why the hell did i spend all of my middle school money on these

anonymous asked:

hi can i request for bestfriend!seungcheol slowly realizing he has feelings for you AAAAAH (thinking of it makes my heart flutter) i love ur writings and thank uu in advance!!:]

  • you and seungcheol have known each other since you were literally kids,,,and therefore it’s no big surprise that you guys keep being friends even up into college
  • where you’ve just seen your best friend turn his childhood mischievousness into what he calls charm,,,,,or ‘grease’ even though every time you make a fake gagging noise at one of his pickup lines seungcheol just tells you you know nothing about the complex world of ‘flirting’
  • and random people in your classes keep asking you if seungcheol is single,,,,,because wow he’s got muscles,,,,anD a cute face,,,,,
  • and you’re like sure he does,,,,but did you know he snores like crazy????? in middle school he came over to play videogames, fell asleep on my couch and it sounded like a freight train was coming through my living room 
  • but people are like interested in him for his looks
  • which you do,,,,agree have gotten much better,,,,,like seungcheol went from being a lil chubby in the cheeks to have a killer jawline
  • and walking around in bomber jackets,,,hair slicked back from his face,,,,sunglasses hanging off his nose,,,,,,and,,,,,that secret tattoo he got and made you swear that you wouldn’t tell his mom
  • but like,,,,,you see the chic seungcheol but it’s nothing compared to the memories you have of him as a twelve year old standing next to you with dirty knees and a big dopey smile on his face because you guys managed to climb the neighbor’s fence and get back your frisbee without getting caught
  • but long story short he’s the hot campus flirt and you’re his bestfriend so everyone either assumes you’re dating or wants you to get them his number
  • and it’s annoying but it becomes even worse when you and seungcheol get the same part-time job at the mall
  • and you guy’s work at this clothing store and ,,,,,everyday it’s the same groups of people from your college coming in to giggle and flirt with seungcheol
  • and seungcheol is so easily entertained by it,,,,,,so you get stuck folding shirts while he sits at the counter batting his eyelashes
  • but you don’t complain because he does work too,, he lifts any of the heavy stuff and always helps you move around the mannequins but he also teases you if you happen to get tired 
  • so when people aren’t around it’s like you’re kids all over again,,,,,but then a flock will come and take him away and you will never admit it,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you’re kinda jealous,,,,like that’s your best friend and you guys barely hang out because class eats up your time so getting the same job kinda made you excited,,,but now,,,,
  • you don’t show it though and you don’t tell seungcheol. hell no you could never,,,,,,,,
  • but one day as you’re closing up you mention that the tuition is getting worse and you’re three hundred bucks in debt for textbooks and you forget you even tell seungcheol
  • but the next weekend when you’re in the mall, not for your shift but to see another friend, you can’t believe it but,,,,,,,,there’s seungcheol???? working extra shifts????
  • and you don’t know why and you’d ask,,,,but somehow you feel like you shouldn’t,,,,,he might have his reasons,,,,so you duck when he turns to look over his shoulder
  • and a couple of weeks go by and you know seungcheol keeps taking extra hours,,,,,and you’re like,,,,,,,,is his family having money problems?? why won’t he talk to me ??? does he not see me as his best friend anymore,,
  • and it hurts you won’t lie,,,because no matter how open and friendly seungcheol is with people - you always knew that he told you everything. and only you,,,,,,,but that seems to have changed
  • until,,,,,,you get an email before your shift about how your debts been paid off and you’re like ?????what?????but i??????didn’t????? do that????
  • but the fact makes you smile because thaNK GOD three hundred bucks is like ,,,,,,four weeks of work
  • and seungcheol walks by and is like “you look all happy, is it because i look amazing today?” and you roll your eyes and you’re like no!!! some kind soul paid off my debt!!!
  • and seungcheol ruffles your hair and is like you’re lucky! someone must really like you!! and you’re like yEAH omg i wonder who it wa-
  • and you stop mid sentence and look up at seungcheol and he’s like ?
  • and you’re like,,,four weeks of work is 300 bucks,,,,,,seungcheol was taking extra shifts for about three to four weeks,,,,,,he never mentioned having his own money problems,,,,,and he knew about your debt
  • and it all clicks in your head and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “it,,,,,was you wasn’t it?” and you say it quietly but you know seungcheol can hear it
  • and you see him shrug, smile at you and he’s like “i said it you know,,,the person who paid for you must really like you,,,”
  • and you catch your breath because wait,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,you,,,,,,seungcheol,,,,,,,likes you????
  • and you’re like “do you mean-” and seungcheol drops his eyes for the first time,,,,getting a flustered look that is so so so rare
  • and he’s like “i don’t want you to think im trying to lure you or anything, and if you don’t feel the same way we’ll just say i did it for you as your best frien-”
  • but you’re like pulling him down by his employee id and seungcheol is like!!!!!! and you’re pressing your lips softly to his beCause you know WHAT
  • you like him too!!!!! and that jealousy you felt might have been attributed to the fact that,,,,you’ve always wanted to be special to seungcheol,,,,but in more of a way than a friend,,,
  • and seungcheol is shocked, but his hand is almost reflexively moving to tug you closer
  • but you both have to tear away when your manager clears their throat so loud everyone in the store turns to look
  • but,,,,,,,you and seungcheol spend your shifts with giddy smiles and fast beating hearts and im not trying to hint at anything here kids but when the manager goes and it’s time to lock up,,,,,
  • well,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,let’s just say you and seungcheol do a bit more than kiss in the employee room
  • and literally seungcheol against your neck is like: “ive liked you since we were kids,,,and now,,,,,,it’s like that childhood dream of mine is really coming true,,,”
  • and usually you playfully hit him when he says something corny,,,but that just makes you melt even more in his arms hehe 
5 Times When

Peter Parker x Reader~Masterlist



Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

5 Times When Peter Parker had a completely obvious crush on you

1) He anonymously sent you a copy of your favorite book

Peter overheard you talking to one of your friends in the hallway of school. “I just cannot believe,” you were saying, “that A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I don’t own a copy of it!”

Gwen, the friend by your side, shrugged. “Buy it.”

“Ugh, but that’s so much work,” you sighed. “I’d have to go all the way to the store and talk to someone to purchase it.” 

Peter closed his locker, eyeing you from the side. You had moved on from the topic, slinging your red and black checkered bag over your shoulder and walking away. 

He waved to you nervously and was delighted when you smiled to him. “Hi, Peter,” you say before continuing on. 

The following morning shocked you because there was a package inside your locker. Well, more of a present. 

It was wrapped neatly in gold paper with a ribbon on top and a note card with your name on it. 

You looked around the hallway-it was still just morning time, students still filing into the school. You supposed it couldn’t have been hard for someone to break into your locker seeing as you spend every minute you can spare by sleeping in. Who, exactly, thought it would be a good idea to start high school at seven in the damn morning? 

Either way, you hesitantly unwrapped the paper. 

You couldn’t help but squeal in delight when you saw the contents; a book! Not just any book, but your favorite book! 

You’d been talking to your friend, Gwen, about how you had yet to own a copy of it just the day before now. Perhaps she had something to do with it? 

You grinned while you held the book to your chest, retreating to class. 

Peter waved to you from his locker and you waved back. 

2) You were gushing about your crush on Spider-Man

Michelle laughed at you from her side of the table. “You’re utterly insane, [Nickname], you know that?” 

You pouted. “I’m not. I’m just saying that Spider-Man and I will probably ended up making out at some point. It’s bound it happen. I’ve read the fan-fiction on tumblr, Michelle, and I know at least one third of it was written by you.” 

She rolled her eyes when you pointed at her with a plastic spork. “Hey, so on a totally different-and normal- note, can one of my friends sit with us today?” 

You put her hand over your chest in mock terror. “You have friends other than me? That’s bull,” you laughed. 

Michelle leaned back on her cafeteria seat. “Nah, he’s a little and helpless puppy-nerd. Yo, Peter!” 

You looked back and smiled when Peter Parker made his way over. He set his bag beside yours and you pulled a seat out for him. “[Y/n], you know Parker, right?” Michelle asked, gesturing between you both. 

“Yeah, sort of,” you replied happily. “You were in my biology Freshmen year! And we have lockers close together,” you told Peter, as though he didn’t remember it himself. Trust me, he did. 

“So Peter, enlighten us both with your ever so smart nonsense,” Michelle purred, resting her chin in her elbow. “Do you think [Y/n] has a chance with Spider-Man?” 

Your eyes widened and you promptly kicked your friend underneath the table. “Why?” you hissed. 

Michelle laughed over her wince of pain. 

“Uhm. W-why would you want a…chance…with Spider-Man?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Because,” you replied slowly. “He’s-well he’s the type of guy who just-”

“Because [Y/n] has a huge crush on him,” Michelle answered for you. 

The rest of the day, Peter imagined what it’d be like for him to swoop you up in his arms while wearing his suit. 

3) He offered to be your date when yours stood you up 

The Midtown High School committee always held a party right smack in the middle of the year. It acted as a fundraiser and a survey for student interests at the same time. 

This year, the theme is super heros! Everyone that would show up was meant to be dressed as a super hero, whether real or fictional. You would get to take pictures with little kids who showed up and what not. Plus, when the photography portion is over, there would be a marathon of hero movies in the theatre of the school-food and drinks provided. 

Someone had ended up asking you out to this school event. You supposed he was cute enough. The plan was that you’d buy the tickets and he’d pay you back at the end of the night. You guys even decided to go as a super hero couple! 

So you now stood in line at your school, handing money to Gwen. Gwen is the type of girl who is in ever single club at the school so it didn’t surprise you that she is also apart of the committee. “So,” she grinned, “I hear you’re going with Dreamy Danny?” 

You blushed, looking away from her as she counted the money and tickets. “Yes, I guess.” 

“You guess?! [Y/n],” Gwen said, all serious now, “Dreamy Danny has been the number one wet dream boat for everyone ever since he transferred. I’m going to be the sister-in-law of Dreamy Danny!” 

You took the tickets from her hands. “You are not because we aren’t getting married. And Dreamy Danny isn’t all that, you know,” you grumble back. 

Gwen nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I forgot you were only into nerds like Spider-Man and Peter Parker.”

You wanted to scream at her to shut up. “I don’t like like Peter, okay! All I said is that he happened to be really cute and I’m happy we are starting to be friends…and Spider-Man isn’t a nerd!” you added before walking off. Gwen called out to you, something along the lines of “Nerds are so your type!” 

You tried to forget Gwen’s comment on Peter-especially since you are headed to the library to spend free period with him. 


