this may be based on a dream i had

BTS reaction to you are too shy for your first time with them

I’m going to write this as if it’s your first time in general. I’ll also write a little scenario for each one, so it kind of builds up to their reaction. Hope you enjoy! All of these are based off of dreams I’ve had…yes I’ve had dreams about my first time with all of them….don’t judge me. ~Admin Unnie


The two of you had been discussing your feelings towards sex since pretty early on in your relationship, possibly within the first few months. You both agreed at the time that you were both happy with where your relationship stood, and didn’t feel the need to put extra pressure on it by taking the next step, especially with his busy schedule, and whatever stress you may have in your life.

A little after your first anniversary, the two of you began to push the limits a little bit. It all started when you had gone over to visit him at his dorm, and you guys talked, eventually ending up making out. Usually, your makeouts were full of slow, sweet, sensual kisses, never straying from that. This time, the kisses were hungrier, stronger, and you both walked away with a few love bites, which had only happened one or two times before, but this time, it became a regular thing. Then came the making out while both of you were topless, then he became more touchy, his hand resting on your thigh more often than normal. Things kept going further, until the both of you had another discussion and decided you were both ready for the next step. 

Now, the idea that “it’ll just happen” was what you both believed in, but with his career, you guys needed to try to aim for days where you both had a free day, and when the other members would be gone. It was a couple of weeks after your discussion that one of these days popped up. You went over to the dorm, slightly anticipating, but not trying to get worked up, due to the amount of nerves you already had. 

The day started normally, he made you some food, you guys cuddled on the couch while watching a movie, but your nerves kept growing, especially since you could tell that Jin was a little tense. Eventually, the two of you retired to his room, like you normally would at this point in the day, not wanting your cuddle sessions to be intruded on, should the boys return home. This time was different though, as he had the room set up romantically. Unlit candles were set up, and he had scattered a few rose petals on the bed. As he moved to light the candles, you teased him about the petals, mainly to calm your nerves. Once he had all the candles lit, he went back to you and placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. As he kissed you, his hands would trail down to your hips, eventually gripping onto the hem of your shirt. At that point you would pull away, stepping back so he let go of your shirt. You would tell him that you were nervous and weren’t sure if today was the day. He would assure you that it was okay, that it would happen when it was supposed to, and that he would wait as long as you wanted or needed to. At his words, and the sight of him going around to blow out the candles and clean up, you realized just how good he was to you, and how comfortable you were with him, and you decided that you did want to sleep with him today, knowing that you could trust him. You would grab his hand as he moved to gather the petals, immediately pushing it up your shirt, letting him know that you were ready.

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Contrary to Jin, you and Yoongi would have gotten close to doing the deed quite often, only stopping because a member would walk in, usually Jin since he is the roommate, or because something would come up, causing the two of you to have to stop.

One day, he decided to bring you along to the studio with him, knowing that after that day, he wouldn’t get to see you as much due to his schedule getting busier. You would sit off to the side on your phone or reading for the majority of the time, until he decided you weren’t close enough and convinced you to sit on his lap while you worked.

He would play you samples of his songs occasionally for your opinion, eventually coming to one he had written for/about you. His cheeks would be pink the entire time you listened to it, getting really shy when you turned to look at him once it was over. You would tell him how much you loved it, giving him a kiss as a thank you. The kiss would quickly turn deeper, as you moved so you would be straddling his lap. The next few minutes would be a blur to you as the two of you would end up on the floor of his studio (or a couch, from the pictures I haven’t seen a couch in it so however you wanna imagine it), as you were shirtless and he was trailing kisses down your abdomen. Once his lips reached the hem of your pants/shorts/skirt, he would feel you tense up. He would sit up to look at you in concern, and ask if you wanted him to stop.

You would reply that you were shy to show yourself to him, and that since this time there was a very low chance of anyone coming in, it all seemed more real to you, making you even more nervous. He would tell you that if you didn’t want to continue, he would stop right there, especially since he wanted to make your first time as perfect for you as possible, and the floor of his studio wasn’t exactly what he had imagined. He would ultimately leave it up to if you wanted to continue. If you thought that the location didn’t matter, as long as it was with him, you would probably end up having sex. If you wanted a more comfortable place, the two of you would wait until you were alone at the dorm or your place.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


Since the moment the two of you shared the “I love you”s, he would have wanted to make that special physical, emotional, and intimate connection. He wouldn’t pressure you though. Unlike the other members, he would be a little more forward in his advances, and be more open to discussion about if you were ready to take the next step, while making sure he didn’t pressure you in anyway. If he ever felt that he had pressured you, he would become a little distant, because he would beat himself up over being “that guy”.

Each time you would tell him the same thing, since no one had ever seen you that way, you were really nervous about it, and not sure when you would be comfortable enough to share your body with him. He would respond the same every time, that he loved you for more than your body, but he would wait forever if it meant he was still with you.

Eventually, you would grow to be more comfortable, but by that point, Hoseok’s advances had become less common. With that, you decided to surprise him, checking the boys’ schedules to find a time that he would be at the dorm alone, or he would be able to come to your place. When you found that day, you would make sure he knew you would be waiting for him, or that he was coming over, and you would prepare yourself.

He would find you on the bed in a sweet lingerie, nothing to sexy, more on the innocent side. His first reaction would be “are you sure”, wanting to make sure you didn’t feel like you were obligated to have sex with him. After you assured him that this was your choice, he would make sure you were comfortable and loved for the entire night.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


The two of you would be very open about sex in your relationship, constantly discussing preferences (or possible preferences in your case), your thoughts on certain kinks/fetishes, and anything else. Nothing was a secret in your relationship.

However, whenever the two of you got close to being intimate yourselves, you would get shy and tell him you couldn’t continue, to which he was very understanding. The two of you would never really discuss sex between the two of you, sticking to it as an idea rather than something that the two of you would possibly eventually do.

He would have come to visit you at your house (if you live outside of Korea, he would have taken a short break to fly out to visit you). You would be cuddling in your bed after having dinner with you family (or friends or guardians, whichever it is for you). You would be in the spooning position, him the big spoon, having one of your sex discussions, inspired by a kink you had seen on the internet, and you wanted to know his opinion, as well as voice yours.

It was a kink that you didn’t have a negative feeling towards, something that you may be willing to try once at some point in your life. I was you were discussing your thoughts, you could feel his member hardening against your but. You would tense up slightly and you would feel your body heating up, both in nervousness and in slight arousal.

Once he realized you’d noticed, he would take your reaction as you being uncomfortable, and excuse himself to take care of things. You would stop him before he fully got off the bed, offering to take care of it. Whether you would give him a handjob/blowjob for the first time, or if you would go all the way is up to you. He wouldn’t push you towards either one.

Originally posted by ksjknj


The two of you would never have really discussed sex before, although you guys were all over each other in terms of making out and walking around with hickeys. Basically, the two of you were comfortable with each other and where you stood in your relationship.

It would be one day that you were over at the dorm, and the two of you got into a fight. Now, based on what the members have said about Jimin having the worst temper and being the scariest when angry, I can imagine fights with him can be pretty bad. This one would be the worst one in your relationship so far, and you would find yourself locked in the bathroom crying.

For the first few minutes, he would knock nonstop, begging you to come out so that he could apologize properly and the two of you could talk things out calmly. Eventually, he fell silent, but you could still see his shadow through the crack at the bottom of the drawer.

You would lose track of how long you stayed locked in there. At one point, you would hear him tell the other members that he was going to skip practice and wait for you to come out. You would wait a few minutes after hearing the front door close before opening the bathroom door, causing Jimin to almost fall backwards as he had been sitting on the floor, leaning against the door.

You would see tear stains on his face, matching yours. He would apologize for upsetting you so much that you felt like you had to lock yourself away, and you would both calmly state how you felt in what caused the argument, before both apologizing for the argument altogether. He would pull you into a hug, causing you to have to crawl into his lap as you were both still sitting on the floor.

He would give you an apology kiss that would turn deeper than either of you planned. You would subconsciously grind your hips into his, causing a groan to leave his mouth, which would leave yours for a few seconds. Along with the groan, you would feel him harden underneath you, causing you to crawl off of his lap as you felt your cheeks heat up.

After gathering his faults, he would offer to make you ramen or something else to eat, quickly getting up from the floor and moving to the kitchen. Either the two of you would forget what happened and go on with the night, or you would eventually have your first time, depending on how you felt.

Originally posted by sosjimin


Taehyung is also another one where the two of you wouldn’t really discuss it, but there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ready to go forward, especially since he was also a virgin. all these people saying that there’s no way but Hobi was his first kiss and when would he have time since then to even meet a girl (or guy) like seriously, the only way would be if he slept with another member, but in this reaction world, that’s not a thing

It would be one of your pillow fort dates. These would consist of cuddling, watching anime or horror movies, lots of snacks, and, of course, tickle fights. The movie playing would be long forgotten as he pinned you down to the blankets and pillows and relentlessly danced his fingers along your skin.

Somehow, you would end up in a position where your legs were wrapped around his waist, presumably to try to trap him, and your hands were pinned down, from when you had tried to fight back so he had to in order to protect himself.

The two of you would stare at each other, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down, before he would lean down and capture your lips. He would slowly lower himself so he was fully settled between your legs, without breaking the kiss. The kiss would get deeper and deeper, more passionate than any kiss the two of you had previously shared. He would grind his hips into yours, and that’s when you would pull away, telling him to wait as your cheeks heated up. You would push at his shoulders, and he would take the hint to climb off of you.

After that, the two of you would finally have that serious conversation about how the two of you felt about moving forward in that way. Whether or not things picked back up that night, the two of you would feel better, knowing that the air was finally fully cleared.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


The two of you would try to avoid any mentions of sex between you two, whether you guys even realized or not. It wouldn’t be until some of the members started to tease you that the two of you even began to think about it.

One day you would either be sleeping at the dorm with him or he would be sleeping over at your house, when the two of you decided to play a game of truths. It was a game you guys had came up with when you first started dating, where basically you would tell your innermost feelings, or something you had thought about lately, or just random facts you hadn’t informed the other of yet, and the other could not judge, with the exception of slight teasing in a joking way, only respond with their thoughts or advice on the topic.

You would be a few rounds into the game, when you decided to take a serious turn, saying, “I kind of wanna have sex with you, but I’m really nervous.”

Jungkook would lay quiet for a few minutes before responding with, “I also kind of wanna have sex with you, but I’m also really nervous.”

