trail dress

baby, my baby | 01

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count: 6.4 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

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“I’d like to take this time to announce that I’ll be returning to my Phantom family at the end of the month! June 28th will be my first performance back as Christine Daae and I couldn’t be happier! I’ll be on 6 times a week for the first two weeks of July and then back to my regular alternate schedule Wednesday nights and Saturday mats!” (From Rachel Eskenazi-Gold’s Insta)

percyyoulittleshit  asked:

fake dating au

written for my 1.5k followers celebration: 24-hour fanfic requests; want one? 

“Just… one night?”

Annabeth nodded from where she was standing outside the doorway, her hands in fists at her side.

“Just one night,” she said, trying not to sound too desperate.

Percy leaned against the doorway, considering her. He looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, his hair tousled and still blinking the last dregs of sleep from his eyes.

He hadn’t answered her when she’d called and texted, so Annabeth had done the next best thing and shown up at his apartment door.

“Free food,” Annabeth sang, poking his shoulder. “I know you like that.”

He caught her hand and smiled.

“You don’t have to bribe me,” Percy said, and Annabeth felt her heart stutter in her chest. “You’re my best friend. Let’s do it.”

Annabeth bit her lip. He didn’t need to know that he was the only person she’d known to ask, nor did he know that she was starting to regret it — not because she didn’t want to go with him, but because she wasn’t sure if her heart would be able to handle it.

“Okay,” Annabeth said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and glancing up at him.

“Okay,” Percy said. His lips lifted into that crooked grin she loved, and Annabeth realized it was going to be a long, long night.

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BTS Reaction to Their GF Being Insecure

Incognito;Can you please do a scenerio of BTS reacting to you (their girlfriend) calling yourself ugly/fat 🙏🙏💓 🙏🙏💓🙏🙏

Note: Hella late anonnie, sorry about that cutie. But, drabble requests are CLOSED. I accepted a few, which will take me time lol but just to let ya know reaction requests are always open, check out my faqs linked in my masterlist before sending anything! ((:

Jin ➳ His eyes darted over to your features in seconds, the softest insult ever dropping from your lips as you stared at the large poster of two beautiful women in bikinis smacked proudly in the middle of the shopping mall. Jin had to be lying if he said he didn’t see it coming, and as he pushed you away from the poster that caused your negative thoughts, he said, “do you know what the definition of beauty is?” You were snapped out of your reverie, raising a defeated eyebrow as he flashed you a smile. “It’s you.”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Suga ➳ You were feeling insecure, staring at many who walked past you in tight dresses as you slowly trailed off to your dress; quickly grabbing your cardigan to cover your tummy in shame. “God, I’m so fat.” You murmured and Yoongi had immediately froze, ending his talk with Taehyung suddenly as he raised an eyebrow.

“Fat?” He questioned with a frown, staring you up and down as he slowly pulled you in by the waist. “You’re nowhere near that, babe.”

Originally posted by yoongichii

J-Hope ➳ You knew how Hoseok would get every time you felt down, and that was why you never stated anything around him. If you did, he would try to prove you wrong, intertwining your fingers with his as he dragged you to a busy place, screaming to everyone and asking them if they found you beautiful, which they would always say an enthusiastic yes! to while he gave you a pleased wink. It embarrassed you every time, but eventually you grew used to it as it made you feel even more confident.

Originally posted by allforbts

RapMonster ➳ The both of you were on a date, and you were feeling small and nervous as Namjoon was only on his phone, not really paying much attention to you. You instantly felt your insecurities overpower your thoughts, thinking that you were too ugly for Namjoon’s attention but little did you know that you had voiced your thoughts out loud. He immediately locked his phone, putting it to the side as he reached for your hand and gave you a loving smile. “You’re wrong, you’re my starlight.” He grinned.

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jimin ➳ He couldn’t believe what he was hearing the moment he heard you belittle yourself, releasing your hand in uncertainty. Jimin bursted into a fit of giggles, as if what you said was a joke and while you sent him a glare he shook his head at you in disapproval. “Are you lying to yourself, love?” He asked, looking away as he tried to calm his laughter down because he really didn’t understand how you found yourself ugly in any way. “Because to me, you’re perfect.”

Originally posted by beui

V ➳ He was laughing so hard, dying as tears clouded his vision but once you had told Jimin about how fat you looked, his laughter seized on the spot. It was like he was on demand once the smallest of insults would fall from your vocal chords. He snapped his head towards you, looking offended in more ways than one as he would always tell you how beautiful and perfect you were to him and you saying that made him feel ignored. “Please, say it louder.” But you refused to even make another peep.

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Jungkook ➳ You always wondered how you got a handsome man to belong to you, knowing how horrible you looked and how he deserved someone much better. And once you voiced it out loud as a joke to the man by saying how hideous you looked, he erupted in soft chuckles while walking closer to you. “If you’re ugly,” he started, his hand reaching to cup your cheek as he slowly leaned in, “then I must be butt ugly.” You laughed while he smiled, giving you a small peck onto your lips.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs


braveten  asked:

kic au where everything is the same but instead of the jeans(tm) it's the skirt(tm)

shoutout to the anonimals™! yall are so cute and funny thanks for keeping me company on goog docs :) 

half of this was unnecessary but it’s because the universe won’t give victor a break womp womp soz vic 


“H-hold on!”

Yuuri stares at himself in the mirror.

The skirt is short, is the thing. It’s leather, with a diagonal zip on the front and a small cut over his right thigh. His knees brush together as he shuffles his feet self-consciously, and he stumbles backwards until his shoulder blades meet the wall of the fitting room.

“Yuuri, can I see?” Phichit’s excited voice floats from the other side of the door. “C’mon, c’mon, lemme…”

Yuuri takes a deep breath and pulls the door open, screws his eyes shut.

“…see the—holy shit, Yuuri.”

Yuuri exhales, keeps his eyes closed. “How bad is it?” he demands. When Phichit doesn’t reply, he peeks one eye open. “Phichit?”

His friend stares at him, slack-jawed. “You’re…”

He throws his face into his hands. “I knew it, this was a terrible idea.”

“Really, really hot, Yuuri,” Phichit finishes. He breaks into a smile. “Victor’s gonna freak.”

