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Everything Has Changed (Part Four)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,707

Part Three

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

Deciding to join the Avengers was no easy task. Before informing Fury of your final choice, you had to carefully weigh the pros and cons. When you did, it was obvious that there were more bad outcomes than good if you chose to work alongside Earth’s mightiest heroes. There were missions whose varying lengths were as unpredictable as when you’d be told about their existence. There was the never-ending list of injuries that would leave lasting negative effects on your body. Then there was the fact that you’d become a public figure, which would give the media the incorrect assumption that they could magnify and dissect all of your actions.

It all seemed like too much, but it wasn’t enough to scare you away. You wanted the job. You wanted to be an Avenger.

At least that’s what you thought.

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But I don’t think people really get what I mean when I say “I love musicals.”

I don’t just love a soundtrack with fancy tap numbers and great belting. I love it for so many other reasons. The cast is like a family to me. The songs speak words I’ve always wanted to hear but never could find a way to say. Watching musicals or singing them just for even a second makes me feel like I’m not alone. I’m not alone in the things I feel. I’m not alone because these characters, whether fictional of real, they’re there. They may not be real true people. But they’re there. Their voice speaks TO me. Especially Jack Kelly’s most of all. “Trapped where there ain’t no future/even at seventeen.” I’m 18. I’m still trying to figure out where my life is going. But I know I’m not alone. Because even if he’s not real, he is to me. And that’s all that matters. When I watch or perform a musical I don’t feel so hopeless anymore. I don’t feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I’m someone else. I’m involved in someone else’s story. If I can throw myself into something I’m so passionate about then it’s the perfect thing for me to do. At my first audition I was nervous. Crazy nervous. I figured I wouldn’t get the lead but might as well try. Afterwards the director asked me to come talk to her and of course I’m thinking “oh shit what did I do wrong” and she told me, “That was one of the best auditions I’ve seen in a long time.” And that has still stuck with me months later. Whether you’ve been doing this since you were 7 or 17 theatre is something for everyone. Yes, there will be people who will try to bring you down. They’ll tell you you’ll never make it, that your singing is awful, that you’re dreaming too big. Everyone starts somewhere. They may laugh but they won’t care anymore when you keep your head up high and with confidence knowing YOU. CAN. DO. THIS. OKAY? And even when you can’t, take a break. Not from singing. But a break to look back and see how far you’ve come and where you want to go. Because you can go far kid. You really can.

Have you ever felt a sudden and unexplained surge of happiness? Like, for an instant, everything is okay. Everything is peaceful.
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I feel like we need to work on extending moments like this. Especially in today’s society when it’s all too easy to become rushed and too caught up in everything going on around us.

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During times when you are not fighting battles like the warrior you are, take a moment to be mindful. Reflect. Grow.

Don’t you ever shy away from something because you love it too much. I don’t care if it’s a person, or a passion, or a dream. We’re too afraid of our own hearts these days, too worried that we might wreck ourselves. But we were never born to hide from the things that could make us the happiest.  So take the job, kiss the girl, pour your heart out. Make mistakes, big mistakes, and live so fully that you know what it feels like to be in pain. To be in love. To be anything at all.

anonymous asked:

could you make a rundown of what the houses mean? what they represent???? tthhxxxx

Alrigggght here goes nothing. Your first house is your rising sign, of course, and then the rest of the signs will follow after. Some signs may cover wayyyy more space than others.. it just depends on the chart.

1ST HOUSE-Aries qualities-
what you express without thinking.. an ever burning flame. What everyone thinks of you and what you’re always thinking about. Your persona. The energy your big into a room.

2ND HOUSE-Taurus qualities-
What gives you a sense of security and self-worth. Attitude towards money. The kind of objects you possess. Personal artistic style. Creature comforts.

3RD HOUSE-Gemini qualities-
The voice chattering in your head. What your day-to-day interactions are like .. what you keep up to date with. The sound of your voice.

4TH HOUSE-Cancer qualities-
Where you can let out a sigh of exhaustion. Your past… what and who you call home. Where you retreat to when the world gets to loud. Your foundation.

5TH HOUSE-Leo qualities-
How you let loose! The kinds of people who always entertain you. Summer flings. What makes you look good. A creative outlet… the stage & the applause. What your children will probably be like.

6TH HOUSE-Virgo qualities-
How you get your sh*t together. What makes you feel mature and taken care of. Health & health ailments. Where you should pay close attention. Planners. Important little details.

7TH HOUSE-Libra qualities-
What you look for in others. The ideal partner. Personality traits you project instead of owning up to. Business partners & confrontations with the law.
What you must learn from others.

8TH HOUSE-Scorpio qualities-
The scariest parts of yourself. Self-analysis and ego death. Research and obsessions. What goes on behind the scenes. Sex. Knowledge. What’ll be the death of you.

9TH HOUSE-Sagittarius qualities-
Where you’re free to explore. Places far away from your home town. Religion & expansion of the higher mind. Recklessness and pushing things too far. The big picture.

10TH HOUSE-Capricorn qualities-
Where you get serious. The ability to delay satisfaction for long-term goals. Your career. The reputation that precedes you and the respect you garner. Restriction.

11TH HOUSE-Aquarius qualities-
Your wildest dreams. Friends and teamwork. Organizations. An area of sudden change and a certain electricity. Group-consciousness.

12TH HOUSE-Pisces qualities-
You when you’re alone in the dark. Your dreams. Something you can never quite put your finger on– it’s everywhere and nowhere at once. Past lives. Confusion. The ultimate connection. Drug abuse. The purest love.

Coming Home - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.

Y/N - Your name

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Word Count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)

It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.

She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.

Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.

*phone vibrates*

It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.

After four missed calls, they gave up.

Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.

“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.

Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.

“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”

Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.

“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”

You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.

Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.

The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.

You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.

“Y/N.”

His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.

“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.

“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.

“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”

“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.

“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.

Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.

The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.

Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”

“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”

Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.

Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.

After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”

You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, “About what?”

“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”

“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.

“Y/N.. please look at me.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.

“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”

You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.

“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”

“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.

You smiled at those words, “Good.”

Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”

You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”

“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”

Title: Dark Chocolate

Title: Dark Chocolate
Type: Slight angst, SecretAdmirer!Jaehyun
Characters: Reader X Jaehyun (ft. Johnny)
Word Count: 2,022

A/N: I don’t even know why I wrote this but please enjoy loves!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.


