. A playful smirk rests upon your mouth without your knowledge, tongue breaching its barrier for a slow sensual meeting with the lower lip. He often wears contacts, only busting out the glasses whenever he knew he needed to get on your good side.  

You’ve never meant for this little preference to be made known, much less to Hanbin. Late night spend in his office in reality is much less exhilarating than what one would anticipates of a willing single lady and an open available man lock in a room, wee hours of the darkness with nothing else but the quiet cricket of night as companions. He had been on the 3rd pile of paper scribbling away furiously with a few disappointing sigh. It had only been the first exam of the quarter and already, stress bestowed upon the poor professor. His brows furrowed in frustration of where could he have gone wrong that resulted in such detrimental way to the class learning curve. A soft “God” slipped through his lips like the most dainty of wind rushing through the leaves. Your heart ached for the young professor blaming himself for the lack of the class. Seconds of sympathy turned into minutes of absentmindedly staring at how his hair no longer holding its shape but rather flopping over in evident of a exhausted long day. Even with the guilt of not being able to do more to help him coursing through your blood vessels, you couldn’t stop the primal calling of the pooling heat in between your legs. 

His svelte fingers rubbing his brows vexingly as his head twisted in discomfort. Judging from the amount of red blooming on the page, it had to be one of the stoner kid that’s even worse at showing up to class than you are. When he wasn’t nibbling gently on his knuckles, his teeth would be busy gnawing away at the redden abused lips, rolling and licking them to smithereens. You let your attention engulfed in the slight sheen on those high cheekbones, eyes lingering along the sharp jawline that had definitely had every girl in the department wishing they could trace them with their tongue. His jet black locks messily draped over the peeking undercut, no longer sinfully neat from the constant ruffle of his hand rummaging through in disappointment. A near moan-like sigh escaped your lips when his index effortlessly push the oversized pair of glasses up the bridge of his noise, tugging it gently by the end piece. Hanbin is undeniably handsome, that’s for sure. But God forbid how immorally good he looks with his specs on, playing into his part as a professor so damn well. Unknowingly, your legs less than inconspicuously crossed over themselves, clumsily rubbing hard knocking the underside of his desk a few times, begging for any sort of friction. All from the way his glasses framing his ethereal face so perfectly. You had been so lost within the mesmerizing view that you nearly lost your soul from the sudden rasp of his voice.

“Baby girl, what are you doing over there?” Checking in on you was something he had always done. Even grading get rough and tedious so you provide the right amount of distraction for a quick break.

“H-Homework…” You stuttered out in an almost incoherent mess, chest heaving, breaths steadily rising. Heart rapidly drumming against your ribcage out of shock.

“How’s that going?” He sighed, a slight smirk nestled itself on his lips.

“Uh-Uhm. Good!” You shamelessly stared at the busy man in front of you that was sparing you no glance. He continued with jotting down comments, circling mistakes.

“Are you working on art?”

“Huh? No. Physics.” For once, you wished for nothing more but for him to return to ignoring you, leave  you to your day dream. You whimpered pathetically, losing command over all your senses.

“Judging from the way you’ve been absentmindedly doodling circles on your paper, I’d have guessed it’s a kindergarten art assignment for learning shapes. But hey! What do I know, right?” Not even one single second spared. He didn’t even look up while cooly making his observation. “Then again, I could be wrong. I think your legs are busy doing something else though.” His tone remained as calm as ever. As if he was just making a passing comments on how pretty the night sky was, not the fact that you were pleasuring yourself off the jaw-dropping sight of him hard working. “Or should I teach you some anatomy lesson right now. We’ll start with picking up your slacken jaws off the floor…” Finally, that haughty, mischievous expression graced itself on his features, his eyes glanced upward just enough to witness all the color disappeared from your skin. 

“C-Can you blame me though? It’s late and I-we should be in bed by now” You somehow managed to still be the least bit sassy while throwing down your pen after the mortifying realization that he was right. Atop your free body diagram a jumble of scribbles and circles layered themselves in no particular order. Your hands immediately went to press down your awkward legs in hope of controlling your dampen core. You bit your cheek out of pure embarrassment, physically impossible to look his way. You must’ve looked so stupid drooling over him with your mouth gaped wide open while drawing random shit on your homework.

“Is that so? I did said you don’t need to keep me company when I grade exam. You can go home first…” Clearly amusing himself from watching you suffer, he quipped playfully.

“No… I’ll stay.” You insisted, wincing a bit from a particularly hard chomp against on your own lip.

