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Dating Zach Dempsey would include...
  • He doesn’t even know when you caught his attention, he just found himself admiring you from afar with curious eyes.
  • He’d get extremely nervous if one of his friends mentiones how much attention he pays to you.

‘‘What, the girl from my bio class? Nah man, I don’t even know her name.’‘

  • He tried to get in contact with you through common friends.
  • And doing small things such as going to the same parties as you, going to see the same movie releases, etc.
  • Until one day he’d just man up ask asked you to be his partner for a bio project.
  • You meet continuously for several weeks at Monet’s with the same excuse.

‘‘Yeah, the bio project is so damn long, we’ll have to meet again tomorrow I guess.’‘

  • You two stay close and hang out sometimes after the project is done ‘cause you always have fun around him.
  • And then he FINALLY ASKS YOU OUT after going to one of his basketball games.
  • He was so damn happy you were there, cheering for him.
  • Until he saw Marcus being a bit too friendly with you, making you laugh and touching your back with his hand.
  • So the moment he stepped out of the locker room, he want up to you and casually invited you to a milkshake.
  • And his hands would be so sweaty the moment he tells you how amazing you are to him and all those fluffy things (idk ive never had a cute bf okay).
  • And your smile would be so big when he asks you to be his girl ‘cause how could you not accept!
  • He’d probably hold your hand for the rest of the night.
  • I feel the relationship would be pretty relaxed and positive.
  • You two barely fight as you prefer to talk things calmly, and in very rare ocasions you lose patience and get to scream at each other.
  • If that happens you give each other space to think clearly about the situation, which doesn’t last too long because you both end up apologizing.
  • He’s not the jealous type since he fully trusts you because he knows that you can take care of yourself and that you only love him.
  • Still, he’s really protective of you by instinct.
  • He’d love doing sall things for you like giving you rides to school or helping you with homework (specially if you’re bad at bio, so that way he has an excuse to take you on study dates).
  • He’d want you to wear his letterman jacket so you can be goals cause that’s what couples do at romantic movies.

‘‘Zach, your clothes look huge on me and make me look like a cow.’‘ (but you aways wear them cause they smell like him)

  • He’s not big on PDA in public, he’ll just hold your hand or put it around your waist, so you don’t feel too pressured by him at any moment.
  • When you’re alone he’s all for cuddling and eskimo kisses and just being as close to each other as possible because it comforts him a lot.
  • He’d make sure to compliment you everyday cause he really wants you to love yourself as much as he does.
  • He thinks you’re perfect no matter if you’re tall or short, curvy or slim, thin or chubby…
  • To him it’s really important that his family likes you, and he’s extremely happy when they end up loving you.
  • His ass would be damn scared of his mum intimidating you.
  • His sister becomes really close to you as she sees you as a role model.
  • Babbysitting dates where you and Zach take his sister to fun places would be so frequent.
  • He’d try to teach you how to play basketball, he’ll be so damn proud if you’re good at it - he’ll even get you a personalised shirt with your name on the back.
  • When none of you wants to go out you just stay in playing videogames.
  • Sometimes he lets you win cause he thinks it’s so damn cute when you get all excited.
  • He’d be so supportive if you had a dream or a goal and try to help you achieve it, while he hopes you do the same for him (do it this bby deserves the love)
  • In general you take care of each other and always make sure to be there for everything.
Disposable pt 10

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.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9


“It isn’t broken, just… apart.” Yoongi muttered, looking at the floor. The two of you had slept on the broken bed the previous night, it was the frame that had come apart, the bed still functioned relatively well.

Yoongi had taken it upon himself to build a wall of pillows between the two of you, but when you woke up that morning you found his nose nuzzled into your neck and his arm draped over you. You bit back a smile and carefully removed yourself from his grasp, dressing and making your way downstairs before he even woke up. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just a quirky sleeping habit of his that had nothing to do with you, but the warmth of him sleeping next to you was so nice.

You had hoped some coffee would wake you up enough to remind you that you couldn’t afford to get any more attached to Yoongi than you already were, but it didn’t help as much as you wanted.

You should be mad at him– you had every right to be– but all you could think was how hilarious his horrified face was when he realized what he had done the previous night. It was out of character for him to act so childish, and the fact that Hoseok and Jungkook had heard what happened seemed to have reminded him of that.

Namjoon gave you a look over his coffee mug that said “I’m not going to bring it up if you don’t” when you found him in the sun room, and you were grateful that at least you were spared that conversation.

Yoongi had joined the two of you about a half hour later, muttering a quick “sorry” before telling you that the bed wasn’t actually as broken as you thought.

An embarrassed Yoongi was something you were fairly sure you had never seen, and you almost felt bad for him– but not quite.

“So can you fix it?” You asked him. He had his arm around your shoulders, and you rested your head against him. 

“I think so, with the right tools…” He answered, running his hand absently down your arm. Looking like a couple was getting easier with each passing minute; you knew you needed to distance yourself, and fast. There was a part of you that kept wondering what it would be like to actually be in love with him, and worse, how nice it would be if he was in love with you. 

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5 pages letter from May 21st, 1984 by Ted Bundy (x)

Dear Diane,

I have received your letter from May 1st, I apologize for taking so long to answer it. Thank you for writing to me.

You say that you have written to me on two previous occassions. I’m sorry, but I don’t recall those letters.

In your letter you speculated as to the possible reasons why I didn’t answer your earlier letters. I’d like to comment on your theories.

1.I’ve many letters from total strangers.” You’ve a point here. I do receive many letters from people I have never known (I agree with you, by the way, that “there are no strangers in the world, only people we haven’t met.”)

The main problem here isn’t so much the time I’d need to answer took me, that problem can be overcome. All I need is the motivation. I made little or no effort to write back to people like yourself, but lately I have been because … well, it’s not easy to say actually. I guess I just feel free to in a way I wasn’t before.

No, the real problem I have in answering you and others who write to me is a straight forward for me: I don’t have the stamps.

People don’t send me stamps or stampered, self- addressed envelopes (note: Here he makes reference on the right where it says:“Let me correct what I just wrote.”) Sometimes people will enclose a stamp or two but they are for the exception.

I’m not being critical, Diane. That’s just the way it is. I can’t send people letters if I don’t have stamps.

So I have to conserve the few stamps I have for people I have known for years, especially my wife and family. Only when I have what can be considered an extra stamp or two now-and-then do I respond to the (illegible) of correspondence I have from other folks.

Believe me, I don’t expect people to send me stamps. I don’t imagine that it occurs to people who write to me that I wouldn’t have just one stamp to use to write them back. But as I’ve explained, there are many letters that each need only one stamp.

And it may also be that people assume (illegible) heard rumors to the effect that I have money, or friends or family with money. I don’t, and (whatsmore), I don’t receive a nickle from many of the books, articles, TV programs, or (illegible) films about Ted Bundy. Nothing. Nada. Zero.

That’s fine, too. I don’t want any of that money and I don’t need it. The fact is I’m broke, and while I can handle that, it also means I can’t afford stamps to go on letters to you. So it goes.

Excuse me, I’ve made too much of the stamp (illegible). It doesn’t bother me actually, it’s just the way it is.

2.My wife doesn’t allow me to answer letter from other women?

This is the second theory you propose. Perhaps you were being only half serious on this one. No problem. Of course, if you knew my wife, Carole, you would understand immediately that isn’t the case.

3.You are too busy to write a lot of just friends letters.

I’ve already addressed this point, though briefly, earlier on. Time is not a big factor here. Or is lazyness. It can be, though.

I find that I have more than enough to keep my days (illegible) from 5 in the morning to 11 at night. I’m rarely bored. However, contrary to what you assumed, I do not work with legal matters.

Generally, (illegible). I find the law too limiting and doctrinaire the way it goes about separating people. But that is another story.

So while I am being in a relaxed, controlled, and positive way, there is time to write just friends, occasionally, attorneys, the time available is limited and there are many people to write to. It’s also important that I feel inwardly moved to write to a certain person, and I don’t always feel that way. I have to be conscious of my inner flow and that is another story too.

