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YOI royalty AU in which 18-year-old Yuuri is the prince of the country of Yutopia, and in the year leading up to his sister’s coronation as queen, he finds his relationship with Mari deteriorating.

He doesn’t blame her - she’s under a lot of stress, taking on more of her father’s responsibilities, meeting with all the leaders of their country’s allies, finalizing all the plans for the coronation gala.

But when one particular argument goes too far, he decides to run away from home and lay low for a while until the storm passes.

Of course, he can’t stay in his own country, because literally everyone knows the face of their beloved prince.

So he goes to the neighbouring country.

Unfortunately though, his plans of laying low are thrown right out the window when, through a series of misunderstandings, he somehow finds himself the new bodyguard of crown prince Viktor Nikiforov.

By the time Yuuri realizes what’s happened, it’s too late, and he’s too embarrassed to out himself, so he plays along while frantically trying to think of a way to get out of this situation.

Several hijinks ensue as Yuuri repeatedly brings himself under suspicion by knowing too much about manners and etiquette of being in high society, and the foreign relationships and alliances between the monarchs of the different countries.

Of course, it also doesn’t help when his best friend, prince Phichit, whose country is Yutopia’s closest ally, has an audience with Viktor and almost outs Yuuri the moment he sees him at Viktor’s side.

Luckily, Phichit and Yuuri have long since mastered the art of silent communication and the moment Viktor turns away for a second to give orders to a servant to have a feast prepared, Yuuri is able to signal to Phichit that Viktor doesn’t know about him being a prince and that it has to stay that way.

Phichit finds the entire situation hilarious, but he doesn’t say anything. The mischievous smirk he directs at Yuuri does hae Viktor confused though when he turns back to look at Phichit. Phichit’s aides have long since gotten used to their prince’s antics and they decide that if he’s not saying anything about Yuuri being treated like a mere servant rather than the respect he deserves, then they probably shouldn’t mention anything either.

In the end, the jig is up when Mari sends one of her people with an invitation to her coronation for King Yakov and his two sons.

The man immediately recognizes Yuuri and right there, in front of the king and both princes, he breaks down in tears, sobbing to Yuuri that, “Your majesty!! We have been looking for you everywhere!!! Your royal parents have been sick with worry! Please return home at once!”

Everyone turns to stare at Yuuri in shock.

Yuuri just laughs awkwardly and explains that he’s actually the prince of the neighbouring kingdom haha, surprise!

There’s a long silence after that.

And Yuuri is starting to get a little worried that his actions would constitute as an act of war.

In the end, Viktor is the one to break the silence when he pulls Yuuri into his lap in a tight embrace, and turns to laugh at his father.

“Yuuri’s a prince! Take that you stupid old man!” he crows in delight. “Now there’s nothing you can do to stop me from marrying him!!”


Fics based on this au:

A Royal Victory by @a-queer-in-spaceland
In the Rough by @realisticallycynical
The Meeting by @droewyn

Can we, like, stop reducing complex, multi-layered characters into flat ones just for racial stereotypes?

Can we write Reyes as a complex character, full of life and that Aesthetic™ while also being bitter at the world, being damn good at his job and slightly aloof while truly caring for his men. Or will he forever be reduced to swearing in Spanish and overused la chancla jokes with no character growth whatsoever because you can only see Latino jokes.

Can we write D.Va as a young woman, who is skilled beyond her years, excitable and quirky but also affected by the war she’s been in and the stuff she’s seen, someone who has a lot of room to grow but has also been forced into a position that requires maturity. Or will she forever be a dorito gremlin and baby jokes because she’s Korean and people immediately assume she’s got the emotional capacity of a child.

Can we write Zarya as a woman who’s worked her way up, who has become strong because she worked hard and trained for many, many hours to build her body like that, someone who built their strength to wear they can rip a particle canon off an omnic to save her people. Or will she forever be strong only because she’s Russian so of course she’s strong, right?

Can we write Morrison as someone who has had a lot of stress and the pressure to be perfect in the eyes of the media, with Overwatch breathing down his neck, only to have everything be ripped away from him and his only motivation left is why he lost his family, who went into the SEP knowing he might die but did it anyways. Or will he forever be White Bread™ because hey, he’s a white male so he’s automatically an awful human being and an asshole.

Can we write Mei as someone who woke up to find everything she knew gone in one horrible blizzard, discovering that 10 years have passed in the blink of an eye, finding that her goal of saving the world hasn’t been progressed while she’s gone, but still manages to smile at things and giggle at puns, still manages to be friendly to those around her instead of slumping into a major depression. Or will her being Chinese forever cast her as either being an evil, angry, small Asian woman, or naive because people associate a Chinese accent with failing to understand things?

By all means, add their culture. Add traditions and language and beautiful things from all around the world. But do not squish them into their stereotypes and destroy multi-faceted characters and nullify any development they go through.

Sleepy, Needy, Greedy (M)

⤞ When a simple case of morning wood proves to be much more difficult to get rid of than anticipated!

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: just plain smut, you have been warned!

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: okay wow this took me FOREVER to finish but here it is, at last! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ;)

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Guys My Age (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs. 

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Enjoy the smot. And please use protection people. Better safe than surprised. I think this is dirtiest fic I’ve written so far.

Permanent tag list: @meganlane84

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Dating Tom Holland Would Include....