He greeted you with a cute smile, as usual. He had the seat pulled out for you and you happily took it. 

“Ooh, you’re going to the fundraiser?” he asked, spotting the tickets in your hands. 

“Yep! Maybe Spider-Man will be there,” you joked. Your crush on Spider-Man became an inside joke between you guys now, since it was the first thing you two had actually talked about. 

Peter had quickly become a good friend. You enjoyed his company. 

“Are you going with Gwen?” he asked, biting into an apple. “No, Danny Rand.” 

Peter stopped in the middle of his bite. Danny Rand?! As in the guy everyone in school thought was really hot? Hell, his nickname is Dreamy Danny!

“I thought the same thing when he asked,” you admitted. “It’s all very weird. I actually thought he liked that girl, Colleen. But whatever, right? Peter, you said you’re going to the fundraiser tomorrow?”  

He opened his mouth to answer but noticed your phone light up. The number hadn’t yet been saved. 

“Oh. That’s Drea-Danny,” you say, unlocking the phone to read what he had sent. “Oh…” 

Peter leaned in towards you. “Wait, what’s wrong?” 

Your face had fallen, just a bit, and you wrinkled your nose with discomfort. “I’m getting stood up,” you announced, putting your phone face down. “And I already bought his ticket…do you want to come with me to return this?” you asked, waving the other one in your hand. 

It didn’t totally bother you; Dreamy Danny isn’t your boyfriend, anyways, and you hardly knew him, so why should it bother you? But on the other hand, you’d gotten a bit excited. Maybe the idea of having a date was why you’d been excited.

But now you’re going alone. It made you a little sad. 

“Uh, no,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “You don’t have to return it. I’ll go with you to the fundraiser,” he said, a small smile drawing the corner of his mouth up. 

You raised your eyebrows. “Don’t you already have plans?” 

He shook his head, leaning down on the table. Peter tapped his fingers on a textbook rhythmically. “No, I was going alone too. And besides, I didn’t buy my ticket yet. I’ll just pay you right now for it.” 

You held the extra ticket close to your chest. “I don’t want your money, though. I’d feel bad!” 

“Why?” Peter asked. “Wasn’t Danny Rand going to pay you back?” 

You slowly nodded your head. “Well, yes, but isn’t his family super well off? Not that you’re poor!” you quickly apologized. Peter only laughed at that. “Hey-think of it like this! I bought my own ticket, you just picked it up for me. Okay? Say ‘Okay, Peter,’” he coaxed as he switched the spare ticket in your hand for a five dollar bill. 

“Okay, Peter,” you nodded. 

4) You showed up as his superhero S/O 

Peter insisted that he should have picked you up for the fundraiser, but you told him no and he’d already been enough of a big help. Peter, you texted him, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry! :)

So he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet while playing on his phone. His costume was a Nightwing one, black and blue with his hair slicked out of his face. 

A taxi eventually rolled up and he watched curiously to see who would get out of the car. 

He almost screamed out loud when he saw your costume. 

You had decided to come to this thing as Starfire. 


Since the event was a school function, you’d opted for a more modest take of the alien’s outfit, seeing as the comic version involved as little cloth as possible. But your hair was curled the way Starfire’s was and you looked absolutely gorgeous. 

You happily skipped over to Peter and admired his costume. “Hey! We match! You know, Nightwing and Starfire are da-”

“Yeah, I know,” Peter quickly interrupted before you could say it. Dating. 

After some chatting, you guys decided to head into the school. All Peter could think about was the fact neither of you planned this. 

What a coincidence. 

5) He saw you in an unexpected place

Summer had finally come for New York. The school year ended with Peter romantically confessing his feelings for you then giving you a hard, passionate kiss. 

Haha. Not. It’s what he would have liked to have happened, but instead you guys went back to his apartment and ate ice cream with his Aunt May. 

The intense July heat gave Peter much more of a reason to ask Mr. Stark to help him train and learn more at the facility. The air conditioning there was so cold and perfect. Not perfect for winter, anyways, but it would be just fine for this time of year. 

Tony escorted him around the place again for good measure. “Hey, so when can I meet the other Avengers?” Peter asked eagerly. “I mean, you know, officially meet them.” Peter wouldn’t call getting his ass kicked by Steven Rogers a ‘proper introduction.’ 

Tony hesitated. He wasn’t completely over the incidents with Steve-i.e the time when everyone on the Avengers split into side and tried to beat each other up-   but gave in. “I guess you can meet some of them now. Come on, kid, follow me.” 

Peter cheered to himself and followed after Tony. “You can meet a few of the softies first. You know, to ease your way into it. Let’s start with Banner.” 

Peter paled. “How is he a softie?! He-he could kill me,” Peter said quietly, as though if he said it louder he would actually die. 

“A lot of people could kill you, kiddo, but Banner won’t. You can also meet his kid. She’s about the same age as you and has some weird powers. Probably something to do with Bruce’s bio~hazardous sperm.” 

Peter wanted to point out that if Bruce did sleep with someone without a condom, his ‘bio~hazardous sperm’ would most likely kill the poor woman. 

There was a wide set of tinted glass doors, a few words of warning printed onto them. “This is our playground,” Tony explained. “The science lab. If the Big Guy is anywhere, he’s here. You wouldn’t have seen him yet, but his kid, you have. She was at the airport.” 

How could Peter forget? She pummeled him into small Spider-Boy pulp. And all because he said her mask was a bit unreasonable( his exact words were “I mean seriously, how do you breathe with that? And purple? Not a good color on you.”).

Tony pressed a few buttons and then pushed the door open. “After you,” he grinned to Peter. 

Peter stepped in, cautiously, and looked around. There wasn’t anything absolutely crazy like he’d expected. In one corner of the room there was a couch with a new looking book on the armrest and a knit blanket sprawled over the cushions. 

In another corner, a cabinet of glass beakers and other items; beside that, a door that led to a storage room-Peter thought to himself that it probably held chemicals. 

In the very center of a room was a wide table. Expensive looking computers and the same hologram screens Tony used were littered about it. Behind the table was a man with scruffy dark, graying hair. He has thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, buried deep into his work.

Although that wasn’t what made Peter gasp in utter shock. 

There was a girl standing on the ceiling. 

Standing. On. The ceiling. Her hair didn’t fall out around her head, and her clothes weren’t slipping off of her that way it should have when someone is hanging upside down. She was humming to herself, occasionally doing flips and spins. She even landed perfectly back onto the surface! 

“Kiddo, Big Guy, why don’t you stop being weirdos and say hello to the guest,” Tony says. 

The girl didn’t bother to look at Tony and huffed. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. Peter watched in awe at how she got down from the ceiling. She simply walked down the wall and to the floor. 

But Bruce had already moved over and blocked Peter’s view of the girl’s face. “Tony, who have you kidnapped now? He’s only a teenager.” 

“Maybe Tony should be kidnapping teenagers if you guys intend on locking me up here and raising me hidden away from society.” That voice-

And then she pushed past her dad. Her [e/c] eyes widened in complete surprise. “Peter?!” Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Peter, then. “You know [Y/n]?”

“Wait,” Tony interrupted. “You know Peter?” he asks you. “Well duh, I know Peter,” you say, though your eyes don’t stray off of your friend. “Why do you know him?” The question was directed at Peter now. He realized you had meant ‘Why do you know Mr. Stark?’

Tony proudly pat Peter’s shoulders. “Kiddo here is Spider-Man!” 

It was then that you realized not only have you once beat up your favorite hero-but also your crush.

|Soulmate| (Part 2) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It’s been a couple months since you’ve started dating ‘Parker- P-Peter Parker’ so it’s normal for him to just stop by at night :3

Warnings: fluff?, kisses, cuteness, backstory-ish

Words: 1195 (i think I got carried away)

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT EVERYONE WANTED.(that’s not meant to sound aggressive) lol sorry if it sucked!

Part 1

Originally posted by sassyshieldslap


It had been a couple of months since I had met Spider-Man- well, Peter. Peter Parker.

As I descended down the stairs, walking away from my school, I saw a familiar brown haired boy. I rushed over to him and smiled.

H-Hi. I’m Park- P-Peter Parker. By the way.” He stuttered his words out. “But you know that I’m- you know.” I giggled. I couldn’t seem to wipe this smile off my face.

“Y-Y/N L/N.” We stood in silence for a moment. “Oh- that’s my name… By the way.” He laughed and stuffed his hands in his pocket.

“I told you I’d find you. Not in a creepy stalker way though- I jus- Uh do you want me to walk you home?” He smiled nervously. I pretended to think for a moment and put my hand on my chin.

“I don’t know. If you’re willing to. I live halfway across down soo-

“That is totally fine. Actually, I would prefer to walk you home now. To spend… More time with you.” He blushed a dark shade of red. My cheeks were starting to hurt from me trying not to smile so widely.

“Then yes- you can walk with me.” I bit my lip and walked down the steps, keeping my eyes on him. He walked down with me and we started on our way back to my place.

He didn’t head home until later that day. He stayed a while in my apartment. And that sure as hell wasn’t the first day he walked me home and then stayed over. He asked me out after about two or so weeks after that day. So that would mean we’ve been together for about three months now. And I feel like ‘soulmates’ is just and under statement. It’s like Peter and I were made for each other. I mean we were… But that’s not the point. A knock at my window wiped my mind of what I was thinking of before. My head turned and my eyes connected with Spider-Mans eyeglasses. Peter. I honestly do not know what they’re called, his eye glass things, but he looks cute in his mask so I don’t care. I jumped from my bed and lifted my window up. He slid inside my room and I closed the window after him.

“Hello- Spider-Man. Is there a reason such a marvellous hero has come to see me! Y/N! What a gracious-”

“Babbee-” He tore off his mask and chuckled at me. “Spider-Man was just lonely and wanted to see his beautiful girlfriend.”

“Like… Lonely lonely?” I looked up and down his body and exaggeratedly winked. “Or just lonely.” I laughed putting my hands around his neck.

“I think a little bit of both. I mean our four month anniversary is coming up soon.” He kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, in like three weeks. Also, why celebrate a four month anniversary. Why not celebrate at like six months and a year?” He grinned down at me.

“Why not celebrate every day.” He shrugged and leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. I pulled my head back.

“Because if we celebrated every day I would be broke. Hate to break it to you Spidey-Boy but you’re expensive.” I smirked up at him and he sighed.

“I’m not that expensive… I just like things that cost a lot of money. I’m tired of digging through dumpsters!” He pushed away and pressed the button in the middle of his suit. With that, his suit fell to the floor revealing his half naked body. I could never get over how good he looked.

