#absolutely slapping tags onto here rn

[ame4me]

cube n cubic headcanons ,,, the fluttershy syndrome 💯

+ experimental detail with shaped little blushy thingies ,,, cuz it silly if shapes' details r based of their shape maybz ^_^

[wordy-little-witch]

Time to project onto my blorbo because I am Going Through It Rn

Modern AU bc I am gonna make it a THINGGGGG

Bonus: info

TW for under the cut: • mental health crisis, • dysphoria, • US Capitalistic hellscape (that should be a tag), • disabilities, • allusions to SH but not explicit, just a quick lil vague allusion, • offers to punch a police officer???

Just. Buggy who has hypermobility and chronic subluxation and dislocations. He never got the genetic testing done so nothing is on hard paper or file about it beyond "hypermobility syndrome". Buggy who was a performer and a dancer and a hard worker who was a manager as a fast food chain and was KILLING IT, day shift there, nights spent as a dancer, aerialist, had a stint in a literal circus-

Buggy who was so used to "taking one for the team" that it becomes smth of a trigger phrase, who has turned to dissociation as the coping mechanism of choice when he hurts, is overwhelmed, is scared or in any way Not Okay

Buggy who has bled and bled and bled for his people and his loved ones because it was the only thing he knew how to do.

Buggy whose body finally gave in, enough for medical professionals to declare him permanently damaged, not enough for the government to offer anything by way of assistance.

Buggy whose mental health thus becomes absolutely FUCKED as a result, no longer able to fall on familiar habits because he physically can't - but he needs to work, needs to perform, needs to be of USE, needs to be IMPORTANT in others' lives lest they leave him too-

And Buggy falling into Old Old Habits he had been clean of for so long. It feels like a betrayal. It feels like comfort. It hurts. The pain is good.

He's functioning.

Then within two months, something Switches. The crutch has become a impassable wall, his threshold has evaporated, he is sparking on funds and he knows he needs to reach out, but he's scared, he's so scared because the last time was horrid, but they've grown, they've changed they promised-

He reaches out. "I can't do this," he admits like a confession, like an admission of sin. "I need help," he chokes, the words like poison but needed he knows this, he knows it's killing the bad but-

"Take one for the team," they tell him.

And Buggy breaks. He smiles. He's pieces of porcelain, held with masking tape because he Has To Be. He Has To Be This, He Has To Do This, He Has To He Has To He Has To-

He doesn't, actually. Red stains his skin, stabbed scarred l and fresh alike, but the red in his retinas is so much brighter because Shanks is bright, is Red, is Shanks, and Shanks is here, is there, is holding his hands and telling him to breathe and trust him and Buggy is held, is safe, is broken, is sad-

And Crocodile is warm, is sturdy when Buggy is scooped into his arms. Mihawk is efficient with how he expertly cleans, wraps, pins, with how he braids Buggy's hair back and ushers him into comfortable clothes.

Things will be alright, they assure him, things are tight but they'll do it, they'll figure it out, because what is money compared to him, what is opulence or a fancy car payment in comparison to their favorite joker? It is nothing, they assure him, nothing can compare to a brother, a boyfriend, a friend, a son - those were the words that mattered, nothing more, nothing less, because Buggy Is Worth It.

The money isn't the crux of the problem, not really, but it's this episode's manifestation, it's the focus, the fixation. It's a trauma, but it's not the whole picture, but they will mend this piece as best they can, they will hold the pieces in place until Buggy is strong enough to hold them himself because they love him, they love him, by the Seas and Skies, they love him.

And when Buggy, half asleep, begs to not "go back", he doesn't have to specify, the group knowing the horrors beyond sugar-sweet smiles and sickly mint walls. They will not admit him, not unless he chooses to go in himself, and Shanks may get a slap upside the head when he offers to punch anyone who tries, cops included.

Buggy's laughter is worth it though.

Buggy is worth it.

[quitesins]

Favourite Girls

Masterlist

Kirishima x fem!reader

Tags: Sfw, fluff, drabble, reader is a mother, husband! Kirishima, dilf Father!Kirishima, very short btw.

After a mission away, your husband returns with a lot more hair on his face, and your baby daughter’s reaction is much funnier than yours!

“You’d didn’t shave?” You questioned, amused, feeling the new beard upon your husbands face.

He’d been away for a few weeks, a mission he couldn’t miss. Although he loved FaceTiming his family, the last week was tough, of short voice messages and mere minutes on the phone, before duty called once again.

“Wanted to surprise you.” Kirishima nuzzled into your neck. The soft feeling of his beard along with the flowing hair on his head, encased you, and made him laugh as you tried to escape. “Plus, I like it when you help me.”

He kissed the sides of your neck, something he missed, then kissed your cheek, another thing he missed, and then went to kiss your lips before you stopped him with a smile.

“Let’s go see how she’ll react.” Despite the momentary frown, when Kirishima realised who you were talking about, his eyes immediately lit up, and he excitedly followed you, to the bedroom where your daughter was asleep.

“My baby.” Your husband, all 6’5 of him, bulging muscles and jagged mane, cooed lightly, tip toeing his way over to the cot.

He was so gentle despite his somewhat intimidating form, delicately lifting your daughter, so not to wake her and left a kiss on her cheek.

She stirred, and your husband looked back at you to, silently asking if it was alright for her to wake. It was, she was due to be fed soon, so you nodded and watched Kirishima’s lips curve before holding your daughter so you both could see her reaction.

“I wonder if she’ll remember you.” It was a joke but had Kirishima’s brows furrowing a little, suddenly unsure of himself. “I’m kidding, of course she will.”

His doubts settled as he felt your arms wrap around his waist, peeking over at your daughter from his side.

Her little hands had clasped onto kirishima’s thumb as he rocked her softly, her eyes starting to slowly blink open till they had finally stared back at the man who was holding her.

And then she cried.

Kirishima practically yelped, holding her closer and rubbing her back. She soothed, clearly recognising the feel of her father, without seeing his face anymore. Your husband hadn’t realised that and when he went to bring her to sight again, she let out another shriek and he had to hand her over to you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, just a little, watching him pout as his own kin shied away from him.

“She’ll get used to it, promise.” You reassured, but he looked as if he didn’t believe it.

“I’ll take it all off now!” Kirishima said with an absolute certainty, on a mission to the bathroom.

“Wait!” Following along with your baby in arms, you stopped him before he could reach the end of the hall.

“What if I like it?” You said with a teasing lilt, walking over to him, your daughter still peering cautiously at the red head.

He stared at you in thought for a while, almost comically solemn as he came to his decision.

“I like her better!” He suddenly said, kissing your forehead, as if to apologise quickly, and tried to leg it to the bathroom.

You just laughed at his juvenility, slapping his arm faintly with your free hand. A grin grew on his face, wide with his sharp teeth on display, yet his expression was nothing but soft.

“Just kiddin’.” His arms came around yours, encasing both you and your daughter in a gentle embrace. “You’re both my favourite girls.”

Waaaa another dilf fic, this time kiri’s turn! Tbh I kinda wanna do this scenario with other characters because I think it would be fun. Here’s some dilf Bakugou and Izuku. This was a scheduled post so I’m not actually online rn! Hi to the future!