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BTS|| Mafia!AU|| You’re pregnant and try to run away

❦ Anon asked: Could you do a bts mafia reaction to when they get you pregnant and you try to run away but they find you? Thank you so much!!!


Jin

With a loud BANG! you closed your suitcase. It maybe was a little too much, but you couldn’t care less about it. You had a big problem and it seemed like the only thing you could do, was to run away from it. The last two day you would meet your toilet every two seconds, only to vomit the last thing you ate. Since it was this time of the year, you thought you just were infected, until a good friend of you asked you this one question. And now you knew it. And you know that your small dream of Bonnie & Clyde was over. You could never raise a child with your current lifestyle, and so you had to do it.

 Two hours ago the test smiled at you with a +. Since then you packed your stuff, wrote him a letter and called your sister to inform her that you would live with her for the next days. Everything was settled and you stood in front of the main door, your hand on the door knob. But you hesitated. Could you really leave him like this? He was the first person to make you this happy, even though he killed people. But, no. You had no chance. 

*piep,piep,piep*

The electronic lock on the other side of the door unlocked and it opened. There he was. He was just as surprised as you were, with a look of inquiry. Till he saw the suitcase.

“What is this?” 

“I-I’m…I mean I-….I need to go.” And with that, you tried to pass him. What a stupid idea. 

He grabbed you and pushed you against the now closed door. 

“Y/N., I want an explanation. Now.”, he said through gritted teeth.

And then you broke.

“I-I’m pregnant. Do you hear me? I’m pregnant with our child. But I didn’t know what to do. We can’t raise a child. Jin I-” he stopped you by holding you tight.

“Did you really thought I would leave you alone with this?”

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partyhardwoohoo  asked:

My partner and I want to prioritize our health, especially working out, this semester. We want to set a goal, but we know that the "goal weights" mentality is reductive and harmful. What are better ways to set fitness goals?

Focus on action and achievements. The very first question you should be asking yourself is: In my most insane, impossible dream, what would I want to do? (Run an ultramarathon? Become a professional ballerina? Swim the English Channel? Deadlift my car?)

Once you have an answer to that question, it starts getting a little bit easier to pick out the more accessible goals within that grand dream.

If your ultimate fantasy is to run an insane distance, then start off with just one mile. One little mile. First make sure that you can run it, then make sure that you can run it at a pace you’re happy with, then make that pace a little bit faster and faster over time. What starts off as “I want to run 1 mile without stopping” will eventually turn into “I want to run a 6 minute mile and maintain that for 5 miles.” As you adapt and become a better runner, your goal will slowly inch towards that ultramarathon. Even if that original goal seems completely inappropriate and unachievable, that’s completely okay: the key is in the baby steps.

This works with just about everything. Before becoming a ballerina, you have to sign up for a beginner dance class and master a few basic steps both in flats and en pointe. Before lifting like Arnold, you have to safely learn the basic motions with only your bodyweight, gain access to equipment and learn how to adjust your diet in order to build muscle mass. The key is to break your goals down into manageable pieces. You can’t do it all at once and no one expects you to. Instead, look at the different components of your biggest dream and start thinking about the kind of steps that will eventually get you there.

You started off with the right idea: Move away from aesthetic goals and not only will your workouts suddenly become 100x more fun and satisfying, but you’ll have such a better chance of moving forward and being happy with yourself. Because we don’t want a goal that you’ll hit within 2 months and then struggle to maintain for years afterward. There’s no rush here. Aim big! Do a lot! If at any point you look at your current personal goal and think “This is too hard, I’ll never achieve that,” then it’s time to break it down again and look at the step before that next goal. And if at any time you think “This is pretty easy, I bet I could do more,” then aim higher! 

ballade to the dawn (m)

idol & songwriter au | christmas collaboration 

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: angst and fluff
word count: 11.014
warnings: sexual content


Even if the last vestiges of winter are faintly gracing the outside, the day feels colder than it has ever been.

The timing is painfully amusing, you think. Winter has always been a part of you and Taehyung — you first laid your eyes on him through a thick veil of twinkling snowflakes, the first words you exchanged were over a cup of hot chocolate, and the first kiss he gave you was under the umbrella that protected you from a gentle blizzard. You love him just like you love winter, with its stinging cold and achingly dry wind; and even if it burns you sometimes, you can’t help but long for the signs of sunlight, so graceful above the snow coated ground. So unearthly and exquisite, just like him.

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Imagine seeing your favorite turtle without his mask for the first time. You haven’t known the turtles for too long, maybe two or three months now, but you’re started spending more time at the Lair.

So it made sense that you would eventually stay over, crashing on thier couch. Your favorite turtle’s little heart had done back flips as he peeked at your snoozing form. You looked so peaceful and pretty aaannndd he was going to bed before he made a fool of himself.

You would think that a turtle that had spent all night thinking about his house guest would remember you in the morning but, no. Your favorite turtle stumbles out earlier then usual, only to see you making your way towards the kitchen.

“Y/N?”


“Leo?”

You had never seen the leader in blue without his armor…or his mask for that matter. You are taken aback for a second and Leonardo looks at you, half concerned-half asleep.

“Something wrong?”

“I’ve just…never seen you without your mask, I guess.”

He laughed a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It must be weird, huh?”

“Hmmm…not really. I never realized how blue your eyes are though…they’re really lovely.”

You continue into the kitchen and Leo follows, now wide awake and smiling like a fool. What a great way to start the day.


“Morning, Don.”

Donatello was NOT a morning person. But seeing you with your glasses and messy hair just woke him right up.

He was lost in how adorable you looked until he realized that he was staring at you…and that you were staring at him.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Oh! Yeah, I’ve just never seen you without your mask on.”

The turtle felt self conscious for a second, not knowing quite what to say. Until you spoke up with a,

“You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

Self confidence soaring like a rocket, the turtle smiled and nodded towards that kitchen.

“Uh, coffee?”

“Can’t start the day without it.”


“Raph? What are you doing?”

You rubbed your eyes, looking up at the turtle.

Here he was, defenseless (and maskless for that matter) and staring down at his crush. Too big tee shirt, messy ponytail, and tired eyes…he didn’t realize how cute people could look in the morning.

“You’re not wearing your mask…” you mumbled.

“Uh…yeah?”

“Never seen you without it before…you have pretty eyes…”

He watched you stumble your way into the kitchen, smiling like an idiot. Raph was certain that you wouldn’t have said that if you weren’t half asleep…but his heart is still racing like a locomotive.