“I know- that’s why I’d suffer bankruptcy for you.” He laughed at my comment. My eyes trailed to his chest. He was ripped and I don’t know if it was from working out by saving all those people or from the spider bite.

“Seriously though, Y/N, don’t buy me to much stuff. Like my limit is 100$… A year. So no more. As for you, your limit is like 300$ cause you deserve everything.” He grabbed one of his sweaters off my floor, that he left from the last time he was over, and slipped it on.

“Everything, huh? Well, thank you, Baby.” I smiled and hopped on my bed. “Does that mean I can get one of Starks-”

“Nope. Ok not everything. Cause if I take or borrow or give you anything of Mr. Starks I might get tracked down and hunted.” He crawled into bed next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“True- True. Maybe you could introduce me to Mr. Stark sometime tho. I mean I’m just your girlfriend so it’s not that important.” I sighed dramatically while smiling.

“I mean I probably could-” I turned over to face him.

“Wait- really? Like actually? You would introduce me to Tony Stark?”

“Yeah I mean you are my girlfriend, as you just said, so he might be glad to put a face behind a name… I seem to talk about you a lot on missions.” I giggled.

“I would hope so. I wouldn’t want you talking about any other gorgeous and amazing girls.” I yawned as he spoke.

“Ah, but you see-” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “- you’re the only gorgeous and amazing and stunning girl I know. And the only gorgeous and amazing and stunning girl I know seems to be a bit tired.” I giggled at his words.

“Very, I mean it is-” I turned my head to face my digital clock next to my bed. “12:46.” I said. “On a school night.” He groaned.

“I really don’t want to go to school. My back hurts. Oh! Did I tell you that that one robber came back and he tried to rob the same bank and I tried-” I tuned out his voice and just looked at the features on his face. I loved it when he talked about his day as Spider-Man because he was always so happy while explaining everything, but sometimes I just liked to look at his facial expressions while he explained everything. I tuned back into what he was saying.

“-and I was like-” He made a web shooting sound “-and then he was like 'ahh!’ then I left him there all webbed up so the police could take him in- again!” He laughed. “It was a crazy day.” I nodded and then snuggled my head into his chest.

“It seems like it.” I mumbled against his shirt. I heard him shoot his web somewhere in my room and when my room became dark I put two and two together, figuring out he turned off my light.

“Hey Y/N…” He whispered.

“Yeah?” I asked and leaned my head up to meet his face.

“I love youuu.” He said, dragging the 'u’. I giggled and nestled my face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you toooo.” I replied, copying him but dragging the 'o’ instead. He chuckled, causing my body to shake with his.

“Night, Babe.” He mumbled quietly. I made a 'mmh’ sound against his chest and slowly drifted to sleep to the rhythm of his heart beating.



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To mod Hell: I'm so sorry but I have to ask why do you know so much about and have so many guns and weapons. Do you live in a war zone or the US or isn't that basicly the same thing? I'm sorry but I have so many questions. I love this blog and I'm really worried for you.

Normally I don’t answer anon questions that require me to step out of character, but if I keep referencing weird shit in my personal life I should probably explain that I am not a serial killer. So if you wanna know why I’m so well-armed, you can go ahead and click the readmore. 

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A long wait

Jimin x reader

Anon requested: CEO Jimin

I hope you like it, anon~

genre: smut, fluff, angst

word count: 3.7k

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

Jimin and you had been friends ever since you were able to think. The kindergarten, elementary school, middle and high school you were inseparable. He was a quiet child with high dreams and so were you, except for the time you spent together, playing in the yard or as you went to your first party ever together. Even your first kiss was taken by Jimin as you wanted to know how it felt like. After many years by each others side it was time to go separate paths, long weeks of insomnia following as you missed each other more than your families, crying phone calls in the middle of the night declaring that you needed your friend. But as months and then years went on without seeing Jimin, you both had contained to live without the other, a hole in your heart never closing.

You had to stay home, taking a job as a secretary as Jimin went to college abroad, discovering the world his parents lived in. He had to study where his father made his degrees and after a few years it was time to finally meet your best friend again.

One day you went to work as usual, the boring life you lived making your mood more depressed by the days which passed. But this day should change your daily routine completely. While you checked in you saw how a mob of women built a circle around the CEO’s office, chatting like hell while others just tried to glance inside the room. Curious you tapped your co-worker on her shoulder.

“What’s going on here?”

“You didn’t know? Ah, you were sick last week, right y/n?”, she turned around, a worried expression on her face, but you saw the excitement lingering underneath. “Last week another company bought ours and the new CEO just entered the office and y/n, he is the hottest and youngest CEO I’ve ever seen!”

You nodded, the information sinking down slowly. Your company was brought by some young CEO of another group. Did that mean that you all would be fired? How was your company doing that someone had to buy it? Was its reputation that bad?

“Don’t make such a face, y/n! A paper went around to calm the employees nerves as everything will be as it was before, just the position of our chairman changing. Maybe some old traditions will be exchanged, but don’t worry, we are safe”, she stroked your arm while turning around before you saw that a man exited the bureau.

The new CEO had long legs, a broad back and was dressed in such a costly suit that you registered too late that he stared at you, his plump mouth agape, brown eyes wide awake. His smile was the same some years ago, his plump, pink lips stretched above white teeth which showed a crooked front tooth. The glowing, tanned skin was flushed in red under his high cheekbones and the chocolate almond shaped eyes which crinkled as the smile reached his eyes, you knew better than your own.

How was that possible? Why hadn’t he mailed you in three years? Why had he to stand right in front of you as you were in the middle of all female co-workers? And why the hell had he to smile so brightly at you with his beautiful face while you felt a burning hot fluid pooling in your eyes?

Before you knew it tears streamed down your cheeks, his charming, warm smile changing into shock and pain as you turned around to rush to the women’s toilets. Never had you imagined to see him again after breaking all contacts to you and your family. You were hurt as he went abroad to study, but it was a heartbreaking experience as he never called you the last three years. Of course you called, mailed and even wrote him letters, but you never got an answer all the years.

Time went by, but you didn’t care how long you stayed in front of the mirror, contemplating how to fix your make-up. Maybe twenty minutes maybe one hour, you wobbled out of the toilet, adjusting your skirt and blouse before you faced your co-workers again.

“Y/n!”, a male voice, familiar like the back of your own hand, calling out to you while you tried to rush back to your desk.

But ere you reached the doorknob of the corridor which parted your workplace, arms embraced you from behind. With a solid his grip he turned you around, pulling you into his broad chest.

“I missed you, y/n”, Jimin’s voice shook. “Please, don’t run away from me.”

You were on the verge of tears again while he just held you, his fists enclosed on the fabric on your shoulders. How you missed him, too. His scent, his warmth and his voice.

“J-Jimin..”, you said weakly, pushing your childhood friend away from you. “Why haven’t you ever mailed me again?”, you blurted out, brushing your salty tears away with your palms.

Jimin just looked down on your figure, his heart tightening at your sight, from pain and the love he felt for your being.

“I..I had to cope with a lot of things at that time. My dad passed away, I had to work my ass off and I wanted to make a contract with his company..to live here again. By my best friend’s side!”, the man in his dark suit replied, his hands running through his hair to stay composed.

“I could’ve helped you, Jimin”, you said bitterly, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“It wasn’t that easy. Please, y/n, let me make up for the time I missed the chances to reply and was a big fool to leave you alone for such a long time”, he begged, taking your hands softly out of your position to squeeze them lightly, finally being able to touch you again.

For a while you just glanced at him, he didn’t change much, got a little thinner, but he had the same aura you always adored around him. Even his smile was the same, charming and sweet with a bit of mischief behind it.

“Pick me up at eight. We have a lot to talk about”, you sighed, wanting to slap his pretty face and peck it all over at the same time. Yes, he had hurt you like hell, but every human should be granted a second chance.

“I’ll be there!”, Jimin replied right away ere he remembered something. “Where do you live, y/n?”

Right, he didn’t know as he was gone for too long to know where your new apartment was. Therefore you told him, a shy smile tracing your lips at the thought of spending the evening with your old, lost friend and CEO of your company. You had to ask him so many questions that you thought about making a list, wanting to hear his stories, how he was doing the last years and how your friendship should continue now as he was back.

That night you both talked about everything which pressed on your hearts. He told you how he had to cope with his father’s death and the responsibility this case brought with it. Jimin studied hard to be able to come back as fast as possible to see you again, wherefore he sealed all personal contacts off of him, concentrating to become the heir his family wanted him to be. And just that he did, right now he was ‘free’ to do what he wanted and this contained to buy the company you worked for.

“I see so many lost chances the firm could have gotten. But now that I am leading it, I will make sure that my money was worth spending it on and I swore to my father that I make it successful”, he announced, shoving his fork in his plump mouth. “The most important reason that I spent my money on it was that I knew you were working there.”

While his speech about his past years, his confession right now and the hurt expression on Jimin’ face you cried while listening to him. It was such a long time since you last had seen him that all emotions you had to repress exploded ere you both just stood in the middle of the kitchen, hugging each other tightly. Time passed by and as you lay in his arms on his large couch, Jimin promised to never let his childhood friend go again and so the dark, gloomy days lightened up with every new sunrise, the thought of Jimin making you happier than ever.

A few weeks after your first encounter, you developed the habit to stay over at Jimin’s house, making you both breakfast before rushing to work where you saw him, getting along with his new employees and the position as the company’s CEO. You couldn’t remember a time you were so comfortable at work. But something seeped through your mind slowly, a nagging feeling while your heart clenched, making breathing heavy whenever your eyes locked with Jimin’s. You knew too well what feelings made their way into you, the same damn feelings you had for him the days before his departure, developed by the years he spent by your side. Jimin should never know about your romantic thoughts about him, why you tried not to stay over as many times as his first two weeks back.

“Good morning, y/n”, his usual smile turned his plump lips upwards as he made his daily routine through the company to help his employees with problems. “What held you busy yesterday? I missed your breakfast the last days. You pampered me too much that I can’t eat anything else in the morning!”

You laughed, heat flowing to your cheeks at his words. Why had he to say so sweet things? It made it even harder to repress all the upcoming feelings you felt for him.

“I..I had to visit some friends”, you lied, avoiding his dark eyes.

“Is that so?”, he spoke slowly, not believing your words as he knew if you lied to him immediately. “What about today then?”

You felt eyes burning through your back as your co-workers tried to overhear the conversation you two had, but Jimin made sure that they got back to work with one strict sentence. The last days some female colleagues got suspicious of you two, pressing to spit what was going on between the CEO and you, but you just told them you knew each other, on friendly terms, nothing more. It was the truth, right? A short form of it, but not wrong.

