#especially because idek what i’m recovering from

[fakevariety]

i hate recovery :(

[sneverussape]

with friends like these

oneshot, 3300+ words. unbeta-ed because i really only wanted to write an angsty-ish brotp snucius (although technically this has minerva in it more than snape because um he’s already dead in this), and it turned out to be a character exploration type thing idek

summary: “Headmistress McGonagall, I am requesting that he be buried on my family estate.”

-- It was with newfound purpose that Lucius Malfoy found himself apparating just beyond the wards of Hogwarts, with full intent of storming the castle and not leaving without having his demands met. He stalked heavily towards the nearest entrance, cane forgotten, as he resolutely ignored the sight of the half-ruined structure that loomed at him over the craggy hilltop, the relic seemingly taunting him for his sins. Christ, Malfoy! The deep baritone that haunted his dreams and waking moments rose automatically to the forefront of his thoughts. What’s got your knickers in a twist? The sound of the heel of his boots ringing against the castle’s stone floors were loud enough to drown out the ghosts that resided in his head. It was also joined by the general cacophony taking place inside: classes were still taking place while renovations still went underway, and students, staff, as well as what seemed to be a significant percentage of Britain’s wizarding population were milling about the corridors, elbow-deep in activity. Several aurors that he recognized turned their heads as he walked past, but Lucius made no effort to acknowledge them. He came here for one purpose and one purpose alone, and by Merlin he was going to see it through no matter what it took. He regarded himself as fortunate when he saw the target of his ire just outside the Headmaster’s old office, conversing with Shacklebolt—Minister Shacklebolt, the voice in his head tutted—and with a confidence that he hadn’t felt in many months, he managed to incline his head at them in greeting as they turned towards him as he approached. “Minister,” he greeted Shacklebolt, before turning to Minerva McGonagall, who looked at him as though he were an insect that she wanted to scrape off the sole of her boot. Lucius deftly ignored the expression and instead gave her a curt nod. “Headmistress. May I have a word?” His tone brooked no request and he was sure both Shacklebolt and Minerva had noticed. The Minister looked at him impassively. “On what matters, Malfoy?” he asked, equally obstinate, and Lucius had to restrain himself in order to not sneer. “I believe anything to do with your contributions to the castle’s renovations as well as any reparations to the war victims has to go through me, not the headmistress.” “I’m afraid it’s personal, Minister.” Lucius’ jaw hurt as he forced a smile. “It’s on the topic of…family.” Family! The bark of a laugh that resounded in his head made him startle. You’re having me on! Lucius nearly growled at his lapse of control. Both Shacklebolt and Minerva were now staring at him with a critical expression, quite likely debating about the possibility of him being unsound. “Family, you say, Lord Malfoy?” Minerva echoed, and although the witch looked like she had aged a century in the handful of months that had passed since the Dark L—Voldemort had been defeated, her voice still held an undercurrent of steel, sharpened to a point like a goblin-made blade. She knew, he sensed, that what he was going to ask from her was no trivial matter. “Minerva—” Shacklebolt started protesting, but Lucius beat him to the quick. “You may keep my wand for the duration of my meeting the Headmistress, Minister, if it suits.” He unsheathed his wand, brand new and unfamiliar, and offered it to Shacklebolt, who looked at him as though he had just offered himself up to a Dementor’s Kiss. Lucius of course understood the reaction, but it also only confirmed to him how little people thought of him, and the lengths he would go to obtain what he wanted. Pitiable fools. He goaded a bit more: “You may also inspect my person to ensure I do not carry additional weapons or wands. Perhaps a little Veritaserum afterwards—” “Enough.” Shacklebolt held up his hand then took Lucius’ wand with the other, gripping it with more force than necessary. His face had darkened at the mention of Veritaserum, which was a little-known sore point between Shacklebolt and his many heavy-handed aurors, and Lucius would have known of course, from personal experience. “We’ve little time for theatrics, Malfoy, so I would be grateful if you started and concluded this matter of yours with Minerva as quickly as possible.” Lucius nodded. “Of course, Minister,” he said, before turning to meet Minerva with a purposeful stare. She inclined her head and led the way towards the staircase, muttering a password too low for him to catch. The stairs appeared with a low grinding sound that made Lucius clench his jaw. She gestured at him wordlessly to follow. “Now,” Minerva said before they were barely within the confines of the Headmistress’ office, “Lucius Malfoy, I don’t know what game you’re playing at but I’m of the opinion that this is not about your son—” “It’s Severus.” His name tasted bitter and thick on his tongue, like blood, and Lucius’ anger that had awakened since the precise moment that morning when he had read the Prophet started to once more smolder as soon as he was face-to-face with the damnable witch. He released a pent-up breath through his nostrils as he stated the next few words: “Headmistress McGonagall, I am requesting that he be buried on my family estate.” Minerva had already gone pale at the mention of his name, but the succeeding statement leached out all the remaining color in her face. He doubted he could have elicited the same reaction even if he had held her at wandpoint, and the sight gave Lucius the familiar stirrings of satisfaction. The Headmistress, however, was able to recover swiftly, her composure returning as though it was as simple as shedding a cloak. “Professor Snape,” she began, and it was with much annoyance for Lucius to realize that her voice did not so much as shake, when his own felt like caving in whenever he even attempted to say his name, “had explicitly stated—” “That is a lie!” The thin veneer of Lucius patience cracked, and he could feel as his anger grew, enough to stoke his magic enough that it threatened to spill over despite the lack of a wand. The various glass ornaments on the shelves surrounding them trembled, the glass and metal tinkling softly in the still air. Careful, Malfoy, the soft voice now taunted, testing his limits. Careful… Lucius tried again. He would not lose control. Not for this. “Headmistress. With all due respect, I believe Severus would have more likely requested he be incinerated on the spot than be buried on Hogwarts grounds.” Minerva looked as though she wanted to hex him. “To be buried here on the grounds was a mutual decision made by the Minister and the rest of the staff, as he was the headmaster at the time of his death. He was also laid to rest beside Albus Dumbledore, who was his friend—” “I was his friend!” he thundered. The word made Lucius’ stomach turn, enough to make him want to be violently ill. His temper, carefully hidden away after so many months of questioning, of trials, of him burying his pride and family honor, all for the sake of his family’s survival, came rushing forth. He was seething, enraged at Minerva’s presumptuousness, at her utter damnable gall. “Albus Dumbledore only noticed him after he proved himself useful, but before that had seen nothing but barely a wisp of a boy. He was such a little savage that you would not care to look twice at him. But he was my…” He couldn’t bear saying the word again; it seemed to barely capture what they had had and what they had been through, and so he let the choked pause speak for itself. “I’d known him since he was eleven. I was his prefect…for Merlin’s sake, I tutored him! Think what you want of me, Minerva, but Severus….” He cleared his throat but found he was unable to say any more; his lips were trembling, and he clamped them together in a fit of desperation. Had he brought his cane he would have been gripping it by now. As it was, he had to resort to clenching his hands into fists behind his back. Across from where he stood, the Headmistress surveyed him with an odd expression, as though she was debating on the merits of having him summoned by St. Mungo’s for a thorough examination.  “We should have been consulted…Merlin, we should have been told!” Lucius concluded bitterly, not able to find it in himself to accept that no one had deigned to tell them of the memorial service that had taken place before the term had even started, and he had been left to find out through the thrice-damned Prophet a month after it had already occurred. He was insulted beyond all rational thought. “I will not leave until you grant me this request.” He would not beg. No, he would demand it. It was the least he could do, for Severus’ pride and dignity as much as his own. “I was not aware you and Severus had had any sort of…friendship.” Minerva told him, her tone flat. “He was not very forthcoming regarding such information, and had we known…” Lucius almost laughed. He would not be swayed by such platitudes, especially coming from a Gryffindor witch, no matter that she had, once upon a time, been a close colleague to his own father. “You would not have cared to inform us, at any rate, and Slytherins have long kept our circles intimate so any news of our friendship would not have been spoken about outside of it,” he said coolly. “However, as it stands, Professor Snape was…very dear to Narcissa and Draco and myself, and I would rather he be…laid to rest…where he would be safe, rather than have his grave be vandalized by hooligans—” Minerva gave him a pointed look. “And I suppose the Malfoy estate where Voldemort had resided for months would be a haven for him?” The voice in his head cackled, a rich carefree sound that Lucius had not heard in decades. “The Dark—Voldemort did not have full use of the grounds,” he found himself retorting, his face suddenly hot at having been so easily outwitted, and the fact that Minerva did not even flinch at saying his former master’s name. Damn it all to Hades. “Severus can be laid to rest in Narcissa’s garden, near the greenhouse where he planted his potions ingredients to his heart’s content.” This bit of information seemed to interest the Headmistress. “Severus had…what? He planted potions ingredients on Malfoy grounds?” “He had control of an entire greenhouse.” Lucius could not help keeping the haughty tone from his voice, her curiosity having given him an opportunity to gain leverage over the conversation. If he had to prove his claim over Severus, then so be it. “It’s been overrun by his vegetation since before Draco was barely a twinkle in his mother’s eye. No one but him was allowed inside. One of the bedrooms in the Manor is also his. He used to spend the summer holidays there, and on occasion, the Yule holidays as well. He used to play Quidditch with Narcissa on the pitch, then eventually it was the three of them with Draco. That little whelp had read nearly the entire Malfoy library. For Merlin’s sake, he has a personal house elf at the Manor—” Had. The voice was quiet now. Not that I never appreciated it, Malfoy, but then you were always a showy git… Lucius blinked rapidly as his eyes burned. He suspected dust…the entire office must not have been cleaned in months. He was surprised that when he next glanced at Minerva, her expression had changed completely. It had closed off, as though she was attempting very hard to not let her true feelings come to the surface. “If you need proof, I would be willing to…share my memories,” Lucius offered as a final attempt, although it rankled him to do so. He had had enough aurors and members of the Wizengamot poking around in his mind and memories to last five lifetimes, but it was a small price to pay in exchange for what he was asking for. “That would not be necessary,” the Headmistress said curtly. “Inasmuch as we have never really seen eye to eye, Lord Malfoy, I would be glad to take you at your word, especially when it comes to a man whom we both had seen as a friend. After all, you have absolutely nothing to gain from this unexpected demand, except perhaps the assuaging of your apparent guilt.” Her words made him feel as though she had physically struck him, and his ire increased tenfold. Once more, the shelves surrounding them tinkled and trembled. “We did not bury him here, however.” The shuddering that had been starting to build up in the room ceased and the room plunged into a filled silence. “What?” Lucius croaked. He wondered if he had gotten it all wrong then. Perhaps Severus was alive…? He would not put it past the whelp to figure out some way to cheat death… “He is very much gone, Lord Mal—Lucius.” Minerva’s tone had changed, and Lucius realized that he had spoken aloud. His face colored at the realization. “I am quite aware!” he snapped, although he could not deny the horrible emptiness that came with the snuffing out of that latest hope. Severus was gone. He had seen the body for all of twenty seconds before the aurors had taken him away. Since that moment, he had barely slept and had taken to eating only a necessary amount to not collapse during the long hours of questioning he had had to endure. It had almost been automatic, the steps to ensure his and his family’s survival, but it did nothing to quell the voice in his head. That was, until he’d seen the headline stating SEVERUS SNAPE GIVEN HERO’S BURIAL that morning, which he’d promptly reduced to ashes into his half-empty teacup. Hogwarts did not deserve Severus. Albus Dumbledore certainly had not. Severus had owed them nothing but had given them everything, had gone out of his way to put himself in the line of fire even when Lucius had told him repeatedly to be a face in the crowd, you must protect yourself first and foremost and the insufferable boy had gone and done the exact opposite. “Do you regret it?” Minerva asked him, and Lucius knew that if he had had his wand the witch would have wished she had never opened her accursed mouth. Just what more did these people want from him? He had told the Ministry, the aurors, even the Potter boy everything! He had contributed considerable sums for war repairs and reparations. He had given them names of other Death Eaters, none of whom he had particularly cared for anyway, and if they had been imbecilic enough to get caught and deny all of their known involvement, then that would hardly be on his conscience. He cared for little and for few. You sad bastard. The voice sounded amused. All that money and nothing to show for it, apart from a small family made from glass and a filthy half-blood brat with a filthy mouth… “I have never felt a loss this deep,” Lucius replied with much difficulty, which was the most he would allow. His pride may have been shattered, but he would not admit any of his true feelings in detail, especially not to the Gryffindor Head of House. A former version of himself would have gone apoplectic with rage had he known this would have taken place at any point in the distant future, but now…so many had been lost, Severus included, and the blood on his hands stained everything he touched. The Headmistress regarded him for a long moment, as though deciding on what to say next. “We did not bury him here,” she finally stated, and this time her voice was tight. “I regarded Severus as a friend, and occasionally we would have private conversations about…matters. In a rare moment of vulnerability, he had once expressed to me his wishes…should he not see the end of the war.” Lucius felt all at once enraged and betrayed. “And?” he asked, attempting to put on a mask of indifference, although he couldn’t help his lips from curling in distaste. He needed to know what they had done. Had they thrown him into the sea? Had they given him an unmarked grave somewhere in the Hebrides? “We did not bury him at all.” Minerva said, looking all at once despairing and yet triumphant. Her eyes glistened, pinning Lucius where he stood. “He had wished not to, because he was afraid…of people desecrating his grave, or not letting him rest. He stated that he wanted to be burned, for practicality’s sake.” This time Lucius laughed. Trust the little bastard to have proven one of his rare jokes right! “You cast Incendio on him then?” he asked, his tone sharper than expected. He felt ill and hollow. “That must have been a laugh since he had never been liked by your crowd…” Minerva looked at him heatedly. “We performed the Liberi ritual, of course. Two weeks after the battle, but we had told no one else. The staff had attended. The Minister and Mr. Potter had also been there, of course, but if I had known…” Something that looked like regret flashed in her eyes. “Forgive me, Lucius. I would have had you there, had I known. I would have ensured it.” “Liberi…” Lucius’ knees felt weak and as if all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. It was what they had done as well for his father, and what he would have done for Severus himself, had he been granted the opportunity. “You built a pyre? You followed the preparation rituals? Did you cast it properly?” “Horace was the only pureblood in attendance and ensured we did everything correctly. Hagrid built the pyre. I prepared the body myself. It helped we were all feeling no small amount of guilt for…everything.” Minerva said, and Lucius was momentarily curious but allowed her her privacy. They all had their ghosts. He knew about that most of all. “But the burial…?” he asked, although he already knew the answer. “It was a ruse.” “Yes. And we decided that we also still needed a physical memorial at any rate, but that the safest place would be on Hogwarts grounds. There is a frightening amount of wards on both the graves, especially after Voldemort saw to desecrating one himself.” This time, the name barely registered. Lucius gave a definitive nod. “I apologise I would not be able to acquiesce to your request, Lord Malfoy.” Minerva reverted to formality, signaling their conversation to be at an end. No matter. He had gotten what he had come for. He had gotten more than what he could have asked for. He gave the Headmistress a small formal bow. “You have my gratitude.” Minerva seemed to stiffen. “He was my dear friend as he was yours. I am…deeply sorry for your loss.” Lucius pondered for a moment if he should return the sentiment, for he knew the Headmistress had lost dozens of others apart from Severus, but he decided he could not bring himself to care. He nodded again and Minerva accepted, leading him back towards the door out of the offices. If you were still considering a plot for my grave at the estate, I would prefer it to be in the greenhouse rather than out of it. It should be great fun for you and Cissa, entangling the wards. I can’t assure your ridiculous hair will be safe from it, however... For the first time in many months, Lucius found it in him to smirk in amusement as the voice rambled on.