“You’re way too distracted today. What is it? Is it because I’m ignoring you?” He halted his movement, right hand placed over his left matter of factly. You tried your best remaining still in your seat, eyes glancing around, sweating like a sinner in church.“Hmm, that’s not it. I’ve ignored you for weeks before when my folks came to town. I bet it’s not my clothes either. You’ve seen me in these slacks plenty of times…” You swallowed hard, fingers nervously tapping on your thigh. He eyed you up and down, inside out, left to right with an inquisitive note to his burning gaze. 

“Ah…” Like the devil had just thrusted himself upon the man lost in thought in the mere microsecond it took you to blink. A wave of indiscernible mix of ego and arrogance submerged him in its toxic lake, darkening the light in his star filled eyes with lust. You felt lost gazing in those blown out pool of brown, feeling its seductive calling drawing you closer to losing yourself. You tried to resist but like a spell bound fool, you found yourself wandering further into his embrace. 

The sudden shift in mood had you sinking into your seat as if it could somehow eject you out of the thick tension of the room that was overworking your lungs with harsh gasps. Curiosity burned away and contentment bursting out with life like a phoenix reborn from ashes, his eyes still following you closely, latching onto the way yours darted between the collar bones peek-a-booing beneath the unbuttoned collar of his disheveled button up and his face. An all too familiar grin spread across those plump hot lips of his, a smuggest of a smirk. 

“So. My baby girl got a thing for glasses huh… Why didn’t you said so in the first place.” He leaned back into his chair, legs spread wide as if daring you to perch atop them. With a swift motion of his finger, you hopped out of your seat and straight to his side as if you just won the lottery. 

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Disposable pt 17

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

The chatter of the crowded cafe surrounded you, but at the small table you found in the far corner, it all seemed to fade away. You had no idea how Yoongi had actually talked you into coming, no idea why you weren’t running away–that was all you really wanted to do. There were a million reasons you could think of for Yoongi to be there, and not one of them good. 

It didn’t help that every time you looked at him you were reminded of just how much you cared about him, and just how much you had hurt each other. There was no recovering after what had happened, but Yoongi’s uncharacteristically shy smile gave you butterflies and a hope that you knew was stupid.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been sitting there, avoiding the other persons eyes and busying yourselves looking at the table or the floor, but your large coffee was nearly empty and Yoongi had pushed his aside a while ago.

Part of you wanted to keep the silence. It was nice (even if painful) to be around him again, and as long as neither of you said anything, you could pretend that everything was fine, and this wasn’t the last time you would probably ever see him. Even though you knew that the longer it went on, the worse it would be when he was gone, you wanted to live in the moment a little longer. 

But the rational part of you knew better. You needed to get this over with, to rip it off like a bandaid. Maybe today would give you some closure, there was at least a small chance. But either way, the sooner you were out of this cafe and back at your desk, the sooner you could go back to pretending that everything was fine.

“So how have you been?” You asked finally, and Yoongi’s eyes snapped to yours so fast you nearly jumped. 

“Really good, actually.” He said, and you tried to smile. You genuinely were happy to hear this, but it made your heart sink none the less. It was selfish, you knew, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t hoping to hear that he had missed you. “I started playing the piano again, even called my parents last week.”

“That’s great.” You said, broadening your smile. You wondered briefly if you would ever have the chance to hear him play again, but knew that it was unlikely. Even so, the fact that he was doing something he loved again made you more than happy for him.

“What about you?” There was a hesitant concern in Yoongi’s eyes, and you did your best to brush it off. You didn’t know quite how to answer his question, knowing that telling him the whole truth would be pointless.

“I’ve been staying out of trouble.” You said with a smile, wanting away from the subject as soon as possible. “Your new job’s been okay?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded. “I’ll be honest, my boss isn’t as cool as Namjoon, but it’s been going really well.”

“I’m happy for you.” You said, unsure of what else to say, but you meant it. At least one of you had moved on and was happy. 

“Thanks.” It was a simple phrase, but there was something genuine about Yoongi’s smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Look, about what happened…” Yoongi started, and you shook your head. You knew this was going to happen, and you didn’t really want to hear whatever it was Yoongi had to say. It was just going to make all those emotions resurface, and you didn’t know how you were going to deal with it all again. 

“Yoongi…” You started, but he cut in.

“You said you’d hear me out.” He said, his eyes determined. “And I’m afraid if I don’t hurry up and say this, I never will. So I need you to just listen for a bit.” 

You nodded reluctantly, eyes flicking to him before settling on his hands. His nails were bitten down to the quick, and you wondered if it was from nerves at the thought of seeing you. You immediately scolded yourself, there was no reason for you to believe that. 

“I never wanted to care about you.” Yoongi began, and already you were wishing he hadn’t. “Not that it was just you, I kept my distance from everyone for years–I had about a million reasons that I used to rationalize it. I thought I could keep feelings out of it, but you’re just so…” His voice trailed off, and you could have sworn his cheeks had a hint of pink. You could tell he wasn’t having an easy time saying any of this, but you didn’t want to interrupt. “You scare me.” He said after a second, and you couldn’t help a laugh.