“I don’t think that-”

“Bullshit, y/n. Ten o'clock at my house”, Jimin grinned, patting your head ere he continued his tour through the office.

He was so cheeky, but charming. At that you felt how your heart clenched again, a knot in your stomach tightening as you watched his broad back. You had only two options. Telling him how you started to feel, from high school on, or telling him you needed distance taking your relationship as employer-empolyee as an excuse.

This night you had mixed feelings coursing through your body as you waited for Jimin to open the door. He took his time ere he greeted you, his cute smile taking you by surprise.

“It’s nice to have you sleeping over again, y/n”, Jimin smirked, motioning you to enter his home.

“Y-yeah”, you stuttered, narrowing your eyes to your small bag. “As it’s the weekend I don’t have work, so..”


You looked up at the worry in his low voice. The heartbeat of yours beginning to race as you locked eyes with his. Jimin crossed his arms on his chest, cocking his dark eyebrows up.

“Spit it”, he reprimanded you.

Despite his demand you rounded him to slender to his living room, trying to get more time to choose between your two options. He was your friend, he deserved the truth, didn’t he?

“I love you”, you blurted, hands covering your face at your confession. Well, you wanted to talk to him first, letting the theme sink in, but the panic made you blurting out this embarrassing nonsense. “I-I… god, Jimin. Okay I liked you even back in high school and with every fucking day it gets worse, okay?”

Jimin just stood there, listening to you while a bright grin spread upon his tanned face. You finally said it, admitted what he already knew.

“Calm down, y/n”, he simply said, walking up to your position to take your hands in his, his thumbs circling on your skin. “I knew it. Back in high school you wrote this greasy letter to me”, he looked at your shocked expression, a chuckle escaping him. “Do you really think I can’t recognize the handwriting of my best friend?”

You felt how pink your cheeks had to be, cursing yourself for your stupidity of your high school days. But now that your ‘secret’ was out of the bag you felt insecure, not knowing how he felt and how it changed your newly reunited friendship.

“I’m sorry, Jimin, I just had to tell you. And I totally understand if you don’t return my feelings. Please, take your time to think about it!”

You freed yourself from his grip, rushing back to the door ere you run back home, leaving a perplexed Jimin in the centre of his living room.

Now you had to wait for his answer, regret filling your mind before you shook yourself from the negative thoughts about the outcome of your confession.

On monday you had to drag yourself to work, the nagging feeling of rejection clouding your thoughts while you waited for the bell of the elevator to signal the arrival on your floor. Several co-workers greeted you as you slandered to your desk, falling down on your chair ere your department’s boss knocked on the surface of your desk.

“Good morning, Miss y/l/n. Mr. Park wants to see you in his office, please take your files and follow me”, your boss said while you snatched your reports to follow him to Jimin’s office a few floors above.

“Mr. Park? Your employee, Miss y/l/n, is here”, your boss announced as he knocked on your CEO’s office door.

“Come in, please”, you heard Jimin say, an unknown tune lacing his calm voice. Fear stiffened your limbs as you entered the light illuminated room. Jimin sat behind his desk ere he stood up to greet you.

“Hey, y/n”, he said, eyes crinkled while he shot you his signature smile. Without a warning he reached behind you to turn the key in the lock. Then he turned his attention to you, pulling you into him while pressing his plump, pink lips straight on yours.

Confused and shocked you glanced at him, wide eyes so close to his that you saw how long his black eyelashes lay on his cheeks while he closed his eyes, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss. It was the answer of your confession, you knew it as he delicately moved his mouth on yours, letting you take control. Therefore you pushed him back while never letting his lips go until the back of his legs bumped into his desk.

“Y/n, I always wanted you”, he said, voice hoarse whereas his hands traced down to your waist. You just knew what would follow, sliding your fingers over his costly suit while leaning in on him again to passionately kiss him. Jimin tasted so good you didn’t even care that you stood in the middle of his office, his employees running around only metres away. They landed on his chest, unbuttoning his knobs in heat as you finally could taste him like you always wanted.

“I want you, Jimin. And I waited forever”, you stated as he latched his tongue on your neck, sucking gently on your skin.

“The door’s locked, what do you wait for?”, he teased, voice muffled from your skin while he copied your actions and began to open your blouse, revealing your lacy bra to him.

Now you both couldn’t be held back as you stripped each other as far as you could, mouths clashing onto the other hastily. Lastly Jimin had only his open white shirt on while you stood before him, wearing nothing more than your bra and panties, blood boiling at the sight in front of you.

“You’re beautiful”, he whispered, pulling you in again to pepper more kisses along your collarbones down your stomach ere he slid down your panties, slowly exposing your heat to his hungry eyes. He cupped it, rubbing his palm on your nub, which made you moan a little ere your covered your mouth with your own hand.

“I-I’m already ready for you, Jimin”, you informed him, the previous make-out session and stripping of his clothes got you going and discovering that under his expensive clothes lay a toned, tanned and muscular body was just the icing which fuelled your arousal. Your mouth watering as you saw his freaking thick thighs.

Jimin only nodded, his fingers disappearing between your legs, dipping one in you to feel how wet your pussy already were.

“You’re definitely ready and so I am”, your CEO and childhood friend announced, standing up to lift you into his arms, your legs enclosed around his hips while your heat made contact to his throbbing dick, feeling how warm and thick his length pressed against your folds. How you wished for this to happen ever since high school. And now it finally took place, in his office while he was the CEO of your company and you his employee, but that didn’t matter whereas you both had the same feelings for each other.

The handsome guy sat down, leaning back into his chair while he positioned you on his lap to straddle him, your cores pressed together.

“What if someone wants to come in?”, you felt a tinge of nervousness at that thought, but Jimin just chuckled, caressing your bare ass with his soft hands. He smacked it ere he soothed you with the words that he was the damn CEO and if someone wanted to talk to him they had to wait, being it an important matter or not, he wanted to fuck you right now nothing more and nothing less.

With that you traced a line through your folds to damped his cock in your juices a few times before you slowly sat down on it, feeling his wet tip entering you. Jimin moaned quietly at the sensation as you took him in till he filled you completely, staying still while adjusting to the stretch his dick caused. Your eyes rolled back while he pressed his lips on yours again, his hands grabbing your hips to move tardily up and down, the stretch causing you pain which evolved into arousal pretty fast.

“Jimin”, you moaned his name as you began to roll your hips into his, his cock pressing on your walls with every move, making you cry out his name. Before anyone would hear your loud voice he pulled you down, moving his lips passionately on yours to muffle the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth.

By the time you rocked your hips furiously into his, panting while his throat escaped some grunts. Jimin grabbed you harder, helping you to bounce on his dick as a knock on the door disturbed your love making.

“Mr. Park, I have the files you requested”, a female voice reached through the closed door, Jimin’s forehead pressing against yours as his breathless voice filled the room.

“I’m busy right now. Wait for a while.”

You chuckled, oh he was busy. Therefore you bounced hard on his cock, the friction his skin caused at your clit intensifying, but not as much as you would have loved it to. Jimin on the other side focused on your face, contoured in lust as he felt himself close to his own release. You saw how sweaty his body was as your skin hit his, perverted sounds caused by your juices and the sweat tuning through his office. He bit his plump lower lips while circling your hips on his, making him come with a loud, low moan so near your ear that you got goosebumps. How long you wanted to hear it while his seeds shot into your pussy, sitting down on Jimin until he finished trembling underneath you. He breathed so heavy, letting whimpers out which were more melodious than music in your ears.

Slowly you stood up, some drops of his white semen flowing down his dick as he fell out of you with a loud smack onto his toned abs.

“Y/n, I never said it, but you’re not just my best friend anymore, a long time ago I realized that it is you who I want”, he whispered while kissing your lips after every word. “It has to be our little secret for a while, but I think we can do it, right?”

“If we repeat this if I have my break, then that’s okay”, you winked at him, a light giggle falling from your lips as he looked at you, the common mischief tracing his eyes.

“Firstly you say 'I love you’ to your friend and now you seduce your CEO?”

You laughed, grabbing your clothes ere you dressed yourself. So did he while never letting you go with his dark eyes.

“I have a thing for someone called Park Jimin, so yes”, you answered him while he embraced you from behind.

“Luckily my name is the same”, Jimin grinned. “Now back to work, y/n. Let me do you a favour tonight. Eight o'clock again?”

You turned around, kissing his plump, pink lips again, adjusting his grey tie on it’s place. Now it was set, you were in love with your best friend, secret high school love and at the same time CEO. But you didn’t care what his status was as he kissed you back, smiling into your lips.

evamoans  asked:

prompt: isak taking care of even in one way or another, maybe he has food poisoning because isak decided to cook food for him in their new apartment :)

Hello there, @evamoans my dear! I’m so, SO sorry for how late this is–between a couple of trips and work being crazy, the prompts in my inbox got away from me (also, I’m the worst, which I think is well-known at this point). But I loved your prompt and couldn’t leave it unfilled, so here you go! It got way too long and way too schmoopy, OOPS. Thank you for sending it my way! Can also be found on AO3 here.

the boyfriend experience

The thing is—and Isak supposes it should come as no surprise, given the ludicrously romantic timing and circumstances of their first kiss—Even is an absolutely phenomenal boyfriend.

And it’s not just the comforting, casual touches and the unreasonably frequent cuddling and the life-altering, mind-blowing sex, either.

(Although that stuff is pretty damn good.)

(Like, seriously. He cannot over-emphasize how good it is.)

It’s the soothing backrubs, and making sure Isak eats breakfast before school, and surprising Isak with baked goods or coffee or little trinkets that remind Even of something Isak said the previous week. It’s knowing when Isak is one textbook paragraph away from studying himself to an early grave and coaxing him into taking a break with the promise of sleep or snacks or Netflix (and yes, sometimes sexual favors are on the table. Hell, sometimes they take place on the table). 

It’s knowing when to press and when to hold back, when to offer quiet support and when to take the lead. Knowing when Isak needs to be alone because he got a shitty text from his shitty father, and when he needs to talk about it, or be spooned within an inch of his life, or fuck to forget.

The point is: Even is great. Even is perfect. So perfect, in fact, that the alarming and ever-growing disparity between them, in terms of boyfriend-ing, has become impossible to ignore. Try as he might to talk himself down, Isak can’t quite stop that ugly fear from gnawing at him—the fear that Even will wake up one day and suddenly realize, fuck, why in God’s name am I doing all this work for a smelly, socially awkward slob with no money and no skills and Dorito crumbs in his bed?