“It’s not for Victor,” Yuuri mumbles, cheeks pinkening. “Mila said I had to shop and—”

“And we’re getting you matching shoes with that outfit.” Phichit practically hauls him out of the fitting room. “Keep it on, let’s go pay.”

Yuuri pays for the skirt, miraculously maintaining a straight face at the hundred dollar price tag. One skirt. One skirt.

Phichit finds him a blouse at Dolce & Gabbana, platform shoes at Prada (“One day, I’ll get you to wear heels,” Phichit promises) and Yuuri is convinced that he doesn’t care, at all, about the state of his bank account.

“I hope this means you’ve got my half of the rent covered next month,” Yuuri tells him as his card gets swiped for the third time that day.

Phichit snorts. “If you’re still my roommate next month.”

Yuuri frowns. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Phichit only winks back at him.

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Best drinks in Town. [Smut]

A;N: Hello pretty people! I’m so sorry I have been gone (writing wise) for so long! Life’s been a bit hectic lately! However, I had this idea and I couldn’t get it out my head! Enjoy! xox

Pairing: Stuart TwomblyxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 5,851

Listen to me.

Originally posted by writingissatansworstnightmare

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Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by jacksonisjbssin

Chapter 2 of Yours, Unfaithfully.

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut

Chapter 1

The rest of the evening you went through the motions, smiling through the pain as countless guests congratulated you on your upcoming nuptials.

You wished you could leave. You wanted to hate your parents for separating you from the one person who understood every part of your heart, mind and body, but you couldn’t. They had given you everything under the sun and in their own way, you knew they were doing what they thought was best for you.

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Midnight Masquerade - Part 1

Originally posted by gothdollysedits

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Vampire!AU

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask? 

Pairing: Reader x BTS

Word count: 1,368

Warnings: Some swearing here and there.

(This is more of an introductory part, so no other warnings for the moment.)

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

This is my first time writing a scenario or a series, so constructive criticism is encouraged! Please do let me know what you think!

“Is this really a good idea?” You nervously questioned your best friend, who was helping to tie up the back of your long, trailing dress. “You know I’m not the type for fancy balls, or even dumb parties,” you complained, earning a playful hit on your shoulder from your best friend, Mina. 

“It’ll be fun, (Y/N), stop complaining,” Mina rolled her eyes at you, as she finished up with your dress, pushing you over gently so she could stand in front of the mirror. “Now come help me fix my dress.”

You let out an airy sigh, as you moved behind Mina, taking the strings of her dress in your hands, and attempting to tie it up, fumbling a little bit.

None of your immediate families were particularly well off or rich to be holding such extravagant events (although Mina’s family was slightly more than yours), but a distant aunt of Mina had sent her a mysterious invite to this masquerade ball, the only details given being the address and the time, and the event itself.

“What’s this?” You flipped the card around in your hand, glancing up at Mina, your eyebrows raised in a questioning expression. 

“What does it look like, dummy?” She shook her head at you, smirking as you continued to look at her, not seeing the funny side of things. “An invite, of course.”

“And why are you showing me this exactly?” You looked back down at the card in your hands, running a finger across the glittery border of the card. The print was very simple, and the card itself was void of any details except a few sentences. You tilted your head to the side, looking up at Mina, then back down at the card.

“Because…” She moved to your side, pointing at the words on the card. “I want you to be my plus-one.”

You squinted at her in disbelief, and yet the smirk on her face wouldn’t fade.

And here you were, stood in her room, as Mina rushed around, anxiously biting her lip as she tried to get ready in time, leaving you feeling lost in the flurry of clothes that she scattered around the room.

Mina stood at the full length mirror, carefully applying her lipstick, various bottles and containers scattered on her bed. You stood awkwardly in the centre of the room, anxiously rubbing your bare arm as your eyes wandered around, halting when you noticed your mask sitting on a nearby chair by your heels.

The mask was a deep red colour, to match with your dress. It was covered with intricate black lace, a single black feather protruding off the side. It covered most of your face, leaving only your lips and your chin exposed. You deliberately picked out one that would cover most, if not all, of your features, wanting to remain as anonymous as possible. 

“(Y/N)!” Your best friend called out, causing you to snap back into reality, as you looked up at her, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she held up at least five different make-up items in her hands. “Your turn.”

“Oh boy.” You’d rolled your eyes, reluctantly dragging yourself over, positioning yourself next to the mirror so Mina could start work on you.


After what seemed like hours later, the two of you were finally on your way, as you leaned back in the oddly luxurious limousine that had pulled up in front of the house. You kept anxiously touching your hair, running your hand along the intricate braids running across the crown of your head. Re-adjusting the mask covering your face, your hands would fall back into your lap, only for you to begin touching your face again, in an anxious state. Mina noticed, gently taking hold of your hands and pulling them down. Looking up at your face, you made eye contact, her eyes softening with concern, causing you to attempt a smile. 

Even though she did get a bit carried away sometimes, she was your best friend, and she knew she’d pulled you out of your comfort zone. Even so, you tried to be enthusiastic for her, constantly reassuring yourself that it would be fun, and that maybe it was a good thing. Despite your efforts, there was still be a lingering sense of foreboding in the back of your mind that wouldn’t go away. Smoothing down the ruffles on your dress, you’d looked directly ahead, a small sigh escaping your lips as you nervously anticipated the journey ahead.


Stepping out of the limo, you thanked the driver, who simply flashed an alluring smile at the two of you, before driving away. You’d gulp slightly, a small lump forming in your throat as your eyes wandered down the long, winding path ahead of you, looking up at the enormous, magnificent building at the end of the path. Although it looked old, it had a certain regal beauty to it, and you guessed that it must belong to some rich family who had nothing better to do with their money. You felt incredibly small standing there, as the grounds it was located on seemed to stretch on for miles and miles.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Mina called out eagerly, tugging on your arm. “What are you waiting for?” You looked around one more time, before taking a deep breath, and holding up your dress, beginning to trudge after Mina, who was already ahead of you.

“This should be interesting,” you thought to yourself, as you trailed behind Mina like a lost puppy, still taking in the scenery around you.