“Thanks.” You snorted, playing with a bracelet on your wrist. Yoongi shook his head, giving you a half-smile.

“I said that wrong.” He muttered. “I meant, the way I feel about you scares me.”

You looked up at him slowly to find that his eyes were locked on yours. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, that same flicker of hope leaping into your throat. 

“That I care about you more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. And I treated you like crap for it. I guess I thought maybe if you hated me, I could get over you or some shit.” Yoongi’s eyes dropped, and you opened your mouth to say something. No sound came out however, and you shut it again. 

Could Yoongi be serious? You almost thought that maybe it was some kind of cruel joke, but you were fairly sure even Yoongi wasn’t that good of an actor. You went over his words in your head, biting your lip. 

“I treated you like shit for so long that by the time I finally realized what an idiot I was being, it was too late. So I left.”

“Yoongi–” You tried again, but he interrupted. 

“But I shouldn’t have.” He said firmly. “You didn’t deserve to suffer because I couldn’t be an adult about my feelings. Not a day has gone by since then that I haven’t wanted to tell you, I just couldn’t figure out how. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am for it–for everything.”

You hated that his words were causing your eyes to pool with tears, and you sniffed while trying to blink them away. What were you supposed to say to all that? 

“I guess that’s all I wanted to say.” Yoongi said with a somewhat nervous laugh. “I don’t expect you to give me a second chance or anything, I could never ask for that, I just thought you should know. I should probably go now.” He said as he began to stand. “I just–I didn’t want you to think that it was something you did, or–”

“Don’t go.” You snapped. “You can’t just say all that shit and leave, fucking asshole.” Yoongi sank back down in his chair, looking completely bewildered

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BTS Reaction to What He Loves Most About You


Your kindness.  It was an attribute he immediately saw from you and clung to because may I may was it beautiful.  When you helped a stranger by picking up something they had dropped.  When you smiled as you walked past people because you always thought that a simple smile could help someone’s say, Seokjin’s love for you grew stronger.  There was no evidence in the world that could explain Seokjin’s bright smile other than you, your kindness.  In fact, Seokjin sought to be a better person as well, to match your level of kindness.

It was your wedding when you learned of this knowledge.  It plagued his vow to you.  “Jagiya, your kindness is what makes my amazing life perfect.  I do not seek for you to remain kind every day and I know you may be irritated and snap at me, but none of it matters.  I love you solely, and your smile towards everyone, your gentle hands, and caring nature.  I may ramble on about you for hours, but I will cut it here, because it is hard to describe love in words besides painful and magical and worth it because if this is the end game, then I have years of happiness to ensue.


Your passion was a driving factor in your life.  His passion was one in his.  It may have been difficult when the other wanted attention, but it was all worth it.  He loved hearing you speak about your passions.  How excited you’d get.  You would start to talk faster and stumble over your words, but your smile never left your face and his never did either.  Hearing you ramble on about things you loved was something he could do all day and something he definitely looked to when he was stuck on song lyrics or having a bad day.

It was all written down in a song.  One that very member had hear, one that his parents, brother, and manager had listened to.  Now, it was you turn.  He took you into his studio, a place you had been into many times and sat you down in the small chair he bought when your visits became frequent.  “Uh, just listen okay?”  You nodded as he handed you his bulky, expensive headphones.  You slipped them on and gave Yoongi a thumbs up when you were ready.  Within seconds, a best began playing that captivated you fully.  It reminded you of all the songs you loved combined into one.  Once done, you had a new understanding of Yoongi’s love for you.


Your smile, or more simply your happiness.  Seeing you smile over anything, animals, a joke, a kind action, made him happy.  Your glowing smile radiated over everything else and to Hoseok, was a gift to nature.  Hoseok would always be cracking jokes and giving you little gifts in order to see your bright grin and hear infectious laugh.  The way your eyes got smaller and cute wrinkles would appear was something Hoseok loved.  He could stare at your smile all day, every day, and he has.  Photos cluttered his gallery of you smiling.

Hoseok woke up to the buzzing of his phone in his hand.  He had fallen asleep the night previous in his hotel room with him phone, texting you.  When he woke up,  the time read noon and he looked up to see Taehyung and Jimin getting ready.  He unlocked his phone to see a text from you.   It was a selfie of you smiling with a cute shirt on that had your favorite anime on it.  Your caption read “Woke up to a shipped gift from my boyfriend who is in Japan, how lucky~ <3”  Your grin was so large and made Hoseok smile back.  Totally worth it.