[hongism]

risky - p.jimin 18+

➻ pairing: jimin x reader

➻ wc: 2.3k im so sorry

➻ genre: fluffy crackhead flirting n smut

➻ rating: nsfw

➻ warnings: public fingering, fingering with rings on, risque~, alcohol involved

➻ summary: you meet jimin in a bar and try to hit on him. it doesn’t end how you thought it would.

➻ @yolokoo​ asked:

“HEOLO CALYSPOA I WOULD LIKE JIMIN AND COCK(tail) AND HOT COCHOLCATE PLEASE MISS”

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➻ @jintobean​ asked:

“hewwo mIGHT I HAVE SOME WINE AND VODKA FOR mishter jimin where y/n is hitting on him but he’s clueless and thinks y/n is a waiter or something absurd and somehow he ends up liking her and complains that she never made a move. ILY THANK YOU”

➻ a/n: y’all im so sorry idek what happened i have nothing to say for myself tbh

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“Hey, come here often?” You greet with a surprising amount of confidence exuding from your figure. You place one hand on the table, leaning over to look at the man with peach-colored hair. His features are even more stunning up close like this, and you cannot believe that your friend convinced you to do this. You blame the alcohol current running through your system; liquid confidence as some would call it. You have to agree with that statement now, because if you were one hundred percent sober you never would have walked over to this table in the first place.

“O-Oh, not really,” the man stutters in response. A pretty blush paints his round cheeks, a rosy hue that glimmers under the bar’s yellow lights. A wave of arousal rushes to your core just from the sight of the man blushing, and you again blame the damn alcohol in your system.

“That’s such a shame. I was hoping you could show me around some.” You pout and pull your arm off the table to glance at his tablemates. There are two other men with him, although they are far too preoccupied with the drinks in front of them to notice you. The pretty boy laughs, a nervous sound that dies in the din of the bar within moments.

“Co-Could I get some water?” He inquires. “Maybe?”

You don’t know what you’re doing when you say yes. You don’t work here. Hell, you’ve never even been here before. You aren’t wearing any sort of uniform either, but the man must be too tipsy himself to realize that fact. So, in your tipsy state, you agree and spin on your heel to head back to the bar for his requested water.

“Two waters please, bartender,” you request once you reach the wood. Part of you hopes that the man is watching your backside as you move. A one-night stand with the likes of a man that attractive is far too tantalizing for you to pass up, and you can only hope that he feels the same way about you. The bartender passes the drinks your way, and you snatch them up with a bright smile. As you walk back over to the peach haired man, you shoot a wink over to where your friends sit, watching from a distance as you shoot your shot.

“T-Thank you,” the man says as you place one of the waters in front of him.

“Can I join you?” You ask all of a sudden, motioning towards the empty space beside him. The man blinks up at you, and confusion shines clearly on his features. You don’t give him much opportunity to stay confused because you slide across the booth to be beside him. “I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“Oh, uh, Jimin. Park Jimin. Do you – I-I’m sorry, but do you work here?”

“Do I…” You trail off. It’s your turn to be confused and you aren’t sure how this miscommunication started when all you did was try to flirt with the man. “What? No. Uh, it’s my first time ever coming here.”

“Oh! Damn, I-I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no! It’s totally okay. I’ve been mistaken for worse things than waitress.” You wink as you say the words, and Jimin’s eyes widen as your implications shine through.

“Ah, well, I understand that feeling. Sometimes they aren’t far from the truth though.” Jimin’s words slur a little as he guzzles some water. You watch his Adam’s Apple bop as he swallows, almost wanting to reach out and drag your fingers over the small bulge. You resist thankfully; it would be a terribly strange thing to do especially when he has two friends sitting directly across the table.

“What do you mean?” You ask instead, trying to divert the conversation so that you don’t have to think about touching his milky white skin.

“I’m a male stripper,” Jimin says as though it’s the most casual thing in the world. You choke on air at first then try to recover by gulping down some water, only to choke on that as well. Jimin glances over at you, concern shining clearly in his eyes. “A-Are you okay?” He reaches out to touch your shoulder, fingers meeting bare skin, and it’s like a thousand little jolts of electricity shoot through your whole body. You recover from the coughing fit to stare at him in wonder.

“You – you’re a stripper? I…wow, I never would’ve guessed.”

Jimin all but cackles upon hearing your words. “What on earth makes you say that?”

You flush as his gaze falls over you, a sudden heat to his eyes that has you melting already.

“Y-You just seem… you seem a bit shy.” All the confidence you had earlier dissipates, blown away in the wind by Jimin’s newly revealed nature. His full lips curl into a smirk. It’s almost like he’s treating your interaction like a game, a predator hunting its prey and toying with it before the final meal. Jimin drops a hand to the table and lets it linger near his glass of water. His fingers drum against the wood in no particular rhythm but it feels like your heart is racing along to the same beat.

“Shy, huh? I get that a lot. Many people think that of me prior to seeing me in action.”

“Se-Seeing you in action? Yea, yea, stripping. Yea. In action.” You struggle to get the words out, clothes feeling ten times tighter now, and you press your thighs together at the thought of seeing Jimin in action.

“You’re so cute. Girls like you are so easy to read.” Jimin chuckles and brings a finger under your chin. He lifts it ever so slightly yet you follow the motion like a dog being given a treat. Hot breath ghosts over your lips as he leans closer to you. Just when you think his lips are going to brush over yours, he ducks past your mouth and touches the shell of your ear with his lips instead. “So easy to get hot and bothered with only the slightest glance. It’s adorable.”

You swallow roughly, unable to formulate any proper words. Jimin continues to mouth at your ear. His breath cascades over your skin and causes chills to run down your spine.

“You were so confident when you came to the table, baby girl.” A wave of heat rushes to your core. You clench your thighs together so hard that it hurts but Jimin doesn’t relent. “Where did all that confidence go?” His tongue darts out and drags across your ear. You feel the ball of a piercing running over your skin and have to suppress a moan at the idea of Jimin having a tongue piercing.

One of Jimin’s hands snakes down from the table and hesitates over your thigh.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice almost husky. You give a subtle nod. You’re far too wary of the two men sitting across the table. While they don’t seem interested in what you and Jimin are doing, you know that could change in the blink of an eye, and you don’t want to risk them seeing you in this state. Still, you have to admit that there is a certain rush to being caught with Jimin’s hand rushing up your thigh. “Words, baby girl. I can’t read your mind.”

“Yes,” you whisper as quietly as you can. Jimin’s fingers clench around your thigh once you mutter the word, cold metal from his rings a sharp contrast to the warmth of his fingers. You whimper ever so slightly. Jimin picks up on it, a low chuckle passing through his lips as he watches you squirm under his touch.

“God, you’re so adorable when flustered like this,” he hisses against your ear. As he speaks, his hand travels further up your thigh, slipping under the material of your dress to find the source of your arousal. His fingers brush over the damp spot on your underwear, and you release another small noise. “I want to see you unravel under my touch.”

Your teeth sink into your quivering lip, trying to keep any further sounds at bay. Embarrassment burns at your skin, and Jimin’s touch persists, dragging over the damp spot with the lightest pressure. It’s enough to be teasing and cause small shocks of pleasure to radiate from your core every once in a while.

All of a sudden Jimin sits back and reaches for his water with his free hand. The other one pushes your panties to the side, revealing your sopping core. He doesn’t hesitate in dipping his fingers into your heat and pushes past the thick strands of arousal to reach your hole. All the while, he sips at his water as though nothing else is going on. Once he takes a large gulp, he faces you again, this time with a teasing smirk to his lips.

“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?” He asks. Your eyes widen in shock at the question, baffled that he even wants to attempt conversation while his fingers are in your pussy like this. You neglect to respond for a few moments. Jimin’s lips curve down ever so slightly, and his fingers pull away from your heat. You desperately try to keep them in place with your own but he swats your hand away before you can. A high-pitched whine escapes you. Jimin’s eyes grow darker as lust washes over him.

“I-I, uh, I’m–” You can barely speak because as soon as you begin to, Jimin’s fingers push back against your core, one finger dipping into you while his ringed thumb toys at your clit. “I work at a clothing store. Retail. I’m in graduate school full-time.”

“Ah, a smart woman.” Jimin smiles. He turns to the men sitting across the table as he drags his ring over your clit in small circular motions. “Guys, this is Y/N. I think you both were too preoccupied with your drinks to meet her.”

You can’t believe that he’s introducing you while he is knuckle deep in your pussy, but it’s painfully obvious that he intends to carry out an entire conversation while like this just based upon the persistence of his touch.

“H-Hi,” you manage to stutter out. You cannot bear to look the two men in the eye, the burning shame of what’s going on under the table too much to handle.

“What did you say you were studying at graduate school, Y/N?” Jimin asks. He tilts his head in your direction. A playful gleam flashes across his eyes as he pushes a second finger into your core. The curve of his rings drags against your walls, and you instinctively clench around him.

“U-Uh, biology. I’m doing – studying biology.”

“Oh wow! That sounds super neat!” One of Jimin’s companions says, a broad smile stretching across his lips. You mean to respond with a smile of your own but the moment your lips part, Jimin curls his fingers in you and draws out a faint whine. You bite down on your tongue so hard that you think you might bleed. Neither man across the table comments, leading you to believe that they either didn’t notice or are choosing not to embarrass you in the open like this.