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Distracting the Un-distractable

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Word count: 1762

Warnings: smut, hardcore language, slight Dom!Barry x Sub!Reader for like a second, slight public smut (in the cortex so), unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS)

A/N: First smut. First imagine. I’m trying.

You were currently sitting in the cortex at a computer, typing away. Cisco sits next to you humming a tune and sucking on a sucker. It was a slow day, no meta activity, no robberies, not even a kitten in a tree, and since you had no previous training planned for Barry, you and Cisco were searching for a new way to train him. Caitlin had left and hour prior, stating she had an appointment. Dr. Wells had left 30 minutes after Caitlin, saying he wanted to go see some science lecture in Starling, and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. So it was just Barry, Cisco, and you.

You were sort of a jack of all trades around the lab. Whether you had to be Cisco’s assistant or Barry’s trainer you came to the job to help. Once, Barry had asked you why you helped as much as you did and you had told him it was a way of being a hero, a way to help.

You looked over the top of the computer with your eyebrow raised, looking towards Barry. A smile started to appear on your face at the sight of Barry. He was sitting in a chair and had thrown his arms behind the arms, and was laying limp, starring toward the ceiling with his eyes closed. He was the face of boredom, in that moment. You snickered lightly, hitting Cisco lightly on the arm to get his attention and nod your head in the direction of Barry. He looks, and starts laughing.

“Ya bored, Barr?” You asked, giggling.

“Yes.” He opens his eyes and sits up, swiveling his chair in your direction and puts his hands on his knees. “Please tell me we can do something.” He pleads looking a both of you.

You and Cisco look at each other, then both shrug. “Well since we aren’t doing anything,” Cisco says as he stands and grabs his jacket off the back of the chair. “I’m going home to watch Netflix. Pokemon Indigo cannot watch itself.” He walks out and gives a little wave, while receiving byes from you and Barry.

You look towards Barry to see he’s already looking at you. You raise an eyebrow, “What are you doing?”.


“On what, my face?”

“Yes, technically, but specifically the freckle of your temple.”

“Why?” You scrunch your eyebrows.

“I’m bored and am working on my concentration skills.”

“Your concentration skills?” You scoff and pause after he gives a small ‘mhm’. This gives you and idea. “You know what that’s not a bad idea. I will give you a shit ton of science work sheets, and you will complete them–WITHOUT SPEED–while I try to distract you.” He starts laughing lightly and then agrees.

You spend 2 hours printing out worksheets and let’s just say they were difficult. You sure as hell didn’t understand them, which meant Barry probably did. You were finally ready with the biggest stack of papers you had ever seen. You plop them in front of Barry as his eyes slightly widen at the size of the stack. You lean against the table and cross your arms. “You want to put some money on this?” You ask him with a smirk. A smirk on you was a rare thing only seen when not many were around. You were awkward and shy around a group. Unknown to you, Barry loved to see a smirk on your beautiful face. He thought it was, cute, pretty… Hot… In fact, he thought it was really fucking sexy.

“50 says you can’t distract me before I finish this entire stack.” You threw your hair over your shoulder and laughed.


“Deal.” And with that single word Barry picked up a pencil and got to work.

This was fucking hard. Barry was better at concentrating than you thought. You had stood on top of a table and screamed, you played music over the intercom, you even dropped and broke a beaker. Nothing. This man was determined. He was halfway through the stack already and you were running out of ideas.

You checked your wallet then to see if you even had a hundred on you. You counted your money then silently cursed. Seventeen dollars. You sighed and looked towards the ceiling, now you need to win. You need to win. You have to play dirty.

You really didn’t want to do this. This was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had but you don’t have a hundred on you and you realized you don’t get payed until next Friday. You need to win and this is how you do it. You mentally reassured yourself over, and it still did not make it seem like a good idea. You looked at the stack and saw it was almost gone. Shit. Okay, okay, it’s now or never. You got this, (Y/N).

You slowly walked behind Barry. You sighed loudly and shook yours hands. Okay, you took theatre in high school, (Y/N), get in character. You put your chin on his shoulder and placed your hands on his sides and rubbed in an up and down motion, while going lower at the same time. You smiled sweetly yet innocently in the process. When you got to the outside of his thighs you started to go bring your hands slowly to his crotch, and when he realized what you were you you felt him inhale sharply and he gripped his pencil tighter. He cleared his through the and shifted in his seat. You stopped moving your hands and just let them rest where they were, which was on top of his thighs. He sighed in relief, which brought a genuine smile to your face. You waited until he turned over the worksheet to bring your hands under his shirt and start rubbing his abs. You buried your head into his neck but kept only centimeters between your lips and his skin. You hear him sigh in frustration. It’s working.

You hover your hand over his denim clad crotch, and slowly bring your hand down, only to hover again, then put your hand back on his thigh. He groans loudly and smacks down his pencil onto the desk. He swiftly stands, grabs you by the hips, and pushes you against the table.

“You’re teasing me.” Your smile is now gone as you look into his lust filled eyes. “I don’t like it when you tease me.” You were speechless. Where had this Barry come from? When you normally looked into his eyes you saw kindness, warmth, compassion, now all you saw was pure lust. And it put warmth between your legs.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered out. What the fuck? Where did the come from? You’ve never been in a BDSM situation-much less know what to do in that situation.

He hums in appreciation and looks down to your lips, only for a second before smashing his into yours. You put your hands onto his chest to control his ferocity. What are you gonna do? Have sex on a table in the middle of the cortex where anyone could walk in at anytime? Apparently, yes. You broke the kiss for air but kept your foreheads touching. You put your hands on top of his, still on your hips and swiveled them in a figure eight motion.

“I won.” He laughed then took one hand and pushed your (H/L) (H/C) off your neck and then started kissing and licking your neck which drew out multiple moans from you. You were sure he left some hickies.

You put your hands on both sides of his face and brought him back up to your lips. You then grabbed his belt loops and pulled his body against you. You felt him smile against your lips, then deepen the kiss as he grabbed the back of your knees and lifted you slightly onto the table. You wrapped your legs around his waist and started to push off his jacket as he starts to push up your shirt. You break the kiss to take each other’s shirts off then you start to unbucle his belt as he un claps your bra and pushes it down your arms. You push down his pants with your feet, then start palming his erection with your palm and look up at him as he moans and throws back his head.

“(Y/N)…” I take the opportunity to give him a couple large, dark hickies on his neck. You break away when you are satisfied and start to unbutton and pull down your jeans and panties as he pulls down his boxers.

“I-I don’t have a condom.” He realizes and starts to slightly freak out.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” You smile at him. He comes closer to you and grabs your face in his hands and makes you look at him.

“(Y/N)… I really like you. I don’t want you to think I only want you for… For this.” I smiled at his choice to not use the word sex. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” I kissed him quickly then pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“I really like you too but if you don’t fuck me now I’m going to get really pissy.” He chuckled then went back to kissing me and grinding against my soaked core. He pulled away and line himself up then slowly pushed in and groaned lightly while I gasped and adjusted to his size.

“Are you alright? If you want me to stop I will.” He asked worriedly. I gave him a reassuring smile and shook my head.

“No. No. Don’t stop, it feels amazing, you’re just really big.” It’s not that his dick was long, it was average, it was just wide.

He smiled then started thrusting into you. Slowly at first, but then picking up the pace as he went. With each thrust, he pulled out a little bit further, only to smash into you fully again, until you were nothing but a sweaty, moaning mess.

“Barry…” You moaned out as you dug your nails into his back.

“Come for me, baby.” That’s exactly what you did. Your walls clenching around him caused him to cry out and spill his seed into you. He buried his head into the crook of your neck to try and catch his breath.

You two stayed like this until Barry lifted his head and said, breathlessly “You’re gonna have some serious hickies to explain tomorrow.”.


The Tuesday Tease

Brett x Reader (x Kira, Malia & Lydia)

Mature content

A/N: Miss Lahey @void-beta-lahey got me this idea a while ago and I got so freaking intriguwed to write it, and holy hell. ♥

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“Oh come on Y/N, there’s plenty more fishes in the sea.” Your head snap up from a damp tissue to glare at Malia, furrowing your brows when you saw that she wasn’t even looking at you.

You turned to Lydia to see if she showed more sympathy than the slight rude coyote, but found her sitting at her dressing table, applying yet another layer of nail polish. Kira only shrugs as you look at her for a last chance of someone who would care.

“I’m actually with Malia on this one.” Lydia hummed, admiring the final results of her nails and you were about to stand up and slap your friends in their faces, but Kira interrupted you and clarified Lydia’s response as you sat down again.

Kira cleared her throat as she got both Malia and Lydia’s attention. “What your friend mean is that you should move on, you’ve been crying over your loser ex-boyfriend for over two weeks now.—“ she strokes your arm as she spoke and you sobbed your last tears.

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School 2017 Episode 12

The bromance lives! Not only that but Tae-woon and Dae-hwi’s heart to heart about Joon-ki and their friendship, followed by them sighting due to their respective love lives has to be the best part of today’s episode. Mainly because I feel I have been emotionally invested in this relationship as much as the one between Tae-woon and Eun-ho, but this one got deeper connotations in a way since it was a moment long overdue where they can finally let go of the grief and move on, with a new understanding of each other.

MVP goes to Dae-hwi, and nobody can deny it. He lighted up Tae-woon’s fire by throwing the jabs that he knew was what his friend needed to understand what was happening with Eun-ho and help him figure out what to do to make up with her. Not only that but Dae-hwi also was one of the masterminds behind the Hee-chan takedown. And he took the first step to fix his own relationship with Nam-joo, although he gave up a little too easy for my taste on the front. Be more assertive, I know you can do it! Yes, Dae-hwi’s journey has been a pleasure to watch and I’m glad he is finally on more solid ground.

As for Hee-chan, the imbecile can burn in a hell of thousand suns. I know the show has given him enough background story to know where he’s coming from, and I don’t really want to give up on his redemption, but he has show no remorse nor any kind of improvement in the past episodes. In fact, he’s getting worse and now that he no longer cares at all about what his mother has to say (and she has seen the monster she helped create), I’m afraid he will go into the deep end and do worse than he has done until so far.

I appreciate the show solves problems rather quickly and doesn’t lest misunderstanding or conflict fester long enough to give us an angst fest. Even though yesterday we were all left in despair, today was pure bliss.

Tae-woon is an assertive kind of character which is no surprise he did everything is his power to make up with Eun-ho, even if meant pouring out his heart and his feelings for her (all over again) and breaking his head in order to understand where she was coming from.

