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myloveforjiminnnnnnn · 7 months ago

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A Taste Of Home.

Flashback:

Jimin’s pov:

It was the last day of high school, I was finally graduating, I want to leave this sick place as soon as possible, especially these imbeciles.

See I’ve always been the popular guy, I host parties, play soccer, and I even play basketball, I’m also a rich kid, but the thing is, I was never planning on going to college to be a famous soccer player like I told all my friends, and never will.

I wanna be a famous chef, the kind of chef you have to pay millions, or thousands just to have a bite, the kind where you melt as soon as you taste my food, I’ve been cooking ever since I was 9. And god do I love it.

It’s like my own twisted sick passion that I can’t get enough of, I would cook for my friends but I pretend to act dumb since I’ve realized exactly why, that would be a dumb idea.

The only two people who know are Taehyung, and Jungkook. Mostly because we’ve been friends since we were babies and also because we all wanna be chefs, we plan on heading to Seoul to peruse our dreams and all, as soon as this school day ends. And it couldn’t hurry up and just end.

I was tapping my pencil, since today was the last day, and since we had graduation. For some reason I was watching this girl, I didn’t know who she was or what she planned on doing when she was older, I leaned a bit, not to far up, and saw her name tag, “Kim, Y/n” hm. Who the hell is this?

She had siren cat eyes, and she had delicate hands, ones I imagined myself as the perfect hands to cook with, her hands were very steady, and thin. Her hair was down, curled, and she had a pencil in her hand, drawing the waves of an ocean?

*Beep*

Time to leave this hell hole.

End of flashback:

Y/n pov:

It had been almost 4 years since I’ve been back to Busan after college, I was a full time model for Calvin and Klein, and a painter on the side, I painted nude models, I liked seeing them nervous. That’s weird I know. I’ve also did some acting here and there, in hit tv shows. Barely any movies.

My mom, and dad have been asking me since last month if I could come back down to Busan, I was now in Seoul, and one I just couldn’t stand going back to that hell hole, two I just didn’t have the courage to.

But I made my manager cancel all of my plans for two weeks, because I was finally going back. There’s nothing wrong with going back for the holidays… right? My brother Hoseok promised he’d tag along too (he’s my half brother, we’re related through our mom) Hoseok had made it in life as rapper, he was very rich, even though he had a net worth of 50 million I had a net worth of 82 million. I could tell it bothered him, but it never really affected anything.

Hoseok, usually goes by hobi, so I’m gonna call him that, hobi was wearing the CRINGIEST sweater ever, he got in the car annoyed as always as I sped off on my way to Busan.

“What’s wrong with you now?” I said, trying to contain the laughter fading to come out if I looked at his angry face once more. “Mom’s making me wear this stupid sweater! Hey?! Where’s yours!” He said angrily.

“Calm down weirdo, I’m wearing a long sleeve white shirt right now, the sweater is in the backseat.” I said chuckling, he grumbled, making sure I wasn’t lying, checking for himself.

He finally got outve his mood, and we started dancing and bumping to music, and singing, and talking.

“Hey? Y’know that Park Jimin dude?” He said, with a questionable grin, I look at him a bit confused and speak, “don’t think so” hobi’s grin grows wider. “We went to school with him! He was in your math class”

It finally clicked, I speak with a jumpy tone “I know him! He used to seem like he couldn’t wait to leave the school” hobi laughed, “looks like he’s back in town too.” I shrug but I hit the brakes while we were in the middle of nowhere when hobi spoke an again, “with Jin”. “JIN? LIKE MY COUSIN JIN?” You said with a shaky breath.

Wasn’t Jin staying with us too!? Mom didn’t tell me they were bringing a friend.

“Well, this is gonna be awkward” Hobi states quietly, you start driving again. “How? He’s just a cook, he’s not nearly as famous as us.” You nudge his arm.

“He crushed on you for 2 years after he saw you on the last day of high school.” Hobi said almost above a whisper. “HE WHAT?!” Hobi jumped a bit when I said that, sorry… “I mean, when I went to college, Jin and jimin were roommates. And Jin said he couldn’t stop talking about you.”

You start driving steadily again. I mean he was hot, but I’m sure he’s matured by now, and it was just a young adult crush… right? “Hobi it wouldn’t have been awkward until you told me!” You scold him.

“I’m sorry! I just had to get that off my chest.. I’ve been holding that in for 2 years… you know I can’t keep secrets.” He says in a sorry tone.

“Whatever, he’s just a chef. Nothing special.” Hobi scoffs. “Yes there is. He’s got millions of women chasing him, sending him letters, and you’re not worried we’re all gonna be in the SAME house?!” Hobi says, you look at him, side eyeing him, as you guys finally reach the city of Busan.

“Well, I’m not worried, if you aren’t worried.” I said trying to let him know nothing is going to happen. Hobi rolls his eyes, “y/n, you’re literally a fashion icon, not to mention. People would die to meet you to. I don’t see how, BUT! I just worry that you two will fall in love”

You look at him, I would never! Is he crazy?! “Hobi, what?” You werent even caring anymore, you just wanted to get to the unusually big home, yall grew up in as kids. “What I’m really saying is, you are not in the best position to be trying to fall in love, I mean, mom and dad still want you two together.”

By you two, he meant Suga. Or should I say Yoongi, there was nothing wrong with Yoongi. He was funny, cute, sweet, and, seductive. The problem was, he didn’t want kids… and of course i respected his decisions… by breaking up with him duh… he also didn’t respect boundaries. He also didn’t care about you, because you saw through his facade.

“Hobi, I’m not gonna do anything” hobi chuckled at me, “just don’t get pregnant” “HOBI” “ow, ow, I’m sorry you win okay!”

We finally got to the house.

Hobi looked at me confused, “where’s your sweater” he said, a bit with attitude. “I’m not putting it on duce face” I said, arguing back. “I will tell mom you threw it out the window on the way down here.” I gasp at his words. “YOU WOULDNT!” He nods, I grab the sweater, “can we at least just take them off and make sure jimin isn’t here” he rolls his eyes, and takes his sweater off, revealing his tight black shirt muscles hid beneath.

“Someone’s getting fit.” I nudged him as our boots crunched in the snow, he laughed. And nudged me back, “someone’s got a modeling body” I laughed at his words, “just trying to catch up to my sister” I laughed again at what he said.

You two entered the house, “MOM?” Jin instead came running up to me, hugging me and twirling me in the air. “I said mom!” I giggled in the air, he put me down, “how’s the little Calvin Klein model doing?!” He asked, “okay.” He nodded and moved onto hobi, “HOWS MY FAVORITE RAPPER?!” Jin said loudly, obviously proud of hobi, hobi whispered, “you make things so awkward man”

Jimin came behind Jin, muscular than he was in high school, hotter, fairer, and a chef. “If it isn’t the Ms.Kim herself.. nice to meet you, I’m jimin.” He gave me a warm smile, it was cute and nice. “Nice to meet you too, jimin, is it?” He nodded at your question and went to my brother, Jin was still praising him, I laughed and walked to the living room.

It’d been years since you stood in front of that very fireplace. You walk a bit more, and the doors to your old art studio stood in front of you, opened, your mother was always proud of your work, she always scolded you for not being a full time artist, you always giggled at her.

Paintings from 5-7 years ago stood in that very room, some of them finished, some of them still unfinished. You sat down in your chair, that had wheels and spun around. And the big window you used to paint until you reached perfection. The view of the river, a few miles out.

You look at the skylights, and everything around you. It amazed you how much you used to paint, your father walks in the room with a cup of coffee greyed, still fit, he only gained a little weight, his oily skin, but it was from his ‘skincare routine’ “I see you’re looking at the paintings.”

You nod, smiling at him, god… time has passed, “dad, how are you.” You smile and walk up and hug him. And he hugs you back, “honey, I’ve been great. I’ve been missing my step son, and my real daughter though.” He said chuckling. “So, why’d you let Jin’s friend stay” you ask confused.

He chuckled, “the boy is an amazing cook, and plus, we both know you’re old man, and you’re dumb nut brother aren’t gonna help you and you’re mother cook this year, and we wanted to keep it small this year… you could’ve brought a friend too…” he shrugged off what he just said you shake your head and smiled.

“Well I’m gonna settle in” he nodded and we both walked out. I reach the stairs in front of my room and I see jimin, talking to someone on the phone, “Jeon Jungkook! You do NOT mess that dinner up, and you tell TAEHYUNG he has to cook the steaks MEDIUM WELL. You guys know nothing when I’m not there! I’m on vacation for once! Don’t fuck this up for me!” He says in a low enough angry voice before taking a deep breath.

I pretend I didn’t hear that, I walk to my room passing him. He tilted his head at me. “Hey y/n”. I mentally cursed myself before I turned around, “yes?” I said anxiously, thank god I lied a lot to my parents. There was no way he could see how anxious I was.

“Where exactly is the bathroom.” I shake my head, you might wanna go to the one downstairs, between Jin and hobi, there’s no hope for that bathroom.” I smile before turning away and walking to my room and he notices the bathroom by my door, inside my room.

“Do you mind if I just use yours?” I turn around cursing myself again. “Sure? Why not” he smiled, and walked past me to go pee, sigh before I turned on my fireplace and my tv, I sat down on my bed and I felt tension in my neck I slowly rolled my neck and then I head a voice.

“Need help?” He smiled at me. Gosh, not right now, I liked rewarding myself for getting the tension out my neck. I couldn’t resist… “sure…”

He sat on my bed, and the bed sank, he started working on my neck, damn he was good, oh my god, he started kneeing into it, and my neck finally released the tension, I let him know it was out.

“Thanks” I said with a half smile before turning my night light off. Jimin nodded, and walked back to the door to leave. But he turned around to say something to you. “Do you care if I just use your restroom to get ready and everything?? I promise I’ll be quiet” I nodded. Dammit y/n, it’s NO!

He smiled and spoke again, “I’ll just let you know, I take a shower at 5 am, try not to use the restroom during 5? Hm?” He smiled, I nodded again. Barely listening. What was his deal on using MY bathroom. Bullshit.

I woke up at 5 am, damn, what the hell is that noise?! The shower is running? Who the hell is in my shower?! Oh no… did someone break in?

(This is how slow you are when you first wake up)

Just as you were about to open the door realization hit, and you hurried up and jumped back in bed when you heard the door open a few minutes later, you barley opened one eye, you know, the kind nobody could notice?!

I looked at the person, secretively, they were only in a towel, and it sounded like that husky, manly, light hearted voice. Jimin.

“Aishhh, I forgot my clothes.” He has the towel wrapped around his waist,

He looked at me and tilted his head, the clock was ticking on my digital alarm clock, “how is she still that beautiful??” He said examining my face.

That made you cringe BADLY. You wanted cover your face up and laugh hysterically, but you were, ‘asleep’.

He held his hand to his chin, still smiling, “should I remove my clothes” no! No! No! God don’t do that, you wanted to say aloud, did he know you were awake. “Oh, y/nnnnnnn” he said loudly, but softly. “I know you’re awake”

You still didn’t budge, he grunted and looked at the clock. “That coffee maker is too fancy… I don’t know how to work it please wake up… I can’t survive without coffee” he shook you.

God, this man. “I’m up” you said grumpily, you jumped at the sight of his abs, and his v line, god, was he perfect. “Oh sorry, here, let me dress, and I need you to show me how to work the coffee maker.” He said softly, and forcefully sat me up.

I sat up scratching my head, in the silky floral, tank top, with lace at the top and the silky shorts to match. “Ughhhh” you groaned, he was rolling his sweater sleeve up, with the turtle neck, it was red, and he had a silver Rolex on, with black glasses, and black dress pants on, with black dress shoes.

“That’s no Christmas spirit” he said, smiling, with a laugh. “Couldn’t you have asked hobi?” I said, still grumpy. “He refused to get up and said you drink tea every morning.” He shrugged.

“Jimin, that has nothing to do with coffee” he shrugged, “close enough.”

He waited for me to get up, I groaned and put my slippers on, my white socks, I opened my door walking past him, he smelt like strong cologne.

We walked down the stairs to the kitchen, the newly renovated kitchen.

“Do your parents renovate their kitchen every 4 years?” He asked, I snapped my head to him while I grabbed a mug. “How’d you know?”

He chuckles, “my parents do the same. And I can tell.” He smiles, I give him a half smile and start his coffee while I balance myself on the counter still sleepy, the sun hadn’t even risen, and I was still sleepy.

“So when did you start modeling.” You look at him a little weird, “how’d you know that?” I asked confused. “You’re on billboards.” He said, reassuring. You did a little sigh.

“I don’t know, just one day i hired a manager, and started modeling, and some acting.” He nodded at you, his coffee was ready, he sipped it and smiled.

“Thanks” he smiled, you were about to leave but he said something. “So you’re a painter? Right?” He smiled. You knew he meant your old art studio, and if he asked you to paint him, you would have to explain you only do nude paintings now… and you still haven’t confessed to your parents about that.

“Yeah, that’s just old work though” you scratched your head, he smiled again, before he sipped his coffee again, and he spoke, after taking a sip. “What kind of work do you do now?”

You almost choked at that, was he interrogating you? Does he know? What was his purpose in knowing? “Just… you know… art.” He tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes.

“That’s it?” He asked, “yeah.” You said a bit nervously, he shook his head, “what do you like to paint.” He asked instead… “people” you asked, that was it. Please don’t ask me anything else.

“That’s pretty cool… you should paint me one time” you calmly pressed your lips together… “so here’s the thing…” he sat his mug on the counter and waited, “I only do nude work” his eyes widened a bit, and he stumbled a bit, after balancing himself from the counter he was leaning on.

“Oh! Well, I don’t mind” he replied, fuck, I do not need to paint some naked chef at all. “Y/n, me, hobi, and Jin, planned on getting in some last minute Christmas shopping, like wrapping paper, cards, etc.” he paused and spoke again, “care to join along?” He asked calmly, you replied——

“Sure, why not.” He smiled and nodded, you saw the sun rising, I better go wake hobi up you thought to yourself. “I’m gonna go wake up hobi.” He nodded. I smiled, and ran up the stairs. You barged in Hobi’s room.

You took the covers off and he was in his blue pajamas, silk of course, you shook him furiously forcing him to get up.

“YAH! What are you doing demon!!!” He questioned, loudly, “Forcing you to WAKE UP!” You yelled! “Ow! Ow! I’m up!” He yelled as you pinched him. “Wanna tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t suffocate you right now! FOR TELLING JIMIN TO WAKE ME UP FOR COFFEE!” You whisper yelled the last part.

“Because you love me?” He said with a sense of hope, you groaned and got off of him, “it’s like six-thirty am, I’m not getting up” he said grumpily. “Hobi I will choke you” you said, he sat up quickly with a grunt.

“Come on and get ready, we’re going walking” you said angrily. Hobi looked at you, and said, “there’s no way you’re my younger sister, you’re too BOSSY!” “Yah!” You chased him around with a slipper around his room until Jin walked in.

“Will you two stop it?!” Jin groaned rubbing his puffy eyes, Jimin walked in turning the light on. “What happens in the span of five minutes?” He looked at the bed sheets on the ground, one of my slippers across the room, and the pillow on the dresser hanging on the tv.

“You don’t wanna know.” Hobi said catching his breath. “I heard something about a walk?” Jin said, “so you were listening” I said annoyed. He shrugged, “can we tag along” you rubbed the back of your neck, “see, it’s kindve a sibli-.”

Hobi hit your back, “yeah of course, but bring boots?” They both smiled and left at Hobi’s comment, “why would you do that?” Hobi groaned, “because, Jin is like an annoying kid, and won’t leave you alone until you do. No point in saying no.” He groaned and pushed you out.

I scoffed, whatever, you walk over to your room, and get dressed, black leggings, boots, white socks, grey sweater, brown jacket, and a black and white bucket hat. You come outve your room to see jimin wearing the same clothes except with a long black jacket, and black glasses. The same as yours.

I walk down the stairs and jimin walked behind me, he’s gonna be cold, just one jacket? Weirdo. Hobi and Jin were waiting for us, “yah! What took you two so long?”, Jin said, you glared, and Hobi scoffed at us. Whatever. Jin and Hobi end up walking in front of us. Leaving us two.

I enjoy the fresh winter smell, our boots crunching in the snow, the garden around us, covered in snow, the pond, barely frozen over. God do I miss this. “This is nice.” Jimin said, your head snapped towards his, you didn’t realized he kept up with your slow pace, I thought he already left me.

“Yeah” you said with a bit of smile, you keep walking, and he speaks again, “Y/n, can I ask you something?” He asks me. Here we fucking go. Gosh, what now.

“Hm?” You answer, “why didn’t you just become a full time painter?” You tilted your head. “Well, i couldn’t answer that with full honesty… cause im never honest with myself about it” you shrug. He shooks his head, “I just don’t get it, modeling and acting over painting? You’d rather have cameras flashing everywhere you go? Instead of painting a peaceful river?”

You shrugged, why did he care anyway. “Yeah? So?” You replied. He stopped us both. “What I mean is you’d rather be called, ‘the venom to the industry’ ‘the villain of Korea’ ‘the ace’, and model for Calvin and Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, and Chanel? Than paint a river? The moon?” He said.

You crossed your arms, “I do what I do for the same reasons you cook, why does it matter to you?” You ask. “So you like this?” You nod. “It’s my life jimin. This is life, reality. And nothing will change that.” You said. He sighed, and we started walking again.

we kept walking silently, until we reached Jin and Hobi, Jin saw the angry look on your face. “Yah! Hobi, me and y/n are gonna take left, yall take right, let’s all meet at the fountain.” Hobi nods and shrugs. We continue walking. “Whats with the look” Jin asked.

“Jimin was asking me questions why I’m a model, and why I act, and why I didn’t paint” Jin laughs. “Not funny.” You said grumpy. “Maybe because he was obsessed with you for a while, maybe he wanted you to be that artist, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the public eye wanting you.” Jin said. “Oddly specific” you replied back.

“Wait? How’d you know I knew he used to be obsessed with me?” You asked. “Hobi told me. Boy can’t hold water” we both laugh. And suddenly we run into jimin and hobi. “Can we go shopping now?” Jimin asked complaining. Jin chuckles and nods and we head to the house.

Once we get inside we’re all just kindve standing there, waiting for Jin to get his scarf. “So jimin your a chef?” Hobi asked. “Yeah.” Jimin replied. “Is your food like… amazing?” I hit hobi in his arm, jimin laughed, “yes some would say yes.” He smiled.

Jin came downstairs, “everyone ready” “omg, literally yes” I replied, and we all headed out walking, hobi went to the car, “I don’t wanna walk!” Hobi complained, “don’t be a wuss” I replied, he glared, and catched up to us. “The store is literally down the street” I said he shrugged.

We got in the store and I separated from them, looking by myself, I saw an ornament with angel wings and decided to buy it for our grandmother, I bought some last minute cards to.

I look over and see a pastry, they had croissants and a lot of pastries, plus it was right across the street. And Jimin was nowhere to be found. And Hobi and Jin were in their own world.

I paid for my things and hurried to the pastry shop, and it was beautiful, a woman, from France was in there, she had paintings, and flowers hanged everywhere, wooden floors, and the glass that protected the pastry’s, had flowers painted on it.

I asked her for a chocolate croissant, she nodded and gave me 3??! “Oh no ma’am! I meant one!”

She smiled at me, “don’t worry about it dear. I’m fixing to close shop for the day, and for the rest of the month to head back to France, for Christmas” she smiled, “anything else? It’s on the house? How about a hot chocolate?” I nodded quickly and she fixed me a cup. I smiled back.

I suddenly look behind me to see jimin smiling at a table. What was he doing here. I ignored him and walked out the pastry shop. “Wait Y/n-.” The pastry shop woman looked confused.

“Y/n, why aren’t you eating in there?” I shrug, “idk… do you want me to?” He nodded quickly. And pulled me back inside. His cheeks and nose red from the cold… so cute.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

#park jimin #bts army #cooking #bts jimin #bts pjm #wholesome #christmas #painting #taehyung #jungkook #jin #jhope #bangtan

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sewandbind · 1 year ago

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It's the 2023 "What did I sew this year" wrap up ft. terrible pictures.

It's probably an unfinished list because I must have missed some little projects. Bonus section: did I actually finish the project or does it still need some finishing?

January

The Gordon Hoodie by Mood. I used a fleece fabric and some string I had somewhere. I really just wanted to try out the pattern and if I would like a cropped hoodie. Basically: don't use a non-stretch fabric for the sleeves or cuffs, but overall a good pattern. I don't think a cropped hoodie is for me though. Fully hand sewn.

