#[i'm still meh about the pairing on paper]

[aellyne]

The subtitle for Lovers is '몹시 그리워하고 사랑한'. Machine translated: "who dearly missed and loved".

This screams angst and longing and I'm here for it, muahahah

[selineram3421]

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You're Off-key

Prologue

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ The Book of Bill SPOILERS HERE! Do NOT read if you don't want any spoils of the book. Other than that, enjoy. -mentions of madness, blood, cryptids, italics= thoughts, ya know..the usual. Oh! And for our old pal Stan, some swear words. ⚠

You missed this.

Being one of the weird kids who loved the supernatural, interested in solving puzzles, uncovering secrets. Of course you ended up watching Gravity Falls.

Never really growing out of it, you'd still watch videos about ghosts or getting a heavy duty flashlight and a pair of brass knuckles for whatever made a noise in your apartment.

Ghost or not, they'd learn not to mess with you!

At some point you got The Book of Bill.

It was so cool! Little funny and silly at times. There was also the triangle's descent into madness. Man those pictures were good.

Also an axolotl?

You don't know but it looked cute.

As you kept reading, the more you wanted to experience everything you didn't get to when you were younger.

So you decided on a road trip!

A road trip to all the places that inspired the creator of the show and the final stop would be Bill's statue!

Best friend in the passenger seat! Sun glasses in the glove boxes! And snacks to last you a while before the next gas station stop!

You even brought a camera!

"Ready for the time of your life?", you asked excitedly.

"In this heat?", your best friend fanned their face with the paper map. "It'll be meh but yeah, I'm ready for the car AC."

You both were in the car, ready to begin the adventure to Oregon, but you were just double checking before it actually began.

"Ok, ok. I'll start the car.", you said and put the key in the ignition, turning it and starting the car.

Immediately putting the AC on high, both of you were ready and you slowly backed out the driveway.

"Let's get that fucking pie!", you said and put on the sun glasses.

It was really bright today.

First you went to the famous diner with the pie. It was a give in, honestly but the pie was really good. Next to the Oregon Vortex. Now that was a really weird shack! Everything was leveled but you were standing slanted a bit. Then you both went to every roadside attraction that you could and got some key chains for souvenirs. It's been really clear weather since you started the road trip, which was a bit of a surprise. It was supposed to sprinkle at some point.

Finally, the last thing on the list arrived.

Playing the song "We'll Meet Again" by Vera Lynn as you drove to the parking area and both of you were singing along to it before you had to turn off the car.

You brought The Book of Bill for fun.

Deciding to joke around, you bought some spaghetti to go and went to park the car before venturing into the woods where Bill's Statue was.

"Are you seriously gonna try it?", your best friend laughed.

"Why not?", you smiled while putting a water bottle in your pack. "It's ok to be silly. Mabel says so. Trust the silliness!"

"Yeah, ok.", they agreed with a smile. "If we get mauled by a bear, I'm sacrificing you first."

.....

"Fair."

Camera, spaghetti, book of Bill, and water! (Also a flashlight.) You were ready for a photo shoot with the oh so famous Dream Demon!

Looking back to see the sun, you guessed that you had about two hours to find Bill's statue before it got too dark. Your best friend had a map they downloaded off the internet that would lead you straight to it. Of course, with you having some attention issues, you'd get sidetracked by anything you found interesting, hence needing the two hours.

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You were right!

The two hours were needed because you were still trying to solve one of the codes in the book, while also getting distracted by some cool looking bugs around the area.

"Did you try the Caesar cipher?", your friend asked.

"Yeah, but this is new. It's something else.", you sighed. "I should have tried the website before leaving.", you grumbled sadly.

"Hey, it's totally fine!", they said and patted your back a few times. "You'll get to do that when we go back home.", then they pointed towards the right with their thumb. "By the way, Bill statue is next to us, over by those bushes."

"WHAT!?", you screeched and ran over, whispering a few ouches as the branches of the bush scratched your legs.

That's when you saw it.

In all of its odd glory was the Bill statue with its hand out, waiting for a hand shake.

"Eeeeee!", you cheered as you got closer, hearing your friend laugh behind you as you did so. "I gotta give him spaghetti!"

Opening up your bag, you took out the take-out box that held the noodley deliciousness and took a quick forkfull for yourself before putting it in front of the stone triangle.

"I really thought you were joking.", says your friend as they watch you take out the book and camera from your backpack.

"Nope!", you smile, snapping a quick picture of the statue with spaghetti. "Ok, now for the silliest part."

You take out Parmesan cheese and a cheese grater.

"Oh this is fucking hilarious.", your best friend says and takes pictures of you with their phone.

The sun hits the horizon and the sky is slowly darkening, you start grating the cheese and when you think it's enough, you stop.

"Hey, take a pic with me shaking his hand.", you say and get closer to the statue, reaching out to touch it.

"Sure thing jellybean.", they say and lift their phone up. "It's my turn after you."

"Ok!", you say and put a thumbs up as you put your other hand on the statue's.

As you look to where your best friend is, all you can see is darkness.

You call their name in confusion. "Are you there?", you ask. "Turn on the flashlight, its really dark out here."

But you get no response.

And then you hear something odd.

Kinda sounds like someone with a weird sound filter over their laughing.

"Ok, ha ha.", you roll your eyes. "Quit playing the Bill audio and take the picture already."

When you try to get a better hold on the statue, you realize you weren't holding anything at all.

"What?", you say and look at your hand. "Wait.. Why can I see my hand perfectly fine when everything else is-"

"Well, well, well!", says a familiar voice from behind you.

What?

Turning around you see a floating, glowing Dorito chip with a fancy bow tie and a top hat.

Holy shit.

"Here we are at last! I've been waiting an eternity to meet you."

How is this happening? Was one of the snacks you ate expired? Did you eat the wrong brownies!?

"Thanks for reading my best seller kid!", Bill says and twirls his cane into existence in his hand. "And for the handshake.", he blinks. Winks?

"Wait, hold on! I-!", you start.

"See you in Gravity Falls!", the triangle snaps his fingers and suddenly there's a hole beneath your feet that reveals a cartoon animated forest.

"Wha-"

"Don't break your neck on the way down!", the one eyed demon waves.

And you begin to fall.

ZKDW D QLFH VXQQB GDV

~Seline, the person.

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[ihrtnjm]

a library date with jisung

synopsis: you and jisung have a date with the books. pairing: park jisung (nct) x fem!reader genre: fluff, uni!au wc: 213 a/n: hallo again :3 as i post this it's the day before spring break and i'm gonna see dream in less than a week (!!!!) if you like what you're reading, please reblog to support more of my work! thank u for reading :D

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okay but... imagine going on library dates with jisung. after your last class, he would wait outside your classroom and give his hand to you as you walk to the campus library. you two talk about each other's day as you head there.

"how was your day?" he asks.

"...meh, it was okay. just the same old lectures today. although, i did get my midterm back! a minus, baby!!" you cheer.

"woah, that's awesome!"

"yep, and i barely studied!"

by the time you arrive and begin studying, you can't help but focus on jisung. even though you try and get work done, you're still distracted by him. brows furrowed and lips pursed, he tries to work on an essay that's due next week.

"can you look this over for me?"

knocking you out of your jisung-induced daze, you reply, "of course."

flushed, you take his computer and read through the paper. once you finish adding notes and tips, you hand it back to him. throughout the afternoon, you work on your upcoming assignments. while you try to focus on your work, you glance at him as he works diligently. you can't believe that he's yours. he notices you staring at him, and smiles at you. you smile back at him. he's all yours.

[mi-rae07]

Park Seonghwa : His Sunshine (Part 3/?)

Pairing : Park Seonghwa (Ateez) and named character (Lee Byeol)

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Byeol : just a little higher please?

The worker brought the light banner a bit more higher against the roof as byeol gave a light clap before saying

Byeol : perfect! Thank you.

Byeol turned around to now focus on the party menu that was being planned as she added some suggestions to add onto the drinks menu. She was just about to look through the main course menu when her eyes went to seonghwa who was walking past the corridors now, deep in discussion with some of the deputies that had come from the ministry to discuss to defense matters.

Seonghwa was wearing an all black suit, his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows frowned as the deputy said something to him, another showing him some paperwork as seonghwa ran his eyes along the paper as well, focused and sharp.

Byeol suddenly forgot about the preparations for a second as she just stared at seonghwa, realizing how strikingly handsome he was. She had seen many handsome men in her life, but none of them could seem to keep their hands off byeol. Seonghwa was the only man who had respected her boundaries as a woman, no matter how rude he was to her.

And his beauty was just unmatched.

Byeol smiled as seonghwa looked over at her, her waving her hands up in the air as she motioned for him to come to her. Byeol watched seonghwa excuse himself as the deputies stared at him in utter shock and confusion, him walking up to her with a cold face as she ran up to him excitedly before saying

Byeol : hi! I was trying to find you-

Seonghwa : I've been busy.

Byeol : I can see that. Anyway, what do you like in terms of food?

Seonghwa : did you seriously call me up till here to ask that?

Byeol : well, yes. The party's in 5 days and you're the one paying for everything, I would feel bad if I don't at least add something you like to eat onto the party menu.

Seonghwa : I don't have preferences, ask my mother if you want suggestions.

Seonghwa was about to turn and walk away when byeol held him by his shirt cuff, pointing towards the decorations before asking

Byeol : how is the décor then. Look, I've mixed in emerald green for me and jet black for you. As, you know, symbolism?

Seonghwa : jet black for me?

Byeol : meh, it's the aura you give off.

Seonghwa frowned as he turned towards byeol before asking

Seonghwa : I give off jet black for you?

Byeol : what did you expect then, mauve?

Seonghwa let out a breath as he muttered

Seonghwa : whatever.

Seonghwa was once again about to turn and walk away when byeol said

Byeol : you haven't been sleeping.

Seonghwa paused on his tracks as she said

Byeol : the week before when the storm was still going on heavily you'd have your lights off by 11 max, but now it's up till 4am. Something's wrong, isn't it?

Seonghwa : is this what you do when you're supposed to be sleeping? Stare under my bedroom door?

Byeol shrugged as she said

Byeol : I'm just really attentive. And that's why the deputies are here too, right? There's some strange demon activity.

Seonghwa : what was the one thing I told you not to do while you were at my manor?

Byeol : mr park-

Seonghwa : not meddle in my work, yes? This is exactly what you're doing right now, so stop.

Byeol : I was just…concerned? If you can't sleep I have some potions that might help-

Seonghwa turned around to face byeol as he cut her off by saying

Seonghwa : do you not get the hint, miss lee? I don't want your stupid potions, I don't need your help or your concern. If I can't sleep, I cant. If there's something wrong with my work, then there is. None of that should bother you. All you have to do is mind your business, find some stupid husband soon and get the hell out of my manor and my life.

Byeol stared at seonghwa as he let out a breath before saying

Seonghwa : it's pathetic how you keep running behind people who clearly don't like your presence.

Saying that seonghwa turned and walked away to join the deputies once again, byeol letting out a sigh as she muttered under her breath

Byeol : caviar it is.

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Byeol was now quietly eating dinner opposite seonghwa, his mother having gone to sleep earlier than usual leaving them to eat alone awkwardly. At least, seonghwa was being awkward. Byeol was being as usual, unaffected and nonchalant. Nothing seemed to affect her, seonghwa thought. Not a single crack was to be seen, not a single emotion out of place.

Seonghwa : I uh…

Byeol looked up at seonghwa as he paused, gripping the spoon tighter in his hand before saying

Seonghwa : the deputies today-

Byeol : if you can’t say it you don’t have to. I’ll find out some other way anyway, it is alright.

Byeol could hear how seonghwa was struggling sharing that information, it was probably supposed to be confidential. Seonghwa sighed as he said

Seonghwa : no about what I said back there, I was just really stressed and running on an hour of sleep.

Byeol : so you’re saying you didn’t mean it?

Seonghwa did not say anything to that. Byeol chuckled as she took a bite of her food before saying

Byeol : well, I wouldn’t blame you even if you said you did mean it, mr park. Who wouldn’t want an intruder off their property?

Seonghwa : I don’t think of you as an intruder.

Byeol : then what do you think of me as?

Seonghwa stared at byeol, her emerald green eyes staring right into his black ones as if she could read through them. Seonghwa had always had the upper hand in everything, he was always the more colder and shut off person compared to the other. But with byeol it was different, she seemed to hide everything way easier than seonghwa. And she was good at fishing everything out of him when he never let anyone get in through him like that. What was she?

Seonghwa : do you never have any other emotions except…except this one? You never get angry, upset, nothing. You’re always just the same, unaffected.

Byeol : is that a bad thing?

Seonghwa : humans have emotions-

Byeol : oho, look who’s talking huh.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes as byeol smiled and said

Byeol : anger does you nothing good, it just ruins your life. Why get angry then if you already know it’s so bad for you and the people around you? Plus…

Byeol took another bite of her chicken as she said

Byeol : I heard it gives you wrinkles faster.

Seonghwa smiled, and it was the first time byeol had seen it. She felt her heart do a flip and it took everything in her to not let it show on her face. She figured why seonghwa smiled less now, it was too sweet, too precious to be seen by this cruel world.

Seonghwa : what did you decide on in terms of my favourite food then, miss lee?

Byeol : oh, caviar.

Seonghwa : caviar!

Byeol : I’ll pay for it, worry not.

