#butttttt I want to write the FUN PARTS

[faewoozi]

i win. ft hoshi x fem!reader ( 18 + MDNI )

summary: if kwon soonyoung has one hater in this universe it’s definitely you. despite having the same friend group you’re usually icy to him as you can't seem to get along to save your life. or at least that's how it appears. soonyoung though through his own curiosity discovers a truth you've tried to bury deep inside…maybe something else needs to be buried deep inside you, and it will if he gets his way.

♡ pairing: hoshi x fem!reader

♡ genre: smut w a lil plot ( growth! )

♡ word count: 9.5k

♡ this work feats: hoshi being annoying lmao, reader also being annoying. fingering, protected piv sex ( proud of myself for that one), oral ( receiving ), lots of descriptions of lady parts, there is a LOT of swearing in this one. some mild jihoon flirting too. let me know if I missed anything.

a/n: feel free to judge me for that summary because I deserve it lmao. as an aries i got that dawg in me so i'm probably just as competitive as hoshi. which is probably why reader is a lil petty. i could not imagine the chaos unleashed upon the world if hoshi could read minds in reality. anyway i'm having a ton of fun writing in this weird little universe. I think I was going to write Jun next butttttt there's a part two to this one specifically. Yes it is woozi x reader x hoshi why do you ask? I haven't revealed what Woozi's ability is yet either so it's gonna be fun! also time travel, campus radio dj!vernon is coming too because i've started working on that one as well.

“Is Soonyoung coming?” You found yourself asking despite already knowing the answer. Seokmin had finally come out of being stuck in his girlfriend’s armpit and actually wanted to see his friends for once. He had recently scored his first big paying theater gig and wanted everybody to come out and celebrate tomorrow. That meant you of course…but also…Kwon Soonyoung.

“Y/n he’s one of my best friends. I can’t not invite him. He even taught me to dance, I doubt I’d be scoring these kind of roles if he hadn’t helped me.” Seokmin replied in exasperation, but he was pouting. This wasn’t the kind of thing you could turn down without hearing about it every single day or your life with Seokmin.

“Fine. I’ll come with Jun, stay for an hour but the moment he starts up with me I’m gone.” You said in irritation, already regretting the idea that you'd be in a room with him.

“You know that old saying right? He’s only messing with you because he likes you. Or maybe because you started it. I don’t know, it’s kinda hard with Soon he doesn’t know what the high road is. If someone’s mean to him he takes that as a personal challenge to either get them to like him or to hate him more.” Seokmin responded and you frowned.

You knew all too well how irritating you could be but you didn’t start it. Soonyoung started it the moment he called you dour and boring — unprovoked no less! You'd been minding your business and no you were never interested in involving yourself with the weirdness Soonyoung got up to. That didn’t make you boring, it made you sane. So it was fuck him until the end of time. Or that’s what you were trying to project anyway.

“He started it. I’m just finishing things.” You snapped and Seokmin feigned hurt. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I said I’d come okay. That’s all you’re getting out of me. I do not have to be happy about it at all.”

“That’s…not nice. But I won’t complain. It’ll be fun. Lots of drinks, he won’t even know you’re there.” Seokmin said patting your shoulder gently.

You scoffed at Seokmin. “That’s what you said last time when we did that birthday dinner for Hannie and within five minutes we were arguing and I was about to hit him over the head with a fire extinguisher and go to jail.”

Seokmin couldn’t fight back a grin. “Oh yeah you did almost kill him that night. I forgot that’s why we stopped inviting you both to things. But you know what? After that night he told me he doesn’t really think you hate him. He was really freaked out at first. He said he’s always able to win everyone over. But not you, but then I don’t know…the next morning he was all happy. He said you didn’t actually hate him. You were just keeping up appearances, being tsundere or whatever.” 

You sighed. “That’s because he lives in la la fucking land and doesn’t understand boundaries and reality. This is why I really don’t want to go.”

“Wow, so you mean it? You’re going to miss out on such an important event in my life because of one guy? Kwon Soonyoung of all people? He can dictate your whole life like that?”

You let out a groan. “Hey don’t use your shitty psych electives on me. I’ll go. But like I said one hour and then I’m gone.”

It took around forty five minutes for Soonyoung to figure out you were at Seokmin’s party. Longer than you anticipated but still right at the hour mark nonetheless. Which meant it was time to go, except you literally had no idea where your ride was. One moment you and Jun were dancing, giggling with one another and then the next he was gone and somehow Soonyoung was there. He had a wicked grin on his stupidly cute face and the grin was only growing wider.

The intensity of the urge to hit him and then kiss him was stronger than anticipated no doubt due to the fact that you were two red solo cups in with whatever jungle juice Mingyu threw together. That is what also made Soonyoung infuriating. Not only did he annoy you to no end but he had the nerve to be so enticingly attractive and sometimes hilarious while he did it, which made it hard to be his number one hater a title you took even more serious than your grades at this point.

“You come to parties now?” He asked, hiding his grin against the rim of the cup in his hand.

“Why are you talking to me?” You responded in irritation and he lowered his cup slouching against the wall to face you fully.

“You’re always so bitchy with me. It’d be annoying if I didn’t know you think I’m cute.”

Heat flooded your face for just a moment. How the hell did he know that? You never told anyone...well maybe Jun, glancing at him though he had the same shit eating grin he wore when he felt he was right or winning at something. And a good portion of the time he was wrong. He was saying this to get you riled up no doubt, just throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks so he could use it against you at some point in some awful embarrassing way.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Funny, I thought you’d gotten past your delusional phase.���

Soonyoung leaned in closer his breath ghosting against your ear. “I’m practically shit faced but I know for a fact you want to ride my dick.”

This caused actual laughter to burst out of you. He was definitely drunk, and definitely trying to get under your skin. He usually went the obnoxious route, seducing you or whatever this was seemed to be a new trick he was trying out. You had no doubt that if you admitted it he’d personally make a website dedicated to the fact just to embarrass you. Or he'd rent out the band or something to broadcast it to everyone. Either way you weren't biting. “Soonyoung, you’re drunk. Get away from me.”

You started to walk away but he took hold of your arm pulling you back. Taking in the look on your face he immediately let go and took a step back. But he was still smiling, and it wasn’t his shit eating grin. This was something else. This was a smirk, a knowing — you didn’t like the look of that at all. Which is probably why you even bothered engaging him. The last thing you wanted was for him to think this was a conversation he won.

“Look whatever you think you know you’re wrong. Once back in sophomore year I think I told Jun you looked cute at the talent show. You had on leather pants — it was cool to see you dance because that’s the only time that night you weren’t talking and you weren’t fucking being the bane of my existence. The Y/n of now is wildly different and understands that leather pants, good dancer or not, you’re the absolute worst.” You said with a nonchalant shrug.

But that didn’t deter him at all. He looked bemused, utterly unconvinced by what you were saying, which seemed to infuriate you in your drunken state more. He should be wanting to argue, not just standing there smiling and looking completely rideable as he so helpfully pointed out. His grin widen. Shit. Did you say that out loud?

“We should make out.” He said in reply.

“Why the hell would I do that?” You asked in disbelief.

“Proof. If you don’t want me. Kiss me. I’ll be able to tell.”

You scoffed. “Fuck that. I’m going to find Jun.” You weren’t being baited into weird  Soonyoung shit. This is why the two of you didn't hang out. Being his friend was akin to majoring in getting into nonsense, something you had no interest in. You begin weaving through people at the party in search of your friend. But Soonyoung was right behind you.

“See this is the response of someone who definitely wants to fuck me. I mean you won’t kiss me because you know it’ll mess with you and I’ll be able to tell. A great philosopher once said that sometimes two people have to have sex to solve their problems.” He downed the rest of his drink and tossed the cup absentmindedly, accidentally hitting Chan in the head who was striking out with some freshman in his chem classes.

“Ow what the — ah shit Soonyoung leave Y/n alone we agreed that if you came you would back off we cannot have the cops show up again.” Chan said rubbing his clearly fine head.

“I’m not bothering you am I?” Soonyoung asked glancing at you.

“Yes you are go away.” You replied, standing on your tiptoes in search of Jun who was tall and should not be this hard to see.

“Said like someone who definitely wants my cock in their —“

You turned, grabbed Soonyoung by his face and smashed your mouth to his. This was supposed to prove a point, it would shut him up, there were witnesses to see that you had absolutely no interest in him — except for the part where his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against him. And the part where his tongue was in your mouth and he tasted like something sweet ( but also like alcohol). Oh and the part where it was an achingly good kiss. A kiss you needed to stop.

“Finally.” A voice that sounded suspiciously like Seungcheol.

“It was so annoying watching them bicker.” Wonwoo definitely.

“God I wish that was me.” Awww Chan.

But nope. This had gone on long enough. You had an image to uphold. You pulled away from a semi dazed Soonyoung and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Then you spit on the floor.

“Hey! I live here!” Mingyu exclaimed in mild horror pushing through the crowd.

“Fuck that was so bad. Is that really how you kiss?” With such soft lips and gentle swipes of his tongue?

“Uh, yeah, I guess so. No one's complained before.” You frowned and then let loose a condescending laugh.

“Just shows the quality of the people you date.” You nearly shouted through your laughter.

“Hey!” An offended voice rose from the crowd but you didn’t see who.

Soonyoung stared at you. He stood there silent for nearly a full minute. The room held its breath wondering what would happen, Mingyu had his phone out like the cops were on speed dial and then Soonyoung stepped as close to you as he possibly could and bent slightly,  lowering his voice so that only you could hear him.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. You’re going to want my cock in you every single night. And because I like you so much I’m going to give it to you. Then you can have my soft lips and gentle tongue whenever you want.” He pressed a kiss to your mouth briefly and then he walked away disappearing into the throng of onlookers.

Suddenly Jun was at your side. “Oh my God are you friends with Soon now?”

Fuck Kwon Soonyoung. And not in the fun sexy way he wanted. But in the fuck him and his dog and his mom’s dog too kind of way. Because he had upended your brain. Who did he think he was declaring such filthy things to you at a party and then kissing you? And what was wrong with you? Because you found something thrilling and attractive about replaying those words over and over in your mind. Enough that occasionally at night your hand slid between your legs with them ringing in your ears.

And how did he know to say exactly what you thought of your first kiss? Soft lips and gentle tongue —- he nailed it. Just like he said he would. Somehow he’d discovered in that kiss that maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you said. He could have some endearing qualities but then he’d do something to infuriate you again, or maybe that was just easier than the alternative, actually trying to be his friend.

Maturity and growth were not welcome visitors in your life at the moment. You enjoyed the version of yourself that got to be petty and childish around him. Maturity would mean confirming what Seokmin said the other day but applying it to yourself. Maybe you messed with him because you found him attractive? Growth meant setting aside your stale grudge and actually attempting to be normal with him. But after the party? Those words? His declaration? He couldn’t win. He would be insufferable otherwise. There would be no giving in, Soonyoung simply could not come out of this victorious. You wouldn't let him.

“He’s the most competitive person we know. He’s going to make good on whatever he said. I know you know this.” Jihoon said as the two of you walked across campus to the library. No one knew what Soonyoung had actually said to you, they just knew he got quiet, which meant whatever he said required action. Soonyoung only got quiet when he was serious and he needed to strategize.

“Right, but Jihoon I know he confided in you. He tells you everything. Just say what you know and help me.” You pleaded.

Jihoon shrugged. “He only said that he wanted to ask you out. Shua told him you liked that Cuban place we went to a few weeks ago. That’s it.”

You looped your arm through Jihoon’s giddy at knowing this information for two separate reasons. Kind of cute he was seeking out advice from mutual friends to ask you out. Also good to know so you could turn him down and shatter his little pea brain, and ruin his plans of catching you off guard. You would not be swept off your feet and into his bed.

You and Jihoon continued across campus towards the library and Soonyoung came into view. You did a quick once over of him before taken sudden interest in a few people passing out fliers. As always he looked infuriatingly handsome. He approached both of you, his eyebrow raising at your interlocking arms.

“Y/n. Jihoon.” Soonyoung said. He seemed normal, laid back even, despite the fact that the last time you spoke or saw each other was over a week ago at the party. You’d been avoiding most other places you might go socially, usually going to third wheel with Seokmin and his partner when you needed social interaction. But definitely not Mingyu and Wonwoo’s or with Chan and Seungkwan. That was asking to run into each other.  And who knew what he’d do?

“Soonyoung, should we talk about the party? Did I hurt your feelings?” You were trying to keep your voice sincere.

“We can talk about it if you want? And my feelings aren’t hurt, they’re…well you already know how I feel.” Soonyoung replied with a sly grin.

“I thought that was a joke and you were drunk. We don’t even like each other, why would we take something like that serious?” You said dismissively and Soonyoung burst into laughter.

“I don’t joke about where I stick my dick.”

“Yep I’m gone.” Jihoon untangled himself from you and immediately turned in the direction you came from walking off.

You took hold of Soonyoung dragging him away from the front of the library and open ears. “Thank you so much for broadcasting that in front of Jihoon.” You hissed and Soonyoung just shrugged.

“He’s my roommate he knows more about my sexual history than anyone. He doesn’t care.” Soonyoung said waving the thought of Jihoon off, and then a dangerous gaze settled over you. “Wow, you look really fucking good today. Did you do that for me?” You scoffed. So maybe his words from the party got you a little riled up, but he was taking this too far. You dressed for yourself and yourself only. You would never consider in a million years whether Soonyoung liked something you wore.

“This has got to stop. This is worse than us trying to kill each other.” You declared, but Soonyoung stepped closer. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, his fingers brushed delicately against exposed skin. You fought to keep your breath steady, why was he so close?

“Oh. So that’s what it is. You like when I touch you.” The words escaped his mouth like a revelation as he glided a finger against your neck and then beneath your chin. He tilted your head upwards to look at him. “Soonyoung 1, Y/N 0 and simping harder than I’ve ever seen.”

Your hand shot up smacking his away from you. He would not move you, it didn’t matter that he looked as good as he did. It didn’t matter that his touch was sending little shivers through you. Your face remained neutral, but a slight smile begin to edge onto it. “If you’re keeping score then I’m going to actually have to start playing the game.”