I enjoyed your letter and enjoyed writing to you. Again, excuse me for taking so long.

X.

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Alec Lightwood. A lot od adjectives could be added in front of his name, but the one you liked to use the most is annoying. It wasn’t long ago that you were dragged into the whole supernatural world by your neighbour Clary and her best friend Simon. And right off the bat, Alec started a disagreement about what would be the best course of action for the mission they were on. It continued and often escalated every time you met, but there was undeniable sexual frustration bubbling underneath as well. Neither of you would admit to your feelings and both believed the other had no feelings at all.

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When you ask them to be rougher in bed (NSFW)

Originally posted by oohsehunnies

Suho:

Junmyeon doesn’t strike me as a rough person, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t up for roleplay.  He’s definitely a roleplay kind of guy.  He’s a Daddy kink for sure.  He’ll he sweet and slow at first, but the second you mention being rough in bed, don’t be surprised by his change in demeanor.  This guy has a switch and that switch is costumes.  You want this guy to really give it to you?  Dress up for him.  He’s a gemini, so he’ll go both ways.  He’ll like it if you take control and get rough with him, too, so don’t forget that.  Just imagine for a second:  you’ve been dating for a little over five to six month, been sexually active with each other for maybe three and you just want to explore a different side of him.  He’s a shy one, so you know you have to approach this a certain way.  He gets back from a long tour away from you, tired as hell and just wanting to lay in your arms while sleep takes him.  Instead he walks into the bedroom to find you dress up in kinky nurses outfit, the doctor’s coat laying on the bed beside you.  Shock.  Shock, shock, shock.  But sooooo turned on.  All that tiredness?  Gone.  Boner?  Yup…He’ll probably stutter out a question, but if you pout and ask him for a check up, he’ll lose his mind, okay?  Off with the clothes!  The only thing he’s wearing tonight is a stethoscope and a white coat.  Explore with this because he’s totally into it.  This one will mark you up to high heaven simply because he’s so into his character.  I still think he’s a bit vanilla when it comes to positions, but that doesn’t take away from the experience as a whole.  Never underestimate this man.  Ever.  You will regret it. (well, maybe in the morning)  “Baby, you’ve been failing all my tests lately.  Do we need to have a tutoring session?  I’m sure there are some studying techniques I can share with you.”  (good god, not even my bias and damn,  Have FUN!)

Originally posted by xiaonancii96

Xiumin:

Magic words anyone?  I feel like Minseok would be the type to be gentle with you at first.  Like he knows he’s a kinky af (he’s an Aries duh!), but he wouldn’t want to scare you off.  Your first few times together would be super sweet, loving, and just him pretty much worshiping your body.  You like it for sure, but you want to spice things up.  It almost feels too safe.  So when he comes home from work one day and is just getting out of a hot shower, towel around his waist, brush in hand, you pop the question on him.  To say he’d be surprised would be a total understatement.  He wouldn’t expect it at all.  But DAMN if he’s not immediately turned on.  This one is the type to zone out as the images of all the ways he could ravish you race through his mind.  So if you suddenly get nervous because of the silence and backtrack, he’s going to throw the brush on the counter and march his way over to you.  He’ll only ask you once if you are completely sure that’s what you want.  If you back down, he’ll be fine with it, but if you say yes PREPARE!!!!!  He’ll throw you on the bed, that cocked eyebrow look on his face, tongue running over his lower lip.  Intense!!  Minseok will still be sweet in certain respects, like he strikes me as someone who has a praise kink, so expect a lot of ‘that’s a good girl/boy, you take it so well’  ‘that’s right, just relax’  ‘you’re so good’ ‘ugh, you’re so gorgeous’.  Lots of moaning and grunting, quietly of course cuz he’s not a loud person.  I feel like when he’s being sweet he likes the missionary position because he wants to see your face while he’s pleasuring you, but when he’s rough, he wants you face down and grasping at anything while he takes you.  Expect marks, too!  Not where anyone can see them, but in places that only the two of you know.  It’s a reminder of who you belong to and how he’s the only one who can get you off a certain way.  “Oh, baby, I hope you don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow.  It’s going to be a looooong night.”

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Fathoms Below - Part 3 (Mermaid/Pirates AU with Jason Todd)

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“She can’t leave, but she also can’t stay? Do you realize how little sense you just made?” Jason asked, his voice getting louder as he became angrier.

“She can’t stay here because the kiss won’t last forever.” Bruce explained calmly. “I have seen a situation similar to this before. The kiss will only last a couple days. I’ve only seen one person stay underwater until the kiss wore off. The League had found the human and brought him back to their base. They kept him locked up until he drowned.” Bruce’s eyes grew hard at the memory. He had been training with the League, learning their fighting style. He would never forget the fear in the man’s eyes as the magic wore off and water flooded his lungs. It had been at that moment he decided to leave.

Jason looked at Y/N’s pale face. Her breathing had quickened and she was obviously terrified. He rubbed her shoulder in the hopes it would help her calm down. “We have to get her to the surface before then.”

“I agree. There is still the problem of her knowing about us though. She cannot leave with the knowledge that merfolk exist.” Bruce said firmly.

“Well, we cannot just let her die either!” Jason exclaimed. Y/N jumped a bit and he held her closer to him, as though trying to protect her from his family.

“No one here wants her to die, Jason, calm down.” Dick said softly.

“Excuse me for not quite believing that.” Jason said in a sarcastic tone. He and Dick exchanged glares.

“Enough!” Bruce cried out, tired of the fighting between his sons. “I know a way we can fix this. There is a witch who live not too far away from here. Her magic can take away memories. If you take Y/N to her before the League finds out, there is a good chance we can get Y/N home long before the spell wears off.”

“What happens if the League finds me first?” Y/N asked in a small voice. She hadn’t spoken a word since Dick had found her and Jason on the abandoned ship.

Bruce’s eyes softened with compassion when he heard the fear in her voice. “We’ll do everything in our power to help you.” She looked uncertain, but she nodded in understanding.

“Where does the witch live?” Jason asked.

“In a cave on the edge of the kelp forest.” Bruce said, he picked up a map and circled the location. He held it out to Jason, but didn’t let go. “I want Dick to go with you.”

“You still don’t trust me?” Jason asked incredulously.

“It isn’t about trust. If one of the members of the League finds her, you are going to need all the help you can get.” Bruce said as he released his hold on the map. “Keep in the shadows. Don’t move in the open. And don’t let anyone see you have a human with you.”

Dick and Jason both nodded as they started to head out the way they came, with Y/N clinging to Jason’s shoulders. “Good luck!” They heard a bunch of their siblings cry out as they exited the tunnel and entered the open ocean.

“We’re sure as hell going to need it.” Dick muttered as he looked at Y/N’s worried face. The sooner they got rid of her, the better.

We All Need A Good Gal Pal

*WARNING* This post is most likely going to be a bit soppy/sentimental. Obviously I’m gonna try and make it humorous but grab a bucket just in case…

That means you Moon.

So I’m sure many of you are aware that recently I took my first steps outside as Jess, and just over a year ago I also announced to my friends about my secretive (not so much now) hobby. 

As much as their support has been nothing short of fantastic, before all of that there was the original gal pal: Moon.

Now I could go on for decades about how useful she has been, but it’s probably more useful (and certainly more relevant) to let you know why she has been so important and instrumental in this transformation from ragged cave-man lookalike to the would-be-Queen that is Jessica Blaise.

1. Moon Don’t Lie To No Bitch

Moon has always been a good friend, even before she knew about Jess, but one quality I’ve found invaluable is her ability to tell me the truth, no matter what.

Moon do I look good in this?” Fuck no! That dress ain’t gonna work on you, you don’t have the boobs for it.

I think my makeup looks good today!” Yeah and some people think the world is flat, don’t make them right though does it?

Omg these heels are killer!” Yeah they do a good job at killing your fashion sense.

Call it harsh, call it hilarious… I call it honest feedback.

One of the best benefits of having a friend like Moon, and hopefully any gal pal, is that they’re looking out for your best interests. If I don’t look good in something, Moon will be the first person to let me know. She has my best interests at heart, and she wants me to look good just as much as I do.