Seonghwa : it’s not about the price. You think I like caviar out of all things?

Byeol : do you not?

Seonghwa : I mean…okay, yes. But it’s not my most favourite.

Byeol snorted as she said

Byeol : then what is it? Red velvet cupcakes?

Seonghwa stared at byeol with a shocked face, making her gasp as she laughed out loud

Byeol : YOU DO LIKE RED VELVET CUPCAKES!

Seonghwa's cheeks turned red as he said

Seonghwa : oh shut up.

Byeol : PARK SEONGHWA! The morally grey man loves red velvet cupcakes, I cannot!

Seonghwa : can you lower your voice-

Byeol : OH I’M SO NOT PUTTING THIS INTO THE MENU NOW!

Byeol laughed as seonghwa watched, a smile unknowingly spreading on his lips at her excited chatters. And for the first time in his life, seonghwa had enjoyed dinner.

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2 days later :

Byeol had been staring at the light coming out through seonghwa's room for an hour now, her fingers playing around the vial of sleeping potion that she had always kept at hand. She finally walked towards his door before knocking on it, seonghwa opening it a few seconds later with a frown as he eyed her before asking

Seonghwa : is something wrong?

He looked like a mess. His hair was everywhere, his eyebags more defined now, his cheeks pale. He really hadn't been sleeping well.

Byeol : okay don't start screaming, but I brought a sleeping potion.

Seonghwa just stared at byeol blankly as she sighed and said

Byeol : you're doing so much just to help me find a husband, paying for such a grand party and what not. If I can accept that, can't you really just accept a sleeping potion from me?

Seonghwa stared at the vial byeol was holding for a few seconds before rolling his eyes, leaving the door open as he walked back inside his room. Byeol smiled in victory as she walked in as well, seonghwa sitting down on his bed as he said tiredly

Seonghwa : why do you even have this potion with you in the first place?

Byeol : in case of emergencies like this?

Seonghwa : not because you can't sleep?

Byeol shrugged, putting the vial on the bedside table as she said

Byeol : I can sleep well without the potion as well.

Seonghwa : can you?

Byeol frowned as she looked at seonghwa before asking

Byeol : is that an accusation, mr park?

Seonghwa let out a breath as he unstopped the vial before gulping the liquid down, grimacing at it's taste immediately.

Seonghwa : is this poison?

Byeol : why would I poison you right now mr park? I still need you to pay for the party.

Seonghwa scoffed, of course. All of this was just so he could appear for her party and pay for it in good shape.

Seonghwa : did you see the guest list?

Byeol : yes. And they're all quite influential, powerful men as well. I just need to see if they can be a nonchalant husband as well now.

Seonghwa : nonchalant. Have you…really never dreamed of finding a good husband? A husband who can love, protect and provide?

Byeol snorted as she said

Byeol : you're talking about fairytales, not men.

Was it really possible for someone to never dream of finding love?

Seonghwa : even I've dreamed of a good wife as a young boy.

Byeol seemed intrigued at that.

Byeol : oh really? How exactly did you dream here to be then?

Seonghwa shrugged as he said the obvious

Seonghwa : kind, smart, loving, caring, a beautiful smile, long hair.

Byeol chuckled as she said

Byeol : long hair!

Seonghwa : I thought it would be cute when it was windy and the hair would fly everywhere. You know, like fairytales.

Byeol giggled, sitting down on the bed next to seonghwa as she said

Byeol : you're a very funny man, mr park. And now that you mention long hairs, I too had wanted one thing in my dream husband. Not long hair, but it was something long.

Seonghwa : UGH-

Byeol laughed as seonghwa shook his head in disgust before saying

Seonghwa : I did not expect this from such a refined young lady.

Byeol : you think I'm refined?

Seonghwa : barely.

Byeol : excuse me!

Seonghwa chuckled as byeol smiled and said

Byeol : okay tell me more then! What else did you want long in her?

Seonghwa : Jesus christ!

And for the first time that room heard laughter and chuckles that night.

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2 days later :

Byeol was now getting ready for the party, having worn an emerald green off-shoulder evening gown and emerald earrings to match with it. Her bobbed hair laid in curls against her neck, her lips dark red. All she missed was a necklace, but that she couldn't have imported due to some stupid reason. So she'd just decided to skip the necklace part.

Byeol looked up as she heard a knock on her door, sighing as she said

Byeol : come in!

Byeol watched as seonghwa stepped in, dressed in an all black suit once again. But this time it had Opal gems all over it, decorated intricately and beautifully. Done by hand, surely.

Byeol : did your mother make that blazer?

Seonghwa nodded, walking closer to byeol as he said

Seonghwa : it's her hobby, I'm surprised you didn't realize that by looking at her hand.

Byeol chuckled as she said

Byeol : I didn't really look into her hands.

Seonghwa nodded as he placed a jewelry box on the table lying in front of byeol, pressing a button as the box clicked open. Byeol gasped, staring at the most beautiful emerald necklace she had ever seen in her life.

Byeol : no, mr park-

Seonghwa : just take it, it'll help you find a husband with quality. If a man can recognize this necklace and talks to you about it, it means he has expensive taste in jewels and fashion. Probably your type, and he can buy you good jewelry for special days.

Byeol : is this necklace that special?

Seonghwa : do you perhaps know the muggle French queen Marie Antionette?

Byeol : mhmm?

Seonghwa : it was her least favorite emerald necklace, I bought it at a muggle auction.

Byeol chuckled as she shook her head and said

Byeol : you can't let me keep this.

Seonghwa : my mother won't wear things like this, and I have no other lady I know personally. I don't plan on having a wife either.

Byeol sighed, knowing seonghwa wasn’t going to take this back as she said

Byeol : okay, then hold on.

Seonghwa frowned as byeol walked over to her bedside table, opening it as she pulled out a pin that was shaped like a clover, it's leaves made of emeralds instead. Byeol walked closer to seonghwa before pinning it onto seonghwa's suit's chest pocket. She didn’t give a chance for him to retaliate.

Byeol : it belonged to my grandfather once, he got it as a wedding gift from my grandma who also, apparently likes jewels and collects them. She made this pin by hand and gifted it to him on their first wedding anniversary. He died, so then I somehow got it.

Seonghwa stared at the pin, awestruck. What he had given her was expensive, but this had meaning to it. Too much meaning for someone like him.

Seonghwa : miss lee. This is your family heirloom-

Byeol : and yet not as expensive as this necklace that you gave me. This will make us equal, mr park.

Seonghwa : I did not give you the necklace to get something in return.

Byeol smoothened the pin in as she looked up at seonghwa before asking

Byeol : then why did you?

Seonghwa stared at byeol, feeling his breathing getting shallow as he said

Seonghwa : I thought…I thought you'd look beautiful in it. I couldn't find anyone else that would ever do this beautiful necklace justice. Even Marie Antionette was shaded away by the necklace when she wore it, people only talked about the necklace, not her. Hence why it’s her least liked necklace. No one in history has ever worn this necklace, it has always worn it’s wearer instead. But you…I think you could be the first.

Byeol stared at seonghwa, feeling like she wanted to just quit this party and stay with him forever. How she wished the storm hadn't stopped.

Byeol : are you sure you don't want to give your name in for the husband's list?

Seonghwa said nothing, his heart beating faster and faster. Byeol chuckled as she patted seonghwa's chest one last time before stepping back as she said

Byeol : I was joking. Thank you for the beautiful necklace, mr park. I'll be forever grateful.

Seonghwa nodded feeling hot all of a sudden, but all he could think was this.

He wished she wasn't joking.

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[greypetrel]

Hey hey! 7, 23, 65 for the writer asks? c:

Hey there! :D

Here you go, thanks for asking!

I'm gonna put a cut because... Because the first two questions tackles in the perilous field of "Arja majored in literature and every time she has to discuss storytelling meta she's like this":

Tis the prompt list.

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I think of who could give the most interesting insight over the same event, and choose according to that. It all depends on what I'm trying to achieve with that piece of writing and the vibe I want to give: in the end a dramatic event stays dramatic, the pov just changes the flavour.

Example: In the Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts chapter, I switch the POV a couple of times accordingly. In the first scene, it's Aisling because she's the only one to exactly hear what dear Gaspard has to tell her. It must be her POV to avoid a long explanation of how she felt in that moment... That she wouldn't want to give, because the second POV is Cullen and knowing he's not faring well, she would never, at this point, go into many details about how bad she felt. You can see in the second scene what would have happened if the POV started with Cullen right away. Yes, you get what happened... I think, tho, that seeing it first-hand could give a nice other side. It changes again for the mission because I wanted a little "Why the heck is she explaining us her plan?" moment, and to start introducing that there are other people working behind the ballroom. And the last scene, with the final duel with the assassin (censoring who is it because a friend who reads me hasn't played Inquisition and if she hasn't read that chapter I don't want to spoil her GREIS DON'T CLICK) which I kept even if SOMEHOW Aisling in game won Belle of the Balle (don't ask me why, Josie drugged her)... I switched back to Cullen, because him not knowing exactly what the Science Bros had planned added a sense of uncertainty and urgency that made the pace quicker and more surprising... Which fitted, I wanted a super quick scene.

Hope it made sense xD

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

EDITED because the former one was more for Original writing and meh I thought of something better.

Originality is overrated.

And by which I mean: looking and actively pursuing something truely original at all costs will only stress you out. It goes in original and fanfiction writing. Stories got told all the time, and if you didn't start writing out of a bubble without ever consuming any work of fiction, you'll get influenced by stuff you liked, whether you want it or not. It's normal, it's something you can see in big ass authors, in authors that you study as "big innovators".

Futurists, who prided themselves in being truely, 100% original by doing something entirely new... Still were influenced by what came before. Because to do the opposite of what came before you must know what did. You must know what you don't want to do if you want to do something different. And that's why Italian futurists were assholes and I hate them and you shouldn't praise them fuck you Marinetti. Russian futurism is something entirely, wildly different and the Russians HATED the Italians with a reason But I shan't start talking about futurists or we'll end up with an essay on that let me just kiss gently on the forehead mr Livshits I love you Benedikt Konstantinovich and your glorious autobiography.

All it matters is not what you write. Is HOW you write it. Give it your vision, give what matters to you, and even if the basic story is yet another fic of a pairing that got written by so many people... Nobody wrote your specific vision of it. And that's all that matters.

At the end of the day, in the hands of a good writer who believes and has something personal to say about a certain trope... The tropes I like the least on paper are something I enjoy from people that thought about it and that you can SEE loved that story. And it's great.

Edited from before because thinking about it better, it's true that genre should not be considered so fixed as I sometimes see them being... But I thought about it better and "mediocrity" shouldn't be so shunned. Write your story, I don't care if it's good. If it makes you happy writing it, if it makes you crack a smile and it doesn't offend people, go for it. Mediocrity is good, mediocrity shouldn't be demonized or looked upon with a frown. If it brings ONE smile to one person, that's a good book, no matter the originality of it. Which brings us to the point I edited this in.

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Uh, currently? I can't wait to end Monster Fic to start with DadWolf x°D

Beside that, I got half an idea of expanding a little on the collection of prompts about Raina... And writing something about the duel with the Arishok. Peak drama, peak tragic hero moment. I need to structure it a little better in my head, maybe replay that mission to have a clearer mind (the last time I played it it was with Garrett, aka a mage... Raina is a rogue and after Leandra she'll kill herself before allowing him to go in her place. Really it would be a categoric "No you're not going. Not in a million years." Yes they'll have the fight of a lifetime afterwards.). But yeah.

Also since today I really want to write a snippet of Dark Lady AU in which Cullen makes it to Barad Dur in friendlier terms and notices that there are cats EVERYWHERE. And as every good dog person that doesn't really like cats all that much he'll be LOVED by all the cats. He'll go to sleep and wake up from the purring. Will get used to it pretty soon, he just never paid that much attention to cats. Nazgul flying from Barad Dur to Mordor with backpacks with portholes to bring their cats around.

[maya-matlin]

Hi Ashton, I love your blog and wanted to ask whether there are any ships that you WANTED to like and objectively know are good couples but which you just can't muster any actual feelings for? For me it's Brulian. Like objectively they're great at least starting in s8 when they suddenly rewrote Julian's whole personality and I love that Brooke found happiness. BUT they just don't spark anything for me when I see them on screen, their chemistry is meh, their connection feels forced, and what is with Julian's ongoing obsession with Brooke's high school life and the fact that she was "popular" even when they're in their mid to upper 20s lol! Another one is Steroline. Friends to lovers, personalities that should perfectly complement each other and so on, but in reality they were so flat, and the acting and writing never sold me on them being anywhere close to in love. And the biggest one: Joey/Pacey. Everyone I know adores them and I wanted to ship them, but they just go overboard with the nonstop bickering to the point where they almost never seem truly compatible to me, Joey keeps choosing other guys over Pacey for the final two seasons - even that Eddie guy and then some rando from NY - and I just always feel like there's this imbalance where about 90% of the time Pacey is a lot more into Joey than she's into him? Anyway those are my confessions re solid ships I wanted to love but just don't give me any real feels. I would love to hear yours!

Hi! 💜 Thank you so much!