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow at this. “Meaning?”

“You think the way to winning this —- thing that occurred at Seok’s party is by trying to seduce me. I get it Soonyoung, you like watching me squirm because it gives you the upper hand in our never ending power struggle of who hates who more but I haven’t been playing. I don’t think you could handle it if I did.” You said coolly, watching his expression shift. His jaw set and you could tell his competitive nature was kicking in.

“I’m pretty sure I could handle whatever you throw at me just fine. And this isn’t a game Y/n, since kissing you at the party, I don’t know. Something changed. I know it has in you.” Soonyoung responds but you’re having none of it. You know him, you’ve known him for years and whatever this is, Soonyoung will slip up sooner rather than later. He’s not being sincere in anyway, when has he ever been?

“Fine. Then consider the score reset. Soonyoung 0 and Y/n 0. We’ll see who wins.” You gave his chest a harder than necessary pat and then headed into the library confident that if you start throwing a few moves of your own his way this whole entire thing will collapse in on itself and you could return to how things were meant to be. Mutual dislike between the two of you, no sexual tension at all.

Soonyoung was winning. He was definitely winning. There wasn’t a move or a fake flirt you could do that he didn’t have a response for. The other night while getting tacos with Seungkwan and Chan you had the brilliant idea of casually sitting in his lap. You just knew it would absolutely throw him off his game. Chan and Seungkwan’s heads nearly exploded from it, but Soonyoung wrapped an arm around you and then attempted to feed you as if it was something you did everyday. He wasn’t even flustered. He didn't even break his stride in making fun of Seungkwan, you were just in his arms and then you had to sit there so it didn't look like he had completely bested you. Which he had.

Tonight would be different you declared. Your uni had gotten into the playoffs for the baseball season. It was a huge deal for your friends since Mingyu and Seokmin were both playing. You'd only been at the game twenty minutes when Soonyoung sat next to you after bribing Jun to move with ice cream and a bag of cotton candy. You'd been on your guard immediately. But Soonyoung was doing what he had the other night with the tacos. Acting as if all of this was normal. He bought all your favorite concession snacks, he made you take two pictures with him and his hand kept casually groping your leg like you were on a date. You were so confused by the whole thing you just drifted along unsure how to respond. You certainly didn't want to argue with him and ruin the night for everyone since this was such a big deal.

“Have you ever considered that he might be telling the truth?” Jihoon asked later that night at the game as you two stood in line for the bathroom. Soonyoung offered to escort you but you forced Jihoon up and out of your seats faster than you thought yourself capable. “I get that he’s…excitable but when he’s serious about something he can change drastically. This wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Do you even hear yourself? We don’t like each other. We’ve been fighting since high school. I didn’t even know he’d wind up here. If I did I would’ve gone to my second pick almost immediately to avoid him.” You groan and Jihoon looks as if he wants to be anywhere but having this discussion with you.

“Have I mentioned before that I don’t like getting in the middle of things like this? Especially when it comes to Soonyoung he’s intense.” Jihoon offered and you began to pout.

“That is so unfair. Everyone is on his side. Maybe he’s serious y/n, maybe he’s just tired of bickering, maybe he isn’t as petty as you think. Bullshit. All of you.” You said jabbing a finger at Jihoon who furrowed his brow and craned his head away from you like you were crazy.

“Wow. You two…are a lot alike. That’s mildly terrifying. Anyway, fine hypothetically if I was on your side what would you want me to do?” Jihoon asked, his tone full of regret as you began to smile.

“Flirting with him isn’t working. He just flirts back and it seems to confirm this idea that I like him, whatever. So I’m going to completely burst his bubble and flirt with you.”

Misery overcame Jihoon’s face. He opened his mouth to protest but you were already shaking your head. “Too late. We’re flirting. Try and make the reactions authentic.” You say getting ready to disappear into the bathroom.

“And if I refuse?” Jihoon questioned.

“I’ll tell everyone that you like holding hands. Seok, Gyu and Soonyoung especially would love learning that about you. They’d hold your hand every chance they got.”

Jihoon looked horrified but cowed. “I shared that with you in confidence and now you’re using it to blackmail me. Seriously you and Soonyoung would probably be a power couple. This is exactly what he’d do. Like shit, I’m kind of floored at how immature you both are." Soonyoung was prepared for every move you threw at him but he absolutely wouldn’t be prepared for the ones that you’d be throwing at Jihoon. It was hard to keep a diabolical laugh from bubbling out of you as you considered the thought.

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Now Soonyoung was staring daggers into the side of Jihoon’s head. At first he’d been a little confused when you both came back from the bathroom and you sat down leaning your head to Jihoon’s shoulder, who stiffened and then relaxed after a moment when it became clear his life wasn’t in immediate danger from his best friend. Then you shared snacks and you legitimately giggled when your hands bumped into each other like you were in a rom com or something. Even then Soonyoung seemed a little lost but not upset.

But then to your surprise while talking to Jihoon about music theory class, out of reflexive habit his hand came up to move hair from your face. A move that threw you off enough to blush because it wasn't in Jihoon's nature to be affectionate in anyway. Jihoon blushed too as if realizing he made an error and for a brief moment something felt …different between the two of you. But then Soonyoung shifted and when you glanced his way he was scowling harder than you’d ever seen him. Now he refused to take his eyes off Jihoon, the look of betrayal on his face was hard to miss. You found yourself feeling a little guilty, this was only supposed to amplify the pettiness between you and Soonyoung, you didn’t want them blowing up at each other over it. Jihoon hadn't actually done anything wrong.

Sighing you rose to your feet. “Soonyoung can I talk to you for a moment?” He glanced up at you and immediately his face shifted, menacing glare gone, he gave you an impossibly cute smile and stood following you out to a walkway that seemed not to have as many people milling about.

“Don’t be mad at Jihoon. You look ready to kill him. It was my idea to use him to get under your skin.” You offered, and his face grew pensive.

“Yeah I know that. You’re doing a bad job of fake flirting with him. That giggle you did earlier, your voice never gets that high pitched even when you do find something funny.” Soonyoung responded in irritation. “But his responses on the other hand —- he was totally into it. Which is messed up because he knows how I feel about you.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “Wait why do you know so much about my laugh? What do you mean he was into it? How do you feel about me?” The questions came one after another because these were all new revelations to you.

“Obviously I pay attention to you. I know Jihoon, we’ve been friends since we were kids. He wouldn’t do what he’s doing without intention. And I already told you that I want to be inside you every single night forever what is so hard to understand about that?” Soonyoung responded nearly in irritation.

“I—this is a game Soonyoung. A stupid one really. Let’s call a truce. This whole entire thing has gotten out of hand. Maybe we don’t have to dislike each other. We can actually try and be friends for once. But I don’t want you mad at Jihoon and I definitely don’t want the implications of what sleeping with you would do to my sanity.” You respond earnestly because other people getting in the middle of it was never the plan.

“I told you before. I’m not playing a game.” Soonyoung took a step closer to you and you took a step back until you hit the wall. His knee pushed between your legs until he could get as close to you as possible. His chest pressed into you, his groin against your thigh growing harder as he leaned down, his mouth capturing yours. And oh did you fold, you didn’t even try to resist. It felt impossible as his tongue pushed into your mouth. It felt impossible as his teeth nipped and sucked against your bottom lip. It felt impossible as a hand roamed across your chest, brushing against your left nipple until it pebbled under a gentle thumb. He coaxes your lips open, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth as he sucks all the breath from your body. A kiss from someone you hate shouldn’t feel this good.

His lips dust over the shell of your ear, and you shiver. And when his hand slides over the curve of your hip and between your thighs, you whimper. Your body’s torn between fear and anticipation of the pleasure he can bring you but at what cost? Your hands go up pressing against his chest to stop him. He pulls back staring at you with hungry eyes.

“What are we doing?” You whisper shout at him.

“Personally I’m trying not to cum in my pants right now while still maintaining an air of sexiness and attraction. You?” Soonyoung replied.

“I’m — I don’t know. This is the weirdest thing that’s happened to me in a long time.” You offer because he was literally just playing with your nipple. No reason to stand on pride at this point.

“Hypothetically if I knew somehow that you didn’t exactly hate me as much as you say, would you go on a date with me? So that at least this part of it makes more sense?” He asked, two fingers dancing between the two of you.

“Hypothetically? I guess that would be okay. The date I mean.” And Soonyoung grins.

“Tomorrow night. Like six or seven?” You stare at him bewildered because what else can you even say at this point?

“Sure fine, seven.” Soonyoung grins even wider, pulls you into a hug, spins you around and smacks your ass and then takes off screaming back towards your seats that you’re going on a date. Great the entire campus can probably hear him. You don’t even go back inside. That’s enough of tonight for you. That’s definitely enough Soonyoung. The moment you’re back inside your dorm your head rest against the door. Why? Why would you do this to yourself?

“So it isn’t a joke? You’re really doing this?” Vernon asked. He���d been away helping his family the past few weeks after classes and hadn’t been on campus to see whatever was happening between you and Soonyoung unfold, apparently Minghao couldn't resist keeping him in the loop though.

“Apparently. Why are you here again?” You asked rummaging through your closet for something to wear.

“When Hao told me what happened I thought he was bullshitting me. I needed to hear it from the source. I talked to Soonyoung first. This is crazy, you hate Soonyoung.” Vernon said, all teeth and gums as he laughed.

“I don’t hate him! We’ve had our differences but we’re working on them now.” You replied defensively.

“Remember when you lined his boxers with chili paste? Or that time you were on a date with that one guy and he ruined it by asking about your fungus thing you had last semester? Or last year when we had the pool party at my house and he untied your top in front of everyone and Mingyu got like en entire eyeful? Or when you shaved the side of his head while he slept with Seungkwan and he went to his dance competition like that? You guys hate each other. Did you lose a bet? Is he holding your family hostage?”

You frowned. In the the weird vortex you’d been sharing with Soonyoung for a few weeks now, none of those old things had come to mind. You’d been way too busy plotting on how to win this made up game between the two of you. But you’d forgotten how often you messed with each other and now you were suddenly contemplating if this was a good idea. You stopped what you were doing and came to sit on your bed next to Vernon.

“I forgot about that stuff. Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is a bad idea. There's clearly been too much damage done. Mingyu still can't look me in the eye.”

Vernon’s eyes went wide. “What? No, don’t change your mind! We’re just all shocked at this turn of events, well most of us. Cheol and Jeonghan said this has clearly been sexual tension the whole time but they like to pretend to be right about everything. You can’t not go. He’ll legitimately kill me if he finds out I changed your mind somehow. That wasn't even the point, it's just so unreal.”

“But this is silly. It all stemmed from this crazy idea he got in his head that I want to sleep with him and it just kept going and going. I still don’t know how he found that out. I’ve never told anyone ever that I think he’d be good in bed. But he’s a dancer it’s kind of a given y’know?” You mused aloud to Vernon who had grown super quiet. “What?”

Vernon looked conflicted, and he began to tug on his ear as he processed how he would reply. “I’m going to tell you something that sounds really, really insane. But I swear I’m not saying it without reason. Do you remember last year when Seok went missing for like two weeks and we were all super worried and freaked out?”

You nodded. His girlfriend was hysterical and spent many a night crying on your shoulder. Everyone had been shocked and terrified thinking he died or was hurt or something. What made it even weirder was that his parents had gone missing too. It had been a rough seventeen days for all involved. Seokmin had spent the last year making it up to everyone but he still wouldn’t tell you what happened. But it seemed as if Vernon knew something.

“So okay look it’s like this. The reason our friend group is so tight is because we discovered kind of early on we were all different. In a weird way. We’ve all got these abilities I guess. Y’know like X-Men and shit. So like Seok can travel to different universes. Kwan has like empathy or whatever it’s why emotions get so high in him and everyone around him. I think Chan’s is running fast or something. Mine is time travel, which I can show you but you won’t remember us having this conversation it’ll just feel like déjà vu.”

You gave Vernon a hard long stare. You had no idea what you were expecting him to say but it wasn’t anything like that. “What the fuck? Are you high?”

Vernon rolled his eyes. “Look just hear me out. Soonyoung can read your mind. You didn’t have to tell anyone about thinking he’s fuckable or whatever. He found out by invading your privacy. Probably not on purpose, he goes out of his way not to actively use it but sometimes, if someone is thinking about him hard enough he can hear it anyway. I know that sounds insane but tonight start off by thinking the worst stuff you can about him. Watch how he reacts, then you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”

After that, completely convinced he was messing with you, you put Vernon out of your room and began the process of getting ready. Soonyoung said you’d just have dinner and go on a walk or something. Nothing too serious, so you tried to keep things simple. Still despite it all coming off as a bad prank, Vernon’s words echoed in your mind. Thinking something bad about Soonyoung wouldn’t hurt anyone, you never had to admit to trying it either. If it was a prank it wasn’t one they thought out very well. You’d be more than happy to throw that in their faces later.

At exactly seven Soonyoung was at your door. He cleaned up well, and smelled amazing. Enough that you considered abandoning the date for a moment and getting back to what he really wanted. But, almost as if he could read your mind, Soonyoung had other plans.

“I know it would be super easy to just throw our clothes off and be all over each other, but I want to actually take you out on a proper date. I don’t want you to think this is just a sexual thing.” Soonyoung said before you even got a “hi” out to him. Your eyes narrowed in brief suspicion but you figured he probably saw the desire all over your face. You didn’t exactly hide it in the moment. Maybe that's how he was able to figure this whole thing out.

“Well that’s what I was expecting. Who said anything about taking our clothes off?” You asked in mild annoyance, and locked your door behind you.

Soonyoung didn’t reply, he looked at you curiously but didn’t try to prove a point. Which was for the better because your mind was already drifting to Vernon’s words. So of course you began to think of some of the more disheartening things you’d thought about Soonyoung over the years. None of which were exactly nice, that mostly had been thought of in irritation and malice to make you feel better about something rude he’d done.