2. What The Fuck Is Highlighter???

I know this one is probably quite obvious (and not actually that relevant to highlighting) but I feel it should be stated regardless.

Stop me if you guessed this already, but girls are really good at makeup.

And I don’t mean ‘Girls always use makeup of course they’re good at it.’ Nah.

Most girls, Moon included, don’t actually use anywhere near as much makeup as a crossdresser would (especially Moon with her bloody flawless skin… rude). It’s not about their actual skill will the makeup, it’s the knowledge and theory behind it.

What’s the use of concealer? Ask your gal pal.

How does highlighter work? Ask your gal pal.

Why shouldn’t I use dark colours on my lips? Ask your gal pal.

Regardless of how much or little your gal pal uses in terms of makeup, they will have a wealth of knowledge about it and will easily guide you into improving your makeup in no time. Plus it doesn’t hurt to have someone helping you while you’re applying the stuff you know nothing about…

3. Stand Properly! Have You Never Seen A Woman?

I might sound like this font of female imitation knowledge, but most of the tips I throw up on this blog are simply regurgitated information that I learned long ago from Moon. 

One of the most invaluable lessons she ever taught was simply how to stand like a woman.

I’ve said before that looking at women pose is a good way to learn how to take pictures, but this should only be used if all else fails. If you can (and I can’t recommend this enough), get a gal pal so instruct you how to stand.

It’s not uncommon for Moon to start lifting my arm into the right position or telling me to relax my shoulders. This is all stuff I’m aware of, but it’s better when you’ve got someone who can actually see what you’re doing wrong and correct it.

On top of all that, you also get someone who can help take photos. I mean, I’m a big fan of selfies but sometimes you just wanna feel like the god-damn model you were born to be.


Well, that’s my side of things. However just to make this post extra long (sorry…) I thought I should get Moon to weigh in her opinions of having a crossdresser for a friend.

What’s it like having a crossdresser for a friend?

I’ll be honest. It was a little different to start off with, especially since Jess is the first and only crossdresser I’ve ever met. It didn’t take me too long to get used to it though; eventually she was asking for me to join her on ‘dress up nights’ which was essentially a cheap, student excuse to get drunk and look pretty… always fun though!

What’s different about Jess’ makeup than other girls?

Well… nothing really. I guess that’s the point though. She has to apply a bit more of the base makeup (concealer, foundation etc.) but after that it’s quite similar to my own and other girl’s makeup routines.

Do you see Jess differently when she’s dress up?

Again, a bit at first. Not in a bad way of course, but it was just getting my head around a male friend suddenly looking female(ish). I don’t know if it’s gotten easier over time because she’s better at makeup now than 8 years ago or because I’ve just got used to it.Overall I don’t really see her as a different person, just a much prettier person.

What’s your favourite thing to do with Jess?

Dressing up; without a doubt. As much as certain outfits don’t work on Jess (or myself at times) we’re always pushing each other to try different outfits. It’s always a great accomplishment when we try on an outfit we didn’t think would work but does!

Also Jess always has fancy dress outfits, and they’re nothing short of hilarious to try on, regardless of who’s wearing them.

I just wish she wouldn’t get changed in front of me…

What has been your favourite moment with Jess?

Oh god… we’ve been doing this for 8 years now, there are way too many…

If I had to pick one, even though there are definitely more, I would say the time that Jess wanted me to record a video of her spinning in a dress but I started recording while she was still explaining and sorting herself out.

Yeah, that’s the one.


I think I’m making these longer on purpose now…

I hope this has helped any of you who are thinking about telling your friends or looking for some guidance.

Just remember: any good gal pal will have no problem with you crossdressing over than those heels don’t work with that dress Hun.

Message me if you have any questions!

- Jessica Blaise x x

Park Woojin || Street Food

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by kimbbuyo

“Y/N come on, let’s grab some food!” Woojin exclaims as he pulls on your arm, excitedly dragging you to the Korean city markets that were located downtown of Seoul. Woojin wanted to go out on a date with you so badly since it had been a while since you two went out on a date. You didn’t know or care about wherever you guys went as long as you two were together, so Woojin suggested you guys try out all of the delicious street foods since you haven’t tried them before and Woojin thought this would be the perfect time to take you out to the city market downtown, which was also his most favorite place to eat at.

“Woojin, slow down.” You giggle as your overly excited boyfriend drags you to the first food stand that is in your guys’s way. Woojin eyes the delicious food, licking his lips as he tells the man making the food to give them 2 samples of the food, 1 for you and 1 for him. The man nods and hands you and Woojin the food, which was served on a stick.

You slowly take a bite out of it since you didn’t know if it would taste good or not. As you take a bite out of the food, you widen your eyes, quickly munching on it and sighing at the delicious taste. “What is this called?” You ask Woojin, who is already finished with it. He chuckles and tells you the name of the food. “It’s called a fish cake. Would you like another one? You seem to be enjoying it a lot.” You munch on the fish cake once more before nodding your head frantically at Woojin’s question. He tells the man to give you another fish cake. The man hands you one more fish cake, and you quickly take it from him before devouring it. Woojin chuckles and pinches your cheeks as you eat the fish cake. “Ahh, you’re so adorable.” He sings. You blush and slap his arm away. You swallow the fish cake, sighing at how good the taste is before letting out a small burp. You immediately cover your mouth, muttering a low ‘Excuse me’ and look at Woojin, who was laughing at you. You glare at him before he pays the man the amount of money owed, and grabs your hand again, taking you to another food cart.

As you and Woojin made your guys’s way to the next food cart, your mouth watered and you grew excited as you spotted pork belly. You eyed the pork belly as it was being cooked on the grill, the sizzling noise making your stomach growl even though you had just eaten 2 fish cakes not too long ago. You and Woojin watch as the man cooking the pork belly takes the pork off of the grill and onto a plate. He slides it towards you and you tell him thank you before picking up a piece of the pork belly and eating it. You sigh, enjoying the taste of the pork belly. You pick up another piece and hold it in front of Woojin’s face. “Eat this.” You say. Woojin blushes and opens his mouth, and you feed him the pork belly. Woojin chews on it and smiles, showing off his adorable crooked tooth, giving the man behind the counter a thumbs up since it tastes so good. You two finish the rest of the plate of pork belly before paying the man and moving on to the next food cart.

“Dango!” Woojin exclaims as he quickly rushes up to the cart that serves dango. You giggle as he grabs a stick of dango from the woman behind the cart before chewing on the pink dango ball. As he was chewing on it, his cheeks puffed out from the round dango ball, and you giggled at how cute and chubby he looked. The woman hands you a stick of dango and you take it, munching on the pink dango ball. You and Woojin both ate the dango balls, both of your cheeks’ stuffed and you were laughing at each other’s chubby cheeks filled with dango. Woojin pays the woman and thanks her for the dango before he grabs your hand and you two continue walking around the whole city market, searching for more food carts to eat at.

“Are you still hungry or do you want to stop now?” Woojin asks you as you two hold hands and walk through the whole city market. You felt pretty full from all of the food you both just ate, so you shake your head no. You felt your stomach grumble, and you place your hand on your stomach.

“Crap, I think I have a stomach ache now. Thanks a lot Woojin.” You sigh, finding a table before taking a seat in the chair that was by it. Woojin takes the seat across from you and chuckles.

“You ate more than I did. Whose fault is it for causing you to have a stomach ache, hm?” Woojin asks you nonchalantly. You roll your eyes, not in the mood for Woojin’s smartass remarks right now, even though he’s right about this being your fault for you having a stomach ache.

 Your stomach stopped grumbling and you stood up again, feeling a bit better now. “Feel good now?” Woojin asks you. You nod your head, and Woojin stands up before taking your hand in his again and you continue walking down the sidewalk together.

“I had fun, though. And you’re right, street food is the best.” You tell him. Woojin gives you a smug look before responding. “I know it’s the best, why would I take you out to some shitty place to eat, what kind of a boyfriend do you think I am?”

You roll your eyes before smiling and leaning your head against his arm. You look up at him and kiss his cheek. “You’re the best boyfriend, that’s what you are.” Woojin flushes red and he looks at you. “You’re pretty cheesy for a girlfriend.”