  • Constantly bickering with Harrison on who Tom loves more. 
  • Always winning these fights
  • “Sorry mate, but have you seen her? She’s absolutely stunning.”
  • Having all sorts of adventures with Tom and Harrison
  • Because let’s face it, wherever Tom goes, Harrison follows.
  •  But never really minding because as long as Tom is around, so are you.
  • Tom always making sure that you’re okay. 
  • “You sure, love? Okay. I just want to make sure my girl is happy.” 
  • Him wrapping his arms around you every chance he gets.
  • Calling you every kind of cute nickname in the book because he can never just pick one.
  • “Babe, love, doll, sweetie, beautiful, gorgeous, cutie, honey,” All of them.
  • Sometimes finding himself just staring at you because he can not believe how lucky he is to have you.
  • Having to break up Tom and Harrison’s arguments on who loves you more. 
  • “Enough, you two. I swear you guys are like little kids fighting over a toy, and I am NOT a toy.” 
  • “Course you’re not, babe. But, I do love you more than Haz.” 
  • “I know you do. Why do you think I’m with you.” 
  • Tom leaving you with little notes that he placed everywhere.
  • “Hey babe, I love you!”
  • “Did you know you’re amazing?”
  • “You’re my girl, don’t ever forget.” 
  • “Call me when you find this!” 
  • “I could stare you forever.” 
  • “You’re the first and last person on my mind.” 
  • “I miss you.” 
  • Tom begging you to go with him everywhere because he just doesn’t want to leave you. 
  • “Please come with me.” 
  • “No, Tom. I have to work-”
  • “-but, I’m Spiderman. You don’t have to work.” 
  • “Did you just seriously use that line on me?”
  • “Did it work?” 
  • “Absolutely not, you dork. I love you, I do but I promise I’ll come visit. Okay?”
  • “Fine, but you better.” 
  • Always, always feeling guilty because you know that sometimes he gets a little bit of anxiety and stressed and you seem to be the only remedy. 
  • Flying out on the next flight possible.
  • And immediately all the stress and anxious thoughts are thrown out the window the minute he sees you. 
  • Him always whispering in your ear, “Thank you.” 
  • Always reassuring him that he’s earned all the success in his life.
  • Sometimes feeling a little scared that he’ll forget you with his oncoming fame. 
  • Tom reading you like a book and breaking these thoughts from your head. 
  • “You do know that I love you right? And that I wouldn’t be here without you. I’d be a wreck if I ever lost you. Don’t ever think for one second that I could make it without you.” 
  • Feeling reassured until the next time you felt scared. 
  • Tom always going above and beyond in his gifts for you on birthdays, anniversaries, and just because he want to’s. 
  • Him surprising you with a vacation to a place you’ve always wanted to visit. 
  • Following him basically anywhere and everywhere because he will literally get on his hands and knees to beg.
  • Forcing you to play basketball with him even though you know that there’s a reason why you’re not a pro basketball player. 
  • But always seeming to win.
  • Knowing that he lets you.
  • But never questioning it because it was his way of spending time with you.
  • Spending time with his family.
  • Because in a way, they’re your second family.
  • Tom’s mother commenting on how happy she is that Tom has found himself a wonderful girl.
  • His father agreeing one hundred percent and cracking jokes as to when they should expect the wedding.
  • His brothers always teasing Tom about how much you have him wrapped around your finger.
  • Blushing because you would never want him to be “whipped”, but it’s nice to know that you have that power.
  • Tom clapping back with, “At least I’ve got a girlfriend.” 
  • Laughing when they’d all get into a wrestling match.
  • “If I win, [Y/N] is mine!”
  • “No, if I win, [Y/N] mine!”
  • “Bloody Hell! You gits think you’re actually going to win? [Y/N] will always be mine, whether or not I do lose.” 
  • Going to the gym with him.
  • Getting distracted because by God those muscles should be illegal.
  • Him knowing it and teasing you about it.
  • Always getting back at him by doing anything and everything that shows of your figure.
  • Tom throwing down his weights and attacking you with kisses. 
  • Him always being respectful of your boundaries. 
  • Never pushing you to do things you don’t want to do. 
  • You loving him for it.
  • Knowing that you will eventually let him but just not right now because you’re not ready.
  • And him being perfectly okay with that.
  • Sparring with him.
  • Tom being beyond impressed at your skills.
  • Telling you everyday how much he loves you.
  • Begging him to take you to go get icecream even though he can’t really have any.
  • Scolding him when he says, “fuck it,” and gets himself some. 
  • “You’re trainer is going to be pissed.”
  • “So what.” 
  • Shaking your head and enjoying your icecream date with him.
  • Taking Tess out for walks together.
  • Taking a million pictures of her because she’s just so damn cute.
  • Lazy days with Tess
  • Cuddling the poor dog into suffocation until she can’t take it anymore and leaves.
  • Leaving you two clinging onto each other.
  • Tom leaving trails of kisses along your forehead.
  • Holding you tight.
  • Falling asleep in each other’s arms. 
  • Waking up in the middle of night, panicking because your parents are going to freak out.
  • Tom shooting out of bed to get you home.
  • Him trying to help you sneak into your house without your parents waking up.
  • Him mumbling that the two of you should just move out together.
  • Telling him that it would be a good idea but to talk about it later.
  • Tom always gushing about you in interviews.
  • Always being his plus one to the films you want to see.
  • Introducing you to your favorite actors.
  • Getting embarrassed when Robert Downey Jr. finally gets to meet you.
  • “SO, this is the girl you never shut up about? It’s about damn time I finally meet her. [Y/N], it’s so lovely to meet you. I feel like I practically know you with the amount of stuff Tom has told me about you.” 
  • Also getting a little embarrassed but not as embarrassed as when fans stop you on the streets.
  • Getting panicky because you’re just waiting for the hate.
  • But being surprised when it’s nothing but love and awe.
  • Agreeing to take pictures with them and asking to take one of them so you can put it on Instagram as well. 
  • Speaking of Instagram, Tom is forever posting sly pictures of you. 
  • You are literally all over his page.
  • But, it’s okay because he is all over yours.
  • You’ve been trending on #couplegoals for days
  • Threatening Tom with his life if he doesn’t stop posting the selfies you send him. 
  • Him not caring.
  • “I’ll take my chances, babe.”
  • Getting him back on snapchat with the crazy filters.
  • Agreeing to tone down the embarrassing pictures. 
  • But one or two always comes leaking out and you are forever mortified. 
  • Starting a prank war. 
  • You always seeming to have better pranks.
  • Feeling bad and deciding to call it off but not before Tom gets you really good. 
  • Laying out under the stars and talking about the future.
  • Telling each other that as long as you have each other, the future can bring whatever it wants.
  • Tom surprising you with a promise ring. 
  • “We’re both still really young and I know a lot of people our age are getting married but I just can’t imagine getting married at this moment. But at least with this, it’s a promise that you will have my last name, just not right now.” 
  • You accepting it because there is not a damn soul on this earth aside from Tom that you could see yourself with.

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite fics?

These are some of them (the list would be too long if I listed all of them) :

Hate Me To The Moon by harrystylesandstuff [ 8/8 | English | 83,616 ]

AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other’s guts to convince themselves they’re not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn’t feel.

Supernova by Star55 [ 14/14 | English | 172,426 ]

It’s hard being a teenager. It’s hard being a teenager and at a new school. It’s hard being a teenager, at a new school and also gay. It’s hard being a teenager, at a new school, gay and a mutant. It’s hard being a teenager, at a new school, gay, a mutant and who has no idea that he’s meant to be the world’s next super hero. It seems like Louis has a lot of catching up to do.

Even Angels Have Their Demons by AFangirlFantasy [ 4/4 | English | 50,494 ]

Or, an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.

Just A Flower Boy by Larryruinedme [ 15/15 | English | 70,087 ]

Harry Styles is a clumsy, flower crown-wearing, openly gay junior with only two true friends, Niall and Zayn. Louis Tomlinson is the school’s attractive, straight football captain, with a small body and a big personality. As fate will have it, Harry has a huge, unrequited, utterly hopeless crush on Louis. Fate is thrown out the window the day that Harry and Louis find themselves partnered up for a history project. Harry starts to receive notes from a secret admirer, Louis starts to get jealous of Harry’s budding friendship with senior Nick Grimshaw, Zayn and Liam develop a thing for each other, and Niall is the best mate anyone could have asked for. And suddenly, Harry’s crush on Louis doesn’t seem so utterly hopeless anymore.

Flightless Bird by DonnaHaywardsHead [ 35/35 | English | 97,723 ]

AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company’s production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

Coax The Cold by MediaWhore [ 14/14 | English | 86,160 ]

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I did - Happy Reading! :)

The Proposal part 1 |M|

You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin.

Originally posted by zynpyzkcu

word count: 5.2k

tags: smut for days, fluff(in later chapters), angst(in later chapters), badboy!Jimin, collegeAU!Jimin


Your heart would’ve jumped right out of your chest if not for your ribs that confined them because your heart was beating so fast. As you walked down the steps with stiff legs, your eyes were settled on the man who sat just a few rows ahead of you. You took in the his outfit–a simple over-sized black hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He was shoving his belongings inside of his black backpack as you approached him.

“J-Jimin?” You croaked, hoping that he didn’t hear your unsteady voice crack. Hearing his name, the college boy turned his head and you took in his features. He looked quite tired; his hooded eyes still seemed laced with sleep despite it being four in the afternoon. His bottom lip was red and plump as if he had been nibbling on it for a long time. He laid his eyes on you and you stiffened once again. Now that he was in front of you, your mind suddenly went blank.