The shift was subtle and had you not been looking for it you wouldn’t have noticed it. But the date started off fine. He held doors, made small talk, laughed at your jokes and made some funny ones of his own. After he paid for dinner though you found silence stretching across the table between you. He didn’t look happy, he kept shifting and glancing at you and then looking away when you caught him.

“Something on your mind?” You asked in disbelief, because his mood had changed. Just like Vernon said it would.

“Did I do something between the game and tonight? I mean — I thought maybe we were turning over a new leaf but you don’t seem…you seem to feel about me the way you always have like maybe I didn’t try hard enough. Did you not like the date or…?” Soonyoung said quietly and your heart began beating wildly in your chest.

“What makes you say that? Have I been acting different or something?” You asked.

“No, I mean I guess that’s the thing. You seem into it, but then you sort of don’t. I can’t explain it.” He said solemnly, and then he offered you a tired smile. “Whatever I’m just thinking too hard. We got what we needed out of this date right? We don’t have to take things any further but I would like to try being friends. Think I’m getting too old to be fighting with you constantly., Jihoon said it's why I keep finding random grey pubic hairs.”

You were on your feet immediately, pointing an accusatory finger at Soonyoung. “Oh my fucking God. Vernon was telling the truth. You read my mind!” You accused rather loudly, enough for a few heads in the restaurant to turn and stare at you.

“What!? Noooo are you crazy? That’s impossible.” Soonyoung said trying to pull off the worst acting you’d ever seen.

“This — you — Kwon Soonyoung!” You turned storming out of the restaurant angrily. How humiliating. How long had he been able to tell what you were thinking? Shame flooded you, some of things you thought about him you couldn’t even repeat aloud to yourself. And he knew them, this entire time! That sneaky little fucker.

“Wait! Y/n please let me explain it was an accident!” Soonyoung caught up to you, hands held up in surrender as he came stumbling from the restaurant.

“How do you accidentally read minds?” You snapped at him, unable to process that you were actually asking the question.

“At the dinner for Jeonghan when you were trying to hit me over the head with the extinguisher I was scared for my life! It took Mingyu and Cheol to hold you back and everyone was pretty sure you were about to kill me. I just wanted to know your intent because there was such hatred coming off of you, and so when I took a teeny tiny baby peek even though you were physically trying to assault me your mind was…you were thinking about how cute I was when I was scared. And that was weird….I didn’t know what to make of it. So as time went on I started paying more attention to your stronger thoughts, not invading your mind, but the ones that leak out because they’re so intense. All the thoughts you had about me weren’t violent or even that angry. You were definitely annoyed a lot but Jihoon has that reaction all the time too. I was just surprised because most of the thoughts were kinda hot.” He finished, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“How long?” You demanded stepping closer to him.

“Huh?”

“How long have you been doing this?” You clarified and he looked sheepish.

“Since last year. I never stopped after the dinner. I was trying to work up the courage to talk to you about it or ask you out but everytime we got within six feet of each other we bickered and I’d forget. It wasn’t until we were at Seok’s party and I was drunk and just kept saying what was on my mind. And then you kissed me and you liked the kiss and —“

Your face fell into your hands. “Oh my God that’s why you knew what I thought about the kiss and why you said it back to me. It’s why I could never catch you off guard with the flirting. It’s how you knew I was faking it with Jihoon! This is — fuck you Soonyoung! This was a game that would literally be impossible for me to win, because you have telepathy!” You let out a hysterical laugh.

Soonyoung looked at a loss for words. “Why do you keep saying that? It was never a game for me. For two years I’ve been trying to work up the courage to say something. When I did I was drunk and it was the wildest thing I’ve ever said but it got a reaction out of you. And I wanted that so I just kept going because we would be amazing together if we stopped fighting for once.”

You stared at him. You had no idea what to make of things now, it all seemed too much. Learning telepathy was real was already a huge ask, learning that all this time Soonyoung’s feelings had been genuine and you were too annoyed with him to see that kind of overtook the telepathy thing.

“So—what now?” You asked because you genuinely had no clue what to do or say next. Your mind was a mess, you were in shock definitely and couldn’t form coherent thought.

“You win.” Soonyoung said, taking your hand in his. “I’m the prize. Let’s go.”

Soonyoung is in the living room in just his tight briefs. Your eyes are drawn like a magnet to the outline of his cock. He’s fresh out of the shower ( he got really nervous and sweaty on the drive home ) and you’ve relaxed some from earlier with two drinks and a lot of conversation about telepathy. You’re hovering in the kitchen nursing a glass of water wondering why in the world you agreed to come back to his place with him.

“You enjoying yourself?” He asks as he catches you staring.

He crosses the room and stands right in front of you. A solid wall of muscle and sex. It’s as though he has some kind of magnetic field around him. His presence is inescapable. Once you’re in his orbit, you can’t seem to think straight. You act like somebody you don’t even recognize. Your pussy develops a mind of it’s own. He is so full of potent, raw sexuality and energy. Everything about him screams run away, but your body is drawn to him anyway.

“Who am I kidding,” he says, his voice low and deep, as he bends his head and brings his mouth closer to your ear. “I stare at you no matter what you’re wearing. So I’m no better.”

“Stop,” You whisper. You can’t do this. You cannot let this man get a hold on you, because you know he was right earlier. You would be so good together. For whatever reason, you have insane chemistry, and you can’t let him take this any further. You can’t allow yourself to have any feelings for him. That would compromise every rule you made for yourself when it came to Soonyoung.

 “I can’t stop,” he says, his voice dropping another octave. He places a hand on your hip, and your skin blooms with heat. “Believe me, I’ve tried. I need to fuck you more than I have ever needed anything in my life.”

“We can’t,” You protest, but your voice is so quiet it’s barely audible.

“We can.” His other hand is on your other hip now, and he pulls you closer to him until your bodies are almost touching. “Look at me,” he commands.

And you do it. Just like that, because he told you to. Because your body obeys him and you don’t even know when that started to happen. You blink as you stare up at him. His pupils are so wide, they make his brown eyes appear black. They are full of longing and fire and need.

“It wouldn’t work. It would be a huge mistake,” You offer feebly.

He shakes his head. “No, it wouldn’t, and you know it. Let me take you to my bed and I’ll show you exactly how much of a mistake it wouldn’t be.”

You open your mouth but no words come out. All you can focus on are his strong fingers flexing on your hips. How good they felt last night when he touched you at the baseball game. How much you wanted him to carry on before you stopped him. Your core contracts, flooding your pussy with heat and making you suck in a stuttered breath.

Soonyoung narrows his eyes at you. "I’ll make you a deal.”

“What deal?” You breathe out the words.

“Look at the clock on the wall behind me, and if I can’t make you come in two minutes, then you can go to your dorm. But if I do make you come, then you spend the night with me. What do you say?” His voice has taken on that trademark competitive edge. He’s all cockiness now. Typical Soonyoung.

You lick your lips, staring at him. You’re already wet. But under two minutes? There’s no way he could pull that off. You’ve never had anyone make you come that easily. Not even guys you were really into. And you don’t even like Soonyoung, so you can hold out, right? Besides, every cell in your body is vibrating with sexual energy. You want his hands on you. You want his fingers inside you. Just this once. Just to relieve this constant aching need in your pussy. Just once. “Okay, but when you don’t get the job done in two minutes, you don’t get to leave me hanging,” You say with a tilt of your head.

He smirks, full of confidence and arrogance. “I’ll make you come no matter how long it takes. I promise.”

“Okay,” You whisper. What the hell are you doing?

“Eyes on the clock then,” he orders. “And be honest about the time.”

“Of course,” You insist, your eyes now trained on the clock behind him, watching the second hand tick around.

“Then start timing me,” he growls. It takes him exactly two seconds to get his hand inside your panties. You place your hands on the counter on either side of you to keep yourself steady as he slides his fingers through your folds. “So wet already,” he says with a wicked grin. “

“You have one minute and fifty seconds,” You tell him as the clock goes on ticking.

“Plenty of time,” he growls as he starts to rub the pads of his middle and pointer fingers over and around your swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Pleasure skitters around your body. He presses his lips against your ear. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” You breathe, your knuckles turning white as your grip on the counter gets firmer. He’s still not going to do this in under two minutes though. But then he starts kissing your neck. Trailing his lips and teeth over your sensitive skin as he dips his hand further into your panties, pulling them down as he works his entire hand between your thighs and forces you to spread your legs wider apart. One minute, thirty-two seconds left.

“You like this more though, right?” Soonyoung whispers as he slides a finger inside you. He eases it in and out of you, and you bite your lip to stop from screaming his name and begging him for more. You’re not giving him any pointers. One minute, nine seconds. Clearly though, he doesn’t need any help. A few seconds later, he adds a second finger and your pussy coats him with slick heat and practically purrs his name.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gasps out clearly enjoying this just as much as you are. He drives deeper until he hits your G-spot and starts to massage it with his skilled fingers. Holy mother of fucking God. Fifty-two seconds. You wonder briefly if he can hear your thoughts.

“I can.” He responds with a dark laugh. “I like it. Keep going.”

“Ok,” You  moan as you wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him while he finger fucks you like he has a telepathic connection to your pussy too. Like he just unlocked expert level and completely bypassed all the others. His lips dust over the shell of your ear.

 “Your cunt loves my fingers. Wait until it feels my cock.”

“Soonyoung,” You groan as the familiar wave of an impending orgasm starts rolling through your core. Your thighs are trembling.

“Keep your eyes on the clock,” he pants as you bury your face against him.

“Yeah, clock,” You gasp as your head goes on spinning and your body starts to vibrate with its impending release. You look over his shoulder. Twenty five seconds. He’s not going to do it. He drives his fingers harder and deeper while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit. Twenty-two seconds.

“So wet. You hear that?” he questions. And you do. You hear the sound of your arousal dripping over his fingers as he works them in and out of you. Damn, he’s going to do it. Fifteen seconds.

“You’re going to come like my good little kitten so I can bury my cock inside you, too, aren’t you?”

“Fucking hell Soonyoung,” You cry out his name as your orgasm crashes into your body. He wraps one strong arm around your waist, holding you tight while he continues gently massaging your pussy as your body bucks and shudders. Your eyes roll in your head as you struggle to focus on his face. He’s staring at you. His eyes blaze with fire. But then he lets you go and walks to the other side of the room. The loss of heat makes you shiver in the cool room as you come down from the most intense orgasm you think you’ve ever had in my life. He opens a cupboard and pulls out something before walking back to you. It’s only when he’s standing right in front of you again that you see what he’s holding. A condom.

“Take off your pants,” he orders before he tears into the packet with his teeth.

 “I thought we were going to your room?” You whisper, surprised by how much the thought of him taking you to bed and continuing what he’s just started makes your entire body buzz with  excitement. He’s looking down, rolling the condom onto his cock. He looks up at you again to answer your question, his dark eyes locking on yours.

 “Oh, we are, but I need to fuck you right now, so take off the goddamn pants.”

 You swallow a thick knot of anxiety that feels lodged in your throat, but you start to slide both your jeans and panties down your thighs. What if somebody comes in here?

“Jihoon’s at a gig until late, he already told me. No one else is coming over they know we’re on a date,” he says, because that’s right he can read your freaking mind.

He wraps you in his arms and lifts you onto the lowest counter. “So this will work just fine,” he groans as he positions himself between your thighs. He mumbles something as he presses his huge cock against your opening. Your thighs are trembling.  “I’ll take this first go easy. Wouldn’t want your instinct to hit me to kick in.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before he edges the tip of his length inside you, stretching you wide. It burns, but it feels so damn good too. You wrap your arms and legs around him, burying your face against his neck as he eases in deeper. “You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

Then he takes hold of your legs and unwraps them from around his waist. “I need you to let me in, kitten,” he groans, full of frustration and impatience. He hooks his forearms under your knees, pulling your hips toward him and spreading your thighs wide open. Your heart starts beating wildly as he looks at you. So exposed and open and vulnerable, in a way you’ve never wanted to be. At least not in his presence. But the Soonyoung who might use this against you, see it as an opening to get the upper hand is gone.

“Fuck Y/n. Your cunt looks so good being stretched by my cock,” he groans, and you reward him with a moan as your pussy squeezes around him. “Just keep holding on to me,” he growls as he slides a little deeper, and wet heat floods your pussy. You cling to his neck, dragging your lips over his skin as his muscles vibrate with the effort of holding himself back. You can feel the raw power in every muscle of his body, and the fact that he’s trying to be gentle makes your heart ache. This is torture. The slow burning stretch of being filled by him is turning your brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in your body. It hurts, but it’s not enough. You need all of him.

Suddenly, you’re overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside you, until there is no space left between you both. Your pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting your lips over the skin of his neck, you smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. “I want more,” You whisper.

“More?”

“For the love of God, Soonyoung. Just fuck me,” You plead, surprised at your own words because you have never, ever, begged to be fucked before. And certainly not by a man as infuriating and hateful as this one. He curses as he drives all the way inside you. You press your mouth against his skin, muffling your cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he fills you. You try to squeeze your thighs, but he holds you open as he slides out before driving back inside. Warmth floods your core. Each time he pulls out and thrusts back in, your pussy rewards him with more slick heat.

 “Oh fuck,” You whimper in his ear as he groans in yours.

“You feel so fucking good. Being inside you… I knew it would…” He thrusts harder, and you always pass out as the crown of his cock rubs against something inside you that makes you scream in pleasure whilst also wanting to declare your undying devotion to him. Apparently love and hate really are two sides of the same coin. As the last tremors of your second orgasm pulse through you, Soonyoung whispers how pretty you are as he grinds out his own release. When he pulls out of you a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room makes your cheeks burn with heat. He pulls the condom off and tosses it into the trash can. You lean against the counter with your legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is  unfamiliar territory for you.

But then he grabs hold of your hand and pulls you with him as he starts walking down the hall.

 “Where are we going?”

“My room, kitten,” he says with a wink. “I am nowhere near done with you.”

Despite what you just did in the kitchen, you feel nervous and kind of awkward as you stand in Soonyoung’s bedroom, next to his bed with questionable tiger striped sheets. He stalks toward you, and it makes a shiver run the length of your spine. You are so out of your depth here you just might drown. He runs his fingertips over your cheek. “Why are you so nervous?” he asks in a soft, gentle tone.