You glare at him and huff your cheeks out. “Fine, you’re the worst boyfriend to ever exist.” You say before letting go of his arm and walking in front of him. Woojin starts panicking and rushes up to you and holds onto your hand again. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry Y/N. Forgive me?”

You grin and look at him before kissing his lips softly. “I was just kidding you cute dumbass.”

Comebacks and coming out [Peter Parker x Bi!Reader]

Request: Hi, I was wondering if you would write a Peter Parker/Bi!Reader where they’ve been dating for a little bit and the reader is coming out to him as bi but is really nervous and Peter is worried cause she’s normally confident. Could it be fluffy please and thank you. If you don’t want to or don’t know how to go about writing this it’s totally fine and thank you for taking the time to read this. Thanks a ton, love your work!!

Warnings: One swear word, the rest is just fluff

Originally posted by gounderoos

You scanned the cafeteria searching for your boyfriend and Ned. A few seconds later, a hand waving in the air caught your eye. You looked down at its owner and saw a young man, with dark brown hair and eyes that matched the hair. Peter Parker. You smiled and started walking towards your boyfriend when Flash Thompson moved to block your way.

“Hey (Y/N),” he flashed you what you guessed was a smirk, “are you going to see your dorky boyfriend Parker?” he sniggered.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that Thompson?” you retorted with the same confidence you always had.

“Well, wouldn’t you like to eat with me instead?” he smirked again, looking proudly towards his friends.

“You’re joking, right?” you said wittily, “are you always such an idiot, or do you just show off when I’m around?” The whole cafeteria was filled with ‘ooh’s and Flash’s face was growing redder by the second, “Leave me alone dolt. I would take a hundred dorks instead of one of you anytime.” You pushed past him and continued to make your way to Peter and Ned.

Before you could reach their table, Flash had finally come up with a remark, “You’re only dating Peter for his brains.”

You rolled your eyes too tired of this. “Listen you blockhead. One, I like Peter for his brains because he actually has a personality in it. Two, if it takes you five minutes to come up with this sad excuse for a comeback, I wonder how long it will take you to obtain a good one. Oh and, by the way, acting like a dick won’t make yours any bigger.” You finished.

Flash had stopped trying to counter you because your arguments were too good. Generally speaking, you were a confident person so publicly shaming Flash Thompson wasn’t any problem to you.

Finally, you reached your table and sat down next to your boyfriend, fist bumping Ned when he raised his fist towards yours.

“Nice job there, babe,” Peter smiled at you, “you really put him down in the dumps, didn’t you?” he nodded his head towards Flash who was exiting the cafeteria with a walk of shame.

“He deserved it.” You said

“Yeah he did.” Peter agreed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “Are we still on for tonight?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yep.” You chirped, kissing his lips both of you grinning.

“PDA! PDA!” Ned yelled, shielding his eyes with his hands. Both of you laughed at your friend’s ridiculousness.

~Time skip to that evening~

You were nervous, for the first time in your life you were nervous. Your mouth was dry, your heart was beating in your ears and your hands were sopping wet due to sweat. This was the first time you felt like you could trust your significant other with your bisexuality. But, it was time, and you were going to suck it up, go see your boyfriend who loves you and that you loved and come out. You had already told your parents, who were very tolerant people, and they immediately understood. Then again, you knew your parents would accept you for who you are and weren’t nervous when the time came to tell them. You were overthinking this, everything was going to be just fine.

Your trembling hand pressed on the doorbell to Peter’s apartment. He opened the door and welcomed you with a big smile.

“Hey,” you said, the nervousness coming back, “before we start off movie night…” you trailed off.

“Yeah?” Peter asked, sitting down on the red sofa.

“I want to tell you something…” you started pacing back and forth across the room.

Peter was starting to get worried. You were usually so confident and right now you were just radiating nervousness. His mind started spiraling into doubtful thoughts like how you were breaking up with him, moving to another country or cheated on him. He was starting to panic, thinking that there would be no possible positive outcome to explain your nervousness. It had to be something bad. Peter’s mind delved into even darker thoughts for example you killed someone or something of the sort.

Then, his thoughts were interrupted by you blurting out, “I’m bisexual!”

Immediately, Peter was relieved. You were only coming out, not something terrible as his thoughts had led him to believe.

“Oh thank God!” he exclaimed.

This time, it was your turn to be confused, “What?”

“I thought you were going to break up with me or something. Listen, (Y/N) (L/N), I love you. And I will keep saying this until you know it. As far as I can see, your sexuality hasn’t changed you. You’re still (Y/N), my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend. I fell in love with you before I knew about your bisexuality and I am still in love with you now. Your sexuality doesn’t change a thing about how I think of you. The only ‘big’ thing that was going to happen today is not me leaving and rejecting you, it’s me learning a new fact about the girl I love. I love you (Y/N) (L/N) and I don’t care if you’re a bisexual because it doesn’t change who you are and I love the whole you. Sexuality and everything else. I love you, don’t forget that.” He said kissing your forehead.

“I love you too Pete.” You replied, hugging him.

Both you and Peter were glad that you opened up about this because it allowed you to feel fully accepted and it made him feel that you really trusted him.

“Now, movie time!” Peter declared, pushing you on the sofa and going to get popcorn. A minute later, Peter came back with a large bowl filled with popcorn and inserted the DVD into the player.

Your Ginger Housemate - Part 5

Part five! I’ve finally finished! Sorry, it’s been so long guys, but I’ve finally done it. I hope you enjoy it. Please show me your opinions through likes and comments. I’ve already got ideas for Part 6 so hold tight. Remember, I’m open to requests and any questions you want to ask me. Enjoy.

Heads Up: Very minor swearing and violence towards the end - By violence, I mean Jerome finally getting outside and having some… “fun”. Sorry if this upsets anyone, but it had to happen eventually.

Want to read the rest? Part 1 HERE | Part 2 HERE | Part 3 HERE | Part 4 HERE


“And there, we… go!” You pulled the last of the bandages off of Jerome’s wound. It was slightly pink, but not infected.  You had to call the doctor around twice to take care of Jerome’s stitches. He just kept busting them open. It probably didn’t help when all he did in his sleep was toss and turn, but funnily enough, when you slept with him, he was still. He spoke, laughed croakily sometimes, clenched and twitched… a lot! But he didn’t roll around the bed.

Jerome grinned, twisting his torso left and right and stretching his long arms above his head. “Finally. I could have done it myself you know?”

You smiled at his bubbly mood. When he was happy, you really couldn’t help but smile too.

“I know. But I’m pretty sure it was safer if I did it with the material scissors… Instead of the kitchen knife.”

“Hey, it woulda’ been faster. Trust me.”

“Yeah, that’s not something I wanted to do.”

Jerome rolled his eyes and jumped off of the seat, smirking as he walked to the fridge. It was good to see him moving around freely again. His swanky stride taking place once more. Confidence seemed to radiate from his body like the bandages had been confining his self-assertiveness. God, you loved it when he walked that way. It made your head ache, your stomach churn and your heart flip. He was gorgeous. ‘Too gorgeous…’

Jerome interrupted your thoughts, “How long has it been since I was outside?”

“Mm, a month maybe? More? I’m not too sure. I don’t think you should do much until you’ve got your strength up. I mean, you haven’t been doing much.”

“Aw, sweet cheeks. You still tryna take care of me?”

You stood up and walked to the coach, snatching up the remote and plonking yourself down, irritated.

“Excuse me for looking out for your well-being,” you huffed. After a little pause, you added a little extra under your breath, “You stuck-up gingersnap.”

Jerome’s rummaging halted, and you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head. It took all your self-control not to turn around. Instead, you sat firm, glaring at the television, watching nothing in particular.

“Dollface… That’s not what I meant.” He swung his legs over the back of the couch, landing next to you.

“Yeah well, that’s what it sounded like.” Your stomach fluttered and goosebumps raised as his armed snaked it’s way behind your neck.

Jerome stared at your face, trying to catch your eye.