[bokugaos]

A Little Reminder.

length: 2.5k

tags: nsfw, kuroo x f!reader, possessive kuroo, alcohol, penetration, bathroom sex, against the door/wall, mirror, creampie, love bites, jealous sex, walk of shame

a/n: for @mrs-kuroojinguji​ ;; the mrs kuroo bc my babe is in heat in pain rn ♡ kinda an expansion of a blurb from a few weeks ago ( 〃▽〃) and bc possessive tetsu is so mf yum dammit

Kuroo Tetsurou is a lot of things.

Smart, naturally. A captain, selfless in his endeavours to bring the name of his school and fellow teammates against his rivals, some of those who are technically his friends if he could so admit. Arrogant, yes, though he’d be remiss to call himself that. Not quite boisterous, but he knows he carries a certain charm and flair.

But there is one thing that Kuroo Tetsurou is not.

And it is patient.

 He leans his forearms against the bar, peeling at the moist label that is already coming off of the cold beer bottle he is holding. He glances at his watch, exhaling heavily through his nose. He drums his fingers against the side of the dark glass. You are late.

Kuroo is about to pull out his phone to text you when, over the buzz of the crowd and the music blaring from the speakers above, he hears the door open and close. 

He glances over and bite his lip slightly when he sees you walk in. You’re wearing red—his favorite color, the dress clinging to your curves like absolute sin.

Your hair cascades over your shoulder, exposing the side of your neck and your collarbone to the stale air of the bar. You spot him and start to walk over when someone blocks your path.

Kuroo looks on, irate. He downs the rest of his beer and gets up.

He shoves past a few people on his way over to you. You are talking animatedly to a rather handsome looking guy, but from what he can gather, none of the words you are saying to him are “fuck off”. He is tall and broad-shouldered, his hair is of a color that Kuroo absolutely despises, swept in a stylish pompadour. His teeth are blindingly white. He reminds Kuroo of the newly hired interns in his office.

You actually have a smile on your face and lean in to touch his arm. Kuroo feels jealousy rush through his entire being, lighting every nerve on fire.

“Tetsu!” You greet him once he finally catches up to you. You gently touches his shoulder. “Tetsu, this is my friend. And this is Tetsurou.”

“Nice to meet you,” They shook hands, and Kuroo tried to be polite. But his neutral face always holds a hint of annoyance, so he’s not sure if he’s being convincing in the slightest, not that he cares.

“Do you mind if he joins us for drinks?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

Kuroo bites back a groan as you gaze up at him with those eyes that he can never refuse. “Fine.” 

You squeeze his hand appreciatively and the three of you find an empty booth to sit in. Kuroo moves to go sit next to you, but the other guy is quicker, and slides into the seat beside yours, forcing your own boyfriend to sit across from you. 

Your friend orders a round of drinks, and Kuroo sits there nursing his beer as the other man intrudes on what’s supposed to be time that you and him are supposed to have alone together for the first time in weeks.

—

Kuroo Tetsurou is many things.

Jealous is definitely one of them.

He watches as this man he doesn’t know wraps his arm around your waist in what is supposed to be a jovial sideways hug, but it doesn’t escape his notice that his hand lingered on you a moment too long, traveling southbound to rest on your ass, and that he leaned in a little too close.

Kuroo’s fingers grip onto the beer bottle, and he imagines it closing around the other man’s throat. Not that he’d ever actively try to hurt a lesser man outside the court, but the thought makes him feel better, at least.

Your friend leans over and whispers something into your ear and you laugh, the slight bounce making your skirt ride a little upwards, exposing even more skin. That is the last straw.

Kuroo slams his beer bottle against the table and both you and the man jump in your seats.

“Didn’t you say you need to use the bathroom to freshen up?” Kuroo asks, sounding both calm and polite. He casts a cursory glance to the other guy. “It’s your first time here, I’ll show you where it is.”

You nod and nudge your friend to take his hand off of you. Kuroo grabs you by the wrist and drags you toward the back of the bar. He leads you over to the bathrooms, ducks his head into the ladies room, and when he sees that it’s empty, he pulls you inside and locks the door behind him.

“Tetsu, what—” 

In an instant, your back is against the door and Kuroo is pressing his body flush against yours. His lips attack your own, one hand gripping at your waist and the other sliding under your ass to hook a leg over his hip. The muffled music blasted outside, making the door vibrate. You wonder in the back of your mind if the people outside can hear you.

You moan as his tongue slides into your mouth at the same time as his groin grinds against yours, pinning you there as you wiggle against him.

You place your hands on his shoulders and gently push him back, desperate for air. Panting, you let out a short, breathy laugh. “Is something wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong,” he growls, and you hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, along with the zipper of his fly. His mouth comes to your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nibbling on it gently. “Did you like it when he was touching you?”

“Tetsu,” you pant as he sucks at the exposed skin of your neck before biting down, marking you with his teeth and sucking bruises along your collarbone. “I don’t under—”

“Didn’t know you’re such a slut.” He spits, hiking up the short length of your skirt over your hips, his rough, calloused hands sliding up and down the underside of your thigh. His lips came to hover over yours. “But I’m the only one who can touch you like this.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, barely over a whisper. You feel his clothed dick leaning against your core, your panties already soaked.

“Tell me,” he scoffs, coming in to bite at your lower lip. His hand that’s on your waist slides lower, under your skirt, and slides your ruined underwear to the side. “Do you think he can make you feel good?”

You whimper as you feel him rubbing his cock against your slick entrance, your arms are looped around his neck and grip at the back of his shirt as you try to push your hips against his. He retreats slightly, and his frown turns into a slight smirk.

“You think he can fuck you like I do?”

“No, no one else can,” you moan as he rubs his length against your core again, giving special attention to your clit with his thumb. “I’m all yours. Need you so bad, please fuck me, please—”

Before you even have a chance to finish speaking, Kuroo thrusts into you, hard, and you cry out for him to hear. His cock is big and hot, and it stretches you almost painfully as your body adjusts to his length. His lips are on yours again and he shoves his tongue into your mouth as he fucks you against the door, his hands gripping onto you tightly as you try to keep up with his rough pace. 

Your mouth falls away from his and you let out a cry as he pumps into you hard and deep, the head of his cock grazing deliciously against your walls.

“That’s right, baby,” Kuroo grunts, burying his nose into your hair to breathe in your scent. “Let everyone in this fucking bar know who you belong to.”

“Tetsu,” you gasp as his nails dig into your skin. Then his hand slides downwards, further down to your clit, and starts furiously rubbing circles against it. “S-So good—ahhh..!” 

Kuroo pulls you forward so that your shoulders are the only part of you against the door and grabs onto your hips, dragging you towards him with every forward thrust of his own. He hits you so deep it almost hurts.

“Louder,” he orders, rolling his hips just right. “Scream my name louder.”

Your head falls back and you do as commanded, screaming his name as your walls clenched hard around his shaft. He pulls out, and you thought he’s going to come as well, but instead he grabs a hold of your arm.

He leads you over to the sinks and bends you over, your arms resting against the cool porcelain. You can see him staring at you in the reflection of the mirror, his predatory gaze fixated on you. He grabs the skirt of your dress and hikes it up over your waist, exposing your shapely ass in the red lace you decided to wear that night.

Kuroo takes a second to appreciate the sight before moving your panties to the side again and burying his cock into your folds once more.