So to begin with, I definitely agree about Brulian. Their relationship is fine and relatively healthy, but I find it impossible to care about their romantic relationship. It's almost unfair that I compare them to Brucas because objectively, Brooke's relationship with Julian had a much stronger foundation and he treated her better than Lucas ever did. I mean, Julian was in a much better place by the time they became a couple and didn't have Lucas's baggage. But at the same time, so much time was dedicated to Brooke's reaction to her first love betraying her with her best friend to the point she spent years avoiding love. Even when she seemed to think she'd found it such as when she dated Chase, eventually Brooke was forced to realize that it wasn't the real thing and likely just a rebound. I guess I wanted more from their relationship? The chemistry was fine, but nothing special. They lacked the rawness of Brooke and Lucas. Sometimes, chemistry isn't everything. But when the story is nothing special and it's so late into the series AND the chemistry isn't grabbing you, this leads to a situation where it's difficult to root for the pairing even when you want to. But yeah, Julian clearly had some insecurities regarding the fact he was the high school geek and romanticized the idea of Brooke and co's high school experience. Because obviously, nothing could ever be better than growing up in a small, southern, most definitely conservative town where its mayor murdered his own brother.

I can't speak for Stefan/Caroline yet because I've still only seen the first season of the show, but I understand why you feel that way. I've seen that sentiment expressed before. On paper, they're my type of ship, so I'm curious how I'll respond to their romantic relationship. Because so far, I'm really enjoying Stefan's relationship with Elena and hating the inevitable Elena/Damon thing.

Yeah.. I can't agree with your Pacey/Joey opinion at all. But I will say that Joey really suffered writing wise because she needed to be a possible love interest to both Dawson and Pacey. So Joey needed to appear as though she loved Pacey and was committed to him. But at the same time, there needed to be enough doubt and ambiguity that whenever the writers were ready, they could pull the plug and act like it was always Dawson for Joey. Which is basically what happened for like a season. As a result, Pacey appears more into Joey because he had no reason to be conflicted in universe. IDK. I promise I'm not trying to change your opinion. Just trying to discuss what I think went wrong LOL. Anyways, I'm sorry you weren't able to invest in their relationship!

I think my actual answers are likely to be a disappointment, but I'll try.

Fiona/Imogen (Degrassi): Maybe it's because I wasn't super into Fiona's story lines during this time. Maybe I just struggled to care about any relationship that wasn't Zig and Maya's in season 12. But for some reason, I never cared about these two. I acknowledge they were sweet and overall healthy. If I was watching for the first time now, I'd probably be on board. But because I already know how their story line plays out, there's no excitement for me? So I don't see my opinion on their relationship ever changing.

Dallas/Alli (Degrassi): I blame my disinterest on the fact Alli went from boyfriend to boyfriend for multiple seasons. The writers' favorite pastime was luring Alli into a false sense of security before her latest relationship blew up in some brutal fashion. Dallas was boyfriend #5, right after Alli's abusive (brief) husband. It's obvious to me Dallas was truly in love with Alli and treated her the best out of all of her boyfriends, but I never bought it on Alli's end. I feel like Alli settled for Dallas after her marriage came to a shocking, traumatizing end and entered a relationship with him while she was still healing from that. Besides, I think this story line was done even better with Dave, someone I actually believed Alli loved, following her first two terrible relationships. The writers not so subtly traded one, black main character for another and pushed Dave out of the show the minute Dallas gained prominence.

Clay/Quinn (OTH): Overall, the later seasons weren't as well written as the early ones. I feel like there was a certain pressure to immediately establish Clay and Quinn as the couple to root for. Before we were familiar with their individual characters, they were being shoved into scenes together, confiding in each other over Clay's dead wife and Quinn's failed marriage. It didn't work for me? I mean, I felt more watching the flashbacks to Clay and Sara's romance than I ever felt with Clay and Quinn in three seasons. They were fine. It's nice they made each other happy, and they were a cute family with Logan. But I was indifferent to the relationship itself.

Tim/Lyla (Friday Night Lights): To be fair, I've only seen this show once. Everything indicates they'd be a couple I'd like. The chemistry was there. It's hard not to invest in the "guy falls for his best friend's girlfriend/ex" story line unless it's Archie and Betty. The actors were gorgeous together. Tim brought out a more fun, lighter side to Lyla. But I couldn't bring myself to care about them, and I'm not sure why. Something didn't feel right.

[jimothystu]

Top Ten Fic Game! share your top [10*] fics by Kudos! drop the links so people can read them! bonus: do you agree or disagree with the readers on these being in your top 10? tag some homies who might want to do it too!

thank you @milf-arteta!!

10 better than in my dreams [cole caufield/nick suzuki]

agree/disagree?

this is one of my personal favourites, so i'd say i agree that it's one of my better ones. though i feel like more of my recent ones are better in general re the writing style, the plot, etc.

9 later [juraj slafkovsky/arber xhekaj]

agree/disagree?

oh yes. this was my first xhekovsky fic and i fucking love it lmao. it was so much fun to write and also @donttelltheelff helped me with it so that made it extra fun. idk i also just enjoyed the like, not quite edging but the teasing of them almost getting time to be alone together but things keep coming up. but they do, eventually, get their alone time in the second chapter lmao.

8 you're my instinct [auston matthews/mitch marner]

agree/disagree?

meh. this was one of my first hockey rpfs i think, and maybe the first one i wrote for 1634 so i don't feel like it's my best work.

7 they're not glass slippers but they're close enough [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk]

agree/disagree?

i love me some crack mixed with more serious stuff, and this has pretty much everything - crack/fun, smut, and fluff. i also just find the idea (shoutout to @may-the-puck-be-with-you) to be hilarious - timmy seducing brady with crocs lmfao.

6 the bitterness upon your lips [juraj slafkovsky/arber xhekaj]

agree/disagree?

i am a sucker for angst. writing and reading, and i also like how i was able to have various hab players in it, not just slaf and arber. and it was fun to play with the jordy/arber roommate thing a bit!!

5 paper thin walls [auston matthews/mitch marner]

agree/disagree? neutral

i liked the idea i had for it (4 times auston heard mitch through the walls + 1 time he joined him) and it was fun to write for the most part, but idk reading it now i'm not super proud of the way it was written ig, or i feel like i should've added more maybe

4 the secret truth off your numb lips [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk] ignore the title similarity to number 6 i named it without remembering and then just couldn't think of anything better

agree/disagree? neutral

this originally went down a different path and was going to be pretty angsty, but i changed the second half of it and while i do like how it turned out and i liked writing it etc etc part of me still wishes i had finished the angst part. but i did save the angst i'd written so i'll probably write a different fic around it

3 don't break the dam or you might drown in the current [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk]

agree/disagree

this fic. this 12k fic. this is one of my favourite fics i've written. it was very self indulgent and i 1000% projected onto brady so that in and of itself was therapeutic lol. but i'm also just really proud of how i wrote the emotions and how i conveyed everything. and how i was able to write so much!! it's the longest fic i've written to date

2 intoxicated [tim stutzle/brady tkachuk]

agree/disagree

hell yeah i love this fic. writing it was so much fun and i do go back and read it (bc if i don't want to read my own work then why bother writing it). it was just some dumb idea i had one night while trying to get to sleep and it turned into a crack/fluff piece that i enjoy a lot

1 je t'aime [thomas chabot/josh norris]

agree/disagree

okay this is also one of my favourite fics i've written. chabby and josh grabbed me by the throat and i just had to write something about them. i'm actually shocked and really happy that this is my top fic because i didn't think there'd be that many people who'd want to read about this rare pair! but i love it, and i am tempted to make a part 2 at some point!

tagging @saintknightcowboys and any other writers who'd like to do this!!

[titanicfreija]

Been hearing some shit. Venting my spleen.

Citan's have been Citan's for fucking ever. Just cos they've been slept on for at least two years doesn't mean you assholes can go bitching about them now. It's weak, it's flat, and it's short-lived, it's already balanced. I'm sorry you fucks can't just boingy-boing over and shotgun down my neck like you used to, but you can learn to do it again, I promise. Same with you flying bastards with the fusion rifles, it's just harder, not impossible. You can do it.

Fucking whining assholes, leave my armor alone.

Sentiment expressed, mood still roiling, so --

To continue my rant, My Experience With Citan's Ramparts. Ahem.

From the beginning, I found the inability to shoot through my barricade a massive pain in the ass. I wanted nothing more, and I said it so fucking often. From my very first. I remember this so well that it's headcanon for my guardian to say it, too.

I had to go without. Not like I can just buy them, you know?

Playing Beyond Light, I was having a hell of a time with the Empire Hunt for Praxis, the Technocrat. I had been having a hell of a time and constantly running back to the little cubby holes and hiding behind a barricade until I could recover and run. I was so fucking sure that citan's was the answer.

When I got the arms, I was so fucking happy. I took them open world and shot some vex on Nessus and was having a great time. Sure, it was flat and didn't last as long as a normal barricade, but I was decent at angling and everyone was dead before the barrier fell, so whatever.

So! I return to the Technocrat fight, where Citan's was surely going to help. I could take the cover and fight back at the same time, because I was being pinged to death by the thousands of dregs, I figured some wave clear and the shield would be a great help.

That fucking thing lasted two and a half seconds. If that. It's weak as fuck, like I said, and with twenty five enemies firing on me in real content, it wouldn't last long enough for me to kill everything. This thing was tissue paper outside of open world wandering.

Tried in a strike later, same result. It just cannot take the beating that comes to it in PvE. Enemy accuracy is only meh on us tiny moving targets, but the shield is huge and still.

So I wrote it off as a PvP armor piece and disregarded, because I had no intention of ever getting into PvP.

Until random chance and friends of Rise talked us into Iron Banner for the gear, and I had a great fucking time. I have fun losing, even, if the match is good, and I didn't start great or anything, but several people mistook me for knowing what I was doing.

But I was not good at building. Rise has taught me much, but I'm still only eh and I only have so much patience. Back then, I didn't even know what to ask to help, so Rise helped.

I think I was maining Dunemarchers at the time, but I wasn't taking full advantage, plus I would die in my attempts, so we got off those. Tried One Eyed Mask and Mask of the Quiet One, as they were meta. Remembered Citan's and dug them out of the box.

And a fucking menace was born. Don't have to worry about peek shots if you don't have to peek. Crucible doesn't let you live with your barricade like PvE does, you WILL be pushed if you try-- so Citan's lifespan was not a problem (until I entered elimination. Holding position was a lot more of a time.), and the damage three guardians deal to a shield will take it down in a second (a sniper will take it out instantly) but with me and mine shooting back, they would still fall first. It still worked as an emergency cover, and in general, it fucking worked.

So I've been a Citan's main practically my entire crucible career. They've been through several outfit changes, I have two pairs, and I love them. And y'all whining assholes git gud. I'm not hard to flank, you can relearn the hop over, I'm not hard to wait out, and you will beat me in a real duel, you just have to wait six seconds.

(I haven't counted, but seriously, it's got like half the uptime as a solid one.)

Anyway.

Now I'm done.

[littlewalken]

Nov 18

Just when you think you have some time at home to do whatever and wait for PACKAGE you get the text that your glasses are ready.

I've been doing well with readers but as it turns out one eye has to be extra fancy and need the next step up from the other eye. I was going to say something about seeing how much a second pair would be but meh, readers will do in a pinch. The first is momentarily covered by my "health plan" until Republicans change that. ~don't write the rest of what you're thinking, just recuse yourself from that argument~

I did discover where the fabric shop keeps the 108" wide fabric so I bought some for the back and boarder of my squares quilt. Without boarders it's 60" x 90" (nice) so it'll be about full sized when finished. Still got to do a bit of sewing on the top to get the squares together then I have to math how wide I want the boarders. I want boarders so when I'm sleeping i'm less likely to touch the squares.

Did do some free writing on one of my story ideas so I could get it out of my head.

Must remind myself no more triangle paper for the Spider-Man thing, it's changing too much.

Trying to decide if I want to rewrite everything that's on the triangle paper altho there's no need because the triangle paper is sturdy and perhaps I'm just wanting to give myself busy work that could be directed elsewhere because I'm depressed and bored.

Will Ziggy Stardust era David Bowie please clear out of the earworm section? My Damned Night of 1000 Vampires is due today and I'd like to make room for Gigolo. That's the show where the Ghoul Dad pictures come from.

[liskantope]

I've probably made the analogy here before, but it washed over me today more powerfully than ever: the academic job market and the dating market feel awfully, and very sadly, alike to me. As in, today, dipping back into the job market, I observed the exact same frustrated, hopeless emotions that I routinely feel while swiping through dating profiles, like nearly the same emotional buttons are being pressed in my brain.

When I search for jobs (nowadays I'm only looking at tenure-track or otherwise potentially permanent positions), I feel continually demoralized by the sheer improbability of each one (at least the halfway decent ones) giving me an offer or thinking I'm even close to qualified. When I look through dating profiles that I consider at least somewhat attractive, I feel similarly demoralized. At the same time, the actual worst part about dating apps for me is that almost none (maybe one in over a hundred!) of the profiles I see actually look really promising in a way that makes me positively interested and excited: most show things about the person that for me I've decided are serious issues (most commonly, having/wanting kids or living far away, but there are a number of other basic parameters like religiosity which often are at an incompatible level with mine, many have nothing in common with me, and there are other strong "vibe" factors that are more amorphous but very much there). While there is a significantly less tiny fraction of job listings that don't suggest obvious issues for me (such as really heavy teaching assignments or putting me permanently in a part of the country I dislike), it is still much too small of a fraction. And what's almost more pervasive is a feeling with a great majority of these job listings that there's just no particular reason they would want to hire me or it would make sense for me to become part of their department forever; there's just nothing that feels like it's pairing me with them and so no reason whatsoever they would want to choose me out of several hundred applications. (Of course I have to write a cover letter for each one that conveys the opposite.)