You can see Jimin’s lips curling into another devilish smirk as he hears your small noise. He curls his fingers even more, brushing against your sweet spot. He knows that he’s hit it by the way your breath hitches.

“So what do you wanna do with biology? Do you have any plans yet?” The same man persists in talking to you yet you want to do anything except talking at the moment because Jimin is bringing you closer and closer to the edge with his ministrations.

“I, uh, just you know…” You trail off to swallow roughly. Jimin’s fingers continue to fuck into you. “I w-wanna do something in the marine biology field! But if that doesn’t work out I’m u-using biology as a safety – ah, a safety net.” You nearly squeal as you conclude your sentence. Jimin brings you closer and closer to an orgasm, and you can almost taste it. It’s dangling in front of you. You zone out as the man across from you continues speaking, focused solely on chasing your orgasm. Then –

Nothing. Jimin’s touch disappears. He pulls his fingers out of you, flicks your underwear back in place, and acts as though he didn’t just finger you to near completion in the booth at some dingy bar. You whip your head in his direction, and he’s staring back at you with equal tenacity. A moment of silence passes. You can feel the heated stares of the men across the table but pay them no mind in favor of looking at Jimin.

“If you’ll excuse us both, I promised to take Y/N home tonight. She needs to go to bed early tonight, what with school and work.” Jimin nudges you out of the booth with his fingers that are still coated in the juices of your arousal. The look in his eyes tells you that you won’t be sleeping early at all tonight.

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[cupidquinn-moved]

okay, but what if Harley doesn’t have a personality disorder and just a lot of ptsd? Idek, maybe it’s just a really complex brew going on up there, but let’s also be real, real, super fucking real. Harley’s behaviour is more of a fictionalized notion of mental illness than anything true. She’s got features of many, and I can make a strong case for her having anti-social disorder, but like many of the villains, especially the Batman fandom, the “crazy” is a bit nebulous. Like what’s up with the Riddler? Is it a wicked brew of OCD and autism? Does the Mad Hatter have a delusional disorder? Is Killer Croc just a victim of extreme abuse and bigotry leaving him with very few choices in lifestyle? Even though it’s a super reductive meme, I get the whole “Batman is the villain because he beats up mentally ill people” discourse, but I think the better question is why is it still so common in comics, hell fiction to portray mentally ill people as inherently bad/wrong/evil? Like, it’s getting better, but we still have all these (admittedly likeable) villains with a backstory rooted in either being mentally ill, recovering, or relapsing. It’s lazy story telling and kinda fucked up when you think about it given that Bruce isn’t exactly in his right mind, arguably so with most human vigilantes.  Say what you will, but I feel like it’s a little different with meta humans/mutants/accident victims/mad science experiments/etc get into crime fighting. Because if you can freeze time and punch holes through several layers of concrete I mean...it seems almost like an obligation if you’re not some heartless, power-hungry ghoul. 

Idek. I’m having thoughts, okay. Maybe I’m just being dumb and picky. Because like, everyone’s a little mad, right? We’re all victims of late stage capitalism, and it’s not exactly known for breeding stellar mental health. We’re all stressed and depressed, and it’s perfectly reasonable to imagine someone in desperate straits to act recklessly and illegally. Hell, certain personality disorders could be considered highly unsympathetic, but at the end of the day....idek, I think mental illness as part of the fuel for a crime wave, an obsessive revenge plot, any single criminal act..........I dunno man, if you can’t handle it with honesty and empathy, then maybe don’t? 

All this ramble is prolly why I find it difficult when it comes to breaking down Harley’s portrayal of madness when in truth....I think she’s a woman that’s experienced a lot of trauma, has very poor coping mechanisms, and continues to turn to a life of crime because well look. She’s an American, she lives in America, and frankly, the American justice and punishment systems are real rough. You’re taken away the ability to vote, all job applications make you self-identify as whether or not you’re a felon (at the very least. I’ve had explain to many prospective employers that I had to appear at traffic court for jaywalking), and sure, sure they say it won’t necessarily bar you from getting said job, but let’s just say someone with a criminal history like Harley isn’t going to be able to duck that bar. Nevermind the fact that I think she’d be considered a lifer, but is an escape artist, sadly born in the wrong time. My point is, even if it could be said that in theory she could probably get her shit back together, I think she’s less a victim of her own mental illness and more one of American law and order and the peculiar and pervasive belief that a lot of people are just better off locked up than idek, rehabilitated. 

[joyceandhop]

i might get attacked for this but it’s just my opinion pls don’t hate me. hopper was behaving out of character in season 3 (compared to s1&2 hopper). but his anger comes from somewhere, and the reason he gets angry/aggressive isn’t because he is abusive, toxic or a bad person. personally i believe it comes from his many emotions that he doesn’t know what to do with, and also the fact that he hasn’t truly forgiven himself/moved on from his past, and thus exactly as murray said, the reason he doesn’t express these feelings in a rational manner is because he is dead afraid of getting hurt, ESPECIALLY by joyce because i think it’s pretty clear that man is in love with her, and i mean deep in love. i mean the kind of love that he will never really recover from if she doesn’t love him back. i mean just think about all the shit they’ve been through together, and that’s only in the three seasons that we’ve seen - they also have untold history, meaning that they’ve literally been lifelong friends. so, there’s a reason that they didn’t get together in season 3 and it wasn’t because their relationship was toxic. hopper was never aggressive or abusive towards joyce and she was never afraid of him. but they both had shit that they needed to sort out. joyce clearly wasn’t over bob for the majority of the season, but hopper’s shit is more deep buried than hers. as david harbour says, hopper has to pay a price for his past mistakes. and whilst i don’t think it’s fair that hopper had to be shipped off to russia where he’s probably being tortured, he doesn’t deserve that, he does need to go on a sort of personal journey of self-discovery, self-love and self-forgiveness. he needs to stop with all of this self-hatred - the black hole business. and he needs to stop blaming himself for what happened to sara. not that it will be easy, but he needs to snap out of the “ill just yell at this person to get my way” mindset - the fight with eleven in s2, the way he treated mike in s3. he needs to learn to properly express his feelings to people. including joyce. i’m with murray. they’re dancing around each other. and the truth is, by the end of season 3, joyce was ready. she was ready to give “them” a go. and that’s why i think when they do reunite, it will be joyce whose feelings have grown stronger - i think we’ll see the s3 roles reversed and this time it will be joyce that makes the first moves. i mean, hopper has pretty much ALWAYS been there for her. obviously idk what happened between them before season 1, but from what we’ve seen, whenever joyce was in pain or danger, hopper was right there with her. the whole time she was grieving bob, hopper wasn’t a dick about it. he wasn’t trying to make a move for her. he was just there for her. a shoulder to lean on. literally. and i almost feel like sometimes she takes him for granted. not saying that she’s a bad person cause she’s literally my favourite character on the show. but when she stands him up then acts like it’s not a big deal, it just kind of shows that in her mind, she thinks of him as always being there. and so i think when he isn’t there, it’s going to leave such a huge, big hole in her life, so much bigger compared to bob, she’s really going to realise not only how much she needs him, but also how much she loves him. idk. but i know that i am NOT ready for the emotional strain their reunion is gonna give me cause man there are so many emotions there i am gonna be absolutely sobbing. (that is, if s4 ever comes out). DAMN that was so long haha sorry idek if it makes sense but anyways in summary: they’ve got shared trauma, they’re in love and they’re gonna be endgame.

[caucasiantears]

do you feel the serkan amnesia being overly stretched? the episode felt so random....

Not really, if I’m being honest? I’m fairly new to Turkish shows, so please take anything I say with a grain of salt because I am positive I know nothing about how these are run and there are people with a much stronger understanding of the structure of these shows in the tags. 

That being said, I don’t think it’s being prolonged. Serkan went through a traumatic incident, as a result, he’s suffering short term memory loss. I’m not a doctor, but I feel like it’s one of those things that you can’t just put a time limit on and I feel like the show has done a really good job of giving Serkan the three months to heal and recover physically, but now has to come face to face with existing around people that know a chunk of memories that are his but he has no access to. Imagine how frustrating that must be for the control freak Robot Bolat that existed before Eda, pair that with his pull and interest in her, it’s probably enough to leave him mentally in a battle of trying to remember, but trying to stay true to the controlling personality he remembers. 

The way I see it, there is that part of him reaching for that lost year of memories, but also the part of him that went through something life-changing and is trying to cling to what he knows. Which, from the looks of it, won’t be lasting very long, especially if that new trailer is anything to go off of. I’m also just a sucker for angst before happiness, which is partially also why I’m super enjoying it. Also, I really just love seeing Selin dig herself this giant grave and really want to see what she does when shit hits the fan. 

As for the episode, I don’t think it was random, but it definitely felt like a filler episode. Even then, I didn’t hate it? I felt like a lot of groundwork for what could happen in the next episode(s) was laid out? Like Deniz was already in thin ice, with pushing for Eda to get over Serkan like two days into him being back with amnesia, then with the subtle hints of his crush on her, but we finally got a good standing on his motives in this episode. He likes Eda and wants to be with her, so he teams up with Selin. Ceren’s difficult home life was alluded to (if I’m remembering correctly) in the earlier episodes, so now we’re seeing her spiraling. Also, maybe where I’m watching doesn’t have the best subtitles, or maybe I’m just reading into it too much, but someone (maybe Serkan? or legit someone in the tags idr) mentioned something about it feeling like Deniz was running away from something in terms of being away from home. Idek what anyone's ages on the show are, but if Ceren started taking her meds around the age of 20, maybe there is a connection there??? Also, they are taking the time to give them scenes where Eda and Serkan can have those moments together, to possibly push for him to have these build up to something finally clicking.

[seongwhy]

ateez reaction the their crush making the first move

hongjoong

hongjoongie !!! would be so happy !!! that you felt that way about him !!!!

he didnt make a move bc he didnt wanna make u uncomfy :(( so he disregarded his feelings for u

unknowingly to him, u like him back !!!

but since this lucky man didnt get the hint (and with all the touching and attempted flirting you're surprised he didnt)

you decided you had to make the first move

but being all nervous and shi ,, you gotta plan it out

just like hongjoong u dont wanna make him uncomfy !! yall the same mfs

so what u planned to do was grab some takeout and bring it to hongjoong when hes producing an chat him up an shit

and once u get to his place and have him all alone your heart starts racing

and so does his !!

and you're eating and laughing and has showing you a beat he just made

and you put your hand on his leg and hes like big eyes blushing and his mouth drops a lil

and you're like 'this is rlly good hongjoongie' bITHX HES CRYIGN

IM CRYING

and you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his mouth and hes just

'o-oh thank you' he says

and u smile at him and ask him to show you more

he takes a second to recover but blushes even more

and ur ready to kiss him til he stops blushing

so u do

but he doesnt

seonghwa

seonghwa tries his best ok

he just really likes you

so he ends up stuttering and tripping and literally falling for you

like oh one time he was trying to bring you water and he got too excited and was running and some of the water from the full glass fell on the floor and he just slid right on that shit

thank god you had your back turned talking to yunho bc holy shit he didnt know what hed do if u saw that

but the rest of the boys will never let him live that down

'hyung, remember when u fell trying to get water fo-' 'shut up wooyoung'

but seonghwa is just a shy lil boy around you fam

and it's not like you didnt notice bc hed be rlly chill rlly calm and funny when he doesnt know you're around

and then he sees you and hes all 'o-oh hi I'm going to go w-wash the dishes' he cleans when hes stressed

and when u ask the boys what's up w him they're like '..... are u dumb'

anyway after that it was just so obvious

youd catch him staring and make eye contact and hed look away so fast

but you didnt miss dem red ass cheeks

and you honestly like the attention he gives you

and when he gains a little confidence around you and makes a joke or does girl group dances or smth

you cant resist him

so one day you go over to the dorm and tell all the boys that they're all gonna have to leave so that u can get seonghwa to yourself

and they reluctantly agree bc 'but I'm tireddddd'

and when seonghwa gets home hes like . where is everyone.

and you're like 'oh them??? they just went to the store to get snacks I'm sure theyll be back soon come watch this show w me'

and hes like ,,, right

and you're just smiling and nodding and patting the seat next to you

so he sits obviously sweating

and you're watching this show and hes watching you

with every laugh nd movement his stomach coils a lil

and after a bit you look at him

and you're looking at each other

and you're eyes are watching his lips and you just say yolo and go for it

hes taken aback at first but leans into it

and you're a rlly good kisser

then you pull back nd hes looking at you with the prettiest smile on the prettiest face you've ever seen

'thank u' he says 'for what?' 'for that'

'just kiss me again dummy'

yunho

puppy!! lil baby boy!!!

ok so like the first part , let's say you two have been besties for a while now

and it's just a mutual attraction and mutual liking ykno

but yunho doesnt want to mess up the friendship you guys have by trying anything

the members are all 'bruh she likes you back' and hes like 'nuh-uh you're lying'

like.... they told u sis

and one day wooyoung tells you like.. listen sis yunho has a crush on you but he refuses to do anything abt it bc hes worried itll ruin your friendship that I wouldnt even call a friendship bc of all the sexual tension but wtvr

and you slap him across the chest for that last part but

wait,,, yunho has a crush on you ?????

