you must let go before it starts

Revenge on homophobic dad

So I came to visit my dad on Easter and I’ve never heard so many homophobic words in 6 fucking days. He went full on how gross and disgusting and all that homophobic bullshit and then - of course - he fetishised lesbians, because “they are nice to look at”. I got really pissed when he started to wonder if Church will let him change godfather for my brother, because the one he has Come out as gay couple weeks ago… I was like “what is wrong with you? I honestly want to know?!?!?”

I tried to use reasoning but it failed so now I’m in the middle of making my revenge in couple simple steps:

1. Go on yt and watch so many gay (les too but not two attractive models making out) videos ad you can so recommendation on yt will always show gays.
2. Go to his porn account (I just happened to know his login and password to everything so that’s not a problem) and also watch gay (this time male/male only) videos and like them, comment maybe so it will also jump on in recommendation.
3. Say you are gay. Bonus: Suggest having a gf and say that “those sleepovers you let me go to were total fun”
4. Trick him into watching gay movies(:
“Brokeback mountain” may not be a good to start with, because most people knows it’s gay. Better start with some less known movies) then watch him storm out the room when he reliased what he is watching.
5. Made him read gay ff - must be slowburn. I will tell him that I wrote it and he - as a good father and shit - should support my dreams and read this. Make him fully invested before he reliase it’s gay love story.
6. Find out how many celebrities he likes are gay. Watch movies with those people and when they appear on screen say “Did you know he/she is gay?”
7. Find out how many historical figures and his idols may be gay and destroy his image of them.
8. After this he will probably start to fight: “its not important that he is gay, because he did something and he is my Idol”. Make a face and make him understand what he just said.
9. If 8 happens give him a break because he starts to get it.
10. if 8 does not work just jump straight here and be as gay as possible. Mention things about pride during meals, show how much LGBT community suffered over the time, try to make him understand something (if he doesn’t plan vacation and place him in one room with gay uncle)

(I’m currently at point 2. Revenge Is on)

UPDATE (which i should add a while ago but I’m shit so yeah):
Study buddy (Smut)

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get any girl… 

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU

Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

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Death Note (2017) and the Comparative Lens

I’ll be honest. When I found out that Death Note was getting an Americanized live action adaptation, I wasn’t too thrilled. In fact, I was terrified that something I loved was going to be straight up murdered before my eyes  — and I wasn’t ready to give it a shot. In fact, I was really unwilling to budge on this until recently.

However, about three hours ago, the movie came out on Netflix. Sitting there with my housemates, I decided to give the movie a shot and check it out. for those of you who would like to avoid spoilers, this is the cutoff point for spoilers. There are an awful lot of them beyond this point.

Death Note is not a particularly new thing to many of us. If you’ve spent an hour talking about anime or reading manga, you know that Death Note exists. Finding out about the series or the source material that preceded this movie is not particularly hard; the hard part comes in discarding the source material to give the movie a fair shake.

When you look at something like this, you have to discard your comparative lens at the start of the movie to suspend your disbelief. When you sit down to watch something like, say, Game of Thrones, you are undertaking that viewing with the understanding that it’s not going to be exactly like it was in A Song of Ice and Fire.

The same thing must be done for Death Note (2017). When you sit down to watch this movie, you have to decide if you want to give it a fair shake. If not, that’s fine, but that’s what I set out to do.

Starting from the top, the movie itself isn’t bad. If you hadn’t seen the anime before watching it, it holds up to a 6/10 or a 7/10, but likely doesn’t pass an 8 on most scales. Let me explain by starting with some discussion on the main cast before getting into the actual synopsis and response.

The casting of Lakeith Stanfield as L is great, and he dramatically outperforms the rest of the cast; his take on L is both familiar to those who want similarities to what they know and slightly more emotive and human to appeal to the audience. His grasp of the character is magnificent, and I’m sure he studied for this role. I’d highly recommend watching this movie just to watch his performance if nothing else.

There’s only one problem with this: his performance feels slightly hollow when put next to Nat Wolff and Willem Dafoe. Willem Dafoe is a great man and a talented actor… but this is by no means his best showing. 

Nat Wolff, comparatively fresh to the silver screen (or technically not, since it’s closer to a direct to DVD release), paints a picture of a very fragmented Light. At times too comedic, too frustrated, and too unbelievable, his portrayal of his character comes across as transparent. It surprised me to find that his version of Light didn’t hold up to the “judge and jury” that the film tries to make him.

Light is at times frustrating and all said, a little annoying. My favorite moment of his in the film comes three minutes in, when a bully punches him in the face and knocks him out.

The funny thing about the casting, though, is that it gives Margaret Qualley, playing Mia Sutton (analogous to Misa, from the series) the chance to shine in a dark way.

Since we’ve now discussed the cast, it’s important to note that the casting for this movie is not to blame or to praise in its success or failure. Whether or not this movie is good does not depend entirely on the choices made in its casting.

The movie itself revolves around Light Turner (an Americanization of Light Yagami), the son of a “hippy” and a police chief. Light, after passing off some homework for money to one of his fellow students, finds the eponymous Death Note when it falls from the sky in the middle of a storm. Light, after meeting Ryuk, is forced to come to terms with the power he now holds… and the consequences that accompany that power.

One of his first confidantes is his fellow student, Mia Sutton; Mia is initially skeptical, but after Light kills a criminal on a live stream, she comes around to his side and the two quickly enter into a strange love affair based on his ability to kill these criminals. Light takes the name “Kira” in order to make law enforcement suspect that he’s actually based in Japan, as “Kira” is a true cognate for the English word “killer.”

Hot on Kira’s heels are his father, who doesn’t know his son is involved, and L, a young detective with a murky past. L quickly deduces that Light is based in Seattle based on the mysterious circumstances surrounding the death of a hostage taker, whose name was only released in the Seattle area.

Correctly linking Kira to Light’s father, L begins the investigation in earnest, accidentally pushing the inexperienced boy and his new powers too far. After quick, dazzling victories over the danger known as Kira, L confronts Light in a coffee shop one night, convinced of his foe’s identity.

It’s at this point that things take a sharp turn. Light, in the films, is just a schoolboy in over his head, eager to impress his girlfriend with his “wicked cool” murder powers. He is not the character most loved in the manga or the anime, and this is why the adaptation must be viewed differently. Light’s identity is discovered after the death of several task force members and the public revelation of his father’s name and face on TV. Unbeknownst to Light, Mia murdered those men with a page from the note, attributing it to Ryuk.

When Mr. Turner isn’t killed, L confronts Light in a cafe at night, revealing to him that he’s aware of the high schooler’s alter ego. After Light tries to explain that he didn’t kill the task force members, his pleas fall on deaf ears, and L tersely informs him that he’ll be brought to justice.

After this, things take a steep, steep increase in pace. Light and Mia manage to take control over Watari using the Death Note, with the rule in place (via the notebook) that a person can be controlled for two days before their death. Light, in order to circumvent Watari’s death, intends to burn the page containing Watari’s name before he dies, sparing him.

Unbeknownst to him, Mia takes the page from his notebook… throwing a spanner in the works.

After the death of Watari, Mia reveals that she’s been planning to take the Death Note for herself. Light is then forced to flee by a vengeance driven L, given the ultimatum that if she doesn’t get the notebook by midnight, that he will die (as she’s written his name on her page).

L catches up to Light in the back of an alley as Light tries to meet Mia at the spot of their last date to hand over the notebook. He tries to explain what happened, but L doesn’t listen… and despite having Light at gunpoint, is knocked out from behind by a nearby citizen who overheard Light admit to being Kira. Grateful for what Kira has done, he lets Light go.

Light makes it to Mia atop a ferris wheel at the pier… and tells her not to take the book, as he’s written her name in it, putting them at a stalemate. Only one page of the book can be burned by its holder (Light), and unbeknownst to Mia, Light has made her death conditional. If she takes the book, she will die.

She takes the book and dies.

Light, having written his plan out in advance before fleeing L earlier, is saved when he falls into the water below the pier and is rescued by an old man, whose name he wrote in the book earlier. At the same time, another old man (both criminals) takes the Death Note for two days while Light recovers, filling out pages for him to give him an alibi.

This is explained to Light’s father while Light recovers in the hospital. The movie comes to an end as L realizes the meaning of a clue Light left him during the movie’s main chase scene; finding a stray page of the Death Note, L contemplates writing Light’s name… and Ryuk comments on the interesting nature of mankind.

Back to the review, though. The narrative pacing of the movie is rushed in the front half, for obvious reasons. The pacing that ensues around the climax of the movie, though, is great. The reveal that Mia is actually the antagonist of the movie makes sense and was well thought out. It’s not blatant, but it is foreseeable if you pay attention to her character throughout.

The cinematography is… amateur. It’s not very refined, and most shots make up for in color what they lack in substance. The camera work, for the most part, resembles a college student’s final short film.

Characters often abandon the rules established for them by their characterization in the first half of the movie in ways I’m unsure of. L turns into an action star in the last thirty minutes, and Light is… well, he’s annoying all the way through, but he never really gets a solid definition. The only way to sum up his character in the film is “inept,” but it does bring you to mentally treat him like a villain, which is good.

Its ending is vastly different from its source material (as L is alive), but ultimately more satisfying. The problems that plague the movie throughout, though, never really go away.

Despite this, most cast members put on a strong performance at least once in the film, and the movie follows a nice, neat arc. Reveals are carefully done and at multiple points, I was on the edge of my seat. Gorey action scenes (usually gratuitous deaths) aren’t cheap; they reinforce the notion that what Light is doing is wrong, even if he’s doing it for the right reasons. At no point do I sympathize with the character, which is a little frustrating, but also familiar.

The soundtrack… I don’t like it. It’s too “eighties” for me. It tries too hard to sound like Miami Vice, for unknown reasons. The music is too heavy handed, and often too easily applied to each scene. At no point am I left to wonder the nonexistent subtleties of its soundtrack.