“Yes?” He raised his eyebrows at you in curiosity. You gulped and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I would like to suggest a proposal,” you said and squeezed your eyes as you winced at your extreme awkwardness. Hearing that, Jimin raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat to face you.

“Am I in some kind of job interview?” Jimin chuckled lowly and caused your cheeks to heat. “What kind of proposal?” He asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Despite his raspy voice that sounded like he just woke up(and if he did you wouldn’t be surprised), it carried hints of playfulness in it as he focused his attention on you. Your eyes darted around the classroom that was beginning to fill back up with students for the next class and a part of you panicked.

“Well um, can we talk in the hall?” You muttered and waited as Jimin hesitantly. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and then waited for you to lead him out into the hall. With each step, you could feel your heart beating faster and you could hear your pulse in your ears. When the two of you exited the classroom, Jimin set his bag down and you took a deep breath. You could feel that his eyes were on you, waiting for you to speak. As you took a deep breath, you lifted your head to meet his dark gaze.

“I need you to–well I don’t really need you to, but I would very much like it if you…” your sentence trailed off as soon as your cheeks started to burn and your throat closed up. “If you would have sex with me.” You said the last part so quietly you could barely hear yourself. But seeing that Jimin’s tired eyes widened and how he raised his brows in surprise, you knew he heard every word.

“Have sex?” He reiterated a bit loudly and you shot him a look even though the halls were vacant besides the two of you. His eyes darted around before landing on you. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say you specifically, but seeing as you are…” you paused and examined Jimin again. “…Here which is convenient, and you’re not bad looking, which is a plus.” You stopped to observe Jimin’s facial expressions which was hard to pinpoint as he simply stared at you. Then, the thought dawned on you.

“But you don’t have to do it!” You exclaimed suddenly, your entire face and neck felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. “I realize that this is really weird since I don’t know you at all and I just asked you to have sex with me which sounds so desperate and-and a bit of a slut–”

“I’ll do it.” Jimin interrupted you and left your mouth agape.

“Y-You will?” You stammered as Jimin shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? I’m pretty sure you have a reason and to be honest, I feel flattered,” Jimin slipped his hands in his hoodie pocket. A coy smirk stretched on his lips as Jimin leaned against the wall. He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth as his eyes darted down to your loose sweater and jeans and then back to your eyes. “So when do you want to do this?”

You took a deep breath and averted your eyes so it felt like Jimin wasn’t staring at your heated cheeks. “Are you free this weekend? I’d like to do this as soon as possible.”

Jimin pondered with pursed lips. “Yeah, I’m free.” Jimin said and pushed himself off the wall. He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “Put your phone number in there and we’ll talk later.”

You took his phone in your hand and put your number in there before handing it back to him. Jimin bent down to pick up his bag and took his phone before winking at you as he passed by you.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”


It hadn’t even dawned on you that Jimin knew your name, but after thinking about it, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. You had been in at least one class together for three years, but you’ve never spoken to each other once. Jimin was known as the typical “bad boy” as he hung out with the wrong crowd, never showed up to class, and often got in trouble with campus security for vandalizing school property “on accident.” There was one case where Jimin and his friends had been accused of spray painting a sculpture completely black. This was earlier in their college years and was only the start of their growing reputation.

But sometimes(and emphasis on some) Jimin would show up to class like today looking like he hadn’t slept for days and dressed down in a simple hoodie or sweatpants with a beanie of snapback that covered his chestnut locks. You could tell by the girls he had basically clinging to his pants that he was, unlike you, experienced with sex. It wasn’t as if you were a prude or didn’t like sex, but it was never easy to be in a relationship. You were always caught up with school and work and never seemed to find time to fit it in.

That was a lie. A relationship seemed like the best thing to take your mind off your stressful life, but you could never find someone. It was as if the universe was telling you not to be in one or worse, telling everyone not to be with you. Either that, or you just attracted the wrong people. Or perhaps even worse than that– you weren’t attractive at all.

You tried your best not to think too much about such things as they kept you up at night and the only way for you to fall asleep was to shed some tears, which you hated doing. It was just… hard not to feel insecure about yourself. No matter what kind of people you liked, they never liked you back. You tried your best not to care–to convince yourself that you would find somebody to date and finally lose your virginity to, but it was now three years into college and you were still waiting.

You wondered if asking Jimin was being too desperate, but in all honestly, all your fucks were thrown out the window. At this rate, you would end up living and dying alone with your apartment filled with cats. It was too late to turn back now. You stood in front of Jimin’s apartment wearing a simple white tee and denim shorts. You had a baseball hat on top of your head to protect your eyes from the blaring sun. Around your shoulder was a simple handbag that you held your necessities, including a condom just in case Jimin didn’t have one, which he probably would.

You shook off your nerves as you knocked on Jimin’s front door. You stepped back and looked down at yourself to make sure you looked fine. When you heard shuffling on the other side of the door and saw the doorknob jiggle, you inhaled sharply. Your heart was beating abnormally fast and it wasn’t looking to calm down any moment.

The door opened slightly and Jimin poked his head through. His brown hair was ruffled messily and his eyes were squinted as if it was the first time in the day where he saw sunlight.

“Good morning,” he croaked in his usual voice. You frowned at him and let your shoulders sag.

“Morning? Jimin, it’s 6 in the afternoon.” You said as he stepped aside while ruffling his hair. You stepped inside his apartment which smelled of pine and cinnamon. A nostalgic smell that reminded you of Autumn. A soft chuckle came from Jimin as he closed the door and locked it.

“Yeah sorry, I was awake, really.” He said and led you to the room at the end of the hallway. The house was quiet except for the subtle hip hop music playing in a different room. Your head swiveled around as you took in your new environment.

“Are your roommates home?” You finally asked.

“They’re at work so don’t worry about people hearing you. We talked about this over text, didn’t we?” Jimin asked and opened the door to what you assumed was his room. You noticed that the soothing scent of pine became stronger and you resisted closing your eyes to bask in the smell.

“Yeah sorry, I guess I’m just a little nervous.” You replied and stepped in the room. It was a neat room with a queen sized bed against the wall and a black wood desk on the opposite side. A typical room for a college student. You expected it to be cleaner and dismissed the idea that Jimin cleaned his room just for you.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Jimin asked and you turned to him. “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to have sex with me if I reeled of body odor.” Jimin flashed a toothy smile before running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh yeah, no problem. Take your time.” You replied and smiled stiffly. Jimin nodded and gestured to the bed.

“You can make yourself comfortable. I’ll be quick.” He said and left the room. You hesitated to sit on his bed but you did, on the very edge of it. It was time. You were in a boy’s room and it was just the two of you in his apartment, and you were about to have sex. The idea was baffling and you would’ve never imagined that you would be in this situation, but this was your reality.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and pulled out your phone to check your social media for a bit. You thumbed through your instagram feed and it only felt like five minutes before you heard Jimin walking back down the hall. You slipped your phone back in your handbag and perked up when he entered the room. Jimin wore a white t-shirt, similar to yours as well as basketball shorts. He had a towel over his head as he dried his damp hair.

“I said to make yourself comfortable.” Jimin laughed, his voice was clearer now and more energetic compared to when he first greeted you. You froze when he pointed out your awkwardness and you wondered if it was really that noticeable.