I occasionally get first-round interviews for tenure-track positions, but they have literally never led to second-round interviews, let alone an offer. I occasionally get dates with women I meet on dating apps (sometimes even very attractive women), and they almost never have led to second dates, let alone to a relationship (there are two past exceptions, in both of which I felt very doubtful about how attracted I actually was to the woman involved but there was just no way I was going to say no to a second date because, look, it's a second date). In most of my experiences with first-round interviews for tenure-track positions, by the end of the interview I sort of don't feel great somehow about the position or the impression I made on the committee; something analogous usually happens by the end of my first dates (sometimes I'm very physically attracted to the date or find some other aspect of her very attractive but at the same time I see red flags, and I nearly always feel kind of meh about our dynamic).

I routinely see job openings that I feel pretty un-enthused about but which I'm reasonably qualified for on paper, and I have to tell myself to just do them because I just might get at least an interview out of it and interviews are good and much-needed practice even if they're stressful. I go through the exact same reasoning when I swipe right on dating profiles I'm pretty un-enthused about (on OKCupid, where each profile includes a bunch of details, this is almost all of the ones I swipe right on!) because I just might get a date out of it and dates are good and much-needed practice even if they're stressful.

My ever finding a long-term partner without very deliberately lowering my standards for what marriage should feel like seems like it would be an absolute miracle by this point. Getting hired for a permanent academic position that actually winds up suiting me seems like it would be not quite a sheer miracle but still not exactly likely.

(A funny thing is that, of course, my desire to find a partner does play into my job search in minor ways: for instance, one reason I consider certain job locations bad has to do with what I imagine to be a bad pool of prospective partners in those areas. I guess I should be thankful: this consideration isn't nearly as burdensome as the kind of constraint on locations I might be under if I already had a partner at the time of searching for jobs.)

I have proved myself able, now and again, to land postdoctoral (temporary) positions that suit me okay (my current one suits me better than okay) -- it's not like I can anywhere near reliably win the best of these openings, mind you, I just have a victory from time to time -- but each of those can only last a few years. Analogously (this analogy only occurred to me today), I'm able to make close friends now and again where the friendship works pretty well for me or better than pretty well, but each of those tends to only last (at full force) for a year or two because one of us moves. Getting a postdoc or finding a (temporary) close friend is not the same as getting a potentially permanent position or finding a serious significant other, but each is far more obtainable for me. I feel actually somewhat competent at landing occasional postdoc appointments and at making friends.

Anyway, it's very, very sad and also kind of gross that the dating market feels to me more or less like a job market, and in some sense this really makes me feel dehumanized. But unless the world somehow changes (in ways I can imagine) or I somehow find a way to change (in a way I struggle to imagine right now), it's the reality I feel I'm stuck with.

Today I went onto the main job announcement website for the kind of academic job I want, for the first time in this academic cycle (fall is the main job-applying season for someone in my position), and... uggggggggh. My entire mood predictably plunged, just looking at listings again.

[ambermation]

YANDERE!STEPHEN STRANGE X DAUGHTER!READER

Reader is teenage daughter of Christine Palmer and Stephen Strange (around 16 years old). Set before Christine died.

Also this is requested by Onesaki_Chan! Thank you for suggesting a platonic yandere x reader! I hope you like this! And sorry if it's not the Stephen you wanted I've been writing for the What If...? Stephen so I thought I should continue to do so. And sorry if it's not exactly what you were wanting. And finally, sorry for the wait!

Warnings: Swearing, verbal harassment, graphic depiction of a murder/corpse.

Word Count: 2667

I couldn't wait for school to end. Just ten more minutes until the bell rings and then I'll be out of here. Then I'll go home to my mom and dad, and the three of us will go to the movies and then out to dinner. I know it's a little weird to be excited about spending time with my parents, I'll admit, but I just want them to know that I do love them. Watching movies with them is how I try spending time with them. Oh, and it's Friday. Who isn't excited for Friday?

"Hey Y/N? What'd you get for number four?" I look over and see my class-buddy Whitney. She has a blonde, fluffy bob with curtain bangs and large, round glasses in front of a pair of wide, protruding blue eyes. We're kinda friends, as in we don't talk too much outside of this class, but we get a long greatly and help each other for homework. I blink owl-ishly before looking at my own paper.

"Uhh 37 but I'm pretty sure the answer is wrong. I just gave up," I hand her my paper. She immediately scribbles down the answer on her own paper. "Does it look like I give a shit? I just need an answer," she hands me back my paper. I realize I still have two problems left, so I go to solve them. A few minutes later I finish them, although more slowly than I would've liked due to Whitney needing help with a few more problems. I do really like Whitney, I just hate having my flow mind space getting interrupted. "Bye, have a good weekend!" I say to nobody in particular as the bell rings. I didn't really care to stay behind this time; I just wanted to see my parents again.

They're both pretty busy as surgeons, though dad seems to take as much time off as possible to spend time with me and, of course, mom, but sometimes mom can't make it (again, surgeon). Mom does take some time off so she can spend time with dad and me though. And dad's pretty fun to be around, so I don't mind. He buys me everything I like, let's me talk about whatever I want to, and he always tries to understand what my likes and dislikes. Mom's pretty cool too, though she's not as understanding as dad is. She disagrees with dad about buying me anything I want which causes a few disagreements between them.

I walk through the parking lot and up to my dad's Porsche. I'm surprised he didn't choose the Lamborghini. Might've been because he'll be using the Porsche later anyways. He greets me as I open the door and enter.

"Hey sweetie! How was school?" He waits for me to buckle in before driving off. I shrug. "Meh. Boring. I'm glad it's over though!" I take control of the radio and play my music. Dad playfully roles his eyes. "Melanie Martinez again? Is this your way of drowning me? Through their music?"

I laugh. "Yeah, basically. Gotta problem with that?"

"With you? Never." He ruffles my hair , to which I swat his hand away jokingly.

"Hey! I just got my hair to behave, dad!" He laughs, but retracts his hand anyway, returning it to the wheel. "And by that do you mean you finally brushed it after all the prodding from mom?" He smirks knowingly. I gawk in mock offense. "Ha-ha, for you information, sir, I do brush my hair. I just forget to do it sometimes." We pull into the parking garage below our penthouse. I gather my stuff as dad responds.

"I think you 'forget' to do it all the time." I glare at him as we walk. "Hey most of the time your hair looks like a rat's nest. I've got photos to proof it." I gently elbow him, waiting for the elevator to arrive. We keep talking until we reach the penthouse, where we then split off, with me going to my room and dad going to find mom, who was able to take today and tomorrow off. I'm glad to be alone. As much as I love dad, his questions can be quite... intense. Especially when it comes to boys. Dad's always checking to see if I have a crush or if I'm trying to see someone. I've never had a crush before, so luckily I've never had to lie to him. I don't want to imagine how he'd react if I did have a crush on a boy or if I started dating someone.

**********

Sometime later it's time to go, though it takes several attempts from mom for me to realize someone's calling my name. That might also be due to mom opening my door and calling for me once again. "Y/N! Come on, we've got to go before the previews end!" Mom taps my shoulder, making me take off my headphones. "Sorry mom! I'm going, I'm going!" I say, shutting down my laptop and putting away my headphones. She gives me a chaste forehead kiss before leaving my room. I grab my jacket and phone before following.

The three of us take the Porsche (like I predicted) to the movie theatre. We get our tickets and as we're walking we pass the concessions stand. "Hey can we get some snacks and drinks?" I ask, stopping. Mom and dad pause and look back at me before looking at the snacks. Dad hesitates, but mom answers for the both of them. "We'll miss the previews if we wait here, Y/N." She says, gesturing for me to follow her. Dad stops her. "Chris, I don't think the previews are even half-way through yet," she cocks a brow at him, "We got here early enough, love. We'll see the previews, I promise." She huffs, not wanting to wait any longer. Dad looks torn between waiting with me or waiting with mom.

I decide to intervene. "Hey, I can get the snacks on my own! I'm sixteen years old. I'll be fine,"I say, looking at them expectantly. Mom looks pacified, glad to have a solution. Dad however looks at me concerned.

"Sweetheart are you sure? We can get the snacks together." He offers.

I shake my head. "Nah. I'm sure. Go ahead and watch your "precious" previews, mom. I'll be fine." Mom gently cups dad's face, forcing him to look away from me and at her. "Stephen." She says plainly. "She'll be fine. Y/N can last a few minutes by herself. Besides we'll be nearby anyway," Dad melts into her touch, a lovesick grin spreading across his face. He nods okay at her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they walk away.

"Hey! What kind of snacks do you want?"I yell after them.

"Sour-Patch Kids and popcorn!" Mom yells back as the two of them left.

I'm assuming dad didn't answer both because he didn't want anything and because he was too distracted by mom. A little embarrassing since it's in public but whatever. I get in line, happy to finally get some snacks.

As I'm waiting two guys get in line behind me. It makes me a bit unnerved, but no big deal. They're here for snacks too. At least, that's what I think until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around from the candy I was looking at. It's a guy with long, wavy chestnut hair, a big black flannel and a grey t shirt underneath, and black jeans. He looks around my age.

"Hey do you have any snack recommendations?" He asks, which makes me furrow my brows. Why is he asking me this? What about his friend?

"Uh, no, sorry. Not really," I say, turning to look at the candy once more. He tsks in disappointment. I look at him.

"Oh, really? 'Cause I was hoping I could get you." I'm confused, so I ask him what he means. He laughs. "You know, because you're a snack? Get it?" He and his friend high five each other at that.  I scoff, rolling my eyes before grabbing a box of candy I like. Oh, I can't forget mom's Sour Patch-Kids. I grab a box of those too.

"C'mon! That was good. Don't be such a bitch about a joke," One of them, I'm not sure who, says. I glare at them, trying to keep calm. "No, it's just annoying. And incredibly stupid." I retort, placing my items on the counter. I order a small soda for me and a large popcorn for me and my parents. I tell the cashier 'thank you' before he leaves to go get what I ordered. The idiots are still bothering me unfortunately.

"Stop ignoring me you cunt. Honestly you're lucky someone is even giving you attention at all," The dude just keeps on harassing me even as I walk away with my snacks. I keep telling them to leave me alone but he won't, and his friend just keeps edging him on. I make it to the theatre and they still keep bothering me.

I tell them to leave me alone one last time before heading inside. That does nothing to stop them. They keep throwing insults at me. I speed my way through the room, quickly finding my parents. They're at the way back of the room. They smile at me, waving me up. Dad's face quickly falls into resentment as I approach, though it's not direct towards me. His glare is focused right behind me. Mom looks confused for a moment before a look of realization comes across her face. She looks angry, but nowhere near as livid as dad is.

He stands up and walks over to meet me, his long legs making it quite fast. He guides me past him before blocking the two boys. I smirk, knowing that they're in it now. Dad wouldn't let anything happen to me.

Judging by the looks on their faces, dad must have the most intense, burning glare they've ever seen.

"And just where do you think you two are going?" He asks, though his voice indicates he's well aware of what they were doing. One of the boys gulps. "I, uh, we're h-here... here to see the, uh, movie, sir." He clearly threw in the 'sir' in a panic. I want to stay right behind my father, but I hear my mom whisper my name, and I cave in to her call. It would probably be better to get away from those idiots anyway.

"Oh really? Because it looked like you were harassing my daughter."

"No! Never! We were just looking for good seats," the other boy chimes in.

"Yeah, and I'm the king of France. Look, I'll give you the count to three before I make you regret ever even looking at my daughter. Got it?" Your dad's voice is like nothing you've ever hear from him before. It's like there is something sinister bubbling beneath the surface; his tone hardly concealing this relentlessly dark energy hiding behind it. Another look at the boys faces and it's clear they could hear whatever it is you're hearing in your dad's voice.

They nod rapidly before turning on their heel and sprinting out of the theatre. Relieved the two were gone, you sink back into your chair. Your mom rubs your shoulder comfortingly. "Did those two do anything while you were alone?" She whispers, her large green eyes showing such a soft, motherly concern. You shake your head. "They probably permanently bruised their egos is all." You joke. Mom smiles at your remark, though she's still concerned for you.

"They should be," your father sits down next to you, placing a hand on your other shoulder, "They're lucky that's all that happened to them." His eyes harden into a harsh expression. It was almost scary to see your dad like that. Why was he acting like that? It was just two boys. "Well, maybe a permanently bruised ego is what it takes to get them to stop harassing girls." You offer, hoping his countenance would lighten. It works, and when his eyes fall on you they morph into an expression of such fondness it could've given you whiplash. His icy blue eyes are more like pools of a summer pond.

"I'm just glad they didn't do anything else." He confesses, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You couldn't have asked for better parents. The three of you turn your attention towards the movie screen. Just a few more previews and the movie would finally start.

*************

The next morning during breakfast you had a sick, icy feeling wash over you. You weren't sure why until your mom gasped at what was on the news. You turned to look at what was being broadcast only to drop your pancake on the floor. Two boys from your school were murdered last night. The same boys from the movies.

