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snortinglaughter · 7 years

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Flowers and Antlers.

Part 1

“Why you fretting, mate?” Ron eyed him as he sipped his Butterbeer.

“I’m not.” Harry had kept his eyes on the door ever since they’d entered the Three Broomsticks. He’d overheard Neville saying he’d come with Malfoy; this was the perfect opportunity.

“Yes, you are. You have that look on your face, like when you were trying to ask Cho -”

Harry wasn’t even paying attention to Hermione’s words because at that exact moment Neville and Malfoy entered the place.

“Oi, Nev!” Harry called out.

They stopped in their tracks. Malfoy stiffened visibly when he realized who had called after his friend. He murmured something in Neville’s ear –a little too close, Harry found himself thinking– and walked away, searching for a table.

“Hey, Harry!” The boy smiled as he approached.

“Hi! Fancy joining us?”

“Oh, well, I’m actually here with Draco.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I- we actually thought you’d both like to join us.”

“We?” Ron managed to say before Hermione kicked him under the table.

“Um. Maybe some other time, mate. It’s not that he has anything against you lot, it’s just…” Neville looked over his shoulder to where Malfoy was waiting for him and sighed. “Some other time, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” Harry watched as Neville walked away.

“I may have missed part of a conversation during breakfast, mate, but since when do we want Malfoy to sit with us?”

“I just figured, you know, maybe it’s time for us to put our differences aside.” Harry shrugged. Ron looked utterly shocked by his response; Hermione just sat in silence studying him through narrow eyes as if Harry was a riddle that needed to be answered.

“Harry, you do realize this is Malfoy we’re talking about? The boy who’s made your life miserable since you first set foot in Hogwarts?” she said.

“I know, ‘Mione. But, don’t you notice something different about him? He’s not bullying first years anymore, not sneering at people left, right and center, not even making remarks about how my hair looks like a nest of pigeons with rabies.”

“Pigeons aren’t mammals, Harry; they can’t get rabies.”

“But what if, like, a dog with rabies bites a pigeon?”

“Harry, no. It’s not-“

“Forget about fucking pigeons, Hermione; Harry Potter is honest-to-Merlin trying to convince us that Draco sodding Malfoy is a good person now,” Ron whispered fiercely, looking around as if they were having the most embarrassing conversation and he was afraid someone might overhear the nasty details.

“Just think about it, mate. Malfoy befriended Neville Longbottom of all people; doesn’t that tell you something?” Harry froze for a second, realizing that yes, he was in fact defending Malfoy. Ron leaned over the table and looked deep into Harry’s eyes.

“No, he doesn’t look like he’s been Confunded.” He put a hand over his forehead. “No, he doesn’t have a fever.”

“Don’t be daft, Ron. I’m serious,” Harry said, slapping his friend’s hand away.

“Well, he is alone after all; none of his friends came back to sit their N.E.W.T.s,“ Hermione reasoned. “I suppose Nev sees something in him that we haven’t.”

“Yeah, that or Malfoy probably has him under the Imperius Curse,” Ron said grimly.

Harry felt a sudden twinge of annoyance at the suggestion and subtly reminded Ron about the Chudley Cannons’ latest defeat —that was enough to distract the red-head from anything— and discreetly glanced at Malfoy’s table every now and then while his friend kept talking about game tactics and statistics. Neville was laughing hard at something the blond was saying. It was still so strange to see them interact; Harry’s curiosity piqued as he wondered what they talked about. Was Neville aware of Malfoy’s nightly activities? If so, then he must know about the drawings.

"Harry?”

He’d spent more time than he wanted to admit guessing what the drawings might be; landscapes, maybe? Harry remembered an ugly painting of a bowl of weird-looking vegetables somewhere in the Dursleys’ house. Malfoy caught his gaze and Harry turned back to Hermione.

“Harry, are you even listening?”

“Yeah, about the Cannons,” he said.

“No, mate. About going to Honeydukes before heading back to the castle; I’m out of Cockroach Clusters. You sure you’re alright?” Ron looked sincerely worried about him, though Hermione was eyeing Malfoy with curiosity.

“Yeah. Perfectly fine. So, Honeydukes? Sure; I’m in the mood for some chocolate frogs,” Harry said quickly.

He could swear he felt someone’s eyes on him as they left.

Fire. Everywhere.

He couldn’t breathe; couldn’t see.

There was someone else inside, screaming. He had to help.

Harry’s eyes shot open; he sat up, breathing hard and wincing at the feeling of his sheets sticking to his back, and tried to blink the darkness away. He’d had nightmares about Fred and Lupin, about werewolves and Lavender, but never about the fire. He cast a cleaning charm on the bed, since it was soaking with sweat, and searched for another set of pajamas and a towel. The idea of staying in bed surrounded by dark curtains made him feel claustrophobic; a nice warm shower might help him relax. Harry had just exited the dorm, still thinking about his nightmare, when he crashed into something –no, someone– and fell on the floor.

“What - ” the other person whispered. The back of Harry’s eyes filled with tiny white stars.

“Sorry, mate, didn’t see you there.”

“Potter?”

Harry’s heart jumped and he tried blinking the blurriness away as he adjusted his eyeglasses.

“Malfoy?”

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” the blond responded resentfully.

“I didn’t say you were.” Harry noticed the sketchbook he’d seen in Scrivenshaft’s laying on the floor beside Malfoy, who immediately took it and stood up.

“I’d like to enter the dorm, if you don’t mind.”

Harry scrunched his brows together in confusion for ten full seconds before realizing he was still on the floor and blocking the door.

“Oh, right,” he said as he stood but didn’t step aside. “Listen, Malfoy, um. Don’t know if Neville mentioned but, er, next time you’re in Hogsmeade, you and Neville that is, if you’d like to sit with us at the Three Broomsticks we wouldn’t mind. If you want, of course; you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Oh boy, he was rambling. “And, uh, I don’t think you’re doing something bad or anything, I mean I’ve noticed you’re not in bed sometimes. Wait, that didn’t sound – I’m not spying on you, I just -”

“Potter.” Thank Merlin Malfoy decided to interrupt; it couldn’t get more awkward than this. “I get it. I’d like to get some sleep now.”

“Right. I’ll just go shower; my bed’s all wet.” What?

“Oh.” Malfoy blinked. “That’s – alright. Goodnight, then.”

He finally stepped aside as Malfoy entered the room and looked back at Harry with curious eyes.

Harry quickly headed toward the boys’ restrooms. Merlin, what the bloody hell was that? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so embarrassed. And he’d been so close to the sketchbook; that confirmed his theory that Malfoy was sneaking away to draw. If he ever wanted to have a look he needed to get closer.

“My bed’s all wet,” he snorted. “Brilliant, Harry, fucking brilliant.”

They sat at the Ravenclaw table the next morning; Harry had a clear view of Malfoy and Neville and was thinking of a good excuse to approach them while the conversation flowed around him.

“Muggles claim it’s a forest fire but father is certain it’s a Heliopath,” Luna was saying. “I got an owl from him yesterday saying he was planning an excursion to find it.”

“That’s wonderful; I hope he’s careful, though.”

Harry frowned as he watched Malfoy peeling a bunch of white grapes with his wand.

“Oh, he’ll be fine; he’s probably taking a newt scale necklace to repel the fire.”

“How does that work?” Hermione asked, genuinely interested. She had decided to make an effort and try to understand Luna’s beliefs.

Malfoy was using his knife and fork to cut his grapes into halves.

“Newt scales have magical properties which intensify if you leave them in a bowl with water and African Sea Salt to rest under the full moon.”

Was Malfoy seriously plucking the seeds out of the grapes? How ridiculous; that was it. Harry stood and walked straight to the Slytherin table to stand beside him.

“Malfoy, what do you think you’re doing?” The blond looked up, confused for a moment.

“Having breakfast; what does it look like, Potter?”

“You’re using cutlery for grapes and you’re plucking the seeds out. Honestly?” Harry didn’t realize everyone at the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables were watching.

“Don’t forget the peeling part,” Neville murmured without taking his eyes off his pancakes.

“I peel them because the skin feels rubbery and it leaves a weird sensation on my tongue.” Malfoy said with his posh accent and raised a pointy eyebrow at his friend before turning back to Harry. “And I don’t like seeds in my grapes; they have a very unpleasant bitter taste. What did you expect me to do? Chew them?”

“You can spit them out?”

“That’s extremely impolite, Potter; have you no manners? Do you do the same with watermelon? Do you spit the seeds out and maybe keep score on which seed goes farthest?” Malfoy pressed his lips together; Harry was certain he was trying to suppress a smile.

“I don’t, but it might be fun, yeah?” He grinned; Malfoy blushed and rolled his eyes, though Harry didn’t see malice in the gesture.

“Definitely no manners, then.”

“People are watching, lads,” said Neville with a smile that resembled something like smugness.

Everyone in the Great Hall was staring, even McGonagall; her eyebrows had nearly reached her hairline. Neville gave him a funny look and realization dawned in Harry’s mind; he was having a polite discussion about grapes with Malfoy. It amazed him what he was willing to do to have a look at Malfoy’s drawings, but Harry had a plan and he was not backing up.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “You do your thing, then. I’ll- breakfast. Yeah.”

Harry turned back to his friends who were looking at him like he’d gone bananas and felt his face grow hot.

“What was that about, Harry?” Ron inquired as Harry took his seat and heard Dean snickering.

“I remember Seamus acting weird before we finally - ow!” Someone had obviously kicked him under the table and suddenly everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

“I forgot my DADA textbook, gotta go.” Ginny said as she stood.

“By the way, father wanted to know if you’d agree to a short interview for The Quibbler, Harry. Once he’s back from his excursion, of course.” Luna waved goodbye and took off after Ginny.

“Yeah, we have to go too.” Seamus pulled on Dean’s arm.

“Before you finally what?” Ron frowned; Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.

Harry felt as flummoxed as his friend. Was he missing something?

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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hi hi cuties and thigh enthusiasts!! just about a day ago my lil blog full of hornies and changbin thirst reached 1,500 and i am just jaflkjasd :’) since then haha

ah ah this post is already so cheesy hehe but i wanted to say thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart for following me along with my journey with this blog! after having the hobby of writing for the greater part of my life, i’m so immensely thankful that i started this blog and hopefully took ya all on some of the crazy adventures i keep locked up in my head hehe

having this blog has been such a wonderful experience, from learning about myself as a writer, exploring the many, many hornies that i’ve got, and most of all, meeting all of the freakin’ fantastic individuals in this community! ~thank you to each and every one of you for being the sweetest, loveliest, most hilarious and welcoming people i could ever wish to meet and have the honor of getting to know and write for!~

to celebrate, i wanted to make a lil list n’ love letter to my lovely pals for ya to check out! there is fkn CRAZY talent on this list and i highly recommend that ya check out everyone and their masterlists!

to my moots~ GAH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH my whole experience here on smutblr has been made absolutely amazing by you all! GOSH hehe i am full of so much love for you all your brains are seggsy as hell and i’m always rooting for you!! thank you so much for being my friends <3

to my readers~ my loves, thank you, as a writer, to bee seen and heard fulfills every word i write and every lil idea i scribble down. wherever ya are in the world, thank you for taking the time to read my pieces and for sending me love. you are my reason!!

to my anons~ thank you my darlings for all of your kindness, screams in my inbox, every song rec, hard thought and word of encouragement. my lil anon family i love you and appreciate you all so much! thank you for reaching out to me and makin’ a lil home on my account! it means the world to me! <3

to my bunch of (ro)ses~ thank you so much for hyping me with each of my updates, for showing up in my notifs and being overall frickin’ angels! thank you so much for reading as always and i hope that ya like what’s to come!

~hehe i wanted to write ya all lil messages too! while they just scratch the surface, please know that i love ya all to the moon and back!! 🥰~

🌹Writers🌹

@aliceu ~ alice, hehe here’s to all the times that we would ramble about fantasy aus and bounce ideas off eachother, thank you so much for being my go-to and my muse at times! your works are literally magical my love!

@bearseungmin ~ hehe dawn i think that you might be one of my oldest moots on this list! ever since i started out here in this lil corner on the internet, you have been the most supportive, sweet individual there is to me and I can’t say thank you enough! i’m also like, highkey obsessed with everything you write hehehe

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@etherealeeknow ~ gah gen, my dear, the way that you checked up with me over my lil break just huhuhu thank you so much for being such a lovely and caring person towards me and everyone else whom you meet! you are so precious and i hope ya never forget that!

@fight-me-m8 ~ darling and sweet rosetta, FRICK literally when i think of you oh my gosh i get the fuzzies, i’m so happy that we met and that i was able to witness the beginnings of your account! you have so so much love to give and i will fight you and give you more love back. bb i’m so happy to have you as a moot!

@film-in-my-soul ~ alex! hehe while our friendship is still in the bb stages, i wanted to throw some love your way too!! i’m so hyped to write with you in the future and talk even more! i love how fast we clicked when we started talking about BLs AHA darlin’ you are so sweet and i can’t wait to get to know ya more!

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@hanflix ~ i think that i speak for so many of us here that rue, you are truly an inspiration. back when i was starting out and even now, reading your works feels like such a treat and i try to savor them all up! as a writer, i look up to you so much and as a wonderful, humble and hardworking person i look up to you as well!! thank you so much for welcoming me when i was babybinniesthighs ilsym!