“This isn’t… I don’t usually do this kind of thing,” You say, old irritation flaring.

“Have sex?” he asks with a flicker of amusement.

“With people who I don’t even like, yes,” You snap. If he’s trying to mess with you, then he can go to hell.

“There’s my feisty little kitten.” He slides his hands over your hips and onto your ass, pulling you close to him so that you can feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach. “But you have nothing to be nervous about. You already know how hard you make me and how much I want to fuck you.” He reaches for the edge of your shirt and starts to peel it off you, and you lift your arms to help him. And now you're standing in front of him completely naked. His hands coast over your back, running over every inch of skin. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he trails soft kisses over your neck. “I want to see every part of you. I want to taste you.” He pushes you back against the bed until you're lying on it. His hands slide up your thighs as he spreads them wide open until you're completely exposed to him. The look in his eyes makes your thighs tremble, and before you can stop him, his head is between your thighs and his mouth is on your clit.

He presses the flat of his tongue against you. He licks the length of your wet slit and damn near makes your eyes roll back in your head. “Fucking heaven, going to enjoy eating you out,” he murmurs before he sucks your clit into his hot mouth and swirls his tongue over the sensitive bud of flesh.

“Holy fuck,” You hiss as your toes curl and your thighs tremble.

He is so good at that. How much practice has he had? Suddenly, you don’t care. Heat and pleasure builds in your core and rolls through your thighs while he feasts on your pussy with more skill than any man his age should have all to himself. When he slips two fingers into you and starts to fuck you while he eats, you enter a whole new realm of pleasure. In fact, you think you might just have drifted onto another plane of existence. And when you look at his face, he catches your eye and winks, and you almost pass out.

He didn’t lie about enjoying this, he’s getting as much out of it as you are. You press your head back against the pillow, silencing your constant internal chatter and focusing on his magical fingers and tongue and the pleasure they are currently wringing from your body. And when you come with a breathy cry of his name, he doesn’t stop. Not even when you pull his hair and tell him you've had enough.

“I haven’t,” he purrs, wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs to hold you close to his face as you squirm. “Give me one more and then I can fuck you as hard as I want to.”

A wave of pleasure rolls over you, knocking the breath from your lungs and rendering you speechless. You're so lost in the bliss that you almost don't hear him utter the question, "What's your name?"

"What?" You murmur in confusion chasing the pleasure shooting through you,

"Name?" He ask again, his mouth vibrating against your clit.

"Soonyoung," You answer through a moan and he laughs.

"That's my name. I want to know your name." He says and you don't answer, you can't. It feels too good, your release is too close.  And only when he has wrung another mind-altering orgasm from your body does he stop. Pushing himself up and rolling on a condom, he plows into you, burying his face in your neck as he nails you to his mattress. And all you can do is cling on, with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he fucks you better than you had ever even dreamed was possible.

Afterwards you and Soonyoung lie in bed facing each other, which feels strangely personal even after what you've just done. There's the sound of a door opening and closing indicating Jihoon must be home. You have no idea how you're going to explain this, Soonyoung didn't even close his door when he dragged you in here. So now you're both exposed wrapped in his horrible bed sheets waiting for Jihoon to pass by.

"Hey remember when I told you at Seok's party I'd make you cum so hard you'd forget your own name?" Your face floods with heat, embarrassment creeping along your spine. Soonyoung just grins.

"I win."

TO BE CONTINUED.....

[greenrosepdtl-blog]

I want to thank everyone who has shown any love to the first installment of my Saltburn fic!! I am cursed with the need to work an office job so it will slow down the posting but I’ve been working on the next part and that is where all the juicy drama will take place. I needed a big sex scene to cause some existential crisis’ to our boys to get things going.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about I have it up on my page! I see a lot of people write to give one or the other 100% of the power in the relationship and that’s fun too butttttt I like to explore how it constantly switches back and forth. Felix starts with a lot of power because Oliver will NEVER directly come onto him for fear of scaring him off and loosing him. But I see Oliver as so feral and needy for Felix (aren’t we all) that I’m giving him a lot of power in the sex scenes. But then if Felix gets gay panic and freaks out, he has the power to control what happens in their relationship because Oliver will never just say enough is enough you’re not respecting me I’m OUT. Right? I feel like he’d fight it out through anything.

So the general vibe is filthy sex scenes with a vers power dynamic and some juicy drama. I’m hoping to post the next part this weekend!

[rosanna-writer]

WIP Wednesday

The next chapter of we said hello and your eyes look like coming home is kicking my ass rn BUTTTTTT Feyre's slow realization that there is no force in the world that will stop Rhys from flirting with her has been fun to write.

"I need air. Come to the roof with me?" Rhys said. "Only if we winnow," I said. I didn't want to so much as look at a staircase for a while. He took my hand without another word, and we were up there in seconds. I'd needed to see the sky, too, and hadn't realized it until I took a deep breath of salt-tinged night air. The townhouse dining room wasn't exactly small, but it was windowless. Rhys sat without dropping my hand. I glanced at the other chair, the bond tightening in my chest at the thought of sitting next to him with several inches between us. Ridiculous as it was, a wild, irrational part of me railed at anything less than touching in as many places as possible, consequences or current company be damned. Even with my shields up, Rhys knew what I was thinking. His eyes might have been dull with fatigue, but his lips twisted into a smirk as he spread his legs in invitation. "What kind of mate would I be if I didn't offer you the most comfortable seat in the house?" he purred. Under the Mountain, I'd thought the flirting was nothing more than a desperate attempt to claw back a sense of normalcy, a strategy to keep us both from breaking. Perhaps that wasn't exactly false, but I was beginning to suspect that Rhys really was just that shameless about it all the time. "Comfortable because it's soft?" I said drily, even as I let him tug my hand and pull me into his lap. For once, I wasn't doing it because I was pretending to be a plaything, merely sitting on him because we both wanted to be close. He wrapped both arms around me, leaning forward so his chest rested against my back. "Soft for you? Never," he whispered, breath warm on my ear.

[willel]

Since I've been getting a few asks about it btw, I wanted to make my position clear. I don't discuss relationships in the show a lot and you probably only see me speak negatively about some aspects so some clarification might help.

I'm not against the general idea of romance in shows.

When done right, I think a romantic subplot in a show or movie or game can be really good. It can tie together all the themes while not distracting from the main plot. Sometimes even when it's distracting from the main plot, it makes sense and is worthwhile and adds to the main plot.

If you've known my blog for a long time, you'll know I'm not exactly an avid tv show watcher. I still want to provide an example of what I mean though so I'll reference one of the manga I've been reading since I was a teenager.

It's called Skip Beat! I honestly don't know if it's considered popular or niche but I'll give you a general synopsis. The main character, Kyouko Mogami was a girl from the countryside who was basically a glorified maid for her childhood friend, Sho Fuwa. Due to her harsh family circumstances, she grew up in Sho's home and from what we know about their lives, she was being trained (groomed???) to be his future wife. She was fine with it because she loved him.

But Sho wanted to be a star, so against his parents wishes, he took Kyouko with him to the big city to make it big. Which he did and it gave him a bigger head than he already had. He tossed her aside in favor of his new life in a pretty cruel way.

Kyouko vowed vengeance upon him. She would become an even bigger star than him and run him out of town. She vowed to never fall in love again and closed herself off. I know I'm writing this as if it's a sob story, but when I say it's a vengeance plot I mean that literally.

From there, the plot revolves around how far she'll go just for her vengeance. But, as the plot moves along, you can start to see how her icy heart is melting for someone else and how much anguish that brings her. The main plot is about her becoming a star, but the part where she learns to love again (someone else mind you) is a crucial part in all that.

I would suggest you read it butttttt it's the slowest burn in the history of all histories so you might suffer just as much as I have.

I really appreciate how this story might have a big romantic sub plot but it ties in nicely with her goals of self improvement and wanting to be a star, moving on from all her pain and being happy.

When it comes to Stranger Things...... I just do NOT feel that way at all.

Skip Beat! has a love triangle. Honestly at this point, it's more like an octagon and yet it doesn't bother me. There is a lot of "Will they won't they" but it still doesn't bother me.

It may be that Skip Beat! just has a more interesting subplot so the little baby half baked romantic drama in Stranger Things is just boring for me?

Maybe it's that I feel like the romantic drama and tension in Skip Beat! is actually leading somewhere and leads to character development while the romantic drama in Stranger Things feels played up for audience reaction and fandom discourse?

Like sure, Skip Beat! has some fandom discourse but everyone is pretty much on the same page or can, for the most part, respectfully discuss their preferences. With Stranger Things, if you so much as comment on a ship in the wrong way you'll have a gaggle of people harassing you over fictional characters.

To summarize,

I think romantic stuff in tv shows and movies and all that can be really fun, interesting, heartbreaking, all the entertaining things one could want.

I, personally, feel none of that when romantic stuff is happening in Stranger Things. Maybe in the first and second season but beyond that...? For example, while I wouldn't exactly call myself a shipper, I am and was rooting for Jopper from the getgo. (I say that because I think a shipper would be much more invested in the pair. Like fanart, fanfiction, following dedicated blogs etc. I don't really do that)

If the show writers decided to reintroduce Lonnie into the plot and then acted like he had a legitimate chance to get back with Joyce because she starts wavering between Hopper and Lonnie.... do you really expect me to freakin' care? Am I really supposed to care about this love triangle introduced? You actually expect me to get invested in such lazy writing? I just cannot.

My interest in Jopper would probably be eradicated to be honest because they just wasted time with a love triangle instead of developing them as a couple. All that wasted time could've been spent developing the main plot which in turn would've given them more opportunities to write them a s couple working together, protecting each other, etc. You know, substance.

See what I mean? I just... cannot care about Stranger Things ships. It's great if you can though, there are so many reasons to watch a show. Maybe for you, love triangles are the bees knees and the best thing since sliced bread so you'd be eating up another triangle like nobody's business. But that's not me.

I would much rather they focus moving the plot forward, which would naturally create moments between the characters we all care about.

Fandom behavior factors into a bit of this as well of course. Kinda hard to care about or get invested in a relationship if all you see all day is people arguing about canon (which at the end of the day doesn't matter) while also doxxing and harassing each other. Not to mention taking the worst possible interpretation of characters possible just because you think they're in the way of your ship. Dunno how anyone can care about or enjoy a shipping fandom like that.

SO yeah. That's it. Romance is stuff is fine and all, but I just don't jive with how Stranger Things rolled out it's romance stuff so I prefer to think about other things.

[chososcamgirl]

HIHIHIHI IYAAA SOOOO I JUST CAME BACK FROM HANGING OUT W MY FRIENDSSS AND I DIDNT BUY ANYTHINGG (was gonna spend @ Sephora but ended up reasoning with myself and put everything away YAY ME) BUTTTTTT WE DID END UP WATCHING JOKER 2 SOO IM GONNA RANT ABT IT (to make up for the lost check ins) 😈

HOW WAS WORKK??? HOPE IT WAS VERY SKIBIDIIII!!! TELL ME ABTT IT SIGMA ALPHA IYA🐺💪‼️

I FORGOT IF I SENT MY ACTUALLY DAILY CHECK IN TODAY (I write them in my notes) SO TELL ME IF U DONT SEE IT AND ILL PASTE IT OVER TO TUMBLR (im pretty sure I did but I THINK I FORGOT TO TURN ON ANON SO IF I ACCIDENTALLY DID A BLOG REVEAL KEEP MY IDENTITY A MYSTERY 🤫 BUT TELL ME SO I CAN RESEND MY DAILY ASK) 

OMG I RENTED A POWERBANK AND ACCIDENTALLY BROUGHT IT BACK WITH ME… ITS NEARLY 12AM HERE SO I NEED TO GO BACK TMRW (im gonna get charged about like $40 SOMEONE SHOOT ME OMFG) AT LEAST I GET AN EXCUSE TO GO TO THE MALL TMRW THO?? 

ALSOOO I FOUND A STORE HIRING NEAR MY SCHOOLLLL I RLLY WANT TO GET A PART TIME SO I MIGHTTT CONSIDER IT BUT THEN I WOULD NEED TO FIND THE TIME TO ACTUALLY COMMIT IF I DO WANT TO PURSUE ITTTT

OMGROIGOJIOJIR REMEMBER HOW I MENTIONED I WRITE IN MY SLEEP?? TURNS OUT THAT LIKE A WEEK AGO.. I FELL ASLEEP WHILE DOING HOMEWORK AND STARTED WRITING ABOUT MY RACE IN MY SLEEP.. AND I DIDNT BOTHER TO CHECK IT WHEN I WOKE UP ON MY DESK IN THE MORNING SO I TURNED THAT SHIT IN WITHOUT NOTICING I RANTED ABOUT MY FUCKING RACE ON MY ASSIGNMENT…. MY TEACHER WAS SO FUCKING CONFUSED ON WHY I STATED I WASN’T WHITE ON MY PAPER AND TOLD ME THAT THEY THOUGHT I MIGHT OF BEEN HAVING PROBLEMS MENTALLY… THE FACT I HAD TO ADMIT IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS SLEEP WRITING??? IM GONNA END IT PLEASEEE THATS SO EMBARRASSINMGGGG IT WAS HELLA FUNNY THO.. I WOULD POST THE PICTUJRE BUT I CANT </3 CUS OF ANON *sighs* 

ITSSS SJAPP WEEKENDDDDDD IM SO EXCITED ITLL BE 5AM WHERE I LIVE SO THAT MEANS I GET TO WAKE UP TO A NEW CHAPTERRRR

SPOILER WARNING FOR JOKER 2 ‼️‼️

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Okay I was a HUGE fan of the first movie which was why I was excited to see the second one with my friends but honestly… IT WAS SO ASSSSS

First, I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS GONNA BE A MUSICAL like I don’t mind musicals, they can be BANGERS and the first few songs were good BUT as the film progressed the songs just felt so unnecessary and awkward👿😭

UGHHHH OMFGGGG IM SOOOOO PISSED ABGT HOW DIRTY THEY DID MISS QUINN IN THE SEQUEL!!!! I LOVE HARLEY QUINN AND GAGA BUT LIKE HER BACKSTORY IN THIS MOVIE AND HER WHOLE PERSONALITY IS NOT ITTTTTT PLUSSS GAGA I LOVE UR VOICE BUT OMFGG I SWEAR THE SINGING WAS TOOOOO EXCESSIVE ARNTRJNSR THEY DID HER SOO DIRTYY.. GAGA WAS ROBBED.. SHE COULD HAVE BEEN SOOOO MUCH MORE BUT HER CHARACTER WAS JUST.. BLEH..