This movie is a solid thriller, with a satisfying ending, a decent cast and a good narrative arc. Despite this, Death Note (2017) does not follow well with its source material, which it uses primarily as a guideline. If you’re expecting to see familiar faces from the manga (or even the anime), you will be disappointed.

Lakeith Stanfield kills it, though. 

Blue Blooded (M)

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

: You’ve been happily married to Crown Prince Seokjin for months now. Or so it would appear to the public. What only you and the palace staff know your shameful secret: you never consummated your marriage.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 8.6k+

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: Requested by @forever-young-got7! Because Jin really is royalty, isn’t he?

Ever since that night you’ve keep asking yourself. What did you do wrong? Was it the way you looked? Something you said, something you didn’t say? Did he just… hate you?

If anyone had asked you prior to your marriage to Prince Seokjin, you would have never even entertained the notion of him hating anyone. The man just seemed too perfect, not only in looks, but in disposition as well, never one to lack poise, always composed. The few times you and your family had visited him prior to the wedding, he had been nothing but a gentleman.

And certainly it didn’t seem like he disliked you, in fact it seemed to be the opposite, even if there seemed to be some distance between the two of you but you attributed this to the fact that you had not known each other for very long, and had expected things to gradually change once you two had actually wed.

The warm expression on his face as you walked down the aisle gave you a hopeful outlook on what the rest of your marriage would be like. However, it all came crashing down later that night.

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✧ — Phantom of the Opera Prompts.

❛ My power over you grows stronger yet. ❜
❛ Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind. ❜
❛ Your part is silent, little toad! ❜
❛ Perhaps it is you who are the toad… ❜
❛ Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! ❜
❛ Seal my fate tonight. ❜
❛ I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke’s wearing thin. ❜
❛ Let the audience in. ❜
❛ God, give me courage to show you you are not alone! ❜
❛ Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? ❜
❛ I heard as I’d never heard before. ❜
❛ What you heard was a dream and nothing more. ❜
❛ Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore… ❜
❛ That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. ❜  
❛ And do I dream again? ❜
❛ You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. ❜
❛ I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. ❜
❛ In your mind you’ve already sucummed to me. ❜  
❛ Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. ❜
❛ Past the point of no return. ❜
❛ What raging fire shall flood the soul? ❜
❛ What rich desires unlock its door? ❜  
❛ What sweet seductions lie before us? ❜
❛ Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. ❜
❛ Did you think that I had left you for good? ❜
❛ Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! ❜
❛ You’ve past the point of no return. ❜
❛ You try my patience make your choice. ❜
❛ I gave you my mind blindly. ❜
❛ Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. ❜
❛ Have you forgotten your Angel? ❜
❛ Wildly my mind beats against you… ❜
❛ Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigne. ❜
❛ Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. ❜
❛ Can I ever forget that sight? ❜
❛ Can I ever escape from that face? ❜
❛ Past the point of no return - no going back now. ❜
❛ When will the flames, at last, consume us? ❜
❛ When will the blood begin to race? ❜
❛ I remember… there was mist. ❜
❛ Who was that shape in the shadows? ❜
❛ Whose is that face in the mask? ❜
❛ Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! ❜
❛ Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! ❜
❛ Now you cannot ever be free! ❜
❛ Come. We must return. ❜
❛ Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you. ❜
❛ No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! ❜
❛ Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. ❜
❛ Lead me, save me from my solitude. ❜
❛ Say you’ll want me with you here beside you. ❜
❛ Anywhere you go, let me go too. ❜
❛ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? ❜
❛ Have you no pity? ❜
❛ Your lover makes a passionate plea. ❜
❛ Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! ❜
❛ Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! ❜
❛ Only then can you belong to me… ❜  
❛ You alone can make my song take flight. ❜
❛ It’s over now, the music of the night. ❜
❛ Twisted every way, what answer can I give? ❜
❛ Say you love him/her, and my life is over! ❜
❛ Now, let it be war upon you both! ❜
❛ See you later, because I’m going now. ❜
❛ This haunted face holds no horror for me now. ❜
❛ It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies. ❜
❛ For the past three years, these things do happen! ❜
❛ And did you stop them from happening? No! ❜
❛ Why have you brought me here? ❜
❛ We can’t go back there. ❜
❛ I can’t escape from him/her/them… ❜
❛ Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! ❜
❛ Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! ❜
❛ Go now, don’t let them find you. ❜
❛ I fought so hard to free you! ❜  
❛ Say you love me. ❜
❛ Your chains are still mine! You belong to me! ❜
❛ Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. ❜
❛ I had rather hoped that you would come. ❜
❛ Free him/her! Do what you like only free him/her! ❜
❛ Does that mean nothing I love him/her! Show some compassion! ❜
❛ The world showed no compassion to me! ❜
❛ Did you think that I would harm him/her? ❜
❛ Too late for prayers and useless pity! ❜
❛ You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? ❜
❛ Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend. ❜
❛ Look around, there’s another mask behind you! ❜
❛ Please promise me that sometimes, you will think… of me! ❜
❛ Where in the world have you been hiding? ❜
❛ I only wish I knew your secret. ❜
❛ Who is your great tutor? ❜
❛ Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh? ❜
❛ The final threshold! ❜
❛ They say that this youth has set my lady’s heart aflame! ❜
❛ Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey! ❜
❛ There is no phantom of the opera. ❜
❛ Look, your future bride! Just think of it! ❜
❛ Please don’t, they’ll see. ❜
❛ But why is it secret? What have we to hide? ❜
❛ It’s an engagement, not a crime! ❜

anonymous asked:

I love your writings so freaking much! Could you do a BTS reaction to them cumming early while you two are having sex? Thanks!💖💖


He knows it’s dangerous, risky and stupid. Giving in to his impulses while he has always kept control of it is something that makes Namjoon feel pretty ashamed of but when he sees how impatiently you undo the buttons of his pants, he thinks he’ll work on that another day. At this moment, nothing else matters except for your jerky breath against his mouth and your impatient little moans when your hands lower his pants.

…Crazy what a kiss can start.

Namjoon and the boys have a show tonight, and of course he asked you if you wanted to see it from the side of the stage so you could go out for dinner when it’s over. When he put his lips on yours (a totally random moment, a simple cute kiss while everyone was relaxing backstage), something weird happened between your two bodies. Namjoon looked at you and it was as if a shadow had passed in your eyes to darken them and hypnotize him. He felt that liquid heat flutter in his lower abdomen and immediately realized he was screwed. Only this time, instead of moving away from you to stop it, his hand clenched on your thigh. And Namjoon knows what effect it has on you. You lowered your eyes on his hand before taking it to drag him out of the room. Namjoon saw how Tae looked at him with a smirk on the lips.

And here he is, standing up between your legs, lifting you up so you can sit on a huge box in the back of a shed. He doesn’t waste time removing your clothes and simply removes your panties, thanking you mentally for choosing a skirt for tonight. He presses your thighs and thrusts in you as slowly as he can while his whole body needs to be rough. He didn’t suspect that you shared this need for roughness. You press him suddenly against you, your hands grabbing his ass to find the perfect angle. Namjoon can’t help but grunt and presses your hip harder to prevent you from doing it again. You moan against his mouth, your hands moving up against his neck, impatient, docile and needy. Namjoon starts to thrust with a faster pace, feeling a huge thrill running along his spine. You’re clenching too much around him & Namjoon wants to protest but fuck it : it’s too good. It’s too warm, too wet, too deliciously tight for him to tell you anything. Especially when you offer him such beautiful moans against his mouth, looking at him as if he were the only reason of your heartbeats, the only one who can give you what you want. Namjoon curses while feeling his member twitch inside you with each rough thrust and has to sink his teeth in the warm skin of your neck to silence his moans. Big mistake. Does he not know how sensitive you are? Does he not know how it makes you even more feverish, even more receptive to what he’s doing to you? You grow a feline moan against his ear, your breath nearly cut when he thrusts even harder under the effect of that moan. Without even being able to stop himself, like an animal impulse that he can’t refrain from, he fucks faster and faster, growling louder when this quick friction makes him dizzy. Your moans are too beautiful, the pressure of your walls is too strong, your heat and your scent too. Namjoon clenches his jaw. It’s too intense. He holds back an loud moan when he violently cums inside you, feeling his strength leaving him for a few seconds. You wrap your arms around his neck to prevent him from losing his balance and Namjoon is simply grateful as he feels his body shaking and his legs getting weak, unable to find his breath back, unable to understand what just happened.

He feels your hand passing on his neck and finally realizes the situation. He sighs, raising his head to rest his forehead against yours. You look at him with big surprised eyes, beautifully naive and pure eyes that reach him right in the heart and Namjoon has to hold another sigh as he cups your face in his hands to tell you softly :

“I’m so sorry… I… I don’t know why it felt so intense… I just…”

You silence him with a finger on his mouth and when he reads “it’s okay” on your lips, Namjoon feels all the heaviness that weighed on his heart fly away. He suddenly feels like a burst of happiness invading his whole being and feels the need to tell you how much he loves you, how he doesn’t even deserves you, how beautiful, how caring, how s…

“Hyung ! Hyung …!”

Taehyung’s voice is a brutal reminder of reality. Namjoon sighs and looks at the door as if he could see Tae to ask him for a few more minutes, just enough time for him to make you cum so hard you’ll be at the edge of fainting. But he jumps when he feels you putting back his pants in place, whispering him to hurry. Namjoon looks at you without moving, aware that he should do something, but unable to look away from you.

“But you didn’t even…” begins Namjoon, aware that it’s more a complaint than a question, but his words vanish against your lips. You kiss him so tenderly Namjoon doesn’t even close his eyes, too much took aback by your constant love even in the worst situations.

“It’s okay baby, you’ll just have to make me cum twice tonight… Hurry, hurry !”, you say playfully while putting back on your panties and jumping from the box. Namjoon lets you take his hand and draw him to you, your hands busy reeling him while he looks at you tenderly, aware that he totally looks like the cheesiest man in the world.


“Okay guys, we’re going now… You sure you don’t wanna come with us ?”, Jimin asks one last time, taking the keys in his hands, the other boys already getting out of the dorm.