“Morning, Mikey.”

He had forgotten about you (dreamed about you all freaking night but couldn’t remember the real deal in the morning! He’s kicking himself) and was surprised to see you in your little shorts and Wolverine tee.

Happy surprised.

Ecstatic surprised, even.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. Never seen your jammies before…I like the shirt.”

“Never seen you without the mask before.” you replied.

“Well, we don’t sleep in ‘em, Y/N. Except on national holidays.”

You laughed and smiled at the turtle.

“It’s too early too be cute, Mikey.”

He was just joking but, oh! You said he was cute! C-U-T-E cute!! He smiles even bigger, nodding towards the kitchen.

“Lemme make up for it with a bowl of cereal. Lady’s choice?”

Fic: Life’s Treasures (Chris Evans x Reader)

A Chris Evans x Reader Fanfic

Rating: T
Warnings: Language
Summary: Requested by anon - “Can you write a Chris Evans imagine of him proposing to you in Boston? You’re from California but he knew that you would move out there to settle down with him.”
Note: Here you go, lovely. I hope it came out ok. Thanks for reading! xo

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Marriage had never been a topic you and Chris shied away from. In fact, it was discussed openly from the get go. Just like any other committed couple, it was important to not only you, but to Chris as well to know where you both stood in the relationship. Not long after becoming exclusive, you spent hours upon hours sharing your dreams about your potential future children, and a house spacious enough for a big family, nothing too extravagant where you’d have to hire help, but decent sized bedrooms and a large kitchen and living room to fill with hearty meals and laughter and love and lifelong memories you’d both treasure.

The tricky thing was you were a Californian – born and raised –, while Chris was… well, a forever Bostonian at heart – no secret there. That’d been one thing neither one of you brought to light when discussing your future. Until one day…

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Into You

A lovely anon requested: hey babe, I’m in love with your imagines you are such a good writter and I was wondering if you could do one with Peter Parker based on the music video of into you by ariana grande, thanks bb”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Heavily implied sexy times, but no smut. Heavily implied cheating.

Word Count: 5, 096

Summary: In their early twenties, Peter Parker and the reader have been life-long friends. The reader has anything everyone could ever want; they went to their dream school, landed their dream job, and have the dream boyfriend. However, he’s not Peter Parker.

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A/N: I watched the music video and I wasn’t sure as to whether or not it was okay to write as an AU so I guess it ended up being semi-AU-ish in the sense that I made him and the reader in their early twenties. I wrote this piece as how I interpreted the storyline of the music video and I hope it turned out okay! It is so much longer than I thought it would be because I’m Way Too Extra ™. 


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Originally posted by juliechavira


Into You by Ariana Grande

You wake up to the sound of soft snores and a slight pounding in your head. When you open your eyes, the light peeking through the worn out curtains is blinding. You immediately shut your eyes as the subtle brightness seems to enhance your headache. It take you a few moments before you build up the courage to let your eyelids peel back again and the light doesn’t seem as harsh anymore.

Once your eyes have been well adjusted, you scan your surroundings without moving another muscle. Your focus wanders from the empty red cups and half-empty packs of candy on the little desk, the cards splayed out on the stained carpet floor, to your clothes that are strewn all over the arm chair, and finally lands on the form next you; the source of the aforementioned soft snores. He has one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close, his face is buried in the pillow with only his soft brown locks peeking out, and the white sheets are gathered around his hips, exposing his toned and bruised back. You smile as memories from the previous night come flooding back.

You hadn’t told each other explicitly, but you sure as hell both felt it. Instead of using words, you used your bodies; passionate kisses, light touches, and clinging to each other like your lives depended on it.

To say that you’re “into him” is the biggest understatement of the century.

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So…. Dear my Monsta X! You made it! Your dream finally came true! And you deserved it oh so very much! I feel so sorry when you say things like you don’t deserve the love you get, or you are sorry that you’re not good enough, you didn’t work hard enough. This is not true! Monbebes are the ones who don’t deserve you. You are the ones saying you’re not giving all in to your performances, but how much more you want to give us? Monbebes are the ones who can’t repay everything you’ve done for us.

I don’t know which part was the saddest: when the sunshine who’s always showing his happy side to us broke down in tears and barely could say a few words. 

Or when Yoo Kihyun couldn’t even hold himself and was on the floor. But slayed that encore stage anyways.

Or when the members we’ve rarely or never seen crying broke down? It hit me hard when even Shownu couldn’t finish his sentences. And Hyungwon was just standing there trying to hold his composure but failing. The way his tears streamed down his face really broke my heart.

Or when reality slowly hit Wonho and I.M? As their smiles slowly turned into tears? 

Or when Jooheon who’s known as one of the most sensitive members had to do the full speach trying to hold himself together?

All of it were heartbreaking. Why? Because these weren’t only tears of joy. These were also tears of regret and sadness. You could see on their faces how they did not believe that they could achieve this. They still lack the confidence to think that they can have many more 1st wins after this one. And the gratitude and love in their eyes. You can see and feel how much they treasure Monbebes.

Dear Hyunwoo! You are the best leader Monsta x could ever have! You’ve been strong in every situation, it’s okay to break down sometimes!

Dear Hoseok who still lacks a lot of confidence! You are the most beautiful boy in and out! You don’t always have to be the MAN! I’m sure not only your fans but your parents are proud of you as well!

Dear Minhyuk who always smiles even during painful times! You always see the positive side in every single little thing. Blieve that you could achieve this prize with all your efforts and stay bright always!

Dear Kihyun! I see every time you come back how much you want to prove that Monsta x is also a top group. Know that your fans were never embarassed to stan a group with no music show wins!

Dear Hyungwon! You are not the best in showing your emotions, right? But we, Monbebes could see all the love and gratitude through your eyes. You are talented enough to be a proud part of Monsta x!

Dear Jooheon! It was hard holding back those tears, right? You put so much effort into promoting Monsta x and giving us the best songs. Keep doing what you love in the future and don’t forget to rest!

Dear Changkyun! You’ve faced a lot of hardships in the beginning, but then you became a part of a family. Your spot in Monsta x is as much well deserved as this first place!

Dear Monbebes! I’m also not good in expressing my feelings, but I’m not only proud of our boys, but of Us too! This first place is ours as well. We’ve been waiting for so long too. There’s a reason to be proud. I’ve never seen a fandom this passionate and hardworking as Monbebes to help our boys live their dreams! Keep up with the good work and share so much more memories together and with Monsta x in the future!