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@imagineinnie ~ el, you are literally an angel if i have ever met one. it means the whole world to me when i see your dms, and the way that you check up on me and so many others goes to show the utter kindness and selflessness that you exhibit. cutie, thank you so much for always cheering me on and being such a light in this community!!

@instachans ~ kenny, although we’ve just met, i’m already so excited for our friendship to come! you are such an angel and have so much love to give, i’m so thankful that you slide into my asks hehe the future holds such amazing things for you!

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@jisungsplatforms ~ sweet ina hehe i’m so glad that ya slid into my asks the day that you did! your vibes are so sweet and peaceful and i feel as if you and your account are such a safe place! i love, love sharing hornies with you over our boys! there is so much ahead for you my dear and i can’t wait!!!

@mochinnie ~ omg i’ve totally said this before so many times, but i am so, so wowed by your work isa and they stick with me for like days after i read your pieces! i am so utterly inspired by you! i love your blog’s aesthetic and how you are always truthfully yourself i admire this so much! when i was starting out your works kept me goin’! thank you so much for this hehe

@mzmezzler ~ ryan you literally deserve the whole world! not to mention that you are doing god’s work writing sub!skz! sweets, each of your pieces are so wonderful and imaginative and your lil memes and thoughts are so cute! please always keep doing you!!

@ohmysparkle ~ sparkle: oh my gosh where can i start??? you are one fkn’ badass sparklin’ cat and my freakin’ role model. every day i am so astonished over how well spoken, wise, and reasonable you are while also being off the walls unapologetically yourself. my dear plz always shout with me about sub!hyunjin teehee

@seungmoomin ~ nia big sexy brain!! holy shit the fkn talent in this bus? astronomical! nia i am absoluately WEAK over your writings and highkey you as a person over all! i swear, your blog is a gold mine and your personality is so wonderful i can’t put it into words LOL there’s no one quite like you and i can’t even count how many times you’ve got me dying laughing here ily!!

@yourdaddychan ~ LUNA my queen of capitalization and screaming in dms, you add a spice to my life that i didn’t know was missing. talking to you in every format is fkn fantastic and lights up my day no matter how gloomy its been. i really feel like this is your world and i’m just livin’ in it LOL I LOVE YEW

🌹Readers🌹

@introjoonie ~ mai, this account would literally not be in existence if not for you, and it’s provided me with such happiness over these few months! thank you so much for encouraging me to let my hornies to the wind, and for listening to all my rambles about it since. thank you so much for being a lovely best friend, cheerleader and person. i’ll be seeing you soon!

@jeonglixie, @lechanters, @inlovewithasa, @pixxie-lixxie ~ my loves there is something so, so beautiful about each and every one of you, i cannot thank you enough for reading my works and for being so overwhelmingly supportive and kind with your feedback time and again. i’m so blessed to have such wonderful readers such as you! my time here on tumblr has been made by you and so many others of my unbelievably sweet readers!

@lovesfaith ~ ahh tumblr is being rude not letting me tag ya but sweets i just wanted to thank you so much for your kindness too! i adore talking with ya about astrology n’ just life and the way that you read me like a book is CRAZY haha thank you for being you Bambi!

@meow-minho ~ marine, every time that i see you on tumblr i am so thankful for your grace, and just lovely welcoming vibes. i am so thankful to have such a lovely person as you in my life and i can’t express how much me (and i’m sure so many other writers on here) appreciate your feedback. thank you so much!

@synnocence ~ wonderful cee, since first meeting you i feel like i’ve had the pleasure of getting to know such a wonderful human and equally amazin’ fellow bin stan! i can’t thank you enough for how much you’ve helped me grow my bin collection! dm-ing with you is always such a joy and you deserve the frickin’ world my friend!!

once again, thank you so much for poppin by and giving me a read, an ask, a dm or simply just sending bin pics my way hehe

i hope to write much more in the future and to lash out with all the hornies that i’ve got! i can’t wait to share more with you all! thank you so much for being my motivation, as well as seggsy ass cuties who i am so lucky to share this space with!!

have you thought about changbin’s thighs today yet? well...now you have 😉

#binniesthighs #uglycries #milestone hehe #Ro loves you so! much!#thank yo so much!!!

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jessikahathaway · 4 years

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Vegas, Baby - Part I

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Romance, Smut (Slow Burn)

Warnings: Explicit Language.

Summary: After four years, you have been let go from your job. Taking a chance you head to Vegas to make the best of a bad situation. A situation that only gets worse.

“Sorry Miss Y/N, but we are going to have to let you go,” your boss’ monotone voice echoed in your ears.

Four years of your life, wasted. Not that you particularly enjoyed the job, but it paid your bills. And that was what counted at the end of the day. Now, what were you going to do? Your parents had already said your room was still yours if you needed to move back in. It was sweet of them really, but you didn’t want to move back in with them, you wanted your freedom and you wanted to be on your own. But what other options did you have without losing everything?

“Your separation pay will come through at the end of the week,” your ears perked up. The separation pay would be a nice amount no doubt. This financial firm didn’t come without its perks.

“Very good, sir. Thank you for four years,” you said, trying not to let the bitter tone enter into your voice.

“You can show yourself out. See that your desk is cleaned out by the end of the shift,” he said, turning his back to you.

Quickly you let yourself out, heading toward your desk.

“So, what did dickhead want?” Namjoon, your table mate, asked.

“I got canned,” you whispered, gathering up your stuff.

“What? No way, let me go in there,” he said, preparing to stand up before you stopped him.

“Joon, honestly, it’s fine. I’ve wanted to quit for a while anyways,” you confess.

“But, Y/N, it’s bullshit that they fire you. If that bimbo in the receptionist office can keep her job, you can too,” he said, fuming.

“Joon, seriously, I’m fine. Do you see me crying over it?” You asked, smiling.

“You’re sure you’re good?”

“I’m positive,” you answered.

“Okay, if you say so,” he responded.

“Just let me get my shit and blow this popsicle stand,” you said, grinning at him.

“Whatever you say, Y/N, I’ll miss you here,” he said, sitting back in his seat.

“You’re acting like you don’t have my number or something,” you said, laughing lightly.

“It won’t be the same without you here to annoy,” he said, giving you a dimpled smile.

“I know, you like to do that a lot,” you remarked, throwing a good natured glare his way.

“Well, I’m good at what I do then,” Namjoon stated.

“Which should be working, don’t need you following me out the door,” you said, sighing as you collected the remainder of your important items.

The rest could be left here, consider it a gift to the next unfortunate person who has to work here.

“Hey, text me okay?” He said, giving you a little wave.

“Will do, see ya Joon,” you said, returning the wave before heading towards the door.

—

Two weeks later you found yourself on a plane heading to Las Vegas.

How did you find yourself here? Well, it was a rather impulsive decision. But you and Namjoon had decided to take the rest of your earnings from your job and make a vacation out of it. You were taking a week in the US and spending time in Vegas to get a little wind in your sails before moving back in with your parents.

Did that take what little wind you had in your sails out? Maybe, but that's besides the point. This was your way of giving the middle finger to your old job by blowing your money on something less than recommended.

A trip to Vegas was exactly your soul needed after four years of behaving like a good little desk minion. Years of filing and coffee runs, all going to be blown to smithereens. Thank God for that too. You didn’t want to spend another minute thinking about what had been, only what was going to be the best week of your life.

You had a couple friends that lived in the states, and you were going to meet up with them after landing and unpacking at your hotel. Jessi and Lily were waiting anxiously for you to arrive.

Jessi: Bitch, I can’t believe you’re actually coming. After all these years of begging, pleading and what not, you’re dumbass comes here on a whim. But, still excited to see youuu xoxoxo.

YOU: R00D. I was working and busy with trying to further my career that capped off at a measly management position. Where the hell were you m8?

LILBITCH: Okay, it is like midnight here so can yall quit your yapping and do the sleep sleep? K thnx.

YOU: Sorry Lily, Jessi decided to be a boob in the group chat. Rest young one.

Jessi: ExCuSE? I Did NO SucH thInG?!?

YOU: You did! And are still doing it!

LILBITCH: Can yall argue in a separate thread plz?

Jessi: Nah, bugging you is wayyyy more entertaining.

LILBITCH: I pick the worst friends. Consider yourself disowned.

YOU: Children children, I come to bring peace to all four nations.

Jessi: The only thing you bring peace to is a party, and that’s what we’re going to fix while you’re here. You are going to get wasted and you are gonna like iiitttt >:(

LILBITCH: Jessi what are you even doing up?

Jessi: Sleep is for the weak.

LILBITCH: No, it’s for people. You know, who aren’t fucked in the head??

YOU: We gonna ignore the fact that she practically said I don’t know how to party?

Jessi: I am perfectly sane!

LILBITCH: Yeah right....

YOU: So we are ignoring that deep insult? K great.

Jessi: Sorry Y/N, it’s just been so long since we’ve all been together like this I’m so excited. I’m gonna put you in my man stealing clothes and you’re gonna get dicked down while you’re here! Yasssss, I love my plan already.

YOU: THERE IS A CHILD IN HERE!

LILBITCH: Woman we’re both older than you. You’re the child. Who doesn’t know how to party apparently.

YOU: And here I was thinking you loved me Lily. This hurts. This hurts deep.

Jessi: So, slutty clothes shopping here we come???

LILBITCH: I read the word shopping and I’m so down.

Jessi: yAS

YOU: Some of my dearest friends. Insult me then demand to dress me like a blowup doll? WTF??

Jessi: Not a blow up doll! Is there a tamer version of those Lily?

LILBITCH: I mean not really.

Jessi: You’ll be the sexiest blow up doll out there!

YOU: I don’t like this.

“Ladies and gentlemen we are beginning our ascent. Please silent all devices and buckle up! Thank you for choosing Korean Airways! Enjoy your flight!”

YOU: Well you two can think of more diabolical ways to get me laid and I will be none the wiser. See you girls soon. Love ya! <3

You shut your phone off and let your head rest against the cushioned seat. Letting the rumble of the cabin lull you to sleep.

“Y/N!!!!” Jessi squealed as she came running for you.

You’d slept most of the plane ride, but now you were stiff in the joints and her frame colliding with your own sent the two of you tumbling.

“Oof, Jess! What the hell man, you’re gonna break me,” you whined as the older woman started squeezing the daylights out of you.

“Alright pda couple break it up,” Lily’s voice filled your ears.

You stood quickly and brought her into a hug too.

“It’s good to see you,” you whispered, rubbing her back as you separated.

“Good to see you too, have you lost weight?” she asked, making you spin around for confirmation.

“Maybe maybe not, I wasn’t exactly eating the healthiest diet when I was at the firm so, maybe I just gained it in different places,” you laughed.

There was a prickle on the back of your neck. Your guard went up and you looked around. But didn’t see anyone staring. Although, you were uncomfortable.

“Come on, let’s get going. We have a lot to do before tonight!” Jessi said, practically dragging you out of the terminal.

“Jesus Jessi I have ligaments and bones, those things can break you know!” you whined, but she didn’t relent.

Climbing into the car you still felt a chill of fear run up your spine. But didn’t let it bother you. Right now was about you and your friends, not being a little paranoid after a long flight. Plus, you were abroad, there were tons of people around and that was more than likely throwing your radar off a little bit.

“Okay, mall here we come!” Lily said with excitement in her voice.

“But what about heading to the hotel to unpack?” you asked.

“Oh, we cancelled your reservation. Did you know you saved almost a thousand bucks if you stay with me?” Jessi said.

“Huh? What do you mean? Guys I don’t wanna burden you!”

“You aren’t going to be, our most recent roommate has vacated the room and left it in perfect condition. It can be yours if you decide you wanna stay for a while?” Lily suggested with a brow wiggle.

“You two are impossible,” you complained, leaning your head against the window.

“Impossibly smart,” Jessi narked.

You sighed as you watched the cityscape pass you by. Jessi and Lily chatted about nothing it seemed like, but it was comforting that you all fell back into rhythm so quickly after so long of not seeing one another. It made your heart squeeze painfully at the thought of being apart. But you were here now, and that’s what mattered.

Lily was telling you all about her work at the little cafe she co-owns. She handles the customer service end while her partner handles the more... businessy aspect.

“And then one of my servers swears she saw a ghost of an old lady in the back room. The building used to be a house but now we have renovated it and turned it into the cafe like I’ve told you. But, I looked into it. And a lady did actually die in there in the fifties. How fucking crazy is that!? And, get this, if it hadn’t happened within the last ten years, the realtors don’t have to divulge that information. How fucked,” Lily sighs.

Jessi pulls into the parking lot of a large shopping center and you girls all get out, wallets at the ready.

Linking arms with them you smiled brightly and started walking towards the door.

About an hour later, your feet were killing you and you hadn’t even tried anything on, much to the dismay of your friends.

“Come on Y/N, you need to at least try one thing on in this next shop,” Jessi pleaded.

“Why? I packed clothes you know?” you said,

“And knowing you they won’t be attention getting enough,” Lily commented.

“Rude, you don’t know what I got,” you scoffed.

Lily rolled her eyes and picked you up off the comfortable bench you had settled down on and now you were being dragged off of it like a leech of an arm.

“Come on Y/N, I have the perfect place in mind,” Jessi announced, leading the pack towards another stylish little boutique.

“If I try something on will you guys quit pestering me?” you whined out.