Taehyung shakes his head without even answering, his attention fully fixed on the tv screen. He feels that you curl up a little more against his shoulder in your drowsiness and feels your warm breath against his collarbone. Jimin shrugs but Tae doesn’t see him, he just hears the door closing.

A few minutes pass in the quietness of the empty dorm, the only sound coming from the TV which continues to pass a tasteless drama. Taehyung lowers his head to watch you sleep, smiling slightly when he sees that your cheeks are slightly pinker than usual.

Imagine his surprise when you open your eyes to raise them to his, a glance so hot and so lustful that Tae suddenly has trouble swallowing his own saliva. His eyes rest a moment on your parted lips that suddenly seems too delicious, too warm and soft. He feels the familiar liquid heat in his lower abdomen, a heat that spreads quickly as he stares at your face, feeling the tension building in the room. You look at each other for a long time without being aware of the time passing by, your breaths almost mixing.

None of you are the first to jump at each other. You do it at the same time, Tae pulling you on his lap to respond to the fiery kiss you give him. It’s as if you’re nothing but fire, a fire that attracts Tae like a magnet, his hands wanting to go everywhere, his mouth no longer standing to be far from yours even when you have to break the kiss to get some air. Taehyung has no idea what’s going on, he just knows that he wants you more than ever & he wants you now, in the middle of the living room while the boys have only left a few minutes ago. His hands goes on your butt to brutally lower your shorts, showing you that you must get up immediately before he starts to tear off this fucking useless fabric. Tae lets you get up but can’t help but drop your shorts and thong in one go, his hands already missing your skin. He brings you back on him with and eagerly slides two fingers against your slit. Finally, you moan. Finally, the sound he loves the most in the world reaches his ears. Tae shudders when he feels how wet you are and grunts against your mouth, his member twitching under the amount of blood rushing down there. You almost snatch his top but Tae couldn’t care less. He lowers his sweatpants, his boxer, and begins to palm himself. He looks at you slightly from below, biting his lip as you lift yourself a little more so you can go down on his cock. You look so impatient & the fact that he’s touching himself seems to get on your nerves, seeing how quickly you grab his hand to replace it with yours. Tae swings his head back to have a better sight of your pussy going down on his dick, never tired of this breathtaking view. When he feels his member sliding so easily inside you, Tae doesn’t hold a long sigh. He sees you smiling, but above all he sees you clenching your hands on both sides of his head on the back of the sofa, sign that you’re gonna be in full control. Taehyung hisses between his teeth under the pleasure that already invades him and presses your thighs between his long fingers. Your hip rolls are slow but takes him so deeply that Tae can’t stop sighing every time. And when you increase your pace, it’s no longer sighs but moans. Taehyung knows that you love when he’s loud and is not surprised to feel you clenching around him, only this time, the pleasure is too strong. Tae clenches his fingers into your skin, his eyes wide open under this overwhelming pleasure. His mouth opened to let his moans escape, he looks at you as you ride him like a goddess, your hips taking him so intensely and so deeply, faster and faster.

Taehyung knows it’s too early but he can’t control himself. When his moans gets jerkier and then faint in his throat as the orgasm explodes in his lower abdomen, he lets himself completely be submerged by the intense pleasure. He raises his hips to ride his orgasm until the end, breath short, mouth still slightly open.


You look at him with big surprised eyes, your beautiful mouth open to let out your jerky breath, your hair falling on your face, your neck soaked with sweat. And you have never been so beautiful. Taehyung looks at you as if you were really a goddess, his heart drumming against his chest, his legs shaking as a result of this incredible orgasm. He can’t answer you, he almost feels like he’s not really there, right under you, losing his breath and his mind when you look at him like that.

“Tae…”, you repeat, but this time it’s with a disappointed voice.

You jump when Tae puts his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him. He kisses you softly, tenderly, holding back a sigh that stifles his throat. Taehyung is very sensitive, today… But sensitive or not, his goddess must be satisfied. He puts his hands on your thighs and gets up, carrying you with him and making you jump slightly to hold you better. He kisses your nose, paying little attention to your even more surprised look, and heads for the bathroom. He intends to clean you gently before eating you out with fervor.


Seokjin doesn’t knocks on your door : he hammers his fists on it.

It’s been two weeks since he left to promote the album and it’s a euphemism to say that your separation was tough for both of you. Jin kept thinking of your body and the things that only you could do to him, and neither the nudes nor the naughty facetime sessions filled him up. On the contrary, it only reinforced his frustration and his desire to feel your warmth again.

When you open the door, Jin drops his bag on the floor, makes two quick steps towards you, takes your face between his big hands and presses you against the wall to kiss you with passion. You barely push the door to close it, as if it didn’t matters if anybody could walk in, and wrap your arms around Jin to stick a little more against him. When your tongue finds his, Jin lets out a relieved moan and intensifies the kiss, already passing his hands under your nightie. He breaks the kiss just for a second to be able to remove it with haste (You don’t wear anything else, thank god), running his hands under your ass to lift you in his arms. As he slams you against the wall to devour the warm skin of your neck, he feels your impatient hands trying to pull off his jacket and starts to smile. You drop the sides of his jacket, sighing against Jin’s luscious lips as he slides the sleeves one by one before you drop it to the ground. Jin walks away from the wall and crosses the corridor, his lips still glued to yours and his tongue constantly seeking yours, your naked and burning body making him even more impatient to lie on the bed. He lets you rip off his t-shirt and throw it across the room, sighing as your hands pass through his hair. Jin opens the door of your bedroom and lies you on the bed, his body still stuck to yours. You both gasp for air, almost whining as the sexual tension becomes too painful. With impatient and shaky hands, you undo the buckle of his belt, sighing with desire against Jin’s mouth. He lets you do it alone, his wet lips landing on your jaw and your neck, restraining himself from not grinding against you even if his body is urging him to do it. With a quick and impatient gesture, you lower his pants and his boxer and take his cock in your soft and warm hand. An exquisite discharge runs through Seokjin’s body and making him grunts in your neck, savoring the gentle friction of your fingers that know exactly how to touch him. But Jin is not patient enough tonight and he gently pushes away your hand to approach his member to your entrance. He slides the tip along your slit to coat it with your juices and pushes into you, trying his best to be gentle and to put enough softness in it so you’re not hurt. It seems that his worry is unfounded when he hears the moan you soflty let out, but especially when he sees how up you raise your legs, as if to invite him to go deeper. Jin doesn’t want to be vanilla, he’s not even able to stay gentle. His thrusts are fast, deep, stroking your g spot directly. You squirm under him, rolling your hips to increase his pleasure. You’re tight and dripping, and Jin is almost drooling against your neck. But worst of all, you clench so hard around him. And as if it was not enough torture, you’re moaning his name. Louder and louder. Jin both wants to silence you and to make you scream his name until you break your voice. But if he doesn’t do anything, he will come too quick.

“Babe… S-stop, I’m gonna…”, Jin begins to whisper against your neck, but you don’t stop rolling your hips against his, as if you don’t even hear him.

Jin moans when you press him even more against your burning core with your legs pushing his sides. Your hands pressing against his lower back and his ass, you pull him to you, almost taking control and making Jin even more sensitive to what you do to him.

Too tight. Too wet. Too feverish.

Jin cums into you, a strong curse escaping from his lips as he rides his orgasm until the end, aware of your shocked face but not wanting to ruin the intensity of it. Jin realizes that this is the first time he comes that quick and raises his head to look at you with big eyes, not believing it happened. You look at him with the same surprised eyes but when you breathe “I’m sorry », Jin wonders if he really heard you right.

“I didn’t stop… I… It was too good… Ah… I’m sorry…”, you say in a breath as you stroke his cheek, your other hand shaking on his arm. You look sincerely sorry and almost ashamed of yourself but it doesn’t last long. Jin guesses that he must really look lost because you burst out laughing. He looks at you with big eyes but can’t hold a soft chuckle, finding this situation too funny not to laugh with you. Jin rests his body against yours, enjoying with a shiver the gentle embrace of your arms, listening to you stupid giggles. He smiles, his head resting on your shoulder and his breath on your neck, and then pretends to get upset to make you laugh even more, smiling lovingly and kissing the warm skin of your neck as your fingers passes through his brown hair.


“You’re crazy…”, Hoseok breathes as your feet stops on the cool sand, a few meters from the calm and quiet ocean. A light breeze blows and makes your hair wave towards the sparkly water under the moon. Hoseok looks at you, unable to believe that you dragged him here in the middle of the night. You turn your head towards him and smile at him.

Just twenty minutes ago, you were admiring the superb view from your hotel room and when Hoseok said out loud how pretty the moon was over the sea, you began to smile with excitement, startling as if an idea had sprouted in your head. You asked him if he wanted to go to the beach, which made Hoseok laugh. You could not be serious, it was a stupid idea. It’s the middle of the night, you’re not supposed to be seen together here and why wanting to leave the delicious warmth of your room ? No, of course you’re not serious.

Hoseok immediately tried to stop you when you took his wrist to drag him to the door. He also tried to close the door when you opened it, and didn’t stop whining all along the way, even if you remained deaf to his complaints. But you were determined and didn’t stop giggling until you were on the beach.

“I want to swim… Come with me, baby…”, you say to him by pressing his hand between yours, doing your best to look at him with the most adorable eyes of which you’re capable of.

“The water is black, are you kidding me? », Hobi hisses, looking at you with wide, outraged eyes, trying to clear his hand as you squeeze it a little more between your breasts.