“I do appreciate you helping me out. You know that right?”

You shrugged, not wanting to give up too easily.

“Ugh, y/n. Why do you have to make things difficult?”

He crossed his arms, glaring at the television. He reminded you of a little kid who didn’t get his own way. Turning your body towards him, your eyes grazed over his hair, his clenched jawline, his arms, and his clenched fists.

“Jerome…” He didn’t budge, “Jerome,” You sang.

He sighed and tilted his head towards you.

“Do you…” He raised his eyebrow, smirking. Amused at your sudden awkwardness, “Do you like me.”

His body tensed, and he rigidly turned his head facing you. Your searching eyes locked with his.

“Well, I don’t wanna kill you.”

“That’s not answering my question Valeska.”

He sighed, running his hand through his hair and staring at the ground. His eyebrows furrowed. He seemed… anxious?

Ugh, y/n, why did you ask him this. You’re ridiculous!’

‘But are you? He does say your name in your sleep,’ The night he fell asleep on your lap flooded into your mind…

I’ll never let anyone hurt you y/n.” …

He did have a few drugs in his system, and he had lost a lot of blood, but it did seem that he genuinely meant what he said.

That’s when it happened. He kissed you on the cheek. He kissed you! You sat there completely dumbfounded. After a moment Jerome simply stood up and grabbed his coat.

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#MondayMotivation

What’s Stopping You?

 Is there something that’s actually physically stopping you - or is it a belief? Consider why you haven’t started yet and honestly assess whether or not there is something preventing you from moving forward. 

In other words: What’s your excuse? 

The problem with excuses is that they sound best to those who are making them. I used to say “I can’t because I’m not good enough” without even trying - hence the excuse allowed me to stay where I was and not take the risk of putting myself out there and failing.

The comfort zone is an amazing place, but nothing grows there. Nothing in the comfort zone is challenging - so we remain stagnant. Comfort is the enemy of progress - stop making excuses for why you haven’t started yet and check yourself on the real reason.

It took me a long time to start the new season of my journey because I was too comfortable with my previous way of life. This comfort breeds familiarity - which leads to boredom and contempt. I didn’t like where I was, but it was comfortable and instead of taking action I just complained.

Only you will know the reasons behind why you are where you are. It’s not anyone else’s place to tell you what to do - you need to be honest with yourself and understand what is actually stopping you from getting to where you want to be. 

When you don’t have the life you want - the only person to blame is yourself. It’s easy to point the finger at society, religion, the weather and many other external factors. But to take responsibility for your own life takes a great deal of self-awareness - which will allow you to start making some radical changes.

Drop your excuses and start being honest with yourself.

Peace & positive vibes.

anonymous asked:

Can you write Iwaoi with the prompt/word scared

Tooru was in class when the call came. He doesn’t see it until nearly an hour later, when he’s waving goodbye to his classmates and making his way back to the dorm, ready to badger his best friend into going out for dinner.

The numerous missed calls—one from both Mattsun and Makki, one from an unknown number, and three from his mother—already causes his heart rate to pick up, but it’s the texts that makes him forget to breathe.

He’s tearing through the crowd before he registers more than the first couple of words, Iwaizumi and accident and hospital. He must have whacked a few people with his bag but he doesn’t even pause to apologize. There’s a pressure building in his chest and it squeezes and it’s painful. His hands are shaking when he swipes his train pass, feet unable to stop tapping as he looks up the directions. The university is close to the hospital, twenty five minutes, tops, but it’s way too long. Why didn’t he check his phone during class? It was review, he didn’t need to be that studious.

“Excuse me? Are you okay?”

Tooru whips his head up, glaring at the poor girl who had approached him. She pulls her hand back, but still stares worriedly at him. He realizes his breaths are coming too short, too fast, and he can’t feel his fingers. 

“Do you want to sit…?”

“No,” he manages. He takes a stuttering breath, and then finds a smile to flash at her. “I’m fine. I’m getting off soon. Thanks.”

He’s still shaking when he runs through the automatic doors of the hospital, but then he spots Matsukawa’s head in the waiting room and he’s stumbling over, hair a mess and chest tight.

“Where,” he says, “where is he?”

“Oikawa,” Matsukawa starts, but then he’s reaching for him. “Whoa, hey, calm down—”

“Oikawa, breathe—”

“Iwa-chan,” he shouts over Hanamaki’s concerned voice, but they’re looking worried now, and they’re looking at him, and everyone’s looking at him, but no one is answering him and he doesn’t know where Iwaizumi is and that’s wrong that’s wrong that’s wrong—

“Tooru.”

The voice cuts through his thoughts. Tooru stops. Turns. And Iwaizumi is standing there, his spiky hair a mess and permanent scowl on his face, standing on crutches and one foot in a brace, but he’s there and he looks so familiar and Tooru is across the room before he even registers his own movement.

Iwa-chan,” he says, grabbing at his best friend’s face. “Oh my gods, I thought—what the hell—”

“You’re bruising my face,” Iwaizumi is saying, but Tooru is still babbling and touching Iwaizumi to make sure he’s real and here and safe. The pressure on his chest fades, and with his forehead against Iwaizumi’s, Tooru breathes.

Special Moments -- Chae Hyungwon (Drabble)

Requested by anonymous: for the drabbles could you do #2 for Hyungwon from Monsta X? 

2) It made me think of you.

Tbh this is my first drabble for a drabble game so i hope you like it!! It’s super fluffy so enjoy~

-Admin Des

Originally posted by garisanee

The work day had finally come to an end, and it was nothing but stress. All day you had to deal with crap customers and a boss who would never get off of your back. You were free now, free to go home and do whatever your heart pleased.

You got into your car and placed your hands on the steering wheel before you sighed. Honestly in the back of your head you didn’t want to spend the night back home alone, but you weren’t too sure who you could bother. As if your prayers were answered your phone started going off, blasting your ringtone.

You looked at the collar id and shook your head as you brought the phone up to your ear. “Yes Minhyuk?”

You heard laughter on the other side of the phone. “Wrong person.”

You froze. “Then who am I talking to?”

“Hyungwon.” You smiled when you heard his name.

“Okay, let me correct myself then.” You chuckled. “Yes Hyungwon?”

There was a moment of silence, then some shouting in the background. “Sorry, Minhyuk was yelling at me to hurry. Um I was wondering if you wanted to come out to dinner, with the boys and myself that is.” He sped the last part up a little bit.

You bit your lip as you thought about it, although it was a no brainer. “Sure, where should I meet you guys at?”

“You can just come here.”

“Then I am on my way, you just caught me at a good time too, I just got off of work.”

You heard shuffling, probably the phone being tossed around. “Hi (Y/N)! We look forward to seeing you, excuse me as I kill Hyungwon for taking so long to ask you to come over using my phone, okay bye!” And silence. You stared at your phone for a minute before shaking your head and putting it to the side. You then started up your car and made your way to the boy’s dorm.

After about twenty minutes you finally arrived. You ran your hand through your hair before stepping out of your car and heading in. The minute you knocked on the door it flew opened with a smiling Minhyuk on the other side. “Hi (Y/N)!” He pulled you into an embrace. “I promise I didn’t kill Hyungwon.”

You chuckled. “I didn’t think that you would.” You stepped inside of the dorm and looked around. “Where is everyone?”

“In the main room just waiting for when you got here and such.” He grabbed your hand and drags you through the house. All of the boys were gathered on the couch, some of them were on their phone while others in conversation. “She’s here!” Minhyuk announces as loud as he possibly could grabbing everyone’s attention and drawing their eyes on you.

“Hey (Y/N), then are we ready to go?” Kihyun stood up nodding at the others. One by one they got up and greeted you. Hugs were given as each of them walked past you.

Hyungwon was the last one to come to you. “Hi (Y/N).” He brought you into a hug. You felt your heart flutter. “So how was work?”

You sighed. “Don’t get me started, long day of crap.”

“I’m sorry about that.” He frowned at you.

“It’s work, it’s life, let’s just let it go.” You smiled. “Anyways it’s super good to finally get to see you again, it’s been awhile since we’ve gotten to hang out in person. Also why did you call me from Min’s phone? You have my number.” You tilted your head at him.