Most of their torsos were ripped apart, leaving a large, gaping hole in the middle of their bodies. Whatever organs were left were nearly unrecognizable, coated with chunks of dried blood. Their limbs were all chopped off, and it looked as though the murderer wanted to decapitate them before deciding against it, leaving a deep gash in each of their necks. It looked like their heads were attached to their bodies by a single thread. It was amazing the police was even able to recognize them, for their eyes had been gouged out, their noses broken in, and several cuts were running from their cheeks to their chins. Even patches of their hair had been ripped out of their scalp.

Time seemed to slow down. You felt nauseous, completely forgetting about the breakfast your mom had lovingly made for you. It might have been only a few seconds that you saw the mangled corpses, but that was enough. Your mom rushes to cover your eyes. She realized too late that this is something someone as young as you shouldn't see. She turns you away from the TV, holding you close as she whispers comforting words into your ear. She rubs your back in a soothing way as she does. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Your breathing quickened, your face felt hot, and you felt like throwing up. You didn't know those boys, and sure, they were dickheads, but they didn't deserve that. Nobody did.

"Heyheyheyhey sweetie what's wrong?"

Your father is suddenly by your side. Teary eyed you look up at him. You open your mouth to speak but the words couldn't come out. Your mom explains for you. You're too busy trying to calm down to see how he reacts, or how mom reacts to his reaction. Soon, however, your parents have calmed you down, your father especially doing whatever he can.

Once he sees that you've calmed down, he pulls you into a tight hug. He strokes your hair just like he did whenever you were upset. Your mom joins in on the hug, arms wrapping around you securely.

"It's okay, Y/N. Nothing's going to hurt you. I can promise you that." He says.

If you were able to see his face, you would've seen that same malicious look you saw back in the theatre. And unbeknownst to you or your mother, your father casts a look towards the TV, the news still on. A proud look etches its way on his face, like a painter admiring his masterpiece. It took a while to figure out enough about those boys, but it was worth it in the end. Dumb kids didn't even think of going home that night. It seemed as though they wanted to stay up all night. That was their ultimate downfall. Though, if they had gone home last night, it only would've delayed the inevitable.

Nobody gets to treat you like that.

Nobody.

Stephen would make sure of that. Anything for his little girl.

[pikapikapikaachuu]

GIVEN - TAKEN

Genre :High school au, fake dating au, fluff

Pairing : High school! reader × biker! I. N

Synopsis : curiosity kills the cat. In this case it's you. However thankfully jeongin believes in given taken relations.

Listen to : Your light from live on.

Wc: 4k-ish not proof read sry

AN: mentions of txt and other skz members. Pronouns used them/their. Please point out if I missed it somewhere. Bike mentioned is the same one as in B ME Mv

I lost my motivation to write this half way so posting a part to see if you guys like it. If the feedback is positive I ll post the full version :)) based on a thought I had when I was 15. I haven't watched that movie too btw.

1.The morning sunrays hit your face and also blinded your phone's screen as you tried to read the texts. The teacher had long entered the classroom but was busy talking to the front row how his weekend went. Thankfully you had the best seat in class. Window side last row. Perfect. The class door whipped open and everyone looked in awe as 𝘩𝘦 entered. "well well thank you jeongin for coming so early to school." he bowed and continued to walk towards his desk. First row last bench. His black hair falling on his eyes face void of smile he looked scary everyone thought. But that didn't stop the kids from swooning over him. Oohs and ahhs erupted when he plopped on his seat. You stared at him too. But not for how good looks. Meh. But for how you missed the chance to see his amazing motorbike. Every morning girls would wait for him. Including you. You sat on your friend's bike waiting to get a elimpse of that black glossy Yamaha R1.

While all these thoughts processed in your brain jeongin caught you staring at him. Not that you were staring. You were - zoned out. He turned to look at you too. You couldn't nt see his eyes but the smirk that formed on his lips you didn't miss to notice. Flustered you blinked seeing straight at the white board, you dipped your head again now rather pretending to text your friends.

2.You werent really a sweet tooth person but when it came for whipped cream sandwich you were surely whipped. Knowing its a student body favourite you rushed right after the bell rang to get your hands on as much as you can. Hands full and face with pride you made way back to your classroom. However you stopped at the door when you saw a commotion going inside.

"jeongin I really like you. Please accept my love!"

All this time while he was surrounded by the girls with pink little paper roses he sat on the desk eyes fixed on the cellphone. He got up abruptly, the chair he occupied falling by force a few people around him flinching by the action. He looked at the girls for less than a second his eyes delivering the rejection instead. You were still standing near the door following his movements just like everyone else. He stopped in front of you.

"can I get one?" he asked catching the plastic material of the sandwich you holded. You looked at the sandwich and back at him. And you swung your hands to the side, a sign of "no!".

You stepped back immediately defensively. You frowned as your head hit something. jeongin's free hand between the door frame.

"ahh" you muttered. "I should say that you're head's a rock. I ll take this in return." he grabbed the sandwich and walked away. "hey!" you yelled. But he was already far hand in pocket while munching on your dessert. You returned to your friends upset brows knitted together.

"what was that?" all of them asked unanimously.

"I know right he snatched my sweet like a thief!"

"yn we aren't talking about them it's jeon-" huening kai whined.

"what? I was talking about them" soobin interrupted.

"me too he took the sweet yn bought for me" added beomgyu.

"not you us!" snickered soobin

3. "Are you sure your not secretly crushing on him yn?"

"No!" you yelled smacking beomgyu on his leg.

"the bell's gonna ring soon, I'm going. Don't be late yn. Come on huening" soobin said.

" That guy has a late record to maintain" beomgyu said amusingly leaning against the pillar.

"how do you? Do you have a secret crush on him?"

"no he's my best friend"

"What! When? How did I not know?" you exclaimed getting off the bicycle you were seated on.

"because you always have your eyes on his bike and you also never listen to me?" beomgyu complained.

"do the others know?"

"ofcourse I met jeongin at the studio his older friends have their own trio called 3racha. Wait there he is" he laughed at the end. And you wondered why but when you looked over at the gate

"oh no! He didn't bring the bike! Why didn't he bring the bike!"

"oh poor you wait I ll ask him— hey jeongin!"

"no gyu don't" but it was too late jeongin was already walking towards you guys.

"hey gyu" he said smiling and for the first time you saw his dimples or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

He was handsome. You knew. But he was this cute, it was a new discovery.

He didn't spare a glance at you so you kept taking that advantage and stared at him longer.

"why didn't you bring your ride today?" at this jeongin frowned. And you were scared if something happened to it.

"ahh it's-its in the garage."

"why?" you blurted out before you knew it. Eyes wide you locked eyes with him.

"to um to wash".

You nodded and ran off from the awkward meeting. "gyu I ll see you later!"

"they don't have a boyfriend do they gyu?"

"nope. Who'd date that bike freak?"

'but they're so pretty' jeongin wondered watching your tiny figure run inside the school building.

"anyways innie, i won't log in tonight I have band practice."

"aww afterschool? Gotta help ynnie at bakery"

"bakery?"

"yeah they're sister got a bakery near here I promised to help their sister"

4. You were mumbling to the song your friends from before were working on.

Bobbing you're re head to the music you were walking as if in your own world. But that seemed to stop when you see "her". His bike.

You walked fast but quietly. Almost replicating a kitten. You look around and you don't seem to jeongin anywhere. An amazing chance "ahh dark fantasy" yes you named her that. For a high school girl who's told bike causes accidents and are incredibly dangerous you thought it was dark. And that you ll be able to ride one only in your fantasy. Hence the name. It was also dark black. "did your bad owner leave you here all alone" you cooed.

You grasped the handle excited. You have never been this close to it before.

You were mesmerised by the designs clean finish as you traced your hands on the seat. Clang!!! The sound echoed. The bike started falling leaning towards you. You caught the bike but just then two strong arms wrapped around you and supported the vehicle. You shrieked in fear when you looked up and realising jeongin was looking down too but there was a glint of amusement. The more nervous you get the more confident he becomes.

"aahhh I'm sorry".

"it's okay" he released you, brushing a hand through his black hair.

"so sorry dear bike "

" no worries— what are you doing"

This is what jeongin didn't like about you. Being the middle child he was never given full attention. He didn't care when he was a child but now that he's growing he'd pout at people not giving him the attention he deserves. Every morning you would come to school and wait for him but not for him but rather his bike. He was ashamed to admit it but he was jealous of his own ride. He also wont admit that after catching you stare at him yesterday wondered if he could ever get a chance with the cute bike freak classmate. And that is why he purposely walked to school confirming his hopes were up for nothing. However he couldn't bare to see your sad pout and furrowed eyebrows so when his friend said you'd be in the bakery near by he rushed to bring his bike after school. However what he didn't expect was to meet you like this. Watching you do a monologue.

"are you really apologising to him and not its owner?" he laughed dryly.

Maybe you were too dense or maybe it was his laugh that rang in your ears that made you not cower in fear unlike you're other classmates.

" I broke his leg not yours, right? But still I'm sorry I honestly don't know how it happened "

He took a step forward supporting the bike placing his hand on the handle and seat. you took a back but your calves hit the bike and you were trapped in between before you knew it. He tapped his hand on the handle explaining " you pulled the handle sidewards too much. You must learn to control the handles to ride any motorcycle safely." he tilted his head looking at you deep in thought while you nodded touching the handles too. You both didn't realise its been over a minute you were in that position maybe because you were busy thinking how should you repay him not only because his reputation said he'd beat you up to a pulp but also because it was the right thing to do. While he, he was thinking of other ways to make you repay him. He wouldn't actually take money from you. "Ahmm " he cleared his throat keeping an appropriate distance this time. But the two highschooler's got nervous after the moment they shared.

"so..." you started.

"so?"

"how much do I owe you?"

"oh um you don't have to you could do a favour for me in return"

"and what is that"

"date me."

"wha—"

"fake, fake date me yn"

"why?" you questioned completely confused. Why was the attractive kid in your class who no one would bat an eye was asking to date no fake date you.

"you-you witnessed what happened at school right. I want those girls to stop chasing me around. If I have a girlfriend they ll back off, right?"

"No, they'd come bully me"

"you read too many animes, also you wouldn't get bullied would you?" it was of an answer than a question and it did boast your ego.

"no they wouldn’t but still I won't do this dramatic act just give me the bill I'll buy you." saying that you that you left.

5. The week had ended two days of no school, but opposite from all the weekends you woke up early with a goal in mind. Tying a bun and wearing overalls you left the house with a granola bar in hand. A good breakfast for a busy day. Opening the door to the bakery the air was smelling like to condensed milk, sweet, too sweet.

"sissy~"

"did you get a nightmare how'd you wake up so early" she said while arranging the freshly baked condensed milk bread. You ran over to her and pulled the tray towards yourself, burning your fingertips in process.

"ahhh I ll ahh do it."

"that's kinda sus though. But sure put a band aid and wrap everything up in plastic put labels and clean the displays and then stay in the front all day."

"what that's alot. Fine I ll do it! "

You put up the lacy apron and started. "to avoid jeongin I must" you breathed out as you took the nth order of your day. The chimes rang indicating a new customer has come so you tore your gaze from your phone as you looked up half interested. "welcome!~how can I help you"

There came three gorgeous guys strike that two because one was jeongin with an obnoxious grin. "we'd like a turtle bread, coffee bread and croffle."

"take away? " you smiled trying to be as professional as possible.

"yes" the taller blonde said but was quickly scolded by the muscular black tee guy. "you should have just gotten delivery then"

"we ll have it here yn" jeongin replied ignoring the older ones arguing at the back.

"yn? Innie do you know them?"

"no!"

"it's on their name tag Hyunjin, since I'm the oldest, it's hyung's treat "

"hey yn who's the guys with jeongin over there" your sister pointed at them seated near the window. And you couldn't help but admire jeongin's black shiny treeses. How soft will it be?

"oh my goodness isn't that guy like a living statue of Greek god."

"your drool could accidentally fall on their order be careful!" you laughed fake wiping. "shut up! People will misunderstand. Go serve them and oh take these salt rolls I just made."

"are you demonstrating me an example of pretty privilege right now?" you raised your brow in question.

"no Im doing this for you, isn't jeongin your classmate?"

"how'd you know, how do you even know him?"

"he's a regular here. Isn't he really cute~" she teased wiggling her eyebrows.

"the breads will get cold." you snatched the tray from her, putting on a fake smile as you walked over.

" this is salt rolls. on service" you beamed your capitalist smile while sliding the last plate down.

"ohh thank you."

"Is this new?"

"yeah it hasn't been released yet, your the firsts"

Jeongin hadn't spoken anything personal to you and you were thankful hoping it ll continue so but you were proved wrong the moment you slide in the counter and turn back finding jeongin. "here" he said giving a white piece of paper. "a sugar sachet?" you asked turning to show him the words printed. "that's for Hyunjin, here this one" he handed over before checking if the item was correct this time.

"ahh the bill, fine I ll pay" you sighed. This was the sole reason you were working today on a Sunday.

"yn you don't have to really pay. I don't—" he awkwardly smiled

"no. I must, I ll feel guilty plus its wrong if you just brush it out, even if I'm your best friend's best friend ."

" what you think uh" he scoffed.

"go enjoy the bread I ll be back"

You went into the back of the store where your sister was egg washing buns.

"sissy" you started whining slightly tugging at her sleeves.

"I need 43500KRW please~"

"what! I suspected you needed something but why do you need this much money for?"

"it's not that much money. And I'm not buying stuff I need to repay somebody."

"you took a loan from someone?"