That would spark the first conversation between the two of you about your feelings towards sex in your relationship, and if you were ready to give yourselves fully to each other. You guys would come to an agreement, both of you realizing you felt the some way, before sharing a goodnight kiss. That kiss would deepen, and even if the two of you had decided you were content with the way things were, you would still end up having sex for the first time that night.

It would probably be very awkward, since you were both nervous, and it wasn’t planned in the slightest bit (I mean most of these situations, if not all would probably be awkward since that’s usually how first times go), but the two of you would still find it perfect.

Originally posted by bangtan

About Mark Lee

You guys don’t understand how much respect I have for Mark Lee. I’m so serious about this. It’s such a hard thing to just move to a different country and learn the language. THEN you train and train and train for years in order to do what you’ve been dreaming of for a long time.

He’s kind of a role model for me because I want to be like him. Not necessarily a Kpop star or whatever, but I’d want to have that same passion for something that I love and just run with it as far as I can go.
Another thing is that he can take criticism when people want to help him improve. It’s very difficult to take something that someone has said to you like “you need to work on this more” or “this isn’t very good but let me tell you how to make it better” and turn that into something great with a positive attitude. I still struggle with that but just seeing Mark work with it makes me want to be more open to constructive criticism. People that succeed are people that allow others to teach them and help.

Mark may be my bias but I feel the same way about Johnny, Winwin, Kun, Yuta, Ten, Chenle, and Renjun. They had the courage to move to Korea and actually get through their training. I’m very proud to be a fan of NCT and I’m so happy that we have such a supportive fan base that loves each other.

Daenerys x Female Reader

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Imagine being a ruler of your own kingdom and meeting with Daenerys to arrange an alliance.

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Heyy, could do please do more daenerys x readers or maybe mini series? I just really love your stories !!

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A quick pic I made based on some of the imagery in that dream I had (with Stan stuck as a wolf and paranoid Ford trying to kill him). I’m actually tempted to write something about it now that I have my bluetooth keyboard and can write at uni…

anonymous asked:

I don't get the Wonder Woman shaving post. You are assuming all women shave for guys and that's not true. Lots and lots of women do it simply because they prefer it. I personally feel smoother and more physically comfortable when I shave and so do many other women. Shaving just because men expect it is bad, shaving is general is not and doesn't need to be vilified.

[here is the relevant post with past commentary]

hello dear, i am assuming best intentions with this ask and will answer it as kindly and as informatively as possible:

i am not vilifying anything, or anyone. however, women removing body hair is not a socially or politically neutral act, and any woman’s choice to remove hair or not does not exist in a vacuum and does reflect cultural and gendered socialization.

simply put, women’s individual preferences for smoothness and levels of comfort/revulsion associated with female body hair are not innate and do not exist in a vacuum. like many, many other things in women’s lives, those feelings are a direct result of gendered socialization, which has influenced our choices and self-perception and how other people see us since before we were even born.

the only reason the vast majority of women [outside of professional athletes like my sister] even know what that “smoothness” feels like is because we are raised to understand female body hair is something to be removed. 

in the western world,* this has only been the case for the last 100 or so years, and the reason this is the case has to do with capitalism, doing one of its favorite things and preying on women’s insecurities for profit.

in fact, 2015 is the 100 year anniversary of when gillette began marketing razors to women. prior to 1915, women’s clothing traditionally covered most of the body. your great grandmother would never have thought to shave her legs or under her arms, because no one was going to see her there until she was married—and even then, there was a high degree of modesty. 

however, about a hundred years ago, gowns with sheer sleeves [or no sleeves!] came into fashion. the razor manufacturer gillette was about 15 years old, and looking for a way to expand profits, especially while their main customer base became involved in a world war. [more on this here]

so they began putting out ads, explaining to women that the removal of their “objectionable” hair would be crucial to their staying in fashion, lest they risk public humiliation:

allow me to reiterate: these razor manufacturers, who were all men motivated purely by a desire to increase profits, suggested to women that their natural selves were undesirable. within about 5-7 years, beginning with the upper classes, women accepted this suggestion, internalized it, and began removing body hair. as usually happens with fashion, this trend was adopted in other classes, associated permanently with the concept that the natural hair was undesirable and embarrassing.

in the 1940s, the trend expanded to cover the legs, with a mix of the same advertising tactics and the emergence of hairless pinup art [female objectification]. and in the last 20 or so years has stretched to pubic hair as well, this time influenced by pornography [female objectification/degradation] as well as the advertising tactics. in fact, these cycles are repeating themselves outside of the western world—this is a pretty great article about how companies who make hair removal products are trying to replicate those advertising campaigns from the 1920s and 40s in china today, by convincing chinese women [who have little body hair and traditionally hadn’t worried about removing it] that the removal is necessary.

many, many women feel more comfortable shaving. i know that as early as 9 years old i was begging my mother to let me shave the tiny little leg and armpit hairs that i had. shaving was a sign of maturity for me, and i was terrified of being made fun of by the other kids in my class, boys and girls, for the peach fuzz on my legs. i LOVED shaving. it made me feel grown up, and didn’t want to give it up when i accidentally shaved a piece of skin the size of a quarter off of my shin, or when i got horrible razor burn and cried through a day of school, or when the stubble became itchy and ingrown. i used to send almost exactly the same messages to feminist blogs that were critical of hair removal and the beauty industry at large.

but absolutely none of that is innate behavior. it is all learned—i never even saw a woman with natural body hair until i was a 18 years old and a freshman in college. i had grown up looking at razor commercials of beautiful women sliding stainless steel over hairless legs. i had read “embarrassing” stories of girls who had gotten the moment of their dreams with their cute crush only to have him recoil in horror when they touched a stubbly leg. i had desired to shave and associated shaving with comfort and maturity, just as i was conditioned to.

but wonder woman? there are no male capitalists on themyscira. there are no  cultural institutions based on female subjugation, shame, or embarrassment. and there is no way she takes time out of her day to shave.

*devout muslims have practiced hair removal for hundreds of years, and ancient egyptians, greeks and romans of both genders may have practiced depilation at different periods for various reasons.

The Parker Twins BTS: Obsessions - Peter Parker x twinsister!Reader

Words: 2162
Pairing: Peter Parker x Twin Sister!Reader
Featuring: Tony, May, Ned, deh
Warnings: im obsessed with dear evan hansen
Summary: After Tony Stark finds out about a particular obsession of yours, he decides to make a dream come true.
Authors Note: I’m trash. I think that’s all I have to say.

A few months back Jadyn and I wrote a little series based on the twins, (Y/N) and Peter Parker. But that actually had a plot that piggybacked on one another. This, however, does not connect to the plots of that series (exactly). This series will consist of little fics that would happen between the Parker Twins that are not long enough to make a full fic, so we will be adding to them randomly. All you need to know, if you do not want to read the previous fics, is that (Y/N) has the power of teleportation and can teleport to any place in sight, and got her powers three years before Peter- AND they can read each other’s minds! They were both recruited by Tony for Civil War, but (Y/N) changed sides to help Cap halfway through- but ended up escaping out of the prison.

Peter / Parker Twins / Full Masterlist


“I still can’t believe you think aliens don’t exist,” You rolled your eyes as you and Peter were on Skype with Ned. “Literally, we’ve seen God’s from other planets! Thor and Loki, they’re real! And Vision, he’s a literal robot! How can you not believe in aliens?”

Peter watched with amusement, covering his mouth to hide his laughs. Of course, he knew about Peter’s abilities, it was an accident, but he knew. Which meant he also suspected you…and Ned and you were never closer. “I’m not saying they don’t exist, (Y/N), I’m just saying that it’s really tough to prove it.”

“Ned, you out of all people, I thought would believe in them!” You groaned. “Why don’t you? There is so much proof! Hell, I’m living proof that this world is not what we think! Peter and I fought next to Vision, I fought against and with Wanda Maximoff, and if I stuck around longer we probably would have seen Thor!” You argued. “Why not aliens?”

Ned burst out laughing and so did Peter. “What the hell guys? This is serious!”

“Oh, no, we know. I totally believe aliens exist,” Ned admitted. “But Peter dared me at school today to see how much we could aggravate you. So we chose aliens, knowing it’s one of your obsessions. I also bet to Peter that you would mention the Avengers at least twice. I won.”

Peter covered his mouth and snickered. “Sorry, (Y/N), but it had to be done!”

“I hate you both,” You groaned and covered your face. “I’m gonna start sing-screaming your most favorite musical, Ned, you deserve it,” You stuck your tongue out.

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Waking Days Ch1 - Enter Bill Cipher

A/N: Helllooo and thank you for being so patient with me. I know, I know, with that little joke I had it coming, but look, I’ve finally delivered!

I took a long while with figuring out a title for the long fic, and I may change it later, but this is what I’ve got for now, so feedback is appreciated. (And yes, the chapter title is literally the same one as from Flat Dreams. I am a nerd.) Enjoy, you guys. :3

Warning: Implied substance abuse. 

AU by @doodledrawsthings. Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.”

W. Shakespeare, Cymbeline

Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.

Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this. He’d been thrown into this form with no directions, no explanation except “You must absolve your crime.”

Yeah, great, what the hell did that even mean.

He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this sack of flesh didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could die, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can break.

He didn’t now.

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Best friends L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry for the time gap between uploads don’t hurt me :) so i had this dream last night with Luke in it and it was a bit dirty so i may or may not base a smut off of that at a later point but anyway here’s some Luke action for you.

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: y/n has been in love with her best friend Luke for a while and she accidentally spills it.


“stop being a pussy and tell him y/n” Michael exclaimed, rolling his eyes at me.

“I can’t tell him, are you serious!? 1, he’s got a girlfriend and 2 he’s my best friend I can’t just go up and say that I like him” I replied, chewing my bottom lip at the craziness of this whole situation.

Luke and I have been best friends since I was born. Our mum’s are best friends so it was inevitable for Luke and I to become close. We stuck by each other when we went through that ‘ew cooties’ stage and the awkward ‘wow she’s grown boobs’ stage but things changed when feelings started to develop.

It sounds crazy that I’m in love with my best friend, like one of those fan fictions but it’s true. I love Luke Robert Hemmings and he can never know. Which is why it was a horrible idea to tell Ashton who went and told Calum who then told Michael because now they’re all pressuring me to pursue Luke.

He’s got a girlfriend, Arzaylea and him have been dating a little over a year now and it hurts when I see them together and apparently it’s clear as day to the boys. Luke can be oblivious at times, I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long without Luke finding out that I love him. I can’t break him and Arzaylea up, he seems to really like her and I don’t want to lose him and jeopardise our friendship.