Eventually, you’d reach the doors of the building, which seemed to be sealed shut. “Is there maybe a doorbell or something?” You’d murmur to yourself, as your eyes scanned the patterned door frame, but to no avail. You’d throw your hands up in slight frustration, tapping your foot impatiently.

Seemingly in response, the doors flew open, taking you both back by surprise. “Oh.” You rubbed your neck sheepishly, as Mina grabbed your hand, dragging you into the hall, and into the huge flock of elegantly dressed people, with their carefully tailored dresses and tuxedos. You awkwardly bumped into people here and there while attempting to follow Mina, causing them to shoot you an displeased expression. You stopped for a second to gather yourself together, looking down at your dress and pulling it up slightly. However, when you looked ahead again, you had lost all sight of Mina in the flood of people, your eyes widening in shock. “Oh fuck,” you cursed, craning your neck in an attempt to find her, but for nothing. “Now what?” You asked yourself, pressing your hand to your forehead in annoyance.

You continued to snake through, occasionally looking around the guests. They were all strangely pale, you noticed, which contrasted with the colourful dresses and lipsticks of the women. As you were so caught up in the place, you didn’t notice when crashed into the firm chest of yet another person. You opened your mouth to apologise, but your voice caught in your throat as your eyes trailed up to make eye contact with the stranger. His hair was a grey, almost silvery colour, his plump lips stretched into a devilish smile and he stood there, arms crossed, an expectant expression on his face. You took in his outfit, a black shirt with ruffles around the collar, a tuxedo with intricate silver patterns decorating it. 

“My eyes are up here, princess,” he said in a slightly seductive tone, making you look up at him again, the lump in your throat only growing bigger. 

“Now,” he leaned in ever so slightly, as you gulped, frozen in position. “What do we have here?” His hand began to trail down your arm, and you flinched from his cold touch. “I’m not going to hurt you, princess,” he chuckled darkly, leaving you regretting ever coming with Mina to this mysterious place. At the same time, there was something so intriguing about him, something about the sparkle in his eyes that shined even through his mask, that kept you frozen in place.

He gestured his arm out to you, the smirk never leaving his face as he asked, “May I have this dance, princess?”

What’s in a Name? (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Summary: Requested. It seems to be love at first sight when you meet a stranger at a masquerade ball, but soon you find out that it’s in your blood to hate him.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,084.

A/N: So this is super dramatic, pretty AU, a little rushed, but that’s okay. I absolutely loved this request when I first got it, so not only will there probably be a part two to this, I’m also going to make it a fanfic on Wattpad, so follow me @dolcns to know when it’s posted!

Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Los Angeles, where we lay our scene…

Your sparkling golden, smoked out eyes scanned the ballroom of your Hollywood Hills mansion. It was strange to see the room so full, so busy, so bright, when usually you were running around the huge space and sliding along the marble floors with fuzzy socks on your feet. Tonight, however, instead of fuzzy socks, gold Jimmy Choo shoes clad your feet.

The gala greeted you as you entered the double doors, the smell of ridiculously expensive perfumes and colognes instantly tingling your nostrils. Several pairs of eyes fell on you and stared in wonder. One of your feet stepped in front of the other, and you were gliding gracefully through the crowd of wealthy adults, the tail of your dress trailing behind you along the ground. Aside from your cousin, who, still, was older than you by several years, you were the youngest attendee, and the one who stood out most.

All of a sudden, you stopped your walking aimlessly, and your hand was down the front of your dress until you had retrieved something you had completely forgotten was pressing hard against your breast. Your brilliant, delicate mask was hand-crafted to fit your face shape. It was a rose gold colour, similar to the silk Ralph Lauren gown you wore, and was decorated with gems and pearls and carved with intricate twirls and floral designs. You wrapped it around your head slowly, just glad that your mother or father weren’t there to scold you for forgetting that the theme of the gala you were attending was masquerade.

Your cousin was nowhere in sight, neither was anyone else that was familiar or someone you could talk you comfortably, but that was only because you couldn’t see much of the crowd at your height. Faces hidden away by expensive masks of different shapes and sizes made it hard for you to recognise anyone, and so you simply accepted the fact that you were all alone until your parents arrived.

As a steward shuffled past you, you plucked up whatever was on the tray he carried and popped it into your mouth. The delicious taste of what you thought was mozzarella lingered in your mouth, but before you could grab more of the finger food, the steward had long disappeared and you were left disappointed and hungry.

Next of all, you were greeted by someone’s soft fingertips on your upper arm, forcing you to twirl around to be met with the face of your cousin, who had cleaned up well as always.

“Dance with me?” he asked, and then you were clinging to the man and swaying along to the live instrumental music that flowed throughout the huge hall softly. Finally you fit into the crowd, no longer looking utterly lost amongst people dancing casually together, socialising and clinking their glasses of champagne.

“So, are you excited? For your parents, I mean,” your cousin questioned.

“Of course I am,” you replied. “They’ve been working on this model for so long. I just really hope it all pays off.”

“Your parents never disappoint, coz. Also, you’ll be a step ahead of the Dolans. A few steps, perhaps.”

The Dolans. The mere slip of the name from one’s mouth was enough to draw goosebumps along your skin and force uncomfortable chills down your back. A hatred for them had lived deep inside you for as long as you could remember. The family owned the company that rivaled your own family’s, which was where the competitiveness grew from, and from that grew loathing. Two of the most successful car companies were inevitably bound to butt heads and rival one another.

“Perhaps you’re right, coz,” you agreed, smiling weakly. You winced when your cousin’s face had suddenly scrunched into agony, and he visibly did his best to keep from screaming out loud– your (nearly) five-inch heel had landed directly in the middle of one the man’s black oxfords. “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

He sighed, and you knew his blood was on the verge of boiling. “I’m fine, (Y/N). You always did have two left feet, right?”


Before you could even blink, someone had grabbed your hand and you were spinning until you hit someone’s hard chest. You were no longer dancing with your cousin. Instead, you looked up, curiosity taking over. A pair of sharp, hazel eyes stared at you from behind a silver mask. His dark hair had light curls in it as it was styled upwards and swept to the side. A strong, chiseled jaw intimidated you and his lips… they were the most perfect, plump pillows you had ever seen and it took everything in you not to kiss this stranger then and there.