Seeing that he won’t change his mind, you let go of his hand and Hoseok has to watch you take off your top with a sigh. He tries to take your t-shirt to force you to put it back but you throw it in the air, bursting with laughter when it flies a few meters away. Hoseok looks up, frowning, about to go take it back when you drop your sweatpants on the sand. Hoseok gasps, trying to dissuade you from doing it even though it’s useless. You’re in your panties in front of him, giggling like an idiot when a breeze makes you shudder. Hoseok looks around but you’re all alone. You take advantage of his inattention to grab the bottom of his shirt and pass it over his head, making him scream when you stuck his head in the collar. You laugh so much that Hoseok can’t help but laugh too, still trying to fight back but starting to find it funny. You two fight a bit but when you start pulling off his sweatpants, Hoseok almost fall as you have a hard time pulling on the legs. Once you’re both in underwear, you drag him towards the water. He’s afraid of its darkness and doesn’t like the idea of getting in the black and opaque water at all, but your hand and your fingers crossing his are enough to calm him down.

You gently smile at him and pull him towards the water. When Hoseok’s feet touch the water, a shiver runs down his back and arms. He lets himself be pulled forward, watching you carelessly enter the water. Once the water is up to his waist, Hoseok stops and starts to panic a little. He can see shit and is pretty sure something strange is grazing him under the surface of the water. You also stop and look at him with curious eyes, but you start to smile when you see him so worried. Your beauty under the moonlight is breathtaking and makes Hoseok’s fears fade away. He smiles too, joking nervously but closing his mouth when you put your hands behind your back to remove your bra that you throw to the sand. Hoseok looks at you and swallows hard as you bend down to remove your panties that you throw away too. You slip into the water and begin to swim on your back, closing your eyes under the softness of the water that caresses your bare skin. Despite the water that refreshes his skin, a wave of heat invades his body and Hobi can’t take his eyes off of you, even if he wanted to. Instinctively, without even paying attention to it, he takes off his own underwear and moves forward to join you, like a sailor hypnotized by his beautiful mermaid.

As he gets closer, you suddenly straighten up and climb over him, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms around his shoulders. The sudden promiscuity of your two bodies and the sudden warmth of your pussy against his lower abdomen makes Hoseok’s jaw clench as he holds you firmly despite your lightness due to the lack of gravity. He smiles playfully, answering to the kiss you offer him, feeling your lustful mood the moment your tongue comes to get his. You feel his erection growing and bite your lip, not waisting anytime before you pass your hand along his chest to grab his member and guide it to your entrance.

Fucking in a bathtub ? Done. Swimming pool ? Jacuzzi ? Done. However, fucking in the ocean is a completely different sensation. It’s cooler, wilder, more intense. The wet, fresh and delicious feeling when you take him so deeply is incomparable. Hoseok must close his eyes to focus and not let himself be overwhelmed by the intensity of his pleasure that’s increasing too fast, too strong. Clinging to his neck, you roll your hips against him, stirring the water around you, making your soaked boobs jump with each rolls, moaning while swinging your head back. You’re beautiful, you’re even more beautiful than the most prettiest star in the night sky, but you’re too fucking tight and warm. Hoseok presses your hips and wants to tell you to go slower but his breath cuts off when you increase your pace. This time, he bites his lip and doesn’t want to tell you to slow down anymore. It’s fresh and warm at the same time, it’s wet and slippery, it gets him dizzy and he’s a moaning mess. It’s even worse when you clench around him.

It’s coming. It’s almost there. Oh fuck, it’s… Oh.

Hoseok cums strongly, his sperm hitting your walls and spreading in the black and warm water. You hold on to his neck and, panting, look at him with big surprised eyes. Hobi also looks at you with big eyes as he just can’t believe what just happened.

You both burst out laughing despite your lack of air, and Hoseok knows he doesn’t have to feel bad, on the contrary. You kiss his forehead and his temple, reminding him with a mischievous smile that he really can’t handle it when you have a total control on him.


Yoongi takes your hand and puts his mask on his mouth. It’s nearly three o'clock in the morning but you can never be too cautious, especially in the center of Seoul. You quickly walk to the black car parked next to the cinema. When Yoongi is about to open the passenger’s door for you, you pull him against you and nod your head, a mischievous smile on your face.

“I want you, now…”, you whisper in his ear, your breasts pressing on his arm.

Yoongi stays a few seconds looking at you without a shadow of an emotion in his eyes, and then slides his hand on the backseat’s door. His coldness seems to turn you on even more and that’s exactly what he tries to provoke in you. In addition, he’s not against fucking you in a public parking, especially when he thinks of the black skirt that you wear under your coat.

Once he joins you on the backseats, you straddle him and attack his neck with your wet and hungry lips. Yoongi is inclined to let you dominate without even knowing why. Maybe fatigue, maybe the fact that he feels so good and relaxed after watching a movie in your company, or maybe he just wants to see you lose yourself in your own pleasure above him before he takes back control to finish you off.

But as soon as you slip on him to take him deeply, flipping your hair to the side, your burning eyes seizing his soul and your tongue out to provoke him a little more, Yoongi feels that something different is in the process of happen. He presses his hands on your thighs and on the back on your hips, a hissing passing between his clenched jaw. You take him so deeply, and you’re so tight. Since when are you so tight ? The way your breasts move a few inches from his face, and even the indecent noise of your soaked and tight, so tight walls… What the hell’s going on?  It’s like you’ve been fucking for 20 intense minutes when it’s not even five minutes. Yoongi grunts, forcing himself to close his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch you be so beautiful, so wild, so determined to make him cum hard.

Ah… So thick…”, you moan for yourself, your mouth opening to let go of another moan and your eyebrows frowning under the pleasure. Yoongi can’t keep his eyes closed. You’re too beautiful. Yoongi opens his mouth to let out a groan of adoration, his arms closing around your waist to hug you tighter. You open your eyes to look at him, your hands running against his cheeks to kiss him tenderly.Yoongi knows it : he’s totally submissive, totally slave to your hips. He abandons all forms of domination, all kinds of useless pride : you fuck him hard, you fuck him perfectly, and Yoongi will come as fast as a teenager.

“Oh, fuck…” he growls as you speed up the pace. He sees your smirking, he can feel how you press his hair between your fingers so that he looks at you straight in the eyes, and oh my god he perfectly feels how you purposely clenche around him as soon as he’s the deepest inside you.

Yoongi puts his forehead against your neck, feeling the intensity of the orgasm that’s coming at a crazy speed. And he’s not mistaken on this point. He cums while moaning louder than usual, trembling violently against you. His arms tighten even more around your waist, as he tries to catch his breath, his mouth brushing the top of your cleavage.

“Yoongi?”, he hears you ask in a breath.

He can’t answer you, he just nods. He wants to disappear into your arms, never having to face your surprised look and maybe even disappointed look. He sighs with relief as you wrap your arms around his head, as if you knew he wanted to disappear for a moment.

“Did you just…? », you ask in a faint voice, your hand passing through his hair. Yoongi squeezes a little closer to you (almost too tightly but he knows you like it), and nods a little harder this time. He barely finds his breath and grins slightly when you clench around him without doing it on purpose. He knows you’re frustrated that you didn’t came.

“You… you know how much I… when you… fuck… », he tries to say, but he can’t seem to find his words. He wants to tell you that he loves when you’re playing the dominant one, when you ride him so fucking good, when all your beauty is revealed at each hip roll. But he can’t tell you that.

So he lifts his head and looks into your eyes.

He knows that you have seen what he wants you to see, he knows it by feeling your fingers stroking his hair and the tender smile on your lips. He sulks slightly, knowing very well that you don’t blame him but still feeling ashamed. You chase that bad thought by kissing him gently, your fingers caressing his cheeks and his neck, and let’s him hide his head against your neck for a few more minutes, rocking him gently while he catches his breathe back.


You provoked him all night with that -way too short- skirt for his own sanity. Jimin is convinced that you don’t even know how well your curves stand out in this skirt. In any case, it turned him on from the first glass of whine to reach its peak at this very moment, when you finally close the door of your bedroom.

Jimin pulls you against him by passing his hands on your ass to grip it firmly. Once your lips are almost against his, he gives you a naughty look and asks you to remove your clothes before lying on the bed.

“Ass up.”

He can see how difficult it is for you to swallow when he tells you that in an almost indecent tone, his lower lip grazing yours. And he smiles when you step aside to lead obediently to the bed, your hands already passing under your top to remove it. You undo your bra and slide your skirt down your thighs. Jimin slowly gets closer, his eyes on your body, his body on fire. He puts his shirt over his head and puts a hand on his belt, his mouth opening slightly when you put a knee on the bed. Slowly, you slide your thong along your butt, thighs, calves, ankles to finally swing it across the room. Jimin undoes his belt and when his legs touch the bed, his pants are already on the ground.

“Let me see it, baby…”, you say in a low voice, your ass moving slightly as you rest on your elbows, a burning look in your eyes.

Jimin smirks and runs a hand inside his boxer, gently palming his throbbing member. You sigh with frustration, wanting to see this fabric disappear to see him naked, this prince with his perfect body, a body that prevents you from sleeping at night without your pants suffering the consequences. Jimin sighs softly as he squeezes his fingers a little harder on his cock, the vision of your ass raised in the air making his own game difficult to play. He finally lowers his boxer to drop it on the ground before climbing on the bed.

He raises your hips without being gentle at all, tearing you a sigh. Jimin puts his hands on your sides then your back to finally finish on your ass. His fingers and nails sink into your burning flesh, making you arch in impatience. But Jimin doesn’t want to make you languish tonight, he’s too hungry for that. He guides his member to your entrance, putting the flat of his hand on the hollow of your back to make you arch even more, wanting you to be ready to feel him stretching your walls to the max. And Jimin doesn’t make empty promises. The first thrust is rough, making you clench your fingers in the sheets. He firmly grasps your waist and rolls his hips slowly at first, then faster and faster, making you moan shamelessly. You’re loud but Jimin doesn’t care, it’s quite the opposite. The idea of everyone else hearing how good he is to you is quite hot. He wants to tear you all the groans you have to offer even if he has to break your voice for that. Jimin is fast, precise, and he himself can’t control his little high-pitched moans that make you see stars when they reach your ears. The angle is perfect, your pussy is soaked, hot, but tight. Jimin has a hard time not to feel your walls tightening when he slides on your g-spot, and even if he’s tough, he feels that this time, it will not be so simple. And the deeper he gets, the more it feels that it will be almost impossible to hold on longer.