The Serena top by Sew swimmingly. Unfortunately she stopped overall so the pattern isn't available to buy anymore... but I bought it just in time (this is a hint)... so send a message if you want some information on it?. I made a mock up out of a (cheap) lilac lycra and some (cheap) lilac lace for the back 'black piece'. I don't have a picture of my lilac version, but here are the pictures of sew swimmingly. There will be pictures of a black version here somewhere.

February

Or: the start of my 1860s/cinderella/Sisi crossover dress. I might make a separate post about this.

1860s corset. I made a few mock up versions over december 22 to January and I settled on this pattern (free). I printed it at 103% and added a little over 6 cm from the waist up to make sure it wasn't a underbust corset and made no further adjustments. I have a ±5-8 cm lacing gap when I wear it.

Hoopskirt: I ordered a hoop skirt but it arrived as a completely different shape than the pictures showed, so I removed all the boning, made casings and in the end put all the hoops and tapes together by hand. The tapes are a mix of brown bias binding I had laying around and some cotton strips.

Layered petticoat for the 1860s project: It's scraps of tule, organza and mesh curtains sewn on in layers to go over my hoop skirt (finally a project I can use all my scraps for), sewn on the original fabric of the hoop skirt (it was a little too small, so I just added a strip of fabric to make it wider: it's not meant to be pretty, it's meant to be functional).

Organza petticoat for over the 1860s project to make it pretty. and add some more volume to the bottom.

March

1860s skirt.

1860s Overskirt out of this crystal-effect organza bc I wanted the lower skirt to be multi functional.

Fabric roses (over 50 in multiple sizes).

1860s bodice. (I drafted this myself the evening of the ball, I had to rush)

April

My dad requested some sort of alpaca cheek mask for a client of his. So I tried something? Didn't quite work out in the end.

Atonement dress: my friends convinced me it was a good idea to try to recreate it for a gala. It was a pain in my ass, I did it though. I used a very thin and slippery green charmeuse I had bought for a lining for another project (and it ripped so easily into ladders (like thighs). 2/10 experience). I bought skin toned tricot lining to line the dress with and make me able to wear it without flashing everybody. I used the lining to make a 'mock-up' / lining because I didn't want to make a paper pattern or buy one.

Finished my green velvet dress after like 3 years.

Swimsuit: my second ever, bc my mom wears my 1st one and she lost it and she was about to go on holiday the next morning for her 25th wedding anniversary with my dad. So I sewn one in like 1,5 hour at 10 pm so she could swim. The pattern I used is Poppy by Edgewater Avenue. I absolutely love this pattern, no pictures of the actual swimsuit though.

Made a velvet-flower print pillowcase for my grandma.

May

Made a black version of the Serena top. Added a little bit of elastic to the waist so it would roll up a little less. I get so many compliments on this one

My mom-jeans ripped at the knees. I don't like ripped knees. so I sewn them roughly together, painted some flowers (bc I know how incredibly slow I am with embroidery) and started embroidery. Guess you can't really call this a sewing project but it's still here. I wore it to the Elton John concert.

June

I mocked up a Bustier dress Pattern by Chikafrik Patterns on Etsy. Wasn't what I wanted. But I got a top out of it

I made a milkmaid-inspired top out of a polkadot cotton fabric. I had just enough to cut this out. I would've loved it if I had like 1 or 2 cm's more for the hem but really like the top as is.

Jersey midi dress with satin binding. Drafted the pattern myself. It's one of my favourite dresses ever. Next time I will move the straps in maybe 1 or 2 cm's because it's a little tight around my arms. But overall very comfortable, I even trimmed sheep hoofs in it (don't do what I do and wear flip-flops).

Juli

Mock up shorts; it's an adjusted pattern from Wide Leg Pants by Peppermint Patterns (it's free or you can choose what you pay!). Here's a tutorial on how to do it.

Mock up of the Wilder Top by Mood. Combined, these make me feel like Indiana Jones or a Jungle Explorer or like a sexy zoo keeper.

August

I made a purple chiffon version of the Wilder Top for my mom... kinda?

September

Made the "Wide Leg Pants" shorts in green linen!

Started on a red, short version of the black jersey dress.

I made a top out of my leftover fabric. I used the top of #UP1020 Jumpsuit by Unfettered patterns (it's a free jumpsuit pattern). I lowered the neckline and made it square. Didn't have enough fabric for a facing so I just serged and sewn down the seam. It shows a little of some of my lacy bra's at the neckline and I must say I quite like that look.

Started on a linnen beige skirt with some pearlescent buttons, didn't use a pattern.

Made the Elliot Front Tie top by Coolstitches out of a printed cotton. Lined the upper parts with a cotton voile, because the printed fabric was a little to see through.

October

Started on a green viscose blouse. The pattern is blouse #2310 by Lekala. It's however way longer than the technical drawing saw.

I mended some sweaters of both of my brothers and some shirts of my dad's.

Started on a 1860s blouse, I used the TV449 as a base and drafted my own collar piece. I used pearlescent buttons and used a lace edge. I made it all by hand.

Started on a 1860s jacket from TV449 (1861 Revere Bodice). This is also all made by hand

Made a mockup of suit pants for my twin brother. Burda 6871.

Took in the linen skirt.

November

Made a wearable mock-up of the suit pants. I had so many fit problems and my twin getting annoyed with how many times he had to do a fitting so in the end they didn't quite fit right and it's not a wearable mockup. I'm going to start from scratch with the pattern again.

Made a blanket hoodie and was inspired by the Billie Wearable blanket. It's so ugly but it's so handy and warm. It's nmade out of two layers at the sleeves and throughout the body. All out of 'scrap' fabric.

December

Satin blouse for NYE, made out of a cheap polyester satin I was going to use as a lining but then I didn't?. Fully hand sewn. The pattern is blouse #2394 by Lekala and I had the hardest time figuring it out, and still don't think I've figured it out. I think I might replace the buttons with smaller ones in the future because the holes on these pearl beads (yes, not buttons, it's what I had on hand) are a little too big for my liking.

Worked on the green viscose blouse

The bonus I promised - the unfinished projects of 2023 list

I dyed a white cotton dotted dress red, it's the Marina Dress by NH patterns but without the gathering. It needs a hem and some adjustments in the skirt

The hoodie blanket needs a hem and the cuffs need finishing.

The linen skirt needs a hem

The red jersey dress needs some adjusting... at the top and needs binding for the bottom.

The TV449 is unfinished

The green blouse need a hem

You'll have to trust me on this, since I'm not allowed to add more images. I also have at least twice the amount of unfinished projects so yeah, yay for starting more projects and finishing even less.

#sewing #2023 wrapped #cinderella #1860 #Sisi #atonement #Mood #Historically-inspired

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years ago

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What if during one of venti’s reruns the reader is spending dozens of wishes to try and get him, and venti wants more than anything to come home to his creator, but has to grapple with the highest power of them all- the gacha system. After losing the 50/50 to qiqi on the player’s 4th ten pull, he’d probably start trying to sabotage the draws by causing problems in teyvat, distracting the other characters so he’s the only available character and therefore has to be chosen (creator can’t pull any other characters if they’re not there to be pulled, right?). Venti will have a lot of explaining to do when he finally comes home.

Also can I be 🫧 anon pls?

This seems fitting considering his now confirmed banner coming up, also of course!

"Oh my god not again."

You wanted to throw your phone, the insatiable urge to destroy what was causing you so much grief was only stifled by your frankly incredible amount of self control.

This would make the third time you've lost to Qiqi on a 50/50, and that previously mentioned self-control was wearing rather thin.

Your luck was never particularly good, but come on, this was frankly getting ridiculous.

You let out a soft sigh, taking one more brief glance at the banner header to see Venti's joyful expression looking back, the exact opposite of what you were currently feeling.

Maybe a break was an order.

Sure, you had a few more pulls up your sleeve, but you were running low on primos and perhaps the passage of time would somehow manage to soften this obvious favoritism the game seemed to have towards paying players.

You looked at the banner with a forlorn expression for a second longer before logging out and shutting off your device, promising yourself to do something more productive with the next hour.

Venti, similar to you, was far from happy.

Really it was completely out of his hands, if his universe would allow him to be reunited with you, and so far the answer to that seemed to be a resounding no.

This was the second time you had attempted to reunite the two of you. He remembered watching the golden glow of falling stars fondly the first time, eyes shinning with hope and wonder, later to be replaced with sorrow when his spot was taken, stolen right out from under him.

He didn't understand why it took you this long to try again, pouting and looking desperately at the sky every night with the small hope that he would once again see that same glow of falling stars.

It became ritualistic in a way, downing a glass and humming a song, staring up at the stars for a while, trying to forcibly will them to behave.

He could feel his heart beating right out of his chest when he did see it again, hope bubbling up in its place, only to once again be dissolved into nothingness when the glow didn't quite reach him, passed right over him in the direction of Liyue.

Was this your will? Or was the universe simply destined to keep the two of you apart-

He wouldn't stand for the latter. Universe be damned, if it was him you wanted then it is him you shall have.

When the light grew dark he was still there, that was simply the way it was, you would try again, right?

How long would it take you this time...

'It isn't fair', rang out in his head, similar thoughts bouncing around.

Was there not anything he could do?

A few thoughts came to him in that moment, most simply the irrational product of frustration, but one rang out amongst the rest.

It was immoral sure, incredibly selfish too, but the more Venti thought it over, the more it seemed like the only option.

You must want him, right? That can be the only explanation as to why the stars presented themselves to him yet again, so would it really be wrong of him to help?

He could justify it under the premise of simply enacting your will, and in that case, not doing so would be considered blasphemy.

Venti quickly stood from where he sat on the edge of the hands of his own statue, it was a beautiful place to watch the stars.

How would this distraction work? Did he even have a way to hide people from the universe's view?

It took a minute longer for an answer to dawn on him, his spirit immediately perking up when it did.

It's not as if the stars could claim someone they couldn't see—

He jumped from the statue immediately, using a wind glider and his own powers to propel himself higher, high enough to see the streets of Mondstadt clearly.

He just had to spot any vision bearer that happened to be outside and lead them in, somewhere where the brilliant glow of the night sky didn't reach.

That didn't sound particularly difficult.

The first one Venti spotted was Diluc, standing idly outside the tavern with his back against the wall, looking up at the sky with the same frustration and barely hidden dismay that Venti had previously worn.

He dropped into an empty nearby ally silently, any sound covered by the light rustling of wind.

"Oh Diluc!"

The man instantly snapped his gaze up, a rather irritated expression forming at the sight of the energetic Bard.

Venti wasted no time running up to him, grabbing the taller man's arm and practically dragging him into the tavern.

Diluc almost tripped over himself at the sudden force, "What are you—"

"I'm in the mood for a particularly difficult cocktail," Venti cut him off immediately with that same singsong voice, "And there just isn't anybody else who can make it nearly as good, I'm lucky to have found you here!"

Lucky huh? Diluc's luck, on the other hand, seemed to be getting worse by the second. First the stars didn't deem him worthy, and now this?

The bar was just as bustling as it usually was with the same nightly crowd. Venti quickly pulled Diluc to the counter, listing off multiple complex instructions at light speed while doing so.

"Charles can make anything I can, it's not as though I hire incompetent bartenders—"

"I'll pay double."

Diluc promptly closed his mouth, it was rare to get the Bard to pay anything at all, much less more than full price, and this was already one of the more expensive drink options because of the outsourced ingredients...

With a sigh and a slight nod, Diluc went to the back in order to obtain the proper glassware, giving Venti just enough time to empty one of the ingredient jars.

Ground mist flowers. While he didn't doubt that Diluc had extra mist flowers in the back, the powder didn't last long by itself, so it was unlikely there was any spare. That meant that it would have to be ground fresh, a process that took at least half an hour due to the elemental nature of the flower.

Diluc promptly notice the absence of the necessary ingredient upon his arrival, face darkening slightly.

"It... Might be a minute—"

Venti could hardly keep the smile off his face, "Perfect, I have somewhere I need to be right now anyway, so take all the time you need!"

Without so much as another word Venti dropped the necessary amount of money on the table and darted out the door.

The astronomer lady who had recently settled in to the Inn was another threat, but that solution wasn't nearly as difficult as the previous one.

A magic seal on the doors and windows seemed simple enough, and it's not as if he wouldn't come back and lift it after his reunion with you.

Liyue was a fair distance away too, the chances that he could make it all the way there and back before you decided to try again were rather low...

Maybe it was about time he cashed in one of his many favors from Zhongli.

You knew you had previously said you were going to wait an hour, but the suspense was really starting to get to you.

So you found yourself here, once again on Venti's banner with only twenty pulls available to you. Even though you did technically have a guarantee, getting a five star character with zero pity wasn't an easy task.

You took a deep breath, mentally lowering your expectations as you clicked the ten pull button, watching intently for the star color.

So you were shocked, to say the least, to see the same golden hue you had seen on your previous pull light up the screen.

Was this actually happening?

You couldn't help the laugh of complete disbelief that escaped you when you saw him, you felt the need to personally thank whatever God had just blessed you.

Immediately opening up his character menu and working on ascensions that you had farmed for, Venti felt as if he could pass out from joy.

All that running around had been worth it, he was yours. He could feel your energy interwoven with every fiber of his being, practically hear your laugh ring out amongst the night sky.

He was yours he was yours oh he was yours. The stars had accepted him, you had accepted him, nothing else seemed to matter.

As long as you didn't happen to notice the large dark clouds covering the star's light from shining on Teyvat, how the only hole that appeared in them seemed to be right below where he was currently standing.

Sure, Venti now had a pretty hefty debt to pay back to Ei, but that was neither here nor there.

All that mattered was your gaze that now shown down upon him, enveloping him completely in a feeling of comfort long forgotten.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #🫧 anon

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goth-girlfriend · 3 years ago

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Just wondering and no pressure here! Are you ever gonna finish the Endeavor fic? Love ur works bby and stay safe out there! <3

Yes yes yes 😤😭 Anything for you sweetheart and especially anything for Enji. Take care of yourself ❤️❤️

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“What?” I yawned out loud to myself pushing myself up. My arm was sore from sleeping on it, I looked around and blinked at the light that had made itself known. I tried to push to sit up being held down by a familiar weight. I yawned again, before rolling over under Enji’s arm. I pressed my back against his warm side resting on my arm that wasn’t sore. I pulled his arm around my waist to feel like I was being held in place.

“Ah, security.” I sighed using his shoulder and bicep as a pillow, “Not soft at all.” I snuggled against the firm muscle until I heard a throaty chuckle. His chest shook lightly and I looked up at him he was awake. His eyes lidded from sleep still fighting against consciousness, I watched a faint smile pull at the corners of his lips, I couldn’t fight the most likely idiotic looking grin that surfaced. I laughed and shook my head as quietly as I could. I turned in his arm and hugged his chest. I watched as he moved his free arm behind his head, his bicep bulged at the unintentional flexing.

“Good morning.” I smiled and let my head fall against his shoulder while I looked up at him. It felt perfect, this moment. The morning sun filtered by the beige curtains lighting the room in gold with a few thin slits of white sunlight breaking through. The white duvet stopping at waist, open sleeping shirt, messy hair, pressed into his side sighing content. The rumble of the AC filling the silence, soft breathing, its perfect. In this moment, in this place, there is no history, there is no future, its us in this moment. With nothing to ruin the moment I sighed and closed my eyes feeling the faint heat of his rising chest.

“Good morning.” He finally answered, voice deeper than usual, I felt him shuffle, before I felt his lips pressed onto the top of my head. I felt my eyes flutter involuntary, and my heart swelling. I smiled closing my eyes enjoying the closeness, perfect, this is perfect.

“DDAAAAAAADD!!” I blinked a few times remembering where we were, I watched as he groaned rubbing his face with his hand and sitting up leaving me behind.

“Yes, Fuyumi?” He called starting to stand up doing a few basic stretches.

”Y/N IS GONE DID YOU HEAR ANYTHING THIS MORNING MAYBE SHE LEFT TO GET BREAKFAST?!” She screamed through the door, I watched the door handle jiggle, thanking God I locked it last night.

“Yes, I heard someone moving this morning. It could have been (L/N), why don’t you go look around down stairs, I need to shower and get ready.” He yawned before he stood popping his back.

“Mmm...” there was a pause and some shuffling.

I heard Sho’s faint voice “Fuyumi, look y/n sent me message this morning saying she was going to a nearby convinience store to buy some things she had forgotten. She’ll be back soon.” I sighed thanking God once again that I had told Shoto my password all those weeks ago.

“Alright, DON’T MIND DAD!” She screamed before I heard them walk away, Great, now how am I supposed to leave? I looked around, “Does that window open?” I asked pointing to the window in the room. “It‘s a balcony.” Enji pulled back the curtains revealing an pretty good sized balcony with fancy railing. I was wearing sleeping shorts and a long sleeve shirt with some socks, I‘ll fly down, and just walk back in... but I went to the store.... so I need to come back with something. “Can I have ten dollars?” I smiled sheepishly looking at Enji.“

He sighed before turning to the dresser and pulled out a bill out of his wallet. I grinned and thanked him, “I’ll be back in, five or ten minutes.” I shrugged and opened the Balcony window. Taking eagle form, I dived down into an alley way barrel rolling and lading back on human feet. I walked out and stopped outside a tourist shop. The shop owner was placing out a box of mini hero figures, the same figures from that night we patrolled. These were a new release with the change to get Gold or Silver All Might, Endeavour or Hawks. I got excited and rushed in, I “went to the store”, but I never said what for. the packs were on sale, 2 for $5.00. And lucky for me, I had managed to get a $50. Each box comes with 12 lucky bags each bag has 3 mini figures, there are only 10 Pro hero’s currently released in this line. I have a ten percent chance of getting Endeavour, All Might or Hawks, if you add the 6 new figures to the line thats 16 characters in total. Meaning there are three possible Endeavor, All Might and Hawks,,, But, the chances of getting a special edition, would be 2 of 16 which should be 12.5 out of 100. If I multiply by three that raises the chance 37.5 of 100. So out of all 36 Figures that means I have to at least get 1 limited edition Per box, bu counting in these are the first boxes to pull in customers, they overload the limited ones to make it look easy so people will be convinced to buy them because it’s “easy” to find a limited figure... meaning... “ill give you $50 even for both boxes.”

I turned to look at the cashier guy who seemed unimpressed but nodded, “I usually sell boxes for $30 dollars each but I feel generous 25 each plus taxes.”

“How about $20 plus taxes.” I counter offered. He squinted at me before he made another offer, we went at this until we were back at my original offer. “Alright, this is my last offer,” he huffed and stared at me hard, “$50 dollars cash, no taxes, and IF you become a Pro Hero you do advertising free for my shop.”

I laughed and nodded, “Deal.” He packed the boxes and I paid him before we parted ways. By the time I made it back to the hotel Fuyumi rushed to me with a look of worry. “Where were yOU I WAS WORRIED?!”

I smiled, “I was in the middle of a very serious conversation about some very serious things.”

“A toy store, that bag says you were at a toy store.” Shoto said sounding very unimpressed.

I smiled and let out a sheepish laugh, “well...” I looked down and hid the bag behind me, “I never said I went to buy anything important.”

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“Ow......ow.......nooooo stop.” I whined feeling one more tug at my hair and finally it fell down.

“There, we’re done.” Fuyumi fluffed my hair a bit before smoothing it out again, “Now lets go, before Natsuo starts causing a fuss.” She ushered me to move and I did leading our way to the elevator.

“Alright,“ I sighed slouching a little... “....Wanna see something cool?” I asked standing back up, Fuyumi cocked a brow by smiled a little, “Alright, I do actually.”

I dug into my pocket and pulled out a gold endeavor figure, “Boom, its your dad.“ I took her hand and placed it in her palm, “You can have that, I have another one.” I smiled when she let out a slight laugh. “Thank you, I’ll keep him with my keys.” We stood in a comfortable silence until the doors opened and we started to move out I asked, “Soooo, what are we doing after this award ceremony?” I asked tilting my head in curiosity.”

“I don’t know, she said he lips pulling to the side in a displeased way, “They didn’t let me plan out this trip so its a surprise for the both of us.” My only answer was to nod while I smiled down at the ground, “Sounds Fun.”

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”Aren’t those kids from UA?” The voices of photographers were loud with there questions as flashes went of left and right, “Why are they with Pro Hero Endeavor?” “I don’t know but these kids could pull in the views!”

“Todoroki! A question if you Will!” “Hey Midoriya Over here!” “L/N! Can you pose for a few photos!” “Todoroki look over here!” Midoriya whats it like to learn from Pro Hero All Might??” “L/N! L/N! Are you affiliated with Todoroki or Midoriya?”