Also a big thanks to Block B, Astro, Hyerin, Yoonho, Youngjae and everyone else who stayed with Monsta x on the stage to congratulate them!

Thank you if you read this awful, cliché, long post, but I have to write out my thoughts and I became emotional. The point is : THANK YOU!

Mark the day 14.11.2017. in your calendars!

drumming song (m)

requestfantasy au ; dark faerie!tae. for @lthyl ♡

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: angst, smut
word count: 7.048
warnings: none.


The shift in the atmosphere is thick and sharp the moment you enter the house. On the outside, there was barely a sound shifting the air — only an unsettling silence as you watched the magnanimous house rising right in front of you, tainted by the stutter of your heart that seemed to want to get out of your chest.

You were nervous, body buzzing before you opened the unlocked door and entered what looked like another dimension. From the outside, you’d guess it was just another abandoned house — with its darkened windows and unkempt garden, jagged walls and gloomy atmosphere; the ghost of a residence that stirred with past lives.

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Watch HOW TO GET YOU DREAM LIFE here.

Living the life you dream about at night before you go to sleep is probably the best thing you can achieve. 

No matter if its sipping cocktails under the caribbean sun all day, owning a million dollar business or just making time for yourself every day - you deserve to live the life you want to live. 

Whereas “making time for yourself every day” sounds a little more realistic to some than “owning a million dollar business”, every dream is worth pursuing. More accurate: You are worthy living your dream

Before I will give you 5 Tips on How To Get What You Want, I’ll tell you why I consider myself in the position to give you some advice on that topic:

I finished school in april 2016 at the age of 19 and had my plan set: saving up for half a year and then travel Indonesia for 6 months with my boyfriend. Afterwards we wanted to move in and start studying. Pretty common plan, one gap year, working, traveling and back to real life (”uni”).

Well, plans changed slightly when me and my boyfriend broke up 3 months before the journey should’ve begun. During those times I struggled in terms of planing my future, everything seemed planned out pretty good - I wasn’t sure if that was most exciting future plan but at least it was safe, “the standard way to go”. 

Anyways, now I needed to reorganise. My plans, myself, everything. Traveling Indonesia - and especially Bali - was always more my dream and I didn’t want to give that up, but traveling solo was a whole other thing. Was I capable of that, is that what I want, do I have enough time to prepare myself, what if something goes wrong, what if I get sick (the list goes on and on and oooon) - long story short I started my trip in april 2017 for 6 weeks. 

It is September 2017 now, I’m sitting here writing this blogpost from North Bondi, Sydney. Its been about 4 months now since I moved to Australia. I have a really nice job, good friends, a gorgeous boyfriend, I live around 10 minutes walking distance away from the beach - I couldn’t ask for more

How did that happen? How did I changed my life and my plans so radically that I’m living my dreamlife right now on the other side of the world? Here are my tips: 

  1. Get clear on what your dream life looks like. Picture it as precise as possible, imagine very detail. See yourself living that life and imagine how it feels. Visualise and shape your dreams so you can start taking direct action towards them.
  2. Screw other peoples opinions about your dreams. Never ever let somebody talk you out of your dreams. Don’t ever listen to the words “thats too big for you” or “thats unrealistic”. Imagine someone who - in your eyes - has reached their goals. Would that person ever give a shit about what other people say about their dreams? No way.
  3. Take an action that brings you closer to your goals every day. Your dream is to be a photographer? Then your action might be to follow all inspiring photographers on instagram, the next day you might learn how to shoot in manual mode, then you might learn how to use photoshop. After that you inform yourself about the best cameras until one day your action is to get this camera etc. At the end of a month you will see: small changes make the biggest difference.
  4. Get out of your comfort zone. This is by far the most important thing and in the end it was the game changer for me. When I was in Bali I fell in love with traveling so much that it wasn’t an option to leave after 6 weeks. I decided to go to australia without any plan. I spent my last money on the flight and the visa and off I went. That didn’t sound like a safe plan, but I took the risk and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. In the end, there is ALWAYS a way. If I’ve learnt one thing from traveling, then it would be that in the end, everything works out. My fav quote: “In order to get something you’ve never had before, you need to do something you’ve never done before.” I assure you, your dreams are worth every risk.
  5. Believe in yourself. I believe that you are worthy and capable of getting everything, really EVERYTHING you want to have. You need to believe in that, too. Be absolutely positive about your plans and stop thinking about “if” you are going to get what you want and rather focus on “when” you are going to get it. Your dream life is out there waiting for you, all you need to do is go for it

I hope that I’ve encouraged you to get up and get what you deserve, I wish you all the best and I know that it will work out for you as it did for me. You can watch that video (and 5 more tips) here. Sending lots of love, you’ll hear from me soon, xx