'are u sure ???' 'yes, bITCH ARE U BLIND'

blind w love babyyyyyyyy

this is groundbreaking news bc what the heck your longtime crush and bff likes you back !!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

so one day bc you guys are honestly just so comfy around each other and you've been holding back for so long theres no reason to delay this any longer

you walk up to his room where the door is closed and knock on it (u guys have a special knock)

and he opens and you latch onto him and kiss him

tangling your hand in his hair and clutching the shirt hes wearing

and he immediately kisses you back

no hesitation

but then

'guys. I'm still in here. like im happy for u but god just do a quick room check next time will ya' san says walking out of the room shaking his head

you both blush and turn to look at each other

yall laugh then shrug your shoulders and yunho says 'are u sure abt this? I dont want to wreck what we have'

'I'm more excited about what we're gonna have baby' you say, and he smiles, nods and leans in to kiss you again hehehehehe

yeosang

ok dis man loves his chocolate

and you know that so .. you decide to make him sum desserts!! a whole bunch

bc you LIKE HIM

and u want him to LIKE YOU

and the best way to get yeosang to fall for u is by giving him chocolate right

but what you didnt know is that he already likes you (shocker!!!)

so you bake up some brownies and cookies and cupcakes and idek other chocolate tings

and bring them all over to the dorm for him to try

and hes so excited !! 'chocolate!!! for me !!!!'

'yes !! all for u yeosangie'

he just looks as you in awe and love

and picks up a fork ready to take a bite

he stops tho and looks at you and licks his lips

and you blush but laugh

and he puts the food in his mouth and just dies because its SO GOOD

and hes just mouth open eyes wide 'holy shit'

'what?? you dont like it'

'nonononono I LOVE IT'

and he runs around the kitchen counter and hugs you so tight

'thank you!! this is amazing!!' he says looking directly into your eyes

'youre amazing' you say

'what?' he says 'o-oh nothing nothing I didnt say anything'

',,,, you just called me amazing !!! omg YOU JUST CALLED ME AMA-'

hes cut off by you pressing your mouth against his

he pulls away and says 'what was that for?'

'I had to get you to shut up somehow'

yeosang laughs and leans down towards you but gets cut off again!!!! this time with a 'omg are these cookies??????'

',,, get out mingi'

san

bruh yunho looks so funny wtf

sannie is such a happy boy :(

his life goal is making you laugh or smile

he just wants u to be happy!!! and his smile is so contagious!!!

and that's why you fell for him

and now everytime he makes u laugh or smile or smth a lil bit of a blush creeps up your cheeks

san doesnt seem to notice tho but you're ok with that

n e way

yall get along rlly well

hes the reason you're at the dorm every friday night for movie night

and someone chooses a horror movie

its scawwy

and san (tho also scared) sits next to you so he can whisper jokes to u throughout the movie

through hushed giggles and smiles at one another u realize u wanna be in a relationship w this guy

and the next time you're at the dorm, you decided nows the time to make it happen

but when u see san he doesnt seem like himself hes slouched down on the couch cuddling with his stuffed animal staring at the tv screen with nothing playing

when he sees you walk over to him he perks up a lil but not like he usually would

so u sit next to him and ask what's wrong

he fiddles his thumbs and doesnt look at you

so u rub his shoulder and put your other hand on his thigh and ask him again

this time he just looks at you

'I'm sorry' he says

'for what?' 'you're not smiling and it's my fault'

'san!!!! it's ok you dont have to be happy all the time!!!! especially not for me'

his head hangs and he sighs

you lift his head and kiss him slightly

'its ok' you whisper

instead of saying anything back, he leans his forehead to yours

you kiss him again

and again on his lips cheeks forehead nose hands

and by the end of it hes shyly smiling

'there it is!! theres my boy'

he hugs you and for the rest of the day you stay snuggled up on the couch

that day it was up to you make him smile

and you did !!!

mingi

mingo mango

the gif is what he looks like whenever you're near him

hes always whining for you whenever you're not

and when hongjoong sent you a video of mingi doing just that you though it was the funniest thing ever

'I wish y/n was here you're all a bunch of losers' 'you guys suck!!! I miss y/n'

freakin hilarious

this is something u love making fun of him for

liek damn mingi am I that special? I didnt know u liked me that much? u got a crush on me mango?

and u notice that whenever you ask that question, no matter how much of a joke it is, he never gives you an answer

but u dont rlly think about it until you start developing a crush on him

at first it's like,, oh what a baby hes so cute eating the food I made for him

and then it's like wow I wish he would dance on me like dat me too sis

and then u start complaining whenever hes not around 'wheres mingi?? I've been waiting for like an hour' nd 'ykno what would make this even better? mingi'

and everyone is like ok we get it u like mingi

and when mingi catches whiff of this oh boy it's over for you

'so ig it's me that's special now huh?' he tells you one night

'what?' 'u gotta crush on meeeeeee y/n's gotta crush on mingiiii'

and you roll your eyes because . idiot

but then step closer to him and say 'maybe I do'

and that's when his eyes go wide 'wait rlly???' he asks and you can hear the hope in his voice

'all I'm saying is that if you kissed me rn I wouldnt be opposed' is what you say back

and kiss you he does

wooyoung

ok so wooyoungie and u

have such blatant chemistry

yall are constantly flirting and idk yall just click

but u dont notice it

I mean u see the eyebrow wiggles and sly smiles some of the members give u

but all that does is confuse you

one day when wooyoung is in the washroom yunho says 'so you nd wooyoung huh?'

and you're like ...huh

yunhos like 'u dont like him? all yall do is flirt'

and when he says that a whole wall came down in your head

a wall blocking you from accessing emotions of attraction and love and shit you're emotionally scared sis

and you turn firetruck red

yunho just laughs and says 'I knew it'

wooyoung comes back and asks what's going on

'I'll just leave u two alone' yunho says chuckling

you glare at him as he leaves youre gonna get him back for that

but wooyoung doesnt sense anything and swings his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him

and he asks what you wanna do for the night

but you're quiet and distracted with these new feelings you've just found out you have

wooyoung asks if you're okay

and you look up at him but suddenly cant look at him in his eyes. his really pretty eyes

so you turn around and go to grab your stuff bc you 'forgot abt that... thing' you have to do

wooyoung, confused watches you scurry across the room

'uh.. ok.. I'll see you tomorrow?'

'yeah yeah see you' you say not looking at him

you just need to figure your feelings out and then you can see him again

so back home you're racking your brain tryna figure out if theres anything you can do to stop yourself from falling in love w wooyoung

and speak of the devil, u get a call from wooyoung

u contemplate not picking up but decide that wooyoung is still your best friend

'hello?' 'y/n!!! are you ok?? you left really suddenly earlier' 'yeah wooyoung I'm fine dw'

'are you sure? we dont want the prettiest person alive to feel sad now do we?'

you open your mouth to say something back but nothing comes out

'y/n?'

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you ask 'are you still free?'

'uh for u? always'

blushing even harder now you say 'I'm coming over' and end the call

once you get there you're knocking on the door frantically

wooyoung opens up with a 'jeez y/n what's the ru-'

you basically jump on him and kiss him hard

you latch your hands onto his shirt nd he wraps his hands around your waist

when you pull away for air, wooyoungs looking at you with a smile on his puffy red lips

you smile back and say 'that was the rush'

wooyoung smiles harder and pulls you back into him

'took you long enough'

jongho

jongho cant believe u two have met

you're one of his favourite new idols

and you met at a show

and you told him how amazing ateez's performance was

blushing, he tells you how much he likes your music

you ask him if hes hungry to which he says yes bc 1) hes always hungry and 2) he cant say no to u ever

so u buy him one of those sandwiches w the jam and the coleslaw or wtvr you know what I'm talking about

and you sit to talk and eat for a while before you have to leave

you ask for his number and tell him you'll call him sometime

and you do

all the time

at first hes shy and boyish which makes you laugh

but after a while he gets comfy and will brag and sing to you and joke

you guys catch each other up on everything

he tells you all about the boys and the boys all about you

and you realise how good a listener this guy is nd how handsome!! and cute

and so at the next show you see him at you walk up to him

and with your heart doing flips and take his hand and tell him to walk around with you

he does and you lead him to a less busy hallway where you just look at him and say 'I like you'

jonghos like... wait. huh. what. wait i- and hes blushing so much even his ears turn red

'me? you like me? bc I like you too and if you're joking or something I would be really sad and I've told the members that I like you and they made fun of me so this would be great of u did like me but if you dont and this is a joke id be really upset' and hes rambling and not looking you in the eye

so you lean in and kiss him

'it's not a joke' you say

'its,, not a joke? are you sure?' 'I'm sure'

'you're sure' 'are you going to keep repeating everything I say? or are u gonna kiss me again?'

jongho, blushing even harder now, chooses the second option

[theaussietimelord]

Saw The Rise Of Skywalker today and I’ve never felt more let down by a series. 

I have some things to say about it, so major spoilers ahead for those who haven’t seen it yet.

Ok so here are my thoughts on TROS

after all we learned about Ren being manipulated through his childhood and Palpatine/Snoke grooming him he did deserve a redemption but not at the expense of his mother or Rey. 

After all the shit that Ren put Rey through she should not have kissed him. Stalking her, abusing her, you don’t just get over that. It would have made WAY more sense for him to save her life and then for her to thank him or to acknowledge that he was no longer Ren. Something that was able to show that she was grateful for being saved but didn’t wash over the fact that he ABUSED HER! 

Ben shouldn’t have died tho. It was a massive cop-out. He should have been shown trying to reconcile all his wrongdoings and help rebuild the new republic or whatever new government system they put in place or at least some community service ffs.

Rose Tico was done dirty she should have been with the main group or more active involvement on screen at the resistance base. They completely wrote her off as a character.

Lando did nothing for the plot he was literally there for no reason.

Hux being the mole was dumb but I could understand him wanting to get back at Ren. Still, it was the wrong way to go about it. He literally had to explain why he did it.

To the people that are saying that Rey went to Tatooine to isolate herself from her friends and to mourn Ben’s death need to stfu. She had no real reason to mourn him for an extended period of time, no more than you would an acquaintance really. Yeah, they had the force bond but Ren really only used it to manipulate her or fight her up until the very last moment when he was redeemed. And she takes the Skywalker name to honour Luke and Leia, not him. It’s her way of saying the family she found was more important to her than the one she’d been born into. 

But making Rey a Palpatine was a major weak point in this movie. She was nobody. We were cool with that. It showed that anyone could be great no matter what your lineage is. Palpatine shouldn’t have been brought back either. He was dead. Anakin killed him and fulfilled the prophecy. Cool. Leave it be. The only thing that served to do was to erase Anakin’s legacy and basically show that he failed and changed nothing in the long run. 

Rey has a vision about sitting on the sith throne but we don’t see that at all and we have to be told twice that she saw it?? When did she have this vision?? Was it in the milliseconds of flickering memories mixed with whatever the f the other stuff was? Idek but it just came out of nowhere.

So many things were said and not showed which kinda made the storyline seem really forced. Like they took out too many scenes that would have aided the story immensely.

Also their idea of LGBT+ content being a random couple that kiss at the end of the film for like .2 seconds?? 

All these big corporations care about is the money they rake in. They try to please everyone so they can get the most box office sales but they just end up disappointing everyone. in other words Disney fucking sucks.

In all, it was really a letdown and could have done soooooooooooooooo much better in terms of storyline but it just didn’t deliver. 