“yeah a girlfriend who’s a bitch” Calum snorted.

“I think she’s nice” I said in defence.

“y/n you hate her more than any of us” Ashton laughed. I chuckled and nodded, taking a sip of my beer.

“yeah okay she’s a bitch” I agreed making all the boys laugh.

“so are you going to tell him?” Calum asked once everyone calmed down.

“no I’m not, I’m not going to jeopardise our friendship just because I love him okay!” I sighed. The boys all looked behind me and I immediately knew what was happening. “Luke’s behind me isn’t he?” I asked, they all nodded so I turned around in my chair and saw Luke with a furrowed expression on his face.

We made eye contact and as soon as we did I ran out of there, not wanting to hear whatever Luke had to say. I heard him call my name but I continued running until I entered my bedroom. As I went to close the door Luke slid into my room and stood in front of the closed door. My eyes widened and I took a few steps back.

“you love me?” he asked calmly. I chuckled nervously.

“no I don’t, I just said that so they would stop asking me if I liked anyone. You know how they are” I was trying to be convincing but by the way Luke kept on taking steps towards me I knew he didn’t believe me. I kept moving until my back was against the wall and Luke was inches away from me. He pressed his hands on either side of my head and caged me in with his arms.

I’ve been close to Luke before, he’d have me pinned underneath him at times while he tickled me relentlessly or he’d jokingly press wet kisses to my neck but this is different. Luke is different. His eyes are dark and his lip is caught under his teeth. His breathing is different, it’s tense and fast like he’s just ran a marathon.

“L-Luke” I stuttered.

“y/n why are you so nervous, it’s just me” he hummed, brushing his nose against my neck. 

I screwed my eyes shut and tilted my head away from him which just gave him more access to my neck. I felt his soft lips caress my neck, ghosting across my skin like mist. Then I heard him mutter 4 little words that made my eyes go wide. 

“I love you too y/n, so so much”

“w-what?” I stuttered. He pressed solid kisses to my neck and kissed in stray areas until I let out a small whine when he found my sweet spot. I felt him smirk before he sucked on that area causing the air to be knocked out of me. I fisted his t shirt in my hands and tilted my head back to give him even better access.

“what about Arzaylea?” I asked through moans. Luke took his head from my neck and looked at me.

“don’t worry about her, it’s just you and me now y/n” he said with a small smile. I bit my lip and brought my hands from his shirt to cup his neck, pressing my lips to his softly. Luke responded quickly and kissed back with fiery passion. 

He brought his hands from the wall to my waist and guided me to my bed, removing his lips momentarily as he pushed me down on the bed. Luke pulled his t shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor before climbing over me. I looked over his body, his broad shoulders, the way his milky skin pudged slightly at the stomach leading to blonde hairs making his happy trail, disappearing into his tight jeans.

When my eyes connected back to Luke’s I was faced with a cheeky smirk that sent shivers down my spine and a wet patch in my underwear. “like what you see?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I always have” I replied with a look of determination. 

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me gently before peppering kisses down my neck to the neckline of my flimsy tank I was wearing. He sucked spots over my chest and attached his lips to the cleavage peeking out of the top of the tank top.

“can I take this off baby?” he asked, his fingers running underneath the hem of the top. I muttered a yes and soon my tank was lying on the floor laying next to Luke’s top. “I’ve been wanting to touch these pretties for such a long time” he moaned, sitting up slightly in a straddling position and cupping my boobs.

I was sick of his teasing so I took matters into my own hands and reached behind my back to unclip my bra, flinging it across the room once I had. Luke’s eyes widened and he immediately leaned down to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth.

I let out loud moans as he sucked harshly, moving to my other nipple. I felt his mouth leave my nipples before biting and sucking the skin around, creating small hickeys all over my breasts. He moved down and bit my stomach, licking over the area to soothe the fresh wounds. 

“your ass looks so fucking good in these jeans baby, but it would so much better with me pounding in and out of you” he practically growled out the words, tugging down the zipper of my favourite pair of jeans. 

I whimpered out Luke’s name at his wording and stuck my butt up a little so he could pull my jeans down my legs.

He bit his lip as he looked over my body, taking in every curve and bump with his eyes until our eyes met. He smiled and leaned up to kiss me gently. “I love you so much” he muttered. My heart swelled at his words so I kissed him harder and went to pull down the zipper of his jeans.

He moaned against my mouth as I cupped his bulge through his underwear. I thought it’d be awkward, Luke and I having sex after all we’ve been through together but it isn’t. It’s one of the most natural things I’ve ever done. 

“y/n please” he whined as I lightly rubbed over his boxers. 

I knew the tough act wouldn’t hold up, no matter how tough and dominant Luke acts he’ll always be that awkward kid at heart. 

I giggled at his pleas and dipped my hands underneath his boxers to wrap my hand around his thick and hard member. He let out a throaty groan and dug his head into my neck. “don’t laugh at me y/n” he pouted like a child, whimpering as I rubbed circles on his tip, spreading around the precum that had built up.

I took my hand from his boxers causing Luke to look at me and brought my cum covered fingers to my mouth, sucking them off making him groan. He quickly removed his jeans and grabbed a condom from his back pocket before returning to me.

His thumbs hooked underneath my underwear then he looked up into my eyes for reassurance. “can I?” he asked softly. 

I bit my lip and nodded, closing my eyes as I felt my underwear being slowly pulled down my body. I sucked in a deep breath when I felt Luke’s warm breath hit my core. 

“open your eyes beautiful” he whispered, tapping my thighs. I opened my eyes and looked at Luke between my legs. “there’s those gorgeous eyes” he smiled. I watched as his hands spread my thighs and his eyes rake over me.

I felt self conscious under his gaze and immediately covered myself with my hands, not wanting him to look at me any longer. Luke pulled my hands away and looked at me with reassurance. “it’s just you and me baby, don’t worry about anything else” he smiled.

I bit my lip and nodded before letting out a small yelp at the unexpected sensation of Luke’s tongue pressed flat against me. I arched my back off the mattress as his tongue wiggled it’s way between my folds only to be pushed back down my Luke’s hand.

“Luuuke” I whimpered, gripping his hair tight between my fingers. He groaned against me causing sparks of pleasure to rush through me, making me moan louder. I felt his lips wrap around my clit and suck harshly and I could already feel my high approaching.

Luke circled a finger around my entrance before pushing it in and curling it so it hit my g-spot. I came unexpectedly when he added a second finger, my body couldn’t handle his harsh sucking on my clit and his thick fingers prodding at my g-spot. 

He lifted his head to look at me and I whimpered at the sight of his chin and mouth, dripping with my cum and juices. I pulled him up and pressed my lips against his so I could taste myself on his mouth. My hands slipped under his boxers and tugged slightly on his hard member.

He whimpered against my mouth and ground his bulge into my hand. I tugged his boxers down his thigh and wrapped my hand around his hard dick properly. “no, I’m not going to last. I need you now” he rushed, looking at me dead in the eye as he slid the condom onto his length.

“you ready y/n?” he asked, looking into my eyes for reassurance. I nodded and kissed him as I felt his tip nudge at my entrance. He slid in fully and I gasped at the slight burn I felt from the stretch caused by how big he was. “you okay?” he asked, alarmed at my reaction.

“I’m fine, you can move” I whispered once I had gotten used to his size. Luke started to grind his hips with mine, slipping in and out of me. I let out cries as the pleasure consumed me and scratched my nails down his back. Luke dug his head in my neck and bit down on my shoulder.

“I love you” he muttered over and over again as his slow deep thrusts became slightly slower, indicating that he was close. I reached between us to circle my fingers over my clit as I felt my high approaching. Every thrust, every sound, every movement either of us made was full of love. We didn’t need anything else, it was just us.

“Luke I’m close” I gasped.

“same baby” he returned in my neck. My high approached quick and I hugged Luke’s body tight as I released, crying out his name as tears escaped my eyes. I felt Luke’s warm cum release into the condom before he slid out and removed the condom from him.

He collapsed next to me and brought me to cuddle into his chest. He was sweaty and sticky from our activities and I’m sure I was too but neither of us cared. We were happy together and that’s all that mattered.

“I love you Luke”

“I love you too y/n”

Little Arrow

“Little Arrow” is based off this dream I keep having of our beloved Daryl Dixon. I decided to write it as a short story, though I may continue it as the dreams continue (if they do).

Daryl acts like he may finally be ready to take this ‘relationship’ to the next level, but then he tells you a heartbreaking reality.

  • Daryl Dixon
  • 1015 Words
  • No warnings that I know of
  • I am writing this at 3am so excuse how poorly this is written <3 I may rewrite eventually~

You walked up to the neighboring house of Alexandria. Rick called a meeting for the morning once Negan’s men had left yesterday, claiming over half of the rations this time and taking a couple of your people. Luckily, they hadn’t caught sight of Daryl, who was just coming back from Hilltop for a quick visit.

The chatter was loud, even with the door shut. You didn’t want to walk in, knowing that this meeting was the meeting. Rick would split all of you up, keeping you as far from them as possible, seeing as Negan and his men clearly knew you were a little too close to the escapee.

Deep in your own thoughts, you missed the shadow of a man standing on the far end of the porch, at least until a low growl escapes his lips and you were forced to spin around, hand on the knife strapped to your thigh.

Daryl stepped out of the shadows and raised his hands in the air, giving himself in. “Jus’ me. Though I been injured by everybody but you.” He joked.

You dropped your hand and shook your head, a smile hint of a smile playing on the corners of your lips. “I figured you would be halfway back to Hilltop after yesterday.”

This time, Daryl smiled. He shook his head and some little brown hairs fell into his face, causing him to squint just a little bit more.

“Ready to head inside?” You asked him and rested your hand on the doorknob.

“Wait,” Daryl nodded to the spot he was standing two minutes ago, and walked back over, taking his position.

With a little confusion plastered across your face, you follow suit and stand beside the man. He’s digging around in his pocket, finally able to find what he was in search for.

He pulled out a rectangle, black box. “I saw this and I…. Jus’ open it.” He thrusted the box into your hands.

“Daryl…” You looked at him warily before taking the box and staring at it for a moment before you decided to finally open it, a gasp passing your lips as you noted the small necklace inside. “Oh my…”

“It’s an arrow. See?” Daryl peered into your hands and pointed at the little object. “’cause you’re my little arrow.” He beamed and you felt your heart melt. ‘Arrow’ was always his nickname for you, since the day the two of you met.