“Sorry I just–I’ve never done this before.” You muttered under your breath. Jimin glanced at you from his phone and raised a brow.

“Done what? Sex?” He asked and you raised your head immediately.

“No! No, not that. I’ve never… hooked up with someone like this.” You fumbled with your fingers as you stretched a smile across your lips. Jimin watched you for a second before setting his phone on his desk. He tossed his towel on his chair and stepped slowly towards you. With the shift of action, your heartbeat began to pick up again. When Jimin stood in front of you, so close that your knees were touching his calves. His fingertips brushed against your shoulder and you flinched but he didn’t stop from trailing up your neck and ear until they traced your jaw. Jimin raised your chin so you were looking up at him. From this angle, you could see his dark gaze that intensified in a matter of seconds as well as his reddened, plump lips.

“Lay back for me,” his eyes darted to the bed and you gulped. You reached back to remove the hat from off top of your head and tossed it on the bed as you scooted back. Jimin climbed onto the bed and your mind started racing with all sorts of thoughts. Would it hurt? What if you can’t go through with it? Why did you put yourself in this situation in the first place? Was it too late to back out?

Jimin wasn’t helping by the way his hand snuck up your inner thigh. When his fingers traced the stitching of your pants over your crotch, you inhaled sharply and closed your eyes. His hands gripped the hem of your shorts and pulled them down slowly as he wanted to take to savor the sight of your light blue panties. Jimin pulled your shorts down completely before tossing them to the side and returned his hands to your thighs, massaging them as he rubbed tiny circles with his thumb.

Jimin pulled your legs so they wrapped around his waist. He hovered over so his hands were planted into the bed beside your arms. You stared into his hooded eyes for what seemed like minutes but it was only seconds until he pulled his gaze away. His hand snaked up your shirt as his fingers traced softly over stomach until he reached the edge of your bra. His eyes darted back to yours as if to one, see if you were comfortable and two, receive silent consent before slipping his fingers underneath. You felt his warm fingertip brush over your nipple and a sigh escaped your lips.

As Jimin worked your breast with one hand, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck. As he kissed it, you allowed a soft moan to escape. Your eyebrows knit from the slight, tingling pleasure that Jimin was giving you through his touch.

“Jimin,” you whispered and he glanced at you. You tried your best to speak through your embarrassment. “Please, touch me.”

He smirked and pinched your nipple. A startled gasp resonated throughout the room and Jimin’s lips returned to your neck. “I’m already touching you, baby.”

“You know what I mean.” You whined and traced your arm up his side under his shirt to grip his muscular shoulder blades. Feeling your nails sink into Jimin’s back, his deep moan vibrated against your neck. He pulled his lips away and nearly ground his hips into you.

“I won’t know unless you tell me.” He pushed on while massaging your breast. Your neck felt hot, not only from embarrassment but also from kisses that Jimin was peppering you with. Your nails found his back again and you trailed them down.

“I want you to finger me,” you whispered and pressed your cheek against his. “Please?” You pleaded and Jimin let out a groan by how close and sweet your voice was. Jimin began kissing down your chest and stomach until he reached your blue panties. He glanced up at you to see if you were showing any signs of discomfort, but seeing your bottom lip pulled under your teeth and your cheeks flushed red, Jimin only wanted to bring you more pleasure. To have you wriggling in pleasure underneath him with your fingers trembling in his brown locks as you tried to hold on with your remaining strength while coming over and over again.

The thought aroused Jimin even more and he felt himself get harder in his basketball shorts. He slipped his fingers underneath your panties before pulling them down; a string of your juices attached to the center and Jimin had to suppress a groan from the erotic sight. You were already so wet for him and from what? Just some simple touching and kissing–he hadn’t even gotten to the real foreplay and you were already on edge. As he pulled your panties off your legs, your scent was already so thick and arousing and all Jimin wanted to do was devour you whole.

He pressed his thumb against your folds and spread them; a surprised yelp resonated throughout the room as cold air hit your sex. Jimin ran his tongue against his lips to wet them as he watched your glistening juices that lined your slit.

“Already so wet…” Jimin growled and kissed your entrance and ran his tongue smoothly over your slit. Suddenly chills and shivers ran all throughout your body and your back arched off the bed in an instinctive reaction. As you squeezed your eyes shut, you moaned out loud. “You taste so damn good.”

“F-Fuck…” you cursed as Jimin focused solely on your clit, licking it and sucking it as if it were for his own pleasure. It didn’t take much due to your extreme sensitivity to have your body trembling and twitching underneath Jimin. One hand gripped the bedsheets while the other laid on top of Jimin’s head and from time to time, when his tongue made you see white stars, you clenched his brown locks.

Jimin rubbed the pads of his index finger against your slick entrance, gathering your juices over his fingers before sliding his fingers inside. You tightened around him in surprise as he slowly delved into your hole. You felt the meat of his palm press against your clit and you knew Jimin’s fingers were completely inside of you. He pulled them out and you moaned through pressed lips.

“So fucking wet… Look at all your juices sticking to my fingers.” Jimin stared at the strings that clung to his fingers. He couldn’t even imagine how wet and tight you would feel around his dick if you were already like this with his fingers.

Jimin pushed his fingers into you again and repeated the action while rubbing all of the sensitive parts inside of you which you didn’t even know existed. Each time his fingers dipped into you, your body twitched in response as your mind went blank.

When you felt your climax approaching, your body stilled and your moans became quiet while our breathing became more erratic and rapid. You were just about to come, Jimin pulled his lips away and your body jerked.

“Oh god,” you sighed and gave Jimin a disapproving look. The boy simply smirked at your needy behavior, but you could tell by how hard he was gripping his crotch that he was in the same situation. You licked your lips at the sight of his muscular forearms bulging with force.

“Seems like you’re ready for me.” Jimin said as he wiggled his fingers inside of you. You let out a shuddering moan and your hand reached out to grab onto his wrist, attempting to push his hand out before you come right then and there. Jimin pulled his fingers out and you watched him suck the juices off them. That sight alone was erotic enough, but you pulled your eyes away as they dropped to the pitching tent inside of shorts. And that was way more enticing.

“Should I… suck you off?” The question came as surprise to both of you. To you, the unfamiliar use of language that you never thought would come out of your mouth and him, the very thought of you sucking him off now while his boner was so hard it was almost painful could have him coming the minute you put your hands on him.

“I thought this was all about you,” Jimin smirked. His hand returned to your inner thigh and he squeezed it slightly.

“I mean, yeah, but… I don’t wanna just leave you like that.” You pouted making Jimin smile with his rows of pearly whites.

“I appreciate the gesture, sweet cheeks, but this time it’s all about you.” Jimin said and the fact that he was implying that there would be multiple times to this occasion went completely over your head. Currently, your mind was occupied as you gawked at Jimin as he slipped his thumbs under his shorts and yanked them down. His hard, veiny cock sprang up and his hands immediately wrapped around it, gripping it from the pink tip to the base of his cock.

“There’s a condom in the drawer to your left,” Jimin hissed. His voice sounded stiff, as he was suppressing a moan. You managed to pull your eyes away from his cock and opened the drawer to see a box of condoms. Picking one out, you opened it and sat up, bringing yourself closer to his cock. Jimin grabbed our wrist and squeezed it.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, just let me do at least one thing.” You rolled your eyes. Jimin reluctantly pulled his hand away and you positioned the condom on the tip of his dick. Jimin’s breath hitched and when you rolled the condom down his length, he let out a loud groan and bucked his hips into your hands. Your eyes shot open at his sudden(yet very very erotic) gesture and you lifted your head to see Jimin squeezing his eyes while clenching his hands at his sides. His eyes fluttered open to meet your and you noticed that his breathing had turned into short pants.