“Maybe, depends on if we like it or not,” Lily’s voice rang in your ear.

Somewhere, deep down, you knew letting them drag you to a shopping mall was a bad idea. But you hadn’t realized how bad until they had you dressed to the gills in sequins, sparkles and everything glittery.

“Guys this stuff is itchy!” you said, itching your thigh, that was barely covered, for emphasis.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you look great! It really shows off those curves!” Jessi complimented, spinning you around.

“I brought the same style of dress, but in a popping red color. It will compliment her eyes for certain,” the lovely assistant of the boutique said. Of course they were trained to reach for the priciest piece they had, and tell you it would look good on you. But hey, A for effort.

“Oooh! Y/N, try it on, try it on!” Jessi yelled.

“Shh, we are in a store!” you scolded.

“God you’re worse than my mom,” Jessi rolled her eyes.

“Am not. I’m just trying to contain my two four year olds!” you said exasperated.

“As the youngest isn’t it your responsibility to be rambunctious. Getting into all kinds of trouble?”

“That’s what we’re here for Lily, she’s had a stick up her ass for too long called adulting,” Jessi teased.

“Remind me why I’m friends with you again?” you asked, teasing right back.

Jessi just laughed and went to go peruse the racks again. Lily snuggled up beside you and wrapped her arms around you tightly.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Smiling you gave her a tight hug. “I missed you guys too.”

Jessi came back with a sexy white number that has cut off sleeves that draped off your shoulder elegantly and it was a little longer than the others they’d thrown you in during that afternoon.

Seeing your eyes looking at the dress with interest, Jessi knew she had won.

“Wanna know the best part?” Jessi asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow in your direction.

“What?” you asked.

“It was on the sale rack!” she smirked.

“Okay give it here,” you said, holding your hand out. Jessi smiled and plopped the dress in your hand without hesitation.

You shuffled into the dressing room and pulled the garment on. You looked at yourself in the mirror and almost fell over. This wasn’t you. The girl looking back at you was a beautiful woman, someone with poise and elegance. Or was that what the dress conveyed? Because you felt almost empowered in this dress...

“Okay, show us what you got!” the girls said, waiting for you outside the dressing room.

Stepping down onto the floor the girls were silent.

“Well?” you asked, feeling a little self conscious at all their staring.

“Y/N, if you don’t buy that dress then I will and force you into it tonight,” Jessi said, still staring.

“Does it look alright?’ you asked, tugging at the fabric.

“Yes now quit fidgeting! We’re trying to figure out what shoes, make up and hair we need to do,” Lily said, settling your hands at your side.

“I think a red pump,” Jessi said, running off to one side of the store.

“And a red lip to match!” Lily echoed.

“I love the way you think,” Jessi said back.

You looked down at your bare feet on the floor and sighed.

“I don’t know, should we go clubbing tonight? I just got here and kinda want to-”

“Not bail out on us and have the fun you wanted to have by coming to Vegas?” Lily offered.

You sighed and rubbed your face. Jessi came back with a crimson red pair of heels that already made your feet hurt. But you decided to quiet down and just enjoy the time you had with your friends. It was so nice to bicker with them and laugh, it really made your heart soar to be here with them. Even if they were forcing you into some uncomfortable shoes. At their cores, they were great girls, and you were so lucky to have them in your life.

“There, see how it lengthens your legs?” Jessi pointed out.

“See how it will destroy my ankles?” you said back.

They just laughed and you guys took everything to the checkout counter. The clerk cashed you out and you ladies were on your way.

“I’m so glad you bought the shoes too! They look so killer with that dress, and we’re going to make you the prettiest thing at the club tonight! Not that you need much help,” Lily smirked, linking her arms with yours.

You shoved her a little but walked down the hall with her happily.

Until you felt that chill that had run down your spine earlier, reappear. You stopped in your tracks and turned, certain that someone was watching you. But no one was there... It made unease churn in your stomach. Jessi seemed to notice your hesitation and came over beside you.

“Something wrong?” she asked, trying to look in a similar direction as you.

“No no, it’s nothing. I’m fine,” you smiled weakly, going to move forward.

“If you’re sure,” Lily answered, following close behind.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

After that you only went to one more department store and found nothing of interest, so you guys decided to call it. Walking back to the car, Jessi ran ahead to make sure that it was unlocked. Lily and you walked at an even pace, just enjoying each other's company.

Loading everything into the car you took off down the road for Jessi and Lily’s house.

Slowly, the sensation of being watched faded from your mind. And the three of you went back to your bickering and teasing.

Finally, you pulled into the driveway.

Jessi and Lily were quick to help you with your luggage, making sure everything got into the spare bedroom. And then, the work began.

“Babe, we love you, but you gotta take a shower,” Jessi said, pinching her nose for effect.

“Rude, I literally took a shower before I boarded the plane,” you told them.

“Yeah, and you smell like plane and food court, so go. Cleanse thyself,” Lily commented, looking at her phone.

“Fine fine,” you agreed, heading towards the bathroom.

Jessi handed you the dress and some undergarments and went into the kitchen.

The hot water felt heavenly on your body, washing off the grim of travel and shopping. It was nice. The foamy soap on your head invigorating you. You shaved every part of your body known to man, and woman to be honest.

But when you stepped out of the shower. Instead of the normal underwear you had picked out, was something else.

Sorry, but we had to burn those granny panties. Wear this instead! We bought them today while you were busy being one with the bench. We know they’ll fit you!

Jessi & Lily

“Those little shits!” you exclaimed, looking down in despair at your underwear option now.

Pink lacy panties were set on the bathroom counter. How did you not even hear them come in!? You looked at the bra and were certain that you’d be able to see a nipple through the lace that was supposed to be covering your shit. But apparently the quest to get you laid was a serious endeavor in their minds. So, to humor them, you put on the garments. That, in fact, fit perfectly.

“Those creeps,” you shuddered, wondering how your friends had known your exact size.

Pulling on the dress you bought earlier, you marveled at yourself in the mirror. You looked really good. And just as before, you felt as if you could conquer the world, in just this dress. But, you knew the only thing you’d conquer was maybe a bar scene, which would work. For now.

Walking out you found the nasty culprits of the underwear heist sitting around a vanity full of makeup.

“Wanna tell me why I’m wearing underwear that barely covers anything?” you said, venom in your tone.

“Because you put it on,” Jessi said, with a smirk.

“You guys are so fucking nosy,” you whined, throwing your headback in a mock tantrum.

“We aren’t nosy enough, when was the last time you got dicked down?” Jessi asked, suddenly serious.

Scandalized you made a squeak of discomfort.

“Wh-Why the sudden curiosity??” you asked.

“Because, we gotta know how out of practice you are,” Lily said, as if it were obvious.

“I’m not out of practice!” you shrieked.

“So it was recently then?” Jessi smiled.

“No! I mean-shut up!” you cried.

“When was the last time Y/N,” Lily said calmly.

“Three years ago,” you huffed, crossing your arms in defense.

The two girls almost choked.

“THREE YEARS!?” Jessi screamed.

“I’m right here, there’s no need to scream,” you said.

“BUT Y/N, THAT’S THREE YEARS,” Jessi yelled again.

“I can tell time, Jessi,” you commented.

“How? You’re practically a nun,” Lily snorted.

“I am not!” you defended.

“Sweetheart, listen we are doing this out of love,” Jessi shushed you, cradling you to her chest. “We will help you. Sit down.”

“This is all very offensive, just so ya’ll know,” you said, pointing to them with an accusing finger.

“Shut up and sit down,” Lily said, grabbing her hair appliances.

You settled into silence, letting the girls do whatever they wanted to you. You found it was easier this way than fighting with them the whole time. As much as you loved them, these girls were bossy and pushy. But, you wouldn’t have them any other way. They helped even you out, making sure you got out there and did have some fun in your life.

Lily was in the process of doing your hair and styling it the way she thought would work the best, while Jessi was deeply focused on doing your makeup. You saw the crimson colored lipstick come out and knew it was as Lily recommended earlier.

Jessi painted it on your lips with a precision that was awe inspiring. You just stayed still and let them continue their work. Enjoying the transformation happening before your eyes. Before, you were a nervous little office worker. Now, you were a girl on a mission. What mission was still to be decided, but it made you feel powerful. Not saying that you didn’t feel powerful without it, but it was nice to get dressed up every once in a while and to feel sexy.

Lily put down the hair products and smiled at her work.

“You look fucking hot,” she pointed out.

“Don’t make her smile. I'm working on the concealer around her lips,” Jessi whined.

“Sorry sorry, just, she’s really beautiful,” Lily smiled.

“We been knew,” Jessi smirked.

“Right right,” Lily said, going to gather the tights and shoes.

“Thanks Jessi,” you said as you stood up, stretching lightly.

You felt a light smack to your butt and you smiled back at her.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” she giggled.

“Alright ladies, we need to make a game plan for the night!” Lily announced as she walked back into the room.

“What do you mean?” you asked, raising a brow at her.

“Who wants to get laid, who wants to wing woman and who wants to be the sober one,” Lily said.

“Well, Y/N is the getting laid one,” Jessi confirmed.

“Did you ask Y/N if she wants to get laid?” you asked, pointing to yourself.

“Fine, Y/N, do you not want me to find you a fine specimen of man that could knock your socks off in the bedroom?” Jessi said.

“Well... I mean, it’s not that I don’t want that but...”

“But what?” Lily asked, coming to sit next to Jessi.

“I’m shy, I don’t really attract people. I’m more of a hang out in the corner until I’m drunk enough to approach someone type of gal,” you said, biting your lip.

“Don’t ruin my hard work,” Jessi warned.

“Sorry, nervous habit,” you answered, stopping the action quickly.

“Y/N, it’s all up to you, we don’t really have to go out but I thought this is what you came here for? To let loose and have some fun before moving back with your parents. But if all you wanna do is have a girls week then we can do that too... But, honestly you look amazing and any guy would be lucky to get with you,” Lily said.

You thought it over.

This is what you came here for. To let loose like she said. But now that it was happening you were retreating into office worker Y/N, not the badass you wanted to be for at least a week. So, you didn’t see the harm in getting laid. Honestly, it might get some of the pent up stress out of your system, and that sounded great.

“No, you guys are right. I wanted to come here to be free for a while. What’s the point in hiding in the corner when I can be the center of attention for once in my life. I say, let’s do it,” you said, confident.

Jessi squealed excitedly and clapped her hands.

“Yes! We are gonna be the best wingwomen you’ve ever seen Y/N! We’ll pick a great one out for you,” she said.

“She also has eyes, Jessi, she might find the one,” Lily chastised.

“Yes, yes sorry,” she said, shuffling through her closet in disinterest.

“Okay, so Jessi and I are both going to be wingwoman. It’ll be a shared effort so we can pick the best guy,” Lily announced.

“Right,” you said.

“But like Lily said, you have eyes. If you find someone you’re vibing with, let us know!” Jessi said back.

“Okay,” you agreed.

The rest of the evening was spent making out rules and exchanging safety measures to make sure no one got hurt or left behind.

This was going to be very fun.

#Kim Taehyung #BTS #Bangtan #Ficswithluv #Jesskia Hathaway #BTS fanfic #BTS Mafia Au #Mafia Au #Smut #V #Taehyung #V smut #Taehyung smut #slow burn

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The Pleasures of Life | pt. 7

Genre: demon/angel au (Demon!Seungcheol x Angel!reader)

Words: 1.1k+

Warnings: mentions of torture, mentions of sexual assault, manipulation, some stockholm syndrome-ish content, swearing/language

A/N: oml ok so this got a bit dark...I tried not to make it as dark as I actually wanted to make it but it’s still..iffy to say the least. We’re not done with this series yet m8 also this isn’t how I think Joshua is like at all this is just a character pls don’t hate me Josh stans 🥺

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | epilogue

“Joshua,” you kicked your feet slightly, “What did...he do?”

Joshua turned to face you as you sat on the kitchen island. His demeanor was soft but there was an edge, a glare, when he looked at you. He patted your knee before turning back to the food on the stove.

“Seungcheol hurt you, Y/N. He did terrible things to you, to your body. Impure things,” Joshua shook his head disapprovingly

��Then why...” your words drifted off, not sure if it was okay for you to ask your question

“Why what?”

“Why...why did he say he loved me?”

Joshua’s eyes went wide, his expression turning from anger to concern when he turned to face you. He gently placed his hands on your arms. You flinched at the contact.

“When did he say that?”

“I ran into him on the way to the grocery store yesterday- I didn’t talk to him! He kept trying t-to talk to me and then he said...that...”

Joshua’s grip on your arms tightened slightly. You sucked in a breath, not sure what his next move would be. He pulled you in for a hug.

“Shhh it’s okay, Y/N,” he rubbed your back soothingly, “How about we take some precautions to keep you from that vile demon?”

You woke up the next day to the sounds of frantic knocking at your front door. You were a little hesitant to go and see who it was after your interaction with Seungcheol the other day. You carefully looked through the peephole on your door and spied Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung. You swear those three never left each other’s sides. You happily opened the door for them.

“Hey guys,” you smiled

“Y/N!” Soonyoung immediately pulled you in for a hug, “I was so scared when you disappeared with Joshua. I was worried he was going to-”

“I’m alright Soonyoung,” you giggled, “Joshua just helped me find the light again.”

There was an uneasiness that fell over all of you. The boys knew what “find the light again” actually meant.