You were still in shock as he guided you from side to side. How he had done something so suave and smooth left you in awe. His warm, large hand lay on your hip, sending sparks and shivers throughout your body. His other hand gripped one of your own, and they fit together like two jigsaw pieces.

“Hello,” came his deep voice. It was the perfect mix between gruff and smooth like chocolate that made you weak at the knees. A smirk lay on his lips, just inches away from you, and it was the most heavenly image your eyes had ever seen.

“H-hi,” you managed. A tiny squeal left your mouth as he raised your arm into the air, spun you around and pulled you back into his broad body. His tux was definitely custom made and tailored to his body, seeing as how snug it looked all over.

Being pressed up against him, your chest to his chest, was something you never knew you needed until then. His possessive grip on you made you crave him, his hot breath fanning over the flesh of your neck gave you the most tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach and you absolutely loved it. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing straight up, all because of a stranger.

Something you’d noticed was that whenever your foot would almost step on his, he’d step an inch or two to the side, narrowly missing the weapon that was your heel without having to even glance down. To say the least, you were impressed.

“You’re a good dancer,” you breathed, your voice coming out a lot more nervous than you’d intended.

“You have potential,” he responded, drawing a nervous chuckle from you.

“Thank you… I guess,” you murmured, the corners of your lips curling upwards slightly. You were too stunned by him to say any more, lost in the sea of earthy brown that were his eyes. They gleamed as he gazed down at you with the most passion anyone had ever looked at you with, and he never dared to look away even as he twirled you around.

“I wish I had enough time to tell you how breathtaking you are, but unfortunately we can’t all get what we want. You’ll just have to trust my word for it. Do you trust me?”

His words rolled off his tongue like smoke curling from a blown out candle and invading your lungs. It was dangerously intoxicating, but it was perhaps the most exhilarating, satisfying addictive feeling you had ever felt.

You found yourself nodding your head lightly and a small “yes” slipped past your lips.

“Yes what? I want to hear you say it.”

“I trust you,” you hummed, your voice barely a whisper. Your breath had caught in your throat, and once again you were incapable of saying anything else.

“Good,” he said, a satisfied grin taking over his lips.

His fingers intertwined with yours and suddenly, he was leading you towards the double doors through which you had entered moments ago. His stride was long and he walked at a fast pace, forcing you to have to jog a little to keep up with him. It was hard to do in your tall heels, but you simply didn’t have the courage to tell him to slow down. He had to have been rushing for a reason anyway, and it excited you.

You followed him up the grand staircase, your heels clacking against the marble floors with each step until finally, you had reached just one of the balconies that your mansion had, the biggest one, situated at the front of the house above the front door.

The stars twinkled above your heads, and you gazed at the tiny white dots that peppered the sky, but your astonishment for them quickly disappeared when you felt his fingers gingerly curl around your hand again. For a moment, he simply gazed at you, drinking you in.

“I feel like… I shouldn’t even be standing here with you, I shouldn’t even be touching your hand. You’re like a saint, and I’m an unworthy pilgrim,” he told you.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,” you grinned.

“Romeo and Juliet?” he questioned, and his face moved closer to you as he leaned against the edge of the balcony. He breathed against your skin once again, just light enough to send a wave of tingles down your spine.

“It’s a classic.” You bit your bottom lip. It was stained with bold, red lipstick that you knew made your lips look thick and plump. The man proved this, too. He stared hard as your teeth caught the flesh lightly.

“Indeed it is. Don’t you think we’re in quite a similar situation? Two strangers meet at a masquerade ball. They dance together. Become infatuated with one another and sneak away to be alone.”

He knew you were infatuated with him. It wasn’t cockiness– he was right. You’d never felt things like what he had made you feel.

“Do you know what happens next?” he asked, despite already knowing the answer.

“They kiss…”

He nodded. His face had been growing closer and closer without you having even realised. For a moment, he hesitated, but then you shut your eyes and pressed your lips against his in a sweet, tender, yet fiercely passionate kiss. His lips felt even softer than they looked, were even more intoxicating than you had imagined. They were pure heaven, and you never wanted to sin again. One of his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him, while his other hand moved up and cupped your cheek gently.

It was all over so quickly. A voice drew you and the man apart, both of you gasping for air.

“(Y/N), your mother is looking for you.”

It was your maid. You pursed your lips together, and with an apologetic look, left.

“Who is her mother?”

“The woman in charge of everything, of course. Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

His heart dropped. Had he misheard the woman? Could he really have fallen in love with the girl who was meant to be his worst enemy?

A string of curses fell from his lips, and he pulled at his hair. What was he to do?

“Sir, what’s got you this… distressed? Do you need a glass of water or anything?”

The man reached up to untie his mask. He pulled it from his face, and the maid understood it all.

After having spoken to your mother about something insignificant, you called out for your maid when you spotted her once again.

“That man I was with… Do you know who he is?”

The small woman gave you a worried look, and you weren’t so sure if you wanted to find out anymore. The curiosity was killing you, however, and you so desperately wanted to see him again.

“His name is Ethan. He’s the son of Mr. and Mrs. Dolan.”

Dolan. He was a Dolan. Could you have been anymore unfortunate? Your parents would never allow it. Even the mention of the name often got you into trouble, and so seeing him again was not even in your wildest dreams.

Then it hit you. Like a speeding train had crashed into you, you realised that he had forgotten the most important element of Romeo and Juliet: they were star-crossed lovers, both from two families whose hatred for one another ran in their blood. He was Romeo, and you were Juliet.

… My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy.