Being BFF’s with Yugkook

Jungkook best friend au ft. Yugyeom 

  • Being a Kpop Idol yourself and being friends with Jackson first.
  • You’re a ‘98 liner.
  • How you meet:
  • Your group finished performing at MAMA and you all went backstage.
  • GOT7 was there and Jackson went to your group to compliment your performance.
  • Jackson excitedly introduced you to Yugyeom since you’re both the maknae’s of your group.
  • Immediately exchanging phone numbers and hanging out within a week.
  • After a couple months of being close with Yugyeom he accidentally sends you and Jungkook a message in a groupchat.
  • Yugyeom: “Does this look good on me?” *attaches body mirror pic*
  • Jungkook: “You look like you have a mushroom on your head.”
  • Y/N: “Look who’s talking, coconut head.”
  • Jungkook then realizes he wasn’t only texting Yugyeom.
  • Yugyeom also notices the accidental group chat but replies with laughing emojis anyway.
  • You three end up hanging out and going bowling the next day and you make fun of both mushroom and coconut head.
  • A beautiful trio blossoms from there.
  • Fans start to pick up on the three musketeers that have been all over the tabloids for their trio selfies and photographed outings.
  • Yugkook becoming distant after you three begin trending on twitter because they don’t want you to get hate for being friends with them.
  • You telling them off for ignoring your texts and bowling invites and reassuring them that you only care about their friendship and not the hate.
  • Yugkook making it up to you by buying you ice cream and complimenting your newest MV.
  • You calling Yugyeom - Yuggy and Jungkook - Juggy.
  • YOU BEING THE ONLY PERSON TO BE ABLE TO CALL JUNGKOOK OPPA WITHOUT HIM CRINGING.
  • Yugkook teasing you for being a year younger than them.
  • “you’re so small and youthful”
  • “you haven’t even grown out of your baby cheeks yet, aww”
  • *YUGSHOOK AND JUNGSHOOK WHEN YOU DO A SEXY DANCE FOR A PERFORMANCE WITH YOUR GROUP*.
  • Coming down from stage and being met with disapproving looks from Yugkook. 
  • *it gets caught on camera*
  • *fans are beginning to love the trio friendship after this*
  • Yugkook secretly becoming jealous when you pay more attention to the other members.
  • BamBam jokingly telling Yugyeom that you love him more *Yugyeom glaring from the distance*
  • Taehyung wrapping an arm around you as you laugh at a joke he said *Jungkook doing the tongue thing*
  • Yugkook jokingly telling you that you can only be friends with them.
  • You then become annoyed when they start to hangout with your group *but internally shipping the boys with at least one of your members*
  • Interviewer: “Y/N we heard your quite close with Yugyeom from GOT7 and Jungkook from BTS… are they your bias?”
  • Y/N: *dramatically rolls eyes* “MARK AND JIN ARE THE ONLY OPPAS I ACKNOWLEDGE!!1!!1”
  • Yugkook: *choking somewhere in the distance* 
  • How you are at award shows:
  • You becoming nervous when you spot Yugkook in the crowd during your performance but becoming relieved when you see their wide smiles and encouraging thumbs up.
  • You screaming your head off when BTS or GOT7 performs.
  • You trend on twitter later from fan taken pictures of you dancing Jungkook or Yugyeom’s part from your table.
  • #YugkookY/Narefriendshipgoals
  • Hugging each other after a performance or when either group wins an award.
  • After this fan begin to ship you with Yugyeom or Jungkook.
  • You needing to reassure the world that you know too much of Jungkook and Yugyeom and will never date them.
  • Yugkook becoming protective when fans insult you for being friends with them.
  • The three of you fangirling over Big Bang together.
  • You tagging along with the ‘97 liners because Yugkook are always with them.
  • People mistaking you for ‘97 baby because of this.
  • Yugkook picking you up from your dorm to get late night snacks or go bowling.
  • Sometimes they pick you up during the day if they have time and you eat dinner together while talking about your fears and dreams and passions and ON MY LIFE Yugkook can’t hang out with you without ganging up on you and teasing you about whatever.
  • Yugkook not allowing you to date being the protective older brothers they claim to be. (when your dating rule is lifted)
  • Random piggyback rides *usually only Yugyeom does it to Jungkook but sometimes they show you love too*
  • You blushing every time they hug or accidentally touch you 
  • Them “accidentally” touching you to get a reaction from you.
  • You constantly scold them like a mother would to her children.
  • This earns you the nickname “mama Y/N” from fans.
  • When your dating rule is lifted your members begin dating but you stay single earning the nickname from fans: “4eva single maknes”
  • Yugyeom and Jungkook take you on “dates” when you start to feel down about not having a boyfriend.
  • Yugkook reassuring you that being in a relationship isn’t everything.
  • You begin to indulge yourself more in your music and share new written songs with Yugkook who fangirl together over you and your amazing voice.
  • Yugyeom and Jungkook always seeking fashion tips from you.
  • You low key not knowing shit about fashion but telling them what you think the fans would like to see them in.
  • You taking and posting pictures of them while they’re sleeping because “it’s what the fans want”.
  • When either of you are being overworked or stressing out the other two will take said person out dancing or to a movie to relax.
  • The three of you are meme kings/queens.
  • One day Yugyeom calls you noona on accident and you punched him with the strength of a God.
  • *Jungkook records and posts it*
  • fans love the sibling like trio and want more public interactions after this.
  • You making it a point to show affection to Yugkook in public to show your fans that you can have a friendship with the opposite sex.
  • Fans thinking you in person or on social media for making Yugkook happy with your frienship. 
  • *you silently crying bc it’s you who is grateful for Yugkook’s friendship and you pray that you guys stay best friends for ever*.

a/n; I decided to do this because I was daydreaming that I was friends with them lmaoooo. Should I do an actual imagine to this though?

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Final Part)

Summary: Taehyung has proven to you just how much you need each other, now it was time to get Jungkook out of the picture once and for all. 

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 4.7

Warnings: Character death and generally unhealthy relationships and sick minded people. 

Author’s Note: The final sex scene is “inspired” by porn this vid (shoutout to @kitten-dont for exposing my ass)

GIF NOT MINE. CREDIT TO @bwipsul

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part, 5

Tonight was the night.

The metallic heaviness of the blood that was about to be spilled tonight stinging your nose and churning in your stomach. Guilt, that’s what you felt. It wasn’t fair and you knew it. Jungkook may have done a lot of terrible things in his short time on this earth but he certainly didn’t deserve this.

You felt like a traitor, like you were selling out one of your own. You were no better than him. He just happened to take one too many wrong turns that lead to this exact moment.

Serpentine scales crawl all over your skin as you’re reminded that you can’t even pretend to be innocent in all of this when the entire thing hinges on your participation, and you weren’t bowing out.

The rising smell of seared meat fills the room, making the entire would-be butcher scene all the more gruesome.

“Are you sure it’s not burned?” The dead man himself rasped, standing over you and surveying the dinner you were making.



“Yes, Jungkook, now stop hounding me and make yourself useful.” You said in a perfectly normal voice, casual and a bit irritated, just appropriate for the situation. What a wonderful actress you are! “Take that black knife over there and make us a bowl of salad.”

Jungkook does as you tell him, washing the individual vegetables and starting to cut them into little pieces using the knife.

Fool.

It’s getting closer now and soon enough you receive the text you were waiting for.

Your father is home.

You hear the sound of his shitty pickup truck pulling into the driveway. On cue, you jump away from stove and shriek, “Oh, shit, I think the bastard is outside.” You speak of your father, still refusing to call him that. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”

You make him drop the knife on the table and abandon the salad that was never meant to be eaten, then you tug him hurriedly towards your bedroom, just barely dodging your drunken father.

“Man, I was really hungry,” Jungkook grumbles as soon as you close the door behind you.

“Don’t worry he’ll be gone soon. He’s probably here to get more money for beer anyway.” You roll your eyes before fixing Jungkook with a heavy look and say lustily, “But I bet I have something in this room that you can eat.”