“Well, we’re glad you’re back and doing alright,” Seokmin placed a hand on your shoulder, your body flinching slightly, “We were going to go to the cafe. Care to join us?”

“I would love to but...” you paused, not sure if you wanted to tell the truth, “I’m not really supposed to leave my house.”

“Why not?” Seungkwan asked

“Well...”

You invited the boys in and told them what had happened with Seungcheol on your way to the grocery store and how you had told Joshua about it. Joshua had kind of...grounded you to keep you from running into Seungcheol again. He told you it would be best for you to just stay somewhere safe. You agreed of course. Joshua knew what was best for you.

“Y/N...” Seokmin looked at the other two boys for help, “Are you sure you should be listening to everything Joshua says?”

“What do you mean? Joshua knows best,” you insisted

“Y/N, what did he say Seungcheol did to you?”

“He said Seungcheol...he touched me...tainted my body and made me impure. That’s why Joshua helped me and is protecting me.”

The boys shared concerned glances, as if they were asking each other something with their eyes. Seungkwan gently placed a hand on your knee.

“You asked him to do those things.”

You felt your whole world being shattered around you. You did not ask him to do that. You couldn’t believe it. You denied it and yelled Seungkwan, saying he was lying to you. He was just trying to manipulate you. That must be it.

“Joshua’s the one manipulating you!” Soonyoung exclaimed, “Think about all the things he’s done to you! He’s completely changed your reality!”

Seungkwan pulled out his phone and opened up his photos.

“Look, you went on dates with him. Look at how he stared at you, how he kissed you, how gentle he was with you. He never wanted to hurt you. Ever.”

You took Seungkwan’s phone in your shaky hand. You stared at the pictures. There was Seungcheol. He was smiling and staring at you and kissing you and marveling at you and...why don’t you remember any of this? Your eyes began to water, tears quietly hitting the phone. You stared at yourself, a person you couldn’t really remember. That person looked happy. You were happy.

“What happened to me?” you choked out

The room was silent. No one knew how to answer you.

A week or so has passed since Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung visited you. You were very grateful to them for showing you the truth. They kept in contact with you and popped by every once in a while. Joshua also visited...very frequently. You kept your newfound knowledge to yourself, not wanting to anger him. You weren’t sure what he’d do if he knew what happened. You had begged and pleaded with him to let you go out to the grocery store on your own instead of having him get your food. Against his better judgement, he let you go.

You leisurely walked to the store, your shopping bags in hand. You were humming a melody that you couldn’t quite place but you knew sounded familiar. You were about halfway to the store when you spotted a figure you recognized. One you really recognized.

Seungcheol

His name fell from your lips in a whisper. He was too far away to actually hear you yet when he finally noticed you, it felt like he did. He was clearly hesitant to approach you, probably because of your last encounter, but there must have been something that was different about you. Maybe you had an odd expression or your body language was different, who really knows, but it was enough of an excuse to get him to approach you.

He said nothing, only staring at you sadly. He was clearly hurt. And it killed you. You don’t know why but it hurt you to see him so upset. Your hand carefully moved to touch his face. Your fingertips ghosted over his skin. You studied his face trying to find something familiar. Trying to find a memory hidden in the man in front of you. His hand came up to grab yours. You gasped quietly. His grip loosened, a softness and worried expression flashing onto his face. His callused hand still held onto yours however.

“Y/N”

You pressed your lips against his. You pulled away quickly, not sure what had taken over you. Yet...you wanted to do it again. Seungcheol’s free hand came up and cupped your cheek. His lips captured yours in another delicate kiss. He touched you and kissed you like you were going to fade away right there. Like you were glass. When he pulled away, your eyes stayed closed for a second, relishing what had just happened. Your eyes fluttered open, a teary eyed Seungcheol staring back at you.

“My Angel”

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Two Halves - Chapter Six (Zuko x Reader)

Part Five

Word Count: 2,100

Author’s Note: Wow it’s been a clusterfuck this week. I’ve been exhausted and unable to concentrate for the past few days, and then today when I tried to release this chapter for patrons it turned out that all of Cloudflare was down, so something like 12 million sites worldwide were just completely unreachable. I plan to force myself into going to bed early tonight so I can actually get myself back on track and be productive over the weekend (I have two requests I want to publish so they don’t get pushed back into all my ideas for next month, and I also want to look into other ad providers outside of Adsense so I can start saving up money for my eventual move out of the country). I promise that next week will be less of a bummer chapter. Here’s hoping sometime we’ll actually catch a fookin break, m8.

~ Muerta

You stand in the portrait hall, awaiting its newest addition with Rina; she grips your arm, clapping giddily as the towering scroll unfurls to reveal the painted image of you and Zuko beside one another.

In it, you're seated to his left side, mirroring the generations of other wedding portraits that line the massive hall; what's different is not only the color and style of your robes, but the fact that Zuko’s hand rests on your shoulder, yours clasped firmly within it. When he did so, the royal historian who was present instructed that the Firelord and lady were never depicted touching one another - you'd placed your hand over his in a unified stance of defiance. You'd also been asked to remove your betrothal necklace for the portrait, and had told the historian in a few choice words exactly why it would be staying on; you still feel the rush in your veins of hearing Zuko mumble “that's my girl” under his breath.

“Oh, it's gorgeous!” Rina exclaims, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “The Firelord looks so handsome in a Water Tribe silhouette; I'm so glad you did this!”

You laugh, hugging her by the arm that's hooked with your own and unable to deny the fact that the Southern style tunic you had the seamstress make for him does provide a nice view of his body, highlighting more of his broad shoulders and sturdy midriff than the billow of traditional Fire Nation robes. It also pairs well with his chest plate, making him look every part the skilled warrior he is instead of some aristocratic monarch ruling only by privilege. Beside him, his fingers locked between yours, your gaze steely and knowing behind layers of ink, you look like a weapon instead of just a wife; you start to think there might be much more reason Hakoda arranged your alliance with Zuko than just forming a concrete tie between your nations.

“My lady,” one of the palace messengers addresses you, bowing respectfully as he approaches. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Advisors Sung and Qiang request an audience with you in their offices.”

You and Rina look between each other, Rina’s eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Just me?” you ask. “Should I also send for the Firelord?”

“No, your majesty,” the messenger says. “The councilmen asked that only you be sent for.”

You nod, bowing to the messenger in thanks before taking Rina’s arm once more, walking in pace with her to the administrative wing of the palace.

“They’re sure to send me out of the room,” Rina tells you, speaking in a hushed, conspiratorial tone. “I’m unsure about Advisor Sung, but Qiang has never trusted servants with any kind of information; he used to work information security under Firelord Ozai until he defected after Prince Zuko’s banishment.”

“If he won’t allow you in the room, you’ll wait at the door,” you state. “Whether he likes it or not, I still have more power than he does.”

When you arrive at the international affairs office, Qiang and Sung are seated around a small table, primed in wait for you. You make a point of not bowing in return when they do so upon your announcement, instead choosing to simply nod in greeting. Sung smiles at you in his polite, pleasant way as you sit, while Qiang eyes you with a cold, almost uncertain stare.

“My lady,” Sung welcomes you, “I apologize for bringing you here on such short notice, but there are urgent matters that must be discussed. As you know, Advisor Qiang has taken the liberty of guiding me as I adjust to my new position as the head of international affairs, and we’ve been mulling over the matter of your wedding portrait for the past few days.”

“More specifically,” Qiang interjects, “we’ve been discussing the stunt you pulled in deciding your wardrobe. Many people across the Fire Nation are not pleased to see their Firelord in Water Tribe garments.”

“It was simply a tunic,” you calmly defend yourself. “The only other change was to the color. Has anyone taken issue with the fact that I wore a Water Tribe dress under a Fire Nation robe?”

You glance between the two men, expecting the question to be entirely rhetorical - you know the answer already, but as you guessed, they’re either too cowardly or too correct to say it aloud.

“We understand your intentions,” Sung replies after a beat, “but we’re uncertain the execution of your ideas is as tactful as it should be; I know I needn’t remind you that we’re still living in very unstable times as of the end of the war.”

“I understand your concern, but I don’t think the nature of our mixed heritage is the most pressing issue at hand,” you say. “The world experienced a century of cruelty under Fire Nation imperialism - it’s important that we reform our militant image in every way we can. Dressing me like a traditional Firelady when I very clearly am not one would have upset far more people than just our citizens.”

“The Fire Nation is still very powerful,” Advisor Qiang argues, “even with the abolition of many of the Earth Kingdom colonies. Upsetting our people could have consequences that reach beyond the mainland’s borders.”

His words are spat at you almost like a threat. You tilt your chin a little higher, meeting his gaze without faltering.

“What do you suggest, then?” you ask.

“We want to keep watch on you,” Qiang tells you. “Our aids will accompany you as you gain more freedom from the Firelord and guide you to ensure that your actions reflect the image the nation wants to see from their leader.”

“This sounds like something Advisor Yong should oversee,” you evenly contest. “I'm certain my husband would like to have his say, as well.”

“We simply wanted to present the idea to you,” Advisor Sung cuts in. “We thought it might give you more peace of mind to have someone beside you; teach you how to properly present yourself to the people of the Fire Nation.”

“You can send your aids to keep tabs on me,” you reply, “but I am still your superior. Firelord Zuko has been more than an adequate mentor. I don't need another one.”

“Do you suggest we have you answer to the Firelord on our behalf, then?” Advisor Qiang asks, sounding skeptical.

“I'm stating that I don't answer to anyone,” you respond. “Zuko is my equal. You're the one born and raised in the Fire Nation - you should understand that better than anyone.”

Qiang fixes you with the chilled, empty glare you noticed your first day in the council’s meeting chambers. You keep your own expression blank, refusing to avert your eyes from their lock on his.

“My lady,” Advisor Sung addresses you, “I promise you, we mean no offense. We truly have your best intentions at heart; we understand that the culture of the Fire Nation is very different from that of the Southern Water Tribe, and only want to keep you safe in the wake of Advisor Fen’s passing. We believe taking extra care in how you interact with our people is the only way to move forward.”

“Alright,” you say, standing abruptly. “I'd like some hands-on training, then. I need fabric to build my wardrobe with, and want to explore my new home. Gather your aids - I’m taking them to the market.”

To say that people are shocked to see the Firelady out amongst common folk is an understatement.

You travel in a rather large group, flanked not only by Rina, Iroh, and Toph, but three of Qiang and Sung’s aids and a small army of royal guards. People flee when you approach, some of them going as far as to fall to their knees before you, bowing out of fear; each time, you offer your hand and help them back to their feet, explaining that you're only out to do some shopping. Once more onlookers notice your kind, gentle handling of those who cross your path, panic turns to interest, many people staring at you as you pass or calling out to you, saying hello; a little girl manages to get past the guards, scurrying out of her father’s flower shop and through their legs, stopping in front of you with an adorably clumsy bow to present you with a dandelion she picked from between the cracks in the cobblestone street.

“Why, thank you!” you exclaim, daintily taking the flower from her chubby little hand and bowing in return. “It's very beautiful, just like you.”

You twist the dandelion into your hair before walking the girl back to her father, who apologizes and thanks you profusely; you assure him it's no trouble.

“How very touching,” Iroh says to you once you continue on your way. “I wonder what the aids will tell their superiors.”

You huff, smirking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Probably that I don't inspire enough fear,” you mock. “I thought the dictatorship ended when my dear father-in-law was thrown in prison.”

“The memories of his reign are still very fresh,” Iroh explains. “A brute hand is all much of the Fire Nation knows in a leader; it is hard to bring change.”

“I still don't like our little entourage,” Toph remarks, loud enough that the men trailing you can certainly hear. “Aang never travels with guards, and he's got a way bigger target on his head than you do.”

“Yeah, but he can also bend everything,” you remind her. “I've never even held a spear.”

“I'm blind and I still kick hella ass,” Toph replies. “You don't have an excuse.”

You roll your eyes, grinning as you shove her sideways so she stumbles; she laughs, coming back at you with a hard punch to the boob and blowing a raspberry into your face. You can't help but cackle, taking her into a headlock and scruffing up her hair.

“My lady,” one of the aids pipes up, her nose wrinkled in disdain, “this isn't proper etiquette for a Fire Nation queen.”

“Oh, spirits forbid anybody be human,” Toph groans. “The war is over and this is a leisure trip. People have to get used to the Firelady acting like a person instead of a government puppet.”

Rina takes hold of your arm, leaning in close to your ear.

“I like her,” she whispers. “Can we ask her to stay?”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“I wish,” you mumble back, “but Toph sort of just does what she wants.”

You choose a small, cozy-looking shop to buy fabrics from, everyone in the group (save for the aids and guards, who have no choice but to wait outside) making easy, pleasant conversation with the owners; they're a relatively young couple from Omashu, who came to the Fire Nation after the war to trade fabrics that weren't widely available in either country, wanting to bring more options to each place. Their shop is filled with soft cottons and delicately embroidered patterns, many laced with shimmering metals and gems only found in the Earth Kingdom; you purchase a few yards of almost everything, leaving them a contact to the palace so that they can come and discuss expanding their trade routes. Everyone is pleased except for the aids, who look on with disapproving glares.

When you return to the palace, you find not only Zuko awaiting you, but Qiang and Sung as well; you hardly acknowledge the two councilmen, instead going straight to Zuko’s side.