As much as I love getting my photo taken, I knew sticking around for pictures and questions in this scenario is probably the last thing I should do. So instead I stayed close to Natsuo almost sandwiched between him and Fuyumi. I stayed betwen them as we kept moving, Sho and Deku were behind us not rushing, Sho seemed unaffected and Deku was looking down red faced and embarrassed. It was kinda cute. I looked back ahead watching Enji ignore everyone moving forward with purpose and carrying himself with pride. I smiled watching him I know not everyone can see him or respect him as the number one hero but, to me, He can be so much more if only people would give him a chance. I know he’s not the most kind person in public, but with the right sidekick or partner that could change easy. When Hawks was with him those brief days, his like ability actually raised. So I know all it takes is someone pushing him to be more interactive with his fans, he knows now there are some that like him, bit i also understand why it’s so hard for him to accept it...

“Alright, were in, lets go find some seats.”

The ceremony went by slowly, I was bored listening to a bunch of speeches but at least made it look like I was paying attention. I couldn’t even sit by Enji because Fuyumi took my place, and then I managed to get stuck between Natsuo and Sho and they kept talking and we had to refrain from laughing to loud at a few things. Midoriya was so interested in everything that was happening and i started to pay attention when they actually started calling name, Sho and Natsuo stopped after Fuyumi told them to shut up. Which I appreciated now that things were getting interesting. I listened to the awards leaning forward more and more as more hero’s showed up collecting awards and moving on with speeches each with their own rounds of applause. I got this twisted feeling about Eniji going so I whispered to Sho who voiced the idea of us cheering for their dad and Fuyumi praised him for caring about their dad and he took the praise. So when Enji was called for an award of Achievement and a few other things the crowd applauded but how it normaly had so I stood up pulling Sho and Natsuo with me which caused Fuyumi and Midoriya to stand we clapped louder and cheered “For the new Number one Hero!” I screamed and then the five of us cheered more as others started to stand and clap louder. I looked at Fuyumi who smiled back and nodded. After the crowd calmed down and sat he gave a short speech, almost another thirty minutes of closing speech we finally got to leave.

“Finally! I’m free!” I cheered running straigh into Natsuo’s back as he stopped out of nowhere. “My face.” I groaned pushing away from him, it was in that moment I realized how big he actually was, “Wow, you’re actually tall.” I leaned to use his head to block the sun.

He looked back over his shoulder at me, “huh? Did you say something down there?” He... he just... he just bullied me for my height... “I-...” I look esta him and swallowed, “IM TELLING FUYUMI YOURE BULLYING ME!”

I watched his eyes widen and turned to rush to Fuyumi and he screamed, “wait...NO”

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“Natsuuoooooo?” I poked his cheek as he sat pouting arms crossed, “Nat...Suo? Nat... pssst hey Nat, you still mad?” I poked his cheek again and smiled watching him force back a smile. “Come one, you cant be mad.” I poked his cheek causing him to smile briefly before he forced it back again, so I quickly summoned a feather and poked his cheek distracting him before using it to tickle his other side causing him to laugh.

“Alright fine fine, I’m not mad anymore.” He wheezed as I pulled my feather away, plucking it from the air. “A hero’s work is never done.” I gave an exaggerated sigh and he a single laugh kinda like a scoff, “Some hero you are, you get innocent pedestrians hurt to save them.” he crossed his arms and snapped his head the other way, unamused I felt me brows go up, “Innocent? Pedestrian? You?” I paused when he gave me an offended look. “I don’t think so.”

“Natsuo-“ We turned to look at Shoto, the two of having been sitting outside on a stone bench after Fuyumi scolded him strongly and I pulled into it.

“Yes?” He asked standing up and popping his back.

“Our father, asked if you could head back with Fuyumi to the hotel to pick up her bag of clothes. She left it when she was rushing out. Well meet for lunch before we do anything else.” Shoto said leaning his head to the side slightly.

“Oh,” he looked at me and then over his shoulder at the doors we had both just sulked out of, “yeah, well take a Taxi. I’ll get Fuyumi and we’ll leave.” He nodded and turned to leave.

I moved to stand by Sho, “So?” I asked elbowing him slightly, “how was last night?” “Well, I could ask you the same.” He side eyed me, “Take your phone with you next time you jump out a window.” I didn’t miss the amusement in his eyes, “Right,” I nodded and he closed his eyes a small smile on his lips. “Now, where are we going for lunch?”

“Oh! I read about this American style fondue place! It’s supposed to be really good! So I kinda wanted to try it and I was going to suggest it but, it’s pricey so, eheh, ya know.” I shrugged and Shoto’s brief look of amusement came back, you want what Kaminari told me is a Glucose Guardian, someone who pays for what you want.” I choked, “Sugar daddy.”

“What?”

“What. Nothing, so, lunch? I’m hungry? Also I’m riding in front move.” I rushed past him jumping into the passenger seat before he followed after Deku had met him. I was buzzing in my seat and the took Enji’s hand the moment he was sat and started driving, I squeezed his hand staring out the window, watching the building and cars pass. It felt so nostalgic, but how could it be nostalgic?

“Where are we eating?” I turned to Enji at his question, before looking at Sho through the mirror, “There’s this place Y/n was talking about.” I felt a squeeze to my hand meeting Enji’s stare as he looked at me briefly before looking at the road, “Where is it?”

I smiled and used my free hand to grab my phone, “it’s not to far from here, we should be able to make it in ten minutes if traffic is good.” I clicked away typing the address, “Yup, go straight, take a right at the light, and it should be a large glass building on the corner! It’s a fondue place, more American style!” I tried to talk and explain while squeezing Enji’s hand at the excitement I was feeling. Upon getting to the restaurant we waited a while, having sent Fuyumi and Natsuo the address we waited at least half an hour until we got a call.

“Dad, I don’t think we’ll be able to do lunch today, a really bad wreck caused a traffic jam on this side of the city, it’s an estimated two hour wait until we can move, well find a place to eat once we get closer if you all want to go ahead and eat we’ll be fine.” Before he could answer Shoto spoke “Thank you for your sacrifice.”

“We should go then?” I questioned looking around the car.

“Yes.” Enji said turning the key and opening his door to get out.

After we all got out the car, we started our way towards the restaurant. I awed at it, we made it in met with a nice man, “Welcome to The Melting Hot Pot! How many will be in your party?”

We all looked up at Enji, “Four.” We all nodded, it felt as if we were judging him.

“Would you like a private room or to be seated in our public seating area.”

“Private.” He nodded and the host nodded, “You can follow me this way.”

“Will this be you’re first time dining with us?” We all slid into seats in the large luxurious looking booth, it’s was in a room with a sliding screen door for privacy.

“Yes it will.”

“Great! I’ll give you the crash course before you’re waiter comes to attend to your table.”

After about seven minutes and looking at a menu the Host left and we started to talk about what sounded good.

“Wisconsin cheddar cheese?” Shoto asked.

“Flaming turtle... sounds painful...” Midoriya was staring at the opposite side of the menu.

“Maybe... we should start with a salad? Before we start looking at the fondue, there’s.. Wisconsin Wedge... California... Caesar... and a house, so, what sounds good?”

We tried to talk it out but no luck, we ended up right where we started, until Midoriya looked at Enji, “Mr.Endeavor sir,” I held back a laugh.

He hummed staring at Deku, his face didn’t change making him seem angry or annoyed, “What?”

Midoriya flinched.

“Maybe you.... you have more experience with this than we do, do you have a-any... advice?”

Enji nodded, “Get a California Salad, you’re allowed two cheeses, well get the Wisconsin Cheddar and Quattro Formaggio, for entree you’ll get a classic plate that comes with Pork, shrimp, chicken and steak cooked in a Mojo style broth, and for two desserts you’ll get a flaming turtle and Yin & Yang mix.”

We all stared at him, “Have you been here before?” I asked interested.

“No,” he held up a rectangular piece of plastic lined paper, “It’s a recommended course.”

“That’s very convenient.” I mumbled and we all looked as our waiter slid the door open finally entering.

“Hello, sorry for being late, what can I bring you to drink.”

“A tea, please.” Shoto and Midoriya spoke at the same time.

“Alright, two sweet iced teas,” and for you, she turned to me, “A spirit free watermelon cooler.”

“Good choice, and for you sir?” She turned to Enji who was looking at the menu, “A Billionaire’s Coffee.” He didn’t even look at her.

“Alright,” she looked at us, “I’ll get your drinks and be right back to take your order.”

She left and we casually just sat there looking around at the decor.

“I like the low lights, it’s nice kinda cosy.” I talked out loud to no one, before I looked at Midoriya locking eyes contact, “perfect place for a date.”

He chocked on air and brought his arm to his face blushing stuttering out things I didn’t understand. I laughed a bit, enjoying the show before he calmed down when the waiter appeared.

“Alright, what are we getting?” She looked at us and all I did was look up at Enji, he sighed, “We’d like to try the Complete Fondue experience for four.” He tapped the plastic with his finger and she noted it, “in that exact order.”

She nodded again, “An exact copy of the full experience, now before I head out, does anyone want to add a lobster tail or any extra meats to their plates?”

“No,”

“No thank you.”

“No, I’m good.”

“No.”

“Alright then, I’ll be turning on the burners, they will get hot, please do not touch them.” She pulled out a small metal stand with a promotional flyer and placed it on the burners before she left.

“I’m excited.” I reached over under the table and took Enji’s hand and brought it back to my lap squeezing his bigger hand between mine.

His hand squeezed mine, I smiled up at him before looking down at his hand, callused, warm. Scars were present but hardly noticeable, I ran my thumb over his knuckles, losing myself in the patterns I began to draw, feeling myself fall into a feeling of nostalgia.

“Y/n,” I looked up at the sound, “Hm?” I hummed in response looking around.

“Are you fine?” Shoto asked his voice soft but his brows were furrowed.

“Yeah, just thinking about school and the internships.” I shrugged, “We’ve been through a lot with everything that’s happened, it’s hard to believe we’re just first year.”

“Hm.” Shoto nodded and I pulled a hand up and lates it palm up on the table.

“Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I see and the more we do, it kinda scares me,” I looked at a scar it ran from the side of my wrist to the back of my hand, it was a deep wound from my Internship, “But seeing everything also makes me realize,” I balled my fist up smiling, “There’s so much space for new hero’s to rise and it excites me knowing one day I’ll be out there fighting for a chance to be number one.”

“Ambitious.” I flinched at the waiters voice who slid the door closed as she entered, “You must be in a hero school then.”

“I, yes, I am.” I nodded and looked away.

“I’ve never heard of you, you must not be that well known. Everyone however would be able to notice our lovely new number one hero Endeavor.” She smiled and patted Enji who just gave her a side eye and she quickly pulled her hand away.

I let out a mix of a scoff and a laugh, “You must live under a rock, or be uncultured, I’m from UA, were our sports festival is streamed publicly almost everywhere throughout the prefecture and surrounding cities, not to mention I was in the news quite a few times with Endeavor and Pro Hero Hawks, I was on headlines and on front page covers of newspapers and magazines, if you can’t recognize me it really goes to show what kind of woman you are.” I made a face and she made a face back.

Before we started a stare down another person walked in, “Alright, here comes a hot pot, everyone be careful.”

As the second waiter was setting up the meal I couldn’t help but mumble to myself, “Bite me, it’s what rabid dogs do anyways.”

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After eating and Midoriya and I burning ourselves multiple times on hot cheese fondue we finished our desserts and started to head out.

We stepped out into the dark, the afternoon sun had set and the cities night life was crawling out into the streets, lights lit up outside patios, rooftops had flames lit lighting tables, tinted windows were lit up showing the chandeliers that hide during the day. Ladies in fancy dresses and men in suits and flashy attire. It was in that moment I realized how wrong our relationship is, I’m in UA, I’m only 16, sure the consent age is lower then that but, I, this is morally wrong in some eyes... I could ruin Enji’s career if anyone ever found out... I felt a sense of worry fill me. No one knew, I didn’t care before. So what scares me now?

“So! What are we doing tomorrow?” I looked at Enji and Shoto as we walked, Midoriya was unintentionally hidden by Shoto.

“It’s a surprise.” Shoto answered very bluntly and I squinted at him, “Very helpful.”

“How are Fuyumi and....” I paused the name leaving me and looked down, embarrassed, thinking, his name just couldn’t be Naruto because it’s pretty close to that anyways, “Natsuo! Heh! I remembered.”

“Fuyumi messaged me, they tried a curry at an Indian restaurant near the hotel, Natsuo also now holds the title for eating a plate of the spiciest curry in under an hour.” Shoto said flashing us his phone which had a very red smiling Natsuo holding a certificate and a $200 dollar check.

“That’s... impressive.” I was impressed, but it seemed like a painful thing.

I felt my phone buzz, I answered if, “Hello?”

“Hey y/n! It’s Fuyumi, I’d you don’t mind when you get to the hotel can you stop by the hotel shop and pick up something for indigestion or upset stomach, maybe heart burn?”

“Oh,” I smiled, “Yeah, I can do that, we’re on the way back about to get in the car, the streets are empty so we should be there soon, so, I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, sorry for the burden but I feel bad for leaving Natsuo while his stomach is hurting this much.”

“Don’t worry! I’m a hero, it’s what I do.” I smiled getting into the car as we reached it.

“Still, thank you y/n.” She sounds like she was smiling, I could feel it, in that moment how much she really cared for her family. It kinda warmed my heart in a way I can’t describe.

“Alright, see you then.” I ended the call and explained everything on the way over, Enji sighed and rubbed his forehead before pinching the bridge of his knows shaking his head. I smiled, noticing the edge of his lips twitch upwards a bit before he forced it down mumbling out Natsuo’s name and something I couldn’t hear.

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nad-zeta · 4 years ago

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Game Night

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthot x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff plus mentions of Alcohol

Words: 1500+

Comments: Eeeeep and the birthday bash week continues! Hehehe I wonder who this is for hehehe ❤❤ ❤😳🥺Zeta can be sneaky tooo! 🥺😳❤🌈

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“Yahtzee!”

“Nooo! Wait! How! Gaah, next game!” you exclaimed from the leather seat opposite Arthur, sending him a death glare with crossed over arms.

“Not had enough yet, Luv? My, how you must enjoy defeat so,” the cocky words were spoken belonging to the British author who now wore a wide triumphant smile at yet another victory claimed.

Ooh, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug smirk right from his face; the only problem was Arthur Conan Doyle was a master at all games and puzzle alike— and you had absolutely no chance at winning. No matter the challenge, he would rise to the occasion and steal victory from right from beneath your nose— even if you were the goddess of luck herself, you doubted you would be able to secure victory.

“I’ll show you defeat,” you sneered, taking a sip of your whiskey mix and watching him set up the next board with hawk eyes. He must be cheating? Right? There was simply no other explanation as to how this man would be able to win at games he had never even heard of before, much less played.

Or perhaps he— “it is not luck. I assure you, my darling bird,” his blue eyes lifted to meet yours, cunning smile on his lips, cutting your thoughts short.

How did he do that? You glared at the man wearing a mix of shock and horror. Infuriating, you thought, especially when he all so amusingly seemed to chuckle at the expressions you made. “Would you believe me if I said it was magic,” he asked with enthusiasm, leaning forward with bright eyes.

Again he seemed to read your mind, answering your inner thoughts out loud. You narrowed your eyes at him apprehensively; you knew vampires existed, yes? But magic? There was no way. “Prove it,’ the words left your mouth as you found that despite the side-eye delt, you inched closer in curiosity.

“Abracadabra,” Arthur spoke the familiar words of an old friend and produced a small box from his sleeve.

“That’s not magic, you big ol cheat! That’s just a trick!” you huffed, rolling your eyes at him— but mostly at yourself for almost believing such a thing to be possible.

“Poppycock! It’s not just a trick! It’s magic! After all, how else would you explain the appearance of this magical box out of thin air,” he hummed, holding the dainty blue velvet box out towards you. With another roll of the eyes, you reached out to take the box from his hands.

“Most definitely not with science, that’s for sure,” you spoke with hints of sarcasm behind your teasing grin, fingers pulling at the ribbon atop the box. You carefully opened the lid, not entirely sure what to expect— after all, it would not be the first time you had opened a gift from the man only for it to be some or other good-natured jest.

You held the box away from you, opening it cautiously while closing one eye, the other eye barely peeking open to a squint to catch a glimpse of the box’s contents carefully.

You half expected a flurry of glitter to shoot out from the inside and puff straight into your face— you know, as a way to prove fairies existed or whatnot.

Arthur sat back in his chair with crossed legs and a fond smirk over his lips, “I do hope you like it Luv, the fairies worked awfully hard to construct it,” he quipped with a snort, only adding to your suspicion.

Finally, you opened the lid to reveal two pairs of dazzling red dice, shimmering gently, as the light from the fireplace reflected off the smooth crystal surface. You had to smile— of course, Arthur would cutely attribute the glitter within to the magical pixie dust of the fairies he loved so much.

“Now that I have passed on some of my wizard powers, highest roll starts,” he spoke, getting back into the game mode as he placed on his polka dot glasses while sending you a flirty wink.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his folded hands, waiting for you to roll the dice; only instead of rolling your new set of crimson, you mimicked his movements. No way you were going to roll first, for all you knew, these dice might be just as cursed as the previous ones.

“After you,” you spoke, sliding your new dice towards the man.

His blue eyes met yours challengingly as he picked up the dice, giving them a gentle shake in a mock roll before placing them before you once more, “ladies first’ he winked with a smug smile.

Ah, if he thought you were going to back down from the mental challenge so soon, he was sorely mistaken. You fixed him with a determined glare of your own, “Age before beauty, I insist,” you said with a wicked smile, once more pushing the dice towards him.

He rose to the challenge, letting go of an amused snort, not making any effort to move, as blue eyes met yours with a lifted chin, “Beauty before the beast,” he spoke full of confidence. No matter the game, or challenge, Arthur never liked to be bested. Be it by his friends, family or lover, losing was not an option.

“Men before hens,” you spoke again smugly, crossing your arms, leaving the dice right where they were on his side of the table. “I could do this allllll night long, dearie, so you best hurry up and roll,” you added for good measure.

With a chuckle and shake of the head, Arthur relented, swiping the dice of the table and shaking them in his hands, “very well hen, since it’s your birthday, I suppose I shall back down just this once.”

He blew on the dice, a good luck ritual of sorts, before throwing them down on the table.

The game was now afoot!

You could tell by the glimmer in his eyes he was already planning, strategising, plotting, if you will. Was this his plan all along, to go first? You shook the thought from your head, focusing your attention on the snakes and ladders board. You needed to keep your wits about you if you wanted to win this game. 50% luck, 20% skill and 30% pure divine intervention— thus, you started to pray. The stakes were high, and the reward even higher.

“Twelve,” you practically squealed out in excitement at the outcome of the first roll, looks like the prayer worked, now to keep up the momentum. Taking a swig of your drink, it was finally your turn to roll the dice.

Somewhere between the smack talk and fun, you and Arthur had upped the stakes, adding a rule to include a shot taken for each snake you were to descend down. Needless to say, you had lost count of the number of shots that had passed your lips as you were very much past well-toasted at this point.

Dimming and brightening, you struggled to keep your eyes open, determined to finish—determined to win.

“Yes! Take that, Arty, down the snake you go! Ha! Drink up sunshine,” you chanted, filling Arthur’s glass to the rim with gin while getting up to do a little premature victory dance. However, your victory celebration seemed to end all too soon, with the next roll sending your straight down the very same snake.

”For Fudge sake!” you yelled, throwing yourself back into the chair— the image of yourself flipping the table in frustration playing in your mind’s eye— bringing a smile to your lips as you took another sip.

The night continued on.

It wasn’t before long Arthur was officially declared the winner— albeit he had to announce himself the winner as you were now ‘resting your eyes’ busy fighting yet another losing battle.

“Ah, I believe I win, now for my prize,” he sang out, downing the remnants of his glass and towering over your resting form.

“You ought to be more careful, Luv. What if I were to pounce on you, honestly, bird? What am I going to do with you.”

He crouched down, sitting on his heels as he slowly reached out to gently pull his fingers through your silken hair. Suddenly you shifted, falling forward—forehead landing on his shoulder, you murmured a little, snuggling closer to his warmth before breaths softly evened out once more. “You really are quite a troublesome drunk, aren’t you, dove, “he cooed, hand moving from your hair to tenderly stroke your cheek.

In one swift motion, Arthur picked you up, “upsy daisy, there we are, now off to bed with you, my darling.” You shifted again in his arms, nose nuzzling further into the cook of his neck. He smiled down at you, blue eyes filled with nothing but pure love and affection, before carrying you off to bed.