I love how pure Eun-ho can be at times, all smiles and cheer, but I love even more she is mature enough to self-reflect on her actions. When she voiced how she had used her family as an excuse over the frustration and insecurities of her work, I could relate to her. It’s not easy to put yourself out there on any level, personal or professional, and I can understand she was afraid to do both.

Her relationship with her family remains one of my favorite things and I love her even more for spending all her hard-earned money on buying new shoes for her brother, so he could walk more proudly. She’s taking care of everyone, always, which is why I’m glad she has Tae-woon to take care of her.

By the end of the episode the show had two options: keep pulling our chain or give us what we have all been waiting for. Thank God they went with the latter, as it should be in School 2017 style, and now Eun-ho and Tae-woon are officially dating. The whole scene was so sweet and so like them, excuse me while I cry tears of joy. These two, really. *insert heart emoticon*

This episode finally gave some time to the secondary characters, starting with how strong Bo-ra has become with the help of her friends and actively helping them in any way she can.

What about Sarang and her Mom? It was nice that they finally had a real talk about Sarang’s future. If Eun-ho started to compromise her dreams yesterday in order to help her family, Sarang has being doing it all along and with no-one to truly make her understand that she can find another way to have her cake and eat it too. Or at least try it, instead of giving up by default. I’m glad she found a middle ground, allowing herself to be a little more selfish. Plus, her low-key romance with Kyung-woo is precious. Did you guys see yesterday when they got all handsy in gym class? Or today when he encourage her to work things out with Mom? OMG. They are so darn cute. GIVE ME MORE.

Coach Jung’s talk with Issue was also another highlight of the episode. It shows that just because one option is no longer there, it doesn’t mean the dream has to die. You can always find another or new way to get back in track. I’m looking forward to Kyung-woo asking Issue to form a band. Sarang can fangirl her heart out.

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Right in Front of Your Eyes - Part 2

Originally posted by thealextheshipper

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 1800+

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I hate hospitals. Well, not the idea of saving people’s lives, but mainly the smells and people. The smell of antiseptic, death and misery is not something you can get used to, not being able to move from the waist down sucks, even more, I cried two days straight after I found out. Thanks to that bus I’m now paralysed from the waist down, but according to the doctors, Tony made it just in time with the news that he may have a solution. By that I mean, secretly he’s been trying to replicate Peter’s Spider-Man abilities to form some type of serum, yes, I know Spider Man’s identity, I sort of put two and two together, makes me feel slightly giddy that Peter’s girlfriend only thinks he’s working with Tony for a grant, and that I know more about Peter than she ever has done; what a shock that will be. Peter has been at the hospital with me from the start, I don’t know why, he says that we should ‘bond’ and now that I can’t walk, he knows I won’t run away. It’s funny really, he apologised straight after saying that, but I was in hysterics. Anyway, back to the serum; Tony asked me if it was okay to inject me with it, I said yes straight away before he could even tell me side effects, or even what would happen. I mean what else can I lose? (I really shouldn’t jinx myself, I mean I’m a disabled orphan for Christ’s sake). So, plans were made, which brings us to now. Looking at the clock I have 10 minutes until my life is going to change – again – For better or for worst.

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Sincere (Jared x Reader)

Requested by @jaredflyingsolo : “I know you’re my fake prom date, but I really need a good Instagram picture”

Warnings: cussing, mentions of sex, fluff I guess

w/c: 1298 (it’s actually kinda long whoa)

A/N: I tried to make it gender neutral but if I slipped up lemme know. Idk I just had a lot of fun with this idea. I’ve been really busy but hoping to get all requests done by tomorrow!

You had never really expected to go to your senior prom, and you had definitely by no means thought you’d be going with that annoying kid, Jared Kleinman, from your advanced bio class, but yet here you were. 

When Jared had first come up to you to ask you to prom, you had every intention of saying no. I mean you couldn’t care less about the trivial aspects of school life such as dances and football games. Why would you?

However, after he explained that his friend bet him one hundred and fifty bucks he couldn’t get a date to prom in the next ten minutes, and you were the only person who he knew near them that didn’t yet have a date, and he would pay for everything except your outfit and split the money with you, you had a little change of heart. 

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Fight- Min Yoongi Chapter 2

Originally posted by pole-ambition

It had been a little over 2 years  the incident with Min Yoongi, I was pretty sure our relationship was over since he’d made no attempt to contact me since, and didn’t even bother to let me know that he’d moved out of the apartment, 2 and a half weeks later.

Isabella and Jeraldine kept in contact for a little while, but Isabella couldn’t remain friends with her knowing what she had done to me, and knowing that she continued to date Yoongi, even after what he had done to me.

The last straw was when I planned a lunch with Isabella, and Jeraldine just decided she was coming claiming  she had been friends with Isabella for much longer than me.

The lunch was so awkward because Jeraldine kept boasting about all the things Yoongi was doing for her, taking her out to dinner, and how during summer break they were going to go to the bahamas. It was really uncomfortable for me, so I thought I could just get up and leave, but before I could move a muscle Isabella started yelling at Jeraldine.

Saying that she couldn’t believe what Jeraldine was doing, and she had the nerve to flaunt it in my face knowing how me and Yoongi ended things.

Then Jeraldine said something that really made my heart sink, and question, how I became friends with her.

“Well, maybe she deserved it”

I didn’t know what to say, I just wanted to sink in a hole and never come out. Jeraldine rolled her eyes and gave me a pointed look before placing her attention back on her phone.

Isabella wasn’t having any of it, she punched Jeraldine in the face so hard she flew out of her seat and landed on the ground.

“Delete my number, me and you are done”

She gathered her things, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to her car

And just like that a lifetime friendship had ended… because of me.

I constantly apologized to Isabella for coming in between her relationship with Jeraldine, and the reply was always the same.

“Sometimes you just have to cut off the diseased leg”

At first I was confused when she said this, but later on I started to understand. Her relationship with Jeraldine was becoming toxic, so it was better to ends things, than to continue on with that relationship.

It seemed like I was simply made to suffer because days after Isabella cut things off with Jeraldine, I was fired from my job, and it was so incredibly difficult to find a new one that a few months later I ended up getting kicked out of my apartment, my landlord said if I didn’t give him the money for the months I didn’t pay he would sue, and my credit would be ruined. I couldn’t afford to pay the fees on my college tuition and landed my butt on academic suspension until I could pay it off and for a while things were just really shitty.

Luckily for me Isabella stayed by my side the entire time, she helped me with the payments I owed to my landlord, the fees on my college tuition and she even gave me a place to stay at her apartment, all I had to do was all the chores, and make sure the bills got paid so she could have more freetime. Of course I promised I would pay her back as soon as possible but she insisted that I take my time, and that she enjoyed having me around.

Even though my Academic Suspension was lifted I couldn’t go back to school yet, I was denied financial aid, and a student loan, and I really didn’t want to take out a personal loan because I knew  how dirty those could get.

Isabella noticed how desperate I was trying to find a job, and when she asked me how I got my last job, I explained to her, it was a first come, first serve situation . The ad just came out, and I made sure I got a spot. But those types of jobs are really difficult to come by.

“I can get you a position and my job” she said

I snapped my head up looking like a deer caught in headlights

Isabella was a stripper, she worked at a strip club

“As a stripper?” I asked

“No, you start off as a waitress, and if you want, you get moved up to a stripper”

“How is that a move up” I asked

“Well the waitresses get paid 10 dollars an hour, for a full shift that’s about 80-90 dollars everyday they work… for a full shift, and let’s not forget about the 15% tax they take out. Yea you have tips, but on a bad day the most you’d be making is around $150”

She gives me a look making sure I was following, I give her a nod, so she could continue

“On a bad day I get paid on average, a little over $500 dollars a night, and I don’t even have to suck anyones dick,”

That had me thinking, I didn’t have to be a stripper if I didn’t want to, I could just stay a waitress, and Isabella was very willing to continue paying all the bills, so I could stay rent free, go back to school, and I could find normalcy in my life again.

This stayed in my head for about a week, before I finally decided that working at a strip club couldn’t be all that bad. So I told Isabella I was willing, and she introduced me to her boss, Mariana, who apparently told Isabella she loved me right after the interview, and said I had a very innocent but dark and sexy vibe going.

Isabella insisted that I only wanted to be a waitress, and that I had no interest in moving into the stripper scene.

She said it was too bad, and that I had real potential.

About a month in a half of working as  a Spanky’s employee, I really got the hang of waitressing, flirting with the patrons, walking around seductively, balancing the food in my arms while moving swiftly and efficiently.

It really hard at first and while I was working Mariana would train me, who knew a place called Spanky’s took business so seriously. Turns out Spanky’s was her uncle’s business and she inherited his business when he retired.

The training was rigorous and and there were days where I came home ridiculously tired, and questionably sore.

When I finally got the hang of it all Mariana asked me if I was 100% sure that I didn’t want to start stripping to earn extra money. When I said no, she put her hands up in defeat, and left me alone about it.

She still asked but it was more as a joke than anything else because she knew what the answer was.

However that all changed when I started going back to school again, I noticed I was struggling, as I had before to keep up with everything, and Isabella was worried that I was regressing back to my old situation.

School was sucking me dry, not just my pockets, but my health. I started having panic attacks in the middle of class, night terrors that not only woke Isabella, but our neighbors. I know this because the landlord came to warn us. The last straw was when I was finally awarded 5000 dollars for financial aid, and they would only pay for 1045 dollars, of the 6,500 dollars worth of classes I planned on taking for the fall.

I only had about 200 dollars in my account and when I asked the financial advisor what I could do if I didn’t have enough money by the deadline, she told me that I should just quit school.

I blacked out, and woke up in the school’s nurse’s office, Isabella next to me asking what happened and if I needed to take off work, that she would call Mariana and let her know.

I told her I was fine, and that I could work. On the way home Isabella eyed me like a hawk, asking if I was ok every fifteen minutes, and insisting that I take off. I finally got fed up and told he the situation, when she realized my dilemma and told me that it’ll all work itself out eventually.

Except I didn’t need it eventually, I needed it soon.

When we walked into work, that night we clocked in and as usually when I started prepping the tables for the night shift, it didn’t start getting busy until around 8 and it was 6, Mariana came up to me, said hi and jokingly asked if I was sure I didn’t want to become a stripper.

Now usually I would smile and she would smirk and walk away, but before I know it, I said yes. Mariana had her back to me by then, but she and everyone who was within earshot, including the few regulars stopped dead in their tracks.