He runs his hand down your back, reinforcing his thrusts, gripping your neck to hold you closer to him. Your skins slam one against the other but your moans almost cover the noise. You moan his name when his fingers slide on your hair, and Jimin can see how beautiful you are when the pleasure invades you.


He can’t hold back a growl when he feels his heart speeding up dangerously and his cock twitching inside you. In a last moment of lucidity (and self control), he suddenly gets out and grabs his cock in his hand, soaked and painfully about to pour his semen. And Jimin can’t help but feel how good it is, and he needs to cum now. It’s too intense. He palms himself quickly and must bite his lip until it blood when you press your boobs against the mattress, giving him the incredible view of your red butt cheeks, your soaked, docile pussy and your arched back and the delicious plump of your breasts pressed on the sheets, your mouth open to let your panting breath escape.

Jimin makes a mess.

He cums everywhere : on your ass, his sperm flowing in between to finally slide on your pussy. On your thighs rubbing against each other. On your arched back, beaded with sweat. On the white and crumpled sheets. On his warm and soft hands.

“Oh, baby…”, you sigh when he collapses on you, not even paying attention to your spotted back and his own seed spreading over his belly. He just wants to catch his breath, he just wants his heart to calm down and the intensity of his orgasm to fade away. He knows he came too fast and he leaves you frustrated and needy, but it was a good mess. It was way too good. He’s still overcome by remorse and whispers gently :

“I’m sorry…

- No… That was so fucking hot…”

Jimin can’t hold the chuckle he lets out in a breath before planting his teeth in your shoulder, already eager to give you what you deserve, you, the most perfect woman for the perfectly imperfect man that he is.


For the first time in a long time, the dorm is empty. All night long.

Jungkook thought about it for four whole days where he imagined fucking you in all the dorm’s rooms, where he imagined to make you scream the loudest without anyone having any complaints. He was going to take all your strength and fuck you until dawn. Jungkook was nothing more than a ball of nerve as the hours drew closer. He was not even going to give you time to cross the hallway. He wanted to take you against the front door. This boy is not very patient when he’s obsessed with something. And in this case, this something is you.

And he did it. That and fuck you in every room.

He’s now busy making you scream his name.

“Oh God, Jeongguk… J-Jeongguk… Fuck me just like that-ah fuck » you moan, your arms over your head, your hands gripping the bars of the bed and your head tilting back. Your body is shining with sweat and with your own excitement and your mouth keeps moaning his name and telling him how good he is, begging him not to stop.

Jungkook lifts your hips as he kneels, his powerful arms carrying you effortlessly, his hips rolling against yours and his thrusts more and more wild. He holds you tight, giving you all he has to give you, never satiated.

You stoop even more, allowing him to slide his hand on your stomach and then grab one of your breasts by grasping it firmly. His thumb rolls on your nipple, raising an octave your moans that you let out with each powerful thrust. You are just beautiful, maybe even a little too attractive. Your body, the way you move and moan his name, everything is a call for sex. Jungkook also lets out small groans that he can’t control, his eyes closing from time to time because the sight of your body arched so much for him dangerously increases his pleasure. But even when he closes his eyes, he hears how your moans are gradually transformed into screams.


The brutal way you clench around him when Jungkook takes you from a new angle makes him forget that he has to slow down. He will cum, and he will cum hard. Fuck the punishment, fuck the consequences.

Everything is your fault. Your warmth. Your tightness. Your hot screams.

Everything is your fault.

Jungkook increases the pace of his thrusts to such an extent that you gasp, your moans dying in your throat. And he feels how quick its coming. Jungkook clenches his fingers onto your hip and your boob, leaning slightly on you to be able to fuck you even more mercilessly. His moans turn into long groans and then end up in a series of grunts when he cums in you violently. His body starts to shake, his legs no longer support him and he collapses on you, his head in the hollow of your neck, his burning cock against your belly.

“W-what?” You say in a whisper, looking stunned. Jungkook would like to answer you, would like to tell you that he’s sorry but you were too good and he couldn’t help himself. But he has no air, no energy left. His head is empty, his heart beats fast and his whole body is invaded by perfect warmth, pure ecstasy. He even smiles, not caring about the consequences. You’re the only one who can do that to him, and even though he feels your anger is rising, he doesn’t care. He feels too damn good.

When you turn him on his back, he has so little energy that he doesn’t even understand what you intend to do to him. And it’s a shame, because he’s gonna regret it. He lets you tie his wrists to the bars of the bed (why didn’t he throw this tie when he was done with you, earlier?), He lets you ride him. A moan of protest escapes from his mouth but when you tell him to shut up, Jungkook shuts his mouth. He thinks to himself that perhaps his fatigue will prevent him from getting hard, he tells himself that maybe you won’t be able to punish him.

How can you always manage to get him hard as fuck, even after he came just two minutes ago? A few hip rolls on him are enough to get him ready, and he can only moan plaintively. He squirms slightly under you but it’s too late. You slide on his member and don’t even give him time to adapt to the exquisite pain of overstimulation.

He gives you a last beseeching look before clenching his jaw under the increasing speed of your hip rolls. Deep, hot, painful. Too fucking good.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right?”

❝ The problem is that I love you ❞

Plot: After a fight, you walked away upset and Jungkook follows and walks you home from afar just to be sure you’re safe.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words count: 3,5k+

Genre: Angst / Fluff in the end

For anon, Hope you like it cutie! - M.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


You had always hated the wiseacre tone in Jungkook’s voice, it was something he didn’t do voluntarily and even noticed. It happened when he was annoyed, really annoyed. So many times you had seen him with a shaky mood, the accumulated stress and his difficulty to openly express his feelings were his major obstacle. His biggest problem, the one that he always hid.  

And this “problem”, his bottling any emotion, was the only thing you didn’t like about your boyfriend. Not because in almost a year of stable relationship he never told you what his feelings really were, they were pale and you still managed to understand them from his actions, but because his bad mood formed in the weeks ended up being poured on you.  

You avoid answering, continuing to keep your eyes on the pages of your chemistry book. It was the two at night and the mere fact that you were continuing to study -in view of the exam of the next day- although your boyfriend was at your side, made you understand how dangerous was the path that Jungkook was deciding to trace and above all follow.  

“Y/N; I’m talking to you.”  

“And I’m ignoring you, Jungkook,” you whispered, turning listlessly the page and hearing him snorting by your side. You couldn’t even remember what the triggering cause of his attitude was, but the security that for once you weren’t the one to ignite the flame was total. Maybe you were throwing gasoline on the fire, continuing to ignore him, but you couldn’t help it.  

“Stop ignoring me. I’m here.. for once. ”  

His remark helped your mind to put together the missing pieces of the puzzle.  

Jungkook was feeling neglected. Too busy with the comeback he had ignored your presence for whole days, but you were accustomed and indeed you had cropped some time in some way, bringing your body and your mind too tired to various music shows. Just to support him, to cheer for him and the boys. You never complained, because it was his work and especially his dream.  

But now that it was him who had a few hours to devote, you were the one who spent the night studying. And he couldn’t figure it out. He couldn’t understand that for you the study was important, that without your degree you couldn’t become a teacher.  

“Are you really annoyed by the fact that I can’t give you attention?” Your tone was calm, but he knew you. Sitting on the bean-bag near the bed, he began to think of his various possibilities. None of which could save him to the sense of anger hidden in your voice.  

“If it were so?”  

“I’d start cursing you.”  

He shrugged his shoulders, the difficulty with his emotions was also seen in those small and unaware gestures of the body with which he expressed himself, avoiding to classify as “dangerous” that gesture. Unfortunately, in your eyes it was. “Then begin as well,” he granted you, his gaze that pierced yours and challenged you. Jungkook didn’t love to lose, a thing knew by every single person in the world, but during your fights that competitiveness increased until it had no limit.  

And you, ignoring your sixth sense that was screaming to tell him how stupid he was for not stir even more the fire, you got up from the chair and away from the desk, went out of the room. So the fire was able to explode and start to propagate.  

Your mind managed to count to five before he reached you, beating even his previous record of six. His hand clung to your shoulder, he didn’t squeeze forcefully but enough to make you stop.  

“Let me,” you hissed between your teeth, without turning to look at him, “go.”  

“No, now you and me must talk.”  

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Purple Jewels (M) 01

Word Count: 6,494
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, (Supernatural????) Eventual fluffyness & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Ongoing

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


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Part 2 for “I missed you” but can be read alone

Loki x Reader

Genre: Still angst but you and Loki don’t hate each other

Word Count: 1,392

Summary: The dark elves come to Asgard seeking the aethir. Loved ones suffer and you ignore your last encounter with Loki to give him a shoulder to cry on

AN: Well more or less at least 5 people liked the first one so here I go again. Also I had to make a part 2 bc I couldn’t leave hubby Loki alone in his cell. Hope you like it! Feedback is welcomeee

Part 1 “I missed you”

You were reading when your peace was interrupted by the far sound of people yelling and metal clashing. Looking out the large window of what used to be yours and Loki’s room, you saw Thor zoom pass towards where the dungeons were located.

You kept your mind busy to keep it away from Loki; reading, training, even tending to the gardens. Although, your mind seemed to pick activities that reminded you of him. Reading the books Loki used to recommend to you. Training with the same magic Loki and Frigga had taught you. And the gardens. All you could think of was the night he asked to take your hand in marriage, in the gardens, away from the people drinking and laughing inside.

You walked out of the large doors and into the hallway to see Odin and Frigga with the Midgardian girl who had come a few days prior, Jane, her name was. There were soldiers marching behind Odin while they talked and he soon dismissed both women.

Still very much confused, you speed-walked over to Frigga to hear her whisper to Lady Jane, “You must listen very carefully.” With her to reply with a short, “Yes, ma'am”

“My Queen!” You interrupted their conversation for both of them to turn towards you. “May I ask what the problem is? Why the soldiers?”