He gently laid you down, tucking you beneath the sheets before dropping one final adoring kiss on your forehead. “Happy birthday, my darling bird,” was all he spoke in a soft whisper before extinguishing the light and tucking you in his arms, drifting off into a blissful sleep of his own.

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laymedowninsheetsoflinen · 3 years ago

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the whole point of stealing your dad’s shirts is to wear them in a way that disappoints him, actually

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i was tagged by @alienslikedmyfantasy & @deagle to create my blog’s theme with this picrew (https://picrew.me/image_maker/664785) - thanks loves! <3

so here’s mine...

@mishavacado @we-need-a-nap @cringefailgertie you guys might like this??

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10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

i was tagged by @deagle, @lokisarmyforevr, & @mishavacado thank you guys!!💓

i love so many characters so this difficult lol

The Witcher - *whispers* can i say all of the sorceresses? Yennefer! & Fringilla! <333

Doctor Who - i think it's only fair to pick a doctor & a companion, so 12 & Clara

She-Ra - Catra & Bow

Sherlock - Moriartyyyyy

Ghosts - Kitty!!!!!

Disenchantment - Luci! a demon who acts like a cat? what's not to love

Good Omens - i bloody love Aziraphale

The Dragon Prince - i like a lot, but.. Ez! he's so sweet & he cares so much

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Count Olaf for a villain, Violet for good :)

One Day At A Time - i love Elena with all of my heart <33

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accidently getting menstrual blood on your hands like: i can have a little Carrie moment - as a treat

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For the Texas Snow Storm....

Okay so I live in the UK, not the US, but I do live where we get really cold winters with weather that forces you to stay inside, so if literally anyone sees this I hope it helps.

Clothing

Layering your clothes is very important for keeping any heat in; thermals would obviously be preferable, but if you don’t have any that’s fine. Basically, you want to do different stages of clothing.

start with your underwear

next do your legs. Any sort of tights are good, or leggings - make sure you tuck these into your socks. Thin joggers might work if you’ve got looser legwear you can put on over them after.

then do your torso & arms. If you’ve got any vests then put them on, even if they’re an actual top! Then put a long sleeve top or two over this. Tuck both of these into your first layer of legwear - this helps keep the heat in.

then go back to your legs, put on your thickest legwear - doesn’t matter whether it’s a skirt of trousers or whatever; if it’s jeans, make sure they don’t get wet as this will make you go very cold very quickly. If possible, tuck your outer legwear into thick socks; if you can’t, put on the thick socks anyway.

back to your torso & arms. Layer up long-sleeved tops, t-shirts, shirts. Put on as many jumpers & hoodies as you comfortably can to keep the heat in.

you lose a lot of heat from your head. Hoods are your friend, also hats (even indoors) - layer them up.

keep your hands warm, too. Wear gloves; fingerless gloves are good, or you can layer them up.

Wear as many socks as comfortably possible, but make sure you can still move your toes (& do move them a lot) as otherwise they will go numb & this is not what you want.

keep the back of your neck warm, you lose a lot of heat from here too! Scarves & high-necked clothes are ideal for this, also the backs of hoods when they’re worn.

Keep your joints warm so that they stay moving.

Keep your fingers, toes, & other extremities warm so that they don’t go numb.

Wear plenty of layers to go to sleep, too - you don’t want to get cold in the night.

Keeping warm

Wrap yourself up in as many blankets & duvets as possible.

Keep curtains & doors closed to keep heat in the rooms.

Make makeshift draught excluders by putting sheets at the bottom of doors, you could wrap these around cushions for extra thickness.

Make sure your pets stay warm, too. I know that my cat will sleep in my bed for most of the time, which is good as it means she’s warm.

If your hands or feet do get too cold, don’t run them under hot water as it’s far too easy to accidently burn yourself; run them under lukewarm water instead.

Don’t let your pipes freeze up! It’s okay to leave a tap dripping to keep them going. (It’s better to keep your water, deciding to not waste any.)

Food & drink

Keep hydrated! It’s surprisingly easy to get dehydrated in winter, so drink liquids steadily throughout the day.

Don’t drink alcohol!! It makes you colder as it decreases your blood flow near your skin, & stops you shivering.

You can eat cold soup or beans or other tinned food that doesn’t contain meat, not as nice as warm but still filling.

You might end up eating basically snacks for meals, but you’ll be okay as long as you make sure that it’s filling.

Driving (if you have to)

Watch out for any parts of the road that shine - black ice is horrible.

See the full post

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valhahazred · 4 years ago

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Cryptid Mythos bonus! Everything that appears on this sheet is an entity reported by real people. Why no Mythos this time? Because these encounters are so strange in appearance or behavior that they could slip right into the Sothic multiverse with little to no alteration or alternative explanation. Good luck Investigators!

All Colours Sam In 1973, in the town of Sandown, 7 year old “Fay” and an unnamed friend encountered a very strange individual as they explored the fringes of a golf course. They first became aware of something weird going on when they heard a sound like an ambulance siren in the distance. Following the sound to a footbridge over a creek, the two children were confronted by a three fingered hand wearing a blue glove that beckoned them from beneath the bridge. Awaiting them was a seven foot humanoid figure wearing strange clownish clothing, seemingly reinforced with wooden slats that protruded from his sleeves and pant-legs. The figure had a book in his hands, which he immediately fumbled and dropped in the water. He splashed around cartoonishly before recovering his book, leaping out of the creek and away from the children. He moved to a small metal shed with a high-kneed hopping gait and disappeared inside. The children went to leave, only for the mysterious entity to exit again with a microphone that appeared to be the source of the wailing that drew the children in the first place. It spoke into the microphone in a friendly, non-threatening tone. “Are you still here?” The children were curious and unafraid, so they moved towards him. He held up his book and pointed at the words in order to introduce himself. “Hello and I am all colours, Sam”. They asked if he was human and he said no and when asked if he was a ghost he replied, “well, not really but I am in an odd sort of way.” The children asked what he was then and he simply said, “You know.” During their conversation with the entity they learned that although he went by Sam, he didn’t really have a name, he claimed that there were others like him and that he was afraid of humans and that he was a pacifist, refusing to harm others even if they should attack him. He invited them into his hut, where he shared some wildberries and showed them a magic trick, where he placed a berry into his ear and seemingly teleported it to his mask’s eyehole and then to his mouth with quick jerks of his head. They continued to converse for almost an hour before the children decided to leave. Was he an alien in a make-do disguise? An animated scarecrow? A figment of childish imaginations? Or just a strange homeless man dressed like a clown? Whatever the truth, All Colours Sam, also known as the Sandown Ghost Clown, was never seen again. The Crazy Critter of Bald Mountain This weird looking creature was sighted by three people in the week following a fiery object that passed over the Bald Mountain near Newaukum Lake in Washington. When the local Sheriff began an investigation into the sighting he was visited by heavily armed and uniformed men who claimed to be from the Air Force and forced him to give up the case. Old Saybrook Blockheads Mary Starr was awoken in the early morning on December 16, 1957 by a bright light shining into her bedroom. She looked out the window to witness a 30 foot cigar shaped craft hovering over her yard, less than 10 feet from her house! Inside the apparent spaceship she witnessed a pair of small creatures with fleshy skirts and clear cubic “heads” containing a floating red bulb. They raised their right arms and as a third entity appeared in the portholes the ship brightened before shooting off into the sky. Space Brains of Palos Verdes As John Hodges and Pete Rodriguez were leaving a party at two in the morning they were not expecting to meet anything from out of this world but as the car turned on its headlights illuminated two bizarre entities! The men panicked and drove away, ending the story for Rodriguez as he made it home with no complications. However, in Hodges case he next became aware of himself two and a half hours later in the driveway of his home, sitting in the car as if in a trance. Troubled by the missing time, he eventually went for hypnosis in an attempt to recover his memories of the night. While under regression he claimed that while he got his friend home safely, when he returned to his own residence the disembodied brains were waiting for him! He asked them what they wanted and suddenly he was elsewhere, in a dark room with entities that looked like the classic Greys but very tall and with webbed six fingered hands and yellow eyes. They explained that the brains were “merely translators” used in order for these beings to interface telepathically with humans. He claimed they warned him that Earth had “too much power” and showed him a map of the planet covered in lights that indicated places where humans might destroy themselves. They showed him images of dead planets and made several inaccurate prophecies before he suddenly found himself back in his car. Unlike many other abductees with similar experiences Hodges did not try to make excuses for their bunk predictions or feel like it made him important in any way. He simply assumed the aliens were untrustworthy and were playing with him. The Casa Blanca Entities This is one of the strangest and most confusing accounts of a Close Encounter of the Fifth kind, as eight children ranging from the ages of four to fifteen were terrorized by a parade of extraterrestrial monsters one summer day in 1955. It started with an array of UFOs, sun-like, disk-shaped and semi-transparent, appearing and disappearing with musical pings. Then came the entities. First was a ghostly being bearing a shiny belt buckle that was so brilliant it could blind someone looking straight at it. It was followed by disembodied arms in riveted armor that seemed to beckon to the children, small strange men that used dual ray guns to paralyze and finally a many limbed creature. All through this strange arrival something spoke to the children telepathically, offering to take them away. The kids they spoke to often seemed to be entranced, moving to the dancing UFOs mindlessly and required physical force or even being hosed down to snap them out. One child even fell off a roof in an attempt to reach a UFO, only to be protected by a red force field. The weirdest part of all is that not only did adults not see anything, they couldn’t. Despite being present for the event a mother of one of the children was unaware of the paranormal happenings. Does this mean it was all in the children’s heads, as they were overtaken by some kind of playground hysteria? Or is there some alien force that not only wants our children but can make themselves invisible to undesirable observers. The Garson Invaders In 1954 three of these insectoid entities appeared to Canadian miner Ennio La Sarza. Their appearance was already exceptional by the usual standards of reported alien contact but in a particularly striking detail their faces appeared to glow in colours La Sarza had never seen before! The beings asked La Sarza to do something for them but he refused, not only to do it but to even speak of it. It was so awful and “outright apocalyptic” that he even considered asking the RCMP to lock him up in case the creatures he’d met had some way to enforce his cooperation. The Poole Pyramid This multi-hued metallic pyramid appeared in 1965 to seven year old Terrence Druce of Poole in Dorset when he awoke to it hovering over the foot of his bed. He shrieked in terror, waking his younger brother in time for him to also witness it as it faded into thin air. That encounter might have never been recorded if the brothers hadn’t seen it again the very next day, lurking in a parking lot. They said it seemed aware of their presence and turned to watch them but it did not follow them when they decided to flee the scene. Delta Dogs An anonymous woman was driving through a snowstorm on route 07 through Syracuse in January 1958. She came across what at first seemed to be a downed plane but as she approached her engine slowly ran itself down and the car stopped itself. As she desperately tried to restart the car the snowstorm calmed and more details became apparent. Projecting out of the large object she’d thought was a plane crash was a 50 foot illuminated pole. Two strange beings rose up along the pole, floating by it as it started to retract. When the pole finished sinking into the object the creatures disappeared and the craft took off so fast she couldn’t make out where it went. The Electric Serpent of Tacoma This is easily the most unusual sighting of a sea creature that I’ve ever heard of. Seven men camping on the shore of Black Fish Bay in 1893 encountered a sea monster that appeared to be cybernetic, if not entirely biomechanical! Disturbed by a horrible noise and blinding lights the men left their camp to find a huge, hairy walrus-like animal with steaming horns, bands of coppery metal and a revolving propeller-like tail! One of the men approached it to get a better look, only to be struck by an electric blast from its copper bands and fell to the ground as if dead. When one of his friends tried to pull him to safety, he was likewise shocked by the impossible animal. The other men fled into the woods after seeing two of their number seemingly killed and the Electric Serpent seemed to lose interest and swam out into Puget Sound. Once they were sure it was gone the remaining men returned to the beach and were elated to find their friends burned and stunned but still very much alive! So what happened? Was it just one of the sadly common newspaper hoaxes of the time? Or did a bunch of 19th century fishermen find a literal fucking pokemon? You decide! Stickmen The Stickmen are an extremely recent phenomenon, with reports starting within the last 10 years or so. They are described as being stick thin and roughly humanoid, sometimes with bubble heads, glowing eyespots or even top hats. They range in size from human-like to towering in excess of 20 feet. What is most interesting about them is their apparent two dimensionality, sometimes appearing the same no matter what angle they are viewed at and sometimes being able to turn to the side and vanish as though they were never there. They are also frequently reported as being accompanied by a feeling like static electricity and of aggression or hostility. Despite those impressions the Stickmen do not appear to be hostile, instead seeming surprised and immediately retreating from a witness.

#call of cthulhu #cthulhu mythos #cryptids #eldritch #aliens #monsters #sandown ghost clown #all colours sam #The crazy critter of bald mountain #Old Saybrook Blockheads #Space Brains of Palos Verdes #The Casa Blanca Entities #The Garson Invaders #The Poole Pyramid #Delta Dogs #The Electric Serpent of Tacoma #Stickmen #my art #cryptid mythos

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whereisten · 5 years ago

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Cat and Mouse

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | more coming soon

Summary: You’re the daughter of an extremely well-known pastor. You’ve lived a quiet and sheltered life, that is until you meet and fall in lust with a gang leader they call the Grim Reaper.

Pairing: Gang Leader And Yandere!Taeyong X female reader (college student)

Chapter Genre: SMUTTT just smut in this one, with a dash of angst

Chapter Warnings: mentions of religious practices (this in no way is meant to offend followers of Christianity), profanity, toxic relationship, drug addiction themes, stalking, manipulation, corruption kink, innocence kink, female masturbation, pet names, recording of sexual act, oral sex (female), public sex, unprotected sex, sir kink, overstimulation, rough sex (spanking, hair pulling), c*eam pie, cockwarming.

Word Count: 5K

(A/N: I have NOT proofread this, forgive me, I will one day.. this is just wild Idk what else to say lmao but it’s still kinda thanksgiving and I just wanna say thank you to ALLL 1,906 followers WOOOHOOOOO!!! Your feedback and support means so much 🥺❤️ I love you guys like ALOT and I hope you have a wonderful night/day wherever you are)

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Taeyong to You: Look outside.

You glance you your left and look out through the large windows that surround your dining table.

It’s Thanksgiving. The day that your family decided to open your exorbitant house to the public to provide food to the less fortunate.

Taeyong knows this, but he also knows that he can’t exactly show up to the front door of your place and face your father. He clearly knows who Taeyong is and definitely wouldn’t invite him in.

So, in true Taeyong fashion, he decides to watch. Perched up on his motorcycle a few feet away from your window and in between the towering trees that surround your house.

You squint your eyes to try to make out the red-haired villain. He’s hidden just enough to be undetectable by anyone just scanning the area, but exposed enough for you to see him.

You give a small smile as you watch him text you.

Taeyong to You: Let me in through your window.

You look back at the table then up at the many people that filled your dining room.

It’s possible to sneak away. Sure, you were supposed to be handing out food to the needy, but you really, really wanted to see Taeyong.

“Hey, uh, Jennie..I’m gonna take a nap..I just got the worst headache.” You pout while you lean into your friend’s ear. She’s a friend from church that is the absolute sweetest and is always willing to cover for you, so you have no worries about being able to slip away discreetly.

She nods and gives you a wink.

You’re parents are chatting up with other churchgoers, so they definitely won’t notice your absence..at least not for the first 30 minutes or so.

You take your apron off and hurriedly cross the hall to the opposite end of the house where your room is. There are people everywhere, eating, laughing, watching television and just having a good time, but all too busy to notice your speed walking and preoccupied expression.

You finally make it to your room and quickly lock the door behind you before running over to the window.

You unlock it and slide it open then look to the side for Taeyong.

“Hey, baby.” He says smoothly and smiles while perched up on the small roof cover by the window.

You smile widely and chuckle.

“Well, come in, its cold out here.”

You help him inside even though he doesn’t need it, hell, he could’ve gotten in without you even unlocking your window.

He’s wearing a fitted black long sleeve and black skinny jeans with his red hair styled out of his face. He looks good but then again, he always looks good.

“Taeyong I-“ you started but he’s already latched his lips onto yours, the sound of teeth clicking against each other fills your quiet room.

Taeyong kisses you like you’re his air, like he hasn’t breathed for centuries. He’s taking everything from you, his tongue pressing against yours while your lips rest firm against his.

Taeyong wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, as if to take more than he already has. He wants you, all of you.

Your arms encompass his neck as your heads turn, allowing more access for your mouths.

You can’t help but groan as you press into him and feel his abs on yours.

He doesn’t have his lip ring in, giving you the perfect opportunity to lick over his bottom lip and bite it gently.

Your fingers massage his scalp and his hands go under your shirt, resting on the nape of your back.

He finally pulls away to look at you and there’s a dark and dangerous flint in his eyes. You should’ve been used to it by now, but it always gave you butterflies as you shiver in his hands in anticipation for what’s next. With him, you never knew what to expect, but you knew that he always made you feel new and wonderful things with your body.

“I wanna fuck you.”

Taeyong looks into your eyes, patiently waiting for you to nod, but all you can do is breathe heavily and stare at his plump and swollen red lips.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, and of course he already knows the answer, but to hear the Christian girl say it is what he needs, it’s what turns him on the most.

You lick your lips and nod.

“Yes..”

“Yes, What?” He smirks, his hand rises up to your bra and plays with the hooks in the back.

“Fuck me, Taeyong.” You finally look into his eyes and place your hands on his chest.

He chuckles and listens to the 50 maybe 80 people right outside of your door that walk about, talking and eating. All while you’re about to have sex with a gang leader.

“In front of all these people? That’s not very..good or Christian-like of you, sweetheart.”

His hand still plays with the hooks in the back while his other hand dips into your skirt, pushing past the waistband of your underwear and right onto your folds.

His mouth opens slightly as he realizes how wet you are just from the sloppy kiss you had.

“Please...Taeyong..I don’t have much time before my parents notice I’m gone.” You can barely talk as his digits start to work their way deeper, pressing into your sensitive area.

“Please? What are you begging for exactly?” He raises an eyebrow as the sweat on your forehead starts to build and your heartbeat starts to race. It’s becoming too much for you.

The low tone of his voice, the hot air on your ear, the way his fingers tease your entrance by tapping and rubbing at an unsteady pace.. you start to fall apart and this is exactly what he wants.

You fall back against his hand as he inserts one finger while still rubbing your clit with another.

You groan and look down at his being arm disappearing into your skirt.

“Taeyong—I-I’m a good girl I promise, I’ll do anything.. fuck me.. fuck me hard..please.”

Taeyong likes what he hears and chuckles, tilting his head as you look back up at him and bite your lips.

“Anything?”

You nod quickly and moan while he pushes two fingers into you, he moves them in all the way so that you can feel the cold metal of his rings right at the entrance, but you don’t mind it. It just feels good to feel something inside you.

“Oh God..Taeyong.”

That’s what he wants to be to you. He wants to be your new God, the one that deserves praise, the one that deserves all you have to offer. The one that your life will center around. And so, he will give you everything. He will make you crazy for him and him alone.

You place a hand on his broad shoulder to steady yourself as you move up and down, and rock your hips in a circle to gain more friction in your bud.

Taeyong’s hums in your ear while your eyes close and your mouth falls open. You’re standing in the middle of your room, getting off on his fingers and it’s the most beautiful sight for him.

Your head falls back and your nipples perk up through the thin fabric of your white long sleeve shirt.

“Let’s play a game, baby.” Taeyong’s husky voice only makes your more delirious as your high approaches, all you can do is nod.

His thumb is gentle on your clit while his long fingers reach the depths of your pussy every time he pushes them in. You feel so good that he could tell you you’re going to fly to space and you would agree to.

“There’s a lot of people out there...if you can stay quiet while I fuck you..I’ll reward you..” Taeyong knows you’re not the best at hiding your feelings and emotions when you are on the brink of cumming, but he wants to see if you’ll do anything for him. Are you true to your word?

You nod and a Taeyong smiles before slipping his fingers out completely.

You whine and lick your lips, hating the sudden absence.

But when you finally start to have a clear head, you think about what he said. Could you really be quiet while he made love to you?

He took your hand and turned to the bed.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

You nodded, wincing as you remembered the night he caught you masturbating to porn for the first time.

“You were touching yourself right, little mouse?”

You nodded again.

“Well, I want you to do that again, but I’ll guide you this time.”

You nodded.

He sat down in the chair across from your bed while you stood and waited for his instruction.

“Take you shirt off..slowly.” His tone low and gaze almost haunting as he watched you.

You slowly rugged at the hem of your shirt and lifted it above your head.