HONESTLY IF YOU TOOK OUT ALL THE MUSICAL FACTORS THEN THE MOVIE WOULD FEEL LIKE A 2HR LECTURE… AND THE RUN TIME??? TWO HRS IS INSANE FOR SUCH A PLOT 

THERE WERE NO PLANS OF A SEQUEL AND THEY SHOULD OF KEPTTT IT THAT WAYYY OMGGG THIS WAS SUCH AN OBVIOUS CASHGRAB.. THE FIRST ONE CLEARLY HAD PASSION, THIS ONE WAS JUST FOR MONEY THERES A REASON WHY THE RATING IS SO LOWWWWWW

STILL THO, THE MOVIE HAD GOOD SCENES AND ALL THE ACTORS HAD THEIR MOMENTS  .

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. OKKKK HOPE YOU HAVE A VERY SIGMA NIGHT!!! SWEET DREAMS I LOVE YOU DAWG 💪🔥

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HI ALPHA!!🐺

responding to ur most recent ask sent on saturday night hello‼️‼️‼️

IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAD FUN WITH UR FRIENDS!!! im glad🙂‍↕️ hanging out with ur friends always makes life better even if its for that moment it’s still very much worth it <33 HOORAY FOR REASONABLE SPENDING🎉🎉 u are stronger than me alpha.. sephora and i are in a current battle and i fear she’s winning😰

WORK THIS WEEK HAS BEEN SO GOOD!! i worked 4 days in a row all either opening or closing (or both) but they were all good shifts! i’m just very exhausted from this week though like mentally and physically😭 i slept most of the day away yesterday and im just trying to rest up again today because my throat is actually getting worse which KMS.

NO LMFAO UR FINE!! if u do happen to reveal urself don’t worry i’ll keep it a secret 🤫🤫🤐 WHAT? $40 OH MU GOD what the fuck that is SO EXPENSIVE TO RETURN IT i would just keep it at that point.. but atleast it’s another excuse to go to da mall🤗🙂‍↕️ YIPEE! oooo job searching! that’s exciting. though part time is a big commitment just bc you can’t change ur hours once it’s set in place but if you want to apply for it then i say go for it!! as long as u have the time for it 100%!!

OH MY GOD😭😭 NOT ON THE HOMEWORK TOO PLS that actually made me giggle please. don’t worry abt it though i’ve seen worse!! sleep writing is a talent that u should not be embarrassed abt, you’re good‼️🙂‍↕️

IVE HEARD SO MANY BAD REVIEWS ABOUT THE MOVIE LIKE the fact that they break out into song randomly etc😭 i wanted to watch it but the reviews are making me rethink spending $15 on a movie ticket… ill probably not watch it and watch the substance instead (apparently that’s fucked) BUT ILL LYK!!!

THANK YOU ALPHA!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A VERY SIGMA DAY‼️ ILY🫵🫂

[so-long-soldier-writes]

OH MY GOD U WRITE FOR BONNIE X KAI THANK U UGH I’ve had so many thoughts and no outlet I saw a post and it was like “Kai and Damon are chaotic switches” and I love that

Bonnie x kai x Damon?? Omg!?????

like yes Bonnie x kai slow burn enemies to lovers trying to kiss you but the knife between us would break skin if I move any closer

OKAY GJKDNFSDL I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FIC FOR WEEKS AND FINALLY JUST FINISHED IT! I didn't want to reply and then have your request and fic lost in the sauce, so I like to reply to anons right before I post the fic, but this one took me wayyy too long. I am so sorry about that!

BUT I am totally obsessed with the idea of them being chaotic switches. Kai is already very much that way in my mind, but I didn't even think about it with Damon until you mentioned it.

For this fic though, it's only Kai and Bonnie, butttttt I can make a part 2 where Damon is included 👀 bc that would be fun. Also, warning, my brain saw the word 'switch' so this fic came out quite smutty, hope that's okay!

But definitely use me as an outlet for bonkai bc i jumped aboard that ship as soon as kai came on the screen! i'm still getting the hang of writing them together, but will gladly write for them. I've never written for Damon, so that'll be interesting, but I'll figure it out, lmao!

I hope you like the fic, though, when I post it (I'm editing now), and I'm sorry for my long rant (I got excited).

[luvrseung]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (2!)

## pairing(s)! bff's older brother! jake x reader

## synopsis! where y/n is absolutely head over heels for her best friend's older brother. to y/n's knowledge, Jake saw her as a little sister and because of that, she decides to try and get over her feelings. but why is it that once she tries to get over him, he realizes something too? (first part here!)

## genre! not too bad angst, not really fluff either ?? Idk dude I just work here

## wc! 1.3k

## warning(s)! cursing, and not much else?? but if u feel like there should be a warning for anything else, please let me know asap!!

## a/n! PART 2!!!! MWAHAHA I'm just letting all of you know now that there will be a part 3 😏 also this took me so long to write for no reason????? idk why butttttt please stay tuned for part 3 :D I hope you enjoy~~~

8:00 am, on the dot; you and Bella arrive at the school entrance, just in time for homeroom. As the two of you walk to your shared homeroom, Jake and his friends happen to spot you down the hall. Sunghoon is quick to nudge Jake in an attempt to get his attention, “Dude. Stop gawking. Just go and talk to her.” Jake’s gaze on you is broken, “Okay, chill! I wasn’t gawking.” Heeseung chimes in, “Jake, seriously. Go up and talk to her. Haven’t you known her since like…forever?”

"Well-yes. Okay, okay, it's not that simple guys."

"How?" Jay asks.

"Well, yeah... I have known her since forever. But, that's the problem..." Jake explains as he heaves out a sigh, "She's my little sister's best friend-"

"Okay, and?" Sunghoon interjects.

"I get that she's your little sister's best friend, but you can't help how you feel. If you like her, you like her." Heeseung says with a shrug as he gives Jake an 'I know you know I'm right' look.

Jake shakes his head, "Okay, but-"

Jake shakes his head, "Okay, but-"

"No more but's dude! Go talk to y/n's butt" Jay laughs as he cuts him off.

"Wait-no-!"

"Yeah, yeah, Sim. Just go talk to y/n," Heeseung brushes him off as he pushes Jake towards the direction of you and Bella. Leading with a stumble, he makes his way toward you. Jake was so nervous, so unbelievably beyond nervous. He didn't even know what he was going to say! But, right before he could catch up with you and Bella, a different guy approaches you. A quite tall one, at that.

Jake sees the two of you separate from Bella, and he's left standing in shock and confusion. Without thinking clearly, Jake makes a b-line to his sister. "Yo, Bella... hey, what's up?" he asks as he approaches her. "Jake? What do you mean what's up? I literally just saw you at home not even half an hour ago," Bella says confused.

"Yeah.. you're right.. haha... Anyways, who did y/n just go off with?"

"Oh, you saw that? Why do you care?" Bella lets out an evil-like giggle.

"Eh. Just wondering."

Bella makes a suggestive face, "Why-"

"Okay, nothing else? 'Kay, bye." Jake blurts out and leaves the scene immediately. Bella watches him run away in deep confusion. "Okay, then?" she says to herself and proceeds to head to her homeroom.

FIRST PERIOD

After walking with each other from homeroom to first period, you and Bella sit down. After getting situated, Bella speaks up, "Hey, y/nnie... I forgot to mention! Jake was asking about you earlier." Mentally, your eyes popped out of their sockets. But physically, your ears were the brightest shade of red. (Thank god your hair covered that up!) Shaking off how flustered you just got, you ask, "Oh... why? Wait, when?"

"Like, right after you went off with that guy."

"That guy has a name, you know.. It's-" you laugh

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Bella cuts you off with a giggle.

"Okay... anyways. What did Jake ask about me?"

"Why do you want to know so bad?" Bella smirks.

"Wh-what? I mean- Well- Wouldn't you want to know if someone was asking about you?"

"Relax y/nnie, I was just making fun. Why so flustered all of a sudden?"

"... oh, whatever." you put your head down in defeat.

After a minute Bella speaks up, "He was just wondering who you went off with. He was acting kinda weird after, though." You face her direction while your head was still down on your desk and let out a little "Hmph." Then, class started. As your teacher was going on and on about the lesson of the day, you couldn't help but think about a certain Sim sibling throughout the entirety of your class.

While daydreaming about Jake, Bella nudges your side in an attempt to get your attention. "What are you thinking about? Please tell me you aren't thinking about my brother right now," she says with a shit-eating grin. In utter shock and a little bit of a haze, you blurt out, "Oh my god, what." Bella lets out another mischievous giggle, "Anyways, class is over my very best friend, let's get going!" she exclaims as she drags you up from your seat and out of the classroom.

The bell rings and that's you and Bella's cue to head to your separate second periods. She bids you farewell with a, "See you at lunch y/nnie~" as she heads in the opposite direction from you. You release a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. Why is it that when you decide you're getting over Jake Sim, he pops up out of nowhere?

With thoughts of Jake clouding your mind, you try to shrug it off and head to your next class.

LUNCHTIME

While sitting with Bella at lunch, you tell her you gotta go meet up with someone and work on a project. She replies with a, " 'Kay!" and decides to join Jake and his friends at lunch. Walking up to the table, she's greeted by Sunghoon first, "Hey little Sim, you sitting with us today?" He pulls out a chair between him and Jake to make room. "Why're you sitting with us today?" Jake asks. "Well, y/n ditched me for some guy, so I'm stuck with you guys," she says as she jokingly rolls her eyes. Jake nudges her and everyone at the table laughs. After the laughter dies down, an awkward silence lingers. While Bella eats her lunch and has her attention focused on doing that, Jake looks around and sees all of his friends' eyes on him.

They seemed to have noticed that Jake's mood went down exponentially, hearing that y/n was eating lunch with another guy. Jake doesn't know what got into him, but he needed to see you. He begins to get up from the table, then Bella asks, "Yo, where you going?" He wasn't expecting the question, so he needed to come up with an excuse, and fast. "Oh! Um, I... oh! I'm going to the bathroom real quick," he musters out. "I'll be back guys," Jake informs the rest of his friends. They all know he's not really going to the bathroom.

After leaving the cafeteria, he doesn't know where to start. He starts to wander around the halls aimlessly. Passing by classroom after classroom, in search of you. And only you. Only you were on his mind. After feeling like he had checked every single room on campus, Jake came to a halt. Stepping aside from the middle of a hallway, he leans onto a wall of lockers. He grabs his hair in a frustrated way, while simultaneously sliding down onto the floor. He lets out a desperate laugh, "What am I doing?" he says to himself. He really doesn't know what he's doing. Why did he need to see you? What was he going to say when he saw you? And why can't he get you, his little sister's best friend, out of his head? "You are so stupid," he thought to himself. "You're Jake Sim! Get up off the floor," he thinks.

As Jake begins his long walk back to the cafeteria, he's stopped by a familiar laughter. Laughter he's heard almost every day since he was 4 years old. He can't miss that laugh from a mile away. Jake follows the chorus that is your laugh, and then he sees. He stops, and he sees. In an empty classroom, with the windows open, and the curtains being blown by a breeze, there sits you. You're laughing, and your beautiful smile is being emphasized by the sunlight shining gently onto you. You're like a dream. A beautiful and great dream. But you know what happens when you dream? You wake up. And Jake is awoken by the boy sitting to your right: Choi Soobin.

[vaatars]

Imagination

Hiii !!! I’ve been obsessed with this song for a little bit, and I’m 583 episodes into one piece, soooo I’ve decided to try and write luffy and this song together 😭 granted @y3ager didn’t proof read it for me, she’s sleeping 😞 like who sleeps on New Years ???

Airy laughs puffed past your slick lips, your tongue darting out in the midst of your fun to coat your lips in a light gleam of saliva.

Your eyes sparkled, the yellow hue of lights strung around the sunny reflected off them; “ Luffy hold on a minute “, your feet stumbled under you, your knees locking fast enough to keep you from toppling into your captain.

“ huh ? Why ?? “ luffy whined out, he was having fun “ dancing “ with you, which consisted more of him using his gum gum powers to just drag and violently spin you around the ships main deck.

Patting luffy on top of his fluffy hair, you let a small smile cross your face, “ I’m a bit tired , we’ve been dancing since this afternoon.”

Luffy cocked his head to the side, a pout instantly jutting to his lips at your words, his hands leaving your body to cross across his chest; “ butttttt, “ whining out, luffy clearly not pleased with you wanting to end the fun you two and the rest of the crew were having.

“ say, one more dance… then you let me rest up ? “ all you could do was compromise, once something was on Luffys mind, there was no convincing him otherwise, even at the expensive of your own health.

Instantly Luffy nodded, his hands instantly gripping at your wrist, but before he could “ lead “ the way of your dance to brooks song, you spoke up.

“ Luffy wait a minute, not here, one dance and I sleep, one last dance in my room.” Not giving the boy a second to speak up, you shook his hands off your wrist, grabbing a hold of his right hand and leading him the way towards the woman’s quarters.

The crew too lively to care for your absence, not that you minded, it wasn’t like you guys got to have a stress free night very often.

Finally reaching your room door, you gently grabbed the handle, giving it a firm twist before gently pushing it in, following against the door with luffy being dragged behind you.

Letting his pale wrist go, you let him walk in a daze of confusion written on his features.

Gently kicking the door closed with the heel of your foot, you held your hands out, watching Luffy study them for a second before placing his hands in yours.

“ Say, why do we need to dance here ? “ Luffy questioned, he didn’t seem like he minded, he was getting what he asked for .