You bite back a moan as the head of his cock drags against your walls, and he strokes inside of you slowly a few times, dragging out each movement as his hands grip your ass, smoothing over the skin appreciatively.

 You watch his reflection in the mirror as he thrusts into you, taking his time. His eyebrows are furrowed, as if in deep concentration, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His cheeks are slightly reddened, almost like he’d run a great distance, and his mouth is agape as quiet grunts escaped past his lips.

He catches your gaze in the mirror and he smirks. You can’t look away, too entranced by his eyes as they bore into yours. He slams into you, causing you to jerk forward, gripping onto the sides of the sink as your breasts threaten to spill out of the top of your dress. 

“Keep your eyes on me, kitten,” Kuroo orders as he fucks you hard, the sound of skin slapping filling the small room. You nod weakly and try your best to keep your knees from buckling as his cock works you perfectly with every rough thrust of his hips. 

“Tetsu,” you reach back for his hand. “Please, I’m so close!”

 Kuroo leans forward to kiss the back of your shoulder, and brings his hand around to your clit. His fingers graze against it, and the feeling makes you twitch, but otherwise he doesn't move.

“Beg me for it.”

 Your head hangs low for a moment before looking back up at his reflection. “...again?”

He thrusts into you hard, just once, and then holds you there, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. You cry out his name.

“Please, Tetsu! I need it, I need you, please let me come, please—”

 He starts fucking you again, his speed picking up along with the roughness of his thrusts. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you whimper as he pummels into you over and over again.

“Say my name. Louder.”

“Tetsu—”

His dick pounds against you, and your mouth fall open.

 “Tetsurou—!”

“Now keep your eyes on the mirror,” he grunts as his fingers start working against your clit. “I want you to see what you look like, falling apart and coming hard on my cock.” 

Your face is flushed, your eyelids fluttering as you try to watch yourself hurtling toward bliss in the mirror. “I want you to remember that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.”

His smirk still held in your periphery, and you keep your eyes on your own reflection for as long as you can before the sensation of his hands and his length inside of you becomes too much. You come, screaming his name, collapsing against the sink as your walls flutter around him. He follows you off the edge, spilling his seed inside of you as you try to catch your breath.

Kuroo rests his forehead against your shoulder as he slips out of you. You turn to face him, adjusting the skirt of your dress before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss. 

The kiss is surprisingly gentle, in contrast with the sex you just had. His hands cup the sides of your face and stroked gently at your cheekbones as he drinks you in. Your hands run appreciatively over his chest before you slip your hands between your bodies to help tuck his now softening cock back in his pants.

“What was that for?” you ask in a quiet voice as you pull away, your thumb coming up to graze against his right cheek.

“Nothing,” he lies. “I just missed you.”

You shake your head, a knowing smile on your lips. “He’s a friend, that’s all. He’s harmless, I promise!”

“Never seen a friend act like that towards me,” Kuroo counters, glaring off to the side. You chuckle and kiss him again, wiping the frown from his face.

You turn to check your reflection and see the bruises from Kuroo’s devilish mouth littering your neck and collarbone. You move your hair away from that side of your neck, making sure that the marks are in full view, knowing full well he’d particularly appreciate it if you don’t hide the reminder he left on your skin.

“I think everyone will know who I belong to,” you grin, stepping up onto your tiptoes to kiss him on the nose. “Now, come on. I’m not doing the walk of shame on my own out of this bar. You started it, so now you have to finish it.”

Kuroo chuckles and unlocks the bathroom door. He puts arm around your waist and you exit, standing tall with your chin up as the people around you regard you with wide eyes. The music still pulses around the room, and people are still talking amongst themselves and having a good time, but there are definitely several eyes on you both as you make your way back to your booth.

This time, you slide into the seat next to Kuroo as you get back, and the aforementioned man stares at you both. 

“Sorry that took so long,” you apologize, clearing your throat. Under the table, your hand comes to rest on Kuroo’s thigh. He leans back in his seat, his arm slung over your shoulders. He sends him a grin and a wink as he follows the line of his vision to where the numerous hickeys had formed on your skin.

Kuroo Tetsurou is a lot of things.

Smug is definitely one of them.

[realpapaemeritusiv]

🔫 Tell everyone about gianni rn or I’ll shoot (it’s full of water) (just regular water but it’s like just slightly cold)

damn guess i gotta tell the world about my main boy gianni. it'll be under a cut bc its long as shit

okay so this right here

is gianni (technically gianni copia emeritus if we're going by full legal names here). we've made our own lore and i hope eventually you'll make a masterpost of it so if i write stuff later on i can include the link as a reference for anyone that might choose to read it bc honestly i think the lore that we've altered and made up is really interesting and i think people might enjoy reading it one day. anyway, onto the meat and potatoes of this.

so, with the lore that we've created, gianni is the twin brother of copia (named giorgio/gio in our lore bc honestly he needed a name and that name slaps) born to nihil and lucifer (i am 100% down to answer more questions on this bc this slaps also ik owen will def be down to answer questions about that little tidbit or it might be in the headcanon tag on their blog).

there's a bit of a branching path with him because i go back and forth between having them be raised together until they're both 10 or until they're both 5, but the constant is nihil having to send away one son to keep them safe from imperator (named cirice in our lore and will be called that for the duration of this post just to keep things streamlined). from 5/10 until his mid to late 30s, gianni worked his way up in the ranks of an abbey in italy that i think i made up. honestly, he was completely taken advantage of in that abbey, being worked to near death by the cardinals and siblings of sin (fun fact this man is a people pleaser to the max and also physically cannot take a single day off and has actually almost died from it). while literally being overworked by pure luck he managed to meet a special someone (you'll shit when you find out who it is) and starts a little sneaky relationship with them.

the person? temptesa, aka our own rain ghoul. (i'm sure owen's posted lore about it so go check it for more deets). they probably get a good year or two together and exchange rings before his beloved is sent away without his knowledge (to Linköping by pure luck where they're later reunited and i'll def expand on that if anyone wants to know more)

so he's eventually asked to return to the abbey as a cardinal (that we placed in Linköping just for simplicities sake and to have one cohesive area anytime the abbey's mentioned) and arrives back home after 25-30 years to one of 2 things

the previous papas already having been executed by cirice and prepared for the veneration of relics and everyone in the abbey absolutely depressed

or

during anti christmas :)

i haven't really taken the time to build the lore on everything that happens immediately after he's returned home, but he does continue his work as a cardinal and watching as his twin becomes papa and tours the world spreading the word of the church

UNTIL

he gets to play papa one time because his brother's way too sick to perform the ritual/show and he's the only one available who can fill the role. he literally crams learning all the songs in like 11 hours and is such a nervous wreck before that first show and he def barfs at least once before he goes on stage for the first time.

this man is a whole ass natural at being on that stage. talks to the crowd, puts his whole self into every song, and literally stays a few hours after that first show just to talk to anyone who stays after bc this man loves the fans, adores them tbh.

he finally gets his chance to be papa when gio wants to step down and focus on starting a family with his wife (who i am also 100% down to talk about later, not rn tho this is gianni time) and this man puts his entire being into being a good papa. he doesn't take a salary, pushes for the ghouls to be equal to him, defends the ghouls (and there's a ton of stuff i could talk about when it comes to him with the ghouls bc this man is lowkey a whore), and just pretty much revamps the church from the ground up and has the ghouls finally be equals to everyone else.

that's just a lil taste of gianni tbh bc there's so much more i could talk about but i gotta workshop some of it still

[imagibunny]

hey blu, i'm in need of new anime and as the only self proclaimed weeb i follow, i hope you don't mind me asking for recommendations?

aAAAAA YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLA C E

okay okay typically i specialize in magical girl animes so lets get that out of the way first yeah??