The cold air hit your skin as you threw the shirt onto the floor.

“Take the skirt off, now.”

You zipper your frilly skirt down and Taeyong watched as it fell to the floor. You stepped out of it and your shoes, and stood in front of him now in just your bra, g string and knee highs.

“Unhook your bra..slowly.”

You reaches around your back and did as he said, letting your perky nipples also fall victim to the frigid cold air in your room.

“Perfect. You’re perfect.”

His comment makes you smile.

“Now, lay down on the bed and touch yourself for me.”

And so you do. You push your body up on the bed and push your fingers into your underwear, attempting to replace his long fingers with your own.

It’s not the same, but some movement is better than nothing.

He sits forward and watches as your delicate fingers work their way inside you.

“I wanna see more, little mouse.”

You open up your legs a little more, but refrain from looking at him.

You look up to your ceiling and focus on your impending orgasm.

“That’s better, sweetheart.”

Taeyong is two feet away but it feels like he’s right beside you, whispering into your ear.

“What a sweet pussy you have, so good.”

You can hear him start to unzip his jeans and pull his member out.

He starts to pump himself up and down, using the precum that leaked from before to provide the perfect friciton.

“Faster. Move those pretty fingers faster.” He groans a little louder now. The sound of your fingers entering your core over and over starts to get louder as your wetness builds and its making him wild.

His eyes are focused on your soaking entrance, your sweaty and wavering legs, your fingers and the beige lace that’s covering them.

You start to move faster and know that you are close.

“Taeyong—I’m going to..” you whine quietly.

“yes, baby, cum for me but stay quiet.”

Taeyong moves his hand faster.

“Look at me.”

You look back at him and swallow hard. His shiny dick is out and hard, you want to feel it inside you, filling you up so satisfyingly. You lick your lips, prompting a question from Taeyong that he already knows the answer to.

“You want my cock, don’t you, little mouse?”

You nod without shame and try so hard to not let a peep escape. Instead you breathe heavily and bit your lips.

“Use your words or I’ll fuck it out of you.”

Taeyong snarls and his voice is gravelly, he’s close.

“Yes, Taeyong..I-“ a wave of pleasure washes over you as you cum. Your head falls back into the pillows behind you and your hand stops moving.

You grunt quietly but luckily no sound escapes. And you think you’ve played Taeyong’s game, you think you’re done with the teasing, but you’re wrong.

Taeyong lets go of his member and walks up to you quickly. He grabs both legs, pulling you further to the edge of the bed so your legs are opened wide right in front of him.

“Do you want my cock?” He raises the eyebrow with the slit and looks into you like you’re a piece of meat.

“Yes..yes-I want it, Taeyong” you’re still dizzy from your orgasm but nothing feels better than having him fuck you, so you’re ready for another one if that means he gets to be inside you.

“Well, if you want it, you gotta work for it, sweetheart, touch yourself again.”

Your eyes widen. But you swallow hard and move. You wouldn’t dare to pout and disobey him.

“Taeyong..please..I don’t have much time left before they come looking for me.” You start to work your fingers on your sensitive area again.

“I dont care, I’ll fuck you when I think you deserve it.”

Taeyong smirks and starts to pump his dick up and down again, but this time, his right in front of you, watch you writhe below him and lick your lips at the sight of his pink head and thick, veiny length.

“Pinch your nipples” he demands.

You pinch your soft skin and let out a quiet mewl at the arousal you start to build again.

Taeyong twists your other nipple with his free hand, you’re about to cry out loudly but remember that the challenge is for you to stay quiet.

Taeyong’s eyes are focused on your body below him and the way you ride your own fingers. He can’t believe you’re so beautiful as you ruin yourself. You’re on full display for him in cute knee highs as you lose your innocence once again.

He knows he can’t wait much longer but he wants to see just how far you can go.

He leans down and licks a long stripe up your abdomen, then latches onto the nipple you’re not playing with.

He groans and sucks on it hard while still fucking into his hand.

His other hand reaches behind your head and grabs a fistful if hair. He holds it tight as he is just seconds from cumming.

He pulls your head back with a harsh tug and you can’t help but yelp with a little more volume.

He looks up at you through dark eyes while still darting his warm tongue out and around your hard nipple.

He doesn’t have to say anything, the look on his face tells you you can’t do that again, you must absolutely be quiet. After all, anyone outside of your door could’ve heard that.

You’re sensitive and tears start to prick your eyes, but nonetheless, another climax approaches. Something about the way Taeyong looks at you and has a hard grip on your hair makes you lose it. This time you and Taeyong cum together.

He stands up straight and watches cum shoots out onto the perfect skin of your abdomen while you shake and ride out your own orgasm.

You remove your hand and close your legs as Taeyong releases his grip on your hair.

He quickly grabs the waist band of your soaked underwear and drags it down your legs.

He pushes them open again then kneels down at the edge of the bed. Without giving you the chance to close them again, he licks up and down your dripping folds, taking in all of your cum like he needs to to survive.

He parts your lips with his fingers then dips his tongue in, circling around to collect juices from every area.

“Taeyong!” You cry out at the feeling, you’re extremely sensitive from cumming twice already.

You try to close your shaking legs but Taeyong forces them apart with his strong arms, his hands holding firmly onto your ankles beside his head.

He stands up and quickly flips you over before slapping your ass harshly.

“What did I say, little mouse? You wanna be a good girl, right?” He growls and flips you over again, regaining his position between your legs.

He kisses your clit and dips his tongue in, circle around the entrance of your pussy.

You start to cry and your legs shake while he drives you crazy with his mouth.

You bite your lips hard to keep any moan from escaping while your grip on the sheets below you tightens.

Taeyong pushes two fingers into you, make in you push your body up the bed but he holds your waist and watches you carefully, daring you to try to escape him again.

Your eyes are locked as he licks long stripes up and down your sensitive pussy. His tongues draws circles around your bud before he pulls away to kiss it lightly. You start to feel his icey rings again.

You feel overwhelmed and your breathing is unsteady. You might just lose this game if he continues to eat you out like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have. But you really want him inside you, so you push through.

Your head falls back into the bed and your knees raise as you try a new position. Taeyong is able to push both his tongue and fingers in deeper.

You look down to see Taeyong still watching you fall apart through devilish eyes.

Everything about him was wrong, but he felt to right. He made you feel things no one else did or ever could.

“Oh my God..” your eyes start to roll as you’re about to cum, but you hear a knock on your door.

You try to push Taeyong’s head away but he digs his nails into your skin through the fabric of your knee highs.

“T-Taeyong..” you try to whisper as your face twists, you’re so close but you can’t ignore the fact that someone is at your door.

Taeyong only chuckles then goes back to flattening his tongue against your folds, then sliding it in between them while humming.

“Honey? Are you okay?” It’s your dad.

“Oh..sh-“ you start while Taeyong moves his fingers in and out faster.

“I’m fine!” You manage to get out at a high pitched tone.

“Okay, well we’re going to say an evening prayer, please join us.” Your dad states, completely unaware of the sin you’re commuting just a few feet away from him.

The devil himself is fingering you and making you feel complete ecstasy with his tongue, while your dad wants you to join him for evening prayer. Sounds comical.

“Oh—ok!” You say a little too loudly as Taeyong aggressively circles your bud with his tongue, so you quickly grab the pillow and press your face into it as you cum.

You cum hard but Taeyong doesn’t stop moving. He wants to taste everything you’ve got, to be completely filled with your sweet juices.

You scream into the pillow and tremble.

You can hear your dad start to walk away, but his foot steps stop when he hears what sounds like muffled screaming.

You close your eyes tightly and bite your lips to keep yourself from making anymore noise.

And your dad starts to walk again.

You wipe sweat from your forehead while Taeyong stands up and smirks.

He wipes your essence clean off his chin with the back of his hand.

“You’re always so delicious, you’re the only meal I’d want for thanksgiving.” He winks but all you can do is give a small smile and breathe heavily.

Your body is weak and tired and you wonder how you can possibly make it through the rest of this thanksgiving day after all this, but still, you want more. Greed is a sin, but it’s not like you haven’t been in lust this whole time.

What difference does it make?

You stare at Taeyong’s hard member poking through his jeans.

“Taeyong—I’ve been a good girl, right?” Your eyes go from his pants and to his eyes.

Your eyes are large and your expression is cute as you pout. You didn’t exactly play his game well, but Taeyong knows that it’s time.

“Yes..now get on your knees, sweetheart.”

You get up and turn around, displaying your ass and your wet legs to Taeyong as you crawl to the headboard.

Taeyong goes on the bed and kneels behind you. He places his phone under your bodies so he can watch a video later, making sure to record the way your boobs move every time he pushes into you.

He’s slow at first, carefully kneading his hands into your hips, then massaging the skin of your ass, specifically the section he slapped earlier.

“You’re so beautiful, little mouse.” He leans down and whispers into your ear.

You can feel his hard cock poke your thigh.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He asks as he coats his dick with the essence that continues to run down your leg.

You knew you weren’t ready yet, you we’re still too sensitive, yet you nodded out of greed.

Taeyong pushes into you carefully from behind, letting you adjust because he knows he wants to reach your depths.

Your delicate pussy is perfect fit for him and that’s the only way he wants it, full of him and nothing else.

You wince and shift on the bed, his girth is something you have to get used to, but once you do, he feels so good.

He pushes deeper, letting out a quiet groan while you make a small whine.

“Taeyong..I want to be a good girl for you, fuck me hard please.” You can’t wait any longer, you are chasing your third high for the evening after you’ve finally gotten what you’ve been craving.

“Yes, baby, just promise me you won’t be loud, you’re mine, right?” Taeyong watches your naked back and falls weak.

He thought of how outraged your annoying father would be if he knew he got you like this. But he also thought of how you didn’t care anymore. You only cared for Taeyong, he was the man in your life now, the man that controlled everything.

“Little mouse...be a good girl and call me ‘sir.’” Taeyong’s voice is barely above a low whisper as he leans into your ear again, pushing into and burying all of himself into you.

You gasp and nod. “Yes, sir.”

Taeyong smirks and likes the sound of that so he grabs your ass and pulls back, making sure his dick runs against your tight insides slowly as it leaves.

He watches as the tip drips in a mixture of his precum and your essence and a string slaps onto your shakey thigh.

He slaps your ass hard and grips the skin, making you jerk forward.

You close your mouth and whine quietly.

He holds his length in one hand and rubs the tip along your folds.

“What do you want me to do, princess?”

“I want you to fuck me, s-sir.” You swallowed hard, you had to do everything right, you were so close to getting what you wanted. You couldn’t afford anymore teasing.

Taeyong continues to rub along your folds, parting them so the tip teases your clit. You feel his veins on your core and shut your eyes tightly.

“Perfect.” He says as he pushes into you hard.

You yelp and move forward, the unexpected pain of his tip reaching the bottom of your stomach made you flinch.

He moves at a steady pace now, rocking his hips against your cheeks.

He grabs your hair tightly again and pushes in to you hard, your neck bending backwards and your mouth falling open.

He watches your back arch and your arms hold onto the headboard as he pounds into you from behind and really wishes he recorded the two of you from a different angle.

He bites into the glistening skin of your neck to hold back his moans, his grip on your hair still tight. His hot breath decorates your skin and the scent of his citrus shampoo fills your nostrils. The warm skin of his abs falls against your back, strangely, making you feel safe.

He starts to move faster, and smacks your ass one more time,adoring the ay it starts to change color after he hits it.

He pushes his dick into you deep, so deep you can’t help but cry out.

The sounds of skin against skin grows louder and so does Taeyong’s grunts.

He picks your upper body up by your hair and pushes you down into the bed so your ass is up and your head is down.

The new angle makes your eyes flutter shut. He feels amazing as he destroys you, making you feel raw but full.

He chuckles to

Himself as he feels you clench around him.

“Do you like that?”

“Y-yes, sir” your voice is shakey, you’re almost there, almost in bliss.

Taeyong forces himself into you so deep then picks up the phone that was right under your linked bodies.

He leans it up against the headboard so it still records him hitting it from the back, only this time it’s recording from the front-facing camera so you both see everything. And you swear to yourself, that somehow makes everything ten times hotter.

To know that he’ll watch this video later and think of you makes you happy.

Taeyong watches your fucked out expression on the phone and smirks. He loves having you so messy for him, your innocence gone, your mind and body completely filled with him, corrupted by him.

You moan loudly so to stop you he lets go of your hair and sticks two fingers into your open mouth.

“Suck.”

He watches as you open your wet eyes stained with mascara and suck on his long fingers hard while watching him on the phone. You looked like such a dirty slut, and both of you loved it.

The feeling of your tongue on his fingers reminds him of the way you swallow his dick whole and choke on it until he cums all over you.

Taeyong’s red hair sticks to his sweaty forehead and only moves when he pushes into you, but the sadistic look on his face as he watches you through the phone makes you so wet.

“Play with your pretty clit for me, sweetheart.”

He pants as he gets closer.

You start to rub circles into your clit while he continued to grind into your entire body and move it against the bed.

“I want us to cum..together. I want you to get so full of my cum..Do you want me to fill you up?” Taeyong’s grip on your ass is so tight, you know there will be bruises. As for your pussy, he’s stretching you out with every push, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to walk to evening prayer. He takes his fingers out so you can talk.

“Yes..sir.”

“Tell God you want me to fill you up, pray to him right now.” Taeyong is grunting and groaning as his husky voice echoes in your ear.

He pushed harder, so hard that the headboard starts to hit the wall.

He knows people could hear this, that people would know what this meant, but he didn’t give a damn.

Your velvety walls fit him like a glove and he couldn’t wait to cum all over them.

You massage your breast with your other hand, and do as Taeyong says.

“Dear..G-God, please—Taeyong!”

Your third orgasm crashes over you while Taeyong also cums.

He holds your waist and releases deep into you, making you shake under him.

He pushes a few more times then pulls out and watches your whole leak.

He flips you over to watch your face and your chest shining beautifully with sweat.

He quickly uses his tip to gather what has escaped and pushes it back into you, while you whine quietly.

Taeyong starts to pull out but you hold his arms and lean forward to stop him.

“Don’t leave.” You look into his eyes and beg. You’re tired of him always leaving you after you fuck. If he’s your boyfriend, then you might as well spend more time together.

He sighs and looks away, knowing that your eyes always make him weak, a feeling he didn’t like.

“Don’t you have evening prayer or something?” Taeyong looks down at the apex of your open legs where his member still lies inside you.

“You know you’re a Christian right?” He teases you.

“I’ll text my dad that I don’t feel well. It’s not like I can go out there looking like this anyway.” You both chuckled.

“It’ll just be you and me tonight..please.”

And that’s what he wanted. He wanted to replace everything your life. He wanted your addiction to him, something he only dreamed of, to come to life. And slowly, it was happening.

“Stay..inside me, I want to feel you.” You shocked yourself at how blunt you were being, but it was the truth. He was all you could think about and he felt so good, you didn’t want him to go.

Taeyong liked the idea of cockwarming so he agreed. To be honest, he didn’t really care about your feelings of “love” towards him, he just wanted your obsession.

This was just another deal for him, a game he had to win.

So he laid down and brought your leg up around his waist so you could both cuddle and sleep comfortably while he stayed inside your warm flower.

Taeyong watched as you drifted off into sleep quickly. He used your body like a toy tonight so he understood that you were beyond tired.

There’s a strange feeling in his chest that grows as he watches and he can’t explain it. Could he really be falling for you? Could he be losing his own game of cat and mouse

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Red Curtain (Bang Yongguk/Smut)

A/N: The smut isn’t really the focus point on this one. It’s more about the build up and the feelings around it all. I really hope you guys enjoy and please leave feedback.

tags: Burlesque, glittery costumes, Yongguk in a suit, Piano player! Yongguk, fist fights (vague), some old school 50′s romantic stuff, a day on the town and some sweet sweet love making

Word count: 8385 words (my too much gene happened)

His hand came up to adjust the cuff of his shirt sleeve, a small smile playing on his lips as he did so. Yongguk entered the club fearlessly and revelled in the sound of heavy bass filling his ears. He felt good.

It wasn’t often he got to indulge in evenings like this, being a hard worker he tended to just go home after a long day at work. But tonight he was feeling energetic and decided to treat himself to a show. The show his work buddies couldn’t seem to shut up about and he wanted to see for himself.

“Burlesque.” The word sounded funny in his mouth. It wasn’t a word he had ever really heard before, yet it seemed to be so incredibly popular. The club was full, men and women sitting and staring at the stage waiting for the next performance. Yongguk had no idea what to expect as he entered, but he was excited none the less.

Brushing past a waitress dressed in a corset, suspenders, thigh high stockings and high heels, he smiled at her gently. He was starting to feel a bit out of place and awkward. She was very pretty and when he took a look around to the other’s, he could see every woman there was beautiful. It was paradise on earth.

The club was filled with rich reds, heavy curtains keeping the stage hidden from the world before show time. The soft scent of perfume and alcohol filled the room and there was a soft chatter mixed with laughter. Groups of men with cigar’s sat at their tables close to the stage, waiting for the show to start. The band was sat in the corner of the stage playing a lively tune as an interlude to the rest of the evening’s events.

“Are you going to have a seat handsome?” The waitress returned to Yongguk and he felt a blush set on his cheeks. “Oh, yes here is fine.” He stuttered and she smiled at him, it was so obvious he was knew. The new ones always sat furthest away from the stage, not knowing what to expect. “Can I get you a drink?” She asked, leaning down to his level and Yongguk couldn’t help but swallow thickly at the close proximity of her cleavage. “Whiskey, please.” He said and she smiled, knowing the effect she had on men. All the woman here knew that they had that effect.

You especially knew you had that effect. Looking at yourself, you touched up your lipstick and added a little more powder to your nose. Intense smokey eyes, soft pink cheeks and red lips, the show was almost ready to start.

Slipping your satin robe off of your shoulder’s, the stage help moved to put your costume on and pulled the strings of your corset tightly. Watching as your waist cinched you couldn’t help but smile as you felt a rush of adrenaline course through your body. This was what you lived for.

You rolled your stockings over your legs, clipping them to the suspenders and you pulled your heels on. You were ready and you were excited to get back out there. Loving your job made work easier and your job made you feel incredibly special.

Yongguk tapped his fingers against the table in anticipation, the lights in the room had gone dim. He felt nervous listening to the drum roll as a spotlight shined on the red curtains. They opened with a dramatic trumpet sound filling the room and the watchers clapped.

The curtains pulled back to reveal two girls, each holding large feathered fans that were white and red. Yongguk could see that they were hiding someone, presumably the star of the show from the way the others looked at the stage anticipation. The girls holding the fans shook them along to the beat of the music before on lifted the top fan away, uncovering the face of possibly the most beautiful person Yongguk had ever seen.

You cheekily winked at the crowd as the fan lifted away from your face and made a surprised face as the fan closest to the ground lifted away, revealing your heel covered feet. Yongguk wasn’t nervous anymore, no he was intrigued. He leaned forward slightly, almost as if he wanted to get closer to the stage as the other fans lifted away from you completely. You were wearing a black sheer dressing gown, that fell down to the floor, embellished with red feathers on the ends of the sleeves and the lining of it.

You waved at the crowd cheekily, greeting the familiars in the club before waltzing your way over to the band on the other end of the stage. Yongguk was absolutely amazed watching you, smiling at your little gestures and feigned innocence as you acted for the crowd. You were absolutely captivating and he was starting to understand what the buzz was about.

He watched as you worked through your dance, swinging your hips to the music seductively and smiling as your fingers moved to the little silk belt holding your dressing gown together. You undid it slowly, not taking your eyes off the audience even once before revealling your glittering corset.

Yongguk was absolutely amazed, the way you revealed yourself with such confidence and the way you looked. The corset was red satin with black boning, little diamonds embellishing it and catching the stage lights. Your panties matched, red satin and black lace leaving very little to the imagination. A simple black garter belt held your stockings up and your heels were red, all very cohesive and all of his favorite colors.

The dressing gown slipped off of your shoulders and onto the ground and you winked before walking away from the band, back to center stage. Your back faced the audience and you shook your bum a little before going through your routine and slowly your corset came off.

Smiling softly, he propped his elbow up on the table watching as you moved to undo your corset. It almost felt like when you looked at the crowd you were making eye contact with him. Of course Yongguk knew that, that was insane but he admired the fact that you could make people feel that way. You threw the corset to the side, your chest now only being covered by a thin, black lace bra and you shook your chest slightly. Afterall, burlesque had some comedy to it. You smiled as the crowd laughed slightly. You lived to entertain.