Like Pavlov’s dog, he immediately starts drooling at the sound.

Idiot.

“Come here, baby boy. I want you to fuck me so hard, I wouldn’t be able to keep from screaming.”

He’s on you in a second, his kiss pressing you tightly against the door. You let yourself enjoy the kiss. By all means, sex between you and Jungkook shouldn’t be good. He is a selfish lover and so are you, but this past couple of months haven’t been as hellish as you’d thought. You found relief in the fact that you didn’t have to constantly pay attention to his pleasure. He knew how to get what he wanted and so did you. Sex with Jungkook was always a battle that left you drained but mostly sated.

You both had to fight for your pleasure, and sometimes you failed but that only made it that much better when you managed to get it. It felt so natural with him. That was the life you were meant to be living, and you’d begun to get used to it too. Get used to Jungkook’s loud and demanding personality, his reckless and often illegal behavior, his abrasive words and uncaring treatment, all things you repaid with equal fervor, turning them into explosive fights and a few new scars for the both of you, but he remained loyal and he always found his way back to your side.

Jungkook was the more suitable man for you. Someone who knew and shared your history, was good in bed and could protect you. And you soon got caught up in your new routine until Taehyung, seething, told you that it was time to put the plan in motion, and you remembered that you were too greedy to settle for him.

You snake a hand between your tightly pressed bodies and palm him through his pants, “Fuck me.”

“Someone’s eager.” He smirks against your neck. Oh, he had no idea how eager you really were.

“Now, Jungkook.” You demanded. He bites your neck and slips his hand under your tights and panties to cup your pussy, checking to see if you were really ready this fast.

“You’re not even wet.” You could hear the confusion in his voice. You and Jungkook were no strangers to having sex when you weren’t fully ready for him, due to his impatience and your new found fetish for all things rough now that Jungkook was your sub, but during those times you were wet enough to at least enjoy the pain, now you were just plain dry.

“That’s the point. I want it really rough this time.” You drawl, eyes sparkling.

“At least let me eat you out a little first.” His reluctance was evident. You needed to shut it down before he thinks about it too much. This whole thing was time sensitive and you cannot allow him to get you wet or else the whole plan might fail.

“No, just this once I was to feel what it’s like to really be taken by a man.” You run your hands over his arms, not hiding the thrill in your eyes. “Show me what all these muscles are good for.”

“But…”

“Enough! I may be asking you to play the man this time but don’t ever forget who is really in control here. You’ve been chasing after me for months. Don’t make me regret choosing you.”

That shut him up. You only had a fraction of a second to admire the delicious way his jaw clenched before you were thrown on your hands and knees on the bed with Jungkook right behind you.

He didn’t bother pulling your tights down, he just ripped them in half over your ass before you felt the head of his penis against your unyielding entrance.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Taehyung would never have made me repeat myself this–” You didn’t get to finish your sentence because, at the mention of his rival, Jungkook thrust inside you so hard it made you go mute from the pain. He hated when you mentioned Taehyung, the same as the other man hated when you mentioned Jungkook. Men were all the same, no matter if they were strong and rash like Jungkook or smart and needy like Taehyung, and you used it to your advantage now as well as then.

“Move.” It was a ghost of a whisper but somehow Jungkook heard you and he started pumping his length in and out of you, with no small effort on his part. You were entirely too dry and tensed up which bordered on painful even for him.

After a while, you realized that this wasn’t working out, not for the plan but for you. This was your last time with Jungkook and you were too selfish to let it pass without savoring it so you stop him. He gratefully complies only for his face to fall back into dismay when he realizes you’re just changing positions.

Just then a sharp scream is heard from downstairs followed by a thud and a series of pained moans and Jungkook looks around in alarm, “What was that?”

“It’s my piece of shit old man. He must have slipped and hit his head or something. He’s constantly too pissed to function. Forget about him.”

You lie on your back with your legs spread wide then you run your hands over his broad back, pulling the boy close to you until his hot length was lying over your pussy. “Come on, baby boy. I heard all the stories about how you’d wreck the girls brave enough to climb into your bed. I’ve seen girls dare each other to survive a night with you. Show me how cruel you can be. Be a good boy for me.”

That seems to grab his attention and he forgets about the suddenly quiet man downstairs, not that he could’ve been bothered to care long about him anyway. Jungkook wouldn’t care even if the man had cracked his skull and was now lying on the floor bleeding his life away, not when his pleasure was on the line and he had you underneath him ordering him to go as hard as he can.

Fool, Fool.

“Those girls were easily scared. They were used to gentle missionary fucking while the boy whispered romantic bullshit in their ear. They weren’t you.”

“And that’s why you have to go the extra mile to impress me. You have to do things you didn’t even know you were capable of. Prove to me you really deserve me.”

“You narcissistic bitch.” Jungkook spat, pushing himself inside of you and picking up his pace right away. “Why the fuck do I have to keep working to convince you that I deserve you, huh? Just because you had one pathetic suburban boy who wanted to escape his mind-numbingly boring life by slumming it down with you and now you think you’re hotshit? Wake up, ___! You’re trash just like me.”

You grit your teeth, “If I’m trash then why are you so intent on being with me?”

He throws his head back laughing, and you can’t help watching the thick muscles of his neck ripple beneath his skin, “Haven’t you heard? Misery loves company, babe. If I’m doomed to live my life as the scum of society then dammit I deserve a hot piece of ass who would do to me all the twisted things I could ever dream of.”

His expression suddenly turns wrathful and his thrusts become almost too punishing inside your bruised pussy, “And that’s why the Kim bastard should’ve never laid his greedy hands on you. He can’t just get the prize without paying the price.”

Envious and angry though his words they may be, they struck a familiar cord. Those were your exact thoughts just a short while ago when you weren’t thinking big enough. That’s Jungkook’s problem, for all his brazenness, he has never dared to go for the things he coveted so much. That’s what you and Taehyung had in common, and it is this one thing that proved detrimental to Jungkook’s survival.

“Oh, you dumb, pretty boy.” You whisper so faintly you aren’t sure you even said anything but he hears you and it has the desired effect on him. His large hand wraps tightly around your throat, dangerously restricting your air flow and his hips fuck you into the mattress. And yet you’ve never felt more powerful than when you pressed your hand against the chest of the boy hulking over you to find his heart about to burst forward. You couldn’t help getting a little wet but that shouldn’t matter at this point.