You had never seen Daryl this excited about anything—in fact, you couldn’t remember seeing him feel much of any emotion. It was a nice change, and you hated that after this moment, you two would most likely have to go your separate ways.

“It’s beautiful.” You tilted the box so the necklace fell a little more in place. It was a beautiful arrow with a stone of your favorite color in the middle. It was either very sweet how he remembered, or a huge coincidence. “Can you…?” You motioned to the piece of jewelry and Daryl carefully took it out of the package for you.

You spun around, pulling your hair to the side so Daryl could easily slip his arms around you and clasp the necklace around your neck. You could feel his breath on you; it was warm and you had to admit, you wanted more.

“Thank you, Daryl.” You look over your shoulder at him, giving him a big smile and assuring him this was the best damn present you thought anybody had given you. “This means the world to me.”

And it did. You and Daryl had been flirts toward each other for months now. It was apparent that you two had something between you, but Daryl was too shy to ever act. In fact, any time the others would bring it up, Daryl quickly left the room or he would turn bright red and refuse to speak to anyone for a week. You thought maybe the flirting was all in your head. Until he was taken by Negan.

His crooked smile appeared on his lips. It was adorable how his sky blue eyes never left your eyes. Not to be cheesy; but you wanted to soar away in them, get lost. You cherished those moments you could stare into his eyes and imagine the two of you running away in a normal world.

A normal world would mean you wouldn’t have to worry about men such as Negan wandering through the gates at any minute, threatening to take the one person you cared about. Those few weeks without Daryl were the worst, you had no intention of going back into that deep, dark hole.

Daryl turned his head and this mask draped over his face instantly and his shoulders tensed up. “I’m leavin’.”

Immediately, you knew what was about to happen. Another argument. “Okay. As long as I’m beside you.”

Daryl snapped his head up, although he avoided eye contact this time. “Negan is on the lookout for me. I ain’t gonna be the reason yer caught too.”

He wouldn’t understand. “I don’t care about that. You can’t be out there on your own, Daryl.”

“If anything ever happens to you…” He choked up and turned his head away. 

Without much thought, you grabbed the man by his cheeks and kissed him.

Before the walker infestation, you would watch romantic movies. They all told you the first kiss was meant to be “magical” and fireworks were supposed to go off around you. Some even told you there would be an ‘awe’ from the crowd or an applause.

This kiss was so much more than any of that. Magical didn’t describe it enough.

Daryl hesitated, but only for a brief second before his hand clamped on the back of your neck, throwing himself into the kiss. You stumbled back a couple of steps until your back hit the railing, steadying the two of you as the kiss became a little too clumsy, but still sweet and full of passion; a passion only a man neglected of the word all his life could give.

The Thing About Carnival Row...

I’m pleased as punch to announce that Amazon has ordered Carnival Row to series. This, as I may or not have mentioned, is the series based on my first script. And it’s been a long journey for me. I was a second-year film student when I had the idea. I don’t know where it came from. Maybe that trip to England, with the production of Midsummer Night’s Dream and the Jack the Ripper walking tour. Or the film noir class and the Brian Froud book I picked up after a shift at the school library. But at some point, this imaginary place, this sooty Victorian city where humans and mythical creatures lived side by side started to come into focus. And I wrote a short student film about a police inspector who shows up at a brothel where this faerie prostitute has been un-winged and murdered. And we come to realize that he’s hiding something from the other police on the scene, that the victim means something to him.

I was probably biting off a little more than I could chew, but I was desperately in love with it. It had big wet emotions and English accents and social implications and fog and gaslight and creatures. I wanted to film it. Very badly. And I was hell-bent to figure out a way to do it. I wrangled some friends. I found a production designer. Went driving around at night after class and found like the only cobblestone street in Winston-Salem.

I was crushed when the school rejected the pitch, but my screenwriting advisor convinced me to turn it into a feature script. I didn’t want to at first. I was heartbroken. I’d wanted to make it. But he was insistent, to his credit, and the idea wouldn’t go away. So I spent the next two years writing, bringing pages to him, etc. And he’d give me notes. How to write economically. Using white space to draw the eye. Using active verbs instead of “is.” The script wasn’t just a sandbox. It was a classroom. It was the script I learned to write on.

I never thought of selling it at that point. Hollywood seemed lightyears from my little room in North Carolina. I honestly never imagined it could sell. I liked it too much to think so. It was just some fun I was having. Written for an audience of one. So in my last year at school, when an alumni in LA called to say his boss was looking for material and asked if I’d send that thing I’d been working on, I sent the script along, not really expecting anything to come of it. But a few months later, I get this call in my dorm room. And he says, “I can’t say much. But you should know — you’re about to start getting phone calls.” And my life was never the same. By the same time the following year, the script, Killing on Carnival Row, had been bought by New Line. I had reps. I had meetings on backlots. I had a career.

Even so, Carnival Row sat unproduced for over a decade. And for much of that time, I harbored almost no hope for it. It was either unlikely to get made or unlikely to get made in a way I’d have anything to say about. I had to learn to think of it as a sacrificial lamb. This thing I loved very intensely once, and gradually had to let go of. It was my first good idea. The one I bought my career with. And that was that.

The fact that it’s getting made now is extraordinary. The fact that anything gets made is extraordinary, of course. But the fact that I get to be there. Talking about the color of the wallpaper or the shape of faerie wings. Giving notes to artists. Going over lists of actors and location photos. Looking for the right cobblestone street — That, my friends, is a miracle. Because after all these years, that kid who was too dumb to be afraid he was biting off more than he could chew is back in my life, and he’s finally getting to make his weird little movie. And like Rene said at lunch the other day, “If that isn’t the fun we signed up for, it doesn’t exist.“

Above: Salvador Dalí painting St. John of the Cross

Photo: Daniel Farson

From Wiki: “Christ of Saint John of the Cross is a painting by Salvador Dalí made in 1951. It depicts Jesus Christ on the cross in a darkened sky floating over a body of water complete with a boat and fishermen. Although it is a depiction of the crucifixion, it is devoid of nails, blood, and a crown of thorns, because, according to Dalí, he was convinced by a dream that these features would mar his depiction of Christ. Also in a dream, the importance of depicting Christ in the extreme angle evident in the painting was revealed to him.

The painting is known as the Christ of Saint John of the Cross, because its design is based on a drawing by the 16th-century Spanish friar John of the Cross. The composition of Christ is also based on a triangle and circle (the triangle is formed by Christ’s arms; the circle is formed by Christ’s head). The triangle, since it has three sides, can be seen as a reference to the Trinity, and the circle may be an allusion to Platonic thought. The circle represents Unity: all things do exist in the "three” but in the four, merry they be.

On the bottom of his studies for the painting, Dalí explained its inspiration: “In the first place, in 1950, I had a ‘cosmic dream’ in which I saw this image in colour and which in my dream represented the 'nucleus of the atom.’ This nucleus later took on a metaphysical sense; I considered it 'the very unity of the universe,’ the Christ!” In order to create the figure of Christ, Dalí had Hollywood stuntman Russell Saunders suspended from an overhead gantry, so he could see how the body would appear from the desired angle and also envisage the pull of gravity on the human body. The depicted body of water is the bay of Port Lligat, Dalí’s residence at the time of the painting.“ (via: wiki)

Above: A preparatory drawing for Christ of St. John of the Cross (Christ On The Cross From Top Perspective)

Above: The sketch that inspired Dalí. Crucifixion by St. John of the Cross, c. 1550

Saint John of the Cross had a vision while praying. The vision led to the drawing of Christ from above.

Saint John of the Cross (born Juan de Yepes y Álvarez) (1542– 14 December 1591) was a Spanish mystic, a Roman Catholic saint, a Carmelite friar.

Above: Dali painting St. John of the Cross - Photo: by Daniel Farson

Christ of St. John of the Cross, 1951, Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow - Salvador Dali

Looking Past It

My sister recently helped me move into my new apartment. After getting a few boxes in and getting my couch, a few chairs, and my table all set up, we decided to take a break. She packed a sandwich she had made from her own home and peeled a banana. While she ate, I took it upon myself to walk around. I was feeling unusually restless. It could have been an anxious spell, a sort of excitement, anything, really. Whatever sense of curiosity befell me, I opened the closet door in my living room, and to my surprise, there was a box taped shut.

It must have been leftover from the last tenant, but there was no name or address. Nothing written on the box. I brought the box out into the living room.

″What you got?″ My sister asked, mouth full of banana.

″Someone must have left this here and forgot about it after they moved out,″ I explained. Against my better judgment from all the horror movie scenarios I’ve seen, I posed the question: ″think I should open it?″

She shook her head. ″What if they come back asking for it? Pretty rude to just peek into people’s stuff, don'cha think?″

I ignored her. Without even bothering to get a knife, I ripped the tape off of the box and opened it up. In retrospect, I don’t even know why I asked her. My impulses were stronger than her suggestions. It’s always been this way with us, though. Advice just goes right out the window.

Inside was an old cassette player. Or, at least, that’s what it looked like. I guess what it more closely resembled was a Nintendo 64, right down to the rectangular, yet curved shape and the cartridges. There were a few scattered cartridges, in fact. I thought of calling them cassettes, but I didn’t see any tape. Rather, what I saw on each one were dates.

7/7/1968, read one. Another, 10/8/1968. The dates ranged from 1968 to 1969. My sister leaned over and saw what I was holding.

″That’s a long time for those to just be hanging around a closet,″ she observed, snorting and making a chuckle.

″Maybe it was a keepsake the previous owner had and just kept in the box. Or maybe they got it at an antique shop,″ I speculated.

″Maybe it’s a bootleg video game console and the games are super bad,″ my sister also suggested.

She threw her banana peel in the trash. It was at this point that curiosity got the better of both of us and we threw caution to the wind. We plugged the electrical cord into the nearest wall socket and inserted the cartridge with the earliest date on it, labeled 5/7/1968. It (possibly) being so old, we weren’t very sure what would happen. Some audio playing, some recording, perhaps? Most likely static and stuttering, then the machine turning off and us left to wonder what it would have played…

But no, instead, when we put it in, a tiny screen opened up. We weren’t sure what to do next, so I pressed play. As soon as I did, a video played in black and white. In it, someone in a lab coat stood next to a table full of random trinkets. They started to speak, their voice muffled and filled with static, but we could still make out what they were saying:

″What you hold in your hand is, what I hope to be, the first device that allows you to go forward and backward through time. Due to the size, it only allows for one person and has yet to be tested. To use this device, press the rewind button to go backward in time and the fast forward button to go forward in time.