RFA Wedding HCs: Jumin

Oh I’ve been waiting to do this one

• the wedding is SO classy
• The wedding was so big it was probably a national holiday tbh
• like Jumin is so bougie
• he spared no expense
• half the guest list is people MC doesn’t even know
• Juju wants everything to be perfect for MC
• they’re like as long as you’re there it’ll be perfect
• Jumin hired a fancy ass French wedding planner
• MC and Jumin agreed with most of the stuff they were suggesting
• but MC disagreed with the food choices
• the wedding planner was tryna serve crab cakes and caviar
• Mc was like

• the wedding was probably in a palace or something
• like there are those weddings where you’re scared to touch anything or pocket everything because it’s all so beautiful
• that was Jumin and MC’s wedding
• the colour scheme was so nice it was like rose gold ,dark purple, blood orange and black
• Jumin was wearing the classic black tux
• he looked finnneee as fuck
• Well I mean he wears suits like everyday but shhhh
• the wedding venue was super fancy
• like Palace of Versailles fancy
• ornate ceilings, statues, fountains, the works
it even had its own hedge maze
• the ceremony was in some big ass cathedral
• when the thing actually started Jumin was eerily calm
• on the inside he was freaking out rip Jumin
• then MC entered looking like a goddess
• dress trailing behind, hair on fleek, tiara poised on head, holding the biggest bouquet known to man
• They were looking finnneee 2.0
• like Juju and MC looked so classy together
• Instagram was blowing up with pictures from the wedding
• Chairman Han was blubbering
• his son is finally becoming a man about time
• MC was also shedding some tears
• Jumin had the widest grin on his face the whole day it was co cute

It Isn’t Love || Seungcheol || Pt. 1

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 //

Word Count: 3862

Genre: fluff, angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Summary: In order to solidify and further prove the alliance of two kingdoms, the Choi Kingdom had decided to arrange a marriage between their kingdom and the Lee Kingdom. It was a great plan! Now, if only the two parties personally involved were willing…

Three sets of horses pulled up at the palace gates. The leader of the group, the second prince of this kingdom, pulled at the reins of his horse, halting the group as they watched a procession make its way through the gates first. He raised an eyebrow, watching in silence until he heard one of his men urging him to get off the horse. He slipped off, handing the reins to a nearby stable boy and he frowned, turning his aide-de-camp.

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He’s a thinker, a planner, and a philosopher, dissecting life and the world’s inhabitants. He likes to study the girl in his Potions period. She always wraps her hair into a tight bun, never quite catching each strand or curl. Her eyebrows never seem void of emotion, constantly expressing each thought or concern. He likes to watch her think. She does this thing, licking a stripe along her bottom lip, then quickly sucking the plump, pink flesh into her mouth. She doesn’t intend to give him a raging hard-on, but then again, she doesn’t even know he exists. He’s like a ghost to her. Constantly watching. Constantly waiting for attention, yet never being seen, never being realized, never being noted. He has a ‘shrine,’ as Zabini calls it. Its nothing much, just a box of things significant to them her himself. She dropped a quill in a hurry towards lunch; he meant to give it back, but never felt the urge to separate himself from a thing she touched, used, cared for. He wants her to touch him. He wants her to use him. If she only cared- then the world would be perfect.
Everyone has a way to deal with things. Theodore swims in the Black Lake when he’s stressed. On a cold day, when the wind shouts and the moon beams, he floats along the water’s edge, staring into black nothingness, the chill of the liquid plunging into his bones. No one gets why he does it, but Draco suspects he finds some sort of peace, knowing that the cold and dark feeling is his choice. Pansy’s a whore and everyone knows it. She’ll spread her legs for anyone that calls her pretty. She once said, drunk and insecure, that sex was an escape from feeling emotionally raped. He’s never judged her since. Blaise, perhaps, is the most sane of the three. He sings in the shower. Sure, to other houses, it might seem mundane, but to Zabini, its something else entirely. He’s quiet. That’s all he is, really. He’s the quiet, winter chill no one can touch. He only even responds to three other people in the castle, simply because they’re the only ones who won’t shriek in fear. Even with Malfoy, he barely laughs. The only time Draco ever saw him gasp for air from a joke is when Theo peed on himself at the beach. Yet, when everyone has left quidditch practice, and he thinks he’s alone, by himself, Blaise will casually hum a Sinatra tune, soon expanding into a full belt. He actually has a nice voice, from what Draco’s heard. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if Blaise pursued in the art, behind closed doors, of course. However, floating in the abyss, drowning in sex, and singing into an empty loo didn’t really scream Draco. He found an alternative.

Dearest Y/n,

You don’t know me. I don’t quite know you. 
You see, I don’t even know your middle name. I don’t know if you like the colour blue, or if you’ve ever been stung by a bee. Yet, I know that when you’re feeling sad, you pick at your fingernails and get an unbelievably adorable pout. I know that when you’re happy, you click your toes along the tile floor and crinkle your nose like a bunny rabbit. I know that you’re grossed out by frog legs, and that you hate being partnered with Anthony Goldstein. 
I realize this all must be a bit odd, and even creepy, so I’ll tell you some things about me. When I’m upset, I close my eyes, and imagine you and myself dancing in a field of violets. You’re dressed in a pretty, white sundress, your hair soaked wet from our day in the ocean. The sun is drying us, and for once in my day, I smile, imagining what life would be like if you were mine. When I’m happy, I write. I write to you, telling you about my day. I tell myself you’ll read this letter, and that you actually care about how my existence. I’m grossed out by messy eaters, and I positively hate cockroaches. 
I believe you have the right to know I’m in love with you. I understand how hard it must be to understand. But, please know that I believe you’re beautiful perfection everything. You’re my Aphrodite, my Cleopatra, my Victoria. I feel like I’m flying with angel wings when you bump into me while reaching for an ingredient and I can feel my heart leap into my throat whenever I hear your voice. I know this is what love feels like, and I just think you should know.

Best Regards,
Draco L. Malfoy

Four of these were made per day. He would vent about how stupidly Gryffindors acted, or if Trelawney assigned a project over the weekend. At night, he’d dream of Italian honeymoons and promiscuous rendezvous in the Prefect’s bathroom. However, on a particularly gloomy, Friday afternoon in February, he was interrupted abruptly from a smutty letter on the fourteenth.