Chuckling, you guided Luffy’s hands to your waist, letting him grip at your hips before closing the little distance between the both of you, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“ We dance better when we’re alone.” Taking the lead, you slowly twirled the two of you around your room, doing your best to avoid Luffys two left feet.

All was going well, your smile never left as Brooks slow song came to an end, a yawn passed through you, your eyes darting to meet Luffys, who seemed very intent on keeping up with the way your feet were moving against the wooden floor.

“ Had fun captain ? “ slowly parting from Luffy, you crossed your arm under your chest, fanning your hand over your mouth as another yawn came.

Nodding Luffy watched in interest, his face softening once he noticed you head towards your bed.

Peeling the comforter you owned, you slipped out of your shoes, sliding into your bed, with a happy sigh; throwing a sideways look at your captain, you patted the empty spot next to you, giving him an invitation to join you.

Dragging his feet, Luffy walked over, his own slides slipping off his feet, his hat following gently after them.

Turning over onto your side, you let your arms encase the soon to be pirate king, your eyes closing, as Luffy silently settled down into your bed, his usual complaining gone.

A tiny smile pressed it’s way onto your lips, as your head rested on Luffys chest, you were so glad this wasn’t all in your imagination.

Looking down at you, Luffy let out a small “ shishishi “ , before letting his own arms wrap around you, “ I really love you “

[choerrypuffs]

My favorite in the ATLA series 👀👀👀

Okay so my friend and i both agreed that objectively the Renjun one was the best. Like the plot, the CHARACTER DEPTH, and the execution was perfect *chefs kiss*

BUT MY FAVORITE WAS THE HAECHAN ONE AHAHAH His character and the storyline of it was so appealing to me cuz he was like playful and fun but with a ✨vulnerable✨ side, oh and a gang of air bending thieves is always fun. THE SHARING THE BED TROPE IS SUCH AN OVERPLAYED TROPE BUT I LOVE IT ALL THE SAME SO 😩💓

Plus i laughed my ass off when i first thought haechan would be portrayed as a monk that’s bald with arrow tattoos 🤣 (not to mention the addition of the mental image of bald mark, jisung, and chenle LMAOOO)

Oh and sidenote: I remember being very curious about how all the boys’ reactions and interactions wouldve been like if she actually went to each nation and collected them. And then formed her own Team Avatar. That would’ve been hella awesome man ASHDKSMA like a harem but with bending 💯 but not over the top, it would be lowkey only like Ouran Highschool Host Club (a harem anime thats not in your face harem) or smth. I highkey believe that in that scenario Renjun would be the canon love interest just because. 😌

Oki I’m done rambling :DD my fave is the haechan one :D here is a semi bald arrowheaded haechan to prove my point

omg that's so nice thank you so much 🥺💖 i'm not supposed to have favorites but the renjun fic is super special to me <333 it was my first real attempt at trying to write characters with emotional depth (albeit very surface-level) and that's why i felt the need to write a part 2 for him !! it just felt like his story hadn't been fully completed yet 😌

YESSS HAECHAN WAS BASED OFF JET AND HIS CREW BC HAECHAN SUITED THE ROGUISH BUT LOVEABLE THIEF TROPE SO WELLLL 🤩 and LMFAO the there’s only one bed trope always reminds me of this meme 😭

JDSFKLSK STOPPPPPP OMFG THIS IS WHY I HAD TO PUT THAT DISCLAIMER ON THE MASTERLIST BC I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO WRITE THE FIC SERIOUSLY IF HAECHAN WAS BALD 💀

HELPDFJSKSKL WHEN I TELL YOU THE BALD HAECHAN PIC HAD ME IN TEARS I AM NOT KIDDING I WAS CRYING LAUGHING PLSSSSSSS 😭😭😭 i had to show cat and moon too bc i was absolutely LOSING MY SHIT over it LMFAO idk why but the kirby pointing at him makes it 10x funnier??? also why does it look like the arrow was drew on with a dry erase marker LOL ugh there’s just so many comedic layers to this pic and i have added it into my favorites album bc i laugh every time i see it tysm for sharing it with me oml 🤧

i’ve thought about it too!! i hate that i missed such a huge opportunity with my atla series 😔 it could’ve made it all interconnected like i did with my pjo series but i just didn’t think about it at the time. i kind attempted it by mentioning doyoung in the fics, but that was about it. when i think back, i feel like i could’ve done a whole spinoff with haechan’s crew. AND HOLY SHIT THAT’S SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA??? ALL OF THE 00 LINE BOYS GATHERING AND FORMING TEAM AVATAR AND THE REVERSE HAREM ELEMENT AS WELL?!?! UGH YOU ARE SUCH A GENIUS, MY LOVE i’m not saying renjun would be the canon love interest bc he was my favorite to write butttttt

ugh this is making me want to revisit everything but my atla series is so old atp so i also kind of want to let it rest in peace 🥴 maybe i’ll do another poll LMAO

thank you so so so much again for this lovely and HILARIOUS ask omg you’ve completely made my life and i will have this haechan pic with me until i die

[set-phasers-to-whump]

hostage situation

prompt: hostage situation (alt no.5)

whumpee: nick burkhardt

fandom: grimm

hi! this is really late tonight sorry! butttttt i had a lot of fun writing it, even though i was kinda dreading it because i had No Idea what i wanted to do until suddenly the idea just hit me lol. so i’m glad about that :) hope you enjoy!

It happens so quickly that even Nick’s lightning reflexes can’t help him. 

The man grabs him from behind, and Nick immediately tries to fight him off. But the guy evidently has more strength than him, because he contains Nick easily, despite his struggling. A single arm wraps around him, so tightly he struggles to breathe.

“Hank!”

Hank comes crashing through some trees, gun drawn. “Nick!”

The hand not currently trapping Nick is suddenly in his hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. It's met with the sharp edge of a knife, which is pressed lightly, threateningly, into the skin. 

He doesn’t dare try to talk to the man, or swallow, or even breathe, as he feels the knife cut ever so slowly into his throat.

“Give me your gun,” his captor says to Hank, “and your phone.”

Think about this, Nick thinks at Hank, since speaking is kind of off the table for the moment. Do the smart thing. Even if it might mean I get hurt. 

But Hank does the perhaps dumber thing and gives up his weapon and his phone, placing them slowly and carefully on the ground and kicking them over with his foot.

“Can I have my partner back now?”

The knife presses a little harder into Nick’s throat. He feels blood well up along its edge, feels it slowly trickle down his neck and into the collar of his shirt. It stings a little, but in the grand scheme of things feels like nothing. It’s more the thought of what could so easily happen that’s hurting him at the moment.

“Not yet,” the man says in response to Hank’s question. “I want cash. And a way out of here. And I want it now. Or I just might have to kill your partner here.”

Nick watches as Hank slowly goes for his wallet, pushes it again towards the man’s feet. 

“I’ve got maybe $150 cash and a credit card in there,” he says. “Probably a few gift cards if you’re looking to stop by a Barnes and Noble.”

“What about him?” asks the man, wrapping his arm still tighter around Nick’s torso. 

“Nick, man, you got any cash on you?”

He does, although it’s not much. He doesn’t nod, however, or say yes. Just looks at Hank and conveys his answer. Hank reads him easily. 

“He’s got some money, but not a lot, same as me. Can I get it for him?”

“Okay, but you just watch it. You try anything and I hurt him. More.”

“I’ll watch myself,” Hank promises, and then his hand is in Nick’s pocket, but not the one with his wallet in it. Nick feels Hank’s fingers find his phone, pressing the power button rapidly for an emergency call. It’s about to start ringing when the knife suddenly digs deeper into Nick’s throat, and he feels like if it goes much further there may not be any coming back. He makes a sort of choking sound as blood starts pouring from the wound more rapidly. 

“You stop that,” says his captor, “or the next cut I make might be the last.”

Hank’s hand leaves Nick’s pocket just as someone on the other end of the line says, “911, what’s your emergency?”

“Tell them it was a wrong number,” hisses the man, the metal of his knife still on Nick’s throat, though for now it’s stopped actively cutting into him. The wound, understandably, is hurting more now, and the blood has completely soaked the upper part of his shirt, making him start to shiver (though he has to admit that may be due to more than just the dampness of his shirt). 

“Uh, sorry. Wrong number,” Hank says. 

“Hang up.”

Hank’s hand reaches back into Nick’s pocket and hangs up the call as the operator asks if they’re really sure they’re okay.

“His wallet, please.”

This time Hank’s hand goes to the right pocket, pulls out Nick’s wallet to set it at the man’s feet, around which is accumulating quite the pile of items. 

Maybe enough items that Hank can -

Clickboom.

- grab his gun and shoot the guy while setting down the wallet. 

His would-be murderer falls away from Nick, the knife finally sliding away from his throat, making a shallow cut as it drags without control over his skin. And then the man hits the ground, knife skittering out of his hand, which wraps around his upper leg instead, where Hank had managed to shoot him. 

“Nice...shot,” Nick says, bringing a hand to his throat when the speaking hurts. The hand comes away stained with blood, which isn’t really a surprise, but there’s so much of it, more than he’d really been expecting, and he can feel it smeared all down his neck and underneath his shirt and on his shirt and the cut itself stings in the cool air, but burns at the same time, and his hands are starting to shake as the adrenaline wears off, and it’s all a lot. He looks instinctively to Hank for help. 

Hank’s in the middle of cuffing the suspect, but he finishes the job just as Nick is starting to slump forwards. He grabs Nick before he can fully collapse, his hands steady and calming on Nick’s slightly-panicked body. 

They sink to the ground, and Hank grabs his phone from near Nick’s feet as he pulls off his jacket and then his shirt, the latter of which he carefully presses to Nick’s bleeding gash. 

It hurts more to have something touching it, though, and just to make it worse, it feels kind of like he’s choking. Nick backs away from the shirt, tries to take in a deep breath but coughs instead, which hurts. 

“Hey, hey, don’t do that,” Hank says. “I know it’s not comfortable, but you need to let me do this. It’ll slow down the bleeding.”

Nick nods in understanding, the movement forcing a bit more blood from the wound. It’s better than speaking, though, anyway. The shirt comes back, and it still hurts, still feels like he’s choking, but he tries to focus on what Hank had said and the fact that Hank is here right now, and talking to someone on the phone who will come and help them. It’s enough to keep him from completely panicking, anyway. 

“Help’s coming,” Hank announces, hanging up his phone. “They’ll be here in about ten minutes. Luckily neither of you is in serious danger of bleeding out.” Nick catches him shooting a glare at the captor-turned-captive handcuffed next to them, whose bullet wound is sluggishly bleeding - incapacitating, but not lethal. Pretty excellent work, especially considering the circumstances, Nick thinks, returning his focus to Hank. 

“How are you doing?” Hank asks, adjusting his grip on the shirt pressed to Nick’s neck. 

Nick almost says, you know, my hands are working fine, you don’t need to keep holding that, I can do it myself, but something (apart from the thought of the pain of speaking) stops him, lets him accept Hank’s care. 

“Okay,” he whispers, wincing as even that low volume hurts his throat. 

“Sorry,” Hank whispers back. “I’m not gonna make you talk anymore.”

Please keep talking to me, Nick thinks at him, even if I don’t talk back. If Hank doesn’t keep talking, keep distracting him, then he’s going to start really thinking about what’s happened, which scares him a little more than he’d like to admit - especially admit to himself. 

“But just ‘cause you can’t talk doesn’t mean I can’t talk, so now you get to hear about my problems.”

Hank launches into a story about this new book he’s reading and all the cool stuff in it that he thinks Nick might like. It’s genuinely interesting stuff, and so distracting that Nick all but forgets about the feeling of the shirt pressing into his still-bleeding, hurting neck, forgets about the blood drying on his shirt and down his skin, forgets about the man sitting not three feet from him who did this to him…

Okay, maybe he’s not as distracted as he thought he was. He feels his breathing pick up, tries to calm it down before Hank notices, but Hank has his hand on Nick’s throat, so of course he’s going to notice.

“Nick, hey. Breathe.”

I’m trying, Nick thinks. 

“I know you’re trying to breathe. Follow me, okay?” Hank reaches out with his unoccupied hand and grabs one of Nick’s lightly-trembling ones, guiding it to rest on his chest, over his heart. He takes a deep breath, in and out. 

Nick copies him as best as he can, throat burning with every jagged breath he takes. This is stupid, he thinks to himself. I’ve been subjected to a lot worse than this. Why is this one thing affecting me so much?

“Hey, breathe, remember?”

Nick focuses as much attention as he can on his hand that’s pressed to Hank’s chest. He feels it rise and fall with Hank’s breathing, and below that, feels his heart beating, steady and calm. He focuses on that, on the steady, sure rhythm of Hank’s heartbeat, letting his breathing slowly even out on its own. He feels his own heartbeat begin to slow in turn, feels the shaking in his body subside. 

“Feeling better?”

He nods into the fabric of Hank’s shirt, which is actually pretty soft and doesn’t aggravate his cut as much as he’d thought it would. 

“Good, because the paramedics are here.”

Nick looks up, where sure enough, a few paramedics are approaching. Two of them pay attention to Nick, while two others haul the other man away on a gurney.

They instruct Hank to move the shirt, then stick a clean gauze bandage to Nick’s throat for the journey to the ambulance. One of the paramedics begins to try and help Nick onto a second gurney, which he stubbornly refuses to do. He’s fine. Certainly capable of walking, at any rate.

“He can walk,” Hank says for him, as Nick looks to him for assistance from the paramedic who is trying to convince him that it really is better if he just lets them do what they need to do.

“Are you sure?”

Hank raises an eyebrow at Nick for confirmation, which Nick quickly gives.

“It’s not like his legs are hurt. Just let him walk to the ambulance, and you can do what you need to do from there.”