- the precure series (i Highly recommend hugtto or happiness charge, but ignore the tags for hugtto because people are Salty about the ending)

- magical girl raising project or magical girl site (HORROR WARNING FOR BOTH!!! if ur okay with blood and gore i highly suggest these, it’s hell in a handbasket and i Adore It)

- mew mew power (or tokyo mew mew! i grew up with the 4kids version but i heard the sub is better! and it’s not an anime but it’s sister (brother???) series tokyo mew mew au latte is a good read so far!)

- magical doreimi (or ojamajo doreimi! again, i grew up with the 4kids dub, but i actually watched the other seasons and i Cannot suggest this enough for hana alone)

- secret x heroine phantomirage (OKAY OKAY SO THE ENTIRE GIRLS X HEROINE SERIES IS LOWKEY A SPIN BUT LIKE?? THIS IS MY FAVORITE SEASON. IT’S SO GOOD. there’s 3 subbed episodes on youtube rn but idk where you can get the others. i just watched the raws and used context clues)

- pripara and it’s sequel/sister series idol time + kiratto prichan (NOT. TECHNICALLY MAGICAL GIRLS. but they still slap so they go here my list my rules shut up)

OKAY ONTO NON MAGIGIRL STUFF

- my next life as a villainess: all routes lead to doom! (PLEASE PLEASE WATCH THIS I CAUGHT UP ON ALL 11 AVAILABLE EPISODES IN ONE NIGHT AND I ALMOST WAS LATE TO WORK. it’s about a 17 year old otaku who died and gets reincarnated as the villainess in the otome game she was playing, and all the routes lead to her dead or exiled. basically she has to figure out how to avoid her doom flags and live a long life, it’s really good so far i’m qOq)

- hyperdimension neptunia the animation (one of my hibernating hyperfixations. as much as i will bitch and complain about the hdd forms it’s a funny anime and it doesn’t really get serious until the last couple episodes??)

- bna: brand new animal (if you have No Clue about this you somehow missed out on furry tumblr going absolutely BATSHIT. nonetheless it’s a good show with a Fantastic father/daughter dynamic)

- YUMERIO PATISSERE!! (local dumb bitch here to say this show fuckin SLAPS and it’s a cooking/romance anime??? weird combo but theres also magic baking fairies involved and lemme just say i Adore this so very much)

[rhabakoli]

Infinite White - 8

The text Fenja translates is the letter Gandalf writes about Aragorn (i think to Frodo? not sure rn), per @finnickfoxes request. And since I am a true dumbass, I actually translated it myself, instead of just look it up. But I like my version better anyway. 

Previous chapters here.

Trigger warning: space talk. Anyone disagreeing with me will be blocked. 

Taglist:@dreamwritesimagines @i-am-always-famished @marauderskeeper @superwolfchild-fan @thescarsweleave @cgn-99 @alicedopey @alwaysadreamingoptimist @atlas-of-the-world @finnickfoxes @rmwest9 (i’m just gonna tag u now, scream if you don’t want to) 

**

“So, how’s his family? Did they suspect anything?”, Maeve asked. They were carrying their trays to their usual table, finally catching up with each others lifes. 

“They are nice. A bit touchy. His uncle asked me if I know UNO, and then he kinda… welcomed me to the family?”, Fenja answered and then shrugged. 

“They have quite a low standard to meet. They’d love you.” Maeve gave her a sour look, kicking at her. “You’re lucky my hands are full.” Her friend just grinned cheekily and dodged her half-assed attack. The mensa was filled with chatter, the sounds of dishes clattering and the occasional discussion escalating. “And did they say anything about your breakdown?” Maeve sat across her, cracking open her coke and taking a sip. “No, I don’t think they know.” Fenja halted, then looked up at her roommate. “Well, I think his mom might know. But she didn’t say anything.” Mave nodded and took a bite from her lunch. “That’s good, isn’t it?” Fenja shrugged, gaze focused on her plate. “As long as I don’t have to explain it to everyone, I’m fine.” “I think your man will be glad to do it for you, if you asked.” Fenja carefully tasted her soup, trying not to burn her tongue. Then, as she processed the words, she raised an eyebrow at Maeve. “Who?” “Ragnar.” “Ah.” She smacked her lips together, blissed out expression on her face. “Goddamn, that soup is delicious.” Suddenly, her spoon came up, pointing across the table, almost threatening. “Also, he’s not ‘my man’, where even did you get that from?” “He’s not?” “Nah.” Maeve shrugged, then ogled the bread on Fenja’s tray. “Can I have some?”

**

The lecture hall was packed, every single seat taken. Some poor souls were even sitting on the stairs, eager to listen in and maybe find some validation, and inspiration - who are we kidding, mainly they just wanted to hear that it would be worth it all and it’d get better. Fenja was sitting all the way up, last row, glad to even have found a seat. Half the literature department was here, some journalism majors too. “I heard she’s only doing this, because her husband is a Ragnarsson. Otherwise she’d never have gotten the spot.” Fenja scoffed, as she pulled out pen and paper, ready to take notes. Unfortunately, her neighbours heard her and turned. “You have something to say, honey?” Her eyes grew round, she twisted in her seat and shook her head. “No, sorry, I just misheard. I thought you said she only got the lecture because her husband’s a Ragnasson.” “Well, I did.” The guy leaned his forearm onto the back of his seat, his body angled towards her, chest puffed like a bird ready to dance. His friend mirrored him, twirling her thick long hair around her finger, smirking. “Which doesn’t make sense, to be honest. She’s been holding lectures and seminars even before she’d met him, so implying she’d need the help of a rich man is not only wrong, but also degrading to her, her achievements and other authors and writers that have made it by themselves.” He wanted to throw another comment in, probably just as entitled and ignorant as his first, when Fenja raised a hand to stop him. “I’m not interested in fumbled comebacks dragged from your misogynistic fathers mouth, so, let’s leave it be, yes?” “Listen, bitch-” “You better think of a new beginning for that sentence, because I can promise you this is not going to end well for you. I know for a fact that the dean is quite the feminist, and he does not tolerate such behaviour at all. I’d pull my head out of my bum, if I were you, because your view on the world is growing a bit old, don’t you think?” He opened and closed his mouth, looked like a fish on the dry, skin flushing. His friend was looking on with big eyes, absolutely shocked anyone would talk to him like that. “You will regret this-” He finally found his voice, anger radiating off him. Fenja sighed. “Listen, you educationally handicapped amoeba. I am not going to regret this, even if it gets me into trouble. Because I know for a fact, while I will have to sit through a serious conversation on properly handling my anger, you’ll have to face an angry dean about the way you view women and I bet you’ll get to go to a couple very educating lectures, which I doubt you’ll get credit for.” They now had enough, they were storming off, the girl tutting over him, while he almost rammed into Ragnar, who took a step to the side and watched them go. “Hey.” He gestured over his shoulder, into the direction the two asshats were fleeing. “What was that?” Fenja shrugged and sat properly, facing forward. Some of the professors were gathered by the podium, talking. She tried to get a good view, but a rather tall professor was in the way. Wait. She knew that back from somewhere. Also, that manbun beat her in UNO just last week. Ragnar sat next to her, typing away on his phone, when she poked him violently. He really felt that, even through the fluffy sweater he wore. Gods, did she have pointy fingers. He hastily grabbed her wrist, holding it so she couldn’t attack him again. “What?” “Is that your Uncle?” He followed her line of sight, chuckling. “Yep.” “What’s he doing here?” “He’s teaching, princess. He’s specialized on Viking history and Nordic religions.” He laughed at her face. Her mouth stood open, eyebrows raised and her breath left her with a silent “oh.” “By the way. Auntie asked me to tell you, that she’s in town all week, and I am supposed to drag you to dinner, so you can meet her.” Now, that really got her attention. “What?” She pointed down to the podium, where a small, dainty woman assumed position and straightened her papers. “You mean that auntie? The amazing, famous author/Journalist?” “Yep.” He’d really get himself bitch-slapped one day, if he continued to play down such important, impactful events. Fenja flailed in her seat, almost falling out of it. “You can’t just - what, I -” Ragnar caught her arm, pulling her back up like it was nothing. “Calm down. How about dinner this friday. Whole family will be there.” “Is that supposed to help me? In any way?”, she asked, her tone suggesting how it definitely did not help. “Bear too.” He grinned at her, chuckling at the speed at which her expression - her whole demeanor, really - shifted. “Okay.”