“Rina sent me a message about your meeting this morning,” he murmurs. “I told Advisor Yong, too. They should have come to both of us.”

You nod, taking him by the arm and leading him away from the larger group, out into an open corridor surrounding a courtyard that sits off the entrance hall of the palace’s administrative wing.

“There has to be something we can do, right?” you wonder. “We’re above them. We have the final say in everything.”

Zuko sighs, taking your hands within his and holding you close to him, chests pressed together.

“We’re supposed to,” he says. “But my grandfather taught my father and sister how to manipulate their way into power. Lots of other government officials learned it, too, and it hasn’t completely gone away.”

Advisor Qiang passes through on the other side of the courtyard, eyeing you with his signature frigid gaze as Advisor Sung and the aids trail behind him. You look away from him, focusing only on Zuko.

“We have to keep the people on our side,” you murmur. “The government may be able to manipulate itself into submission, but they're no match for everyone else. The world beat them once - we can beat them again.”

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meltwonu · 4 years

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could you do Dom best friend!Dk with #22, #55, and #71 please ( i really like your writing )

+ for the DK ask could you make it Yandere instead of Dom please

22. “Mine.”

55. “Tell me again.”

71. “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

note; m8, i… (vampire)!yandere!seokmin. Am sorry. *hits the whip* anyway thanks for requesting! enjoy! 💕

WARNING; That being said, I do NOT condone yandere-like/obsessive/possessive behaviour in real life. this is a work of fiction therefore I will indulge in it. If you do NOT like this kind of content, please just ignore it.

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“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

Jeonghan backs away from you, his arms receding from the hug he was going to pull you into. You and Jeonghan worked at the same cafe together and he had been trying to invite you to a coffee tasting event until Seokmin stepped in. Jeonghan mutters an apology, shooting you a look before he power walks back into the cafe. You furrow your brows at Seokmin, “Hey, what was that about? You didn’t have to scare Jeonghan off like that, ‘Minnie…” Now he feels bad, sighing as he pulls you closer towards him. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just… I don’t know. Weird reflex.”

Seokmin always had a hard time controlling himself when it came to you. And he hated the way people always threw themselves at you. You could never really say no and that’s where Seokmin always had to step in. He really hated hurting anyone, but he was sure a little threat here and there wouldn’t be too bad. Seokmin was sure one day someone would try to cross the line, but that was a bridge he’d cross later.

It’s quiet as he walks you home, the air awkward after his little outburst. As your best friend, he said it was his duty to walk you home from work every night, telling you it wasn’t safe for you to walk alone. You finally stop in front of your porch, turning to face Seokmin. “Thanks for walking me home again, Seokmin.” “I told you that you don’t need to keep saying that, but you’re welcome. Get inside and get some sleep okay? I’m sorry about earlier again.” He pulls you into a one armed hug, ushering you inside your home as he turns to leave.

But Seokmin never really leaves. No, instead he opts to hang out by your bedroom window, shrouded by the darkness as he waits for you. He’s spent so many nights here, watching you sleep, watching you cry when you watch movies alone, and watching you when you’re alone touching yourself. Seokmin always wishes it’s him you’re thinking about, or that it’s him making you cum. Because it’s always you he thinks about when he touches himself, and it’s always the image of you riding him, calling his name as you come apart all over his cock. Seokmin knows how pretty you look when you cum and he wants it to be all for him.

A flicker of lights has his attention again as he sees you walk into your room. He really wishes you’d get better blinds because anyone can peer in; what if some weirdo saw you getting undressed? Seokmin can’t have that, but he puts up with it for now as he watches you strip and get ready for bed, cracking the window open to let in some fresh air.

All you ever wear to bed is a tank top and a pair of panties which Seokmin appreciates. It makes it that much easier for him to be able to smell how sweet you were when you came. And this time when you slip into bed, he can tell it’s one of those nights. One of those nights where you feel warm and fuzzy, touching yourself underneath the bed sheets, fingers flicking your clit until you cum, hard and fast. He wishes you’d take your time; Seokmin loves watching your face contorted in pleasure when you really indulge yourself.

This time when Seokmin watches you, he can’t help the way he watches your mouth open in silent moans. But he imagines your mouth on his cock, choking on him when he fucks your throat. You’d be such a pretty mess for him, tears streaking your face while he used your mouth to get off. And Seokmin imagines how sweet you’d taste once he nipped your neck, tasting your sweet blood after he’s made you cum. The thoughts alone are enough for him to start throbbing in his slacks.

When Seokmin comes out of his daydreams, his eyes are on you again. He can tell you’re cumming when your back arches off the bed, your head turned to face the window and he freezes. Your lips part in a way that seems like his name is rolling off your lips and his vision goes red. Before he can even stop himself, he’s already in your bedroom, his hands pinning yours above your head into the pillows.

“S-Seokmin, how, w-what, how d-did---”

“Whose name were you calling out just now?”

“Seok--”

“Whose fucking name were you calling out when you came just now?!” His eyes are crimson as you stare up at him, fear etched on your face when you finally notice his fangs. “For fucks sake, will you answer me!?” “I...it...it was y-you…” His grip on your wrists tighten as he presses them harder into your pillows. “Tell me again. Whose name were you calling when you came?” His voice is calm this time, sickeningly sweet when he smiles down at you, baring his fangs.

“It...it was y-you, S-Seokmin…”

You’re unsure what to make of this situation, scared and yet intrigued. There’s at least a thousand questions on your mind but you watch Seokmin smile at you, almost angelic. He leans down, nosing at your neck and you freeze. “Mine.” He whispers against your skin, kissing the column of your throat.

“You smell so good now that you’ve cum. Won’t you let me have a taste?”

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taking-over-his-life · 4 years

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A meeting with a park cleaner changed my life

I was woken up by the sun streaming into my bedroom. It was a brilliant day, after all that can be described as one hot, hot, steaming night. I was still wearing the rubber from the night before, and boy the scent of man and sex just lingered like a cloud around me, and I loved it. It keep me hard as steel.

I ate, and looked outside “time for a ride” I decided. I went to the wardrobe and looked through my leathers. The blue bike leathers were tempting, but the black had more give in them. If I’m wearing rubber underneath I need some room to manoeuvre.

On they went the leather jeans sticking to the rubber on my legs and gently caressing my dick. The boots slipped gently onto my rubbered feet . I felt my boots and legs and crotch, hard as iron. I grabbed the jacket and pulled it over my shoulders, and grabbed my helmet, gloves, glasses and back pack before heading to the bike.

I rode around for about an hour, getting even sweatier than before. My crotch and dick were soaked in sweat by the time I reached the local park. I found a park bench sat, and had a drink of water which I had brought with me, and lay down for a rest. My sunglasses were adjusted as the sun was hot. It also took account of me lying on the bench my face pointing at the sky. I lifted my booted feet on the arm of the bench. Within a few minutes I had dropped off to sleep.

I was woken by the sound of paper rustling and metal clanging. I looked up and saw a guy, stocky, unshaven, really horny looking man, emptying some bins. He was taking an interest in me too, slight looks out of the corner of his eye.

There was a bin next to me and it was next in turn, should I get up or just lie here. I decided to stay put and let him come to me.

He came up to the bench, he was wearing blue trousers with silver reflective stripes at the bottom, and what looked like 32 hole DMs underneath. They were red, scratched and worn, creases in the leather from wear. His hi viz jacket was filthy and ripped in places. He watched me intently as he played round with the bin. His gloved hand adjusting his crotch as he manovered the bin into a bag.

I sat up, looking straight at him. He jumped, “Hi, doesn’t look easy that,” I said, smiling my most seductive smile. “Yeah your right, its not” he responded. He was looking at me up and down enjoying the view. I sat up, legs wide apart, which attracted his eyes to my crotch. “You must be hot in that gear m8”, I said, “nice and sweaty” I continued smiling looking straight into his eyes?

He was embarrassed, his eyes went down, quietly he responded “you are hot in your leathers, sorry I mean you must be hot” “you got it right first time” I said.

I rubbed my gloved hand on my crotch which was getting bigger by the second. His eyes were wide and he was licking his lips “You like leather then?” I said, “Fuck yeah” he said, broad east end accent. “I bet you’d look good in em, you look fucking great in work gear, bet it smells great after a day” I said.

“I like to get sweaty” he said, “so do I” I retorted, “Id like to wipe some of yours on me. Do you wanna go in the bushes, I said “no”, he said “I know somewhere better. Follow me”?

I walked behind him as he led the way. A hard swagger as he walked his arms slightly out from his sides, his head down.

He took me to an old underground toilet which was locked off. He undid the padlock, and we went downstairs, he padlocked behind us, “won’t be disturbed down here” he said.

The place was filthy and stunk of dampness, and the stink of old piss. Old Victorian urinals were still there, the place was inhabited by dust and spiders.

I saw him walking down the stairs towards me, he was stocky and masculine, stubble, cropped head, no grace in his movements’ just man. His dick pushed the blue workpants out at the front. There was a damp patch and the end of his dick turning the pant dark blue

He walked up to me, “what’s your name” he demanded, “Dave” I said, “yours?” “Jason”, he responded. His eyebrows moved up and he licked his lips. “You like leather boi, do you?” I said, “Fuck do I”, he said, “id like to get inside yours, feel your stink on me”, with that he started to unzip my jacket, I stopped him, “when I’m ready boi,” I said. suddenly he lashed out one fucking forceful punch right on my chin, I went down. I blacked out.

I eventually woke up,I don’t know how long I had been out. I tried to move but couldn’t I tugged. I realised I was strapped in a chair, and electrodes were on my head. “what the fuck” I said, . I realised the chair was attached to some sort of machine. “What’s going on” I screamed as I tried to get free. , “don’t worry, you will be OK” came a voice. There was a video playing, hard leather ff, fisting fucking the lot, it was so horny, “you like??? “ Jason siad

He walked up to me. His hand went down to my crotch, “Tell me about yourself” he said, He unzipped my leather jeans and pulled out my dick which was hard by now.

“Those guys on screen are hot, Id love to exchange with them” he said. “In fact I’m going to change with you”. “Change what” I shouted, “places” he said, “take your body, brain, memories money, life, become you”.

“Wouldn’t that be hot, imagine if you were me. Tell me about yourself, i’m Jason”. He continued I was squirming and tugging to get loose and beat the crap out of the arsehole “Fuck off I said what sort of cyber is this” I shouted.

“Its real m8, I took the machine off a guy and have been playing ever since. Imagine ill soon have your body and looks, your money Your gear and you will be me. You like my body Mr its going to be yours” At this point he got down and started to suck me off, fuck it was good, his warm mouth over my dick, “I want your dick mr, to have my legs in leather and you my work gear and looks” he said, inbetween sucking.

“Your a fucking whacko, let me go” I shouted. With this he produced a syringe “I need to know more about you and this will help you relax” I struggled, and he put the syringe in my arm, ‘don’t damage my new body m8’ he said, I was screaming at him with rage. I soon started to weaken I started to drift off.

I could hear him talking to me “this will allow you to tell me the truth Dave ‘what’s your name”? I told him, he asked for my birthdate address, relatives, pin numbers of accounts workplaces, clubs, everything about me and I was powerless, I had to answer, the drugs had control.

“Sounds like you’re a rich fucker with a good life, great, ill enjoy it” he said.

His dick was erect, showing its full, think size through the material of his pants. I could see everything he was doing but I couldn’t respond. He stood directly in front of me and started to undress. He took off the hi viz to reveal a union jack T shirt tight against his muscled torso. He pulled down the blue trousers to reveal skin tight bleachers and red 21 hole DMs. I like what I saw but I was totally disabled and scared at what he was going to do.

He moved over the top of me, and stood on the arms of the chair I was in, so his groin was level with my head, “here try this” he siad, “it will be yours soon”.

With this he trust his erect dick into my mouth and down my throat, fuck it tasted and felt good, the smell was riveting, I saw the bleachers as he pushed against my face, I was so hard but couldn’t do anything. He kept thrusting till he came in my mouth I had no choice but to swallow, threads and threads of sweet tasting cum.. “You have my DNA Dave; you will soon have the rest”. he said as he looked me straight in the eye with an evil grin.

I was getting control of my body slowly, “That will never happen” I managed to splutter out” He started to laugh “oh no”, he said pointing to his machine “when I switch this on, you become a park cleaner, and me the leather man, so get ready Jason”. He said.

With that he got down from the chair and pulled up his bleachers, and sat on the other chair. He attached some diodes to his head, looked at me smiled and pressed a green switch.

I felt a huge jolt in my body, I felt weak and faint, so much so, I blacked out. I started to come too and open my eyes. when It was dark and damp, I was still down in the underground toilet. I started to move around, and felt really strange, the arm and chest strap’s seemed tighter than before. I heard a creaking sound of plastic as I moved. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realised I was wearing a hi viz jacket. Where were my leathers? , “fuck what’s he done”. I shouted out to myself.

I tried to get up but was tied down; there were leather straps around my wrists, and a belt around my chest.

I could feel my legs fastened down near the ankles, I started to strain to get free, and I felt strange as I pushed and pulled but couldn’t get free. I shouted, “let me go, you fuck”. Then the lights came on.

“Hi” a voice came from behind, it sounded familiar, “how you doing Jason” it siad. “Who are you talking too” I said, but my voice was strange, it wasn’t mine it had a strange east end accent, My mind was going wild… “You boi” he said, and then he came into view.