There was no personality trait that Namjoon loved most about you.  However, Namjoon loved greatly how easily he could talk to you.  From the moment he met you, conversations came easily.  He knew that he could talk to you for hours and about everything, anything, and nothing.  Hearing you voice in real life was the best, it was warm and comforting.  Hearing your voice over the phone couldn’t hold a candle to the beauty of your voice in real life, but it was still wonderful and sufficed for when he couldn’t go see you.  Overall, Namjoon loved talking to you and hearing your voice.

It was late at night when Namjoon finally got back from his studio.  When he walked into your home, he could hear you in the kitchen.  He walked into the kitchen and hugged you from behind.  “Welcome home, sweetie” You spoke.  Namjoon hummed a response.  “I’m making us hot chocolate.”  Namjoon kissed your cheek, tiredness evident.  When done, the both of you made your way to the couch and cuddled under the blanket that was already there.  You moved to turn on a movie, but Namjoon stopped you.  ‘Let’s just talk, okay?”  He asked and you obliged, gladly talking him to sleep.


Jimin loves how you make him feel better about himself.  It seems almost like magic how you can encourage him so greatly.  Your words of kindness and encouragement are amazing and always want make him work harder and makes him feel better.  Jimin has hidden insecurities, but he feels so accepted by you, looks now meaning nothing because you didn’t care about them.  Jimin’s height, muscles, and large cheeks meant nothing because you didn’t care about them.  Jimin knew that he could always come to you if he was ever feeling bad because you were always there for him.

It was late at night already when Jimin told you he would be spending the night in the dance studio and when you asked him why he responded with “Because I need to get better.”  Quickly, you packed up snacks and healthy food.  You grabbed blankets and anything else before making your way to the dance studio.  There you were met with Jimin doing crunches and sweating incredibly.  You pulled him into a wet hug and told him, “You’re already perfect, but if you insist on staying here, I will be with you to make you eat and sleep well.”  You then sat there and talked with him about why he felt the need to be better.


Taehyung loved your warmth.  Your personality, looks, and actual temperature was always warm and comforting and Taehyung loved it so much.  He loved knowing that you would be there when he got home.  He loved knowing that he would be able to cuddle up to you after the long day.  It felt wonderful to have a caring person next to him, someone who was there for him, his number one fan.  No blankets, hot chocolate or fire places could beat you in his arms, there for him.  It was a pro when it came to your relationship that Taehyung could no longer do without.

It was when he came home from a long night that he realized how goddamn much he wanted to see you.  And yet, the house was quiet and all the lights were off and he knew that you must have already gone to bed.  Taehyung made his way to your shared bedroom, shedding his jacket and bag.  He quietly opened the door to see you resting.  He put his things to the side and changed into something less smelly.  He crawled into bed and immediately smiled.  You were so warm and he fell asleep within minutes, fully aware that you meant the world to him.  


Your humor.  Jungkook is the type of person to push himself in every way.  However, it is your humor and laugh that brings him back down to Earth.  It is you who helps him to know that you need to have fun every now and then or else you will tear yourself down.  He knows full well that you were the person who keeps him grounded so when you joke around it reminds him of how much you help him.  You seem to have everything figured out and your humor is the thing about you that makes Jungkook think so clearly that you are perfect in every way and much too good for him.

Jungkook had a concert today.  A big concert.  And he was beating himself up about doing well.  He was running through the performance in his head over and over.  He refrained from speaking to save his voice, but still went of the lyrics in his head to make sure he wouldn’t mess up.  And yet, you were sending him memes.  Stupid memes that he shouldn’t be laughing or looking at, but he was.   You were distracting him.  He should turn off his phone.  But he didn’t.  And he did great at the two songs they performed for the world.  And he knew full well that it was because you distracted him from his nerves.  And he knew that he was thankful.

That’s Gone Now //Draco Imagine//

Originally posted by imagineslytherin

Requested By: @lunaoz

Request: I saw your requests were open so I would like to do a request about Draco. The reader has been in love with him for a long time, she watches him but he never noticed her until one day, but at this day she gets over him with a Weasley.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Sorry for this taking so long! I hope you enjoy it!

Requests are also back open again and I am now taking requests for the series (Tv show) The 100 so if you have any requests for that feel free to send them in as well!

43,800 hours. 1825 days. 260 weeks. 59 months. 5 years. That’s how long Y/n had been head over heels for the dark, mysterious, and respectable Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy. Five years of longing glances and hopeless dreaming. It wasn’t his stunning good looks that attracted Y/n to him, as it did to every other sixth year in the school. It was the softness he hid beneath his hard outer shell and his capacity for compassion that drew her to him.

Five years was quite long enough for Y/n to convince herself that she indeed was in love with the dark, but also sensitive wizard. She knew she was crazy for having such desirable feelings towards him, but what else could she do?