"no! I broke something and I need to repay. Its only cause the good manners you taught me right~"

"tell me who only then will I think about it"

You kept silent. Should you tell her it's jeongin? Or should you not? Well after she forced you, you had little choice.

"it's jeongin I broke his bike's stand."

" did you go jumping over after seeing a cool bike"

"maybe or maybe not see he brought an intimidating and the Greek god guy to threaten me please I ll work here for free you don't need to pay okay? "

After thinking for a moment she agreed.

But when you returned to their table jeongin was no where to be found.

After helping out in bakery as promised the next day too, you planned out to visit your local with your friends. Maybe it was the work that made you tired or maybe it was the blazing sun. Either one you were dragging your feet thinking it would have been nice to just meet at your home. Or at least have one of them pick you up. A loud noise drove past you giving you a second of breeze. You recognised the bike and its rider instantly. How cool would it be to ride a bike, literally. "ah the money" you ran towards where the bike halted and parked. The cafe you were heading too.

"jeongin hi—" he signed you to stop with his hand and continued to slowly remove his helmet. Shaking his hair as they fell back on his eyes. Running a hand through it. Mesmerised for a second you frowned at the next. "was the hair shaking really necessary?"

"why did it flutter your heart?" he smiled failing to hold his smirk. Ignoring his previous comment you swung your bag to one side and opened the zip pulling out a pastel envelope.

"here's your money"

He looked at behind frustrated you still care about the money without giving any thought to his offer. But suddenly he pulled you into the near by alley. Your back hit the wall and you couldn't help but blush and get flustered and the close proximity, with his hands on either side of your head. However he wasn't aware as his entire focus was towards the cafe door as he hid you from his friends.

"I - sorry" he stepped back. And you patted your head down nervously.

"are you blushing?" he smiled amusingly.

"no!"

"you look like a tomato" he said not excepting the obvious lie.

"anyway yn, I repaired the stand on my own so you don't need to pay me."

"so you mean I'm going to help my sister every single free day I have for NOTHING? " you exclaimed.

"yes yn. But that's on you I never really told you to pay" he gave you a handkerchief and

He bend over again noticing his friends had entered the shop. Mirroring his actions you questioned "were they your friends. Why are you reluctant on hiding our relation from them"

"and what is our relation yn?"

"um that of a classmate"

"hmm you know you can change that to something else like a fake girlfriend?"

"yeah nope. I have no benefit in this deal sir"

"it doesn't need to be that way. Given taken? Be my girlfriend I mean fake and I ll do something in return?"

You thought for awhile its not actually a bad offer is it?

Worst possibility is nevermind you live only once.

"teach me to ride a bike." you looked straight in his eyes.

"yeah right" he laughed but stopped when he saw your serious look.

"are you sure?"

"yeah. You could've just taken the money from me but you didn't even if your beomgyu 's best friend you still seem responsible enough."

He laughed at what you said at the end. "okay. I ll think about it"

And with that he went. You entered the café the bell announcing your entry you lock eyes with jeongin who sat on the first table with the older guys.

"yn how late can you ever be" you awkwardly smiled at yeonjun's complaining and headed over to them. But you felt a gaze on you, following your movements. You didn't need to look around to figure out who it belonged to. It was obviously him.

6. Unknown :tomorrow 5pm the empty road behind school.

You: jeongin?

Possibly jeongin :who else did you ask to teach you bike?

You: hihi thanks you so much!!!!

Jeongin :you don't need to. Its given taken remember?

You :yeah yeah. Where'd you get my number?

Jeongin :beomgyu

You: he wasn't nosy about it?

Jeongin: no I told him you owed me something. Said to 'irritate you as much as I can'

Jeongin : anyways long pants and boots.

You: yes sir!

Keeping down your phone beside the bed you smiled excitedly dreaming of finally completing your wish tomorrow unaware jeongin is smiling too but unlike you he doesn't know the reason behind his shy smile.

Now you don't reallly know why jeongin specifically asked to wear long pants, I mean boots yeah grip purposes. Wearing a simple tee you went to the decided spot.

Walking in a distance you se jeongin leaning on his bike wearing leather jacket and jeans but what's with all the riders going for a black leather jacket look. Why do all need to look scary and all badass. You'd prefer a lighter leather jacket just to break the stereotype.

"hi!" jeongin pirked up seeing you approach near. "why the long pants in sun?" you questioned.

"so that your legs don't get burnt honey"

He said cocky looking at your shock expression at the nickname he added.

"oh? Have we started the fake dating thing?"

"ofcourse haven't I agreed to teach you. But a warning yn. Please listen to me and I will always be the one in control even if you're the rider."

He turned around and grabbed the bag which hung around the handle and gestured you to take it. "here wear this. Everybody thinks biker's wear leather jackets or black clothes to look all cool and scary but that's a myth. It's to avoid grease stains and Jackets are must or you'll freeze to death."

You pulled out the jacket he brought for you and you couldn't hide the smile crept on your lips. It was a baby blue leather jacket.

"my mom bought it but I wore it only a handful of times. It' ll fit you well" ofcourse You loved it but having a blushed face of your own you wanted to return it back.

" why not a black one? It would have been a perfect couple outfit. Hot badassess" and like you wanted his cheeks turned lighter shade of red.

"I don't know about badass but at least we're hot." and you blushed again. Ugh!

"Let's start now. Firstly know your ride this is KTM adventure bike"

"I'm aware it's a 390 adventure jeongin" you said annoyingly as you predicted today's going to be a textual lesson.

"well if you're that aware, what's its cc?"

"373" you replied in a blink of an eye.

" single-cylinder motor too" you at him proudly. "okay! I accept you're better than I thought you were" he says raising his arms defensively.

"but but it's not easy to climb one if you've never climbed one before. So have you?"

You shaked you're head as a 'no'.

"okay then" he positioned on to the side of the bike with him beside you. "bend your legs. No no keep gap. Right now hold the handle with your left hand. Raise you leg high. Put it over the seat and sit. You're done!"

"I don't think I did good jeongin look where I'm seating too close to the handles." you scooted back on the main seat just to have yourself pushed back up. "no it's fine because that means I ll have more space to sit." he said grinning while your expression turned into a mortified one. "why why do. why are you sitting!"

"do you have a license dear badass?"

"no?"

"then ofcourse I'm sitting behind you. Also you could injure yourself and my bike if you lose control."

"Alright" you grip the handles tightly. Jeongin starts explaining the various buttons and symbols on the front unaware that you know all of them. However you don't tell him that. You let him crane his neck besides you, hands brushing each other as he points at a different plug. "yn?" he calls out bending behind putting

"hm yeah"

"you got it right?"

"yep of course!"

"good then start the engine"

All the weight of your shoulders lifted it was as if you were flying. Getting over the initial nervousness where you were all cranky and whining you were now relaxed more than you ever were. It felt as though you could conquer anything. You felt powerful. Of course you were aware of the fact jeongin had full control over the bike as his hands were over yours completely holding the handle. "do you want to try and let go?"

You shacked your head furiously getting scared of the proposed idea. "I ll take care of you". one look over the shoulder at jeongin and you knew you could trust him. You turned back at lightly shifted your hands from under him and stretched them out. The air hitting your face making you feel alive then you ever felt. Thankfully you tied your hair up or else they would hit jeongin alot. A very dangerous yet funny scene. The ride started to slow down and so you brought your arms back but jeongin's Broad ones captured the entire space on the rubber. "keep them on mine." he said. "the handles hurt your palms. I forgot to bring it. I ll give it to you next ride kay". Shakily you did what he said. Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. Seems like slower the ride less the adrenaline and more hyper aware of everything.

Getting off the vehicle he kept his hold strong on it as you proceeded to get down on the ground.

He smiled at you while you replicated the same. Staring at his cute dimples more than necessary.

"did you—"

" I had—"

He lowly chucked but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"you first"

"no no you can go first"

"ah okay. No one can learn to drive in a day. I hope you atleast learned the basics. But most importantly I'll be glad if you had a good time."

You shyly smiled looking at the ground.

"i did have great time. Thanks for today jeongin." you waved lightly and turned walking towards the blinking board of the bakery.

"hey!" jeongin called out.

"you don't have to thank him"

"huh?"

"you remember our deal right?"

"ah yep yes I do"

"then tomorrow. date. After school."

Saying so he walked away waving his hand colly. "hey!"

"see you later"

You huffed taken aback by the sudden date appointment even though you knew it was fake.

Returning back you know noticed three older guys staring at you. And now that you think about it they were there since jeongin dropped you off.

Jeongin 🏍️: I ll come pick you up tomorrow.

You: but we didn't decide on our terms to this...

Jeongin 🏍️: what is this? to all the boys I've loved before?

You: I haven't watched that movie

Jeongin 🏍️: wait seriously. I ll show it, you later. But for now remember I won't to anything inappropriate to you. So just trust me.

You: okayy

Jeongin🏍️: oh and remember

You:??

Jeongin 🏍️: try to prepare yourself. Don't fall for me to hard.

You: omg cringe

Want to read what happens next ?

[dr-lokidottir]

✨𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞✨

ᴀs ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ HAHA. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ﹐ ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ

💖 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 💖

🧸 Well, that's my face. What else can I tell you about my face?

🧸 I'm 22 years old.

🧸 I have ADHD.

🧸 Aquarius sun, the rest is personal.

🧸 Pagan (I talk about the deities I work with below). I do divination with UNO Cards, Shufflemancy. In general, a Technopagan.

🧸 Expert joker. I love to make jokes (even if they don't make you laugh), laugh and make you laugh. Like a clown, but a cool clown.

💛 My favorite part: I study medicine and surgery. I've studied Neurosciences, Genetics, Psychology, Psychiatry, Quantum Physics and Space Medicine (for astronauts. It seems cool, but I find it too meh). I work on research projects, I've also won space research competitions in Japan, written scientific papers, given lectures and so on. Yep, I'm a huge nerd.

I love helping humanity. I am not a heroine, but the idea of saving a life or relieving a person's physical and emotional pain excites me greatly. I would love to give my services for free in the future. My goal is to become a Neurosurgeon 🥰. Money honestly doesn't matter to me, I want to help others, it fills my soul and sets my heart on fire.

💖 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 💖

🐺 𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐫/𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐮́𝐥𝐟𝐫:

Big bro. My good and great guy. Basically my brother, and according to the runes, "an energetic twin brother". Yeah, I don't quite get it either, but cool. Fenrir is my patron/guardian god. The huge wolf of Ragnarok is someone I love with all my soul, the totally reciprocal.

Thanks to him I currently go to the gym and practice boxing, his first gift to me were a pair of boxing gloves 🥊🥊 which, with his permission, I named Skoll and Hati, in honor to his children🥰.

🔥 𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊:

The most loving father in the world. More than just a father figure, he is certainly my father, according to many readings (seriously, many). He's loving, attentive, but also jealous and protective 😅. At first it was complicated because I had never had a father, and the idea of having one was extremely shocking, but beautiful.

He has gifted me books, gives me constant tokens of love, and really doesn't show that "heavy teasing" side that everyone knows. But he's awesome 💗. He takes me out of my comfort zone a lot and makes me do way too much shadow work.

🐍 𝑫𝒓. 𝑨𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒖𝒔:

We are still working on the relationship because I have barely managed to connect with him, but he says he is going to help me a lot to study medicine and I hope I can be of help in the part of healing humanity at the medical level.

We have a lot in common like selfless help, passion for service to humanity 🥰. We are both very passionate about it and it seems that in past lives we also worked together in the medical area.

And that's it! You can ask for my Instagram Account if you want 💗🥰

[potatoidunno]

OKAY KIKO, OKAY. GAME PLAYED. GAME PLAYEDDDD

i had time on my hands. Don't be alarmed. Okay maybe be a little alarmed. It was relaxing for me. Sorta. I'm open to having my opinions being forcibly beaten out of me okay bye!!

Accidental Public Confession - NAY i need them to be able to revel in the confession and to uwu in all their glory and not be interrupted by the realization that NPC#34 is staring intently from across the room

Almost Kiss - YAY there's always just so much room for the build up of tension! and THEN what?? do they get right back into it? Or is there a time skip and it's on their mind for days? weeks?

Anger Born of Worry - NAY very rarely do i see this written in a way that doesn't leave me infuriated; it's just somehow magically solved and sunshines and rainbows once they realize "oh it's because they love me that they've been pissed for a whole week!" without any actual... apologizing? recognizing it's not cool?

Blind Date - NAY just not my vibe, maybe that's rooted in me personally finding the concept of blind dates anxiety inducing HAHA

Break His/Her Heart to Save Him/Her - YAY i love angst (but also NAY because the reason is almost always something stupid that could've been solved with a little something called communication)

Caught in the Rain - YAY but only if it's warm spring/summer rain and they don't have any important papers/documents/electronics in their bags

Childhood Friends Romance - YAY but i gotta be seeing some snippets into the childhood, don't jump me with a "i've always loved you" without actually showing that

“Dear John” Letter - YAY only if paired with sufficient backstory of why A has come to their wits end with B. and they don't take them back.