″Currently it’s only set to go to a fixed point, the date on the cartridge. If you are from the future and you press rewind, it will take you there. If you are somehow in the past, you would press fast forward. A word of caution, as unfortunately I have no way of knowing where it will take you if you press fast forward from the future, or you are from before the date on the cartridge and press rewind. This device is still a work in progress and I hope to perfect its functions in later models. I hope that improved models may fall into your hands as well, whoever you may be.

″And to my daughter, wherever you are, I love you, and I’m sorry I get so absorbed in my inventions. I hope you see this one day.″

My sister and I turned to each other. We weren’t sure how to react. Whether to laugh or be amazed. Then there was the message at the end, but it didn’t seem to have any importance.

″Should I press rewind?″ I asked. ″Do you really think we’ll go back in time?″

″You heard the guy. Even if this thing works, you’ll be the only one going. I don’t think that’s very fair.″

″How about this? If it works, I’ll come back and tell you about it, then you can try it. Deal?″

She smiled. ″Yeah, deal.″

″Well then, sis, be right back,″ I mused, smiling as well before pressing rewind.

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May The Best Man Win || Hoshi vs Woozi

Originally posted by shudderme

Title: Boyfriend vs Best Friend

Words: 3.6k

Genre: angst??

A/N: Okay, so I’m hoping to make this the start of a new seires. It’s all really based off a recent dream that I had and I hope it turned out as well as I imagined it. After this part is posted, I plan on making a separate ending for each boy so you can chose who you prefer to end up with. I also plan on doing this for the rest of the members, so if you end up enjoying it, please let me know so I can try and get these parts out as soon as possible! Thank you!

Soonyoung felt sick to his stomach. And no, this wasn’t because of the bad sushi he had ended up eating for lunch, but rather because of the couple across the room from him. There sat across the room his group mate along with his best friend, basically flirting their asses off as he watched from afar. In all honesty, it had been his own fault that he was so jealous over their relationship. If he had introduced [y/n] to his group members, she would have never met her current boyfriend, Jihoon.

Soonyoung has been madly in love with [y/n] ever since they were kids. He remembers specifically being the outcast in their primary school days. Everyone thought he was weird and ‘girly’ all because he loved to do dance. He tried to be social and he tried to fit in, but no matter how hard he tried his class mates would always push him away and tell him that he was too abnormal to hang out with him. He had lost a lot of self-esteem and social confidence throughout that experience. It wasn’t until one day when a new transfer student had arrived at his school and sat down next to him on the bench outside at the playground. The young girl had introduced herself as [y/n] and asked him if he would like to be her new best friend. Ever since then the two of them had been glued to each other’s side, even all throughout their high school years into Soonyoung’s pledis trainee days.

The day he introduced [y/n] to the rest of seventeen was the biggest mistake of his life. No, he doesn’t mean it in a mean way, it’s just that the day he introduced her was the day he had actually lost her. At first the flirting between both Jihoon and [y/n] seemed playful and harmless as if they were just a pair of casual friends, but somehow and in some way Jihoon had ended up asking out [y/n] before Soonyoung even got the chance to confess, not that he would have the balls to anyways.

Soonyoung groaned as he watched the couple share a quick kiss from across the room. Both [y/n] and Jihoon looked up at the dancer with a quizzical look.

“Is something the matter, Soonyoungie?” [y/n] asked.

“Uh yeah! I’m in love with my best friend but she’s dating my group mate instead and I’m not okay with that!”


He wanted so badly to scream that out loud, but he bit his lip to prevent himself from doing so.

“Uh yeah, I’m just having trouble thinking about what choreography to create for out newest single,” Soonyoung answered.

[y/n] sent him one of her heartwarming smiles. Soonyoung swore he melted at the sight of her as butterflies fluttered inside his stomach.

“I know you’ll do great, Soonyoung!” She exclaimed, “If you’re having trouble, maybe you could ask Jihoon for help. He did want to become a part of the performance team originally.”

“I’ll be sure to take that into consideration,” He stated as he stood up, “I’m going to go to the practice room and try to dance around for a bit, don’t miss me too much.”

Soonyoung walked over to [y/n] and ruffled her hair before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. After he did so, [y/n] fixed her hair and turned back to her boyfriend. She furrowed her brows in confusion as she looked at Jihoon.

“Did he seem kind of ‘off’ to you?” She asked.

Jihoon shrugged his shoulder and grabbed [y/n]’s hands in his own.

“Maybe he got annoyed with the skinship we were doing together. It’s not something I do in front of people usually.”

“I understand, but I’ve known Soonyoung my entire life and he’s never really acted like this before. You should know, the two of you have been trainees with each other for years, I’d even go as far to say that you are best friends, maybe even brothers!”

Jihoon sighed and caressed [y/n]’s faces with his thumb gently. He smiled at her softly before pushing some of her hair out of her eyes.

“You want me to go talk to him,” He stated bluntly.

[y/n] nodded and kissed his nose softly.

“You guys are way closer than the two of us are. It must be a guy thing. If anyone can get him to open up, it’s you.”

Jihoon chuckled slightly.

“Don’t you think it’s the opposite way around? He’s been your childhood friends, the two of you guys are basically siblings. He’s probably told you everything,” Jihoon stated as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Jihoon,” [y/n] started, “As close as Soonyoung and I seem, he’s always had an issue with opening up to me. There’s something that’s been bothering him ever since you and I first met. I’ve tried to get him to tell me but he shakes it off saying it’s fine. Can you please just ask him, or at least try…for me?”

Jihoon sighed and nodded his head slightly. He looked up at his girlfriend with a slight pout and soften his look on her.

“You’re lucky I love you,” He answered.

[y/n] squealed in excitement as she leaned forwards and placed a loving kiss onto her boyfriend’s pout. Jihoon fixed his pout and smirked slightly to himself as he kissed her back. Once the two of them pulled apart, [y/n] pushed Jihoon off the sofa slightly and motioned for him to follow Soonyoung to the practice room.


Jihoon shoved his hands into his pocket as he rounded the corner that lead to the designated practice room for Seventeen. To be honest, Jihoon wasn’t really looking forward to having a deep talk with Soonyoung. It wasn’t that he had anything against him, but ever since he and his girlfriend got together, he’s seemed a little distant and awkward, especially around Jihoon. Maybe it was just the thought of his two best friends dating, but whatever it was, he and Soonyoung definatly weren’t as close as they used to be back in the pre-debut years.

Loud music of their newest song echoed into the hallway as Jihoon finally reached the door. He could hear the sound of feet scuffing across the floor until it came to an ubrupt stop and a loud groan that followed. The music stopped playing completely and it was silent for a few seconds. Jihoon took that as his queue to walk in, but the second he put his hand on the door knob, a voice from behind made him retract.

“You don’t seem completely focused, Hyung,”

It was Chan.

“I’ve just got a lot of things on my mind. Things you wouldn’t really understand,” Soonyoung’s voice echoed.

“What things, maybe I can help,” Chan replied.

Jihoon couldn’t tell what was going on, but he heard the shuffling of feet walking across the floor. Jihoon stood up on his tip toes so he could get a peak of what was happening from the small window on the door. He saw Chan walking closer to Soonyoung, stopping in front of his hyung and looking up at him.

“Like I said, you wouldn’t understand. It’s too difficult for a young one like you to understand,” Soonyoung said as he walked over towards the mirror that was plastered along the wall.

“You never know until you ask,” Chan piped up, “Plus, if something is bothering you it usually helps to tell someone about it. You know, just to get it off your chest instead of keeping it bottled inside.”

Soonyoung sighed deeply before turning towards Chan, leaning against the mirror and slumping down to sit on the floor.

“It’s [y/n],” He spoke, “It’s all because of [y/n].”

The mention of her name make Jihoon’s heart flutter and suddenly, he became more interested in what was going on, not just because his girlfriend was the reason, but everything that involves her makes him excited. It’s a natural thing for a guy to become involved with anything that includes his girl, right?

“What did Noona do?” Chan asked as he sat on the floor across from Soonyoung.

“Too much,” Soonyoung stated, “She broke me. Not intentionally, but it happened. I used to be so cheerful and happy and then she completely broke me. It’s all I can think about these days.”

“How so? Did she declare someone else her best friend? I know I would be hurt if something like that happened,” Chan said as he leaned closer to his hyung.

“Not quite,” Soonyoung replied, “It’s a little more heartbreaking than that.”

“Well, you didn’t start acting all moody until-“ Chan cut himself off as his jaw dropped. He clapped his hands loudly on his thighs in realization.

“You like her, don’t you Hyung?” Chan asked, “You’re heartbroken because [y/n] agreed to go out with Jihoon hyung over you.”

Soonyoung was silent. That was all that Jihoon needed to confirm that Soonyoung was in fact in love with [y/n]. He clenched his fists together as he continued to watch with what was going on.

“Hyung,” Chan spoke up, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” Soonyoung said, “I never felt this way about a girl before until I met [y/n]. Ever since the day she first introduced herself to me I’ve been in love with her, but it’s clear that she doesn’t love me back.”

As much as Jihoon hated to admit it, he really wanted to scream back at the broken boy that it was false, [y/n] did love him, just not in the same way she felt about Jihoon. Sometimes he wondered though. Soonyoung always somehow would become the center of [y/n]’s life, even when both Jihoon himself and [y/n] would be out spending the night alone. He was almost afraid that if he tried anything that Soonyoung’s name would come out rather than Jihoon’s. Thinking about Soonyoung being in love with his girlfriend mad him mad. He wasn’t really mad at Soonyoung, but more so of the fact that there was a possibility that Soonyoung could easily take [y/n] away from him. This is when Jihoon decided to intervene. He yanked the door open swiftly and stood in the door way, breathing heavily. Soonyoung and Chan looked up at the young composer with confused eyes.

“…you love her…” Jihoon mumbled.

Both Soonyoung and Chan looked at him in confusion.

“Hyung, what did you say?” Chan asked Jihoon.

Jihoon looked up from the floor and pointed a shaky finger at Soonyoung.

You,” He said as he exhageratied the word, “You love her. You love my girlfriend.”

Soonyoung stood up quickly and looked at Jihoon with his mouth agap.

“You heard…” Soonyoung trailed off, “You weren’t supposed to hear any of that.”

“Well now I have,” Jihoon stated as he gritted through his teeth.

Chan chuckled nervously as he walked up to his younger hyung and grabbed onto his stiff arm.