She first noticed him in the first year, as she waited impatiently to be called to the stool and have the sorting hat placed on her head. She hadn’t noticed him at all before but the moment his name was called and the cocky young Malfoy swaggered up to the stool, Y/n was overpowered by attraction. The smug look on his face as the hat shouted “Slytherin” just confirmed her feelings for him.

She hardly interacted with the Slytherin prince during her second year. It was difficult for them to even cross paths being in the houses they were. Y/n had been sorted into the Gryffindor house and she aspired to make sure everyone knew it. She lived off the few moments during meals in the great hall when she could sneak glances at the young Draco and she cherished moments when they would pass each other in the courtyards or the hallways.

Third year got better. Y/n found her place among Harry, Hermione, and Ron and for longer periods of time, Draco wasn’t always on her mind. She no longer strived to see him and she didn’t feel as helpless over her emotions. The trio busied her with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named and Y/n finally felt free of the burden Draco had unknowingly placed upon her.

Everything changed during her fourth year. With Hermione busy trying to save Harry’s ass during the Triwizard championship and Ron following her every order, Y/n was left alone more than she wished. She grew very fond of the library where she would research for Hermione’s benefits but also find some time to read books that interested her. She wasn’t the only one who had taken a liking to the library though. The first time she saw Draco Malfoy walk into the library, she nearly fainted. Draco, who had never really seen her as anything but a pesky Gryffindor girl, managed to find a friend in her. The two made it a regular thing to meet in the library where they would rant about how the championship was overrated and discuss favorite books together. Even though the two grew close, they weren’t close enough for Draco to ask her to the ball. Y/n was nothing less than heartbroken when she saw the Slytherin Prince, looking more elegant and handsome than ever, with Ms. Pansy Parkinson hanging on his arm.

Y/n’s fifth year was worse than her third year. With Umbridge in control of the school, and Draco following her closely, Y/n knew their friendship would suffer. She joined Harry’s army but somehow managed to keep it secret as Draco continued to interact with her. It wasn’t until the year was almost over that Y/n realized that maybe their relationship wasn’t built on the strongest foundations. They supported opposite sides and Y/n knew deep down that Draco was just using her for information.

It was the beginning of her sixth year when she realized he wasn’t worth it. She tried to deny it but the facts were too obvious for her to ignore them. She took a deep breath and got over him. She found happiness with George Weasley and at last she was able to experience the relationship she had always longed for. She was finally happy.

But what about Draco?

It was his first year when he first noticed her. How could he not. As he swaggered up to the stool and the the hat shouted “Slytherin” his eyes had landed on her. Even at the age of eleven, she was the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on. He responded to her attractiveness with a smug smirk before hopping off the stool and joining the rest of his new house.

He didn’t see her at all during their second year and it nearly tore him apart. He found happiness by sneaking glances at her during meal times and he would even purposefully take the long routes to class, just so he could pass her in the halls, even if it meant he would walk to class by himself.

Third year was worse for him. She found a solid friendship with three of the people he despised the most and the only times he could interact with her was when all three of them were together. He couldn’t be vulnerable with Harry or Ron and he had to protect his oh so valuable reputation. By the end of the year, he feared that Y/n would despise him for the rest of his life.

In his fourth year, he was proven wrong. He noticed she would go to the library everyday after lunch. And so he started going to the library everyday after lunch as well. He gathered up all his courage and pulled out the chair across from her, sitting down with a rather large text book in his hands. She had looked surprised to see him but hadn’t said anything. After about two weeks, he finally mustered the courage to speak to her. And that was when their friendship started. He finally felt happy. But behind the scenes, things were beginning to heat up between Draco and Pansy as well. No one could deny that she was head over heels for him and what would people think if the Slytherin Prince showed up to the Yule Ball with a proud Gryffindor? Defeated, and rather sadly, he had asked Pansy to the dance.

Fifth year took a turn for the worst when Umbridge took control of the school. Draco became a prefect to everyone’s astonishment and he knew that Y/n had joined Harry’s secret army. He knew what it would mean if Umbridge found out so he pretended to know as little about it as he could. But with so many people always watching him, he was forced to bring it up at their little get togethers.

It was their sixth year when he realized he had lost her. She had gotten over him and it hurt him. He had messed up badly and lost her trust. They no longer met and she looked the other way whenever they were in the same room. He had to watch her fall for a Weasley and he was convinced that it was more painful to watch than anything Lord Voldemort could do to him. It wasn’t until Blaise told him about the hidden feelings she had felt for him that he really understood what he lost. What he could have had. Well…It was gone now.

the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism


note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO

Jungkook was naked, but that wasn’t anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn’t wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen’s bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn’t hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he’d been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn’t have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

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 I Part One I Part Four I Part Five I

Word Count: 4,808

Genre: Angst. Fluff 

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BigBang), Song Mino (WINNER) 

Synopsis: A complicated love affair takes a toll on Mia and jiyong. They must decide if they can forgive and forget or harbor hatred in their hearts and take revenge. But in the midst of this decision, a horrible accident complicates everything. 