Down at the podium, Gala cleared her throat and welcomed them, introduced herself and explained why she was holding his lecture. Ragnar knew all of this, he had only come up here to deliver his aunts message. But Fenja was so cute, all attentive, eager to soak up whatever knowledge his aunt decided to share. How she sat there, focused, scribbling down notes and questions for later. She did it on seperate sheets, organized and thought-out. He watched her profile, let his eyes roam over her figure, how she was wrapped into a hoodie at least two sizes too big, how she had a foot up on the seat, and an arm wrapped around her knee, leaning into it. How she ran the flat of her thumb’s nail over her lower lip, - left, right, left again - lips slightly parted. He licked his lips, swallowing and then promptly snapped himself out of it. Shaking his head over his creepy staring and suddenly, uh… not-friendly mood, he turned to watch Gala talk about the struggles of writing, writer’s block and solutions that helped in her experience. The lecture took about an hour, with a Q&A session added. Here too, Fenja listened closely, checking questions already answered and noting them down. Ragnar caught himself staring again. He always had felt the need to kinda protect her, keep her close, in his arms, but- oh boy. Oooooh. He leaned back against the chair, crossed his arms and stubbornly stared ahead, until his aunt excused them and everyone was leaving. He’d have to talk to someone about this. Crap. Someone help him. He must have made a sound, because Fenja looked over, concern on her face. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, I’m good.”

** “Okay, so, I’ve got some examples I need you to translate, please.”  Ingrid laid down papers in front of Fenja and sat. “We’re gonna implement this in the program, we need to get clear on pronunciation and grammar and stuff.”  Fenja looked down at the paper, then back at Ingrid. “That’s your example?”  “Yep.” This whole family, for real.   “Uh, you’re not gonna get accurate, actually used German that way, right?” It’s from Lord Of The Rings. The hell.  “It’s not about that, it’s just an example, a start. It’s about the words, not what it means in context.”  She nodded, then held her hand out for a pen. “You want me to do it on paper?”” Now it was Ingrids turn to shrug. “However you’d like, doesn’t make a big difference.”

It didn’t take Fenja too long to translate it, even when using old German, plush and polished words, to keep the feeling of the original. She caught Ingrid’s attention, as she put her pen down and leaned back in her chair. They were seated in the Ragnarsson library, spread all over the place with school stuff, research, Fenja’s papers for her essays and Ingrid’s paperwork for the Linguae Populi. “You wanna read it?”, the girl asked, and promptly put her chin into her hands, abandoning her work.  “Sure.” Fenja cleared her throat and took a deep breath.   In a sure, but soft tone, she read aloud:

“Nicht alles das Gold, funkelt; Nicht alle die wandern, verloren; Alt und stark nicht verdunkelt; Wurzeln in Tiefe nicht erfroren; Feuer aus Asche entsteht, wie Licht entspringt dem Schatten; Soll zerbarste Klinge nun heilen, Krone wieder auf Königs Haupte weilen.”

Fenja felt slightly uncomfortable under Ingrid's attentive gaze; she raked her fingers through her hair and looked down at the paper. “It's probably not perfect, and certainly not even close to the original translation, but I tried.” The girl stopped her immediately, waving a hand through the air and shaking her head adamantly. “no I'm sure it's absolutely fine.” “Sounded fine to me.”, Came from the door. “Dad!” Ingrid uncurled her legs, bound over to her father like a puppy and dove into his arms for a big old hug. “I didn't know you'd be home today! I thought you had a work trip to Ontario?” Ivar stroked his daughter's head as he looked down at her. “I sent your Uncle instead. Gala has some business there, so he'd have gone there anyway.” Piercing blue eyes fixed Fenja ij her seat, while Ingrid took her fathers free arm and pulled him over. “You speak german?” Fenja nodded, intimidated and shy. “My family came over during the war, and they never let anyone lose touch to their roots. They expect you to be fluent in german.” Ingrid pulled the paper with the translation over and showed him. “That's from Lord of the rings. She's a nerd.” “Then you must like her, no? Two peas in a pod?” He grinned playfully, his calm exterior and the way he bantered with his kid, put her at ease. He wasn't bad, in any way. He was just so… tall, and broad, and had this very hard and cold aura, if he wanted to. They talked for a while. Ivar asked her more about her family, if they came before the war, or if they lived through the harsh times there. Fenja tried to answer, even taught him a couple of words and phrases when he asked for it. Turns out, the big bad Ivar Ragnarsson was a very curious and eager-to-please puppy dog. Now it was obvious, where this part of Ragnar came from. Those two were so much alike.

**

Ragnar was minding his own business, concentrating on his work, as a body fell into the spot next to his and a phone was shoved into his face. “LOOK AT THIS!” He did. “What am I looking at?” Fenja grinned, eyes alight with excitement, her whole body vibrating with restless energy. “That's a photograph of a black hole!” She sounded so proud, you'd think she made it. Without having to prompt her, she started into an extended rant, explaining how and when, how big it was (very), and how she really wanted to go visit it (so damn much), and how it looked like Sauron’s eye (It really did, wow), and ‘what if there is some kind of alternate universe where hobbits exist and the black hole is actually a way to go there, or to look into other universes?!’ “You want to visit a black hole.” “Yep.” “You think it’s a way to an alternate Hobbit universe?” “Yep.” Ragnars eyes were skipping over her face, taking in the scrunched nose as she smiled, the tousled hair from her run over, the healthy color of her face, the twinkle in her eyes. She was so cute, this excited. So open, so warm. It was a glimpse of how she could have been, if her parents had survived; she'd be way less inclined to shut others out. He also noticed how close she was. Her arm was wrapped around his biceps, her front pressed into his side as she leaned against him, essentially hugging his arm, while she was still holding the phone up, her elbow on the desk in front of him, his forearm trapped under hers. “You’re crazy.”, he shook his head.  “That’s my best personality trait, that are you talking about?” “But I’m coming with you. No way you’re gonna survive there. Either you’ll eat yourself to death, or you set one foot there and collide with some monster.”  “It’s settled then.” She let go of his arm, laid her own arms and head on the table, face towards him. “Now the only things left are contact with aliens and society’s realization regarding Pluto’s wrong degradation from planet status.”  Ragnar knew better than to dive into that discussion. She was very passionate about space. Instead, he plucked a hair hanging from her lashes.  “But what if there are no aliens?”  Okay, he was weak. Don’t judge.  Fenja groaned, but didn’t move much. “People who honestly believe that we are the only ones out there, are either very stupid, ignorant, or just plain scared. I can respect scared cucumbers, because that means on some level at least they agree that we can’t be alone, that’s just not logical.”