Dearest Y/n,

It is finally the fourteenth of February. Saint Valentine has separated a day from the year where couples and singles and friends and enemies can come together, spreading the sheer joy of love. I absolutely despise it. I’ve never been anyone’s Valentine, but I think I could be a good candidate. I know that if you were mine, I’d lavish you in chocolates and diamonds. I’d enchant the Room of Requirement to become a lover’s paradise, complete with a lofty bed. I’d spread you onto the silky, pink sheets, kissing your neck and ravishing your skin. I’d watch your lips pucker with a choked moan, rutting into the mattress as you claw my back. Slowly, I’d lift your delicate dress, trailing my hand up your-

WHAT?!’ Blaise huffed, throwing a book towards Draco’s head. ‘We have a Charms exam Monday, and I am not allowing you to waste the weekend studying when we could finish it all right now.’ He took one look at the undignified paper before willing away his erection, and marching out the dormitory with a slam. He really hated it when Blaise was right.
Macbeth, the Malfoy family owl, was making a round trip to Draco for the holiday. His mother delivered a fresh box of sweets, to ‘get through the lonely times,’ while his father restocked his Gringotts account. However, the eagle-owl spotted a letter on the desk of Master Malfoy, along with a heady stack of signed and stamped messages. Hooting towards Theo, the boy smiled, lazily, slipping into his pajamas. ‘Hey, there, Oh Great Ruler, Macbeth.’ The owl nearly smiled, landing onto the shoulder of its companion. ‘How’ve you been, you elusive thing? Good, I hope.’ Snatching a rat’s tale from his satchel, he threw it into Macbeth’s mouth, smiling as the bird happily nibbled on its treat. Theo jerked his thumb towards the letters, almost smirking. ‘Can you believe he’s been writing telegrams to Y/n L/n for nearly two years and has yet to say hello? All he really needs is a nudge-WAIT!’ The bird swooped down to the desk, swiftly picking up a dozen letters, including the dirty passage he had yet to finish. Theo was already a dead man.

a/n- part II or nah

Oscars Red Carpet (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

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« How much glamour, fame, and excitement can one red carpet take? Welcome everyone to Hollywood’s biggest night, the 89th Academy Awards, welcome everyone to the Oscars!” Robin Roberts shouted to the camera.


“Okay Y/N, here we are!” Your manager and close friend, tapped your shoulder excitedly. It was your first Oscars and first ever nomination. So, the butterflies in your stomach were definitely fluttering like mad and they have been for the past two weeks.

Your phone beeped, and you opened it to a text from Shawn.

Hey baby, I’m so sorry I can’t be there for your big night. Just know that I am so fucking proud of you and everything you’ve worked for. I’m staying up all night in Japan to watch ya.

An “aww” slipped from your mouth as you smiled.

Are you watching live?

Yep, did you get to the Dolby Theatre yet?

Yeah I’m in the car. Stepping out right now. Look out for me ;) hint: my dress is (favourite color)

Trust me, I will be. You’re going to be the most beautiful on the whole red carpet x

“Alright, time for us to go!”

You took a deep breath, fixed your hair and stepped out. The second your foot stepped on the red carpet the cameras started flashing.

You walked your way onto the carpet. Your manager’s words and instructions going through your head. Go on the carpet. Pose. Keep on walking. Then go talk to Robin.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You felt like a real princess. You walked down the carpet, slowly, your long dress trailing behind you magnificently. You smiled to the cameras, twirled, and of course; you couldn’t help but goof around a little. That’s just who you are. Spotting one of your best friends, you decided to have a little red carpet fun.

Hailee Steinfeld posed in her white dress, giving the cameras long seductive stares. Suddenly her serious expression turned into a terror-stricken one as she felt two hands clutch at her shoulders.

“OH MY GOD Y/N!” She yelled, turning around to see you. You tried your best not to let your tears of laughter slip out knowing that would ruin your makeup.

“Hiii. Don’t you look fricken fabulous?” You said to her.

“UM I can say the same about you.” She grinned.

You took a few pictures together, then carried on the red carpet, saying hi to some of your favourite actors.

Nearing Robin’s platform, you looked up at her and she spotted you grinning.

“Oh ladies and gentlemen I see Y/N Y/L/N approaching!”

You mounted the little step and hugged her.

“Hi Y/N wow this is so fun meeting you!”
“Hi hi, likewise!”

“So, first Oscars huh? Who’d you come with?”

“Oh I came here alone haha. Yeah Shawn’s in Japan and my friends got school.”

“Oh right, Shawn Mendes, you two are really Hollywood’s couple huh!”

“Well I think so.” You giggled.

“How’s it going with him?”

“It is going wonderful. I um can’t ask for more.” You gushed.

“Aww did you guys hear that, can these two get any cuter? Seriously though, do you guys ever fight?”

“Hahahaha, we do, little ones. They’ll usually be small bickers over stupid things. Like actually once, Shawn got pissed at me because I showered too long and started saying random stuff and bringing up the ecosystem haha.”

“Hahahaa. So what would he say if he was here?”

An idea came through your mind.

“Oh my god! Well actually he’s watching right now, hi babe!” You waved at the camera. “Wanna try FaceTiming him? Can we do that?” You asked the cameramen around you.

“What a fun idea! Let’s do it.”
You pulled out your phone and rang him. Surprisingly, he picked up. He was in his PJs and a Japan hoodie. He looked positively overjoyed.

“Hi babe!” You said to the phone. The cameras zoomed into the screen.

“Hi darling! How are you? You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” You blushed.

“HI I’M HERE TOO.” Robin popped up from behind your shoulder.

“Hi!” Shawn grinned. “So what do the Oscars red carpet look like?”

You took your phone and gave a 360 view of what was around you.

“So Shawn how does this feel like, your girlfriend being nominated for an Oscar?”

“Oh my god, it’s surreal. I’m so proud you know, each time someone says Y/N Y/L/N I can scream: She’s my girlfriend!” he said.

You chuckled.

“Alright we gotta go, text you later!”

“Bye Y/N, I love you and good luck baby. Bye Robin!”

“God you guys are too cute.” Robin said once again. “Alright let’s move on to Lara!”

The cameras zoomed away, as Robin continued to talk to you.

“You look great really.”

“Thank you so much Robin, you too!”

“So, what would winning this mean to you?”

“Oh my god, it’d mean the world. Like literally. Um, all my life I have struggled and I remember in my teen years, my dreams would seem so far you know? And just the fact of being here is a dream come true, and it proves to 15 year-old me that as long as you work you can do it. And hopefully teens will watch this and this’ll prove it to them as well.”

“Now that is a winning speech right there.” Robin smiled, touching your arm friendlily. “Well it has been awesome having you, but oh my we must be getting on the show is going to start! All the luck tonight, Y/N.”

“Thank you, so much.”