“Okay, its on. T-Take your hands off.” Jimin stuttered and you promptly pulled your hands away from his throbbing cock. Keeping eye contact with Jimin, you sat back down on the bed and leaned back. Jimin hovered over you and pressed his hands into the bed beside your head while studying your face.

“I’m putting it in, okay?” He asked with raised eyebrows and you nodded in response. Jimin leaned back and dug his heels into the bed while he gripped the back of your knees and pushed them so his dick was lined up with your sopping wet pussy. That, as well as Jimin had the perfect view of his cock plunging into your slick hole.

Jimin lined the tip up to your hole and slipped it in. Your body tenses immediately when you felt the foreign object inside of you and Jimin’s eyes immediately flicked up to see if you were okay. You were clutching your hands together, but you kept your gaze on Jimin; so innocent yet so intense and piercing. You never looked away from him and kept your eyes on him, anticipating his every move.

Jimin slowly slid the rest of his length in and so you were filled with all of Jimin. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened; you could feel his thick shaft stretching you out. It definitely stung, but the pain was bearable. It left a tinging sensation in your stomach and the sparkling white stars began to make another appearance.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jimin hissed and sucked in his lower lip. Jimin’s grip tightened and loosened around your knees as he tried to not slam his hips into you with the risk of hurting you or him coming in just a few thrusts. I mean, you were just so fucking tight.

Jimin pulled out slightly and bucked his hips into and both of you moaned out loud from the pleasure that was shared between the two of you. Jimin leaned in and buried his face into your neck while peppering you with more kisses along your collarbone.

“I’m gonna move faster, okay?” Jimin growled and bucked his hips upward. His pace picked up almost instantly and soon he was continuously thrusting into you. When he pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but moan into Jimin’s ear and when he trust into you, so fucking deeply, you started seeing stars and white spots that made your mind go blank and literally took your breath away.

“H-Holy–Jimin, it feels s-so go-ah-good,” you said in between breaths and tried to speak under the vigorous thrusts. Hearing your moans so close to his ears sent chills down his spine. He couldn’t resist the guttural grunts that came from the pit of his throat. The way your wet, hot walls squeezed around him like a vice made it nearly impossible to hold back the pleasurable moans.

Even though Jimin was literally fucking you until you were breathless under him and you couldn’t form any thoughts, you couldn’t help but imagine what his dick would feel like in another position. Everyone said missionary was “best” for your first time, but god, you never thought sex would feel this good.

You pressed your hand on Jimin’s chest while you trailed the other hand trailed down your stomach until you reached your clit. You rubbed it, just slightly but the extra pleasure pulses through you and you clenched around Jimin. He slammed his his into you and groaned out loud. Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed and you could see the veins in his neck as he strained himself.

“Shhiittt, don’t do that. Don’t–don’t fucking squeeze me or else I’m gonna cum.” Jimin growled and pressed his forehead against yours. You pulled your lip under your teeth and closed your eyes, savoring the full feeling of Jimin’s cock twitching inside of you.

“I can’t help it, you feel so good.” You sighed back, allowing your body to go limp.

No, you feel good. Too good. Jimin thought when he opened his eyes again to see your glazed fucked over eyes. You were just a living contradicting. How could someone be so innocently charming yet such a sex vixen in bed?

Jimin sighed and ground his hips into you. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groaned and sat back up. His hands grabbed the back of your knees and began thrusting faster, his hips grinding waves of pleasure into you and brought you closer to your orgasm.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin’s neck and cling to him as heat began to pool in your stomach. You could feel your body twitching and convulsing around Jimin and the only way you weren’t coming right then and there was to dig your nails into his back.

“J-Jimin, I think I’m gonna cum. Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.” You gasped and Jimin’s hand immediately trailed down your stomach to your clit and he began rubbing small circles over it. Part of it was to bring your orgasm closer but also because he knew that you would clench around him that would make him cum. And you did. Your tight pussy squeezed him and Jimin felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached.

“Shit,” Jimin growled and continued rubbing your clit while watching you squirm under him. Suddenly, your entire body tensed up and your head flew backwards as a long, shuddering moan echoed in the room. Both of your hands scratched up Jimin’s chest and back; your pussy pulsed around Jimin and he tried his best not to close his eyes because you were just a sight to behold. Your body was shivering and your mouth was slack with no words coming out, but your eyebrows were knit so deeply as you focused on coming.

Jimin bit his lip and slammed his hips into you as he came inside you, white strings of cum spilling inside the condom. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his small grunts vibrated against your neck. Jimin stayed inside of you until he got soft before sitting back up and slipped out of you. He pulled the condom out slowly and when you felt it pop out, you moaned. Jimin tied the condom before tossing it in the trash can beside his bed.

You sat up, or attempted to with your body still shuddering. Jimin’s hand came to grab your arm and help you sit up.

“Stay here, I’ll grab some water.” Jimin said and grabbed his shorts from the floor before slipping them back on. You listened to Jimin’s footsteps down the hall and into the kitchen. You laughed softly, slowly getting off the bed to find your panties. You shimmied back into them, legs still sore from all the fucking and by Jimin gripping your legs so hard. You glanced back to see if the back of your knees were bruised and sure enough there were red marks that stained your skin. You frowned just as Jimin walked back in.

“I think I might skip school tomorrow because of you.” You said wincing and jumping back on the edge of the bed. Jimin chuckled as he handed you an ice cold water bottle. You both drank the water but Jimin pulled away first.

“So how was your first time?” Jimin asked suddenly and you nearly did a spit-take. You felt water drip onto your shirt and you wiped your chin frantically.

“W-What?” You stammered as your eyes bulged out of their sockets. “What are you talking about?”

Jimin scoffed. “Please, I’ve been with enough girls to know when it’s their first time or not,” Jimin said with a smirk that made you blush in embarrassment. “So? How was it?”

You paused to take a sip of your drink, bringing the water bottle to your lips. “It was… amazing.” You blushed and hid your visually red cheeks behind the water bottle as you drank it. Jimin grinned widely and set the water bottle down on his desk.

“That’s good,” he said and flopped onto his desk chair. “So why did you ask me?”

“Well… I just didn’t want to seem like a prude for the rest of my life. I’m in fucking college and I haven’t gone past french kissing,” you sighed and covered your face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry you had to be at the end of my needy desperation.” You apologized and peeked at Jimin through your fingers.

Jimin smiled warmly. “No, I don’t think you’re desperate. It’s cute, honestly. I’ve never had a girl just straight up ask me to have sex with her.” Jimin chuckled. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” You gawked. Jimin frowned at you while narrowing his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped but the smirk on his lips made his playful tone noticeable.

“I mean, come on, you have girls flocking around you all the time. I would expect at least someone to ask you to have sex.”

Jimin pondered about it, trying to remember if a girl had ever asked him. Then, he frowned and shook his head. “No, never.”

You nodded blankly, still trying to take in the fact that you were the first girl to ask Jimin to have sex with them. Watching your amusing behavior, Jimin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Well, if you ever want to do this again, you have my number,” Jimin said and stood up. He walked over to you and brushed your hair behind your ears. Feeling his light touch as well as staring into his soft gaze, you felt your heart clench. “I don’t know about you, but I would like for this to be a regular thing.” He smirked. You gulped and pulled your gaze away.