You watched as his face got red and his eyes frantically searched everywhere around you. “No reason. Let’s go shall we?” He walked past you and out the door with the others. You shook your head as you followed. The eight of you then got into a van and were off, the car ride was full of jokes coming from Minhyuk and Wonho while Hyungwon sat quietly trying to avoid making eye contact with you. You were slightly confused by how he acted however you shoved it off and stared out the window until you arrived.

Once there everyone piled out and into the restaurant. Kihyun lead the way to the table as everyone else followed, after everyone got in and around there was a lot of awkward shuffling as you and Hyungwon ended up sitting next to each other. You didn’t mind it, you actually were going to attempt to sit close to him. “Hyungwon!” Jooheon waved his hand in front of his face trying to get his attention.

Hyungwon immediately shot up and looked at Jooheon. “And the point of that was..?”

Jooheon shrugged. “You seemed distant by something.”

Hyungwon looked around at everyone, who was now staring at him. “I know why!” Minhyuk shouted from the other end of the table. “It’s cause of (Y/N) isn’t it?” He started to tease.

“Min…” You shook your head at him. You turned to the now red faced Hyungwon. You turned back around at Minhyuk. “I swear you’re going to be the death of this poor boy.” You put your hand down on Hyungwon’s hand.

He looked down at it wide eyed. “I’m f-fine.” He stuttered over his words.

“You so aren’t!” Changkyun joined in. Within a few minutes all the boys were teasing Hyungwon about you. You sighed as you put your brought your hand to your forehead annoyed by the six dorks. It was shortly after that he stood up and walked off.

You snapped your head back at the others. “Seriously guys? You had to tease him this bad? Cut him some slack.” You then got up and followed Hyungwon, however when you turned the corner you couldn’t find him. You continued walking forward hoping to find him when your arm gets grabbed and you pulled to the side.

“Don’t flail.” Hyungwon says and he brings you into his grasp.

You sighed at the relief of his voice. “I’m so sorry that they teased you so bad.” You apologize for the others.

He shrugged. “I knew they would the minute I told them that I was going to use this as an opportunity to give you this.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box handing it to you. You opened it to a beautiful necklace that had two diamonds in a criss crossed circle, connecting the two. “It means to be brought together with someone you’re close to. When I saw it, it made me think of you.”

You looked up at him. You could see that he felt defeated. He had basically just confessed his feelings to you, which now he was probably thinking you were going to reject him. You hug him. “I love it Hyungwon.” You then gave him a peck on the lips.

He was suddenly taken back, before a smile came across his face. He then leaned back down and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around him as he deepened it.

“FOUND THEM KISSING!” Changkyun shortly interrupted. The two of you jumped back in surprise before you sighed, annoyed by this boy. You then looked at Changkyun with sharp eyes, giving him the signal that you were going to murder him later.

The others then came over. “We’re ordering our food now.” Shownu piped in.

“Guys, I love you, but really?” You shook your head.

Hyungwon brought you close to him. “It’s okay we can get them back later.” Your eyes shot up at him and this new found confidence as a smirk was on his face.

You sighed. “Let’s just get this dinner over with. I’m now ready to leave.” Kihyun announced as he walked back to the table. Everyone started to follow, but Hyungwon stopped you from following.

He grabbed the box and opened it, then pulled out the necklace and signaled you to turn around so he could put it on you. Once he did he turned you around and kissed you again. “Now everyone should will officially know.”

“Yes, cause them catching us making out not that long ago wasn’t enough.”

“Let’s just go eat.” He took your hand in his before taking the two of you back to the table. All of the boys watched as you two sat down.

“So, what news do you guys wanna share.” Wonho said sarcastically, even though everyone knew exactly what had happened not that long ago.

You reached over and smacked him. “Another word out of your mouth about this and you’ll regret it.”

Robb Stark Imagine- Part Two

Part 1

 The sun was low when you finally arose from the slumber that must have taken over you; you had forgotten how tiring crying could actually be. But then again, there had been no reasons for you to shed such an amount of tears prior to this time of… well you don’t really know what to call this time. There was the short time in your life without Robb, then the past years where you’re life consisted of only Robb and now this time, this time of such uncertainty and loneliness. Yes; you had the other Stark children, you had Jon and Sansa and Arya, but they weren’t Robb.

No one could ever be Robb, he was everything.

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Snippets of Valentine's day

By @amazingdentist

Just something very short, Scorbus-y, and hopefully very sweet.

****

“Al-buss!” A familiar sing-song voice called, “It’s time to wake up!”

Albus grumbled, opening his eyes a fraction, “Do I have to?”

“Only if you want to spend Valentine’s day with a certain gorgeous blonde!”

“And who might that be?” Albus teased, a smirk forming across his sleepy features. It was soon wiped off when a weight suddenly dropped onto the mattress, almost landing on top of him. “Scorpius, please! I need my beauty sleep.” He whined jokingly, tilting his head to look at the other boy.

A moment passed before Scorpius replied, “I don’t think all the sleep in the world could make that face any more beautiful!”.

Albus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist returning Scorpius’ wide, soppy grin.

“Can we just stay here all day?” He asked, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s waist.

“Hmmm… that does sounds like a good option right now,” hummed Scorpius, nuzzling into Albus’ side and planting a kiss on his cheek, “but no – I have plans! We have plans, more importantly! Plans that don’t involve snuggling in bed all day – not that I don’t enjoy this, of course,”

Albus grunted in response, feeling Scorpius’ warmth disappear from his side and an insistent hand tugging him up and out of bed.

***

Once they had eaten breakfast, Albus found himself being pulled enthusiastically along the corridors of the vast castle. They eventually came to a stop in front of a grand set of double doors.

“The library?” Albus asked dubiously, “Scorp, if this is how you planned we would spend today, then I thoroughly regret agreeing to get out of bed,”

“Excuse me, would you rather spend all day sleeping than with me? And are you saying you dislike the library? I am shocked, Albus Severus!” Scorpius grinned, poking his boyfriend playfully, “I just need to pick up a few books – it shouldn’t take long.”

“Okay, nerd.” Albus teased as he followed Scorpius into the library.

As they wandered through the maze of shelves, Albus smiled, realising that no one else would have taken their Valentine’s date to the library, even briefly. Yet he couldn’t imagine it any other way – Scorpius’ little traditions had become his too, and he loved every one of them.

He watched as Scorpius halted, concentration clear on his face as he scanned the shelf in front of him. Slightly impatient, Albus was about to offer his help when the other boy let out a little yelp of delight, having located the book he was looking for. Albus’ heart soared at the expression of joy on Scorpius’ face, and he suddenly couldn’t wait for them to be out of the library.

***

“You know, I think we make a great couple, because you make everything so interesting. For example, I would never have chosen to read this book, and yet here I am listening to you read it out loud,” Albus declared, snuggling closer under Scorpius’ arm, “And I’m enjoying it! I thought you were the biggest nerd, but I’m not so sure now – maybe you’re rubbing off on me!”

He faked disgust and horror at his words, drawing a chuckle from Scorpius.

“Hmm,” Scorpius said, “I’m not so sure. I, personally, find that having you around can be rather… counterproductive. You’re very distracting, you know. And as for that second part, well, I’ve known it all along – you are a huge nerd, Albus,”

“A huge nerd that loves you,” Albus corrected, grinning warmly. Peppering his words with small kisses to Scorpius’ face, he continued, “Loves you very, very much.”

“This is what I mean! So distracting.” Despite his protests, however, Scorpius didn’t seem to mind. He lay down the book gently before turning his head to meet Albus’ lips, which tasted vaguely of the Honeyduke’s chocolates they had been consuming in copious amounts throughout the day.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Al.”

Tucked away in a quiet corner of Hogwarts, the two weren’t worried about prying eyes as they continued the kiss. Most of the school was out at Hogsmeade, but they were both glad they’d decided to spend the day in the castle instead.

Imagine Jim flirting with you in front of Bones.