It was half light; the top of him was in darkness and the rest of him in the light. He was dressed in my leathers, “fuck there my clothes cunt” I cried. Everything outa my mouth felt and sounded so strange. “Nope Jason they are mine now” he said in my voice, “who the fucks Jason” I screamed. “You are, look at me boi” he said, and then he stepped into the light in front of me…

The leathers fit him perfectly; my laced jeans, tight on his legs, my high shine Chippewa boots, Hein Gerick jacket and gloves, then the shock. It was my face, he had my body, and he was me.

He had my body and gear, I struggled, “NOOOOOOO!” I screamed at the top of my voice. “Yes I’m you, gonna enjoy my new bike Jason. How do you think I look? Eh? This life feels good” he said,

“I’m the rich biker, and you’re the fucking filthy cleaner” he continued. 2Let me go you fucking bastard, you’re not me I’m no fucking cleaner” I screamed. In seconds his leathered hand was on my mouth, and then out came a cloth, it was soaked in ether, I struggled and screamed, but had to take in breath, “Shut the fuck up Jason. The chair will release you in 5 mins. Heres’ your van key the old Renault round the back, you live at 6 Stockwell flats. Heres your key, he put them in the hi viz, you are me… Enjoy” . With that he rubbed his leathered hand over my shaved head, and smiled at me. I passed out. He walked out and left me.

The five minutes passed slowly as I struggled. I could feel big differences in this body, my arms were bigger than before and my thighs, I stunk, of sweat and dirt, it was intoxicating, but I was terrified, who was I.

Suddenly the chair unlocked itself, and I quickly jumped out. I started to feel my face, lots of hard stubble shaved head, it felt thuggish. I searched around and found a mirror; I cleaned it off and stared into it.

What I saw terrified me, it was someone else, not me, younger, masculine, dumb and thuggish looking. Initially shocked as I looked I liked it. I started to feel my new body, I had lost 6 inches in height but gained it in girth. My pecs were huge. I stripped off and started to look and feel, tatts piercings, my dick was huge and thick, pierced and hard, fuck I liked it.

I redressed in those stinking work clothes, and went upstairs. I found his car out back and got into it. What a fucking tip, papers old cans, it was disgusting, and this guy was a fucking filthy slob.

The van was old, a wreck. I started off and got eventually to his place. It was a council block, 3 floors high. His flat, or mine now, was on the top floor in the corner. There was a grill over the door which I unlocked. Then the door had two locks I opened the door and in I went. It stunk of piss. There was a lounge bathroom kitchen and bedroom. They hadn’t been cleaned for years paper cans food all over, clothes on the floor. Lots of the gear caught my attention. It was mainly skin gear, bleachers 20 hole DMs, fucking horny I thought, and this new dick started to jump.

I went into the bedroom and it was just a mattress on the floor a few blankets and a rubber sheet, nazi pics covered the walls and a swastika flag. It stunk off piss sweat, and cum. It was a hole.

I started to feel a craving what I didn’t know. I saw cigarette buts all over so decided to light up, fuck it was great my lungs just took it in and embraced it. What a feeling.

I stripped off the work clothes and started to look at this body. Fuck it was thuggish and horny. I had tatts on both arms, top and bottom, Nazi flags and insignia, A swastika over my left breast. Celtic designs on my back and legs. Tats of runes on the back of my neck.

I moved the huge hands and stroked them over my pecs and tits, the hair on my chest felt so soft on my hard calloused hands, I moved down to my stomach and felt the outline of a six pack. Then round my thighs to my hard pert arse.

I was pierced a huge prince Albert in my dick, a ring in each nip, rings in my nose, three on my left ear. I was a horny fucker. My dick was hard and seeping, I held it, and it was so fucking hard. I put my finger in the pre cum, smelt it and tasted it, it was sweet and good.

I picked up a pair of pissed on and filthy bleachers and put them on, over my thick hairy legs, they were tight around my new pert arse.This new dick was rampant it was hard to get it in the pants.

Then I saw some red 20 hole steel toe capped DMs, woof I thought. There were some long socks next to them so on they went, boy the reeked, then the DMs it took me ages to lace em but they were so fucking horny. I looked in the mirror and fuck was I something. The braces on the bleachers hung down near my arse. I looked at my huge muscles arms and good smell my pits, I moved my head under them and enjoyed the man stink, rubbing the sweat from then on my nose.

I found a union jack T shirt stained and stinking of BO, it almost knocked u out and put it on. It was tight showing off my new torso. I was at that mirror looking from every angle, enjoying each view.

I lay there on the stinking rubber sheet in stinking gear with an unwashed filthy body of a thug, and was in heaven. Smoking away. What a fucking trip to tell my m8s about.

I woke up to a knock at the door. I stood up quickly forgetting where or who I was. A bit of panic, who is it?

I pulled myself together and opened the door; three skin heads said hi m8 and walk straight in. here u go said one, and passed me a beer.

“How u doing Jase” one said, I went along and soon got into conversation with them. Frightening looking thugs, but all so fucking horny and masculine.

The ciggs were out the beer being passed around, then one brought out a DVD, “stick this in Jase” he said. I put the DVD on, and sat on a sofa next to another skin called Ed, who put his arm around me. I snuggled in and didn’t say a word. The vid started, it was hot skin on skin porn. Lots of nazi overtones.

But man on mansex like id never seen before. Ed got his dick out, and look at me grabbed the back of my head, down boi, he said and manoeuvred me to the floor, His dick was huge tattooed and pierced. Woof, I got down and started to lick and suck.

He was a filthy fucker pushing his seeping cock deep inside my mouth and throat. The thoughts in my mind, hard muscled thugs and me one of them. I held his worn 20 hole black DMs as I enjoyed his taste. By this time the other two were at it. One of them had laid out some lines of coke. ED pulled up my head and started to snog me his tongue in my mouth nose ears. We walked over the table and started to snort the lines. MY whole body was vibrating with excitement. My dick so hard and solid. I actually liked who I was now.

The night rolled on, sex followed, fisting fucking you name it the drugs were plentiful the beer and ciggs, me and my ed shared everything. Then all 4 of us john and reg ended up on the bed, piss, drugs a dick in my arse my mouth my dick in everyone’s arse, fucking hell it was great.

We all stripped off, I had turned off the light and lit some candles. The syringes and drugs were laid out We enjoyed the feelings and just drank spirits till we were paralytic. The Viagra kept us all hard, I was lying on the rubber sheet with Ed, when Reg started to piss on us both. Reg was rubbing the piss into our skins and massaging my dick I got onto my knees, and Reg got down and started to suck at my dick and balls, Ed was kissing me his tongue deep in me as John started to push his dick into my man cunt

I was tingling all over as he entered deep inside of me This is what I really wanted to do and be. There was no way I was giving this up, I was now Jason, I was the skin. I wasn’t going anywhere.

It was 11 am I woke up and went to the loo. I looked down and saw my new dick and legs and remembered last night, Reg followed me and within seconds he was inside me Pissing in my arse. I loved it.

Ed was a muscular well built guy, shaved all over, deep blue eyes. I think we were an item if not I wanted to be. I washed regs piss off my legs, and got back on the bed with ED, and put my arms round him, He snuggled in

My dick was like iron, as I manoeuvred it to his hole, then I started to push, my hand held his dick as the other massaged his tits

Gradually I worked my way deep inside of him, my balls banging against his arse. He got on all fours, and I went in-between his legs and fucked him rigid doggy style

He grunted and groaned with sheer pleasure. I rammed him so hard his head hit the wall, my balls just strained and I emptied pints of my man cum so deep inside his guts. He just shivered with excitement and pleasure. . I lay on top of him. And we slept It was 3pm we got up naked, and made a cup of tea, he kept feeling me arse chest dick kissing me,

We talked and talked. Then I realised he fancied me but he wasn’t mine. Fuck, I couldn’t believe it, but it was me in Jases body, should I do this or wait till I change back. No fuck it I wanted him, Fuck Jase I had his body I wanted Ed. I asked him to stay with me, he said yes.

I watched him intently, as he started to dress, he picked up his undies and put them on, his dick and balls filled them so well. ‘give me them’ I said, I want part of you on me. He smiled, ‘you fucking perv’ I smiled. He pulled them off his dick and arse and handed them to me. I smelled them, pushing them against my nose, his smell was intoxicating.

My dick was attached to my nose. I pulled his undies on, they caressed my arse and dick, he started to feel me in them and kiss me. I wanted every liquid he could give me, his stink all over me. I was in love.

I picked up some stained bleachers, more white or dirty white than blue, and put my feet into them, pulled them up over my muscular legs and over my arse and dick. My dick showed its shape against the denim, and that was yellow and grey stained with piss and dirt. Oh they felt good, then the socks rank and sticky and red worn 20 whole DMs. Ed laced them for me as I caressed his back and head, he sucked at my shaft under the jeans, and he laced my DMs.

I put some huge rings on each finger some dog tags round my neck. He dressed in a similar way. “Let’s go out” he said. I looked at him and pushed him against the wall, and started to kiss him my tongue caressing his mouth, he tasted good our dicks were touching getting bigger, “Fuck you dirty bastard, let’s get out here or ill end up inside you again”, “OK” I said.

#bodyswap #body swap #body switch #male body swap

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pedantichoe · 4 years

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Rhythm of War spoilers under the cut

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Perfect I’m glad that actually worked :)

1. WHAT THE NUTS?!2?:??:?:? I’VE LOST MY GOSHDANG MARBLES NOT TO MENTION SEVERAL PIECES OF MY SOUL AND ALL MY SANITY (clearly since I already said marbles r gone) HEAD IS EMPTY FELLAS

I’m honesty just still at a loss for words. The implications every major investiture-related reveal has are enormous. The light. The harmonies. The spren experiments??? Ishar what the eff word are you doing dude!??!???

I was under the delusion that there was going to be a mega battle between Moash and Kaladin at the end of the book that was gonna be Uber painful but then have that allow Kaladin to swear the fourth ideal (in my head it was smth like Dalinar v Odium in Oathbringer but I am aware that would be way too clean a parallel and branderson just doesn’t work like that). INSTEAD we got an altercation that caused me to BAWL MY EYES OUT FOR FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES

Some lead-up. Somewhere around the time Moash got the spren-killing dagger I could just feel an awful build-up of tension and anxiety. I may not be able to hear the rhythms of Roshar but let me tell you if I could..... I would be attuned to terrors m8. So anyways I knew shit was gonna go DOWN but I didn’t know exactly what. Then Moash got the knife and my brain was just like “if he kills Sylphrena....” but I was just like HHHHH GOTTA KEEP READING

I’ll need to go downstairs and actually grab my book at some point to make sure I have the timeline right but there was a point where I had to set the book down and do some breathing exercises and walk around a little. And then Oho boy. When Teft walked in and saw Moash I just... I lost it a little. And then what actually happened????? My dogs woke me up at 5 AM and as I’m struggling out of some weird cosmere-related dream I remember whag Moash did and I’m just sitting there in the dark dogs whining to go out -crying- because how could he do that how could he how could he

And I know at the start of the book when Godeke or whatever edgedancer came to get Kal out of the manor fire was standing in the doorway and Moash had some kind of.... bit of his soul? Smth??? Show a version of who he /could/ be (wait that wasn’t Renarin was it cuz that would make sense...... hmmmmmmmm). That COULD mean he will have some opportunity at redemption which. If there is ANYBODY I trust to do it well and with feeling, it’s Brandon, but also a huge part of me does NOT. WANT. HIM. REDEEMED. I want him crushed and broken in every way with the full weight of what he did bearing down upon him but also hhhhhhh I’m sure we will get smth much cooler than anything I could think up ANYWAY

Why are the splits between paragraphs getting so big tumblr what is wrong with you

See this one is normal

Okay ANYWAYS

Kaladin. Bitch this man is a LOT. he’s just. I think the thing I appreciate most about these books is that the heroes aren’t perfect. They’re often damaged. Feel broken. And IN that they expand upon their ideals and ultimately make the first one just such an inspiring message. Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.

So Kaladin. He is just uhhhh amazing??? What I think truly encapsulates what I love about him is when it’s just he and Syl and the stonecast statue of Teft. The sadness is still there and I know it hurts him so much. But the guilt? The ability to grow in your losses and find yourself stronger and more human and more understanding because of it??? Ultimately THAT is where Moash and Odium are wrong. Kaladin and Dalinar have found and CONTINUE to find how to grow in their pain. How to not just deal with, but ACCEPT and OWN their pain and sorrow. They are finding the peace that Odium would have brought through numbness and loss. I don’t really know how to phrase this exactly how I would like. But I’m proud of this message. Im glad for this message.

When Wit helps Kaladin into that warm bubble and tells him he will be warm again, that just hit. The message in these books is about oaths and ideals and promises. It’s about growing into something so much more than you ever could have dreamed, and NOT by giving up your pain or your guilt or your loss or your anger to someone who would leave you a shell as a byproduct. When Teft died he died full of hope. He knew he was forgiven. He didn’t lose to Moash, to Odium, to the moss or to anyone or anything else. He lived and died with Honor. And in doing so proved that the power to change existed within him. It just needed support. Like a small flame. You can’t leave it open to the winds, or it will extinguish, but it DOES need air. It does need to be stoked to grow. Teft did it. So can you.