The paramedic agrees, and the group walks to the ambulance, which is not all that far away, though it feels like miles. Nick supposes that’s the blood loss. But despite his slow, occasionally stumbling walking, Hank never tries to make him stop, or let anyone carry him, or do anything that he doesn’t want to do. He just wraps an arm around Nick’s shoulders to support him and keeps going.

thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed :)

[yurischolar]

For the obm asks, 2, 3 OR 4 depending on the answer to 2, and 18

my tumblr desktop is fuckt up so i didnt see this until i went on mobile😭

2. Who is your favorite character and why?

tumblr deleted what i wrote originally so ig ill shorten it now ISDHIFSDFHF -_- i COULD say mammon (bc its true) but i do that unprompted anyways so ill go with simeon but for the same reason: his kindness and the complicated nature of it. it's easy to write him off as an overly kind angel or a manipulative liar when in reality he's neither: he's kind to the ones he cares for and often their loved ones in kind, but his duties in the devildom lead to tensions with those of status that he hides behind nice platitudes that he knows they can read through easily. he does things for his boss that screw over the demons, and then screws the angels over in kind. he fucks with lucifer bc he misses him and/or it's fun and lucifer lets him. also my god he's so pretty.

okay rest is under a readmore ILSHDFUIH

3. If your favorite character isn’t a brother, who is your favorite brother? Why?

OH I GUESS I GET TO TALK ABOUT MAMMON ANYWAYS. Mammon is a demon who, by nature, screws ppl over in very personal ways. it's what gains him the ire of his brothers, etc etc...but its very clear that kindness is a very deeply embedded part of his character? he lies and steals and kills and cares for those who can't care for themselves and watches out for his loved ones and, for as much as he puts on an irresponsible facade, the most responsible/diligent demon in the devildom trusts him the most for a reason. i will stop myself here bc i dont wanna clog the dash <3

18. Do you have any headcanons or lore about Obey Me! that you want to see become canon?

girl the second the events stop being fun and i uninstall the game for the third time...canon is MINE ILUFHSDUIFL. BUTTTTTT:

-lilith comes back and is nothing like what the bros remember her as being, and have to now reconcile their memories of her and the person she actually is.

-(my) mc becomes lucifer's personal assistant and starts fielding diavolo's calls. most of them are just him wanting to hang out honestly.

-belphie and mc start brawling. i think it would be funny tbh <3

-mc with angelic backgrounds (not necessarily lilith) start manifesting in the devildom/when surrounded by infernal celestial energies😳

[ratherbefangirling]

hiii! can I get a bts ship?? I was born in the summer of ‘95, im 26 years old and im a leo. i am a fairly light brunette, 160cm in height, i have blue eyes and i am kind of a nerd but i like to have fun as well lool😁 im an ot7 stan for the most part because i love all the boys equally butttttt my bias is Taehyung💙 i like to spend time with my family a lot, and also read and write, dream job is a writer or author. i also love learning new languages, at the moment im learning italian but im already fluent in 7 languages, i am very curious of everything that i dont know and my hogwarts house is ravenclaw! 💙 i hope that wasnt too much information but id really love a ship if you could😊😊🥰🥰 love your blog!

Hello 👋

I'm sorry to say that requests have been closed now. I hope to open them in the future. Hopefully see you then.

You can read the other ships till then if you want.

I'm glad you like my blog and seven languages oh my god. I'm left in awe how many talented and wonderful people I've come across due to the ship game.

[putflowersinmyhair-callmepretty]

The fate of a nun (Finan x OFC); part 5

GENERAL A/N: Hi there! This story is my first attempt to write a fanfiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to let me know how to improve my writing/language skills 😊 I will try and post a chapter per week, let’s see how it goes! The story takes place in season 3 and you will notice that I have used some of the sequences and dialogues from the tv series, changing them to include my OC. I did try not to be too colloquial and informal with my writing -giving the time of the story- but I preferred to make it more enjoyable than realistic, same goes for Finan’s accent. I’m nervous and excited to share my work, hope you enjoy! Bacini, Cate. A/N: Helu! So, this is super late butttttt I’ve been soooo busy with my classes and the translation I’m working on :) This is a filler part, but I find it extremely cute, plus Finan and Aoife are getting closer, my children :’) Have fun reading this. byeeee Summary: The life of the young novice Aoife completely changes when the Lady of Mercia arrives to the Abbey of Wincelcumb. Oaths, battles and love will turn her in a warrior. General warnings: Violence, Blood, Strong Language, Smut, Fluff, Graphic description of violence Chapter’s warning: Fluff fluff fluff, probably bad English? idk Words: 3410 Chapter Four.

Chapter Five: Stories and Returns 

At some point she had passed out; it must have been just minutes because, when she woke up, her face was still wet of tears, and her hair too. She stood up and just yet noticed that she was starving. In the hall, the warriors and the Lady were already eating, and she slid next to Osferth, who shot her a smile and pushed a plate full of bread and cheese in her direction. “How are you feeling?” she asked, and he playfully rolled his eyes. “I’m doing well mum, stop worrying!” He was healing just fine, he could already walk on himself and laugh without pain, but he still had to be careful, wound like his took some time to heal. “Are you all right, Aoife?” Aethelflaed, who had followed their playful banter, asked cautiously. The Lady was sitting right in front of her and she could see how swollen and red Aoife’s eyes were. Anyone could, especially Finan, who was sitting next to Aethelflaed and in front of Osferth. “I’m fine, thank you my Lady. I’m just tired” No one seemed to believe her. Finan leant forward and filled her cup with ale. “Eat and drink. Then we go for a walk.” And so she ate abundantly and slowly, careful not to let anyone see how nervous and trepidant she was to spend some time alone with Finan. What did he want? Had she done something? Had he done something? He stared at her the entire supper with a questioning look, and it did not help the uncomfortable feeling of excitement and fear that was stirring her soul. When she chewed down the last bite, he stood up and, with a little bow to the Lady, left the hall. Aoife shot a questioning look to her friends, who just shrugged with an amazed smile on their faces; Aethelflaed gestured her to follow the warrior and she obeyed swiftly, her heart beating violently against her ribcage. Finan was waiting for her just outside the wooden door and, when the girl reached him, smiled sweetly. For a while, they walked down the streets of Saltwic in silence. It was a nice winter night without wind nor cloud and Aoife enjoyed the cold air on her cheeks and how bright the stars looked. The town was still alive, the torches still burning in the alehouse and the voices loud. People would pass them and bow respectfully, and Aoife would smile to each of them and greet them with a soft “G’night.”; it warmed Finan’s heart. They stopped right next to the town well, facing each other. The stars were reflected in her eyes, the blackest eyes Finan had ever seen. He was used to the clear eyes of Uthred and Sithric and Osferth, that painfully reminded him of his mother’s eyes, but he had never seen such dark eyes, so deep and welcoming. He had to restrain himself from running his thumb over her lashes, which looked as soft as they were long and thick. Aoife was looking back at him, bolder that she would have days before. He hadn’t even noticed that he was chewing on the cross hanging around his neck, something that Aoife had seen him doing before, when he was lost in his thoughts. She found it precious, somehow vulnerable, a very childlike action, so at odds with his mature stance. And he had pretty hands too, with long thin fingers, different from the stubby hands of the Mercians. She was curious to learn where he came from, where his family lived. Had he always been a swordsman? He had the delicate hands of a musician, corrupted by the scars and dirty of his warrior life. There was a specific reason to why he had asked her to walk with him, but now that she was watching him in such a direct, open way, like no one else had ever done before, he could not find the right words to address it. “I never thanked you” he finally croaked, his voice just above a whisper. And she smiled , calmly yet questioning, still watching him boldly. “What for?” “For saving my life” “You don’t have to.” She assured him “It was the right thing to do.” He took her hand in his, succumbing to his own desires. Her skin was not as soft as he remembered, chapped and irritated by the wind and callous were the hilt of the sword would press during her training; on the opposite, her touch was delicate and prudent. He grazed his thumb on her knuckles and smiled, looking at her through his lashes. “Still, you acted like a true warrior and if I’m here today is just because of you. I shall never forget it, Aoife.” Under the dim light of the torches, she blushed and her bottom lip drop slightly, but she didn’t reply. “Also…” he kept going “I apologise if I’ve been too hard on you today.” “What made you think that?” He shrugged “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but you look…” he looked her head to toe “distressed.” She averted her gaze, eyes filling with tears. He was pitying her, then. She was too embarrassed to watch him, now, she didn’t have problems with being emotional, but she did not like compassion. “It’s not you, Finan.” She mumbled, her voice shaking “It’s just…” she couldn’t find the words to explain how she was feeling, torn between excitement and guilty, happiness and grieving. She gasped for air and tried to wipe the tears from her face, trying to push herself away from the warrior. But he did not let her step back, fearing that if she left, she would never be so confidently herself with him. He reached her and embraced her without hesitation and, despite her surprise, her body reacted naturally and she hid her face in the crook of his neck. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she noticed that he smelled of leather and metal, the scent she expected from a warrior, and just behind it she could detect the natural fragrance of his skin, and she loved how intimate that new experience was. The warmth of his body was comforting and welcoming and she couldn’t understand if it was her heart of his beating fast against her skin. He held her tightly, her fingers dipping in his back, and he was not sure where to put his hands, afraid to cross any line, but she smelled so good and her body was so warm that he could not help but melt against her and run his fingers through her hair until her tears stopped. They were ready to let go. The night had fallen long before Osferth decided to retire to his room in the alehouse. He walked slowly, in the cold air of winter. He was enjoying every second of his stay in Saltwic, knowing well how rare moments of peace were for a warrior. His wound was itching, and he picked up his pace, dreaming of his warm bed and the ointment Aoife had prepare precisely for when the healing wound would become too uncomfortable. She was an amazing healer, and he had wondered many times if he would be alive without her help. The well was fairly close, which meant that in less than a minute he would be at the alehouse. And right in front of the well, he witnessed the blossom of a love. Aoife and Finan embraced in the dark. Since that night, Finan had spent most of his time with Aoife. Honestly, he hadn’t had much to do, while she seemed to be always busy; so, he had followed her around for days, helping and amusing her. He had noticed that she was growing bolder every day, quick to answer his remarks. She still blushed, though, and he was proud of how much his words and actions could affect her. He had found himself spending with her every day and thinking about her every night; he knew he was slowly falling in love with the woman and he was trying to fight it. She was young, innocent and inexpert of everything that the world had to offer; she deserved someone just as fresh as her. Even with this knowledge, he could not stop himself from spending all his spare time with her, from thinking about her constantly, from looking for her in every room. Besides, when he tried to stay away from her, she would find him everywhere, with a little pout on her full red lips. “Were you hiding from me, Finan?” she would ask, mocking pain with a hand on her chest and he would smile and bow dramatically in her direction “I was not, milady. I was looking for you.” To assay her, Finan started telling her the most vile stories of his past; he talked about blood and swindles and heartbreaks; and one day, while he was sitting on the fence of the stable and telling her one of his cruellest stories, she ceased grooming her horse and, with a sharp smile, commented “I know what you’re doing, Finan.” “What am I doing, then?” “You’re trying to scare me away. But you’re actually doing the opposite.” she run her hand up and down her mount’s face “Because I know you now, and I know you’re not the man you’re telling me about. Not anymore, at least. I think every one of those stories made you the man you are today, a much better person than you think. I’m no fool, and surely, I’m not as innocent as you think I am. If I’d had the faintest impression that you were not a good person, I would not be here now.” “Are you making a pass at me, dear?” She looked back at him with a gaze so deep he felt naked and, unexpectedly, something that hadn’t done since he was a child happened: he blushed. It infuriated him how much power she had on him, how his body melted right against hers when she snuck between his knees and pressed her hands against his tights. He lowered his face to meet her eyes and she stood on her tiptoes. Was she about to kiss him? Did he want her to? Of course he wanted to kiss her, but was he ready for the consequences? He was aware of how his heart worked, how hardly and quickly he fell in and out of love with a woman; he did not want to hurt her in that way. Yet again, his worrying alone was an indicator of how different what he felt for her was from his previous women; he had never worried for the consequences of his actions before, but here he was now hesitating to kiss the prettiest woman watching him from under her black eyelashes. And he hesitated a moment too long, because when he finally leant towards her, she shot him a feral smile and pushed him down the fence. The last thing Finan heard, before the splashing of his body on horse shit, was Aoife’s crystal laugh. And he was happy. Winter was giving the way to spring slowly but relentlessly, the sun now a little warmer and the days a little longer. That afternoon Finan had joined Aoife at the stream and little white flowers were already sprouting from the snow along the banks, where the temperature was higher, and the first birds were chirping on the branches moved by a delicate wind. All day long, Aoife had been busy with Aethelflaed, Finan had seen them walked down the streets of Saltwic, arm in arm. Now, finally, they were together and he was watching her washing clothes. He didn’t understand how she could dip her hands in the cold water without freezing, but she had assured him that the shock was only temporary and after that, it was almost as if the water was warm. “Tell me something, Finan.” She then requested, while he was adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear. With time they had become physically very closed, always touching each other in some way. “About what?” She stopped to look him in the eyes “I don’t know, something… how did you and Uthred met?” That was a story that many knew, but he still did not feel comfortable in telling it. Yet, Aoife was the one person who made him feel safe, calm, unjudged. If there was someone that could cast away the ghosts of his past, that would be her. He dipped the tip of his finger in the cold water, rippling the surface. “I have done things I am not proud of, Aoife. And some of them had led me to slavery. I have spent winters and summers at the bottom of a ship, rowing and rowing, with the sun and the wind and the snow. I reached a point where I could barely remember who I was, where I came from, why I was there. Then one day Uthred came. He was dressed as a slave, and was rowing as a slave, but there was something behind his eyes that told a whole other story. And somehow, in that hell, we bounded. And when his brother came to the rescue, he did not abandon me, he gave me a reason to live. He still do every day, and I owe him my life. He not only saved me from that ship, but he also brought me back to the man I was, and he gave me a chance to be someone better than that man. And we are bound in ways that no one could ever understand; we have suffered and seen things that no one else could ever understand. That’s why my sword is his, until the day I die. I would give my life for him, my soul for him. He is my brother. My family.” Aoife was holding his hands, he hadn’t even noticed, up until that moment, that she had stopped washing and had knelt in front of him. She caressed his face gently, brushing her cold fingertips against his scars. She had many questions, about his past, his regrets, his fears. She felt as if she knew nothing of him while knowing him deeper than many could say. He was a mystery, with a very dark past, yet he was the person she trusted the most. “Thank you for sharing your story with me, Finan” she whispered softly, and he smiled, leaning in her cold palm and kissing it softly “Thank you for listening, Aoife.” She smiled, returning at her duties. “Your name is Irish too, did you know that?” Finan watched her stiffen, suddenly uncomfortable “I do know that , yes.” Here it was, the thing he couldn’t bear about her: it was easy for him to open with her, he had trusted her entirely in a short period of time, while her, as much as she seemed to enjoy his company, had yet to trust him with her past; and perhaps it was wrong, but he wanted answers to his curiosity, about her family, and the mysterious man who had gifted her with weapons and a horse, and her past; so he kept pushing her. “Was your mother Irish?” She paused “No, Finan.” He was walking down a dangerous path “What’s with that name then?” She looked up at him, with a pained and somehow angry face “You won’t rest until I’ll give you answers, right?” “Indeed, lady.” She sat down with a huff “My mom was in love with an Irish man and wanted to honour him with my name.” “Was he your father?” “Not quite.” Here she was again, reticent woman. Finan had even talked about it with Osferth, with whom Aoife seemed to have bounded and she felt freer talking – Finan at times could not stand how close they were – but the monk too had admitted that he had tried but failed in that same situation. Even Aethelflaed knew nothing, and where a Lady can’t succeed, what are the chances for a warrior to? Therefore, he took what she had offered him, which was a lot considering the previous attempts, and held her hand to his lips, kissing her cold knuckles. “Let’s go back, you’re freezing.” They had walked back in silence, hand in hand. The sun was setting one they entered the hall, where the warriors were enjoying some spare time playing dice and drinking ale. Finan left Aoife with one of his sweetest smiles and joined his companions, while she sat down next to Osferth, who was warming up in front of the fire. “You’re getting closer by the day, aren’t you? By Sunday you’ll be married.” The monk joked, gaining a light kick on the shin; the training had helped her quite a lot with her fighting skills, but, as a result, she had become more violent.“Hey, you should not hit your patients!”“I brought you back to life, I can end it just as easily.” Osferth laughed, wrapping her shoulder with his long, thin arm. He had found himself growing less shy every day and he had now reached a point of ease with Aoife that he had become physical affectionate, a part of him he had hidden successfully during his monk life. Growing up in a monastery, he hadn’t spent much time with people his age, and even now, travelling with Uthred’s warrior, he felt that there was a certain aspect of him that they could not understand. Aoife, on the other hand, had experienced a similar youth and with her he could be himself. By the day, she was becoming more and more a warrior, as was he, but they would always remain children of the church and the type of education they had been raised through was different – if not opposite – to those of the others and for that reason they were bounded as siblings. Finan watched them for long, curious – and somehow jealous – of why they were laughing. He had noticed that everyone adored Aoife, she had the singular power of making people at ease. As far as he knew her, and it wasn’t much, she seemed without flaws. However, based on his experience, he knew it could not be possible and he feared the day he would discover her darkest side. For now, though, he decided to join them and hope that their contagious laughs would heal his restless soul. Enjoying some peace after years of battles and death was a gift, he was aware of it, but he would never stop being a warrior and he missed the clanking of swords and the stench of blood, sweat and fear. He missed the shivers of excitement running down his spine on the battlefield, and the surreal, still silence that followed a bloodshed. Yet, he was torn between the past he knew, living day by day without the certainty of a tomorrow, and this new routine of enjoy sweet talks and long walks with Aoife. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that he did not care for the fresh air, nor for the starry night, he just cared for the lady standing next to him under that dark sky. For now, however, he did not have to choose, and he grabbed three cups and joined his friends. “Why are we laughing?” he asked, dropping heavily next to Aoife, who shot him a bright smile. “Just threating Osferth, here.” she answered cheerfully, accepting the ale he was offering. “Oh, I do like this game.” “No you do not!” Osferth huffed, sipping his ale “Just let me be, I’m still recovering.” Finan had a sharp reply on the tip of his tongue but he was interrupted by hooves drumming outside; with the heart beating in his throat he jumped up, running to the window. “What is it?” Osferth asked. “You mean, who is it” Finan smiled, looking outside “Osferth.” He then called urgently, in his tone a happiness and thrill Aoife had never heard. He was not quick enough to reach the door and it opened from the outside, bringing in the room cold wind and smell of horses. And then here he was, wrapped in furs and covered in snow, his sword standing proudly against his back, the widest, proudest smile on his gorgeous face. Uthred of Bebbanburg was back. Chapter Six.