The routine had been broken, I just broke the routine, and now I wasn’t sure what to do. Mariana slowly turns toward my direction and gives me a confused look, she walks up to me and gets in real close.

“Are you sure?” she whispered

I nodded my head

“No, I need you to tell me if YOU ARE SURE?”

“Yes, I’m sure”

She gave a wide smile, and introduced me to the practically empty bar as her new stripper.


I wish I could describe the hell, I was put through right after saying yes to Mariana.

She enrolled me in pole-dancing 101, where I had to  register as a level Kitten, and I was required to show up to classes 3 times a week, and find a class before 6.

I was enrolled in Lap Dancing and Sexy Dancing classes, which are apparently not the same things, and existed.

Not to mention the private lessons, and appearance prep she had me going through to find my perfect theme. My assigned stripper name was Wicked, which Mariana claimed would grab someone’s attention, especially since I would be sporting a “Dark but Innocent look” which she refers to as Blackberry Shortcake, a.k.a Strawberry Shortcake in black.

I went home sore every night because not only did I have to do all these dance classes, but I also had to work out to keep a tight shape, so Isabella put me on her own workout schedule, we went shopping everyday, because she insisted a new job meant a new person, so I had to completely change my wardrobe.

She basically threw out all of my clothes, except for a huge black jacket that once belonged to Yoongi, but I didn’t tell her that, I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t part ways with it, so I just hid it in the back of the closet, where I knew no one would notice it.

Mariana compensated me for the time I spent training, and provided me with a bunch of costumes, custom made for my character. I told her to stop spending so much money on me, but she insisted, saying that she invests a lot on all of her dancers, because she knows if she treats them right, they treat her right.

When I was finally ready to debut as Wicked, that morning, I made my first payment to the school, which was everything in my bank account. That was more than enough motivation for me to rest up and get my butt to the club.

Isabella was off but she absolutely had to see my debut, I had my routine, my moves, my back-ups, my wardrobes, wigs, shoes, and I knew what to do for the next few hours. Mariana drilled rules, regulations, and maneuvers into my head, to make sure I knew how to handle the more handsy clients.

I was ready, that’s what Isabella and Mariana told me when I was getting ready to head to hit the stage, fussing over me, making sure my wig was tightened so it wouldn’t fall off, straightening out my outfit, removing lipstick off my teeth.

Until it was finally time for Mariana to go on the stage to introduce me, the other strippers backing me for moral support, everyone holding hands, and and suffocating me in this group hug, something I would normally hate, but I found it to be quite relaxing. When Mariana finally called me out, they let go and clapped along with the crowd outside.

As soon as I stepped out, stage lights were blinding me, but I couldn’t put my hands over my eyes , because I knew I would look like a total noob if I did. So I breathed in and out and continued to walk over to the pole that was up in the middle of the stage.

At Spanky’s this was known as a debut pole, it was only taken out when a new stripper debuted, otherwise it would stay hidden within the stage. I could see Isabella near the front of the stage giving me a thumbs up.

I found my position next to the debut pole and struck a pose before looking out into the sea of people. Despite the name, Spanky’s was a really classy place, Successful businessmen, CEO’s, even housewives showed up.

The my music piece began playing, and I had to start the dance at the first beat drop, I took another breath, right before the beat drop and just let my body move. At first, the butterflies ran rampant, but as soon as I  stretched out my legs into a russian split, I got my first round of cheers, a few bills hit the stage, and I got braver.

Before I knew my dance ended without a hitch, the crowd was cheering, and the poles surrounding me were coming out for the group dance. I had so much fun, I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and when time came to do the lap dances, all the clients were so respectful. Well as respectful as they could be with a girl dancing on their laps .

That night, I made over $1000 dollars, if this kept up, I would have more than enough money to get through school.

ironwingedhawk  asked:

Sorry if you already saw it, but a short highschool au for ironwing?

aaand here you go. spoilers: it’s not short. XD

Danny Rand is not, in the natural order of things, the kind of person Colleen even talks to, never mind hangs out with.

In fact, until now, none of that has happened. And why would it even? They’re not even in the same damned school.

Fact is: Colleen has no idea who thought placing a public school next to one of those extra pricey private places for rich kids who will go to college regardless of their GPA was a good idea. She has a clue it’s because of the whole part where this previously rich-as-hell neighborhood was forced to accept people coming in from the suburbs because the city forced them to accept popular houses being built on the premises, and of course no one could afford to send their kid to the only other school in the area, as in, the extra pricey private one.

Colleen would know – for that matter, she’s living with her grandmother only and if she hadn’t been alive she’d most probably be in a group home by now.

Anyway, it’s not that she knows anyone at the fancy private school, but their garden has a fence in common with her school’s, which means that she sees enough of them during recess.

Now, the first thing about Danny Rand is, he hadn’t been previously attending the fancy school when Colleen and her grandmother moved in a year ago.

The first thing about Danny Rand is that until six months ago, everyone thought he had died with his parents in a plane crash, and then it turned out that he was in fact alive but had been stranded in a Chinese small village without communication with the real world, and then somehow he found his way back to New York, and he’s now living with the other CEO of his parent’s filthy rich company and his family.

Who, of course, sent him to the nearest fancy private school.

The second thing about Danny Rand is that, given what Colleen sees from the other side of the fence, he’s nowhere near the asshole everyone else in his school seems to be.

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Gilded Butterfly: a JB fic

Chapter 1

Here’s what they don’t tell you about being cheated on: nothing can ever be the same.

Originally posted by sugaglos

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“Pray You Catch Me”….Pt. 3

Silence filled the room as Moses shook his head in disbelief. Cay walked over to the couch, taking a seat, while I continued to glare….Damn, I know how to pick em. The pain I’m feeling right now is unimaginable and I know there’s only more to come. Levi was right, hell, even my mother was right…Moses was not to be trusted. A filthy rich playboy becoming the man of my dreams?? Humph, yeah right, I feel like a damn fool. This chick is pregnant with his baby and he’s been hiding it from me all along. I guess what they say is true…Everything done in the dark eventually comes to light. Since Asia told her it was okay to come here and she appears to be pretty far along, it’s clear that everything Trisha claimed was true. He got Cay pregnant during the few months we spent broken up and used Asia to try to convince her into getting an abortion. This shit is all around fucked up…For her, the baby, and me. I know he’s going to try, but there’s nothing that can fix our relationship at this point. He chose to lie and scheme instead of manning up. The only reason why I’m still standing here is because I want to hear the truth, coming from him.


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SCANDAL’s RINA; “It’s me RINA” Style Book Translations Part 1 of 5 - MUSIC

Everyone who has gotten this book, thank you so much. I am SCANDAL’s drummer, RINA. The theme of this book is vintage. From music to movies to fashion etc., things that are important to RINA have all been packed within it. It’s a book that’s made from the heart, so I’ll be happy if you all could enjoy it. - Rina


‘Youth’ might be a word that’s mostly used when you’re a teenager, but I think that as long I am in this band, my youth will always been continuing. The fact that I can feel this way is probably largely due to the members. For 4 girls to come gathered together, and to always spend our time on such good terms is amazing, and I unintentionally think about it from an audience point of view at times.

About Member

The eldest, HARUNA always takes in everyone’s opinions calmly, and is a leader that judges only at the very end. To have HARUNA in the way that she is rely on me at certain times makes me extremely happy, and I think it’s nice if I could bring some relief to HARUNA. TOMOMI is a person that brings about relaxation and creates breathing space. In midst of a generally straightforward bunch of people, she also tends to throw out the odd curveball once in a while. MAMI is the band’s melody maker. She’s the most important support in terms of our music, and is the person whom widens our possibilities. The members aren’t family or friends, but they are definitely partners for whatever happens. I will support these members for who they are.

About Indies

There are probably endless memories of Osaka, I reckon. When I was a middle school student, and the other members were high school students, the 4 of us gathered together for a camp at a mansion in Osaka during our Summer holidays. We’ll practice in the studio every single day, everyone doing their own thing, then head to baths once practice is finished. We really didn’t have money, so in order to save, we’ll buy from the supermarket, and sometimes wash our clothes all at a go at the coin laundromat. It’s a Summer where be it doing the laundry, eating and living together, we were together. At that time, it was hard but we also enjoyed it. And during our indies period, we then performed street lives at Osaka-jo Park’s Ten-jo street, in front of an empty crowd that we really can’t possibly smile at (laughs). We made hand-written flyers ourselves, and tried performing and singing while dancing. We cracked our brains, wondering what we can do to make people pause in their footsteps, to be able to stand out. I think I’ll never be able to forget those times for as long as I live.

About Major Debut

I was in my 2nd year of high school when we had our major debut, “DOLL”. I was really happy to see that the dream I’d aimed for had come true. It moved me, going to the CD shop and seeing our CDs lined up there. I was so happy I nearly wanted to cry when I saw a plate that said 'SCANDAL’ hung up on the pillar. And right after our debut, we got to appear on music programmes and had many chances to widen our name, which I felt happy about, despite being busy. I can still recall clearly, the days that followed after our debut.

About Girl’s Band

I think that girl bands are the absolute best, and I’m so in love with being a part of it. 'Girls rock’ stands right next to the genre that is 'Rock’, and I think that the time that it can be naturally recognised for itself alone is coming; When it does, it’ll definitely be fun.

About Live

Lives are places where you’re able to see the band’s spirit and true abilities. I think that bands are the coolest when they’re giving lives, and if one doesn’t perform lives, there will surely be parts about them that you can’t understand. From the choice of the venue, to the components that make the live, to being able to convey themselves through MCs, all those make up the band’s spirit. It is lastly also a place where you can display your powers, when you use words and convey what you wish to say to your audience. From now on, I suppose my stance about making lives central of our activities will never change.

About Listeners

They seem different from the members or family, but they also hold a special spot. A relationship between the listener and a band can’t be placed specifically. Whenever I’m writing songs or answering at interviews, the listeners would pop up in my head often. That’s why, I’m always thinking of everyone. From honestly having zero in the audience during our street lives, to tens of thousands of people today, everyone’s presence brings us confidence and praise. For myself, I think I’m probably the type that won’t continue on with the band if we had no listeners. All of our fans are our power.

About Drums

As I thought of 'Wanting to continue on in the band as this member’, it’s been 10 years by the time I realised. I don’t think just by drumming is all of it, and I did it in my own way to a satisfactory point, coupled with fashion and hair and make-up. In response to that, I bet there are those who come for our lives and got to know me (because of everything). I’m glad that I became a drummer on my own terms. The drums aren’t just an instrument that is cool. Not only is it a instrument that girls can play, but there are also all kinds of drummers, and I’ll be glad to be able to know more.