I went on both Instagram and Snapchat to try and talk about how deeply connected I feel to these books and the messages and characters in them. I wasn’t nearly as eloquent as I would have liked. But at the end of the day I am so grateful for how I’ve been able to grow and change and be shaped by my trials and experiences. I didn’t spend this year in as dark of a place as Kaladin, but I did feel trapped and stuck. I felt like a failure. I felt weak and angry and like there was no way to get to where I had been. Like I couldn’t remember the words.

And not just this book, but so many things in my life have helped me to see that I am valid and I am growing and I will stumble and make mistakes but through it all, the oaths that I have made, and the ideals that I keep are what make me me, and will continue to temper my soul and my spirit as I go along this journey.

I don’t need everyone to love these books as much as I do. Or feel as strongly about the messages or be as affected by the characters, the plot, and the INSANELY good writing. But I hope everyone has, finds, and clings to what makes them warm. What brings them light. We all make mistakes. We all will continue to mess up. We need to be corrected and shaped and we need to grow and change. But I for one am sick of hating people on principle. I’m sick of the feeling in my stomach like the world is falling to shit and that nothing I do or say will ultimately have any positive effect. I’m sick of living in a shade-darker world where I hate everything and feel like I should hate everything. I’m sick of being angry.

As a related side note. As we get to know more about the shards I hope someone makes a “which shard of Adonalsium are you!” Quiz because that would be very interesting. As is?? This year I have been Odium. I am passionate. But I am angry. I am so so angry. And I don’t -want- to be so angry anymore. I want to have hope. I want to follow light. I want to CHOOSE life and strength and journey and I want to sacrifice what I need to to get there. Kaladin’s fourth ideal is recognizing he can’t save everyone. I want to follow the ideal that those out there deserving of love and compassion outweigh my need to feel angry and unjust at those that destroy those things. I’ll work on phrasing as I go. I’m not quite ready to swear it, but the words are coming. I can feel them.

What Maya did was reveal that in the darkest of times for Radiants and their bonds, there was a choice that was made. And -no one,- spren, god, or otherwise, can take away the fact that it was THEIR choice. It is my choice whom I serve. It is my choice what I sacrifice and what I hold on to. And I will not let the voices of those telling me I have to hate everything and everyone take charge over me.

I hope everyone out there finds their ideals. And keeps to them. And knows that there is hope and light and life. That there is strength before weakness. And courage before cowardice. And a journey before their destination.

And that ultimately, the most important words a person can say are: “I will do better.” And the most important step they can take is the next one.

Life before death. Always. Life before death.

#the pedant rambles on and on about ideals for 95 years and no one is surprised #pedantics #rhythm of war #rhythm of war spoilers #the stormlight archive #stormlight archive #stormlight archive spoilers #stormlight spoilers #row spoilers #cosmere #cosmere spoilers #cfsbf #fuck moash #life before death

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lovinmullen · 4 years

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the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so

he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you

are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....

rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules

#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)

on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)

can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears

gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.

‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter

THE HAND HOLD MY GOD

leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby

GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3

‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit

SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺

“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”

“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID

chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)

“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT

HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????

okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE

okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart

fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie

OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)

call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny

‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean

that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.

THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭

‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate

the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???

‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY

WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart

‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’

bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴

FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC

‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((

god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.

JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN

how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.

okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT

the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON

HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:

the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE

god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN

“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????

“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy

also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁

you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier

sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl.......

#god ive missed these idiots #im so glad i rewatched #im a bit scared for the rollercoaster that is the rest of the series however asjsksjks #enjoy me being an idiot #thank you to the beauties that told me how to do the keep reading thing you da best xxxx #the pacific #hbo war #eugene sledge #bill hoosier smith #lew chuckler juergens #robert leckie #sidney phillips #wilbur runner conley #john basilone

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hoes-simpin-imagines · 4 years

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I'd like to get a male MysMe and a HQ matchup please ty! I'm a 4'11" female. I'm very loud and cheerful and I'm not ashamed of embracing the things I enjoy! Due to how passionate I am regarding certain subjects, I get angry and passive aggressive very easily. I'm very hard working, and I dislike it when people excuse skills that I worked hard to hone as natural talent. Despite this, I'm told that I'm a fun person to be around. I get good grades, but I struggle with applying that knowledge irl.

hey there, thanks for your request m8!!! you really remind me of someone i know,,, ;o

for Haikyuu, I match you with ;

【 Oikawa Tooru 】

(pLEASE SDJSJKSJS i luv oikawa so much i wanna bash his skull with a calculator he radiates big uwu bastard energy i really need an oikawa give me a fucking oikawa.)

Not even gonna lie there, the both of you share extremely similar traits. Just like you, Oikawa is not one bit ashamed about pursuing what he enjoys the most and holds an immense passion for, which is volleyball. He is also very hardworking and is resentful to those who possess natural talent like Kageyama and are bound to surpass him regardless of how passionate he is at the sport or how hard he works. He could definitely see himself in you, and he greatly admires the the large amount of fighting spirit you hold in that small body you possess. He was attracted to your determination and was very inspired by the amount of effort you put into anything. Seeing you in action surely motivates him to better himself and reach past his limits! You are his muse, and because of your impact he believes he can achieve anything that he could set his mind to.

✦headcanons✧

+ One of the things Oikawa surely loves about you is your chirpiness. He is also a very jovial person by nature, and he indeed finds it very refreshing that you both share that similarity in personality traits. He loves how loud and obnoxious he could be with you as you both annoy the balls out of his fellow third-wheeling teammate Iwaizumi.

+ Canonically, Oikawa is one of the most intelligent characters in the franchise. Similarly, you may be very academically intelligent as you tend to earn stellar grades. Yet together, the two of you probably share exactly one functional braincell combined.

+ Oikawa is very playful and would often tease you and call you very cutesy pet names, as he wants you to know just how adorable you are to him. He loves the way your face would scrunch up in anger, a pout formed in your lips, and your arms crossed in passive aggression. Most of the pictures he has of you saved in his album feature that very same expression he so adores. However, during the times you do get back at him and whip out your handy dandy uno reverse draw +25 card… (Spoiler alert: he’s also a passive aggressive little shit)

+ Oikawa loves the fact that he’s literally over a foot taller than you in height, and he would tease you about it endearingly. If it is however an insecurity of yours, then he would constantly remind you that he loves you just the way you are, no matter what height you stand. The trashy Simp King would always try to help you promote thoughts of self love, we stan!!! He loves it when you would ask him for help with reaching high objects, he’d expect a kiss on the cheek after though. Head pats are very frequent. Oikawa loves to give you piggyback rides as well, and on days you both are high, you’d rush out of the house with him carrying you up above him as you yeet into the streets.

+ Since you both are normally very hard at work and exert so much effort into honing more skills when it comes to your guys’ passions, there may be times you both will overwork yourself. And just like that, you both will tell each other off for it rather hypocritically lmao. There may be frequent gaps in your relationship as you both are rather immersed into your passions, which may be the cause of some distance within it. Even though you both may have other priorities and each other as side hoes, putting at least some effort too in a relationship would make it last worthwhile and there will never dull moment.

and for Mystic Messenger, I match you with…

【 Zen / Hyun Ryu 】

You definitely strike me as what I would believe to be Zen’s ideal type of woman; hardworking, definitely passionate in pursuing your interests, and a go-getter. Zen is notably very good-looking, no, absolutely stunning. However, his killer visuals are not the only thing he wants to be recognized for as much as he likes to flaunt about them. He’s a very talented and hardworking musical actor who developed a passion for singing and acting at a young age, getting injured frequently on stage back in his rookie days due to overexertion. In this case, you were one of the few people who acknowledged Zen for how hard he had worked to hone his skills and recognized him for his talent and not his looks alone.

✦headcanons✧

+ He initially found himself attracted to your loud and exuberant personality. Zen was rather fond of the attention you would give him, and overall he found you very fun to be around! Your wavelengths match together very well! Y’all do be vibing doe. He had always had quite a great time when the two of you would gang up on Jumin in the chatroom and bullying him for his existence alone, and that he’s kind of a boomer with a stick deep up his ass.

(okay but let’s be real, Zen is the actual boomer here,, king said i never knew technology whom tf is she???)

+ Both of you act as pillars of encouragement for each other. With the absence of an emotionally supportive figure throughout Zen’s life, (besides his older brother, who later on sided with his parents) Zen would really appreciate someone he could open up to, and will willingly offer a listening ear as he confides about his past with his family and the hardships he had faced encountering the real world. And as with you, Zen could empathize on the fact that he also dislikes his talent being dismissed by others. He knows exactly what it’s like to work rigorously hard just to hone such skills. Nonetheless, Zen would always encourage you to keep your chin up and continue fighting. He’s very proud of you.

+ Don’t worry too much about your lack of street smarts that you couldn’t quite conjure up with a 4.0 GPA. Zen is pretty down to earth and is more knowledgeable when it comes to it, considering how he was exposed to the outside world very early. He would balance you out pretty well in this area.

+ Although Zen has been made by V to refrain from riding his motorcycle anymore, especially at night when it’s dangerous due to having once been involved in a near death accident, he once took you out on his motorcycle during your 1st anniversary to visit his safe place away from the city where you two could stargaze in the clear night sky and immerse yourselves into the peaceful silence of each others’ presence.

~ mod suba 🌌

#haikyuu #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu matchup #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #mystic messenger #mystic messenger matchup #mystic messenger matchups #mystic messenger scenarios #anime scenarios #anime imagines #anime matchups #anime matchup #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #zen mystic messenger #hyun ryu

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bluescarletdiamond · 5 years

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TharnType the Series: Ep. 6 Review

THARNTYPE LETS GOOOOOOOO. I’m super excited they have AMAZING chemstry

Section 1

Y'all it hasn’t begun but this girl better not ruin shit !!!!

it STARTED AND ALL I HAVE TO SAY TO TYPE IS: THE GAY IS HERE TO STAY BABY

“Thinking of you” D I S G U S T I N G

Type better not ask Tharn to have sex while he’s being a little hoe ESPECIALLY since he knows of Tharn’s feelings and already told him they are casual lovers not just sex friends so just know imma throw hands

I also love my eggs sunny side up, Tharn love me instead pls

THARNS SMILE MAKES MY HEART GO UWU

Tharn staring at Type texting that girl has me not uwu tho

Random side not: I’m a graphic designer and I love the posters on their wall

“You sent this handsome angel to save me” Your gay jumped out son lmao jk but I live for this broship

I’m also a musician and Tharn’s hold on those sticks aren’t that bad lol

Also imagine if Techno ended up falling for Tharn LMAO

MY HEART THARN IM SO SORRY MY LOVE UGH THEY WAY HE DROPPED HIS STICKS :((((((((

Section 2

Miss me with that straight shit Type

Type just got back to the dorm and I know Tharn about to beat his ass (metaphorically lol)

Okay y'all serious shit: I know they aren’t dating but Type KNOWS of Tharn’s feelings, and he, HIMSELF called them casual lovers which of course is not the same as dating but he could have at least told Tharn since they never stated no strings attached and when you say “casual lovers” with no established boundaries, you gotta still consider the other person’s feelings smh

Also Type did not have to PUNCH my mans, a simple slap would’ve been fine lol but Tharn shouldn’t have said that especially after Type told him he didn’t like that

Oh Type my boy…

On the other hand, Tharn needs to respect the fact that Type says he’s not interested… like I understand chasing after the one you love but obvious this man has internal turmoil that he has to accept and smooth out before he can try anything

Also Tharn crying got me crying no joke

Klui and Seo are such an interesting dynamic to this show lmao idk how I feel about them

Also how can Type just go and sleep like that lol

I LOVE THARN’S BFF HE’S SO CUTE AND I LOVE HIM WITH MY WHOLE HEART I just want his happiness

TYPE IS A DICK FOR SEND THAT LIST BUT AT LEAST BOUNDARIES ARE TRYING TO BE ESTABLISHED

I feel like Techno low-key knows about them

You can tell Type doesn't want to stop liking him lol

Section 3

The lighting of the room is beautiful

oop, Tharn’s not there when Type arrived cue lonely and needy feelings

OHFSODFJS. NEVER MIND HE WAS JUST IN THE BATHROOM LMAOOOO

that was embarrassing lol

OOP Tharn really said that shit ( basically they are just fuck friends, no strings attached and they can just fuck when the other feels the need to)

I’m not happy about it but whatever the story has to progress

Type being pissed and thinking too hard while on his date with Pufai got my rolling on the floor

“Where you thinking of other girls” nah m8 he was thinking of a boyyyyyy

BRUH Type crossing his fingers while telling a lie has me DED

Pufai got balls I wish I had no cap

a pinky promise ooooffffff we already know he will break that shit

OOP sex scene lolololol it’s so awkward (because of what’s going on lol) I CANNOT

Holy shit I forgot about Tharn’s performance :(((((((((((((((((((((((( I’m sad now

first, you can tell type is stressed and also disappointed he can’t make it which makes it sadder

and it’s even sadder that he struggled to say that he was going to ask Pufai to be his girlfriend

THARN’S SUPPORT GOT ME CRYING BECAUSE HOW CAN MY MANS DO THAT TO HIMSELF AND LIKE I CAN’T IMAGINE HOW HARD HE STRUGGLED TO GIVE HIM SUPPORT AND NOW TYPE IS MAD CONFUSED

these bitches got to stop playin with my emotions

MY BOY IS CRYING OSDFNISLDLUDFISODFSODU IM MAD IM THROWING HANDS SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK OR ELSE IM GONNA MAKE SURE TYPE DOESN’T SHOW UP INTHE NEXT EP

we love supportive friends :)

“tall, dark, handsome” idk about the “dark” part lol but everything else is trueeeee

unrelated but that wrapping paper and bow work is ASTONISHING (I love wrapping gifts lol)

ooof straight kiss - ight imma head out

lol never mind they didn’t kiss whew

YALL HE THOUGHT OF THARN WHILE ON HIS DATE IMMMM?????