To say that Yongguk was sad your performance ended was an understatement. You were his introduction to burlesque and he had seemingly fallen in love with you at first sight. Even though your performance was over, he stayed. He stayed and watched the other performances. They were all good as well, but you had stayed in his mind. Imprinted in the best way.

The final performance had ended and it felt like the evening only lasted 20 minutes in total, with how much he was enjoying himself. But in reality he had spent almost his whole night there. Looking at his watch and noticing it was 3 a.m and the club was closing.

“Have a good time handsome?” The waitress who had been serving him the entire night asked. “Oh, yeah I did.” She smiled softly at his answer and took his empty glass. “You’re a first timer. I can tell. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” She said and he turned pink. “Make sure you come back.” She added and he simply nodded, heading for the door. “I will.” He said shortly, smiling at her before leaving the club.

You yawned as you slipped your coat on, rubbing your eyes slightly as you pulled your regular shoes on. These heels were significantly shorter and your regular clothing was significantly less extravagent and sparkly. But you managed to keep your personality shining through, even with your shin length pencil skirt and oxford heels.

“Girls, I’ll be heading home now.” You told the other girls in the dressing room who were taking their makeup off and getting ready to leave. With a choir of “Bye’s” and “See you later’s” you exited through the back door. You were greeted with the semi dark alley that you left through every work day. Moving to close your coat, you felt a hand on your hip and you jumped back in surprise.

“You were on stage earlier tonight.” The voice said and you turned to look at your agressor. He looked greasy, hair hanging over his eyes and breath reeking of alcohol. “Yes I was.” You smiled politely, just praying that your kindness would be enough to get the man to leave you be. He huffed, looking you up and down and disappointment was very visable on his face. “I should’ve known you’d be disappointing up close.�� He said and his other hand came up, cupping your cheek. You cringed, his dirty hands touching your face was more than you could handle. “Please leave me alone.” You said, trying to move away from his touch and leave.

However, his hand came up and grabbed your arm. You were now pressed against the brick wall of the club and had nowhere to escape too. “You pretty things on stage are never what you say you are.” You couldn’t tell if he was angry and going to hurt you or just trying to scare you. But his face got really close to yours and his hands held you in place, you had no place to go once again. As his face got closer and closer, you closed your eyes not wanting to have any more visuals to this experience. Only to feel him getting ripped off of you and pushed to the concrete.

Your eyes flew open, confused as to what happened. Your agressor was now sprawled out on the ground, too drunk to stand back up after the forcefull blow he had received. You looked at the man standing over him, who had his fists clenched and one strand of his slicked back hair had fallen into his face.

“I hate cowards who sneak up on women and drink themselves to death.” His voice was incredibly deep, surprising you greatly as you stood still against the brick wall. The drunk finally pushed himself onto his feet and managed to scramble away, running as fast as he could. A coward indeed.

Your saviour looked at you, warm dark eyes scanning you over as you stood frozen. “He didn’t hurt you did he?” He asked and you shook your head no. He looked familiar, like you had seen him in the club that night. “Thank you.” Your voice was small and shakier than you cared to admit. “It’s no problem really.” Yongguk said and smiled, he would have done this for any woman, not just you. But the fact that he had helped you out made him feel even better.

You looked just as beautiful as you did on stage, even in your regular clothes and no makeup. Some stray glitter was scattered over your face, but it added a certain appeal in his opinion.

Yongguk stood up straight, adjusting his clothes slightly before nodding. “I’ll be going then. Please stay safe.” He said and moved to walk back down the exit of the alley. “Wait!” You called after him, scrambling to walk beside him. “Can I get your name and maybe buy you breakfast?” You asked, a small hopefull smile in your face. You wanted him to say yes, you wanted to thank him.

Yongguk stopped and turned to look at you. However he had to look away quickly, feeling shy under your gaze. “Uhm, my name’s Yongguk and yes you can buy me breakfast.” He said softly and finally locked eyes with you. “It’s nice to meet you, Yongguk.” You said and stuck your hand out for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but look Yongguk over as you sat across from eachother in the diner. He was incredibly handsome. Warm eyes, attractive face and an incredibly deep voice. He was wearing a simple suit, showing that he was a working man and had slight bags under his eyes. But none of these features stifled how attractive he was, especially as he drank his coffee slowly.

It’s was 4 a.m and your local diner was serving breakfast for the early bird workers. It was a place you often came after work for a nice cup of coffee before heading home. Today wasn’t any different, only now you had a guest.

“You look familiar.” You said and he looked at you with wide eyes. He cleared his throat and wiped his lips with his napkin before replying. “I was at the club last night, I was leaving when I spotted what was happening in the alley.” His words surprised you, you had never seen him at the club before. You grabbed your own mug, taking a sip of your coffee gingerly because it was too hot and maybe because you wanted to leave a good impression on him.

“I’d never been there before.” Yongguk started, not looking at you again. His ears and cheeks were tinted pink in embarrassment as he spoke. “But you were my favorite performer tonight. Not just to be shameless.” He said and you couldn’t help but blush yourself. Sure, you had been complimented on your performances outside of the club. However this seemed so genuine.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” You said softly with a little laugh. Yongguk noticed his compliment flustered you and he thought it was cute as your cheeks turned pink. The waitress came by and placed your food infront of you and smiled greatfully. You never realised how hungry you were after work until food was placed in front of you.

“Now, I’m probably going to shatter that lovely image you have of me on stage here. But I am absolutely starving so I am not going to hold back.” You said and listened as his laugh filled your ears. In that moment, you decided that his laugh might have been the best you had ever heard.

“Please enjoy your food. You worked hard last night.” He said and you smiled before digging into your eggs. Yongguk watched before starting to eat himself. You had seemed so unreal the night before. As if you were almost a figment of his imagination, yet here you were, sharing a breakfast with him.

“So it seems you know a little bit about me. Tell me about yourself, what do you do? What are your passions?” You asked, genuinely interested in him. This meeting was unconventional but it made you seem almost more relaxed with him. “interesting choice in questions.” Yongguk stated and you smiled cheekily. You propped your head up on your hand and looked at him intently. “I’m curious about you.” You told him and meaning it completely.

He didn’t know how to respond at first, but mentally cursed his cheeks and ears for giving his emotions away. He was also confused as to why you were curious about him, in his own eyes he seemed horribly average.

“I work in an office. A 9 to 5 job, every week day.” Yongguk said, trying to hide the hatred for his work. It was never something he wanted to do, but it was the encouraged choice. “Ah, but your work is not what you’re passionate about.” You stated, taking a bite of your toast. It was quite evident in his voice that his job was simply a way to make money. “You’re right. It’s not. But I work hard. I’m steady, sometimes that’s better than exploring your passions.” He said and he sounded unhappy. You frowned, allowing your hand to reach out to his. “Stability is nice. But happiness is even better. What brings you joy?” You wanted to provide comfort for him.

“I like music.” Yongguk confessed softly, looking at your hand that was on his. “I love music. I love playing the piano.” You couldn’t hide your smile at all as it stretched over your face. You grabbed his hand and examined his fingers. “These seem like piano playing fingers.” You commented, running your own fingers over his skin. “They seem like skilled piano playing fingers.” You corrected, listening to his stifled laughter. You looked up from his hand and into his eyes. “I’d love to hear you play.” You told him and released his hand. He felt like he was back in school, staring at that girl he used to like. He felt giddy.

The rest of your breakfast was pretty silent, general small talk and light laughter. Yongguk found himself absentmindedly looking at you, you seemed to bring your elegance and quirkiness that you had on stage with you everywhere you went. He could tell you loved your job and he couldn’t help but wonder what that was like.

You exited the diner together and the city was now waking up. It was 5 in the morning and as tired as you were before, you felt full of life again. Yongguk was a breath of fresh air to you.

“Thank you again for helping me out.” You told him, smiling softly. You didn’t really want this to end, you were having a good time. “It’s really not a big deal. any decent person would have. Thank you for breakfast.” He thanked you, bowing slightly. That was when you had a thought that made you smile a little brighter.

“Do you have some more time?” You sounded eager, a little more eager than you would have liked. But it had been a while since you had had the company of anyone outside of work in a while and this was just really nice.

He froze for a moment, thinking about the fact that he hadn’t gotten any sleep. However Yongguk realised he had fallen into a pattern a weekly pattern, a monthly pattern even. Today was as good of a day as any to break that pattern in his opinion.

“I have all the time in the world.” He smiled at you and you felt butterflies in your stomach. “Good. I want to show you something.” You said and grabbed his hand. He felt his heart pounding in his chest at the sudden contact, completely flustered and nervous. “What do you want to show me?” He asked, walking with you as you pulled him along. “A place to think. A place to take a deep breath.” You simply responded, not wanting to give away too much. Your mother always told you men liked a woman with an air of mystery to them. However your mother also always said that you shouldn’t take your clothes off on a stage.

Picking and choosing between your mothers’ advice was a talent of yours.

With every step you both took it seemed like the world was waking up a little more. You dodged cars as you crossed the street, waved to people you recognized and held Yongguk’s hand tightly as you pulled him towards your safe spot.

“Okay now just climb up here.” You said and looped around the back of a tall building. Yongguk was confused, quiet as you let his hand go climb up a fire escape. He could tell you were close to the harbor, the sounds of freighter ships and water being incredibly loud. “I’m-” He was going to say confused before you started laughing and pushing your hair out of your face. The action itself was simple, but just so attractive in his eyes. “I realise I sound crazy. But trust me. It’s the best view in the city... or maybe just my favorite view in the city.” You corrected yourself and noticed Yongguk just looking at you.

“If it’s your favorite view in the city, it must be the best. Let’s go.” His words were warm and comforting, making you feel all warm and mushy inside. You watched him as he started climbing up the fire escape, going first because you were wearing a skirt and even though he had seen you in lingerie before, you still had modesty.

You both reached the top, Yongguk helping you up onto the roof by lending you a hand. His other hand held your waist carefully to steady you and for a split second, or what seemed like a split second, your eyes were locked. You pulled away, swallowing thickly. Many men had approached you, especially men who came to the club. However Yongguk was different. He was shy and he was considerate and not as straightforward. It had a much better appeal than others.

“So this is the best view in the city.” Yongguk said and looked out at the water. You couldn’t help but blush, this was your spot and you had now exposed it to criticism. Yongguk placed his hands into his pockets as he stared out. The sun light reflected off the waves and big ships were on the horizon.

“The ships, remind me of people.” You started, moving to stand next to Yongguk and stare out over the water. “They have a schedule. They travel hours to do their jobs and then they go back, or where ever they are ordered to go. They make less noise than people though.” You said with a little laugh at your explanation. Yongguk understood what you meant, however poorly expressed it was. “I’m sorry that makes no sense.” You quickly said when your words were met with silence.

“No, I understand. Even with the colorfull explanation.” He laughed before pausing again. “It seems like you like your job.” He commented with a carefull tone. “I do. I love my job. But you can’t help but wonder about other career choices. After all beauty fades.” Your words came off sadder then you intended and you kicked your heel against the ground.

“No beauty doesn’t fade. Especially not a beauty like yours. Your personality is half the charm.” Yongguk said and you laughed. You knew it was just a poor choice of words and you could take a joke. “Are you saying I’m not visually beautiful?” You asked through laughs. Yongguk’s eyes went wide with panic and he frantically tried to think of what to say, stuttering a few syllables. “Calm down, sir. I’m only joking.” You said, looking away from him and out to the ships again.

Yongguk sighed in relief, starting to laugh a little himself. He hadn’t flirted with someone in a while, it seemed he had lost his way with words.

Leaning slightly, you nudged him to get his attention. “Thank you.” You looked at him, your eyes glittering as the sun caught them. “I’m glad you understood what I meant. I saw you tonight for the first time ever. Your personality carries into your everyday life. Even if I never see you again after today, I know I’ll remember you.” His words almost made you tear up. Being memorable wasn’t something you ever truly strived for, but it meant a lot that someone you had just met saw something in you.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You joked, trying to hide just how deep his words hit you, in a positive way. “Actually this is the longest I have been with one in a long time.” Yongguk was embarrassed but he felt the need to be honest with you.

It seemed the roles had changed and now Yongguk grabbed your hand. “My turn to show you something.” He said and pulled you along.

The city was fully awake now, the sidewalk alot harder to maneuver but you and Yongguk managed. His hand never let go of you once, but he still clearly lead the way and cleared the path for you to make it through easily. It was a simple gesture, but a sweet one none the less.

So now you both stood in the train station. “Now, now, now. I just met you sir. I don’t think I’m ready to go away with you.” Yongguk laughed at your joke, his fingers lacing with yours. “No, this is what I wanted to show you.” He gestured to the people waiting on the platforms, the people buying their tickets and people running to catch their trains.

“I like coming here when I need to think. Like you with your ships. These people are all on schedule to do things and come back. Almost everyone experiences the same things in life, yet the stories are always different. It’s nice to think I’m not the only one who feels this way.” Yongguk explained and you felt your heart lurch forward.

Never in your whole life had you made a connection this deep with someone so quickly and Yongguk felt the same.

“Yongguk.” Your voice was soft as you said his name. You continued to look at the people as he hummed in response. “You need to stop making me fall in love so fast. I think it’s giving me whiplash.” You admitted and a pitifull sight caught your eyes.

His chest tightened with an overwhelming feeling and a wave of emotions. Turning to look at you, he noticed your attention was on a couple in the station. The girl’s luggage was in her hand as she held her lover close. Tears streaming down her face as they said goodbye to eachother.

“It’s sad, I wonder if she’s leaving for good.” Yongguk thought out loud and you smiled softly. “It’s always sad seeing love being pulled apart.” You squeezed his hand softly. “But being pulled apart at least means they got together in the first place.” You were adding on to eachother’s sentences and you felt like a school girl with her crush.

The sound of piano filling the station distracted you from your thoughts and you turned your head to look at the source. In the corner of the station, a man sat at a piano to entertain the people waiting.

“Seems like I’ll be hearing you play sooner than I thought.” You said and Yongguk looked at you with a raised brow. “What?” He asked and you ignored his question, walking off into the direction of the piano.

Yongguk stood frozen as he watched you walk away and towards the pianist. You tapped the man’s shoulder and the music stopped as he looked at you. You were talking, a beautiful smile over your face as you gestured to Yongguk. The pianist nodded and stood up from his bench and you smiled even brighter. Making eye contact with Yongguk, you gestured for him to come over.

He felt a big wave of nerves as he approached the piano, knowing you meant for him to play. “You’re crazy, you know.” He told you before bowing and saying hello to the pianist. “So I’ve been told. Now sit and play. Blow me away.” You said and pushed him towards the bench. Yongguk took a deep breath as he sat, not only would he now be playing for you but for a train station filled with people.

He had made the choice that today would be great day to break pattern, boy had he under estimated how much he would actually be breaking his pattern.

You sat down next to him on the bench, shoulders touching and your leg touching his. You were watching his finger’s intently as they decided what to play and you couldn’t help but admire his hands. It felt like your brain went into the gutter as you did so, imagining his hands touching your skin. But thankfully, the notes that started playing snapped you out of your thoughts.

His touches on the key were light, yet they created a beautiful tune. It was a light and airy song, something different than the heavy songs that were playing in the club all the time.

You simply watched as his fingers danced over the keys and you leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder. Yongguk was a blushing mess before this but this really elevated it all. But he felt good, he hadn’t played for people in a long time, but it was so nice to him. He wanted to do this forever, he was passionate about it.

He continued to play, people now standing to watch the pianist. Not a large group but enough to make you smile at the small gesture of appreciation. Yongguk however refused to look up from the keys, in the fear that he would mess up before his song was over. Turning your head, you watch his face. Concentration was all over it but there was a small smile playing on his lips. He was enjoying this.

He finished and you lifted your head from his shoulder with a proud smile. The people watching clapped lightly and he felt his cheeks turn beet red.

“That was beautiful. It seemed like you enjoyed it too. I know I did.” You said, eyes staring into his. Now Yongguk was going through a mental debate. He was so happy could kiss you and your lips were so horribly inviting. But it was so soon, he had just met you.

Your faces were close and his breath fanned over your lips. “I- I’m really glad I went to your show last night.” Yongguk said and you nodded. “I’m glad too.” You said and stood up from the bench. Thanking the pianist, you left with Yongguk in tow.

No that the moment was over, Yongguk felt silly for not taking the chance. Especially seeing you walk in front of him, he was wondering what was next because now, now he was in and he didn’t want this day to end.

Yongguk grabbed your hand, making you turn around and collide with his chest. “Hello.” You said in surprise as your free hand pressed against his chest to brace yourself. “I’m breaking my pattern today.” Yongguk started, words shaking slightly as his eyes flickered down to your lips. “Okay.” You responded softly and waited for him to finish what he was saying. His eyes flickered down to your lips again and you caught on. “If you want to kiss me, you don’t have to ask.” You smiled, your hand slowly moving up his chest to wrap your arm around his neck. His eyes widened at your words and how you seemingly managed to read his mind.

Leaning forward, his lips met yours and you smiled against him. How this felt so right confused you, but sometimes things just don’t make sense and this was one of them.

Your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck as your lips moved against his. His hand released yours and moved to wrap around your waist and pull you against him tighter. This felt so right and Yongguk was regretting nothing about his day. Even though it was a very long one.

Humming against his lips, you pulled away and took a deep breath. It really was like a scene in a movie to those who didn’t know what was going on. Even for you, it felt unreal. Especially when he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Why am I so comfortable with you?” He asked, feeling so utterly confused at his emotions. “I don’t know but I feel the same way.” Your hand moved again as you spoke, now caressing his cheek lightly and moving to his lips. You ran your thumb over them and bit your bottom lip slightly. This man was singlehandedly the most attractive man you had ever come across, not only physically but intellectually.

Watching you bite your bottom lip brought him back to seeing you on stage. Only this was better, this wasn’t a show, this was all for him.

Leaning forward, you burried your face into his chest. There was comfortable silence surrounding you both even though you were in a highly crowded train station. As you inhaled his scent, the mix of coffee and whiskey from the night before, you realised how tired you were. Feeling so safe and comfortable allowed your body to relax and exhaustion was setting in. However the yawn you felt bubbling up stressed you out, you didn’t want to think you were tired of him.

As you yawned, Yongguk laughed and looked at you. “It’s been a long day for you too hasn’t it?” He asked, no judgement in his voice and no assumptions about your feelings. “Yeah it has, I’m really sorry. I’m having such a good time.” You said and pecked his lips again, maybe to prove a point but also because you wanted too. “The good time doesn’t have to end. I live nearby, if you would like to lay down... I realise how straight forward this is.” Yongguk rambled making you giggle. It was straight forward and you understood he didn’t mean any harm to it.

“Yeah it is straightforward. But you’ve seen me in lingerie. It doesn’t get much more straight forward than that.” Yongguk instantly turned pink at your words and you stifled a laugh. You weren’t wrong and he knew that. Grabbing your hand, he remained silent as he tugged you towards the exit and the laughter you were holding in escaped you.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he lived nearby. Only really needing to turn a few street corners before reaching his apartment building. Yongguk seemed humble of his home. It was a small apartment on the third floor of a grungey brick building but you admired it. It was simple and it suited him. You yourself didn’t live large either, being an entertainer didn’t make you as much as you would have liked. Your apartment looked quite similar to this, maybe a bit more color around but the size was similar. It was homey none the less.

Yongguk had hardly looked up from the floor since you entered his home, he was debating why he suggested this in the first place. His home was small and he considered you to be quite glamorous and thought your home would be incredibly extravagent.

“Your apartment looks a lot like mine.” You said and looked around with a smile. Yongguk finally looked up, surprised at you words and now feeling a lot more comfortable. “Let me take your coat.” He quickly said and realised he had lost his manners a little. “Oh, thank you.” You said as he stood behind you, slipping your jacket off of your shoulders. The action was simple, but so undeniably sexy to him and when you ran your fingers through your hair after, he couldn’t help but swallow thickly.

Your heels clicked on the floor as you took a step forward, adjusting your blouse and pencil skirt. You weren’t nervous and you weren’t as tired as you were not half an hour ago. Possibly you got your second wind, or when you turned and saw Yongguk rolling his button up’s sleeves something inside of you gave you new energy.

“I can make some coffee if you want, or if you want to lay down you can.” He said softly, walking towards you. He was sweet, that was for sure. Once he was in arms length, you took his shirt between your fingers and pulled him even closer. Then you noticed the tattoo on his lower arm, tattoos weren’t a common thing and this made him even more special.

Allowing your fingers to trace over the lines, your other arm wrapped around the back of his neck. Yongguk was just watching you, fascinated with the way you were fascinated by him. “Do you have anymore?” You asked, finally looking up and in his eyes. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip before he nodded. “A few.” He said, eyes not leaving yours. He was so intriguing to you, and the sexual tension had grown instantaneously.