“Jihoon hyung,” He spoke, “Don’t be mad at Soonyoung hyung. He can’t control his feelings.”

That may have not been the right thing to mention.

“If he can’t control his feelings how can I be sure he won’t make a move on my girl.”

Soonyoung stood quietly as he picked at the hem of his shirt. Again there was complete silence.

“How long?” Jihoon asked after a couple of seconds.

Soonyoung hesitated before replying.

“Since I first met her,” He spoke, “And I still do.”

Jihoon’s blood was boiling. He knew he shouldn’t be mad at Soonyoung, but he just couldn’t help it. The thought of someone else taking his girlfriend away from him angered him. Especially if it was someone as close to [y/n] and good looking like Soonyoung was. There is a high chance that Soonyoung could sweep [y/n] away from him and take her as his own. Jihoon knew that [y/n] wouldn’t be like that and just allow Soonyoung to take her away from her relationship to start a new one, but if Soonyoung has feelings for [y/n], there is a 50/50 chance that [y/n] might too.

“Stay away from her,” Jihoon stated bluntly without thinking, “I don’t want to see you near her. Ever.”

Soonyoung stared back at his friend in shock. He had never seen Jihoon so protective, so angry. He knew Jihoon wouldn’t be happy if he found out that he was in love with [y/n], but he never expected him to banish him seeing his own best friend.

“I can’t! She’s my best friend-“

“And she’s my girlfriend!” Jihoon shouted back.

Both Soonyoung and Chan flinched at the tone Jihoon gave. They had never seen him like this before.

“Just stay away from her. I will get you if I find out, Soonyoung,” Jihoon stated as he walked back out the door, slamming it hard behind him.

“Hyung,” Chan said as he tried to reach out for Soonyoung.

Soonyoung said nothing as he too left the practice room, probably to go spend some time on his own, maybe even cry a little. The only thing was, Soonyoung didn’t feel like crying. His pain was beyond that at this point. How does one respond when you’re told to stay away from your best friend, or in this case, his crush?

Chan stood in the practice room by himself as he tried to process everything that just happened. Seeing both of his Hyungs like that made him scared. Never in all 3 years they had been a band has anyone gotten in a fight like that and it scared him. Seventeen meant so much to each individual member and now that two of them were in a huge argument, what will happen to them now?


A couple months had passed since the incident happened between Soonyoung and Jihoon. All the boys and [y/n] had noticed the change of behavior in the two boys. Neither of them talked to each other, they didn’t even look at each other anymore. Jihoon had asked their manager if he could switch rooms so he didn’t have to be with Soonyoung anymore. So Jihoon moved out and Chan moved in to the room in place of while Jihoon got his own room along with [y/n].

[y/n] began to grow worried over both of her boys. Jihoon spent more and more time working than usual and Soonyoung wouldn’t even speak to her. Whenever she would ask Soonyoung to hang out he would always make up an excuse by saying that he was either busy or he just wasn’t feeling well. [y/n] knew her best friend too well to believe any of the lies he was telling her, but she shook it off thinking that maybe it was just a stage he was going through. Jihoon was almost the same way, but he still went out and took her to fancy restaurants to make up for spending so much time on work. [y/n] was beyond confused with their behavior and decided to do something about it. It wasn’t until one day after a long practice that Jihoon decided to get some more work done that she finally got the chance to talk to Soonyoung.

“Soonyoungie!” She called out to her best friend as he tried to escape the practice room.

Soonyoung flinched at his name and ran out of the room without looking back. [y/n] groaned and looked at the boys for help. Chan motioned for her to go after him and that’s just what she did.

“Soonyoung!” She called again as she ran into the hall and followed Soonyoung closely behind.

“Soonyoung I know you can hear me. And don’t even think of outrunning me. You already know I can beat your ass in any race!”

Soonyoung stopped at the entrance of the Pledis building and stiffened up his body. [y/n] jogged up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She furrowed her brows and walked around to become face to face with her best friend.

“Soonyoung, why are you so tense all of a sudden?” She asked as she forced his chin up so her eyes could meet his.

“I can’t talk to you,” was all that he said.

[y/n] looked at him confused and cocked her head to the side.

“Why are you acting so weird? I thought we were friends,” She asked.

“Apperantly not anymore,” Soonyoung replied as he tried to get around her, but [y/n] was too quick and gripped onto his wrist to stop him.

“What do you mean? Why can’t we be friends? We’ve always been friends, best friends!”

Soonyoung sighed and bit his lip to suppress any tears or sobs that threatened to escape.

“We just can’t okay?” He stated trying to stay strong, “Just go hang with Jihoon. He’ll appreciate your company over my own.”

“But we never spend time together anymore. I miss you, I miss spending time with you.”

Soonyoung wanted to hug her so badly and apologize for everything, but he just couldn’t. [y/n] somehow managed to sense the brokenness in her best friend and reached out to hug him tightly. Soonyoung gave into her hug and squeezed her back, letting a couple of tears fall down his face. He choked out a sob and gripped onto [y/n]’s shirt tightly. [y/n] didn’t do anything except rubbing Soonyoung’s back comfortingly and whispering, “its okay’s”, into his ear. The two of them stood like that for what felt like hours until a throat clearing interrupted their moment. The two of them broke apart and became face to face with Jihoon who stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring slightly at Soonyoung.

“I came to see if you wanted to get some dinner,” Jihoon said to [y/n], his glare never breaking Soonyoung.

[y/n] noticed this and walked over to her boyfriend. She gripped onto his bicep and looked between the two boys and back at Jihoon.

“What is with you two?” She asked, “You guys haven’t spoken a single work to each other in months! It all started when I sent Jihoon to go talk to you about what was bothering you, Soonyoung. What happened?”

Soonyoung looked at Jihoon. Jihoon didn’t do anything but looked down at the floor and back over to his girlfriend before speaking up.

“We talked, it just didn’t go well.”

[y/n] sighed and tilted back and forth on the balls of her feet before breaking away from Jihoon and stood in between the two boys.

“Someone better tell me what happened,” She stated as she looked at both of them.

Soonyoung stayed slient and rubbed his eyes gently as he sniffled.

“Soonyoung said something,” Jihoon stated, “Something he probably should never have said.”

[y/n] looked at her best friend who was being oddly silent.

“Soonyoung, what did you tell Jihoon?” She asked.

Soonyoung refused to speak. Jihoon sighed and gripped [y/n]’s hand tightly in his own.

“He said he was in love with you. He confessed to Chan about everything he felt towards you. I heard them,” Jihoon spoke.

[y/n] stood in shock as she lifted her head to look at Soonyoung. Soonyoung looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in this position right now. [y/n] let go of Jihoon’s hand and walked over to her best friend. She reached out her hand and placed it on his cheek.

“Is that true?” She asked, “Do you really feel that way about me?”

Soonyoung looked up to meet her gaze and nodded.

“Ever since we first met,” He spoke, “And even on after that. Every chance I got to spend with you made me fall harder and faster in love with you…”

[y/n] couldn’t believe it. Her heart fluttered at her best friend’s confession. She bit her lip and looked over at Jihoon who looked like he was about to murder Soonyoung.

“And both of you decided to keep this from me?” She questioned once more.

“I was afraid,” Soonyoung said quietly.

Jihoon glared at him and shook his head disapprovingly.

“I couldn’t lose you, not to him.”

[y/n] looked at Jihoon with a hint of hurt in her eyes.

“You really think I would just leave you because a guy was in love with me?”

Jihoon opened his mouth to speak, but he knew that no matter what he said could ever make it sound any better than what he meant. It was too late, so he kept is shut.

“I can’t believe you would ever think that! I thought you trusted me?” She spat at him, her body trembling at every word.

“And you,” She said as she turned to Soonyoung, “You could have just confessed to me.”

“It’s not that simple, [y/n],” Soonyoung replied.

“Well if you weren’t too afraid to see the outcome than maybe you would have known that I too was in love with you for like my entire life. I still am, but not as much since I got with Jihoon.”

Soonyoung’s head perked up at her statement. Jihoon walked up to [y/n] and turned her around by the shoulder. He looked at her with hurt in his eyes as a single tear trickled down his cheek.

“You still love him?” Jihoon asked her, “Do you love me more?”

[y/n] didn’t say anything at first. She looked up at Jihoon through glossy eyes.

“I can’t say I do. I don’t know anymore,” She said quietly.

Jihoon sighed and pushed some of her hair out of her eyes and wiped away a tear that fell down her face.

“I don’t want to force you into this if you don’t really want it. If you love Soonyoung…you can have him.”

[y/n] shook her head.

“I don’t know who I want,” She said, “I love you both.”

Soonyoung grabbed her arm.

“You can’t have both of us, [y/n]. You know that,” he said.

Jihoon nodded in agreement.

“We won’t force a decision into your hands, but it’s either me or him. Who do you chose?”

Your Choice: Hoshi || Woozi [both parts coming soon]

Kavinsky Analysis

I generally try to keep my blog discourse free, so I’m putting it under the cut so that people who are tired of all the discourse/stressed from it can breathe, but I’m going to try and make it logical/rational and non-hostile, so give it a read? [It’s long so you can scroll down to the tldr to see if it interests you] (Kavinsky positive btw)

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Author’s Note:

Soooooooo, I may have written Dream Daddy fan fiction….

It’s about Damien and his life and flower meanings because I am an enormous Victorian nerd, so I know about all the cool flower meanings and all.

It’s kinda like a character study?

Basically, it’s cute, it’s one of the longest things I’ve ever written and I have spent so much time writing this shiz, so I might as well post it.

(This may end up becoming a series of lgbt character studies based around flowers. Don’t ask me why, but it might.)


Flowers had always fascinated him. They were the brightness on the cracked sidewalk outside his house (he refused to call them weeds). The only nice thing in the quaint garden of their terraced house. The only real constant in his young life.

By a young age, he knew the name of every single one in his area and the ones he couldn’t find out? Well, he instead named them himself. 

His step mother had loved his interest. She saw him taking care of the garden and him learning about it as a chance to “bond with her darling step daughter”. The garden soon filled with the flowers they planted: sunflowers, roses, lilies, cinquefoil. He had wanted to be left alone, but she was the one who gave him the money for the seeds, so he accepted her help. 

Turns out she could be quite pleasant.

And that she was allergic to pollen.