“Cum inside me, baby boy. I know you’re dying to.” It doesn’t take much convincing before his release fills you up, the salty fluid hitting your damaged walls and sending pain signals up to awaken your hazy brain.

Jungkook falls on the bed beside you and you don’t give him a second to calm down before you’re yelling at him to go downstairs to turn the stove off, finally acknowledging the burning smell that was gradually filling up the entire house.

“What about your father?”

“He probably left by now, just go! The house is gonna burn down.” You shout and he finally gets up and leaves.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you quickly get out of the room and lock yourself in the bathroom. Putting on a hushed, scared voice you call the police and cry to the operator, “Please help me, he’s killed my father and now he wants to kill me. Please, please, help me!”

You hear footsteps running outside in the hallway and go into the room adjacent to yours and you know that Jungkook has gone into your bedroom to find you. When he realizes you aren’t there he starts searching around for you and shouting your name. You speak more urgently to the woman on the phone, “Please, hurry up. He’s gone crazy!”

Jungkook hears you and tries to open the bathroom door only to find out that it’s locked which makes him even more frantic, and soon he’s pounding on the door, screaming your name, “Open the door, ___. What have you done, you fucking bitch!?”

You scream too, for the woman to save you, “He’s going to break down the door, oh god, he’s going to kill me!”



Things go smoothly from that night on. Smoothly enough to leave a permanent bad taste in your mouth.

The cops arrive minutes after your call to find your father dead in the kitchen from multiple stab wounds. Jungkook himself is found in the hallway after having busted your bathroom door open, delivering punches and kicks to your knocked out and crumpled form in a fit of blind rage after he realized that you had set him up.

It was easy to pin him as the main suspect.

A father catches his daughter in his home with her abusive, thug boyfriend. He strikes up a fight with him, things escalate and the boyfriend kills the father, evidenced by the black kitchen knife found sticking out of the man’s back bearing Jungkook’s fingerprints all over it,  then in his fit of insanity, he drags the daughter upstairs and rapes her, evidenced by her torn clothes, the handprints dug deep into the skin of her neck, and of course the sexual injuries and semen found on her.

The whole town knows Jungkook to be volatile, and it doesn’t help him that the true story of what happened, you having set him up, makes him sound even more unstable, but he really hammered the nail into his own coffin when he rightly declared Taehyung as the accomplice who did the killing while you distracted him.

Despite how painfully right he was, people stopped listening to him after that. There was no way the star student, the pride and joy of this town, could’ve been capable of something like that. Additionally, people were highly suspicious of Jungkook trying to implicate Taehyung in this, seeing as they had seen Jungkook beating up Taehyung on multiple occasions before.

The police still questioned him, that for sure, but it was only for show, and they accepted Nayeon’s word about him being with her on that night as his alibi, especially that there was no evidence of him being at the scene of the crime when it happened, Taehyung was meticulous about that. After all, who would you believe, the fucked up son of a druggie mother and an alcoholic abusive father or the two most loved kids in the whole town? Jungkook probably lashed out against your father because he reminded him of his own, or so they say.

The Jeon family couldn’t afford a lawyer, not that they cared to, so he was represented by a public defender. The only time one of Jungkook’s parent’s visited him in jail was when his father went by to hurl insults at his incarcerated son for making the town’s people harass them for raising a murderous child. To them, this whole trial was an inconvenience and a headache. They left town even before the final sentence was announced.

All of that passed by in a blur to you, but one thing didn’t. One thing you’d never let yourself forget, and it was how your image in the eye of the town had drastically changed overnight. Suddenly they’d forgotten all the shitty things they used to call you and how badly they used to treat you. Now you were the sweet girl who was so misunderstood, in so much pain, who fell prey to a dangerous man who took her father away from her and almost took her will to live, if not her life.

But let’s not forget the heroic rule the golden pair, Taehyung and Nayeon, played in saving that poor girl. After the ridiculous accusation from Jungkook, Taehyung and Nayeon grew closer to the poor girl. They bonded together in their need to survive such a senseless tragedy, and the two, ever selfless teens guided the poor girl through her dark time.

Taehyung’s parents approved of this new development despite their not-so-subtle hatred of you in the past. Now that being friends with you meant that their son was the hero of the town, they treated you like a long lost daughter.

And so that’s how it went, you, Taehyung and Nayeon, the three of you prevailing despite it all until the sentence was announced. A life sentence without possibility parole. Justice has been served.

They never even gave him a chance.

You cried for him that night. For the boy who deserved just as much and as little as you did, but who landed himself right into the hands of the beast. Taehyung thought they were tears of happiness. It was the first time he had ever read you wrong.

But it was over, you had made your choice, and there were bound to be losses either way.

The star student laid beneath you that night, like he did countless times before, only this time the dark chocolate of his brown eyes didn’t hint of the sweetness of his soul like you had always thought, instead, it was just darkness, no chocolate. And his voice, released in sobs of pleasure, echoed around the room enough times that the sinister whispers hidden underneath the depth of his honey voice were magnified as they reverberated between the walls and were hurled at you.

You fall on the bed and pull him up, switching your positions and looking up at him expectantly.

“I can’t, please. Let me calm down.”

“But I want to feel your cock inside of me. Right. Now.” You grasp the base of his cock in your hand, trying to stave off his orgasm while simultaneously arching your back and pushing your chest against him, your eyes holding his and screaming of lust. “I’m tired of denying myself of you. You’ve earned this. Now take your reward.”

You bring you knees further upwards on the bed, spreading your legs wider, and you could see him practically salivating at the sight.

“But I’ll cum the second I put it in.”

“Then you’ll just have to make sure you do it outside because if you cum inside of me, this will be the last time I ever let your dick near my pussy again.”

Taehyung was shaking above you, glowing with sweat. How can you ask such an impossible task of him? He’d been dreaming of this moment since you’d first cornered him in a classroom and made him go down on you. He’d seen all the pain that you’d been through, watched helpless as your father abused you and the town tore you down but now he has finally proven his worth to you, and seeing the way you were so readily offering yourself to him, body yellow with the healing of the last bruises you’ll ever receive and bones slowly receding from your previously malnourished body, he takes a deep breath and commends himself for even lasting this long.

He pushes slowly inside of you and you arch further into him, fingers and toes curling and a long whine escaping your lips as you finally feel the drag of his cock along your walls. Your mind is wiped blank and you can’t remember a time when Taehyung’s dick didn’t fill you up and you didn’t feel this mind-searing pleasure.