Yongguk’s lips found yours, alot needier than before and it caught you off guard. But you definitely didn’t mind, your hands moving up his body and tangling into his hair. His hands held your waist, tugging you closer to him to feel your chest press against his. The action was confident and it made you moan against his lips. His grip on your waist tightened as he was trying to decide if he could let his hands roam your body, still not incredibly sure how far this was going to go.

Your tongue swiped over his bottom lip and you tugged his hair slightly. His breath hitched in his throat in reaction, causing a low groan to escape him. The sound instantly fueled the heat that was forming between your legs and you decided, you wanted to hear that sound again.

Moving your lips down to his jaw, his hold on your waist tightened further as he sighed. “I want to see them.” You started, kissing his jaw lightly. “Your other tattoos.” You added on and he moaned as you nipped his skin lightly.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath, grabbing your hand and tugging you further into his home. You stumbled lightly as he did so and pulled you into his bedroom.

His kiss was even more unexpected now, catching you by surprise and moving you back against his wall. Yongguk felt addicted to the feeling of your lips on his, it was like they were made for him and he couldn’t get enough. Your kisses were sloppy, teeth clashing slightly and so horribly intoxicating.

Your hands moved to the collar of his shirt, fumbling with his tie and trying to get it undone. Laughing as you couldn’t manage to do it without looking. Yongguk pulled his lips away from yours and you could focus on the work your fingers were doing. He smiled, the action being incredibly sweet and clumsy and it was such a nice contrast to the hot and heavy.

“Darn things.” You said as you finally got it loose, tossing it to the side. You sighed in relief and he started laughing, finding the whole thing horribly endearing. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you moved towards his bed and looked back at him with a coy smile.

This was different than how teasing happened on stage. Burlesque was all about the show never more than that.

His hand came around to your front, resting just under your breast as his palm flattened against the fabric of your shirt. Your back now pressing to his chest and his other hand moved your hair to the side. Yongguk leaned down, kissing the side of your neck and taking his time to make a mark. Generally your job wouldn’t have allowed the marks but you had never had a problem following this rule. Breaking the rules was good every once in a while, especially when it felt so right.

Your hand moved to his own that was on your torso. Grabbing it, you moved it up and allowed him to cup your breast. Yongguk moaned into your neck and he massaged your breast lightly. His lips moved to your ear and goosebumps covered your skin. “Do you have any tattoos for me to find?” He asked, his fingers moving to the buttons of your blouse. His fingers were notably more nimble than yours as he undid them all swiftly, untucking your shirt from your skirt. Pianist fingers most definitely.

His hands started exploring the new skin, revelling how soft it was between his rough fingers. You sighed in enjoyment, your head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. “Yongguk-” You sighed, feeling his finger tips graze over your nipples.

Not being able to handle it anymore, you turned in his arms and slipped your blouse off of your shoulders and onto the floor. Yongguk thought you were even more beautiful like this. Your underwear wasn’t extravagent like your stage outfit, simple white bra covering your chest. Yongguk hummed in approval at the sight of you up close.

You reached the last buttons, smiling at the large chest tattoo you had revealed. “This is beautiful.” You said softly, tracing your fingers over the intricate design. Yongguk could feel goosebumps coating his skin especially as you pushed the clothing off of his shoulders. You smiled up at him before capturing his lips for another kiss.

His hands made quick work of your bra as you kissed, not wanting to waste any more time and wanting to explore your body as much as he could. After your bra, your skirt soon followed and fell to the floor. It left you almost completely bare to him.

But you weren’t uncomfortable or shy or feeling odd at all. You had met this man today and you weren’t scared of a thing.

“I was hoping to find a tattoo.” He said and you held back a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you.” You said and let out a small squeal as he pushed you back onto the bed. “You haven’t disappointed me this far. I’ll let this slide.” He joked while crawling over you. “What a relief.” You responded, enjoying how light hearted this whole situation was.

He settled inbetween your legs and started leaving open mouthed kisses over your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging and moving him where you wanted him. Yongguk didn’t mind at all, he loved that you weren’t afraid to direct him where you wanted him.

The trail of kisses lead to your nipple and he wrapped his lips around the nub gentley. He was listening intently to your sighs and his fingers danced over your stomach, gradually going lower and lower. Tracing over the lace of your panties, he moved them to the side. You were practically shivering with anticipation at his actions, your grip on his hair tightening.

His index finger swiped over your slit, teasing you a little. After all teasing was half the fun. Your breaths were shaky and even more so as he slowly slipped a finger into you, curling it antagonizingly slow. You were starting to get frustrated and Yongguk could tell, his eyes being trained on your expressions.

“You’re impatient.” He commented and placed a kiss on your skin. “Only a little.” You said, stopping your comment with a gasp as he added another finger. “I’m used to getting what I want.” You finished, pulling his lips up to yours. The pace of his fingers gradually increased, leaving you tetering on the edge.

Yongguk’s lips teased you, lightly grazing over your jaw as your sounds progressed. He didn’t want to stifle any of them, he was enjoying them far too much. He was also enjoying the feeling of you tightening around his fingers. You gripped the sheets with your other hand, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. It was so intense, making your toes curls and your breath get caught in your throat as you were thrown over the edge. He simply watched, curling his fingers to ride it all out and to prolong this beautiful sight.

Your legs closed on instinct and your curled into Yongguk. He was smiling petting your hair as you came down from your high. You moved your hand, palming him through his pants and feeling the need to return the favor. He helped you push the clothing down his legs, taking his underwear with it. You bit your lip at the sight of him laying proud against his stomach, before reaching for his cock.

You stroked him softly as you laced kisses over his chest tattoo, running your lips over the flesh. Moving to his neck, you paused and looked at him. His eyes were shut, long eyelashes seemingly stretching for miles and soft sighs came out of his mouth. “Can I leave marks?” You asked, kissing his neck lightly, You didn’t want to possibly get him in trouble. “Yes please.” He said, the words coming out more as a beg as your hand picked up speed.

Smiling, you got to work adding your own personal artwork to his body. Moving all around his neck, small purple marks started to bloom. You might have been overly proud but he really did look like a piece of art in your eyes.

Your thumb swiped over his slit, making a small growl almost leave him. Yongguk’s eyes fluttered open before stopping your hand with his own and looking at you. “I want to be inside of you.” His words were low and hushed as his hips bucked slightly. Nodding, you pulled him to lay over you and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“If that’s what you want.” You paused, kissing his lips and resuming your sentence. “Who am I to deny that?” Yongguk loved the way you spoke, the way you teased him and the way you kept him on his toes, this situation wasn’t any different than earlier on in the day.

Lining himself up with your core, you took a deep breath and let your fingers play with the hairs on the back of his neck. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pushed in to you and you let out a sigh at the pressure. Yongguk released the deep groans he had been holding in when he felt your tight walls swallowing him. He hadn’t expected you to feel this good or this tight. His hands moved to your thighs and gripping the flesh when he bottomed out completely.

However he wasted no time fucking into you. His hips taking over before his mind really could. Your nails raked down his back at the sudden wave of pleasure coursing through your body. It felt like your nerves were on fire and everywhere he touched left a flame in it’s wake. It was all so intense, even his face burrying in the crook of your neck.

As he picked up the speed, he hit your sweet spot catching you off guard and making you let out a small scream. “Oh, right there.” You said, holding him down against your chest. Yongguk was letting out the most beautiful sounds by your ear, moaning as he felt your walls flutter around him. Picking up the speed a bit more, the room was now filled with the sound of skin on skin and your moans.

The sun was pouring into his bedroom, it was hardly 1 in the afternoon and anyone one of his neighbors could hear you both. In all honesty, you both could have cared less. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was how you both felt.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered and he lifted his head from your neck. Your eyes locked as his hand rubbed core lightly, knowing you might the little extra push to reach your climax. He himself was close too, refraining from holding your hips down and fucking you into the mattress.

A loud moan tore from you, only to be silenced by his lips pressing against yours. Your orgasm tore through you, leaving your body in tremors as Yongguk strived for his own release. Holding him close, you slowly started to feel overstimulated and your legs shook around his waist.

“Fuckkk.” He groaned against your lips pulling out of to finish on your abdomen. The gutteral moans that left him were absolute music to your ears as you watched him come undone on you.

He sat up straight for a moment and the room was in complete silence. His chest rose and fell deeply as you both caught your breath. You watched him, admiring his little details as you let your body relax.

Finally opening his eyes again, he looked at you. Taking note of your swollen lips, red tinted cheeks and small marks gracing your skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said softly, leaning over you again to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Let me clean us up.” You nodded at his words, trying to resist the horrible sleepy feeling you were experiencing. Watching him disappear to another room, your eyes fell shut. Mentally claiming you were only closing them for a moment. However when your eyes opened again, 10 minutes had passed and Yongguk had cleaned you up, slipping his button up onto you after. An arm was wrapped around you loosely and his light snoring had filled the room.

It was only logical how tired and drained you were feeling. You had been awake for almost 24 hours and it had finally hit you both. Threading your fingers through his hair lightly, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you have to work tonight?” His voice surprised you, considering you thought he was asleep. “Yes I do.” You answered and watched his eyes slowly open. Pulling you into him more, Yongguk held you tightly.

“I’m aware I sound like an absolute mad man. But I haven’t met anyone like you. I want to keep you, I want to love you.” He admitted to himself. Yongguk meant it, never had he had a connection with anyone like this. His previous relationships never reached the level of passion you both had reached within a few hours.

Even though your mind was tired, your brain could still register his words. Oh how sweet they were. You had to look away from him for a moment, resisting the urge to spill tears. “I want to keep you, I want to love you too.” You said softly wiping your eyes as you turned to look at him again.

His smile was so beautiful and it was what you were met with when you faced him again. “You’re beautiful on stage, but so much more beautiful like this.” His compliments were too much really, however you revelled in them. You felt like you were glowing.

“Come to my show tonight.” You said softly, wanting him near you always. Yongguk looked at you with a soft expression and you almost felt shy under his gaze. “I’ll come to all of your shows if it means I get to love you.” He smiled and it was horribly cheesy yet it tugged your heartstrings immensly. Laughing slightly, you kissed him suddenly.

“Please do, as long as you remember that I’m the on behind the red curtain.”

A/n: my god it’s finished. It’s here. I worked so hard on this please. This is my new baby. I hope you enjoyed it.

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thewrittingworldofeva · 4 years ago

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"Helmet" Din Djarin x reader

Y/N got a nightmare. Takes the helmet and talked to the stars, then fluff.✨

The night is dark, the Razor Crest is silent. Garage sleeping in this little hammock above the Mandalorian’s bed. Y/N, who is sleeping in her little bunker not far away from the bounty hunter, is having an agitated sleep. Turning and turning in her bed, trying to escape a danger. She wakes abruptly, breathing as if she had been underwater for too long. Her eyes scanning the darkness frantically in front of her. Her heart beating fast and hard against her chest. She puts her hands on her face, calming herself. Finally calm, no longer finding sleep, and still feeling fear hovering in her mind, she decides to leave her bed. The weight of her pants falling at her feet, touching the floor. The long-sleeve t-shirt, too big for her, fell from one of her shoulders. She tiptoed to the ladder leading to the cockpit, arms straight forward for preventing her from bumping into something and occasionally her herself. Her right foot slams into something hard, holding back a cry of pain, she squeals. Jumping on one foot. She taps the floor searching what she bumps into, when she feels the gold of the metal, the beskar. His helmet. She grabbed it with both hands, watching blindly at it. She submerges from deep in her thoughts, keeps the helmet and climbs the ladder. The automatic doors closing after she enters the cockpit, she sits in Din’s seat, looking at the helmet in her hands shining with the light of the stars and the moon.

She has always been curious about his helmet. Not about what he looks like underneath, but what he sees behind it. What kind of feeling wearing this kind of helmet brings? If he sees clearly? Stuff like this. She brings up the helmet and gets it on her head. It secures in whoosh sound. She blinks multiple times, raising her hands in front of her face, and looking around her. That was weird, it looked like… droid vision, she thinks. “Does it change my voice too, or just his?” she asks herself. She clears her throat and says the only thing that comes to her mind. “This is the way!” the vocoder changing her voice to a robot one. She giggled at the sound, that was fun. She keeps the helmet on watching the stars and telling sentences that the Mandalorian have said.

“Now I know where his confidence comes from.” she says, curling herself on the chair. Knees against her chest, head resting on the headrest. She sighs, more relaxed now that her anxiety is gone. Watching the stars, her eyes teared up because of the flow of contradictory emotions and thinking about her family. Downstairs Mando wakes up, hearing noise upstairs. He got out of his bunk and checked on the child. Looking for his helmet on the floor, he starts to panic when he doesn't find it. He looked at Y/N's bed and found it empty. He climbs the ladder and enters the cockpit. She was so caught up in her emotions that she didn’t hear him behind her.

“I know you are watching over me up there. And I am grateful to be alive, but, sometimes I feel sad to be the only one, and… I don’t know how to explain it, but I can be surrounded by people and feel very alone. I am tired of that feeling actually! But then I meet this Mandalorian and strange green 50 years old child” she stops giggling at the image of the bounty hunter and the little green bean next to him. “So now, I don’t feel alone often around them, which is weird since Mando is not a really talkative person, but just their presence is comforting.”

Din is just leaning against the wall, arms crossed on his chest, smiling at her talking to the stars with his helmet on. He kinda likes the change the vocoder does with her voice, it’s more low range. He finds her cute with his helmet on, too big for her. “Grogu makes me feel like a mama!” she laughs, heating up Mando’s body. “I am getting old and I don’t have my own child, but it feels good to act motherly. And it breaks my heart that one day we will find the Jedi that will train him, because I know we will not see him anymore, I mean until he completes his training. That will be hard for me, but that will be harder for Mando. They both got this strong father and son bond, they are so cute together!” He can feel the smile under the helmet.

“Thanks for the compliment.” he finally says, scaring her, making her scream and jump. Panic filled her body and she immediately closed her eyes. “What are you doing here?” he asks, getting closer to the chair staying behind her. “Uh… Nightmare… not able to go to sleep.” she stutters shivers going down her spine hearing his real voice for the first time. He got a really manly deep, soothing voice. She grabs the armchair with force, nervous to know that he is behind her bare face. He turns the chair that she faces him. She kept her eyes closed that it hurt. “I have my eyes closed!” she said fast from the panic. “I know.” He laughed, taking her off guard. “I am going to take back my helmet and I want you to keep your eyes closed.” He said. “Okay...” She whispered. He put his two hands on each side of the boxcar hat and pulled it off. Hair falls on her shoulder, cheeks with a tint of pink. “Tell me when I can open my eyes.” “Hm hm” he answered, putting the helmet on the passenger seat. He takes a moment to look at her. He takes her hand and makes her stand up.

“Promise me, you keep your eyes shut.” He murmured in her ear, making her flinch and sending goosebumps on her skin. “I promise!” She never asks him why he doesn't take the helmet off or wishes to see his face. She is the only one actually. Her hands feel so tiny in his. She faces his chest not being very tall. She might be small, but she is the strongest and the fiercest person he has ever met. He started to have feelings for her a while ago. At first he didn’t know what he felt for her. He got his answer when he talked about it with Cara Dune, who was quite surprised about the outcome of their conversation. But this day he finds out that he has feelings for his companion. He grabs her wrists and brings her hands to his face. When her fingers touched his skin, she was surprised and tried to take them away. “You can touch.” He reassured her. She carefully flat her hands on his cheeks. He closes his eyes to the softness of her touch. From the tips of her fingers, she tries to memorise his face. A round face, some facial hair, a mustache, a prominent nose, large but thin eyebrows. Manly features. She slides them in hair, short, she concludes. “What color are your hair and eyes?” she asks shyly. “Both brown.” Her face heat up wasn’t expecting an answer, but also because she secretly hoped that he had dark hair and dark eyes in her imagination.

Still holding her wrist, he brought her closer to him. She takes a shaky breath because of the movement. She is a grown ass woman why does she feel like a teenager! He leans his face closer to hers and she can feel his breath on her lips. That was the first time she was that close from the opposite sexes, and she was intimidated. “Mando, what are you doing?” she asks in a whisper. “Something I want to do for a long time.” he answers, his voice deeper than before. She is opening her mouth to talk, but he crashes his lips on hers. It has been just lips to lips, the most innocent kiss. Y/N surprise bumps against the chair behind her, making her open her mouth slightly. He takes the opportunity to intensify the kiss. Taking her upper lip between his, he slid his hands against her body, then resting on her back, pressing her body against his.

The emotions and feelings that fuel his body right now are strong, too strong for him, but he can’t stop. Her lips are so soft and sweet, that he gets immediately addicted to them. One hand behind her head, keeping her close. He holds her so tight that she has to stand on her toes, that she doesn’t break her neck. She carefully, almost too scared to touch him, landed her hands on his shoulders, making him shiver and let them glide on his chest to firmly grab his shirt by the collar. He turned still holding her and pressed her against the wall. “Mando…” She tries to call him in between the kisses. “Mando!” he stops reluctantly. “What?” he says with a voice full of desire and lust. “I need to breathe.” She laugh, eyes closed. Forehead against forehead, catching their breathes. “I love you Y/N.” He finally confessed. “I love you too, Din.” She murmurs with stars shining in her eyes.

His name coming out of her mouth sounds so exotic to his ears. So long that he didn’t hear someone calling his real name, that hearing the woman he loves calling his name almost like a murmur, did something in his stomach. “Say it again, please!” he almost begged. “I love you, Din Djarin!” She repeated, putting blindly her hands on his cheeks.

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scottymcgeesterwrites · 4 years ago

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Some Goddamn Curtains

When I was in college, I kept getting the compliment, “Wow, your room is really nice for a guy.” I never understood what that meant for the longest time. Then I actually paid attention to how most guys kept their dorm room. I once waited for a guy to get ready to head down to an event. I realized that I had never actually stepped foot in his room, much less even glanced inside of it. So when he stepped out and said he was ready to go, I leaned to the side over his shoulder and oh my god it was like downtown Baghdad during the worst of the Iraq War. Damn bruh, you live like this? I liked all my college roommates but the most untidiest one was in sophomore year. He left his toothbrush lying around in the open in a sock drawer, and it would end up somewhere else each night. Maybe he liked to play scavenger hunts to keep himself on his toes? He never put the DVDs back in their respective cases. I once couldn’t wait to watch Iron Man with a friend at their dorm, only to open the case once I got there and realize that my roommate had replaced it with Season 1 of Martin. He would also do this thing where he would drink a can of Coke (that I bought), not finish it, put it back in the fridge, then later open a new can of Coke that he didn’t feel like finishing, and rinse and repeat. First year roommate wasn’t that bad. Third year roommate was nearly as tidy as I was. Then in my fourth and final year I lived alone, so my sense of the idea that “guys were messy” didn’t really hit me because I’ve only had one bad experience and chalked it up to “It was just that one guy”. I’m 31, and by now I have noticed people saying things like, “Oh my God I was actually thinking about what curtains I liked and I’m such an adult. This is what adult thinking is like. I’m adulting now.”

I hate hearing shit like that. I grew up blithely admitting liking things that an adult would “normally like”, such as curtains. The curtains thing came up in high school when I hung out at the senior lounge. The senior lounge was this bare room that looked like it was meant for old people to sit and play bingo. It was boring and dull and I hated it. It felt more lke a prison cafeteria really, with some worn out couches. I would bring my video games to that lounge, namely GoldenEye 007, to play with friends during our free period. The room didn’t have any curtains, so at a certain time in the afternoon, the sun would beat down directly onto the screen, making it difficult to see properly. A lot of us would squint and move closer or lean forward. I then said, “This room needs some curtains.”

A pause, and then someone replied, “Did you just say this room needs curtains?” And I was like, “Yeah. Maybe something blue. Something dark.”