She hushed you and pulled you and Lady Jane over behind a pillar to continue whispering, “A mere riot in the dungeons. Nothing to worry about, although, precaution must be taken. Go back to your chambers, child. Lock your doors.” She said it calmly, though you could hear the worry in her voice making you assume it was more than just a mere riot.

She pulled Lady Jane away and looked back at you before you started to walk in the opposite direction, back to where your room was located. Your supposed to be short walk was stopped when you heard a large explosion noise and looked out of a nearby window to see Heimdall on top of the beams of the rainbow bridge and several ships flying passed.

Understanding that it is indeed more than just commotion in the dungeons, you started running back to your room to hear more loud explosions and metal clashing.

Before you got the the hallway where your room was located, you saw Thor come through a window and start to walk up to you.

“Where is Jane?” He seemed rushed which worried you further.

“She is with your mother.” Your brain started to scramble and ask several questions. “What’s going on?

"The dark elves, they’ve come seeking the aethir. I must find Jane.” Thor spoke quickly, turning around to walk in the direction of the main hall. “Let me come with you.” You quickly stepped beside him and he stopped to look at you before trying to push you back towards the rooms.

“It is dangerous, Y/N”

You rolled your eyes and continued to try and pry yourself out of his hold. “Thor, I want to help. I’ll be much safer with you and Frigga than I will be alone.” You reasoned and he let out a huff before turning around to walk quickly.

You both reached the main hall to see that Odin had slain the remaining dark elves that now laid scattered all over the throne room. “Thor, you must find Jane.” His powerful voice caught both yours and Thor’s attention and Thor replied with the same thing you had told him earlier causing more worry to etch onto his face.

You and Thor rushed to where you had seen Frigga walk with Odin following behind. You found a large door and opened it far enough to see a large dark elf plunge a sword through Frigga’s back.

“No!” Lightning struck the elf’s face before him and the other elf jumped off the nearby balcony. You were frozen. You didn’t understand what was happening. The next thing you knew, Odin was hugging Frigga’s limp body and you finally started to notice the tears streaming down yours, Thor’s and Odin’s faces.


“Y/N!” Your running didn’t falter even after hearing Thor chasing you. You had to tell him. It had to be you. Who else would be there for him? Who else was going to allow him to let down his guard?

You saw two guards cross their spears before warping straight to the other side of the door. You felt yourself get dizzy but continued to move towards the cells. You started to slow down, thinking about what you would say to him but before you could think of how to explain why everyone’s eyes were blood shot, you saw a guard walk past you from where Loki’s cell was located.


You waited for him to pass before hearing a loud crash and you started to run again. And there he was.

His cell was scattered; All his furniture in pieces and books were torn and littering the floor, vases were broken causing pieces of glass to stick out all around, probably what caused him to clutch onto his foot where blood was slowly gushing out of. You wanted to hold him, to tell him it was okay. You needed to.

You turned the corner to see the guard who was waiting by his cell door. He stood up when he saw you but you interrupted him, “Let me in.” You said it demandingly. Almost threateningly, which is probably what caused him to raise defense and open his mouth to protest but you had cut him off again.

Please.” You had said softer, holding back the tears that had piled up behind your lids.

He sighed and called two other guards for precaution before allowing you inside. Immediately, Loki jerked his head towards you and your tears slowly fell upon seeing his own.

“What do you want?!” He half-spat, half-sobbed, still on one knee and clutching his foot. His brows were knitted together but also trying their best not to fall and slope sadly. “Tell me how beautiful and at peace she looked? When there is nothing beautiful about being stabbed?” He spoke harshly before looking away and sobbing.

You felt terrible. You knew how much she meant to him, you knew about their last encounter and you knew that he blames every cell in his body for what had happened. And although it seemed like he loathed you right now, you still loved him with your every being, so you walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his crouching frame, sobbing just as much.

He put his free arm around the arm that came in front of his chest and leaned into you before breaking down blubbering multiple apologies for Gods know what.

I’m sorry.” He sobbed again before nuzzling his face into your body and sobbing some more.

“It’s okay, we’re okay. There’s nothing to apologize for, my love.” You stroked his hair and looked up to keep more tears from falling, trying to be the strong one. His breath steadied a bit before he leaned back to look at your nose, seemingly unable to look at your eyes.

“I have everything to apologize for.” He paused before closing his eyes tightly, a few tears escaping, and then looking back up at you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for her… or you. I’m sorry I didn’t love either of you properly. I’m sorry.” He choked out a sob on the last word before hugging you again.

“There is no need to be sorry, Loki.” You closed your eyes too and kissed the top of his head, trying to calm his breathing again. “You were locked up, but you were always there” You pulled his face up before kissing him sweetly on his lips. “And as long as she and I were in your heart, then who’s to say your love was not proper?”

He opened his eyes and looked at you finally before kissing you again. It was slow but only because he was scared of losing you too, just as much as you were scared of losing him. You both held each other in your arms, never wanting to leave, because you know that’s where you don’t need to think about anything else. It’s a place where you’re both wanted and loved, safe. 

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Prince Harry

In which Y/N is the Princess of Scotland and Harry is the Prince of England. They have both been engaged to marry ever since they were young, as part of an alliance between both countries. But prince Harry might now be as welcoming to the idea of marriage. When danger strikes Y/N must go to England, and be with Harry. The weight of two kingdoms are on Y/N and Harrys shoulders.

(I just started watching this show called Reign, so this story is kind of based off that. I would recommend watching it!!)


“Guards! Guards!”

The alarming sound of your mothers voice abruptly stirred you up from your slumber. But The darkness that surrounded you in your chambers, made you realize that it was still the dead of night. You closed your eyes again trying to get back to sleep thinking it was nothing.

Your sleep was interrupted when your door swung wide open, and your mother rushed in looking frantic. She was still wearing her silk night gown with her robe tightly secured around her waist. Her hair was undone, and partly covered her face as she ran inside your room.

The loud footsteps of guards following closely behind her, made you realize something wasn’t right. Your mother rushed to your side quickly.

“Y/N, Y/N my dear you must wake up.” Your mother frantically shook you, to wake you from your deep sleep. The lights to your chambers suddenly all came on. You slowly opened your eyes completely and saw the horrified expression on her face, your tiredness was forgotten.

“Mother, what’s wrong?” You asked.

You watched guards and servants entering your room. Many of the servants were going into your closets and taking out clothes and packing them away. While others were taking some of your personally belongings quickly out your room. You saw four guards standing outside your door, when usually you only had two some nights. While some other guards were standing by your windows. They were all armed with their swords out, which was very unusual.

You looked back at your mother and you’ve never seen her look so terrified in your life.

She was The Queen after all, she couldn’t show fear. It was not in her nature. She always needed to be strong for everyone, and for our country. It was her duty.

“You must get up, and get dressed swiftly.” Your mother pulled you out of bed, and up to your feet. The cold air of the castle shivered your bones.

“Mother, why are the guards here, and why are the servants taking my belongings?”

“There’s no time for questions my dear, were running out of time.” She said and your heart started beating faster. Something bad was happening in the castle.

“But mother-“

“Queen Caroline, we must be off soon, before the sun starts to rise so we can go undetected.” One of your Guards said.

Your mother nodded her head and sighed next to you.

“I understand, are all of Princess Y/N’s things clothing packed and her belongings?”

You looked at your mom frantically searching for answers that she was yet to give.

“Yes we are ready for departure, when you command it, my Queen.” The guard said to my mother with grace.

“Than leave us, let me talk to my daughter for a brief moment.” The guards nodded and motioned to his guards to leave the room, while they waited outside the doors of your chambers. When you were finally alone you turned to your mothers.

“Mother, what is happening?” Your mother sat you down on your bed and sighed.

“We don’t have much time, so I must be quick. The monarchy is under attack here in Scotland. Being it’s Queen I must do my duty to protect it. I just got word of French soldiers coming here at dawn to attack us.”

“What, Why would they? We’ve kept the peace, we haven’t done anything to them.” You couldn’t believe this is happening.

“They believe it’s a great opportunity to take Scotland. Our country has been weak ever since your father, our king has passed. They feel as though it’s the perfect time to strike and take our country for themselves.” Your heart sunk at the mention of your father.

“But I should stay here with you, and be by your side to help.” You urged her. Your mother smiled at you and took your hands in hers.

“You are helping me, by going to England to stay with the Royal Style family.”

“Right now? Tonight but-“

“Our alliance with them is so important you know that. The only reason its been so consistent is because of your engagement to Prince Harry. You knew you always had to go back to keep our agreement standing.”

Your mother tried to make you understand. You knew you were bethroed to Harry ever since you were little, but you never thought things would happen so quickly like this.

“Your father and I made this decision with The Styles and engaged you with their first born Harry when you were only 8. Since we knew it was in both of our best interests. And now you must go not only for the alliance, but to keep you safe. Your not safe here anymore.”

“But I’m always been safe here, I don’t understand.”

“No, your not only the Princess of Scotland but soon to also be The Princess of England as well. You my dear are the only reason this alliance is so strong. Other countries like France don’t want that to happen. You are even more valuable than you were my sweet girl. And now it’s time for you to finally go to England and fulfill your duty to Scotland.”

“But how am I safer in England than here in Scotland, your here.”

“They will protect you, I sent word to The Royal Styles family they know your coming. It’s not like I’m putting you into the care of complete strangers. You’ve met them many times. You played in the castle with Harry. Don’t be weary.” She tried reassuring you.

“Yes I have, but that’s when I was very young. It’s been years mother, things have changed so much. I don’t know how to be a wife.” You remembered the palace in England, it was massive. The garden was your favorite place to play hide and go seek with the other noble children. You remember playing especially with Prince Harry but it’s been so long.

“I know my dear, but you’ll be fine.You won’t be married so soon. Your just going now, to keep you safe and for the alliance. Don’t worry You are strong and beautiful.” Your mother pushed a loose curl of your hair behind you ear, and you let out a sigh that you didn’t know you were holding.