All the luck, Y/N.

Will you win the Oscar? To be continued when the show actually begins hahahaa I am writing live here!

I Had Him

Pairing/Characters: pre-serum!Steve x Reader, Bucky Barnes, OMC (Eddie)

Warnings: um smUT liKE I PROMISED A DuH, jealous steve, insecure steve, lmao Sargeant kink like don’t evEN FigHT mE, praise kinkkkk, oral (MR), heaps of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you fuck up) spanking, a bit of angst maybe? Idk reader bewareee

Summary: Inspired by some dream I had the other night and the conversation I had with the lovely @acklesdowneyandhiddles-ohmy

Word Count: 2537

A/N: I’m proud of the title cause double meanings are incredible hA but all I’m gonna say is: Good luck… I’m not an asshole, I just love you guys

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I fell in love with @lambofthelions ’s beautiful cosplay of Cardverse Ukraine at Sakura Con so I had to draw it!
Sorry if it isn’t exactly like the real thing but all the reference I had was from @kyokyo866 ’s vlog (which is a great watch btw)
Anywho, I should probably start thinking of Nevo and his map

Dramatic Desires (M)

Peeking out from the velvet curtain, he saw your figure, clothed in the spotlight, basking in the ambience. Never has he seen your beauty sparkle so bright. He couldn’t help but find the zipper of his pants, and he couldn’t help but slip his fingers beneath the fabric of your panties…

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: face sitting, slight oral, and public? sex. 

Not proof read. 

“Oh my gosh! Aren’t you nervous?”

Your friend shivered as she saw the hundreds upon hundreds people taking their seats.

“Very.” You bit your lip, making the flesh red and plump with anticipation. If only you knew the dedication it took to be an actor before hand.

Your friend noticed your hands begin to shake with dread. “Hey! It’s not that bad, we’re all nervous.” She patted your shoulder looking at you with sympathy. “If you were bad, then, look at it this way, you wouldn’t have gotten the lead role to begin with.”

Lead role.

Those two words used to bring you happiness and pride but now only filled you with regret and horror.

You began to shake even more.

“Oh no! Did I say something wrong?” Your friends began to dramatically panic beside you. You moved quick to hush her to spare a scene.

You scoffed, she should have gotten the lead role, not you.

“Listen up, everyone.” The loud voice caused the group of actors huddled behind stage to turn around. The director made her way closer, the students soon closing around her, putting her in the center of the circle. “We are finally here!” She cheered, the students following her and raising their hands up in excitement.

“But the show is not over, we have yet to begin.” She became serious. “I know you must all be nervous, but you shouldn’t be.” She was turning her head to look at all the students around her.

“We’ve practiced for months, you know everything you need to know.” She smiled confidently, “And in quite positive that we have the best lead actors around.” Her words were directed to the few who stood out amount the crowd, including you. Eyes landed on you and you suddenly became shy with all the attention.

With rosey cheeks, you found your lover in the maze of students. He was squished in between two other male students, that were being dressed and made up before he show. His gaze sent chills that made goosebumps travel all around you mr body. But in a good way. His eyes were filled with such warmth and appraisal that the fear within you was dimmed to a hush.

You smiled at him, the love almost threatening to spill out from your eyes. The thought of being in his arms would be heaven at this moment. But then again this wasn’t heaven, this was the real world. And in the real world you had people waiting for you, counting on you.

Everyone was right, you were chosen for a reason, they all were. The spotlights were not the enemy but a friend. The audience was not a group of critics waiting to find your every little mistake but rather people who were eager to applaud.

The lights began to stutter and move around the stage, as a continuous drum role followed. The crowd that lay between the thin material of the curtain and you quieted down. The anticipation building up.

You searched for your boyfriend in the swarm of students rushing to beat the time. His eyes were focused on the lights, the timer counting to show was down to a minute.

“Taehyung!” You called out his name, the familiar word, effortlessly falling from your lips.

His eyes immediately drop down to you, the sound of your voice was something he could never forget.

The two of you stood across from each other at opposite sides of the stage. The distance felt like nothing. You smiled, mouthing ‘I love you.’

His smile widened and he winked at you.

“Y/N!” Your name was being called by the crew. You turned around, blowing him a kiss, he dramatically caught it. You chuckled to yourself, his cheesiness made your heart ache in the most loving way.

“C'mon, Y/N!” The crew member hollered, “The show is starting in thirty seconds!”

You picked up your long dress that trailed along the floor, quickly making your way to your position. All around you the people buzzed, mostly the crew members mumbling their silent prayers.

You looked over your shoulder, seeing another actor’s face shine with excitement. His eyes glittered with the enthusiasm of that hundreds of voices out there.

“Ladies and Gentleman, tonight we have prepared a riveting tale of lively hood and love. The thin line between passion and obsession. Today, you will witness the hypnotic story of The Phantom Of The Opera!”

As the curtains pulled back, and the audience wailed with excitement, your legs took small strides closer to the huge crowds. The spotlight bathed you in bliss as the comfort of your friends was all around you.

You smiled.

He watched from afar, being restricted behind the curtain certainly was a test given by the gods. From his fixed feet, he imagined himself gliding across the stage with her in hand. He would be the one in which her body entangled with. He’d swoop her off her feet, bending her in view of the audience, and then ravish her lips with the fiery passion that only burned brighter by the minute. 

But, after all that was all it was, his imagination. 

The woman that he called his girlfriend was no where in sight, instead an new persona, shrouded in the chants of the viewers, awakened within her. 

And he loved it. 

He loved it with throbbing need, sweaty composure, twitching desires. 

She was no longer a shy girl, but a woman who believed in herself and her talents. It was a stunning sight. 

He grew so hard, so stiff that it was completely obvious to whoever looked his way, in fact it was the first thing they saw. The bulge in his pants, big and stubborn. A wet stain starting to leak, and leak. 

He silently cursed at her, but mostly himself. 

The thought of her hands slowly running over his thighs, tucking her fingers into the hem of his dress pants, then dragging them down. Her delicate hands with a tight grip, rubbing back and forth, back and forth. 

She would wet her lips, lazily with her tongue, the wet saliva coating her lips and dribbling down a bit, then apply the softest kiss to the head of his member. Her saliva and his precum would mix effortlessly, slicking all of him up. 