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May The Best Man Win || Hoshi Ending

Originally posted by infinitblaq

Part One (Read First): Best Friend vs Boyfriend

Choice: The Best Friend ~ Kwon Soonyoung

Words: 2.7k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This took me like 2 weeks to write because I kept putting it off for the longest time. Honestly, I meant to get it out sooner but I just didn’t have time. Any ways, I really enjoyed writing these. All of them were really based off of some dream I had and I really hope to continue on with the other boys as well. The order I plan on writing them will be found at the end of the scenario. Please do give me feedback and I hope you guys enjoy! xx

It’s been weeks since [y/n] last had a proper conversation with her best friend. She had been in shock ever since she found out that her best friend, her childhood crush had a major crush on her! Out of all people he liked her, and he always had since they were kids. It really wasn’t her fault in the long shot, Soonyoung just wanted to stay away from [y/n] to give her time to think things over. After all she basically admitted that she still was in love with him. Plus, as much as it hurt Soonyoung, he really wanted her to choose Jihoon. It really did pain him to see both of his best friends together, but he couldn’t let [y/n] give up on what relationship they had, not now at least.

To be honest, it was like a part of [y/n]’s heart crumbled since Soonyoung decided to give her space. She felt so empty and lost without her best friend. When she was upset, Soonyoung was the person she could count on to make her feel better. If she was frustrated, Soonyoung knew just the thing to take her mind off of the issue. Whenever something ever happened in her life, something important, Soonyoung was always there. He knew more about [y/n] than anyone else ever did and ever will, not even Jihoon knows as much as he does.

To take her mind off of things, [y/n] also had made the decision to go on a break with Jihoon until she got things sorted out. Jihoon agreed, not wanting to get in the way of things and make his relationship only worse by instigating between things. It had been a relaxing couple of weeks without the drama of the two boys. And to keep it that way, she denied any request to meet up with any of the other members of Seventeen.

[y/n] sighed as she looked out the window of the early morning train; the sun was just beginning to peak right below the horizon. The sight was beautiful and it relaxed her just looking at it. It also brought back old memories of her and Soonyoung which she preferred not to think about. But she just couldn’t help it. Every little thing reminded her of her best friend. Every little detail and every little thing she did she found her mind wondering to the fun loving boy. She shook her head to try and get rid of the image of Soonyoung. Right after the memories began to fade away, her phone buzzed in her hand. She was hesitant to answer the phone call as the smiling picture of the boy flashed upon the screen.


She looked around the train with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Her eyes darted to the elderly woman across from her and the small group of school girls giggling in the corner before she pressed the accept button. She lifted the phone to her ear and twirled her hair nervously in between her fingers.

“Hello?” She said as she answered the phone nervously.

“[y/n],” Jihoon said on the other line, a hint of relief in his voice, “I didn’t think you would answer.”

“Neither did I,” She replied, immediately regretting her words.

Jihoon was silent for a couple seconds, not really knowing how to respond.

“I don’t even know why I’m calling you,” He spoke up, “I guess I just really miss you.”

“I wish I could say the same…” She said almost too quietly, luckily for her Jihoon didn’t hear her and asked for her to repeat her statement, to which [y/n] shook it off saying it was nothing.

“I know you probably aren’t up for it, seeing that you probably hate me right now, but I was hoping we could meet up. You know, at the café we usually did before we took this break.”

To be honest, [y/n] really wasn’t. It wasn’t because she was mad a Jihoon, that was far from it. He was her boyfriend and no matter what she still loved him. She doesn’t really know why, but she did agree to meeting up with him. Maybe it was because she still loved him and missed him, or maybe it was because she wanted to get her mind off of Soonyoung. She knew which one was the answer, she just refused to believe it.

“Sure, I missed you too,” She said into the phone as she looked back out the window to the rising sun.

“Sounds good, I’ll meet you there at 10am. Is that okay?” he asked into the reciver.

[y/n] nodded to herself as she looked at her reflection in the window.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll see you then.”

[y/n]’s feet seemed to drag along the side walk as she slowly made her way to the small café. She now was starting to regret her decision on meeting Jihoon, but she knew there was no backing out now. If she turned around and left suddenly, she would seem like a bitch. Jihoon didn’t deserve that, not after the way he fought to keep [y/n]. Sure it was a stupid way, but at least she knew he cared.

Her hands pulled on the handle of the doors, the tiny bell ringing as she stepped inside. Her eyes darted around the café until they landed on the familiar boy sitting in a booth by himself, sipping his coffee quietly to himself as he looked at his lap. [y/n] took a deep breath before heading over to him.

“Hey,” She said causing Jihoon to look up at her.

His eyes sparkled as his lips curled up into a smile at the sight of [y/n], the woman he loved so much. He motioned for her to sit across from him, which she did. He then handed her a small coffee cup along with a couple sugars and cream.

“I knew you would most likely want to order something while we talked, so I got you your favorite.”

[y/n] felt flattered to have a man like Jihoon who knew just exactly what she wanted, but yet at the same time whenever she looked at him, she felt…well, nothing.

“Thank you,” She said as she fixed up her coffee to the way she liked it, “You didn’t have to buy me a drink though.”

Jihoon chuckled and sat his coffee down.

“I’d do anything for you, [y/n]. You know that.”

[y/n]’s fingers nervously fumbled around with her coffee cup as the two of them sat in an awkward silence. It was like neither of them knew each other anymore. They were like complete strangers, strangers with a past.

“So, I don’t want to put pressure on you but,” Jihoon spoke up looking at [y/n] who still refused to meet his gaze, “Do…do you have any idea yet?”

“About what?” She asked, knowing very well what Jihoon was referring to.

“[y/n],” Jihoon said as he reached forwards to grab her hand. [y/n] hesitantly allowed him to grab it, not really doing anything back towards him like she normally would.

Jihoon noticed her odd behavior and sighed. His chest tightened as he felt his heart drop. He knew what was coming, and he was afraid. He didn’t want to face the reality of what was happening, but he already knew. Somehow, he had always known.

“It’s Soonyoung, isn’t it?” He asked as he looked at her.

[y/n]’s head popped up at the mention of Soonyoung’s name, a small look of hope gleaming in her eyes. That response was enough to give Jihoon his answer. [y/n] bit her lip as he mind began to wonder once again. Looking at Jihoon, sitting right here with him now made her realize that maybe this isn’t what she thought she wanted. Jihoon was a great guy, any girl would be lucky to have him, but [y/n] knew that she just wasn’t that girl.

“You know [y/n],” Jihoon started, “Soonyoung has always been the center of our relationship. It’s like whenever or whatever we did something, Soonyoung was always the one topic that came up. It was like everything we did reminded you of him. Like when we went mini golfing you talked about the time Soonyoung hit a lady with his golf club and ended up getting his ass kicked. When we were at the petting zoo you wouldn’t stop fussing over how all the hamsters looked like Soonyoung. It was so obvious you were in love with him, so why did you let me take you away from him?”

[y/n] was speechless. She knew she talked about Soonyoung a lot with Jihoon. And by a lot, she really meant a lot. But she didn’t realize that even Jihoon noticed how much she was obsessed with her best friend. Or should she say how in love she was with her best friend. There was no denying the attraction she had to Soonyoung when they were in school, but why did she agree to becoming Jihoon’s girlfriend?

“I loved him,” She spoke up, finally meeting Jihoon’s gaze, “I guess I thought that back then, Soonyoung never seemed to have an interest in me so in order to move on and accept that, dating you would take my mind off of him.”

Jihoon nodded in understandment, his hand tightening around [y/n]’s.

“Soonyoung hid it pretty well, he’s always been one to hide his feelings behind his goofy smile.”

“Yeah,” [y/n] said in agreement, “Even as my best friend I could never tell what he was thinking and I guess that now I know, I can fully understand why he did what he did. He was afraid.”

“All men usually are when it comes to women,” Jihoon said, “Trust me, it took me tons of balls in order to ask you out.”

[y/n] giggled at his statement.

“I’m sorry Jihoon,” She told him as she squeezed his hand back, “But Soonyoung is the one I love. I can’t see myself in a life without him by my side.”

Jihoon nodded in agreement and let go of [y/n]’s hand.

“I’m glad you realized that. I hurts me to know I’m not the one, but I’m happy because I know Soonyoung can make the most amazing girl I know happier than any other guy I know.”

[y/n] stood up from her spot at the table and walked over to Jihoon, sliding next to him and pulling him into a tight hug. Jihoon hugged her back just as tight and clung onto her even as they pulled away.

“I’m going to miss you [y/n],” He said, “But promise me we can still be friends.”

[y/n] smiled at him and stroked his cheek gently.

“Of course, Jihoon. Thank you.”

She didn’t know why she was so nervous. It was just Soonyoung, her best friend of many years. Maybe it was because she hadn’t spoken to him since everything happened, but somehow here she was, nervously gripping the sleeves of her sweater as she reached the practice room where Chan had stated that Soonyoung was practicing his solo dance.

“Alright, [y/n],” She spoke to herself, “It’s just your best friend. Why are you so nervous?”

She took one more deep breath before pushing the door to the practice room open. Soonyoung must have not heard her, seeing that he was still dancing swiftly to the beat of the song. [y/n] awkwardly stood by the door and watched him as he continued to dance. It was like he was in his own world and he looked so passionate and happy. It was something that really made her heart flutter. The song soon came to an end and so did Soonyoung’s dancing. The only sound afterwards was the sound of Soonyoung’s heavy breathing and the lights buzzing. It was now or never.

“It looks really good you know.”

Soonyoung’s head turned around to face the source of the familiar voice. His eyes seemed to be locked on [y/n] as if he were dreaming that she was standing there right in front of him. She slowly grabbed a rag and a water bottle, walking over to Soonyoung until there was little space between them. She handed him the objects and began to rock back and forth on her feet as she waited for Soonyoung to say something.

“You shouldn’t be here. You should be with Jihoon,” He spoke up as he took a sip from his water, wiping his face clear of sweat right after.

[y/n] swore his face glistening in sweat was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen.

“About that,” She spoke as she watched him continue to wipe his face, “I need to talk to you.”

Soonyoung furrowed his browns and slung the rag over his shoulder before sitting against the mirror, motioning for [y/n] to sit next to him. She happily obliged and followed.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

[y/n] turned her body so she was fully facing her best friend and took a deep breath before reaching out to grab one of Soonyoung’s hands.

“I broke up with Jihoon,” She stated.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened in shock of the words that just came out of her mouth.

“W-What, why!?”

[y/n] giggled quietly as she lifted Soonyoung’s chin so he could meet her eyes.

“Jihoon and I both decided that being together wasn’t going to be doing anything good for the two of us. There was just one big distraction that was tearing us away from each other. And to my surprise he actually suggested it.”