Originally posted by wntersoldierr

Jiyong was staring at her from the corner of his eye. Mia had been cracking her own knuckles, brows knit in deep thought as she chewed on the inside of her cheeks. He knew her well enough to know that she was strategizing something in her mind and thinking about every outcome her choices would cause. It was still something that amazed him, how she could calculate everything and make the ethically right decisions.

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My aesthetic: Betty pausing for the briefest of moments upon hearing Archie sing in the auditorium before turning away and running after her passion, in the direction Jughead had just gone a few seconds earlier, just as Archie sings, ‘let it go and never look back this way’.

I’m a writer myself, though by no means a good one, but I can imagine how this scene could have played out. Betty could have looked heartbroken, or even conflicted. She could have lingered for a little longer, before another character’s, “You coming, Betty?” snapped her out of her reverie. She could have thrown one last look over her shoulder as she was leaving. Those things would have sent signals to the audience that the Archie/Betty storyline was far from over.

Instead we get Betty’s look that almost read, “oh, right, Archie’s performing at the Variety Show tonight. Forgot about that, with all the sleuthing going on”. You can chalk the lack of a reaction up to the adrenaline, the thrill of the chase that preoccupied her mind at the time, but you can’t ignore the symbolism behind Betty leaving Archie behind and following her passion for investigation (one which started, coincidentally, after her crush on Archie shattered). You can’t ignore the fact that she went in the same direction Jughead just did.

I’m not saying it’s “Betty moving on from Archie onto Jughead”, because that’s just a far too simplistic and ship-biased interpretation. I’m saying it’s the final nail in the Archie-as-a-romantic-interest coffin for Betty, the moment she decides to stop being that girl whose world revolves around Archie, the moment she sets on a path to follow a passion that defines who she is, separate from a boy. And on that path, she finds a like-minded soul, one she was meant to be with but went overlooked her entire life up to that point due to her crush on Archie.

By letting go of her crush, her horizons broaden. Letting go of the idea of Archie as her boyfriend wasn’t portrayed as tragic or devastating for Betty, it was nothing but the first step in the positive direction. It was almost liberating for her. I’m just saying, that’s probably not how you want to write a relationship you want the readers to root for.

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PLEASE feel free to recommend me any of your favorite BTS fanfics (any ship), because I will read them. Also, please let me know if you liked any of the stories I recommend!

IMPORTANT: All of the fics I rec will be on a scale of 8 to 10. (8- really good, happy I read it.  9- amazing, I loved it! 10- perfect, one of my favorites. [*]= top fave)

I hope you love the stories as much as I do! As always, happy reading~

1. Dating For Dummies

Summary: in which twitter is evil, jeon jeongguk is a bit tsundere, park jimin is satan and kim taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.

Side Couples: Yoonmin, Namjin

Length: 12k words. Oneshot.

No warnings.

AU: Non-idol

Review: THIS WAS CUTE. And funny. And omg. It was a cute read, but the characterization was a little…off? You get over it pretty quick. I enjoyed it!

My Rating: 8.5/10

2. King of the Library, Knight of His Trade

Summary: Moral of the story? Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you’ll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails. 

Side couples: Suga x Jin (that’s a new one for me lol)

Length: 47.4k – 20 chapters (on Asian fanfic) (no chaps on ao3)


AU: College

Review: OH. MY. GOD. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THIS PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND READ. IT. RIGHT. NOW. Okay. Okay. I’m calm. This is probably my all-time fave Taekook fic or at least in the top 3. I stayed up till 3am to finish this amazing piece of perfection.

My Rating: 10/10

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  • Raven #7: Jean is no longer with us.
  • Everyone: [gasps] What?! Why is that?
  • Raven #7: He's gone, damn it! He's been taken in by the Trojans and he's staying in California forever.
  • Raven #11: So, he's alive.
  • Raven #7: Yeah. That was him on the phone. He sounds... okay.
  • Raven #13: Well, the way you said it made it sound like he was dead.
  • Raven #7: How could I have been more clear? He had a massive stroke [slight pause] of good fortune and he is now in a better place.
Sweet and Sour - Rowaelin

See notes at end for explanation.

Aelin sat beside her cousin, fidgeting and she could swear she felt light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Aedion glanced at her and the way his gaze lingered on the top part of her head it confirmed her suspicion. Aelin was never like this. She never lost her cool and have her bravado fall away. But now, in this moment, she was anxiety ridden.  