I’ll try to end on some positives because there are some things that weren’t terrible

The visual effects were stunning as always though so I can appreciate that at least, the sfx team do amazing work. 

The fight scenes, especially the one on the old empire ship, were fantastically choreographed. They were so intense and captivating. I loved the storm and sea raging around them. It really reflected the energy of the fight. 

The acting in the film considering what they had to work with was really a credit to the cast. They did an incredible job.

Dark!Rey from the vision was really interesting to see, a physical embodiment of Rey’s fight against her darkness. And that growl.... was... hot. ngl (I’m a hopeless wlw who is a sucker for hot villains/dark/morally grey characters)

I loved the banter between Rey, Finn and Poe. That sort of interaction between the main group was quite prominent in the first six films but we haven’t seen heaps of it in this trilogy before now. The dynamic between them is just so pure and for me, it was far more satisfying to watch them interact and see their strengthening relationships than *That Scene*. 

I really like that Rey ends up with a yellow lightsaber it’s very fitting of her character, especially since in the eu yellow was mainly a grey Jedi colour or someone who was not completely light. 

There’s really not much else I can say. I’m going to try and recover from this nightmare by getting back into some of the eu content and actually maybe finishing the clone wars. 

[aalt-ctrl-del]

so you want to vote third-party?

Im gonna go ahead and put it out there, and put it into file, for future reference. My predictions based on behavioral studies, herd theory, psychographics, mass Values, and environmental, geographic conditions, have been thus far exceptionally accurate. The science and mathematical estimations behind the pandemic is super basic, not hard at all, which is most frustrating of all.

If you get to vote come Election day - given that you are all still alive by that point with no medical complications - and you choose to vote Republican. Or worse, third party, if you do not vote Democratic.

There is a high probability that you or those of your close relations will contract Corona Virus.

This is not scare tactic or alarmist, this is a loose estimation based on our current political climate and rising trends. I made a post predicting June to be a hard hitting month, that comes from our behavior in May - specifically, the dates 13-17 range. I checked the calendar, those dates are high weekends for a lot of people. It is also Graduations for seniors of high school and college. Classes end for more, finals come to a close.

So, those days were not random. This is a very important time for people. It is also the most lethal. Thus, given the incubation time of the virus, or its capacity for dormancy, we will see results of this May 13-17 spike within 2 weeks, and in June. If, y’know, you disregard stuff that the CDC is cautioning us to do.

Back to voting. By the time elections roll around, and you decide who to vote for, let me reiterate, if you vote anything other than Democratic, you have taken a mediocre percentage I have calculate - lets say 30% possible encounter with the virus. And you do the thing like, vote third party - there is a Risk Factor which bumps your probable encounter with the virus up to 43%. By then, we should have shot past 100,000 deaths. It is estimated that yearly, at least a minimum of 12,000 people will die of the flu, and in the year 2017-2018, source at least 61,000 people died in that year. We have only been exposed to Corona Virus for 3 months, and already have watched a documented 70,000+ die. With quarantine measures in place and state-wide shut downs.

So what is the difference between the Republican and Democratic parties, which factor into my Risk Equation? Simply put, the Republican as of current is inadequate and a joke. They are actively expediting the spread of the Corona Virus. I mean, we have protesters outraged by Quarantine. Science deniers, anti-vaxxers. Sure, there is a high ratio of recovery compared to those who have died, but even the people who have suffered mild symptoms are developing post complications such as organ failure, scarring of the lung tissue, and my favorite, liver failure.

You can’t live without your liver. Its an essential organ. You have only one liver. Its not on the the same turf as the appendix. Your liver blows up, you die a pleasantly painful death source. I really didn’t read this article, I only know that we’re finding these things, like strokes, haunting people in the age bracket 30-40. I mean, you survive Corona Virus like a champ? Awesome. I hope that doesn’t dump a whole aneurysm on you.

Okay, back to voting once more. The Democrat party, is not much more better prepared than the Republican at this point. But, the Democrats and Joe Biden will listen to the scientists and doctors, like Dr. Fauci, and Dr. Birx. They will look into the process of stimulating the economy, while minimizing the trauma and destruction the inadequate and soft trump group is going through. Our chances of getting through this lay with the Democratic group, especially in the fall out from this pandemic. The economic strain businesses are so frightened by, will shatter with trump doing his usual thing of ignoring problems until the problem is way out of control. Which Corona Virus is right now. No exaggeration, its hit full momentum; you’re only options right now are rigorous sanitation practices.

Everybody protesting quarantine would’ve been the type to launch them self out a window when the Stock Market crashed. That’s the sort of people they are. If you want to get through this, you’re going to have to survive first. We can always pick up the pieces and rebuild from the wreckage, but if there’s no one to rebuild, then the tragedy remains a mystery.

And if you’re one of those Russian a-holes “But the sexual harassment allegations”. Omg, you absolute blunt tool. trump is a walking PSA of pedo-incest-creepy-uncle. “Grab her by the pussy,” - trump. “I can go in there and start kissing them, and no one can do anything” bragging trump, about walking into a dressing room for one of those American models programs - idek. trump is a misogynistic creepy bastard, that objectifies his daughter. You reason that thing is gonna be your salvation in these trying times?

And I do vibe with the #metoo movement. I don’t dismiss or discredit Tara Reade, about these sexual allegations, but I question a lot of what she’s doing and saying. For context, we’re in the middle of a pandemic, and Joe Biden has the clout and experience to wipe the floor with trump. And the Democratic party will be the only faction to get us through this crisis with minimal casualties. The infection is beyond controlling at this point, but we will be ruined financially and physically, our economic infrastructure is edging toward a collapse the likes we haven’t seen in 50 years. But this Tara lady, makes allegations at this point in time of this specific year, when it would’ve have been more pertinent to do so at the time Biden was elected Vice-President. EVEN BETTER, DURING THE #METOO movement. 

If those allegations are true and do exist, then she has been paid by someone named trump - or an affiliate to trumps clan - to speak up. Right now. “BECAUSE OF THE EMAILS” I mean, allegations. I’m not saying Democrats are saints, but the parties interests and motives align far better with your chances of survival, and this Tara lady is trying to convince you to tie a noose for you to hang from. I mean, she could have as easily come forward after Biden was elected, or when his election campaign had more steam - that would have been appropriate. But she chose now, because of the pandemic, because people are dying so fast. At an alarming exponential rate. Tara isn’t doing this to be nobEL or help people, she’s been paid, she’s on someone’s salary. You’re gonna die, because you didn’t think this through. Because you think trump, in all his infinite wisdom, and poor business choices, cares about you? He doesn’t. He’s petty, spiteful, he took the landing gear from the plane and he’s trying to sell it back to the highest bidder, which isn’t you.

Right at this time trump is digging graves, and he’s nailing the coffin lid down. Each and every one of us is a statistic in this mess - you are either uncontaminated, infected-asymptomatic, recovered, or dead. And when you recover, there is strong evidence to show that the virus can still infect you once more. trump doesn’t care. He’s tossing out the pandemic team, we’re gonna get a whole new set of people in to lead us through this; unqualified people. Beautiful people, the sort of people trump likes to surround himself with. Yes people. Group think. People dumber than a blender with a massage feature.

so in conclusion, if you think voting third party is a good idea. 43% higher chance of encountering that virus. The infected and carriers is spreading, corporate businesses and franchises are forcing their GMs not to report those that have been infected, and they sure as hell are not closing their doors to decontaminate. No contact tracing, we have no test kits. No idea the actual statistics. And best of all, no idea if you have truly recovered, if you survive an infection with Corona Virus.

Did I mention the 43% will exponentially increase as we come near the election date? Yeah, it has a variable ( .43y ), it will fluctuate. Unfortunately, it does not and cannot go down. It only goes up. And 100% chance of an encounter with Corona Virsu, is not the highest number. Because you can get the virus twice, and it can stack with the flu or pneumonia.

August will be interesting :)

[damnedrainbows]

Goodbye 2018, Welcome 2019

This year, as they’ve all been for years, started out as hell. Newly diagnosed with fibromyalgia I lost the ability to draw for quite some time as the nerves in my hands hurt too much to allow me. I was constantly bedridden from both fibromyalgia and my endometriosis. It was hell, I didn’t want to live and often still don’t.

Then I finally started a treatment which actually helped with pain. I got back into drawing and through one of my closest friends @partcfyouruniverse I found purpose through all the freelancing work I did for her. I started commissions and soon had so much I felt like a full time professional artist. It was amazing.

August 29 I went through my second huge hurtle when I had my total hysterectomy. With pain I’m still recovering from I was left with very little to do. Then, I made this blog.

Through all my role play blogs, I’ve never felt so happy and comfortable as I do here. I’ve made so many friends, but beyond that I have such a genuine following. Even with my Steven Universe blog clocking in at almost 1500 followers I’ve never been so interactive with my followers than I am here. I have anons and blogs that not only want to interact with my character, but myself. People that want to know more about me and how I’ve been. People that care and love my portrayals.

I’ve gotten fanart, a fucking animatic based on a thread, I’ve gotten VIV herself like my art like 3 times, and even my OC! I never imagined so many people would adore Allette but it’s just been. Amazing.

It’s just been so warmly welcoming and I can’t wait to see what 2019 brings for this show!

I love all of you and I have so many words for all of you, but I don’t want to go crazy so I’ll just say a few words (a few. lmao like Jordan can say ‘a few’)

@dcadlyson @partcfyouruniverse - You give me reason to keep going, Ally. With your commissions you buy from me you remind me that I am a good artist and somehow I can succeed even if it’s in a different way than I thought. You’re one of the sweetest and most selfless people that I know and I love you so much.

@hellboundgentlemen - Mari you’re just incredible. So fun to talk to and theorize with. You really, really breathe life into the characters you write, fleshing them out more than Iv’e ever seen. It’s truly admirable and I look forward to seeing what you cook up next!

@caenis-doceri and @thediamondofblue - you two are two of my closest friends. I never imagined when I met you Eric I would meet a kindred spirit that knew what I was going through. And you Ash, I never imagined I would meet someone so. Kind. So loving of others, so generous with your time, compassion, and even funds. I can’t wait to see you both this spring, and meet, and hug finally. I can’t wait!

@elkfeast / @charmange - What can be said that I haven’t already said? You’re one of my closest friends, crossed over from so many fandoms at this point. Your writing is amazing, talking to you is just as fun and you just add such a unique and amazing spin to your muses! Your Al was the first I interacted with and boy does he creep me out. I loved reading threads with him and now I love reading threads with Charlie.Whether I’m in them or watching them, seeing your writing is just great. Your characterization is goals and don’t let anyone get you down. Keep your chin up, scoff at anons, and remember you’re incredible <3

@rxdioxdemxn - Echo you are my bae, one of my main Alastors and you’re so fun to chill with ooc, and especially our rabbit streams! Charlie couldn’t ask for a better husband and Allette a better Father!

@ask-theradiodemon - Jordan, you’re just one of the kindest people. You and Jade are the first to message if something is wrong, first to greet me on Discord. You and Jade are just the cutest together and I hope I’ll see your relationship continue to prosper

@jadeblassare - Jade you’re just...so cute? So sweet? When Jordan said his girlfriend wanted to get to know me I jumped at the the chance and I’m so glad I did! I love our rps and I’m glad I’ve dragged you down into ship hell. ;p You pick up every character you play so easily and you’ve made me smile so much ooc with how genuinely caring you are. What can I say, Jordan picked well ;p

@lilithmagne and @hellsaurelius - Honestly?? You two are just a package deal now. Can’t have one without the other. AC and Marz, you’re just amazing? Reading your interactions is like watching a movie unfold. It’s so poetic and beautiful, even the saddest scenes. Your writing baffles me it’s so good and I will accept nothing but your portrayals as canon. Also AC, your art is just. Goals man.

@xkuraixkokorox - I just love our Charlie and Pen interactions so much. He’s such a good snake grandpa and I love the way you play every villain on your blog. You’re also very kind and I can’t wait to see what we write next!

@smiilingdccr - We just met like a week or so ago--officially anyway. Your main followed me for a while lmao. YOU’RE JUST SO FUN AND EASY TO TALK TO? And your Al, goals man. I love our Charlastor threads, and the weirdness of some of them. I love your ART man. You just rock Peri.

@staytun3dfolks - Mouthy you’re another friend from another fandom! I loved your Black Hat but damn I gotta say I love your Al even more. He’s terrifying but charming and the way you write him is so gloriously sinister. I love our dark Charlastor and I love reading your writing.