“Yeah, I would… I would like that too.”

BTS Reactions To You Accidentally Giving Them A Boner

♡Seokjin♡:

You weren’t very fond of people waking you up. Seokjin unfortunately learned this the hard way when he had done it accidentally only to have to face your wrath. However, he had learned with time and progression through your relationship, that there was a way to get you to wake up happy.

He had begun his work in the kitchen when the smell of delicious food sprung you to consciousness. You were practically drooling as you made your way to the kitchen in nothing but Seokjin’s shirt and a flimsy pair of underwear.  

“Good morning Jagi,” he cooed as he heard your approaching steps. 

“What are you making?” You asked excitedly as you spotted him.

He looked back and was just about to answer when he finally turned to look at you. He could feel himself growing hard as his gaze was suddenly drawn to your exposed legs. The sight of you in just his shirt was irresistible but Seokjin being the gentleman he was, waited until after you ate before making a move. 

You had just begun to wash the dishes when he suddenly reached over you to shut the tap off. He pressed his body behind yours and held you close to him as he whispered into your ear, “I want dessert Jagiya.” 

“O-oh yeah? What did you want to eat?” You stuttered as you became aware of his growing bulge pressed against your ass. 

“You,” he breathed before he turned you around and rid you of his shirt. His hands quickly coming into contact with your exposed skin. 

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♡Yoongi♡:

In Yoongi’s eyes you were always attractive. However, it was moments like these; when he saw your eyes burning with passion, that he found you to be absolutely breathtaking. 

Your hands typed furiously against the keyboard, in a rush to get all your ideas for your next article down. You scrunched your eyebrows together and unconsciously bit your lip in concentration, absolutely driving Yoongi insane. 

He didn’t realize how big of turn on this side was of you until he felt a stir in his pants. Fuck.

“Are you almost done?” He asked from where he was lying on the bed, his voice a bit hoarse. 

“Mhm,” was your only answer as you continued to type away. 

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, willing his body to calm down. Now was not the time…but he couldn’t help himself. Before he knew it he found his way behind your chair. 

Your eyes shot wide open the second you felt his lips against your neck.

“Yoon-yoongi what are you doing?” You asked a bit breathlessly, as he had instantly gone for the spot you were the most sensitive.

“Can’t you take a break baby?” He whispered hotly against your ear.

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♡Hoseok♡:

“Like this?” You asked Hoseok hesitantly. 

You were beyond nervous. Hoseok was naturally good at dancing, but you on the other hand, could hardly walk without tripping. Which is why you hadn’t understood why Hoseok had asked you to help him practice the dance duet he had been working hard on choreographing. 

“Your body seems a bit stiff Jagiya,” he pointed out and you felt yourself deflate just a little.

“I’m sorry Hoseok. I don’t think I’m the best person to help you with this,” you sighed a tad bit defeated.

“Of course you are Jagiya! Don’t give up,” he encouraged with a bright smile, “just relax.”

You were curious as to what he was up to as he walked closer towards you and grabbed you by the waist.

 “Okay let’s practice another part,” he suggested, “let my body lead yours ok?”

Within seconds he had your bodies blended against one another and he had yours moving to the speed of his. Just as he turned your body, so you’d be facing him, he felt himself stir. 

He usually was pretty good at controlling himself but the sight of your sweaty body against his in the mirrors reflection, must’ve played quite a number on him. He couldn’t help it as he leaned closer towards you and drew you into a passionate kiss, completely stealing your breath away.

You were breathless as you pulled away and looked up at him a bit amused by the sudden attack of his lips, “uh-is that apart of the choreo?”

“Just between you and I,” was all he said before he leaned in to kiss you again, a bit more rougher and messier this time. 

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♡Namjoon♡:

Namjoon bit on his bottom lip as he stared at you intently from where he was seated. He couldn’t believe how easily you had managed to excite him. You hadn’t even intentionally done it. You had come over with the intention of watching a movie with him when you suddenly helped yourself to a banana. 

At the sight of your lips encircling the banana, any thoughts in Namjoon’s mind of a fluffy movie night was thrown out the window. 

“Namjoon?” You tilted your head in curiosity as you caught on to his intense stare.

Namjoon cleared his throat, a poor attempt at trying to calm himself down. It was too late, the desire to feel your body against him was too strong. 

“Are you done with that banana?” He asked, and you noticed that his voice was more hoarse than usual.

You looked at him, confused by the question, “…yes? Why?”

His eyes darkened as he gave you a small smirk, “because I’d rather have your lips wrapped around something else.”

It didn’t take much time for you to understand what he meant by that, Namjoon didn’t even really give you much time to think either. Before you knew it, he had you pinned under him on the couch.

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♡Jimin♡:

Jimin quietly cursed himself. Why had he thought that it’d be a good idea to have you sit on his lap?

He loved keeping you close but right now, he seriously regretted his decision. Especially since all the other members were gathered in the dorm’s living room with the two of you. You were just trying to get comfortable, but your constant movement had him getting hard, fast. The swelling of his dick was out of his control.

Your eyes widened the second you felt his bulge pressed up right against your ass. You turned around and sent him a questioningly glance.

“It’s because you keep moving,” he whispered, trying hard not be heard by the other members.

“Sorry,” you apologized, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit amused by the situation. Especially, when you saw Jimin close his eyes as he concentrated on calming himself down.

A sudden playfulness washed over you as you intentionally moved your ass a certain way against his bulge. You let a small smile grace your lips as you heard him release a soft hiss. 

“Are you okay?” You asked feigning innocence and that was the last straw for him. 

Before you knew it, Jimin had excused you both before leading you to his room only to have him press you up against a wall the second the door was closed.

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♡Taehyung♡:

“Stay still,” you giggled as you pushed Taehyung down on the bed and crawled on top of him, straddling him. 

“Uh Jagiya, what are you doing?” He muttered as a flush began to bloom across his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “don’t get all excited now.”

“I’m not,” he lied. He could already feel himself stirring in his pants, this was the affect you had on him. 

“Taehyung look at me,” you smiled, “I want to see your eyes.”

“My eyes?” He asked confused, but turned to look at you anyways. His excitment only growing at your close proximity. 

You nodded your head and leaned down so there was only a few inches between your lips and he contemplated kissing you. 

The second you saw the speck you had been searching for you grinned fondly, “ahh there it is! I love the mole under your eye so much.” 

Satisfied, you moved to get off his lap but Taehyung flipped your bodies instead so you were the one under him.

“I told you not to get excited Tae,” you jokingly chastised. 

“It’s a little too late for that…because of you I have a big problem now. it’s only fair that you help me with it,” he smirked as he licked his lips, the shyness from a few seconds ago completely gone.

You let out a small laugh before you drew him in for an intense kiss.

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♡Jungkook♡:

Fuck. Was the only thought running through Jungkook’s mind as his eyes were glued to your body.

Why had he thought this would be a good idea?

Jungkook hadn’t fully thought it through when he asked you to join him for his workout. Of course he knew stretching was important, but was it even legal for you to look this good as you did?

You had no idea about the affect you were having on him as you began your exercise with squats. Jungkook was restless and couldn’t seem to focus on anything but you and eventually there was a stir in his pants and he inwardly cursed. He no longer had any control over his body as his mind began to fill with lustful thoughts. 