“I hate the dentist,” Aelin said in a voice that sounded in no way like her. 

“I know,” Aedion replied, “that’s why your teeth have got this bad. You refused to go when the problem started.” Aedion reaffirmed his words by giving his her an ‘I told you so look’, to which she only glared back.

Aelin had a toothache for a week straight, and before that it had come and gone every once and a while over the last few months. But now it seemed like she could no longer ignore it. So now she sat in the waiting room of Doranelle Dentistry, fist pressing into her aching cheek and waiting. Waiting for the inevitable pain that would take her pain away. 

The dentistry was nice, impeccably clean and styled. Everything looked expensive and high end and the artworks on the wall were very tasteful and looked to be the real thing and not prints. Even the receptionist had an air of perfection about her. Her pale blond hair was tied up into a high ponytail, revealing beautifully ivory coloured skin that was made up flawlessly. She had looked down her nose slightly at Aedion and Aelin in their very casual clothing when they had walked in. She was here to see the dentist, what did she expect Aelin to wear? A ball gown?

Aelin heard footsteps sound from around the corner and Aelin stiffened. She saw Aedion smirk and poked him hard in the ribs.

“Aelin Galathynius?” A male voice enquired.

Aelin looked up and saw a man that matched the beautiful decor that surrounded him. His skin was a tan,  with golden haired and dark eyes. Aelin blinked once in surprise then came to her senses. With a slight shake of her head she stood. She was a few steps forward when she realised Aedion wasn’t following. Aelin just raised her eyebrows.

“Really?” Aedion said quietly. Aelin expression didn’t change and Aedion simply just rolled his eyes before standing.

“Fenrys, be sure to tell Rowan this is his last patient before lunch,” the receptionist called sweetly. “And remind him that I’ll be on break as well.”

“Of course Remelle,” Fenrys said and Aelin could feel the insincerity oozing off him. He gave Aelin a small smile as he extended his arm in the direction she should go. “Although I wouldn’t be surprised if he climbs out the window to avoid her on the way out.” 

Aedion gave a huff of a laugh behind her and Aelin tried to smile. But right now she felt like she was walking to her death. 

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The Wrong Side of A Curse

Originally posted by iistrawberry

Originally posted by couplenotes

Tittle: The Wrong End Of A Curse

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Requested: Yes

Rating: M for Mature

Warning: a whole lotta smut

    I have never been one to hold my tongue, even when I knew it would get me in trouble. My father use to say that my mouth would get me in more trouble then I could admit. Like everything else, he was right. I had to tell the thousand year old vampire witch that she was no longer a lady, and I would not be bending the knee to treat her like one. Everyone warned me to play along, to treat her like the high class bitch she thought she was, and I fully intended to.

  Then I saw her. She was dressed in a rose pink, with her pinned up in curls and a look of utter innocence on her baby doll face.  She was everything I hated. So when she held her hand out to me, I slapped it away and told her it was time she faced the music. She was no longer a lady, but a high maintenance bitch. Naturally she took that about as well the real world and decided to punish me the worse way she knew how. She made me horny.

   To her sexual desire was a sin and a damn bad one. So this spell was awful and would of course teach me a lesson. After all ladies are not suppose to have sex unless married. At first I laughed it off, I have gone years with sex I could outlast a little curse. Then it go worse. The harder I fought it, the hornier I got. Nothing I did could satisfy the beast. I tried everything, dildos, my fingers.. Nothing did the trick. Hell it only seemed to make things worse.

   After spending two days trying to fix it myself, I caved and called the only person I could trust with this problem, my on and off again boyfriend Kai. He was a heratic too, so I figured he could break the damn spell. If I was thinking I would have called Bonnie because he not going to help, at least in the way he was suppose to.

     “Stop smirking at me. This isn’t funny.” I snapped as I opened the door. Kai stood on the other side, his head down so he was smirking up at me through his eye lashes. The sight had my already throbbing core, ache even more. Why the hell did he have to be so fucking hot.

   “I beg to differ. You piss off a child in an adults body, she gets you back by making you horny and you come running to me. This is funny.” He chuckled, licking his lips at me. I huffed and turned on me hell, heading back up to my apartment. Kai followed behind me, waiting until I was half way up the stairs to grab me from behind, spinning me around so I was pressed against the wall.

   “Kai what are you.. oh fuck.” Before I could finish my sentence his hand had moved under my skirt and was rubbing circles on my throbbing clit. His rough fingers moving against me felt amazing, much better than it ever felt. “Oh fuck.”

   “I’m going to break the spell, just like I promised.” He purred in my ear, his teeth grazing against my ear lobe. “But I’m going o help in a different way first.” Before I could answer he slipped two fingers into my center, his thumb still pressing against my clit. I moaned loudly, swirling my hips into his hand, the movement forcing his fingers to slide deeper into my center.