@vortship - I know you doubt yourself a lot but you’re incredible, Meg. As a person and a writer. Hal is so amazingly fleshed out she doesn’t feel like an oc so much, but a breathing person. We’ve been friends for a while and you deserve way more love than you get for both yourself and your amazing OC.

@kinkybccts - GLITTER OUR GROSS GAY BOIS ARE FANTASTIC. I love writing with you and shitposting. We’ve unknowingly been friends for a while from su and as with Garnet you breathe so much life into Angel! I love his and Al’s interactions and big brother spider for Charlie. It’s just amazing!

@japariguide - YOU’RE JUST STRAIGHT UP PROOF THAT YOU CAN MAKE FRIENDS BY SENDING CHICKENS! You’re so sweet and Kaban is just da rling.

@blackstardiopside - Neem, you and I have been friends for like 100 years as well. And like with vortship’s Hal, Blackstar is just an incredible OC. She doesn’t feel like an oc so much as just part of the show. I almost watch episodes now expecting to see her in canon because she just feels so canon. You yourself are sweet and adorable and so fun to have in my life.

@happilyhellish - Fara you straight up know the Smash Brother’s pain are so fun to interact with ooc and ic. I love your Charlie and her and Al’s romantic tension and I love the friendship we’re developing with Pen. You have such a great take on your muse and you’re just so nice!

@zimvasion - ANOTHER LONG TIME FRIEND, our IZ interactions are just incredible and the ones here are amazing too. You’ve been there rom the very beginning and you’re just such an amazing writer and friend.

@mochimuses - MYKKIE YOU ARE STILL...just a fucking meme, man. ideK with you half the time, but you’re just. amazing and hilarious. Our gays are the best gays and you’re just....so strange and wonderful. My meme friend.

@happy-hotel - RONNIE you have so many blogs. You have a problem. Ronnie I just love you. I still can’t believe how easily we got along, to the point where it felt like we were already long time friends, chatting it up on video chat in like the first day as friends. Every muse you play you NAIL, and you play Chalastor so amazingly. I’m boggled by your writing and convinced there’s not a single muse you can’t nail.

OKAY MY HANDS HURT! HERES MORE PEOPLE I ADORE BUT YOU KNOW I ADORE YOU ALL! JUST TOP OF MY HEAD:

@princesscfredemption @flimsytunesandjazz @killerbroadcast @demonicradiohost @hell-of-a-princess @blackhxt @smellslikejustice @deerlisteners @huskofachance @gamblxrhxsk @gvmelost @madmonarch @magncroyal @devilswinging @deerlisteners @thegreatesstinventor @coldlycrimson @coronabane @cheeryhell @cherri-bxmb @chxrrxbombed @slitheringtrxhxrd @sluttyspiider @triangularus @omnituent @heinoushangar @itsyourbestnightmare @dapperishly @suoitnep

AND SO MANY MORE! TO THIS YEAR AND MORE TO COME I LOVE YOU ALL!!

[amarguerite]

22. Space AU and 74. Huddling for Warmth (I know you mentioned that one earlier, but it's my favorite! If you prefer, 75. Bed Sharing) for Anne and Frederick?

Oh God, space au. I’m so bad with space and with scifi. ;_; So I’m gonna go for huddling for warmth and bedsharing because the only space movie coming to mind is Wall-E, and idek how that would work. (Are they both robots??? Fred-E has been sent off on an exploratory mission and has come back with proof of plantlife and is a hero while A.N.E. and her robot family have... become unpopular with the humans?)

SO! Huddling for warmth and bedsharing:

 After Louisa falls at Lyme, Mary does not insist on staying with Louisa because Anne brilliantly hits on the idea of saying, “But Mary, how can I break the news of this to the Musgroves? I am nothing to them, and you are the mother of their grandchildren. I cannot in good conscience take on so vitally important a task. I had much better stay and nurse Louisa.” 

Mary wavers, but everyone had been praising Anne for staying. Mary wants the praise. 

Anne presses, “Do you recall how I nursed little Charles and you went to the great house to dine? It is a similar case--”

“For you have not a sister’s feelings,” reasons Mary. “As I do.”

“Yes, and your nerves are so delicate, Mary, you are sure to be overset by nursing Louisa, especially since you are only just recovered from the illness you had earlier this fall.”

The appeal to her own health works. Mary is persuaded to go home. Anne settles in with the Harvilles, and takes breaks from nursing duties to take slow, solitary, and melancholic walks on the beach of Lyme (avoiding the stairs and the cob). Possibly she gets interested in collecting fossils because I Am A Nerd and like history of science stuff. Benwick takes Anne to the library sometimes, and she’s flattered and amused that he seems to be into her, but she’s figured out by this point that it’s Frederick or Nothing. Frederick Wentworth, meanwhile, has realized just how much he has fucked up. Not only is he still in love with Anne, but he’s practically and accidentally engaged to the unconscious Louisa and his good buddy Benwick’s going after Anne. 

One day he notices that Anne’s pretty worn down and asks Benwick to take over the task of reading to Louisa, who’s bored but can’t read, sew, walk, etc. or really do much more than lie in bed listening to someone. Anne puts aside her novel, Benwick picks up The Giaour, and Frederick volunteers to come on her walk with her. Or like, given that it’s Frederick and his wounded pride is warring with his overwhelming awareness of and love for Anne, he just silently offers her his arm at the door and Anne’s like, ‘oh okay, I guess he’s walking with me then???’

It is incredibly awkward. Neither of them knows what to say to each other. They just ask each other bland questions about the state of the others’ health, or make observations about the weather. Anne bravely and desperately volunteers that she likes looking at the sea. Frederick teases her that she wouldn’t like it quite so much when that’s all she’s seen for months on end. It seems like they’re going to have a nice chat about Frederick’s time abroad when uh oh! A sudden and convenient rainstorm! Anne’s pretty enchanted by the sight of rain on the sea, but then discovers how deeply unpleasant it is to walk on wet sand, and also that she’s immediately soaked through. Her cloak does zero against the sudden rain, and she doesn’t have an umbrella. 

Frederick finds them a conveniently located shelter that doesn’t smell too strongly of fish. (Idk what. Maybe some rental house or cottage near the beach that’s deserted since it’s wintertime? Maybe a rudimentary boathouse?) Anne’s sopping wet and shivering. Frederick doesn’t want Anne getting sick/ to be the reason two women of his acquaintance are seriously ill and immediately tries to find a way to get Anne warmer. There’s no fire, or a way to make one, and he’s as soaked as she is. Anne protests, through chattering teeth, that she’s perfectly fine now that she’s indoors, and out of the wind. Frederick clearly doesn’t believe her and attempts to offer her his cloak. Anne laughs and asks what good that will do, since it’s worse condition than her own. Unfortunately, she is beginning to feel really unwell. She’s very cold and, having already been worn down with nursing duties, is primed to catch a cold. Just when she can’t keep up the pretense that she’s fine any longer, Frederick takes her into his arms.

At first Anne’s overwhelmed with the hope that he loves her still, and reflects on the times they held each other while engaged, but Frederick gruffly says something about body heat being the only source of warmth and he won’t have two sick women on his conscience. 

Anne fights back tears but is too tired, cold, and miserable to protest. She gives in and tries to enjoy the only embrace she’ll ever have from Frederick again. Must he be so kind and remember just what she liked though? It is agony trying to hold it together.

Frederick is likewise in a state of utter torment. (Not that Anne knows this.)

Unfortunately for them both, the sudden rainstorm turns into a dramatic thunderstorm and they are stuck in this semi-furnished rental cottage/ boat house for the night. Anne quotes Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Frederick has no idea what she’s talking about and thinks she’s feverish. He starts looking around and manages to find some kind of a bed with blankets, and tries to get Anne in them. Anne’s not going to be so selfish. They’re going to sit on this bed together and split the blankets. She’s still shivering, however, and cold, so more huddling for warmth ensues. Anne half-drowses against Frederick’s chest as Frederick continues to take care of her. 

Idk if it would be a better end if Anne really is feverish and thinks that all Frederick’s tenderness is the result of a fever dream, or if there’s an early confession of love. 

[pantstomatch]

I really liked how you wrote the a/b/o dynamic in your last fic. It wasn't some thing that overruled and defined everything about the characters, which is so awesome because I doubt many people - Stiles especially - would deal well with that. Anyway, i thought I'd washed my hands with a/b/o fics but it's sucked me back down again. Do you have any fic recs?

thank you so much! that fic was super fun to write, and I loved cramming in all my favorite tropes :)  I’m a big fan of a/b/o, idek why, but I love it. I’m sure all the ones I’d rec are well known, but here’s a list of some of my favs in no particular order.

we can take our time by KouriArashi

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, marguerite_26

Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Build an Ivory Tower by teot 

Stiles didn’t know how Derek sleeping on his floor developed into sleeping in his bed, or how cuddling ended up turning into Derek humping his ass. He didn’t agree to being knotted in the school locker room, either. But what can you do when Derek Hale wants something? He’s the Alpha, after all.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26 

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

Say It With Me (Don’t Assume) by orphan_account (I’m pretty sure this is by KuriKuri, does anyone know if this was abandoned on purpose or not, since they’re’ still on AO3 with other fic?)

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

#omegaproblems by subnivean 

Stiles didn’t need an alpha. He might want one, though.

The Sanctuary by chase_acow

Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha’s nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn’t have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town’s safety.

Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose 

Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?

Mix and Match by Jerakeen 

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

monday i can fall apart but by friday i’m in love by tryslora

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Someday Came Today by Fatebegins

“March 2, 1810…Today, I met the man I’m going to marry.”

At the age of eight, Genim “Stiles” Stilinski showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at eight, Stiles learned to accept the expectations society held for him–until the evening when Derek Hale, the handsome and dashing Alpha of the Hale pack, solemnly kissed his hand and promised him that one day he would grow into himself, that one day he would be as beautiful as he already was smart. And even at eight, Stiles knew he would love him forever.

But the years that followed were as cruel to Derek as they were kind to Stiles. Stiles is as intriguing as the Duke boldly predicted on that memorable day–while Derek is a lonely, bitter man, crushed by a devastating loss. But Stiles has never forgotten the truth he set down on paper all those years earlier–and he will not allow the love that is his destiny to slip through his fingers . .

Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

here comes trouble by grimm 

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.

You’re a Mess, But You’re a Catch to Me by jsea

The laws are clear: omegas are required to have an alpha guardian. So when the sheriff gets shot, Derek is roped in to stepping up as Stiles’ temporary alpha while he recovers.

Derek knew it was going to be a bad idea, but he never could have predicted all of the ways that Stiles would end up turning his life upside down.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Can’t Be Saved (Not So Frail) by weathervaanes

“Kira doesn’t care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I’m well aware. It doesn’t change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I’d like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”

Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”

“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink.

-0-

In which Kira is Derek’s ward, Stiles is Scott’s brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.

Fight Fires In Your Best Clothes by standinginanicedress

The key isn’t actually being confident, he repeats in his head in Lydia’s breathy voice. It’s faking the hell out of it and looking as sexy as possible while you do it. For omegas, it’s easy. There’s a natural charm to all of us that only takes seconds to engage, and barely takes practice.

Walk into the room, he chants in his head. Own it, and look people in the eyes. Find the best looking alpha, have them buy you a drink, and the rest is easy.

Fallen for You by Mynuet

Stiles is not swooning when his hot next door neighbor comes to his rescue. He’s not! Maybe a little.

Survival of the Species by Lissadiane 

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.

*In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.

i need your sway by thatworldinverted

Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There haven’t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now.

What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.

How to Woo Your Local Omega by alocalband

Stiles knows a pity gift when he sees one. Mostly because that’s all he’s ever gotten from anyone since the moment he hit puberty.

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha’s shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

[tellywoodtrash]

status update:

So, I got a few friendly, good-natured asks on how I was doing, and what’s up with my life (work, Chandler, etc.), so I suppose this is as good a time to tell everyone: I quit my job earlier this week.

Early followers of the blog may be aware that this blog started as an attempt to find some kinda peace during some very trying times in my life. Since then, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends (I guess, in some kinda misguided attempt to move on with life) and... it’s finally caught up with me. I’m fucking exhausted and at a breaking point. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. ('Spiritually. Ecumenically. Grammatically.' Name that movie!) And so, I'm giving myself a break and am going to be taking some time off to focus on my mental health.