“There’s no way Prince Harry would not fancy you.”

“I just don’t want to leave you..” your eyes started to water thinking about leaving your mother alone in a time like this.

“I’ll be fine, we still have our army and guards, I’ll be protected. It’s you I’m worried about. Y/N you have to understand that you have to stay safe, because there’s people who want to hurt you-“

Your chamber door opened quickly and a guard rushed in.

“My Queen we must be off now, the sun will be rising in due time.”

Your mother nodded and grabbed the warm coat that was set on your chair by your bed. She gave it to you.

“Here put this on quickly, dear. You don’t have time to change but once the carriage has gotten out of Scotland you can stop and the servants will change you. Your ladies will be accompanying you as well, your trusted guards, and servants. So you won’t feel alone.”

You nodded as you quickly put the coat on. You tried buttoning up the jacket but your hands were shaking. Your mother saw your state and did it for you.

“How will I know your safe? Will you come visit?” You asked eagerly, you couldn’t loose her.

“I will write you. I swear if.” She promised you, and than embraced you in a hug. You tried to not let your tears fall, but it was difficult when you didn’t know when you would see your mother again.

“Be strong Y/N. Remember only trust The Royal Styles.” You shook your head not letting yourself speak because you knew you would start sobbing.Your mother pulled away and you thought you spotted a tear forming in her eyes, but it was soon gone.

“And always do right by Scotland. Above all else do right by your Country.” The Queen spoke.

“I will.” You promised.

“Princess Y/N, the carriage is waiting.” The guard informed you. You nodded and slowly walked away from your mother towards the guards. They surrounded you to ensure your safety.

You turned back before you left your chambers you’ve called home all your life.

Your mother stood there and nodded at you. To reassure you that you could do it and be strong without her by your side.

So you turned away and blinked the tears away from your eyes.

You walked out of your chambers, and out of the castle to begin a new life.

A new life as a Princess of Scotland and England

And a new life as a soon to be wife to Prince Harry.


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The Scarf, cont’d.

(Part 1)

More from the fiber witch!Dex ‘verse, since it got so much interest. Honestly, this could have been even longer, but this part hit 4k and got to a nice endpoint (and I’ve been working on it all week), so I’m cutting off here… for now. I even went so far as to download pictures off my real camera for the first time in months just to illustrate this.

But y’all. There’s kissing. I mean, it’s me, so it’s still entirely T, but kissing. Don’t say I never did anything for you.

“Are you sure about this?” Nursey asked.

Dex looked up from the weird new binding off he was trying to do on the pair of fingerless gloves currently on his needles. “Yes? I invited you to come, and I meant it.”

“…’kay,” Nursey said, but in a tone that had Dex rolling his eyes and setting the whole mess of glove and needles to the side so he could roll forward on his knees and really look at Nursey where he was sitting on the floor in front of Dex’s bed.

“Do you not want to go?”

Nursey kept playing with the ridiculous kid’s potholder loom Dex had bought him at a craft store when he accidentally unwound one ball of yarn too many going through Dex’s stash. “No, I do.”


“But you don’t really talk about your hometown that much, and I’m, like, worried? I guess? Because I know it’s a small town, and I know you don’t really think about it, but I’m gonna kinda… stick out. And I didn’t know if you were starting to regret asking me.”

Dex blinked. “Oh. No, that’s not going to be a problem. I swear to you, they have seen black people in Maine before. But, um, there is probably something I should talk to you about.” He settled back on the bed nervously. “Can you… can you come sit up here so I can see you when I tell you this?”

Nursey put the loom down and moved to sit cross-legged on the bed facing Dex. Dex could see him letting his whole “chill” thing take over and knew he must be freaking Nursey out, so he just took a breath and plunged into it.

“So, yes, my town is different. But not like you think. It’s not that I don’t talk about it because I’m ashamed or anything. It’s just… hard to explain.” The string he always carried in his pocket had made its way into his hand, and he wove his fingers through it nervously. “We’re witches.”

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 6

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by itsmaleficentbitch

You woke up feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at Bucky who is sleeping peacefully under you.

Something has changed since last night, you don’t know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were never the one to initiate it… until now.

You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him one last time.

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Takenaka & Ritsu: Kiss/Cuddle/Fight

pings @hydrachea

I was going to do a mini comic thing for this but ya’ll can blame my rental agent for giving me zero warning of an inspection and so I’ve been frantically cleaning all night. I’ll write the idea out instead…

Takenaka frowned, distracted. And really, right now he would rather not be. But the words were incessant and repeated and they didn’t make any sense. Was he doing this wrong? The uncertainty was starting to dig little claws into his insides and his heart was racing for all the wrong reasons.

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anonymous asked:

writing prompt (if u want) : andrew and neil met before while neil was someone else and broke andrew's heart by leaving/vanishing/faking death/idfk and then neil just shows up like no ?? u are like chris or some name and u r dead what is going on and how dare u

so we’re going to pretend im not the shittiest person ever and didn’t take like a week to write this 2000 word thing but anyways hope u like it :)



The shock of the exy racquet crashing into Neil’s stomach was secondary to the shock that came from seeing Andrew Spear again.  While his lungs screamed for air, his brain screamed for an escape.  To run.  And never stop running again.

The edges of his vision turned as black as the shirt Andrew wore the first time they’d met those few years ago.  It had been a startlingly warm day, aided by the fact that Nathaniel and his mother had just migrated south again from Montreal.  California was everything and nothing that Nathaniel, no, Chris, had expected.  It was hot, and there was the smell of salt in the air from the Pacific Ocean – that Chris had known would be there.  He hadn’t counted on people being so open.  Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to Andrew, a spot of darkness against the ever sunny sky.  Andrew had never been an easy read.

The first time Andrew spoke to him, it was because he had gotten into a fight with a teacher.  Neil had left the classroom at the end of the day with his head down, hugging his books close to his body.  He didn’t know how long he’d stay here, but the fact that his mother had let him attend school was a good sign that they’d be in California for a while.  Still it wasn’t a good idea to make friends or have ties here.  Nobody should remember his face.

“You know,” Neil had heard him say as he passed a tree on the edge of the school’s property, “For someone who’s trying to keep a low profile you sure do love to get in a fight.”

He turned and came face to face with the blonde.  Andrew hadn’t mastered the look of complete apathy yet and his eyes revealed the tiny spark of interest Neil had put there.

“For someone who’s barely four feet tall you sure do love antagonizing people,” Neil responded.

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anonymous asked:

Companions get dared to turn sole on without touching them

Hey guys, this is my first ask so I hope it’s okay, even though it’s super long! ~Admin Shadow

Companions Turning on Sole without Touching Them

Cait: Right away Cait got a wicked little grin on her lips as Sole’s gaze trained on her. Oh, she had caught Sole staring at her tits a few times and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them off easy. Even through her corset she started pushing her perky breasts up and letting them fall. She ran one of her fingers around her nipple in a loose circle before she said, “Eh, Sole, you might wanna close that mouth of yours. Don’t want anyone mistaking you for a mouth breather.” Sole turned a rosy shade as they quickly closed their mouth to hid their slack-jawed expression.

Codsworth: “Mum/Sir, is this really necessary?” He let out a sigh before he said, “I’m completely in the nude, if I must digress.” Sole started bursting into a fit of chuckles before Codsworth finally said he had at least made an attempt. 

Curie: “Do… Do I have to, missure?” She was so embarrassed. She started chewing nervously on her bottom lip and stumbling over her words, she was completely oblivious to Sole watching her lips. Finally Sole said that she needed to stop otherwise they wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next.

Danse: The Paladin was red in the face but he knew exactly what to do to get Sole panting. He still couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he slowly unzipped his Brotherhood uniform down to his waist exposing his toned chest. Making eye contact with Sole once and seeing their warm and lusty gaze was enough before he quickly zipped his uniform back up and tried to hid in embarrassment.

Deacon: Right away Deacon started laughing, because he knew exactly what got Sole all hot and bothered. He had caught them peeping on him changing his outfit more than a few times, so right away he started stripping all slow, first starting with his white t-shirt before he shimmied out of his jeans that went up to his ankles. He dropped each piece of clothing in a neat little pile and kept asking if it was hot in here or if it was just him, which caused Sole’s face to light up a blistering red. Sole finally begged him to get his clothes back on before they couldn’t control themselves any longer. 

Dogmeat: He just started hopping around barking, and wagging his tail almost unable to contain his excitement, but that was basically all he did before Sole walked over that started to pet behind his ears.

Hancock: Oh, Hancock got this shit eating grin on his face like he has been waiting a long time for this moment. Instantly, he took one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on the digits until there was a distinct pop each time he pulled his fingers out. Then he took to licking his forefinger up and down, in a slow, methodical pattern, all while sending Sole a steamy stare. After a few seconds he started laughing from Sole’s ragged breathing and wide eyes, he told them he would be happy to demonstrate his technique later.

MacCready: He was blushing before he even approached Sole, leaving just an inch between his mouth and their ear. “You always tell me I have a smartass mouth, boss, so let me show you some other uses for it,” he whispered hoarsely into Sole’s ear before backing away. He had heard Sole’s breathing become irregular, and that’s when he knew his words had really gotten through to them. MacCready had flushed cheeks, and was definitely not willing to admit how much that had affected him.

Nick: The detective sighed and Sole had mentioned many a times about how much they enjoyed his voice. Nick rolled his eyes a little before finally saying “Doll, let me take you on a night out, I promise I’ll show you a ‘good time’.” Nick refused to make eye contact with Sole for a long time after that, he was ashamed he had even played along.

Piper: When they first met, Sole hadn’t been able to keep their eyes off her ass. So Piper waltzed up to Sole with a little sway in her hips and turned her self around and put both hands on her ass and ran palms up and down each cheek. “You okay, Blue?” She asked as Sole’s face turned a violent shade of red, as if they had forgot how to breath.