They fell into a comfortable pattern, Fenja ranting, Ragnar working. Sometimes it was the other way around, sometimes it was almost completely silent between the two of them. It was like a bubble, a safe haven on campus. Other students usually tended to avoid the two of them, because rants could happen just about any time, and those two got really passionate, including flailing arms and sometimes even thrown pens. So, their table was a corner-table, but other than them, there were no others in close vicinity. 

No one wanted to be part of… whatever they had.

**

Part 9

[nyxi-styx]

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+ No warnings. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Gabriel Characters: Dean Winchester x Gabriel Additional tags: Spite S*x, Angry S*x, Hate S*x, Okay maybe not hate but strong dislike, lots of tension, improper prep, improper preparation, almost no preparation, oral s*x, rough oral s*x, bl*w jobs, face-f*cking, deepthr*ating, rarepair, one shot, plot what plot/p*rn without plot, p*rn with an extremely vague plot, Gabriel is a mouthy little asshole, d*ggy style but standing up, anal s*x, rough anal s*x, spite Words: 1305

Summary: Alternatively... I Don't F*cking Like You, But I Like F*cking You Dean's had enough of Gabriel's mouthy attitude and decides to take him down a peg to relieve some tension.

A/N: I do not, have never, and will never ship Dean and Gabriel. There's nothing wrong with people who do. Ship what you like. I'm just a die-hard Destiel and Sabriel fan (as separate entities, not Team Free Love). Anyway, my brain supplied this idea today and I kinda like it. So this fic is entirely self-indulgent and written kind of spur of the moment, so it's not as great as I could have made it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it :)

Oh, and I imagine Gabriel has an attitude in this because he's molting, but I didn't have a way to work it in organically

Remember, if you REALLY like it, you can reblog it! Not just like it! ;)

 “Go f*ck yourself, Gabriel!”

 “Yeah? Why don’t you do it yourself, coward?”

And that was the last straw. That was how they ended up… here, naked in Dean’s bedroom, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Gabriel had been mouthy all day. Dean knew that letting him move into the bunker, become “a part of the team”, was a bad idea. And here they were, two weeks later, Dean being proven right. Dean wished he had a dollar for the number of times he’d told Gabriel to “shut the hell up.”

Today, however… today, Dean’s patience had worn thin. He was at the end of his rope. Gabriel had mouthed off about anything and everything. Even taking digs at Dean’s sex life.

“Oh, you think you know everything because you worked in porn? I was the best night of Lisa’s life when I was      nineteen    . How long did it take you to get it right, wings?” Dean folded his arms defiantly, standing his ground.

“In just enough time to headline the entire Casa Erotica series. Yeah, that’s right, hot shot: I fucked your dream girl. And let me just tell you that Carmelita is just as sweet as caramel,” Gabriel fired back with a smirk and a wicked glint in his eyes.

That struck a nerve. That’s when Dean told Gabriel that he could go fuck himself and Gabriel dared him to.

Dean approached Gabriel, invading his personal space. Gabriel just barely backed up with each step. Sort of a strange tango until Gabriel was pressed against Dean’s bedroom door. Dean turned the handle and shoved the door open, glaring at the archangel as they continued their odd dance. “No kissing,” Dean insisted. “I don’t like you. There’s no feelings here. We both know what this is.” He closed and locked the door behind them, peeling off his flannel and T-shirt. He opened the fly of his jeans. “I’ve got a better idea of what to do with that smart mouth of yours.”

Without even a second’s hesitation, Gabriel was on his knees before Dean, waiting. Once Dean freed his cock, Gabriel took a second to admire it before taking the very tip between his lips and teasing the slit with his tongue. Dean grunted in affirmation and pushed his jeans and boxers down to this thighs before pushing his fingers into Gabriel’s hair.

Gabriel took pride in his work, and oral sex was no different. The fact that Dean was so well-endowed, ensured that he would be doing his absolute best and having a blast at the same time. Slowly, he began to take Dean’s cock in deeper, working his tongue against the head and beginning to open his throat. Dean moaned openly once Gabriel took him all the way to the base, his nose buried in Dean’s pubic hair. “Fuck. That’s right. Use that mouth the way it was intended,” Dean encouraged.

Slowly, Gabriel pulled back, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks as he did. Dean moaned yet again. He was good; there was no denying that. Gabriel reached up, grabbing each of Dean’s ass cheeks in his hands and pulling him in again. Dean took the hint and made a fist in Gabriel’s hair as he began slowly pumping his hips while Gabriel sucked, drooled, and massaged the length with his tongue.

Dean was almost euphoric. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten head this good. He moaned as he thrust eagerly into Gabriel’s mouth and throat. The guy took it like a champ, he had to give him that. When Dean felt himself beginning to approach the edge, he yanked Gabriel off of his cock. “Enough. I’m not gonna come before I fuck you. Get on the bed.”

Gabriel licked his lips and climbed to his feet, stripping his clothes off as he headed for the bed where he sat naked, stroking himself and waiting for Dean. Dean pushed his clothes off the rest of the way and walked to his night stand, pulling on a condom and coating himself with lube. He approached Gabriel. “On second thought. Stand up and turn around. Hands on the bed.”

The archangel made a show of rolling his eyes, but did as Dean had asked, presenting his perky little ass willingly. “Come on, Winchester. I don’t have all day.”

“You’ve got a lot longer than I do,” Dean shot back. “Thought I told you to shut up?” He lined his cock up with Gabriel’s entrance. “Hope you’re ready because I don’t care about your comfort enough to wanna wait to stretch you open.”

In retaliation, Gabriel pushed himself back on Dean’s length, hissing slightly at the stinging pain that quickly faded to pleasure once Dean was all the way inside. “It hasn’t been that long. I have a high pain tolerance besides.”

Dean reached forward and pressed his hand over Gabriel’s mouth. “I’ve had enough of you talking.” His free hand gripped Gabriel’s hip tightly as he slowly pulled back. Feeling ever defiant, Gabriel licked Dean’s hand to try and be freed. Dean just chuckled. “Nice try. But I like it freaky like that.” He snapped his hips forward, earning a muffled moan. Gabriel changed tactics and shifted his head up, biting the side of Dean’s hand, into the meat between his thumb and index finger. Dean hissed, but it didn’t stop him. He continued with a few agonizingly slow thrusts before finding his rhythm and thrusting into Gabriel with abandon.