However, this hasn’t been an easy decision to make, as it means bye-bye financial independence and my ~~riproaring Sex And The City life (snort, NOT) and that I will now have to pack up my entire life and leave the country I (and Chandler!) call home. So the next few days will be even rougher; full of transition and second-guessing myself. But in the long run, I think I need to do this now before things get much worse.

Poor Chandler has no idea what’s coming up; that he’s about to be unceremoniously stuffed into a box and flown many thousand miles to a whole new country, with strange new smells and creatures (including my relatives who will want to come around every now and then and friendly-ly harass our socially anxious butts.) I just hope we both survive this move!

As for what it means for the blog, it’ll mostly be business as usual, I suppose. I will have more free time, but it’s going to be invested in moving, and settling in, and recovery (first I have to recover from the moving and settling in, and only then can I focus on *actual* recovery) so... I’ll do as much as I can. Yes, there's lots of new shows, most of them better than IB, and I might wanna watch them too, but.... idk, I don't seem to have it in me right now to get invested in a whole... new.... thing. We'll see once I'm properly settled into a restful routine where I don't feel so battered in the brain. On the plus side, moving to India means proper access to Hotstar and Sony Liv and alllllllll the platforms; I won’t have to jump through hoops and diddle around with VPNs to access what I wanna watch! Yaaaaaaay!

There are a few things blog-wise that I just have to address though, because they’re srsly stressing me out a lot lately:

Messages asking me to explain WHY stakeholders in the industry (actors, makers, the channel) make the decisions they do. Bhai main kahan un sab ke ghar ya boardroom mein ghussi baithi hoon, ki mujhe pakka pata hoga???? All I can do is speculate like the rest of you. Which is what I do. I look at the facts that I do have (social media posts, TRP reports, etc.) and put out MY theory. But it’s all it is. A theory. I do not have any kind of information that you also do not have access to. Asking me to explain the inner workings of complete strangers' minds is just nonsensical. I do not have the complete information based on which I can give you an accurate answer. So please just stop asking me these. At this point, idek why *I* do half the things I do, let alone have any surety of anyone else’s decisions.

Complaints. Look, all of us have complaints about the shitshow that is IB, and the Tellywood industry at large, and its affairs both off-screen and on-screen. But just think of my plight when news breaks/an episode airs and I get like 10 anons in an hour, most of which are filled with cribbing. OVER SOMETHING I DON’T HAVE ANY CONTROL. You have all the right to complain, sure, but not IN MY INBOX. I only publish about 30 - 40% of the asks that I actually do receive, and because of that you may think that you’re the only person sending in this to me; but trust that more often that not, you’re not. I most probably have already received least 5 messages about it, in varying degrees of negative, and it’s exhaaaaaausting for me to wade through it all.

"Asks” that are just STATEMENTS, with no real question to them. I get these and whether I agree with your statement or not, my only reaction is “.... haan, toh???” What really is the point of these? I have nothing to contribute to them. It’s just YOU deciding that your opinion is sooooooo important that you must come tell ME it. In my inbox. On anon. Which is not just stupid, but also RUDE af. What you're doing is the equivalent of going and ringing the doorbell of a stranger's house and monologuing in their face about a random topic when they open the door. Like, I literally did not ask?????? Especially since you’re on anon and I have absolutely no personal equation with you. By having an open inbox, I didn't consent to being the receptacle of every opinion wrt Tellywood under the sun. Like, the whole point of this blog is so I can shout MY dumbass opinions into the void that is the internet without bothering anyone else about things they might not care about/agree with. Anyone who follows/engages with me is here by THEIR choice. Why don’t you do the same? Go make your own blog, instead of using mine. There’s only place for one person here on this blog, and that’s me. Please read your messages before sending them and ask yourselves: Does my tone/content leave anything open for discussion? (FYI: Just putting a question mark at the end of a sentence does not make an engaging question that opens up a discussion.) What contribution am I inviting from the recipient with this message? If the answer is “no”/"nothing", then please don't send it.

The rise of combative and contrary asks; ones that don't come out of a genuine curiosity, but with the intent to mindlessly argue, talk in circles without a point and overall, and just belittle the opinions I’ve expressed by engaging in whataboutery. There's a point at which "healthy discussion" ends, and "debating" starts, and I’m not here to engage in Debate Hour. The open askbox (or replies function) is NOT an invitation to pick at ONE sentence of some post (often missing the context; those other sentences are there for a reason y'know) and demand explanations from me, for which I have to then bend over backwards to clarify to some random faceless person on the internet. Not only does it take tremendous amounts of time and energy (for what is largely a pointless endevour: these people aren't really here to have an exchange of ideas or even try to see my point of view, they're just trying to force THEIR contrary opinion ON me), it really sucks the joy out of the blog for me. Look, I am not an idiot. I can correlate writing patterns and associate them with previously seen comments/opinions and make educated guesses on who these may be coming from. I've been holding off on blocking anyone yet, but these comments and asks have me seriously considering it. (And FYI: blocking an anon blocks you via IP address. So don't think ki 'oh ho ho, I can just hide under the anon function, coz that has no consequences.' All you'd be doing is proving my guesses right, as to who is whom.) I don't WANT TO go to such extents, and want this still to be a place where people can approach me, but this gross disrespect of my time and boundaries is beginning to wear on me now. Before coming at me, please think to yourself if what you're saying is actually necessary. If it's just a passive-aggressive counter-argument to my opinion that's all conjecture/opinion (i. e. things without factual basis and based on feelings) then please; you're very welcome to whatever you believe, but I don't care. If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it. If I care for your opinion, I will engage with your posts (by liking or commenting or reblogging or sending you my love in your inbox.) I just really really don’t care what anyone's opinion ON MY OPINION is. Please stop being contrary just the sake of it and ruining my day and mood. Go chronicle your opinions on your blog/twitter/whatever, instead of using MY blog as a platform and arm-twisting me into participating in this unpleasant exchange. I just don't have have the energy or interest to engage in this fuckery anymore.

Look you guys, I love getting stuff in the askbox. I do. If I didn’t, I’d just have closed the askbox and called it a day. I’m just asking that you be a little THOUGHTFUL about the recipient, me, AS AN ACTUAL LIVING PERSON WITH FEELINGS AND A LIMITED AMOUNT OF ENERGY AND TIME, instead of some kinda faceless robot who just processes your messages in binary and spits out an answer. Before engaging, please re-read your message to consider your tone and content and the impact on the person on the other end. Despite this request, if you just decide to engage in the above mentioned ways, I’m sorry in advance if you end up getting blocked; but things have reached a point where I have to look out for myself, and my comfort, and what I want from this space. I would like this blog to be source of joy in my (and others’!) life, not something that I feel resentful about, or as a source of draining what little energy I have left.

Sooooooo, that’s how it is! Things should be the same around here barring some periods of inactivity occasionally due to moving/spotty internet (but the queue should be running anyway.) A lot less negativity and gloom, hopefully! Wish me (and Chandler!!!!!) luck and please send us all your good, restful, soft and fluffy vibes!

(The restful slumber of a poor fluffy bastard who has NOOOOOOOOO idea of what the next few weeks have in store for him.)

[stimmyvillainarchive]

i'd love to hear more about your da days, especially the salt (but the sweet is cool too)

honestly they weren’t my better days (*coughs* when I was on there at 15 I ID’d as tr//usc//um + anti-mogai) and I still actually HAVE my acc up that’ll I’ll log on every so often (though most of the shit’s been deleted cause people kept tryin to discourse with me) but it wasn’t all shameful

honestly I was really innocent and for a good portion of it I just made sonic and mlp bases and drew ship art for me and scourge. (I’ve been thirstin on him since I was like, 10 I’m dedicated) And some of the OCs I’ve reblogged here actually originated from there but just got redesigns. And actually me posting sonic bases is how me and Boo met!! we bonded cause I adored scourge and she adored silver and we used to make each other art all the time. Though we didn’t start dating til 2016. (comin up on 2 years in august!)

Though even at my worst when I was anti-mogai I was… really bad at it? I kept making content for enbies and people with non LGB sexualities. Hell I was PAN and lots of people consider that mogai. (I personally don’t but I guess I just don’t feel like I belong to that community but eh??) And down the line idek what I was doing. I’ve made a lot of enemies there cause uhhhh lots of Christians on that site can’t stand me because I 1. am friends/friendly to non-Christians 2. Am interested in religions that aren’t related to christianity 3. I’m liberal/not a conservative 4. I’m pro-choice and 5. I’m supportive of LGBT+ and am part of it (got a LOT of “traitor” comments + people harassing me trying to tell me how I was turning my back on “God’s plan for me”)

I got a lot more sad stories I guess but! I’m not worried about them for rn. Overall for discourse a lot of it was just REALLY STUPID shit. Like I guess people are seeing me more as that one stim blog that discourses, which is ironic cause I was known at that one ARTIST that discoursed back in the day. So I have a LOT OF PEOPLE who REALLY HATE MY GUTS. Like to the point that I wouldn’t at all be surprised that those people are stalking this account *looks at the camera and blows a kiss*. Like the aforementioned religious nutcases. Me and a friend’s brought them up before. That Starr character. She used to stalk me day and night along with a friend of mine. (I haven’t spoken to this friend in ages though but that’s another story)

I can’t think of many salt stories off the top of my head but I’m sure the followers that have been talkin about this will remember some.

Though final, kinda sour note was sadly the discourse led me to meeting one of my abusers which uhhhh didn’t end so well and they’re partly why I had to leave dA in the first place cause my mental health had just gotten so bad. And it’s why I use this blog to help cause that was kinda the start of me recovering from it all. Though sadly my abuser’s back on that site and people who claimed to reprimand them are buddies with them so!! :’)))))))))) not exactly a fun time at the end of the day.

Idk if I regret it all though cause I did meet Boo through it along with other friends of mine. I haven’t had the best memories but it wasn’t a complete loss. And I can’t say I would have met these people otherwise

anyway I’ll stop rambling I got other asks to respond to

[95825s]

boxer! daniel

member: kang daniel ft park woojin

summary: you're not the type to see bloods or fights or basically bloods from fights but your brother aka park woojin had to involved himself as one of the new instructors in this boxing place and there is where you meet the almighty kang daniel

a/n: i got inspired after i watched wanna one movie teaser lmao this is like the most random plot ever like idek what am i writing because its almost 2am here and my mind is drunk so.... enjoy this ugly writing????

one thing for sure you hated is being forcefully drag into places you don't want to be in

but park woojin is one stubborn brother of yours that wants you as a support at his new job

sometimes you wonder if you guys are even related like woojin is athletic and competitive while you,,,,, i'll let you decide on that

"please, just this once!!"

"woojin, it's still a no"

"i'm gonna tell mom that you just spent $500 recklessly!!!"

"woah woah hold up, how did you even know about that"

"i got my ways"

and that's how you end up at the boxing place and tbh you just want to die there

all you could see is people punching each other and sweats smell are everywhere and it's just so....disgusting

also you wonder how in the world are you being in that place even allowed but woojin just drags you around and you had to hide yourself with your hoodie

"sit here and watch me teach my student"

woojin just leaves you there like a statue and tbh it's so awkward

AND your eyes finally look at the student that woojin is teaching to

and boy did your heart beat a little too fast and you just forgot how to breathe

the man look so gorgeous

his eyesmile never left his face when he's talking to woojin and you love it

you love it because somehow??? it made you feel joy???? happy????

and the cute mole you noticed under his eye

you: this man is really something.....

also you: ok that! is! enough!

you lowkey wanna thank woojin suddenly but your pride is too strong

"hey y/n stop daydreaming"

you swear you wanted to kill woojin right there but you're not that person

but that didn't stop you from feeling angry at him because apparently cute guy is looking at you now and you weren't ready for THAT

you try to ignore him and glare at woojin

BUT THEN YOU HEAR THE MOST ANGELIC YET CUTE LAUGH EVER

cute guy snatched your heart again

and you had to calm yourself down because this whole thing is alot to take in

because you never find someone that interesting that fast

woojin: i said to stop daydreaming!!!

you: YES I HEARD you---

you also hated how you always raise your voice to woojin when you guys argue especially WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT INFRONT OF CUTE GUY

woojin just shakes his head and you roll your eyes and cute guy just finds everything amusing

"your sibling?"