Deconfirmed Bachelor - YAY eat your words and look at you now, simp (better if they're just completely unabashed about simping)

Dying Declaration of Love - NAY THEN SAY IT MF EARLIER DUMMY (+ doesn't leave room for continuation if they actually die)

Everyone Can See It  - NAY if the actual confession is comparably lackluster to the way the sickeningly sweet pining is described by everyone else :( YAY if everyone sighs in relief and they are no less disgusting in their affection

Exiled to the Couch - YAY funnier if the couch is actually comfier than the bed

Fake Relationship - YAY if there's an actual guideline and plan while executing the fake relationship. there's gotta be a goal/reason, tension, and the segue into a real rel

First Cut is the Deepest - NAY if it becomes a recurring issue that A has to bend over backwards to accommodate B, without B actually putting in effort to work on themselves

First Love - YAY it's cute

Flirting Under Fire - YAY PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN WAS A PIVOTAL MOMENT OKAY

Forgotten First Meeting - YAY A's feigned expression of hurt, B desperately trying to remember and sweating bullets but has the memory of a goldfish (i'm B). A vowing to make themselves much more memorable this time around

Friendly War - YAY it just makes for such good banter

Friends with Benefits - NAY which is funny because i've read so many?? mentally i just need it to go somewhere...! i'm a lil softie ok i need them to kiss kiss fall in love eventually

Gibberish in Love - YAY i love it when A is ridiculously dumb for B <3

wow there's a text limit per block??

Girl of My Dreams - NAY meh doesn't do much for me idk!

Green-Eyed Epiphany - YAY yessssss i live for this shit give it to meeeee muahahaha has me ROLLING on the ground when this happens uhg. less cool if A takes it way too toxic and it's less jealousy and more just straight controlling

Hands-on Approach - YAY let's be logical here it really would be the best way to learn ;)

Happily Married - YAY but they still have to have silly fights okay

Her Boyfriend’s Jacket - YAY they're probably better quality anyway. love it when they get all mushy eyed seeing their partner wearing their things :) bonus if they steal something they can't even practically wear for fun/revenge

Her Heart Will Go On - NAY no thank you just kill me, the reader, off too at that point. i sat through a 300k slowburn fic only to have B spontaneously die. And then A had two kids with someone else in the last chapter. THE LAST CHAPTER. DO YOU KNOW HOW INSANE THAT IS-

High School Sweethearts - YAY there are just so many aspects about high school that can make this trope easy to write about, lots of events/topics/settings for inspiration of how they met (e.g. between the bookshelves and one of them sliding a note to the other using a ruler.... may or may not be an experience of someone close to me)

Holding Hands - YAY the little brushes of the thumb for comfort ooooohh ; u ;

I Can’t Believe a Guy Like You Would Notice Me - NAY if it leans less into "a guy like you" (as in they're just literally max stats and on a different social/economic field compared to everyone else) and too much into the "not like other girls" (in the toxic way) vibes yknow?? but if it comes from a place of genuine insecurity and it becomes an opportunity for some sweet reassurances then ok we ball

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On - YAY 100% it makes for such good humour, play into it! DO IT AGAIN FOR FUN. WOOO. abuse your newly discovered skill! MAKE THEM MISERABLEEE

I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship - NAY as much as i do understand the real fear that comes along with this and the nuances of changing a relationship from platonic to romantic.... lmao i am reading for a reason GET WITH IT PLEASE DOn'T TEASE ME

I Got You a Drawer - YAY do you know how much you have to care for someone to give them your miscellaneous drawer? the effort they must've put in to put all the shit that was in there, somewhere else?? god, that's peak romance

“I love you” Stigma - NAY just say it, coward >:( I don't mind the build up of it but I dunno I live more for the subtle actions that show I love you more than I do the act of saying it, if that makes sense?

I Want My Beloved to Be Happy - YAY oof yeah, I mean if I'm there to read about those two characters, I probably wouldn't be happy about this ending but LMAOOO I've seen it written well and if it comes from a place of true selflessness then it can be so deliciously bittersweet. Even if it might infuriate me

Imagined Love Triangle - YAY if it's not real or drawn out and it's a way of introducing some tension or realizations of feelings or something something. Weird if it persists as a problem even after it's cleared up

Imagined Innuendo - YAY accidental innuendoes are everywhere and i simply love turning everything into one. It's all about that plausible deniability!!

Inconvenient Attraction - YAY because this was me irl and the frustration that came with it was so annoying and I'm simply built to like this trope and perspective. That, and the reluctance towards admitting attraction makes for great slowburn

Innocent Cohabitation - YAY I love domesticity and there's something about the simplicity of living together and the bond of routine that is wonderful :) that and beating the other person with a pillow because their alarm has been ringing for 20 minutes (surely that leads to romance right?)

Interrupted Intimacy - YAY best when the third party is completely unaware of the cockblocking they're doing and won't take the hint to leave

Intertwined Fingers - YAY again one of those "show it don't say it" methods of affection that I love love love

It Doesn’t Mean Anything - YAY it most definitely did and will mean something LMAO

It’s Not You, It’s Me - NAY I get the principle behind it but if they actually say it like this then I'm gone. I'll be convinced they said it just to rile me up in the audience, knowing it wouldn't be interpreted well HAHA but yeah in principle, fine, as long as you actually communicate wtf "it's me" means and why it's a deal breaker for continuing the relationship

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies - NAY because if you loved them you'd become the dynamic killer duo and you'd be much stronger together. why the hell would you think they'd be safer away from you and out of your sight?? My g you have to be joking rn

The Lady’s Favour - YAY especially if they treat the item with so much care and tenderness... and if they become reaaaallly tilted when it's damaged or taken away. I just love the idea of them having a prized possession and ahhh. Sentimentality is IN. ((Gilmi was so real for asking for a single strand of hair))

Lap Pillow - NAY because I worry for the person who is the pillow and whether they have to pee or get up to do something and the stress they're under to be STILL. But also YAY because it's cute and running their hands through the other's hair is so sweet and tender and willingly giving up feeling in your legs is so peak romance

Leave the Two Lovebirds Alone - NAY because does this ever work? do they ever actually go back to smooching or romancing or whatever? No!! It breaks tension and creates embarrassment!!

Let’s Wait Awhile - YAY i mean it's always yay if there's prioritizing of comfort and consent, no pressure, and open communication and expectations-if that's how this trope is being used

Like An Old Married Couple - YAY there's something so so heart clenching about knowing the other else like the back of their hand, anticipating their every move--and yet STILL, every once in a while, they do something to surprise them!! Gah!! Yes!! Eat oatmeal and watch day time soaps together in bed while you crochet!

Like Parent, Like Spouse - NAY i thought at first this was using the "god you're JUST like your mom/dad" during an argument and I would've cried hell yes bc that's just the RIGHT thing to say during an argument to make for an explosive angsty story and- anyway yeah I'm good

Long Distance Relationship - NAY I need them to cuddle, stat!! Also the issues that arise from this trope can more often than not be solved with communication... and you know what they never do...? Communicate! Effectively!!!

Love Across Battlelines - NAY I've seen this done well before but it's frustrating if the background lore/context of the battlelines are ignored afterwards. Great, you're enemies from opposing sides and now you're in love. Wonderful. Now what? I need to know what the now what is. You can't introduce a whole backstory and not follow through/keep it relevant.. surely some of the differences between A and B become a point of conflict later on.

Love at First Punch - YAY I've BEEN saying the height of YA novels back in like 2014ish when every protag punched or fought their love interest at some point... yeah nothing like a concussion to give them heart eyes!! Or enough brain damage to ask them to count to 3 and for their name and contact info. Also leads to the opportunity for IOU requests as compensation for the black eye

Love at First Sight - NAY I'm all about the slow burn and falling in love as they get to know each other and the small quirks and details... the exception is if they fall in love at first sight because of something extremely specific/stupid HAHA

Love Before First Sight - YAY immediately contradicting the trope above to say it'd be so cute if they've ever only heard of the person in passing/what they've done for mutuals and they become infatuated with the idea of meeting them but they coincidentally miss every opportunity to do so and it frustrates them to no END. And then they become a fumbling mess when they do meet. I may or may not have used this trope before and am biased oops-

Love Letter - YAY but only because I'm remembering a story my mom told me where she wrote a letter and put it in a random mailbox. Was it received and flustered the recipient? Yes. Did it end in romance? No. But imagine A randomly dropping a letter and B losing their mind overthinking every interaction afterwards and later finding out A had just written some rizz lines from a tweet they found funny.

Love Makes You Uncreative - NAY I just don't think this trope would bring me joy because I'd be busy ??????-ing. a case of the character misattributing their decreased ability to perform activity/hobby to the one good thing they managed to cultivate in their life, and then them throwing that away?? I'm OK in my corner here thanks

Love Potion - YAY it's used on one person and not the other and it becomes a "this isn't you, you'd NEVER let me have the last slice of cake" type of situation where they try to keep the other from doing things they'd regret when it wears off (OFC little do they know they love each other anyway blah blah)

Love Triangle - NAY no thanks. if I wanted to read about A + C I would've searched for that on its own.

Love Will Lead You Back - NAY if it's some on off on off on off thing or hopeless pining with no moves made for character/circumstance development. YAY for if it's one of those "when will they return from the war" / denial of death because I dunno there's something bittersweet about that kind of delulu (((bring him back please please, it's been two months-)))

Married to the Job - NAY too real man, no need to remind me of work culture and the problems it creates when I'm trying to enjoy some peak entertainment wth

Matchmaker Crush - YAY and can you imagine how silly and devious and fun the attempts to help are? And then character A keeps wondering why B's suggestions get worse and worse and aren't even remotely helpful anymore-

Meet the In-Laws - YAY it's sweet how nervous they are about it and how much prep goes into the meeting. Especially cute if it all goes wrong

Mistaken for Cheating - YAY it could be a good opportunity to show emotional maturity in the way that the characters approach this confrontation/discussion. Or it could be made into a silly interaction, a series of comically impossible events that led to this mistaken interpretation. Or maybe the assumption brings up underlying cracks and flaws already in the relationship and everything goes nuclear (or the opposite--the absence of any reaction because they've already mentally checked out). I think I just have a thing for angst

Motivational Kiss - YAY YES SMOOCHES ALL AROUND PEPPER THEIR FACE MAKE THEM ALL HAPPY AND GIDDY THEY DESERVE ALL THE SUPPORT

Mrs. Hypothetical - YAY cause I love the idea of them being completely lost with their head in the clouds for an entire day and being a bumbling mess just thinking about their Mrs. Hypothetical

My Girl Back Home - NAY would rather they be home with their girl instead of talking so much about her smh

My Own Private “I do” - YAY small and sweet, probably makes things easier for the writer too (lmao trying to fit in every named character in the ceremony would be a nightmare). Win win for everyone

My Sister is off-limits! - YAY depending on the difference in age and some of the language/phrases used. Sometimes it's been done well but other times it's given me the BIG ick.

Necktie Leash - YAY yeah but in my head extra funny if they play into it yellin WOOF WOOF to turn the tables and embarrass the other person

New Old Flame - YAY characters grow and change outside of the view of the audience. It's interesting to see how this growth is portrayed and how it's perceived, and whether it actually makes any difference to their relationship

Oblivious to Love - NAY because I've been frustrated in the past by it being drawn out for way too long. Yes, A is way too mf dense. But for the love of god B SUCKS at communicating to ANY degree of effectiveness. Ahhh!!

Office Romance - YAY I guess it's hot when they refill the photocopier with paper without being asked to whew

Operation: Jealousy - YAY it's okay if it's a one off event for an ex they don't have feelings for anymore and it's purely for animosity or starting shit. Otherwise NAY if they're still actively into their ex/other love interest

Relationship Reveal - YAY but the degrees to which some of these relationships have progressed before being revealed ASTOUND me sometimes. Cute and fine if it's early relationship but no way you've been married for five years and you haven't slipped ONCE to your coworkers

Road Trip Romance - YAY road trips and the stressors of traveling with someone are relationship changing and I stand by this irl and in fiction

Romantic Fake-Real Turn - YAY a classic of course. I could never say no to this trope muah my beloved.

Romantic Wingman - NAY dunno doesn't do it for me, shoo away wingman

Runaway Bride - NAY because I just focus too much on the money and the prep and the stress of all that went into the ceremony and I can't get over that mental block.. like okay you ran away but now what?? Where's your passport you still gotta go HOME after pls this is stressing me out!

Secret Relationship - YAY yes cute little cover story of enemies/strangers but secretly they're quite soft for each other. But they gotta make some progress eventually, I can't sit through 20 chapters of it going nowhere

Sex Equals Love - YAY yeah sex can just be sex, not every character pairing needs to end up in a relationship. But BOY do I love to read about the subtle actions of increased intimacy that show during bed wrestling when feelings do develop and spawn in between sessions.

She Cleans Up Nicely - NAY i like the reverse, have them dress down/see them on their day off when they're wearing literally the worst piece of clothing they own and still look cute

She’s Not My Girfriend - YAY yet

Sickening Sweethearts - YAY bonus points if it annoys the shit out of everyone else and they do it on purpose knowing that

Slap-Slap-Kiss - YAY the tension is unmatched. slap unnecessary but bonus points if it turns them on. extra bonus if they're sparring when it happens

Smithical Marriage - YAY if they play and lean into it for fun

Star-crossed Lovers - NAY shit i'll still read it LMAOO but my heart wants good endings and i've been hurt enough as it is

Surprise Pregnancy - NAY cmon with the way they've been banging there's no WAY it's a surprise be for realllllll

Teacher-Parent Romance - NAY but that's one way to boost your kid's grades lmao

Ten Minutes in the Closet - YAY i grew up with Seven Minutes in Heaven on Quotev and when smut was called lime/lemon okay,, shit was peak at the time LMAOO the TENSIONNNN

There’s Only One Bed - YAY a CLASSIC with potential for anything from comfy cuddles to complaining about the cost of hotel repair charges

They Do - NAY idk i just prefer the journey so much much much more?? could be misunderstanding this one but oh well

Undercover as Lovers - YAY the blurring of lines and overly affectionate touches and nicknames even when there's no one around AHHH "i'm doing this for the mission" no you're not!!