Preston: Preston gave Sole a sideways smirk and tugged his scarf from around his neck with one hand, while the other furiously worked in undoing the buttons on his jacket. He let it fall to the floor as he exposed sinew muscle under dark skin. “I knew you were curious, General.” Sole couldn’t stop staring until Preston laughed and put back on his jacket.

Strong: “Turn human on? Strong not know what that mean! Does it help find milk of human kindness?”

X6-88: He right away asked if this was absolutely necessary and how this would benefit them? Finally, after standing there and debating whether this was worth his time, he caved and strode up to Sole. He left very little personal space between them before saying “I like how your ass looks in that Vault Suit, Ma'am/Sir, maybe I’ll get to see it fully one day.” X6 quickly turned around and backed off leaving Sole more shocked than anything.

Maxon: He didn’t let a single emotion show as he marched up to Sole with his hands firmly behind his back. His normally regal voice was rougher than usually as he said, “Knight, I expect you in my quarters at 2100 hours for that full body inspection. If you’re even a minute late, I might have to think of a creative punishment.” Maxon actually winked and turned around leaving Sole desperately wondering what would happen if they were late.

Gage: “Aww, boss, don’t get all blushy on me now.” Was the first thing Gage said as he got really close to Sole, so close that Sole could feel the heat radiating from the raider’s skin. “Boss, normally I don’t like saying this stuff but, I wanna pin you to the wall and have my way witcha.” Gage let out a low chuckle and stepped back to look at his handy work as Sole gasp.

Ada: “I do not register what you mean by ‘turned on?’ You seem to be functioning quite well.”

I do

this is the l o n g e s t thing i’ve ever written also it’s literally a fluff extravaganza so you’re welcome. thanks to @kidinlovewithakid for helping me on this (it would actually suck ass if she didn’t) so enjoy folks! 

feedback is very much appreciated! <3 

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“Y/n,” you felt someone shake your body in attempt to wake you up. You groaned and turned yourself around so you were facing the opposite side of your warm bed. “Y/n you need to get up, you’re getting married today!” the voice you now identified as Mel, your best friend and maid of honour, kept vigorously shaking you until you finally sat up. You figured they must have let themselves in earlier since you had given Mel a key to the house for emergencies.

“Guys it’s so early please let me sleep,” you mumbled, wrapping yourself up in your warm comforter again in hopes they’ll give you just 5 more minutes. It may be your wedding day, but you were still beyond tired from last night’s rehearsal dinner and you were really starting to wish you and Shawn hadn’t stayed up for 4 hours after you got home. Neither of you had been able to sleep due to nerves and excitement so you decided to stay up and watch movies until you were tired.

“Where’s Shawn?” you mumbled, noticing that the other side of the bed was already empty.  You were a little disappointed that he woke up before you, even though you aren’t supposed to see each other until the ceremony you wanted to sneak in one last moment together before the chaos started.

“He left, now get up so you can go marry my brother!” Aaliyah exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and pulling the covers off you, exposing you to the cold morning air that was coming in from the window that Mel must have opened. You sat cross legged on your bed and took a look at your bridesmaids and the two mothers standing around you waiting for you to get out of the bed so you could finally go to the outdoor field where the ceremony was taking place.  You let out a shaky breath, the realization that you were actually getting married later finally sinking in.

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Every time I see someone giving writing advice, I always see the same thing:


Now, this obviously works for a great many writers. It does not work for me. I know, for I have tried it. Outlining is the fastest way for me to guarantee that the story will not be written. Once I know the entire story from beginning to end, I no longer have to tell it to myself. And writing down the basic plot–well, it’s writing it down. Writing is the last part of my process, not the first. Once I get to the writing down part…this is what I have settled on. Writing out an outline of a plot before I start writing a story locks me into that plot and makes it harder for me to think spontaneously about what needs to happen, both to develop the characters and to surprise the readers.

And don’t even get me started on those 100-question interviews with your characters. 

Mind you, I do plan stories–eventually. I visualize stories like they’re movies. I have shot and re-shot scenes a thousand times in my head to see if this will dovetail neatly with the previous scene or if it will be awkward. I run through dialogue while I’m washing the dishes. But none of the scenes or settings or dialogue are things that I’m committed to…not until I start writing the story. My mental storyboarding still involves planning, but it doesn’t make me feel restricted like an outline does.

I don’t believe that “pantsers,” as writers who don’t outline are called by many in the writing community, are worse writers than those who do outline. What I do believe is that people want to know how writers write. And you see, there are a lot of books about how to become a better writer.

Here’s the problem:  My writing process is not very complicated. I start with a character or two and a) a terrible situation, b) a what if, or c) something cracktastic that doesn’t sound like it could possibly make sense and then make sense of it (like the Hamlet/Cthulhu Mythos crossover I wrote once). There is a lot of staring at a blank screen, grumbling, letting my mind drift while playing hidden object games, and thinking out stories while taking clothes out of the dryer, washing dishes or rolling up bandages. You’d be hard pressed to turn that into an essay, let alone a book.

Books by outliners generally talk about a thousand things that they do before they get started. The plot structure. The characters’ personal histories. The themes. The research (which they always do beforehand, rather than, as I do, before and during). The editing (which they all insist must be done afterwards, and not, as I do, during, because I find it less stressful to correct and rewrite as I go along, and afterward, after at least one person has had a chance to proofread it).

Outlining just sounds more serious. More organized. And because you can outline so many aspects of a story, almost all writing books are written by outliners…to the point where some writing books speak disparagingly of those who do not, treating us as lazy and inefficient. 

And honestly, I understand this. Many writers of such books seem to gravitate naturally to outlines, so of course that seems best to them. Complicating matters is the fact that, as I said, pantsers tend not to author books on how to write, so the outliners have nothing to compare their method to. Outlining is praised highly from one end of the community to the other–so, the attitude runs, why doesn’t everyone do it? it works, doesn’t it?

Yes. It works for many people. But not all. I suspect that there are as many writing processes as there are people.  And you know what? That’s fine.

So to those who hate outlining, who feel straitjacketed by it, whose minds tangle and snarl when they try to employ it…you’re not alone. And you’re not a bad writer. You’re a writer. Do what works for you.

BTS reaction to them having to do a concert straight after finding out you’re in hospital

I really wanted to do something angsty so here it is ♖ 


Originally posted by lavender-kills

He would get the call just before he had to go on stage and the producers wouldn’t let him stay out of the concert to not disappoint the fans. When he kept asking if you were okay, the doctors would keep saying that they don’t know if you would wake up. For once in his life, he was happy he didn’t have that many lines because he wouldn’t be able to keep the tears in.


Originally posted by joonjuly

After having one of the producers tell him the bad news, he would nod in understanding, knowing that the show must go on. Even if he didn’t look bothered in the performance, he would go into a room and cry to himself, not wanting to show anyone his tears.


Originally posted by se6kjin

It was 2 minutes before he had to go up on stage when he received the call. The members would continuously ask him if he was okay but he would just nod, fighting the tears back. Half way through spring day, it had hit him that you were the only one there from the start and knowing that he could lose you, made him break therefore causing him to let all his tears flow that he had tried so hard to keep in.


Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Your bestfriend would text him telling him that she was in the hospital with you and wasn’t allowed to call. He would ask her what had happened and if you would be okay and she would reply by telling him you had gotten into a car accident and that you had gone into emergency surgery. After finding that out, he would start crying and turn around to his band mates, telling them what happened.


Originally posted by sosjimin

As soon as the phone call ended, he would start crying. You were his everything and he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. The rest of the boys would beg for the producers to maybe delay the concert, but it was no help, he would have to go up there with tears dripping down his cheek, threatening to fall off his chin.


Originally posted by pangguk

His band members would have known instantly something bad happened since his usual happy expression was not there. He had just come back from being on the phone with your mum who called to tell your boyfriend what had happened. The boys would ask what was the matter but he would just reply with a “i’m fine”. The whole way through the concert, he wouldn’t smile once and it was only after that he had told them what had happened.


Originally posted by baebsaes

You had been his bestfriend and girlfriend just before he debuted. For him, his nightmare was losing you and it was too close to reality for him to handle. He would run to his hyungs, crying to them about how much you meant to him. The producers would call them onto stage and all he could do was hide his pain and hope for the best.

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Battered and Bruised Part 1

Dean, Sam x Reader (Friend but may end up being more)

An anon request:Can you do a one shot where the reader is friends with Sam, Dean, and Cas, but is being abused by her parent and they find out and help her.

A/N: Definitely going longer than I planned!! Mentions of abuse, both mental and physical. 

Your parents were hunters. Which meant your life had never been normal from day one. Growing up on the road, traveling from place to place. Never staying in a school long enough to make friends. On top of that, your parents were constantly getting into fights, making living in a small motel room horrible. Many times, you would find yourself down at the library, staying until they closed just to have some sort of peace.

Everything changed the moment your parents had started hunting with John Winchester. They seemed to calm down, their arguing simmering down to every now and then. Now, you were able to stay at the same high school, spending time with their good friend Bobby while they went on hunts. That’s when you met Sam and Dean, John’s sons. They had been standoffish from the get go. But soon, the three of you realized how alike you were, and you became inseparable. Years passed, and major events happened. Sam had gone off to college, surprising both you and Dean. Your parents had pulled you away from your life in Sioux Falls following a fall out with John. You and Dean had tried to keep in touch, but it was hard, and soon the two of you hadn’t spoken for almost a year.

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How The Eclipse Will Affect The Signs

Aries: The eclipse can affect your growth and success in areas of romance, hobbies, and creativity. You will feel a call to action in one (or more) of these areas of your life, luckily, in a positive way. On the other hand, be cautious when entering any-long term commitments, it is likely these obligations will not go your way.

Taurus: The eclipse can be affecting your energy and other matter close to home. You might have a need to take action and make a change in your family dynamic or home life. If you have been feeling out of balance lately, things will finally be looking up for you.

Gemini: With the eclipse approaching you should focus on letting go on the past and resolving any relationship issues. The eclipse will be effecting your third house of communication and self expression which will allow you to form new relationships and partnerships.

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