Plus he didn't look disgusted that he thought of him uwuwuwuw

OHP they better not try shit or I really will throw hands and kachow Type’s ass of to another planet

“it might be a choice when you move off campus” bITCH GET OUTTA HERE NO ONE ASKED

she’s really trying to catch these hands

Section 4

Tharn has gorgeous hair and if Type doesn't wanna run his hands through those beautiful strands then I WILL

?? someone walked in

WOAH OWAH AOFHSDFO SDOFISDJFSODF. WHAT

He’s hugging Tharn from the back Im allllsdjf aosdjfaos

and he’s apologizing holy crap im

what HAPPEND FS:IOFH

OH SHIT HE SLEPT WITH HER

and he’s sorry about it???

He SAID IT PAINS HIM TO THINKT THST THARN WOULD SLEEP WITH SOMEONE elsSJDf

But he slept with Pufai…

OISJFOISDJF OH SHIT HE SAID TAT WHILE SLEEPING WITH HER HE JUST KEPT THINKING OF THARM IM SALFJODSJFS UWUWUWUWU TO THE MAX

YALL IMMMMM CRRYYYYINGNNG

awww my boy Type didn’t actually sleep with her because he couldn’t do it with a woman

Tharn is struggling to believe it fadskjrvfewnio

TYPE JUST SAID HE ONLY WANTS TO BE WITH THARN IM OVVVVEEER THE MOOOONNNNNNN

“FORGIVE ME ONE MORE TIME” MY HEART IS COMBUSTING

Type is crying :(((((((((((((((((

but they’re hugging and it’s so cute and obvious than is forgiving

Type is struggling so hard to accept himself for his past and applaud him so much

“I’ve always been yours” Iisdiofhis urdbfgdshfighsdfliughHOSHD

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY ARE KISSSINGGGGGG AND ITS BEAUTIFUL

Highkey EVERY THAI BL has to learn from them because they have sooooo much chemistry and are in the best kissers I’ve seen

TYPE TOLD PUFAI THAT HE’S ALREADY SEEING SOMEONE

BRUH SHE SLAPPED HIM good for her??? idk man

“I told her I’m dating someone” y’all remember when I said Type was gonna catch these hands? Yeah I meant because I’m gonna hug the living shit of him 🥰🥰

“I feel like I’m having sex with a man because I’m desperate” y’all remember when I said I wanted to hug him yeah no I meant STRANGLE HIS ASS

“I was gonna break it off with you” YALL SEE MY BOY TYPE’s FACE :((((

Also Tharn rubbing/playing with Type’s ear/hair is what’s KEEPING ME GOING RN

“But because I was afraid you were going to break it off with me first” IM CRYING DURING CLASS YALL

“I want to hear you scream without holding back” BIEJAJDBSKKS IM SCREECHING RN 😳😳😳

“Then let me have my way with you all night” “suit yourself” WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS I CANT HOLY SHIT

Wow they really cut it off without showing us shit 😡

Bruh type still being unsure is so realistic because even tho he admitted his feelings it doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all content now but it was at least relieving for him I bet to be able to express his bottled up feelings

“I remember that ... we are together” 🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰

TYPE OPENING HIMSELF UP TO BE MORE TOUCHY AND PLAYING WITH THARNS HAIR GOT ME SCREAMING

OH WORd h

HeS REACHING

Shit aHE KISSED HIM OMFG THAT WAS THE CUTEST SHIT

That such a weird angle to kiss at tho lmaoooo

Ugh that was so cute imma go and cry

Type still not being able to complete accept his feelings is so realistic I love it

Okay I don’t understand this next couple like at all?? Like their point in the story ? What they contribute to the plot? If someone can let me know that would be litty titty

TAJA THEY ARE SLEEPING ON THE SAME BED IM

I can already tell that Types dad is a poopoo head 😤

HES ASKING HIS DAD TO LET HIM MOVE OUT SO HE CAN BE WITH THARN IM

THARNS SMUG ASSBI CANT

“I just make sure you can’t refuse me” HOLY M-

Type’s smile is the cutest thing I’m-

The preview

YALL IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT THE END WHERE TYPE IS DRESSED WITH THE OVER SIZED SHIRT AND HE IS FINALLY HAPPILY GOING WITH THARN’S MOVES GOT ME 🥵🥰🥰

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SpiderMan Noir Headcanons

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- he gets very flustered very easily, but he's good at hiding it. for instance, of you say something to compliment him he'll just blush up and cross his arms, quietly thanking you for the compliment and seeming like he doesn't care much. but under that mask his face is bright red and his mind is racing

- since he has such bad eyesight (he's near sighted) he can really barely see without his glasses, so he ends up getting very nervous when he can't find them in the morning. like his eyesight is so bad that if he tries to look at something without the mask it's just a blur of mixed colors and light and he can't make out anything

- this causes him to actually have lenses specifically for his eye type in his mask, rather than having a pear of bulky glasses underneath. it's more tactical that way (can't punch nazis if you can't see em)

- he doesn't actually take a lot of time to do his hair in the morning, surprisingly. while his hair isn't extremely neat and he takes pride in how cleanly cut it is, he ends up not having the time to actually do it. he's either rushing out or the door to work or rushing to stop some crime that's been happening that requires urgent assistance. this also means that he barely ever eats breakfast, and when he does he ends up just stuffing it in his face before running out of the door

- with an s/o I'd imagine he'd try to regulate this so he can eat breakfast with them in the morning, but that almost never happens and he ends up coming home nearly exhausted and ends up just eating dinner with them instead

- on the rare occasion he does get to spend some quality time with them though, he makes the most of it by giving them ALOT of affection. quite honestly he appreciates them, even though he thinks he doesn't do a good job of showing it sometimes. he's young but he's always busy

- normally peter’s a pretty clean guy, and so if he's on a patrol he doesn't exactly get hurt a lot, but he's not invincible. most of the time he ends up coming home at 3:00 am with his side bleeding or some of his clothes ripped, resulting in you having to haul out of bed to stitch him up. honestly you should have a medical degree by now from how many times he's come home needing stitches

- since his timeline takes place during WWII, it's safe to assume that he's nearly an expert on being conservative. no, I don't mean conservative as in run-of-the-mill dude in the southern hills, I mean conservative as in repairing nearly everything. seriously, he doesn't want to have to spend money on new clothes and so he just resorts to repairing everything

- this means that socks, shirts, even things that have just grown old with time are usually mended up and fixed in no time, earning him nearly expert stitching skills. he's even sewed a few things! (even though he ended up forgetting about them entirely and denying he ever made them once you'd find them)

- idk where I found the pic, but I saw this art of noir smoking and I was like 👀 interesting do you mind if I take that concept dear sir/ma’am/unspecified-gender-person (actually wait i found it https://mobile.twitter.com/kookirani/status/1082319828247994369)

- yeah, he smokes, I know that's craaaaazy

- it's mostly a coping mechanism, in all honesty. on the contrary he wouldn't know that its kinda dangerous though, since smoking was deemed as dangerous in the late 1950s and WWII took place during the late 1930s-1940s. so yeah, to him it's totally normal (a lil bit of facts there for y'all)

- a lot of the time you'll be able to find him standing on the balcony with a cigarette between his lips, his shirt off for the bandages and other things to get some air as he tries to ease into his own comfortability and think over what he could've done better over the past patrol. it's almost like an assessment of sorts

- speaking of not having shirts on, he's about 5″10 and has a sorta muscular build. obviously his shoulders a broad, and so he really look so like a grown ass man with his deep voice to accompany his aesthetic. he's got a lot of scars as well from previous accidents, such as one on his lower torso from being stabbed while breaking up a street fight and one on his knee where he accidentally flew into a wall. but while he may seem rough and hardened on the exterior, he's got a few weaknesses that prove that he's really just a kid wearing a suit (he's 19 btw)

- on an angst level, he's too compassionate for his own good. for instance, he doesn't kill, but finds it right in his mind to offer redemption to his opponents while still defending the weak and helpless, just as he once was. while he's not a complete pushover obviously he does help people a lot out of the mask. people are struggling during these times, and the women and families that need his help are still out there and around him (it's WWII, shits not great)

- this means that he frequently fixes things for neighbors when they can't afford a repairman, comforts kids who lost their mothers in the crowded streets of Queens, defends minorities both with and without the mask, and so on and so forth. overall he's just a nice guy with a strong sense of justice, and doesn't mind to occasional scrape or so on his knees if it means protecting the people he cares about without even meeting

- peter ends up getting a little...reckless because of this though

- when that's said, that's means that he will literally jump in front of a bullet for anyone. even if it gets him hurt. he's selfless, and a lot of the time he's hurt because of it. but telling him that he can't possibly save everyone is pointless

- “"So what? I should stop trying just because I can't help everyone? That means helping no one gets the same results. I'm not gonna watch people drop like flies cause I can't save the world.”

- yeah angsty as fuck, but he means it. his words come out harsh, but he tries to apologize for being so rough

- “"I'm sorry, I just...” He'd pause. “"I can't watch it anymore. I'm not a bystander. I won't be a bystander.”

- and with that he'll pull you into a hug and just hold onto you tightly, almost as if you'll fade away and leave him if he doesn't

- you're part of him, and you might be on earth of the only things keeping him safe. you're the representation of the good he protects, and god help him I feel he ever fails at something to simple

- anyway that's enough angst let's talk about LIVING with him :3

- it's the little moments that mean the most to him, in all honesty. he doesn't even need you to be the domestic one really, since he views you both as a team rather than husband and housewife

- he usually does most of the cleaning and cooking though I'd imagine since Aunt May taught him to clean up after himself and respect his and everyone else’s space. you going out and getting groceries or just cleaning the clothes for him is enough, so if you're one to typically work around the house more often and take the time to make sure everything's is perfect, he'll partially thank heaven they sent you to him and feel a lot like he's slacking on his part

- he likes to pamper you, give you gifts. expect a bouquet of flowers almost every Friday when he comes home, his smile wide on his face as he professes his love to you through a bunch of cheesy one-liners

- but he also likes to be taken care of and pampered himself, although he never admits it. once again anything small makes him happy, so if you go all out he literally can't stop thanking you. washing his hair, cooking for him, making him things, he loves everything, and appreciates the thought behind it

- to be honest I'm sure he's not really attracted to a certain body type in particular, it's your kindness that infatuated him. generally polite, kindof shy people just make him that much more enamoured, but he likes someone with a good head on their shoulders and a strong sense of justice and morality just as much (if not more)

- if you were a crime fighter, peter would be absolutely enamoured with you. he knows you can hold up your own better this way, and that you don't really need that much protection. he prefers to work alone, but if he has to work as a partner with anyone it'd be you and ONLY you. no third wheels

- but this comes with a downside; peter gets extremely worried when you get injured. he knows better than anyone that it's really just part of the job, but his heart can't help but stammer a little when he sees a bloody lip and bruises all over. you bet your ass he’ll take care of whoever hurt you asap if you haven't yourself

- you hurt his s/o your ass is grass m8

- he also doesn't get really jealous, but if someone is hitting on you he feels not worthy enough or just angry in general

- he usually needs a lot of reassurance, maybe a hug or a kiss after he gets particularly emotionally exhausted. he likes to sit in silence a lot, either thinking or just watching you as you do chores around the house or watch tv. he loves you a lot, and he could watch you just absentmindedly talk about your day or your friends for hours

- really random btw, but this dude can sing. he doesn't think it really necessary so he doesn't outwardly flaunt it, but when he's listening to a song he likes it's easy to catch him humming along to the tune or singing the chorus. it's deep, breathy, right on the verge of raspy almost, and his eyes seem calm when he does

- usually he really only listens to jazz and swing, so you can listen to him using his voice perfectly when the singer over the radio hits a particularly complicated note. if you catch him in the act though he'll immediately blush up, his whole face turning red as he stutters out something to say

- you'd take his hand, grinning, asking him he'd want to dance with you as you smile up at him widely. he agrees, letting his body press to yours as you slow dance around the kitchen, living room, etc. his head will drop to your shoulder, inhaling your scent as he sings softly to you and sways gently from side to side, sharing a moment of wordless emotion that you both understand, share, and relish in. he’ll kiss you, letting his hands fall to your waist loosely to grip you as yours to his shoulders in a sort of grounding gesture. and so you dance, sharing a quiet waltz as lovers in the comfort of your modest home

- all in all, he loves you, too much to where you'd ever imagine. he's not exactly the most sensual, yeah, but that doesn't mean he won't try. you mean the world to him, and he'll go through hell and back just to keep that smile on your face and those eyes bright

( for https://zovatm.tumblr.com/, love you bro <3

- Ya Boi 🖤💜💛)

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