About 10 Years

When the band was made, we were so hell-bent on making it work every single day, that we never had the time to imagine what it’ll be like 10 years later. After our debut, we’d been touring every year, and I always thought how much I’ll like for this to keep continuing on for a long time. In the band’s 10th year since formation, it felt like we’ve hit our very first point. Not only are we feeling the weight of the number “10”, but it also seems that we’ll be doing this for a long time to come.

About Composition

When I am making songs, it’s often that I start from writing the lyrics. When both the lyrics and melody come up in my head at the same time, I’ll make the demo using my synthesizer and electric drums. I’ll connect my electric drums to the synthesizer, and the synthesizer will add on to what I play on the drums, producing data. Afterwards, I’ll add in chords via the keyboard for the guitar and bass, then send my complete song demo to the members. When the melody doesn’t come, I’ll send my lyrics to MAMI. We’ll talk about it, and I’ll then leave the melody in her hands. Often, when it hits, I’ll make a memo of it to go back to later, and when I think 'Seems like it’ll come to me tonight’, I’ll write a song. When it feels like I can do it, I’ll gradually be able to. How many times that has happened…is a secret (laughs).

About Overseas

Whenever we go overseas to all sorts of countries, I am both shocked and happy, to know that we have this many people asking for us. In the 10 years that the band was formed, I’m able to feel the huge possibilities of every generation and will come to think, we can still do this, there are still things we want to accomplish, and things we can do. That’s because there are people who want to see us live. That’s why, it’s not so much about something special, such as 'Let’s advance into the world!“ No matter which country they’re from, our fans are all our friends. To be able to go to where there are people waiting for us, to do lives, that’s all there is to it.

About Now

Music has became the core to my being after all. Even when I’m having fun, and even when it looks like it’s unrelated to music at first look, it’s always connected. Even when I’m watching variety programme, for example, I’ll think about thing like how great that talk atmosphere was, or I’ll like to create such an atmosphere for our lives. After watching movies, it also evokes me to write music. Everything is related to music. Of course, I also enjoy listening to music in my private time. I often check out new songs on the radio, and recently, I think the Spanish girl band, HiNDS is pretty cool! From now onwards, I’ll simply like us 4 to use good songs to create good lives, and it’ll be nice if we can always keep going on like this. Also, as a band, I’ll like for us to be more exposed, and to take in all kinds of interesting things. We also have our own original shop called 'Feedback!’ in Shibuya, and we’ll also like to continue thinking of new ways where we can bring enjoyment to everyone.

Translations & photos by fyscandalband. To purchase, click HERE. For my "It’s me RINA” tag, click HERE. As I’ll only translate what piques my interest, this is only most of the interview and not a full translation. More to come.

Title: 3 What-If’s I’ll Never Tell You

Prompt: 3 things a will never tell b 

Pairing: One-sided Ryuji/Akira

By: Admin

Ryuji wasn’t the thinking type. Others have said this of him, and he can’t help but agree. He’d always seen things as they were presented on the surface, unless a gut feeling had told him otherwise. 

He did or said what he felt was right, in the moment, even if it came back to bite his ass later – though he rarely thought that far ahead.

He lacked tact even when he tried his best to have it.

He didn’t put consideration into his actions or spend ample time making plans. He didn’t play with theories or attempt to wrap his head around complex anything procedures. Yet, for someone who wasn’t the thinking type, for some reason, he often pondered “what-if’s”.

Perhaps a tad too much. It stupefied even himself.

It was because of thoughts like these he realized there was more to himself than just the brainless banter he showed to his teammates; mostly Morgana, in point. That cat just had a way of nagging his mouth into action. 

There were many what-if’s swimming about Ryuji’s head, in total.

Yet the first three, all held one thing in common…

Ryuji glanced at Akira a moment.

1.     What if I’d never met him?

Kamoshida had been a devil staring him down in a crossroads for a long time. Ever since he’d shown up, Ryuji had made blunder after blunder, mistake after mistake, and in the wake of each he’d drowned deeper and deeper in regret. It was like he was sinking to the bottom of a marsh and Kamoshida was presenting him a pole he could only do two things with:

Submit to me, grab on.

Defy me, pummel further down.

If he had done the former, Kamoshido would no doubt have beat him raw with the prop he’d saved him with to make sure Ryuji knew his place – below Kamoshida, one way or another; whether it was gasping for breath on the floor or suffocating in an abyss further below made no difference.

Those had been his only two options for a long time, and eventually, he’d lost sight of the surface. No longer could he grab for the purchase, even if he wanted to, but Kamoshida still taunted him with it.

There had been so many – too many – instances where he’d wanted to snatch the pole and pummel Kamoshida silly with it, damn the consequences. Let him beg, let him bleed, let him feel the pain of his bones shattering under each blow.

And yet…

“What kind of mother are you, letting your son turn out this way?”

“Where’s your pride as a parent?”

“If it’s too hard raising him by yourself, then get married already – Lord knows a decent father figure would fix all the problems you obviously failed to.” 

“God. It’s like you’re not even trying to raise him properly.”

… the memory of his mother being barraged by the school faculty’s insults froze him in place everytime. The stillness in her shoulders when it happened, and the sound of pure disapointment in herself she made when they got home He could not, would not, do that to her ever again. And so, he continued to trickle deeper and deeper into his own hell; succumbing, and utterly alone. 

At least, that used to be the case. 

“…Pervert?” the teen gave him a straight look with a matching flat tone.

The case before Akira Kurusu appeared. It was as if the all-black muck of the abyss had been set aflame the moment he met him—

–and a path was slowly burning its way from the surface.

It took a while for Ryuji to realize the sudden shift, however. Nearly being killed by black masses in armor, meeting a talking cat, screaming from the pain of accepting his true self and deciding to rebel 

–it had all distracted him from realizing the gradual release of tension in his chest.

Until, once it was all seemingly over, he found himself breathing in clear air and feeling the sweet, sweet burn and, Akira holding his life-line with his secret smirk Ryuji had only just started to get glimpses of.

If he had never met Akira – he…

If another group had become the Phantom Thieves, he would have been okay. There was no doubt he would have continued to live on.

But he couldn’t see himself spending the rest of his life genuinely happy or excitement buzzing him out of bed every day like a rechargeable battery if that had been the case, like he was in the present.

Akira jumped small-ly when Ryuji settled an arm on his nearest shoulder and grinned placidly.  “Something wrong?”

Ryuji leaned to the opposite direction, but kept his arm on Akira’s shoulder. “Morgana ate my cod, but I’m not thaaaaat pissed.”

“That’s new,” Akira said blandly but with that undertone of mirth. “Who are you, and what have you done with—“

“Nope, nope, that’s definitely Ryuji. No one else can pull off that I’m too cool for school, cool with a k, hairstyle,” snickered Futaba maliciously from across the table.

“You little crab, I swear I’m gonna—“

“Don’t burn him too much,” Akira mumbled well enough to be heard. “I’d prefer not to carry my best friend’s ashes in an urn.”

Ann shook her head. “Why would you even keep his ashes…?”

“I’ve heard you can sell ashes for a lot of money on Ebay,” offered Makoto.

“Joker!” Morgana hissed suddenly. “Sell Ryuji’s ashes and get me another fatty tuna roll!”

Ryuji gasped and began calling everyone at the table traitors at the top of his lungs, when the second most prevalent what-if came to mind.

2.     What-if he hadn’t been my first best friend?

People develop a multitude of relationships in life. Some temporary, some distant, some frivolous, some deep. Ryuji had no friends in elementary, because that was when his dad was still around and the bruises were difficult to hide; the mental ones even more-so.

In middle school, it was slightly less barren. He had met Ann, and talked to her somewhat, but there were also other boys who likes manga as much as he did.

Some of them were later even members of the track team in high school – until Kamoshida appeared like a demon summoned from a sacrificial ritual. It was the abuse his teammates and he had suffered from Kamoshida that had brought them closer together. But unlike the day his father left his mother and him, when he screwed up and sucker-punched the coach and in-turn forfeited the future of the team, they ostracized him.

The only thing he had left after rehab for his leg was his sense of justice… and that only isolated him further.

In all the time before that, Ryuji hadn’t had someone he’d ever call his best friend. Before Akira, his mother alone held that title, and Ryuji never did nor never would feel embarrassed for it.

Yet it felt like a completely different experience, his friendship with Akira. Akira was quiet, more mature, and he didn’t have that feminine charm or adult mannerisms his mother did. They had shared interests and their conversation were intriguing – no one else shared his love the villains in manga, sadly. They got along exceedingly well and Ryuji felt as comfortable around Akira as he did in his own skin. It was odd, calming, and completely alien to Ryuji.

And because of this, he couldn’t help the swell of fear in his abdomen at the thought of their relationship never having took form.

Yet at the forefront of his thoughts…  

This last one was technically not a what-if – but it was. It really, really was. Not in its statement, but in its circumstance. If Ryuji had accepted his feelings sooner. If Ryuji had gotten over his ignorance. If Ryuji hadn’t stopped to think for once and had instead followed his gut like always. If Ryuji had pursued that tingling sensation he felt in his very blood whenever Akira touched him…

She might not be the one sitting there.

3. I love you.

Ryuji’s gaze fell to their Leader’s lap when Akira put an arm around Makoto. He nonchalantly let his arm fall back to his side.

Ryuji would never tell Akira any of these three what-if’s, but he would do what he could to treasure them.

“Everyone,” Haru interrupted out of the blue. “What song are they playing? I like it.”

“Ann, you’re the one who speaks English. Time to shine.”

“Um, sorry, but country isn’t really my thang.”

“Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad by Meatloaf,” said Akira quietly.

It was odd, since he couldn’t understand a lick of what came from the diner’s speakers, but for some reason… 

Ryuji couldn’t agree more. 

samrosesamrose  asked:

Hey there Dana. I'm going off to college for art soon, and i really admire your work. I was wondering if you had any tips about art college life as well as critique for the art I have posted to tumblr thus far (I'm fairly new to it). I'm not asking for a mentor or anything, but I really do hope I could get in touch with an amazing artist like you so that I can ask for tips from time to time about commissions and pricing and art and life and stuff. Thanks!

(Hey samrosesamrose, I wrote this answer as a general Tips post, send me an email and I can give you a more personalized response!) 

Disclaimer: All my advice is coming from my personal experiences in college.

Hey there, future or current student! Congratulations on getting into whatever art college you get into! It’s probably very expensive, unfortunately. Here are a few tips that could help you make the most of your money! 

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