You had just been going down for another squat when you felt Jungkook wrap his arms around your waist drawing you close to him. Your eyes began to widen as you felt something poking you from behind and finally realized what it was.

“Baby, I don’t think this was a good idea,” was all he said before he turned you around and captured your lips in his. 

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The Problem with Dany

If I had to pick a character who was the most difficult to talk about in this series, it would probably be Daenerys Targaryen.  The intersection of every single conflict and perspective–in world and modern–about her is one that is almost impossible to address without sidelining one element of it.

That her arc relies intensely white saviorism; depictions of the Dothraki are laden with racist tropes; her experience in Slaver’s Bay harkens to (but does not perfectly mirror) white conquest in the 19th century.  This pairs uncomfortably with the fact that she is 13-16 years old (I’m focusing predominantly on book!Daenerys in this–if you are here for show!Daenerys proceed with that in mind), a child sold into sex slavery, a rape victim, and someone who believes firmly and acts upon the belief that any society that relies upon slavery is not society.  As a woman in Martin’s historically inaccurate misogynistic world, she confronts challenges that are designed by the creator of the series to confront her womanhood; as a Targaryen/Valyrian/Westerosi far from her home and without the resources of that home, she is left with little choice but to look forward.

Creator-Character-Consumer

Before even touching on the content of A Song of Ice and Fire, a point that causes trouble, right out of the gate, is where do “problems” with Daenerys arise?  When, for example, does responsibility lie with a character, and when with the architect of her story?  Add into that–when does the responsibility lie with neither character, nor creator, but with instead the fans who are discussing the media in question?

All this is not to absolve Daenerys of whatever sins exist within her storyline. There are choices that the character makes that are reprehensible and for which the ultimate responsibility does lie with her; however it is also to say that many of the things that Daenerys is loathed for are decisions that lie instead at Martin’s feet.

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Zimbits AU where your world is black and white until you hear your soulmate laugh

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Jack knows his parents’ story off by heart.

Bob had been on the ice at an away game. The crowd was screaming; it was overtime. Things had been a bit tense. 

And then Bob had put a puck in the net of the opposition and that was it. The disappointed home audience had fallen into a quiet grumble after some polite clapping. Many hands were slapped on Bob’s back as the team skated towards the edge of the ice. Bob had been just about to leave the rink, and then-

A laugh. A snorting, wonderful laugh, and his world filled with color.

He had frozen where he stood, ears caught on the sound of that laugh and the voice that followed.

“I told you, didn’t I? No one’s got it like Bad Bobby Z!”

It was his turn to let out a laugh and he did, with gusto. His voice boomed so loud it had seemed to reverberate around the arena, every head swiveling to the source of the noise.

Every time he told that story, Bob swore blind he heard his soulmate’s gasp in the ensuing silence. Alicia would roll her eyes fondly, stating that she did not gasp, thank you very much, and that the dreadful nickname she’d called him had been popular among hockey fans at the time. 

Whatever the truth, they’d introduced themselves moments later and were married within the year. It was like that, with soulmates. Instantaneous.

Jack’s not heard that story since before the Draft. He knows people think if he’d found his soulmate before- before, he wouldn’t have done it. But people tend to over romanticize things out of habit. In the end, soulmates and laughter and colors had very little to do with how he ended up here.

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When did it become OK to be a dick to Taylor Swift?

She has every right to be proud of her achievements

by David Farrell 3 days ago 209 Views

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It’s cool to hate Taylor Swift.

If you were to believe what people say about Taylor Swift you would think she is nothing less than an evil mastermind bent on world destruction when, in fact, she is simply a musician whose work has been justifiably recognised for its more than considerable merit.

You may say that people hate on Taylor because Kim Kardashian exposed her as a snake, but in reality this was just the final straw. The tide has started to turn against Taylor well before that. The hate she received and is still receiving for winning the Grammy for Album of the Year in 2015 (which was completely beyond her control by the way) is a perfect example of that.

The fact is that people loathe to celebrate successful people, especially women. When it seems like someone is getting popular, they are immediately seen as too big for their boots and the criticism starts rolling in. They are the real snakes, not Taylor.

A perfect example of this is this article from BuzzFeed which accuses Taylor of making her entire career off playing the victim. BuzzFeed have previously been very supportive of Taylor, publishing articles like “21 Times Taylor Swift Proved She Has A Heart Of Gold”, “17 Reasons Why Taylor Swift Couldn’t Possibly Top “1989”. If you’re going to be critical, then please show a consistent line.

The truth is that now that it’s in vogue to hate on Taylor, publications like BuzzFeed have readily jumped on the bandwagon. Penning a 20-page long essay about how much you despise someone is tantamount to creating a ‘Mean Girls’-esque burn book. Not only is this playground behaviour, but also a colossal waste of everyone’s time. The whole article is redundant because by engaging in a personal attack upon Taylor’s character it ends up doing very thing it claims Taylor Swift has based her whole career on – turning her into a victim.

The disturbingly ruthless character assassination of Taylor has come about in an age when America is rebelling against the traditional girl next door. This once practically untouchable archetype has now been thrown out of the window in favour of celebrating diversity, which is undoubtedly fantastic for society. What we must be careful of, however, is to not go too far the other way in order to achieve this goal of equality.

How can the persecution of what Taylor stands for – the girl next door – belong in the diverse accepting society we want to create? This is a society where there is room for the gay kid, the black kid and the girl next door to sit at the same table, rather than one where the girl next door is left out to justify the years she enjoyed the spotlight over others. That’s called reverse discrimination, which benefits nobody. What we need to strive towards is equal spotlight, equal recognition.

There now exists a paradox whereby white artists like Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande, who all received Grammy nominations this year, are still clearly favoured by established institutions such as The Grammys, as evidenced by the events of last Sunday, but their work is unfairly dismissed by the masses as redundant fluff.

Taylor Swift winning Album of the Year angered a lot of people and whether or not it was the right decision it was the decision which was made and Taylor has every right to be proud of her achievement. After all, this was the moment she had worked for since she was 15. The culmination of the fruits of her labour. The fulfilment of her dreams. To rob anyone of that satisfaction is bullying no matter what the reason.

The fact is that ‘1989’ was, in fact, one of the best albums in recent memory, you can check out this BuzzFeed article for all the reasons why. You don’t need to carry a political message in order to be a bloody fantastic album. Taylor’s mastery lies in reinvention and pitch perfect PR campaigns. And newsflash, every single artist manipulates the media – Beyonce herself is just as shrewd a businesswoman and people adore her. It’s a fickle business.

The matter is one of respect. Artists, generally speaking, are much better at showing respect for one another, which is important considering that we lived in an era when pop is looked down upon as a lesser art. Taylor Swift had already declared herself a fan of Kendrick Lamar when she asked him to feature on her song ‘Bad Blood’. If Lamar did not respect Taylor’s work he would have declined, which begs the questions as to why the general public is so damning of Taylor on behalf of Lamar when the artist himself publicly has already declared his respect for her work.

Taylor Swift is an intelligent, strong woman who has managed to create a successful career for herself out of nothing and that is purely based on talent, not playing the victim. Do you think people who buy her albums if they carried the same message, but without her level of musical mastery? Absolutely not. Does society need to change to recognise more diverse talent – of course, but don’t blame Taylor Swift for a problem that should be equally shouldered by all of us.

Hello, it’s #optomstudies here again with another Sunday Study Tip on catching up when you’ve fallen behind!