Soonyoung couldn’t believe it. [y/n] and Jihoon seemed so happy with each other, he was 100% sure nothing would ever come between them, even after everything that happened a few weeks ago.

“What was that reason?” Soonyoung asked nervously, his heart beating faster as time went by.

“Let me just show  you,” She replied as she leaned in closer to her best friend.

Soonyoung couldn’t process anything that was happening. His mind was racing and his heart pounded faster and faster against his chest, almost ready to burst out of his body. He felt his blood rush in excitement as if he knew exactly what was going to happen. And he did, he knew very well what was happening, and the softness of his best friend’s pink lips against his own confirmed it. He had always dreamed about kissing [y/n] and whoa, it was way better than he ever expected. He knew her kisses would be the best, but he didn’t imagine them to be this good. Her lips were so soft and her kisses were so passion filled. Their lips mushed perfectly in sync with each other and it just felt so right to do this. It was like they were made for each other.

[y/n] was the first to pull away, a small giggle escaping her lips as she looked to the dazed reaction on Soonyoung’s face. His mind couldn’t process anything that just happened. Only one word could come to his mind at the moment.

“Whoa,” He stated, causing [y/n] to laugh.

God, her laughter was like music to his ears.

“You understand what the distraction was?” She asked.

Soonyoung nodded quickly, still not able to speak properly. He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly.

“You broke up with Jihoon, for me?”

[y/n] nodded hesitantly before answering him.

“Well, when you say it like that it sounds bad, but Jihoon suggested it. He wanted me to be happy and well, you, Kwon Soonyoung, you make me really happy.”

Soonyoung smiled as he pulled [y/n] back into a passionate kiss. Yeah, this was something he could get used to. He didn’t want to pull away, but he knew he had to.

“[y/n], as upset as I should be with you right now, you make me so darn happy and I want to give you the world, make you happier than any guy could ever make you feel. I want to be the only man you spend the rest of your life with, all up until your final days. [y/n], I am madly in love with you and I can’t even process anything that’s happening. It’s like-”

“Soonyoung,” [y/n] cut him off, “Quit rambling and just be my boyfriend already.”

Soonyoung laughed quietly as he nodded his head, pulling his best friend, no wait, his girlfriend close to him and into a tight hug, never wanting to let go.

Woozi Ending: Boyfriend [will be available later this week]

May The Best Man Win Series: Hoshi vs Woozi || S.Coups vs Dino || Joshua vs Jeonghan || Wonwoo vs Jun || Seungkwan vs Vernon || DK vs Mingyu vs The8 ||

i feel like there’s more to what andrew said when he asked akko about “doing things herself rather than waiting for chariot to do it,” in a sense that, the reason akko’s growth is so stunted in magic is because of her intensely strong DREAM to be like/be shiny chariot

but remember, chariot’s spell at the magic show was based on “stealing dreams" or “stealing magic fueled by dreams.”

i feel like this is why diana can still use magic so proficiently as she can, because while she may have had an aspiration to be like chariot at one point, her dream must’ve changed somewhere down the line that allowed her to excel as much as she did. she learned, at some point in her life, to BE HERSELF and not shiny chariot, while still believing in her words about the “believing heart.” it may explain why she still treasures the shiny chariot card.

i feel like this is one thing that’s holding akko back from excelling in magic as much as she could. she desperately wants to be like shiny chariot or rather BE shiny chariot than be herself, and because of what andrew told her, “why wait for someone else when you can do it yourself,” i feel like that’ll be the foundation or the basis of her growth or excelling factor when it comes to her proficiency in magic. there’s nothing wrong with being inspired by someone, but when you try so hard to emulate them/be them, you lose yourself in the process. akko is already a creative, charismatic young lady on her own, invoking change and sparking inspiration in those around like sucy, lotte, andrew, diana, and even hannah and barbara (to a degree), but she is unable to recognize the power she has, which stems from her belief in chariot’s words (which were true, despite the harm she’d done), because of her misguided attempt at trying to be shiny chariot. she can never and will never be shiny chariot, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t invoke the same feelings of happiness within others, and i feel like being true to herself and accepting herself for who she is and not what she think she can be, will be what reveals the final word.

and the finale will most DEFINITELY involve her flying a broom, no doubt about it, and the person involved will most DEFINITELY be diana.

some scattered thoughts on the new heaven’s feel trailer. hf spoilers within.

  • am i watching kara no kyoukai
  • no seriously that opening bit in a filthy back alley had knk vibes all over it and im glad
  • Saber is in the yellow raincoat. adaptation confirmed for good.
    • (i mean thats accurate, but also rip fate route fans and your dreams of an adaptation by ufotable) 
  • lots of focus on lancer here, which either means they are giving him an extra fight scene or adding more to the hassan fight. seems to be the latter based on that shot of him and hassan going at it on a truck
    • looking at it again i think they may have redone his prologue fights with saber and archer as well, since that shot of his spear flying to him looked like it was happening at school, and he only uses gae bolg vs saber
  • Saber using her wind blast at Ryuudo temple, which confirms THAT part is happening in the first film. im ready to cry.
  • Shinji confirmed for having a somewhat different look in this film but still making ridiculously evil faces. I actually love how the nasuverse has villains change outfits for different routes, it helps give the story a different feel, so i approve of this change.
  • hi zouken, nice to see you join the rest of the cast finally please die
  • this animation??? holy shit!??? 
    • i did not think it was possible for ufotables visuals and fight scenes to get even better but they have done so. No matter what the overall quality of this adaptation turns out to be you can be sure it will be gorgeous, with amazing fight scenes.
  • sasaki’s longsword vanishing… whose ready for that gore in a movie where they are less censored then the ubw anime.
  • i love how it cuts from Shirou declaring he will fight in the war, to that shot of Sakura. great way of linking the two things together and showing how sakura doesnt want that. 
  • Also a great way of bringing it all back home to sakura to remind everyone she’s the heroine of this route.
  • Sakura saying the final words of the trailer is also a good touch
  • Also i just realized they showed a lot of conflict without showing a single shot of the Shadow, and i love that bc it means they want it to be a total surprise to the audience. Can’t wait to see how they do it.

Overall everything looks fantastic. The animation is sick, the mood is already much darker then ubw, (which is fitting) and we now have a vague idea of how far this film will go into the plot thanks to that shot of saber’s wind blast at the temple. 

The one thing that worries me, is that shot of lancer fighting hassan on a truck. It was very cool, but im also just like ??? over this change. Are they not going to have the whole fight at the temple? with the shadow bursting out of the lake? that would be kind of a weird and random change. Im hoping the fight will just start out in the city, with hassan then retreating to the temple and lancer following him in. 

Now I See The Light

Song- I see the light from Disney’s Tangled.

A/n : I love this movie. Oh my,, Anyway I got this idea from @mysmegifscenarios who gave me a match up with Zen using GIFS from this scene and an idea formed!

All those days watching from the windows
All those years outside looking in

You always despised cutesy relationships. Them always holding hands, and cute pet names, they always just rubbed you the wrong way. You walked past a window of a restaurant, there was an older couple sitting there. They weren’t talking or touching each other in some way, they were just looking at each other, smiling. You felt yourself smile with them, thinking you always seemed to be on this side of the glass. For once, you wanted to find someone that you had to worry about, someone that occupied your every waking and sleeping thoughts. Then came the RFA…
All that time never even knowing
Just how blind I’ve been

You spent so far of your adulthood hating relationships, and avoiding them. Then came the fateful day you met Zen. Of course at first, you were scared and annoyed at his blunt flirting. However, he grew on you. You became close, and you developed a crush. You ended up brushing it off as, you had a crush on the idea of him. So when you got the opportunity to see him, you took it.
Now I’m here blinking in the starlight
After talking and hanging around Zen for the day, your crush was no longer of the idea of him. When you went to the roof with him, you both stood watching the stars and the skyline. When he started talking about his family, your heart broke. You wanted to be there for him now, and support him when he felt no one would. The purple and blues in the dark sky contrasted with the yellow lights of the roof. Making Zen glow more then usual.
Now I’m here suddenly I see
Standing here it’s all so clear
I’m where I’m meant to be

Looking away from the sky to look back at Zen to find him already looking at you. You looked at him and it was clear. People don’t chose to fall in love, it just trips you. Zen was staring at you intently, as if contemplating something. He wrapped his arms around you, you closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around his neck. Then it hit you, as clear as glass, where ever Zen was is where you were meant to be.
And it’s warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted

Finally you found someone, finally your was warm and had a new light to it. The sun seemed less annoying, the birds less loud, and the world was less dull. Your world had just changed, and you had no idea what is was or what to about it
All at once everything looks different
Now that I see you
As you went home all the couples you saw, were just happy. They were something you wanted to be with Zen. Yes, it may have been a childish fantasy at this moment, yet your logical side couldn’t out rule it.

(Zen POV)

All those days chasing down a daydream
Sitting on the roof always made me think. The thought tonight was, everyday I’ve had since I ran away has been based on a daydream, and it could end at anytime. I always am running to what I think is the life I want. Yet, since she showed up all that changed. Every time In my dream I never new where I ended up, but now? I end up in her arms.
All those years living in a blur
Before joining the RFA it was a blur, I barely got by, living on the last cent everyday. I flirted with women, but I never really Noticed them.
All that time never truly seeing
Things, the way they were

I always saw couples and I was jealous. I could never picture who that person was with. I never truly saw the world as though someone truly loved me for more then just an idol, or a pretty face. Then came her, it was sudden, but I new it was something.
Now she’s here shining in the starlight
Now she was here with me, standing on the roof. Looking at the stars like I often do. The stars and lights reflecting in her eyes, making them glow. She was beside me, she was real. She didn’t like just my face, she liked even the broken pieces I had, and even started helping me clean them up.
Now she’s here suddenly I know
If she’s here it’s crystal clear

Now that she’s with me I’ve realized something. Its as clear as he glasses that Jerk probably drinks out of. If she’s here…I’m where I’m meant to go…..
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the sky is new
At last I feel what it’s like to be more then a pretty face. I finally know what it’s like to be truly cared for and loved. I see the world in a new light, and the fog of difficulty and pain is gone. It’s like the stars I see every night are drastically different then everything I had ever seen before.
And it’s warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything is different
Now that I see you

The isolated cold I felt before is gone. I feel as though I finally found the warm fire after a cold winters day. My world is different in everyway. My acting will be for her, my every waking and sleeping breath will be fore her. All after seeing who i can be, with her by my side.