Understanding Boyfriend - YAY why wouldn't I like them to have an understanding boyfriend?? Good for them! I'm glad he's supportive of their decision to become a part time snake wrangler. We love to see that

Wartime Wedding - YAY again, the hold that pirates of the caribbean has on me... but also it never makes me feel good, too much worry in my heart that things will go wrong

Was it All a Lie? - YAY the crestfallen expression on their face, the worried tugging at their lips. the second guessing of all the memories they shared, now tainted with doubt- ANGST. Yes please

Weakness Turns Her On - YAY sure go for it, vulnerability is cool. not sure if this particular trope is at the top of my lists tho! Unless A is selectively vulnerable for B. That's very cool.

When Harry Met Svetlana - NAY you'd think I'd have said yes and I might've in the past but idk!! not doing it for me rn but maybe because I've done almost a hundred of these HAHAHA maybe the james bond vibes just fizzle the potential out for me

Why Can’t I Hate You? - YAY there's just something so human about realizing you can't separate your emotions into little neat boxes. The frustration that comes with that is just lovely

You Must Be Cold - NAY because I'm worried that the other character is now cold and is going to get sick. And it'll now segue into the obligatory "A is sick and B takes care of them" trope. why would you do this. Hug for warmth or run in circles. Everyone, check the weather before you leave the house

Your Favorite - I'm not sure if there a specific trope name for it but I kinda love it when there's a conflict (wow, Min mentioning angst again, who would've thought) and instead of rising to action to argue... A shuts down and dips. Just up and leaves, poof! Gone without a trace. And it leaves B absolutely spiraling. Frantic and desperate, going everywhere, calling everyone. Something about the thought process of B realizing they messed up is just... muah. Love it. A bit toxic? Maybe. Incredibly satisfying (especially when A is objectively right in the argument)? Absolutely.

okay hi. wow. I actually got through it all. this was a good exercise for my brain today, I'm so sorry to anyone who had to scroll past all of this! zzZ

(not edited and I'm sure my opinions tomorrow might change but weeeee)

guys, I wanna know 🥺🥺

what your favorite/least favorite tropes are and why?

I'M CURIOUS AND ALSO LOOKING FOR INSPIRATION JUICE

(i've stopped watching the anime but damn is this a nice gif)

I have included a list of tropes that I found below the cut for you to love/hate 🥺

Accidental Public Confession

Almost Kiss

Anger Born of Worry

Blind Date

Break His/Her Heart to Save Him/Her

Caught in the Rain

Childhood Friends Romance

“Dear John” Letter

Deconfirmed Bachelor

Dying Declaration of Love

Everyone Can See It 

Exiled to the Couch

Fake Relationship

First Cut is the Deepest

First Love

Flirting Under Fire

Forgotten First Meeting

Friendly War

Friends with Benefits

Gibberish in Love

Girl of My Dreams

Green-Eyed Epiphany

Hands-on Approach

Happily Married

Her Boyfriend’s Jacket

Her Heart Will Go On

High School Sweethearts

Holding Hands

I Can’t Believe a Guy Like You Would Notice Me

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On

I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship

I Got You a Drawer

“I love you” Stigma

I Want My Beloved to Be Happy

Imagined Love Triangle

Imagined Innuendo

Inconvenient Attraction 

Innocent Cohabitation

Interrupted Intimacy

Intertwined Fingers

It Doesn’t Mean Anything

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies

The Lady’s Favour

Lap Pillow

Leave the Two Lovebirds Alone

Let’s Wait Awhile

Like An Old Married Couple

Like Parent, Like Spouse

Long Distance Relationship

Love Across Battlelines

Love at First Punch

Love at First Sight

Love Before First Sight

Love Letter

Love Makes You Uncreative

Love Potion

Love Triangle

Love Will Lead You Back

Married to the Job

Matchmaker Crush

Meet the In-Laws

Mistaken for Cheating

Motivational Kiss

Mrs. Hypothetical

My Girl Back Home

My Own Private “I do”

My Sister is off-limits!

Necktie Leash

New Old Flame

Oblivious to Love

Office Romance

Operation: Jealousy

Relationship Reveal

Road Trip Romance

Romantic Fake-Real Turn

Romantic Wingman

Runaway Bride

Secret Relationship

Sex Equals Love

She Cleans Up Nicely

She’s Not My Girfriend

Sickening Sweethearts

Slap-Slap-Kiss

Smithical Marriage

Star-crossed Lovers

Surprise Pregnancy

Teacher-Parent Romance

Ten Minutes in the Closet

There’s Only One Bed

They Do

Undercover as Lovers

Understanding Boyfriend

Wartime Wedding

Was it All a Lie?

Weakness Turns Her On

When Harry Met Svetlana

Why Can’t I Hate You?

You Must Be Cold

Your Favorite

[riiiiiiinnnnnnn]

Henna Tattoos - jjk

pairing : jungkook x female!reader

genre : fluff? maybe? with a sprinkle of make love sesh mention? idk man

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A/N : hi, welp this is my first time ever writing fic featuring jeon plus also my first time posting fic in this site and this idea popped up while i was doing my hennas and yes here we go. nonetheless i am so in love with jeon's tatts and definitely cannot wait for the time he proudly show his tatts to us like c'mon jeon feed us already *sigh* and i'm sorry if the storyline is somehow bland and the ending is kinda meh? cause yes considering this is my first time writing this and i hope you guys understand *finger love* stay healthy and warm guys! borahae~

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"Baby?"

You lift your head from washing machine; unloading a massive pile of laundry.

"Yes, my love?" you teased. You could see Jungkook already leaning on the door frame.

"I have a favor to ask." he scratches the back of his head before continuing,

"I bought some uhm, some hennas..and I thought that if you like could help me draw some henna tattoos on me?"

You fondly smile. Knowing so well how much Jungkook wanted to have some permanent tattoos drawn on him but was afraid if he didn't like it afterwards; or more like if you didn't like it.

"Kook." you cooed. "Okay, let me finish this first then we'll see what I can do for you okay?" you replied.

"Okay then let me help so that it will finished faster." Jungkook said while carrying the buckets filled with clothes to be hanged outside. Well, the summer sun is so beautiful, hot and bright and you think that you could save some penny on electricity bill if you didn't used the dryer.

After a while of hard work hanging tons of both you and Jungkook's clothes, you and Jungkook sprawled at the living room's floor.

"So where are the hennas?" you asked after taking some deep breath; tired. Jungkook quickly get up before dissappear into the bedroom. He came back 2 minutes later with some plastic bags on his right hand.

"Here," he gave the bags to you before taking his place beside you. You take a peek inside the bag and was surprised to see how much hennas Jungkook had bought. He even bought all the tools and some other things only henna tattoos artist knew.

"Did you planned to open your own henna tattoos parlor, Kook?" you muffled your laugh. He just smiled shyly.

"Well, I don't know which one is suitable and I guess I just bought everything that can be considered and related to henna?" he scratches the back of his head; a habit he picked up when he's shy.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm. "Which part of your body do you want me to do it? Hands? Arms? Or.." you smugly smile while trailing down to his crotch.

You could see a pinkish hue of blush formed on both of his cheeks plus his doe eyes becoming so big at your bold words.

"Just kidding. Give me your hand. Last time you said you want the tatts here right?" you winked while taking his right hand onto your lap.

"Well, I don't really mind if you insist on drawing the tatts there." Jungkook teased you while nudging your side making you flinch. "And then we can do another interesting thing afterwards?" he wiggle his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes at him making him laugh. "Well then, my very first and precious customer, which kind of drawings do you want?" you decided to just ignore him and gave him the mini book with henna examples on it. Jungkook took the book and flipped through it.

After a while of flipping the book back and forth, he sighed heavily. "Why? Didn't find the one that you want?" you asked. Jungkook nodded.

"Or do you have any other idea? I can try draw it if you let me to. I can be considered quite creative." you shrug your shoulder.

"Really? Since when did my girl becomes creative?" he squint his eyes at you.

"Since I dated this golden boy named Jeon Jungkook?" you bite your bottom lips. Which you partly agree considering that Jungkook is so good at drawing and you sometimes pick up his habit of doddling whenever you are bored during lectures.

He let out a big laugh until his nose scrunched up like a bunny; flashing his bunny teeth. You love it when he laugh like this.

"I do..have some idea." Jungkook tap his chin. "But I am not really sure if it suits me or not?" he sighed.

"Why don't you draw it here? Then we both can see if it suits you or not?" you suggest while giving him a paper and pen.

Jungkook just nodded and started scribble the paper while explaining it to you. After a lots of tries and errors, he finally let you draw the tattoos on his right hand.

"Is this okay?" you asked after finishing the drawings just like how he wanted; while flapping your hand to ease the numbs that become to creep.

"Wow! This is against my expectations. I didn't know that you like actually can draw?" he exclaimed. You smacked his right thigh leaving him with an 'ouch'.

"Didn't I said it earlier? I am quite creative?" you flares your nose at him. Jungkook just chuckles while taking your hands to massage them. "Okay, okay, my girl had become so good at drawing now and that's all thanks to her precious golden boy named Jeon Jungkook?" he surrendered but still giving himself a credit. You just nodded.

"So, when will you decided to draw a permanent one?" you asked while caressing his left hand. Jungkook shrug his shoulder. "I don't know. I am still thinking about it."

"Just do it babe, you always have my support in whatever you do." you said while still caressing his hand. He just smile. "Thank you for helping me out, baby. " he kissed your hands. "And now I am super hungry. Lets order some food shall we?" he continued while lightly tapping your thigh and get up to stretch his body. You nodded.

You just watch him placing the food orders while thinking about getting one tattoo for yourself.

[thegunlady]

Hi, can you give me some romance novels suggestions? I'm cravingggggggg a good romance, but I dont really like sad books

YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN!  My time has come! Everyone buckle up. 

I’m just going to include a couple of favorites from each of the biggest romance subgenres, in no particular order, so you can pick what sounds good to you. I promise they are (mostly) light and fun, and all of them have happy endings.

(Also just making sure I include fair warning up front that these books contain explicit sex scenes.)

Contemporary Romance:

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne: A romantic comedy about two rival executive assistants who are forced to share an office after their respective companies merge, and make it their mission to annoy the shit out of each other. 

The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary: A romantic comedy(ish) about a night worker and a day worker who agree to share an apartment (and a bed) but never actually meet, and start developing a relationship by leaving post-its around and just seeing each other’s stuff and habits. (cw for sexual and emotional abuse). 

Managed by Kristen Callihan: A romance about the super uptight and stoic manager of a famous rock band and the the band’s wild and adventurous new photographer, stuck together on tour. 

Historical Romance:

Romancing the Duke by Tessa Dare: A historical beauty-and-the-beast romance about the whimsical daughter of a famous fantasy novelist who dreams of living in a castle and meeting a prince, and is thrilled to inherit her own castle, until she finds out it’s a shitty, crumbling castle, and a cranky prince who’s pretending to be dead is already squatting in it and they both refuse to leave. 

The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare: A hilarious historical romance about a duke who really needs a wife/heir but doesn’t want them, and a poor seamstress who really needs a title/money but hates dukes, who agree to get married ONLY to have a child and fix their social status but live separate lives. Until they Fall In Love For Real™. I wish I could explain this one better because on paper, the basic plot sounds kinda meh but trust me it’s very cute and really funny. 

Paranormal Romance: 

Firelight by Kristen Callihan: A Victorian fantasy/supernatural romance about a girl who can start fires with her mind, whose father marries her off to a mysterious masked duke that all of London is terrified of, but it turns out he’s pretty cool and he thinks she’s pretty cool and they take down her shitty dad and the duke’s shitty former friends together. This one is a bit more dark and angsty but still fun.

The Guardians Trilogy by Nora Roberts: This is a 3-part romantic, found family, supernatural epic about 6 people with various magical powers, on an adventure to save a hidden kingdom. Each book focuses on a different pairing and takes place in a different part of Europe. (cw(?) for mermaid/human sex in the third book I’m just warning you now).

Romantic Suspense:

Hold Your Breath by Katie Ruggle: An action/thriller romance about a funny and gregarious woman who escapes her shitty and controlling ex by moving to rural Colorado and joining the search and rescue team, where she meets the super grumpy and quiet search and rescue team leader who does Not Know what to do with her. This one is a bit of a murder mystery vibe and has some violence (also mild cw for verbal and emotional abuse) but it’s still exciting and funny and overall happy. 

The Witness by Nora Roberts: I’m not sure if this one really holds up tbh (and major cw for violence and abuse, although it’s mostly background), but I was FASCINATED by it when I first read it so I’ll toss it out there. It’s about a super-intelligent woman who witnessed a horrible mob crime as a teen, and has escaped into the Ozarks where she’s living in hiding and running a security company under a false identity. She’s very closed off and private and scared, but slowly becomes friends and then lovers with the small town’s goofy and charming sheriff. 

Anyway! I feel like those are a good place to start. I hope at least one of them is close to what you were looking for! And if you do end up reading any, let me know your thoughts!