Originally posted by kennexmccoyy

The crappy little dive bar was filled with your Starfleet comrades, relaxing after a day filled with briefings for the next exploratory mission. You took a seat at the bar, ordered whiskey on the rocks. Running a hand over your face, thanking the bartender when he sets the glass in front of you.

You hear them before you see them, bickering as always.

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anonymous asked:

Could do a character analysis for Vixx Ravi & Hyuk! I stumbled upon ur writings & they're a lot of fun to read! Thanks for the hard work!

I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed whatever I’ve written so far. I hope you will continue to do the same~
I know I don’t always cover every inch of their personalities in these analyses but i only hope to give you guys a different perspective. that doesn’t take away from the majority of their image that you already have in their head!

Originally posted by thisisjustforfunval

ravi:

  • kim wonshik is the kind of person who was made to learn. he’s a curious person and he basically just imbibes knowledge. I don’t think it matters to him just what kind of information it is, as long as he can learn something from it and improve himself. the ultimate life long student
  • which clearly means that he thinks a lot, which makes me believe that though his emotional intelligence may not be the highest out there (Seriously so lost in social situations) he has intrapersonal intelligence - which includes looking into oneself, introspection, speculating about one’s wishes/ goals/ ambitions/ morals/ beliefs etc. This is someone who has painstakingly thought about each of his decisions and their implications. but would never vocally discuss it unless he was sure about it
  • but i think he’d be the kind of person who needs to say his ideas out loud to believe in them. like ask other people for their opinions about his songs or fashion choices. but he’ll only seek out those that he truly truly trusts
  • a giver through and through. Would never ask for his share, like that is not how he is built. But I wager he would have picked up that skill in this industry because you can’t be a pretty rich songwriter if you don’t demand your royalties right? but other than money, he’s a giver in terms of emotional and physical help and support. the kind of person who’d be at your beck and call if you desperately needed him
  • definitely doesn’t acknowledge his limits (hyuk does, though) and would be the type to push himself to exhaustion and would have to be told by others to take a break or get some rest
  • is down for chill hangout time anytime unless he’s working, in which case, new phone who dis
  • looks outward for love, affection and validation. an extrovert and an external (really, google these terms, it’s a super cool concept) and possibly finds the most comfort from ken
  • glad that he isn’t the leader because he’d find it too burdensome to have other people’s fates in his hands. that’s why he’s really grateful and indebted to N and leo because with them, he would never have to step up.
  • lowkey i think he loves controlling stuff and enjoys the heck out of being the producer in certain songs so he can tell his members what to do
  • we all know he’s kinky right?

Originally posted by hyukbinnie

hyuk:

  • has grown up into a very reliable person and maintains the cute maknae facade out of respect to his fans only. his hyungs are probably suffering behind the cameras.
  • the only other person in the group, other than N, who demands perfection from himself and from the team. i would want to say leo too but i feel like leo just doesn’t like it if things dont go the way he wants it, that doesn’t necessarily mean perfection. like if you wake him up when he feels sleepy, he’s probably ready to kill you. but hyuk understands the concept of sacrifice
  • i think he thinks he needs to give up more because his hyungs have been “taking on his burden” for so long which is so not true excuse me han sanghyuk you made it into this group based on your skillset my man.  i see this quality in jungkook and yugyeom too (my 97 line bowling babies)
  • a very logic oriented person. probably trained himself into thinking that showing emotion was a weakness and nobody ever did anything great while crying in a corner. also someone who would gladly step in as the leader
  • too detail oriented. i would give big bucks to figure out how his mind worked because in my opinion i think “out-of-place” things just stand out in his brain like he can zero in on things that are wrong - which would include finding out mistakes in choreography, figuring out who’s feeling down and why, always catching the liars and even picking out design or lyrical flaws (i read this one detective!sanghyk au and it was so on point wow loved it)
  • such a strong sense of duty. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were a young war general in his past life
  • i think even though he has so many people around him that love and adore him, he still feels very alienated. like no one truly ever understands what he feels like. i dont know where it’s coming from but he does space out sometimes and he gets this look of pity on his face like “here i am, in front of 100000 people that are screaming for me, why do i feel so lonely?” its a very sad thing to see
  • used to be so cute i get that but pls LOOK AT THE MAN HE’S GROWN UP TO BE
  • can and will handle a noona girlfriend someday
  • possibly hasn’t been the best brother out there but i think  he knows that and he knows that some mistakes cannot be fixed. you can just try and undo them for the rest of your life by being kinder and paying more attention to things.
  • he has this resigned acceptance to things which makes me think he definitely did not have an easy time growing up to be an adult. i feel very sad about that because i only see that in ravi and N and no one else.
spoonful of sugar | m

Originally posted by bwiseoks

◇ He enjoys teasing you as much as he enjoys loving you.

◇ Jin x reader

◇ sugardaddy!au

◇ more sugardaddy!jin -  sugar & spice

•••

It was a sunny day in Bora Bora - the waters were clear, the sun was hot, and the atmosphere was beautifully serene. You lay by the poolside, head tilted back onto the woven pool chair as you took in the warm rays of the sun. Beside you, on a pristine glass table, sat empty glasses, previously filled with sweet, alcoholic drinks that you had no idea existed until now.

You really wouldn’t be drinking alcohol if today was a normal day - Jin knew you had the worst hangovers even if you’d only consumed one drink, and therefore rarely allowed you to drink alcohol. But today wasn’t a normal day - it was your 1 year anniversary with Jin, and, as usual, he was off somewhere, discussing business deals and talking to a board of people in suits who would ultimately make or break him.

You were angry, of course. You loved Jin - he was your daddy, and he was a wonderful man to you - but one of the biggest problems you had with him was that he was very often away on business trips, galas, and banquets. You had thought when he had proposed a vacation to Bora Bora (suspiciously close to your anniversary) that he would at least take time off to spend with you.

You thought wrong. He left early in the morning, leaving you by yourself, and returned late at night, falling asleep beside you, only to start the process all over again the next day. It was your 5th day in Bora Bora and you had barely spent 20 minutes with Jin. The most you had heard from him was when you got up an hour or two early and watched him get dressed from your king-sized bed, since he insisted that you stayed sleeping.

Sighing, your eyes fluttered open, quickly adjusting to the bright weather that Bora Bora was blessed with - even if it was nearing sundown. The pool in front of you was quiet and tranquil, no soul in sight except for the waiter who would occasionally pass by and ask you if you wanted more drinks or would clean up the glasses you already had.

 Jin had bought the private pool for you in what you think was an attempt to amuse you for the duration of the week - but you could barely swim and even if you could some part of you wanted to be petty and completely ignore his gifts for abandoning you during the week.

You felt a light giddiness wash over you, the drinks taking affect and making you unaware of the growing darkness around you. You lay your head back, sniffling as you thought about how unfair things were for you. You had thought you had made your insecurities clear to Jin last time - and it seemed to be fine for a while, before he was back to only seeing you once or twice a week. You understood that he was busy, but that didn’t stop you from getting upset.

Stretching your hands above your head, you yawn into the quiet air - a day of doing absolutely nothing but drinking had taken a lot out of you. You leave the glasses on the table as you see the waiter scurry over to you, shooting a flurry of questions at you at the speed of light, are you okay, have you had enough, get back safe. It’s sad to say, but the waiter has spoken more to you in the past day than Jin has for the past week.

Grasping the Heidi Klein kaftan you had brought with you to the pool to cover yourself - still aware of Jin’s possessive nature -, you grin weakly at the waiter, nodding your head in thanks for his services before trudging off to the overwater bungalow suite, where you knew nobody would be waiting for you - maybe a pair of Louboutins or a new collar, but nobody that you wanted to see. 

Knowing that you wouldn’t be caught, you decide to skip dinner as well, wanting nothing more than to sleep, and cuddle something (somebody) in your arms. More than likely, it would be your duvet - again.

The night air is beautifully warm, a slight wind blowing against you and leading you to your room. You walk along the walkway that leads to your hut, completely transfixed by the sheer beauty of the water around you. You only wish daddy was there with you to witness it as well.