Which makes it all the more maddening when he only manages a couple of thrusts before he is pulling out and whimpering in your ear, “I’ll cum. I’ll cum, oh god!”

You pull on the leash in your hand, tightening the collar around his throat and he chokes, “Isn’t this what you’ve always begged me for? Now that you have it, you’re going to pussy out? Are you a fucking virgin? Didn’t I train you so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself like this?”

Tears start escaping Taehyung’s eyes, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a disappointment. It’s just that no matter how many times you touch me, it never gets easier.”

You soften at his sincere words and loosen the punishing choke of the collar around his throat, “It’s ok, puppy. I’m just tense because you felt really good inside of me. I thought you charmed Nayeon by your pretty cock and your pretty face but you feel so so good puppy. I need more. Can you give it to me?”

Taehyung curses and wills himself to gather all the self-control and stamina he’s built over the months he’s known you then, putting on his best iron resolves, he begins to fuck into you again, and this time he lasts much longer.


This time you get a couple of minutes of mind-blowing fucking. Taehyung surely picked up a few tricks over his time with Nayeon and Jungkook and who knows who else. He did all he could to get you to cum before he did, from groping your breasts to rubbing your clit
to kissing every sensitive spot on your body, and he was helped greatly by the mere fact that you were attracted to him like no other boy before and every single noise he let out made you lose your mind… but still he was farther gone than you were and soon he was almost collapsing on you because he was using both of his hands to stop his orgasm.

“It’s ok, baby, shhh.” You run your hands gently across his back, feeling the vibrations from the mix of sobs and moans that were shaking through his body like an earthquake.

“I c-can’t do it. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s ok, baby. You did so good already. You made me feel so good. You’re such a good boy.” You hum to him and wait for him to calm down then you pull him up to face you, “I want you to cum baby. Get it all out so you can relax then you can fuck me again and give me what I want. Ok, baby?”

“Ok.”

“But remember no cumming inside of me.”

He swallows and nods, positioning the head of his cock against your entrance and pushes in, thrusting a few times before he pulls back and grabs himself, reading to stroke himself off the edge, but you slap his hand away, “No, you’ll cum only from my pussy. Or is it not good enough for you?” You challenge.

“No, it’s fucking perfect.” Taehyung rushes to clarify even though he knows you were just fucking with him. You know how hard it is for him to cum using your pussy but not cumming inside it and not touching himself, but did he really expect anything less from you?

You watch him as he tries several times to thrust into you and pull back to try to cum outside your pussy, only to fail and try again, all the while moaning and whimpering for you to help him, but the sight was too delicious for you to have mercy on him.

But the tantalizing push and stretch of his cock inside of you and the way he would rub the head of his cock against your clit when he pulls back to whine and beg for you with his big puppy eyes and his tongue almost hanging outside his mouth to constantly wet and bite his lips, has you as frustrated as him in no time.

So when his thrusts turn shallow with only the head of his cock teasing in and out of your entrance and he’s begging you to “Please, make me cum, make me cum, please, please”. You push him off of you and drag your nails along his thighs, leaving bright red marks in their wake, “I won’t make you cum, Taehyung. You’ll obey me and do it yourself. I want to watch you cum without anything touching your pretty cock. I want to see you cum just to sound of my voice. I want you to prove one last time how whipped you are for me. You can do that can’t you, puppy? Yeah, be good and cum for me. Now.”

Finally, his hips shoot upwards and a long stream of cum shoots out of his cock.  He freezes in place, only his hips working up and down as his load is tortuously milked out of him. The moment he begins to calm down, you push him down to lie back on the bed and straddle him, sitting on his softening cock and riding him, rapidly bringing it back to life.

“Ah, fuck, fuck!” Taehyung screams from the overstimulation but he doesn’t protest. He’s been through this dozens of times before and soon enough the pleasure starts to kick in again, and the pain is entirely replaced by bliss from the fact that you’re finally fully fucking him.  Your pace is wild as you feel the full push of his cock into you, and you lean back so the head of his cock can hit you in just the right place.

You look at Taehyung and you find him staring down at the place where you are joined, you follow his gaze and you see white strings of his cum being formed every time you slam into his pelvis then stretched and broken as you bounce up. “Do you like this, puppy? You like seeing your cum on me?”

“Yes, ___. It feels right.” He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. “Doesn’t it?”

You lean down and capture his lips in a hungry kiss. It was wet and messy but the feel of his tongue in your mouth goes straight to your core, and your orgasm shoots through you unexpectedly.

“Yes, Tae, baby” You grunt against his lips, “It feels right.”

You slip his drenched cock out of you and start rapidly stroking him until he spasms into your hand. His seed feels way too hot in your hands and you can see that his bangs were completely soaked with sweat so you brush them aside and press a kiss to his forehead, whispering, “It feels just right.”


The night of the verdict was your first in a long time with Taehyung and your last. You hadn’t been able to be together in that way under such intense scrutiny but today you were allowed a reprieve from the watchful eyes. A day to process all that you’ve been through, they said. They didn’t like that you were spending it in your house where the crime happened, but you had insisted saying it would give you closure before you’re set to leave a few days later, far away from this town and looking for a fresh start.

Taehyung would follow you at the start of the new school year, that was the plan. He’d apply for a college near you and you’d be together at last. Taehyung would gradually distance himself from his parents until the only contact left between them are holiday visits and birthday calls.

There was only one loose end, Nayeon.

As you stare at the boy in your arms, the killer humming contently in that deep timbre of his and nuzzling into your chest, you’re reminded of a misbehaved dog cuddling up to his master, and you can’t help but wonder is it the dog’s fault if he lashes out and murders someone, is it an inherent fault in him or is it the master’s fault for not reigning in his violent nature?

“I’m worried about Nayeon.”

“We’ve been through this, ___. She doesn’t know anything. All she knows is that I went out to get something and that coincidently that happened at the same time of the crime. She’s already testified that I’ve never left her house. Stop worrying.”

“What if she retracts her statement. I don’t feel safe knowing that she knows even that little. I can’t let her ruin all that we’ve worked for. I can’t let her take you away from me.”

Taehyung looks up and studies you for a second before smiling peacefully, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of her.”


Author’s Note: I honestly feel sorry for Jungkook. I think I got into the character of the OC too much :’D

Anyway, let me know what you guys think of the ending :) I hope I didn’t rush this too much and that it’s actually coherent.