A masterful skill that not even the best studyblrs may have tackled. A lot of advice in the studyblr community regarding this seems a little airy-fairy (I almost question if they remember what they themselves went through), so hopefully my post will shine a different light on it (or so I hope anyway!)


1. Work out what’s essential and what isn’t. You’ve basically wasted time right to get to this point right? With limited time left, use an Eisenhower matrix of Important vs. Urgent to determine what you need to do left. 

  • Important and Urgent - any and all due assessment tasks
  • Important but Not Urgent - studying lectures for exams, compulsory readings
  • Not Important but Urgent - additional homework tasks that need to be handed in but aren’t worth much, like logbooks
  • Not Important and Not Urgent - additional readings (although it’d be great if you did this, sorry, you’re out of time)

Then cross out everything that you can afford to not do. Ironically, I find that when I use the Eisenhower matrix when I am not strapped for time, studying (in the Important but Not Urgent category) usually gets the short end of the stick. But when I’m already falling behind, all the additional readings and homework tasks get thrown out the window and I just work on studying instead. 


2. Do everything that will take you less than 10 minutes to complete. Get all those pesky emails out of the way, all the small team meeting notes, everything else you need to do for someone else. That will cross out a whole chunk of things from your list. You’ll be left with the meaty stuff like studying, completing assignments, etc. 


3. It’s a little damn late for you to regularly revise, so just binge everything. Honestly, this is the best way to get everything done. Don’t switch tasks or subjects. You don’t want to spend about 20 minutes just getting into the flow before switching subjects once the hour’s up. Plus, since you’re already panicking, turn that fear and panic into motivation for you to really focus for long chunks of time - just think about what you do the day before a final exam - because the threat of the exam is imminent, you basically study the whole day right? Trust me, if you’ve really screwed up your study schedule, you won’t have to worry about common procrastination (assuming you don’t want to fail). 

University is just one assignment done, moving onto the next before you even have time to breathe. It’s usually quite different to high school in that everything is quite closely packed together since it’s a 13 week semester. In high school I thought that 3 assessments in a week was the end of the world (lol pls kid). 

So just do whatever needs to be done first, and then if you finish before the day the assignment/exam is done, then great, you can study for the next assessment task. 

Still, I do recommend chucking your phone out the window just in case, since people usually all study last minute, meaning they’ll be asking you “hey do you know wtf Prof was talking about in lec 5?″


4. Break up your courses into hour-long chunks. Although we’re bingeing, it’s important that you make a list, even if it just says “Lecture 1, Lecture 2, Lecture 3″ so that you have a direction to go. Don’t allocate too much time for any one lecture, but at the same time, be realistic about how much you can cover in an hour. For example, if you’ve got 6 hours until an exam, you’re either going to study Lectures 1-3 really well, Lectures 1-6 so-so, and Lectures 1-10 superficially. 

So choose wisely based on what you know or don’t know. If there’s a topic you know quite poorly, consider if it’s worth the time to study and learn the concept, or just bank on the subject not showing up in your exam. I’m actually pretty poor at gambling what will be in the exam, so I always choose to just study everything at a basic level. 

A common pitfall I find in this area is skipping the basic stuff. You think you know it, but when you close your book and try writing it out on a blank piece of paper, you suddenly falter. This has happened to me repeatedly in an exam. I know all the really complex stuff like the back of my hand before I get into the examination room, and then I suddenly get a really simple question and I’m like wait, what was the answer again? I advise making lecture outlines that you just rote learn - this comes in useful for long response questions because you’ll often remember the small details, but will forget the next section, meaning you miss out on a massive chunk of information if you forget. 


5. Rinse and repeat. Usually after about 2 weeks(?) of catching up like this I finally see the light of day and I can return to my normal schedule. If need be, I usually cut back on sleep to about 6 hours vs. 7.5 hours, but never pull an all nighter. You cannot do this unless you have breathing room the next day (which you won’t because you screwed up in the first place). Unless it is the very last assessment task, there’s a massive risk of ruining your next exam. 


6. Try and never do that last minute ditch again. 

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. - George Santayana. 

Never again right? Remember that starting early and finishing early is the key to good grades. We’re all just young uni students at the end of the day though, so do remember to forgive yourself if you end up repeating the procrastination. I’ll be cheering you all on! 


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“So fucking sleepy, baby,” you echoed, playfully pushing your ass back against his crotch and hearing him groan in your ear in response, a smile appearing on your lips.

He whined pitifully, feeling him pout against your cheek as he cupped your heat with his hand in an attempt to win you over, persuading you with gentle kisses on your jaw.

“You don’t have to do anything, i promise…Just spread your legs a little? Please? I’ll do all the work…,” he started bargaining, the desperation in his voice slightly rising, his arousal straining against your ass and through his sweatpants while he tried his best not to furiously dryhump you.

Trying really hard not to let a moan slip from your lips, you tightly pressed them together in a smile before steadying your voice, “What are you offering?”

Despite your hard-to-get attitude, you couldn’t deny how you felt yourself starting to throb between your legs, your panties already damp from just a bit of friction and his needy words, his heavy breathing against your skin. When you hissed in pleasure as he ran a single finger over your clothed slit, having you melt into his touch, you knew he knew it too.

“Everything,” he simply answered, the huskiness in his deep morning voice translating into a delicious shiver surging down your spine and straight to your core. Great, another language he proved to be fluent in.

You bit your lip so you wouldn’t full out grin from ear to ear like some kind of idiot, but angled your body further into his anyway. He wasn’t lying in any case, he was so hard it made your mouth water and your throat dry all at once. His erection felt like a solid rock, making it impossible for you to think about anything else than having it buried deep inside of you and how good he could make you feel with it. You’d just wanted to sleep in on a sunday morning, but all hopes of going back to that peaceful, quiet land of dreams were pretty much thrown out of the window by now.

“I’m gonna need some deets, boy,” your voice airy as you sighed the words out, accepting your fate by rocking your hips back once more to get the desired effect of a low groan from the back of his throat, before he lightly chuckled and caged you inside his tight embrace, the movements of his hips growing bolder at your playfulness.

“Look at you, just barely awake and already trying to get some dirty talk out of your poor, innocent boyfriend…You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“How can you call yourself innocent with your hand squeezed inbetween my legs and your dick grinding against my ass?” You retorted, though you couldn’t hide the smile in your voice.

Purple Jewels (M) | 04

Word Count: 6242
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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It was supposed to be an innocent trip to the movies– a date night because the two had been horribly busy over the last two weeks.

Keith picked Lance up around seven and was surprised to see the latter looking incredibly pale and bundled up in a coat despite the early fall temperatures.

“You’re sick,” Keith said flatly as Lance eased himself into the passenger seat. His hands gripped tightly around the wheel, but he kept his eyes trained on the brunet.

“I’m okay,” Lance said, but seconds later, he had to turn away to cough harshly into the crook of his elbow.

“Lance-”

“I said I’m fine,” Lance muttered out tiredly as a few, weaker coughs slipped past his lips. “Yeah I’m a little sick, but I haven’t seen you in two weeks, Keith. I want to spend time with you.”

Sighing, Keith leaned toward Lance and brushed a hand against the brunet’s too warm cheek. “We can spend the night in. We don’t have to go out.”

Lance shook his head. “We agreed on a proper date night. Let’s just go. I’ll be fine.”

Keith was reluctant, but he couldn’t counter Lance’s stubbornness. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking spot he was in.

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