With a sigh, you push open the door to the hut you were staying in, your hopes downing as you saw that the place was empty. You knew that daddy wouldn’t be there, but you guess a part of you still thought he would come through on his promise and spend more time with you. Slipping off your Valentino sandals, you rub at your eyes. You’re tired and you want to cuddle and you’re suddenly hungry even though you decided to skip dinner-

“Stupid daddy,” you mutter, tears pricking at your eyes. You feel stupidly emotional, but then you remember again that it is your 1 year anniversary, and you were alone, in a beautiful suite with no-one to share it with. You pout, folding your arms angrily and plopping down onto the fluffy bed. “Always gone…”

“Really?” A voice muses. Your head shoots up and your heart is in your mouth as you look for the source of the voice. Your confused eyes fall on him - daddy -, blonde hair fluffy from running his hand through it, eyebrows cocked, dress shirt still prim and proper and tucked into Neiman Marcus dress pants, deliciously tight and fitting. 

Jin sighs in disappointment, running his hand through his blonde locks for what must be the millionth time that day. “And here daddy was,” he continues, cocking his head to the side as he inspects your upset self, “Returning from a meeting early to please his princess…”

“Please his princess,” you scoff, looking away from him. “Daddy doesn’t know how to please his princess. Daddy’s always gone, and daddy almost missed our anniversary, and we haven’t played in two whole weeks, and daddy probably doesn’t care about his ‘princess’ anymore, anyway-”

“Why would you think that?” You know he’s angry. His jaw is clenching, one hand in his pocket, the other clenched at his side. He frowns, looking at you, sitting on the bed, irritated and upset all because of him. He walks towards you, slowly, carefully, not wanting to upset you anymore than you already are, and bends down beside the bed so that he’s face to face with you.

 “Come on, princess,” Jin coos, bringing his hand up to soothingly rub his thumb over your soft skin. He sees the irritation and sadness mirrored in your eyes and he sighs at the huff that escapes you. “Didn’t we already have this talk? Daddy works hard so that he can buy pretty stuff for his princess-”

“I know that,” you whine, averting your eyes to the pretty view of the calm sea and night sky outside. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you don’t have time for me anymore-”

“Don’t say that.” His tone is assertive and he’s starting to get annoyed. He doesn’t know how he can fix this problem when there’s no solution. He needs to attend those meetings, those galas, those banquets and whatever else it is keeping him from you. “_____, princess, don’t you dare say that.”

The use of your actual name surprises you. Jin preferred assigning you pet names and you preferred calling him daddy - it was just how you were. He rarely uses your real name unless you were in public, but the way he says it now shows that he’s not messing around.

“Meetings are important,” he starts softly, holding you between his hands so that you don’t shy away from his gaze. “So are those galas that you like dressing up for, right?” He waits until you give a tentative nod of agreement.

“But you’re always going to be more important than them, to me. So while I may not be able to skip out on some meetings, or sometimes I’ll absolutely have to attend something…” He trails off, his hand rubbing loving circles into the skin of your neck. “Just know that daddy will always have time for you, okay? And when you start to doubt that, I’ll reassure you.”

The conversation has tears pricking at your eyes and your bottom lip trembles at the emotion Jin has conveyed to you. He raises an eyebrow in question - do you understand? And you’re lunging forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck, and his arms are wound around your waist and he’s muttering sweet nothings into your hair and he has fully convinced you that he will always be by your side.

For the next 10 minutes, he holds you in his arms, smoothing your hair down and pressing kisses to delicate skin that has you shivering. Your tears are dried and your mood has improved by 100, and you’re eager to finally play with Jin after two weeks of no playing and one week of no Jin.

“Daddy,” you mutter against the skin of his neck, warm and content and happy, “For our last night, can we…?” You trail off into silence, and Jin chuckles. He knows exactly how needy you are, especially after two weeks of no release.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiles, releasing his grip on you and standing up, already starting to undo his belt and button down his shirt. Grinning, you untie the two piece bikini you had on (a wonder Jin had let you wear it, actually), and place yourself on the soft bed, thrilled at finally getting to experience being fucked on the sheets you had been cuddling with for the whole holiday.

“Good girl,” Jin praises as he sees you on your hands and knees, completely bare except for the thin collar wrapped around your neck. He sets himself beside you on the bed, running his hands down your back, taking in the feel of your soft skin forming goose bumps. It’s been too long since he’s felt the way you tremble around him, how you gasp and pant and moan. Too long.

“Usually, I’d punish you for doubting daddy so bad,” Jin comments casually, running his hand through his hair again and positioning himself behind you, before bending down so that he’s arched over your body and closer to you. 

“But you had every right to be mad at me…” He continues, “So I’ll excuse the drinking and skipping dinner, as well.” He must’ve smelled the alcohol on you, and realized you had returned too early to the suite.

He;s pressing another smooth kiss onto your shoulders, trailing them from one to the other, sucking and marking and claiming and loving, rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit that glistens with your arousal. Gripping your hips with one hand, he presses into you, guiding himself with the other hand.

“So good,” he pants, throwing his head back and rolling his hips. “You’re so good, _____.” 

You practically glow at the praise through your own moaning and panting, grinding your hips back onto his cock that’s filling you so incredibly well, and then he’s bucking his hips, making to hit the sensitive spot on your walls with every thrust.

His hands are roaming up and down your body, from your hips to your shoulders to your hair and back again, all aiding in the growing pressure in your stomach.

“Daddy-” You break off, gasping for air as you feel yourself clench around him, “Please, can I-!”

“Go ahead, baby girl,” he grunts, voice trembling and control dwindling. His stomach clenches at the feeling of your walls, tight and warm around him. “Touch yourself.”

One of the hands that were holding yourself up was removed awfully quickly from underneath you - you begin to rub at the bundle of throbbing nerves desperately, chasing the release you needed. 

“Oh,” you frown at the immense pleasure, your pussy clenching once, twice, three times-

Your climax hits you hard; your vision goes white for a second as you cry out, barely registering the alarming amount of cum seeping out of you. You’re twitching at the over-sensitivity of Jin still pounding into you, who’s groaning at the sight of you squirting over his cock. He lets out a low groan and screws his eyes shut as his release shoots into you in spurts.

His hips are slowing down but they still roll into yours lovingly; he’s bent down again, pressing open-mouthed kisses onto your neck and hugging you close. The feeling of love and raw emotion in the air makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter - how did you get so lucky?

It’s only once Jin has removed himself from your warmth and cleaned you up as best as he could, tucked into the fluffy sheets, that you realize how in love with him you are.

Not just for the sex, or the money, or the vacations or clothes or anything else - but for him. Kim Seokjin, millionaire and CEO of Kim Enterprises, a surprisingly gentle and sensitive man who can give professional chefs a run for their money. Seokjin, who has become a protector, a lover and a friend to you during the last year; Jin, who always takes care of you after making love and makes sure you’re completely satisfied.

“Jin?” You question quietly, cuddled into his bare chest, his arms tight around you, his face close to yours but not close enough. “Do you love me?” Your heart pounds even though you already know the answer to his question.

Jin laughs, his eyes becoming crescents and his chest rumbling. “I thought that was obvious, baby,” his eyes twinkle as he peers down at you, a fond smile blooming on his face at the mere sight of you. “Why do you ask?”

“I just…” You frown, wondering how you should put it into words. “I guess I just… I realised that I love you so much, and I guess - I guess… what I’m trying to say is…” You sigh in irritation, eyebrows furrowing as  you try to ask him without embarrassing yourself or getting rejected.

“Why don’t we get married?”

It’s silent for a second between you two; the waves outside lap gently against the sand, the wind blows softly past your window, but all you can think of is Seokjin, arms around you in an embrace, blonde hair messed up from your session and the bright smile that was on his face a second ago.

“Actually,” you decide, “forget I said that, it was a bad idea-”

“I think it’s a brilliant idea,” Jin mutters. Your eyebrows raise in shock as he nods, a small smile reserved for you on his face. “We’ve been together for a year and I trust you more than people I’ve know for 3. I’m sure I love you, and I hope you love me - you do love me, don’t you?”

He knows the answer to his question already, but he enjoys teasing you as much as he enjoys loving you.