Taehyung’s mouth started to water, the pleasure almost real. 

He looked around and hurried off, careful not to run into anyone. He ran into the dark room, shutting the door behind him and turning the lights on. His eyes flew to the fragments of clothing strewn across the floor, after all his girlfriend never liked putting her clothes away. 

He looked around her changing room, finding a chair sitting heavily on it. His fingers almost down unzipping his pants, when he heard the door knob turn.

“Taehyung?” She said, her voice quiet, “What are you doing in here?” 

Oh yes, her character dies in the play.

He forgot…  

You looked at your partner, and was confused in every way possible. A million question flashed in your head.

Why was Taehyung in your dressing room?

And why did he have such a massive bulge constricted in his pants?

“I-I’s your fault.” 

You moved closer to him, closing the door behind you and locking it. 

“Yeah?’ Your figure in front of him, bending over to be face to face. “How so?” 

He arms came from behind you, pushing you into his lap. With each other’s faces so close, he blushed, never straying from your eyes. 

“You looked so beautiful out there,” He moved in closer, grazing his lips against yours,. “confident in ways you’ve never shown me before.”  

His member so incredibly hard underneath you, rough against your core. 

You shifted your hips, dragging your soft flesh against his sensitive digit. His lips were parted and inaudible, shaky breath was released. 

“Beautiful huh?” You were in shock at his words. His words were earnest, and his love for you was visible by the way it flooded from his eyes, desperate to fall into you. 

He leaned into you, closing the gap, no longer able to hold off anymore. He molded his lips against yours, passion entangling with you tastebuds. He devoured your mouth, smearing your lipstick all over his face. You held onto him, your hands trailing up his neck, to snake through his hair, tugging at strands. He sucked on the tender muscles in your mouth as you ground your hips hard into his. Your moans consumed by his greediness.  

He detached his lips, and started to nibble on your ear, his long drawn breaths was all that you could hear. “Baby,”

You hummed in response as he still attacked your neck area. 

“I want you to sit on my face.” HIs words were so slow and so sultry. You felt your wetness dampen as the though of he tongue playing with your fragile parts. Your whole core would be enveloped in thick, wet desire. 

You pulled away from him, looking him in the eyes, your face flush as your thighs tightened on either side of his body. “Are you sure we should…here?” You asked with embarrassment, trailing off. 

“I want all of you on me.” His words made you feel weak. 

And he did, he had such an urge to have your wet, dripping, most delicate parts suffocating him. His tongue easily finding your entrance and spreading you slowly.

 "Please?“ He added, after your hesitation. His lips pouted and his eyes begged. You were embarrassed, such an intimate position. But the excitement bubbling in your stomach caused your thoughts to fizz, overflowing and suddenly you were off of him, and nodding. "Sure.”

 He moved frantically, urgent to taste you. He laid he body flat against the ground, the coldness of the tiles was harsh, but you warmess would be on him and all over him and the coldness would be the last thing on his mind. 

 You sunk to your knees, and slowly crawled on top of his body. His calloused hands coming to hold your bottom, pushing you forward. You bounced up to his face, you core hovering over him, causing a shadow to hide the dangerous glint in his eye. 

“Mmh closer.” He urged, kissing and sucking your inner thighs. 

 You nibbled on your bottom lip, lowering yourself a little more, not quite on his face yet. 

 He inwardly sighed, lifting his chin up, kissing your clothed core, your desire leaking into his lips. His hands wrapped around your hips and dragged your body down, completely closing the space. You on top of him, feeling ever little movement of his face. 

 His broad nose poked through your panties, putting pressure against your swollen clit. You perked up, the feelings already intense and your underwear wasn’t even off. He slipped a few fingers through the side of your panties and slid them to the side. His lips gently trapping your lower lips in a kiss. 

 You looked up, screwing your eyes shut, your face red. He sucked and flicked at your clit, groaning as you unconsciously rocked your hips forward. His teeth would graze over your clit, causing you to jolt then he would slide his fleshy muscle, up and down your lips. 

 But he know you deserved more than just teasing, more than just a good, hard orgasm. You deserved more than he could even give you, or at least that was what he believed. He always felt like he was lacking something, every time you shook with and trembled because of his actions he always thought he was missing something, something he could do better for you. And it as these thoughts, that fueled him to go even further to new places, new heights for you.  

Your simple actions fulfilled all his deep desires, but he didn’t think it was the same way for you. No matter how many times you said it was. He was determined to give you everything and anything, at a simple hush of words. 

 You gasped as his tongue found way to your hole, thrusting into you. The girth of it surprisingly large. It curled, hitting even deeper spots in you.

 His hands hooked around your thighs again, he dragged you against his face. 

As he pulled you down harder, his tongue reached higher places. His pace was fast and hard. 

 You leaned forward, hands flat against the tiles, bracing yourself for the pleasure rising up within you. The white hot heat steaming up as you moaned quietly. He felt your closeness as you clenched tight around his digit.

 He sped up. 

 "Tae…“ you trailed off, your voice was so quiet and small. He groaned, his low voice vibrating against you, stimulating your clit. The sound of his name, was so innocent and delicate coming from your lips. 

 The muffled sound of his voice mixed with the added stimulation, pushed you over the edge. The white thick heavy passion coursing through your veins as you shook. 

 Taehyung’s lips collected your juices, salivating over every last drop. You finally got off of him, collapsing to the ground, laying next to him. Chuckling, as you looked at him only to see your orgasm cover his face, and embarrassment flooded you once again. 

 "Taehyung! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get i- it all over you.” You raced to get a tissue, and tried wiping his face. He grabbed your wrist, making you drop the tissue, looking at you sincerely, “Don’t be.” He licked his lips, tongue darting around any spot he reach.

“How was it?”

 You blushed again, smiling along with him. “It was all I could ask for.” You moved close to cuddle with him, “You’re all I could ask for.”

 And suddenly Taehyung realized that all this time it was him that helped you gain confidence. He taught you how to embrace your body, your being, and to live loving yourself.

 And he had to learn to. 

Your warm smile and eyes who spoke fluent in love, had helped him too. 

 Love was certainly blinding. 

 Just like the spotlight.