Expertly, Dean had angled himself to hit Gabriel’s prostate with every other thrust and his pace was punishing: hard and fast enough to cause them to both sweat and revel in the dissonance of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Dean’s fingers were creating bruises in Gabriel’s hip, and Gabriel’s teeth were leaving deep red indents in Dean’s hand and neither of them stopped.

Using the bed as leverage, Gabriel pushed himself back into every single one of Dean’s rough thrusts as if they just weren’t enough and he needed more. Dean groaned between panting breaths. “Fuck--” He reached around to stroke Gabriel’s cock in time with his thrusts. “This isn’t me being nice. This is me rushing you along because I’m about to come,” he growled, barely audible over Gabriel’s moans and the wet, smacking sound of their desperate, anger-fueled fucking.

The last few moments were a blur as the pleasure built for both of them, Dean’s mind going hazy and numb and Gabriel squeezing his eyes shut. Dean’s thrusts became arrhythmic and slower as he approached his orgasm and tried to hold back. Gabriel groaned against Dean’s hand as he came, unloading onto the bed and floor in front of him. His cock twitched and throbbed in Dean’s hand.

Displeased with this, Dean moved his hand from Gabriel’s hip to his shoulder and tugged the archangel back onto his cock a few more times with no consideration for his hypersensitivity and raw hole. Finally, Dean came hard, spilling into his condom deep inside of Gabriel’s ass with a more-than-satisfied groan. Once they’d both caught their breath, Gabriel detached his teeth from the hunter’s hand and Dean pulled out of him slowly.

Dammit, if that wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had, Dean thought to himself, helluva way to release tension. “I’ve had better,” he lied as he peeled the condom off and tied a knot in the end.

“Yeah, it was just alright,” Gabriel retorted, though he was still flushed from head to toe as he stood upright. He has no business being that damn good. And we’re never doing that again, Gabriel told himself. He turned and looked Dean over, who was already getting dressed. Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well? This isn’t cuddle time. Get dressed and get the fuck out of my room.”

[kwonlatte]

cola boy; woozi

lee jihoon;

a small, petite guy. rather deadly, 18 years old. light, blonde hair, and is too cute for his attitude. he has a love-hate relationship with oversized clothings, because while they are as comfortable as one would imagine sitting on a cloud to feel like, they made him look smaller than he actually is. his love for cola frames the basis of this story.

now, when lee jihoon is buying another extra large cup of his favorite drink, a young lady-who seems to be extremely health conscious-happens to be right behind him. having overheard his order, she taps his shoulder. "hey there, couldn't help but overhear your order, dont you think its a little too much sugar?"

timecheck, 11:24am. now, lee jihoon is not a morning person, and having someone question the amount of sugar in his favorite beverage, is definitely not his cup of tea. he glares at the lady, "and is it any of your business?"

"woah there, i was just trying to help, diabetes is no fun, maybe its time to watch your sugar intake, and to be honest, i love cola too, but at least make sure your intake is reasonable."

now meet park minhee;

a beautiful young lady, jet black collar-length hair, dreams to dye it ash grey, 18 years old. has an unhealthy obsession with korean "ulzzang" as she claims they are 'aesthetic™' her fear of diabetes adds on the basis of this story; and is also the main reason why she and jihoon would have ever met.

"im sorry, doctor, but i absolutely do not give two shits about whatever it is youre saying." jihoon flashed a mocking smile. "now, if you'll excuse me, i have somewhere to be and something to do, and that is definitely not talking to you about whatever the threats of diabetes may be."

"i understand, i may be annoying, but just look it up, please."

and there was something about her "please", maybe it was her wavering confidence, or maybe because she said it in such a small voice, that it was nearly impossible to hear it, but whatever the reason was, it make jihoon's heart soften. but not enough to make him turn around and continue the conversation.

quickly regaining his composure, jihoon gripped onto his cup tightly, and left the place.

meanwhile, minhee was worried, it was not as if she knew jihoon well, or was someone dear to her heart, she just did not want anyone to lose their life to diabetes. it wasnt that hard was it? just keeping watch of your sugar intake, it could save your life. for people like jihoon, it apparently was.

minhee has a insatiable love for cola too, but after that incident, she had learnt to control it, to ensure that her life would not be taken away too. so when jihoon had told her that he didnt care, (or rather, that he didn't give two shits about it), she had begun to worry, because no one deserves to lose their life to diabetes, no one.

everytime she had tried to warn someone about the risks of diabetes, they had all ended up listening, most of them, right from the start, but there a few who took some time before they did listen. minhee had never met someone like jihoon, who barely even gave her a chance, whether that was a good thing or not, we dont know.

but because of how he acted, it made her want to get the message across more than she ever did.

but, now was not the time, after all, she had to go meet soonyoung.

meet soonyoung; a 177cm tall boy, aged 18, small eyes that resemble the hands of a clock at 10.10. an incredibly handsome and passionate dancer with jet black hair (with no intentions to dye it). nicknamed "hoshi" by a few of his closest friends. loves hoodies and has a closet full of them. bestfriend: park minhee. relationship with jihoon? unknown.

now, the meeting location that soonyoung had given to minhee was far too normal judging it was from soonyoung, "pinwheel cafe".

minhee entered the café after a walk through the park. she looked around, hoping to spot soonyoung, but instead her eyes met with a familiar face she had seen that very morning. timecheck, 12:06, soonyoung was supposed to be here 6 minutes ago, she decided to drop him a message.

today, 12:07pm

min(¯―¯٥) »yo hoshh »okk but whr tf are u?? »its 12:07 »we're supp to meet at 12??1?1 »istg if ure still at home

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »okok im sorry »im almost here i swear gimme 10

min(¯―¯٥) »10 and then im leaving

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »sure i'll b thr soon so no worries.

min(¯―¯٥) »welp but do u think ure funny? »surprise! youre not !!! »so lame i might leave rn

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »leave?? »bro u aint got anyth to do

min(¯―¯٥) »ok wtv shutup and just hurry

minhee pocketed her phone and decided to approach the boy from earlier in the morning, "why hello, again."

jihoon, on the other hand really didn't need another 'lecture' about diabetes, he had tried so hard for her to not notice him, yet, to no avail.

"uh... hi," jihoon chuckled, trying to cover up the fact that he was avoiding her.

"well, you work... at a cafe... i assume thats better than eating at one, working with sugar is always better than consuming them, of course."

jihoon was definitely hoping for a conversation not related to sugar, and obviously, the odds were not in his favor. upon hearing "sugar" the tone in his voice-and so had his mood-changed for the worse. "and then why are you here, at the cafe with the highest sugar content in town, miss 'watch-your-sugar-intake'?

"okay, no need to be so rude, and i'm meeting a friend." she checked her watch, 12:15, "who should be here in two minutes time, or im leaving."

"well, if you'd like to stay here even for the two minutes, im afraid you'll have to buy a beverage, or a dessert." jihoon mentally smiled at his quick thinking which could have led to a possible raise in his salary. <a/n ik it doesnt work like this but just go with the flow>

that smile quickly faded as minhee opened her mouth to react, "oh, i see, well then, i'll just be waiting outside." minhee turned to leave when a certain black haired boy dashed into the room with sweat trickling down his forehead.