   “Hmm you weren’t kidding, your drenched.” He purred as he picked up the speed of fingers. The only answer I could give him was a moan, the new found pace working me towards my high. Looks like the bitch was right. My only relief would come from the hands of another. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here.” Kai breathed out, his words pushing me over the edge. I came around him with a scream, my legs shaking with relief. 

   I didn’t have much time to relax however because Kai was spinning me around. Once I was facing him, he slammed his lips against my own, picking me up in one swift movement and carrying me towards my apartment. As he walked his lips stayed on mine, the kiss growing more heated with each passing moment. I could already feel the desire building back inside me, his lips and rough hands under my skirt only making it worse.

    “Open the door.” He breathed out, his lips moving from own and trailing down my jaw to my neck. I panted, my hand reaching out behind me blindly to open the door. The moment my fingers found the door knob I turned it, the door banging open as Kai pushed his was inside. He kicked it shut, the sudden movement causing me to brush against him. I repeated the action, grinding my dripping center against him. He let out a growl at movements, pushing me up against the wall so I was still supported. One hand stayed glued to my thigh as the other moved between us. His fingers working quickly to undo his belt and pushed his pants down in one swift movement.

    “So beautiful.” He breathed out, the tip of his harden member brushing against my folds teasingly. “And all mine.” He put his lips back against my own as he pushed inside of me. I screamed out in pleasure against his lips, giving him to opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I moaned against his lips, doing my best to slam my hips against him.

   “Faster.” I moaned, my hands sliding down his back, ripping the white shirt he had on still in the process. He eagerly picked up the speed, slamming into me. “Oh fuck Kai.”

   “Oh fuck I love the feel of my dick in you. Always so good.” He moaned, nipping at my neck. I answered him by letting out a scream, my second orgasm washing over me. He came undone quickly after, his member still brushing against my g-spot until we were both done.

   “Now about that curse.” Kai said after a few minutes, smirking at me as he lifted me up once again, this time making it so I was cradled against his chest. “How about we break it, then cuddle and watch some movies?”

   “I think that sounds great.” I muttered, nuzzling my face into his neck. He hummed in response, pressing a kiss to my temple.

i. Some days I wish I had been there to reach my arm out
to catch you before you had fallen—
Readjusted your crown before it slipped off your head
and shattered on the floor.
Some days I wish I had the chance to go back in time
and fix all the mistakes I had made—
Shielded you from all the horrors and traumas you were exposed to,
opened your cage and let you see how the world really worked.
Some days I wish I had treated you more like a brother
and less like an opponent—
Shown you some compassion instead of preparing for battle.
I wonder how different things would have turned out
if I had just shown you an ounce more of love.

(But those days are few and far between.
Most days I wish I had been the one
to have pulled the trigger
and pushed you off the throne myself.)

ii. “But he’s your brother.”
And I suppose they are right.
You are still my brother.
You were my brother then, and you are my brother now.
Even now, you are still my brother,
and you will always— until the moment my heart stops— be my brother.
At least the press are still getting their information right.
What a fucking terrible thing that is.

iii. I am still trying to scrub the smell of you
out of my life.
I have learned that you are a wretched scent—
One that refuses to leave once someone has invited you in.

(You are cigarettes clinging on a smoker’s clothes
years after they have quit;
Grease on a cook’s hands
hours after they have come back home;
Booze on an alcoholic’s breath
the day after they have sobered)

Even my room reeks of you—
Even after all this time we’ve spent apart—
Even after death—
Even after everything that I’ve done—
I claw at my arms for so long in the shower these days.
trying desperately to rid myself of you,
that my skin is starting to turn raw.
I’ve gone through my memories and
swallowed the ones with you in it,
chased them with pills and booze and dust—
reveled in the feeling of your name sliding down my throat,
knowing it’ll be gone by morning.

(How much longer is this going to take?
How much longer until I don’t think of you every Goddamn second of my life?
How much longer until I’m free of you?)

iv. You are
a room full of red roses:
Beautiful at first
but after a while you

(I am drowning on the petals that you have left behind.
These flowers are beautiful no longer.
Your thorns are digging into my sides,
pushing into my ribcage—

I can’t breathe.
I can’t speak.


v. I wish I could apologize for the way things turned out.
I’ve tested the words on my lips
and everything about them feels wrong.
But knowing that you wouldn’t give a damn either way
settles something inside of my chest.
Because, if I’m being honest, I don’t give a damn, either.
I’m not sorry for your sake.
I’m sorry for mine.
I wish things could have been better.

—  2/? Five Things Kevin Wants To Tell Riko (And Definitely Never Will) Part One (via deadravenkings)