[hufflautia]

Hey, I'm the Anon who sent you the emoji ask.

You can write whatever you want babygirl it's your fanfic. I was just really honestly trying to tell you that your writing is being anticipated. And give you a lil motivational push (idk I just felt you needed one, sorry for assuming)

I would really, personally, like it if instead of posting in paragraphs everyday,,, you complete your writing once and for all and post it they way you posted the previous three parts.

Its actually much much more fun that way...

As for which parts to complete first,,, is TOTALLY up to you and I don't think it should be someone else's decision.

I personally don't mind the wait,, you've been posting your cute slytherpuff headcanons everyday,,,

you're doing enough.

I was just trying to say I'm eagerly waiting for your story, it's really worth it.

(I'm sorry you specifically asked not to write a para butttttt here we are)

Loveeeee for youuu

don’t worry about the assuming part thing, your motivational push was greatly appreciated! honestly, I agree with you on the whole “complete your writing once and for all” bc I feel like it might be a hassle for someone to visit my profile everyday and tell me what to write, SO EVERYONE, NVM ABOUT THE WHOLE “write this amount everyday”, I'm just gonna work at my own pace. nevertheless, for the people who already sent me requests, I will do them! anyways, thank you for your support and eagerness, and you have nothing to apologize for (in terms of the paragraph thing), I LOVED IT AND I LOVE U TOO! 

[purplesurveys]

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Who was the last person you flirted with? Probably my girlfriend cause she’s the only reason I’d flirt with anyone. Not that I do it a lot though, it’s not really my cup of tea. If other people lived on Mars, would you move there? It would depend if I can even afford the opportunity and if they’re treating Mars as shittily as they did Earth. If no lessons were learned, I’d rather stay here. Who was the last person you flipped off? I haven’t done this in a while because I definitely wouldn’t do this to my family, who are the only people I’ve seen in a while hahaha. Maybe Andrew? when they said one of their witty jokes. Have you ever wanted to run after someone but your legs wouldn't take you? Sure, but only from playing chase as kids. I’ve never had a reason to run after anyone. Who last stared at you? Kimi does this all the time. I got water from the fridge five minutes ago and he stared the entire time.

Who was the last person you cried over? My mom, when she told me mean things a couple of weeks ago. What sound makes you cringe? When someone accidentally directly scrapes their fork against a plate it makes me die inside. Really bad and hoarse coughing also stresses me out, mostly because I feel for the person having to go through it. If the world were to end tomorow, who would you fuck? o_o These questions would usually just ask about who I’d say bye to, but I guess we’re leveling up lol. If this was happening, I’d break all the quarantine rules and go to Gabie to spend time with her and...sure, have sex, I guess. If you had a tree that could grow anything you want, what would it grow? Macarons. Whose photo did you last look at? Gabie took a photo of their neighbor’s dog for me to see. What movie are you craving to see? I can’t wait for the new movie with Kristen Stewart and Mackenzie Davis (who played Yorkie from the San Junipero episode of Black Mirror), I think it’s called Happiest Season. It’s the lesbian pairing I never thought I’d need. What do you think about chainmail? Childish. I never felt the need to join them. What is the book you are currently reading about? I’ve taken to rereading Crazy Is My Superpower, which is WWE wrestler AJ Lee’s memoir. I realize I never actually got to read the last two chapters because school made me busy at some point last year, so I’m revisiting the book again and hopefully make it to the very end this time. Who was the last person to pick you up? Like, physically? Or with a car? In any case, it was Gabie. If someone tells you not to do something, do you do it anyway? Nah I’m not one of those people. I have an unavoidable need to follow the rules or at least, that command, and to bail when a friend decides to break them haha. When's the last time you smelt the awful stench of a skunk? We don’t have skunks here. I'm only aware of how bad it is because their stench is a Jelly Belly flavor lolol. What was the last popsicle flavor you had? Chocolate. Who did you last write a letter to? Gabie. I put in a handwritten letter along with her Christmas gifts. What are you wearing around your neck? Nothing’s on it, just the neckline of my t-shirt. What song best describes you? Right now it’s probably Ain’t It Fun by Paramore. I’m feeling the shoutout more and more as I’m getting older haha. What are your top 5 favorite stores? I don’t really do stores since I really just like eating out more when I’m at the mall, butttttt I guess (in no particular order) H&M, Zara, Mango, Fully Booked, and Satchmi. The first three sell clothes, the fourth is a bookstore, the last one is a vinyl record store that doubles as a café. Have you accidently mistaken a stranger for someone you know? I probably called a stranger mommy or daddy as a kid. Who did you last blow a kiss at? My dog, most likely. Have you ever seen lava in real life? Nope. But ashfall, yes. Our balcony and rooftop were full of it after the Taal erupted last January.   Who last touched you in a naughty place? My girlfriend. If you could speak an animal language, what would it be? I’d love to be able to talk to my dog and find out what he wants whenever he gets all restless and paces around in the living room. How do babies make you feel? Egh, depends on how they behave. If the baby is cute and well-behaved, it reminds me that I really want kids. If they’re thrashing about and wreaking havoc, it reminds me that I still want kids but but that I vow not to be as terrible as whoever their parents are. Why did you last feel guilty? We lost our internet connection last night and given that that’s the biggest thing keeping me sane during the quarantine, I felt guilty being in a foul mood towards my parents and Gabie lol. What compliment do you get a lot? That I’m a magnet for noticing the small details work-wise, and that I’m sincere. I get them an equal amount, I’d say. Have you ever drank soy sauce? I’m Asian and I can tell you that is disgusting and extremely salty and unhealthy. Hard pass. How old will you be on your next birthday? 23. Does your best friend get pissed off easily? Gabie can have a bit of a short fuse. Angela’s chill about everything. Have you ever been on the edge of death? The one time it felt like this for me was when I had food poisoning around five years ago. Nothing like being curled up on the bathroom floor at 3 AM just waiting for death. How do you feel about your school? I’m very proud of it, its history, its culture, and its reputation. It’s my absolute dream school. But I’m not proud of the fact that we have also given the country some of our shittest politicians. What did you last flick? A grain of rice that was on the table. Do you have a disease? Nope. Do you ride a bus often? I never do on my own; I only get to be on them if I’m on a school trip or if we’re on a family vacation and riding a bus is part of the itinerary. I don’t take them because I find them crowded, hot, and some freaks are known to harass/molest women there so I’ve been permanently scared off of buses. Plus I have a car, and I prefer going to places by myself. How many people do you know that have your name? There were two people named Robin and Robyn from AIESEC that I got to meet before I bailed from the application; a Robin from my org; a Robin from my old school; Rihanna’s first name is Robyn haha, so five. We’re a small circle. When was the last time you washed your hands? This morning. How do you feel about the last person you texted? We’ll go with last messaged* because I haven’t texted in a while. She makes me happy. Who did you last bite? I only ever playfully bite my girlfriend lol, that’d be so weird to do to other people... Would you ever make a bucket list? Yeah, but nothing grand. I remember making a bucket list for all the museums I wanted to go to and noting them in one of my old Starbucks planners.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Power. Power. Power...🤦🏽‍♀️

Okay so here we go.

Last week was the funniest episode of Power EVER. Kendrick Lamar did the damn thing. Man. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

This weeek....so Tariq think he hard now? Wait...that lil nigga got the instincts I will not lie. Had me looking at the TV like

Oh yeah you can act and think quick on your feet you damn delinquent murdering gang banger. I cant stand this phucking kid. He clearly has no idea how the streets work. You dont tell your business or confess to no one. No one needs to know how hard you are or how you body dudes. No. 🙅🏽‍♀️. The only person who cares about Tariq right now is Tasha cause I would have taken that phucking deal ASAP ROCKY. like wait u want my low down no good fine as hell husband and his skany stupid side piece okay

Yeah I know that makes me a snitch and no ride or die butttttt my low down dirty ass husband never rode for me, and did me dirtyyyy so I stand by it

Angela has to be sweating hearing they have all this and been working it behind her back. She knows they closing in. Since the writers want to shove them down our throats j hope her and Ghost go to jail together on some Bonnie and Clyde shit. Yes I know they died in the end but these two tuh they deserve to suffer bout if they try again it needs to be in the open.

Then Tasha, baby girl I'm sorry to break it to you Terry ain't bout that life. I don't think he's gonna lie for you. He loves the allure of brushing with danger but he is a straight rider of the law. I hope he surprises me.

Best part of the damn episode was the look on Ghost face at the end when Tasha said he loves me more than you ever did.

Bahahahahhahahahhahahahha yoooo ghost was like this inside

It's all fun and games when you cheating and being selfish and making your woman cry thinking she home depressed and shit but funny how the game and fun stops like a record scratch when you realize you had it all wrong and some other man is out in these streets breaking her back and loving her. Now you hurt? Yoooo.

This fits so well.

Best way to end my Power rant. Wait wait...someone please please please kill Mak omg he itching for a murdering going after Proctor like that. Smh. Kill Tariq as always this is a forever wish, kill Teresi, kill Kanenan. Kill Angela. Kill Dre. Kill them niggas dre run with tired of them matter fact kill the whole east coast distro/connect. Fuck kill em all except Proctor, Tasha, Yaz, Tommy, yep that's it. Phuck the rest of y'all. I'm done Ghost I cannot keep showing up for you and you doing this. 😭😭😭.

Side note: Iont think Terry Silver hitting it like how Ghost used to hit it you know before he went all community dick.

Side note 2: I can listen to this song on repeate alllllllll day. Love it.

Side note 3: This was the song I was going to use to inspire me to write my first ever Erik fic. 🤔🤔

Ya'll think I should still write it?