"soonyoung," minhee muttered.

soonyoung checked the time on his phone, "12:16, 9 minutes, im on time." he looked up and smiled, "oh, hey jihoon!"

"technically, you're still late. we were supposed to meet at 12."minhee turned to face jihoon, and asked, "your name is jihoon?"

jihoon motioned to the name tag clipped on his apron, "well, apparently. you know soonyoung?"

her eyes narrowed a little, "was about to ask you the same question."

soonyoung walked in between the two, "and you two know each other?"

"well yeah, we met earlier this morning when she decided to lecture me about my sugar intake."

"it wasnt a lecture!" minhee added in.

the noise of a growling stomach interrupted their not-so-pleasant conversation, it was minhee's. "hey soonyoung, im starving, lets go for lunch."

soonyoung slapped his forehead lightly, "of course! how could i forget? jihoon, whats good here?"

minhee's eyes widened in shock, "what? we're eating here? no way!"

jihoon opened his mouth in mock offense, "well excuse me, miss 'watch-your-sugar-intake', but this is one of the best restaurants in town!-except that its a cafe." minhee rolled her eyes at the name, but let him continue, "and i definitely recommend the flower burger. it has everything most bugers has, but more. its as beautiful as a flower and makes your smile as beautiful as one too."

"o-oh! i want one of that!" soonyoung exclaimed excitedly.

"does it have a lot of sugar?"

"you know, if you want the dish with the lowest sugar level, just take the healing salad."

"good idea. we'll just have that and two glasses of plain water."

soonyoung pouted upon hearing that, "plain water?"

"yes, you consume too much sugar."

ignoring her remark, soonyoung ordered 'the best drink there', the beautiful highlight.

after they had settled down at a table, minhee proceeded to question soonyoung about how he had met jihoon, leading to a rather interesting conversation.

- a/n i swear theres an explanation as to why minhee is so health conscious and also to why the way she talked to jihoon after that is in such a huge contrast to her "please". pls comment lol i love comments . ok thx ily ❤

[dreamscript]

2016 Fic Summary/Meme

End of the year fic meme for 2016!

Total word count written: 

229,736 words (~760 pages)

breakdown:

on here: 200,246 words (~688 pages)

on @inkseong: 6,060 words (~17 pages)

on @lucidscribbles: 1,621 words (~3 pages)

unpublished (in my drafts): 21,809 words (~52 pages)

Total word count published: 

207,927 words (~708 pages)

Longest posted fic:

series: The Fires Within , 31k+ and counting

oneshot: Race of Truth  , 12k, lmFAO

Longest wip:

6.1k+ The Normalcy of Thieves chapter 1 lol

Fandoms written: 

BTS, EXO, KNK, MONSTA-X, MAMAMOO (unpub), original fiction

General questions:

1. Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or what you predicted?

to be honest like sure, 300 or so pages was like wow okay that’s great i would love to write that in one year!

but then instead i go ahead and write 760+ pages waht the fuCK--

so, um, yeah, i was predicting less, a lot less.

2. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

smut. smut. smut. holy shit, listen, smut literally makes me scream and cry whenever i attempt to write it, and i’m pretty sure the me from like a year ago would attempt but fail, horribly.

((that’s the me rn tbh lmfao))

3. What’s your own favourite story of the year?

well tbh i answered this kind of in this ask, but if it really came down to it... god, this is hard...

I really did like the concepts behind the talks, is all i can say.

4. Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

smut, writing about various other touchy subjects (/coughs/ drug use, death, all that stuff). um, oh gosh. what did i learn?

that i absolutely love describing the morbidity of the dark subjects

((albeit pretentiously at times))

5. Do you have any fanfic goals for the new year?

...................loooooooool finish my requests, of course!

or at least get my current to be done list cleared out :’)

From my past year of writing…

My best story of this year:

Stories 

best?? Like the one that turned out to be the best? God, that’s hard. Let’s just say that for now.

My most popular story of this year:

Accelerate (M)

for reasons that.. well, I can understand ;)

(if ur looking for a non-smut fic, i have no idea which is the most popular. i’ve written way too much, fuck me in the ass)

Most fun story to write:

Race of Truth

for obvious reasons ;)))))))) crackfics are great in that you don’t have to really worry about things making sense, you just kinda get to go along with the flow

Story with the single sexiest moment:

this drabble 

.....I would answer with a scenario except I don’t even read my own smuts and I don’t know if I want to so I’ll just say this instead. It’s PG-13, yall.

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

this.

me @ me lmfao gurl y

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:

execute ?

hahhhhhhhh hm. idk, i typically write hoseok as some sunshiney figure and in execute he’s like a badass spy guy and i didn’t really bring out his sunshine personality as much.

Hardest story to write:

Seal

oh my god. Fake dating fics are so hard to write, wow. i think it also has to do in part that I don’t really read that trope.

Biggest surprise:

Fascination, because LOL WH At 

Most unintentionally telling story:

Stories 

Unintentionally? Well, um. Unintentionally telling story.... that’s also a hard question. The ones I can think of I intentionally incorp’d real life events inside because they were funny.

I have no idea, but i’ll just say this because I find it the most relatable as an author (and that was kind of my intention, lol. rip.)

Favourite opening lines:

“It begins with a train: clunky and steaming, weaving through the mountains, headed straight for the heartlands. Then–

A boulder.

Jagged, colossal, tumbling from the mountain peak. Fast. Ripping trees from roots, crushing the central car of the train. The train tips over, its weight lurching dangerously near the cliff, engine still running and wheels turning uselessly. Suspended in air.” 

--The Talks

“You realize a few things when you wake up, head pounding.  

1. This isn’t your room. Or any room that you recognize, for that matter. Where the fuck are you?

2. You’re really really hungry. An all-you-can-eat-buffet sounds fantastic. So does a giant cookie with a pint of ice cream dumped over it—what was it called again? A pizookie, right.”

--Realize

“‘I need help,’ you say with a groan, flopping onto the end of Yoongi’s sofa.

‘You need all kinds of help,’ he responds, not even bothering to look up from his phone. You make a whining noise, reaching over to weakly slap his thigh.”

--Attempt

Favourite closing lines: yeah not choosing one of my one-liner endings LOL

“Such a dull, ugly story you both have lived, but it does shares a commonality with even the greatest epics and legends of time–

You inhale, deep.

‘All stories end.’”

--Hunt

Favourite lines from anywhere:

“’So what’s death to you, then?’

His lips curl into a dark grin. ‘Death? Death is the ultimate party: everyone is invited, and everyone attends.’”

--The Talks

“He wonders where those dreams went, what happened to the bright eyed kid, jumpy with eagerness, itching to explore the world.

Who threw those dreams down the drain?

A twisting knot in Jimin’s stomach tightens; he feels as if he already knows the answer to that question. He shies away, hiding behind blind arrogance.

(He realizes that he may have forgotten something much more important than his textbooks and homework in the classroom.)”

--Lost

Scenes from anywhere you would have choose to have illustrated:

The beginning of Burn

The duel scene in Back

The entire Timebreaker!Hoseok drabble

New year’s resolutions...

start posting on ao3, finish my wip (hopefully), get shit done

fix my theme

be more active

make new friends

read n be happy ;)

tagged by @fanficsandnochill

it’s a bit late now but if anyone’s reading this... please do it. and tag me so i can read it

((literally like this is so great i love this thank you jaycee)