"unfortunately yes"

"HEY I HEARD THAT" - this is you

"they're kinda cute"

woojin made the most shocking face ever like he's just go

"that????? that person is cute for you?????"

your dumb move decides to plug in your earpiece so you didn't hear ANYTHING

"well,,,, yes"

"wow daniel... i never thought you would be someone to say that"

DANIEL rubs his neck and just nods shyly

woojin raises his eyebrow and smirks

"but they're not available for you"

"why"

"because to make them available, you have to go through me"

daniel slowly registers it in his mind and his lips turn into a sly smile

"i guess i have to do that then"

that's when you see woojin and daniel box

and it suddenly scares you because those punches are really strong

and you see them getting tired

you just wanna get out from the place tbh

but you can't leave when woojin expects you to be his supporter

lowkey you slowly becoming daniel's supporter

but you don't know his name yet so still

cute guy!

cute guy punches more and woojin FINALLY ends the practice session

"you hit alot harder today, daniel"

"well..... i think i just found my motivation"

woojin ignores it tbh he cringed over that actually but doesn't tell you about daniel finding you cute

and you're kinda sad that you won't see cute guy anymore

like you could ask woojin to bring you there again but that's too obvious???

daniel at the back, seeing you both leave: i hope they come back again......

so after a whole week not being able to go to the boxing place

you really miss seeing that cute eyesmile

and his personality seems so friendly too

you just want to get to know him honestly........

but you know you can't be with him because his profession is something you don't like

seeing fights....bloods.....it's not you

so you just rejects every invites by woojin

because he has nothing to bribe you with anymore (((your mom found out about the $500)))

but today

you get a call from woojin at 9pm and you have this weird feeling

and you get super nervous

"hello?"

"hey y/n??? can you come here? like right now"

"why why? did anything happen"

"i can't explain it now. it's just daniel needs you"

"daniel.....?"

"that student i'm teaching to....please come soon"

you didn't know why but

you really got worried and scared over a stranger you barely knew

when you arrived, you see at alot of cars and you figured it is match night and you realized that it could be with daniel

so your legs move so fast and you finally agree the fact that you and woojin are definitely siblings

because the moment you saw daniel with all blood and tired body on the ground, you ran so fast

"is he losing??"

"if he doesn't stands up, he is going to lose"

you could hear woojin's worried reply and you just feel like crying and your instinct that want to scream

"kang daniel, you can do it!!!!!!"

daniel hears your voice and he's actually surprised but he quickly recovers because your cheers gives him strength so he STANDS UP AND THE WHOLE CROWD CHEERS FOR HIM

you actually had chills because is it really because of you???? or???? but daniel looks at you like ONLY you and you just want to faint

he gives his cute smirk??? to you and then he box his way to VICTORY and highkey box his way to your heart too because kang daniel pushes everyone away and HUGS YOU

and you didn't mind at all because he's so comfortable like you have known him for so long..........and you also didn't mind getting to know him now,,,, fights and bloods???? still a no but atleast you have kang daniel now YAY

[danceydanceykpopfancy-blog]

Too Close Pt. 4

Character: Byun Baekhyun (EXO) 

Genre: idek

Word Count: 2123

(I do not own this GIF) 

A/N: Hello all of you! I know it has been months and you guys probably dont even remember me at this point. So I got surgery yesterday and I am on bed rest. I’ve been having health issues and have been busy with school and I was out of the country this summer. I am extremely sorry but I will try to update more often from now on :) thank you guys 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  

You woke up to the sound of your alarm coming from your phone on the night table at sharply 9:00 am. You were never a fan of waking up early but also wanted to be productive which led you to where you were right now, waking up at 9:00 am on a Saturday. Groaning you sat up, yawning and stretching until you reached for your phone, finally turning the annoying alarm off. Once you unlocked your phone your eyes widened, it was this early but you had 12 missing calls from the one and only, Byun Baekhyun. Getting worried since number one, he never wakes up this early and number two, he never spams you this much unless it’s important, you went to your contacts and clicked on Baekhyun’s, dialing with your heart beating hard at the thought of something horrible happening to him while you were asleep. It had been 5 rings and Baekhyun had not picked up when he usually picks up on the first one. Now you were getting worried, the call went to voicemail after a couple of rings. Getting up from your bed you went to your closet taking the first thing you saw to wear, not even worrying if it matched, your heart pounding and your hands shaking in worry. Without doing your hair or brushing your teeth you left your room and started looking for your keys, as you were looking under the couch your phone rang, your head lifting up in alarm. You reached for your phone and were a little relieved once you saw who it was.

“Baek what’s wrong? Are you ok? I’m on my way to your dorm, please tell me you are ok, talk to me please” You said reaching for the door once you found your keys and leaving your dorm not even locking the door, running at full speed. 

“Everything is wrong Y/N! I don’t know what to do!” He said in a very high pitched whine

Running even faster you got to the elevator clicking the button to go to the first floor.

“Tell me Baek, what happened?” You say clenching your shirt where your heart is and trying to catch your breath while the elevator starts to go down.

“I was supposed to go to a party with Sehun tonight but he cancelled on me! Can you believe that?” He said annoyed

Your mouth hung open and a sigh of relief left your body, after you took a couple of seconds to recover from the scare of your life you heard Baekhyun on the other line.

“Y/N? Did you hear me? Now I have no one to go to the part-”

“You are such an asshole Byun Baekhyun, wait until I see you, you are getting whipped” You said after the elevator doors opened with a ding sound, getting off and clicking the button to go up once again.

“Oooh Y/N, I didn’t know you were kinky like that” He said laughing

“Not funny Byun, you almost made me have a heart attack. I ran out of my dorm so fast” you said looking down at your feet “I’m not even wearing shoes oh my god Baek you are really going to get beat when I see you” you said surprised because you didn’t even notice your lack of shoes until now. 

Guilt struck Baekhyun, not being able to believe that you ran so fast to help him, forgetting to wear your shoes along the way.

“Are you okay?” He said turning a lot more serious after the possibility of your feet getting hurt.

“Physically yes, emotionally still recovering” You said matter of factly

“I’m sorry” He whispered, a whisper that was almost inaudible but you heard it, being used to the guilt that came after any mischievous act Baekhyun did.

“You know I can’t be mad at you for too long” you said with a sigh “Anyway why did you spam my phone with like 100 calls before?”

“And you call me exaggerated, it was 12 calls Y/N! 12! not 100, that’s like” He tried doing the math in his head “a lot less than 100!”

You chuckled going inside your dorm and laying on your couch after the mild heart attack baekhyun put you through.

“Anyway Y/N” he said putting emphasis on your name “I called you because, like I said before your murder rant, Sehun cancelled on me and we were supposed to go to this huge party tonight, at Kai’s house” he said

“And that should matter to me because?” you said getting annoyed as he was not getting straight to the point.

“Because you are going with me!” He said too happy for your liking

“Said who?” you sassed “Look Baek I love you and all but you know parties are not my thing, drunk guys trying to grind their way in my pants? No thanks I pass, just ask someone else”

“I did! But no one wants to go with me” He whined very loudly, too loudly, into the phone

“Glad to know I’m your last choice Baek” You said pretending to be hurt

“I’ll pick you up at 8:00, please dress appropriately, you need to look hot enough to be Byun Baekhyun’s best friend”

“Baek I said I don’t want to please don’t do that I really just-”

“See you later hottie, love you bye!”

He hung up. You sighed, you really hated his guts. ‘No I don’t’ you thought

After a long day of looking through every single article of clothing you had, you opted for a pair of high waisted, ripped jeans, a black crop top that went off your shoulders, and your pair of black and white adidas. This may not seem like the greatest outfit in history but it was completely out of your comfort zone.You looked at the clock realizing it was 5 pm. Your eyes widened in shock.

“It was like 10 am 5 minutes ago what the hell!” You said out loud

You had 3 hours to get ready, for now you went to the kitchen and made a sandwich since you had not eaten all day trying to look for appropriate attire and making a huge mess along the way. You went to your drawer ,munching on the last bite of your sandwich, getting out a matching pair of bra and panties and hopping in the shower hoping to not take too long. Shaving about everything on your body took up the most time in your shower, you washed your hair with a strawberry scented shampoo and did your regular shower routine.

You got out of the bathroom with just your bra and underwear on, not wanting to deal with the struggle that is having to put on skin tight jeans after a shower. You moisturized your whole body and decided to go get a glass of water from the kitchen. As soon as you walked out of your room you heard a loud scream coming from your couch. Startled you screamed as well until you saw Baekhyun sitting there with eyes widened staring up and down at your quite revealing body. Grabbing his jacket that was sitting next to him you tried covering as much of your body as you could.

“What are you doing here!” You screamed

“I came to make sure your outfit was good!” He screamed back

“How did you even get in!”

“The door was unlocked!”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here!”

“You were in the shower!” he screamed “Why are you naked?” he screamed again

Blushing your tried to press his sweater tighter to your body. You looked at him, both of you making eye contact and both of you burst into a fit of laughter. He got up and embraced you in a hug, completely shutting you and your laughter up, and making the very much common blush in your face reappear.

“I’m sorry I just wanted to make sure you looked great, don’t be shy in front of me we are best friends” He said hugging you tighter placing his hands on your bare back.

“B...Baek get out I’m still not done, you said 8. Just trust me with the outfit ok?” You said breaking apart from his hug.

“Fine, but you better not let me down ok?” He said heading for the door “See you at 8!” He said leaving

Recalling the events that had just happened your cheeks started heating up. ‘Baek just saw me half naked’ you repeated in your brain, trying to function after that.

After Baekhyun left he couldn’t stop thinking about what he had just seen. You and Baekhyun had been best friends for the longest time, he saw you as someone irreplaceable in his life, and loved you more than anyone. Why did seeing you like that make his stomach get butterflies? He then realized what you had told him was right, both of you had grown up...a lot.

Baekhyun picked you up exactly at 8, you both drove to the party, jamming to songs together. You made him promise he wouldn’t leave you alone in there since you didn’t know anyone. Yet..it hadn’t even been 30 minutes into the party and there you were, standing, alone not knowing what to do. After scrolling through your phone you looked up to see something that made your insides churn. Baekhyun was hugging a girl, they were talking and smiling to each other. Her hand was on Baekhyun’s shoulder and his was on her waist.

A guy walked by offering ‘mystery drinks’ in red cups. You took one and chugged it down, this broke one of the most important rules of parties. You remember your first party, with Baekhyun obviously. “Listen up Y/N there is rules to parties ok? Rule number one! Do not take drinks from anyone, do you understand? Especially if they’re in a red cup, those are sketchy” you remember him telling you and you chuckled at the irony. Both of you had been 16 at the time and of course you followed his ‘party rules’ no matter what. Now it was different, you needed to forget. Just like that you found yourself chugging 4 cups of said ‘mystery drink’

You felt great. You were dancing with no worries and you were being friendly with everyone. You knew you wouldn’t feel as great the next morning, yet you kept drinking. You hadn’t seen Baekhyun since you last saw him with that one girl and honestly you didn’t want to see him. After dancing for what seemed like ages you went and sat down on one of the couches, catching your breath. You closed your eyes and rested your head on the couch, feeling slightly dizzy. ‘So this is what being drunk feels like?’ you thought to yourself. You spent so much time listening to everything Baekhyun told you that you missed out on so many things. You had never gotten drunk, or rebelled, or even kissed a guy; all because of him. You were tired.

Suddenly a hand on your waist interrupted your deep thinking. You opened your eyes to see a familiar face. A guy from your psych class, Chanyeol was it? “Hey” he said

“Hello” you whispered, the dizziness increasing

“Why are you by yourself?” the tall guy in front of you said

“My best friend dumped me for a girl, and now I’m stuck at this party, all bored until he’s done having his fun” you closed your eyes and sighed

”Maybe I could change that. The being bored part I mean” you opened your eyes once again and looked at him and there was a very obvious smirk on his face.

You looked at him. He is cute, tall and his smile is kind of creepy in an adorable way. ‘Fuck it’ you thought. You were done being Baekhyun’s little puppet, following all the rules he had set for you. You had to live too, besides the only reason why you followed those rules was because you hoped you would be able to experience all of those things with Baekhyun at some point. That obviously wasn’t going to happen, you are Baekhyun’s best friend, his little sister. “You’re not a woman to me, you’re my best friend” those words replayed in your mind, and without noticing you found yourself saying “Sure Chanyeol”

You looked at his hopeful eyes and suddenly he was leaning in. You knew what he was trying to do and you were not going to try and stop him. Whatever had to happen will happen. You felt him getting closer and closer, you could feel his breath on your lips and his nose touching yours. All of the sudden what you expected the least happened. That voice.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”