And he looked at me and scoffed, and all the other guys did the same - they gave me this funny sideways glance and scoffed. I asked what the problem was, but they mostly shook their heads in disbelief. I was frankly annoyed by their response. So I said, louder, “This room needs some goddamn curtains”, because I thought it was perfectly fucking reasonable that a person would logically do something about the fucking glare from the fucking sun. Maybe they liked blinds better. Who knows? But it took me ages to fully realize two things: 1. It’s not socially acceptable for boys to be interested in style - whether it be about living spaces or clothes. I was fiercely made fun of for the clothes I wore as a kid throughout young adult life. I hated all kinds of t-shirts. I think growing up thin and gangly made me too self-aware of my arms. But I never specifically wanted to wear anything that had a band name or a company logo or even my favorite video game or movie. I would feel like a walking advertisement, and that would piss me off. I often liked ties, long-sleeved shirts, and sweaters. I never left the house in sweatpants or pajamas. I always had to comb my hair and put on a good shirt. Sweatpants were when you worked out or worked around the house fixing things. I grew up in Catholic school, so we had uniforms. On dress down days, my classmates would come up to me and say, “Eddie, you were supposed to dress DOWN, not up” or “I can’t believe you’re wearing that on a dress down day!”. I didn’t have a problem with people dressing how they dressed. Sure I was never into the goth thing, but I didn’t want to judge. I just wanted to dress how I wanted to dress. And maybe I was influenced in some way by how my parents dressed me up, and maybe other times I did feel embarrassed, but I knew that at the end of the day I would wear what felt most comfortable to me. Sometimes my mom would give me a sweater that was a tad too bland, so I went to the bathroom once I got to school and took it off. I would like the polo but untucked it and unbuttoned the top buttons. Half-and-half. Right idea, but lemme wear it like this instead. College was really when I started to develop my everyday style, my “main outfit”, like a video game character. I always wore some untucked button-down shirt with a tie, jeans, and sneakers. I liked it. It was this weird blend of dressing up and dressing down. People my age thought I was overdressed but my parents and people over 50 complained that I was underdressed. It was great! It feels so special to piss off both sides! My parents still remember the time I got an award at college and I went up the stage wearing that getup. You look at the picture and see the students standing side-by-side in nice dresses and dockers, and then there’s me wearing jeans and sneakers with a shirt and tie. There always seemed to be this false dichotomy for how men should look and be - either the dapper “metrosexual” man who was slightly effeminate or the rough-and-tumble strong man who didn’t need to use an umbrella when it rained and never cared to fix his hair because that’s some “gay shit” for silly city folk. That false dichotomy is always played out in media. There’s a million buddy cop movies about the book-smart guy who is suave and sophisticated teaming up with the street-smart guy who is all muscle and manly and goes for the more practical route. Yin and Yang. Hot and cold. Good cop and bad cop. Lucky and Wild. Tango and Cash. But growing up I thought, “Why not both?” I loved watching James Bond as much as I loved watching Indiana Jones. Why couldn’t I be both if I really wanted to? It fit me best to play both roles. I AM GOING TO MIX THESE TWO THINGS AND YOU CAN’T FUCKING STOP ME! I WILL BE BOTH BOOK-SMART AND STREET-SMART. I KNOW THE QUADRATIC EQUATION AND HOW TO CON SOMEONE. THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM. The fucking worst though is being an adult now and hearing women wish they knew a guy who “dressed properly”, and men complimenting my clothes saying I look sharp.

Fuck all of you, honestly. 2. Young people are afraid to admit they like things that adults like. I grew up with extended family members living in cozy homes. I liked to admire their grandfather clocks, their decanters, their entertainment center, their offices and their chairs. I liked to wander around their houses during the holidays and poke my nose into their closets and admire old things. Maybe it’s something that an only-child might relate to the most. I wasn’t required or asked to be upstairs to attend a younger or older sibling. The adults just did their own thing and so I wandered off. Ikea always tickled my fancy as a kid. I would wander through the model rooms of offices and bedrooms and bathrooms, and I found whatever felt coziest to me and pretended that I was home. Better yet, I sometimes daydreamed that the entire Ikea facility was my home. How about that? Tired of sleeping on the bunk bed? Go to the next room to the big bed. I feel like cooking in that kitchen today, not this one. Some days I’ll feel more serious and work in the wooden office desk and other days I’ll feel silly and be in the kids room. I’ll take the whole building, please. This is where I live now. Swedish meatballs for dinner and creamy European chocolate bars for dessert every day. Young people fear being old and facing responsibilities. That doesn’t mean you liking these things makes you older. Taste and style is part of who you are, and there’s no shame if you have an interest in some bath mats or a nice decanter when you’re 20 or 17.

When I lived in my single dorm back in senior year of college, I realized that I was truly living alone for the first time. It brought some sanity to me that I didn’t know I needed. I was able to organize things how I saw fit, and hosted parties whenever I wanted. If I felt like something needed adjusting, I didn’t need to ask anybody’s permission. I really started exploring my sense of style and taste. As I grew up, I developed really specific tastes about where I would live: 1. Everything has to make sense. The placement of shelves, TVs, desks, dressers, paintings, pictures, all have to feel like they are easily viewed and accessible without needing to awkwardly turn to face them or reach them. 2. Symmetry is not always necessary but still good to fall back on when you don’t know what to do. 3. I never liked to sit with my back to the window(s) or the door. I always needed to see who or what was going to approach me or look at me. 4. TVs should never go on top of fireplaces. 5. Always have some kind of drawing room for guests to wait. 6. Never put your keys or sensitive documents in the foyer, drawing room, or wherever else strangers can easily find them the minute they walk into the house. 7. Open concept is pretentious. 8. It is far easier to cook if you have an island in the kitchen. 9. McMansions are the bane of style. Fake balconies, fake shutters, brick facades - everything about them is evil. 10. Get some goddamn curtains.

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drethanramslay · 5 years ago

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Please write Ethan x mc 38 and 8 thank you so much

Thanks for the ask Anon ❤️

You can find the prompt list here.

#8- “Why are you looking at me like that…?”

#38- you can find it here

Warning: Fluff. Forgive me if it's not medically accurate 😅

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9:00 pm

A knock resounded on the glass door of Ethan's office. When he looked up from his desk, he found Leah standing there, leaning against the frame.

"Hey Dr. Ramsey. Why are you still here?"

"If you wanted me gone that bad-"

Leah groaned and entered the thin, closing the door behind her. She leaned over the table and found that he was studying a case.

"Is it the nun from room 508?" She asked as she sat down.

"Yeah... It's been driving me crazy since yesterday. I personally think it's Churg-Strauss Syndrome, but somethings are not adding up. I decided to stay over and work it since I'm not feeling sleepy."

"So a night out?"

"Yeah, kind of.. I wouldn't mind if you helped me out. Two brains are better than one."

"Sure Dr. E." She grabbed hold of the charts and started studying it.

11:00 pm

"Ethan?"

"Yeah?" He let out a yawn as he stretched his back. They had shifted to the sofa. Many medical textbooks were lying open all around them. Leah was sitting next to him with his laptop on her lap, and her voluminous hair tied into a messy bun. Her glasses were perched on her nose.

"I'm hungry."

"Hey hungry I'm-"

She smacked him on the shoulder and Ethan chuckled. "I want takeout."

"C'mon let's go. I know a place which sells delicious Chinese food, and is open at this hour. We need a break anyway."

Wearing their jackets, the headed into the cold night. They chatted about the case as they walked down the streets.

"So what happened when they injected her with adrenaline?" Leah asked as she slurped her chicken ramen noodles.

"She became okay but five minutes later she started siezing. Other symptoms- Breathlessness. Wheezing." Ethan said as he bit into his egg roll. They were sitting on a bench in the hospital's garden. Leah sat cross legged, mulling over the symptoms and took another bite of her dumpling.

After chewing the delicious fried rice, Ethan spoke, "And the peculiar thing is that, when we injected the tracer for the MRI scanner, she immediately developed hives."

"Damn. The case is getting stranger and stranger." Ethan hummed in agreement, eyeing her dumplings.

"Sunshine, can I have one of your dumplings?" He gave her the cutest puppy eyes.

"Awwww.... Aren't you cute? I usually don't share but, you can take as long as you give me an egg roll." She ruffled his hair and he just swatted her hand away.

"Deal."

2:45 am

Ethan took his tie and cufflinks off. He rolled his sleeves up until his elbow and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt.

Leah stared at every action. His strong forearms, the prominent veins, the stray chest hair, everything.

God, why did I have to fall for such a hot guy?!

"You are staring."

She cleared her throat and went back to get medical textbook.

"Could it be mixed connective tissue disease? Have you quarantined her?" Leah asked, with her legs propped up on the coffee table.

"Yes. Could be an allergy? Can't be safe enough." He replied as he drank his third cup of coffee. He noticed her light blue converse shoes. "Hey, are those new?"

"Yap. And look, they match my scrubs!" She pressed her shoe against her scrub pants. Ethan just stared at the way she was smiling over a pair of shoes.

God, she is so cute. I would move mountains this make her smile like that...

Leah looked at him and saw him looking back at her, with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Why are you looking at me like that…?”

"Nothing. Just seeing how obsessed you are with Converse. I don't get it."

"Converse is like Pokemon... You gotta catch them all."

Ethan rolled his eyes and dived right back into his research.

4:50 am

"It's almost time for the first rounds." Ethan said as he checked his watch.

"We are close E. I think we can crack it." Leah responded.

"You should try it too. It improves the circulation to the head." She called out to him, upside down.

He took his specs off and turned around to see Leah doing a headstand. Her scrub and shirt had rolled down, exposing her toned stomach.

"No I'm good."

"Your loss."

Ethan continued to read the charts when he noticed something. "Wait a second... She used to get rashes when she used to wash copper vessels."

"Also, when I was taking patient history, she said that she joined a missionary at 15, because she wanted to be a celibate. That means using an IUD." Leah added, as she stood up.

"The tracer we use also had copper in it."

"Leah, I think we cracked it."

"Allergic reaction to copper."

"Let's get those tests done." Ethan says as he grabbed his coat.

7:30 am

"Oh my god thank you so much doctor." The nun cried with tears of happiness falling down her cheeks.

"It's our pleasure." Leah said as she gave the patient a smile.

The headed outside and Ethan submitted the charts to the nurses' station. Leah gave out a huge yawn.

"I'm going to pass out." Ethan said as he rubbed his eyes.

Leah nodded and followed him to the on call room. He took out his coat, shoes and belt before settling in the empty bed. Leah took her shoes off as well as her scrub top, leaving her in a black full sleeved shirt.

Instead of heading to another bed, she slipped into the blankets with Ethan and laid her head on his strong bicep.

"Sunshine, what are you doing?"

"Sleeping." She nestled against him and threw her leg on his leg.

"There are legit... Other beds." Ethan yawned out.

"So you want me.... to go?" Leah sleepily asked.

Wrapping his arm around her, he whispered, "No."

They both passed out, cuddling each other into a nice dreamless sleep.

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backtobackbakubabe · 5 years ago

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Baby It’s Cold Outside (PART 1)

Bakugo x Reader

Reader is cold and Bakugo is irritated

*Smut-ish

Words : 2455

Written: 12/4/2019

Requested: No

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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It’s freezing outside, and did you bring a jacket? No. you did not. Why? Because like Bakugo would say... you were an idiot. But you already walked too far to turn around and go back for it now. So you’re just going to need to suck it up and deal with it.

You were walking with Kirishima, Mina, and Bakugo to go get some coffee at a nearby coffee house. You lived in the same apartment complex as Bakugo and Kirishima and Mina lived together a little way down the street. So you all had made a habit of getting together once or twice a month when you weren't too busy with hero work to get coffee and catch up. Well you and Bakugo didn't need to catch up, you saw enough of each other, almost too much. You had been paired together for patrol ever since you graduated and it drove him nuts.

He was constantly complaining about how dumb you were, and how slow, and how all you did was hold him back. At first you’d go home at night and cry and question if being a hero was worth it. Eventually though you grew a thick skin and now all his yelling just goes in one ear and out the other.

Now here you are visibly shivering, and would you look at that? It’s snowing. You huffed as you pulled the sleeves of your sweater down a little further to cover your now numb fingers.

You could see Mina holding hands with Kirishima a few steps ahead of you. They were so cute. Kirishima took one look at her red face and took off his scarf and wrapped it around her before planting a sickeningly sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Tsk. Get a room!” You looked next to you at very grump looking Katsuki. Hands shoved in his pockets, snow starting to dampen his blonde hair making some of it stick to his forehead.

You nudged his with your elbow, “Hey let them be in love in peace. She’s just cold and he's being nice.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Well she’s a grown ass women. She knew it was going to be cold and yet she still didn't dress appropriately. If you ask me she’s just a moron.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Well we’re only walking a few blocks so maybe she thought it wouldn't be that bad...”

He smirked that god awful smirk he only uses when he’s about to be mean to you, “Are we still talking about Mina? Or you? Because we both already knew you were stupid, so it didn't surprise me when you walked out without a jacket.”

That was it. You were cold, you were miserable, and you were not in the mood for his shit. You ignored the protest of your already freezing fingers and leaned over and picked up some snow. You carefully packed it into a tight ball before tossing in the direction of the hot headed asshole.

*THWACK* It hit him square in the back of the head.

He froze. You could see both of his palms crackling with mini explosions as he tried to contain his anger, “OI! Shitty hair! You guys go on without us I think Y/n needs to go back to get a jacket! We’ll catch up later...”

Oh shit this couldn't be good... He's getting rid of the witnesses.

When they rounded a corner and were no longer in sight Bakugo slowly turned until he was facing you, glaring at you with those haunting red eyes. Is this how villains feel when he stares them down? How do they not piss themselves? He’s terrifying...

He took one step towards you and you took off back towards the apartment. Sprinting as hard as you could. You could hear him gaining on you so you held your breath and used your quirk. You could teleport but only up to 50 yards and you had to be able to visualize were you were going. When you held your breath you would disappear and when you breathed back in you would reappear. So it was hard to do over and over again without running out of breath. And he fucking knew that. He worked with you every day.

You heard him yelling behind you, “Get back here you little shit! I’m going to teach you a lesson you won't EVER FORGET” He lunged for you right as you teleported again. “Stop fucking doing that!”

You were maybe a block away when you started to get dizzy from running and holding your breath to teleport. You had maybe one good one left before you’d have to stop and catch your breath. You could hear him behind you but before you could teleport anywhere you were tackled to the ground.

Before you knew it you were completely pinned with Bakugo’s knees on either side of you. You finally got the nerve to look at him and his eyes looked pissed but his smirk gave him away. He was having fun with this little cat and mouse game. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run so hard. Are you really that scared of me.”

Your lips were trembling now, from the cold or from the adrenaline pumping through you, you weren't sure. “That depends on how mad you are...”

He took your chin in his hand running his thumb over your lip to stop its shivering, “Oh I’m mad. But I can think of better ways to teach you a little respect...” His voice was soft and husky. A stark contrast to his usual aggressive yelling you usually received. You couldn't help it you leaned up and captured his lips with yours. You had no idea what has possessed you to do it. It only lasted a moment before he pulled back giving you an awed expression.

Before you even had time to process what just happened he stood up and grabbed you hand yanking you up roughly. You noticed he didn't let go of your hand as he started pulling you in the direction of the apartment building. His hands were so warm compared to your frozen ones and it felt so nice.

“I thought you were going to teach me a lesson?”

You could hear him chuckle, “I am, but you’re soaked and freezing. I’m not an animal.”

He yanked you through the front door of the building and to the elevator. Anxiety was starting to creep into your stomach. What was happening? Your hand was still firmly grasped in his and he didn't look like he planned to let it go any time soon...

As soon as the elevator doors closes he pushed you against the wall and started leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. Stopping only to give you a hard bite on you shoulder. That was definitely going to leave a mark. Only the ding of the elevator pulled you from your haze. He was off again pulling you around like a rag doll.

“Hey this isn't my floor...”

He squeezed your hand a little tighter, “No shit captain obvious. We’re on my floor.”

“...Oh.” It was then that you realized you had never seen Bakugo’s apartment. You didn't even know what floor he was on until right this moment.

He only let go of your hand to unlock his door but before he manhandle you through it you teleported inside. He needed to know he wasn't just going to toss you around as he pleased. You were a hero too after all.

You found yourself sitting on his bed in the corner of his studio apartment looking at his confused face as he stared at where you had been standing only moments okay, “Real cute y/n.”

His head snapped over to you as you let out a soft giggle. He closed the door and stalked over to you and you could feel heat pool into your stomach. Had you fantasized about Bakugo before? Of course he’s very attractive. But it was never on purpose. He always found a way to sneak into your dreams.... wait is that what this is. Are you having another one of your weird dreams? You pinched your thigh hard enough to bruise to make sure... how cliche. But nope this was very real.

He carded his hand through your hair, settling his hand at the back of your neck. “You still look like you're freezing. What do you say we get you out of those wet clothes?”

You lost your ability to think let alone speak, so you simply nodded.

He moved his hands to your waist and slipped his hands under your soaked sweater slowly pulling it up and over your head. He threw it to his floor beside the bed and quickly leaned over you kissing your chest and stomach. With expert hands he unhooked your bra in seconds before taking your nipple in his mouth. You gave a satisfied moan as he continued his handiwork, trailing down until he reached your jeans. With one quick confirming look at you he unbuttoned them and slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, pulled them down until they had joined your sweater and bra.

He was kissing up your calf and thigh until he reached the spot you had pinched yourself earlier and he stopped. You winced as he gave it a slight push. He brushed his thumb over it before he kissed it, “Did I do that? Earlier when we were rolling around on the ground?”

You put your hand in his hair as he continued his trail up and closer to your inner thigh, “... uh no... actually that was me... I uh... I pinched myself. A little too hard I guess.”

He stopped and looked at you like you had lost your mind. “But why?”

You averted your eyes and your cheeks flushed red.

He slapped his hand right in your most sensitive area still covered by a thin layer of underwear and you saw stars, “Why did you pinch yourself?”

You took a deep breath trying to clear your head and then you blurted out, “I wanted to make sure this wasn't a dream...”

His confused glare turned into a knowing smirk, “Do you often dream of me?” He hooked his fingers in your underwear slowly dragging them down. You simply nodded. “And what do we do in these dreams?”

When you didn't answer he bit your inner thigh so so close to wear you really wanted him.

“THIS! I dream about this! Please Katsu!”

That was all he needed to hear as he dipped his head and took your clit in his mouth. He stuck his middle finger in and started pumping it in and out of you, “Shit babe... you’re already so wet.” He added another finger and moaned, “And tight too. God you’re perfect.”

His actions along with his words had your eyes rolling back in pleasure. It didn't take long before your legs began to shake.

“Kat... Katsu.. I’m.. I’m going to....”

He ripped himself away from you and you whimpered in frustration, “Not yet! You still need to be taught some respect.” His words had you squirming.

He stood up and finally took off his shirt. You immediately sat up and ran you hand up his abs. You were a women possessed. You just wanted to touch every part of him. He just chuckled as he kissed your forehead before shoving you back into the mattress. “Be patient damn it!”

He stepped out of his pants and underwear. His rock hard dick slapping him in his rock hard stomach. You were practically drooling.

He returned to the mattress this time he hovered over you and lined himself up with your entrance. “If you want me to stop please tell me now.”

You reached up and cupped the back of his head and pulled his down to you so you could plant a heated kiss on his lips, “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

He smirked as he pushed into you, thriving in your moans of pleasure.

“Oh baby! I fit so perfectly! It’s like your pussy was made for me. Like you were made for me... fuck.”

He picked your legs up and hooked them over his shoulders as he pounded into you, hitting that secret spot in you every time. White overtook your vision as your legs began to shake. “Katsu PLEASE!”

Sweat was building up on his chest and you could tell he was close as well. “Alright baby, go ahead. Cum for me!”

And just like that waves of pleasure took over you with Bakugo finishing not far behind you.

He wrapped you in his arms, your cheek resting on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and started running his fingers through your hair. You snuggled in a bit closer before he pulled your chin up to look at him, “As much as I’d love to lay here with you... We kinda need to get going. Shitty hair and shitty hair’s girlfriend are waiting for us.”

You pouted, “You can't possibly expect me to walk three blocks in my cold, wet, clothes after what was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.I don’t even know if I can walk!”

You could feel his chest vibrate with soft laughter, “Best you ever had huh? Well I tell you what. I promise to give you three more of those when we get home.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, “I don't knoooooow.”

He suddenly sprang up and started to tickle you, “Get your ass out of my bed and get dressed!”

“FINE!” you giggled as you got up and walked around a his apartment a bit. You couldn't help but notice his eyes follow your naked body. “What floor was this again?”

He gave you a weird look, “Uh four.. why?”

“Is your apartment right above mine?”

“Yes, I only know that because I can hear you singing all the time. You sound like a dying....”

Before he could finish you teleported down to your own apartment and could hear him yelling from his apartment above you, “I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT.” Oh this was going to be fun.

You quickly threw on new clothes and teleported right back. “Tada!”

“Fucking shit! Warn me next time!”

It was hard to take him seriously when he he couldn't keep the goofy grin off his face.

He stepped up and you wound your arms around his neck. Taking in that damn cinnamon smell again. “Here.” He held a hoodie in his hand. “Cant have you getting cold now can we.”

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